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sturncrazy · 4 months

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High School Reunion🔥

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (risky location, almost caught, unprotected, language)

authors note: time jump for this one (it takes place 2 years from now but roll w me here ok 🤝) also this one ended up a lil sweeter than i thought it would but hey it’s kinda cutesy

summary: you attend your 5 year high school reunion and end up having an unexpected run in with your old crush Chris Sturniolo 👀

word count: 2,618 w

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You fussed with your name tag. it felt so stupid, it had only been 5 years since you’d all been classmates. could everyone have forgotten each other that quickly? the thought made you nauseous, because deep down you knew you’d be one of the people forgotten the fastest. you were quiet in high school and never partied. not to mention the fact that puberty decided to wait until college, at least that’s when boys decided to notice you. you adjusted your dress, took a breath, and mustered up the courage to walk into the decked out gymnasium.

The next few hours consisted of semi-awkward life updates, but it was painless. the music was loud and people had enough drinks that everyone was in a friendly festive mood. the main focus of attention was on Sturniolo triplets, who’d actually bothered to show up. Their rise to fame was the schools main bragging point and people were all whispers. but it made the night easy for someone like you. you decided to grab drink and headed for the makeshift bar area, when you slammed into someone.

“Oh i’m sorry” you said before looking up

“No you’re all good m’bad—“ your eyes locked with a pair of massive blue ones.

“hey” said Chris Sturniolo, smiling down at you. Chris was the only one of the triplets you’d ever had a class with. You took biology together and were lab partners once, although you did all the work. At the time you’d had a major crush on him, but so did every other girl in your school. even years later though, your heart still leaped into your throat at the sight of him.

“hi” you said back weakly. his smile grew slightly.

“it’s good to see you it—“

“CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO! MY BOY” a voice shouted over you, cutting you off. a big beefy hand grasped Chris’s shoulder, undoubtedly one of his old lacrosse buddies, pulling his attention away from you. you instinctively hurried away.

the evening began to get boring, so you decided to explore your old haunts. you were about 5 minutes into your journey when you heard footsteps jogging behind you.

“hey wait up, y/n” you turned over your shoulder to see Chris coming up to meet you.

“you remember my name?” you blurted in shock

“course i do, y/n don’t be silly.” he said casually. “whatcha up to?”

“oh nothing really, just reliving”

“sounds fun” you continued to stroll on and he followed

“so why’d you leave the group?”

“guess i’d had enough of ‘em…and i wanted to actually say hi to you”

“oh yeah? how’d you know where to find me?” you tried to fight off a smile

“your old locker was over there” he said motioning “figured you might visit it”

“you remember where my locker was?” you said in disbelief

“good memory i guess” your heart jumped. had he noticed you back then too?

“plus nicks was a few over” he continued, immediately squashing the feeling. the two of you strode side by side in a comfortable silence down the empty halls before chris came to a halt. you paused to see what stopped him and he grinned at you pointing.

“‘member that room?” he asked , gesturing towards the old biology classroom

“yeah” you chuckled out “didn’t think you did though.” he threw a hand over his heart and dropped his jaw in fake insult

“hey, we spent quality time playing with frog guts in there”

“what a gross way to put it” you wrinkled your nose at him

“c’mon, betcha it’s unlocked” he said mischievously, reaching for the handle. sure enough the door swung open and chris crept into the dark classroom, holding it open for you. You were hit with the smell of pencil shavings and old memories as you heard the door click shut behind you.

“like we never left, huh?” chris said softly

“Can’t say I wish we hadn’t”

“you don’t ever miss it?”

“what, biology? no not exactly…why? do YOU?” you raised your eyebrows dramatically. he laughed

“well no not biology. No i dunno just life was simple then, you know?”

“yeah maybe for you” your words came out bitchier than you meant and chris looked almost hurt.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh no nothing sorry I just— no high school just wasn’t easy for me like it was for you, you know? i wasn’t popular or anything. i mean i’m shocked you even remember me”

“you think so little of me?” he said faking hurt again, what a little drama queen. you laughed in spite of yourself, shaking your head.

“hey, believe me i’m honored to have made an impression on THE chris sturniolo.” you looked down at your feet muttering more to yourself “16 year old me would’ve been psyched”

chris smiled at you sweetly, taking you in with those big blue eyes.

“you made more than an impression on me” he said, sincerely. you stared at him, puzzled which must’ve been obvious because he snorted and continued

“oh cmon, y/n that’s real sweet of you, but it’s okay i know i wasn’t exactly subtle about my crush” your jaw dropped slightly. HIS crush? what was he talking about?

“really? you REALLY had no idea?” you shook your head violently. his faces flushed ever so slightly, the first time you’d seen him not look completely confident.

“oh well then that’s embarrassing that i just admitted that” he laughed, awkwardly. you were frozen in place trying to process. “well, i did”

“why didn’t you say anything”

“scared i wouldn’t stand a chance?”

“with ME? are you kidding?”

“okay i’m sensing a pattern here, y/n. are you unaware of how incredibly hot you are?”

“i sure wasn’t back then” you snickered, hoisting yourself up onto a table.

“i thought so” you paused again staring at his ernest expression

“god i would’ve killed to know that back then i mean i was obsessed with you”

“wait a minute you were?” you nodded vigorously. he crossed the room and leaned next to you against the table you were perched on.

“well no shit” you stayed in silence for a moment before an uncontrollable giggle began to bubbled out of you.

“what?”

“you said i was hot” you snorted at the floor. you felt his eyes on you.

“i said you are hot” you stomach jolted. you turned to look at him. he was so close you could see the delicate freckles across the bridge of his nose. the tension was thick enough to choke on.

“chris sturniolo did you bring me into the biology lab to try to seduce me” you teased.

“why? is it working?” he leaned in closer to you. your noses bumped playfully, enjoying the slight torture of fighting off locking lips.

“mmm maybe”

“maybeee” chris mocked. you took an inhale to calm yourself before closing the rest of the space between you and pressing your lips against his. he froze, apparently caught off guard momentarily, before eagerly kissing you back. your mouths molded perfectly, finding a rhythm together. the kiss rapidly became hot and passionate, as your lips fought for dominance. Chris brought his hands to your waist, grasping you tightly. you parted your legs for him to come closer and wrapped a hand through his hair. he groaned into your mouth as you pulled at his locks, making you suddenly aware of a growing heat between your legs. he ran his hands up your thighs and pushed your dress around your waist making you sigh. he glanced down at your exposed lacey thong and smirked

“do you always wear stuff this sexy?”

“oh shut up chris” you said, slapping his chest playfully. he pressed his forehead to yours

“make me” he rasped out, lighting your lips with hot air. you wrapped one hand around his tie and yanked him back to you, harshly. he stumbled slightly, letting out a rocky breath into your mouth. you hooked your legs behind him, locking him into you. he took your motion as a signal to press himself fully against you. you dragged your hands down his torso, eliciting another groan as his grip traveled to your ass, squeezing at your flesh tightly. you whined and felt him smile against your lips in satisfaction at the sound you made for him.

“god you’re so fucking sexy” he growled out, sending tingles down your skin. your body reacted before your brain did, wanting more. you raised your hips and pushed up against his. he pulled away and smirked at you, raising his eyebrows

“easy there, tiger. this is school property”

“so?” you taunted. Chris’s pupils dilated. he licked his lips and dove back into you, hungrily. he dug his hands into your thighs and yanked you against him as close as he could, your torsos and groins completely flush. a moan tumbled out of your lips and you reached for the buttons of his shirt. he grabbed your wrists, stopping you.

“uh-uh, sweetheart. if we’re gonna do this we have to be careful” he chuckled

“mmm but chrisss i want you” you whined, kissing him again

“oh yeah? how much?” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck, sloppily. you enveloped your hand around one of his began to move it down between your bodies. chris pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes tracking your joined hands as you brought his fingertips to your thinly clothed heat. you whimpered at the contact.

“fuck” chris breathed out, his eyes meeting yours, not moving his head. you removed your hand from his and he began to drag his fingers up and down the soaking fabric.

“jesus, you’re so wet” he exhaled, observing you in a trance. you pushed your hips closer to him, trying to intensify his painfully delicate touch. he locked eyes with you again, as he hooked one finger around your thong and pushed it to the side before returning his focus to your now entirely exposed dripping folds.

“shit—stop teasing me, chris” you hissed.

“whatever you say, ma” he grunted as he began to push his index and pointer finger into your throbbing entrance. you moaned loudly, tossing your head back.

“shhhhhh” he sounded, placing his free thumb to your lips and bringing your head up to look at him again. you let out a stifled whine as he began to pump his digits in and out of your core at a mesmerizing pace. you felt your walls tighten as he curved his fingers exactly how you needed them. you gasped, fighting the urge to cry out.

“you look so pretty with my fingers in you like this”

“mmmm—chris” you moaned

“can only imagine how pretty you’d look with my dick inside you, baby” he groaned out. your legs stuttered at his words, begging for him.

“oh—god chris—please” you huffed out

“please what?” he said, continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

“fuck me chris please” you almost begged. his breathing shook at your request and he pulled his fingers back out of you, glancing over his shoulder towards the classroom door.

“think you can be a good girl for me and be quiet if i do?” you nodded your head vigorously

“promise?” he said, reaching to undo his belt. you felt your mouth grow dry.

“i promise, chris”

he kissed you while unzipping his pants.

“good. can’t promise i won’t make you wanna scream though” he said with a smirk against your lips as he lowered his pants just enough to free his hard length. you glanced down and felt your jaw drop and your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he was huge. fear and desire coursed through you, his pink tip glistening with precum. he pumped himself with his hand for a moment, before pushing your legs further apart and lining himself up with your entrance. he pushed his tip into you slowly, hissing. you began to bite your lip fighting the urge to scream by the time he was only half way into you, the stretch and deepness of him already overwhelming. he sunk the rest of the way inside your core, his head collapsing into your shoulder and neck as he bottomed out, groaning.

“fu—fuck—such a tight little pussy, ma” he stuttered, pulling back out of you.

“hhh—so big—chris-“ you gasped into his ear, clawing at the fabric of his shirt

“mmm yeah? you like my big cock, huh?” he growled

“oh god—yes—faster—“

“think you can handle it?” he taunted, still going slow enough to drive you crazy

“mmmhmmm please” you whined. you buried a scream into his taut shoulder as he slammed all the way into your pussy.

“shit—you feel so fucking good y/n” he rasped out, begging to pound into you relentlessly. the room echoed with the squeaks of the table and your stifled moans combine with chris’s heavy breaths as he rammed his long thick member inside you. every inch of him hitting your walls and g spot in the most perfect way imaginable. chris sucked at your neck harshly, undoubtedly leaving marks, never letting up on his steady thrusts. He brought one hand down from his steadying grip on your hips to your folds and began to draw circles against your clit, sending your pleasure to new highs. the sensation was too much and you let out a pornographically loud moan. Chris slapped a hand over your mouth and halted, still deep inside you. you became aware of a sound from out in the hallway and froze. had someone heard the two of you? Chris looked at you wide eyed and raised a finger to his lips, maintaining the other hands cover over your mouth. footsteps approached and you tensed, preparing to be caught, but the sound continued on down the hall. you exhaled against chris’s hand in relief and his shoulders relaxed as he gave you a smile.

“gotta keep that pretty mouth shut, baby” he whispered to you, starting his thrusts again

“can’t have anyone else knowing how perfect you look with my cock stuffed in you” he growled, restarting his rubs against your bundle of nerves. within moments you felt the overwhelming pressure in your stomach forming.

“fuck chris—i’m close—“

“you gonna cum for me, gorgeous?”

“yes-fuck—right there-oh god” your vision began to blur and electricity sparked through your body as you began to unravel

“you look so sexy cumming all over my dick” chris exhaled in encouragement as your walls began to flex uncontrollably around him. the added sensation made his jaw go slack and his eyes roll into the back of his head

“ohhh-oh fuck” he moaned out. his thrusts becoming unsteady and desperate, chasing his release. you moaned lightly, still coming down from your high

“shit—oh fuck, baby- i’m gonna cum hhh”

he slammed into you violently, his brow furrowed.

“OH FUCK” he wailed, pulling out just in time to shoot his hot white load of his release on your thigh. he collapsed his forehead against yours, the two of you desperately trying to regain your breath. he eventually looked up at you and smiled, blushing.

“that was amazing” Chris exhaled, giving you one more kiss before reaching behind to grab a nearby tissue. you took it and cleaned yourself up, then pushed yourself off the table and resituated your dress. Chris inhaled sharply, almost nervously while redoing his belt

“hey how long are you around boston for?”

“oh dunno, bout a week i guess?” you answered, fixing a heel

“well what would you say to dinner?”

“dinner?” you questioned, dumbfounded

“yeah…dinner…like a date?” his voice raised as he scratched the back of his head, scanning your face.

“I’d love that” you smiled

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GUYS AH IM SUCH A CHRIS GIRL I NEED HIM SO BAD. also why was this giving sorta 2000s rom com vibes (minus the sex obvi)

OK ENJOY!!

kisses💋

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btsgotjams27 · 5 months

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under the mistletoe | knj

Kim Namjoon is a sneaky one when it comes to celebrating the Holidays.

❄️ title: under the mistletoe | a don't push your luck drabble ❄️ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ❄️ genre/au: fluff | ex college rivals, co-workers, frenemies ❄️ rating: pg | ❄️ word count: 1.3k ❄️ warnings: jokes about harassment in the workplace, teasing, kissing ❄️ a/n: it's the holiday szn and i was feeling festive. this is the 'don't push your luck' couple but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy.

❄️ read don't push your luck ❄️

“I never figured you were someone who loved the holiday season.”

The office looks like elves came in and sprinkled Christmas magic overnight. There's fake snow fluff, bottle brush Christmas trees, and even stockings with your and Namjoon's initials embroidered.

You like the holiday season–you do, minus the endless hours of Christmas music. You can only hear ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree' so many times before you wanna hurl. A tradition you do love is watching Home Alone 2 on the day of along with the fireplace on and cozy blanket.

Namjoon turns to you after hanging up the last ornament. “Yeah, I mean, we don’t celebrate it back home in Seoul, but once I moved to Chicago…” He shrugs. “It grew on me.”

You eye him up and down. “Has Kim Namjoon gone soft? Who are you?”

He narrows his eyes, twisting his mouth. “I can be a Grinch instead,” he huffs as he returns to take out pieces of a toy train track.

Shaking your head, you protest, “No, no, no. We’re finally getting along—semi-getting along without going at each other’s throats. I’ll be nice. I promise.”

“You? Nice? It must be a Christmas miracle,” Namjoon teases, placing the train tracks along the top of the cubicle walls.

“Shut up–you’re the one that should be nice since I’m your boss now.”

Namjoon makes a face. “Is this how you treat your partner in crime? By telling them to ‘shut up’? I’d call that harassment.”

You open your mouth and close it again. He got you there. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Working alongside Namjoon isn't new, but you and him being partners are. The two of you left your previous company and had the ridiculous idea of going into publishing together. Granted, Namjoon knew the business side and you had the heart of the company–what else could go wrong besides the fact that he still loved to push your buttons and tease you about the last work trip the two of you were on.

The corner of Namjoon’s lips curves into a smile. “Should we hug it out? Hold on, let me turn around. I know how much you like being the big spoon.”

You ball your hands into a fist, ready to fight Kim Namjoon. He laughs, walking away to spread Christmas cheer around the office.

“Don’t make me regret asking you to come work for me!” You yell in his direction.

“With you!” He quips while laying down the rest of the tracks for the toy train.

The risks of having Namjoon as your business partner were high, but you were hoping the outcome would outweigh it all.

After countless meetings with investors and prospective authors, you wanted nothing more than to put on fuzzy socks and curl up in bed with a cheesy Hallmark film to put you to sleep. But with the holidays, no one wanted to talk about money because they were too busy spending it.

“I’m tapping out for the day,” you say as you stand up and peer over at Namjoon.

He’s hanging up another string of cut-out paper snowflakes. Namjoon stops in his tracks, setting down the garland he’s created. “I’ll walk you out.”

With knitted brows and a frown, you’re wondering what’s gotten into him. He’s never once walked you out of the building. You don’t deny the offer because you’re already defeated from the day and don’t have the energy to bicker with him.

He follows you out, standing beside you as the elevator arrives. Silence fills the steel box trapping you and Namjoon before he breaks it.

“Any fun plans tonight?”

You slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes at the tall giant. “What’s it to you?” Honestly, he’s never been so interested in your life before. Why start now? Is it because you have to work together as partners?

He glances in your direction then turns away to face the elevator doors. “Just making small talk,” he shrugs, placing his hands behind his back.

“Uh huh…”

Namjoon clears his throat out of nervousness. “You did great today in the meetings. I think we’ll have them all on board in no time.”

Is Kim Namjoon complimenting you? Such words have never rung sweeter in your ears.

“You weren’t so bad yourself. Surely, you charmed the panties off Mrs. Park.” The obvious flirting between the two made you want to gag.

A strangled noise comes from Namjoon as he dismisses your comment. The elevator comes to a stop and dings, with the door opening to the parking garage.

You’re ready to step out when you feel a grip on your wrist. Your heart flutters at the sudden contact and you gulp hard at his warm hand against your skin.

“I wanted to see if you’d want to go to a Christmas party with me tonight.”

Is Kim Namjoon asking to be seen with you in public? Why must there be some kind of magic in the air or did he hit himself too hard with a dumbbell?

“I don’t think I’ll be good company, especially at a party.”

The elevator doors begin to close, but you hit the button to keep it open.

“You can be my excuse to leave,” he explains.

Your mouth hangs open before responding. “Is that all I’m good for? Being your excuse?”

The doors threaten to close again and you attempt to hit the button to stay open, but Namjoon beats you to the ‘close’ button instead.

“Say yes.”

“Or what?” You deadpan, cocking your head to the side.

“Or else I’ll kiss you.”

Your eyes widen at his comment and before you know it, Namjoon closes the distance between you, cupping your face, and presses his lips against yours. You’re tempted to pull away and say that you should keep your relationship professional, but your body betrays you as you drop your bag, and wrap your arms and shoulders, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and delicate, like how you remember them. He pulls back, and you can feel a smile as he returns for another kiss. Your fingers become entangled in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Namjoon traces your spine and presses his body as close as he can, causing a shiver to run through your body.

It’s easier to tell how aroused he’s become, and you’d be embarrassed if his thighs were to become slotted between your legs. And in no way, have you ever thought about riding his thighs.

“Namjoon…” You’re finally able to croak out. He hums, placing kisses along your jawline, and down the column of your neck. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing…obviously.”

He’s a smart ass, and he knows it, but that’s also something you’ve come to appreciate.

“I know, but—why, right now?”

The elevator number lights up, and you realize it’s being utilized by someone else.

Namjoon pulls back and stands tall, straightening his tie. He clears his throat, “I—um…” He looks up, and your gaze follows him to the small green plant that’s hanging decorated with a red bow—a mistletoe.

The two of you let out a soft laugh, trying to regain whatever dignity is left.

“You didn’t put that there, did you?”

He points to himself. “Me? Pfft—why would I do that?”

With the long relationship you’ve had, you can always tell when he’s lying.

The lift moves, highlighting the floor it’s going to.

You stride toward Namjoon, gazing into his dragon eyes, then dropping to his plush lips and back up. “Will I find mistletoes around the office now?”

A ding resounds, but you hold the ‘close’ button, waiting for Namjoon’s answer. A beat passes, and it’s the first time he doesn’t have a cheeky response ready. So you do the only sensible thing—kiss him again.

“What was that for?” He asks, scanning your face.

“We are under the mistletoe.” A chuckle leaves your lips. “Well, it was either you kiss me or I’d have to attend a dreadful Christmas party with you.”

“So, you’re not coming?”

“Wouldn’t you rather come to my place instead?”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “I won’t object to that.”

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multi-fandom-simp · 9 months

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Hello! I'd love to see Garrett from Twilight with a soulmate au! I'd love to see him with a human mate, he'd be such a smitten kitten for her for sure! I'm open to the clock running down and them meeting or the red string and finding each other, or other ideas if you have one in mind.

Please and thank you!!

(A/N: I had such a fun time writing this piece! Soulmate Au's are truly one of my favorites. Thank you for such a lovely request, I hope you enjoy the fic💕)

Forever? Forever.

Pairing: Garrett x Human! Reader

Soulmate! Au (red string)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: You had always been told your soulmate was dead. That your string was never fully red because they were no longer here. Imagine your surprise when your soulmate does exist..just as a vampire. A vampire that absolutely adores you at that.

‼️TW‼️: mentions of death, mentions of eating a bunny (should that be a warning, idk??)

Word Count: 2,034 (I got a bit carried away)

Everyone was born with a red string, one that connected you to your soulmate. Most people had it wrapped around their finger or their wrist, but not you. Your string sprouted from your wrist as if it grew within your very veins. Not only that, but the further the string got from you, the paler it got, almost as if it was losing color. Everyone had told you that it meant your soulmate was dead, or dying, but something told you otherwise.

Unlike everyone else, your string came with sensations. Not anything weird, just feelings. Feelings of warmth whenever your hands would shake, or a sudden chill whenever you had a fever, almost as if your soulmate was comforting you. Oddly enough these occurrences never bothered you, in fact, they made you feel less alone.

You weren’t always alone. You had a family, friends, and past lovers, but it was never enough. Despite how great they were, they made you feel suffocated. You wanted more, so you got more. Within a night you had packed a suitcase and moved to Forks, Washington where you worked early shifts at the local diner, and took night classes at the local college. It was nothing fancy, but it made you feel alive. The rush of moving somewhere new, where no one knew your name or your face felt like a breath of fresh air. The feeling of running on a few hours of sleep so that you could fit work, class, and exploration into your day was euphoric…until it wasn’t.

After a year you had grown bored of the quaint town. Its same blue hue became dull and the rush soon became tiring. The only thing you had left was the woods. Now, as ominous as it sounds, the woods in Forks seemed guarded. Somewhere you constantly felt watched but not in a horrifying, murderous way. The forests become your safe haven for early-morning readings and late-night strolls.

..and also the place where you first met him.

It had been stormy that morning. The power at the diner had been knocked out and with no backup generator, they let the staff go home. You decided to take a cut through the forest instead of hailing a cab. Was it the best decision? Absolutely not, but you weren’t the only one who had made it. Halfway down your path, you stumbled upon a fellow holding a rabbit. His eyes found you before you found him. His eyes followed your red string back to his own. He was mated to a human, how fascinating.

His thoughts seem to escape him for a moment as he murmured, “A human.”

“ An odd man” You shot back quickly. His mouth stretches into a grin at your wit. You clearly had some spunk to you, and he liked spunk.

“This odd man does have a name. I’m Garrett, and you?” Garrett noticed that you had yet to take notice of the tautness of your string, of the connection it bore to him. Little did he know that you had given up on finding your soulmate after years of being told that they were dead.

Ignoring his question, your eyes flickered down to the rabbit still in his hands, “ Why are you holding a rabbit?”

“ I’m sheltering it from the rain” That was a lie. Garrett had intended to feed off of the bunny, as he hadn’t had a feeding since he arrived to help the Cullens. However, upon your scrutinizing gaze, he deemed it best to release the poor thing. It’s not as if the small creature would fulfill his diet anyway.

“Right. Nice meeting you then, Garrett” The name tag on your uniform seemed to gleam at him through the rain as you began to walk away.

“ I take it everything in town is closed down then?” Your eyes shot to Garrett’s in confusion while he continued, “Unless you normally parade through the forest in waitress attire.”

“ A few places remain open, such as the hospital. Which is where I’ll end up if I don’t get out of this rain.” Despite the intrigue nagging at the back of your mind, you turned away from Garrett and continued on your way. Missing the way he grinned at your remark.

“ It was nice meeting you as well!” Garrett called after you before murmuring to himself, “Let’s hope our paths cross again soon.”

And soon it was. The second time you met Garrett he was sat on the floor of the town’s library. The floor of the romance section to be exact. His hair was dry this time, allowing you to see its naturally curly state. The only odd thing being the clothes he wore. They were the exact same pair you had seen him in days ago, and truthfully they looked like they were from another time.

“Are you going to stare at me all day or actually speak to me?” Garrett turned his head to look at you. His eyes swept over your comfy attire with a small smile. You looked much more relaxed in your casual clothing than in a wet work uniform.

“I wasn’t staring” You grumbled, “ I was just surprised to see you in the romance section is all.”

Garrett stood and dusted himself off, “ Meeting me in the forest one time is enough to tell you about my reading preferences? Besides, I wanted to see what keeps the romantics entertained these days”

“Fair enough” You shrug. Your eyes scan the shelves for a moment before settling on the top row. You reach up for the book you wanted, but it remained just out of your reach. A warmth, like the one you often felt through your string, surrounded you from behind. Turning your head you saw Garrett reaching past you to grab the book with ease.

He hands it down to you with a smirk, “ I believe this what you wanted, my lady”

“Thank you” Your voice was quiet as it caught in the back of your throat. You weren’t meek by any means but his eyes had taken you off guard. They were red, not like the auburn shade his hair was, but a blood red. You pulled your eyes from his, trailing them over his pale skin until you reached his hands. A silent gasp left your lips as you noticed that Garret’s thread also sprouted from his wrist and that it was pale blue. You shifted your wrist in curiosity, waiting to see if Garrett’s thread would move. When it did your eyes snapped back up to his. Garrett was looking at you softly, yet intently.

“Are you..” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say it.

“-Dead?” Garrett finished. You nodded silently, awaiting an answer. Garrett simply looked down at the novel in your hands. Once you followed his gaze it all clicked. Empire of the Vampire.

“Oh..you’re-..you” None of your words felt right. Were you terrified, or curious? Excited perhaps?

Garrett hooked a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to look up at him again, “ Does it bother you?”

The waiting expression in his eyes almost seemed sad, “ No, should it?”

“ No. Just because I’m a monstrous thing does not mean I would harm you” Garrett reassured, “ I’ve grown far too attached to you to hurt you, my dear human.”

Heat blossomed within your chest alongside confusion. The challenging look in your eye that Garrett had come to cherish returned quickly, “ You’ve only just met me.”

“ I’ve known about you for ages. Your heartbeat thrummed through my thread and your feelings flooded my head” As if on cue, the warmth you’ve felt all your life thrummed through the thread and into your veins. It all made sense now. All these years Garrett had been your source of comfort while you had been his taste of humanity.

You exhaled softly, “Where do we go from here?”

“Wherever you want. You could forget this ever happened and continue your life as is-” The thought of continuing your boring day-to-day with the knowledge of Garrett in the back of your mind felt criminal.

You were quick to interrupt, “-I don’t want to forget you. I want us to figure this out together.”

“ Then, by all means, tell me where to start and I’ll follow”, Garrett spoke. He was closer this time, so close that the tip of his nose almost touched yours.

You took a deep breath, “Start by telling me everything.”

And so he did. The two of you sat on the floor of the romance section without a care for time. You leaned against the bookshelf as Garrett told you stories of his life and transformation, only pausing when other people passed by. Eventually, he told you about his thread. How it had started around his wrist but then sunk into the skin when he turned into a vampire. After what seemed like hours, Garrett offered to walk you home, in exchange for stories about your own life. Right before the two of you reached your home, Garrett explained the situation with the Cullens. He didn’t want to potentially die in a vampire battle and leave you completely in the dark. Surprisingly, you took it better than he imagined, though he could still feel your worry through the thread.

“Don’t worry about me, dear human. I have been in many wars” His hands cradled the sides of your face as he looked down at you, “Now inside you go. It is nearly sunrise and you have yet to sleep.”

“Where will you be tomorrow?” You inquire with longing brewing in your eyes. Part of you felt like he would vanish with the wind.

Garrett chuckles softly, “I have to check in with Carlisle, but don’t fret, I shall be here when you wake in the morning”

“I could come with you-”

Garrett shakes his head firmly, “ No, some of the others don’t have control of their bloodlust and I would rather keep you alive and safe.”

“Alright, I suppose I’ll see you in the morning then” You detach yourself from his presence and turn to head inside. Once you reach the door, you turn to wave at him once more. He uncrosses his arms for a brief moment to wave back. You dream of him that night, of what your life could’ve been had you been born in his era. Garrett perched himself on a tree as you slept. Staying close enough to keep track of your heartbeat, but not so close that you felt overwhelmed.

By the time you woke, Garrett had run to Carlisle’s and back already. The run down for the day didn’t take nearly as much time as he thought. He was back in the tree by the time you left the house for the day.

“No work uniform today either?” He observed.

“Nope, I have today off” You informed him,” Figured I would visit somewhere for lunch, care to join me?”

Garrett jumped down from the tree, landing skillfully behind you as you began walking, “ I would never say no to time with you, dear human.”

“You’re cheesy” You fought back the blush that coated your cheeks.

“I prefer to call myself a hopeless romantic, thank you very much” Garrett snarked, “Speaking of romantics, how about I carry you? We would arrive much faster.”

You snorted out a laugh, “ No thank you. Not every woman is comfortable being picked up off her feet, Garrett”

“Your independence is going to be the death of my romanticism, just as the British were to peace” He mumbled.

You stopped walking to face him, “ Did you just compare me to the British invasion?”

“ Is this the part where I lie or say sorry?” Garrett teased, walking to you with his hands behind his back.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “ The universe expects me to spend forever with you and yet you’ve already insulted me before our first date. Perhaps it should reconsider.”

“ Perhaps it shouldn’t” Garrett hummed, “Not as if it has any say in the matter anymore. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Your eyes twinkled at the thought, “ Forever?”

Garrett leaned down until his nose touched yours again, “ Forever.”

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SNK Men - Rebounding With You - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

// snk x reader, angst turned fluff, allusions to smut, alcohol mention, food mention, hurt-comfort, modern AU, gn!reader. // while writing this, i listened to // read also: Rebounding After You

Eren

A messy bun. Freshly pierced gauges. All black - shoelaces to earrings. Clearly, he had been through something. The look in his emerald eyes warned others to stay away, but you were not like the others, not just another.

His outfit screamed don’t talk to me, but all you could think of was how much nicer he would look without it. Long swigs of his drink demanded his lips, you wondered how he would react if you threw his highball to the floor and put your mouth in its place. His hair was unkempt, tangled, yet you yearned to run your fingers through it. From across the bar, you eyed him up like a tiger would a steak, oblivious to the fact that he could tell you were.

Eren let you have your fun, but flashed you a side-eye and a smirk at just the right time. After a couple seconds of eye contact, you snapped out of your trance and shot your stare straight down. Fuck. Steel soled boots approaching, you knew it could only be one person. Fuck me! And when he cinched your chin between his fingers and drew your gaze to him, he knew it could only be one person. One person to lift him out from the rut he was in. One person who could overpower their taste even more than the alcohol. One person whose scent he not dare wash off his clothes.

He did not have to tell you what he was using you for. It was obvious each time he groaned against your neck, each time he flipped you on your knees and slammed into your furthest depths. After a few weeks, though, you began to question his intentions. More than just a one night stand? The toothbrush he bought you, your phone’s charger on his nightstand, they communicated the sentiment he would never say.

Armin

You had an educated guess. Over the days, his outfits so persistently ironed had grown increasingly wrinkled. In meetings, he was even quieter than usual. Times you expected him to speak up, his lips stayed shut. Topics that would normally enrapture him failed to draw even a sliver of attention. It was so obvious to you, but apparently not to anyone else.

Armin left the space with speed, but without any particular hurry. Not looking to socialize, but not looking for conversation, either. So swift, you could not keep up. When you instinctively reached and grabbed his shoulder, it startled you both, “A-Armin!”

He turned rapidly - not mad, just concerned. You could not remember exactly what you said, for you had wanted to say a lot of things. Out to lunch? Are you free? Come over some time? You’re single, right? Eventually, you stumbled your way to a new book you had been reading, one that made you think of him - no, not that - made you think he might like it. It was awkward, but you got there: a two-person book club, meeting every Friday afternoon.

And soon, he returned to the ironing board. He slicked his comb with gel and shined his shoes back up to standard. There was something - someone - to dress for again. Someone to be excited over. Someone to distract him from the past few miserable months. Someone who taught him how to love again - Friday by Friday.

Books turned to movies. Movies to dinners. Dinners to dates. The things that reminded him of his ex were overrun by reminders of you. As you grew closer, they grew further, until you were all he saw.

Jean

Jean startled when you hugged him, but hours later, he admitted it felt nice. Accidentally brushing against you on the sidewalk, guilt at first, gratitude to follow. When you leaned in, he widened his eyes, then closed them, telling himself just one kiss. Just until he got over it.

Your flirtation was not subtle, but he was happy to indulge. Each text sent and received alleviated some sting. Minutes with you were minutes he was free from his heartache. Every time and everywhere you touched him, you adhered a bandage to a scar left behind. Eventually, he was covered in band-aids, bound to fall off every now and then. He had always heard that one should not talk about an ex to their partner, but he had never been through a break-up like this. You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you could already tell that Jean wore it on his sleeves, he just couldn’t help himself.

When he started to open up, you let him. It was not that you tolerated it, but you yearned to learn all about him, even if it was about his former lover. Sometimes, he choked up when talking about them. Sometimes, he said good things about them. Most others would have told him to get over it, but that thought never came to your mind. Each time he appreciated them, it showed you how attentive he was. When tears fell, you understood how deeply he felt things. Maybe most would have found it scary, but you found the opposite scarier. If he was able to get over them quickly, how quickly could he get over you - god forbid - if the time came? He harbored no ill will towards his ex, not a spiteful bone in his body. Though the relationship had come to an abrupt end, his care was not so easily severed.

He was a good boy, now your boy. You were determined to show him how good you could be, too.

Levi

Relationships were foreign to him. Rebounds, even more so. On his balcony, cup of tea in hand, he overlooked the streets below, sipping and resigned to the fact that this just wasn’t for him. It was exactly what they had said when they left - they just weren’t for him. A deep inhale and slow exhale, chai steam evaporated, they were right, after all.

His friends, coworkers even, watched him go from stoic to saddened, irritable to impossible. For their own sake, they tried to set him up, but that only seemed to aggravate him all the more. He scolded them as he did himself, “Just face it, I already have too many idiots to deal with.”

Months and months dragged on, and everyone was beginning to believe he was damned to be a bachelor - him more than anyone. Not the typical playboy kind, but the kind who ate alone, kept to himself, and whose Friday nights were spent buying groceries and stopping at the local tea shop - their most loyal regular.

Which was why, when he forgot cash at the cash-only establishment, you subtly bagged his purchases and slid the paper bag across the counter. Flat brows to a rare arch, you stole the words out of his mouth, “No. I insist.”

Levi, still cold, attempted to snarl on his way out, but the light bell chime on the door and your warm smile in his wake melted his grunt to a soft sigh. Since that night, he found himself stopping by more often, always the weeknights that you worked. When closing time came around, he lingered and eventually offered to help. While mopping, you caught him swaying to your playlist. As you counted the till, he noticed the upward glances you snuck between bills.

To you, a fairy tale. To him, ridiculous. One fateful night, a torrential rainfall kept you both locked in. Just the two of you. You split stale pastries, invented new drinks, shared secrets, including that midnight kiss. Your lips tasted of matcha and powdered sugar, a taste he believed was right for him.

Erwin

A nice dinner. Too nice. Roses. Candlelight. A table with city views. Not a fold out of place, not a falter in his movements. Erwin spoke so politely, you wondered if he had rehearsed, or were you dreaming? The six-figure salaryman, you knew he would be professional, but this was suspiciously perfect. He acted as though there was a deal to be closed, an asset he desperately needed, one only you could provide.

You had no power over him, at least, not inherently. Tall, dark, handsome, what did he have to be afraid of? What could have gotten to him? Subtly, while he ate, you examined the man opposite you. Hair perfectly slickened. Tie fastened just right. Smartphone tucked neatly in his breastpocket. Funny, how it had not gone off the whole meal.

Wait. Wasn’t he a businessman? Where was his watch? Of all men to wear a watch, Erwin Smith should have been at the top of that list. An odd discomfort nicked you: seeing a dog without a collar, a fence with some knots undone. His keys. Two copies of the same keys? Seriously, who needs two mail keys? On the same ring, nonetheless.

He could sense it, your realization. He figured you would catch on eventually, that was why he picked you in the first place - a good head on your shoulders, one to catch his tells. A relationship freshly severed. You were the rebound. Your lips parted at the thought, but slowly grew content, a thankful smirk even. Whoever fucked up before you was to thank - having landed you a date with the sector’s wealthiest figure - on his best behavior.

It was then that you knew what you were and what you had. For him: a way to forget failed ventures. For you: a man of dreams wrapped around your finger.

Reiner

In his presence, your intentions were pure. A friend to him, that was what you were. A shoulder to cry on. Always available whenever he needed a night out, always picking up the phone and listening to his slurred words. A smile and a laugh the morning after. Wholesome you always pulled through.

At night, alone in bed, you could not tether your mind from its dirtier ideas. You wanted to slap away his stupid thoughts. Don’t you know they didn’t love you? They didn’t deserve you. Hell, you don’t deserve them! When you first kissed him, your tongue would wipe away their leftover taste. Before he could even begin a fresh start, your flavor would be down his throat.

You had been good friends since college, able to read each other effortlessly. Knowing he was finally single, though, made you blind to the fact that he suffered the same inner battle. Reiner had an appreciation for your platonic care, you had always made him laugh the most - far more than they ever did - no matter how down he was feeling. The teasing ruffle of his hair he needed. The punch on the arm. You provided it all, he loved it all.

After a few weeks, though, that was not what he craved. Your friendship had brought him back from the brink, but now, he wanted to feel high again. In daylight, you told him that he deserved to feel happy. At night, he heard you whisper that he deserved to feel good. Both of you were so opposite in sunlight and in moonlight, but thank god for twilight. Lunches together bled into evenings, and when you witnessed the other sides of each other, you both recognized that there was more to your days than friendship.

Zeke

Zeke got you with all the right things, all the words and actions that were textbook for starting a relationship. You had to admit, his skills were formidable, but he was no match for you - the first to see through his tactics.

You let him have his fun. The hard and fast kiss, the overnight, the seemingly mindless text exchanges. You knew you were more, though. You knew you were convincing him of it. You could tell he was learning. Kissing you, he felt compelled to take his time, to take breaths between, to decorate the spaces with words from the heart rather than a guidebook. Nights together no longer had one objective, but were eaten up by movies, take-out, and long talks. Texts became phone calls. Phone calls became face to face meetings, then dinners, then rooftop conversations.

Eventually, Zeke admitted that there had been someone not long before you. You put your arm around his back, nodded, and bit your lip - having figured that out from the start. He came clean with his intentions, that he did not go looking for someone to settle down with, but someone to help him get over them. Looking to you, uncharacteristic panic in his gaze, he said that he found both in you.

He expected you to leave him then, just as suddenly as they had, but unlike all the others - you managed to toss his surprises back at him. This time, you were the one to push your lips hastily to his. Shocked but swiftly, he wrapped his arms around you. His cheeks turned red, his hands began to shake, never had he felt this way about anyone before. In that way, you were his first. He prayed that breakup would be his last.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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The things that I believed in you have taught me to call them all escapes - royal AU: king james potter + maid reader. Congratulations on 2k honey<33

Goodnight

king! James Potter x fem! maid! Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Even the king has a favourite time of day

Warnings: childhood sweethearts to strangers, forbidden love, mutual pinning

A/n: 0.7k words, thank you so much xxx I love this, royal au is so fun to write x

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James groaned as he placed down the quill, flexing his hand to get rid of the cramp and ache that came with hours upon hours of writing. Most would assume their king's time was spent at balls, feasting and drinking as he searched for a queen, others in a grand room holding meetings and making fancy speeches, but really his time was spent in this one room of hundreds. His ridiculously sized bedroom with adjoined study

He glances up at the clock, almost ten. His rather sullen mood picks up, he knew it was wrong of him to feel this school boy like of joy, wrong to look forward to this particular moment each day, but he simply couldn’t resist

Almost on cue the door clicks and James quickly grabs the quill again, looking down and pretending to be as busy as he should have been at this hour. Light from the hall shines in as the door edges open and then recedes again as it closes and clicks

He looks up then, greeted by who he deemed to be the sweetest and most beautiful creature in the world

“Evening, my king” you bow your head, wearing the same soft smile as always despite the clear fatigue you must be feeling from the host of other chores and duties you’ve been attending to all day

My king, usually James found pride in that, but from your lips it felt wrong, and he always found his heart aching at the reminder

“Evening” he nods, gifting you a warm smile that you still and always shy away from before you turn to perform your nighty duties

He wouldn’t do much work now, maybe the odd signature here or there but really his time until bed was now spent watching you float around his room. He was sure you’d caught him looking a few times and didn’t mind if you did, besides anytime you did you just smiled shyly then got stuck back in.

As he watched you take the show pillows off his bed and replace them with ones for sleep his mind wandered back to when he was young

You and he shared one thing in common, you grew up in the castle, with yourself being one year his junior. In fact, you and he even played together alongside some of his other friends. That was of course before you were taught to be a lady, raised to be the one of the queen's maids in waiting like your mother was when the time came he took one, and himself to be a gentleman, raised to rule an entire kingdom

He wondered if you remembered those years like he did, remembered sneaking out to watch the stars streak across the sky in the treehouse you secretly built together, remembered him asking you to marry him when he was older and grew taller than you, which he swore he would be and he was right

But he mostly wondered if you remembered your answer to that question too

“Your majesty?” you say, gently gaining his attention after he realises he zoned out

“Yes?” he meets your eyes, once again finding you become bashful, and once again finding it adorable and beyond endearing

“Your bedroom is prepared. Would you like for me to call upon your servants?” you ask as you do every night, hands clasped behind you

James shakes his head “No it’s alright” he answers as he does every night, not wishing for people to come only to specifically undress him, and he knows you know this so he ponders whether you do this dance because you want to prolong the moment, just as he does by answering sweetly every time

“Do you need me to do anything else?” you inquire quietly but as James watches your face he can tell you’re desperately trying to suppress a yawn

“No no, you’ve done a grand job as always” he compliments earning a proud smile but he finds you linger, biting your lip as you wait before James realises “You’re dismissed for the night”

And with that you bow your head, walking over to the door but just before you grasp the handle he calls out

"Y/n?”

You instantly turn around “Yes?” your head tilts, eyes a little wider in your confusion

James’ mouth opens, losing himself for a moment but then he recovers and just gives you a smile “Goodnight” he tells you instead refraining from saying what he wanted

“Goodnight” you smile back, biding your head once more before exiting, leaving James to stare at the door forlornly

The words still hang on his tongue

“Stay”

Thank you for reading ♡ I love this x honestly would love to write something longer on it so let me know if you would be interested x

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Ari finally asks you to be his girlfriend

a/n: Fun fact - I've had this in my drafts for years (no I mean literally), and I never knew what to do with it. I obviously changed it up a bit because it was written for someone else and really badly as well, but still...

word count: ~700

warning: mutual pining, a liiiiitle suggestive, swearing

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“I think we need nicknames for each other.” Ari leaned back to be able to look at your face. You were currently cuddled up on the sofa, watching a romantic comedy as a candle flickered in the dark. It was quite romantic, but the only reason you sat that close together was, so that you could share the huge bowl of popcorn squeezed between you.

“Okay…” you answered, concentrating on the movie and half-heartedly listening to what your friend had to say.

“How about boyfriend and girlfriend?” He smirked widely, waiting for a response from you. But you were struggling to keep your expression unbothered by your friend's cheesy pick-up line.

“Only if I can be ‘boyfriend’.” Shrugging your shoulders, you observed as Ari’s grin grew into honest laughter. An all too familiar warmth filled your body at the sound of it as you watched him shove another hand of popcorn in his mouth, settling the argument with a huff.

Things like this were a daily occurrence. Ari flirting like a maniac and you shooting back witty comebacks at him. It seemed like it was all fun and games, but that was, because neither of you knew that you were hiding the same secret from each other. Sometimes, you had to turn away from him to cover the flustered expression on your face. Too embarrassed to admit to him that you, in fact, wanted him to mean the comments he shot constantly, you went on with your life, annoying all your friends with your obliviousness.

"You can be anything you like, baby. But I'd prefer to be yours." Your expression faltered at this. It's not like you weren't used to those kinds of comments, it was rather that this time it felt a lot more real than the others.

"I- what?"

"Cat got your tongue? I wish it were me instead..."

"Ari..." your voice was only a whisper by now. His face was suddenly a lot closer than it was thirty seconds ago, and you didn't know how to act anymore. Ari's perfume was intoxicating, his lips so plump that you wanted to bite into them.

"What's holding you up, sugar?" Oh, shit. Did you just say that out loud?

Well, apparently. But you weren't too mad about it, because it finally gave you a leeway to make a move - an actual one, that was.

He leaned further into you and the world began to freeze around you. It had never been like this before. Ari's hand touched the skin on your arm, and before you could register the goosebumps, you leaned into him, placing a hungry kiss on his lips. Hot and heavy breaths filling the room and layering over the movie in the background as the popcorn spilled on the ground. His hand wandered down your front, leaving a burning sensation in its trail until-

"What's up with you, today?" Ari's voice pulled you from your trance and back to the sofa, where the movie had skipped a bit forward. His face was nowhere near to the place you had thought it to be mere seconds ago, as was his hand. And the popcorn was still neatly tugged in your lap. "I asked you something?"

Your head shot up. "Uh... sorry, what?"

"What do you wanna drink?"

"Just water, please."

"Alrighty..." He threw you a bottle from the fridge.

When Ari left your apartment that evening, you spent another hour imagining him actually calling you his girlfriend. The little scene on the sofa had felt so real, it almost scared you. Apparently, the feelings you harbored for your best friend were a lot stronger than they had made out to be, and it suddenly felt like a genuine problem.

You settled in bed with a torn mind that night - Ari's sweater keeping you warm, surrounding you in his scent, and lulling you into another dream of him. As if you hadn't had enough of those today already...

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gamma-rae-bursts · 1 year

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Home is Where the Heart Is

Yn is a former BAU agent, currently working at Georgetown. She met Alex whilst working for the FBI and is navigating her life with her and their son, Ethan.

Pairing: Alex Blake x Reader

Content Warnings: kind of CM case talk

Word Count: 1800+

Genre: Family Fluff

A/N: I'm going to stand by the fact that Alex Blake is the softest of the soft people, hence this needed to happen. I also hate how little recognition Ethan got in the show so I'm gonna give my boy what he deserves here. I'm thinking of making this into a series of one shots, different Blake Fam x Reader scenarios (may include some angst, knowing me it will) so please let me know what you think of this <3)

Joining the BAU was a dream come true, your way of making the world a safer, better place. And it just so happened to come with many other advantages. Although the beginnings were a little rough for you, feeling very out of place while being surrounded with FBI’s finest agents, soon enough they made you feel like a part of the family, like you truly belonged with them. And throughout the years you got to be a part of the team you’ve formed some of the best friendships with people that you knew you could trust with your life. But there was this one agent you held especially close to your heart, Alex Blake. Ever since she joined the team, the two of you were inseparable. One evening she finally asked you out on a date, to which you have immediately agreed. Falling in love with Alex was easy. Loving her even more so. Months went by and with that your relationship grew, soon enough you were introduced to her son, Ethan. The most precious little boy to ever exist. Not so long after that you moved in together and just a few months in Alex asked you to marry her. And this was your life now, you’ve never been happier.

But there were some definite downsides of the job. After all, there is only so much a human can take, the BAU knew it better than anyone else. There is only so much evil you can be exposed to before it starts consuming you from the inside out. You used to hold onto the last string of hope in each investigation, the hope that the last missing person would be found alive and there would be a somehow happy ending to this story. But at some point, even that was not enough. Over the years you’ve seen some of the worst horrors this world had to offer, you were met with death and misery at every step of your days. You’ve seen families torn apart, lives snatched away prematurely, unnecessary pain inflicted onto so many individuals. You’ve seen enough. You’ve had enough.

Making the decision to leave the team was not easy. You’ve spent countless hours contemplating whether or not to make that step before even mentioning anything to Alex. And after weeks of thinking, weeks of constant arguments in your head, making lists of pros and cons to both options, you finally decided that your time with the team has come to an end.

Breaking the news to the team was easier said than done. You made a detailed plan how to tell each and every one of them personally, but when the time to put the words into action came you came up with a much better idea. Hotch was the first one, after all he was the person you handed your resignation letter to. Penelope was the second in line (or so she thought), you couldn’t stop yourself from making fun of her for the last time. In reality, you told the whole team that you were leaving and what your plan was, except for her. You knew the blonde woman could not hold a secret in for the life of her, so you all made bets on how long it will take her to spill the tea. When you broke the news to her, one on one, you talked about it as if you didn’t want the rest of the team to know. It took her a whole hour and thirty-four minutes to break, telling everything you told her to Morgan and Spencer.

That was it. You were no longer an agent working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Just a short few weeks after leaving you managed to secure yourself a nice position as a lecturer at Georgetown University, finally putting your PhD in Biological Sciences to use.

***

Working at Georgetown was peaceful, the change you so desperately needed. There wasn’t much going on, your days mostly consisted of teaching, going over the material for your classes and marking your students’ papers. To some it might seem a little too boring, but you loved the newly found routine.

After finishing marking of the last papers, you’ve had for the day it was time to go home. Alex was away on a case for the past few days and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope for a phone call from her, telling you that they’re on their way back.

Just as you got into your car the sound of your ringtone filled the space, getting rid of the silence that previously surrounded you. You smiled to yourself as you read the name that popped up on your screen.

“Hi honey.” the soft voice on the phone spoke, “I think I might have some good news for you.” Alex added, you could tell she was smiling from the way her voice sounded.

“Please tell me you’re coming home; I don’t think anything else would classify as good news at this point.” you replied to the brunette, hopeful you got it right.

“I am, indeed, we’re wrapping up at the station and we’re going to head straight to the jet.” your fiancé said with the usual for her calmness, you, on the other hand, could not contain our excitement. “I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“I can’t wait! I’ve missed you so much baby, so did Ethan” you stated, your voice filled with excitement. “He’s been begging me to do crosswords with him at least five times a day and you know how much I suck at them”

“Oh, come on, you’re not that bad” Alex chuckled, “I’m sure you’ve got at least one of the words right.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at your fiancés’ words, the bar for you was set really low, yet somehow you still managed to underperform. “Nope, not a single one, I don’t think Ethan will ever stop making fun of me for that.” Alex laughed as the words left your mouth, “but what can I say, I’d like to see either of you in my lab”

“I think putting me there would be a major safety hazard and you know that” the linguist added, still laughing at your previous statements. “I’m gonna have to go now but see you in a few hours, I love you sweetheart”

“I love you too, Lex.” you assured, after which Alex finished the call.

On your way home you made a few brief stops to run some errands, you also picked up some of Alex’s favourite takeaway. Cooking wasn’t your strong side, but baking was, and your fiancé was completely aware of that. You usually opted for ordering food when it was your turn to make dinner, another effective tactic you’ve developed over the months was trading your cooking turns by agreeing to make some of Alex’s and Ethan’s favourite desserts.

The last stop you had to make on your way home was the little boy’s school.

“Hi Mama!” the squeaky voice roamed through the space in your car as Ethan entered it, making himself comfortable in his car seat.

“Hi honey, make sure to fasten your seatbelt” you replied to him softly. Ethan was a complete copy of Alex, dark, somewhat curly hair forming beautiful waves, big hazel eyes, contrasting with his pale skin, which was covered in light freckles, a precious addition to his face. “How was your day at school?”

“It was okay!” the little boy cheered to you, “Is mommy coming back home tonight? I really miss her.”

“She is actually! I’ve just talked to her and she should be back in the next few hours,” Ethan’s eyes lit up at your words, “don’t you worry you won’t have to do crosswords with me again” you added chuckling.

“I love you mama but you’re really not good and them.” E.T. teased, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You laughed in response to the dark-haired boy’s words. The rest of the drive home was peaceful, Ethan told you some more details about how his day at school went, talking about some of the friends he made, the teachers and what new things he learned that day. It wasn’t long until you reached your final destination, you took the food out of the car and the two of you started heading towards your apartment.

When you opened your front door a lovely smell of your favourite dish filled your nostrils, that’s when you knew Alex, was already home.

“Alex?” you questioned as you and Ethan started taking your shoes and coats off

“In the kitchen!” the woman exclaimed, you knew she had a habit of giving you the wrong time when she planned to come back home, wanting to let you know she was coming back yet still wanting to somewhat surprise you.

“MOMMY!” Ethan called as he ran to the kitchen, filled with joy and excitement to finally have his best crossword buddy back in the house. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Aw I’ve missed you too love bug,” she said as she gave the little boy the biggest hug she could, simultaneously picking him up. “And you, I missed you too” the dark-haired woman smiled as she directed her gaze your way.

“You said you’d be home late in the evening!” you jokingly snarled as you took a few more steps towards her, letting her place a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to surprise two of my favourite humans with a nice meal, can you?” she giggles as she put her son down.

“I see we’ve had the same plans Doctor Blake” you smiled as you put the bag with Alex’s favourite takeout on the kitchen island, at which Alex laughed and proceeded to place anther soft kiss, this time on your forehead.

The evening went by peacefully, filled with laughter and Ethan’s snarky remarks regarding your crossword skills. You decided to have Alex’s pasta for dinner, saving the takeaway for the next day, or a midnight snack. Etty was delighted to finally be able to do some crosswords with someone qualified and you just enjoyed watching the two people you loved most. The three of you ended the evening snuggled up on the couch of your living room, Alex in the middle so both you and Ethan would get equal amounts of hugs that you so dearly missed. You decided to watch one of Ethan’s favourite disney films, Frozen. As much as you didn’t want to admit that in front of Alex, it was one of your favourites too. The little boy ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie, snoring gently as he was curled up, wrapping his arms around Alex. When the film finished, you carefully took him to his room, tucking him in his bed, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead. You joined Alex in your bedroom, wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to hold her as close to you as possible until both of you drifted off to sleep.

This was your happy place. Your found family. Your home.

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angry-trashcan · 8 months

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"if this sounds needy" fool (affectionate) you've activated my trap card. You've only motivated me to ask for the Ceres Lore Dissertation

Tell me everything, I need details so I can ask her and you to marry me

Luna. You have no idea what you've just done. I was cooking when I got this ask and have been thinking about how I'm gonna respond since I saw it. When I'm done, you can ask me (or Ceres I guess) to marry you and I will say YES.

Okay. I'm just gonna give a few fun facts about them before we deep dive into her lore.

Ceres goes by she/they

Absolutely LOVES to bake

Cannot read

Cannot aim to save their life (literally)

Favorite color is light blue

Fell for Twilight first (but will never admit that to the rest of the Chain)

Is pansexual

Favorite flower is a magnolia blossom

Favorite meal is Venison stuffed peppers

Loves animals!

Has an old hunting dog as a pet at home

Okay. Now for her actual backstory, I can't believe I've never shared this publicly omg. (THIS IS SOMEHOW 3K WORDS LONG I JUST SPENT TWO HOURS WRITING IT ENJOY)

It seems as though Ceres' life was bound to tragedy before she even took her first breath. Her mother found out she was pregnant with them at only 17 years old. Unwed and with no hope to take care of them alone, she told Ceres' father of the pregnancy. That was the last night she saw him. Rumor is that he is living in Castle Town.

Ceres' mother, Rene, had no other choice but to be a single, teenage mother. With only the help of her own mother and a few people from town, Rene built a small house outside of the village. The house was small, but modest and only a short walk through a grove of magnolia trees to her mother's house.

It seemed as though things were looking up for the mother and daughter. A small home, help from a carrying grandmother. But things took an abrupt turn when Ceres turned four.

Per village tradition, at four years old every child begins school. The school consisted of basic things, such as reading and writing, but it also taught the core values of the village: hunting. Sitting on the edge of Ordon, the village was in the middle of the woods, surrounded by thick foliage and even thicker trunked trees. The only way for the village to survive was through their age-old tradition of hunting.

Rene had other things in mind for Ceres.

Ceres was to stay at the house and assist her mother. At home, she learned to cook, clean, sew, bake, and other tasks of the such. Anytime Ceres would attempt to go to the village to see other children or simply to visit, it was shut down quickly and harshly. "If you go then they will take you from me." or "You don't want to leave your mother here all alone, do you?!"

So, Ceres stayed put. Watching the trees loose their leaves and the magnolias bloom in the late spring.

Her grandmother was her only saving grace.

The only place Ceres was allowed to go was to her grandmother's. It was there that they learned the old ways of the village. How to braid her hair into intricate styles littered with flowers. How to pull the sweet nectar out of honeysuckles. The light-footed dances celebrating a hardy hunt. The way to keep fae away by keeping the apple pie out of the windows.

When Ceres was ten, her mother brought home a man. He introduced himself and their mother seemed happy for a time. Until the day he didn't come back, and her stomach grew with each passing week.

Ceres' brother, Jayco, was born shortly after. He had bright blue eyes that mimicked their own with a wild head of dark curls. She adored Jacyo. He was her baby brother, her new friend, her only friend. That changed quickly.

They became his primary caretaker. Bathing him, changing him, feeding him, even being called mom by the toddler before their own was. She was exhausted. Any attempt for peace at their grandmother's was shot down, "I need help with your brother! You know I can't do this alone!"

And so, she stayed.

When Jayco turned four he was sent to school. Ceres watched with jealousy in their eyes as the boy learned to read at the kitchen table, their mother tracing over each letter with him. It wasn't long after that Rene told Ceres that they needed to get a job to help support the household.

Ceres found themself thrown out into the path to the village she had never been to, mumbling words that didn't make much sense. The village was as beautiful as she had always imagined it to be. Lanterns hung in the streets as vendors lined the cobblestone. People shouted prices and jokes over her head as she wondered by. Every shop she stepped into told them they weren't hiring. Sending her back out on her way with a look of worry for this new girl in town.

On the third day, she was still down on their luck. Feet drug the ground on the way out of the town, head watching the torn boots. A whistle pulled her attention to a small fruit stand, an old woman sitting under the wooden roof. "Ya lookin' for work, sweetie?"

Ceres nodded as fast as she could, rushing to stand in front of the woman. "Yes, ma'am I am! I'll do anything you need me to!"

The woman laughed, "Then you be back here 'morrow mornin' at sunrise. I'll give you five rupees a day, that's all I can spare I'm 'fraid."

Ceres' smile could rip the seam of reality at that news.

She worked there for four years. Helping the old woman run the small stand. She taught them some basic skills that Rene had kept her from. Such as some reading and writing, counting, history, the basics of alchemy. But the whole world came crashing down the day she came to the stand to find it empty. Gnats flying around the sunken fruit. Tears filled their eyes, knowing that the time with the woman had come to an abrupt end. Turning to leave the stand, a hand grabbed her wrist.

She turned back to meet dark blue eyes and wavy brown hair atop a man's head. "Sorry to scare you, but this was my grandmother's stand. I assume you worked with her?"

Ceres pulled her hand back to herself and nodded, "Yeah, I did. I knew she was sick but..."

"It was a surprise to all of us. Unfortunately, we can't keep the stand running so I'm sorry to put you out like this."

"No, no. It's not your fault I can find something else. I'm more just upset that she's gone. We were close, her and I."

A weak smile pulled at the man's lips. He extended his hand, "Your name is?"

Ceres took it in her own, shaking it slowly. "Ceres, you?"

"Aldric."

The relationship was like a whirlwind. He was introduced to their family in the first month. Rene adored him, Jayco looked up to him with pride in his eyes to be a hunter like Aldric. Her grandmother was wary after Rene's history with men, buy still welcomed him into her home.

During this, Ceres was on the look out for any job they could snag. Running orders for the local blacksmith? Done. Helping the bartenders deliver drinks to tables? Done. Clean rooms at the inn? Done. Help process the deer? Done.

There was only one problem with this. It was how quickly she would leave jobs. She would jump on a new opportunity, and within a month be quitting and finding another. Any minor inconvenience was enough for them to quit on the spot. Nothing was too small of a reason.

Maybe it was to try to keep ahold on one aspect of her life.

Things started to spiral with Aldric nearly a year into the relationship. It started with a heated argument over the type of meat she used in the stew that night before quickly devolving into a stinging cheek. Aldric looked nearly as horrified as she felt as she held a hand to her the red skin of their cheek.

"I- I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." Was all he had to say before pulling her into him as she cried into his chest.

It happened more and more often after that, always starting the same way. A small argument over something seemingly minuscule before she was crying on the ground holding whatever part of her was sure to bruise that time. Apologies would spill from his mouth before doing it all again the next day.

Ceres heard a rumor in the bar one night as she cleaned a glass. Apparently, the hunting party that Aldric was on stopped by Kakariko for a few nights before heading out for the actual hunt. The reason? Aldric had someone to stop and visit.

Their blood ran cold, throwing the glass to the ground and taking that as the minor inconvenience she needed to quit.

She let that simmer in her for two more weeks before the hunting party arrived home. In tow a few large deer to make up for their troubles. Ceres bit their tongue at the marks on Aldric's neck as he hugged her.

She confronted him two days later, with the marks still clearly in view trailing down his chest.

This is the scene from Hair

You tried to settle your breathing, raising a hand to knock on the door. “Come in.” A deep voice called from within the small house. You took a shakier breath, hand settling on the door knob. “Didn’t you hear me? I said come in!” The knob was ripped from your hand as the door swung inward. Your wide eyes stared down at his feet. “Thought you were someone else.” He mumbled, stepping away and walking towards a chair in the middle of small room. You nodded, following behind slowly and closing the door behind you.

“You said you wanted to talk?” His eyes were on the fireplace in front of him as he spoke. You nodded again, not yet trusting your words. “Well go on, I have to leave early in the morning so I don’t have all night.”

You wandered towards his chair, coming to a stop where he could see you in front of him, but not blocking his view of the raging fire. Your voice was raspy as you spoke, “I wanted to talk about the other day.” Your fingers held onto the hand shaped bruise on your forearm.

“What about it? I already said I was sorry.”

“Yes, you did but-“

“Is my apology not enough for you?” His eyes flickered over to your face for a moment.

“It’s not that. It’s just that-“

“You know, I do a lot for you, Y/N.” His voice raised a level, “I go out in these scouting and hunting parties for weeks or months at a time to make enough money for us. I bought us this house so after we are wed, we can live here, I tell you your hair and the ridiculous amount of flowers you put in it is pretty. Is it not enough for you? Am I not enough for you?”

“Aldric, it’s not that it’s-“

His eyes felt like daggers into your very soul when he finally made eye contact with you, “Then what is it, exactly? Because it sounds to me like you’re complaining.”

You swallowed into your dry throat, taking a step back. “I know there isn’t a hunting party leaving in the morning.” The words were more of a whisper than anything.

His eyes narrowed in on you. “What are you implying?”

You looked away from him, “I’m asking where you are going. That’s all.”

“Where I go is none of your concern. But if you really must know, I’m going to visit my cousin in Kakariko.”

“You don’t have a cousin in Kakariko. The only person you know who lives there is-“ Before you could finish he was on his feet, walking towards you. You walked backwards, face raising to meet his as he got you against the far wall, right next to the fireplace.

“What the hell are you implying now? Huh?” He grabbed your chin, angling it up so you were forced to meet his gaze. “Are you trying to say I’m going there to cheat on you? I don’t have to go all the way there to do that. Anyone in this town would be happy to have me.”

You attempted to nod against his grip, squirming against the wooden wall.

“And what, now you’re all upset? Because you accused me of cheating? Give me a fucking break!” His open hand hit the wall next to your face, causing a squeal to come from your mouth.

Your breathing picked up again, eyes looking anywhere but his to try to find a way out of the situation. But you didn’t need one, he let go of you and backed away. He turned away from you, going back to the middle of the room. A hand ran through his hair. You followed his lead, getting off of the wall and going towards the middle of the room, though not towards him. You got yourself between him and the front door.

“There’s more I have to say.” You began. He didn’t look at you so you continued. “I think it would be best if we weren’t together anymore. Maybe find others or-“ He turned to you. His eyes glowing red in the fire light. And then he ran. He ran at you, your feet not understanding that they needed to move before he got to you. You were against the wall again in an instant, this time next to the door.

“Do you want to say all of that again?!” He hissed out.

“I- I-“

His hand dug into the bruise that was already there on your arm, causing you to cry out. “I guess not. You know, Y/N, no one is ever going to love you like I do.” His words spat out like venom. “No one is ever going to treat you as good as I do. No one is ever going to find you attractive again. I’m all you have. I’m all you’ll ever have.” He released your hand to slam both fists into the wall next to your head. “You’re going to be all alone, forever.”

“You’re wrong.” You managed to cry out.

His face twisted, “What did you just say to me?”

You shrunk down into yourself, “You’re wrong.”

BAM

You clutched your cheek, tears pouring from your face as you fell to the floor. He stepped back just enough for you to do so. “Maybe that will teach you a fucking lesson.” He spat on the floor next to you.

She pushed herself out the door and somehow stumbled her way down that same magnolia lined path she had walked a million times before. Finding herself in her grandmother's arms as she cried. Cried for the five waisted years. Cried for the wedding dress their grandmother had begun sewing for her. Cried for the pain in her face and chest and the lack of vision in one eye. They cried for themself. Since no one ever had before.

She sat behind the inn's desk the next morning. Watching the clock tik by second by second until their shift ended. One eye was swelled shut and black and purple, a large matching bruise sat on their ribs. It ached to stay sitting for so long.

The door flew open and she looked up, not even bothering to greet the people walking in as one of them reached the desk.

"Don't FUCKING touch that!" One of the others behind the man shouted, hitting the shorter one on the back of the head. They blinked slowly at the growing ruckus before looking at the face of the one in front of her. Red and blue lined tattoos ran across his face, moving as he spoke.

"I need five rooms please."

A vase crashed in the back of the group. And with practiced speed, Ceres dropped the pen in their hand, grabbed her bag from under the desk, and walked around it. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' out." The door swung close behind them.

She was in town the next day, searching for somewhere else to work when a man ran into the middle of the street, falling to his knees and letting out a blood curdling scream from deep in his chest. Blood fell from his stomach where he held his inside in place from spilling onto the ground. "Monsters! There are monsters in the woods!"

Ceres stood in the middle of the growing crowd, watching on as the man began to collapse into his own blood. Another arm caught his fall, "Where are they?!"

She recognized him, one of the many men from the end the day before. Fluffy brown hair and dark eyes that stared into the dying man. "Where are the monsters?!"

"Th- the wo-woods." Blood pulled in the man's mouth as he spoke and the other one sneered, letting his hand fall to the other's stomach. A few gasps filled her ears as the man's hands began to glow around the ruined insides.

"Come on, stay with me!" Sweat trickled down his face as he looked to be exerting himself. "It's not your time to die!" Light seemed to flood back into the man's eyes as the blood rolled to a stop, coughs slowing down. The other laid him in the street, "Someone get a doctor, this isn't going to help him for long." He stood to make way for two men to pick him up and carry him out of the crowd.

The crowd dispersed as quickly as they joined, leaving only her and the man from the inn in the middle of the street. People passed around and between them, a stale breeze blowing their hair.

"What's your name?" He spoke so gently to her, voice barely audible. They didn't respond, instead watching as he turned to face her. "I'm sorry about yesterday, my friends can be a lot sometimes." No words came from her mouth still. "I can heal that for you if you want? I'm a healer." And with that, she turned away from him. Pushing through the people back towards the magnolia grove.

The rest is history. Ceres warms up to the chain just barely before Time pulls her through the portal with them. WOW I did not expect to write that much but, Luna, you got your dissertation. I'm open to any more questions you may have!

#JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT WAS A LOT #I have ALOT to say today I guess omfg #ceres <3 #I just love that girl alot okay

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covetsauvignon · 2 years

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as it stands - chapter two

associate professor joshua x university staff member reader genre: smut, angst if you squint overall warnings: use of the word "war", afab reader, oral (f), fingering

series: intro - chapter one - chapter two

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this chapter pairs well with the following music: dido and aeneas, z. 626 / act iii: when i am laid in earth beverage: cavaliere d’oro campanile pinot grigio delle venezie 2018

it's finally here! shoutout to anyone who catches my three fun easter eggs. also sent this to my high school bestie while drunk and he proofread it brb dying of embarrassment!!!

Clove

“As it stands, any relationships of a sexual or romantic nature between faculty or staff members within the same school, department, or college are strongly discouraged, except in certain circumstances, usually those extenuating from a relationship existing prior to the employment of one or both parties.”

It’s just talking. It’s not a relationship. Over the course of the past month, you’ve spent nearly as much time in Joshua’s office as you’ve spent at home, opting to visit him for a few hours while he grades papers or reviews lesson plans when you’re finished with work rather than leaving campus right away.

You don’t go on dates. You don’t even see each other outside of the classics building.

You don’t mind. It’s easier like this.

Simpler. Cleaner.

When you’re together, you talk about anything. And everything. He wants to know about where you grew up. What do your siblings do? Who are you more like: your mother, or your father? Did you grow up religious? What do you believe now? What’s your favorite book, movie, tv show, menu item at McDonald’s, place you’ve visited? Have you seen any of the natural wonders of the world? Did you know that ravens can talk? Did you know humans have studied more of space than the ocean? What’s your favorite constellation? Snow or rain? Sunshine or clouds?

You learn that he likes the color blue, he’s an only child, he was raised a devout Catholic, he can play guitar, his favorite animals are rabbits (he has a pet bunny named Hannie), and he’s never been good with asking other people for help.

In return, you tell him some of the useless facts you know. Such as: blobfish are actually normal looking fish at their natural deep sea pressure, declawing cats removes all but the last knuckle of their toes, and, speaking of toes, Viggo Mortensen broke his when kicking that helmet in The Two Towers.

He takes to the habit of collecting shooters and miniature handles of liquor, bitters and syrups and other cocktail ingredients small enough to hide behind the books of his office (it is a dry campus, after all), so that he can learn how to make cocktails. Sometimes, he asks you to teach him something new. Other times, he shows off with his own research. His brands and blends are a bit wrong, sometimes, but you never say anything. He’s trying, and it makes you warm from head to toe.

Then, there are the other times. More and more frequent, as of late, one question in this direction branching off into dozens, each more suggestive and salacious than the last.

First kiss? How many relationships have you been in? Have you ever been in love? What’s your favorite position? How often do you pleasure yourself? Do you ever think about someone in particular while doing so? Have you ever thought about me? Will you think about me tonight? If we didn’t know each other through work, if we met at a bar, would we have slept together by now?

For better or worse, it’s not long until the space between you becomes so wrought full of tension and desire that you can scarcely stand to be in the same room with other people around out of fear that anyone will be able to tell something’s happening between the two of you just by looking. The lounge and hallways become a war zone full of mines in the form of students and other faculty and staff. You find you’re beginning to avoid people.

Not that, in either of your offices, you have ever truly been alone together. Your office, especially, is not private; either the lobby door or the chair’s office door or both are open, meaning anyone is welcome to enter at any point. Part of the reason you speak so softly in the sanctity of Joshua’s office is because students tend to come and go with questions or late assignments every so often, so his door is always open, too.

The pair of you have never been alone behind closed doors.

Until now.

You didn’t see him talking to a student down the hall as you slipped into the storage room, and he didn’t see you pass by on your way. You don’t bother turning on the lights; the window at the far end of the room lets in enough cloud-covered sunshine to guide you comfortably. The room is decently sized, filled with dozens of filing and storage cabinets, rows of shelves, and the old faculty and staff lounge couch that was now shoved into the far corner.

It’s dark and quiet, close and familiar. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the door open unexpectedly.

“Jesus, you scared me,” you laugh, looking away quickly, turning your attention back to the cabinet of supplies you’d just opened. What you’d been searching for, however, is lost on you. You haven’t the faintest idea why you came here in the first place.

All you know is that now Joshua is here with you. Alone.

“Out of staples?” You ask. It’s an innocent question, to be sure. But, in this context, any question - any attempt at communication - serves only to stir the feelings and urges you’re both trying desperately to suppress.

“I honestly can’t even remember,” he answers, laughing softly. His voice is quiet and gentle, as ever, but slightly tense.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you begin organizing the storage cabinet instead of pulling items from it. Straightening a box of paper clips here, re-stacking a set of index cards there. Your hands are fitful, nervous and flighty like a baby bird trying to get off the ground for the first time.

It’s the proximity. And the light. Or, rather, the lack of light. It’s the way the hint of poplar wood you glean from his cologne is wrapping itself around you like a python, creeping through your veins and making you think about making regrettable decisions. Regrettably delicious decisions.

“That’s unfortunate,” you reply succinctly.

“Somehow I sense that I’m not alone in suddenly feeling lost,” he murmurs. There’s a soft metallic sound, one you recognize as him fidgeting with his wristwatch. He does it when he’s deep in thought. Or nervous. Or both.

“Is it that obvious?” You sigh, carefully closing the creaky metal cabinet before turning to face him. He’s hovering by the door, one hand worrying with his watch, his eyes moving from the floor to your face as he senses your movement. You can’t decipher his expression. Your own gaze flickers to the door handle.

You notice it has a lock.

That lights a flame in your stomach, the hungry sort that only grows stronger the more you try to blow it out.

“Not really, I’m just getting better at reading you,” he answers. You’re both quiet for a moment. Anxious. Tempted. “Are you afraid?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of getting caught.”

You swallow hard. Something is buzzing in your chest and your fingertips. “We’re not doing anything,” you say cautiously.

“That could change. If you want it to.”

You look at him, and he looks at you, and the weight of this moment, the gaze you’re sharing, and all of its implications makes your head spin. “What if someone comes in?” you ask. He turns slightly, looking at the door handle for a moment before delicately clicking the lock into place. “What if someone finds out?”

“They won’t,” he assures you softly, taking the smallest of steps towards you.

Your heartbeat begins to quicken. Your lips suddenly feel dry. You lick them. You don’t think you’ve ever been so nervous. “I need this job. I can’t get fired.” He’s close enough now that beneath his cologne you’re beginning to detect notes of his aftershave. It smells like mint. You wonder if, perhaps, you could taste it on your lips if you kissed along his jaw.

“No one’s going to fire you,” he shakes his head. “If we get caught, which we won’t, I’ll take the blame.”

You frown. “I don’t like the idea of that, either. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“Oh?” The corner of his mouth curls into a slight grin. “And what about what I want?”

“What is it that you want?”

In another two agonizingly slow, careful steps, he closes the distance, and for the first time you realize how tall he is, how fully his presence enraptures you. “Permission,” he says at last.

You feel like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. You look up at him, into his eyes, so kind and caring and sweet and warm, and it’s all over. “Please,” you whisper. “Joshua, please.” He raises his hand, running the back of his knuckles so gently across your cheek you’re unsure if you’re imagining it or not.

“Please what?”

“Kiss me.”

The hand by your face turns, and his palm comes to rest along your jaw, thumb running across your cheek while his fingers curl beneath your chin to tilt your head up as he softly presses his lips to yours, his other hand coming to ghost over your hip, guiding your body just slightly closer to his.

At first, it’s chaste. Bubblegum pink, glitter suspended in liquid around the edges. Soda flavored lip gloss and mood rings and Lisa Frank folders. The warmth in your chest stays there, innocent and nostalgic. It makes you think of your very first kiss with your best friend, Ricky, in eighth grade, outside the auditorium as you wait for your sister to get out of drama club.

Certain elements come back to you, replacing your senses in the present with the memories of your past. Your backpack, weighed down by at least three textbooks and covered with Pokemon pins. The Hello Kitty bandaid on your knee pulling slightly at your skin. The cloyingly sweet vanilla ice cream perfume you wore at the time filling your lungs.

Then, the tip of Joshua’s tongue flickers against your bottom lip, and you find yourself wrenched from your very first, far in the past, to the new first you’re experiencing now.

This first could not be more different.

It’s a deep burgundy, the color of wine, and you’re already drunk on the feeling of it, the taste of him. You open your mouth, eager and pliant, and his tongue finds yours. The hand on your hip tightens, the other on your face moving to your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you up against him. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that when your body meets his, when you feel him already growing half hard in his khakis, that a moan escapes you, one which he devours intently.

Your own hands can’t stay still, running up his arms and over his shoulders and down to his chest, his heart beating wildly against your palm. You let your fingers flit over his collar before sliding up the nape of his neck and tangling in his hair. It’s as soft as you’d imagined, and the contact makes him pull away, a breathy groan escaping him before he begins pressing kisses along your jaw. When he reaches your neck, his tongue and teeth begin gracing your skin just as much as his lips. His bites are gentle, soothed instantly with a swirl of his tongue, and you find yourself letting out the tiniest, neediest sounds.

A wildfire rages inside of you, your bones becoming ashen branches licked and burned by flames so hot and intense you wouldn’t be surprised if your skin was scorching to the touch. You’re so filled with want - so much, so fully, it’s almost unbearable. You’ve never needed anyone like this, and you’re not quite sure what to do about it. Desire blossoms like roses within your core, the edges of their petals singed by the heat that roils inside of you.

“Not enough,” you pant quietly, eyes clamping shut as his teeth do the same along your throat.

“What do you need?” he murmurs against your skin.

“More. Touch me more, please, I want-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before he’s steering you back, gently pinning you to the cabinet you’d been sorting just a few moments ago. One of his knees slides between your legs, parting them, the hem of your skirt rising, his thigh gently nudging against your already sensitive clit as he settles in close to you. It’s enough to make you whimper, but not enough to sate you. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, leveling you with a gaze honey-dipped in lust, his eyes still sweet and soft, but achingly hungry. “May I?” he asks, running his thumbs over the collar of your dress shirt. You nod, eyes flitting to the locked door.

“Hurry.”

He smirks. “That can be arranged.” Then, with a harsh movement so sudden and sharp you don’t see it, he rips your shirt open, the topmost button popping straight off and clattering to the floor. You gasp, but he wastes no time, pulling the remaining fabric out of your skirt and clutching your ribs as he dives to your collarbone. He picks up where he left off, kissing and nipping and licking your skin until he reaches the center of your chest. His breath is hot against your sternum as his hands glide up to the back of your bra, delicately stroking the fabric there.

“Yes, please, yes,” you insist before he even gets the chance to ask. His nimble fingers make quick work of it, unlatching your bra and then moving his hands to your shoulders, pulling the straps and your shirt down, flinging them off your arms and onto the floor in one smooth motion.

Within the next moment, you arch your back and his mouth is around one of your nipples, his fingers playing with the other. His tongue swirls and teases, his teeth gentle at first. But as soon as you moan, he’s on you in earnest, pulling your nipple between his teeth until he feels you shudder. His thumb rolls lazily against your other breast until he decides to switch, making you gasp under your breath.

Within moments you find yourself bucking your hips, running your center along his thigh, desperate for friction. Your hands tangle in his hair again, and you’re somewhat certain you’re whispering his name like a prayer. Then, he drops to his knees, his hands moving from your breasts to your skirt, bunching it further up your waist until he’s level with your panties.

“Can I?” He looks up at you, his warm brown eyes simmering darkly with desire, but they’re just as tender and honest as they’ve ever been. His breath fans across your inner thighs, and your hips move forward ever so slightly, yet ever so eagerly in response that you should be embarrassed.

Now, it’s all you can do to whine and nod. But it’s enough for him.

One hand tugs the already soaked fabric of your panties aside so he can lick you, tongue hot and heavy, from your core to your clit, the clever muscle instantly coated in your wetness.

“Fuck,” his voice hitches as his lips wrap around that bundle of nerves, the hand not holding your panties open for him kneading a soothing rhythm into your thigh.

Time has no meaning, now. At first, you’re still somewhat cognizant. You can feel his fingers against your leg, methodical and purposeful. It’s grounding. Especially in comparison to the way his mouth moves against you. Sinful. Heavenly. A dichotomy that threatens to split you asunder, one part of your brain enraptured in pleasure, the other half a little afraid of how much you like it.

But then, his hand leaves your thigh. His fingers are suddenly sliding along your slit, discovering your entrance, coaxing it open with two fingers that he then pushes inside of you with no resistance.

Now, it’s all heat, it’s all so good, it’s all too much. Your stomach begins to knot, but the sensations of him keep going, keep building. The steady pressure of his fingers inside you, the gentle ministrations of his tongue against you. Every time he enters you is a strike of lightning, yet only curling tendrils of smoke and gentle dapples of sunlight play behind your eyelids. The visions are pale and soft and comforting as he drives you ever to your ecstasy in strokes so very determined, so very fervent.

You don’t last long.

“Joshua, I-” You try to warn him, but at the sound of his name he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re coming harder than you ever have before. The satisfaction trickles like melting ice from the top of your head, pooling in the molten center of your hips before shivering down your legs, leaving you shaking slightly and utterly breathless.

Finally, Joshua pulls away, his lips and chin slick with you, and he smiles, pleasant and delicate and so at odds with the way he just made you feel. You’re suddenly a bit light headed, so you let your knees buckle and your back slide down the cabinet until you’re sitting on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Joshua asks, his expression growing a touch worried.

You nod, smiling and sighing and letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Very, very much better than alright,” you answer with a laugh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says quietly, and when you open your eyes to look at him, he’s still on his knees, licking clean the fingers that were inside of you mere moments ago, the fingers that just made you see stars. The sight of it makes you forget about how spent you are, replacing all other thoughts with one singular desire: him. Him, him, and more of him.

You shift to your knees, fingers flying to the buttons of his shirt as you kiss him, feverishly hot and fast. You can feel him grin, lips twisting away from yours for only a moment, amused by your short-lived exhaustion and renewed enthusiasm. He shrugs out of his shirt, his palms coming to caress your shoulder blades as your own hands run down his chest, skimming across his stomach, touch feather-light, before you begin to busy yourself with his belt.

When it’s unfastened, he pulls away and stands, tugging your hands to bring you up with him. His mouth returns to yours like a magnet, his body turning and guiding the pair of you towards the long-forgotten couch in the corner. When the back of your knees hit the rough old cushions, his hands dip to unzip your skirt. Thoroughly sick of any amount of fabric being between you, you shove it and your panties down your hips and legs, stepping out of them as Joshua does the same with his slacks and underwear. You get on your tip-toes, move to kiss him, but he dodges your advance, hands holding you in place by your waist.

“You can always say no to me, you know,” he murmurs, echoing the sentiment he’d expressed that evening in his office, the one with the golden light and vermouth, the one that set all of this into motion.

“Joshua, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll never forgive you,” you breathe, words hitched with quiet laughter, and he joins you, chuckling softly.

“As you wish.” He kisses you again, and for a moment it’s baby blue cotton candy and friendship bracelets, but as he pushes you down into the couch, lays you out before him and slides lithely between your legs, a curtain falls. Now, you’re midnight and velvet, with fire and ice entwining along your spine, melting you like wax as you shiver.

It’s the first of many times in the coming weeks that you find yourselves like this, vignetted in stolen moments dark and quiet and sacred, drowning together in a bliss so sinful and fulfilling you think it might be your undoing.

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 8 months

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Round 2 poll 7: Rev. Green from Cluedo vs the Log Chute from the Mall of America

Propaganda under the cut:

Rev. Green:

1) Literally just a random board game character 😪 2) Ok so basically here’s the deal. One day, about a year and a half or two years ago, I saw some random thing related to Clue online. I (dual U.S. American and Russian citizen, because I was born in America to an immigrant parent, I PROMISE this is important) was confused because among the cast of characters was “Mr. Green”. Now, I hadn’t played Clue in a very long time. It wasn’t my favorite game as a kid, my only memories of it were wanting to play as Ms. Peacock and then my brother taking her and making me pick someone else, but I was pretty confident the character was Reverend Green. What happened? Was he excommunicated?? I kind of figured the name was just changed to reflect a more secular culture and that I had unknowingly played an old copy of the game as a kid.

But it fascinated me. So I spent months on and off researching the topic. (poorly, might I add, it wasn’t a complicated issue. But still.) I found out about many changes from version to version. Clue Junior, Clue VCR Mystery, Clue Master Detectives, all of it. And the whole time, Green was there to greet me in each new version. It was the first thing I always checked. Was he Mister or Reverend? I found out in one version he was a defrocked priest turned businessman, and in another a scam artist who pretended to be a member of the clergy to pull of a scheme. Closer. I ran polls, I went to irl Clue events, and eventually I found what I was looking for the whole time. Green was a Reverend in the 1944 patent of the game, and the subsequent 1949 U.K. release of Cluedo. But, because of fear that U.S. Citizens would take issue with a member of the church being suspected of murder, Parker Brothers changed the name to Mister Green for the U.S. release.

That all could have taken me five minutes of googling, but honestly the chase made the result so much more worth it. And yet, there was something more there in the back of my mind. This all was well and good, but why was I so sure of the U.K. version of the name? My father’s family is Irish so we have a pretty healthy hatred of all things British, there’s no way my dad would’ve had us play that version of the game. Right? But thanks to a response from a poll I ran, I found out that the German version also went with Reverend. Because Green is an Anglican, I kind of assumed that the U.S. change might have been carried over into other international releases. But no! That made me realize that Mister Green is an outlier and that almost all languages of the game use Reverend. So then last night the pieces finally clicked together. I asked my mom to confirm a hunch I had, not expecting her to at all remember something this trivial. Like I said, I didn’t play it much as a kid. Maybe we didn’t even own a copy, and I had just played it at a library or a hurricane shelter or a relative’s house or something. But she remembered. We did, in fact, own the game. Not just any version, but a RUSSIAN COPY. I unknowingly grew up with Cluedo! So I had every reason to believe it was Reverend Green and be confused when I heard otherwise.

Tl;dr, minor version difference between Russian and American copies of a board game gave me a hyperfixation and a blorbo.

the Log Chute:

Listen, I hope it is okay to submit a ride, I saw some other people had submitted places (?) BUT, I'm obsessed with this ride, I have a YouTube playlist of people riding it, so I can watch it whenever I want. I live hours away from MOA, but whenever I go, I beg and plead my friend group to go with me. The smell of the ride alone makes me so happy. One time on my birthday, there wasn't a line, so the ride operator let me ride it seven times in a row without getting off. To me, it's like god's gift to the universe. I know all the fun facts about it and recite them to my friends. Also, there's a giant Paul Bunyan animatronic (the ride is Paul Bunyan themed) and they dress him in giant cute holiday sweaters every year!! And they also dress him for different occasions, which is so funny because he's literally like 15 feet tall. It also has a Babe the Blue Ox Statue that I think used to spit mist out of her nostrils, but she no longer has that function. A lot of the animatronics on this ride are no longer operational and I will point out every one while riding it. I'm obsessed with it. I guess if a ride isn't okay to blorbo, the Paul Bunyan and Babe Animatronics are also my blorbo of choice.

#Log Chute #animatronics #rev. green #cluedo #clue

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corgijones18 · 4 months

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I've been enjoying Baldur's Gate 3 SO much and none of my friends have played it, so I've decided to share things onto Tumblr! I'm annoying and want to share/talk about my lovely characters, so I'm gonna share some information about my first character. I honestly want to replay the game and romance every character because I want to experience all the character moments with a character I visualize. If you like this share some info about your characters! I love learning about everyone's Tav/Durge!

My first character:

Gwendolyn Springsong

Gwendolyn is a Half-Elf and she grew up in a small town outside of Baldur's Gate with her Mom, who is a Wood Elf. Gwen is a Bard, College of Lore, and is the leader of the group (in my game/world/lore). Unlike everyone else, cause most my Tav's are gonna have sob stories, Gwen lived a pretty normal life prior to her abduction. Most of her youth involved her questioning her gender, but when she was 12 she knew she was a woman and her Mom supported her in getting the medical care she needs (Gwen didn't originally start as trans, but as a trans woman the more I thought about it the more it made sense). She moved to Baldur's Gate to start Bard College, as she had a natural talent and would play at her local Inn for coin. Gwen then decided to officially stay in Baldur's Gate after graduating, but she visits her mother frequently. The day she was abducted, she was performing for a family outside of Baldur's Gate. Wrong place, wrong time. As she begin to work with new faces and figure out how to rid of the tadpole, Gwen ended up falling into the "leader" role due to her charisma & protectiveness over everyone, and due to how nosey she is. Gwen never felt destined for anything, but somehow destiny found her.

Fun Facts:

Gwen is 36

Gwen is Bisexual, she doesn't necessarily follow the "Bard's are sluts" trope, but she is a disaster bisexual and has too many crushes

If Baldur's Gate had Alignments, Gwen would be Chaotic Good

Gwen is 5'2" (short Queen), she gets her height from her Dwarf father

Gwen's instrument of choice is the Lyre

She is naturally a brunette, but dyed her hair pink since she wanted it to stand out (it's also her favorite color)

Gwen knows some Druid circle practices, since her Mom is a Druid

Her focus is "College of Lore" because she wants to know as many things as she can

Tends to be blindly optimistic & wants to see the good in everyone

Gwen's VERY good at lying and putting a facade on when she's not ok as she normally puts on a positive front for everyone else

Gwen doesn't follow any of the Gods, but she will pray to Selune or Chauntea occasionally

Most charismatic member in the group

Is the group healer, along with Shadowheart

Group dynamics/relationships:

Gwen is best friends with everyone at camp, but questions Minthara's choices A LOT

She loves stealing with Astarion

Everyone tends to express their feelings to Gwen, she's like the group leader & therapist, but Gwen normally only confides in Shadowheart

Originally Astarion & Gwen didn't get along, but the two bonded over their similar taste in wine & impressive skills in breaking into places they probably shouldn't be in

Gwen was the one who prevented Shadowheart from killing Lae'zel

Gwen's blind hope in each group member has led her into dangerous situations which annoys Shadowheart, but is something she also loves about Gwen

As soon as Karlach was able to touch people, Gwen basically gave her a hug every hour

One early night when the group was very drunk, Gwen let it slip that she's had a crush on everyone in the group except for Astarion & Gale

She knows ALL the group dirt & drama

Gwen has met met Wyll's Dad prior to the start of the game, as she has performed at a ball he was at and she is best friends with Charity, one of my other OC's, who comes from a noble fanily

Karlach and Wyll would try to get Gwen to work out with them, but she is not athletic at all and would frequently sneak away

If anyone says anything out of pocket, Gwen makes eye contact with Shadowheart (love a side eye queen)

Gwen would try to read books Gale recommends, but most of them would bore her (so she asks Charity to tell her about the book)

Gwen would, though, find something each member was interested in and try to be good at it/learn more about it

If anyone questioned Gwen's leadership choices, Shadowheart & Lae'zel would instantly back her up. Lae'zel would also make several comments how nice it is to have a woman in charge.

Gwen's Mom knew Jaheira & talked about how heroic she was, so Gwen totally fangirled when she met her, and Minsc

Romance dynamics with Shadowheart & Halsin:

As soon as Gwen met Shadowheart, she had a crush on her. Shadowheart learned of this crush pretty early on and would constantly tease Gwen, until the Teilfing party where they finally kissed

Gwen is in a polyamorous relationship with Shadowheart & Halsin, the three of them are very happy together (they agreed they can sleep with others if they inform the others, but Halsin is really the only one who MAY sleep with another)

Halsin was the one who yearned for Gwen, and when they finally talked about their feelings, Gwen told Shadowheart everything and gave her a speech, to which Shadowheart responded with "so, we both want to climb mount Halsin, huh?" (my bisexual, in my headcanon, queens)

Shadowheart will tease Gwen by calling her "shorty", even though Shadowheart is barely taller than her (in my headcanon)

After they dealt with the parasites, Gwen & Shadowheart find a cozy home in Gwen's hometown and invited Shadowheart's parents to stay with them, Halsin would visit frequently and at some point he just ends up staying

Gwen would wait for Shadowheart to go back to sleep when Shar would hurt her, and if Halsin was there he'd stay up to comfort her (and at some point the pain stops)

Gwen & Shadowheart frequently have everyone over to reconnect

Gwen always worried about Shadowheart's relationship with Shar and would drop subtle hints of worry with Shadowheart, believing at the end of the day Shadowheart would do what was best for her, but whenever Shadowheart directly asked for Gwen's opinion she would SHARE IT

Shadowheart & Halsin would go to Gwen's performance and just talk about how talented and beautiful she was

ALWAYS little spoon, no matter who she is cuddling with

This is everything I could think of at the moment. If you enjoyed this, aw thanks! I just love sharing information about my characters I create in any game! My next OC I'm going to do is Charity!

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate shadowheart #baldur's gate halsin #oc #bg3 #bg3 tav

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hoodiehydra · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Added a small bit of romance

NOTE: Leon is not based on anyone, just experimented with some romance in here for fun

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So, besides a huge hatred for my school, I have another very fun fact about myself. Two months into the new… oldish school and I’ve gotten assigned into a new co-curricular activity. Great. Lovely. Absolutely splendid. What was it? Doesn’t matter.

I just wasn’t in the same one as Luna. We had gotten close, quickly. In the first few weeks, I was just so convinced that we were the only two within the few thousand people in this school that saw the awful flaws with the whole building, but apparently not. It turns out, we weren’t going insane. I was currently associating myself with everyone who could see the problems, and the group was huge. Well, not really. A total of 12 in the class, then. It was 6 times as much as I expected. So that was an upside here.

The only weird thing here was, the teachers were completely oblivious to the entire thing happening. How could we tell them that we were all suffering and tortured just by the building itself.

Go up to them, saying, “Hey the school looks atrocious and we are all dying inside from it”? Hell nah. Detention, immediately. And it’s not like I wanted another reason to stay in this damned place.

You know, my co-curricular activity wasn’t all that bad. Let’s call it CCA, hm?

I… can’t say I like the stuff we do in my CCA, but the people were chill, even my seniors were cool, so it was a 50/50.

The place was plain awful. Need I say more? Just take me to the worst school where the cafeteria food was shit and I would be more than grateful.

Unfortunately, I had my… CCA today, which always ended at 6:30, which was around sundown. Shadows everywhere, it was very creepy. It made me uneasy to walk down the hallways where almost no light shed, and the lightbulbs here flickered and only gave off a soft, yellow light.

Huffing, I quickened my pace, where my other two friends, Leon and Zura were following me. Each step felt more scary as the concrete grew more cracked and chipped, and holes in the floor grew bigger and bigger.

Oh, did I mention? Those two see what I see too.

Hate to be salty right now, but… fuck this school. No running in the hallways, they said. Finally sick of the long walkway that only seemed to stretch further and further, I dashed down. Without teachers here, who cared about the rules? Zura and Leon sprinted down the path, careful of how damaged it was, however.

Finally seeing the gates, I slowed down. When there were gates, there were security guards. Now, I did want to get past those gates as soon as I possibly could, but, you know, detention sucks.

Slowly walking past the guards, I steadied my breath, each slow and cautious exhale shuddered uncontrollably. I didn’t feel free in this school at all. I wiped the sweat off my forehead to show no signs of running. Leon and Zura were right behind me.

Sighing, we were finally out of that place. Could my school be the backrooms? Yes, maybe, probably, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I would only be free for 12 hours.

And then I would be shoved into this worse-than-jail building.

If I could, I would literally do jazz hands right now and sparkle like those anime girls. But no. Only dark shit happens here.

“Okay, we are out of that place. Come on Zura, let’s get to the train, hm?” The only thing I felt was relief, and the stress of the school, and the gratitude within me that I survived yet another day in there.

Hah… what did I do to deserve this?

“Right, bye Zura. Bye sweetie,” Leon annoyingly said, while petting my freaking head.

Don’t get any ideas, he’s like this. I know.

I don’t like him.

Right?

Yeah? No? I don’t know. “Fuck off,” I grumbled under his touch.

“Nope! I’m bored, so you’re joining me on a trip to 711,” he grabbed me by the bag and pulled me away from Zura, where I waved bye to her, reluctantly.

I had time to spare, so why not? Nothing better to do, so I might as well kill some time while I’m at it.

Damn him and his smile. He looked so free, it felt good seeing him like this. I wish I could feel the same. And before I knew it, we were here. I was still grimacing, while he was grinning like the idiot he was. Heh, maybe I did kind of like him? “Okay, what are we getting? I wanna go.” I muttered. “Wait, wait. Don’t go, don’t leave me alone,” he was still holding onto my bag, so I didn’t have much of a choice. I sighed, entering the small shop and grabbed a pack of biscuits and paid for them. The cashier was smiling, not as much as Leon, but still, quite a bit.

I guess both of them had carefree brains.

I tiredly handed the cash to the cashier and left the place, while Leon was managing his instant ramen in the shop. Typical of him. He was never good in the kitchen.

Sighing, I went back in and hastily poured in the hot water and ramen and let it cook, in which he greedily gulped down the noodles when I announced that they were ready. He was acting like it was the last and best thing he would ever eat. Come on, they were just noodles!

“I could make them for you next time, seeing how much you struggled,” I snickered.

“Nah, I want noodles, not a wife,” He smirked.

I fake-gagged. Absolutely not, this son-of-a-bitch was going to be the death of me.

Slurping the last of his noodles down, I waved goodbye to him too and left for home.

But I didn’t feel safe at all. I ran back into the shop to find Leon, and thank fuck was he still there. We were neighbours too, did I mention? No? Okay. Yeah, I found that out when we went to the same stop home.

“Never mind. I’m staying with you.” I quickly stated.

He broke into a large grin and took me with him towards the train.

As we were walking, I felt something watching us.

“Hey,” I whispered, “Do you feel like we are being watched?”

“Yeah? Kinda?” He shrugged.

Yeah. I finally realised what was watching us, which made me shriek in terror. A couple of rats, watching us, staring at our every move. I jumped into Leon’s arms as he tried to soothe me. I honestly didn’t care how we looked, I hated rats, so much, and they were staring at me. It was horrific having your very own fear stare right at you, while you were all vulnerable.

“You see those fucking damned rats, right? I’m not hallucinating am I, damn it! I hate those pesky pests.” I cried into his arms.

“Yeah, I see them. Want me to kick them?” He offered.

“No, no. You will have rat germs on you.” I couldn’t tell if I was joking about that or not.

He chuckled, while guiding me towards the station, and holding me in a way where I couldn’t see anything but the ceiling and his face.

He was incredibly stupid and mischievous, but also incredibly sweet and caring when he needed to be. Like now. I guess maybe… that’s why I admire him so much?

The rats kept looking at us, gazes fixated, nothing could stop them from looking. I didn’t see the rats, but I could feel their piercing stares and I hated it so much. Silently whimpering, I moved towards the station with him leading the way, and I simply followed until the feeling of the hard glares softened and faded into nothing. Relief washed over me like a tsunami as I was finally out. I was done with that. Chuckling happily at myself for not throwing up, I quickly scrambled out of Leon’s arms.

You know when I said that I didn’t care about what people thought? Never mind. We definitely looked like a couple and I was a little worried about what people would think.

Giggling nervously, I just pointed at the station, pretending like whatever just happened didn’t happen.

He was stuck in a daze, so I snapped my fingers in front of him.

“Hey! Wake up!” I spoke a little louder.

He snapped back to reality and nodded, dragging me into the station with him.

I thought I was safe… but why were those rats looking at us? And were their eyes… red?

Shuddering, I tried to erase that from my mind. But I was:

1: In a fucking train that looked like the one in my nightmare

2: Traumatised from whatever the fuck I witnessed

How was this school legal?

Little did I know, this was just the first part of this school’s insanity.

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noelleai · 2 years

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No one really noticed when the first snowflakes began to fall, not until it was too late and everyone had already been out for hours. They were just little things at that point; small flakes of white floating down from above like they didn't care much where they landed or what happened next. But as time went on those tiny bits grew bigger and heavier with each passing moment - soon enough there wasn't even any trace left behind by them after they'd passed through. And then came another flurry, and yet again before long the world around them became blanketed in thick layers upon layer of fluffy whiteness; everything turned into an icy wonderland that could only belong in a Christmas movie. The air felt so cold as they walked outside that they couldn't feel their own breath anymore, their teeth chattering loudly against each other every few seconds.

But despite how chilly it got, there weren't many people who complained about the weather this day. It was almost as if everyone knew that today was special somehow, some sort of holiday perhaps? After all it did seem to be a bit warmer than usual; maybe it was because everyone was bundled up in winter clothes while walking around town. There was no way to tell for sure though, but one thing was certain: everyone was having fun!

The streets were packed full with excited people rushing from place to place to do whatever it was that brought them joy. They were laughing and talking about random things to one another as they made their way from shop-to-shop to buy gifts for friends and family members; others were singing Christmas carols or just chatting away with anyone nearby. Some had even started snowball fights or making snowmen out back somewhere - and everywhere you looked, there seemed to be decorations and lights hanging from buildings and trees alike - and even on top of cars and trucks parked along the road. Noelle and Susie's feet felt like ice blocks by the time they finally reached the mall where they planned to meet Kris. But once inside the building itself, the warmth of the air felt so much better against the coldness of the outside world - not to mention the fact that there was so many people around too. The two of them smiled at each other happily, happy to be together again after such a long day apart. { TYPE: Short-form story * M2 }

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1d1195 · 13 days

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omg i had a phase where the ONLY show i would watch was gilmore girls. that was fun it has a special place in my heart

LMFOAOAOSKS SAM HAHAHAHA you’re so right tho neither of them felt like good fits for her. my mom was just telling me today how every time she sees him online she thinks his smile looks so forced😭😭

OH AND DING 3 ???:?:???? I WAS SHDBSJSNNSDJD 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 THE WHOLE TIME I KID YOU NOT. HES SOOOOOO UGHHH. THE WAY HE NEEDED TO KNOW ??? AND WHEN HE GOT SO ANGRY HE WANTED TO GO STRAIGHT TO THE GYM ???? AND JUST THE WAY THEYRE SOOOO INTO EACH OTHER IM OBSESSED (when he asked to kiss her cheek i think i passed away🪦)

im really happy to hear the vacation went well !! i think you deserve a good relaxing something every now and then. treat yourself to a spa weekend or a massage soon girl (or whatever you consider relaxing cause i’ve actually never tried either of those lmfao)💖

i’ve actually been up to a lot recently! or more than usual lol. it’s pretty dull in my life buttttt i have two childhood best friends who each have a wedding coming up soon. one of which i know for sure will be in may and the other isn’t decided yet but it’ll be soon as well bc it’ll be a lowkey thing. it’s crazy for me to think that we’re at the age where we can start getting married n stuff😭 ive known these girls my whole life its just insane

todays my birthday !! (it’s 2am rn tho so i won’t process that fact until i wake up) i’m not going to do much, maybe go to target and get some skincare bc i went to see a dermatologist yesterday lol who’s the person who said they lived in the uk and wished they had a target?? i saw a tiktok video of a group of australians going to target for the first time and it was SOOO FUNNY😭😭 target is the best i could seriously spend hours there

wishing you alllll the best✨✨✨✨

~🎶

I watch it every fall/winter 😭 I just finished my rewatch actually 🤣

I’ve never been to the spa or had a massage. I do really want a massage but I’m poor and can’t justify the cost. Honestly I enjoy lounging on the couch hahahaha

That’s so nice you get to see some old friends! That’s so lovely! I have been trying to be better about seeing my old friends (and doing terrible at it). My middle school bff has a 1.5 year old kid. That shit is wild. But it’s always like no time has passed when I see them! Hope you have fun spending time with them! What do you have planned?

I’m so weddinged-out. I’ve always been a funeral girl (my family is generally older so 🤷🏻‍♀️) I hadn’t been to a wedding until I was 17 and then the next one when I was 22. Now I’ve been to 6 weddings in two years. I’m tapped out physically, emotionally, and mostly financially. I think there will be at least 2 more in the next two years too 🙃 Also I’ve been to about…idk 6000 baby showers. I cannot afford to have friends 🤣

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎉 💕🥳 I hope you had the most amazing day you deserve it all and more!!! 💕

My 🛼-anon is our friend from England who hasn’t been to target! I’m glad you feel the same way about target. I grew up without a target nearby so I’m not sure if I’m just romanticizing how lovely it is 🤣

Hope you have a fabulous birthday week can’t wait to hear about your skincare routine and all the fun things you do with your friends!!!

Xoxo

P.s. I’m glad you liked Ding 💕I love a “who did this to you” kinda vibe 😉

#🎶#ding

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k3t4m1n3k1tty · 16 days

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I had the craziest dream last night. It started with me walking around town then getting a call from my ex-boss, "Hey Kat. How are you doing?" He said, I responded with "Oh, I'm good. What's going on?"

He proceeded to explain to me he had an employee who claimed to be my cousin or something and that I was missing/couldn't get ahold of me, my ex-boss gave him my contact info then proceeded to call me to see if it was true. I asked what did the guy look like, what was his name, etc.. after some talking, the conclusion was I literally don't know this dude and my number was given to some random employee who convinced my ex-boss to give him my contact info. After some time, I started to receive texts from this random number.. then he started to stalk me. He would be hidden in plain sight, stealing things and rearranging small items in my room, following me everywhere I go, just straight up stalking me and teasing me that he knows my every step. One day I was out with friends, my bag fell on the floor of my friends car, as I was picking my stuff up I noticed there was some sort of tracking device in the pile. My other friend grabbed it and threw it out the window, we both looked at each other in a panic. We pulled over to the nearest police station in a weird attempt to report the stalking/tracking device, nothing was done. I decided to walk in the park/woods behind the police station so I could cool off from that incident, as I was walking I saw him. He was tall, lean build, tan skin and was actually pretty cute? But at the time I was scared, I started to run away and back towards my friends car, he gave chase, he didn't catch me but I jumped into the car attempting to explain what happened. After that, a couple days passed and I'm in my old childhood home (I lived there again by myself as an adult? Also was not the same location it should've been in.) with some friends, a few of them left to go get food, so it was me and another person. As we're talking, there's a knock on the door, I answer. Standing there was a guy with a face mask that looked like this:

He was wearing a police bomber jacket and a baseball cap that read "NKPD" (Newark Police Department)

He said he was there to follow up on the stalking report I made a few days prior, at that moment it clicked, this is not an actual police officer/investigator. Not only from the outfit but also not in the same district/town. I called him out immediately, he stuttered and turned away, attempting to leave. For some reason I chased after him, tackling him and dragging him back into my house. I asked my friend to grab me rope and some zip ties, I tied him up to prevent him from escaping. My friend left to go get help I think? I have no idea why she left, but it was just me and my stalker. I dragged him to a bedroom, placing him on the bed, I took off the mask thing and it was, in fact, my stalker. For some reason in my dream I knew him? I was wracking my brain on *why* I know him. He told me we grew up together and he always had a thing for me, when he found out I was an ex-employee at his current place of employment, he had to get ahold of me. Now this is where the story gets NSFW:

After some more talking, things got sexual. I didn't untie him, but his hands were bound together and so were his ankles. (This part was consensual) I slid his pants and boxers down a bit, exposing his rock hard cock, I got on top and rode him reverse cowgirl style??? It was fucking crazy that I was having sex with the same man who stalked me for months. He managed to free his hands and place them on my hips, after some time we finished. He put his mask back on (some strands of hair was sticking out) and broke his zip-tie bound ankles, he overpowered me. Using the rope that was once on him, he tied my arms behind my back. From then on out we just fucked for what felt like hours. In the end, we were both sweaty and panting. I told him "You know what... this was fun. I want you to do it all over again", he let out a chuckle and said "Sure. We can do it again" (In reference to being stalked/hunted for sport)

That was the most crazy dream I ever had? Wet dream maybe? I don't know man but I felt some THINGS when I woke up this morning

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