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u asked for more details 👀🫶 lmaoo dksjsksbsi im so embarrassed!! anyways- STOP THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY UM UMM
so my friend from school invited me to her house for drinks & monopoly. im competitive, i needed to win- but we got so deep into our convos & kept forgetting whos turn it was so we gave up on the game. by this time im already feeling it hard, a handful of shots & only hot cheetos in my system 😭 ikik js im vegetarian & they only had pepperoni pizza-
at the start it was 5 of us, my school friend (G), her husband, her bsf (P) & another school friend + mee
her husband left for his night shift. the other school friend left home early. G + P were crossfaded cus they were smokin too. theres a balcony so while they smoke out there, i join them so i wont be alone inside. its winter for us, it got cold, i cuddled P on the bench & then kind of blacked out?? next thing i remember is seeing G showing us her boobs😭 & then we took turns showing them off & i was like jaja this is funnyy but i have to pee ,,going back inside i biffed it, falling on my face & P comes to help me but before i stand up, shes pouring more shots in my mouth. i black out again. next thing i remember is falling on my ass against the sink counter in the bathroom. the lights are off, i look up and see P & we were doing a fewwww thingss wink wink -black out again. next memory is being in the guest room, all 3 of us making out & i vividly remember being like yo is ur husband & ur bf gonna be okayy with thiiss..
& they both were like its ok cmon. & before i blacked out again, i remember thinking to myself jeje been horny for days cus of all those fanfics, i js knoooww simon would be impressed by how wet i am rn -FLEOWJWB 😭😭 i hate my brain. its ruined.
pls my hearts racing thinking back to it. It was my first time meeting P, what a goofy first impression. oh hey we have the same friend! lets jiggy in her guest bedroom!😟
G also said at one point she left cus her hubby got home & came back to P & I passed out. I woke up in the middle of the night & processed wtv memories i had, whispering to myself, “simon would be a lip biter” & THEN WHEN I WOKE UP I SAW I HAD BRUISES ON MY LIPS & P SAID SHES NO LIP BITTER BUT SUMN POSSESSED HER TO ??? also bruises on my knees & arm from when i kept tripping :)
that was saturday. on monday, G & i talked abt it in person 🧍♂️ she said she was curious which is why she engaged. she says she remembers it all, i wish i did. she still hasnt told her husband tho. oop- uh yuh but we’re all chill jeje. we all feel neutral about it. it was fun, i was mostly touch starved, P is open to wtv & G was curious 🤷♂️ wouldnt seek that out again w them but it was fun & what happened happened yk
bro. BRO.
I had to sit with this for a few days before I could answer. This is an adventure and a half. getting drunk (and high???) and thinking "simon would be a lip biter" while making out with someone?
anon you're a real one.
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Greg Sanders x Reader!
A/N: Hi everyone! Have you ever noticed that there are not enough Greg Sanders fanfiction in the world? I have looked for some for a while, but nothing. Now, stop complaining and let's have fun togheter, this is my first Greg Sanders x Reader! I hope you will like it! Besos!
Couple: Greg Sanders/Female!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: //
Summary: this is the first time Greg tries to find love with an app. Who knows whohe is gonna meet with a cyber matching?
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Las Vegas, October 5th 2015
The last month was rough for him. Many things had changed forever. Nick had resigned from the team, Sarah decided to take a break after a big promotion in order to restore her relationship with Grissom, Catherine is back to her position as the leader of the night shift.
Russell is moving on with his life and Finn is gone. Forever. No matter how much his tried to save her life or they prayed for her, she is gone.
Greg is not confortable with big changes. For the first time in forever he is feeling like he is flooting. Dr Robbins said that is normal, in a moment like this one, in which he has escaped the death again, to feel this way.
«Maybe you need a fresh new start.»
Everyone is starting something, whatever. Nick is a boss now, Sarah is happy with her ex husband and former director of the lab. Even Hodges is living the moment, with a new girlfriend.
«He met her on a website», Henry said to Greg during a coffee break.
He laughted, then he used this information against Hodges.
«It isnt a website... I am not dating a russian wife!»
Greg smirked, «No more girls interested in your Visa after the italian one?»
«Shut the fuck up, Sanders. Nowdays is normal using dating app. You should try and stop wasting my time!»
****
He didnt download Tinder only because Hodges suggested it.
Of course.
He decided to try the app only to dimostrate that is a poor life choice.
But the amounth of time he have spent in looking at girls profiles is already too much to look credible. Furthermore, Lindsay have noticed him swapping girls away and she giggled amused. «You should try to go on a date. Dont tell my mom, but I met a guy once, on Tinder. He was really awsome, but he was a tourist. An advice, always take a loool if she is a resident!»
And he followed her suggestion, making the opposite. Just to have some fun.
There are many people who only are in Vegas for having fun and even if was cool, meeting girls who only want a one night stand, after three or four date started to make him feel bored.
He always talk a little about is job, fake interesting in the girl’s plan for her vacation and everything ending in the morning.
So he decided to try something else.
A serious date, for once.
***
He is exploring your profile since the moment you two matched. He is fascinating by your (y/e/c) eyes in the profile picture. You look smart but gentle at the same time. No mention to the fact that even if you are linving in Vegas, you are from (you hometown/nation) and you are a PhD candidate in Archaelogy.
You dont look like the other girls he met in the last period. You are a student, a really good one. You have a picture in front of Columbia University, which you attended for your MSc and graduated.
So you are not only smart, but really intelligent.
You have those beautiful (y/h/c) hair and a gentle smile.
So he picks all his courage and writes you a simple ‘hi’.
You dont answer immediatly, even if you have read the message. So Greg closes the app with disappointed. Well. It’s proved. You cant find love in one of this app.
He decides that is far better to start with the awfull pile of documents on the desk, before is too late. Or to early, depends by the point of view.
***
He had finished with paperwork around 7 am and so he decided to go home.
In the moment he enters the living room, he feels so lonely. It’s happening quite often in the last period. He kicks his shoes away and sits on the sofa, taking a deep breath. With his eyes close, he starts to thing about the last serious date and its look like a century ago.
And it was a complete failure.
Everytime he fell for a girl is always the same old story. Firstly, amazing. Then a mess because of his job.
But he doesn't have to change is life only because he feels the emptiness of his house. He has worked so much to achieve this results and now...
Now? What he has? A good position in an horrible schedule shift. An amazing group of team mates - unfortunately Hodges is still working in the materials lab, but who cares- but no social life. No family. He is 40 now and he was looking for a 25 years girl.
So silly.
So stupid.
But what's is even silliest? Losing himself in those throughs instead of sleep. He has his shift starting at 11 pm, but he has the laudary to do. And he need to clean the apartment. Is full of dust.
****
After seven hours sleeping, he feels himself far more positive. It's around 2 pm when he wakes up and start with the laudary. He gets a look on the phone and answer to Morgan under a pic on facebook, than he notices that he has a new notification on Tinder.
He is so surprise when he realises that is you.
-who wrote 'hi' at 4.30 in the morning?-
He blushes a little, thinking about it. It was really early and he hasnt realised it.
-someone who is working at night...?-
The answer is not the best. But you are smart and you bring a good observation.
-like a hooker?-
He laught a little, rising his elbow.
-sorta. But not so well paid.-
Making fun of the hookers is not a good way to start a conversation, but someway, it works. You two share some messages and then you give your phone number to him.
You are free tomorrow for lunch, even if is unusual meeting someone with the sun in the sky, in Vegas.
And he is totaly down.
***
Is strange for you to go on a date with someone you don't know. But it is even strangest go for a lunch date. It's look so formal to you, but the guy in the profile pic looks potentially awsome. You have read from his description that he works for the Clark Country Police Department and this is a hot detail: you have a thing for cops.
You dressed nicely for the lunch inside The Venice's restaurant. Classy choice by the way. But not elegant because is 12 am. You also decide to go easy on your make up, because after this date you have to help in teaching a bacherlo class and you are hoping that you won't have enough time to change, after the meal.
So here we go.
In front of the restaurant.
You look around and see a figure a couple of meters away from you. He is pretty tall and with dark blonde hair. He is also well dressed, better then you, but not formal.
Your glazes meet in the middle of the atrium and you both smile embarrassed. He is the first one to move some steps near to you.
《Hi. You are (y/n)?》
《Yes. And you must be Greg.》
You shake his hand and then catch his invitation to enter in the restaurant first. The waiter reserved you a nice place on the balcony. The cannel is fake, not even similar to the Italian one, but is romantic.
One score for Greg.
《What would you like to eat?》, he asked so politely that you can't help yourself, but smile back.
《I thing I'll go with a sandwich for lunch》
《Nice choice, I am down. Wine?》
《Sorry, but I have a class in the afternoon...》
This time he is smiling. 《Then water for two.》
He is so kind. He decides to drink water because you can't drink wine. This is another score.
After you two have made your orders, it's time for questions.
《Do you usually meet people this way?》, je asks, nicely. Even if there is no accusation in the tune of his voice, you blush a little.
《It's not the first time, but I am still a skeptical, by the way.》
《Why?》
《Because I've met only morons on Tinder. 》 You try your best smile. 《Hope you are not one of them.》
《I share this hope with you》, he jokes. 《I am looking for your verdict at the end of the meal, so.》
You both laught. Is a nice company and the tension is going away.
《So you are a cop?》
《Not exactly. I work for the crime like as a crime scene investigator.》
You looked impressed. 《Sounds amazing but hard at the same time. I am asking to my self you an awsome guy like you is still single.... is for your job?》
This time is Greg the one who blushes. 《Yes is really... It takes most of my time. Someday all of my time.》
《I can relate》, you say. 《I am not cool as you are, I don't save people for live, neither I am good in puzzle but... I work on field so I spend several weeks abroad. Sometimes even a month or two and when I come back...》
《...You have the feeling that everyone is carries on with his life but you are static》 he ends your statement. 《Yes, you can relate, totaly.》
You two share a smile and then he starts to ask you some questiom about your job, your position at the UNLV and stuffs.
In the end, after a sweet fight, he insists to pay the meal, but you put on the table the tips.
《It was really nice 》, you say and he agrees. 《We should do that again. What's your spare night?》
《Monday》 he aswers, immediately 《If my boss wont tell me otherwise.》
《If you are agree, you can see eachother again on Monday, so.》
《It will be amazing.》
Another smile and a little silence. You have no idea of what to do now. Is too soon for a kiss, but an hand shake would be awful. So you decide to come closer to him and kiss his cheek. Is so cute the way he blushes again. Greg is near now and you can feel his breath on your lips. For him, is not too soon. He gently puts a hands on you hip and drag you into a soft kiss.
The best way to end a good date.
****
《So how is she?》
After two weeks dating, Greg decides to tell the guys about you.
Terrible idea.
《She is so nice!》 He starts excited, while Catherine is laught, shaking is head and look at David Philips in the classical 'told ya' way. 《She is beautiful and gentle. She is also tremendously determinate. More than anything, she is so intelligent and her smell is amazing.》
《She can cook?》, Super Dave asks, joking.
《Everything you can say, she can do it. Is incredible. She speaks like five languages and is so sexy in bed.》
《This information is not necessary 》 is Catherine's comment.
But Dave wants to prove a point now. 《....She speaks five languages in bed or it was not correlated?》
《Guys, we are on a crime scene.》
The two boys share a small smile and wait for Russell to be far enough. So Dave asks one last question. 《Are you only fancy her... or maybe you are already in love?》
Greg thinks about it for a couple of second. 《I am already fucked.》
Dave laughs, 《of couse you are.》
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Ok, so it all started with those 3 kids that were best friends, one was mark, the second was William, and third was Damian.
Damien had an older sister called Celine which later in life Mark and her fall in love and after they got married they went to live in the house Mark grew up in. After years together she and Mark fall out of love and she and William ran away together.
After that mark lost contact with anyone outside the house and was alone, and in so much pain he even tries to kill himself but than we discover that the house is enchanted? Magical? Terrifyingly horrid? Whatever u wanna call it basically you cant die there no matter what (at least, you cant die if u were stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, or shot)
The thing is, you cant die, but you stay in your broken body, meaning: if i got stabbed in the heart, i will not be able to die, but still feel like my heart was stabbed every minute of every day afterwards.
Either way, after mark discovers this, and after a lot of manipulation from the house (yes the house can speak) he morphes a plan to get a revenge on Celine and William.
He decided to throw a party in his name, and invite old friends such as Damien (whos at this point the mayor) William, and abe, a Detective Mark seeked out for several non important jobs such as checking the background of his staff, and you (yes, you are canon in the markiplier lore, for the sake of the story i will use Y/N to refer to the you character).
In said party, he plans to wait until everyone gets super drunk, than walk away alone with William to 'saddle the past' and by that play a game of Russian rullet that after it they will never speak of what happened with Celine again. Drunk William will than get convinced and shoot Mark, which than he will possess Damien's body (because he was convinced Damien had betrayed him, too) and frame William for murder and so ruin his and Celine's lives.
But the plan didn't necessarily.. work well You see, for the plan to work Mark had assumed 2 things to happen: 1. That William will confess to killing him and 2. That Celine wont show up.
Up until the moment Celine showed up, the plan could've worked even if William womt confess because abe (the detective) was suspecting him as his main suspect and was already pretty suspicious but the moment Celine was in the picture, everything changed.
Celine, after being away from the house, and learning a bit of the dark arts and magic knew immediately within getting to the house that something was definitely up, especially now that Mark's body was now missing.
She calls everyone to sit around a table and listen to her, she explains that theres something incredibly off with the house, and that its full of dark magic, and to understand whats going on she'll have to do a ritual, and after a bit of bickering Y/N is chosen to help with it because she knows Y/N the least so she wont feel remorse if something goes wrong and Y/N dies
We go up to the 2nd floor, and after she performs the ritual in a dark room Y/N starts having visions of all we saw up until this moment but- a bit different.
And at the end of it Y/N sees this farmer character ee never saw before so obviously it snaps Y/N out and they draw it to show Celine which gets irritated because "that doesnt mean anything" which after showing the drawing to the staff we discover there was a whole different person in the house all along (the farmer) so Y/N, the detective and the shef go to question him while the butler and William stay in their rooms and Damien and Celine try to re create the ritual again.
After that they talk to the farmer for a bit which we discover the stuff about the house and he explains the magic doesnt work on him because he hasnt been in the house for 15 years, and that the house is bad a such and such either way shit goes down and suddenly were running at the hosue to stop it
We go all the way to the ritual room to find Celine clearly possessed and so the farmer kills her to save us and the ppl in the house (we also discover later that Damien also did die in that room) and everyone leave the house in panic, but, well, Y/N
Y/N enters this dissociative/ different dimension state where they go through time and space and find this room in the mansion that wasnt there before that was abes room, which shows that William was his prime suspect, which wasnt good because William just found that room as well is is fucking PISSED
He pulls out his gun and walks all around the hosue looking for abe and keeps mumbling "he took them.. from me!" Eventually they find each other on the balcony and they both gold their guns at each other and they talk and abe accuses him of killing mark and running away with Celine and he shoots him and when Y/N reaches for him to stops he shoots them too and they fall off the balcony
You following so far?
BESTIE HUH
Ik the markiplier lore very well but you can continue
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angsty supercat prompt with a happy ending. cat comes back from diving and is hurt when she finds out maggie and lena know her identity but kara still hasnt told cat...
It feels strange beingback in National City after being gone for so long. Nothing has changed, butCat doesn’t feel quite the same amount of comfort in the skyline. It’s the sameas she remembers, yet every time she looks she expects it to be different. She’schanged and grown, and it seems wrong that the city hasn’t changed with her.
Cat feels almost as ifthe city has let her move on, let her distance herself. As if it no longerclaims her as one of its own. Maybe she shouldn’t have returned, should havecontinued to explore the world, but she’d always intended to come back. This isher home, the place she’d built her success, and leaving it had always beentemporary. Anything else had been unthinkable.
As she settles back intoold haunts and routines, Cat wonders if maybe it isn’t the city that’s theproblem, but the people.
Oh, some of them arejust the same as she remembers. The board is still self-serving, upset oncemore at her presence and ability to derail their schemes. Her employees areeither familiar faces or familiar types. There are no real differences to befound there, even if there are different people filling the roles now.
But others have changedjust as much as she had. Carter has grown into a confident young man, and she’shappy to once again be in the same city to see how he’s changed. Their visitsand trips over the time she’s been gone have been wonderful, but she’d missedhim fiercely while they were apart. She hadn’t wanted to drag him away from hisschool and the city he knew best just because she’d gotten stir crazy. Itwouldn’t have been fair to him.
She barely recognizes Kara when they meet in the CatCo bullpen.She’s confident, self-assured, secure in who she is in a way Cat had alwayshoped she would become. She’s finally realized her strength as Kara Danvers andnot just as Supergirl. And as much as Cat wishes she’d been there to see thetransformation, there’s something to be said for seeing the contrast.
Supergirl is even more the darling of the city than she’d beenwhen Cat left, saving the day with an ease that makes her early mistakes seemas if they must have been made by someone else. Now she moves with the carelessgrace of a trained fighter and superb tactician, always in the right place atthe right time. She’s better than her cousin has ever dreamed of being, and Catwishes they were still close enough that she could tell Kara that.
Which is why it stings when she sees Supergirl and her group of everpresent agents after the latest save, because in that group is the sister (andhonestly how they could have expected her to not put the clues together afterMyriad is beyond Cat) as usual, but also an NCPD detective and of all peopleLena Luthor.
Now, there could be any number of reasons for the detective to bethere, and from the way she and the sister stare at each other Cat doesn’t needa map to find her way to that conclusion. But Lena Luthor?
Sure, Cat doesn’t have anything against the woman on her own;there’s been no sign over the years that she’s anything like the rest of herfamily. And Cat can definitely understand belonging to a family that doesn’tdefine you.
It’s jealousy, Cat finally decides. Because the visible comradery betweenthe four women speaks of long familiarity and the absence of secrets. There’s abond there, one that Cat doesn’t share. One that Cat doesn’t know whether sheever could. But she regrets the fact that she’d never really tried to find it,and in her place had stepped forward two others, whether both as friends or oneas something more.
She is glad to see Kara hovering off the edge of her balcony laterthat evening, once the city is quiet around them. She may not have the hero’scomplete trust, but it’s clear that there’s still something between them. Leftoverloyalty, if nothing else.
“We’ve missed you in National City, Miss Grant,” Kara says, andCat nearly shivers at how confident she sounds like this. Before, theconfidence had always seemed like a mask, just as much as costume as her suit.But now Kara is confident in truth, posture comfortable and relaxed as shewatches Cat with a small smile, waiting for an invitation to land.
“So formal, Supergirl,” Cat teases, waving her down. “I seem torecall you using my name the last time we spoke.”
Kara lands softly next to her, and Cat turns from looking out overthe city to study the hero from up close, without distraction. “I believe youthen tried to get my name out of me,” Kara teases, and Cat feels her stomachdrop, just a little.
“Oh, you know me. I had to at least try before flying off into theunknown.” It’s a deflection, one Cat wouldn’t have dare tried before she’dleft, but hopefully it’s been long enough that Kara no longer knows each of hertells.
“You’ve done great work out there, Cat. Helped a lot of people.” Karasounds genuinely impressed, and Cat takes a moment to preen at the admiration.
It’s not every day a superhero pays you a compliment, after all.
“I suppose you inspired me, Supergirl. Gave me a direction when Ineeded one.” Cat longs to tell Kara that she knows, that this secrecy is ridiculous,but she holds back. She’s never gotten anywhere by pushing before, and thiswould undoubtedly be the same. No, Kara hasn’t trusted her, and Cat is justgoing to learn to live with that.
“I’m glad that direction finally pointed you back here. The cityreally has missed you. I’ve missed you. There are so many times I could haveused your advice.”
“You seemed perfectly happy with your support squad earlier,” Cat can’thelp tossing out, careful to keep any barb from her voice. She may be hurting,still working on that whole acceptance thing, but there’s no reason to take itout on Kara. “You have people who have supported you, you didn’t need me.”
Kara turns to the balcony with a sigh, looking out over the cityas if she’s debating what to say. How much she can share with Cat before theyfind the edge of that trust between them. Which words can be spoken and whichneed left unsaid a little longer.
“It hasn’t been the same,” Kara finally admits in a quiet voice,still looking at the city. “Cat, you always knew exactly what to say, exactlyhow to help me. You weren’t afraid to criticize me when I needed it either. Youpushed me, and because of that I’ve been able to help people in ways I neverthought I could. And the time that you’ve been gone, I’ve missed that. I thinkI did need it, at least a little.”
The raw honesty in Kara’s voice pushes Cat’s hurt away, and justthis once she decides to take a risk. She thinks Kara needs her to, that thehero knows this step between them needs taken, but lacks the courage or abilityto take it herself.
“You’ve done amazing things even with my absence, Kara. You’vegrown into a greater hero than I expected when you first put on that cape.Whether I’d been here or not, this is your story, and you made it your own.” Karadoesn’t flinch as her name drops from Cat’s lips, just looks at her with a wrysmile.
“I never did fool you, did I?” she asks. “You always saw more ofwho I am than anyone else.”
“You called it my superpower,” Cat says as she steps to Kara’sside, taking the same place at Kara’s side she had so long ago. “How could Inot have realized it was you?”
“I’m sorry I kept it from you,” Kara starts to apologize, but Catraises a hand to stop her.
“You had very good reasons. And it was a long time ago. No need todrag the issue up again.” Now that Kara has trusted her, Cat’s earlier hurt is fadingaway. There’s no reason to be jealous any longer, because no matter what elseis going on between any of the women she’d observed, she knows Kara believes inher.
“I still feel like I should make it up to you,” Kara pushes, leaningjust slightly closer as her eyes drop to Cat’s lips before jumping back up toher eyes. “Can I take you to dinner? Being a reporter pays more than being yourassistant did, I can swing a decent restaurant now.”
There’s no confirmation that it’s a date, but Cat can’t stop theflutter in her stomach at the thought of sharing an evening with Kara. It’sanother long buried hope that Cat never expected to see realized. But if shecan learn the truth of Kara’s identity, then maybe anything can happen.
“I’d like that very much.”
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