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[longingquiet]

I can swap this life of shame. Swap it out for a dark gift and a power you can't begin to imagine. You just have to ask me for it. You just have to nod your beautiful head... and say yes.

Interview with the Vampire - Season 1, Episode 1: In Throes of Increasing Wonder

[maesnotes]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝

[seranextdoor]

tw. dark content, brief gory descriptions, smut, size difference.

pairing. mr. crawling x fem! reader. 1k words.

- i wish there was more on blissful love life end route, wish i couldve fuck this cute little shyt until he blabberin' :p i love this gameeeeeee! sorry for suddenly writing about homicipher after months of ghosting u guys.. hehe...

The smell of death lingers in the air ever since you brought along the certain entity to the overworld. It's faint enough to let you know that he was watching.

Not that you mind, he practically latched onto you like a barnacle the first time he met you at that strange hallway. Mr. Crawling, despite the oddities that comes along his unique charms, was a pleasant companion. Maybe it's the fact that you'd noticed the dark figure, slouching at the corner of your room, or the fact that you'd woke up with him next to you, the high-pitched giggling causing you to stir awake at the darkest hour.

You wonder if Mr. Crawling gets bored at times. You can't blame him, the underworld where he is from an endless maze with sharp corners here and there, not to mention the occasional earthquakes that change the layout of the map. Comparing his world to your little apartment was laughable. Maybe that's why you started feeling his cold fingertips running underneath the thin fabric of your clothes. Not that you'd stop him, Not that you want him to anyway. You taught him a few things, mainly how humans express their love. It's nice to have someone dote on you for bringing them a bowl of fresh human flesh.

'It's better to be with Mr. Crawling,' you thought.

Being with a human means it'll increase the chance of you getting caught and you wouldn't be able to go on another killing spree. At least Mr. Crawling accepts you for who you are.

"You... like?" his croaky voice puts your running thoughts to the side as you tilt your head, your eyes looking at him before they avert down to his wandering hand. His fingers are abnormally slender with a grayish tint as he slowly brushed them on your stomach before they went lower and lower until his fingers practically hovered over your lower body. He gives you a look, "need you." he points down at your clothed pussy, your cheeks quickly warms up at his words.

"Can touch?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. His fingers trembled the more he waited for your response like he itched to touch you. "Can." you give him a brief nod as his fingers slowly slipped under your shorts, spreading your folds before he pressed down on your clit causing your breath to hitches. You watched with staggered breathing as his hand moved in a circular motion, rubbing your clit slowly as your sopping hole clenched around nothing. "Good? Enjoyable?" he asked, giggling when you gasped and nodded at his words while he traced your slit, getting your juices all over his nimble digits.

His kisses are sloppy, and the metallic taste of blood from the flesh he consumed for dinner comes in as the aftertaste when you pull back for some air. Mr Crawling quickly chases after your lips, pressing his cracked and cold ones on yours as his tongue shamelessly swirls around yours. With enough juices coating his fingers, he easily slipped it into your entrance as it squelches, his other hand holding your thigh to keep your legs spreading. “Look down,” he pulled his fingers out with a small pop, proudly showing his wet and pruney fingers to you before he slipped them into his mouth. “heh, good. Me happy!” he giggled, moving on top of you as you rested your legs on each side of his body.

“Mr. Crawling...” you whined, watching him with blurry vision as he pulled the black clothing up, just enough for his cock to peek through. It's almost as if the entity wants you to see it, wants you to see how desperate he is. His pre-cum glistens and gather at the tip of his cock, bulging vein runs on the side of his shaft as your eyes shifts to the patch of dark hair on his pelvis. His knees dig into the mattress, his hand aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. “Me... go into you slow.” he gently prods your hole with the tip of his cock, shifting his eyes on your face and down to your pussy as he pushes his thick cock past the ring of muscles.

You wince, the girth of his cock is stretching you to the maximum. "Hurt? Pain? Desire me go out?" he asked, looking down at you before you shook your head at his question, "I'm glad." he smiled at your reaction. Your fingers holding onto his biceps as your nails left crescent marks on his skin. "Pat, pat." he rubs your head, cupping your cheek as his cock throbs inside of you when your velvety walls flutters to adjust to his size. "Pretty." he whispers, leaning down to peck your lips. He lets you roll your hips, slowly fucking yourself into his fat cock while he holds your hip. "Like this? Happy?" he asked, his hips stuttering as he thrust back into you, matching your slow rhythm.

"Like it..." you replied, breathless as he began to pick up his pace. He was consistent, the tip of his cock brushing against the spot that sends you seeing stars on your ceilings with every single thrust, your nails raking down on his back, leaving claw marks which heals up as quickly as it came. The sound of skin slapping reverberates around the walls as Mr. Crawling gasps and pants in your ear each time he desperately slammed his cock into you. His long, black locks falling over your face, tangling with your hair and sticking to your forehead and chest. “Like you... Like this..." he chants, sharp teeth nibbling on your neck and down to your collarbones, leaving a trail of dark bruises in his wake.

“Close... me close,” his thick cock throbs inside of you, rubbing furiously against your walls as he holds your hips. His breath brushing against your lips as he gasped, “Come? Need you come," he begged, slobbery tongue poking out to flicks your swollen lips as he coaxed you into cumming on his cock by sharply rutting his cock inside of you as the lewd squelches from taking his cock deeper and deeper increases.

He pushes his hips into you when you came all over his cock, he quickly pushes his cock as deep as he can before his hot seeds spill into your womb, spilling out of your whole when he pulled out to rest his cock on your pelvis. He's still cumming, spurting the strings of loads on your stomach as you panted, your chest heaving up and down as he lazily kisses your neck and up to your flushed face,

"...Pretty."

[themostlesbianever]

College AU sevika x reader

A/N: HI, this is my first ever fic so please be nice lol. English is not my first language so please keep that in mind while reading.

This fic doesnt have a name yet oops, so please feel free to suggest names.

Please let me know if you like it or not🙏

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After months of impatiently waiting, planning and preparing it was finally that day, move in day. You were feeling both excited and scared at the same time. You have been waiting for so long to go to college and live in the dorms. Really live that college life; sports, clubs, hanging out with friends and of course college parties. Living in the dorms also meant being away from your mother. You love her to death but it's about time for you to ‘get out of the nest’ as they say.

You take in a deep breath before opening the door in front of you. You push the handle down and gently push the door open, revealing a small room. It was a bit smaller than you had expected. On both sides of the room there's a surprisingly high bed pushed up against either side of the wall, a desk and a not very comfortable looking chair at the foot of each bed. Plain white paint covers the walls, you can see a few badly patched holes in them. You take a step into the room and see that there's also a small closet on either side of the room, ‘i hope all my clothes fit’ you think to yourself.

You're snapped out of your own little world when your mom says “it's quite cozy isn't it”, you chuckle at that “you're allowed to call it small y’know” you reply, and step further into the room, allowing her to step in too. She drags the big kart of decorations and stuff you brought from home into the room behind her. “Let's get to decorating then” she says with a big smile on her face.

You had gone on a few shopping sprees together with your mom, she insisted on coming because she had ‘so little time left with you’, acting as if you were dying or something. Of course she has every right to be sad about you leaving, you’re her only child and she loves you to bits. You know she will be okay tho, she has plenty of friends and activities to keep her busy without you around.

You lift one of the boxes out of the kart and place it on the very uncomfortable looking blue mattress, if you can even call it that. Luckily you had done plenty of research and had bought a nice and comfy mattress topper. Your mom had already started unpacking one of the boxes with your clothes in it, and putting them in the closet. 

You open the box that has the word “DECORATIONS” written on it in sloppy, capital letters. You take out a small stack of posters, photos and various other little wall decorations. You had also brought that sticky tack stuff to hang up your posters damage free. You shuffle through the photos and posters before starting.

There were a few photos with your friends from high school, some with your mom, and some of your kitty you had to leave back at home with pain in your heart. You had taken some posters off your wall in your room back home to take to college too. There was one of your all time favorite game, The last of us. There was also a spiderman poster and a billie eilish poster. 

Once you're satisfied with the layout of all the posters and photos you glance over at your mother who had just finished putting away all your clothes in the closet, she also used two of the four drawers that were under your bed. You hop off your bed and thank her for putting it all away.

You continue decorating: putting a small lamp on your desk, hanging some fairy lights on the wall and putting a full body mirror against the small part of your wall you had left over. You're in the process of making your bed, you had put the mattress topper on, a mattress cover and your blanket as well. You’re busying yourself with putting the pillows down neatly when you hear a soft knock on the door, you turn around and are met with a pair of stormy, grey eyes.

In the door frame stands a tall woman, who has to be at least six feet. Half of her brown,  shoulder length hair is tied back into a ponytail. a few strands escaping the grasps of the elastic. She's wearing a big white t-shirt, a pair of beige cargo pants and some simple white sneakers. Her fingers are decorated with chunky, silver rings and around her neck is a silver necklace. She has a septum piercing as well as small studs in her ears. She's also quite muscular, no, very muscular.

“Hi” she speaks softly, her voice low and smooth. “Hi” you return, she looks you up and down, taking you in just as you had done to her not too long ago. “Uh, you must be my roommate” she says, sounding a bit unsure of herself. You walk up to her with your hand out, “yeah i think so, im y/n”. She takes your hand, shaking it carefully. “I’m Sevika”.

Your mom introduces herself too, sticking her hand out and shaking sevikas. Sevika makes her way further into the room, looking around and taking the small space in. She also has a kart of stuff, but there's less boxes in it. She starts unboxing her belongings in silence.

The silence is a bit awkward, you expected her parents to show up or something but she was alone. After a few minutes of silence your mum starts talking, “How old are you sevika?”. Sevika pauses what she’s doing and turns around to face your mother, “I’m nineteen” she answers and leans against her bed with her arms stretched out behind her, hands planted on the edge of the wooden frame. “me too” you say and turn around to face Sevika. 

The three of you chat for a little bit while Sevika finishes decorating. She has put dark green sheets on her bed, you mention how you love that color and she thanks you. She also puts up a few photos with friends from back home you assume. After a little while your mother looks at her watch, “oh i should get going, it was so nice to meet you sevika. I’m sure you and my lovely girl will get along great”. Sevika agrees that you will probably get along well and says goodbye.

You follow your mom out the door and, as slowly as possible, make your way down to the parking lot. Once you reach her car you feel tears begin to prick behind your eyes and you can’t help but let them flow freely. You hug your mother tightly for a few moments before she pulls back and takes your face into her hands, “You’re going to do great baby, I just know it, you're awesome. Now go kick college’s ass and make some great new friends”. 

She smiles at you, but you can see the tears begin to form in her eyes, “I love you” you say with teary eyes. She steps into her car, “I love you too baby” she replies before closing the door and starting the car. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, then drives off.

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let me know what you think of this story, more chapters are in the process of being made

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[paradiseprincesss]

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Sin City | Jackson Rippner

before you ask, YES this is totally based off of passenger princess by nessa barrett. also how do we like the new layout?!

summary — you're jackson's passenger princess.

warnings — smut, p in v, riding, car sex, exhibitionism sort of, public sex but mild, mentions of drugs and alcohol, sex under the influence

word count — 1.3k

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY.

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You let out a blissful sigh as the Vegas wind blew through your hair, the speedometer of Jackson’s convertible reading 157 mph. 

Looking into the backseat, you momentarily space out as you stare at the bags of cold, hard cash and the shotgun resting on his famous leather seats. The feeling of Jackson’s hand on your thigh brought you back into reality, and you look over at him with a loving smile.

You were his favourite fantasy.

“Baby,” he called out to you over the music playing on the stereo, trying to focus on both you and the road simultaneously. “You’re so pretty.” 

You giggled, going in to kiss him on the cheek before sitting comfortably against the passenger seat, throwing your head back as the warm, midnight breeze hit you once more. The blaring music was drowned out as your mind went blurry, the euphoria and adrenaline of tonight consuming you whole.

Just hours prior, Jackson had killed a target successfully, as well as stealing millions of dollars in cash from the now dead man. Of course, you waited patiently outside in his car — his little passenger princess, as he liked to call you. 

Since the job required Jackson to travel to Vegas, he decided he wanted you to come with him so that he could spoil you (he always did). Shopping sprees to powder stashes — sex, money, and drugs — it was only fitting since you were in sin city after all. 

Anything you wanted, you could have.

Designer bags, designer shoes, and designer drugs. The world was his and he chose to share it all with you — his babygirl on board. 

The cocktail of whatever pills were in your system, mixed with the liquor you’d been drinking earlier, and the way your beloved boyfriend was driving his car made you more and more desperate for his touch by the minute. 

Your skin was burning as he was hitting full speed, your mind collectively creating images of all the things you could do in this car together, all alone on the side of the desert interstate…

“Jackson,” you said softly, reaching over to turn down the music, “pull over. I need you, like, right now.” 

He let out a low chuckle before skidding off onto the side of the road, pulling over just like you asked him to. The night sky was dark, stars littering the abyss that stood above you as the warm, summer night enclosed you both within it. 

“Right here? Now?” he chuckled, reaching over to cup your face gently. “Anyone could drive by and see us.” 

The thought of being caught only increased the thrill tenfold, especially since the car was a convertible — there were literally no walls to cover you at all if someone was to drive by or worse, if the police came chasing after you two.

“Right here, right now,” you decided, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

You felt one of his hands reach up behind your head, softly tugging on your hair as the other one reached down, gently squeezing your tits as you moaned into his mouth. The kiss was rough and dirty, there was nothing gentle about the way you two loved each other.

You could feel the arousal pooling in your stomach. Your slightly inebriated state caused you to get irrevocably turned on, getting wetter and wetter as you started to soak through your panties. “Take your dress off, babygirl,” he growled, roughly tugging your hair. He cranked your neck back, giving him access to bite down and mark it.

You did as told, taking your skimpy little dress off — if it was even considered a dress. You tossed the slip (told you it wasn’t really a dress) into the backseat, watching as it landed over the bags of cash. 

He let go of your hair after he decided he’d marked you up enough, and once he was satisfied, he sat back in the driver's seat. His bright blue eyes still shone in the darkness of the night, dialled in on you as he waited for you to come straddle his lap the way you always did when you’d fuck in the car. 

He admired your body and that pretty face of yours for a moment longer before sighing. “You’re fucking perfect, aren’t you? Say you’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours,” you whispered softly, coming to straddle his lap with nothing but black, lace panties on — his favourite. 

You reached down, freeing his cock which was straining against his pants. Pulling it out, you gave him a few strokes before pulling your own panties to the side and lining his fat tip up with your leaking hole. You and Jackson let out filthy moans as you sunk down on him, his cock stretching you open and filling you whole. 

“Fuck,” you whined as you started to bounce up and down effortlessly on his length.

“That’s it,” he praised lowly, “fuckin’ ride me, just like that. Shit, you’re so good at this, honey.”

You moaned in response, continuing to focus on bouncing up and down on his thick cock, feeling your tight, soaking hole get stretched open with every movement you made. Your dripping cunt was soaking him, the sticky liquid running down his cock and down his balls. “You’re fucking soaking me, honey. Jesus,” Jackson purred, hands resting on your waist as he helped you ride him.

“Mmph!” you whined, feeling the coil in your lower stomach tighten by the second. The tip of his cock brushed up against that sweet spot inside of you, causing you to whine out over and over as he sat back and watched you lose yourself. 

 “Are you gonna come?” he cooed softly, running his hands on your waist, then moving down to your hips and your ass. “Yeah, you wanna come?”

“F–uck! Yes, Jackson! I wanna come, let me come—” you wailed out into the night, bouncing up and down on his fat cock, chasing your release as you spasmed around him. Jackson let out a choked groan as he felt your velvety walls tighten around his cock — it was like you were begging to be filled by him.

“Come for me, babygirl. Fuck, i’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy.” 

As stars danced in your vision, you creamed his cock, screaming his name. You felt Jackson shooting his load into your needy cunt, painting your walls white as he whispered your name under his breath. After a few moments of just heavy breathing, you opened your eyes to see his icy ones already staring right at you. Offering him a small smile, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He was at your mercy, even if he rarely said it aloud.

“Gorgeous,” he commented softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he stayed buried in your cum filled cunt. “I love—”

But before Jackson could finish his sentence, sirens sounded off in the distance. He whipped his head around in an instant, seeing those familiar red and blue lights flashing behind him. You hopped off of him in record timing, quickly reaching over to grab your black slip from the backseat, just in your matching panties as of now. 

Jackson wasted no time putting the car into drive, speeding off so fast you swore you’d gotten whiplash again. “Sit pretty for me, honey,” he said with a small smile, looking over at you as he drove at a fatal speed, “I love you.”

The sound of the sirens were getting closer, but you knew they’d never catch you. They never did. 

“I love you too,” you said, still clutching your slip as you stayed topless in the car with your boyfriend who was evading the police once more. One of his many admirable talents you loved.

Topless or not, you knew you’d only ever be this young and this free for so much longer — and you figured you might as well spend it living on the edge with him, running until you couldn’t run anymore. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

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[doodle-pops]

Lords of Gondolin Baking With You For The Holidays

Requests: May I request a baking with the Lords of gondolin for the festive season, sounds both fun and chaotic. Would there be anything to eat other then a mouthful of flour you threw at each other? Probably not. Unless you feel like eating cinnamon goop and crunchy burnt cookies. – anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this request, especially with Christmas approaching and the baking season in the air. Thanks for this request anon. Enjoy!

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Galdor

◇ He’s just too good when it comes to averaging ingredients, though he often got distracted by your playful antics each time you tried to eat the ingredients or break his concentration as he poured the vanilla syrup or honey. “Are you trying to sabotage my cookies?” he’ll whine when you throw flour at him.

◇ Might realise too late that you’re missing one of the ingredients—powdered sugar—and have to make a quick rush to the market. This unfortunately turns into a shopping spree where you two would return with extra ingredients.

◇ You’re the one to start a fight while Galdor is attempting to maintain the peace and his station clean, so your extra flour and eggs don’t end up in his bowl of cake batter. At some point, he got dragged into your ruffian behaviour and ended up covered in flour.

◇ Despite being the one making the cake and cookies, his knack for ‘quality control’ resulted in him tasting the batter/dough too often.

◇ When the first batch did come out of the oven, it was burnt which left you questioning all of Galdor’s ‘phenomenal’ cooking abilities he was renowned for. “I thought you were a great chef?” “I am, but when I have a little mouse in the kitchen, what else to expect?”

◇ Offended. At least there were a few cookies saved from the extra crispiness and the cake was decent to still enjoy your day’s labour.

Ecthelion

◇ He takes baking for the holidays the same as any military operation—detailed with a precise layout, and no straying from the outline. You will be gently scolded each time you attempt to do your own thing. Like measuring without measuring cups and spoon. He doesn’t do the whole ‘pour until your ancestors tell you to stop.’

◇ But Thel being Thel, still couldn’t resist breaking his own rules when the chocolate chip cookie dough was looking delicious and sticking his fingers to scoop a dollop. “Just checking to make sure they’re not poisoned.” As he shoves a spoonful in his mouth.

◇ You somehow managed to end up with too much dough? despite the way he was eating the dough each time you turned your back. He decided that you should share it, leading to an impromptu cookie giveaway.

◇ Spends a good portion of the evening walking through the streets of Gondolin handing cookies on trays to the citizens and his servants. Even Turgon is happy to receive his batch of cookies for the holidays.

◇ When it came to decorating, he took pride in it, the same way he takes pride in his appearance. He is in charge of the designs and hands out a sheet of paper filled with patterns for you to follow. Do not diverge from the original patterns, you’re ruining the aesthetic.

◇ At least in the end, you had the perfect batch of cookies to sit by the fireplace and eat with a nice glass of milk.

Glorfindel

◇ You’re never getting anything done on time, and surely your cake or cookies will be burnt because of his distractions. Which leads to you making a fresh batch and shooing him out the kitchen. He comes right back after sneaking in.

◇ Eats the dough like it’s food and gets all puzzled when you scold him for reducing the volume. “Laurë! We’ll have none by the time you’re finished! And you’ll get sick if you continue to eat the raw dough!”

◇ With a mouth full of dough, he looked hurt that you would deny him the right to taste-test the desserts to ensure the quality was up to his standards. “I just wanted to taste the cookies. Don’t have to be so mean.” Guilt trips you into letting him eat more.

◇ You obviously end up with less dough and Laurë earns himself a tummy ache from how much dough he ate raw. Some dough had less of certain ingredients while others had too much because he pulled you to dance in the middle of measuring, so you forgot and mismanaged.

◇ You end up with cookies that were undercooked, overcooked and er…not cookies? Still, it didn’t bother him because he was willing to enjoy the hard labour of your fantastic baking.

◇ “Baking is an art, and although it may not appear the way we intended, there is merit and beauty in the outcome.” He would cheer as he plopped a cookie into his mouth while you stood there with an exasperated look. Like he was the reason for the cookies being that way.

Egalmoth

◇ He wants to make gingerbread houses, cinnamon rolls, a ton of cookies and cake and roast turkey or chicken all on the same day at the same time. He’s elaborate about the activity if you haven’t caught on.

◇ When it comes to designing, he’s in charge and has everything in order, down to how to position the desserts and food on the table. Perfectionist, often redoing the steps to get them right. “Patience is key, darling,” he reminds you and boops your nose with frosting.

◇ Despite his meticulous nature, he loves a good laugh when things don’t go right. The image in his head wasn’t aligning with the image displayed after piping frosting on the cake to resemble the Christmas tree you drew on the paper.

◇ Mentions something about your artistry skills when it comes to drawing needs to be worked on so he could have a better understanding of what he was working with. That was enough for you to dump flour on his head.

◇ Did not take his clothes and hair becoming a mess because he put a lot of effort into appearing splendid to bake alongside you. So, if he had to look like a mess, so did you. “You look cute with all that flour and eggs—I might bake you instead to eat.”

◇ By the time you two were finished, the way you two were a mess, might as well hop into the oven to bake. More ingredients were wasted than used, and you found yourself eating the remaining frosting and dough off your hand.

Rog

◇ Rog’s all about efficiency, turning your baking session into a well-oiled machine. For him, it feels as though he’s back in the forges, about to craft an art piece with meticulous create and precision.

◇ You ought to expect his knack for improvising, often adding unexpected ingredients into the mix with confidence. “Trust me, mírë. It will taste great.” As he throws in peppermint, nuts and extra vanilla.

◇ Between the two of you, you’re the one who steals dough from the bowl when he isn’t looking or bribes him with kisses to have extra cookies. So easily he falls for your charm because he can never say no with those puppy eyes.

◇ Somewhere in the mix, the oven malfunctioned, which was no strenuous task for Rog to fix. You got to stand by and hand him his tools while watching his muscles flex and look like something to take a bite out of.

◇ With his skills and confidence, you two will end up with a variety of cookies, some traditional, others experimental. “A little bit of everything makes the holidays nice.”

◇ You two made just enough cookies to eat and also share with his fellow Lords and craftsmen he works within the forges. He left the wrapping and little notes for you since he prefers your handwriting suitable for the holidays.

Maeglin

◇ He was surprisingly enthusiastic about baking, eager to try new recipes with you and make new memories. The entire time, he would stand close by as he listened to your instructions and your patient voice as you guided him on how to mix or measure.

◇ Did have a tendency to get lost in the process, forgetting to remember the baking or resting period, so you might get burnt cookies and overrisen bread. Can’t blame him, you’re in the kitchen, an obvious distraction.

◇ He compares his crafting to baking cookies and wonders how could something so simple be difficult as he held up a burnt cookie that didn’t match the snowflake stencil.

◇ Discovered that you should leave the decorating to him when you explained piping the frosting on the cake and icing on the cookies. Even the gingerbread house was a masterpiece after leaving it in his hands. He designed an entire castle.

◇ When you happen to run out of frosting and icing, or the edible beads, he suggests a trip to the pastry shop for more items which results in Maeglin growing excited at the assortment of decorations and requests to buy out the entire shop.

◇ By the end, most of your desserts are more decorations than cake and cookies to eat. The layers you might have to bite through before you taste the pastry is immaculate. At least he had fun participating.

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[liver-f4ilure]

2023 Prague Shootings

(NOTE: I’m working on the Academy Maniacs post I promise!)

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David Kozák was born August 12th 1999 in Hostouň, Czech Republic. Little is known about his early life.

After graduating high school Kozák started studying at the Charles University in Prague, specifically studying the history of Poland. He graduated with a bachelor’s degree and successfully defended his thesis, earning an excellent grade from his professor, František Stellner.

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According to Czech police chief, Martin Vondrášek, Kozák had a gun license and owned 8 firearms at the time of the shooting. In the Czech Republic in order to obtain a gun license one must get a medical examination, amongst other things. Kozák’s friend, only named ‘Alice’, had become concerned with Kozáks mental state in summer of 2022. Due to this, Kozák underwent 4 psychiatric visits. During which he stated his suicidal tendencies before later stating his murderous thoughts aimed towards his parents and unassuming people. By the Psychiatrists advisory, Kozák visited the Psychologist once in December of 2022. In Czech Republic, psychiatrists must forward their reports to the patients general practitioner, if it is known to them, however Kozák did not disclose it, so no report was issued.

With this lack of knowledge, Kozák was able to obtain a gun license with the only rule being that he must wear glasses.

Police stated that Kozák had been planning the shooting for a while. On his search history was research about mass killers, including the ‘Forest Killer’ a spree killer in Prague who killed 3 people. He had also researched the teaching schedules of classes on the fourth floor and downloaded the schools layout and other surrounding buildings. Lastly, he made note about the possible amount of students in each classroom.

Kozák had told multiple friends about his gun purchases, especially Alice whom he told about undergoing shooting practices and his plans to start exercising saying that he’ll need to lift heavy bags in 2-3 months. Kozák also received a gift of CZK 300,000 (13,000 USD) from his grandmother and withdrew CZK 400,000 (17,000 USD) from his savings account. Both of which he used to purchase ammunition and other related equipment.

—

On December 15th 2023, Kozák was believed to have murdered a 32-year-old man and his 2 month old daughter in the Klánovice forest. He was one of many suspects in the case but it has not been confirmed.

On December 21st 2023 Kozák murdered his father, Stanislav Kozák, at their home in Hostouň, accomplishing his ideas of murdering his parents. Kozák then drove to Faculty of Arts, Charles University. He entered the main building and began shooting at students and teachers, he killed 14 people and wounded 22 others. Kozák also fired at police and bystanders from the fourth floors balcony, like he had planned. The attack lasted 20 minutes before Kozák shot and killed himself on the balcony.

His (used) weapons were 9mm semiautomatic pistol (Klánovice forest) .380 ACP Škorpion semi automatic pistol (Hostouň) 9mm Glock 47 semiautomatic pistol, Sig Sauer semi automatic pistol (classrooms) .308 ZEV AR-10 semiautomatic rifle (balcony) and a 12 gauge Francolin Guardian pump action shotgun (suicide/balcony)

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In the aftermath, Kozáks home was searched and there police found a letter confessing to the murders in the forest, as well as improvised explosives. In a post- Mortem examination Kozáks personality was found to be “schizoid with narcissistic and antisocial traits and a very solid IQ”. Police determined the motive was simply that he felt misunderstood and that the attack was revenge to society.

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As of today the shooting has been the deadliest shooting in Czech history.

—

-Vivi

[misshoneyimhome]

250 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

Sparks Fly - “My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea” I William Nylander

Summary; when you first met William Nylander, you had no idea what the universe was trying to tell you - but as you couldn't escape him, nor resist temptation, you ignored all that was supposed to feel right

Tropes & warnings; Strangers to lovers, cheating (kissing), Willy's mischievous smile and charm, romantic relationship, flirting, sexual thoughts, some nsfw descriptions

Other notes; did this turn out the way I expected? Nope - Do I regret it and want to write it all over? Also nope 🙃 please enjoy 🤍

Word count; 4K

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Go right. Turn left. Head down. Wait?

Your gaze keenly tracked the items on the shelves as you searched for the last thing on your shopping list – toothpaste.

Examining the aisle thoroughly, you attempted to locate the small tubes. Just as you finally spotted something that might resemble what you were after, you came to a halt. Scanning the array of products, you aimed to find your preferred brand. But unfortunately, it was nowhere to be seen. And as you continued your search, a large figure unexpectedly collided with you from behind, causing you to drop the items in your other hand.

“Shit,” you exclaimed involuntarily, bending down to retrieve your things and feeling the jolt from the minor accident.

“Sorry about that,” the voice apologised, and the person squatted beside you, attempting to pick up some of your scattered belongings, though you beat them to it.

Looking up at the face of the stranger who had rudely bumped into you, you were greeted by deep blue eyes, a light, almost pale complexion, a crooked smile stretching across pink lips, and a sleeked-back lion's mane of hair. “No worries,” you said softly, flashing a friendly smile even though you felt the fatigue and a hint of annoyance lingering in your mind. At least he had been polite enough to apologise and assist in gathering the items. “I guess I was just lost in thought.”

“Yeah, me too,” the man chuckled lightly as you both gradually stood up. He was dressed in loose trousers and a hoodie, paired with slippers – a rather casual yet suitable look for a late-night shopping spree.

Maybe if you weren't feeling so tired, given the lateness of your impromptu shopping trip, you might have found him rather attractive with his charming smile. However, fatigue had taken its toll, and the idea of engaging in a conversation with a stranger didn't quite appeal to you at the moment.

Yet, the man remained stationary for a moment longer, his captivating eyes almost scrutinising you as you offered a friendly smile.

“So, were you looking for anything specific? You looked a little confused…” he finally broke the silence hanging between you.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled lightly. “I’m just on the hunt for this toothpaste I always use… but I'm clueless about the layout of this place…”

“What’s it called? Maybe I can help,” he politely offered assistance, and you couldn't help but smile as you shared the brand. “Ah, I think it’s this one…” he pointed out, placed on the top shelf, a bit above your line of sight.

“Oh, thanks… sorry, I'm a bit tired,” you apologised with a sigh.

“You're not from around here?”

The handsome stranger flashed you a friendly smile.

“Is it that obvious, huh?” you chuckled with a rhetorical tone.

“Just a little,” the man responded, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. For some unknown reason, his smile was incredibly enchanting, and you had to mentally remind yourself not to get too caught up in the interaction. “Well, is there anything else I can help you with?” he offered, displaying a polite and overly confident expression across his face.

“Well, uhm,” you attempted to speak, breaking the gaze the two of you had been sharing. “No, no thanks… I mean, I better get going - it’s late.”

You heard yourself mumble as you compelled yourself to move away from the appealing stranger, grabbing a random toothpaste and slowly making your way towards the cashier. However, as you walked away, you couldn’t resist glancing back, and, of course, your eyes briefly met his captivating face.

A flutter occurred in your stomach, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. But you had to brush it off. And as you reached the checkout register and exited onto the street, you once again had to pause, looking around to regain your sense of direction.

You might have seemed a bit lost, because once more, a new, familiar voice spoke behind you.

“Lost again?” he chuckled, moving closer to stand beside you in the winter night of the city.

“Uhm, no, just have to find the way to the bus, you know,” you tried to act as casual as possible, facing him again.

“Which way are you going?”

It was odd. You didn’t even question why this stranger was so willing to help you, yet you easily gave him your address and the bus details.

“It’s just up the street,” he pointed out, once again with a broad, friendly smile, his eyes almost sparkling in the reflection of the city lights.

“Thanks… again,” you smiled once more, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you suddenly felt a bit drawn to him, unsure why. Perhaps it was his helpful nature or his handsome face. Or maybe you were just so tired and needed some rest.

“No worries… I’m Will, by the way,” he kindly introduced himself. “And if there’s anything else you need help with in the city, you can just ask me.”

You were taken aback by his sudden casual introduction, your eyes expressing a hint of surprise as he continued to flash his charming smile.

“I, uhm, I’m Y/N… and that’s very nice of you,” you replied nervously, still a bit thrown off by how nonchalant and friendly he was towards you.

“That’s a nice name. Maybe, if you’d like, we can talk more about the city over a cup of coffee someday?”

His invitation was even more surprising, and the way he presented it was so laid-back. You could hardly tell if he was flirting or just being friendly.

Yet, you were intrigued, you had to admit that. But you didn’t want to make any rash decisions. So, you decided to go with what you considered the wisest choice and politely decline his offer.

“Oh, that’s really sweet Will - and though I’d really like to, I should probably tell you I’m already here with someone…” you offered him a comforting expression, a little nervous about how he’d take your rejection.

But there was no need to be worried. Will merely smiled and shrugged.

“Fair enough. Just thought I’d give it try.”

It was the sweetest encounter you’d ever had with a stranger, and you couldn’t help but feel another flutter in your stomach as he continued looking at you.

“Well… but thanks anyway,” you spoke, once again forcing yourself to withdraw from the slightly intimate conversation.

“Anytime.”

And with that, you parted ways, and you slowly began walking to the nearby bus stop.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself. This was so not what you needed right now.

**

As you woke up the next day, you finally felt like you'd regained energy and were ready to face the world again. The long flight had been beyond exhausting, but after finally getting a good night's sleep, you were filled with excitement about exploring Toronto.

Getting ready to take on the day, you hopped in the shower, letting the warm water cascade down your body. Your muscles relaxed under the soothing warmth, and your eyes closed as you gently massaged the shampoo into your hair. However, while rinsing the soap out from your locks, your mind wandered, and a sudden vision of the handsome stranger from yesterday popped up in your head – his content smile and his amazing chuckle.

You swiftly opened your eyes, shaking your head to force him out of your mind, and returned to your routine. And finally dressed and ready to hit the city, you made your way to meet up with Jason after a short train ride.

Walking into a hockey arena wasn't completely out of the ordinary for you, as you'd previously set foot in one, just not in Toronto. And as you walked through the corridors like Jason had told, you managed to get past security with a friendly smile, stating your name and purpose to the kind man.

Down the hallway, you were surrounded by blue and white colours, with motivational words like Pride, Honour, and Courage written on the walls. And finally, you saw him standing there, chatting with his colleagues. You flashed Jason a warm smile as you approached, and he enveloped you in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy that you’re here,” he whispered softly.

“Me too,” you flashed him a gentle smile before he introduced you to his co-workers.

It felt good to be with him again. It had been far too long since you’d been in the same city, but now you were finally back together.

As the evening progressed, Jason showed you around the hockey arena. But it wasn’t until you had the chance to meet some of the players that your heart suddenly stopped.

There he was; the handsome stranger from yesterday. His blonde hair and cheeky smile were unmistakable. 

Then, he slowly walked towards you along with four other lads.

“Hey Jason,” one of them greeted.

“Hey guys,” Jason flashed them a great smile. “Y/n, let me introduce you to the Leafs' finest; Auston Matthews, Morgan Rielly, Mitch Marner, Max Domi, and William Nylander.”

You felt your heartbeat suddenly rising. Your palms became sweaty, and it felt harder to breathe. And you knew you had to avoid his piercing blue eyes in order to remain focused.

“Hi,” you finally managed to speak. However, as you greeted all of the guys, you couldn’t help but gulp when your hand met William’s.

He was still as handsome as yesterday, perhaps even more so in this lighting. His broad smile across his lips was enchanting, and his sweet voice rang like sweet music in your ear.

It almost felt as if there were sparks flying between you, cutting out everyone else as your eyes held onto each other for a little longer than they should.

But then Jason’s voice suddenly interrupted.

“Guys, this is Y/N – my girlfriend,” he introduced, and suddenly you felt William withdrawing completely, as the truth came out: You were already taken, and flirting wouldn’t do him any good.

**

But what William didn’t know was that your relationship with Jason had been hanging on a thin thread for a long time now.

You had been together for five years, committing to a serious relationship when you were just in your early twenties. However, the past two years had been nothing but suffering for both of you.

Frequent fights over every little detail, your mood swings making it unbearable to be around each other for too long, and his constant changes in work, including working overtime, left very little energy to maintain the romance in your relationship. But despite the struggles, as you had been together for so long, essentially growing into adulthood together, you weren't ready to let it go. Instead, you decided to spend some time apart.

So, when Jason got the job in Toronto as an account manager for the MLSE, you chose to stay back home, giving both of you the time needed to figure out the future of your relationship.

It hadn’t been easy. While you enjoyed the freedom of being by yourself, rediscovering who you truly were as an individual, you also longed for the togetherness. You missed having someone to come home to, to share every moment with, the good and the bad. You missed the intimacy, the amazing sex, and the touch of another man, dedicating himself to your pleasure. And Jason missed you just as much, if not more. He practically begged you to join him in Toronto, and eventually, you gave in, deciding to give your relationship another try.

Which initially, it seemed like a great idea.

But then you met William Nylander.

Without even knowing who he was, the Swedish hockey star had completely swept you off your feet. His smile and eyes had created a spark within you, making you question everything once again.

Did you truly miss Jason, or did you just miss the comfort of having someone else?

Jason was a great guy, at least to most people. A good friend, committed family person, and a hard worker for what he loved. He never forgot a birthday, always told you how much he loved you, and even bought flowers once in a while. In many ways, he was the perfect boyfriend.

However, over time, you felt the need for something more. He no longer made you feel those butterflies in your stomach out of excitement. The sex was still good, yet it became familiar and almost routine. When talking about the future, he always spoke of 'you' as a whole. However, for the past year, you couldn’t imagine any of those scenarios with him. Even though you dreamt of the same, he wasn’t the person in your dreams anymore.

Suddenly, you were replacing his face with other men. And now, it was William.

His blonde, sleeked-back hair and his laughter echoing through the halls were slowly taking up space in your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you imagined his face. You could see his pink lips forming a smirk, his eyes glistening as you stood closely, almost close enough to touch each other.

And the more time you spent around the team, the more William occupied your thoughts.

You would see him almost every day for the following weeks after you'd met, especially when they were in Toronto playing home games. Despite having your remote work with you, allowing you to work from home, Jason’s work took up more time. And often, you found yourself at Baking Street or at the Scotiabank Arena with the Maple Leafs.

Every time you passed William in the hallway, you'd flash him a friendly smile, hoping not to give off any wrong signals. And every time he returned your smile. But you just couldn’t get him out of your head, and you knew it wasn’t right.

It felt so wrong that whenever Jason wanted to touch you, kiss you, and make love to you, you envisioned William instead of him. You wished for William’s hands on your skin, his body against your body, and his lips connected with yours. You wished he was the one to pleasure you, to be inside you as you felt the peak of an orgasm. It didn't even have to be romantic; all you wanted was to feel him instead of the man you shared a bed with. 

Though you often shared laughter and smiles with William in the group of players and managers, you were sure he'd forgotten all about you long ago.

Little did you know, ever since your small encounter, William had not been able to get you off his mind either. The way you looked so tired and sweet in the grocery store had made his heart flutter a little, and your soft giggles had resonated as a sweet melody.

But then you turned him down. Which first, he thought was just fine. Although he wasn’t exactly used to being the one to get a ‘no’ from a girl, he figured that’s just how it is when you take chances.

However, what truly shattered William's heart into smaller pieces was when he saw you the following day, with Jason’s arm around you and him introducing you as his girlfriend.

For the first time in his life, he felt fragile. Like you had every bit of control over him, and he could do nothing about it. He was captivated by you, there was no denying it.

And William knew it was wrong to think about you like that, to imagine that you’d break it off with Jason immediately just so he’d have a chance with you. To touch you, let his lips explore yours as he enveloped you and held you close. He wanted to feel your naked chest against his as he explored your body with his hands and tasted your sweet tongue on his. He wanted to make you moan out in pleasure as he let himself sink into your warmth and have you wrapped around him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Yet his mind kept forgetting to remind him that you were a bad idea.

Although he sensed that you weren’t truly happy. That was probably the worst part. If you were truly happy, you'd have said you had a boyfriend from the very beginning, not just 'someone'.

And he could see how you always tried to maintain a façade and a guard when you were around everyone. But you didn’t fool William. He saw right through you.

Your smile was fake, and your voice spoke in a tone that didn’t seem close to real – almost AI-created. The way you stood stiff next to Jason, not even reflecting a tiny amount of love, made William wonder why you’d waste your time with someone like him.

No, William knew these weren’t your true feelings. He’d seen just how gorgeous and wonderful your true smile was. He'd seen it on the very first night you ran into each other and then every time you were around the group of players and their significant others, and Jason wasn’t there because he was still working; that’s when your true colours were showing.

You didn’t love Jason.

**

Every moment around William was killing you. You were drawn to him like a magnet, and all you wanted was to run to him and tell him how you felt.

But you acted casual, almost like friends around each other and everyone else. Yet only a brief touch of your fingertips could make you both feel the sparks between you.

It was a slow form of torture, and for weeks, you walked up and down the corridors, seeing him shirtless after a game, and later having wet thoughts about him in the evening as you pleasured yourself.

But then one night, it became too much. You were watching the match from a few rows behind the players' bench, and your eyes kept following the number 88 on the ice, even when he wasn’t around the puck. You even forgot to cheer when the Leafs managed to score goals, and it wasn’t until the final buzzer sounded that you were snapped out of your trail of thoughts.

In the hallway, you forced yourself to smile and chat with the rest of the team's company. But in the back of your head, all you wanted was to congratulate William on the win. So, the moment you saw him, you couldn’t restrain yourself. It was like your body was running from your mind towards him.

In all of his equipment, William instinctively enveloped you and lifted you into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around him and met in a rushed, eager, and spontaneous brief kiss.

It was wrong, you knew that. Yet it felt so right.

His lips felt so good on yours, and you never wanted to untie from his arms. You wanted to freeze this moment and just enjoy him wrapped around you. And as he slowly put you back down, you let out a soft sigh.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckled a bit nervously, unsure how he felt about the kiss.

But William felt nothing but good. “You don’t have to be sorry, Y/N… you have no idea for how long I’ve wanted that.” His voice came out as a rough whisper, aware that no one around should hear him - in case they’d tell Jason.

Gazing up at him, his face a lot taller due to his skates, you couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Me too…” you softly admitted. But again, you had to force yourself out of the tender moment, and William left to finish up in the locker room. 

Not long after, you were all by yourself in the hallway as the players and their partners had left, and you were waiting for Jason to finish up for the night.

“What are you still doing here?” A voice behind you echoed in your ears, but it wasn’t the voice of your boyfriend. It was William.

Turning around, you faced his smug expression, your eyes again meeting and not able to pull away.

“I was just…” you softly muttered. You couldn’t even speak the words. You didn’t want to mention his name, not even think about him as you stood alone in front of William.

“Waiting for…” he continued your sentence, avoiding the name of the man you belonged to.

“Yes…”

A silent moment settled between you as your eyes remained locked, and William gently nodded.

“I should leave you alone then…”

But he didn’t move. He still stood before you, and you felt your heart beating faster, your pulse increasing.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone,” you whispered softly, yet loud enough for him to hear, a tear almost settling in the corner of your eye as guilt wanted to rush over you. But you ignored it.

“Me neither.”

And as William took slow strolls towards you, your mind raced, and your feet automatically moved in an attempt to meet him halfway. As soon as you came in close proximity, your breaths almost shared, you couldn’t control your own body’s behaviour. Like an instinct, you gently wrapped your hands around William’s neck as his found your waist, pulling each other in for another kiss. However, this time, it was deeper.

You let each other explore one another, your mouths sharing warmth as your tongues intertwined. You let yourself sink into his body, feeling him against you as his hands wandered further down, cupped your cheeks, and effortlessly hoisted you into his grip.

It felt so good. With every taste offered, you wanted more of him, and as he pressed your back against the wall, you felt his chest pressed against yours. You let your fingers run through his hair, all sense of guilt vanishing from your rational mind.

It was just wrong enough to make it feel right.

But you had to pull apart to refill your lungs with air, panting as you held your faces close.

“I’m sorry,” William chuckled lightly under his breath.

“Don’t be.”

The kiss with William had been nothing short of amazing. However, as you heard steps in the hallway, you swiftly disentangled and pulled away. Regret filled your mind, but not about the kiss - about the fact that you couldn’t do more because you had a boyfriend.

So, as soon as you got back to Jason’s apartment, you knew you had to address the subject, no matter if William wanted more or not. You couldn’t carry on in a relationship you weren’t devoted to.

**

The breakup hadn’t been really bad. Jason had almost seen it coming, given your distant behaviour. Though he was sure you’d tried, there was just no way you could save what had been between you, and he had to accept that.

Your only problem next was to find accommodation for the night. Jason had naturally offered you the guest room as the gentleman he was, but you felt more comfortable with checking into a hotel.

And just as you’d tossed yourself onto the queen-size bed, you decided to let William know. Maybe he cared, maybe he didn’t, but just as he’d taken a chance on you, you wanted to take a chance on him as well.

‘It’s over – Jason and I are over.’

A simple text, but the message was clear.

Only a few minutes later, you heard your phone vibrate.

‘Where are you?’

Without hesitation, you texted him the name of your hotel.

‘I’m coming over – is that ok?’

‘Yes, of course.’

It didn’t take long before William let you know he was nearby. And it was as if a spark within you felt like you were in a romantic movie or something, so you jumped out of bed, ran down the four floors, and practically jumped out of the front doors. You didn’t care about it raining; it fitted the idea of a movie scene perfectly, especially when you saw the familiar face of the handsome Swede.

Both walking determinedly towards each other, you almost fell into his arms as he wrapped them around your body, and once again connected you in a deep heartfelt kiss.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how dramatic it all seemed. Pulling apart, you shared a laughter, both completely soaked by the pouring rain.

“Willy,” you spoke softly, with a great smile across your lips. 

“I know, baby,” William chuckled. “Finally.”

[nonsensical-pixels]

yay, another lot finished up for redbud bay! this is the home of the first lesbian couple i had in this 'hood: doctor aoife kramer (named after @oceansmotion) and her wife, schoolteacher ivory moore. they also have an adopted son, harald, who may soon be getting a baby sibling this round!

the original lot was alisomar, 3t2'd by @danies-simsational-blog, but i pretty much completely rebuilt the exterior, changed the layout, and of course redecorated everything. went on a big t$r 'old cc' shopping spree recently too and got a bunch of new furniture to try out 🤞🏽

Exterior

the backyard is the only thing that i mostly left untouched, i just moved a couple of plants around and added a garden for ivory 💚

Interior

doc aoife has her own medical research office i guess, and the couple also has a cat named tabitha. i put up a bunch of little kiddie decorations since ivory wants another baby.

Floorplans

still not sure what i'll do with the upstairs, i'll probably move harald up there when they adopt the new baby

Bonus Pics

have tabitha the cat. best kitty ever 10/10 on the cat scale

[esotheria-sims]

Time to show off those new rooms! First up: the nursery!

Man, all that pink. Right on cue for the Barbie movie premiere. You bet Rosalind was the one who picked the color scheme! 😆

This room was challenging to decorate, but in a fun way. I fell in love with the pink deer rug and built the entire nursery around it, even going as far as recoloring K8′s Mere Folly set to match it. Then I went on a cc-hunting spree for toys and other kid-related knick-knacks because the ‘Child’ section in my game was sorely lacking. Gotta fill all that space somehow! This kid's going to be spoiled rotten.

Bonus floorplan pic. I only now realized that I took it before I did my nursery recolors, but the layout hasn't changed so w/e, it's still accurate.

[yanci-indigo]

Please show a bit of 1922 Dress Incident! *w*

Of course @rudnitskaia, I would love to! Sorry for the late reply, I was a bit busy this week.

Here are some layouts and concepts for a simple comic about a father-daughter bonding ended up in a disaster for a single dress. This little idea I came up with can also show a part of Amber's personality, and also William's presence and responsibility as a father to Amber after her biological parents died and she ended up in na orphanage in Oklahoma.

This scene happened in a mall, idk somewhere at the clothes store lmao, where shopping spree is their therapy (they're rich anyways ahah) (Was it retail therapy? Idk.)

Regency dresses (or 1800s dresses in general) were like rare to find, so I thought it would be best to buy one by tailoring. I mean it's the 1920s, so those rectangle dresses and short hairstyles were recognized as fashion and beauty, with low waist belts, sleeveless ones, and some accessories such as long necklaces, headdress, and even gloves.

The only problem is Amber didn't get the hype, and she prefer the Victorian fashion because it's more feminine. She called those 1920s dresses as "rags". The worst part is she is flat as a board when she wore one when the staff woman assisted her to find a perfect dress. Yes, she has a flat chest, and she took it as an insult haha.

The staff woman just did her job on her first day, and ended up being yelled up by a Karen. I honestly feel bad for her.

The father and daughter went on buying some shoes after that incident. William bought a suit or two, while Amber bought 3 pairs of low heels.

Forgive me for these messy sketches, it was all a silly idea to humiliate Amber for being (too) sensitive. I might release it after college I think. It's too much to process especially in the main plot huhu.

Ok that's all for now!

~ 🧊

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

Absolutely wrecked by this weather (keeps jumping between 90 degrees and pouring) and have nothing to do so might as well write some William headcanons eh? Pulls out massive stack of note papers organized like a psychiatric file (Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness and distress (including disordered eating and attempted suicide), canon-typical violence, and substance abuse)

-William raised the kids alone for a while after Clara passed before later co-parenting with Henry (that’s definitely totally absolutely all that is just two single dudes living in the same house and raising their kids together and sharing a bed) -Henry was behind the idea for the animatronics, but William did most of the business and finance management to get it up and running. He was also in charge of more of the small design components (like springlocks and facial recognition) while Henry did the main bodywork. -The springlock failure happened in front of a crowd 1982 (a few days shy of a year before fnaf 4). The incident was a suicide attempt by William, though he had Henry make sure that was left out of the official report. He doesn’t talk about that time much. -The springlocks actually mostly blinded him- it’s recovered enough he can see blurs and outlines of color but can’t legally drive or anything (he still does, this man will drive drunk and blind and not even notice if he hits someone) He has had the layout of the pizzeria memorized, and he has a pretty good directional sense, so a lot of people don’t even realize it until he has to read something. -He’s actually a really good writer but absolutely refuses to show anyone his work -William’s murder spree and remnant experimentation was spawned from an attempt to bring Evan back to life, but in truth he had no idea what remnant was when he killed Charlie- he did that in a fit of rage and discovered remnant as a result. -He loves cooking, but barely eats enough (he’ll go days without doing so and not even realize until someone points it out) -Drunk driving ass. Was actually closer to being imprisoned for that than being caught for the murders.

[oh-saints]

PLEASEE PLease PLEASE more ruben fics i need more so im just gonna leave a request where — ruben and a shy reader?? like she doesnt really opens up to anyone unless they're close🙏

what the hell, anon??? do we share the same brain bcs i literally just thought of it when my bf was watching harold and kumar (i know, incomprehensive taste) beside me and there's an elevator scene that inspires me to go about my favourite this trope!!!

open

you really shouldn't judge the book by its cover, rúben learnt from her, and should instead try to open the first page. for you never know what the next page might bring.

rúben dias x neighbor!reader

word count: 2.9k

tw: speech impairment

note: hi, i'm back! beside the harold & kumar's elevator scene, this is also mildly inspired by blackpink's hard to love and katy perry's unconditional teheee but this time, i happen to write during work so ofc this is not beta-read.

today had been one hell of a day for rúben dias. nothing worked in his favour; his SUV broke down before he departed for training, resulting him arriving late and therefore scolded by pep. his team lost in the mini match, he had to stay late for the rehab because his physio-in-charge had a stomach bug.

he sighed, and anyone within distance would’ve recognised the heavy weight on the breath he let out.

he just wanted to lay down as soon as possible, to be honest. he didn’t even think of dining anymore, and that was saying something because he was known—and he stood by his principle—for being a straight-A athlete. he lives and breathes football and he intends to stick by his commitment as long as life allows him to.

just before the elevator doors closed, a hand dived in between the doors’ gap. precise movement, as fast as a ninja cut, but halting his final destination, nonetheless. why couldn’t whoever-it-was catch the next train?

but as the door opened once more, a woman walked in, heads down. ah, there she is, rúben only realised the current time had reached 7 p.m. because this particular, intriguing woman would always come up at this hour without a miss. and she’d always have her head down, not glancing anyone else in the elevator, let alone the usual neighbour greetings.

he wasn’t supposed to notice her; she looked like she’d rather blend herself to the wall. but he did. her paleness contrasted the bright modern layout of the posh apartment’s elevator, along with the lives the capsule brought up and down.

the footballer pressed for her floor before she could reach the button, as usual.

she’d look up to him in wonder—with her set of the clearest eyes rúben had ever seen yet he never knew what lied beneath the surface, and only the depths of the mediterranian sea reminded him of it—as he did so, as usual.

“12, right?”

she gave a tight smile that rúben somehow understood as her silent thank you and a nod, before going as far away as sparing the 3-feet distance between them. as usual.

sometimes he wondered why she cut off their interaction as cold as the iceberg ended the lives onboard on titanic. was she nervous? was it that hard for her to answer him? was he that hard to approach?

was she a criminal of some sort that was busy hiding in order for the police to not catch her?

he’d watched in one of those real-life cold-cases documentaries he loves to use as a lullaby that coldness, aloofness, detachment or anything in line could be an indicator. whether they felt guilty after committing their crime, whether they wanted to hide away their worldly sins, whether they’re pure psychotic that they’d do a random killing spree one night for fun.

rúben badly wanted to convince himself that she wasn’t of his last depiction but he remembered what happened to ted bundy’s victim—may they rest in peace. he’d have to search for a good opportunity after calling a private investigator or something.

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another evening, another elevator ride with the same neighbour of his.

another day of him pressing for her floor, another day of her giving him a curt nod before backing herself up against the corner.

it was supposed to be another day for them, and rúben was more than ready to hit the sack. but life truly had its way for a plot twist even a blockbuster movie didn’t see coming.

being a footballer that had to stay alert of possibly everything, rúben opened his eyes as he heard a heavy intake of breath from somewhere on his right. a sound he never heard of, a sound he was most certainly had to have a double take to make sure his hearing wasn’t damaged.

he watched as she opened her mouth for a second before closing them again, certainly wanting to say something. then she took a moment of silent, possibly to rearrange what she was about to say. once she was done—or what he though was done, anyway—her mouth started to form a small O before slamming shut after five seconds. her head was shaking following another cancelled thought, and rúben swore he could practically feel the frustration she was exuding.

it reminded him of his old self, before the whole PR team back in benefica took over the wheel and taught him what and how to say things. so instead of being annoyed at her, rúben gave her space and time until she was ready. thank god he was towering the woman, who wasn’t small in general but still small compared to him, so she couldn’t see his repressed smile because weirdly enough, he found her endearing instead of infuriating like anyone else he was frustrated with.

“c-c-c-can you help me w-w-w-with something?”

the words slurred out of her voice box before her eyes could find the man that was all familiar to her but a stranger altogether. when she realised he’d been staring at her—at her disorganised self, that was pretty obvious—her head snapped back lightly in mild surprise. who wasn’t, when a beautiful man of that calibre had been staring at you?

but it actually wasn’t why rúben couldn’t keep his eyes off her. stunned would also be an understatement to describe what was happening underneath his skin.

yes, he was astounded by the fact that the neighbour that had been spiking his interest was finally talking to him. no more reserved, small smile she used to throw at him every other chance they’d been interacting. and she was finally looking up at him instead of darting her attention elsewhere whenever they shared the small confinement of an elevator.

but he was more surprised at the fact that he recognised she wasn’t simply nervous around him. he’d been around too many people to be able to spot on nerves shooting up one’s legs. what he sensed around her was a completely different, entirely new altogether.

and above all, the question that remained hanging on top of his head was; why now?

why did it take her a long while to finally muster up all the courage to spare him a glance, moreover to strike up a conversation first?

rúben couldn’t help his initial reaction of raising his brows, as if he was sceptical to the reality he was undergoing, instead of replying back. his response was met with her flashing what he recognised as regret before she looked away and shut her mouth again. and he knew he fucked up; she’d thought he was challenging her, speak one more time and you’re dead.

it wasn’t what he intended to come of as. he was simply tired of constantly fighting for his place at training, and the shock in his system hadn’t washed off since she’d dared herself to indulge him in the luxury of a conversation.

“yes, i’d like to help,” rúben spoke up before any misunderstanding took place between them, eyes were still zeroed on the woman. only then he took on her overall appearance, for they’d never been this close, and by god was she beautiful. “what do you need my help for?”

the woman looked up again to him, hopeful this time and no longer distressed, before biting her lips in a little bit of hesitance. not because of nervousness, he realised, but it was simply because she didn’t know where to start again.

and again, rúben waited for her patiently. hell, he’d waited on her far too long—even for something as simple as this—so he could certainly wait for some more.

he watched her as she opened and closed her mouth several times again—this time rúben was positive she was trying to rearrange whatever it was she wanted to say to him—before casting another glance up to him. and this time, nervousness was palpable in her face. weariness, too, and rúben couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sight.

(although he tried to hypnosis himself that he smiled to ease off her jitters.)

this seemed to relax the tensed shoulders of hers. “i-i-i-i need help t-t-t-to change my lamp.”

bingo.

every of his remaining suspicion was now struck down, only leaving him with the answers to all of his silent question.

he’d guess on she wasn’t mute. if she was, she’d have to suffer from deafness, too, or at least hearing impairment, and she wouldn’t be able to interact with people without her hearing aid. of which, was non-existent as far as rúben’s peripheral vision might go.

he’d guess on she was a selective mute, this much was also spot on. what his shot strayed on was how she chose to be mum not because she’d killed someone, but because she was unable to.

all the sudden, rúben got reminded of one particular kid he’d gotten fortunate enough to meet during city’s annual christmas hospital visit. it was like yesterday when the kid said thank you endlessly that day before the day ended, for listening attentively without rushing the kid to speak clearly and fluently. at first rúben was surprised how that was enough of a reason for the abundance of gratitude thrown at him, but later he realised that everyone else had reached their boiling point while waiting for the kid to finish his broken sentences.

only then did he realise his mysterious neighbour was only doing whatever best under her limited condition to survive without hindering anyone else’s life.

she must’ve practiced silence for such a long time now, and for reasons such as survival mode in this cruel world where her condition is deemed a shame. where people would rather not hear her kind to speak because they were slow at it, and would rather belittle something she surely didn’t ask for when she was born.

how wrong of him to assume she was a criminal on a runaway.

“sure, have you bought the light bulb already?”

she nodded, lips still pursed tightly, before rolling her eyeballs up towards the ceiling. upstairs, he’d gathered.

“excellent,” this time, admiration and respect was the reason behind his enormous smile. “lead the way.”

he really should stop watching too many crime documentaries on netflix.

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as soon as she was done showing her neighbour his temporary place of work, she dashed for the fridge. she was perched, for lack of words, because it’d been a long while since the last time she had to wreck her brain for a simple, humane interaction.

ironic because it was imprinted in every human’s brain that they are a social figure, thus needing to interact with other people. ironic because her line of work required her to interact with people on a daily basis, even though she was hidden behind the magic screen of a computer.

she hadn’t realised up until now how much grateful she was to the silver screen, for she didn’t have to disclose the one thing she detested about herself. for it hid her from the harsh reality she was bound to have due to her condition. for it saved her from the judgemental looks people would throw at her.

she was sure she was content with her life, bar the defect in her DNA, so why did she decide, of all day today, that she needed his help for such a simple task?

right, because she didn’t have a ladder and forgot to buy one on her way back home.

but she could’ve gone back outside to the store on the corner of the street instead of asking the one neighbour she had always seen after a long day of working. she could’ve asked anyone else but him. the security guard, the firefighter—anyone else that was in the line of work to help people, not him.

especially not him, when it meant she would bare herself open to someone she barely knew outside the fact that he was tall and smelled so damn fresh like he just washed himself after a long day of swimming in the sea water. especially not him, when it meant her old disease of stuttering would come back haunting her every time she was nervous.

and god, was she nervous. how could she not when he looked like the closest thing to adonis if such figure descended mount olympus?

but still, despite all, why did she still choose to uncover the grounds she was content on burying herself with?

was it his eyes? was it because she grew accustomed to his silent presence in the elevator? was it because she recognised no hint of judgement exuding from him when she let out the secret she least loved to reveal?

“it’s done,” the man was seriously done with work, by the way he was back donning his brick red coats. a lovely colour to his skin, she realised. another point plus, she also noted, for a man to know well how to dress. “is there anything else you need help with?”

her apartment was fairly large, especially when she only lived here on her own, but with him in the room, it felt small all the sudden. but not the suffocating kind of small, just that the space turned to be full with his presence. but instead of feeling intimidated, she felt welcomed.

weird because this was her house, her abode, her home. yet she was the one who felt welcomed instead of the other way around.

“um—n-n-no. i’m sorry again if i disturb your time, being busy and all,” it surprised her that it only took a grand total of 30 minutes of interaction for her—physically and mentally, she noted—to feel ease around him, which was apparent by the lack of stutters and was now replaced by the signature ummm everyone likes to have at the beginning of her sentences. “but i was hoping if i—um—can repay you after doing me a favour?”

“you really don’t need—”

the man shook his head as he shifted his weight to his other leg. the movement felt so natural, like he belonged here, and it dizzied her head because this was starting to feel unrealistic. there was no way she could warm up so easily to a good-looking guy that dressed well and smelled excellent and acted like those boyfriends you only see on novel books.

and for the love of god, did she love the smell lingering in the air from his perfume. it was intoxicating, as if he himself in flesh and blood didn’t stir headaches for anyone with vagina walking down the street. yet she craved for more, making her not wanting him to leave the perimeter of her house. like he’d permeated the space and marked it no longer hers.

funny how the concept of being close had a different meaning now to her, literally and figuratively. she really shouldn’t have opened the door to her home.

it honestly caught her off guard when he showed his initial reaction. she’d mastered the art of being rejected by people who i) think she’s a freak, ii) think she’s useless, iii) think she’s a hassle, iv) think she’s frustrating as she can’t get words straight to the point, and/or v) all of the above. the better part of her condition was also double-edged sword; when people think of her as a charity case, for it was only then when people understood her limitation.

being unfazed with her disability—there, that’s the word—was definitely something rare in her world.

must be the eyes, she convinced herself, because she knew deep down it didn’t take einstein to deduct the real reason behind her unpredictable habit of opening up to this man—whose name she still hadn’t figured out—was her very last justification.

after days of observation, she somehow managed to conclude he wasn’t the type to blabber his mouth somewhere else about the embarrassing neighbour that sounded ridiculous whenever she spoke. he was the type to keep everything to himself, unless he was allowed to or unless the government made him to. for that alone, it was enough of a reason for her to come out of the shell she’d been hiding under, no matter how insane it sounded because they didn’t know each other’s name.

for she knew she could be herself and he wouldn’t mind at all.

“p-p-please,” another breather because goddamn, this is a lot to take in. “i—um—i insist.”

“okay, if you say so,” his head tipped lightly at her admission, lips slowly tugging a smirk out of its hiding place. satisfaction plastered on his face and she swore she could’ve been melting on the floor if she wasn’t holding the edge of the kitchen counter. and still, strangely enough, she wouldn’t mind him seeing her turning into a puddle. “i’m allowed to take you out for a dinner then.”

of all things he could say to reply her goodwill request, a dinner wasn’t in the list of her prediction.

“w-w-why?”

it didn’t take a genius to know it was the multi-million loaded question; why me?

and this was precisely why rúben asked her out in the first place because in rúben’s defence, why not?

why not her? was there anything wrong with her?

did she believe something’s wrong with her when he found her perfectly interesting?

“because i like you and i’d like to know you better,” her eyes shot up so fast at his admission, indescribable disbelief glazed over the set of orbs rúben for sure would like to stare all night long if he had the chance. “if you’ll let me, that is, of course.”

who was she to deny when he asked to come in to her home so nicely like that?

[no-thoughts-only-soup]

To Secure/Risk it all

Chapter 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

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They were running. Running and shooting. Running and shooting while Curt narrated it all.

“Christian shoots the three guards in front of us while Den chucks a knife at the guy coming from the right, and Ivan— SHIT!”

Curt ducked around the corner, bullets blazing past where he’d been a second ago.

Fuck, this was harder than he thought. Then again, usually when he was narrating there was no pressure or incoming danger, much less running around. This was far worse than a regular scenario. Simply narrating the enemies away didn’t work either; turns out that outside interference wasn’t controllable like their made-up mooks they usually sicced on each other. And that meant no Thanos-snapping them away. The only thing he could do was use his power to allow his friends to go on a killing spree.

“Curt? A bit of help here!” Ivan shouted, pointing at another set of guards running towards them.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Curt focused. “Ivan shoots the first guy, he explodes and takes out the rest.”

Ivan did, but then immediately turned around and frowned at Curt. “Wait how? Do the guards here just carry explosives around or something?”

Christian laughed heartily. “We’re literally getting shot at and Ivan’s all like ‘wait that’s not realistic’.”

“Wait, wait! Can I have a bazooka?” Kristine loudly asked.

“Fuck it, sure. Kristine pulls out a bazooka and blasts the guys Ivan shot at; making them explode.”

“YEAAHHHHHHH!” She whooped as a large bazooka materialized in her hands and then took a shot at more guards.

“Now we’re talking.” Den smirked. “Gimme me one next.”

Before he could, though, Den’s eyes widened and she suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him around the corner. Christian took down a few more guards and they all started running again.

Damn, he really should’ve let Den narrate. Not only did he continuously have to narrate everything to keep their powers working, but he and Kristine were the only ones with any knowledge of the facility’s layout. And Kristine was too busy playing shooting gallery with the guards. Meaning he was the only one to guide them at the moment.

“Den, uh, mows down the guys in front, Ivan takes — oh god — down the ones from the right. Kristine — shit — blasts behind her—“

Suddenly, Christian and Ivan pushed him down behind a few conveniently placed crates — and bullets rained above them.

“Yo Curt, got a plan?” Christian yelled above the loud noises. “Cuz I doubt we’re gonna make it running around like this!”

Curt hissed as a bullet flew by a bit too close for his liking. “Front gate gotta be packed, but I was hoping to get to the garage anyways. If we can get a truck…”

“Curt, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re getting pinched from all sides here!” Ivan snarkily remarked, arms coiled around his gun. Not that there was an opening to shoot back.

“Kristine, if I focus on keeping us alive, can you guide us to the garage?” Curt asked her, pressing himself down to the ground as the wall behind them slowly started whittling down, showering them with bits of brick, plaster and other kinds of debris. “You also know where the garage is, right?”

Kristine stared blankly at him. “Uhhhhhh…”

“KRISTINE!”

Christian cut between the two of them. “Ok, not to be a party pooper, but even if we do that, we don’t know if they’re guarding that too. We could be walking into an ambush for all we know.”

Curt paused, thought, and sighed. “You’re right. We’ve got no clue on where to go. Ugh, if only one of us could scout ahead, but they’d get shot instantly…”

Suddenly, Den waved her arm, grabbing their attention, all while smiling widely. “Wait, wait! Let me stab Ivan!”

“Den! Now’s not the time!” Ivan protested. “Can you pause your murder hobo tendencies for one second?”

“No, no, I actually have a good reason this time!” Den grinned, waiting in her explanation for Christian and Kristine to finish firing back at the guards when they reloaded, and finally returning to save cover. “If one of us dies in a scenario, they become a ghost, right? So if I kill Ivan, he can go through the walls and scout ahead!”

They all paused, letting the words sink in. And then they fell into a cacophony of agreements.

“Wait, actually…”

“YES! YES!”

“Oh damn, she’s cooking.”

It even swayed Ivan’s stance as he shuffled closer to her. “Alright, not gonna lie, that’s a good argument. Ok, stab me Den. Stab me like one of your French girls.”

And as they all giggled, an idea popped into Curt’s head, and he smiled devilishly.

“Actually, wait.” He interrupted them. “I’ve got a better idea…”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Curt grinned, and he could almost see the chill running up Ivan’s spine. “Remember how you saw SCP-096’s — the Shy Guy’s — face? Which triggers him?”

Ivan was silent for a whole 5 seconds, slowly processing what Curt said. Until it clicked.

“Oh wait, OH SHIT!”

“Close your eyes!” Curt yelled at the rest of them as his squeezed his eyes shut. “The Shy Guy bursts through the wall…”

And just as he said, there was a large noise as the wall behind them practically blew up, and Ivan screamed.

Ivan’s gonna kill me later for this. “…And KILLS Ivan!”

His words were followed by an inhuman screech. A second later, a bloodcurdling and sickening crunch of bones being violently broken. Curt could feel a warm liquid splatter onto his face. It tasted like iron.

The noises fell to a brief, chilling silence. Silence that was broken by panicked screaming and shooting a distance away. Another terrifying screech, and just like Curt predicted, the squad of guards that had been firing at them were audibly slaughtered.

But he still kept his eyes closed. He still couldn’t risk it. And he kept them closed as the sounds of the beast slowly started getting farther and farther away.

Ivan’s voice rang out. “You guys can look, it’s gone.”

And while it was an exercise of trust, Curt did indeed open his eyes. And winched upon seeing Ivan’s mangled corpse.

“Damn he really did a number on ya.” Christian offhandedly remarked, though Curt could sense the shock creeping in his voice.

“Yeah, I need to step up my stabbing game after this.” Den noted, eyes wide.

“Wait,” Kristine suddenly piped up “if we all turn into ghosts, why don’t we just kill each other and float out of here?”

Curt winced. He had thought about that option. Ever since he found out about the truth. It seemed like a good idea. But there was an issue…

“We don’t know how the resurrection works exactly. We come back to life, yeah, but what if that means we return to our bodies? If we leave them behind, that just means we’re literally handing ourselves to the foundation.”

Christian groaned. “Aw man, that means we gotta drag Ivan’s corpse around.”

Den chuckled. “He’s literally dead weight.”

They all laughed at that, and although they couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses, they knew Ivan was rolling his eyes at them. “Whatever, not my problem anymore.”

Curt rolled his eyes back at him. “Go scout already.”

And Ivan huffed for a split second before flying through the wall. Curt narrated how they stuffed Ivan’s corpse into a backpack (a pink one with rainbows, of course) which Den volunteered to carry. Curt noted how the weight of a whole body didn’t seem to hinder her, until he reminded himself of the reality warping powers and put it to rest.

The sounds of footsteps suddenly got louder, and they booked it.

It would have been nice if Ivan could warn them ahead, Curt mused. But it was more important to know whether or not there was an escape route.

“Just how big is this place?” Den complained as she turned yet another corner.

“To be honest I never paid any attention to the map.” Kristine confessed. She briefly turned around and shot one of the guards that were chasing after them.

Christian copied her. “Curt?”

“I dunno man,” Curt panted as he tried to work out the best route “I’m starting to think they gave me a false map.”

“And why are there so many guards!?” Kristine yelled as the two she shot were quickly replaced. “Seriously I don’t remember there being this many!”

“Let’s focus on surviving until Ivan returns!” Curt half-yelled, though in the back of his mind, a small voice wondered if they could.

They were suddenly stopped when a broadcast screen lightened up. It showed a bit of static before the screen turned white, with a single black arrow pointing down the hallway.

Curt’s brain broke for a moment, but he didn’t get time to gather himself, as Kristine grabbed his hand and pulled him to that same hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled after her. “Why are we following that?”

“Because they’re helping us, duh!” She yelled back.

Curt pulled his hand from her grasp, but he kept running with the group. “And you’re just gonna trust some random ass monitor!?”

“Well, if it’s the same person who helped us last time, we can trust them, right?” Den pointed out.

“AND WHAT IF THEY AREN’T!?” Curt yelled back. “AM I THE ONLY ONE NOT TRUSTING THIS!?”

But they still ran, and as the last word left Curt’s lips, another monitor lightened up, though this one did not display an arrow. Instead, it showed them a message:

- Curt has the right emotion, find the room that belongs to it.

Beat.

“BITCH IS THERE A DISTRUST ROOM!? ONLY SANE PERSON ROOM!?”

But Christian and Den looked at each other. “Panic room.” They nodded.

And Curt… sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

“Besides,” Christian smirked, “you really think we’re gonna get anywhere with Kristine at the front and Ivan scouting ahead.”

“Hey!”

“Nah, you got a point.” Curt conceded, also realizing everyone was getting tired. “Alright, you know the way Kristine?”

“Yes! I know some things you know!”

And they laughed as they ran, Kristine guiding them. Something tugged in the back of Curt’s mind, but it was to preoccupied by keeping everyone alive to see what it was. Only when they neared the panic room was it that Curt mentally paused, and his eyes widened.

“Guys, wait! We can’t go in! If we do we’ll be trapped like-“

But they already barged inside, dragging Curt with them, Den slamming the door shut the second everyone was in.

“…rats.” Curt sighed.

A ghostly form took their attention, shrugging. “Well, all the exits are packed, so we’re stuck here anyways.” Ivan noted. Although he said it nonchalantly, there was an tense undertone in his voice.

Kristine raised an eyebrow. “You got here quick.”

“Remember the same weirdo from the last SCP shenanigans? They told me to come to the panic room.”

“And they didn’t use a riddle?” Den questioned, until the obvious zinger got her to grin.

Christian beat her to the punch. “Of course not, Ivan wouldn’t have figured that shit out!”

Kristine and Den laughed with Christian, with Ivan pouting at them. Even Curt could feel a chuckle bubbling up from his throat, but the severity of the situation prevented him from laughing outright. They were trapped. At any moment, the foundation, no, Snee and his goons would figure out where they were. They were ripe for picking.

At that moment, just in time to stop him from having another panic attack, one of the computer screens lit up. And before their eyes, words were typed on the screen.

- Good! You’re all here!

“Dude, who even are you?” Ivan asked. “Are you with the foundation or not?”

The computer screen trilled unexpectedly, almost reminiscent of laughter.

- Come on Ivan, I know you’re not the smartest ಥ‿ಥ

The emoji caught Curt off guard, but the person started typing again.

- But did you really forget about me that quickly? (✪㉨✪)

And it hit Curt like a truck.

…No. It’s impossible.

“…Chilly?”

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Note: I don't end chapters based on word count. I end them on how much of punch the cliffhanger is.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

Wake up i miss u ☹️

HIIIIIIIII u were in my dream.. in my dream u enlisted me to run music & catering for a giant outdoor party of like 1000 people who would all sit on this big stage So i started knuckling down and writing stuff out and planning where i would get stuff and planning some really delicious pasta dishes and then i came up to u to ask how many people exactly would be there and what my budget would be and u said Oh no its fine don't worry im just going to use ai mr beast dj & meal designer and you can just set them up on the day. ajd i was devastated. so day of everyone was arriving but i was still a little sad so i went to a shop nearby that was super labyrinthine and escherian in its layout and sold books dvds cds perfumes guns and cool spiders (under the brand Alpha Spider) and also dogs there was one called bunny that i thought was going to be a spider so i was excited to buy it but it was actually a dog.... Anyway i went on a shopping spree and bought like a trillion things and kept going round and round buying more stuff. and then i saw u at the cafe next door and u were like ryan wtf. sorry for neglecting my duties ☹️

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BIGOTS, RACISTS, SUPREMACISTS, XENOPHOBES, (Gender/Sex)-PHOBES really not welcome. Feel free to turn back, and especially don't tag/comment your rhetoric on posts reblogged/written by me, I WILL AND I ALREADY HAVE BLOCKED & REPORTED SEVERAL PEOPLE.

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