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944 miles

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Notes: Hi! So sorry I took so long to post this lmao. Um this will be a series. I haven't worked out how many chapters there will be but I do know how I want at least the next two chapters to be. If you've seen my last post where I posted a snippet of it, then you know I had an OC named Rue Winston. That will be changed and the only thing that will remain is the last name and no character description will be involved but do know I had black!reader in mind. Thanks for reading <3

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. i think that's it. it's only the first chapter so nothing too crazy going on.

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Fatima rushed to the Berzatto Family Salon door with her young daughter by her side. Fatima wouldn’t have been late if it weren’t for her babysitter canceling at the last minute. The poor child was just too young to care for herself.

As Fatima frantically searched around the building for Donna, her hairstylist, Y/N sat idly by. She played with the toys her mother had gotten her for her 5th birthday, which was just a few months before. When Fatima’s eyes landed on Donna’s, they reflected a range of emotions.

Donna felt bad for the young mother, having three kids of her own, she knew what Fatima was suffering. Donna’s eyes traveled to the playing toddler on her floor, not a care for the outside world. She reminded her of her own child, Carmen, the youngest.

“Donna! I’m so sorry I’m late. My babysitter bailed last minute and I had no one else to watch her,” Fatima was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t the future she imagined when she found out she was with child.

Her husband, Ezra, had walked out on his family when their daughter was 2 years old. He had claimed he never wanted a child in the first place.

“Ok ok ok, Hun. Just take a deep breath, it’s fine. I have a son who’s around the same age as her. He’s here with me today, they could play together!”

She rushed through the door, ignoring everyone except for Carmen. He sat on his bed watching his best friend bounce around in his bedroom.

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” She squealed while clutching the unopened envelope to her chest.

Carmen was dreading the day when they received their acceptance letters. He hadn’t told her that his college of choice was in New York. He knew that she’d d be attending college in Chicago, but fucking Carmen. He always had to strive for the best.

He felt like shit, but the pure excitement on her face was infectious. He couldn’t help his smile as they switched envelopes, now holding each other’s futures in their hands.

“I’ll go first, you ready?” He watched as she bit at her nails anxiously, she nodded.

Carmen opened the letter, he spared one glance at her before he began reading.

“Dear Ms. Winston, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as an official student of the English Literature and Arts Department…” Rue’s hearing had faded as she allowed the words to process.

When it finally hit her, she rushed into Carmen’s arms. Her tears soaked into the cotton of his shirt but he didn’t let that deter him from telling her just how proud he was of her. When they pulled away, he held her face in his hands as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. He looked into her eyes, silently asking if she was okay. She nodded, looking back into his blue ones.

Y/N carefully tore into the letter, her eyes scanning over the paper. The Institute of Culinary Education, 225 Liberty Street, 3rd Floor, New York, NY 10281. New York? No, this can’t be. He’d tell her if he was going to New York, right?

She cleared her throat and began reading, “Dear Mr. Berzatto, we are very pleased to offer you admission into The Institute of Culinary Arts.” Her throat ran dry as she read. What the fuck?

“Why didn’t you tell me you applied for New York?”

“You’re the one who told me not to tell you,” he huffed, suddenly feeling defensive at his lack of mentioning.

“It’s fucking New York, Carmen! I meant don’t fucking tell me if it was in the goddamn state. I thought that was obvious. Why there, anyway?”

He felt strings tugging at his heart as her voice cracked. Why did he choose New York? A 944-mile drive away from his home? His family? From the girl he loved? When making his decision, She was the last thing on his mind at the time. Mikey not allowing him to work at the family restaurant fucked with Carmen’s nerves.

Lack of communication led to him believing that his brother thought he wasn’t good enough. So, Carmen figured “Maybe if I go to this prestigious school and become the world’s greatest chef, he’ll think I’m good enough then.” 15-year-old Carmen had made up his mind, everything else be damned. But, nothing would prepare him for the moment it came time to tell his best friend that he was leaving her.

“It’s the best culinary school in the state,” her eyes began to water. She felt fucking elated that Carmen was getting into the school of his dreams, but it being 14 hours away was breaking her heart. She didn’t want to make him feel bad or ruin this moment, but the way she could feel herself start to sweat was overwhelming.

She decided to drop it. She didn’t want Carmen to feel bad about his decision. Willing her tears to dry, she quickly smiled. “I’m so proud of you,” She was genuinely so proud of Carmen. She wanted nothing more than for him to succeed. If his succeeding meant she had to cheer him on from Chicago, she’d do it proudly.

Carmen could feel the sadness radiating off of her. He knew what she was doing. The switch from being on the verge of tears to smiling brightly was a reaction he’d seen far more than he liked. Being the reason wasn’t something he liked too much, either. But, when she said that she was proud of him, he believed her. He always believed her.

The last few days of school had been so tiring with graduation and Carmen leaving for NYC soon. She and Carmen spent as much time with each other as they could. Fatima worked a lot and Donna always had something that needed her attention. Everyone was busy. Summertime was approaching which meant Mikey had to prepare. He’s still not letting Carmen help, though.

She sighed as she felt her back hit the mattress beneath her. She hadn’t had time to relax and take a deep breath until now. She was home alone, with no plans and a severe and excruciating lack of Carmen. She saw less of him after the pair read their acceptance letters together. She didn’t know whether it was because of the news he shared or he was just extremely busy.

Regardless of whether they were fighting or not, Carmen never avoided her. There was no reason for him to be mad at her and she wasn’t particularly mad at him, but there was a dark cloud that hung over them. An unwavering force that bullied its way between them, you could practically see it.

She wanted to be happy for him, but the negative feelings always crawled their way back up. Was she overreacting? This wasn’t the end of them. They could always call, visit each other, or text. It wasn’t like he was moving to another country.

He was leaving her today. She began to panic at the thought but forced herself through it. She gathered all of the items she wanted to give to him before he left. His favorite shirt that he’s always searching for (she stole it), the matching bracelet that he’d leave on her dresser so he wouldn’t lose it, and a painting that she made for them. The painting was of them together. She spent the entire school year working on it, she made it for him after he practically begged her to do a painting for him.

After she was done, she made her way next door. The constant ruckus could be heard outside of the door. Donna is yelling for Mikey to help his brother, Sugar and Richie are fighting over god knows what. She pushed herself through the door. It was warm inside, and it smelled like apple pie and cinnamon. It always smelled like something delicious at the Berzatto house.

Donna noticed her first, rushing to her while calling for Mikey to come and grab the (not heavy) box from her. Donna pulled the younger girl into her warm embrace, bombarding her with questions as she always did. It never bothered her as she knew what Donna was like and loved her dearly. Donna always treated her as if she was her child, she’d look after her when Fatima was busy with work. She’d invite her on family trips, she was an unofficial family member like Richie.

“How are you, sweetheart? You hungry? We made a little something for Bear before it’s time for him to go,” Donna held her face in her hands as she spoke. Her heart warmed at Donna’s actions. Despite her doing things like this since the moment they met, it always made her smile. She politely declined, though. She wanted to be alone with Carmen for a while.

“I’m not hungry at the moment, Mama D, but I promise I’ll eat before I go,” Donna nodded and gave her cheeks a small pat. They spoke a little bit more before Donna left her to continue doing what she was doing. She had a habit of minimizing her emotions when something big happened. She kept a straight as she walked up the stairs to Carmen’s room, but her mind was racing. She didn’t want to think about the bad things that could happen while she and Carmen were apart.

She pushed the door open, standing in the doorway as she watched the two brothers talk. “Dude, you’re doing it the wrong way-“

“I think I know how to properly tape up a box, Carmen.”

“You’re literally doing it wrong.”

She couldn't hold in her laughter as they bickered back and forth. Their heads snapped toward her, startled by her presence. “Jesus, fuck, bunny. You scared the shit out of me!” Mikey set down the box he was holding to rush over and hug her. She hugged him back, squeezing him a bit as she did so. “Sorry, Mikey. I wanted to see who’d get hit first,” Mikey chuckled.

She and Mikey had a special kind of bond. She had a unique bond with each Berzatto child. But, the two of them were like siblings. Mikey was like the big brother she never had, always to her rescue if needed. When Carmen couldn’t be bothered, she had Mikey and Sugar.

Before he could respond, Carmen cleared his throat. Mikey looked between the two, gears turning in his head. You see, Michael knew of his feelings for the girl. He was constantly trying to get Carmen to step up and admit his feelings for the girl but Carmy was always too nervous to do so, afraid he’d lose her. He couldn’t risk that.

Mikey nodded, raising his arms in defense and he backed off, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” She sat on Carmen’s bed, looking around his room. It looked nearly empty, aside from the furniture. “Did you get a chance to look at the things I brought?” Carmen looked over everything except for the painting. He’d seen her art before, he knew how talented she was. But he feared that if he looked at it now, his heart would break all over again.

“Yeah, everything except for the painting.” She felt her body twitch as their eyes locked. His expression was unreadable as she wondered why he hadn’t taken a glance. “Promise you’ll take a peek when you get to your dorm?” She thought she sounded fucking pathetic. ‘Please look at this painting that means so fucking much to me, it’s the least you could do.’ She wanted to throw up.

In reality, Carmen didn’t want to look. Not because he feared he’d hate it, but because then he’d be forced back to reality. The reality that he’s in love with his best friend whom he’s about to leave for four fucking years. The reality is that he’s loved her since middle school and now it’s too late because he’s a coward. “Promise.”

She and Carmen had spent their last few hours together in his bed. The sun had fallen, and everything was packed up and ready to go. Carmen said his goodbyes to everyone, except her. She lingered somewhere nearby, watching as he hugged and kissed his family. They were both trying to prolong their last few moments together. “I’m gonna miss you,” she could hardly speak. God, did she not want to cry right now.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Carmen’s facade was starting to crack. He allowed it to, he only allowed himself to feel in front of her. “And don’t forget about me, either.” Her tears were streaming down her face, heavy drops landing on her shirt. Carmen couldn’t handle it anymore as he pulled her into a tight hug. Their tears soaked into the other’s shirt as they cried together. They stayed like that for what felt like hours until Mikey called for Carmen. She watched as her best friend drove away. She’d never believe you if you told her that she wouldn’t hear from him for 2 years.

#carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear fx

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legolasbadass · 23 days

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Office Hours, Part 31

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague.

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: E

A/N: Hi everyone! It feels like I blinked and suddenly I haven't updated this story in over 7 months, ooops 🙈 I moved abroad and went back to school in September to start a postgraduate degree, so I've had very little time to write over the past few months. I hope you can all forgive me and are still interested in Lorelei and Richard's story! If you are, I've tried to make this chapter extra special... 😈

Before I know it, the spring break is over, and I am drowning in emails, deadlines, and assignments to correct. Thankfully, however, the telltale signs of summer bloom across Oxford as the term unfolds. The air, once crisp, now carries a gentle warmth, accompanied by the hum of bees and the fragrance of blooming flowers along the banks of the River Cherwell, which beckons scholars and locals alike to punting excursions. Days lengthen, inviting late-night strolls through narrow cobblestone streets while the evening sky blends into hues of soft pastels. The fast-approaching exams threaten the leisurely atmosphere of the city, but when I walk through the sunlit streets with Richard’s hand holding onto mine, I feel as though time stands still; there are no exams, no piles of unmarked essays on my desk, and Richard is here, and he is not leaving. Not now. Not ever.

I try to be happy and excited for him—I am—but with each passing day, it becomes harder and harder to imagine being thousands of miles away from each other. But we have many things to look forward to; in a few days, we will officially be on summer holiday, and I will move in with Richard. That is what I need to focus on. His imminent departure looms over us, but it does not change the fact that we love each other and are determined to make this work. A year ago, I was offered a lecturer post at Exeter College. It was more than I had ever dreamed of, and I thought life could not get any better. Little did I know I would meet Richard and fall in love with him. The past few months have been a whirlwind, and it still surprises me how fast things have progressed between Richard and me—how quickly he has come to mean the world to me. The thought of losing him terrifies me, but we have been through so much already, so I have to believe that we can get through this next year.

“Lorelei?” A knock and a familiar rumbling voice pull me back to the present moment.

Richard stands in the doorway to my office, one hand resting against the aged wooden frame as he smiles at me. The unbuttoned collar of his white shirt draws my attention to his throat and the patch of hair peeking through. Just like the first time we met.

“Hey,” I say with a smile.

“Lost track of time?”

“What?”

“It’s half past four.”

“Oh,” I breathe out as I glance at the time on my phone. “Sorry—I completely lost track of time, yeah. Hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long.”

Richard shakes his head as I throw my laptop and notebooks into my bag, then rush to the door, but he blocks the way with his arm. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I reply, smiling at the concern in his voice. “Just have a lot of things on my mind.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and the tender look in his eyes tells me he is thinking of kissing me, but the hallways are busy with students and professors, all rejoicing at the end of the term.

“Good or bad things?” he asks, his hand lingering on my jaw for a moment longer than it should in this environment.

“A little bit of both,” I reply, but when he merely continues to watch me, I sigh. “There’s still so much to do before the move. I haven’t packed any of my clothes or anything from the kitchen—”

“Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you pack. Don’t worry about that.” I nod and offer him a grateful smile. Then he frowns. “That’s not what’s bothering you.”

Sometimes, I wish he did not know me so well. “It’s just the move combined with research deadlines and all the exams I’ll have to correct in a few days,” I say, not wanting to bring up the true cause of my discomfort. I do not want him to feel guilty—he should be excited about this research opportunity, and he deserves nothing less than my unwavering support. “Have you gotten any news on that flat you were interested in?” I ask a few moments later as I lock the door to my office before walking towards the main staircase, trying to appear unphased.

“Not yet, but it’s still early in Boston so maybe I’ll get some news later.”

“Right,” I say with a smile, but it hits me all over again that we will not only be separated by an ocean but by time as well, and the thought of needing to wait hours for a text or call from him when he wakes up each day claws are my heart.

“So I told Michael about Harvard’s offer.”

“How did he take it?” I ask, knowing this was difficult for him as they have been friends and colleagues for many years.

“He took it well. I mean—it’s not like he could do anything if he didn’t like the idea of me leaving for a year; I’m allowed to take time off from teaching for research. That being said, he told me he was happy for me and that it would be great for the department and the college to have one of their professors working with a famous scholar like Stanley Griffin.”

“Just as great as it is for Harvard to have one of their professors working with you, I imagine,” I say, looking up at him.

Richard chuckles skeptically. “Lorelei, he’s Stanley Griffin.” He speaks the scholar's name almost as if he were talking about Shakespeare himself. “His anthologies are used in most English departments.”

“Well, only one of you is a professor at what is arguably the most prestigious university in the world.”

“I guess,” he replies with a sheepish smile that warms my heart.

The sun burns bright in the sky above the dreaming spires, casting long shadows on the cobblestone beneath our feet as we walk through the main quadrangle toward Broad Street. All around us, students rejoice in their newfound freedom, lounging at cafes, iced coffees in hand, discussing summer plans while cyclists whizz by, their wheels clicking against the cobbled paths.

“I can’t believe it’s so warm and sunny today and we have to spend the whole evening indoors for the staff party,” I groan as I step into Richard’s car, throwing my bag on the backseat.

“We don’t have to go,” he says, closing his door and buckling his seatbelt.

“Of course we have to go.”

“Lorelei, these things tend to be really dull. They call it a party but it’s just a room full of tired academics who’d rather be at home or locked in their offices, and they serve ridiculous canapés that leave you starving at the end of the evening. Although, admittedly, there’s always an open bar.”

“Alright, then let’s stop and get burgers on the way and stay close to the bar for the duration of the not-so-party party.” Richard chuckles as he steers out of the parking spot. “Come on, our presence is expected. And it might be the last time you get to see some of our colleagues before you leave.”

He does not say anything for a while, then he reaches out to squeeze my thigh, and I know he, too, is thinking of the long months of loneliness ahead.

In an attempt to change his mind, I intertwine our fingers and smirk as I say, in a light, sing-songy voice, “I bought a new dress for the occasion that I think you’ll really like. It’s navy, and sleeveless—I just hope it’s not too short…”

Richard shakes his head but fails to hide his smile. “I see what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” As we stop at a red light, Richard notices my expression and sighs. “Alright, let’s go to the stupid party—but we’re not staying too late.”

***

It took longer than expected to get ready at my flat. Despite agreeing to attend the event, Richard prevented me from getting dressed with languid kisses and lingering caresses, but eventually, we managed to tear ourselves from each other and leave.

The city is submerged in the sun’s golden farewell to the day when Richard and I arrive at an imposing, Jacobean-style mansion near The Queen’s College, and as we walk through the tall wooden doors and into the main hall, I cannot help but gasp and look up at the ceiling high above us, causing Richard to chuckle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, squeezing my hand as he leads me toward the grand staircase.

I nod. “I think I’d prefer to just walk around the building instead of going to the party,” I begin playfully, but Richard shakes his head.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he says, letting go of my hand to hold my back and push me forward. “You practically dragged me to this thing so you better not leave me for even a second.”

I bite back a smile. “What if I need to go to the loo?”

Richard chuckles. “Okay, you’re not leaving me except to go to the loo.”

The hubbub of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as we step into the grand room lit by the setting sun and the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the frescoed ceiling. I spot familiar faces in the crowd while we make our way to the bar, but most people I do not know, so I am grateful for Richard’s reassuring presence, and I already dread having to attend events like these without him next year.

“So here we are,” Richard says dispassionately after we order drinks. “Now do you believe me for saying these things are boring?”

I shake my head in amusement, then bite my lips, suddenly feeling shy.

“What is it, sweetheart? You’re blushing,” he points out with a curious smile.

Hesitantly, I lean in and speak in a soft voice only he can hear. “Would it be less boring if I told you I’m not wearing knickers?”

Richard laughs, but then he catches my eyes and gulps heavily. “Are you—you’re really not—?”

I shake my head, slowly gaining confidence as his eyes darken. He laughs again, the sound deeper and hoarser, telling me exactly how he feels about my styling choice.

“This is a work event!” he playfully chastises me, and I giggle as he brings a hand to my back.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure this party wasn’t too dull for your tastes.”

He smirks. “I now suspect I’ll be feeling unwell or tired rather soon and you’ll have to bring me home earlier than planned.”

“Oh, yes? And how will we spend the rest of the evening once we’re back home?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Well, for starters, you’ll take off that lovely dress and bend over—”

Heat rises up my neck, and I nearly choke on my drink when, just at that moment, someone calls out to us, forcing us to pull apart suddenly.

“Richard, Lorelei!” Professor Bennett greets us with a kind smile. “I was beginning to wonder if maybe you wouldn’t be joining us.”

Richard glances at me, a cheeky grin illuminating his slightly red face, before turning back to Professor Bennett. “Last-minute outfit crisis,” he replies teasingly, squeezing my waist.

I shake my head, trying to ignore the tingling in my belly caused by his last words to me.

“And this is what you landed on?” Professor Bennett says playfully as he looks Richard up and down, causing me to laugh.

“Well, not everyone has your fashion sense, Michael,” Richard responds with a chuckle.

“Maybe we should start being evaluated on that; that way, I might stand a chance against you and win the teaching award for once.”

Smiling, I look up at Richard and then back at Professor Bennett. “Richard was voted favourite Professor again?”

“He sure was!” he says, raising his glass to Richard.

“How amazing!” I exclaim, momentarily resting my hand on Richard’s chest. “Congrats, love!”

Richard’s grateful smile is made all the more endearing by the faint blush blooming on his cheeks.

“But don’t tell anyone—I haven’t sent out the official announcement yet.”

Professor Bennett then turns to greet a passing colleague, so I lean into Richard. “I know one person who for sure voted for you,” I whisper with a teasing smile, thinking of Jane Taylor and the stars in her eyes when she speaks to him.

“Shut up,” he responds, though he fails to hide his smirk as he pinches my waist, causing me to giggle.

“Hey, there you are!” Natasha’s familiar voice interrupts us, and I turn to see her squeezing her way around a couple of Ph.D. students. We all greet her, but then she notices Richard and seems to hesitate for a second before she says, “Apparently, congratulations are in order!” Richard smiles shyly. “Working with Stanley Griffin—that’s exciting!”

“Yeah, it is,” Richard replies with a nod, though he momentarily tightens his hold on me.

“I must say, thank God for you, Lorelei,” Professor Bennett begins, causing me to frown in curiosity, “under different circumstances, I’d be worried about losing Richard to Harvard forever, but I know as long as you’re in Oxford, he’ll be coming back,” he says with a fond smile.

I chuckle, then try to come up with a playful response, but I cannot ignore the heaviness in my heart. How can I miss him already when he is still here, holding me tight?

Thankfully, Richard steps in. “Don’t worry, Michael, you won’t even get a chance to miss me. I’ll be coming back periodically to check in on my postgrad students—that sort of thing…”

“Yes, sure. For the students, of course,” Professor Bennett says teasingly, and from the corner of my eyes, I notice Richard staring at me longingly, and heat rises to my cheeks.

As they continue to joke around, Natasha catches my eye and gestures for me to follow her. I reassure Richard I will be right back, then step aside, concerned by the frown on her face.

Once we are far enough from the others, she reached out to caress my arm and asks, “How are you feeling?”

I gulp, suddenly understanding her previous hesitation. “I’m fine.”

She nods slowly, biting on her lower lip. “So he’s leaving for a year…”

I nod, struggling to gather the strength to respond in words.

“That must be really tough for you.”

“Yeah, it is, but… we’ll make it work.”

“So you guys aren’t—aren’t breaking up or anything, are you?”

“Oh, no!”

She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God! When I heard the news earlier today all I could think of was…” She trails off and laughs nervously. “You guys can make it work. I know you can.”

I smile. “Yeah, I hope so.” Then my smile widens. “Actually, I’m moving in with him.”

“Really?” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up in genuine happiness.

“Yes! We want to make the most of the time we have together before he leaves, and this makes it a little easier to reassure ourselves that we’ll get through this together.”

Natasha nods and squeezes my arm. “I’m so happy for you two!”

“Thanks,” I reply, grateful for her friendship. Then I notice Richard eyeing me from the bar, but before I can say anything, Natasha smiles in understanding.

“Alright, go back to your man,” she teases. “I just really wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll go see if I can find Sarah somewhere.”

I give Natasha a quick hug before making my way back toward Richard, who is now conversing with two men I do not know. As soon as he notices me, he excuses himself from the conversation and, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulls me slightly to the side of the bar, away from prying ears.

“Everything okay?” he asks in concern.

“Yeah, Natasha just wanted to check in and make sure I was alright given… you know…”

Richard nods, then looks down at me with an exaggerated pout. “You left me alone when you said you wouldn’t.”

“So needy,” I tease as I rest a hand against his solid chest, my fingers absently playing with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “You were talking with Michael so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, new rule: when we’re at an event and you tell me you’re not wearing any knickers, you have to stay within arm’s reach.”

I burst out laughing, though heat rises to my cheeks at his rumbled words. “Alright, I can abide by that rule.”

“You better.” He smirks before leaning in to kiss me. His lips are soft and warm against mine, sweetened by the wine he has sipped. I can feel passion simmering deep within him, and when I reluctantly pull away sometime later, all too aware of our surroundings, Richard groans quietly. He then takes one quick glance around the room before leaning in conspiringly. “I think we might be able to sneak out of here for a little bit,” he says in a quiet voice, then gulps, and I am momentarily distracted by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “You know, to explore the building like you wanted.”

“Right. To explore the building,” I repeat, smiling innocently. He finishes his drink in one big gulp, then winks as he takes my hand to lead me out of the crowded room.

The sound of our shoes against the polished stone floor echoes through the long hallway as we search for a more private place to continue the evening, failing to contain our laughter as we try door after door, in vain. We have nearly reached the other end of the building when we finally stumble upon an unlocked door. We cast furtive glances around us to make sure we are alone before slipping inside what turns out to be a small reading room with bookshelf-lined walls and a few rows of desks, illuminated only by the lamposts in the street below. The sweet, earthy scent of aged paper and leather-bound tomes fills the air, but then Richard wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, laughter lingering in his eyes, and the familiar smell of his cologne surrounds me. I can still hear echoes of the party in the distance, but it all disappears when, with a soft smile, Richard leans in to rest his forehead against mine. One of his hands is now tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head and pulling me closer as we share our breath, lingering in this moment, allowing ourselves to pretend that the rest of the world does not exist.

When he finally claims my lips in a hungry kiss, I let my eyes flutter close and, standing on my tiptoes, circle my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me as I drown in his passionate embrace, content to pretend that my only worry is knowing we will eventually need to pull apart for air. We move against each other out of instinct, ignoring the time and place, fuelled by an evening of flirting and lingering touches and our impending separation. He lets go of my lips to trace a path along my jaw, down my neck toward that sensitive spot below my ear, and the warmth of his tongue combined with the rasp of his beard sends heat spiralling down my spine. My hands are now buried in his hair, tugging on the soft curls, and he groans into my neck before reconnecting our lips.

Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifts me into his strong arms and sets me on one of the desks, spreading my legs apart with his body. Already, I ache for him; heat swirls through me, buzzing incessantly between my legs, and when he squeezes my left thigh with one of his large hands, I cannot help but buck towards him and whimper, the desperate sound of desire echoing through the room.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs against my lips, and a rush of arousal floods my core.

As his hand slides higher up my thigh and slips under my dress, I cannot help but chuckle. “Are we really doing this?”

Richard grins. “Don’t act innocent; you knew we’d end up in this situation the moment you decided not to wear knickers.” I giggle into the kiss at the deep, unbridled lust coating his words. “I can’t resist you.”

He pulls away just enough to watch my face as he teasingly slides two fingers over my folds, coating me in my arousal. Biting my lips, I wriggle on the desk to grant him better access, and when his fingertips brush against my clit, the whole room seems to pulse with the intensity of the pleasure tingling through me. Richard knows my body by heart now—he knows exactly where and how to touch me to have me panting in his arms in no time. He sets up a languid pace, alternating between drawing circles on my clit and slipping a long finger inside me, only allowing himself to increase the pace when I latch onto his shoulders, my hands pulling on his tweed blazer. My breath hitches in my throat when he slips two fingers inside me, crooking them and almost instantly finding the spot that has me arching my back and whimpering his name. My legs are now wrapped around him, my thighs pressing into him as he catches my mouth, taking the breath from my lungs and the moans from my lips.

My release washes over me in a dizzying wave, pulsing through every fibre of my being, leaving me hot and panting as I cling to Richard while he continues to pleasure me, not stopping until I collapse in his arms. A car horn echoes in the distance, reminding me of our surroundings. Even so, as I look up to meet Richard’s lust-darkened eyes, desire flares in me again, and the warm weight of his hardness pressing into my inner thigh reassures me that this is far from over. Licking my lips, I raise a hand to teasingly caress him through his trousers, revelling in the whimper he fails to hold back. One of his hands returns to my hair, gently tugging as I slowly reach for his belt buckle—

The door creaks open.

In an instant, Richard and I pull apart, and I hasten to tug my dress back in place and press my thighs together just as a security guard steps inside. His eyes flicker between Richard and me, his expression a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“Er, sorry, guys—this room is supposed to be closed. You can’t be in here.”

Too mortified to speak, I turn to Richard, and he smiles sheepishly at the security guard. “Apologies, we didn’t realize. I was just showing her around.”

The security guard nods, then steps back to let us pass. My face burns as we mumble apologies, but he walks away as quickly as he first appeared, leaving us to stand awkwardly outside the reading room.

“I guess we should stick to our offices,” Richard muses playfully.

My heart still hammering in my chest, I look up at Richard, biting my lip, but then my eyes drift down to the noticeable bulge in his trousers, and I burst out laughing.

“That man certainly won’t be losing any sleep trying to decipher what you meant by ‘showing me around’,” I giggle.

Richard looks down and tries, in vain, to adjust his trousers. “Do you think he noticed?”

“Well, I hope for his sake he doesn’t make a habit of staring at strangers’ crotches. But if he does, then yeah, he definitely noticed.”

“It’s all your fault,” he replies with a grin. Laughing, I wrap my arms around him and look up to meet his tender gaze, but he quickly takes my arms and reasserts a more appropriate distance between us. “You’re not helping.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle as I straighten his blazer, not wanting to let go of him.

“Oh, yes—you look very sorry.”

“How about I make it up to you instead?”

Richard grins. “Does that mean we get to go home?”

“Yeah, I think sneaking away sounds like a good plan.”

The ride back to my flat is filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. As soon as we arrive and lock the door behind us, he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, and I melt in his arms. His touch is tender and possessive, and with each kiss, each caress, we reassert our love for each other, surrounded by the boxes that signal the beginning of our new life together.

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I haven't posted in a while so here is my I haven't posted in a while post! I wanted to throw some info about an OC into the void that I haven't posted about before, Ray! Info below the image and break!

Detective Raymond Mulder was a homicide detective in Chicago. Dedicating himself to his job left him divorced and drifting through life. Until he was brought in the Special Investigations unit where he was thrown into the world of darkness. He started to find love again with a museum curator that he would learn later was a kinfolk. One night hot on the trail of a suspected vampire implicated in a particularly horrendous murder, he and his lieutenant Arthur thought they had the man cornered. But instead all they found was an empty room and a file. Ray opened to file to find hard evidence Arthur had been working to cover the trail of vampire activity. Ray being the boy scout couldn't let it go, so he attempted to arrest Arthur, forcing a subconscious decree planted in the lieutenant to remove himself from the mortal coil. Feeling helpless and lost, Ray left Chicago with Tav, the museum curator. She hoped she could take him back to the tribe to regroup in a manner of speaking. Unfortunately her ex-husband didn't like her bringing an outsider. In an altercation Tav's ex turned into a beast the likes of which Ray had never seen, leaving Ray with a large scar running from his collar bone to his hip. It would turn out to be a small blessing of sorts, as through unexplained means he could now feel the presence of the supernatural. Ray was once again alone and now on the road not knowing what to do with himself so he just wandered. Finding himself in Tucson, Arizona he couldn't ignore his gut feeling and the aching scar on his body. He was once again on the trail of a vampire, only this time when he thought he had him cornered someone else had beaten him there, Joaquin Hidalgo. After a tense discussion of sussing out loyalties they joined forces. Joaquin's knowledge and hatred of vampires along with Ray's detective skills and desire to make positive change in the world made them a competent force. Things are going as smoothly as they can for two dudes in their forties fighting vampires until they make it to Reno. Joaquin gets reunited with his sister Noa, who is a vampire, along with her friend and Joaquin's former acquaintance Nyth. Things become very complicated as Ray tries to come to terms with accepting Joaquin's sister and dealing with Nyth's manipulation. Ray never wanted to see vampires as pure monsters. Something in him hoped they were still people in some way or like in many of the cases he handled in the CPD, they were just forced into a bad situation. Ray would learn too late that a bleeding heart only attracts the worst kinds of monsters.

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So Ray's name; I based his looks on Charlie Hunnam's character in The Gentleman and just decided to go with that character's name, Raymond because I liked it. I thought it would be funny for his last name to be Mulder because Ray actively dislikes supernatural media. In the game I played him in it was modern nights so the big joke was he'd never seen x-files but it would always be the first topic of conversation when someone learned his name.

#world of darkness #art #Ray #oc #hunter the reckoning #vampire the masquerade

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Hey, you said that you came up with the Little Brother au before you started Tumblr, right?

So, since I haven't been following you for that long, or at least, I think so, what was your inspiration for making this au? When did you exactly come up with the idea? Do you have any original title names?

Also, a silly question: What are all the fandoms you are currently in? Just in case your pinned post is outdated :]

oh man. hmm

i got into tmnt 4th april 2021, because i wanted to rewatch 2012, only remembered some of it from when i was little, then deciding yup i want to look at everything tmnt. then i got hyperfixated

he started out as a really ambiguous any iteration oc, around the time i was reading the northampton arc of idw, (late juneish 2021?) was when i first drew him, all it was was just hehe silly green masked ninja turtle in sophie campbells idw artstyle

(i love sophie campbells art its so good)

then i drew him in the 2012 series, and he became more of his own character. in my old idea for 2012 he was significantly moody and overconfident, had his own abandoned area in the subway tunnels for spraypainting, was good buddies with raph but really didnt like leo at all. also had a scar on his shell, for some reason?? i wont say why but he can super easily be slapped into another iteration and i love that

it was only when i watched rise and tried to imagine him in their universe too that i went hold on- we got a whole potential story here. little brother was a placeholder title really, but i couldnt think of anything better soo. little brother.

the vine flesh concept was an absolutely random idea at first that was way too cool to drop.

i did have this whole really cool arc planned where eventually draxum did get tricked into allying with the foot, theyd protect five whod help fight the mad dogs for the kuroi yoroi shards, ("looking for this?") and hed also be able to sabotage the armour in some way.

but. i couldnt have this in because 1. distract way too much from the story i want to tell. 2. having shredder appear in the comic would ask for an entire shredder arc and respectfully no thanks lol.

just imagine five is in s2 trust me hes there hes awesome (oh and you know how in canon, shredder needed to take power from draxum, and it looked like he took the vines power from him? uhuh. and you know how five also has it? but instead its the only thing keeping him stuck together? uhuh. anyways!)

ohh!! cool oc trivia- his weapon was kinda undecided between tonfa (before i watched rise) or two scythes i referenced it in page 20 :D !!

his weapon would still be scythes i think, if he wasnt using the vines as his weapon

and no i try to keep my master post updated all the time, theres HEAPS more stuff i like, just complicated to think what to put on there? for example i looove how to train your dragon, but havent seen much of it past rewatching the 3 movies, thats nothing compared to rewatching all of adventure time 5 times. i dunno!

the way my interests work is that theres a selection of 1-3 that my brain focuses on, but it doesnt make any of the others less or i stopped liking them at all or anything. i have so many interests help me

right NOW im really hyperfixated on danny phantom and tf2!!

#little brother au #sharkfinnasks #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt oc

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yellowvixen · 6 months

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Logo by @bunnymajo, thank you!!

Better late than never, here's a Q&A for @sonic-oc-showdown

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I wanted to use a word that meant ice that wasn't extremely obvious, and Rime ended up being perfect! To be specific it means hoar frost.

🌼 How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Same age as Blaze! She was created ~100 years ago, but like Shadow she was frozen and didn't age until she got woken up.

🌺 Do they have any love interest(s)?

She's aro, so no romantic love interest. That said, she and Blaze do definitely end up in a relationship :3

🍕 What is their favorite food?

Surprisingly, anything spicy!

🎹 Do they have any hobbies?

Ice skating! Rime can create her own ice and propell herself pretty easily, but outside of fighting she's discovered she loves the elegance of truly dancing on ice, and challenges herself to learn difficult jumps. She also likes going for long morning walks, especially on a crisp winter morning when the ground is still covered in frost.

❤️ What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Most of their memories as a child with their brother, although a lot of them are bittersweet to look back on now.

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Seeing her brother die before being frozen.

🧊 Is their current design the first one?

Yup! Some of their fur colour has changed ever so slightly (her muzzle and ear/chest fluff are now pure white rather than the same off white as the rest of her fur) but that's it.

🍀 What originally inspired the OC?

@transgendershadowthehedgehog made a post about how Blaze should have an aro cryomancer rival, and I ran with the idea.

🌂 What genre do they belong in?

@mari-madas gave me the idea that the Sol dimension is centered more around fantasy in contrast with Sonic's dimension being more sci fi. Not a hard and fast rule as they both have magic and tech, but it's about the Aesthetic™. So, fantasy!

💚 What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Aromantic nonbinary lesbian! Or as she would describe herself, girlthing.

🙌 How many sibling does your OC have?

Just the one, her adopted brother, Gertrude's grandson! Possibly also a Sol version of Biolizard, but I haven't come up with anything for that idea yet

🍎 What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Like Shadow, Rime was made rather than born, so technically doesn't have parents. But her creator, the witch Gertrude, was basically a mother to her... In a way.

Rime was always perfectly happy with Gertrude and never really thinks anything was wrong with how they grew up. But anyone else might think differently, as Rime was treated more like an animal than a person. Not with (much) malice, Gertrude just assumed that Rime didn't have the intelligence of a regular mobian. This allowed Rime to grow up pretty feral, which she considers a good thing! She won't look too deeply into it. She DOESN'T have mommy issues, promise (lying).

✏️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Definitely more since this showndown, which I'm glad of! I want to draw her more in the future too, she simply hasn't been around long enough for me to have made a lot of art for her.

💎 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I mean... gestures to Shadow "dying" at the end of sa2. A similar thing happens to Rime, so while she does die, it's not permanent.

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Large open areas, especially at night. Being in space is particularly awful for her (not that she'd show it)

🍩 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Blaze ;)

Feel free to ask more questions about her!! Brainstorming how to answer them is pretty much how I've created her lore so far lmao

#i meant to do this ages ago but got hung up on some of the questions. which i just didn't answer djgjghdh #but yaaa here we go !!#i don't. have a name for her brother yet #i was thinking matthew but i knew a matthew and didn't like him so don't rlly want to use that name afjgjfdg #we'll see!#sth #sonic oc #sonic oc showdown #rime the cat #vixentalks

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mintsuwu · 2 months

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I don't know why, but lately I've been thinking about creating a separate blog dedicated to an original story with rodent OCs of mine.

While it is true that originally many of them started out as Mad Rat Dead OCs (idk if some of you might remember my character Akari, as I haven't posted much about her), over the years I have developed them and their stories to such a point that they no longer have much to do with the original game so it pretty much has become a story of its own, so I don't see it much as an AU anymore.

To think that I began with all of them in 2020... I have made a lot of art of them that I hope I can share in that blog, since it might be too much to post in here at once and this blog is pretty much related to general art and fandom related stuff, even though I post a lot of OC content in here as well.

BUT ANYWAY!! It's still a work in progress, and I don't know how often I will post in there (though there will be A LOT of old art submitted), but if anyone is interested on checking it out, it's @s3ntfr0mabov3 !

#oc #original content #original art #original character #my ocs #mint speaks #mice #rats #sent from above #original story #side blog #digital art #mouse #rodents

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misc-obeyme · 1 month

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Yeah all right, Sunday night feels like the time for me to do a writing status update so here I am.

I realize I haven't posted any new writing yet this month. I finished the event requests and I've been trying to focus on finishing the editing for Arsenios's story so that I can finally start posting chapters.

I want to be honest with you guys: I am currently struggling with a stubborn bout of depression. Please don't worry about me, I'm in therapy and I'm working through it. But my motivation is very low right now.

It makes writing difficult in general, so I've only been working on it a little bit at a time lately. I love Arrie's story and I don't want it to suffer because of this, so I'm trying to keep my momentum without pushing myself too hard. I have good days and bad days, so it just depends.

There are a couple of things that require less energy that I've been messing around with. The first is the other OCs in this story. I went ahead and added them (as well as the OCs for Ciaran's backstory) onto my OC & MC Masterpost. They don't have profiles yet, just names and a general description of what their character does. (Feel free to ask me about them if you want to.) But I'm going to work on profiles for them too. It's a low key kind of thing that's still related to the story, you know?

I seem to have lost all motivation for canon character fics. Which is annoying because I still have a bunch of ideas. But when I think about them, I can't focus on them at all.

I've been getting a lot of asks lately, which I love. Please never stop sending them. However, I do get more than I can answer in one day now. So my response time has increased to three or four days at times, depending on how many I have. Just know that I never ignore asks, so I will always get to it at some point.

In the meantime, if you guys want to send in little drabble requests, I think I would like that very much. Drabbles being less than 500 words. Give me a character (canon or OC, either way), give me a small idea, and tell me you want a drabble. I'm not going to say my requests are open, but if you've read this whole post and see this, know that you can send something like that in. :)

Thank you all for being here. I'm sorry for the lack of writing as of late, but I'm hoping to start feeling more like myself again soon.

As always, I love you and thank you for reading!

#misc writing update #misc rambles

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youracecard · 8 months

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Master post!

Name/Nickname(s):Ace(more personal,for moots preferably),Ace Card(for non moots :3)

Pronouns: He/Him/She (no they please )

Birthday: December 2nd

I'm a minor

‼️‼️PROSHIP DNI.‼️‼️

General note, I do not support harassment.

I also run an ask blog with my close friend @datab4s3,I'm running behind a bit rn so don't send too many asks. @askscarletsmp

Alt accounts:

@delilah-the-ghost (utmv)

@awesomeguysmoments (late night shit)

Uh,I don't read many fics but my favoritest ever is For the forgotten ones on AO3,I'm sad it's over but it was a really good fic!(send me some fics :3)

I heard I should probably have a prounoun page,so uh

REQUESTS ARE OPEN,SO HERE'S MY RULES!

I WILL DO:

Ship art/multiple characters I suppose

OCs(please,please,please! I love to draw OCs, just send in a reference with your ask if you can)

Uh, UTMV characters

Uhhhmmmm... Hlvrai characters maybe...(probably not,but I'll try my best)

Among us

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

Phighting

QSMP(no spoilers I haven't really gotten into it much)

Tadc

Your Ocs

Your self inserts

Icons/pfp

I WON'T DO:

NSFW. I'm a minor.

Real life people

Proship

I will do art from any fandoms don't be afraid to ask!

(bonus,my random outbursts of dialogue are tagge under #ace card rambler because i didnt know what to tag them as)

#masterpost #my art #ace card rambler #ughhhh the drawing is so old #i might remake it. eventually.

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 9

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2165

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This chapter switches back and forth on POV's. This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

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Your mind was still flooded with too many thoughts and questions, although, at the moment, you had no idea how to express any of them to the two strangers you’d be living with. That thought alone caused a sigh to escape your lips.

The scenery passed by the window, but you weren’t really looking at it, even when they crossed state lines. Hell, you hadn’t even asked where they were taking you. Dean occasionally stopped for gas, grabbing something to eat and drink for everyone. You nibbled on some chips and drank a soda, but you weren’t much in the mood for food.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Sam asked you when they stopped at another gas station sometime late after dark.

“Not really,” you mumbled.

“You need to eat something. A handful of chips isn’t enough to keep you going,” he insisted.

You sighed before looking over at him, “Fine. I just didn’t want you to spend money on something I wouldn’t be able to finish.” After a brief pause, “I guess I’ll have a burger.”

Sam went inside to get the snacks this time while Dean fueled up, glancing at you from time to time. Your thoughts wandered back to your morning. You’d done your regular routine, even chatted with your mother and sister, although you hadn’t told them what was going on.

What kind of place were they taking you to? How were things going to work? Would you have your own room? Can you still talk to your family, friends? Would the brothers want to find a way to send you to whatever dimension Peri came from? Were they going to treat you like a monster or more human? What was expected of you?

Too many questions that you didn’t want to ask. Yeah, you wanted answers, but at the same time, you didn’t. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice when Dean slid into the driver’s seat or when Sam got in the passenger side.

“Here. Try to eat at least some of it,” Sam told you, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Thanks…” you replied, slightly quietly, as you took the small bag he handed you over the seat.

Inside, you found a burger, a Pepsi, and a caramelo. He’s sweet, you thought to yourself, smiling a little. As Dean continued the drive, you ate, even managing to finish not only the burger but also the caramelo, washing them both down with the soda. Once you had a full belly, though, you felt your eyes getting heavy.

You yawned before lying down on the back seat of the car. It was more comfortable than it initially looked. You had to slip off your seatbelt so that your head was at the side behind Dean. After shifting a little, you finally managed to find a comfortable position on your side, facing the back of the front seat. Then, there was the purr of the Imapala’s engine and the smoothness of the drive. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

Around two in the morning, Dean pulled into the bunker's garage. He tried to wake you, but you were out like a light. He sighed and looked over the hood of the car at his brother.

“Just carry her to one of the rooms,” Sam suggested.

“And what happens when she wakes up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange place? Huh, Sam?” Dean argued, although somewhat quietly. He didn’t want you to wake up to the two of them arguing, especially after all you’d been through.

Sam rolled his eyes, “So, leave her a note and leave it on the desk or the night table.”

Dean reluctantly gave him, carefully scooping you out of the back seat of the Impala, and carried you bridal style to the closest room down the hallway. He carefully moved the blankets while still holding onto you. Then, he gently set you down so your head rested on the pillow. He just looked down at you for a moment, seeing how peaceful you looked in your sleep.

With a sigh, he leaned down and slipped off your shoes, setting them near the night table, covering you with the blankets, wrote out a quick note, and then turned off the light in your room. He joined his brother in the library as you slept.

When your eyes did open, the room was still dark, but you could see light coming from the other side of the partially opened door. The mattress was comfortable, as was the pillow, and the blankets were soft. You stretched, your arms above your head as the stretch went down your whole body, even pointing your toes. Once you relaxed and inhaled deeply, you glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock: 8:42.

You reached over and turned on the lamp, taking in the place you were. It looked like a regular bedroom, although with items that seemed to be from the fifties. Near the closet were your bags, and a small smile played along your lips at the thought that they were kind enough to bring those in for you as well as carry you to a bed.

Once you located your shoes, you slipped them back on and found a note on the desk, making you chuckle.

Maria, Couldn’t wake you. Head out of the room, left, through the first room, right down the hallway. That’s the kitchen. See you in the morning. Sleep well. Bathroom is down the hall to the right, fourth door on the right. Dean

First, you located the bathroom, took care of things, and headed in the other direction, following the instructions Dean had left you. Wherever you were, it looked massive, although you did take note of its lack of windows. Once you made it to that first room at the end of the hallway, it opened up, with a map table in the center. To the left was what looked like a library. Another hallway was across from you, on the other side of the room. You noticed a staircase on the other side of the map table, which led up to a landing. On the other side of the stairs was what you assumed was the hallway Dean had mentioned in his instructions.

As you walked through the room, you softly touched the map table and looked at everything. It felt surreal. When you got closer to the opening, you heard male voices, so you followed those, eventually locating the kitchen.

“Morning,” Dean said with what you guessed was a happy smile as you entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” you replied softly, still not quite awake.

Sam was already up and getting a cup, filling it with coffee as you found a seat at the kitchen table. He placed the cup in front of you.

“Thanks,” you told him, looking up at him.

The smile he gave you seemed genuine, but it also seemed like he almost seemed nervous around you. You sighed and looked down at your coffee, holding it with both hands. The warmth radiated into your hands, which you enjoyed momentarily before taking a sip.

“Did you sleep okay?” Dean asked.

“I think so. I didn’t dream, and I slept all night,” you chuckled, “And, thanks. For uh, carrying me to a bed.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you sleep in the back seat of Baby all night,” Dean chuckled, sipping his coffee.

“We’re gonna dig into the lore books in a bit. Did you want something to eat?” Sam asked, glancing over at you.

“I don’t normally eat in the morning, but thank you anyway,” you told him, “Just coffee.”

“Do you need anything?” Sam asked, causing you to look over at him.

His expression seemed like he wanted you to be comfortable in what was probably the weirdest experience of your life at the moment. You tilted your head a bit, thinking about his question.

“Maybe after I wake up a bit more, you guys could explain things better?” you suggested, trying to think through the mild sleep fog in your mind.

“Sounds like a plan, Sweetheart,” Dean answered before his brother could, giving you what you could only figure was his signature smirk, which made you smile a little.

The brothers polished off their coffee, and Sam refilled yours before they headed out of the kitchen, leaving you with your thoughts. Even through the sleep fog you still felt, you were utterly curious about this place of theirs. The kitchen was amazing, and you thought of how easy and fun it would be to cook or bake there.

After finishing your second cup and pouring yourself a third, you headed back out of the kitchen, seeing the brothers in the library across from the room with the map table. You gave them a friendly smile as you approached before sitting down in a chair beside Dean.

“So, what are you looking for?” you asked, a bit curiously.

“Anything we can find on Pari,” Sam replied, not looking up from the book in front of him.

You noticed the numerous books strewn across the table and the laptop to Sam’s left, still open, although you couldn’t make out what was on the page. At first, you didn’t notice Dean watching you as you grabbed the book closest to your right. All the books looked old but well taken care of.

“What is this place?” you asked, still looking down at the book.

Dean and Sam shared a look you missed before they looked back over at you,” It’s a bunker.” And with that, the two explained the details: that it was built by the Men of Letters, abandoned for years, their home base for quite a while now, and all the lore it held, along with the numerous facilities.

“When you’re feeling up to it, we can give you a tour,” Dean offered, giving you another smile.

“Thanks. I’d like that,” you replied, smiling back at him.

You opened the book you had grabbed, flipping through the pages, only partially reading the words on each page. When you came across a page with a sigil on it, you stopped and read it more in-depth. It talked about how the sigil would keep a Pari’s powers from affecting those around it. That was something you’d never thought about before, your powers affecting people around you, so you continued reading.

Apparently, Pari were fairly powerful, more than you’d ever considered, having powers similar to angels and demons. However, it went beyond that. The book said that a Pari’s powers radiated off of it the more powerful they became. It went as far as making those around them stay young, in the prime of their life, not aging. It wasn’t a temporary thing, either. The longer other people were around a fully awakened Pari, they would continue to stay young. If they were to leave or not be around the Pari, the aging process would start at a regular human rate. Something else a fully awakened Pari could do was open dimensional portals to travel between worlds.

“Find something interesting?” Dean questioned you.

“Kind of, I guess,” you mumbled, scrunching up your brows as you kept reading, causing you to miss the look the brothers shared.

The book listed numerous powers: healing, creating things, moving objects (which explained why you could easily clean up the aisles at work with just a thought), using the elements of nature or creating them, telepathy not only with humans but with any living thing, and bringing a natural joy to those around you.

You tilted your head, then closed the book, sighing. It hadn’t fully explained how to awaken a Pari’s powers, but there were still plenty of books on the table. Dean reached over and picked up the book you had closed, wanting to see what you’d found or at least had been interested in. Since you finished your coffee, you took it into the kitchen and washed it, then leaned against the counter.

The information from that book at least explained to an extent why demons had been after you for so long. Having something that powerful under their control would give them a great advantage. You crossed your arms, glancing around the kitchen again. You’d played with your powers over the years but never fully delved into them. Part of you had been afraid to.

When Dean came into the kitchen, he startled you from your thoughts, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, looking over at him, “I’m gonna be here a while, huh?”

He sighed, “Looks like it. I’m sorry about all this. We just can’t let you fall into the wrong hands.”

To you, he sounded genuine, and your gaze shifted to the floor in front of you, “Might as well get settled in then,” you sighed, and you headed past him to the room you’d woken up in.

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