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drtyelvisfantasy · 9 months

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Love in the Hamptons🤍🥂

Parings: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a romantic weekend in the Hamptons

Song for the fic: Old Money- Lana Del Rey

The warm summer breeze swept through the car as Chris drove down the winding road towards their house in the Hamptons. The scent of saltwater filled the air, and the anticipation of a relaxing weekend away together made your hearts flutter.

As the both of you arrived at the stunning beachfront property, Chris parked the car and turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hand in hand, you and Chris walked up the stone pathway, surrounded by vibrant flowers and manicured gardens. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the both of you reached the front door. Chris unlocked it, revealing a beautifully decorated beach-style interior that exuded warmth and comfort.

Your eyes widened in awe as you stepped inside. The spacious living room boasted large windows that overlooked the ocean, inviting the golden sunlight to fill the space. The scent of fresh ocean air mingled with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them close. "This place has always been my sanctuary," he confessed, his voice filled with affection. "And now, it's ours."

Over the next few days, you and Chris reveled in the beauty of the Hamptons. The both of spent lazy mornings strolling along the shoreline, the both of your bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun kissed your skin, and laughter filled the air as the both of you chased each other, playfully splashing water.

In the afternoons, you and Chris explored the quaint little town nearby, hand in hand as you both ventured into charming boutiques and indulged in ice cream cones. The both of you shared intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, savoring every moment of each other's company.

As the sun began to set, you and Chris would retreat to the porch, sinking into plush chairs as you both watched the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors. With your fingers intertwined with his, you and Chris would whisper sweet nothings and dreams for the future to each other, feeling the weight of Chris’s love grow stronger with each passing day.

On one particular evening, a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the property. Chris pulled you into a slow dance on the porch, swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. The soft sound of “Moonlight Serenade” by Frank Sinatra playing in the background added a touch of magic to the moment.

The both of your hearts beat in sync as the both of you danced under the starlit sky, together your was love casting a warm glow around the both of you. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Chris and you in your own little universe.

As the night wore on, the both you wrapped yourselves in blankets and lay on the porch, your bodies pressed close together. Your fingertips traced constellations in the sky, sharing stories and dreams that the both of you had never spoken aloud before.

Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and you both retreated to the cozy bedroom, falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The Hamptons had witnessed your love story unfold, and it held those memories close, ready to welcome them back whenever you and Chris needed a sanctuary from the outside world.

In the embrace of your shared beachfront home, the both of you found solace, love, and a never-ending bond. The Hamptons became not just a place, but a symbol of your love, a reminder of the beauty you both had created together.

And as the both of you drifted off to sleep, your hearts and souls intertwined, you knew that the Hamptons would forever hold a special place in your hearts—a haven that would always welcome the both of you back, whispering tales of love and memories yet to be made.

#chris evans blurb #chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #chris evans x female reader

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papiermachecat · 11 months

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Helloooooo anyone who still follows me! I figured I’d better do a writeup of my pilgrimage to Slane with some notorious fellow tumblr hags because most of THEM are headed to Wembley for multiple shows which is fine and I’m not jealous at all because it’s FINE.

Amongst other things, in this writeup I will address A) my first time flying internationally (0/10 would do again but did not enjoy) B) the very flexible meaning of “5 minute walk” coming from an Irish or British person, C) the Irish weather (glorious), and D) the personal shortcomings of everyone I met on the trip (this section WILL be lengthy)*

Anyway my last day of school with students was Thursday June 8, and yesterday I had to be at work to do summer cleanup & checkout. In between I flew to Dublin???? Met my friends?? Almost died(more on that later)! And came back home! It’s insanity. So I waved goodbye to the buses on Thursday, raced home, dyed my hair (? I was not thinking clearly), packed, and was at the airport by 5:45 PM. “Wow!” you might be thinking, “She’s clearly very efficient and organized!” Unless you’ve ever spent two (2) minutes with me, then you know better. So yeah, flight was uneventful, Aer Lingus is kinda crappy but if you were seated in the first 10 rows you had a chance of getting an ice cube in your water so there’s that.

Upon arrival at Dublin, I met up with the fabulous @aggresivelyfriendly fresh from Italy and we had the loveliest taxi driver chat with us through sunny Dublin and drop us at the door of our very hip boutique hotel and I thought wow, these taxi drivers are so nice! Can’t wait to meet more of them! HAHAHAHA anyway

At the hotel we met up with fellow Americans @chasm2018 and @accidentalharrie , soon joined by the best UK/Ireland team since Harry & Niall, the delightful @cantquitu and @justharried as well as the famed, Harry-endorsed Mr. Justharried, who not only endured our company but even gave a good show of enjoying it! A fine man indeed 😘. Anyway yes, we hugged, we chatted, we ate, it was GRAND. A plan was formulated! Pop down to early merch, see a few sights, have a little lunch, shop a bit maybe, then dinner…all sounded lovely. Bit of walking, they said. Not very far, they said. Just down the road! they said.

So anyway we get to early merch—just a 10-15 minute walk with lovely weather, and there was NO LINE. None. Walked in, walked up to the counter, bought stuff, done. Blew my mind tbh. Okay great! Headed over to have snacks (the authentic Irish delicacy they call “nachos” idk if you’ve heard of them) and drinks at a church in front of a bronze bust of Arthur (I think?) Guinness, tended to by a very charming waiter who seemed accustomed to crazy Americans who want ice in their water. 10/10.

Side note: I wanted to hear some authentic Irish music. You know, walk by a pub and hear some Celtic ballad being sung while emotional old men all hold up their mugs of foamy beer, right? Well. As it turns out, their musical selections in a bar are pretty much what you’d hear here and I saw NO emotional old men swaying with their pints up as they sang along :/. But we wandered and cantquitu told us tales of her misspent youth in the thrift shops and it was lovely! 10/10

Another “”5 minute walk”” and we were at dinner, which was so lovely. No ice water, naturally, but lovely nonetheless! I had a traditional Irish salmon and tortellini with edamame. FUN FACT: 75% of the world’s supply of edamame is grown in Dingle, Ireland, famously home to Fungi (pronounced FUN-ghee) the dolphin, may he rest in peace. (Parts of that fact are actually true btw, but not the edamame part.)

A quick jaunt (45 miles or so) back to the hotel for more drinks and then off to bed to rest up for HARRYYYYYYYY!! I began to have serious regrets about my footwear choices, and rightly suspected that Saturday could be worse, but HARRY!!!!

STATS: step count: 18K // Ubers taken: 0 // successful acquisitions of a beverage with ice in it: 2 // painful blisters formed: 3

So on Saturday I switched up my shoes and hopes for the best. A quick 5 minute/6 mile walk* to the coach pickup spot and shortly we were on a stifling bus to Slane!! Expect a 20-30 minute walk to the venue, Ticketmaster told me HAHAHA anyway we get dropped off in a cow pasture (FUN FACT: Irish pastures are the lumpiest in the world*), somehow adopt two Irish teenagers who didn’t know until day of that they were supposed to have a chaperone over 25, poor things (I better never catch Lenna & Lily—cantquitu’s beloved nieces—complaining about hags in the fandom!), and off we go! Anyway after the short cow pasture walk and a bridge crossing there was a security check and I thought gosh this wasn’t bad at all! Surely security wouldn’t be set up 46 miles from the venue right? So I strolled through this wooded area, pleasant weather, good company, nice breeze…for perhaps 2-3 hours? Idk might’ve been a bit shorter but I definitely at one point said “Do you think this is some kind of prank? Like just to see how far we’ll walk?” Genuinely, it was FOREVER. My footwear choices had not been sound, my blisters from the day before were so ouchy oh and FUN FACT: the average preferred walking speed of my companions is a 5-minute mile. Which is like a 3-second kilometer, I did the math.*

ANYWAY. The first sign of civilization we saw was a stone wall with a hand-painted sign that I will post here

Please note this is not my photo and must be older as there are now 23 KILLED. SO FAR. Cantquitu told me that is one of her favorite Irish traditions* idk seemed a bit dark to me but 🤷🏻‍♀️

So we’re clearly there, right?? Hahahaha no. Another few billion miles later there’s another security check, then a ticket scan, THEN we’re at the top of a massive hill with merely 6 more miles* to walk to get to our Hollywood pod. I’ve drawn you a map of our route which I will post here.

Once we were settled, it was as you’d expect. So happy. So much fun. I ~almost forgot about the death march I had endured and tried to forget about the inevitably worse one awaiting us—though turns out there was an easier path home—still ages, and done in a sea of people, but easier!

Anyway you all probably saw the show or the best bits of it on video but here are my standout moments that wouldn’t have been captured on a livestream:

• the ADORABLE Scottish couple next to us with the guy being THE biggest harrie—knew every word, every drum fill, every 1-2-3-4…his girlfriend was a sweetheart too but just may have been the lesser into Harry between the two lol—we hugged goodbye and I hope they have a wonderful life ❤️

• the absolute shock of hurrying back from the bathrooms (such as they were 😬) while I Wanna Dance With Somebody was playing and seeing like…nobody….dancing. The disrespect!!!!

• the fact that About Damn Time and 24K Magic were the favorites from Annie Mac’s set that’s RIGHT! YAY AMERICA!!!!!! Idk some other songs played that I guess people liked or whatever but let’s be real

• if you have seen a pic of Harry in his favorite little brown leisurewear up at the castle you can thank…I want to say justharried? Might’ve been the mister who originally spotted him? but it was 1000% justharried who played Paul Revere and soon the entire crowd was staring at him. He moved his arm in a gesture that was NOT a wave but looked at the start like it possibly COULD have been a wave and literally the whole crowd started waving at him…it was so cute but needless to say he retreated soon after before re-emerging for Mitch’s set

• During Fine Line I looked at aggressively friendly and she was crying and then I of course immediately cried as I do and then we swayed and cried and it was just…a moment. Telling myself that things will be alright has become very difficult in my life these past few years and it felt both cathartic and bittersweet and just…all the things ❤️

• My entire posse collaborating to get my feet OUT of my shoes and IN to cantquitu’s extra flip-flops she’d brought along (a size too big for her but two sizes too small for me—before you start picturing me as Sasquatch or something I wear a very normal size US 8!) which genuinely felt SO much better and I don’t think I’d have made it back otherwise, thank you ❤️

And I’ve thought of so many funny things to say but tumblr crashed the first time I wrote this and I had to redo it again and I lost it so just know, it was worth every bit of blood (and yes there was blood), sweat (soooo much sweat) and tears (Tam’s fault!!) and I’d do it all over again no question!!

#hags take slane #😚😚😚😚😚#this was mostly for my own benefit #if you read it bless you lol

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toussainttwins · 1 year

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The Dreamveil

An extract from “Duchy of Toussaint: A land of Love and Wine. The Richest, Most Detailed and Entertaining Guide for a Curious Traveller”.

A native and a traveller alike might reasonably expect the famous masquerade shop to be located at The Gran'place, the main square of our fair Beauclair, where any wish and whim can be found amidst colourful stalls and loud cries of motley merchants.

However, one shall find ‘The Dreamveil’ at the north-west from The Gran'place, at Knights Dormant Square. And in our opinion no better place could have been chosen, for the trade of disguise ( as is the art of love ) bears no rowdy bustle or haste. The boutique has found its home amidst merry talk and soft murmurs. Many made the secluded, peaceful square their favourite spot for enjoying a meal, or a view of Sansretour River rolling its azure waves on a sunny day.

Our direction-seeking readers would agree that all the above activities are better done hand-in-hand with a good friend or a fair beloved. And it is no wonder that quite a few knights or ducal guards, after a visit to the Ducal Camerlengo nearby, find an excuse to cross the threshold of the Dreamvel - even the solemn warriors are allowed to put their weapons down and savour a bite of festivity. It is a well-known, albeit veiled truth, that kings and queens - and even Her Illustrious Highness, Duchess Anna Henrietta! - did not shun the playful craft of masks and make-belief that the Dreamveil offers.

Left of the statue of the maiden holding a basketfull of grapes, one shall find a two-storey stone house, painted in a shade of the blue sky, particular to our beauteous, cheerful Toussaint, and a dainty balcony, adorned with vines and roses. Many serenades were sung under it, and many shall be, for despite its almost humble appearance - a true wonder lies within the walls of the illustrious Dreamvel. From there it is no chore to see the plague with a tale-telling masquerade mask.

Inside one is greeted with a view, verily heavenly. Owning to the wondrous fact that the airy, high-ceilinged hall is full of…clouds. The clever contraptions are suspended from above on the practically unseen web, soft to the touch as fleece from Toussaint merinos. The light from the windows, crafted from many-coloured, tiny pieces of glass, paints the room in enchanted colours, making the clouds as believable as those floating in the sky outside. In the midst of them appears a half-crescent moon and several stars, in a style you see in the astronomical engravings. All can be moved around the hall, thanks to the ceiling web, and constructed thusly they can be used as swings. It is the favourite pastime of awaiting customers or mischievous errand boys.

Amidst the clouds one finds ready-made costumes, created for almost any emergency, a wall full of masks, that can serve as an illustrated encyclopaedia to the whole kingdom of beasts and plants, pieces of textile, patiently waiting to be made into a fanciful attire, and rows of marchande de modes tiny dolls, showcasing even more wonderful assembles. At the end of the hall there is a painted counter, with a small door behind it, from which the brightest wonder of the shop appears - mistress Natanis.

Before one has a pleasure to meet the petite blonde marchande in person, one can already admire her likeness - just above the counter hangs two portraits of her, different in pose and in mood, yet clearly alike in the face - a vivacious summer and a dreamy spring, (note: one depicts Natanis and the other - Nistana).

Somewhere behind the clouds hides a small clandestine changing chamber, guarded with painted screens, for those who desire to put their costumes on right away. The second floor is off to the visitors and contains the workshop chamber and other living arrangements of the hardworking, imaginative seamstress.

#♥deeds&diet (toussaint twins headcanons)

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intonightcity · 2 years

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[ closed starter !! @queenxfthedxmned ]

“....Hollywood’s next big psychological horror film written and directed by Landon Wynter, whose presence in the media has seen a resurgence following a bitter separation from A-list actress Emeline Entwistle....”

Leaning on her hand as the news spread her name, attached as always with Landon, Emeline’s expression remained unreadable. She could only imagine what people were saying behind the scenes. Her story hasn’t changed. She can’t allow it to change even if every time she sees Landon’s face it digs deeper into her. Guilty consciences are going to drive her crazy aren’t they? The famous starlet is living her own personal Tell Tale Heart, begging for truths to spill out. Yet she sticks to the carefully calculated story of Landon being a terrible person to her. What will it gain? She often wonders now.

“Check it out, Emmy!”

She sat up with a start, jumping at the magazine thrust down on the table. She glared up at Mark Lansing, her agent and would be lover. Make that the man she cheated on Landon with who happened to be her ex-boyfriend’s former friend. A whole mess isn’t it? She seems to be caught up in the worst of it despite her good girl reputation. “Another gossip rag? You know I hate these. Why are you bringing me this?”

He shrugged. “What? Aren’t you curious about your old lover boy?”

Emeline had nothing to say to him if that’s why he’s here. Nothing good ever comes from them being together. Part of Emeline wondered if Mark did this with her to get back at Landon for being the famous one. “Jealousy never is a good look. Especially on you, Mark.”

The man flipped to the page spread, jabbing a finger over a photograph of Landon with his arm slung around Aubrey Summer’s waist. “Oh I think you’re about to wear it. You’re curious about her right? The new ingenue in his life?”

She could tell him to get out. She could break things off with him personally and professional but - more scandal could ruin her for good. That didn’t stop her staring down at the image. The caption said enough: Landon Wynter out among the stars with model turned actress Aubrey Summers, looking cozy and classy. Reading the same blurb over and over again, her mouth twisted, visibly irritated. She grabbed the magazine and tossed it directly into Mark’s face. She didn’t wait around for an argument, Emeline just grabbed a clutch purse and walked out.

Usually when she’s upset she decides shopping will cure her issues. Nothing like spending money in the heart of Hollywood, stepping into a renowned boutique to fight her anger. What she should have anticipated is other people who may recognize her there. Yet she hardly expected to see the very woman in those pictures with Landon in the same place. Then she shouldn’t be so shocked. She’s a model? Of course she is. A pretty new face - and she hated that.

#queenxfthedxmned #ic [Emeline Entwistle]#feat. [Mark Lansing]#mentioned [Landon Wynter > wynterlanding]#ooc [don't worry about matching length! had to do a little set up lol]#long post tw

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rockislandadultreads · 11 months

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New Title Tuesday: Horror

Piñata by Leopoldo Gout

Carmen Sanchez is back in her home country of Mexico, overseeing the renovation of an ancient cathedral into a boutique hotel. Her teen daughters, Izel and Luna, are with her for the summer, and left to fill their afternoons unsupervised in a foreign city.

The locals treat the Sanchez women like outsiders, while Carmen's contractors openly defy and sabotage her work. After a disastrous accident at the construction site nearly injures Luna, Carmen's had enough. They're leaving.

Back in New York, Luna begins acting strange, and only Izel notices the chilling changes happening to her younger sister. But it might be too late for the Sanchez family to escape what's been awakened...

The Insatiable Volt Sisters by Rachel Eve Moulton

It's the summer of 1989 and Beatrice and Henrietta Volt are coming of age on remote Fowler Island in Lake Erie, their ancestral home and wild playground. Thicker than thieves, they plot their futures while their parents pick their marriage apart piece by piece. The girls have no idea that their parents are separating. Or that the plan is to separate them.

Ten years pass and Henrie gets a desperate call from her sister--their father has died suddenly and B.B. needs Henrie to come back to the island for the funeral. When Henrie arrives, the island seems even stranger than she remembers. But the truth is, she doesn't remember much about the island, and nothing at all about the night she left. She just feels a vague and perplexing sense of dread and a sharp fear of the quarry pond behind the house. Will the Volt sisters inherit the horrors of their past or surpass them?

The Trees Grew Because I Bled There by Eric LaRocca

Eight stories of literary dark fiction from a master storyteller. Exploring the shadow side of love, these are tales of grief, obsession, control. Intricate examinations of trauma and tragedy in raw, poetic prose. In these narratives, a woman imagines horrific scenarios whilst caring for her infant niece; on-line posts chronicle a cancer diagnosis; a couple in the park with their small child encounter a stranger with horrific consequences; a toxic relationship reaches a terrifying resolution…

Originally published under the title The Strange Thing We Become and Other Dark Tales, this is a much-praised collection of deeply unsettling, painfully dark tales.

The Marigold by Andrew F. Sullivan

The Marigold, a gleaming Toronto condo tower, sits a half-empty promise: a stack of scuffed rental suites and undelivered amenities that crumbles around its residents as a mysterious sludge spreads slowly through it. Public health inspector Cathy Jin investigates this toxic mold as it infests the city’s infrastructure, rotting it from within, while Sam “Soda” Dalipagic stumbles onto a dangerous cache of data while cruising the streets in his Camry, waiting for his next rideshare alert. On the outskirts of downtown, 13-year-old Henrietta Brakes chases a friend deep underground after he’s snatched into a sinkhole by a creature from below.

All the while, construction of the city’s newest luxury tower, Marigold II, has stalled. Stanley Marigold, the struggling son of the legendary developer behind this project, decides he must tap into a hidden reserve of old power to make his dream a reality — one with a human cost.

#horror #new books #new library books #Book Recommendations #book recs #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #TBR pile #tbrpile #tbr #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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ginger-grimm · 2 years

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TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death!

Flora looked out of the passenger side window as her uncle drove down the country road towards Baycliff. Daniel had asked her her entire senior year of high school why, out of all places, she chose Baycliff College for her higher education. She’d gotten offers to Harvard, Stanford, and a plethora of other great colleges. Baycliff was where the elderly and small families went to settle down, not a young woman from Manhattan who had the world at her fingertips. But she had insisted on wanting a quieter life in college than she did in high school, so Daniel didn’t press for further explanations. As long as she focused on her studies and found some better friends than the ones she had back home, she was free to choose where she went to college.

At least the scenery was pretty. Baycliff was surrounded by beautiful woods. All the trees were thick with healthy green leaves, gently moving about in the late summer wind. Flora got goosebumps as they drove deeper into the woods. When she was younger, her mother had instilled horrific tales about kids that go into the woods and never returned to her mind. Flora knew these were just tall tales told to a shivering kid in her cushy Manhattan townhouse, but she also knew that realistically people walked into the woods never to be seen again all the time. There was just something incredibly unsettling about being surrounded by nothing but silence and trees. Thinking about the things or people lurking in it made her heart beat faster.

The sky was getting darker and darker above them and soon enough rain began to hit the windshield of Daniel’s SVU. “Wasn’t expecting rain today,” Flora said.

“Yeah, the weather’s been going a bit crazy lately, hasn’t it?”

“Rain always makes me sad.”

Daniel looked over at her, a warm smile gracing his face. “I like the rain. It’s great when you’re cozying up inside, take a little nap.”

“But not when you’re in the middle of a storm,” Flora told him. She looked at her phone. “How much longer?”

“About ten minutes.”

Flora nodded, looking out the window once more. Her heart raced thinking about her first day at college. She had always been able to hold her own with even the most bitchy girls at her private high school. But this was a small, tight-knit community. Rarely anyone from any further than three towns away ever came to Baycliff, but Flora had wanted a less fast-paced and more communal college experience. And yet, she had never been this far away from home. Not that her parents were ever home much, if at all, but she would miss seeing her uncle immensely. Flora unlocked her phone, opening up her camera to snap some pictures of Daniel. He turned to her with a goofy-looking grin.

“Stop it! I need to stay focused,” he said, though there was a playful laugh accompanying his admonishing words.

“Then stay focused, uncle Dan! I won’t see you until Thanksgiving. I need some pictures to remember you by.”

“You have enough in your photo albums.”

Flora sighed. “Okay, fine. You’re right,” she laughed, turning off her phone once more. “Can I turn on the radio? It’s so quiet.”

“Sure,” Daniel said. Flora leaned forward and pushed on the dial to turn on the radio. “But none of that EDM stuff, please. It makes my head hurt.”

“I know, I know,” she turns the dial until she reaches a station with varying genres of music. Over the Rainbow was playing. Perfect. Flora let out a delighted gasp. “It’s our song!”

Daniel laughed again as his niece began to sing along to the song. He would miss these moments with her. He hadn’t truly dealt with her growing up. Neither had he dealt with the fact that he wouldn’t see her as much in the future. He smiled, looking ahead at the road. The woods were starting to clear as the town came into view. There were a couple of lonely houses along the road, a diner, the local police department, then the high school.

Flora marveled at the scenery. She hadn’t known anything but high-rises and fancy boutiques and restaurants her entire life. She knew her excitement was somewhat misplaced. It was a town like any other, after all, but this was a new chapter of her life. The one that would start the rest of it.

“Alright, here we are,” Daniel announced as they pulled into the college parking lot. The rain had stopped by now, but the sky was still dark. The campus was mostly deserted, aside from a couple of stragglers carrying their bags into the dorm rooms. Daniel turned off the car and Flora almost instantly jumped out of it like a child to grab her bags from the trunk. “Be careful, please!”

Flora clicked open the door to the trunk and began to carefully pile her luggage onto the pavement as Daniel emptied the backseat of her extra boxes. She looked at her luggage and boxes, hands planted onto her hips firmly. A slight crease formed in between her brows. She had severely limited her rack of clothing, donating most of it to charity and dividing the rest of what she didn’t want amongst friends. Even so, it still felt like she had brought way too much. Maybe she could thin the herd a little more by giving some other stuff away.

“Do you think they have a clothes drive or something here?” she asked her uncle. She hadn’t registered the shouting before someone’s body hit her at full speed, sending them both tumbling to the ground with a thud.

“Flora!” she heard her uncle yell over the ringing in her ears.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” another voice rang out. She felt a weight being lifted off of her. “River, man, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you coming at all.”

River stretched out his hand for her to grab. Flora groaned, grabbing it. River pulled her up off the floor. Daniel rushed over to her side. “Watch where you’re going next time!”

River’s friend pulled him back to his side, he looked mortified. He opened his mouth to say something, but Flora cut him off. “It’s fine, uncle Dan. Just a little jolt.”

“No, your uncle is right. I’ve been telling Riv to knock off skating on the quad forever, but,” he said, giving River and a chiding look. It became apparent who the adult in their friendship was. “My friend will never listen,” he added, his jaw clenched.

River raised his hands in an apologetic motion. “Seriously, I’m so sorry. I didn’t pay attention at all. That is my bad. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Flora nodded with a laugh. “Yes, promise. No harm done,” she assured him. “I’m Flora. Yang. Flora Yang.”

“Nice to meet you, Flora Yang,” River said, stretching out his hand once more. “River Reed, pleased to meet you.”

The two shook hands. “My name’s Leo Murphy, equally as pleased to meet you,” he said, giving her a mock salute, which Flora mimicked instantly. If all people at Baycliff were as fun as the two guys, her time here would be perfectly manageable.

Daniel cleared his throat. “Oh!” Flora exclaimed. “Yes, of course. This is my uncle Dan. He’s a detective, so hide your illegal substances immediately!”

River’s jaw dropped almost instinctively. “Oh, shit.” Both Daniel and Leo’s eyes widened in almost comical unison as they both looked at the young man. River laughed. “Just kidding, I’m not into all that.”

There was an odd sense of relief washing over everyone. Flora really did not want to see her uncle arrest one of her classmates before school even started. Leo sighed. “Dude, what the hell?” he lightly hit his friend in the arm, who, in turn, just raised them defensively. Flora began to wonder how many times River’s obvious class clown attitude had gotten him in trouble over the years.

Leo shook his head, turning back to the uncle and niece duo. “I’m so sorry about him. He never let go of his middle school days.”

“They were my best years after all,” River said with a smirk. He took a quick glance at Flora’s luggage, pointing his skateboard at it. “I think to make up for this whole mess we should help you carry your stuff in.”

Flora opened her mouth, waving them off. “Oh, no, no, no, no, that’s not necessary at all.”

“I insist,” River told her, putting his hands over his heart. “I flattened you and I almost gave your uncle a heart attack. I’m a rascal, not a monster.”

Flora laughed again. “Alright, have at it,” she said, waving over her pile of things. River pinned his skateboard between his upper arm and torso, grabbing hold of one of her suitcases.

“Anything that needs careful handling?” Leo asked, waving his hands cautiously over everything. Flora shook her head. Leo nodded. “Alright then,” he said, picking up two of the boxes. “Which room will you be staying in?”

“Uhm, 25, second floor,” she replied as she picked up her other suitcase and backpack.

River chuckled. “You’re bunking with kooky pants.”

“What?” Flora asked.

Leo sighed. “Ignore him. He’s feeding into nasty rumors. Sammie’s a nice girl. She’s just been through a lot.”

“She draws pictures of dead bodies, dude.”

“So she has some morbid fascinations,” Leo said as he bumped open the door to their dorms with his back, holding it open for everyone else. “That doesn’t make her a bad person. I’ve seen you watch all three Human Centipede movies with a smile on your face.”

The group made their way to the stairwell. Flora listened to the bickering pair, all the while marveling at the gorgeous structure of the place. Dark hardwood floors, walls painted white but a softer shade which went easier on the eyes. There were plants carefully placed about the lobby, not too many and not too few, plenty of varieties as well. The walls were lined with pictures of students during various activities, everything from football to debate teams. Carefully placed in a nook nearby the staircase was a small cubicle with a security guard reading this morning’s newspaper seated inside.

“Because they’re hilarious!” River exclaimed, before waving at the guard. “Afternoon, Al!”

Al waved at everyone absent-mindedly. “River.” he greeted politely.

River turned back to Flora. “Don’t worry, he’s totally cool,” he whispered to her, a mischievous smile adorned his face. Flora smiled and continued to take in her surroundings as they made their way up to the second floor. "So you're pretty much gonna hear the whole college-related spiel from the school's coordinator and our prison warden, but, they're only gonna tell you the kind of stuff that pertains to school."

"So, no alcohol or drugs, attend your classes, keep all frat parties from turning into complete and utter chaos, mind your neighbors in your dorms, etc.," Leo chimed in.

"Exactly, nothing ever changes," River told her. Once they reached the second floor, he pulled open the heavy steel door to the hallway with the dorm rooms. The inside was bustling already. Clearly everyone had immediately started seeking shelter from the rain as soon as they arrived instead of exploring the building, which was understandable considering the people living in the dorms were uprooting their entire lives. Flora wondered how many people were here from outside of Baycliff.

The floor was lined with rough, light blue carpeting which most likely hurt on bare feet. The walls were the same shade of white as the walls in the lobby. There was one big window at the end of the hallway which provided a view to the woods surrounding the dormitories. The campus of Baycliff college was located right at the edge of town, with the rest of everything maybe ten minutes away.

“You look like you just wandered into Narnia,” Leo noted with a slight grin on his face.

Flora laughed, looking between the boys and her uncle. She knew they all thought she was crazy. “Is it that obvious?”

River nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. You look like a kid in a candy store. Is this really better-looking to you than any fancy house you’ve ever lived in?”

“The townhouse got so boring after a while,” Flora shrugged. “When you’re always staring at the same four walls there isn’t much to look at after a while.”

Daniel shot his niece a rueful look. His brother and his sister-in-law were rarely ever in the city, jet-setting around the world for most of the year. It was a lonely life for Flora once the nannies weren’t necessary any longer, even with other staff scurrying about the house. Daniel had always wanted to spend more time with his niece, and tried to carve out as much time as possible, but with a job as demanding as his, that wasn’t always possible. He hoped that she would find friends here to keep her company more than he or her parents ever could.

“Point taken,” Leo said as they arrived at room 25. “This will be your new domicile.”

Flora took a step forward, rapping her knuckles on the door as a courtesy to her new roommate. There was no answer, so she turned back. The boys shrugged. Flora opened the door with the keys housing had given her earlier. The room was empty. She walked inside, putting her backpack and suitcase on the bed that was still empty. Daniel and the boys put the rest of her stuff on the left side of the room. Luckily the window in the room was one with a view to the town and not the woods, Flora would have never been able to fall asleep at night otherwise.

She put her hands on her hips, letting out an exhausted sigh. “Alright, thank you boys!”

River gave her another two-finger salute. Leo nodded with a smile. “Of course,” he said. They walked towards the door. “If you wanna hang out after the first assembly, we’ll be in the common room tonight.”

“Yeah, it’s UNO night. I’m practically buzzing with excitement,” River told her sarcastically.

Flora laughed again. “Gotcha! I’ll be there for sure.”

“Nice to meet you, Detective Yang. Safe travels!” Leo said before the two exited the room.

“Thank you!” Daniel said. He turned back to his niece. “They seem…nice.”

Flora broke out into a fit of laughter, almost doubling over. She was surprised her uncle hadn’t said anything during that entire encounter. She straightened out her body, catching her breath before her fit turned into tears and shortness of breath. Flora took a deep breath, wiping a small tear from her eye. “They’re clearly a little out there, but hey, some fun rascals are better than the car thieves and adderall addicts back home. Daniel nodded, though there was still a hint of sadness clouding his eyes. “No, come on now,” she said. She walked over to him, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. “This is not the time for sadness. This is exciting!”

“For you, maybe, I’m losing my best friend.”

“Well maybe that’s a good thing. You could use friends your own age.”

Daniel put a hand on his heart. “Ouch,” he said, breaking out into a fit of laughter of his own. “Alright, fine, that made my exit a hundred times easier.”

“Seriously though,” Flora told him once he’d calmed down. She looked him in the eyes. “I’m gonna miss you. A lot. No one dances the macarena like you,” she added, mocking the moves of the dance.

Daniel shook his head, an amused smile on his face. “You will never let me live that one time down,” he said. Flora shook her head vehemently. “I’ll miss you too, my little flower.”

He pulled her into a tight hug. This was not easy for either of them. It seemed like neither of the two wanted to let go, but both knew one of them would have to. So, after what seemed like five minutes, Flora made the first move and pulled away from her uncle. She looked at him once more. At this point there were tears in her eyes which she could not keep at bay. “Alright, I should start unpacking. I have like an hour before the mandatory meeting for freshmen starts and I want to get a dent in this stuff before then.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I should head back out on the road before traffic becomes a nightmare,” he told her as he walked towards the door.

She waved at him one last time, so did he. “Stay safe! Call me when you get the chance.”

“You too. Love you.”

“Love you too, uncle Dan. Bye!”

Flora plopped down onto her bed once her uncle was out of sight. She sighed, finally catching a glimpse of the other side of the room. It was already decorated and finished. Clearly her roommate had already been here for a while. River wasn’t exaggerating, Sammie’s side of the room was decorated mostly black. Dark fabric was affixed to the wall, creepy but beautiful drawings of demons, monsters, human skills and the like were pinned over the fabric. Some wilted, black-dyed roses were placed in the empty spaces in between. River was right. It was creepy. But there was a certain dark charm to it. Flora checked her phone, there was a pang in her heart once she realized that her uncle wasn’t coming back anytime soon. She had never been the type of person to experience homesickness. Sleepovers, overnight field trips, vacations, all usually worked out just fine, but this was a bigger stale.

She got off the bed and began to unzip her suitcase to distract herself, tucking her dark hair behind her ear in the process. There was a wooden wardrobe placed at the foot of her bed, the small desk and chair placed beneath the window were wooden as well, all of the furniture was the same hazel brown color. There was an empty bulletin board hanging over the headboard of her bed.

Flora began to pull her neatly-folded sweaters from her suitcase and put them on the bed, before walking over to the wardrobe and pulling open the doors. She carefully placed her sweaters, then pants, and tank tops on the empty shelves. Then she hung up her jackets, blouses and dresses. She placed her binders on the desk and spread her blanket over her bed.

By the time she had unpacked most of her stuff, half an hour had passed. Flora sighed, looking at her phone once more. “Not that much time left,” she muttered. She put her laptop and tablet beneath her mattress, grabbed her jacket from the chair and headed out the door towards the mess hall on the other side of campus.

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