#library jobs sydney

[akajustmerry]

tried watching heartbreak high......it's a yeah nah from me. 1 episode was enough to remind me why I said I was done with high school teenager media after heartstopper. also as a teacher I just can't derive entertainment from watching my job badly dramatised lmao

#this is nothing against the show really it's nice but I just can't care #also watching these high school shows just make me feel kinda sad and lame #cos I really was just a kid who went to school and came home like I didn't have many friends and when I did we just hung out in the library #played board games and list games and whatever #so I watch these shows where everyone is having sex n partying and kinda just brings up a lot shit for me honestly about feeling inadequate #would love to see a show just about like....teens hanging out and being geeky and at most having crushes that went nowhere #also I really do feel sad about how I didn't really know I was gay n stuff in school and the kids in these shows do and it's just. #I truly can't relate to it at all and can't appreciate it as entertainment because I'm just watching my job lmao #also why is heartbreak high trying to be like 'this is the Australian hs experience' when it's very specifically inner big diverse city hs #fucken city Sydney/Melbourne ppl think they're the only ppl on earth tbh

[digenerate-trash]

YAN VALENTINES HEADCANNONS

love interests and a couple extras

Robin ❤❤❤❤❤

Robin is enamored with Valentine's Day. He loves it so much and he wants to celebrate with you. He wants things to go well so he's invested some of his money into flowers. Chocolates maybe some movie tickets for you two. 

Wants to go all out and spend the day with you. 

He might ask you to do some somewhat weird things for him since it's a special day. (he wants to suck your tits gn) 

Will skip school today just to keep you two home

If you don't want to spend Valentine’s Day with him he's just gonna cry and beg. get ready for a guilt trip

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Whitney ❤❤❤

Shoves a stuffed animal in your chest as soon as you see him. Brags about stealing it. (it cost him 30 bucks) 

He hates the lovey-dovey part of Valentine’s but he's a big fan of the PDA that comes with it. Is gonna fuck you more than once on school property 

Gonna leave bite marks bruises hickies and burn marks all over your skin. 

Good luck getting anywhere near a classroom today. Whitney is not going and neither are you. 

Don't expect a romantic date. You're going to the pub and getting drunk with Whitney. 

In the morning you wake up hung over and Whitney is still with you snoring loudly and holding you in a vice grip. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him that's too bad. Says that's fine theirs plenty of sluts just like you. but he's just gonna drag you along anyway. 

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Sydney ❤❤❤❤❤

Corrupt or pure Sydney is just expecting you to spend the day together. 

Pure Sydney is up for some wholesome fun. He’s bought candies for you and gotten you a very thoughtful card corrupt Sydney has done the same but has written the dirtiest fucking message in the card and he's waiting to see your expression 

Pure Sydney wants to maybe share a kiss with you. And corrupt Sydney wants to wreak you over the library desk. 

If you work at the shop corrupt Sydney is asking you which heart-shaped toys you like. He keeps insisting that testing them on you is part of the job

Both of them want to go on a date after school maybe to the cafe for a nice meal and to spend more time with you. 

Both Sydney have to be home by 8 pm. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him that's fine. There's always tomorrow. But he is gonna be passive-aggressive about who you love instead of him

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Kylar ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Valentine's Day with Kylar is awful ngl. 

Your locker is stuffed with drawings and candy and cards of all his most devious thoughts about you. 

Every time you interact with anyone else ++jealousy 

Kylar is all over you. Kisses, grabbing your arm in a death grip telling people you are already married, trying to fuck you any chance he gets. 

Overexcited will do anything you ask (will not leave you alone tho) 

Wants to go on a date and will take you back to his home and try to cook for you (oil fire) 

The date is a disaster He is a mess but he still wants to make today special (he lasts like 10 seconds in bed and has head trauma afterward) 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he's got enough piosin darts and rope to keep you secure. Then every day can be romantic!! 

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Mickey ❤❤

You get one of those little emails with a digital card. 

He doesn't get Valentine's Day

He does invite you to the pub. He wears a mask the whole time and doesn't talk much. He hates being outside. 

Happy to see you. You get a kiss on the forehead

It's only once you both head home that you get the most depraved sick anonymous emails that describe how they want to ruin your body and rape you over and over again until you can't move

Mickey can help block them though. don't worry. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he doesn't mind too much. Unless you're spending it with someone else then he's pissed

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Eden ❤

Doesn't care that it's Valentine's Day. You both have things to do. 

Too busy hunting and getting his shit sorted. 

If you decide to make the day special he's going to feel a lot better about today.

Wants to help with dinner

The most bear-like sex of your life. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him. To bad.

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Avery ❤❤

Has offered to pay you to spend Valentine's with him. 

Fancy restaurant. The hotel was booked afterward and a small gift of chocolates was. 

he's just running through the motions. This day is kinda below him but he's willing to indulge to keep you happy

Indifferent the whole time

Still makes you get the salad

Will break if it turns out you got him a gift as well and suddenly feels horrible. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he offers you double the payment. If that doesn't work he throws a fit and assults you. 

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Black Wolf ❤

Has no idea the significance of this day and doesn't get it when you explain it's a day for lovers. he's still confused 

he's happy you're spending it with him though. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him, that's fine. He doesn't understand the holiday 

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Great Hawk ❤❤❤

Lurker dinner. 

Stolen items for a gift. 

Romantic screeching bird sex. 

he's the perfect gentleman 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him devastated. This is a holiday, especially for couples and you don't wanna??? he's gonna cry

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Alex ❤❤❤❤

Gift of chocolates and a card. 

Spends the whole day leaning on you and kissing you. Never wants to let you go 

Good luck getting work done today

He makes dinner and watches a romantic comedy with you 

Going to fuck you halfway through the movie

Gonna be confused about the plot of the movie after he's rearranged your guts

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he's kinda insulted. Get ready for an interrogation. 

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Bailey ❤

don't give him anything. No gifts no candy no card no nothing. he's gonna yell at you. 

He will also stash it for later but you'll never find it. 

Extra pissed off at you today. 

Locks you in your room 

Doesn't explain why 

Gonna cut you open tonight. 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine's Day with him: Good. 

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Harper ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Kisses!!!! 

Harper gets you a card and tells you to come to his office today

Then drugs you with aphrodisiacs!! 

The whole day is a blur and you have no clue what's transpired. But youre marked to hell with hickies and youre hooked up to an IV 

If you don't wanna spend Valentine's Day with him it turns out that youre not mentally fit to be by yourself. he's already called the asylum. 

#yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #tw violence #tw blood #tw rape #tw drugging #tw doctors #tw malpractice #harper the doctor #bailey the caretaker #alex the farmhand #eden the hunter #great hawk #black wolf #avery the businessperson #mickey the hacker #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #kylar the loner

[morgana-ren]

Leighton, who knows your face but not your name once school is in session. He's never met you before, but you catch his attention in the hallway. You're laughing and giggling with friends, school folder squeezed to your chest and a sweet smile on your face. You walk right past him without a glance, too engrossed in your conversation to notice his leering.

Pretty thing, he thinks, wondering if he has any photos of you.

Surely not. He'd remember someone like you.

Leighton, who sends Sirris out to the cafe as he conducts his 'inspections.' Camera in hand, he lines the girls up and tells them to unbutton their shirts and flash their breasts— for health reasons, of course. He takes his photos as each girl strips and shifts uncomfortably before sending them back to their seats. His grin widens when he realizes you're at the end of the line.

Finally, he thinks.

You lower your blouse over your shoulders and ball your hands on either side of your torso, trying to hide the view from anyone but him, hard swallowing and trying not to meet his eyes. He stares for a moment before finally snapping a few photos, catching your quivering lip in the shot.

"Nice pair,' he says, licking his lips and imagining what it would feel like to jiggle the fat in his palms. You flush, shrinking back as he reaches forward and indulges, running a calloused thumb over the hardening peak. A quick squeeze and he realizes he's out of time.

She'll give me an excuse one day, he thinks, palming his hard cock beneath his desk. All students do at some point or another. You'll end up in his office. He's sure of it.

Leighton, who grows tired of waiting. You're a good girl, it seems. Well liked and behaved. A teacher favorite. So he takes things into his own hands.

He bribes two delinquents to frame you. He doesn't care how.

Just ensure she is sent to me, he tells them. They oblige gleefully. Thank God for this horrible town and the rotten fruit it bears.

Leighton, who is particularly careless with his car the next day. He drives through puddles and parks under trees; he doesn't take the tunnel to work, letting the rain wash over the paint job. Filthy, filthy, filthy.

It won't stay like this for long, he thinks.

You sit in his office after school, squirming and fingering anxiously at your skirt. You've never been here before. You're a good girl.

"I have something special for you today."

He takes you to the private lot, pointing to the sponge and bucket of soapy water sitting beside his car. You look at him and then the bucket incredulously. Surely he doesn't want—

"You'll want to take off your clothes for this," He grins, with far too many teeth. "No sense in getting your little uniform dirty."

You do as you're told. You strip down to your panties and get nice and wet and soapy cleaning his car. He watches attentively— very attentively, legs crossed to hide the throbbing length straining against his slacks.

"You missed a spot," he points, leaning in for a better view as you bend and buff out some dirt on his bumper. Your wet underwear clings to your ass, starting to ride up, and you don't dare pinch at it—

If only he had more time, he thinks.

Leighton, who raises a hand to Sydney in the Library. You rush to his aid, demanding an explanation.

"Supplies have gone missing under their watch," he tells you. "And they are responsible."

You claim equal responsibility, noble little thing that you are.

"Punish me too."

You don't have to tell him twice. Normally he'd have you both over the counter, but he can't pass up the opportunity. He empties the library, and tells Sydney to lock the door behind him. He won't hear any protestation from the little brat. None of it.

"I'm doing as she asked. Now get out."

You cling to the desk as he bends you over and flips your schoolgirl skirt, biting your lip to hide your shame. He takes a good, long look, committing it to memory before slapping the curve of your ass with his hand.

God, what he wouldn't give to—

Oh, wait. He's the headmaster. He can do as he pleases.

Your knees buckle as he crooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and gives them a firm tug down.

"This is a severe infraction, and thus begets a severe punishment. One you won't soon forget."

And one he won't either.

You yelp as he repeatedly cocks his hand back and slaps your bare bottom without mercy, your eyelashes wet and dewy as little silvery tears trail down your cheeks. Your cries border on obscene, and if he tries, he can imagine you're moaning for him like the naughty little thing he knows you are inside.

Your skin turns the most delicious shade, abuse leaving you already turning a cosmic shade of colors from the bruising. He almost pants harder than you do, hardly even needing to touch you to feel his peak approaching. He's horrified, but he can't stop. He's gone far past the 'deserved' punishment but the way you mewl and whimper has his mind obscured with hazy pink lust.

"H-headmaster!"

"Please let me go!"

"I'll be a good girl, I promise!"

He has to stop. He has to. If he doesn't, he's going to make a mess of his trousers.

A mess that should be on your teary little face and jiggling tits and all over your pretty cunt and deep in your bruising ass

With a final blow, he releases your arms, trying to catch his breath. You stay bent and sobbing long enough for him to catch a quick photo on his cell.

(Never the cell phone. Never ever the cell phone. Too traceable, too damning— but he can't bear to forget the sight in every marvelous detail. Before the shape of his hand disappears from your creamy skin and his handiwork heals over.)

Leighton, who leans over you as you sob, large hand grabbing a rough handful of your ass, snarling in your ear.

"You're a naughty little brat, and I'll be seeing you again soon. Mark my words."

He knows you feel his eagerness as he presses against you; there's no way you can't feel the hot, hard length practically ready to pop behind his zipper. His face is as red as your behind and he can tell if he doesn't pull away now, he'll have you here and now. He wouldn't be able to stop himself— couldn't control it.

Leighton, who turns without another word, leaving you heaving and weeping against the counter, bottom bared and practically bleeding.

Leighton, who beelines to his office, locking himself inside before making the mess he so longs to all over the printed pictures he has of your exposed tits and pouting lips.

It's not the same.

It's not the fucking same.

Leighton, who decides in that moment that he can't live if he can't defile you himself. He wants to feel those tight, wet walls constrict around his cock, velvety and hot. He wants to spread your legs and work you over until you're a panting, moaning mess, begging him to stop—

To keep going.

Leighton, the educator, who would be remiss in his position if he didn't teach you all about sexuality. About the dirty things humans do in the dark. About what a mouth is truly capable of and that your ass is used for more than just discipline.

Leighton, the headmaster, who announces to the school the very next day that he'll be rewarding all of his best students with private positions in his office for extra credit.

Leighton, your headmaster, who makes it mandatory.

#degrees of lewdity #leighton the headteacher #leighton the headmaster #Leighton dol #yeah this isnt the actual piece i was working on but its something small #enjoy the depraved filth #utterly gross right #why oh why do i love older men who abuse authority and clearly have a temper problem

[angelgoeslewd]

Kitty!PC is being SLEPT. ON.

Whitney pulling your tail to get their attention, stroking it to make you cum

Giving Kylar a tail job while you push him up against the bathroom wall and cuddle into his chest

Sleeping in Robin's lap. Period.

Sunbathing and falling asleep in the library, Sydney watches your kitty ear twich as you sleep and whisper-yells at anyone talking too loud so they don't wake you up

Bailey absolutely tries to get to to hunt mice around the orphanage. You won't do it. You prefer fish.

The dock workers love you. They feed you pieces of freshly caught fish in exchange to stroke your head.

Avery showers you in kitty themed objects, paw print socks, bows for your ears, stockings with lace and ribbon. You're his show-kitty.

Ok... you will hunt mice. But only for Alex. He's appreciative of you keeping his barn clean. Calls you his barncat.

Eden is kinda confused but is horny the minute you show him how sneaky you are and how well you can hunt.

You love to spend time in the bathroom, 'freshening up.' Bailey has bust down the door and dragged you out by your collar more times then you can count on one hand. You are the reason there is no lock on the bathroom door.

Also. Bailey sprays you with water when you're bad

Leighton is always finding ways to put his hand on your tail. He'll spank you with his hand to be able to touch it. Loves to watch it twitch. You might get detention just so he can fawn over you. Also loves the feeling of your rough tongue on his cock. Puts a bell on you.

Mason... has trouble getting you to swim. You have accidentally clawed him trying to get you out more than once. You make up for it by licking his wounds with your rough tongue.

If you get into trouble with Wren, be careful. He will keep you collared in his room and take pictures to sell. Takes you for walks. Ends with him fucking you when you try to sunbath.

You'd be Briar's house cat. You have a silk pillow to lay on by his side, the finest clothes, he'd take you every where... you are the shining star of his brothel. Miss Kitty's Mondays really draws in the crowd... breastmilk drinking is the main event 😉

#kitty!pc #dol #bailey the caretaker #DoL #degrees of lewdity #avery the businessperson #briar the brothel owner #mason the swimming teacher #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #eden the hunter #wren the smuggler #leighton the headteacher #leighton the headmaster #alex the farmhand #robin the orphan #sydney the fallen #☕ of dol #angelic songs

[loveroflewdity]

I CANNOT wait for the pregnancy content I have like the biggest breeding kink, trying to get my main girl bred by either Sydney or Kylar rn (and threw in one Leighton cummie because I thought it would be really funny to have his kid)

Like, I want Kylar to go just FERAL when they find out that they got u pregnant, coming with you to all your classes, stalking you wayyyy more often than before being super protective and also their lust stat just going bonkers and being at like 80 - 100 all the time 🤤🤤🤤🤤

For Sydney it would of course depend on their purity, pure Syd just checking in on you and rubbing ur belly whenever you come to the library and giving it lil kisses while they fawn over u, making sure that if ur working at the sex shop that you're not doing anything too intensive etc.

Corrupt Sydney though???? They would be such a lil freak abt it I think, not like Kylar but more just like, if u visit them in the library they're keeping a hand on ur belly the whole time, grabbing your hip when someone comes to return a book, making u sit on their lap so they can keep you close, giving you reasons to bend over so they can sneak peeks at ur chest, when they're fucking you they're rubbing ur belly and holding you tight and telling u how they'd put another in you if they could <33333

Also Sirris would be so happy and loving towards you when they find out ur pregnant with Syd's kid, like they basically become the parent u never had spoiling both u and the baby and making u move in and being so nice to you

(can u tell Sydney is my favorite lol)

Avery would be probably pretty hands off, making you do most of it, but if they asked you on dates for super public things they'd have you bring the baby with so they could act like the doting parent bc u know they gotta keep up appearances; they'd probably make sure you always have enough money for things though, and sometimes you'd go to their place and have actually really nice evenings with them and ur kid (as long as their rage is like super low)

Whitney (as Vrel said) would be a p good parent, I think they probably had / have at least one younger sibling that they take care of, and so they kinda get how it is with a child, they'd probably relax a lot, definitely stop bullying you but still would have some issues with being close because they're a bit emotionally constipated lol, also would think you're pretty hot while you're pregnant, they'd probably find more ways to mess around with you in public (than they already do) and show off how they've claimed you completely <3

Robin would probably freak out at first and would be so worried about being a good parent the whole time, but they'd definitely be there as much as possible; they might end up doing some of the mire unsavory jobs willingly so that they can try to take some of the burden off you while you're pregnant, would probably be a little scared to do much sex with you because they don't wanna hurt the baby and they're a sweetheart :)

Alex would probably be pretty good at being a parent as well, I think it'd be a similar situation with Whitney where they have siblings that they've had to take care of, plus the added bonus of not having to live in the orphanage helps a lot, would probably be worried about u not being as close to the hospital as u could be but I think you'd reassure them and they'd be fine, would probably be somewhat into u being pregnant? I think it would be a little less hot to them because they're so used to it with the animals that it's just a normal thing to them, on the flip side, they might be like actually super into it (could rival Kylar) but have conflicted feelings about it

Eden would probably be pretty happy, maybe somewhat worried about getting enough food for you and the baby, would definitely think it's super hot though, probably would call you Mama or something like that when you're having sex and wanna have a whole bunch of kids running around eventually (they have a huuuuge breeding kink I think)

Great Hawk and Black Wolf are probably pretty similar, they're both overjoyed to hear that ur pregnant (they probably tell you that u are in fact) and are somewhat doting on you but also doing things that they claim are good for the baby like having u drink their cum or smth idk

With Black Wolf of course comes some dynamics of like ur status in the pack because of being pregnant with their pups or whatever, all the other wolves are probably way more gentle with you and respectful bc they don't wanna get in trouble (also I know BW already has some preg content but I haven't experienced it so I will be writing my own thank u very much)

Can write more about some of the NPCs later if anyone wants to hear my thoughts about them :)

#lover's posts #lovely lil rambles #degrees of lewdity #dol sydney #dol kylar #dol avery #dol alex #dol eden #dol great hawk #dol black wolf #dol robin #dol whitney

[metalmonki]

Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited) Part 2

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

4.5k word count

Summary After completely ignoring Deans warning you find yourself reunited with the Winchesters after a perplexing case brings them back down under.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

Warnings mention and description of death

Original / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

It has been a year since I met the Winchesters. I tried so hard to get back to life as it was before the Winchesters but knowing there were things out there that could kill me at any moment made it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. So, I decided to hit the road. I packed up my most important belongings into my car, dropped out of university and began looking for other hunters. It’s not like the Winchesters left me a how-to guide on hunting monsters. I travelled around leaving messages for hunters everywhere I could think of monster books in libraries, on notice boards, online chat boards everywhere. It took 2 months, but I was finally contacted by a guy named Johnny. Johnny owned a roadhouse out near Broken Hill which was one of many hubs for hunters. Johnny gave me a list of known hunters’ hubs, a list of tools I would need and a job to get me started. ‘An easy find and burn’ he said. He recommended I stick to jobs at the hubs for now and that I would slowly learn what to look for to find my own jobs. Which is how I got to the job I was working today.

I had driven through the night to get back to Sydney to the suburb of Blacktown where my story began. This was the first time I had been back since everything that happened with the boys. It was also a similar case that brought me back. A ghost was causing accidents at the local pool and had so far caused 11 deaths. Something needed to be done soon. The latest incident occurred the week before. A kid who was paraplegic had seemingly stood up from her wheelchair climbed up onto a diving board and drove headfirst onto the cement below. The ghost was ramping up putting the case at the top of my list. Before I got working on the case though I wanted to book into a hotel, have a hot shower, eat and sleep. I found a hotel close to the pool with vaccines and pulled in. I pulled up to the office and hopped out of my car. I walked in and managed to book a room quite quickly without much fuss. I walked back out to my car and drove over to my given room. As I parked a certain car caught my eye. Everything else was quickly forgotten as I ran to the room the car was parked in front of. I stopped to catch my breath before knocking on the door.

“Well, well look who we have here” Dean crossed his arms as he opened the door smirk on his face.

“Hay Dean” I smiled.

“Y/N is that you?” Sam asked.

“In the flesh,” I said, “What brings you two back to town?”

“Working this case, a friend of ours called us after he got a call from a friend here, some ghost killing a bunch of people at a pool,” Dean said.

“What a coincidence I’m working that case too, it’s been on my radar for the last 3 months but it’s really ramped up in the last month so I figured I should probably get my ass back here and take care of it”.

“I thought I told you to stay away from all this” Dean suddenly got mad.

“I tried Dean, I really did I just couldn’t shake it, I was second-guessing everything and everyone and I felt like I needed to do this to feel safe” I recoiled at his words.

“I told you there were other people like us doing this job so you could be safe, trust me this isn’t the life you want”.

“You packed up and went back to the States, you left me here where there are barely any hunters what do you expect me to do?” I snapped back.

“I expected you to listen to me” Dean yelled jabbing a finger to the ground.

I flinched away from Dean. Something he immediately noticed. I could tell from the look on his face that Dean regretted his actions. He tried reaching out to touch my arm, but I moved back away from him. He sighed and moved out of the doorway allowing me into the room. Sam motioned for me to come over to the sole table in the room where he was busy working away on his laptop. Dean on the other hand moved to sit on his bed on the opposite side of the room. Sam ran me through everything they had found so far. He told me about a friend of theirs named Bobby who had been contacted by a hunter here who was in over their heads on the case. It was something I had noticed too and had only served to motivate me more to become a hunter. I had found myself over the last year picking up the harder cases that other hunters struggled to complete. I had made contacts in all the hunters’ roadhouses in Australia and had hardly had a day to myself since. I told Sam about Johnny a name he instantly recognised, apparently, he had been the one to call Bobby to request the boy's help after many other hunters had come up short.

“What have you found so far?” I asked Sam.

“Well, I found out that the earliest accident recorded at the pool was 2 months after it opened,” Sam said.

“I found that too during my initial research, she was running, slipped on the wet floor and became impaled on a sign pole, not a nice way to go but doesn’t seem like something to create a vengeful spirit either”.

“My thoughts exactly” Sam sighed “But I can’t find anything about the place being built on a burial ground or sacred site or anything”.

“So, what you saying is there is no reason for these deaths to be amping up at this joint?” Dean finally joined the conversation.

“Well, none we can find” I said, “This is why I avoid the case for so long, every time I’ve looked at it I haven’t been able to find a reason, nothing I know of could be causing this, nothing Johnny knows of could be causing this, maybe Bobby might know something?”

“I’ll call him,” Sam said.

Sam grabbed his phone and left the room. I looked at Dean with confusion. We were working this case together so why would Sam leave the room? Dean mumbled something about Sam thinking best when he was walking around. I just shrugged and stayed at the table waiting for Sam to come back. Dean and I had fallen into an uncomfortable silence. I knew he wasn’t happy with me being here and giving everything up to be a hunter, but I didn’t see any other choice. I knew the dangers; I knew a life as a hunter was a short life but if it meant I made a difference while I was still here then so be it. Dean needed to know this.

“Dean…”

“Save it, I know I’m not going to be able to change your mind, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you leave my side” Dean looked over at me “I wanted to save you from this life, I wanted you to walk away and never look back, I don’t want you to end up broken like me”.

“It’s not like I have anything to lose, my father abandoned me, my mother and I barely talk, and I don’t exactly have any other family, just friends and as far as they know I came into a small fortune and I’m off travelling the world” I sighed.

“Sounds like every hunter origin story I’ve heard before” Dean chuckled coldly.

“Why what’s your story?” I asked.

“Mum died, Dad abandoned us then he died, I’m one of the lucky ones though because I got Sammy and I guess now I have your dumbass to look out for too”. Dean smiled over at me.

“You make that sound like a bad thing” I laughed.

“Oh, it is, you’re a pain in my ass” Dean laughed too.

“Who me? Nah I’m delightful”.

It was then that Sam walked back into the room. He was greeted by the site of Dean and I laughing our asses off completely different from how he had left us. He looked between us before awkwardly starting to explain that Bobby would investigate the situation, contact some other hunters in the area he knew and call Sam back if he found anything. Until then Dean decided it would be best if we grabbed some food and called it a night. Dean left Sam and me to clean up the table while he went to get the world’s smallest McDonald’s burgers. Sam and I just shook our heads at him and continued to clean the table. We talked about what the guys had been up to since they were last here and everything I had done. He was quite impressed at just how quickly I had learnt to look for signs that something was out of the ordinary and my ability to research and remove the problem. Turns out they had heard from Bobby that there was a badass new hunter on the scene out here but had no clue it was me. It didn’t take us long to clean off the table and for Dean to return with food. He dumped the bags on the table and began tossing burgers at each of us. He then started cursing when he reached for the fries to find they had all fallen out in the bag. Sam and I just shook our heads at Dean and started on our burgers while Dean fixed the fries. After we had eaten, we all agreed that we should get some sleep while we waited for Bobby to get back to us. Sam went off to shower first while Dean kicked off his shoes and flopped into bed. I on the other hand moved for the door planning on sleeping in my car for the night.

“Where are you staying?” Dean suddenly asked stopping me in my tracks.

“Probably going to sleep in my car until this one is over why?” I asked turning towards Dean.

“You can’t be serious”.

“Well, normally I would look for a free camping ground but we’re in the middle of a city, luckily I recently found this really cool blow-up bed thing, you move your seats forward and put it in the back seat and it acts like a real bed, it's comfy to sleep on too” I started to ramble.

“Like hell you’re sleeping in your car, take my bed and I’ll take the couch” Dean grumbled getting up from his bed.

 “Dean I can’t kick you to the lounge again” I sighed.

“Nonsense hunters need a safe place to sleep”.

“We don’t exactly get paid Dean; I do odd jobs in the towns I’m in between or sometimes even during hunts just to get enough to eat and to put fuel in my car I can’t afford a hotel room”.

“And that’s where credit card scams come into it” Dean smirked.

“How? I mean you would need fake IDs and birth certificates not to mention the limits, eventually they would cut the card off”.

“Bobby hooks us up with a whole host of fake IDs cops, FBI, CIA, you name it, the trick with credit cards is to get the card with the highest amount of money on it, for instance, a card with a limit of $10,000 before repayments are needed then use it for the case and before you get out of dodge you withdraw the remain amount, that way when they come looking for Mr Hector Rodriguez it looks like he never left the town”

“Jesus Dean that’s insane”.

“That’s the life” Dean shrugged making himself comfy on the lounge.

I took my shoes off and made myself comfy on the bed while waiting for Sam to be done with the shower. The plan was to use the bathroom to change but I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because I nodded off. I awoke the next morning to an empty room. Dean’s Impala was gone too. They must have heard back from Bobby and had headed off to chase a lead. Kinda sucked that they didn’t wake me up first but nothing I could do about that now. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV mostly for background noise before heading to my car to grab a change of clothes. Clothes in hand I headed for the shower. I always found the shower to be the best place to organise my day. I turned the water on, making the heat as high as possible before it became intolerable. As the shower screen fogged I began to write out my plan for the day. First I would need to find some breakfast, then I would need to find the guys. The hang-up there was I didn’t have either of their numbers to call them and I certainly wasn’t going to be driving aimlessly around a huge ass city to find them. I washed myself down and begrudgingly turned off the water. I exited the shower and went to grab a towel when to my horror I realized there were only 2 towels. I dug through the room but came up empty-handed when it came to another towel. I returned to the bathroom and looked at the two towels on the rack. At this point, I was almost dry so I grabbed the obviously unused towel and quickly dried what wasn’t dry, hanging the towel back up as neat as possible when I was done. Once I was dry and dressed I grabbed my phone and keys before heading out to my car. I was honestly quite surprised that Dean had managed to pick which car was his and which was mine. The engine revved to life as I made myself comfortable in the car. I drove to Mcdonalds' to grab a breakfast deal. Once I had a full stomach I figured I might as well continue investigating the case on my own. I went through the drive-through and was told to wait for my food to be ready. As I was waiting I pulled out my phone to continue my research. It was then I noticed I had a text message from Dean which caught me off guard considering I never put his number in my phone.

Hay sleeping beauty when you get this give me a call. If I don’t answer I put Sammy’s number in your phone too.

I chuckled to myself before hitting the dial. After a couple of rings, Dean picked up.

“Hay enjoy your sleep?” Dean laughed

“It was great thank you, your bed is very comfy”

“At least someone is enjoying my bed” Dean chuckled

“Yeah you should really try it sometime, it's so comfy and warm, would put you straight to sleep” I taunted

“Pfft who would want an awesome bed when they have a perfect lounge to sleep on”

“Where are you anyway?” I laughed on the phone

“About to head to the pool” Dean sighed “We’ve exhausted the library they have nothing on the pool that we didn’t already know so seems the only place left is the pool”

“Have fun with that, I’m getting breakfast, oh look and here it comes” I squealed winding down the window

“Yeah, yeah stuff your face then get your ass over here” Dean chuckled hanging up the phone

I took my food with a thank you before pulling around into the parking lot. I parked my car before starting my breakfast. It didn’t take me long to finish my food. I tossed my rubbish in a close by bin and began the short drive to the pool. When I arrived I parked towards the back of the lot and headed inside. It annoyed me more than it should of that I had to pay to enter the pool even though I had no intention of swimming. But being that I was on my own it would have been weird to pay to watch. I walked down the ramp into the main pool area which consisted of a wave pool, splash pool and two 25 meter pools. It wasn’t overly busy so it didn’t take any more than a quick glance to spot Sam and Dean. It also helped that they were the only people in the build in suits. They were standing near the wave pool controls speaking to a lifeguard. I started making my way towards it but was quickly halted when I heard the lifeguard giggle. It was a giggle I would know anywhere, it sent an ice-cold shiver down my spine. I almost wanted to turn around and run back to the safety of my car and wait for Sam and Dean to be done. The only thing that stopped me was that Dean had spotted me and gave me a wink causing the lifeguard to look over her shoulder towards me. I tucked my shoulders back, held my head high and wandered over to them. Upon reaching them, however, my mouth began spewing out words before my brain could filter them.

“Hay Babe” I pushed myself against Dean's side “I thought I would come for a swim while you do what you need to do but I don’t have any swimmer” Oh the cringe I cringed. “Oh hi Rachel haven’t seen you since graduation, still lifeguarding I see”

“Y/n yes I am it pays quite good money how did you end up with such a handsome man?” She crossed her arms and gave me a dirty look

“Oh well as you probably heard I’ve been travelling the world and it was during a trip through America that I found this handsome man” I smiled up at Dean

“Lucky you” Rachel scoffed

“Yeah lucky me” I smiled up at Dean

“Anyway baby here is my card go get yourself some swimmers and have a good time”

“Thank you” I took the card and gave Dean a quick peck on the cheek before running off.

“Now if you don’t mind we would like to ask all the staff about the incident” I heard Dean say before I was out of earshot.

I went to the main counter and purchased a swimsuit. It was honestly one of the things I left behind when I packed up and left because I didn’t think it was something I would ever use again. Once I had the swimsuit in hand I went to find Sam and Dean again to return his card thank him for the help and apologise for putting him on the spot like that. I wandered back into the main pool area and began looking for Sam and Dean again. I quickly found Dean standing at the edge of the splash pool speaking with a lifeguard. I was about to start walking towards him when a hand suddenly came down on my shoulder. I jumped and spun around ready to punch whoever had touched me.

“Wow easy there” Sam chuckled

“Sam why would you do that” I slapped him on the chest

“I didn’t mean to scare you just figured I should fill you in before you blow anymore of our cover story”

“Yeah sorry about that” I dropped my head

“Oh it’s fine no harm done” Sam smiled “Anyway we were researching the deaths this morning and one of them happened to be a young girl on a holiday from America so Dean and I thought we could come in and ask some questions under the guise of being from the American Embassy investigating on behalf of the parents”

“That’s actually pretty smart, I will go change into these swimmers then and stay out of your way, oh also can you give Dean back his card” I handed it off to Sam “I feel kinda bad for taking it”

“Well it’s not our money anyway so nothing to feel bad about” Sam smirked

I laughed at that statement and walked away with a wave towards the female changing room. Only two other people were in the changing room when I walked in. Two young girls likely no older than 18. It looked like they had been for their swim and were getting ready to shower and change. I ducked into an empty changing booth on the opposite side of the changing room from them. They were giggling and whispering between themselves when I walked by. If only they knew what was happening here. Happening in the world. I quickly slipped into the swimsuit, no easy feat when you and the suit are both dryer than the Sahara desert. Just as I bundled my clothes up in my arms and was about to open the door the room was suddenly filled with a blood-curdling scream. I dropped my clothes and quickly threw open the door. One of the girls from earlier was now pressed up against the wall on the opposite side of the room while the other girl lay motionless on the floor. I ran over to the girl on the floor dropping down by her side. I assessed her for any signs of life. She was gone, her neck broken. I stood up and walked over to the other girl as other people began pushing their way into the bathroom. Sam and Dean were among them. When they saw what had happened they began pushing people back from the room and asking for someone to call emergency services. I took the other girl into my arms and shielded her face from the sight encouraging her to look away while nodding to Sam and Dean. I knew they would have to leave the building quickly but quietly while I stayed behind to answer questions. I tried asking the girl what happened but all I could get was the word why spoken in a whisper between sobs. I just stood there holding her rubbing circles into her back while waiting for help to arrive.

It seemed to take forever but was likely no more than 15 minutes before the police and ambulance were on the scene. The police stood back and allowed the paramedics to do their thing. Once they had confirmed there was nothing they could do for the girl on the floor they turned to her friend. They checked her over before walking her out of the building to a waiting ambulance. The police followed them making sure I stayed put in the room first. I went back to where I had discarded my clothes. I gathered them up and sat on the bench that was running the length of the room. I held my clothes to my chest suddenly feeling naked in the now empty room. This wasn’t the first time I had seen a dead body and living the life I chose I knew it wouldn’t be the last. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t still jarring to the sense. The absolute motionlessness of her body. No rise and fall of her chest, no little jerks that would be expected from someone playing dead, the normal pink hue you see in living people gone, just like that in the blink of an eye. I closed my eyes and prayed she went quickly.

The quiet of the room was soon broken by footsteps. I looked up to see crime scene techs and coroners entering the room. They completely ignored my presence and went about looking over the dead girl and the room. The only contact any of them had with me was a woman who came over and asked me for my clothes. I asked her why in confusion since they had been nowhere near the girl but she insisted it was needed just in case and they would get them back to me as soon as possible. I handed her my clothes with a sigh and filled in the paperwork she handed me in return. I had no choice but to give her my mother's address to return the clothes to as I had nowhere else to send them. I watched as the coroner bagged the girl's body up and removed her from the room while the techs continued to take pictures and talk amongst themselves about theories of what had happened.

Eventually, after what must have been 30 minutes the police came back into the room to speak to me. They asked me many questions but they all blurred together. Did you know the victim? No. Did you see what happened? No. Do you know Samantha? Was that the other girl, no. What where you doing here? Changing to swim. On and on, question after question. For an hour or more, they questioned me. It was a waste of their time though I knew nothing, I saw nothing. Before they let me go I asked them what the other girl, Samantha had said had happened. They gave me the usual we can’t tell you much but before telling me what they were told finishing with the investigation will tell us the truth line.

I thanked the officers and left the room. I went into a sort of autopilot mode at that moment. Before I knew it I had walked out of the pool, climbed into the car and driven back to the hotel without so much as remembering a second of the trip. I parked next to Dean Impala. As soon as the engine shut off I began to shake. I took a few shaky breaths and squeezed the steering wheel between my hands. I climbed out of the car and walked over to the room door. I knocked and waited for someone to answer. When the door finally did open it was Dean standing on the other side.

“They took my clothes” was all I managed to get out before the weight of the day hit me. In my year doing cases I’d never once seen someone die or had to look at a body. I had only read all about it making it easy to distance myself from the true horrors. But I guess it was only a matter of time. The only dead body I had seen before this was that of my grandmother. She was the first and I had hoped the only person I would have to see die in my life. Today had brought back all those memories for me and emotions I tried so hard to bury. As I broke Dean pulled me into the room and closed the door. He pulled me into his arms creating a safe, warm place for me to let my emotions go.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #Sam x reader

[thislovintime]

Photo 4 by Henry Diltz.

A look at some specific books mentioned by Peter over the years...

- How To Play the Five-String Banjo: "Pete Seeger’s book was very, very good. He’s a lively writer as well as a very good musician, a good teacher, good, very enthusiastic kind of all around person. So it was very good to learn from his book. And I recommend the book highly if anybody ever wanted to learn how to play folk-style five-string banjo, his is the book to learn from.” - Peter, Headquarters radio, 1989 (x)

- Naked Lunch: “In Melbourne last night Peter Tork said that Sydney airport Customs officers had seized from his bag the banned book ‘The Naked Lunch,’ by William Burroughs. A Customs officer had taken one look at the book and said, ‘I’ll have that. It’s banned here.’ […] ‘It is a good book,’ Tork said. 'I was just getting interested it. It’s sold out everywhere back home. I didn’t know it was banned here.’” - The Sydney Morning Herald, September 17, 1968 (x)

- Letters to a Young Poet: One question posed to Peter for the Ask Peter Tork column in 2008 was, “Do you think [becoming a writer is] worth a try, or do you suggest I 'keep my day job'?” From Peter's reply: “What writers I know of say is, if you want to be a writer, you’re probably not going to do very well. If you must write, then write! Do you see the difference? Rainer Marie Rilke wrote 'Letters to a Young Poet,' which I recommend on this point. (It’s a small book, and cheap at the bookstore, and free at your library.)”

 -Why Do I Say Yes When I Need To Say No?: Escaping The Trap Of Temptation by Michelle McKinney Hammond: “Some years ago there was a movement afoot to separate assertiveness from aggressiveness, which I heartily endorse to this day. 'Why Do I Say Yes When I Mean No,' is, I believe the name of one book that tackles this subject.” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork, 2008

- Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind: “I recommend sitting in Zen meditation. The best book I know for that is Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, by Shunryu Suzuki. It’s all about watching your own mind rather than obeying it as tho’ it were the infallible voice of the truth.” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork, 2008

- The Sayings of Buddha: “The Sayings of Buddha (a small, inexpensive book you can find in almost any book store) always rests on the night-table beside my bed. I find that ancient wisdom, meditation and contemplation puts my mind in order and brings me great serenity. These things also broaden my scope of understanding.” - Peter, 16, September 1968

- Stranger in a Strange Land: “One of my favorite books now is Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein. It’s about the orphan child of the first Martian explorers. He grows to twenty-one years of age before he’s discovered by the second expedition to Mars which rescues him. He comes back to Earth, having been raised by the Martians — really fascinating!" - Peter, Fave, March 1968

- More Than Human: “Another writer I dig is Theodore Sturgeon, one of the greatest science fiction writers alive today. He visited our set one day and we were all very thrilled. He’s a visionary and a mystic, really one of the giant talents of the day. I hope everybody reads him. He wrote a book called More Than Human and a lot of other novels and short stories.” - Peter, Fave, March 1968

Q: "You read a book a day. Of all the books you have read, which three are your favorites and why?" A: "No, I don’t read a book a day. I sometimes spend weeks on a book. Of all the books I’ve read, my favorites are 'The Book Of [Tao],' 'Stranger In A Strange Land' and oh, I don’t know, a whole mess of other books, because they turn me on—they get to me." - Monkee Spectacular, January 1968

- The Book of Tao: “Peter also reads The Book of the Tao… all about an ancient Chinese nature philosophy with some simple, beautiful and meaningful messages in it. He studies all kinds of different religions, too. Peter has now figured out his own religion, what seems closest to Truth for him. It’s the result of much studying, thinking and sorting out. Peter was also influenced by the Oriental philosophies Zen. ‘Zen Buddhism believes in the theory of sudden enlightenment or sudden awakening. This idea is Japanese. I believe that Truth can just come to you in a sudden flash and you’ll know where it’s all at, if you prepare yourself to receive it. ‘Zen also teaches that you should just go along and live your life as best you can from minute to minute, always living in the present. You’re already there and there’s nothing else. If you can make the most of each day, accomplish and learn all you can now, you’ll get so much more done in your lifetime than if you sit around waiting for tomorrow to come. Because when tomorrow gets here it’s just another today. You end up just waiting and putting things off and nothing ever gets done. So, try to make each minute count!’” - Fave, March 1968

- Upanishads: "[Peter] starts clowning around [on set], but after a bit he settles down and starts reading a book. He sees you looking and explains, ‘This is a book of some of the excerpts of the Upanishads. Actually, these are excerpts from ancient Hindu writings. I guess you could say that in a sense they are like the Bible, only they were written many centuries before the old testament.’ Peter stops speaking for a moment. ‘Am I boring you?’ he asks gently. After you assure him that he is not boring anyone, he continues, ‘Well, the Upanishads are simply but beautifully written. I mean, they are quite easy to understand. You can buy the Mentor pocket edition for about 50 cents —′ Just about that time, Peter becomes aware of 16’s camera focusing on him. He promptly becomes a clown again, laughing and joking and holding his book myopically up to his eyes. You realize that you have just had a glimpse of the real Peter Tork — the sensitive, sincere young man who hides behind the veneer of a silly-funny Monkee. And it makes you feel very warm that for a brief moment you have glimpsed Peter Tork’s secret self." - 16, February 1968

- Autobiography of a Yogi: As Henry Diltz recalled (in Laurel Canyon: A Place In Time), “I remember giving one to Peter on The Monkees set. I did a group shot of them sitting on a couch and he was reading the Yogananda book. I always felt so good about that.”

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #long read #1967 #1968 #2008 #The Monkees #Monkees #bookworm Peter :) #if anyone's looking for additions to a reading list... #love his mind #more for the solid Tork advice files #Headquarters Radio #16 Magazine #Fave Magazine #Monkee Spectacular #Ask Peter Tork #The Sydney Morning Herald #can you queue it

[tiramisu-tuesdays]

Anyways facts about my designs of them

Sydney:

He has a lanyard with the library door key

He wrings his hands together

He is wearing MY promise ring tm

He's allowed to break the dress code without trouble because of his job and Sirris.

He smells like an old folks home

I like my corrupted sydneys blonde and beautiful

He is also the tallest, taller than most of the staff

He wins best dressed 7 days a week

Kylar:

He's got hella spots on his face

I'm talking both moles and acne

Not just on his face

I really don't draw him yucky enough do I

He's pretty pale, he needs to go out more

His coat smells a bit like an antique store and another suspicious smell

He also sometimes smells like your shampoo??

Whitney:

He has mild rosacea

He shaves a notch in his hair

He will NOT wear a tie

He is a natural blonde

Because Jordan is his brother and I love it

He's actually based on MY highschool bullies??

So he's defo psudo-country in my head

He smells like a gross laundry soap and cigarettes

I gave him painted nails but I also think he wouldn't like them very much

Robin:

He has an upper lip scar from getting decked

Freckles everywhere

His untreated cataracts in one eye are progressively getting worse in my art

But look at him he can't tie a tie!

He wears the standard school shoes

Bought up a size in pants a couple years ago

Hasn't grown that much

He wears a friendship bracelet!

He smells like nothing, since you like together.

And that's it that's the school boys!! My lovelies! You can tell who I like the least out of the lineup

#dol #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #art #sydney the faithful #pixel art #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity

[ninja-muse]

April was not a good reading month but wow, was it a writing month! I spent a lot of my home-based reading time working on my current WIP instead, so I’m trying not to have regrets about how much I didn’t read. I also didn’t truly manage to read anything off my physical TBR, but I’d wanted to reread The Goblin Emperor since I finished it the first time and so technically that’s off my TBR now?

My main bookish achievement this month, besides reading The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi, was pulling off another Indie Bookstore Day at work a couple days ago. I had help, my coworkers are awesome, I wasn’t organizing or running it alone or anything, but it’s still a lot of work to put together a party while handling the regular bookstore day-to-day, and then there’s set-up and twice the customers on the day and the tear-down which took all of yesterday…. I did unhaul a bunch of my unread ARCs for a book giveaway as part of this, which I’m very glad about. That’s really going to help my end-of-year stats, I think. (I also unhauled a few of my read ARCs that I was keeping for … some reason?)

And I accidentally bought two books. A Long Day in Lychford was a planned buy, but I got a gift card from my parents for Easter, which went impulsively towards The Gashlycrumb Tinies, and then yesterday I bought some bookish things for a little one and somehow the Pratchett bio found itself in my stack. No idea how that happened. 😅 No regrets, either.

May is going to be a lot like April, I think, or at least it hopefully will involve more writing than reading when I’m home. I’d like to ride the inspiration as far as it’ll take me, after all. It’s also going to be like April in that I’m waiting for the library to come through with a lot of my holds. I’m tag-teaming on a few of them, with physical and e-book reserves. I have no idea what I’ll read when I’m done the ones I’m working on now.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi - Shannon Chakraborty

Amina, mother, retired pirate, signs up for one last job. She should have known better.

8/10

multiracial Muslim protagonist, Indian secondary character, Middle Eastern secondary characters, Muslim and Hindu secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay, gender-questioning), Muslim author

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen - KJ Charles

Days after Gareth ruins his chances with a charming stranger, he finds himself elevated to an estate in the country—and threatened by smugglers a few towns over. Fortunately (or not), the head of the local smugglers is very familiar….

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonists (gay), Black British protagonist and secondary character, African-American secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (not gendered)

warning: child abuse and neglect, mild sexual assault

Once Upon a Tome - Oliver Darkshire

A Millennial offers a behind-the-scenes look at rare bookselling.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

Tasting History - Max Miller

A cookbook featuring historical recipes reworked for a modern kitchen.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

Episode Thirteen - Craig DiLouie

A ghost hunting show is the first to investigate the most haunted house in America. It’ll be fine.

7/10

African-American secondary character, 🇨🇦

Eight Strings - Margaret DeRosia

Franco escapes his childhood home to apprentice as a puppeteer and reunites with an old friend, which might mean hope for the future—or his destruction.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (trans man), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 author, 🇨🇦

A Sleight of Shadows - Kat Howard

Sydney sacrificed much to destroy the violent House of Shadows and rebalance the Unseen World of New York—but it looks like the House may not be entirely gone.

6.5/10

African-American secondary character, Latina secondary character

Picture Books

We Don’t Lose Our Class Goldfish - Ryan T. Higgins

Penelope Rex has to look after Walter the goldfish but he scares her.

Grandad’s Pride - Harry Woodgate

When Milly finds a rainbow flag in her grandad’s attic, she learns he hasn’t been to a Pride since before Gramps died—so she finds a way for him to have one.

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (the whole spectrum), 🏳️‍🌈 author

Reread

The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison

Maia suddenly finds himself Emperor of the Elflands and must find a way to be true to himself while navigating thorny court politics.

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay)

Currently reading:

Magisteria - Nicholas Spencer

A history of the interactions between science and religion. Out in May.

The Sinister Booksellers of Bath - Garth Nix

The booksellers of Bath must rescue Merlin after he’s trapped in a map—which might mean taking on an unknown Entity.

🏳️‍🌈 main character (genderqueer), Black British secondary character

Stats

Monthly total: 7+1 Yearly total: 44/140 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 0 Books by women: 4 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 2 Off the TBR shelves: .5 Books hauled: 3 ARCs acquired: 7 ARCs unhauled: 14 DNFs: 0

January February March

#books #booklr #bookblr #adult booklr #book covers #book photography #my photos #stacks of books #reading wrap-ups #read in 2023

[angrelysimpping]

you know what, fuck self control, what kinda English majors they'd be based on my time as an English major

Alex struggles a bit with sussing out deeper themes sometimes but damn are they good at discussing the aesthetics of the works.

Anxious Guard never clearly makes their point in argumentative essays. Takes creative writing classes but never commits to the degree itself, worries about it being a "useless" degree.

Avery is more cold and analitical in their analysis of the text than most people are. Often points out flawed relationships and acts as if one character is getting taken advantage of, it's that character's fault becuase the problems are "obvious."

Bailey gripes about the price of textbooks (don't we all?) and starts buying and selling textbooks themself as a way to make a quick buck and undercut the University. Middle of the road essays. Doesn't give a shit, just make their passing grade and moves on. Fucker is selling essays that get top marks. Has some blackmail on some of the professors.

Briar propositions the professors for better grades. Half the time doesn't even need better grades, they just want to make the professors squirm. Does the same with their fellow students, exchanging sexual favors for essays and test questions. Always focuses on the sexual aspect of any works they have to analyze.

Darryl works so hard, bless them. Often uses the University provided services to help with their essays. Studies poetry but hardly ever writes their own.

Again, Doren is in English education but they also take loads of poetry and drama classes. Works in the tutoring center. Worked for the essay revision service for a bit but didn't stay on for personal reasons.

Eden in Victorian lit, Eden in Vioctorian lit, Eden in Victorian lit!!!! It just feels right to them. Struggles with other classes but Victorian lit comes to them easy.

Harper always praises the moraly dubious and/or unreliable narriators. Just, how they're written. Not their actions, no, they would never. Don't believe them. Likes medical settings and anything thats a bit of a trippy read.

Kylar is a lil poetry major. Always writes the most sappy love poems. Turns every assignment into a love poem, somehow. All their poems have an underlying theme of obsession, and they're the only one who doesn't pick up on it.

Landry is very middle of the road. Doesn't stand out. Midling grades. 100% lifting the test answers from the professor's offices. Hangs around th campus coffee shops. Gothic lit enthusiast.

Leighton likes all those "taboo" classics and loves driving group conversations to those topics. "Helps" freshmen who have to take their English 101. Works for the university helping people write essays. Actually good at their job, even if there have been some complaintes about them acting a little inapropriately, all rumors that get brushed aside.

Niki is so fucking good with imagry, it's a little scary.

Quinn doesn't even try. They just costs by, and still make solid grades. Has been known to dominate group discussions. Often wins debates.

Relaxed Guard plays devil's advociate all the goddamn time. Doesn't even believe half the shit they say and write, just does it to see if they can pull it off.

Remy is cut and dry. Often pointedly ignores symbolism. Often hangs around the library, but it's unkown what they fuck they're doing there because they're never studying or looking for books or any of that, really.

Robin focuses on children's lit. Very good student, works hard, always starts on essays right when they get them.

Sydney is doing too much. Creative writing degree, focuses on religious symbolism and works. Works in the library. Goes to office hours. Takes on extra assignements. Regular at all campus coffee shops.

Vet Guard is that one person who always focuses on battles and wars. Picks their side on debates and will not change their opinian for anything.

Whitney bullshits their way through essays and class discussions and it fucking works. Hardly ever shows up to classes. Somehow still passing.

Wren bounces around. Mostly in the creative writing department. Chooses classes based on what they find interesting insted of focusing on getting a degree. Loves the poetry classes, tares Kylar's poems appart in group crituqe. Works in the coffee shop in the library, scribbles lil one off poems on napkins. Also writes tiny poems on the paper cups along with their number, handing them off to customers with a wink.

#alex the farmwhore #anxious guard #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #darryl the club owner #doren the english teacher #eden the hunter #harper the doctor #kylar the loner #landry the criminal #leighton the headteacher #niki the photographer #quinn the mayor #relaxed guard #remy the farmer #robin the orphan #veteran guard #whitney the bully #wren the smuggler #sydney the faithful

[digenerate-trash]

River died trying to set up communication with the outside. Dorren and some other teachers and staff died on a patrol. Not sure what happened to Sirris but they are also dead. Winter was fucked to death. Leighton is super dead. Mason is a scout in Whitney’s gang.

these poor teachers man they never stood a chance. of course, they tried. being the "adults" they wanted to organize and keep people calm. keep classes and other groups separate so the students were easier to keep track of and control.

but every fucked kid with a grudge now has nothing to lose now they know they're never going back to their old life.

Leighton dies first. he had the most abhorrent reputation and a pension for praying on not just the vulnerable but the "uninspired" as well.

whitney and his friends are the ones to kill him. it happens fast. way faster than it should have. but from this Whitney's gang forms and he becomes quite the powerhouse. and anyone can join. he just has one rule. no teachers. he can be a better leader than any of them, all it costs is your loyalty and anything you have in your bag and locker.

of course, River is Whitney's next target, but it takes a couple of weeks to convince the students he's watching to abandon River and leave him vulnerable. all Whitney has to do is crush their dreams of getting out of here in one peace. and the job is done within an hour.

Sirris and Sydney are held up in the library and it's going well. they have some loyal students and Sydney's faith comes into play when he's trying to keep everyone calm. Sydney has no problem keeping people entertained and happy but they run out of food pretty fast... Sirris is good at rationing out food but with so many students needing food water clothes and other things he rarely has time to feed himself. he doesn't let Sydney know, but there are signs he's deteriorating... one morning Sirris doesn't wake up and that's when the library is closed to outsiders. Sydney takes a vow of silence and the most loyal of his followers follow suit. no one ever goes hungry in Sydney's faction again.

Dorren is fine until he decides that he needs to be stricter with his group. it doesn't take long for Whitney's scouts to infiltrate the faction and convince them to kill their beloved teacher.

mason is actually fine! hes hanging out with robin and is helping distribute water. he doesn't claim to be in charge and he's mostly protected by robins followers who like him for..... ahem Reasons

#Forgotten Au #what happened to the teachers???? #whitney happened

[normal-avery-liker]

this is my pc, lexus; he/they, a polyamorous gay. while the game states your pc is 18, they're actually 19.

they like to keep to themselves a lot, and seem not to say much. he gets stressed out easily, as they beat themselves up over his paranoia of the town, be it a monster boy threatening him again. despite this, he's known to flaunt, but it's only to scrape by and nothing he is seriously into. when he wants to speak his thoughts, it's either when they think the situation needs it or around ones they care about, whichever. besides his fame in exhibitionism, they're also quiet well-known in business; they juggle two (2) jobs, and put up stalls to sell their flowers from time to time. what's quite interesting is that he is an initiate at the temple, and goes there with honest intentions to pray and hope that salvation and a better future will be brought to him.

Avery | The Businessman the first time they met was at the park, where he was trying to collect lichen for his science project. when he didn't have the skill to reach for it and needed help, Avery came. they confess that he stole their heart right away, as they kissed Avery before they parted ways. he used leave the businessman embarrassed and stood up on dates, but has been making an effort as he wants to be with him.

Sydney | The Faithful during one of his visits to the library did he meet Sydney, as he's quite the dork. it was all friendly and the two weren't so close until he found out Sydney was religious, then on deciding it wouldn't hurt to get closer to him. in the end, when he confessed, they returned his feelings and have done the rite of promise with him. they are committed to not breaking their vows with Sydney.

The Great Hawk | The Terror it may come off as a surprise that they sought the harpy out willingly. once he passed out near his castle and was taken in, they made efforts to actually get closer to them. they didn't mind being kept for a while, though it resulted in them warming up to him. they're quite fine being declared as the harpy's husband.

Whitney finds him quite annoying, though they seem to be trying to make effort to get closer to him. they're not too fond of Kylar, uncomfortable that he stalks them, but they also pity him.

he is quite the socialite, and his fellow students avoided him at first until they made efforts to talk with them. teachers find him a normal student as he's quite rough around the edges here and there, yet still recognize his skill as they have won five (5) distinction marks. he has a recognizable reputation in combat, and has been approached at least twice for tips.

as a result of garnering lots of recognition, he wears a surgical mask very often, hiding his identity.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol pc #my art #his skin is not white it's just my style

[heinous-desiree]

What are Jas and Hunter's hobbies :000?

(Again, welcome back, dear!)

Both Jas and Hunter have a few hobbies.

Jas the Wildcard

Dancing. Jazz, hip hop, ballet, salsa, femme vogue, etc. She has been fascinated by dance ever since she watched a movie where characters burst out in music and moves. Her actual name is Jasmine (named by the lovely Bailey, she'll never escape comparisons from the Dixney princess), but she started calling herself Jas to sound like jazz. She used her first paychecks to get her into dance classes and can be found humming to herself and moving to imaginary beats while doing mundane tasks.

Reading. She didn't plan to pick up reading, but between going to the library all the time to keep up her grades, and having Sydney excitedly talk about books then cut herself off cause she doesn't want to spoil anything, Jas started reading books per Sydney's and sometimes Robin's recommendations... She loves it far more than she thought she would. She wants to one day own a bookshelf full of her and Sydney's favorite books, but while in the orphanage, she's too scared someone will steal any book she buys.

Gambling. Specifically for luck based games. This is probably a HORRIBLE hobby to pick up, and she fully blames Wren for this. Ever since Wren invited her to join his blackjack games, she never found anything that gave her as much of a high. The fact she can win and dominate based on Lady Luck, and no one has cheated her in these games yet makes her feel powerful when she wins and still in control of her life when she loses.

Hunter the Allrounder

Horseback riding. Hunter likes things that are exciting and active. Riding a creature that moves way faster than you and could break your bones is exactly that. If he could get his hands on a motorcycle, he knows he would be just as addicted to the experience. Horseback is special in its own way, though, since he has to gain the horse(centaur)'s respect and be skilled enough to ride something with a mind of its own. He values the bonds he builds with his animals and God, he enjoys riding to town even more when Remy's goons try to harass him on a horse. You gotta get your kicks somehow!

M*sterbating. Ah yes, the activity that helped him turn from fallen angel to demon in the first place. The town is a stressful place, and some him time is great for de-stressing! However, now it has become a bit of a necessity. If he doesn't do a certain amount of sexual acts within a day, the blood in his veins burns hot white, paralyzing him while he's stuck silent screaming on his bed till the pain eases. A quicky is great when he's too busy to meet anyone for a good time. Anything to escape that traumatizing agony.

Dogs. To clarify, he loves almost all activities involving dogs, even the feral ones that are technically wolves. He loves training dogs, walking them, grooming them, and gaining their trust. He loved his job at the pound till the people put him into a muzzle/leash to make him the dog. He tries to go to the forest every once in a while to hunt with his pack, and he loves training the dogs on the farm. He is a dog kind of person in more ways than one.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol pc #t1thi #jas the wildcard #hunter the allrounder #Thanks for the ask love! #Explaining their hobbies took a little more thought than I expected #I feel like I know my PCs better now 🤣

[welightthefire]

Table For Two ~ Part Six

In collaboration with @ageofnations

Jake Kiszka x OC x Josh Kiszka

Summary: “What started out as a new job unexpectedly became something more for Sydney Baker. There’s only room at the table for two… How will she navigate her feelings and come to a decision? How can she choose between two sides of the same coin?”

Warnings: again, just a lot of fluff (lmk if there’s something i should add!)

Word Count: ~6.1k

taglist // playlist // masterpost

A/N: thanks for all the love and feedback on this fic! <3

Part Six

Of the many years he had lived in the area and the countless times he had visited the library, Josh had never really taken the time to admire the building for what it was worth. He’d enter and exit without much thought, paying more attention to the books on the inside than the building that housed the novels. Now, it feels different.

He began to see the history underlying the brick structure, each crack and divot holding the memories of decades in the past. There was beauty in the creaking of the wooden chairs, all reminders of how many curious minds have gathered there before. The old and worn labels of the shelves showed that while the popular titles and authors may change, the categories that people know and love will never age a day. There was a sense of comfort and relaxation in the unique musk of the atmosphere. He could see why Sydney was in love with this place, and he desperately wanted to love anything that she did.

He couldn’t help but think about the things said between them that day, the last time he saw her in this place. Although things seemed to be much better between them, he still felt terrible for making her feel as if he thought of her negatively. Insulted she had said. He could admit that the things he had said and done could have been seen as an insult. However, that was far from what he wanted her to feel, and he’d spend every day making it up to her if she’d let him.

Josh had returned to the library a few times since he and Sydney had made amends in the building. He had come back to find a new book, realizing the first one wasn’t exactly something he was interested in. Then, he needed a change of scenery while he read. And now, he was coming back to return the second book that he happened to finish much earlier than he anticipated. He didn’t necessarily need an excuse to visit the library, but he enjoyed glancing at the same table they had sat at almost two weeks ago. The turn of their friendship created fond memories for Josh, and the table itself had sparked potential between the pair. It was nice to admire the blossoming potential each time he entered the building or passed the section.

Today was a new day, and upon entering, he did as he always had. This time, though, there was someone who had already made themselves comfortable at the table of interest. Josh was pleased to find that it was just who he was wishing for.

Her outfit was something similar to the one she had on the last time they both were in the library. She was wearing an olive green shirt under the same cream cardigan, including another pair of denim shorts. And while they had certainly been stained from the previous rain, she was wearing those same white Vans as before. It appeared as if the array consisted of her comfort clothing, much how Josh felt about his usual white crew neck and khakis.

He had never taken the time to admire her so intently before, but with the considerable distance between them, he allowed his gaze to linger. She looked at peace, yet he could see her eyebrows furrowing while she focused on the book in front of her. The novel was flat on the table, and he paid considerable attention to her hands. There was a ring on each of her pointer fingers, making the digits look more delicate and slender. They looked extremely soft, as if they had never seen the hardships of a blister or callus.

Since she had one elbow propped on the table, her hand was holding her head up, fingers absentmindedly tapping at her chin and jaw. He watched as her other hand lightly traced its fingers along the edges of the pages while she read. One might think she was doing so to follow the words in her line of focus, but it looked as if she was just moving her hand for the sake of motion. Although she was in a state of relaxation, it was obvious that she couldn’t restrain her hands from moving for too long.

Although he saw her most days of the week, Josh always seemed to feel giddy upon seeing her outside of a work setting. One could say he felt butterflies when he saw her, but talking to her felt more like a flock of hummingbirds fluttering about. These feelings only intensified when he saw her in situations such as these, situations that were natural, calm, and undisturbed. He hadn’t entertained the thoughts and feelings much, instead putting it off as a blossoming bond with a friend. The friend just so happened to be sweeter than saccharin and more beautiful than earth itself.

He didn’t want to interrupt her reading just yet, so he entered and proceeded with his original task of returning his book and attempting to find another. Throughout the process, he was much too preoccupied with Sydney. His back was to her while he carried on small talk with the librarian, but his mind never strayed from the image of her sitting at the table, lost in her own world of fiction. He tried to be attentive to the conversation at hand, but once his card was returned to him, he was quick to turn back around to see her.

She hadn’t moved much since he had seen her, only bringing her legs to sit crossed under her in the chair. She was still focused completely on the ink scrawled on the pages before her, and Josh smiled at her concentration. He hurried to the section of books he knew he’d be interested in, careful to avoid Sydney’s line of sight.

Josh thumbed through the spines of the novels, not really paying attention to what exactly he was looking at. He was much too aware of her alluring presence just across the room. Without looking at the title, he grabbed a random book and promptly made his way to the table.

There were those butterflies again. He did his best to shoo them away.

They persisted, especially as she looked up once he got closer to her. She smiled, and Josh thought he saw her eyes glimmer at the sight of him. He played it off as just a figment of his imagination.

“Funny seeing you here again, hmm?” He quipped with a smile of his own. He grasped the back of the empty chair across from her with his spare hand.

“Funny indeed,” she responded. There was a brief hint of pink painted across her plump cheeks that were shining with enthusiasm. They let themselves stare at one another before Sydney shook her head and gestured to the seat Josh was standing behind. “Care to join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” He added a dramatic flair to his words as he moved the chair back enough to sit in. He set the book down on the table in front of him so he could get seated and situated in the chair.

“New book?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah, I finished the other one pretty early,” he answered as he scooted his seat closer to the table, careful to not make any unnecessary noise.

She giggled to herself before she responded, seemingly already pleased with a joke before she made it. “Me too.”

The reply made Josh laugh as well, but it was the sound that left her lips that really caused a reaction from him. He prayed she didn’t notice the way his breath hitched upon hearing it. He tried to form a quick jest back while he busied himself with flipping to the introduction page of his novel. “Didn’t you check out like three books the last time we were here?”

“And weren’t you the one who called me a bookworm?” She was quick with her witticism, something that had shifted just slightly in their friendship. In the beginning, frustration was the only emotion that appeared when the banter would start between them. Of course, she had never thought he was just joking with her, but she always was the one who went quiet and ended the conversation, much too annoyed to keep up with his teasing. Now, she had almost trained herself to be prepared for his wisecracks, ready to shoot a comeback at any moment. Josh admired the change of understanding in their relationship.

“That’s what I thought,” she continued upon deciding that he was taking too long to respond. There was a prideful smirk dancing on her lips as she looked back down at her book and turned the page. She wasn’t making eye contact with him, but Josh could still see a glint in her eyes that paired with the smile she wore. He tried to hide it by angling his head downward, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice, or mind, that he let his gaze last longer than intended.

Being this close to her with absolutely no one else around- or at least no one of importance - allowed him to finally take in the minuscule details that made her the Sydney he had come to adore more and more with each passing day. There were so many features of hers that he could appreciate, but in this moment, it was her eyes that captivated him the most.

The green fabric under her cardigan brought attention to her evergreen irises. They reminded him of a forest, infinitely enthralling yet endlessly beautiful. The longer he looked, the more he uncovered, as if they held all of the universe’s secrets and hidden treasures. It felt as if he was taking an enlightening trek in the lushest areas of the Amazon and he never wanted to return home.

“Are you actually gonna read something today or are you just gonna stare at me?” She delayed looking up at him after she spoke, but it was obvious she took pleasure in shaking him out of whatever trance her appearance had caused him to fall under.

His eyes broke away from her as he stammered over his words, silently cursing himself for getting caught. “Sorry, it’s just,” he paused in an attempt to gather his thoughts to form a cohesive sentence. She grinned at his flustered state, obviously proud of the reaction she caused. “Your eyes,” he finally finished. “They're really pretty.”

“Is that a compliment I’m hearing from you, Joshua?” She was teasing him, but he could hear a touch of genuineness under her jesting. It was enough to assure him that he wasn’t the only one experiencing a flustering feeling from the situation. It eased his nerves and carried him back into a lighthearted manner.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He was able to crack another joke with her, or at least disguise his curiosities under a joking persona.

He was rewarded with another giggle, and as a bonus, she blushed at his charm. It was the prettiest sight he had seen in ages and the most beautiful melody he’d ever heard. He decided he’d stop at nothing to experience it as much as possible, and he already yearned to elicit the same response again.

“You know,” he whispered and leaned in closer to her. “Last time we sat across from each other, you kicked the shit out of me.”

This time, she let out a boisterous laugh, one that earned her various glares and shushes from the people, including the library workers, around them. Unfortunately for Josh, she covered her mouth with her hands, hiding that stellar smile in order to muffle her laughter. However, picking her hand up caused the book in front of her to snap shut, and the abrupt noise made her laugh even louder. The look he gave her was one of admiration of her mannerisms. The way her shoulders shook with her giggling. How her eyes crinkled and eventually closed the harder she laughed.

Josh joined her in her fit of laughter, more so because of her reaction to the situation rather than actually finding amusement in his own joke. However, the library’s population didn’t find any hilarity in the affair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an older lady approaching their table. The nametag on her shirt indicated that she was an employee, and Sydney tried to quell her snickering the closer the woman got to them.

“Excuse me,” she said. There was a thick Southern accent that stuck out in her voice. “I’m gonna have to ask you both to turn your volumes down to keep from disturbin’ other readers.”

Once she was able to compose herself, Sydney cleared her throat and fixed a few of the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. She put on a smile to match her cordial nature. “I am so sorry, ma’am. We both are. It won’t happen again.”

“I’d hope not. We work on a warnin’ system, and I really don’t wanna make y’all leave for just a bit of gigglin’.” The lady was nice enough to keep her chastising in a light and fun manner.

“Yes ma’am,” Josh chimed in with a smile. “Won’t happen again.”

The employee thanked them both for their cooperation and turned around to walk back to her desk. Josh and Syd locked gazes after she had left, but she hadn’t gotten far before the duo burst into a simultaneous fit of hysterics. She paused her movements and turned to face them with a disapproving frown.

“We should probably just get out of here,” Sydney said to Josh. She was already gathering her belongings before Josh could respond. “Sorry I ruined your precious time at the library on this fine Saturday morning.” Her continuous chuckling showed that she wasn’t sorry at all, but he still felt the need to dismiss her apology.

“I don’t think I’m the one whose reading time was ‘ruined’ today,” he joked under his breath, gesturing to the other individuals in the building, only making her giggle more.

The carefree attitude was dampened once she noticed the persisting glares of the other patrons. What had started as glances of curiosity turned into looks of disdain, and suddenly the room started to feel much too small. She hurried to stand and meander around the table, leaving behind her book of choice to scramble to Josh’s side.

“Woah,” Josh steadied her as she essentially tripped into him. He noticed her change in demeanor, realizing her behavior began to resemble that which occurred during busy nights at the diner. He did what he knew best, cracking another joke. “Do I need to carry you out of here or something?”

She huffed a laugh and looked down at her feet, choosing against a verbal response. It was enough for Josh.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging it. He lowered his voice to a whisper, smiling into the end of his statement. “Let’s go before we get banned from this place.”

As they rushed out the library’s doors, Sydney’s laughter kicked back up, more confidently than it had ever been while Josh was around. He wanted to believe that it was due to the newfound physical contact, but he also didn’t want to give himself the credit. The way she sounded, her sweet laughter filling the typically quiet room, seemed too perfect to be a result of Josh’s doing. Even how she looked, hair flowing behind her while they ran out of the establishment, made him want to do nothing but sit with her forever in her blissful state.

They both were slightly out of breath once they pushed the heavy doors open, gasping at the fresh air around them. Josh had luckily scored a parking spot at the front, only a few meters from the front and adjacent to the sidewalk. He led her to his car to prop up against while they finished their heaving and giggling.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to step foot into that place again,” she sputtered through laughter, letting go of Josh’s hand to lean against the hood of his Jeep.

He rolled his eyes at her. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’ll be back within a week to check out that book you were reading.”

“Shit,” Sydney said once she realized that she was empty-handed. “Well, there goes my weekend plans,” she finished with a laugh.

“What? Is a night at work not enough to bring excitement to your weekend?” Josh added sarcasm to his rhetoric, earning a huff from his company. “I’ve still got daylight left, so my plans are still on if you want to tag along.”

“And what are your big plans?”

Josh tried to rack his brain of a lie that would be believable. He had full intentions of just getting another book and going back home, spending the day in the comfort of his own home before he had to clock in at the diner. Sydney’s invitation to join him was a pleasant interruption in these plans, but now with that idea out of the question, he didn’t have anything else to do. But now that he had gotten another taste of her company, he became selfish. He didn’t want to be away from her for longer than he had to be, and he certainly didn’t want to wait until they had to be at work to see her again.

“Um, what about a hike?” He turned to look at her, hoping the eye contact would hide the fact that he was coming up with something on the spot.

She dropped her jaw in disbelief, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. “You want me to go on a hike… before work?”

He tried to carry on in confidence, but her question made him unsure of himself. “No! I mean, yes, kind of.” He paused and laughed at himself. “There’s a gorgeous patch of land a few miles from my house. I walk there occasionally to read or just… sit. But it’s a bit into the woods, so in a way, it would be a small hike.”

She scoffed at him and crossed her arms, trying to feign annoyance with his suggestion, but her glowing cheeks gave her facade away. The fact that Josh did something so sentimental in his free time - and loved every second of it - made her respect him even more. Her blush was entirely due to the fact that he offered to include her in the pastime.

Josh nudged her side. “So? You coming or not?” He pushed off of the car and began to walk around to the driver’s seat, giving her little time to react.

Sydney didn’t stand up straight until he had started the engine, and he was already putting the car into gear before she could put her seatbelt on.

“You better be glad that I don’t hate you anymore,” she stated once she successfully fastened the strap in place.

And he was. In fact, he was more than glad. The idea of her disliking him for even a second made his stomach twist into a knot of guilt and regret. Now, it was obvious he was doing well at gaining her trust and companionship, especially since she had agreed to be around him for extended periods now. Josh could only hope that things would continue to go well, and he would do everything in his power to keep her in his life in any way possible.

“You hated me? Hate is a strong word,” he joked, shooting a glance at her before returning his attention to the road.

“Not my fault that you didn’t know how to initiate a healthy conversation to start a healthy friendship,” she said with a content shrug. She knew she was right, and her smug grin showed that she also knew she had the upper hand in the situation.

“I’m getting better!” Josh feigned his defensiveness. All he received was a soft hum from the pretty girl in his passenger seat. Before the conversation could continue, he was prompted with a reminder. “Oh yeah, I found this book that reminded me of you. I picked it up the last time I went shopping, and I’ve been meaning to give it to you at work.”

Sydney’s tone dropped to one of sheepishness, and Josh could see her fingers begin to work on rotating her rings again. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I got it and I don’t have the receipt. So it’s yours now. It’s in the backseat somewhere.” He flailed his hand to gesture to the seats behind them. Once she twisted around and began to rummage through the mess in the back, Josh continued talking to fill the silence.

“It somehow manages to connect human nature to the love of film, all while explaining how film and media can aid in self-actualization. You’re more knowledgeable in the spirituality stuff than I am, but based on the information I saw on film, it seemed interesting!”

The book was hidden under a yellow jacket in one of the seats, and she found it before he could finish his summary. She giggled at the last statement while she admired the beautiful details on the dust cover. There were gold letters etched into the paper, and it was obvious why Josh had been drawn to the cover in the first place. “Thanks, Josh. I really appreciate it.”

He beamed at her while she softly traced her fingers across the cover and opened to the first page. He was pleased that he had chosen something that seemed to fit her interests, something she couldn’t wait to read.

In a sequence, she would shift her attention from the words on the pages in front of her to the landscapes they were passing as they traveled. The words had already encapsulated her curiosities, so she found it hard to not focus on them, but the fields and buildings that moved around them were just as beautiful. She’d read a paragraph, take a break to look around at her surroundings, all to continue reading again.

She recognized the roads Josh was choosing to take, but it wasn’t long before he turned onto a less familiar pathway. It was more of a trail than an actual road, and he pulled off to the side of the worn-down tracks in the dirt before putting the car in park and taking the keys out of the ignition.

“And from here, we walk!” He announced while opening his door, practically jumping out of his seat and onto the dirt beneath them.

Sydney let out a groan at the implications in his statement, but she was still mostly kidding with him. She followed his lead in exiting the car, leaving her belongings in his floorboard to keep them out of sight of any curious hikers.

“Oh, stop the complaining, Sydney,” he cooed as he walked. “I actually brought us closer than my usual starting point.”

“So I should be thanking you?”

He turned around donning a smirk, winking at her as she walked behind him. “Precisely.”

Again, she rolled her eyes. However, she was unsure if she was doing so regarding his arrogance, or if she was doing so because of the festering emotions that his actions had conjured. If he was to pull such an act before all of this, she would’ve been upset with him, furious at his teasing. But now, the only thing she was even remotely upset about is how often she blushed at his jokes and jabs, especially how noticeable it probably was with her lighter complexion. Instead of letting herself think too much about it, she dismissed each of the options, choosing to unpack those emotions at a later time. She jogged to catch up to Josh as he continued trekking through the winding trail.

They traveled side-by-side for the duration of the hike. Syd tried to admire the beauty that surrounded her, from the diversity in the plant life to the variations of songbirds harmonizing around them. Due to the unfamiliarity of the trail, though, putting one foot in front of the other was the spotlight of her focus. It was obvious that Josh had been here countless times and knew the path like the back of his hand. He was an expert at dodging any outstretching and low-hanging tree limbs without looking up at them, and seemed to be even better at putting his foot in just the right spot to avoid any stray twigs and mud holes. His skill was completely opposite of Sydney’s.

The trail seemed to go on for ages, and her body was already showing signs of exhaustion. Her legs were feeling sore and her breath was becoming ragged already, and she cursed herself for not stretching or bringing her water bottle. She was becoming frustrated with how often she seemed to trip or get smacked in the face with an array of wet leaves. Josh, however, found amusement in her clumsiness, chuckling each time he heard a grunt of annoyance from her.

“Almost there,” he reminded her.

She stopped in her tracks to catch her breath. He paused his movements and watched as she put her hands on her hips. “You’ve said that about four times already, Josh.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it.” He turned back to face the direction of their destination, pointing at what seemed to be an abnormally large rock. “See that? Once we get up there, we’ve just got a couple of feet to go. Then we’ll be at the most beautiful stretch of nature you’ve ever seen!”

“I hope you’re right,” she whined.

He had resumed his movements towards the rock he had pointed to, throwing a statement over his shoulder that echoed throughout the landscape. “I always am!” he exclaimed.

She heaved one last deep breath and sped her pace to catch up with him again. Syd began to examine the boulder as they approached it. It was gray, but the moisture leftover from the week’s showers had darkened the stone. There were various ridges and grooves on its cracked and mossy side, yet it still looked smooth enough to avoid being dangerous. It seemed that someone had placed various smaller-sized rocks around it, almost in an attempt to form a makeshift staircase. Considering she couldn’t see over the edge of the main stone, she knew she’d need the assistance of the added structure.

Josh, however, did not. Once he was close enough, he was able to put one foot in one of the ruts on the side and place his hands on the top of the rock to effortlessly lift himself to the surface. He stood and dusted off his shirt, surprisingly not ruining the white fabric, and his khakis. A loud and dramatic sigh was let out while he stretched, as if the feat had made him weary.

“Think you could make the jump?” He smiled down at her with his hands on his hips.

She squinted up at him. “And fall on my ass just for you to laugh at me? Absolutely not.”

He laughed and shimmied over to the edge where the ‘stairs’ led to. “Come over here and use these.” He squatted down, but upon seeing uncertainty painted on her features, he continued. “I promise they’re sturdy enough. I put it together myself.”

“That’s why I’m worried,” she joked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, come on!” Josh let out a husky chuckle and lowered his hand, offering it to her so she felt more stable climbing the rocks. “Give me a little more credit, won’t you?”

With a final laugh, she gave in and placed her hand in Josh’s palm, carefully making her way to the steps. While she ascended, she tried to focus on making clear and calculated strides but found it hard to do so. She’d rather think about how Josh’s skin felt softer than she would’ve imagined, especially considering his career. She wanted to think about how gentle his hold was, or how he brought his other hand to briefly ghost over her arm to steady her. She hadn’t been given the chance to do so in the library since anxiety was clouding her senses before their hands separated. Now, though, she was alone with him and free from malicious stares being thrown her way. Even though she didn’t quite understand the desire she was feeling, she had the time to relish in the contact between them, and this time was extended with Josh’s hold that persisted even once she regained her footing beside him.

“See! Easy enough, right?” He searched her expression to see if there were any of the previous hesitations, but he found that there were none left. He smiled at her while she used her free hand to dust herself off and straighten her clothes. He was thankful that she was in no hurry to detach from him, but even more thankful that he happened to be looking at her once she finally looked up.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes widened in amazement as she took in the setting. From here, she could see the tops of trees, various natural water sources, and the gentle slopes and valleys of distant properties. The colors of nature had always amazed Syd, but seeing them all at once was much different. She saw the indigos and blues of the sky and water, yellow and orange hues of the sun that occasionally hid behind marshmallow clouds before announcing its blazing presence once again. There was a valley filled with red and yellow flowers speckled in the plush grass. With the variety of trees and grass types, she could’ve sworn she was seeing all possible variations of the color green. It was unreal and overwhelming, but she was grounded by the sensation of Josh rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Josh whispered as if he was afraid of interrupting the flow of wildlife and scenery around them. If he wasn’t still looking at her gawking form, he would’ve missed the slow nod she gave him in response. He grinned and added, “Told you that you should be thanking me.” The statement earned him a slap on the arm, and the two laughed together.

“Come here,” he said, tugging on her hand again to lead her to the edge of the rock. “Let’s sit.”

She wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights, but the steep hill below them wasn’t exactly her favorite sight. It made her anxious to even approach the edge, much less actually sit at it.

Josh squeezed her hand and carefully sat with his feet dangling over the ledge. He noticed that familiar uncertainty of hers and ached to assuage her worries, attempting to do so by swiping his thumb over her skin again. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised.

The sincerity in his eyes and tenderness of his hold was what convinced her to join him. She carefully lowered herself to sit, and although he wished to never let go, he waited until she was completely perched beside him before releasing her hand from his. He placed his palms against the cool surface of the rock behind him, leaning back just slightly into a relaxed posture. A faint sigh was released as he looked around.

“It’s really pretty, Josh,” Syd noted as she fiddled with her now empty hands in her lap.

He chuckled in response. “Yeah, it is.” They sat in brief, comfortable silence while they basked in the beauty of Mother Nature. He wore a wide smile as he heard a bird let out a call that he seemed to recognize immediately. He lifted an arm to point across the distance, leaning closer to Syd. “There’s a family of eagles living somewhere in that area. Since I started visiting this place, I’ve watched them come and go, building their nest and bringing in food.”

She let out a pleased hum. “That must be an exciting thing to get to witness so often.”

“It’s almost like watching life itself unfold,” he gushed and leaned back on both hands. “It’s easy to feel like we are so small compared to the size of the universe. And maybe we are, but we are also an integral part of the grand scheme of things.”

He paused, looking at Sydney briefly, taking in her appearance and appreciating her presence. The sun’s rays were bouncing off of her olive skin, making her seem just as bright as her personality. Her essence was captivating, and Josh decided he was interested in exploring the bounds of their relationship. He continued, no longer sure if he was only talking about the scene in front of them.

“The birds have no idea how fascinating they are. They’re just living, doing their own thing. But in the end, there’s always someone who enjoys every bit of their existence.”

Syd broke her gaze from the view and looked at Josh while he spoke. He seemed to be glowing brighter than the natural light around him. She admired his rosy cheeks and tanned complexion, the dimples that would appear occasionally, and the passion in his eyes. He was smiling from ear to ear, and he radiated sheer curiosity.

“From here, you can see more than twenty types of tree species,” he informed pridefully.

She huffed a laugh. “Don’t you need to be like… super close to them to be able to see what kind they are? How can you tell from up here?”

“The different colors of the leaves, height and width. You know, the basics.” He glanced back over at her. “I read a couple of books about them. I’m still trying to figure out what those are-” he pointed to a group of tall and wide trees with leaves that seemed more yellow than green. “but there are some varieties of oak trees-” he motioned to another group. “-sycamores and sassafras trees, and I think-” paused to squint in the distance. “-that someone might have planted a couple of Southern Magnolias recently at the edge of them all.”

She followed each of the directions he was pointing in, smiling at his eagerness to show her how much he knew about the landscape. He continued rambling about when he first started hiking, all the different places he’s been and things he’s seen, and how much she would’ve liked it, all while Sydney was stuck in her head, listening to his words bounce around her thoughts. The rhythm of his words and the excitement in his tone made her feel warm inside, and the position they were sitting in made the feeling more intense. Their thighs were touching, shoulders occasionally bumping together, legs nudging one another as they swung over the edge. It seemed so… wholesome. It all made her feel giddy inside.

In a purely habitual gesture, based solely on their proximity, Syd rested her head against Josh’s shoulder. The movement only made him pause his conversation for a brief moment, sucking in an almost nonexistent gasp before picking up where he left off. His free arm flailed about animatedly while he talked, and she listened intently.

Josh seemed to be at home out here, completely free from all responsibilities and worries. His body language was filled with wonder and awe, something she had not seen from him yet.

He took a deep breath, an attempt to recharge after the spiel he had gone through. “I could stay out here all day…” his voice trailed off.

“I can tell,” she giggled and lifted her head off of his shoulder to look back at him. Their eyes locked before she continued. “You’re practically glowing.”

His cheeks pinkened even more and he turned his face to break eye contact. His smile seemed to become less vibrant, and Syd immediately worked to alleviate the obvious nerves that had surfaced.

“No, but it’s a good thing! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” she noted with a smile. She nudged his shoulder and looped her arm around his. “We should come out here again someday. You know, when we don’t have work in a couple of hours.”

His face seemed to light up again. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s more like an hour and a half but-”

“No! I mean… you’d want to come back out here again?” There was a hint of bashfulness in his question, and it made Syd smile more.

“As long as you warn me to wear the right clothes next time, then I’d love to.”

“You’ve got a deal.” He grinned at her and shuffled to his feet, taking time to dust off his pants before offering his hand to her again. “Let’s get you home.”

>>>part 7

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[broken-footstool]

Could you write a story where Pure! f! Sydney gets hiccups so m! PC just starts saying a bunch of extreme and hardcore lewd things they could do to scare her hiccups out of her

Brief necro mention below

Hic…hic…hic…

Sydney held a hand in front of her mouth, muffling another onslaught of hiccups. She’d been struggling to break the annoying hiccupping spell since it appeared after lunch, but it was to no avail. Every few seconds, the blonde’s chest would nearly cave in on itself as a fleet of high pitched squeaks echoed through the library. She did her best to keep them quiet, holding her breath or covering her mouth when they came up, but it wasn’t enough. Anyone who tried to speak with Sydney was greeted by her piercing hiccups, followed by a stream of breathless apologies. It made her job in the library more difficult than it needed to be and got her a few odd glances.

“Drank too much water?”

Placing a math textbook down on the counter, a kind boy gave her a smile. Sydney recognized him as Adam, someone who she had come to admire in a way. Not only was he an initiate at the temple, but he was also the most punctual when it came to returning books. If they weren’t turned in on the due date, it was a day or two beforehand. It was nice to see his face around the library, as it was one that always made Sydney smile.

“I think I swallowed some air.” Blocking her mouth, Sydney hiccuped into her fist a few times. “They won’t go away.”

Adam gave a sly grin and made his way behind the return counter. He rested his hands on Sydney’s timid shoulders, massaging them gently.

“I could scare them away,” Adam said, pressing his thumbs between her shoulder blades. “If you want, of course.”

Sydney couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into the massage. It was nearly impossible to scare her, let alone make her feel unnerved or uneasy. Though, she figured there was nothing to lose by playing Adam’s game. He was probably just going to jump at her, maybe drop something cold down her shirt. If the massage was anything to go off of, it was possibly the latter of the two. Hiccuping softly, Sydney leaned her head back and smiled.

“I’d love to see you try.” 

Adam’s demeanor dropped and he stepped away from Sydney, crawling beneath her desk. He placed her chin on her knees, staring into Sydney’s amber eyes with his own, cold gray ones. They both sat like that for a moment, an awkward silence between them. Before she had the opportunity to say something, Sydney’s skirt was flipped upwards and Adam had worked his face between her legs. She squealed in surprise, hiccuping loudly as she tried to force her legs shut. A few students sitting at a nearby table gave her a few odd glances and her face went red.

“You smell so good.” Adam rubbed his face between Sydney’s thighs, trying to work his way between them. “Like a fresh virgin.”

Heat washed over Sydney’s face. Was this supposed to scare her? It wouldn’t be a lie to say that she was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t scared. Or was she?

“Virgin girls are always the best.” Running his tongue along Sydney’s inner thigh, Adam pressed his teeth against her skin. “They scream the loudest.”

“Stop it,” Sydney spat, trying to push his face away. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

Sydney flinched as her hand was roughly shoved off to the side. Adam’s teeth were now biting away at her, leaving gentle imprints on her skin. Red marks coated with saliva dotted her lower half. She hiccuped into her fist, trying her best to stay focused on the library. Something in Sydney’s chest was beginning to tighten and her breathing had become panicked and uneven.

“I want you all to myself,” Adam muttered, now forcing the pure girl’s legs open. He eyed her trembling mound, blowing hot breath against her satin panties. “I could make you my own little sex doll. Locking you away in my closet until I need you again.”

Attempting to close her legs would only result in a swift smack against Sydney’s ever reddening legs. Each time it happened, a few students would turn their heads towards the source of the sound. They would whisper amongst themselves, muttering something that Sydney couldn’t quite hear. If only they knew what was happening.

“I’m not sure how long you could survive on a diet of my cum,” Adam slid his hand beneath Sydney’s panties and pressed his thumb against her entrance. “But, that won’t be much of an issue for me. I’m sure you’d keep warm for a while.”

Dropping the “OVERDUE” stamp in her hand, Sydney sat there motionless. Her brain couldn’t even begin to process what had just been said to her anymore, and perhaps that was for the best. Every word of it, every disgustingly lewd syllable, made her stomach feel uneasy. The bottom of her stomach twitched and lurched. Bile stung the back of her throat and, for a moment, she felt like vomiting on her lap. 

“Oh look.” Adam scrambled out from under the desk, running a hand through his hair. “They’re finally gone.”

He gave Sydney a slight kiss on the cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. The girl still didn’t move, sitting painfully motionless in her seat. Sydney’s brain had practically fried itself, leaving her a barely functioning mess. Her eyes stayed fixed on her legs, scanning over the bites and marks and saliva. She felt dirty. Dirty and used and sinful. Her ears burned like hellfire. Each mark on her body seemed like a kiss from the devil himself. 

“You can thank me later�� With a swift turn, Adam turned away from Sydney and made his way out of the library.

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[scotianostra]

February 1st 1918 saw the birth of the Scottish author, author Muriel Spark.

Muriel was born in Edinburgh as Muriel Sarah Camberg in 1918 and educated at Gillespies School, it was there she met teacher, Christina Kay who became the inspiration for one of Spark’s most famous characters.

At the age of 19, she married Sydney Oswald “Ossie” Spark. The couple sailed to Africa soon after they wed. The union proved to be a brief and turbulent one. She had a son, Robin, with her husband before the pair split up. For a time, Spark supported herself doing odd jobs. She returned home during World War II, leaving her son in Africa in the care of some nuns.

Back home, Spark became involved in London’s literary world. She served as editor of the Poetry Review from 1947 to 1949, and published poetry, short stories and critical biographies of figures like William Wordsworth, Mary Shelley and Emily Brontë. In the 1950s, Spark suffered a nervous breakdown and converted to Catholicism.

Her first novel, The Comforters, earned critical acclaim from such established British writers as Graham Greene and Evelyn Waugh.

While she largely considered herself a poet, Spark built up an impressive career for herself as a novelist. After The Comforters, two more novels soon followed —Memento Mori and The Ballad of Peckham Rye. But it was her tale of a teacher at a girls school that really brought her widespread commercial success. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie became a best seller when it was published in 1961. The book began the basis of a successful London play starring Vanessa Redgrave in 1964. This production later moved to Broadway with Zoe Caldwell as the title character. In 1969, Maggie Smith starred in the film version, which earned Smith an Academy Award for best actress.

Muriel Spark died in 2006 and is buried in the cemetery of Sant'Andrea Apostolo in Civitella in Val di Chiana, Tuscany, Italy.

Loads  more on Muriel Spark on the National Library of Scotland site here https://digital.nls.uk/muriel-spark/

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