#and jan's attempt at the heart and massive grin

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

uhhh this feels topical [x]

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

[artificialqueens]

Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 5 (Lemon x the world) - Mermelada

A/n: Hej hej hej! I’m very late in posting this to AQ after Ao3, so please forgive me! I hope you all like *~* filler chapters *~* because there’s a couple of them coming up! I’ve already written the next couple of chapters, but PLEEEAAASSSEE let me know if you have any requests or suggestions! Namely, should I attempt to write smut or not lol! Thank you again for all your lovely words about the fic, I love you all massively <3 <3

Having not slept in her own bed for the last two nights, Lemon decided to take a well-earned evening for herself, partly because she was running out of excuses for her parents as to why she’d been out so much lately, and partly to give the various bruises and bite-marks on her body time to heal. With Gus the dog snuggled into her side, she waited for The Sims to load on her laptop as Chromatica blared from her phone. She pressed on its screen to check the time, and saw she had received a new text message.

Dr Rita <3 [16:45] “I hope you survived your walk of shame, mon petit citron! Thank you again for a great night and day :-) x”

Rita was amazing. She was the epitome of a dark horse: she was so kind and patient with Lemon during her panic crisis, as she had so adorably put it, and made her feel all the safety and love she needed all morning. Yet not long afterwards, after some lazy chatter which had made Lemon inexplicably horny, she was once again fucking her to within an inch of her life. Speaking two languages was far from the only thing she could do with her mouth. They had even gone for lunch together after round 2 – and round 2.5 in the shower – before reluctantly parting as Rita prepared for her nightshift at the hospital. It was over lunch where they both agreed that pursuing anything serious wouldn’t be worth it, but they would definitely like to work on a friendship. Lemon had, however, still managed to charm her way into borrowing a hoodie from the older woman, both of them secretly pleased that it gave them a reason to hang out again. She quickly sent off a reply, thanking her once again for her help that morning and wishing her luck for the long night ahead in kidneyland with her love interest from the ward. 

Looking back to her laptop, the loading bar appeared to have frozen. Rolling her eyes, she held down the device’s power button to restart it. The snoring lump beside her clearly wasn’t going to entertain her as she waited, so she bit the bullet and opened up her new favourite app.

She grinned upon seeing that her most recent message was from Kyne.

[16:20] Remember I told you about my roommate who works in a porn studio lol? She came home just now with a box of those custard tarts you were telling me about, they are so good!!! 🤤 You really do have the best taste 😘

That’s a lot to unpack, she laughed to herself, she’s persistent, fair play to her! Plus it turns out she actually WAS listening! I just hope they were clean… I’ll reply later. Now what about Kiara, eh Gus-bus? She was nice, let’s see what she’s said! 

[09:12] How was the party? 🙂 I hope it was tudo bem!!

Lemon and Kiara had continued chatting yesterday until Lemon had to leave for her date, a ‘family party’ being the first reasonable sounding thing that came to mind when having to end their conversation. She hated lying, she really did, but how acceptable was it really to tell one Tinder-match that you were going on a date with another Tinder-match?

[17:03] It went well, merci! But I was too hungover to function all day lol 🤯

[17:03] How has your day been? 😊

Right, who’s next? Two new matches and a message from Boa! Let’s see what she has to say about me spamming her before she blocks me. Clicking on the girl’s message from last night, however, Lemon was pleasantly surprised that her texting blunder wasn’t the end of her chances.

[20:55] Lololololololololol no YOU’RE fun!!!!

[20:55] Clock the good grammar

[20:55] So what’s a girl like you doing on an app like this?

[20:56] 🍆🍆🍆

Now that was a question Lemon still occasionally asked herself, and she didn’t even know if she had an answer. So the best she could do was be honest.

[17:07] Well I’m recently single so I’m just seeing what happens, really, a few dates here and there to get me back on my feet again! To quote the great Kelly Rowland, I am down for whatever 😉

[17:07] How about you?

She had, once again, been well and truly sucked into the Tinder vortex. Closing her laptop and placing it on her bedside table, she nuzzled her face into Gus’s head, the dog making no effort at all to reciprocate the sudden attention. Squishing a kiss to his head, she turned back to the app, and her new matches: Scarlett and Ilona. They had both matched at around the same time, making their chat windows sit neatly at the bottom of Lemon’s screen. Sending them both standard “Hey gorge! What’s up? 😊” messages, she went back to swiping through profiles, although within less than a minute, a reply from Scarlett flashed at the top of her screen. 

[17:13] Hey gorge! I’m doing much better now that I’m speaking to you 😉

[17:14] What’s up with you?

A bit of enthusiasm goes a long way, she smiled, maybe Scarlett is the one? Or maybe she’s too into me and I should be worried? Surely not!

[17:15] I’m glad I can help! I’m pretty good thanks, having a lazy night in tonight! Are you doing anything fun?

Lemon debated giving the girl more details of her night in, but she was worried about what she might think… She’s covered in tattoos and eats fire, for god’s sake, there is no way she likes Lady Gaga or The Sims. She probably listens to death metal and drives a motorbike and has a pet snake, I could never compete! 

Fortunately, Scarlett was charming and very easy to talk to, and the two exchanged details - both mundane and exciting - through quickly typed messages. She learned that the other blonde was a lawyer, but had gone to circus school at weekends throughout university - which explained a lot - and was currently in an open relationship with her girlfriend. Lemon had never been ‘the other woman’ before, but as long as she wasn’t hurting anyone, surely it’s not that bad! Eventually, though, one message made Lemon’s anxiety start to creep in again.

[17:57] So I know this probably seems WAY too fast, so don’t worry if you don’t want to

Time seemed to stand still between this message and the next one. What does she want to do that’s fast? Sex? That’s not that big a deal, it must be more than that. Unless she’s into super kinky shit, which wouldn’t surprise me, does she want to piss on me? Does she want her girlfriend to piss on me? Does she want me to be her fake girlfriend at her sister’s wedding where we have to share a bed before eventually realising we loved each other all along? Finally, right on cue, the follow-up arrived.

[17:59] It’s my birthday on Saturday and I’m having a party at my house before heading out on the town, it’ll hopefully just be a few friends, and it would be cool if you could make it 🥳

[18:00] You can bring a friend if you want! But again no pressure!!

Wow, that wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. She started blankly at her phone, letting her heart rate settle back down to its normal speed. A party, cool. I can do that!

[18:02] You had me worried for a second there! But that sounds fun, I’ll be there! 😀

Exiting the app, she hastily composed a message to Jan. Jan loved parties, she had such a natural charisma which she exuded effortlessly whenever she entered a room. She was able to chat to anyone about anything, and Lemon was always responsible for getting her out of tricky situations on nights out where her natural friendliness had been mistaken for something else. She would be the perfect person to deflect any potential awkwardness that may occur at a Tinder-date-she’d-never-met-before’s birthday party. As she awaited Jan’s reply (Please please please say yes, Jan, you’re my only hope!), she checked on the app again, swiping through countless samey-looking profiles. Until she reached one that she’d definitely seen before.

Priyanka, 29

Within 10 miles

I already swiped for this girl, look! There’s her in her lengha, there she’s at pride… Oh she has new pictures now, how weird! Priyanka did indeed have an additional two photos on her profile which Lemon hadn’t seen before: a professional-looking black and white image of her face and torso, showing her dark waves flowing down her shoulders, and her eyes directly piercing Lemon’s soul; and finally, a picture of the dark-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig, cowboy hat, and appearing to be screaming into a microphone… I do like a Hannah Montana fantasy, get it girl!

Just like before, Lemon swiped Priyanka’s profile to the right, but unlike last time, the notification she’d been hoping for appeared straight away.

Congratulations! You have matched with Priyanka!

Buoyed by the excitement of matching with somebody so quickly - and someone so gorgeous - Lemon jumped straight off the bed and started dancing, ‘Rain on Me’ blaring beside her for the third time that evening. Even Gus seemed to pick up on the change of energy, running up and down the bed, wagging his tail merrily. As the pair danced, the familiar ‘ding’ of a new notification sounded through the room. And again.

Briefly pausing to pick up her phone, she saw the two messages she had received. Firstly, from Kiara.

[18:12] Unnggghhh work today was the worst, but I found a really cute Portuguese café on my walk home! I have eaten so many natas lol. We could go sometime if you want to? 🙂

Before replying (yes, obviously… I didn’t download Duolingo yesterday for nothing!), she went to check on the second message, which was from her recent match, Ilona.

[18:12] See you on Saturday bitch! xox

Well that seems ominous.

[malethirsty]

What Went Down In The Supply Closet: Jason Carter

Summary: Competing to become America’s Next Drag Superstar is difficult enough, but managing a crush on Pit Crew member Jason on the side, that was a massive test.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired by: You can blame Jason for his hot performance in Gay’s Anatomy.



Whenever people are shut into unfamiliar situations, it either brings out the best or worse in them. Being stuck in a Reality Competition Show wasn’t the same as handling a serious crisis but with massive amounts of ego in the room, it was pretty damn close.

You had perfected the character of Simon Simone, a play on the famous film Victor/Victoria for nine years, and after several audition attempts finally secured a spot on RuPaul’s Drag Race. Many queens immediately flocked to you, which was curious as you always looked up to the girls in your club for tips and tricks, but nevertheless tried to teach your wacky genre of lipsync to the girls in addition to preparing everything else. Your planning had worked pretty well so far, as you had swerved the dreaded first elimination with your cast, won the next challenge and survived the dreaded construction challenge.

You finally arrived at the Acting challenge, where you’d knew you’d do well, especially as the theme was Gay’s Anatomy, you knew enough about the shows namesake to do any of the leading roles, which stood strongly out as you sat with the other girls as you read the script. People started to throw out suggestions of which role they wanted “I’d like Dr. Meredith Gay #1” you threw into the mix “I think I wanna do Dr. Meredith Gay #2” Jan quipped afterwards, you grinned over at her and threw a thumbs up, even though Gigi and Nicky were responsible for casting the roles, you knew Jan was chomping at the bit to get back into the Top group following the first episode, and besides she sort of had a Ellen Pompeo eske quality to her.

“While you Untuck backstage, Nicky and I will deliberate.” Gigi said, taking a feather out of Ru’s book, making us all chuckle. Jan motioned to you and you quickly moved over, walking with her to the tables “So I think I know why you took Dr. Gay #1 but I have to ask, was it because of Jason?” You gave a slight smile, confirming Jan’s question. Ever since you had arrived the Pit Crew member had his eyes on you, whilst being moved up and down the line, he had made flirting glances, which you smiled back at, thinking he probably did this with all the other girls. But your suspicion was irked when after Widow moved you second in the lineup behind Jan, he followed you and rested his head on your shoulder “Hey babe.” He whispered softly in your ear “Well hello yourself, I’ve seen you on my TV for a long time.” You blurted out “Well I hope I can see you on your back soon.” He responded, giving a wink as RuPaul regained everyone’s attention over that weeks challenge.

You knew his comment was flirtier than normal, it conveyed straight up sex, but it set you off. That night locked in your hotel room, you had the best night wanking your cock to the thought of Jason fucking you deeply on your workstation, you’d never shot so much in your life. Ever since, you’d tried to get close without the others noticing but it was tricky to do, unless you did this. “Simon, are you sure this is the right way to do it, your place in the competition is at stake if you don’t concentrate.” Jan warned “I realize that, but what else is he gonna do, pull me aside when I go to the bathroom? Production swarm nearly everywhere, and besides if he’s not McFlurry I’ll have massive attention to my part.” “And if he is?” “Well, Dr. Gay does follow her heart more her head, think of it as method acting.” You responded “Don’t worry girl, I won’t lose focus, I’m still taking the competition seriously, I’m going along a different route that’s all.” “Guys.” Heidi’s voice cut through the room “Gigi and Nicky are on their way back.” You and Jan hastened back to the couch where both of you were given the roles you’d asked for. Aiden and Widow had huffed at theirs but you didn’t care, you were working on a plan.

Eventually time came to head into the set. Carson explained procedure and got you up to act in the scenes near the front desk in the intro, whilst sending Heidi and Crystal into the supply closet for their scene “Right McFlurry, we need you.” Carson called off to the side and looking over, your stomach did flip flops, it was Jason. Jan noticed and looked over at you, nodding as she did. “So you two are sneaking off to the Supply closet for some alone time but your space has been taken by Heidi and Crystal.” You nodded, understanding the direction that needed to be taken. You stepped over with McFlurry to the supply closet, glancing back to McFlurry who had the biggest smile on his face mixed with a sharp look of lust, that almost made you weak at the knees, ALMOST being the key word, you didn’t want to disappoint your friend and fuck up, so you glanced over and smiled before opening the door, sure enough Heidi and Crystal were indeed making out & looked up on cue looking scandalized “Oh sorry.” You said in apology, looking over at McFlurry who had the biggest smile on his face. “And cut.” Carson said, giving you the chance to breathe out “I actually don’t think we need to go over that again, so thank you McFlurry, Heidi and Crystal, Simon I’m gonna need you near the desk.” You nodded and moved over, getting a good view of Jason as he walked back to wait with the other girls, you hate to see him leave, but loved to see him walk away.

The B-Roll shooting had been completed, your first big scene was now happening with Gigi and Brita as Dr. Tizzie Stevens and Dr. Samdra Okurrr, they were discussing your mother, played by Ms. Cox having a ‘Near Fatal Tucking Accident’ before your mother barged in with her pity me moment. You kept on track knowing at any moment, Jason would walk in for another part. Soon enough, the doors flew open as McFlurry walked across the room “Dr. Meredith.” He said very formally, you intently lent over to him “Meet me in the supply closet.” He said in a smoother honey laden voice, the familiar look of lust on his face, looking so perfect that it made you melt into the floor, you thankfully noticed that he had made his way passed Mother Gay, giving you your cue “I have to go.” You told Tizzie and Sandra, rushing off after McFlurry. Carson thankfully didn’t need you to run that part again, so you went off to the side to watch as the others performed their scenes.

Eventually everyone had wrapped, and you were given a break time and an opportunity to De-Drag whilst the crew went out to get lunch. You were walking along the Untucked set, listening to that week’s lipsync song and practicing before you got a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, you saw Jason “Hey there!” You smiled “Hey Simon, you did amazing today.” “Thanks, you did so well, that look on your face as we walked to the supply closet, it was so lustful and needy, like you actually wanted to fuck me deep once you got there.” You’d realized what you said only moments later and began to turn a bright shade of red, Jason laughing at seeing your embarrassed expression. You began to seem crushed that he was laughing at you before he moved closer “Who’s to say I wasn’t acting?” Jason’s lips closed over yours, giving you a sweet but short kiss. He pulled away, you breathless, not only was he crushing on you but he was a fantastic kisser. He lent up to your ear “Meet me in the supply closet.” He recited his line from earlier except this time it was dripping with an extra needy lust rather than a suave tone to it alone. Having known where the closet was, you nodded and Jason moved off. To pass time without getting any wandering crew suss, you did another rendition of Heart to Break, this time with a lot more passion in the number due to your situation with Jason, before finally making your way down.

Coming across the supply closet, you opened the door and slipped in. No sooner had you entered then your back was pressed against the door by Jason, locking you in yet another heated kiss, his hand slipped over to the door, locking it before moving it back to your head “Wrap your legs around me.” He whispered hotly and you did as he instructed as he moved you to the back wall, continuing his work. Both of you were equally hard and needed relief so Jason took it upon himself to remove your clothing “I have less, and I’d rather see you naked first.” “Fair enough.” You grinned as each item of clothing was dropped to the floor, eventually you stood naked before your crush “Fuck, you ready to see me.” “Yeah” you responded and Jason hooked his hand round his underwear and pushed down. Your mouth dropped, he was huge, probably 8 inches long, one of the biggest dicks you’d ever seen. Seeing your face, he shot another smile, getting you even harder “Well, someone really fucking likes me.” He grinned “What’s your male name?” “Y/N.” You responded, relieved the drag name was gone, as sex with that was often awkward “Well Y/N, get on your knees and suck me off.”

You got down onto the cold floor and moved forwards, taking the Pit Crew’s member in your mouth. “Yeah, nice and warm, work it.” Jason purred out and you began to set a rhythm. Jason let out soft moans and groans, slowly growing in volume until his moans reverberated in the small room. “Oh fuck Y/N, your mouth is so good on my dick, think you could suck on my nuts? My huge sack.” He grinned, palming his balls. You withdrew from his cock, flushed out looking up at Jason with passionate adoring eyes as you began to take his balls into your mouth. As you sucked, Jason’s legs began to quake “Oh damn. Where did you learn to suck so good? Fuck, not even my ex sucked better than you, fucking keep going.” Against better thinking, you continued your attentiveness on his balls, until suddenly you felt knees slamming into you, Jason had given way and with a short yell, he fell flat on top of you “Well when I said I wanted a Hot Chocolate, this isn’t what I meant.” You said, trying to soften the embarrassment of him slipping. It worked, as Jason let out a laugh “And how did you want your hot chocolate?” He asked “Hot and steamy, really worked on hard so that you’d get white froth around it.” “Fuck, I know I can give you what you need Y/N, put your legs behind your head.” Having seen you split earlier whilst you were practicing, he knew you were flexible, and started down at you as you indeed stretched yourself out, your asshole on full display for him “Fuck, so damn pretty.” He groaned, circling a finger around it “Jason don’t tease please.” You groaned, you’d worked so hard on meeting him halfway, you couldn’t bare another moment. Jason immediately removed his finger, and stroked his cock, getting it slick with precum “Well, I guess I was right a few days ago, I did get to see you on your back.” He shoved forwards in a fluid motion, your cries mixing together.

He set a very languid pace, preferring to work you open, but you didn’t care, he was inside you & that was all that mattered. “Ah, yeah, that’s it Y/N, clench round my dick, fucking hell baby, you’re so damn tight!” The compliments mixed with his fuck practically put you in heaven, you could only moan outwardly as Jason continued to fuck you, slowly but surely picking up the pace. Finally you began to meet his pace, and he began to increase quicker, grinning over at you, it was like a contest, trying to catch up but it also made the fuck a very high energy one that you really loved. “Fuck Jason” “Yeah babe?” “Keep going, fuck, keep fucking me with your big black cock.” Taking the request as an invitation, he finally found a fast rhythm and began to plow into your mercilessly, the game gone, replaced with a savage urge to fuck hard. “Fuck Y/N, you don’t know how fucking good you make me. That day we first met, I fucking masturbated all night thinking about you, shot my load all over myself.” “I wanked as well, got nice and messy with my shot load.” He grinned down at you “I’d love to see that later. Fuck, it was so hard to control myself in that scene, do you want to know what would have happened had Carson and the others not been there?” You nodded, so he continued “I would have ripped your clothes and fucked you hard on the desk, all spread out, we’d probably break it from how hard we’re going now.”

Jason’s dirty talk, his pace, his beautiful body flexing as he fucked, it all rushed over you as you shot your load all over. “Fuck, and I didn’t even have to stroke you, maybe you can be by new man.” “Fuck I’d love that.” You moaned, Jason gave another grin as he went back to his fast pace, your ass now beginning to grip around him “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon, you want it in your ass?” “Fuck yeah!” You groaned “Oh Y/N, you are the perfect man and woman wrapped into one.” You laughed, smiling up at Jason as he met your lips in another Earth shattering kiss “Oh fuck I’m close Y/N, I’m about to cum, OH SHIT, OH FUCK YEAH! YES!” Various other curse words mixed with your name rushed out of Jason’s mouth as he shot load after warm load deep.

Jason dropped on top of you, kissing you again as your load mixed with his sweat, you licked down his neck, tasting him. “Oh fuck, your tongue is so good.” You both rested for a while, panting deeply as you gained your strength back. “We better get dressed.” Jason stated “I’ll leave first, wait for five and make sure the coast is clear.” You nodded, reaching for your garments as Jason put his on, and casually strolled out of the door casually, like he hadn’t fucked you into the floor. As you continued your clothing process, you couldn’t help but grin, you didn’t know of how the competition would shape up, but you at least had someone to fall back on, you were Jason Carter’s and that was everything.

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Gentle Rain (Part Seven)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Author: Gumnut

26 - 27 Jan 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 2017

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For Scribbles97 Thank you all for all your support on this fic. You are wonderful.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Virgil could never be anything but awed at the power of Mother Nature. The massive swirl of cloud beneath them was one hell of a spectacle. Of course, it wasn’t his first cyclone or hurricane, he had tackled many over the years, but each one had its own character.

And this one was big and angry.

“We’re looking at a category four, verging on five.” John hovered above the dash, sitting rather than his usual float due to his being earthbound. “Be careful.” A frown. “And incidentally, your brother is an idiot.”

“Hey!” This from Gordon in the co-pilot’s seat.

John raised an eyebrow in his younger brother’s direction. “I was referring to your big brother. Scott just ran himself into a wall.”

Virgil was calculating his descent trajectory as the scanner located the fishing trawler floundering in the storm below. His head shot up. “What?!”

“Don’t worry, Kayo’s got him. He’s fine. Update you when you get back.”

“Thanks for that, John.” His tone dripped sarcasm.

“Not a problem.” The red head smirked. “Seriously, he’s fine.” In the background, a woman yelled, “You bloody idiot!” Another arched eyebrow. “Assuming our guest doesn’t kill him.”

Virgil had to grin at that. “Beginning descent now.”

“Copy that.” John’s image flickered out leaving Virgil to concentrate on flying into the cyclone.

-o-o-o-

Em had a split second to see a room with a view, a massive Christmas tree, a desk and some portraits before her eyes latched on her patient barrelling up out of a central sunken lounge area directly into a stonework wall on the other side of the room.

He clipped his prone and broken leg causing the hoverchair to slew sideways, sending his entire left and damaged side into the stonework.

The room froze in shock.

Then she was moving.

Her hand activated the ‘scoot’s controls in her palm and she zipped around the curvature of the lounge and was at his side in a moment.

“Scott?” She lowered herself, reaching for him.

His eyes scrunched closed, but his right hand was reaching for his left arm. “Ouch.” A blink, one eye opened and looked up at her. “Em?”

She stared at him. Her eyes tracked the length of his body, checking for further injury. “Are you okay?” She vaguely registered Kayo approaching from behind.

He wriggled in his seat as if checking. “Uh, yeah. I think so.” An amused glance in her direction. “How are you?”

“How am I?” Her voice was faint even in her ears. His blue eyes sparkled up at her and the butterflies in her stomach went feral. She lost it. “You bloody idiot! How am I? What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you have any bloody idea how close you came to dying under that hotel? My god, Scott!”

The expression on his face faltered and he straightened up. His brow furrowed as he appeared to finally fully register her presence.

“It was an accident.”

“What the hell were you doing? You can fly a Thunderbird, but you can’t steer a bloody hover chair?”

“Well, when you put it like that.” But his eyes latched onto her hoverscoot and he paled...for all of two seconds before looking up at her again. “Nice to finally meet you.” The smile returned.

She spun on the spot and, turning her back to him, made her way around the lounge and out toward the view. She would be of better mind if she didn’t have to contend with his charm.

Goddamnit, he’d scared her. And it scared her how much he had scared her with such a simple moment. She couldn’t afford to be vulnerable right now. Too much to contend with. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. No, she definitely shouldn’t have come. She should have holed up at home and rebuilt her shields.

Behind her she heard a quiet Kayo. “You know she’s right. You are a bloody idiot.”

Okay so that made her smile just a little.

The sea breeze whipped up from the ocean below and she used it to calm her frazzled nerves. Closing her eyes, she forced her muscles to relax, slowed her beating heart and took a moment to just be.

The whir of his hoverchair slipped up beside her. “Can we start again?”

A swallow, keep it together. “I guess.” She turned and looked down at him. He was all calm and politeness. A moment and she offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Em Harris. Very pleased to meet you.”

He took her hand in a firm grip, his skin warm. That smile appeared again, but it was softer and more genuine. “Scott Tracy. And I’m very happy to finally meet you.” His voice was as soft as his smile and she found herself drowning in his eyes.

She mentally shook herself, fighting the current. He still had her hand. “Are you going to introduce me to your brother or do I have to guess which one he is?”

He started at that and let her hand drop, peering over his shoulder. “John, come here.”

The tall and slim red head rolled his eyes and stood up from behind the desk, walking over to join them on the balcony. He dipped his head in greeting and she was stunned by the flicker of green in his eyes. What was it with the Tracy genes? Primed for gorgeous eyes?

“Em, this is my middle brother, John Tracy.”

She held out her hand and he took it gently. His skin was softer than Scott’s, but equally as warm. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”

John’s smile was much more subtle than Scott’s as well. “Likewise. Welcome to Tracy Island.” His eyes darted back to the desk. “Please excuse me, I’m on duty.” He took a step back inside before turning back to his brother. “You might want to give Em a tour, Scott.”

To her surprise, Scott started and blinked. “What? Oh, yes, of course.” He shot her a smile, but it was distracted.

She frowned.

But suddenly that genuine soft smile was back and he held out a hand. “Shall we?”

Turning to look back into the lounge, she spotted Kayo. The woman smiled at her and nodded. Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound. At least if she was following him around he wasn’t colliding with any more walls.

She reached out and took that hand.

It was still wonderfully warm.

“Lead on.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil clung to the yoke as the cyclone attempted to throw his ‘bird into the ocean and she fought against the howling wind. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he had been flying straight, but he had to hover and collect the module. His brother and the surviving fishermen were relying on him.

A nasty downdraft slapped them again and the ocean beneath attempted to reach up and grab him from the sky.

His clearance was limited by the length of his grapples and the swell was massive. He had managed the drop off easily enough, the module hitting the surface and rapidly submerging to a safe level where TB4 could disembark. The module’s inbuilt engines and pumps kept it stable in the depths awaiting Gordon’s return.

The aquanaut, with some swearing over the comms, had been able to save the three fishermen before their trawler took a plunge under the next mountainous wave. They all ended up wet, Gordon ended up furious, and now they were safe in the module, awaiting pickup just below the surface.

But the winds were hell, Virgil was tired, and, if he was honest, afraid. This was the one scenario with module deployment that had him scared he may not be able to do it. Mainly because if he couldn’t, his brother could be lost. It all relied on Virgil catching that module in heaving seas and howling winds.

He wrenched on the yoke again and the whole right side of his ribcage twinged. Great. He did not have time for this.

“Whenever you are ready, Virgil.”

He grit his teeth. “Doing my best, Gordon. This is a cyclone after all.”

“FAB.” At least his brother sounded suitably admonished.

He shunted altitude control over to autopilot, upped sensory response to wind velocity and took aim. Three green targets almost immediately. The fourth failed and within a second or two the other three followed and he had to reset the system.

Again.

An exhaled breath, his chest tight.

Two targets green, two red and targets lost.

“Goddamnit!”

He had to do this.

Reset.

Aim.

One target green.

‘C’mon.”

Three.

And four!

He fired.

They stayed green.

Oh, thank god. He immediately set the pumps in the module to shedding water as the grapples started pulling her to the surface. He had to be fast because his ‘bird was now chained to the swell and she rose and dipped alarmingly as the autopilot calculated the distances.

He could almost feel the pumps grinding away below sloshing water, desperately doing their best to free the module of saltwater.

Of course, this was the very moment the ocean decided to throw a wall of that water at him. Suddenly his entire view was wrapped in turbulent whites and greys, TB2’s own spotlights lighting it up for all to see.

Shiiiiiiiit!

He yanked on the yoke and TB2 screamed at the sudden power surge. Module Four was ripped from the ocean surface still half full, and caught immediately by the gale force cross winds. He struggled to gain altitude as the autopilot failed to compensate, desperate to clear the mountain of water bearing down on them.

He almost made it.

Water rushed across the bow of his ‘bird, splashing the rain off his viewports. VTOL flickered, but it was the extra weight on the cables that set the dash screaming at him. There was suddenly a good twenty to thirty metres of saltwater between Thunderbird Two and her flailing module. Unbalanced, continually moving and heavy.

He froze the retrieval, desperate to relieve the strain on the grapples and let the wave move past.

It took forever.

Red lights strobes at him. Grapple two registered a loss of grip momentarily, scaring the bejesus out of him, before locking in green again.

Time hung in terror.

And the swell moved on.

Module Four swung once again in the gale.

Virgil struggled to take a breath.

The pumps churned out the remains of the saltwater as Two finally gained the necessary altitude, fighting the winds best enough to once again draw up and nest the module in her belly.

Heart still pounding, Virgil kicked in the rear thrusters and pushed her towards the cloud ceiling, breaking through finally into the clear air above.

The sudden absence of turbulence was startling.

Once free and steady, he programmed the autopilot to send them to Broome, a matter of minutes away, and took a moment for himself.

Oh god.

His heart was beating against his breastbone. He felt he couldn’t breathe in enough oxygen.

Alone in the cockpit, he dropped his head towards his knees, ignoring the pain in his side at the position. He took strong steadying breaths, desperate to calm himself down.

“Virgil? Virgil!”

Gordon rushed over, but the engineer managed to get himself upright before his brother reached him. “I’m fine. ‘S okay.”

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm was there, but the energy wasn’t.

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” Gordon was frowning at him.

A deep breath that didn’t quite feel deep enough, but it got strength back into his voice. “I’m fine. I should be asking you that question.”

“Oh, that was some ride, Virg. We will need to replenish the sick bags in Four, though.”

Virgil stared at his brother. Did he have any idea how close it had been?

Gordon stared back. “What?”

“This is Broome International Airport calling Thunderbird Two. You are clear for approach.”

He blinked and turned back to his console.

Dump the dumb fishermen and go home.

That was all he had to do.

And ignore his trembling hands.

-o-o-o-

End Part Seven.

Part Eight

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17 terrifying creepypastas guaranteed to keep you up at night

The age-old tradition of telling ghost stories around a campfire has gotten a digital upgrade with creepypastas — scary stories or pictures that spread across message boards, becoming internet lore that are discussed both on and offline.

People around the word share their bizarre and terrifying creepypastas, hoping that the tales will gain popularity and become classics, often quoted or cited by horror fans and frightened netizens.

Like with the ghost stories of old, not all creepypastas are particularly scary or good, even if they are frequently passed around. Reading a long story with an interesting title or image is no guarantee of a frightening payoff, and the writers often forget that just having someone meeting a quick and unfortunate fate does not an interesting story make.

When a real gem of a creepypasta is found, it makes all the searching and scavenging worth it (at least until it's time to fall asleep). So grab a friend, turn off the lights, and prepare to be scared to scroll any further — here are 17 of the scariest creepypastas.

1. The Slender Man

A post shared by SLENDERMAN ™ ☛ALWAYЅ WATCHES (@slender.mxn) on Aug 23, 2018 at 12:40pm PDT

Before this pale, faceless ghoul had his own movie and video game series, he haunted the forums of the internet with his finely pressed suit and unnaturally long limbs. The Slender Man's story is not a narrative one, but a pseudo-historical look at this monster's history with humanity that is tied into several other creepypastas.

Typically, the Slender Man preys on children and those who become obsessed with his existence, though no one knows exactly what happens to the bodies since no one has ever escaped from an encounter with him. Suggested stories featuring the Slender Man include The Tall Man and the Marble Hornets videos.

In the real world, this creepypasta figure became a key figure during an assault and subsequent criminal case in 2014 involving three 12-year-old girls. Wisconsin teens Anissa Weier and Morgan Geyser, lured their friend, Payton Leutner, into the woods during a game of hide-and-seek. In an reported attempt to appease Slender Man, the duo stabbed Leutner 19 times and left her at the scene. Leutner managed to drag herself to a nearby road where a cyclist found her, and she was immediately taken to a hospital where she recovered from her injuries.

Soon after the attack, Weier and Geyser were arrested and tried for attempted second-degree murder. In 2017, Weier was sentenced to 25 years in a mental institution, while her accomplice Geyser was sentenced to 40 years in a mental hospital in 2018.

2. Candle Cove

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Everyone has a television show from their childhood that they fondly remember. Like those who nostalgically recall the adventures of Dora the Explorer, Mister Rogers, and Sesame Street, some adults rediscovered their favorite show from the 1970s, Candle Cove, on a television forum in this creepypasta. Slowly, their memories of the show grow darker and more disturbing until one of the adults asks his mother about the true nature of the show.

The forum format of the story adds a spooky realism to the tale, also making it easy to recreate and share on other boards. If you find this story particularly compelling, watch the first season of the Syfy original series Channel Zero, which is based off this creepypasta. 

3. Robert the Doll

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Not for the faint of heart, Robert the Doll really exists. The myths surrounding him vary, especially since it became so popular on the internet. The doll was given to artist Robert Eugene Otto in the late 1800s or early 1900s by a servant working in his family home. The doll, which he named after himself, then took on a life of its own and began to terrorize the family.

Otto is said to have kept his doll into adulthood and it subsequently tormented his late wife to insanity. When the doll was found by another family, the girl to whom it was given was terrified of it and refused to have it in her room.

The doll is currently residing in the Fort East Martello Museum in Key West, Florida. Visitors must ask Robert politely if they want to take his photo. If they mock him or take his photo without permission, Robert is said to lay a curse on them.

4. Anasi's Goatman Story

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Based on a Native American legend, this creepypasta was originally found on 4Chan's paranormal board /x/, where some of the best creepypastas can be found.

The story follows a teenager who goes down to Alabama to be with his extended family. While he, his cousins, and their friends are camping out in the woods, they see a strange figure — the Goatman — jerking and spouting gibberish as it follows them. They spend the rest of the night in fear as the Goatman slowly infiltrates the group, terrorizing the teens into a frenzied state of paranoia.

This mix of pre-existing lore and new narrative is not rare for creepypastas, but it's the strength of the writing that really makes this particular story worth sharing. There are variations of this story, but most follow a similar formula where a group is stalked by the titular monster with different outcomes.

5. The Russian Sleep Experiment

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A staple of best creepypasta lists everywhere, the title of this story itself carries with it a sense of dread and horror. Shortly after World War II, five political prisoners are subjected to an experiment in which they have to remain awake for 30 days in a tank filled with an experimental gas. As with most science-gone-wrong stories, the test subjects begin to lose their minds among a number of other gruesome symptoms. The horror does not end when the experimenters try to save their subjects — far from it.

Just know that this story may not be appropriate if you are squeamish or dislike gore, as the narrative goes into graphic detail about the physical state of the patients. Thankfully there are no pictures, or this would be the ultimate nightmare fuel.

6. Jeff the Killer

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If you've never laid eyes on the infamous image of Jeff the Killer before, consider yourself lucky. The basic story concerns Jeff, a serial killer who hides in the closet and whispers "go to sleep" to its victim before slaughtering everyone in the household. Even more disturbing than his M.O. is his appearance — his face is smooth and stark white, a huge grin and small lid-less eyes. He is one of the most easily recognizable creepypastas, with his eerie stare posted across forums.

His origin story involves a fight that resulted in a chemical burn on his face and caused him to suffer a mental break. Soon after, he murdered his family and disappeared into the night to make guest appearances in your nightmares.

7. BEN Drowned

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Hacked video games are often found in creepypastas, but none is more infamous than BEN Drowned, the story of Matt, a college-age boy who picks up a hacked cartridge of The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask at a garage sale. 

As the boy plays, he captures the strange occurrences in the game and real life until it ultimately culminates into a full haunting. The narrator and BEN's fates are left up to the reader's imagination, but the tale implies that a happy ending is not in the realm of possibility.

This creepypasta is one of the few that integrate multiple types of media into the story. There is the text of the story itself — both a formal post version that went up on 4Chan's /x/ forums in real time and a diary included on the final post — and videos of the disturbing gameplay under the YouTube channel Alex Hall (originally Jadusable). The footage includes a warped soundtrack, terrifying glitches, and a creepy statue that is supposed to be BEN following the player around. 

While the story is clearly fictional, the level of dedication to creating this eerie story makes it worth the read.

8. Persuaded

A post shared by Dark Town (@darktown.cz) on Jul 12, 2017 at 6:29am PDT

Zombies definitely have a place in creepypastas, especially after having taken over the majority of pop culture. However, in the spirit of keeping readers on their toes, these zombies don't need frenzied biting to increase their numbers, which elevates this tale above and beyond other zombie-inspired creepypastas.

After a massive oil spill, all those touched by the substance begin to viciously attack other creatures, causing mass panic across the country. The nameless protagonist holes himself up in his apartment, waiting for the screaming, violent horde to come crashing through his door and tear him limb from limb. If only that had actually happened, instead of the two day-long nightmare that really unfolds.

9. Smile Dog

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If there's any story on this list that best captures the message "be careful what you wish for," Smile Dog is it. The creepypasta deals with an image posted on an old bulletin board system back in 1992 called smile.jpg. Those who saw the image either disappeared or died, save for one Mary E., who the narrator goes to interview. What he eventually learns is that some things, even simple pictures, are better left as mysteries than dealing with the horrifying truth.

In case you were wondering, the story does come with an accompanying image, but you may not want to see it after reading the full story. Though, in the end, you may not have a choice.

10. Annora Petrova

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This tale reminds us that it's best not to Google yourself, no matter how tempting it may be. Annora Petrova was one of the most promising figure skaters in the United States, until she discovered a sentient Wikipedia page about her. After trying to selfishly alter her fate by editing the page, her life spirals out of control in the most unexpected ways, until she is a friendless orphan (which isn't even the worst part).

While the Wikipedia page does not actually exist, it's a harrowing tale about messing with the unknown forces of the internet. If you do check this story out, make sure you click on the image at the bottom of the email for an extra layer of spookiness.

11. NoEnd House

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Yo, if you're not watching #ChannelZero on #SyFy get 👏 on 👏 that 👏 shit! Each season is a different story, season 1 is on Shudder, the other two are on SyFy.com #horror #candlecove #noendhouse #butchersblock

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Haunted houses are at the center of many famous scary narratives, and surviving the night in one earned teenagers instant respect. Still, is the potential trauma and death worth the admiration of people who you'll likely never see again after graduation? This creepypasta answers with a firm and decisive "no."

NoEnd House promises $500 to whomever can survive a trip through its nine rooms of torture, a challenge that our narrator David readily accepts. The rooms begin to grow increasingly sinister and evil, pushing the limits of David's psyche and humanity. Are nine rooms really worth such a small monetary compensation that won't even pay for one therapy session?

The Syfy series Channel Zero also covers this creepypasta in its second season if you want to add some visuals to this spooky story.

12. Psychosis

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Can you really trust what you see and feel? Is your life all a computer simulation? Do we live in the Matrix? Are we all just people in someone's else dream that is bound to end? Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy?

Existentialism may not be the scariest of philosophies, but Psychosis shows that proving human existence beyond innate fears and paranoia is an inner battle that can never be won.

John soon finds out that he's been cut off from the rest of the world — his only communication with other people is through electronic devices. He quickly becomes paranoid and becomes convinced that everyone around him is lying, trying to get him to come outside his door so an unknown entity can get him. His logic tries to defy his gut feeling, but he falls further into the belief that something has gone horribly wrong outside, and it's coming for him next.

13. Doors

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This creepypasta is popular for its Shyamalan-esque nature. The tale follows a family with a young male narrator who talks about their daily lives together.

One night, the household is attacked by a mysterious figure that our intrepid protagonist tries to chase out. Giving any more of the plot away would ruin the surprise, but this story proves that brevity can be an effective tool when used to properly horrifying and amaze.

14. Gateway of the Mind

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Ever wonder what would happen if you couldn't see, hear, smell, taste, or touch? Well, this creepypasta is here to put that theory to the test in what is honestly the most terrifying science experiment.

The story centers around a group of scientists who wish to make contact with God, and they believe that this could be possible by removing the body of all five senses. After performing a complex sensory surgery on a test subject, the poor person is completely disoriented and begins to hallucinate and "hear" people who have passed away.

What happens at the end is extremely meta, but the grueling details involving the pure mental torture the subject goes through is enough to absolutely creep anyone out.

15. The Rake

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This monster may not be as famous as his cousin, Slender Man, but he sure is just as creepy. The Rake is a humanoid creature that is completely pale, hairless, and has a thirst for human flesh.

According to Know Your Meme, this creature was originally created in 4chan's /b/ board where someone opened a "make your own monster" thread. The description that eventually became a part of The Rake was, "no apparent mouth, pale skin, six feet tall when standing, but usually crouches and walks on all fours, no nose, no mouth," and many other disturbing physical features.

Eventually this creature played a central role in many creepypastas. Most of these stories primarily involve documented encounters with the monster, and more often than not, the person dealing with The Rake never makes it out alive. 

16. Lavender Town Syndrome

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A classic video game creepypasta that hits a little too close to home for those of us who grew up playing the original Pokémon Red and Blue during the late '90s. This creepypasta centers around the game Pokémon Green, which was only released in Japan in 1996. 

According to the legend, rates of illness and suicide in children in Japan between the ages of 7-12 have reached a fever pitch. The common connection between all of them? They all played Pokémon Green and had reached an area known as Lavender Town whose theme music had extremely high pitches. 

After conducting studies on this phenomenon that became known as "Lavender Town Syndrome," scientists realized that there was a certain tone in the town's music that only the ears of young children and teens could hear. This had essentially drove this demographic who played the game to insanity, causing them to have headaches, ear issues, and die from suicide.

While this sparked many theories and creepypastas surrounding Lavender Town and the original Pokémon games, this creepypasta is actually loosely based off a real-life incident involving a Pokémon episode that only aired in Japan in 1997. 

During the airing of the 38th episode of the original Pokémon television series titled Electric Soldier Porygon, a scene that made use of extreme flashing images gave hundreds of children epileptic seizures. 

17. The Expressionless

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In this creepypasta classic, a woman wearing a white gown that was covered in blood stumbled into a hospital in 1972. According to the nurse who is recounting this event, she said that this woman had the appearance of a mannequin, but was very much human-like in her movement and mannerisms.

After throwing a kitten she had clamped in her jaws on the ground, doctors and nurses rushed the woman into a hospital room for evaluation. Little does the hospital staff know that they have no idea who, or rather what, they're dealing with. 

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This story was originally published in 2013 and updated in 2018.

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I’m Still Coming Out (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

@arination99 Request:  Can I ask for a part 2 to the Krashlyn fic?? 

The reader tries her best to accept her sexuality, as well as her feelings for Emily Sonnett, feelings she has no idea if Emily returns. 

Spoiler, she does. 

If you’re looking for part 1 of this story, you can find it rightttt HERE: I’m Coming Out

It came as no surprise to you that after finding out you were gay, Ashlyn teased you to no end about your crush on one, Emily Sonnett.  

Ali reigned her in best she could, the woman rolling her eyes every time your mother would poke fun at you for blushing around the blonde.  

“Ash!” Ali shushed her, smacking her in the chest.  

“What? Look at themm!” She pouts, her hands on her cheeks as she nods to where you’re sitting with Emily.

The two of you were fast asleep, Emily’s head resting on your shoulder, whereas yours is rested on top of hers.  

“It’s just so sweet.” Ashlyn’s bottom lip trembles, her eyes glazing over.  

Ali shakes her head, but can’t help smiling when you rub your head against Emily’s, the two of you smiling in your sleep.  

In the seat next to them, Kelley and Alex are wearing the same expression as Ashlyn, both looking at their sleeping teammates with glassy orbs.  

“Oh my god that’s adorable.” Kelley whispers, stealthily snapping a picture of the two of you, her grin widening when Emily wraps her arms around your middle, pulling you closer, well as close as she could with the arm of the bus’s seat between the two of you.  

It’s soon after that the bus screeches to a halt, signaling that you’d reach your destination, which in this case was a hotel.  

The first of you to wake is Emily, the blonde’s eyes fluttering open slowly before widening, her cheeks flushing blood red.  

Her arms slowly slip from around you, the woman’s fingertips grazing your flat stomach, the blonde blushing when she feels the muscles beneath your shirt.  

She clears her throat, giving you a shake.  

“Hey, wake up we’re here.” She gives you another shake and you growl.  

“Emmmm, stopppp.” You whine, this time wrapping your arms around her, the blonde’s hazel orbs wide.  

“Y/N-

“Noo, five more minutes Em.” You murmur.  

Emily glances around, her hazel orbs wide and cheeks blood red when she realizes everyone is watching the two of you, each and every one of them wearing massive smiles.  

Lindsey wiggles her eye brows at the blonde, giving her a wink before Emily turns away bashfully, shaking you harder this time.  

“Wake up asshole.” She growls and you frown, glancing around bleary eyed.  

When you realize you’d made it to the hotel, you turn back towards Emily, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout.  

Emily sighs, rolling her eyes.  

“No, Y/N.” She says sternly, your bottom lip beginning to tremble slightly.  

“Don’t look at me like that.” She grumbles, the woman throwing her head back with a groan as you give her the best puppy dog eyes you can muster.  

Minutes later you’re grinning, you chin resting on the top of Emily’s head as she gives you a piggy back ride into the hotel, Ashlyn carrying your bags.  

“She’s so whipped.” Ashlyn whispers to Ali, the woman grinning as you turn your head, rubbing your cheek on the top of Emily’s head.  

“Thanks Em.” You whisper, letting out a yawn.  

Emily nods, her cheeks fire ball red. 

“No, prob.”  

                                                             ***

Emily watches with a small smile as you argue with the ref, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you throw your hands in the air in frustration.  

Eventually, Ali guides you away, but not before giving the ref her own glare.  

Beside her, Ashlyn snickers.  

“Like mother like daughter, right?” She nudges Emily, who grins.  

“I mean, you’re pretty spicy too.” She shrugs and Ashlyn nods.  

“Guilty.”  

The two go silent, their attention going back to the game, that is until Ashlyn clears her throat.  

“You know, Y/N may be over 20, but she IS my baby...” Ashlyn starts, Emily’s brows furrowing as she turns towards her, somewhat fearful at the edge in her voice.  

“Ye-Yeah...” She mumbles, attempting to swallow the lump in her throat.  

Was this a shovel talk?  

How could it be a shovel talk when you were only her best friend...?  

Emily’s cheeks flush bright red.  

Did she know?  

How COULD she have known that Emily wanted more?  

“And seeing as she’s my BABY... I’m not above literally killing for her...” Ashlyn turns towards Emily, Emily whose hazel orbs are bugging out of her head.  

“You know what I mean?” Ashlyn whispers, leaning towards her and Emily swallows hard, nodding rapidly.  

“I-I-I do...” She stammers, the older woman nodding before her lips split into a grin.  

“Just, treat her right.” She nods, turning away.  

Emily’s brows furrow, the tips of her ears burning.  

“W-W-W-We-We’re just friends you know...?” She stutters.  

Ashlyn turns back towards her, a smirk stretching across her face.  

“For now.”  

                                                             ***

The confusion on your face was apparent when Emily shuffled towards you, her head down and cheeks pink.  

You give her yellow vest a tug.  

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, head cocked to the side in confusion.  

Emily shakes her head.  

“N-No, n-nothing's wrong.” She stammers and your eyes narrow.  

“Sureeeeeeeeeeeee.”  

Emily’s cheeks flush darker when you slip an arm around her, fingers unconsciously dipping into her short’s pocket.  

Emily notices immediately, the tips of her ears literally on fire, her palms beginning to sweat.  

You feel her stiffen; your brows arched.  

“Are you alright?”

Emily nods.  

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be!?” She squeaks loudly, your eyes widening at the sound.  

“Umm, because you sound like you’ve been hitting the helium tank a LITTLE too hard...”  

Emily’s eyes narrow.  

“I do NOT.” She grumbles and you snort.  

“You do too.”  

Ashlyn watches from across the field as the two of you bicker, a smile stretching across her face.  

Ali walks up beside her, the woman’s lips splitting into a grin.  

“Are you sure those two aren’t married yet?” She whispers, giggling when you pull Emily into a headlock, the woman attempting to wiggle out of your hold.  

“Nah, not yet. Em, thinks they’re only friends.

Megan sighs.

“Oh to be a young baby gay again.”  

Ashlyn shakes her head, smiling when she sees your cheeks are dusted pink, Emily’s arm slung around your shoulders.

“Should we meddle?” Kelley asks as she joins the group.

Ashlyn shakes her head, smiling when Emily’s fingers tangle in your messy hair, your eyes widening as you turn towards her, face blood red.

“Nah, let them figure it out on their own. I have a feeling it won’t take them long.”

                                                             ***

Weeks had passed since Ashlyn had spoken to Emily about you, and the blonde couldn’t get you off her mind.

Friendship didn’t explain the way her heart would race when you were around, wouldn’t explain the way it skipped a best when you laughed.

“Okay, that’s it, you’re going to tell me what’s wrong right now.”

Emily jumps at the sound of your voice, the woman pulled from her trance.

“What are you talking about?” She asks innocently, earning an eye roll.  

“You’ve been spacing out for weeks, and I know you’re thinking because your nose crinkles.” You poke her nose and she huffs.

She remains silent for a moment and you groan.

“Em, seriously what is-

Your eyes widen when in a single motion Emily grabs your face, the woman tugging you forwards, her lips meeting yours in a kiss.

In that moment your body is set aflame, though you can’t move, you’re entirely frozen.

Emily pulls back abruptly when she realizes you aren’t kissing back.  

“Y/N?” She whispers, voice cracking as her hazel orbs fill with tears.  

In one swift motion you leap from the bed and sprint out of the room, slamming the hotel room’s door behind you, leaving a heartbroken Emily Sonnett behind.  

                                                             ***

A loud knocking on their hotel room’s door makes Ashlyn nearly fall out of bed, she and Ali sharing a glance before the blonde jumps to her feet and jerks the door open, revealing her incredibly disheveled daughter.  

The second you see your mother you burst into tears, the goalie opening her arms just as you leap towards her.  

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” Ashlyn coos, pushing the door shut behind her as she carries you to the bed, Ali frowning sadly when she sees you.  

“Aww, sweetie what happened?” She asks as you and Ashlyn move onto the bed.  

You turn, wrapping your arms around Ali, burying your face in her chest.  

“She kissed me and I didn’t kiss her back.” You whisper, Ashlyn and Ali sharing a glance, both unable to bite their smiles back.  

“You didn’t want to?” Ashlyn asks and you shake your head.  

“I wanted to.” You pout, bottom lip trembling.  

Ashlyn can’t help but laugh, shaking her head.  

“Then why didn’t you?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I don’t knowww!” You huff, growling when Ashlyn snickers.  

“I got scared!” You yell as Ali flicks Ashlyn in the ear.  

“It’s okay to be scared Y/N.” Ali brushes your tears away with a tender smile.  

“What did Em do?” Ashlyn asks and your eyes widen, remembering the look of pure heartbreak on Emily’s face.  

Your bottom lip trembles, tears yet again forming in your eyes.  

“She was crying...” You sniffle, your Y/E/C orbs darting around Ali’s face before you turn to your mother.  

Ashlyn cups your cheeks, leaning in to kiss your forehead.  

Afterwards, she nods to the door.  

“Go tell her how you feel Y/N, don’t let this chance pass you by. If you do you’ll regret it.”  

You swallow hard before nodding.  

You wrap your arms tightly around her, giving her a squeeze before doing the same to Ali.  

With no hesitation, you leap from the bed and sprint towards the door, hoping you weren't too late.  

The door slams shut and Ashlyn sniffles, a tear leaking from her hazel orbs.  

“She’s grown up, isn’t she?” She asks, Ali’s arms wrapping tightly around her.  

“Yeah, she is.”  

                                                             ***

Kelley lets out a literal screech when someone pounds on her and Alex’s hotel room door, the defender hitting her head on the night stand.  

“Oh god, call an ambulance.” She groans and Alex rolls her eyes, jumping from the bed and heading to the door.  

“Shake it off.”  

“I could be concussed JAN!” She screeches as Alex opens the door, frowning when she sees a disheveled, sobbing Emily Sonnett behind it.  

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Alex asks as Emily pushes her way inside, immediately running to Kelley who wraps her arms tightly around her.  

“I kissed Y/N and she ran awayyy!” She sobs into Kelley’s neck, the defender’s eyes widening as she holds her close.  

Kelley glances at Alex, the woman smiling softly as she makes her way over.  

“It’s okay Em, it’ll be okay.” She whispers, running a gentle hand down the blonde’s back.  

“She didn’t say anything?” Kelley asks.  

Emily shakes her head.  

“No, she just got all stiff then ran away.” She sniffles, frowning when Kelley smiles softly.  

“Why are you smiling?” She asks, bottom lip trembling.  

Kelley cups her cheeks.  

“She cares about you Em.” She whispers.  

Alex nods.  

“It sounds like she’s scared...”  

Emily sniffles, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie, her eyes widening when she realizes it’s in fact a hoodie, she’d stole from you.  

“Why would she be scared of me...?” She whispers and Kelley smiles, cupping her cheeks.  

“I think she’s scared of taking the next step...”  

Emily sniffles nodding to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.  

“You think she feels the same...?”  

Alex giggles, ruffling her messy blonde hair.

“She does, now go get her Em.”  

                                                             ***

You burst into the hotel room you share with Emily, a frown tugging the corners of your mouth downward when you find the room empty.  

You sigh, slinking towards the bed, your elbows resting on your knees.  

What if Emily didn’t come back?  

What if she decided the kiss was a mistake?  

The silence in the room is deafening, so deafening in fact that you can hear footsteps in the hallway, footsteps that are approaching your door.  

You swallow hard, fear coursing through you as the door to your hotel room opens, revealing the blonde you were wanting to see more than anything in the world.  

You jump to your feet, rushing towards Emily, who rushes towards you, the door shutting behind her as the two of you meet.  

Emily cups your cheeks, hazel orbs disappearing behind fluttering eyelids as the two of you close the distance between one another, lips meeting in a tender kiss. 

This isn’t just a first kiss, it’s a promise, a promise for more kisses to come, a declaration of love in the purest form.  

The two of you part, Emily’s eyes still shut as you search her face.  

“I’m sorry for running away...” You whisper, only to be pulled back in, Emily’s lips again pressing against yours.  

“All that matters is that you came back.” She whispers in between kisses, the two of you eventually pulling apart, your forehead resting against Emily’s.  

Emily’s eyes flutter open to reveal hazel orbs that shine brightly, almost as bright as the smile that nearly splits her face in half.  

"Hey.” She whispers, a smile much like hers stretching across your face.  

You brush your nose playfully back and forth against hers.  

“Hey.” You chuckle, Emily closing the distance between you yet again.  

Later that night, with Emily fast asleep and curled into your side, you realize that coming back to the hotel room was the best decision you’d ever made, a decision that led you into the arms of the one and only Emily Sonnett.