then i saw he was a janitor

In the 4th grade, it became like tradition in my class to loudly shout hello to the janitor when he came in like once a week. We’d all shout “Hello Mr. King!” and then go right back to what we were doing. And he would smile so big and like you could tell he didn’t get this kinda of recognition usually and we did it every time we saw him for the whole year. And then all those kids moved on to the 5th grade and the first time we saw him we said “Hello Mr. King!” while the teacher was talking and she didn’t know the tradition and she fucking lost it like “??? We do NOT interrupt the teacher why did you all do that anyways???” And we explained and she said “Well that’s over. Don’t do it again.” And I saw Mr. King smile sadly and then leave. And that’s why school is fucking shit. 

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Requested by Anon

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you." 
“I swear, I’m not crazy!”


“You sure they’re here?” Ethan asked as Aiden paced the halls and searched for the source of the smell.

“I’m telling you they were just here.” He growled and stopped outside a cupboard.

“Maybe your mate’s the janitor.” Ethan joked until he heard a snuffling from inside. “Well open it up see who it is.”

When he opened it Aiden’s heart clenched and he smiled at you. "I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He muttered softly and crouched down next to you.

“I don’t have any lunch money, already spent it.” You wiggled your sandwich to prove your point and he shook his head.

“You’re my mate and… I’m a werewolf.” Aiden told you and Ethan flinched when he saw your eyes widen. “I swear, I’m not crazy!”

“Well…” You hummed and glanced to the book that was sat in your lap, blushing when Aiden spotted he typical werewolf on the front cover. “Prove it.”

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Prompt Request #30 – Liam Dunbar

Requested by Anon

Liam Dunbar x Reader

5. “The saddest part is that you’re so much better than this and you don’t even realize it”
72. “Because I love you dammit!” 


”Y/N, What are you doing in here now again?” Liam exclaimed as he saw you all curled up into a ball in the janitors closet, it’s been the third time this week he found you there.

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes and now he could see that you’ve been crying. ”I-I got p-pushed again.” you stuttered and hid your face again due to the embarrassment.

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Creepypasta #1007: It Is Recommended That You Stop Taking Public Transportation

Length: Medium

It started with a bus charted out of Austin. Twelve high school cheerleaders and their coach were on their way to a national cheerleading competition. The bus they hired was from a reputable company who thoroughly screened their drivers. The driver was named Adam Abrams. The coach was an average housewife and mother of one of the girls on board. There was nothing out of the ordinary. A janitor saw them leave on a Thursday morning.

The entire bus disappeared, along with its fourteen inhabitants.

I can assure you, a search was done of the entire Austin area as well as their route to the competition. There was no sign of them. They were last seen at a gas station about 60 miles out of Austin. The clerk said a man entered and bought a cup of coffee, but it was mostly sugar and milk. He paid for the drink and returned to the bus. Besides this one sighting, it was like the bus never existed.

The first inclination was to blame the bus driver, but he had no criminal record. On all accounts he seemed like a friendly man who liked his job. The thought was then that perhaps the bus had been held up or gotten into an accident. But no one could find the vehicle anywhere. A bus doesn’t just go missing. It had to be out there somewhere. The local cops gave up on the case after a few months. The parents were crushed. They organized pathetic search crews but of course it turned up nothing.

Within the next year it happened again. This time it was a school bus. What made this one especially odd was that the trip was only a few miles long. It was supposed to go from the school to the Austin Science Museum. There were thirty two fifth graders on the bus, along with a chaperone, a teacher, and the driver, Doris Dellheart. They left the school at 9am and were seen by many witnesses. They headed off and were never seen again.

The two cases were nearly identical. The buses completely vanished out of thin air. No one could find the actual vehicles or the people inside.

When the public buses started disappearing, the FBI had to get involved. It became a matter of public safety. The buses were disappearing about once a month. It was never the same bus or the route. It was impossible to know who exactly was on each bus, so they had to wait for missing persons reports to come in. The only thing they knew for sure were the drivers’ names. Tanner Tate, Michael Mortenson, Paul Pollmello…and the list goes on.

Over a hundred people were missing now. Over thirty buses were also gone. But that’s not the strangest thing.

The strangest thing is that people started forgetting.

The parents of those twelve cheerleaders would look at the missing posters and no longer cry. The families of the fifth graders redecorated the bedrooms of their missing kids. People stopped knowing their lost friends. The community moved on and even the fear of missing buses began to fade. They took public transit just like they used to do.

It’s a nifty thing, time. It wipes clean the memories of human beings. Our memories, on the other hand, never go away. We never forget. This is helpful, because we understand things. The inner core of everything we touch. When we select a group of humans, we never forget them. Even after their bodies have been experimented on and they are nothing but ash and a stain on the metal floor.

But we have collected enough data on bus goers. There seems to be a certain ‘type’ of human who uses public transit or charters a bus. We have relocated our avatars in a new direction. We are moving on now. Moving up, so to speak.

So it is our recommendation that you stop taking public transportation. Taxis are so much more convenient, wouldn’t you say?

Credits to: EZmisery

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“My favorite one is a guy that I nicknamed Fernando. He has long shoulder-length hair and a moustache and sometimes a little goatee and usually works as a sort of janitor figure or whatever, whatever’s needed. He’s been my favorite I think, just because of the elaborate backstory I’ve given him as a flamenco-dancing assassin.” - Matthew Rhys

“Our favorite, the one that all the ladies like, is Fernando. |Laughter] And Fernando is spanish. We decided he’s a flamenco teacher and he’s incredibly sexy.” - Keri Russell

Breaking News: Hideo Kojima has just tunneled to freedom from his dank subterranean cell in konami’s basement. Sources say he hid his escape tunnel behind a poster of the MGSV character Quiet.

Sources confirm that Kojima has just purchased a large office building in Zihuatanejo Mexico, from which he is running his own company named “KONAMI CAN CHOKE ON MY BALLS”.

He has announced his company’s first project entitled “Silent Gear Solid 6: Guns of the Phantom Book of Origins and me secretly rubbing my genitals on Kagemasa Kozuki’s lunch for the past 5 years”, confirmed pornographic game which features Kojima having intercourse with the spouses and significant others of every single Konami employee, which he stated “that even means that asshole janitor Yosuke’s dakimakura, he thinks I don’t know that he stole my vitamin water out of the office fridge but everyone saw him do it and now that fucking retarded anime girl body pillow is covered in my scent, seriously, fuck Yosuke.”
Kojima finished the interview with a message to his former subordinates in his previous Konami production office “I like you guys alot, don’t come to work tomorrow.”

anonymous asked:

💚💜💚💜

//I hope you don’t mind but I only did one gal for each thing. But then again, both things are already in the memories

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

Once again, the kill and disguise had been successful, and once again, the Janitor was running late. Alexa skimmed over the will of the Spy. Of course her name was at the top. The Mafioso was still next to the body, cleaning extra bloodstains off of his pistol. 

An opening door caught the attention of the two Mafia members. A young boy emerged from a dark room.

“Mommy?” He called, rubbing his eyes. “I heard a loud noise.”

Alexa looked at the Mafioso, who only nodded, then back at the child. She got up and walked to him before he saw his mother’s body.

“It was just the transporter’s car going by. Go back to sleep.”

“Mommy, it sounded like a gun.”

“It… wasn’t. Don’t worry about it.”

Alexa placed her arm around the child to redirect him down the hall, to his room.. and so his back was to the Mafioso.

“Everything will be alright in the morning.”

In her peripheral vision, Alexa saw the Mafioso aim his gun to the back of the child’s head.

“You’ll see.”

The second gunshot rang through the house, and the child fell limp in Alexa’s arm, but she only felt as if something had kicked her hard in the gut. She gently set the child against the wall, then looked into the Mafioso’s eyes.

We didn’t have to kill him. He was only a minor. A child.”

He was a witness. I don’t think he could stand a world without his mother anyway.”

“We could have forced him away! Or had him join the Family!”

The Mafioso turned away. Alexa was still glaring at the back of his head, but tears began to well in her eyes.

“And you knew it.”

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

Raina, do you really have to go?”

Raina looked away from her brother’s gaze. Outside, she saw that it was raining.

“Sorry Davy, you’d know I’d stay if I wasn’t at risk.” She thought about the Mafia, who had been spending the past few years attempting to get Raina to join them. The only reason they hadn’t used force yet was because she had claimed she would be best as a Consort.

Amy glanced across the hall and at the front door. “If you must go.. then you’ll need to go soon. While the storm is going and they’re not here.”

Raina nodded and turned back to her siblings again and gave them both giant hugs. She couldn’t stop the tears from her eyes.

“Listen, if we see each other again, it won’t be for years. Stay safe, look out for each other, don’t let the Mafia force you to join them.” She started to cry harder, and hugged tighter. “I-I’ll be on the other end of the city. Please, please-”

Amy pushed Raina away, and Davy did a little later.

“We understand, Raina. But you need to go. Now or you won’t get another chance.” Amy looked sternly at her sister.

Wiping the tears from her eyes and regaining her composure, Raina nodded. She opened the door, waved goodbye to her siblings, then ran out the door without looking back.

How was she to know that would truly be the last time she saw them again?

Good Girls Are Bad Girls

A/N: Another smut! If you don’t feel comfortable reading it, don’t read it. That is all :) xx

Dani was on her way to her locker when she got pulled into the janitor’s closet. At first she was confused, but then she turned the light on and saw that it was her badass of a boyfriend, Luke. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started playing with his hair as he pulled her closer towards him.

“So, why did you pull me into a janitor’s closet before third period?” Dani asked her boyfriend, slightly confused as to why he pulled her in there in the first place.

“I wanted to see you. We barely get any alone time at your house because your parents don’t even know I’m there and you’re always getting called to do stuff,” he mumbled as he started littering kisses onto her neck.

Dani pulled Luke away from her neck and crashed her lips to his. As much as she hated where they were at, he was right. They barely get any alone time together at her house, which means that the only place that they ever really get to spend time together was at school. Her parents didn’t even know that she was dating anyone, let alone the school’s badass.

Luke stumbled as he pushed his girlfriend into a shelf full of cleaning supplies in the small closet and started pulling her skirt up to her waist until her panties were showing. Dani fumbled with his belt and yanked his pants and boxers down to his knees.

“Condom,” she mumbled against his lips before they could take things further. Luke reached into his back pocket and pulled out a single square, ripping it open and sliding it on. He moved her panties to the side and pushed into her gently, knowing that she had little experience with sex.

He waited for her to adjust before he started thrusting to a pace that they both okay with. Dani bit into his neck to keep her moans to herself as she dug her nails into his clothed back. Luke gripped her hips in his hands and lifted her up until she was wrapping her legs around his waist. He picked up the pace slightly, knowing that class would be starting soon and he didn’t want her to get in trouble because of him. Of course, this was risky as well, but he made sure to lock the door and bolted a chair to the knob to make sure no one came in.

“Luke,” she breathed, hinting that she was close.

Luke nodded and picked up the pace a bit, feeling a little close to his high himself. With a few more thrusts, they reached their euphoria with small moans and groans, trying to be as quiet as possible. It took them a few moments to catch their breath before Luke pulled out and disposed of the condom. They started to fix their clothing so that they looked like they didn’t just have mind-blowing sex in the janitor’s closet and left one at a time to go to their separate classes. Dani snuck a peek over her shoulder at her boyfriend and smiled, before rushing to get to her class with one minute to spare.

@the-scarlet-widow
Adalia chuckled and placed her hand on his.“I’m happy to hear that. I also want to make you happy as well.” She smiled. She saw a misplaced hair on Alex’s face and gently moved it,then rubbed her thumb on his cheek caressing him gently.“You’re cheek is soft.”
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She seemed to know just how to make the poor janitor blush, thought not in a bad way. He carefully raised a callused hand to trace over her thin fingers. “I think everything about you looks soft, Miss Adalia.”