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LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed!

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets.

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,” he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name. “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry.

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . . god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore.

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?”

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cabotwife · 1 year ago

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Could you do a smut dom dynamics dom!johanna and sub!reader with something involving that elevator scene?

thank you for your request! i'm truly sorry if this is poorly written, it's my first time writing smut

Dress

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, poorly written smut at that, pwp basically ig bc i cannot write

word count: 1792

a/n: forgive me.

as you ascend the final step to the seventh floor, a soft hum escaping your lips, you glance around at the familiar surroundings. the elevators were bustling with activity, so you chose the more solitary path of the numerous stairs. you've made this journey with one destination in mind: Johanna’s floor. you intend to spend some quality time with her, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the day, of the entire idea of the upcoming games.

your attention is immediately drawn by the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway. a sense of excitement and anticipation wells up within you as you hurriedly pace towards the source. “Johanna?” you call out, your gaze settling on the tall figure standing in the hallway. to your surprise, she's completely naked.

she turns to look at you, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “hey, y/n, what brings you here?” she asks, her tone light and teasing. she begins strolling towards her room, and you fall into step behind her, struggling to keep your eyes averted from her exposed form.

“i...i just wanted to see you..” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks tingling with a blush.

“is that so?” she responds, her eyebrow arched in curiosity as she pivots on her heel, officially facing you while she steps backwards into her room.

your gaze inadvertently drops to the fullness of her breasts before you quickly force your eyes upwards, then away from the brunette entirely. your cheeks feel like they're on fire as you try your hardest not to stare.

“hey, look at me." Johanna reaches out to cup your jaw, gently turning your face towards hers. a confident grin appears on her lips as she takes in your flushed features. “you’re a little red, princess..” she teases, her thumb soothingly rubbing against your heated cheek.

ignoring the pounding in your chest, you manage to mumble out, “why are you naked?” your eyes are wide, innocence shining through.

her chuckle resonates in the quiet room, “why aren’t you?” she counters teasingly, a hand resting on your waist while the other traces the delicate strap of your silky green dress.

“god, Jo.." you whisper, a sharp intake of breath as she pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed against each other as you breathe in sync, your breaths mingling.

your eyes flicker down to her lips, but that fleeting glance is all it takes. the brunette takes this as an invitation, surging forward to push her lips onto yours.

you reciprocate without hesitation, your arms instinctively moving to loop around her neck, pulling her closer. the kiss is passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours. you part your lips slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

you begin to pull away slowly, but she's not done with you yet. she chases after your lips, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. her hand begins to toy with the hem of your dress, tugging it higher with each passing moment. the taste of her breath is intoxicating, and you can feel the rhythmic thudding of your heartbeats merging into one.

“god." she breathes out, pulling back to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby.” she mumbles, tugging your dress up further, revealing your white lace panties.

her hands glide over your waist, gripping it possessively before guiding you into a sitting position on her bed.

she drops down, positioning herself on her knees between the spread of your thighs, and in an almost teasing manner, prevents you from snapping them shut. her hands glide along the stretch of your skin, both gentle and firm, eliciting a soft, surprised exhale from you. your gaze is drawn downward, landing on the brunette girl averting her attention solely on you, comfortably kneeling between your oh-so-willingly open legs.

"so pretty.." she murmurs in a hushed whisper, her words barely audible. as if to punctuate her comment, she trails a series of kisses along the inside of your left thigh. each one is wet, hot, and tantalizingly close to where you yearn for her attention the most. “take your dress off, hm?” she maintains a steady, intense eye contact with you as she leans her cheek against your thigh, her warm breath lightly fanning against the fabric of your panties.

your cheeks flush a heated red as you heed her command, hastily pulling your dress up and over your head. she reaches out to take the discarded garment from your hands, tossing it carelessly away from the bed with a devilish smirk painted on her lips.

her eyes scan over your exposed body with a predatory gaze, her hands trailing up from your thighs, tracing the contours of your abdomen, before settling on your breasts. her hands hover over your full breasts, the anticipation causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, before she retracts them, returning her focus back to your thighs, pushing herself up slightly.

“Johanna..” your voice soft and pleading as she begins pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your lower abdomen.

“hm?” she hums in response, her voice muffled as she continues to mark your skin, making her way down to your panty line.

“please.” you whisper, your fingers finding their way into her neat, brown hair. she looks up at you, her eyes holding a glint of mischief as she sucks another hickey into the skin underneath the hem of your panties, her finger hooking into the waistband to begin to tug them down your thighs.

she arches an eyebrow in a silent question as your eyes meet, both blown wide in a shared lust and need for one another. “please what, sweet girl?” she asks in a low, teasing tone. by this point, your panties had been discarded, thrown to the same place she had tossed your dress.

“god- Johanna.. just, please.” you whimper, your hips arching upwards in a silent plea, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

the brunette tuts, pulling her face away from your body completely. you let out a near pitiful sound at the sudden loss of contact. “just tell me what you want, come on baby..” she grins up at you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck me, please- i.. please fuck me, ‘anna,” you mumble, your hand tightening its grip in her hair in an attempt to guide her to where you needed hr, “need you..” you whisper, your eyes locked onto her smug smirk. and before you can even process your own words, she’s diving headfirst into your beyond soaked core.

you gasp, a jolt of pleasure causing your face to scrunch up.

Johanna’s lips suck harshly at your clit as she slowly prods a finger against your entrance. her mouth never leaves your sensitive bud as she pushes her digit in, quickly going from one finger to three.

you let out a deep, guttural moan, your body instinctively bucking your hips towards her face in a desperate search for more contact. she counteracts your movements, her strong hands pressing against your thighs to hold your squirming body in place. “feels so good,” you moan out, your fingers finding their way into her hair, tugging at it in a primal display of pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” she responds, her voice a low, sultry murmur against your clit, “god, you’re so wet for me.” her lips press a lingering kiss to your clit once more before beginning a slow, torturous journey up your body. she guides you to lay back on the bed, her body hovering over yours, a protective and dominating presence.

she takes her time as she reaches your breasts, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before her mouth descends on your nipple. her fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of you, her palm taking over the duty of her tongue on your clit.

your hips instinctively find a rhythm with her thrusts, her eyes, dark and filled with lust, never leaving your face as she watches your reactions. your head falls back, a silent testament to the pleasure she’s causing you.

she increases the pressure of her palm against your clit, grinding it against you, her moans vibrating against your nipple as one of your hands leaves her hair, instead opting to grip at her back, trying to pull her closer to you.

a sharp gasp escapes you as she nips at your nipple, your nails unintentionally digging into the soft skin of her back, marking her as yours.

Johanna can’t help the smug smirk that graces her face when she feels your pussy begin to tighten around her fingers. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” she pants against your nipple before continuing her journey up your body, her lips finally meeting yours.

she captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her thrusts increasing in speed. your lips part in surprise as she kisses you, your moan swallowed by her mouth. your hips buck near wildly and your nails drag down her back.

“Jo,” you whimper into her mouth, “please, god, please…” the passionate blush on your face deepens as she showers you with sloppy kisses, her lips journeying from your mouth to your ear. she pants heavily against it, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

a loud, unrestrained cry escapes you as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing under her. your back arches off the bed, your face scrunching up in an expression of pure bliss.

Johanna does everything in her power to prolong your climax, wanting to make it as pleasurable as possible for you. eventually, she slips her fingers from your still spasming pussy as she sits up, sliding off of you. she grins down at her fingers, soaked in your juices, and slowly takes them in her mouth.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as you watch her moan around her own fingers.

Johanna hums contentedly as she finishes, flopping herself backwards on the bed and pulling you towards her. the both of you lay there in silence for a few moments, just trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing patterns up and down your spine.

a soft chuckle escapes you as you nuzzle your face into her chest, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting hold. “you did good too,” you hum, emphasizing your next words, “really good.” you look up to meet her gaze, her eyes soft as they gaze down at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

she lets out a soft laugh, her hand moving to press a tender kiss to your sweaty hairline, “go to sleep, baby, we've got a big day tomorrow,” she mumbles.

#johanna mason x reader #johanna mason #the hunger games #thg x reader #katniss everdeen x reader #finnick odair x reader #peeta mellark x reader #smut

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penguinmerchant · 3 months ago

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"Darkrooms" Binding

My latest binding! This is the author's copy, my copy is still in the press and looks exactly the same except I melted one corner with the iron, lol. It gives it character. Right? RIGHT?

This is a Red Dead Redemption 2 fic by Besselfcn featuring Arthur Morgan and Albert Mason--so well written, just an amazing voice and it's short but really packs a punch. I used covers like this and this for inspiration, although this one came out to be more complicated than those. Used some of my precious Duo bookcloth for the green, which looks amazing. Anyway, I think there are some really cool parts to this binding. More pics under the cut.

The endpapers, beautiful Renato Crepaldi papers that I knew I was going to use for this the instant I came across them on his instagram. They're meant to evoke a sunset (although they also look a lot like Jupiter to me--but the sunset part was what they were meant to look like, and the papers are part of the Skyscapes collection, so. Yeah.). It's so pretty up close, there are some really cool pictures on Crepaldi's instagram if you want to look at them more closely.

The spine, which echoes the wolf and moon theme from the front (I really like the spine, it's so small and usually so hard to line up right but this came out just perfectly)

The title page, foiled with toner reactive foil--boyfriend designed everything and he really liked this title page, even if it's the name of the first chapter and not the actual collection of stories, lol. But I liked it so much I couldn't help but include it. Along with:

All of the font designs and curlies were made by the boyfriend, but the pictures are all Arthur's. I found this reddit post where someone had collected all of the pictures Arthur draws in his journal, so these pencil drawings (well, printed pencil drawings) are all Arthur's actual pictures from the game. I thought it was such a neat touch and, because Arthur's journal is an important part of not just the game but this story as well, I thought it was important to include them. There are a few more random pictures for chapter breaks, etc. but they're not super fancy like this.

Anyway, not much more to say about this binding. It's getting easier to do these and I make fewer mistakes--I made the case on this just a smidge too short, or maybe made the textblock a smidge too big, but that was about it--and although the HTV is always a pain it's getting more reliable as well. This cover was a pain in the ass to weed, though, and needing to do it twice kind of sucked. Anything in the name of art though! I'm so excited for the author to see this and I'm really happy to be able to add this to my collection!

#my binding #red dead redemption #arthur morgan #fic binding #fanbinding #crepaldi #bookbinding

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 2 months ago

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💜 How incredible is it that I made a list of 99 books for bisexual visibility month, KNOWING there are so many NOT featured on this list? I'm so proud to be bi. Having these characters and stories intertwine with mine warms my heart.

💜 What's your favorite book featuring bisexual characters?

💙 The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar 💙 Perfect on Paper - Sophie Gonzales 💙 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli 💙 Red, White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston 💙 Queens of Geek - Jen Wilde 💙 Just Your Local Bisexual Disaster - Andrea Mosqueda 💙 Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute - Talia Hibbert 💙 Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake - Alexis Hall 💙 A Merry Little Meet Cute - Julie Murphy & Sierra Simone

💜 Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli 💜 The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid 💜 Radio Silence - Alice Oseman 💜 The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee 💜 You Exist Too Much - Zaina Arafat 💜 Wolfsong - T.J. Klune 💜 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston 💜 Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail - Ashley Herring Blake 💜 Heartstopper - Alice Oseman

🩷 Going Bicoastal - Dahlia Adler 🩷 Some Girls Do - Jennifer Dugan 🩷 Hani & Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jaigirdar 🩷 Autoboyography - Christina Lauren 🩷 Written in the Stars - Alexandria Bellefleur 🩷 They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera 🩷 Cool for the Summer - Dahlia Adler 🩷 Delilah Green Doesn't Care - Ashley Herring Blake 🩷 One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston

💙 I'll Be the One - Lyla Lee 💙 Running With Lions - Julian Winters 💙 Take a Hint, Dani Brown - Talia Hibbert 💙 Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender 💙 Not Your Sidekick - C.B. Lee 💙 Ophelia After All - Racquel Marie 💙 Iron Widow - Xiran Jay Zhao 💙 Something to Talk About - Meryl Wilsner 💙 The Girls I've Been - Tess Sharpe

💜 Iris Kelly Doesn't Date - Ashley Herring Blake 💜 Never Ever Getting Back Together - Sophie Gonzales 💜 Her Royal Highness - Rachel Hawkins 💜 Call Me By Your Name - André Aciman 💜 I Wish You All the Best - Mason Deaver 💜 Mistakes Were Made - Meryl Wilsner 💜 Hang the Moon - Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 Kiss Her Once for Me - Alison Cochrun 💜 The Brightsiders - Jen Wilde

🩷 Wild Beauty - Anna-Marie McLemore 🩷 The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - Victoria Schwab 🩷 Payback's a Witch - Lana Harper 🩷 A Dowry of Blood - S.T. Gibson 🩷 Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo 🩷 Dark Rise - C.S. Pacat 🩷 If This Gets Out - Sophie Gonzales & Cale Dietrich 🩷 Let's Talk About Love - Claire Kann 🩷 Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

💙 Under the Whispering Door - T.J. Klune 💙 I Kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuiston 💙 Pumpkinheads - Rainbow Rowell 💙 Icebreaker - A.L. Graziadei 💙 This Poison Heart - Kalynn Bayron 💙 A Lot Like Adiós - Alexis Daria 💙 Sorry, Bro - Taleen Voskuni 💙 We Are Okay - Nina LaCour 💙 Count Your Lucky Stars - Alexandria Bellefleur

💜 Hot Dog Girl - Jennifer Dugan 💜 Verona Comics - Jennifer Dugan 💜 They Hate Each Other - Amanda Woody 💜 The Disasters - M.K. England 💜 The Raven Boys - Maggie Stiefvater 💜 You Should See Me in a Crown - Leah Johnson 💜 These Witches Don't Burn - Isabel Sterling 💜 My Dearest Darkest - Kayla Cottingham 💜 City of Shattered Light - Claire Winn

🩷 The Unbroken - C.L. Clark 🩷 Dread Nation - Justina Ireland 🩷 House of Hollow - Krystal Sutherland 🩷 Love & Other Disasters - Anita Kelly 🩷 Ace of Shades - Amanda Foody 🩷 The Lost Girls - Sonia Hartl 🩷 Of Fire and Stars - Audrey Coulthurst 🩷 This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story - Kacen Callender 🩷 Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz

💙 If You Still Recognise Me - Cynthia So 💙 Melt With You - Jennifer Dugan �� The Charm Offensive - Alison Cochrun 💙 That Summer Feeling - Bridget Morrissey 💙 The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School - Sonora Reyes 💙 The Luis Ortega Survival Club - Sonora Reyes 💙 The Fiancée Farce - Alexandria Bellefleur 💙 Flip the Script - Lyla Lee 💙 Role Playing - Cathy Yardley

💜 I Think I Love You - Auriane Desombre 💜 Truly, Madly, Deeply - Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 Gearbreakers - Zoe Hana Mikuta 💜 Finally Fitz - Marisa Kanter 💜 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth - Andrew Joseph White 💜 Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl - Brianna R. Shrum & Sara Waxelbaum 💜 Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings 💜 A Darker Shade of Magic - Victoria Schwab 💜 Love at First Set - Jennifer Dugan

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avatar-of-the-blank · 1 year ago

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What do you think each entity tastes like?

OOOH, LIST TIME! I LOVE LISTS

ITS LONG SO I PUT A CUT HERE TO NOT CLOG DASHBOARDS

THE BURIED

WELL. LIKE DIRT. NATURAL BUT OPPRESSIVE OF ANY OTHER TASTE EXCEPT FOR DIRT.

THE CORRUPTION

LIKE YOU TOOK A LEMON WARHEAD CANDY AND CRANKED IT UP TO 11. OVERPOWERINGLY SWEET AND SOUR AT THE SAME TIME, MAKING YOUR TEETH ACHE AND ROT AND YOUR FEATURES SCRUNCH UP.

THE DARK

LIKE AN OLD DINERS' HOT COCOA. NOT A POWDERED MIX, NO. DELIBERATELY MELTED CHOCOLATE, OVERTAKING THE WHITE CREAME IN IT WITH ITS THICKNESS. THE WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP MELTED IN IT, NOW JUST BUBBLES AT THE TOP OF THE SMOOTH WARM ABYSS IN A MUG.

THE END

IM FEELING BLACK LICORICE? I ALWAYS FIND THE END TO BE SUCH A GENTLE ENTITY, LIKE A HAND YOURE SCARED TO HAVE TOUCH YOU, BUT WHEN IT DOES.. I FIND THERES THAT APPREHENSION AROUND BALCK LICORICE, A STIGMA OF IT THAT ITS THE MOST REPULSIVE TASTE. I PERSONALLY FIND IT LOVELY.

THE FLESH

IF IM SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE? EUGH. SOUR, WARM, AND WET. CONCEPTUALIZE BITING INTO A PAPER TOWEL JUST USED TO CLEAN RAW CHICKEN JUICE FROM A GRILL'S LID.

AS A HYPOTHETICAL? LIKE A BLUE RARE STEAK, WELL SEASONED. UGH, EVEN THINKING OF THAT DOESNT GET THE MEMORY OF THAT SHOULDER OUT OF MY HEAD.

THE EYE

ALMOND SCONES DUNKED IN COFFEE WITH JUST A LITTLE MILK. A SMART FEELING FLAVOR, MILD AND EARTHY, NOT OVERWHELMING THE SENSES LESS IMPORTANT THAN SIGHT.

THE LONELY

RAINWATER, COLLECTED ON A COLD AUTUMN EVE IN A CLEAR MASON JAR, FILTERED OF COURSE. THERES NO FLAVOR, ITS WATER, BUT IT FEELS NATURAL TO DRINK, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU DONT HAVE TO BOTHER THE TAP TO COLLECT THE DRINK.

THE STRANGER

COTTON CANDY GRAPES! HAVE YOU EVER HAD THEM? IF YOU WERE TO SHUT YOUR EYES AND BITE THEM, ITD FEEL LIKE YOU WERE BITING INTO A COTTON CANDY EYE. BUT ITS NOT, AND THE EYES WOULD DECOEVE YOU. ITS NOT WHAT IT TASTES LIKE, BUT ITS THE EXACT SAME TASTE.

THE SLAUGHTER

JUST A FEAST. IMAGINE VEGGIES AND STEWS AND MEAT AND BREAD IN ABUNDANCE, THE FLAVORS MIXING AND THE SCENT ATTACKING YOUR NOSE AS YOUR DIG IN, A FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO MAKE A DENT IN THE MEAL

THE HUNT

SUMMER WIND. LIKE YOURE A DOG HANGING YOUR SNOUT FROM A CAR WINDOW, MOUTH OPEN AND TONGUE FLAILING AROUND WILDLY AS YOUR OWNER PRESSES PAST 70 KPH.

THE VAST

THIS ONE IS HARD. HOW CAN YOU TASTE THE INFINITE? HOW COULD YOU FEEL THE EXPANSE OF EVERYTHING IN YOUR MOUTH.

MM. MINTY GUM. LIKE REALLY MINTY GUM RIGHT BEFORE YOURE ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP, RIGHT AFTER YOU TOOK A SIP OF 3 AM WATER.

THE DESOLATION

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CAMPING WITH THOSE PEOPLE WHO STICK THEIR MARSHMALLOWS IN THE DEAD CENTER OF THE FIRE? AND THE POOR THINGS COME OUT GOOEY AND BURNT ON EVERY SIDE? THE METAL ROD THEYRE ON IS GLOWING AND THEYRE SLIDING OFF THEM. LIKE THAT, BUT DIP IT IN MILK CHOCOLATE.

AND THEN BURN THE CHOCOLATE TOO.

THE WEB

HOME BAKED COOKIES. FROM YOUR HOME. I DONT HAVE AN EXPLANATION HERE, THIS JUST FEELS LIKE THE RIGHT ANSWER.

THE EXTINCTION

SO IVE HAD A CONTAINER OF A CANDY CALLED TOXIC WASTE IN ONE OF MY ROOMS WHICH IVE BEEN DREADING TO TRY. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT TASTES LIKE, BUT I KNOW THE EXTINCTION TASTES JUST LIKE THAT.

THE SPIRAL

I ACTUALLY HAVE A DEFINITIVE ANSWER HERE, SINCE I KNOW! WOOD PAINT, WHIPPED CREAM, HEMP SEEDS, HAIRSPRAY, MOCHA COFFEE, YELLOW, TYPE A- BLOOD, THE AIR IN YOUR ATTIC, METAL STAIRWAY RAILINGS, IRON, OBTUSE RUBBER GOOSE GREEN SNAKE GUAVA JUICE

#tma #the magnus archives #michael distortion #the spiral #the stranger #the corruption #the vast #the eye #the flesh #the buried #the web #the dark #the extinction #the

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Basic Information

Other Name(s): Nadežda Pugacheva (before brainwashing), Nadya (family and Perseus Operators), Nad (Keith), Jo (Mason, Woods), Bell (callsign), Auntie Dodie (Toddler!David Mason). Later become Jodie Woods, once she and Frank become married in 1984.

Physical Appearance

Eyes: honeyed brown

Hair: dark brown

Skin: white

Tattoo(s): none

Scar(s): shoulder, chest - gunshot wounds. Other misc. scars.

Face Claim: Kate Beckinsale

Description: At first glance, Jodie seems to be quite plain, though this is something that she prefers given her line of work. Her hair is just past shoulder-length when she wears it down, but when working it is pulled up into a ponytail/low bun. There are some bangs that frame her forehead and sides of her face, which can be wayward when she attempts to tie them back, so usually leaves them alone.

Her facial features are sharp, nestled on an oval shaped frame. Occasionally, when a situation calls for it, she will wear minimal makeup - she feels out of place when she does wear it, so often opts out of it. Her ears are pierced with a singular stud, but takes them out when on missions.

As for what she wears, Jodie will often wear jeans and a plain grey t-shirt when in the safe house or her downtime, accented with a jean jacket, or cardigan if it’s a little cold. She does have a thicker, muted green winter jacket for colder weather. She also wears plain pumps.

For missions, it’s often a muted green turtleneck, dark jacket and combat trousers, with military boots. She will also wear the appropriate paraphernalia attributed with operators to carry extra clips, lethals and other such equipment.

Personality

Like(s): coffee, dogs, nighttime, rain, puzzles, cyphers, that people actually trust her, Frank's beard (if he shaves, she fights), intelligent conversation, her daughter (loves her so much)

Dislike(s): dark chocolate, when it’s so hot you can’t breathe, being snuck up on, being spoken about as though she isn't there, people questioning her loyalty or her integrity, being left out of important conversations that involve her, if anyone messes with her daughter, being judged based on her past, not having full recollection of her past

Strength(s): calm, efficient, loyal, fast thinker, keen eye for patterns and details, can be very patient, willing to compromise where needed, adaptable

Weakness(es): can be cold and mistrustful, can be very guarded even against those she trusts, lets past trauma rule her sometimes, even though loyalty is also her strength it can also be her weakness, her calmness can be taken as being cold, detached, even apathetic sometimes, at other times she can be stubborn and her anger can get the better of her. When she sees red, it's red.

Relationships

Parent(s): unnamed Russian mother, unnamed Russian father

Sibling(s): Radomir Timofeyovich Pugachev aka Timosha (brother)

Friend(s): Sarah and Alex Mason, (after a time) Russell Adler, Aleksandra Adler (@alypink's OC)

Spouse(s): Frank Woods (husband)

Child(ren): Ashley Woods (daughter)

Biography

1949 - Nadežda’s family is captured by the MGB and sent to [redacted], an undisclosed Gulag within rural Russia. Father, a WW2 veteran, was executed at the time of capture. There were rumours that he was critical of the current government and had become belligerent with his negative opinion of his leaders. By extension, his family were heavily scrutinised and kept at the Gulag. Her mother passed away in the labour camp. Initially, Nadežda and her brother, Radomir, were kept there with their mother, until her death, then were sent to a children’s orphanage.

1953 - Nadežda is approached by an old friend of her father’s, who said to have fought alongside him during WW2. He makes her an offer she can’t refuse and joins his ranks despite her young age. She did this as this old friend promised he could find a suitable family to keep her brother safe and grow up to live in a better Russia. From then, she trained to fight and became an excellent tool for Perseus to use. (He had been too late to ask for her father to join his ranks, but she was the next best thing in his mind.)

1958 - At the age of eighteen, Nadežda was ordered to join the KGB by Perseus, to work alongside comrades and earn their trust, so that he may learn ways to exploit them if the need arose in the future and to seek potential operators to join his ranks. She studied at the Higher Intelligence School in Moscow, where she extended her espionage knowledge.

1960 - [redacted].

1962 - Nadežda is ordered to collect information regarding growing US involvement in Vietnam. Any encoded information regarding US military operations is passed over Nadežda’s desk. Also ordered to decode any Russian intelligence regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis.

1965 - [redacted].

1968 - encoded intelligence regarding Operation Fracture Jaw is decoded by Nadežda.

1969 - [redacted].

1976 - Nadežda, alongside other Persues operators, rescues Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin.

[Following paragraphs are redacted.]

1979 - Nadežda makes contact with Special Officer, Keith Wells, offering crucial insight into Perseus’ organisation. What causes this change of allegiance is unknown to the CIA. Nadežda is informed by Officer Wells that there is a mole within the CIA and not to trust any other operator other than himself, as they could not risk the information crossing the palms of the wrong person. They come to an agreement that Nadežda would claim no knowledge of him in the face of possible interrogations, if ever that came to happen.

[Following paragraphs are redacted.]

1981 - January 13, Nadežda accompanied Arash Kadivar to Trabzon airfield, Turkey. Subsequently, Kadivar shoots Nadežda after revealing that he knows of her betrayal. He states that it’s a shame one of Perseus’ top agents turns out to be nothing more than a traitorous dog. CIA operatives, Alex Mason, Frank Woods and Russell Adler assassinate Kadivar, preventing the weapons from leaving the country. Upon sweeping the tarmac for survivors, Adler finds Nadežda still alive with a dossier related to Perseus.

Following Nadežda’s capture and recovery from her injuries, traditional methods of interrogation did not succeed. She had hoped that, due to her captors being the CIA, word of her capture might reach Officer Wells, as she intended to keep her word and say nothing of their interactions; after expressing, in one interrogation, that the only operator she would speak with was Officer Wells, she is informed that he was presumed KIA and possibly at the hands of a Perseus Operator. Nadežda does not know whether to trust this information, given what Officer Wells had said in the past and so kept her mouth shut out of loyalty to him.

Several weeks later, through psychological torture, neuroactive drugs and hypnosis, Adler, the CIA, alongside MI6 Agent Helen Park, brainwashed her. A connection was formed between Adler and Nadežda by use of fake, implanted memories inspired by Adler’s time in Vietnam with the success of implying a years-long friendship between the two.

Nadežda was no more and Adler gave her the callsign Bell.

Alongside this, a whole new persona was fashioned and Bell was an MI6 Agent, Jodie Hall, from London, England, though information of her past never went further than that.

“We have a job to do.” was the common trigger phrase to keep Bell in check as well as slipping small amounts of neuro-stimulant drugs to Bell to keep their conditioning effective.

Volkov is captured.

Bell and Woods uncover a Spetsnaz training ground - encrypted information regarding Operation Greenlight is uncovered.

KGB headquarters infiltrated with the help of Dimitri Belikov uncovering previously erased names of Sleeper Agents, who Perseus aims to use in their upcoming infiltration of Operation Greenlight.

Sleeper Agent Theodore Hastings is followed to Cuba, where the mission goes south - Bell saves Park’s life but is unable to save Lazar.

Adler and the team reveal Bell’s true identity, but she remains loyal to their cause, revealing the location of Perseus and the station which will be used to detonate the nukes aimed on half the world. Though she is confused, betrayed and angry, she understands this choice is the right one and, somewhere deep down, she knows she didn’t need the conditioning to have made it.

Solovetsky is attacked and the nukes are stopped.

Bell is MIA for a short while.

Once located, a deal is made with the CIA that she would offer her services and any information she had on the Perseus faction and hunting down any Perseus Operators still in action in exchange for starting a new life in America as her given persona, Jodie Hall.

#call of duty #black ops cold war #bocw oc #oc biography #jodie hall #canon x oc

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chlerc · 1 year ago

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player ten ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which Charles find himself in at the San Siro stadium but his eyes are on you. Donning a number 10 jersey, which left Charles to wonder if you’re that player’s girlfriend. It’s still worth a shot, right?

pairing — charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 925.

content — strangers to lovers, okay more like Charles one sided thing he has for you, or so he thought. You might be that footballer’s girlfriend but hey was he ever going to pass up on a girl like you?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: to thank the Monaco charity football match for captain charles ( future ballon d’or winner who fell head first! ) and that one picture he’s holding the barça jersey just got this idea, more like drabble, going. we deal with this until i finish the mason mount fic hehe 😓

The football pitch was millions of perfect grass strands as eager for the start of play as the fans who brought the stadium to light. Two armies of eleven walked onto the green to pitch war in the way civilised societies have come to.

The cheers warm the air as much as any sun ever could and rise around the San Siro stadium as bubbles in invisible champagne. Charles is right there by the VIP section of the stadium, in his customised AC Milan jersey he had just received from the team.

San Siro stadium was where he found himself with Joris, on a day without a packed schedule and stimulator drives. Football has always been his thing and he’s got a special knack for it, or he thinks so in that way.

His eyes are trained on following each Milan player as they played against Sampdoria yet the person on his left, an empty seat between them, had been pissing him off, which he embraced silently. Holy shit was she loud with all those jarring noises she had been making.

Charles cranes his neck a little, sneaking a glimpse at the lady who has been all but silent throughout the match. But to be fair, who would be quiet at a football match? Realising he had made the mistake of sneaking a glance, because hell was she so breathtakingly gorgeous. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

Her face to his eyes was all the beauty a woman can possess, not for her features, yet for the light in her eyes and the gentle warmth of her soul. She has the rosiest cheeks and a pointy nose anyone could ever ask for. There was a warmth her brown hair brought to her features, a simple frame for that smile and eyes. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved, as free as autumn leaves playing in the dayshine with the evening wind picking up its pace.

One last glance, Charles had promised himself and swore to stick to that and so he did sneak another glance. Rookie mistake, she was donning the AC Milan jersey just like every other home supporter there, but shit she had a number 10 and the name Brahim printed on the back.

He recognises the number and name was actually a player on the pitch and not a customised jersey like his. VIP seats, a player’s jersey and cheering for him. Charles pieces his observations together, coming to a conclusion that she might actually be Brahim’s girlfriend.

Okay. It wasn’t like he was planning on hitting her up anyways, she was too noisy to be his type. But then again was he lying to himself, because hell who would actually pass up on a gorgeous woman who happened to love the same sport as him? On another note, she could just be a devoted fan, a girl can have her fantasies wearing the jerseys of the players they love.

It was the 63th minute where Brahim sent the ball to the back of the net, chants erupting throughout the stadium and a shout piercing through the left side of his ear. Fuck maybe she was his girlfriend afterall, there was no way was he making a move on her now.

He watches her every move as she looks for her phone in the beige bag sitting on her lap. With her phone in her hand, the screen lights up and he almost felt sanguine in this situation. Maybe he still had a chance after all, right? It definitely means something if he’s the person on her wallpaper, right?

Which is exactly why he slides over to the empty seat, settling down next to her. “Good game eh?” Charles finds himself striking a conversation with her, hoping she’d notice him. “Huh? Yeah yeah, really good game.” Her cheeks were the blush of roses, that peak of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile

She wished she didn't blush so fast, that she had some ability to keep her emotions to herself. In an instant, her cheeks were rosy and Charles saw her feelings as if she wrote them in little notes and handed them out to him. “So…Brahim, your boyfriend? He’s really good with Milan, he’s adapted to the team well.”

“No no, not a boyfriend but yeah he’s really good.” He licked at his lips subconsciously, thanking every god for his fate of meeting the gorgeous and single lady right next to him. “Not a boyfriend eh? You’re in his jersey and all that.” She only lets out a giggle at his comment, Charles thought it was strange that she’s acting like she didn’t know him. “Loyal supporter is what I’d call it, been by him since Madrid.”

“My teammate’s a Madridista, you’d love him.” The ends of her lips lifted up into a smile so sweet, her eyes creasing into crescents. “I’d prefer the one who supports AS Monaco.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, mumbling meekly. “What’s that?” Charles questioned, not managing to catch what she had said but it wasn’t meant for him to hear anyways.

“Nothing important.” He nods curtly at her reply, sliding a piece of folded and crumbled paper he had tucked in his pockets earlier. She eyes him warily, taking the piece of paper in her grasp.

“I might have a knack for football but I’m better as a driver and we can take a picture to replace that lockscreen. Mia cara, call me yeah?”

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scotianostra · 2 months ago

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The Construction of Rosslyn chapel began on 20th September 1456.

Properly known as the Collegiate Chapel of St Matthew in the village of Roslin, Midlothian, this is just a couple of miles from where I grew up.

The building of the chapel is sometimes incorrectly given as ten years before, but that date comes from the chapel’s receiving its founding charter from Rome.

We are very lucky that Rosslyn Chapel remains intact, as we see it today, you only have to look around Scotland at the ruins of our Abbeys destroyed during the Reformation, Rosslyn was closed from around 1560,The chapel’s altars were destroyed in 1592 but the main structure is thought to have survived and any real damage was avoided.

The chapel was built by The Sinclair family and has been linked with the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, that’s the Knights Templar to you and I, the order was disbanded around 150 years before construction but symbols, such as the “Two riders on a single horse” that appear on the Seal of the Knights Templar, can be found on the building.

Rosslyn Chapel was constructed almost entirely in stone, with no structural timber except within the much later Victorian baptistery added to the west end of the chapel. The chapel is thought to be only part of what was intended to be a much larger church, and it exhibits immense historic, architectural and cultural value. The extent of carved stonework both internally and externally makes this little chapel truly unique. Though incomplete, it took around 40 years to build, and has the largest number of Green Man carvings of any medieval chapel in Europe.

The carvings of the chapel have been the subject of much speculation and conjecture, as Christian symbolism and other references are interspersed throughout the building. In 1630, Sir William Sinclair of Rosslyn was granted the charters from the Masons of Scotland, which confirms that the St Clairs were traditional Grand Masters of the Masons of Scotland. Accordingly, Rosslyn Chapel is of considerable interest to Masonic groups. Other carvings at Rosslyn Chapel are of religious, natural, or decorative nature, such as the Apprentice Pillar and the Seven Acts of Mercy panel.

Following the Reformation, services stopped being held in 1592 and did not begin again until the Chapel was re-dedicated in Victorian times.

Oliver Cromwell had his men stable their horses in the chapel in 1650 when he and General George Monck conquered nearby Roslin Castle.

Queen Victoria visited the site during her reign and was instrumental in restoring the Chapel to it’s original state for worship according to Protestant rites of the Scottish Episcopal Church and was re-dedicated as a place of worship on 22nd April 1862

I remember my mum talking about the Apprentice Pillar and how there was speculation that The Holy Grail is possibly encased within it, she talked about this in the 1970′s, about 30 years before the Chapel became more famous due to Dan Brown’s novel and film The Da Vinci Code.

I got the majority of the pics from the Alamy website, they date from the mid 19the century, some are from around 1852 while the one with the two figures walking through the church is from a book printed in 1859. Note most of these are before Queen Victoria's visit, so it shows the building was still in a good state of repair then. The top pic is from John Slezer's 'Theatrum Scotiae' is an important record of Scottish towns, castles and palaces in the 17th century. For most of these places, it contains some of the earliest views that survive. The first edition was 1693 so I think I am safe in saying it is the oldest depiction of Rosslyn Chapel.

Theatrum Scotiae also included written information on the drawings featured, the noted Scottish physician and antiquarian Robert Sibbald wrote;

Rosslyn Chapel

To the Right Honourable GEORGE Earl of Caithness, Lord Biridall, &c.

Roslin Chapel

This Chapel lies in Mid-Lothian, Four Miles from Edinburgh, and is one of the most curious Pieces of Workman-ship in Europe. The Foundation of this rare Building was laid Anno 1440 by William St Clair, Prince of Orkney, Duke of Holdenburgh, &c. A Man as considerable for the publick Works which he erected, as for the Lands which he possess'd, and the Honours which were conferred upon him by several of the greatest Princes of Europe. It is remarkable that in all this Work there are not two Cuts of one fort. The most curious Part of the Building is the Vault of the Quire, and that which is called the Prince's Pillar so much talk'd of. This Chapel was possess'd by a Provost, and Seven Cannons Regular, who were endued with several considerable Revenues through the Liberality of the Lairds of Roslin.

Here lies buried George Earl of Caithness, who lived about the Beginning of the Reformation, Alexander Earl of Sutherland, great Grand-Child to King Robert de Bruce, Three Earls of Orkney, and Nine Barons of Roslin.

The last lay in a Vault, so dry that their Bodies have been found intire after Fourscore Years, and as fresh as when they were first buried. There goes a Tradition, That before the Death of any of the Family of Roslin, this Chapel appears all in Fire.

#scotland #scottish #history #Roslin #Rosslyn

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praesparo · 2 months ago

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〆 — @greenelight , ❝ may i help you? ❞

this wasn't how gambit wanted to meet one of anna marie's closest friends for the first time, but truthfully, he didn't really care at this moment. she was missing. rogue was missing. completely awol without any trace. either she went running off for some emergency or she's in danger, both completely possible at once. he knew rogue, though so did this mason greene. sometimes, conversations are best had with certain people, remy knew this. so if he didn't know where she went, then mason may be the next best thing. ❝ you know who i am, mon ami. i'm lookin' for rogue. ❞ his tone was sharp, demanding, nothing like the suave silk that mason may have been told about. ❝ she may have run off again & you may know where she is. so, what do you know? ❞

#greenelight #〆 ‒‒‒‒‒ featuring » mason greene.#〆 ‒‒‒‒‒ in character » remy lebeau.#scrolling through my drafts #& got hit with this idea #immediately got excited #this can be his HOME #BACKSTAGE AFTER A SHOW #HIS ROOM #anyway hi mason nice to meet you - gambit

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ohgeesoap · 8 months ago

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Nine People I'd Like to Know Better

Thank you @efingart for the tag 🩷

Last song I listened to: The Game of Love -- Santana featuring Michelle Branch

Favorite color: pink and green

Currently watching: Not watching anything but playing Final Fantasy VII Rebirth

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: sweet

Relationship status: single

Current obsession: Trying to finish and eventually 100% FFVII Rebirth. The fact that Alex Mason is built like a refrigerator and nobody talks about it.

Tagging: @bibianbby @mikasuxxx @sadstone-s @gemmahale @madstronaut @hollytanaka @valkyri @romancedeldiablo @mango-parfait

Sorry if anyone was already tagged!

#dash games

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years ago

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ok hear me out. girl dad steve but the little girl is just so wednesday coded. i cri

the crossover we didn’t know we needed.

Margot had grown into four year old who was incredibly in tune with the world around her. She was smart, creative and amazing at communicating with the people in her life.

She loved the outdoors and her nightlight that shone stars on the walls of her room, she loved her stuffed bat from uncle Eddie and she liked it when Steve played his old records, the snap and crackle of them.

She didn’t have to always be happy about it all though.

Steve’s daughter had taken after her mom in that sense, her little features more often than not, looking a little sullen. But her chubby cheeks and wide eyes made her look more comical than scary, not quite at your level of chilling.

Not yet.

And on this rare Saturday where you’d had to get called into work - an emergency - your boss had said, Steve said goodbye to you at the front door, Margot by his legs, arms wrapped around his knees.

He’d kissed you goodbye, never getting over the feeling of you leaning into him, softening even though you’d spent the morning scowling as you packed your bag with files and lunch - and a tiny mason jar that seemed to be filled with some dirt and what looked like a bone, but Steve didn’t ask.

Margot had granted you a kiss goodbye too, lips pouting ‘cause she hated when you left but Steve ushered her back inside with the promise of a day of fun. At her choosing, of course.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Steve told her, “what d’you wanna do today, huh? We could bake some cookies or visit uncle Eddie? Or, or we could see what uncle Dustin is doing, maybe he’d meet us at the park. What d’you say?”

Steve looked down at the toddler, smiling at the sight of her still wrapped around his legs, chin resting on his thigh as she peered up at him. She was contemplating his options with a somewhat serious frown, a tiny stitch between her brows. Her hair was a still a mess from bed, the curls that formed around her neck and ears staring to look more and more like his every day.

“Can we go t’woods?”

“The woods?” Steve repeated, shuffling forward until Margot got the hint and stood on his feet. “What do you wanna go there for?”

Steve walked as Margot clung, only lifting her when they got to the stairs and the tot squeaked when her dad wrangled her over his shoulder. She clung to his hair as he jogged up to her room, setting her on her bed as he dug for suitable clothes. And a hairbrush, ‘cause you’d have stern words for him if you came home to your baby with tangled curls again.

“Bugs,” Margot said plainly, still staring up at her dad, unblinking.

Steve sighed. “Bugs? What do you want bugs for?”

“They’re cool,” Margot told him, sounding far too exasperated for a four year old as Steve offered a pink and red striped sweater for her to wear. “I don’t like that sweater.”

“But aunt Robin bought it for you,” Steve tried to bargain.

She merely scrunched her nose in distaste, an action that immediately made her look like a carbon copy of you and Steve would’ve sighed if it didn’t make his heart ache.

He was soft. Too soft, Eddie told him, especially so considering he had two girls that were partly made from ice.

“Okay, you pick.”

It surprised no one when the girl pointed to the black pinafore that hung too high for Margot to reach, but as Steve brought it off the hanger, she scampered to find a shirt to wear underneath it.

“But, bugs?” Margot reminded him, throwing a dark, dark green jumper on the floor by his feet. “I need mo’ bugs.”

It was a wrestle to get Margot dressed, the kid not really wanting to stay still as she tried to reach for the tiny net that hung behind her door, mumbling about her ‘bug boots’ at the same time.

“Baby, what do you need bugs for?” Steve tried not to sound too impatient, but he recalled a time when you once led him into the woods. He came away with pockets full of tiny bones and no explanation, and to this day, he’d open drawers in the house to find a little femur or two. “What’re you doing with the bugs?”

“S’a secret,” Margot told him solemnly and there she went again, staring up at him with an unnerving stillness.

“Margot, baby, you gotta blink more,” Steve muttered, barely paying attention as he tried to grab her tiny hand through her sleeve, pulling it through properly. “And you don’t get to keep secrets from your dad.”

The girl fluttered her lashes and Steve hummed his praise before dropping a kiss to her head and searching for the brush.

And when Steve returned to tame her bed head into two pigtails, his daughter just shrugged and mumbled, “I jus’ like bugs.”

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whoopseydaisy · 10 months ago

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The Overflowing Heart

I will tell you how I made this witch’s token, but you will have to find a way of your own. It is as Grandmother Wren told us,

“Remember always that some portion of magic is yours to wield, and that the world contains many, many truths.”

the recipe:

3/4 oz Kazuki gin

1 1/2 oz. Sake + tea mixture

1 oz. fresh squeezed grapefruit

3/4 oz. Strega

shake over ice, and serve in your finest or favourite tea cup

garnish with dried rose petals

notes:

Sherringham Kazuki gin— a collaboration of one of my favourite distilleries and my favourite local tea shop, Westholme Tea Farm. Made from Japanese cherry blossoms, and locally grown tea leaves with notes of yuzu, grapefruit, and juniper. I first visited Sherringham in a trio of my own, on a day long adventure, visiting a beach someway up the island. Westholme is run by an old coworker of my Aunt’s, and his partner who makes gorgeous pottery. I could not put words to my excitement when I first heard whispers of their collaboration.

Sake + Tea Mixture— I can never fully recreate this just the same. There is magic in that, I think. I have little left. I made it by taking a sprinkling of the following teas from Westholme, and cold steeping them in a mason jar with a large ice cube, topped with sake and a splash of moon bathed witch water.

featuring:

Blossom: (jasmine green, floral), for the cottage’s calendar

Bi Luo Chun: (green, delicate and earthy), for i thought it was grown here, over seven long years (I rolled a nat 1 on my perception check)

Pur-eh: (fermented, earthy), for its mushroominess and it’s connection therin

Dog: (black assam, vanilla and cardamon, from the Chinese Zodic series), the cardamom pod and a few leaves, for our beloved Fox

Witch Water: the witch water used in this potion was bathed in the Friday, October 13th New Moon (a day so witchy I thought for sure the class would be released that day!) in an empty kazuki gin vessel

Grapefruit— because it was pink and in season and a citrus I love dearly

Strega— the witch liqueur! According to legend, Giuseppe Alberti was given the recipe for this elixir after saving a witch falling out of the sacred walnut tree, under which witches would convene to dance and perform their rituals.

for the cocktail chapter of the @worldsbeyondpod unofficial cookbook

#worlds beyond number #wbn unofficial cookbook #wbn #the wizard the witch and the wild one #ame the witch #grandmother wren #cw alcohol #styling inspired by artwork featured in the witch class playtest im pretty sure by Tucker Donovan #if this turns into a hit post play go play Wickedness and stream Ghost Quartet #how the fuck do i condense this recipe into a tweet who the fuck knows #feat. all of my magic witch’s tokens and my principles of green witchcraft book in the background #sometimes a witch character and a cocktail inspired by her is something that can be so personal #check out the Neat the Boozecast episode on Strega for all the cool witchy details and history!!!!

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transmutationisms · 1 year ago

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Her first task: assemble a team of development executives to rummage through Mattel’s toy chest and identify I.P. that could be fodder for Hollywood studios. Mattel would help match properties with writers, actors, and directors; studios would provide all the funding. The brands, and audiences’ familiarity with them, were their own form of currency. Brenner told me, “In the world we’re living in, I.P. is king. Pre-awareness is so important.”

[...]

The gamble now looks like a smart one. The hyper-saturated trailers for “Barbie” have sparked endless memes, and interest in the film’s aesthetic sensibility, which mimics the look of Mattel play sets, is so intense that the hashtag #Barbiecore trended on TikTok for months. The movie, which opens in mid-July, is tracking to be one of the blockbusters of the summer. Meanwhile, Mattel has amassed a long slate of other projects. Daniel Kaluuya, for example, has agreed to produce a feature about Barney, the purple dinosaur. Thirteen more films have been publicly announced, including movies about He-Man and Polly Pocket; forty-five are in development. (Some of the projects have an ouroboros quality. Tom Hanks is supposed to star in “Major Matt Mason,” which will be based on an astronaut action figure that has been largely forgotten, except for the fact that it helped inspire Buzz Lightyear—one of the protagonists of Pixar’s “Toy Story” franchise.)

Barber told me that Mattel had figured out how to “engage with filmmakers in a friendly way.” Gerwig, meanwhile, was looking to move beyond the small-scale dramas she was known for. “Greta and I have been very consciously constructing a career,” Barber explained. “Her ambition is to be not the biggest woman director but a big studio director. And Barbie was a piece of I.P. that was resonant to her.”

[...]

Talk turned to a few recent pitches that had surprised the team. “Somebody just asked me about Bass Fishin’, which is, like, a toy fishing rod,” Bassin said. The pitch was for an “intense sports drama about this cheating scandal in competitive fishing”—an attempt, it seemed to me, to Trojan-horse a story that the writer actually wanted to tell into a conceit that might be green-lighted.

After the meeting, McKeon told me that it was possible to incorporate complex characters and emotions into toy-based properties, though not every brand could support mature themes. “Thomas the Tank Engine isn’t going on a bender with his friends,” he said. But “Major Matt Mason” could be reimagined as a “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”-esque drama for adults: “It’s prestige-y and asks really pointed questions about life and our place in the universe.” He went on, “Our top priority is to make really good movies—movies that matter, and that make a cultural footprint. Our second priority is to make sure that we do no disservice to the brands.”

found this article helpful in contextualising the medium piece that’s been circulating on here

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cameronspecial · 1 year ago

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 5)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for The Inheritance Games series, mention of drug use, swearing and toxic relationship features.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Y/N thinks her one is someone entirely different than who she thought and Rafe can't seem to not argue with his supposed love.

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“She should’ve ended up with Grayson,” Cole insists, painting Y/N’s nail the sage green she picked out. Y/N shakes her head, needing to have her hand steadied by Cole, “Nooo, Cole. Come on. For one, Grayson is in serious need of some healing time after Emily. And for two, Jameson is just so much hotter. He’s a badass.” Cole chuckles at her words and goes back to focusing on her nails. “I think I’m going to have to take offence to that because I am much more like Grayson than Jameson. Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Don’t worry, you have nothing to worry about. I think you’re a mixture of both. You have Grayson’s need to be the one to take care of people and Jameson’s hunger. You just are hungry for books, like me. It’s one of the reasons why I think we get along so well.”

“So you’re saying I’m the Jameson/Grayson to your Avery.”

“Maybe… Hey, why are you so good at painting nails? It’s not fair.”

“I have five younger sisters. They love mani-pedi night and I can’t say no to them.”

“That’s cute. I hope I can meet them one day. Mason would let me paint his nails but he never had the patience to wait for me to finish them or do mine. Ra- I always finished Rafe’s nails but he would run off with Mason before I could ask him to paint mine.”

“I would absolutely love for you to meet them. And it’s a shame that they never did your nails because I find that the ladies love it when their man does their nails.”

“Oh, and that’s who you are to me? My man?”

“Well, if you want me to be.”

“Yeah, I would really, really like it if you were.”

She leans down to his face, which is angled towards her nails, and gives him a kiss on his lips. He pauses what he is doing and starts to move his lips against hers. She takes her hands out of his, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He pulls away from her, “As much as I loved that, can we wait for me to finish your nails and for them to dry? I know you are a little bit of a perfectionist when it comes to your nails.” Y/N nods and unwraps her arms to check her nails. When she sees that they smudged a little, she gives a little pout. Cole shakes his head with a massive smile on his face, gently taking her hands into his, “Don’t fret. I have all the time in the world to fix your nails till they are as perfect as you want them to be.” He places another kiss on her lips before taking the nail polish remover into his hand and taking off the smudged polish.

Thirty minutes later, Cole finalizes Y/N's nails and they decide to have a movie night in the theatre room. After watching the whole How To Train Your Dragon series, Cole heads back to his hotel room and Y/N heads to hers. She goes to sleep that night with a massive smile on her face.

——

Mason comes into the kitchen and sees the massive smile his sister has on her face as she eats her cereal. “Given that Cole left pretty late last night and the big smile on your face, I am going to guess you had a good night with him,” Mason deduces, getting himself a bowl of cereal and sitting down beside his sister. Y/N looks at him with a dopey look, “It was a very good night. And don’t give me that face, it’s not for that reason you dirty-minded hog.” Mason laughs and shakes his head. “Ew, I wasn’t thinking about my sister doing that stuff. Plus, I can see your nails are done so it gives me a pretty good idea of what you guys did last night.”

“Yeah, he painted my nails then we watched some movies. You know I value my nights at home like they are gold so it was a perfect date.”

“Oh, so it was a date, was it? You guys are official, now?”

“We are. I am no longer looking for a boyfriend. Can I be honest with you?”

“It’s what brothers are for.”

“When Rafe and I were dating, I thought that he was the one. That we were endgame. After we broke up, I still held on to that thought. I thought maybe sometime in the future, we would get back together and have our happily ever after. However, now that he is getting married and Cole and I are giving us another chance, I think I was so wrong.”

Mason gives his sister a spiritless smile, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think that maybe I was wrong about Rafe and I being soulmates. I think I am meant to marry Cole.” This time, Mason drops his spoon so it clatters against the rim of the bowl. He didn’t want to get in between his sister and best friend; it was the whole reason why he didn’t keep them updated on each other. But hearing what his sister just said, he starts to panic at the thought that they weren’t going to get back together. Mason gives his full attention to his sister, “Maybe, but do you really think there isn’t any other chance of you and Rafe?”

“I mean, Mace, how could there be? He’s getting married and he also hasn’t even forgiven me yet. Honestly, I haven’t even forgiven myself yet. But I need to move on with my life. I can’t keep holding on to my high school sweetheart in hopes that something happens.”

“You’re right. I just think you shouldn’t remove the possibility of it until he actually walks down the aisle. You have until before the last petal falls from the flower girl’s hand to still be with him.’

“Um, okay. A little weird that you say that about your best friend’s engagement, but I know you just care.”

“I do. And he may be my best friend but a small part of me will always be team Y/N and Rafe. He’d be a pretty cool brother-in-law.”

——

The last person Y/N expects to run into at the bookstore is her ex-boyfriend, especially since she hasn’t thought about him in five years. Although, she really shouldn’t be surprised given that he wanted to be an author just as much as she did. Standing before her is Wilson Porter, an all-around horrible person and a terrible boyfriend. She is about to pretend she doesn’t see him and go back outside, but Wilson speaks up before she can. “Well, if it isn’t the best-selling author, who broke up with me.” She turns at him and gives him a glare, “And it’s the boy, who used me for a book offer.” He holds his hands up like he’s been caught. “Really thought you would be over it by now. How are you?”

“So are we really going to be faking pleasantries?”

“No, I guess not. It’s just the last that I heard, Rafe is getting married to a New Yorker turned OBX resident. Must be lonely all by yourself.”

“Actually, I’m dating a publisher, so it doesn’t bother me. But it must be lonely for you without any offers to publish your book.”

“Haha, very funny. But, in all seriousness, I just thought it was always going to be Rafe for you.”

“Why?”

Wilson gives her an Are you serious look? and motions for her to sit down on the bench. He sits beside her once she does, making sure to keep their distance. “Besides the fact that every guy on the island knew that Rafe was head of heels for you, I could see the way that you looked at him when we were dating. It was clear you guys had a bond that no one else could understand.”

“No, that’s wrong. Rafe would always be a jerk to me. How could he have been head over heels for me? And I never really paid attention to him until we started dating.”

“Oh, okay. If you want to be in denial, then fine. I’m just telling you what I felt during our relationship. I bet you that even if I did have true feelings for you, you would still be drawn to him.”

“You’re wrong,” she persists. She doesn’t want to listen to anything else he has to say, so she storms out of the store and towards Mason’s car that she is borrowing. She can’t get what he said out of her head. It reminds her too much of what Cole said to her in their first year of university after they went on a date. He had told her that he had a great time and that he really liked her, but he could see that her heart was in another place. That she was being drawn to someone else. It couldn’t be true. She couldn’t let it be true, at least not anymore. She has to move on. She is beginning to feel like that is her new mantra.

——

Rafe Cameron begins to feel like he moved into Barry’s trailer. In the last week, he has spent most of his time after work at the dealer’s house, doing drugs to make himself feel better. Since she has come back home, everywhere he turns is a reminder of her. Right now is one of the rare occasions he decides to head back home for the night. He angrily gets into his room and doesn’t bother to greet his fiancée, who is waiting for him on their bed. “Look who finally came home,” she quips with her arms crossed over her chest and a serious look on her face. Rafe jerks his head back and forward with an annoyed look on his face, “You’re angry when I’m not home. You’re angry when I am home. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Don’t start with me right now, Rafe. This is the first time you’ve been home in a week and like the third time we’ve talked… wait no argued is a much better word for what we’ve been doing.”

“I’m not the one picking fights and being an annoying ass bitch.”

“No, you do not get to talk to me that way. I don’t know what has gotten into you or what is bothering you, but I can’t take your change in behaviour. I’ve tried to give you time to cool down and to come to me when you are ready, but you don’t seem to want to do that. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I want you to let me live my life without your constant questioning on what I am doing. God, it’s like you’re trying to be my mother.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want me to care for you, but it’s what you signed up for when you let me into your life and asked me to marry you. You knew I was a bubbly and caring person.”

“Yeah, well, I underestimated how annoying you could be.”

“That’s enough. I’m not going to just stay here and be your perfect little fiancée while you are out and about being anything but my fiancé. I’m going to stay at a hotel. When you start to remember who you are, you can come get me.”

Rafe watches as Blythe packs her bags and leaves the room without waiting for him. He angrily slams his hands down on his desk then rubs his face with them. Wheezie’s knock on his door snaps him out of his anger. “I heard your argument with Blythe again. I know you’ve been going out to get high,” she says calmly, walking into his room and sitting on his bed. Over the last five years, Wheezie has become the only person other than Y/N that he lets have a true look into what he is feeling. “Have you been doing drugs because Y/N is back?” He sighs and sits beside her on the bed. She brings his head to rest on her shoulder to try to comfort him.

“I just want to stop thinking about her. I want to stop seeing her having the time of her life on a date with someone who isn’t mean.”

“Is that why you punched holes in the walls? Did you do it while you were high?”

“Yes and no. I was high when I made the holes and it was partially because I saw her on the date. I mean it was the reason why I got high in the first place. But I also got angry because she caught me doing drugs at Kelce’s party. She was so angry at first and then all of a sudden she was worried about me. It was like she could see into my soul and she shouldn’t be allowed to do that anymore. She doesn’t care about me.”

“That’s not true you know, she still does, Rafe. I can see it in her eyes. She isn’t the type of person to stop caring and you know it. You just keep saying it because it hurts you more that she still cares but broke up with you anyway. And it’s okay to be hurt by that, but you can’t keep getting into arguments with Blythe because of her and you probably shouldn’t be marrying Blythe either.”

“You’re probably right. And I thought I was the oldest. When did you get so wise?”

“It must come with my driving abilities. Plus, I like to talk to a certain bookworm, who also happens to be wise.”

For once in weeks, Rafe let himself give a genuine happy laugh at the mention of Y/N and it felt good. Now, he just needs to figure out how he is going to fix his life so he always feels this good.

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