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mywritersmind · 2 days ago
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UNCONVENTIONAL - LN4
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summary : In which trying to make it home for thanksgiving fails and a cute british driver feels bad.
listen up : no warnings just cuteness! happy thanksgiving to all my americans <33 im thankful for YOU🫵 lando norris x american!driver!reader
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I groan out loud, dropping my phone onto the jet’s seat. “We’re stuck.” Lando sits up from his position across two seats, and frowns.
“Shit.” I look outside of the planes window, seeing the snow and fighting back tears. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not even december! Snow should not be here!” I wipe my eyes. I know Lando feels bad and I'm not making the situation worse by crying. But I’m having a hard time today because I'm supposed to be with my family.
Lando offered me and some other drivers a ride to Qatar for the next grand prix. Thanksgiving happened to fall the day before media day so I thought I could stop by my parents house and leave that night.
I never particularly loved Thanksgiving, but now that i’m traveling so much because of work, I've learned how much I truly can miss my loved ones.
Lando bites his lip as I sit back down and pull the blanket over me. The pilot informed us that we won’t be getting in the air for a few hours which means we have to go straight to the track instead of seeing my family.
I take a breath, “It’s okay. I appreciate you trying.” I hate crying in front of the guys, even if he is my friend. I hate it because it just plays into the whole emotional woman thing, and even though Lando is one of my best friends, right now I can’t help it.
Lando sits across from me, nudging his foot against mine, “How about we have thanksgiving here?” My head shoots in his direction as he puts on a small smile, “I don’t know a lot about it and I know I'm not your family… but I can try to be a substitute.”
I swallow, wiping my eyes again before I cross my my arms, “How would we even do that?”
I did not expect Lando to take my words as a competition. Still, thirty minutes later I'm sat with a full course meal spread out on the tiny table in between seats. There’s no huge turkey or array of pies, instead we have chicken wraps and fries. We have chips, popcorn, pesto pasta, orange chicken, a bagel, salad, and bread. A bottle of champagne sits next to me as Lando sits down.
His smile is wide as he looks down at the spread, “Good enough?”
“How did you…” I shake my head, laughing, “Yeah it’s good enough! Lando, this is really sweet.”
“It’s my first thanksgiving, I had to make it delicious, even if it is all airport food.” He shrugs and starts pulling things onto his plate. My legs are crossed on the comfortable seat and as I watch him pick his meal, I smile.
I bite into the chicken wrap that’s actually delicious. Lando taps on his phone before music starts playing over the speakers.
I smile at him as he chews, “So… what do Americans usually do on thanksgiving?”
I shrug and sip some champagne, “Eat, gossip, be thankful?”
“Okay! Let’s gossip then. Sounds easy enough.” Hes ridiculously committed to the bit and I adore him for it, “Did you know Franco’s signed with RB?” I start coughing, practically choking on my food.
“What!?” I scream.
Lando’s laughing now, “No I don’t actually know, I just couldn’t think of anything else.” I kick him under the table as he gasps.
“That’s evil! I got so excited.” I’m laughing with him now, our food picked apart and a mess in front of us. “What are you thankful for?”
He thinks for a moment, a curl falling into his face that makes my stomach flip a little. “Mmm… My family and friends.”
“That’s too generic. It’s thanksgiving- get deep, Norris.” He gives me a slight smirk before nodding.
“I’m thankful that the championship talk is over. I’m thankful for Chicken wraps.” He holds his up, proudly as I roll my eyes. “And I'm thankful for you.”
I’m a tad bit shocked, “For me?” I expect him to say something stupid or flirty, but he’s dead serious.
“You’re a really good person. I like being around you and for that, I'm grateful.” He raises his glass and I hit it with mine, “Now go on, brag about me.”
I roll my eyes, back to smiling humorously, “I’m thankful that I'm not alone right now.” His eyes don’t stray away from mine, “And I’m thankful for snow. Even if it’s pissing me off, it’s very pretty.”
We both look out the window in sync, the snow still falling. The runway is fully white, matching the trees and wing of the plane.
When I look back at Lando, he’s already looking at me. His face is relaxed, his freckles prominent and curls perfect. “Do you want to go?” I say suddenly as his expression turns confused.
“We can’t yet, we still have like two hours.”
A smile tugs at my lips, “I mean outside.”
He looks hesitant, “It’s freezing.”
I stand and grab my suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out my puffer jacket at record speed, “Did I mention every thanksgiving, something really random but really fun happens?” It’s true, for some reason this holiday brings out funny stories. “You’re not scared of some snow, are you Norris?” I step closer, narrowing my eyes.
He stands, grabbing his own jacket, “I’m just saying, don’t come complaining when you’re freezing and wet.”
“Me!?” I scoff, zipping up my jacket, “You’re the one who needs four layers for a sunny day.”
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LANDO
I’m freezing my ass off but I would rather become a human icicle than tear my eyes away from her smile. She’s giggling and running into the snow, twirling around as snowflakes fall into her hair.
“Don’t slip, Y/n!” I yell after her as she turns around, the biggest smile on her face.
Her hand goes to wipe the hair that’s being blown in her face, snow falling around her, “Come catch me, Norris.”
I roll my eyes and hurry over to her as she laughs and dances around. I can’t help but laugh with her, it’s fucking contagious.
She sticks her tongue out, leaning her head back to catch snowflakes. Y/n is so perfectly caught in the haze of the snow and light peaking through the clouds that she looks like an angel.
She pokes my cheek and holds onto my jacket as if she’s about to fall. “Your nose is red.”
“You should get a job in detective work if the whole driving thing doesn’t work out…” She scoffs loudly and punches me in the arm.
Unfortunately, she’s stronger than she looks and because the ground is icy, we’re both falling seconds later.
She lands on top of me, laughing so hard that she’s crying, “Fuck! Are you okay!?”
“Like you care!” I sit up, holding her tightly still.
She laughs and plops down next to me, laying her head back and arms out. “Oh no-”
“Angel time, Norris!” She screams at me.
“I’m going to become snow!”
She doesn’t respond, just stretches her arms and legs out and waves them back and forth to make the snow part below her.
Something about her is my weakness and I honestly can’t complain when she looks so happy. I join her, my hair getting soaked and her laughs making me smile.
I make my angel in peace as snow floats down from the sky, landing on my face. I hear the rustle of her jacket as she turns her head to me, “Thank you.”
I smile softly, examining her face and the snowflakes that melt as soon as they touch her skin. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry that I'm not your family.”
She lets out a breath, “You’re my found family. That’s close enough.” her words make my heart beat faster, “Even if you are British and your first thanksgiving was on a grounded plane.”
“I wouldn’t wish it any other way. Although, next year we should try for a more friendsgiving approach. Maybe with the whole grid?” Her smile grows as she looks up at the sky.
“I'm very down for that.” As i’m mentally tracing her side profile in her mind, a voice and light comes very loud.
“You two!” I realize we’re in trouble instantly and stand up as fast as I can, slipping all over the place as the voice gets louder and the flashlight shines directly towards us.
Y/n is trying to get up with me but she’s laughing and slipping so it’s significantly harder. I grab her hand and we make a run for it, up the stairs and into the warm cabin. The door shuts behind us and I lean my head against the wall, sighing in relief of not being caught making snow angels.
Y/n is breathing heavily across from me, a smile permanent on her face as she looks at me. Her hair is wet and I'm sure mine is the same. I can’t feel my hands and I couldn’t care less.
“You look like a popsicle!” Y/n takes her hands and wraps them over mine, getting close enough that I can feel her breath on my skin.
I’d like to pretend that what happened next was a symptom of my cold state, but I’ve never been a good liar.
As soon as she looks up at me, her eyes big and glassy, I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are warm despite her cold hands gripping my own and as soon as she pulls back, I swear.
“Fuck. I’m sorry-” I didn’t even ask! God, I'm an asshole and now I'm completely stuck. Would I die if I ran outside and hid in the woods?
But she doesn’t look mad. She looks… pleased? Her hand slips out of my reach and moves to the side of my neck, “Don’t be.”
And then she kisses me. I think I blackout because I have no clue how long we’ve been kissing but I do know that I'm now completely defrosted and warm.
“You okay?” I whisper as Y/n pulls away.
She nods, “Thanks for kissing me.”
I laugh, “You’re very welcome. Thanks for kissing me back.”
She smiles again backs up a bit, fiddling with her rings, “So… was that just a thanksgiving thing or a way to warm up or…?”
I’m smiling big now, moving my hands under her jacket as she squirms because of the temperature, “I’ve been waiting for that to happen so if you limit me to once a year, i’ll be pretty sad.”
She nods, biting back a smile, “Good to know!” She slips away from me and pulls off her jacket, sitting in a seat and pulling her blanket around her shoulders.
I slowly walk so I’m in front of her again. She’s smiling at the floor, motioning me to come sit, “There’s one more thanksgiving tradition I do every year.”
She pulls out her ipad and scoots closer to me, I feel like i’m dreaming. “And that is…?”
She clears her throat, still avoiding eye contact.
“The Thanksgiving episode of Gossip Girl!” She starts rattling on about the backstories and starts the episode but i’m still stuck on her face and how her eyes won’t meet mine.
“Y/n…” I say it softly, bringing my hand to her chin and turning her face to look at me. She’s blushing. I don’t think I've ever seen her blush.
“Mhm?” She sounds like a mouse.
I brush her wet hair out of her face and press a soft kiss against her cheek, “I really like thanksgiving.” She just smiles and nestles into my side, my arm around her.
She lets me have some of the blanket and whispers, “I really do too.”
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inkdrinkerworld · 2 days ago
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Could I request a Dealer! Remus x Shy! Reader where reader is absolutely terrified of buying their own stuff but her friends are trying to help them out of their shell so instead of taking the money R gives them to buy for them, thier friends write down what they need to say and tell them where to go. And thats where Reader meets Remus (Who is infatuated with them after interacting with them for the first time). If you don't feel like writing it thats totally ok :)))
mary encourages you to buy the weed yourself because she’s pretty sure remus likes you wc:736
“You can do it, babe.” Your friend cheers softly as she hands you a piece of paper with what you need to say.
You’re terrified, knees knocking in the passenger seat as you attempt getting out for the second time.
“Can’t you do it? Please? What if I mess up?” She shakes her head. You’re a shy thing by nature to people who you don’t know and this is a new dealer you’ve only seen twice. You’d never spoken to him and hence the fear for embarrassing yourself in front of him.
“You won’t mess up. He’s nice anyhow, so if you do he won’t care.”
He is nice. Remus, the dealer you’ve seen twice, is as polite as can be and is a gentleman in a way you thought couldn’t possibly exist anymore.
You steel yourself with a final sigh and open the door.
A bell jungles as you push the dispensary door open, and as you take a couple steps inside, a head of sandy brown waves pops up.
“Hiya,” Remus calls, smiling when he sees it’s you. Your chest tightens as you receive his full attention. You can feel your fingers tingling as he waves you over. “Just you today?”
You shake your head, swallowing harshly before saying, “Mary’s in the car.”
He nods, scratching his chin, “Making you do all the hard work huh?”
You offer him a smile but it’s all tight lipped and wrong. If Remus notices, he doesn’t say.
“Could I get our usual?”
You’d look down at the paper if you didn’t feel like he’d be scrutinizing you. What type of smoker is scared to buy their own product?
“Your usual? That’s two ounces right?”
Your hands shake as you pull out a chair at the table.
“Yeah, thanks.”
Remus smiles when you sit at the counter, your legs swinging as you watch him weigh the product.
“Oh,” your voice shakes a little, worse when a single wave caresses Remus forehead and he looks up at you through his lashes. He’s dizzyingly pretty. “And um, two of your snickerdoodle cookies if you have them.”
Remus nods, a kind smile on his face. You’re the cutest customer he has, shyness included. Remus has heard you with your friends when you’re relaxed but he quite likes you to himself.
“That’s no problem, dove.”
Your chest burns at the moniker. You twist the garnet ring around your finger, the stone moving from the outside of your hand to the darkness of your palm over and over.
“Did you finish your book?” Remus asks, remembering from your last visit that you were reading a winter fantasy with your friends.
You perk a little, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I did,” you slide your pendant across the chain as Remus comes to the counter with your bag of cookies and your weed.
“Was it any good?” He smells like weed but something peppery and citrusy under it. Like peppercorns and oranges, and maybe a little pine.
You nod as he rings up your bill. You tap your card on the screen.
“It was, the ending was a bit unconventional, but I suppose that’s fantasy.” It’s the longest sentence you’ve ever spoken to him and for it you’re granted his full smile. The one that makes the scar through his lip look like silver. He really is a handsome man.
“Maybe you can loan it to me? That way we can talk about it better. And while you wait for my thoughts you could read one of mine?”
You give Remus a careful smile of your own. “That could be nice.”
He nods, “Give me a call then and we can meet up to exchange them then. Make a date out of it. Yeah?”
Your eyes widen, Remus thinks of the wide eyes of a horse instantly. The wide, trusting but wonderstruck look they seem to have is mirrored in your own.
“Y-yeah, I’d like that.”
Remus rounds the counter to walk you to the door, his hand hovering over your back and you find even the ghost of his hand pleasant. “My number’s on the cookie bag. Have a good rest of your evening, dove.”
“Than-“ you cut yourself off. “You too Remus.”
Mary’s smug as ever as you sit in the car, her rear view mirror showing Remus leaning on the door as she pulls off. She knew you had it in you.
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strwbwrrybunny · 2 days ago
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all mine. ellie w.
nsfw. your cute girlfriend doesn’t cut it, but your ex does. drabble!
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regret courses through you like a raging river, each pulse in your sweaty palm amplifying the weight of the phone. the ring pierces through the silence, a relentless reminder of your impending doom. anxiously, you gnaw at your lip, the taste of iron mingling with your mounting fear. "i'm being ridiculous," you mutter, your thumb hovering over the end call button. but then, the line clicks open, and her voice, sharp and slightly irritated, cuts through the tension.
"hello?"
her tone is justified; after months of silence and the last encounter being a screaming match, she has every right to be annoyed. your mouth goes dry, and you scramble for words, your mind a chaotic mess. "you fuckin' prank calling me?" ellie snaps, her voice heavy with exhaustion. it's three in the morning, and she doesn't have time for games.
"no, no," you stammer, "i just wanted to talk to you." you facepalm, feeling utterly pathetic. you can hear her shifting in bed, her irritation palpable. "right, and you decided to do that on a random tuesday at three in the morning? bye, y/n." her voice is cold, dismissive.
"wait, no! el, please," you beg, your voice cracking. you don’t care how pathetic you sound. "you have two minutes," she sighs, the sound of rustling sheets indicating she’s sitting up. "i-uh, fuck. can you come over?" the words spill out, faster than you intend, a jumbled mess of desperation.
ellie’s not dumb. she knows exactly why you’re calling her. the unspoken truth hangs heavy in the air, thick with tension and unfulfilled desires. you want her, need her in a way that no one else can satisfy.
she always promised that no one could fuck you like she did, and she was right. latest example: the girl you’d been dating for a month, the shy girl from the bookstore where you worked. you felt dirty inviting ellie over right after you’d been with someone else. the girl was always awkward with the sex toys you’d provided, fumbling and unsure, her nervous laughter only adding to the discomfort. she tried her best, but it was clear she was out of her depth.
eventually, you had to fake an orgasm just to get it over with, feeling a pang of emptiness as you did. ellie was right once again, and you hated it. the regret and desire intertwine inside you, creating a potent mix that leaves you breathless, waiting for her response. the memory of ellie’s touch, her confidence, and the way she knew exactly what you needed floods back, making the wait even more unbearable.
the silence on the other end is deafening, each second stretching into an eternity. you can almost hear her thinking, weighing her options. finally, she exhales, a soft sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "you know this is a bad idea, right?" she says, her voice softer now, almost resigned.
"i know," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "but i need to see you. please, ellie."
there's a long pause, and you can imagine her sitting there, running a hand through her hair, contemplating whether to give in to the pull that always seemed to draw you two back together. "fine," she finally says, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and something else—something that gives you a glimmer of hope. "i'll be there in twenty."
the call ends, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. the anticipation gnaws at you, a mix of dread and excitement bubbling in your chest. you glance around your apartment, suddenly acutely aware of the mess. you start tidying up, trying to make the place look somewhat presentable, but your mind keeps drifting to ellie.
you remember the first time you met her, how she walked into the room with that confident stride, her presence commanding attention. and then there was her bike—sleek, powerful, a perfect extension of her personality. you were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her confidence and the way she seemed to see right through you.
as you wait, the memories flood back—late-night rides, whispered confessions, the way her lips felt against yours. the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. you wonder if this time will be any different, if the cycle of attraction and regret will finally break, or if you're doomed to repeat the same mistakes.
“can’t believe i’m doing this,” you mutter, sinking into the plush sofa and tossing your phone aside absentmindedly. the cushions envelop you, offering a fleeting comfort that contrasts with the turmoil inside. “fuck.” you pull at the frayed strings of your old pajama pants, the fabric worn thin and soft from countless washes, and glance down at the t-shirt that’s been begging to see the trash for months. it’s a relic of better times, now faded and stretched, much like your patience.
pushing yourself off the couch, you make your way to your cozy bedroom, the familiar creak of the floorboards underfoot. the soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, inviting light, creating a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. sliding open the closet door, you sift through the hangers, fingers brushing against various fabrics. you’re looking for something to wear, something sexy but not too sexy. you didn’t want to seem like a try-hard.
after a moment, you pull out a sleek black nightgown, simple yet seductive, and hold it up to the light, wondering if it will strike the right balance. the soft, silky fabric feels cool against your skin. you run your fingers over the delicate lace trim, appreciating the craftsmanship and the way it catches the light. the nightgown drapes elegantly, and you know this is the one.
it was almost comical how fast ellie had your face squished into the headboard as she fucked you with the pink strap, her soft moans droned out by your fucked out babbling.
“new girl don’t make you nut? that’s a damn shame.”
you could barely understand the words through her panting and the sound of her hips slapping into yours, but you caught the message.
you couldn't get it out of your mind, though. how did she know you had a new girlfriend? and more importantly, how did she know she was shit in bed? you weren’t exactly sure, and you knew if you asked you would probably receive an answer you weren’t fond of. you tried to push the thoughts from your head, but it wasn’t easy to focus with her thrusts becoming even more erratic, her fingers digging deeper into your hips.
but she did have a point, didn't she? you'd never come that hard from any other partner.
you could feel yourself nearing your second climax as she relentlessly pounded your sweet spot. you were almost embarrassed with how much your body was shaking and spasming, but with ellie it was nothing to be ashamed of. she loved seeing you completely vulnerable for her. spread out, taking each deep thrust like the good girl you were.
"you like that baby? huh? tell me you love it," her words were more demanding than they were questioning, your eyes crossed in bliss.
"i-i lov-e it! oh god!" you choke out, she smiled at your reaction, her chest pressed against your back as she moved you down to lay flat, the new angle making her thrusts even more unforgiving as your knees shook in pleasure. you let out a pathetic squeal, a mixture of spit and tears on the hardwood.
"yeah you do baby, takin’ it like a good girl," she pulled you up so your back was against her chest, the hand that was on your hip was now rubbing fast circles around your clit. your body twitched as you moaned loudly, a familiar feeling burning in your stomach.
“tell me you’ve missed me.”
you have. fuck, you’ve missed her a lot.
"missed yo-y-mm-m g-gonna c-cum ellie-ellie!" you moaned, the feeling becoming too much for you.
"it's okay, cum for me," your hips jolted and your body went rigid, the knot inside you snapping as your vision went white, the only thing keeping you grounded was ellie's arms holding you steady. you gasped as the feeling overtook your body, ellie slowing her movements to help you ride it out.
you came for a second time that night, your eyes rolling back and tears of ecstasy staining your face. she slowed down as your body calmed down, her hand leaving your hip to gently stroke the back of your thigh. you couldn't believe this girl.
she had you crying for her.
she slowly pulled out, watching in amusement as your legs still twitched. you felt the weight shift on the bed as she got up, the pink strap hitting the floor with a thud. you stayed in the position she left you, unable to move after being so thoroughly fucked.
she returned moments later, wiping the mess from your thighs and between your legs. she helped you turn over and lie down, and you finally saw the look of complete and utter adoration on her face.
fuck. you’re in so deep.
im cummin, love my gf. as always, likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! bunny out ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
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littleprinces · 3 days ago
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Day 28: Office Sex
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IVE Rei x Male Reader
Kinkvember day 28
Sorry for latepost
The office was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. I sat at my desk, eyes scanning a spreadsheet that held little interest for me. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Rei. She had been my secretary for a few months now, and every day I found myself more and more drawn to her. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked—it all drove me wild. Today, I decided, I would act on my desires.
I called her into my office, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Rei, could you come in here for a moment?"
She entered, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of surprise. "Yes, Mr. Thompson?"
"Please, call me Jamie," I said, leaning back in my chair. "And you can close the door."
She did as I asked, her brow furrowing slightly. "Is everything alright?"
I stood up, rounding my desk to stand in front of her. "Everything is perfect, Rei. I've been thinking about you a lot lately."
She blushed, looking down at her feet. "I... I don't know what to say."
I reached out, tipping her chin up so she had to look at me. "Say yes. Say yes to this." I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. She hesitated for a moment before responding, her lips soft and warm against mine.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I pulled her closer, my hands roaming over her body. She was wearing a tight skirt and a blouse that hinted at her curves. I wanted to see more, to touch more.
I broke the kiss, my breath ragged. "Rei, I want to fuck you."
Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. "Jamie... I'm not sure..."
I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "Let me convince you." I kissed her again, my hands moving to her blouse. I unbuttoned it slowly, my eyes on hers. She didn't stop me, her breath coming in soft gasps as I revealed more of her skin.
Her blouse fell open, and I took a moment to appreciate her lacy bra. I ran my fingers over the lace, making her shiver. I unhooked it, and her big breasts spilled out. They were perfect, firm and pert with rosy nipples. I couldn't resist leaning down to take one in my mouth.
She moaned, her hands gripping my hair. "Jamie... that feels so good."
I switched to the other breast, my hands moving to her skirt. I unzipped it slowly, her eyes on me the whole time. I slipped it down her legs, leaving her in just her heels and panties.
I stepped back, my eyes raking over her body. "You're gorgeous, Rei."
She blushed, but she didn't look away. She looked confident, sexy. "Thank you."
I sat down in my chair, pulling her towards me. "Come here." She stepped between my legs, her hands on my shoulders. I could feel her heat through her panties, and it was driving me crazy.
I kissed her again, my hands moving to her ass. I squeezed, pulling her against me. She moaned, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel her wetness through her panties, and I knew she wanted this just as much as I did.
I broke the kiss, my eyes locked with hers. "I want to taste you."
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "Okay."
I pushed her gently so she was lying back on my desk. I moved between her legs, my hands on her thighs. I could see the wet spot on her panties, and I groaned. I hooked my fingers into the sides and pulled them off, revealing her pussy.
She was shaved, her pussy lips glistening. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet and salty, and I couldn't get enough. I lapped at her, my tongue circling her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot. She cried out, her hands gripping the desk. I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue working her clit. She was close, I could tell.
"Jamie... I'm gonna come..." she panted.
I redoubled my efforts, my fingers moving faster. She came with a cry, her body shaking. I licked her through it, not stopping until she was boneless and panting.
I stood up, my cock aching. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Your turn," she said, a wicked smile on her face.
I unbuckled my belt, my cock springing free. She sat up, her eyes locked on it. She licked her lips, and I groaned.
"Come here," I said, my voice rough. She did, her hands wrapping around my cock. She stroked it, her eyes on mine.
"You're so big," she said, her voice breathy.
I smiled, my hands tangling in her hair. "And you're so wet. I can't wait to feel you."
I pushed her back onto the desk, my cock at her entrance. I rubbed the head against her clit, making her moan. Then I pushed in, slowly, giving her time to adjust.
She was tight, so fucking tight. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. I started to move, slowly at first, then faster. She met my thrusts, her nails digging into my back.
"Yes, Jamie, yes," she panted. "Harder. Faster."
I obliged, my cock slamming into her. She was screaming, her body shaking with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer.
"I'm gonna come, Rei," I grunted. "Come with me."
She nodded, her body tensing. "Yes, yes, I'm coming..."
I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I came. She came with me, her body shaking as she screamed my name.
We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled her against me, our hearts pounding in sync.
"That was..." she started, but she couldn't find the words.
I smiled, kissing her forehead. "Amazing. And we're not done yet."
She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Oh really?"
I grinned. "Oh really."
I flipped her onto her hands and knees, my cock already hard again. I rubbed the head against her pussy, making her moan.
"Jamie... I don't know if I can take more," she said, her voice breathless.
I chuckled, my hands on her hips. "You can. And you will."
I pushed into her, her pussy still wet from our previous encounter. She moaned, her body arching back against me. I started to move, my hands gripping her hips.
"Deeper, Jamie," she moaned. "Deeper."
I obliged, my cock slamming into her with each thrust. She was screaming, her body shaking with each thrust. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, and I knew she was close.
"I'm gonna come, Rei," I grunted. "Come with me."
She nodded, her body tensing. "Yes, yes, I'm coming..."
I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I came. She came with me, her body shaking as she screamed my name.
We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled her against me, our hearts pounding in sync.
"That was..." she started, but she couldn't find the words.
I smiled, kissing her forehead. "Amazing. And we're not done yet."
She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Oh really?"
I grinned. "Oh really."
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sirloozelite · 13 hours ago
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Rook: *enters kitchen* "Wow, something smells nice."
Neve: "That would hopefully be the dinner that Taash is preparing for us. They've been working on it for the past hour.
Rook: "Preparing? Then why is Emmrich already eating his?"
Emmrich: "Oh Taash prepared mine first. A delicious mix of various salads, tofu and cheeses. Quite tasty."
Rook: "Glad you two are friends finally."
Taash: "Grubs up people!"
*Taash circles the room placing plates with fish and salad in front of everyone before taking their seat*
Neve: "Grilled fish and salad. My favourite! Thank you Taash."
Harding: "Smells wonderful!"
Rook: "This looks delicious Taash."
Lucanis: "You've outdone yourself."
Taash: "Yeah yeah enough with the buttering me up. Just eat it already."
*everyone begins to eat*
Davrin: "Hang on a minute?! I did an inventory check this morning and we definitely didn't have any fish in storage!"
Bellara: "That's right! And you've been out on a mission with Rook and Lucanis all day! When did you have time to make a trip to the market Taash?"
Taash: "I didn't."
Bellara: "What?! Then where did you get the fish from?"
Taash: "That big fish tank."
Rook: "... What fish tank?!"
Taash: "The one in your room."
Everyone else: 0_0
Taash: "... what?"
Davrin: "You got these fish from Rook's fish tank!?"
Taash: "I mean... Technically it's Solas' fish tank."
*distant screaming of horror from the fade*
Taash: "Don't worry... I tested the meal first the other day."
Davrin: "On who?!"
Taash: "Assan. He seemed to like it."
Davrin: "YOU FED MY GRIFFON FADE-FISH TANK FISH!?"
Taash: "Yep."
Emmrich: "Ahh the benefits of being a vegetarian."
Lucanis: "I think I might convert."
Bellara: "I wonder if I'll get ancient Elven fade magic from eating these?"
Rook: "I doubt it?"
Neve: *continues eating the fish*
Harding: "Neve!?"
Neve: "What? I like fish. Be a shame to let it go to waste."
Taash: "At least someone appreciates my meal!"
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maudie-duan · 2 days ago
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First Series!!!
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Series Summary: For nearly two years, Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat. At what point does he make the choice to either endure or let the stain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will just happen to be in the right place at the right time. 
A/N: You guys, this is my first series; bear with me. In no way, shape, or form is this meant to follow Harry’s actual life, nor are the facts or timelines real. This story will be from Harry and Shiloh’s POVs. I like switching between them. I’m nosy, and you get more details this way. So, if you like details, you’re in the right place. This story will be a slow burn, so hold tight. I’m glad you’re here!!! ENJOY!!!!
Word Count: 2K
Warning: Strong language, minor angst, eventual smut, emotional.
Harry’s (POV) Part 1- Mystery Girl
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I don’t usually think of how my relationships will end, but I’ve been thinking about our ending—the consequence of our beginning looming over our heads as if it were a pleading prayer whispered into the night. When “I love you” no longer sufficed, the emptiness stretched between us and how fickle we were. How we continued seeking tiny moments, desperate to fill that void—A revolving door of new faces and places where we lay tucked away, pressing our bodies together like puzzle pieces, hoping that one day they would fit together—indefinitely.
Surely, we knew this wasn’t going to work, right? From the beginning, we’ve been on two different parallels, trying to make this work, trying to force a path through murky water when neither one of us knew when or how the tide would roll in—and here I am, miserable out of my fucking mind. In a shit headspace just waiting for this evening to end because there’s nothing worse than getting into a massive blowout right before an event. I can’t figure out what’s worse, the fight or the forced niceties. The last place I wanted to be was in public, but this is my life.
Olivia was on about something—actually, I don’t even remember what the fight was about this time, and that’s what it’s been lately. These bullshit fights about petty, senseless matters that take more energy to create than they do to fix. It’s just that she’s gotten so jealous and paranoid that I’m growing distant, that she’s the only one fighting to be in this relationship, and maybe she’s right.
—Side note: Before tonight, I really hadn’t been interested in anyone. Honest to god, I was truly in this wholeheartedly.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m constantly in the public eye, even if I think I’m lying low. There’s always a chance that someone will recognize me. The chances of someone taking a picture are even greater because everyone needs proof, or it didn’t happen, right? I personally don’t believe in this—but to each their own—If you know me and who I am, that’s precisely what you get. She knew this when we met, yet she insists that every move I make is for the world, like I can’t comprehend all of the sacrifices that she has made to be with me. Trust me, I know, and as of late, she’s taken every opportunity to throw it back in my face. 
In all honesty, I know that relationships take work, but isn’t there supposed to be balance? Somewhere along the way, we’ve lost that. We both jumped in feet first and now life seems to be catching up even faster—the constant push and pull in every direction is getting old. Everyone wants something, and she wants the most. It’s like she doesn’t understand the sacrifices that I’ve made. It’s not easy being the world’s biggest pop star and falling in love, but I felt she was worth it at the time.
And now she wants more—Roots that I can’t seem to give her. It’s like I’ve only just begun to find my own footing, stepping into the skin that finally feels right, that’s mine, and she wants nothing to do with it—She wants the control. She wants me to align with whatever she thinks our life should be.
I mean, I get it. I understand wanting the security of always knowing your next move or having a better grasp, but surely Olivia knew what she was getting herself into. It can’t be this big surprise that our life together isn’t panning out into what she had imagined, and the shittest part about it is that I don’t even want to try anymore. I don’t want the things that Olivia is trying to project onto me with every fight that ends with her begging me to choose her—is that not what I’ve been doing this whole time?
I’m lost in thought when Olivia whispers something into my ear. She had gone on and on about this Gucci Cruise show and was pissed when I decided I didn’t want to sit front row. I didn’t want to distract from the show or draw unwanted attention. Especially after that fight—God, that stupid fucking fight that left her in tears, her makeup a wet smear all over her face, almost making us late. 
Tonight was supposed to be memorable. How many people get the chance to attend a Gucci show? This was my first. It’s an honor that I wanted to appreciate and take in with the gratitude I feel not only for the brand but also for the friends I’ve grown quite close to.
“I just feel like the whole point of coming to a fashion show is to sit in with the audience and have a genuine experience of the clothes and the people—” Her comment is pointed and sets me off, so I do the asshole thing and walk toward someone I know leaving her alone with her underhanded comment.
Eventually, I walk over to the edge of the curtain, peering out into the crowd, trying to pinpoint faces I’ll see later, making a list of people I want to see or possibly avoid. As I skim the front row, my eyes land on a woman who looks vaguely familiar. Still, I can’t put a finger on it. She sticks out like a sore thumb. For instance, she is one of the few wearing dark sunglasses in a dimly lit room. Making her stand out in all black, except for the few accents that set her apart from everyone else around her, who are dripping with vibrant colors, something you would expect at a Gucci show—wild statement pieces, different patterns, and textures that ebb and flow amongst each other.
She was magnetic in a way that made it hard for me to look away. The light played off her features, creating a soft aura. A delicate ray of pink traced a faint glow around her. I couldn’t tell if it was an illusion or a trick of the mind in my rose-colored glasses. When I lowered my frames to get a clearer view, I found that she was just as stunning without them—and still, to this day, I can’t explain the feeling; it was like my soul took the lead, reaching out, hoping to find a tether. A single piece of thread that could tie me to her.
And there I stood, my mind spinning out of control. I don’t even know how long I stood there. How long I continued watching her, captivated by how the light seemed to dance with the shadows every time a model passed in front of her. Another thing I noticed was her ruby-red lip. How they spread into a shy smile, the light catching the gleam of her white teeth—a sight I imagined could be seen from anywhere in the room if you were fortunate enough to catch it. I observed her as she straightened upright and crossed her legs, almost as if she had suddenly become aware of her surroundings. Was she nervous? 
Her hair was slicked back into a sleek bun, tight against her scalp, making her features more pronounced and giving her a tidier appearance than everyone else. This timeless look could set anyone apart from the crowd, but what really caught my eye was the gilded chain dress that hugged her all-black attire underneath. I wanted to see her stand up. I wanted to know how the light played off the delicate beads draped from the woven metal. I wondered if it was uncomfortable for her or if she realized she stood out more than the celebrities around her. She had to be someone important, right? Not just anyone can sit front row at a Gucci show—Who is she?
As if she sensed my gaze, her head abruptly turned toward the curtains, causing me to jump back and bump into Olivia. “What the hell?” I hissed. 
Olivia stepped back, eyes wide, my words landing with a bite. I thought, “fuck is she about to make a scene?”—and yes, the bitterness was unnecessary, but it came more from defense than anger. I didn’t want to be found out. What was I doing anyway? How long had she been standing there? Could she see what I was looking at? Or could I pretend that I was trying to get a better view of the show, which was technically true, right?
“Can we please start over tonight?” she asks, almost pleading. “I know tonight is special for you.” Olivia runs her hands up my chest and cups my face.
“Okay…” I exhale. I want to have a good time, but a part of me knows I would enjoy myself more without her here, and it’s this very feeling that will haunt me all night, my thoughts like demons filling the room—unwanted guests that I’m no longer sure I want to keep at bay, and I know this isn’t fair. 
I couldn’t tell if it was the afterparty or the drinks that came with it, but eventually, the mind fog that plagued me throughout the evening began to lift. It was like a breath of fresh air, each drink diluting the pressure; the animosity threaded into every conversation Olivia and I had was evaporating. I could let go of the stress and relax into the theme of the night—and that was to have fun and fucking enjoy myself because I work hard, dammit.
It was getting easier to play into Olivia’s game of putting on for the coward. This was the part she liked; she loved putting on in a room full of people. She fucking thrived on the attention—she loved wearing me like a glove she could take on and off whenever she pleased. 
I was already three drinks in when I spotted my “mystery girl.” It surprised me—she was much shorter than I had imagined, but something was compelling about her presence. When she finally looked my way, I instinctively put my arm around Olivia, feeding into the lie, feeling like a fool when her eyes flitted over me with no recognition, piercing my ego in one swift look. I didn’t know what I thought would happen…actually, I’ll tell you exactly what I thought would happen. I thought my presence alone would be enough to garner her attention. Instead, I stood there stunned when her eyes lingered on Olivia, sending her a friendly smile as she mouthed the words, “I love your dress.” pulling at the strap of her dress to drive her compliment home.
Astonished, I stood by, holding my breath as the transaction morphed into Olivia mouthing a returned compliment, making ‘Mystery Girl’ beam and my chest swell with jealousy as she turned away, not even sparing me a second glance. She moved through the room effortlessly, like a hummingbird, moving from flower to flower fast yet graceful, donning that beautiful smile that had me begging her to look my way—just one more time. That’s all I would need. 
Was she a journalist? It seemed like everyone knew who she was. She spoke to everyone she encountered with such ease that each conversation I noticed flowed as if they were friends—though perhaps they were, but how was I to know? At some point, I lost her in the night, or maybe I knew I had to release her from my thoughts. I wanted to end the night on a high note, not go home with a suspecting partner to whom I would have to explain myself later. 
So, by drink five, I was being pulled onto the stage with Stevie, duetting a few songs, and as I closed my eyes, singing out the lines:
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above? 
Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I opened my eyes as we swayed into the chorus, browsing the crowd. My gaze locked with Olivia’s, who was crying, tears streaming down her face, a pained look of grief stealing her features. We shared a look of understanding. Maybe even realization, but it hit me hard, the sadness creeping up my spine as she turned and moved away from the crowd, and I noticed her bump into Alessandro, who caught her by the arm with a concerned look on his face. I pulled away from the microphone, my voice choking up, and I let Stevie take over. We both knew that our world was crumbling right before our eyes and when I glanced back over, searching for Olivia, she was gone. 
A/N: Ya'll let me know in the comments what you think. I'd love to get your feedback. If you think I should continue?? Hope you guys enjoyed!
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winchesterwild78 · 3 days ago
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Thankful for You
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Characters: Dean Winchester X Reader (wife), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Cass, Jack
Warnings: Just a little holiday fluff.
A/N: Just a short story about Thanksgiving Day in the bunker. The reader and Dean are newly married and she wants their first Thanksgiving as a married couple to be perfect. 
I picked Dean instead of Jensen or any of his other characters, because Dean was the one who wouldn’t know what a traditional Thanksgiving would look like.
Does not follow the Supernatural story line. Used characters from the show, but all work is my own. I do not own the rights to these characters. 
Please don’t take my work. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.
Written fast and not edited, please overlook any errors. 
Minors DNI 18+
I woke up early, Dean’s arm laying loosely over my body. I slipped out of bed to our shared bathroom and took a quick shower. I needed to get the turkey on so it could be ready before everyone came over.
Dean and I had been married about 6 months and this was our first real Thanksgiving. Since he grew up in the hunting life, Thanksgiving wasn’t something he celebrated. I on the other hand always had the traditional Thanksgiving with all the food, football and family you could handle. 
I had bought a turkey, ham, rolls, yams, potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and of course pie. I knew I wouldn’t have time to bake all the pies, so I bought a few, but wanted to make Dean a cherry pie from scratch. 
I was thankful we had multiple ovens in the bunker, otherwise there was no way I could pull off roasting a turkey, making a ham and the pie in one day. 
After my shower I went into the kitchen and prepared the turkey. Once it was in the oven I started on the pie and ham. By the time Dean got up I was washing and peeling potatoes. 
He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. His arms were crossed over his firm chest, and his feet crossed at the ankles. He smiled as he watched me flit around the kitchen.
“Need any help, sweetheart.” His voice startled me. I looked up at him and bit my lip. God I was so incredibly lucky to have him. “Good morning, Dean. No, I'm okay right now.”
He crossed the room, came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his chest and he kissed my temple. “Do I smell pie?” He grinned. 
“Yes you do, but it’s in the oven. You have to wait.” Dean’s bottom lip poked out in a pout. I turned and faced him, placing my hands on his chest. “Dean, it’s not ready yet. You have to wait.” “Is that the only pie?” He asked with a smirk. 
“Now what do you think?” I said as I walked towards the counter. I held up the pumpkin pie and a grin spread across his face. He took three steps towards me and took the pie out of my hand with a chuckle. 
“Dean Winchester, give that back to me. That’s for later.” He laughed as he held it over my head. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Can’t reach it? You’re welcome to have it back if you can reach it.” 
“Oh you’re so mean.” We both were laughing and I kept jumping, trying to reach the pie. Sam appeared at the door and saw us playing around. He loved seeing his brother so happy. 
“Alright you two, get a room.” He said as he walked in to grab a coffee. “Sam, please tell your brother to give me back the pie. It’s for later.” Sam chuckled, threw his hands up in defeat, “You’re on your own shortstack. I thought you’d know by now to never get in the way of Dean and his pie.” 
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side, Sammy.” I said as I kept trying to get the pie. “Thanks baby brother.” Dean laughed.
“Alright, both of you, out of my kitchen. I have dinner to finish and you’re distracting me, Dean.” Dean placed the pie down, pulled me flush to him and kissed my lips. 
“God I love you, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re mine.” “I love you too, Dean, and you better believe it. Until my last breath, I’m yours.” 
Dean walked out of the kitchen and turned back to look at me again. His heart leaped in his chest. 
I finished getting the rest of the food prepared and I set the dining room table. Sam invited Eileen, Jack and Cass were coming, and of course Dean and I would be there. I was excited to have all of our family there to help celebrate Thanksgiving. 
As I stepped into mine and Dean’s room I found him sitting at his desk writing. I hadn’t seen him write in a long time. He told me when we first started dating he would write sometimes to help with his anxiety. 
“Hey, baby. I’m just gonna jump in the shower before everyone gets here.” I said as I stepped into the room. Dean looked up, “Okay sweetheart. I’ll be done here in a minute.” I lightly touched his shoulder, “Okay Dean.”
“Hey sweetheart?” I turned to look at Dean from the bathroom doorway, “Yes?” “I love you.” I smiled, “I love you too, Dean.”
About twenty minutes later I was showered, dressed and ready for dinner. When I walked into the room, Dean was gone and his journal was tucked away in its spot on the desk. I nervously bit my lip. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness creep into my heart. Dean was upset about something, but he was keeping it from me. I had worked so hard to get most of his walls down, it broke my heart to think there was something bothering him that he felt he couldn’t share with me. 
I took a deep breath and walked towards the dining room. Sam, Eileen, Cas and Jack were all there chatting. I looked around for Dean but didn’t see him. 
They all greeted me, “Hey Y/N. Everything looks delicious, are you ready to eat?” I smiled, “Sure, y’all dig in. I’m going to find Dean.” Sam looked up at me, “He’s in the garage.” I nodded and walked towards the garage. 
I heard Dean before I even got in the room. I walked over to Baby and saw Dean sitting in the car. His eyes met mine, “Damn.” He whispered, causing me to blush.
“Dean, dinner is ready. Let’s go eat.” Dean climbed out of the car and pulled me flush to him. “Look at how beautiful you look, sweetheart. I am one lucky man.” “Don’t you forget it, Mr. Winchester.” “I could never, Mrs. Winchester.” 
“Before we go, Y/N I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my bottom lip, “Okay.” My voice barely a whisper. “I’ve done some pretty screwed up stuff in my life. I never thought I was worthy of anything, let alone love. Then I met you. I am thankful every single day I get to wake up next to you as your husband. You making this day special, this meal for us means so much to me. Nobody has ever loved me like you do. I know you saw me writing earlier, and I wanted to talk to you about that.” 
“Dean, you don’t have to. I know it’s how you deal with things in your head. Whatever you wrote, it’s okay if you keep it to yourself.” 
Dean stepped closer, “Baby I want to tell you. It’s about you, us.” “Okay, Dean. Whatever you have to say I can take it. No matter what it is.” My heart hammered in my chest. I was terrified and didn’t know why.
“Sweetheart, I’m ready.” I looked at him confused. “Ready to eat?” I asked. Dean chuckled, “No, well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m ready to start a family with you. I want us to have those babies we talked about. I want to leave this world a little better than we found it.” 
My breath hitched, “What? You really want to start a family?” “Yes, Y/N. I want to start a family with you. I can’t wait to see our babies and raise them by your side.” 
I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Yes, Dean! A thousand times yes! Let’s have a baby.” Dean kissed me deeply, “Wanna go start now?” He winked. 
“As much as I would, we do have a table full of guests who are hungry.” Dean chuckled, “You’re right. Let’s go eat. I can’t wait to get some of that pie you made.” “I can’t wait to start a family with you, Dean.” He grabbed my hand, “Me either, darlin’.” 
Dean and I walked into the dining room and greeted everyone. As I sat down and looked around the table at my family I smiled. I loved every single person sitting here with me, and I couldn’t wait to bring a little one into this family. 
We love each other deeply, protect completely, and never give up on each other. I know our baby will grow up loved, strong and protected.
As dinner started to wrap up, Sam and Eileen announced they were going to be getting married, Cas and Jack were rebuilding heaven, and Dean announced he and I were going to work on starting a family. 
Everyone was excited for us. Jack stepped close to me and whispered in my ear. I looked at him and he nodded. 
My heart fluttered. Later that night, Dean and I laid in bed, after a few times of trying and he held me tight. 
“Y/N, thank you for a wonderful day. I am so thankful for you.” “Dean, I am thankful for you too, and our baby.” 
Dean’s brain took a second to catch what I said. His eyes shot open and he propped himself up on his elbow, “What baby?” I looked at my husband, deep in his green eyes, “Jack told me tonight I’m pregnant, Dean. We’re pregnant.” 
“Oh my god, sweetheart. I’m gonna be a dad?” “Yes, Dean. You’re going to be a dad.” Dean gently placed his strong, calloused hands on my belly and kissed my lips. “Now this is something to be thankful for.” “Yes it is, Dean. Happy Thanksgiving, my love.” Dean cupped my face, “Happy Thanksgiving to you too, sweetheart.” 
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it-happened-one-fic · 2 days ago
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Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #1 - Quite the Image
Summary: Your first photoshoot was going to be with Trey. The question was whether the presence of the bicycle or exactly how good he looked in a suit was more startling, and the bicycle really seemed to be winning. Either way, you could only hope your first attempt at modeling went pseudo-well.
Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/ light-flirtation
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Word count: 1346
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“So… A bike,” Trey eyed the bicycle that was leaned against a pole as I shifted. Doing my best to not continue eyeing him. But, to be fair, I’d never actually seen Trey in a suit before. Much less one that was tailored specifically to make him look his absolute best.
I’d been impressed enough when I’d seen the gown I was wearing. A slim-fitting dress with fluttery, sheer sleeves that could get caught in even the smallest of breezes and made for a rather dreamy-looking dress.
And the embarrassing thing was that I knew that both it and I looked nice. Trey’s reaction could have only been so faked.
I could only hope that I hadn’t been as obvious in my surprise at how nice he looked. At the very least, I knew I hadn’t openly gaped at him.
“Maybe we’re both going to be riding it for the photo?” I stepped over next to Trey. Eyeing the lone visible prop for our photoshoot.
An old-looking bicycle.
Trey shook his head though, a slight frown on his face, “I doubt it. Your skirt might get caught in the wheel or something….”
He trailed off, glancing my way with a half smile as he tilted his head, “It probably would be a cute photo though.”
I nodded, quietly agreeing with him as I did my best to ignore the way the slight breeze ruffled my sleeves as he hummed thoughtfully.
“I guess it could be a picture of us walking together while pushing a bike?” He hardly sounded confident in his theory, but I felt myself nod, crossing my arms slightly as I continued to eye the bicycle.
But unfortunately, there was no telling exactly what Crewel had planned.
“Alright, Pups!” Me and Trey both jerked upright as Crewel strolled out of the building and over to where we were standing. Almost as if he’d been signaled by my thoughts that right now was the perfect time to make his appearance.
Trey and I turned together, both looking towards our instructor, and the man who skittered after him with all sorts of photography-related paraphernalia at the same time. And all at once I realized this was actually happening. As if the wedding clothes hadn’t been enough.
I was going to be featured heavily as a model in a photoshoot for Crewel’s latest designs for bridal clothes.
Trey and I briefly exchanged glances before we looked back towards our instructor who stopped in front of us. Almost as if we were thinking the same thing. But neither of us spoke as Crewel began to explain.
“I’m sure the two of you have already realized that you have this bicycle as your prop,” Crewel gestured idly to the bicycle, and we both nodded. With me glancing back at it and idly wondering exactly how this was going to work.
Me and Trey both looked towards Crewel for explanation, though. But both of us knew that Crewel was going to tell us how we were going to be posed and what we were going to be doing.
And he wasted no time in doing just that, “Good. Y/n. You get on the bike first. Trey, you’ll be behind them and actually pedaling.”
Trey hesitated slightly, glancing over at me worriedly before he looked towards Crewel, “But… Professor, won’t Y/n’s skirt get caught in the wheels?”
Crewel’s eyebrows arched at the young man next to me, and I shifted, idly scooting backwards as Crewel crossed his arms and eyed Trey, “Y/n is going to be riding side-saddle, Mr. Clover. Her skirt is slim-fitting and will take care of itself.”
Trey nodded, his eyes widening slightly before he turned, his gaze barely meeting mine as he made a slight face before reaching over and rolling the bike over so that I could perch on it carefully. All while Crewel continued.
“Both of you will need to ignore the photographer. He’s going to be snapping pictures the very moment the two of you are on the bike, but you need to pretend like he isn’t here. Do NOT look at the camera.”
I nodded lightly, balancing myself carefully. And the very moment I was balanced, Trey was on the bike behind me, bumping me slightly as he muttered apologies, and I shook my head. Scooting forward to try and give him more only to almost slide off the seat.
I could hear the camera snapping in the background as Trey caught me with an arm around my waist, laughing slightly as I gripped the handlebars in front of me and he pushed off.
The bicycle wobbled as he pedaled, and I tried to steer us in a reasonably straight path before he reached forward and grabbed the handle-bars as I slowly got tickled at exactly how bad we were doing.
But it was like something as simple as riding a bicycle had suddenly become impossibly difficult now that we were being looked at. 
My arms rested lightly on the front of the bicycle as I giggled, my laughter causing Trey to start chuckling behind me even as I heard Crewel release a sigh of long suffering as we came to a stop. Both of us laughing as the bicycle rocked to the side for what had to be the thousandth time.
I leaned back, sighing slightly as I twisted to see Crewel walking towards us before I glanced at Trey, “Think we’re in trouble?”
He shook his head, a smile still on his face as he offered a only slightly guilty-looking half shrug. But before either he or Crewel could speak, the photographer was piping up.
“Mr. Crewel, I actually got some good shots there!” Crewel stopped, his eyebrows arching as he looked at the photographer with almost the same degree of surprise as I felt.
Nonetheless, the man trotted over, showing Crewel the screen of his camera as he spoke, “All of these pictures show a certain degree of happiness wedding photos don’t often have due to how staged they are. These two actually look like a happy young couple having some fun on their big day.”
Crewel nodded as he looked through the pictures before pointing at one in particular, “This one.”
Apparently understanding, the photographer nodded, “Yes, I liked that one too. The way he’s smiling down at the young lady is particularly nice here, and they are just starting to laugh.”
“The wind also caught both the sleeves and the edge of the skirt nicely too,” Crewel paused, looking up at us with slightly arched eyebrows. “It looks like you’ve both lucked up. There are some good pictures here.”
“So we’re free to go?”  Trey looked about as hesitant as I felt, but Crewel nodded. 
“Since the photos are good, you’re done.” He paused, his gaze shifting to me as he tilted his head, “And how do you feel about going ahead and getting another photo-shoot done today, Pup?”
I hesitated before I nodded, “Yeah, that should be fine.”
“Alright then, and good work Mr. Clover,” I felt myself grin over at Trey who looked at me with a sigh. Like he knew perfectly well to expect teasing.
“Looking forward to becoming a poster boy for grooms everywhere?” I nudged with my shoulder as we both walked back towards the campus proper to get changed. Him back into his normal clothes and me into a different wedding gown.
He chuckled, only slightly flustered before he grinned over at me, a glint of meanness entering his honey-colored eyes, “Not as much as I’m looking forward to getting to see everyone else’s faces at the dorm.”
I blinked, tilting my head curiously at him, “You're heading back to the dorm to show the guys your suit?”
He chuckled again, shaking his head, “No. I meant when they see our pictures. Apparently we cut quite the image as a young couple.”
It was a fight not to shove him for his teasing, but I took it with only a slight bit of embarrassment.
After all, he was just quoting the photographer.
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 hours ago
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Recently I was researching Malleus in preparation to write some things for my "10 years later" blog event. And you know what I noticed?
MALLEUS SEEMS TO HAVE LIKE NO CLEARLY STATED POLICY POSITIONS WHATSOEVER 💀 Across 4+ years of content (voice lines, vignettes, events, main story, etc.), Malleus does not really indicate how he plans to rule once he ascends to the throne. I keep thinking I missed something and go back to comb over everything, but I swear to you that it was pretty threadbare. The closest examples I could find were him being familiar with the concept of noblesse oblige (those of higher status have a duty to aid the weak), thinking it prudent to maintain friendly relationships with representatives of foreign lands, and going along with various traditions and ceremonies. But there's nothing concrete, like how exactly Malleus would achieve his goals once in power or what his specific goals are. (This is not counting fan speculation, such as him potentially eliminating the current senate due to how they treated Lilia so callously.)
Malleus will often talk about how the things he's experiencing are different than what he knows of back home. Malleus will talk about how others wait on him (his birthday is a national holiday, he has private chefs and tutors, etc.). But he doesn't talk about how he would rule. That's like... so wild to me considering that he's the crown prince of Briar Valley. I would have expected at least one or two dedicated voice lines about such a BIG for Malleus, especially with how often he speaks about himself being a royal and being groomed for the position of future ruler of his nation. Malleus sometimes shares about his grandmother, who is the current ruler, but again never specifies what her ruling style is like or what her policies are like. It's also strange to me that Sebek, Silver, and Lilia also never speak about Malleus's positions on anything. The best we get is Lilia trying to encourage Malleus to get out of his comfort zone more and to make the most of his time to learn about his non-fae peers. That doesn't speak to any of his current thoughts though, only what Lilia hopes will enhance Malleus's understanding now and perhaps inform his decisions in the future. We're mostly left to assume how Briar Valley's political landscape works--but even then, there's not much to make of it, besides being aware of the senate, a reliance on magic, and the general adversity to humans and technology.
Compare this to Leona, the other prince of the cast (not counting Silver, since he learns of his prince heritage very late into the main story and may not even feasibly have a country or people to his name anymore). Leona is the second prince of Sunset Savanna, meaning he's not even expected to become king someday--yet we consistently hear what his thoughts on policies and political planning are. He comments that he worries for his country's future due to how lax, kind-hearted, and extravagant his older brother and acting king Falena is. On top of that, Leona's own views on what would most benefit his country are explicitly laid out. He doesn't care much for stuffy traditions or living in harmony with nature (a value many of his countrymen have); he prioritizes progress and thinks proactively about it. Even on his own birthday, Leona talks about how the gift he received from Falena could be better served as a gift to a neighboring country to bolster the relationship between their nations. The mining and energy internship he chooses in book 7 is also geared towards making sustainable advancements back home (presumably to make use of his country’s natural resources while minimizing damage to the land). We get a very clear sense of how Leona would go about improving his country, even if not from the position of king and even if his ideas wouldn’t be received well by his people or by the land. (If this topic interests you, then please check out this post, where I discuss Leona vs Falena's priorities and ruling styles.)
So what's up with Malleus, an actual king-to-be, not talking about politics at all????? Is it maybe just something Malleus is not thinking about (since it's possible that he could become king much later in life, since he’s not considered an “adult” until 1000 years old)? Is he maybe focusing on his current school experience? Or is it that he just... keeps the plans to himself since they aren't immediately relevant? Or is it that he feels he doesn't need to implement many changes once he does become king (since he seems to already be accustomed to his grandmother's way of ruling), so there's no need for him to consider it now? (Briar Valley itself and Malleus are particularly old-fashioned and appear to have issues adapting or changing with the times.) Is it that Malleus secretly dreads his ascension because it means he can no longer go back to his carefree school days? Maybe it's just the Twst devs intentionally keeping Briar Valley vague for meta reasons/to maintain Diasomnia's mystique??? It could be any combination of reasons.
I guess I'm a little frustrated myself at this realization because a personal gripe I have with Malleus is how he's treated and talked about like he's a great leader (especially by Diasomnia; *stares at Sebek shouting and Lilia's book 2 speech*), but we never get real instances of him acting like that great leader he supposedly is. It feels like lip service (think about how often Diasomnia and the general cast hypes him up) without him being able to back it up. When has Malleus led anyone in a serious group effort? How does he intend to lead in the future? I feel like it's mostly him wandering off to do his own thing or to clear the challenge with his OP-ness. But if Twst is really going to sell us on Malleus being a "great leader", then he should be given more chances to be one. It's such a wasted opportunity that we don't get to know more about this. The only instance I can think of (off the top of my head) where Malleus "leads" is GloMasq, and even then I don't know if I would count it??? Because Malleus isn't really leading the group so much as he is tagging along with them because there's safety in numbers given the situation. Everyone else throws themselves out there to protect him and the other event SSRs... and the way Malleus acts kind of implies he would march up that tower and try to decimate Rollo with or without anyone's help if he could. That doesn't really read to me as him taking charge, even if he's technically going to these great lengths to protect his country, which primarily relies on magic (ie their way of life would be destroyed if Rollo's plan succeeds). Maybe I'm missing something though??? If you can think of any examples of Malleus being a leader and/or times when he mentions how he'd rule Briar Valley, let me know. it's very possible that I have overlooked an example, given the extensive amount of content out at the moment. Sharing general thoughts on this topic is also fine.
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luciferanalyzestar · 1 day ago
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The more I waste my braincells thinking about Helluva, the more I lose interest in it. Doing laundry is more entertaining than Helluva. I have the feeling Sinmas will be the final nail in the coffin for me.
I am not going to watching season three because I like feeling something when watching shows. My face was like :| when watching Mastermind, I only felt emotion when laughing at the "heartfelt" moments or when Lucifer was mentioned. I will probably watch reviews of season three to kept up with the lore/worldbuilding for my Hazbin AU not the plot.
Blitz and Stolas' relationship becoming the main focus is my 13th reason. At least with Hazbin, there's multiple storylines that kept my attention. If there a character storyline I do not care for, I can yap about another one. Hazbin's season one is an overpacked rush mess with too many characters, but it gives me more to talk about.
Since Full Moon it has been back-to-back just those two characters, and it is a snooze fest. This is why I rarely make posts about Helluva unless a new episode comes out. They only thing I can talk about is those two, the other characters do nothing and are just cardboard cutouts. It does not help that most of them are linked to Blitz or Stolas. I would have enjoyed the shorts with the last three was not about Blitz. I am tired of Blitz as a character. I was neutral on him at first when I started watching the show but now, I just dislike him. Same with Stolas.
Now those two are living together and Stolas will probably start working for at IMP because he's a moral brokie. They will take up more screen time while everyone else will get breadcrumbs. This show is set in Hell because it is Hell to watch unless you are a non-man that enjoys yaoi that is burnt from being in the bad writing oven for too long. I swear the canon mlm ships are made with yaoi fans in mind and not for a people who are mlm and general queer audience but that is whole different discussion.
Helluva is slowly reminding me of Miraculous Ladybug because that show started going downhill when the writers dragged out the "Will They or Won't They " shtick for four seasons. I am not saying having a show about a core (romantic) relationship is bad but having other relationships (romantic, platonic, etc) and maybe some that is not linked to the core one will stop your show/comic/whatever from becoming a snoozefest.
Helluva was an alright show when season one. When the first half of season two had it hiccups but was still alright since Full Moon, I cannot even call this show a guilty pleasure or a bile fascination of mines. It is just lackluster and at worst, abysmal.
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torturedlexdepartment · 1 day ago
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Rafe Cameron x reader
Author's note: again, I apologize 💀
Warnings: ANGST, breaking up
Summary: after a year of trying to force feelings, you decide to finally break it off with Rafe
I stared down at my phone as I sat at the foot of my bed. Seven missed calls and an unfeasible amount of text messages from Rafe. I knew it was a bad idea to have the “this isn’t working anymore” conversation through text, but I was a coward. I didn’t want to have to look him in the face and explain myself. And now that he was blowing me up, I just wanted to run and hide.
I was just about to shut my phone off when I heard the sound of a truck pulling up outside. My worst damn nightmare. I should have figured Rafe would show up at my house the second I started ignoring him. I had known the man my entire life, how did I not think of this? I watched him out my window as he climbed up my steps and pounded on my front door. My car was outside so there was no denying that I was home. I sighed deeply before meeting him at my door.
“What the fuck Y/N? You can’t send that text then ghost me.” He pushed past me and I closed the door. I stayed turned away from him, not wanting to see his eyes beaming on me but I could still feel them. “Are you going to explain to me what you meant?” Tears started to well in my eyes and he spun me around to face him. His whole demeanor softened and he brought his hands up to rest on my cheeks.
“I just don’t think we should be together anymore.”
“Why?” I could tell he was trying to stay calm and collected and it just made this whole situation more impossible for me to bare..
“I just think we are better as friends.” He huffed as he stared down at me.
“All of a sudden? Out of nowhere Y/N?” What he didn’t realize is that these feelings of mine were not all of a sudden. I had always kind of felt this way. We have been friends for years and when he confessed his feelings for me, I thought I owed this a real shot. I thought I could fall for him and lord knows I tried. But how could I love him when I couldn’t love myself?
“I’ve always felt this way, Rafe.” He took a step back from me. I knew my words stung.
“Y/N, we’ve been together for over a year.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to let the tears start trailing down my face.
“I know and I’m sorry, okay. I tried.”
“You tried? What does that even mean? You could have said something after a month or two Y/N.” He started pacing around my living room with his hands up in the air, sometimes running them through his hair. I hated that I was making him feel this way. I could feel his fear and anxiety and it made me feel one hundred times worse.
“I tried to give us a real shot. I’m so sorry, okay.” He barely let me finish before he questioned me.
“You don’t love me?” I felt frozen in place. I didn’t want to lie but there was no way to answer this question without hurting us both more.
“I care about you and you mean the world to me, Rafe.” I tried to walk up to him, to comfort him. I reached for him but he pushed my hands away.
“Answer the question Y/N, because you know I love you more than fucking anything.” I took a deep breath. I didn’t want this conversation to have to go down this path but it was the only way he was going to get it.
“Rafe, you don’t even know me.” He stopped pacing and snapped his head to look right at me. He looked at me like I was a crazy person and I’d be lying if I tried to say I didn’t start feeling like one.
“I’ve known you since we were kids so how exactly does that make sense?”
“You know what I want you to know.” I was running out of ways to try and explain myself. I wished he could have just accepted what I wanted and left me alone.
“What does that even mean Y/N?”
“You know the parts that I’ve allowed you to see, gotten as close as I’ve allowed you to. You don’t know everything okay. I’ve barely allowed you to scratch the surface. And if we keep going with this, I’m going to let you dig deeper and then you’ll see the real me, and I can’t let it happen.” I finally allowed myself to be vulnerable with someone and I hated the feeling.
“Y/N, you’re crazy if you think that after all this time that anything you say is going to scare me off. I already see you regardless of what lies you’re trying to tell yourself.” I was getting unbelievably frustrated. He wasn’t going to stop.
“Look, you deserve someone that doesn’t have to question how they feel, someone who knows what they want.” I didn’t realize that he was walking over to me until I stopped talking and looked up. He leaned down to kiss me and I pushed him away angrily. “Don’t do that!” He was trying to convince me and I refused to let him change my mind. It didn’t matter how much I cared about him or how much I wished this could work.
“Y/N will you just stop?” He pleaded.
“I don’t love you, Rafe. Not the same way. And I don’t think I ever can.” As I said the words, I could literally see the light leave his eyes. He looked down at the floor and held his tongue. He was fighting back tears that he didn’t want me to see. We both stood there silently for a few moments before he walked past me, right out the door. I found myself aching to say something, but there was nothing left to say.
I walked over to my window and watched him speed off out of my driveway and out of my life. The only relief I had was knowing that he was now free for someone else to love. And one day I’ll stop wishing that it could have been me.
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@things-arent-what-they-seem66 here's part one, hope you enjoy
and @lilacwriter07 enjoy your early Christmas present
Lilith: I'm leaving you Lucifer
After twenty years of marriage never did Lucifer ever imagine those words ever being uttered from the love of his life's lips. Especially not on the day of their wedding anniversary.
Lucifer: What?
Was all he could say to Lilith who looked both tired and disappointed with him as she sat at the table with her arms crossed. They were supposed to be eating a meal together, drinking some wine, then watching a movie. They were at home at Lilith's insistence from a few days ago. She said she wanted to spend the evening with just him. No one else was to see what she wished to do.
He just thought she wanted to try something new. Not break his fucking heart in private so no one can see him cry.
Lilith: I said I'm leaving you Lucifer, I want a divorce.
Lucifer felt his heart start to pace as his breathing slowly turned erratic.
Lucifer: But, but, but I, I don't...why Lily
Lilith bristled at the nickname for a moment before answering.
Lilith: Because I no longer wish to be in a relationship where I fell out of love with you years ago. I swore that when Charlie moved out, I would finally bring myself to get out of a place that has only brought me misery.
With that she stood up and headed upstairs. Lucifer was still reeling when about five minutes later she was coming back down with two bags full of her stuff. Her stuff. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of them. It meant,
Lucifer: Lilith please, I beg of you don't go! Please! Lilith
He ran to her when she got to the doors. She stared him down as he stood in front of her exit; however, Lucifer could only stare up with tears starting to stream out onto his pale cheeks.
Lucifer: Lilith...please my darling I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.
Lucifer then proceeded to do something he'd never thought he'd do in his lifetime due to the man's humungous pride and ego.
Beg
He fell on his knees, clasped his hands together, and begged for her to change her mind. Never did Lucifer ever felt so pathetic in his entire existence. He thought that it would get Lilith to at least think about doing something other than divorce. However, the thirty-eight-year-old singer had already made up her mind a long time ago.
Lilith: I'm sorry Lucifer, but I don't think you were ever meant to be mine.
With that she stepped aside, threw open the doors of their large, grand home and walked out. Never to step inside her former home again. All while Lucifer kneeled on the ground in total despair. It was only when he heard a car engine turning on did, he turn around and saw Lilith pull out of the driveway with her purple convertible and proceed to drive away did he close the door behind him to let out the anguish sob that had built up in his throat.
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(Two months later)
Lucifer felt like his life was slowly falling apart. Ever since Lilith left, she had been sending him papers and been talking through her lawyer to him. Lilith had been one the most shining aspects of his life. In the entirety of their marriage, he devoted to making her happy. Including to working hard to provide for the both of them. So that way she could work on her music career. He bought her anything she wished for; heck he'd buy her the greatest diamond in all the world to make her happy.
In the end he guessed it just wasn't enough. When she sent him the final paperwork to sign off on their divorce completely shut the once proud, strong man down. Lucifer hadn't been out of the house in weeks and had mostly been taking to moping around the house. Or just laying all day in his bed, not sleeping, just staring up the ceiling, wall, or even occasionally the tv in his room that he put on for white noise. He didn't even go to the office.
Which would have been worse if Lucifer wasn't the boss of his toy company. Even if lately, he's been having his brother/partner Mammon and his assistant Moxxine take care of his work for him. Speaking of family, his brothers, sisters, and even daughter had seen how bad his depression had been and wanted to help him. Especially his daughter Charlie, who went to her Uncle Ozzie and begged for her to find a way to make him feel better. Since him and Ozzie have been the closest out of all seven siblings. Oz had an idea, but he didn't know if it would work
Lucifer: A sex dungeon?!
Lucifer sat across from his brother in his living room while in his robe. Oz noticed he also had deep, dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair looked a bit oily, and he appeared to be growing some hair around his muzzle. However, despite his shaggy appearance his body was rigid, his stark blue eyes wide awake as he took in what his brother just suggested.
Ozzie: Hun, please I know this might seem a lot and too soon after...
Lucifer: I don't care about ugh her. Look Oz even if I wasn't hung up over losing my wife, I don't think it would be right to go to fucking prostitutes!
Ozzie: But that's the thing though I really think these girls or boys can help you, Luci!
Lucifer: How!? How in the hell can they help me!?
Ozzie: By helping you get over Lilith. If you're with one those bad guys down, there soon Lilith will be nothing more than a distant memory. Plus, I distinctly remembering you telling me about this one domniatrix porno you kept watching. You kept telling me how you wish you could be Lilith's naughty boy. Well now you can do that! Just you know not with her.
Lucifer: I told you about that. Since when?
Ozzie: Since that time at that barbeque back in July where you got drunk and confessed to me.
Lucifer must've been hard hammered drunk to have told his brother about that. Since usually Lucifer was extremely private when it came to what happened in his bedroom. The blond man opened his mouth to once again reject his brother's offer but then stopped to think about it. It had been so long since he'd been in the warmth of someone's arms in the bed. Even before Lilith left, she had been distant from him for quite some time.
It actually was the reason for Lucifer looking up on those sites in the first place. He knew no love would be with the person he'd be with; he still wanted to forget about his heartbreak. Even if it was for only one night. Taking a breath, he looked straight at his expecting brother and said,
Lucifer: Alright, I'll go.
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numberonetribble · 3 days ago
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Some Continuation Errors and Other Hmmmm's I spotted in TF One! (this is for funsies!)
- When Orion broadcasts the news to Iacon we hear Sentinel say, "I'm working my miners as hard as I can, I swear I will get you the rest!" Revisiting the scene, he doesn't say this!
Instead the closest we get is; "I know what I promised you, but our mines, they're running out! There's barely enough Energon for us! I swear I will get you the rest!"
Which the miner line is super raw, I really like it, but why would they cut it? Maybe it's to convey to the audience that things are even bleaker ON TOP of the Quintessants being there? It's an interesting choice to keep both lines in!
- Staying in this scene, Orion plays the "I took his cog for myself." line. He was not there for that. Unless he'd digging around in her memories and this is first and foremost in her brain, he wouldn't know to look for it. Which also, it took me several rewatches for me to figure out WHY he thought she was the key. Thing is, other than that first line, he plays lines that he personally witnessed, Orion did not need her memories for this plan to work. Maybe one could argue he wanted hers as his would be considered bias to the public and Sentinel's Right Hand's are undeniable. But the citizens don't see that.
- During the race we see Elita moving crates around as if she's at work. Sentinel said that there would be NO work for all shifts. Yes she's a workaholic. However, she's not alone. There's at least two other bots working with her. Maybe they're also workaholics? Maybe their supervisor told them no you still have to work?
My only guess, it's the next day and they're trying to get those trains loaded as Sentinel has a delivery scheduled. However, these trains should've been prepped and ready to go WAY before this. It's too important to leave last minute. At MOST D-16 and Orion are in the infirmary for a day. They're un-cogged and barely injured, during triage they would've been put last to attend to. So at best, Sentinel is back for 2 days before leaving again. Not nearly enough time to load that many trains.
- When we meet B-127 he says that the new Shift Manager doesn't like distractions. We the audience know he's referencing Elita. She's been there for maybe 2 days. (This isn't really a Continuation Error more like, really interesting? It implies that the timeline was different in an earlier draft as that's very fast for her to establish herself to this division especially during a national holiday. Sure she's the kind of person who would but, you know, this is for funsies)
- The opening narration tells us the audience that the Matrix is needed for Energon to flow. Orion knows this, the citizens know this. Sentinel sees it as an object that can be taken and dismissed the lore of how it works. But why make this recording?? Maybe it was for new Sparklings to watch on their first day alive, but it's in the Archives now. Orion hadn't seen it before, meaning it got phased out. Why not destroy it?
Orion is so insistent that there might be data to help Sentinel, but he never stops to think that Sentinel already knows everything in that Archive.
These are just some thoughts I've been chewing on! I've been watching it everyday after work and these are what stick out to me the most. It's still a really good movie and I love it alot I just want to talk about this stuff 👉👈
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kitnita · 3 days ago
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what do you do when giffing non-white players to keep from whitewashing them?
so! first of all, the non-white player i gif the most is obviously robo. every human person's skin looks different — what i do for him him won't work exactly for every person you want to gif, but i think generally that there is no one kind of coloring that works universally on every person in every video or clip or whatever. i'm advocating for not whitewashing non-white players, but i'm also advocating for letting everyone's skin look like Their Skin.
second of all, i love a stylized coloring, but mine usually focuses on enhancing the warm tones in people's skin. so: my exact advice may not fit everyone's preferred style. even if what i do doesn't work with what you like to do, i hope talking through my process helps someone figure out how to go about finding what will work with their style.
third of all, this is my second time ever putting together a photoshop tutorial so please bear with me. the actually informative part has a lot of text & screenshots & gifs, so it's below the cut!
i guess to illustrate what i meant in my first post on this subject, i'm going to use a coloring i saved from a fairly distinctively colored otter gifset from last season & show how it would look if i tried using it for robo unchanged.
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the spots where the harsh locker room light bounces off the high points of jake's face are very obvious with this kind of coloring. the contrast is high — he's wearing a dark color in front of a dark background, so even though my coloring enhances the warm tones in his face, there's a lot of 'white' coming through his skin.
here's an unedited screenshot of the same postgame, just to show how much this coloring makes the already-harsh locker room lighting even harsher:
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& here's a screenshot from jason's most recent media availability, which i'll be using as my example here:
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they're pretty similar shots! both guys are wearing a dark color and are looking in the same direction so the light is hitting their faces in about the same spots. the locker room lighting washes both of them out, but it's still clear that robo's skin has a deeper & warmer tone than otter's. the spots where the light hits the high points of his face don't read as white, whereas the bridge of otter's nose & apple of his cheek do. jason doesn't have significantly darker skin than jake, but it's noticeable that they don't have the same skin tone.
now, here's the coloring from the gifset applied to both clips at the same point as the above screenshots:
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the difference isn't as noticeable now!! the shadows on robo's face have a deeper tone, but the 'white' points on his face are much more pronounced. if i use the color picker on the white on both of their cheeks, the colors i get are way more similar than they should be.
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to fix this, i'm going to first look at the group labeled 'base,' which is just the set of basic adjustments i do to every clip before going in for more fun coloring. even when i'm reusing a previous coloring psd, i typically do a new 'base' group for every clip so it can be as tailored as possible. the ice doesn't always look the same in in-game clips, the lighting isn't always the same in every locker room, etc.
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the first screenshot above is robo with the same base as the original otter gifset had, and the second screenshot is with a custom base. the levels & vibrance are practically the same. the main difference between the two is that in the second screenshot, i did not touch the color balance, and did add a selective color layer where i made adjustments to white, which can be seen in the screenshot. additionally, in the first screenshot brightness is at a +15 when it's at a +10 in the second.
here's what the rest of the coloring looks like on top of that base:
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and he's less whitewashed!! the coloring is still obviously & intentionally not true to life, but it doesn't wash jason out as much. the high points of his face don't reflect the harsh locker room lighting as white, which allows his skin tone to read as deeper without touching my more 'fun' stylized coloring.
final steps that i take for any gif before i post it:
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adjust the speed. most movements look too fast if you leave the speed as-is, so for media availabilities i'll typically slow it to 80%; for clips taken during games i'll slow it to 75% unless i want it more slowed down & then drop it to 65%.
then i adjust the image size — tumblr's preferred width is 540, so for a wide gif that's what i use.
once the image size has been adjusted, i'll add my actions overtop layer 1 of the video group, which is just the clip.
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the final products:
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i'd say both gifs still look pretty distinct — you can tell they were made by the same person using the same coloring techniques. but robo's frankly insanely clear skin has a deeper tone than otter's, as it should! it's distinct and stylized without making robo look whitewashed. he also doesn't look so different from otter that it would stand out from the rest of my gifs if this was the default coloring i always used for media availabilities.
it takes some extra steps to make the same coloring used for white players work for non-white players … but honestly not that many extra steps, and it's so worth the effort!!! i hope this was at all helpful but if you have any more questions please feel free to send them my way <3
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lanaroff · 1 day ago
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Unwanted- Part 3
Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Y/N is an enhanced SHIELD agent who is forced to work with the Avengers. What happens when they discover that she’s not alone?
A/N: Sooo I´m back. After a year I came back with the next parto. Sorry for taking so so long. Hope you like it!!!
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The flight back home was one big awkward silence, where no single team member dare to asked what had happened. Not only the mission had failed, but also two members of the team were missing, if not dead. Being that the last thing that they saw was you and Wanda standing on a rooftop that seconds later became ashes.
"Can someone explain me what the fuck just happened?" Tony finally broke the silence. But no one said anything, no one had a complete answer to explain the events that ended with the missing girls. "Rogers?"
"Um... After Sam gave us Rumblow's location Y/N went after him. And I order Wanda to follow her to the rooftop as backup. If it is anyone's fault is mine. It should have been me out there." Steve answered in a apologetic way.
"What was she doing there on the first place?" Tony asked again. But this time Steve didn't answer as he didn't know.
The room once again fell into silence. Tony was angry with the outcome of the mission.  As he should be, at the end it was his reputation on the line.
"Tony, Y/N is a really competent agent. I'm sure they are fine, all we can do is wait. Going back there is only going to make things worse." Natasha said trying to defend her friend. She was well aware of Y/N's reputation of being reckless regarding Hydra.
"12 hours. I'm giving them 12 hours and after that we are going after them." Tony said ending the conversation and leaving the room.
The truth was that Natasha wasn't fully sure if her friends were alive. She knew that both Wanda and Y/N we're powerful agents, but she also knew that Y/N had a tendency to act impulsively. So all she could do was hope that the girls were somewhere safe waiting to return home.
And they were. 4 hours had went by since the duo had settled into an abandoned house. Wanda was next to the fireplace, which Y/N turned on for her so she wouldn't be cold, and the girl would close her eyes resting next to the heat of the fire. Y/N, on the other hand, was sitting next to a window across the room. Wishing that if she stared long enough at the rain it would stop.
"You are going to catch a cold. You can sit with me if you want." Wanda suggested trying to lighten the mood.
"No, I'm good here." She replied quickly. However, she immediately felt guilty for her harsh behavior as Wanda was only trying to be nice."Um Venom... it doesn't like fire" Y/N continued.
While looking from across the room, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. How she seemed so strong but yet so broken. She knew that Y/N wasn't a person that would open to others easily. Let alone talk to a stranger about herself. But she thought that it was worth the shot since none of them had nothing better to do.
"Can I ask you a question Y/N?" She continued.
"Sure. I won't guarantee you an answer tho." Y/N replied. She could have perfectly said no. But deep down she was curious as for what Wanda wanted to know.
"Why do you want to kill Rumblow so bad? What did he do to you?" Wanda asked the girl.
"He's a traitor." She replied slowly letting herself think about her feelings. "Um... I met him when I first got to SHIELD. I guess that over the years I started to trust him. Turns out he was lying the hole time."
"Is that why you find so difficult to trust people?" Wanda asked again.
"I trust people. Just not you guys."
"Right... Do you trust Nat?" The witch asked again making Y/N nervous.
"Ye-No... Just forget about it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you about it." The truth was that that Y/N didn't knew If she trusted the spy. Sure, they were friends, weren't they? But she couldn't let Wanda know that. She wasn't going to talk about feeling with a stranger.
Y/N started to grew impatient with Wanda's questions. So she did the thing that she did best. Pretend that nothing had happened. She stood up and stared to walk towards the injured girl. She placed her left hand on Wanda's lap, and with the other one she stared to unwrap the wound to check it.
"It hurts a little less, but I don't think I can walk." Wanda said as she saw Y/N eyes staring at the open leg. 
Wanda studied every interaction that the girl made. To her, Y/N was a face with a question mark on it, she couldn't quite understand her actions nor her decisions. Every time she looked at Y/N she was able to see the girl's internal fight. Between having to be strong, and being fragile, and to the girl's fortune her eyes didn't lied.
"You are staring. Stop it, It's creepy." Y/N told Wanda feeling her eyes placed on her as she looked at the wound.
"Can I see it?" She asked. However, all she got on return was a confused look on Y/N face. "Venom- Can I see Venom?"
Y/N locked her eyes on Wanda's. And for a few seconds that was all they did. Y/N wanted to know the girl's intention, she couldn't understand why the redhead would want to do such thing. While Wanda just sat there waiting for an answer.
However, all the answered that she got from Y/N was a sight. The girl moved a few steps away from Wanda and closed her eyes.
"If you hurt her I swear to god that I will kill you." She said before letting the creature out. Venom's head emerged from behind the girl's body leaving a thin thread of materia connecting the both of them.
Wanda stood there patiently waiting for the girl. She was a little bit scared and anxious, but mostly curious to meet the creature. Her eyes features every detail of Venom. Sure, she had met the alien before, but this time Wanda didn't see it as a threat.
"I'm Wanda Maximoff, nice to finally meet you." She said. Y/N's eyes traveled from Venom to Wanda. She found hard to believe that someone would see the alien inside of her as something worth meeting. But she couldn't denied that Wanda's small action made her feel as she wasn't the monster that she thought she was. Maybe she was worth caring. Maybe there was someone who was willing to love her despite having Venom. But her thoughts were cut off by the creature's voice.
"Wanda... We are Venom" It replied. Venom was curious. Why the woman in front of it wasn't terrified? Why wasn't she running already? So it moved with precaution around the girl.
"Hi Venom, May I touch you?" She asked again. This time Y/N was not entirely sure if it was a good idea. No one before had dare to talk to the creature let alone touch it.
"I don't know Wanda. I don't think that Venom would lik..." And her words were cut off again, by the events happening right in front of her. With one hand touching Venom, Wanda let a small grin came out of her.
Suddenly, the alien's and Wanda's interaction were interrupted by the sound of a car getting closer. Y/N quickly made her way to the closet window and, as she feared, they had been found by Hydra.
"We need to leave now." She whispered. Wanda immediately tried to get up, but due to her wounds, she tripped. "Yeah, it's clear that you can't walk"
"Just leave me here. I can protect myself. You leave" Wanda said.
"Do you really think that I'm going to leave you here?" She rhetorically asked de redhead. In a matter of seconds Y/N had carried Wanda outside of the abandoned house. And with her still in her arms, she begin to walk through the woods.
"Do you at least know were you going?" Wanda complained.
"No." Y/N harshly replied.
Both girls made their way to a small town. However, before entering the area, gently, Y/N placed Wanda next to a tree. She checked the girl's leg, and without saying anything she begin to walk towards the town.
"Where are you going?" Wanda asked. She knew that Y/N would not leave without her. However, she didn't want to be left alone.
"I'm going to get a car." She replied. Y/N could see Wanda's worrying in eyes. "I will come back. I promise."
And without further ado, she made her way to the nearest gas station. Right before setting foot inside the market, she gazed a small car parked right next to the building. Y/N walked to the nearest fridge and picked a bottle of water. She placed it on the counter, and waited for the man to tell her it's price.
"Would be 85 cents, anything else?" The man asked.
"Yeah, do you happen to know were the closest route to go to NY is?" She replied. She immediately realized that the employee was starring at her shirt covered in Wanda's blood. "Uhm... My wife and I, we were hiking and she tripped. I would love to take her to the hospital."
"Oh right... Uhm, take the rout that goes south. Please take the bottle, it's on me." He said. The truth was that Y/N had no money to pay the guy. So, with a small grin she left the place. Ones outside, she broke the car's window and ripped some wires to turn on the engine.
"Who's car is that?" Wanda asked as she saw Y/N pulling down next to her.
"Does it matter?" She said and carried Wanda to the car. "Here, I got you a bottle of water in case you were thirsty."
"Thanks." She replied with a smile.
Hours had passed since they had abandoned the town. Once Y/N pulled the car down next to the compound she made her way to Wanda's door, who was fast asleep. For a moment all that the girl did was look at the redhead sleep. The one thing that she feared was happening, and she couldn't stop it. She had begin to like Wanda's company.
Without waking her up she carried Wanda inside the compound. However, Tony's shouting did interrupted Wanda's sleeping "Where were you two? Do you have any idea how worried we were Y/N?
"No, and I don't care. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take Wanda to the medby." She said and walked her way to the room, where she placed Wanda on a stretcher.
The rest of the team followed the pair in search for answers. Non of them knew why Wanda was injured. Or why Y/N had abandoned her position previously on the mission.
"Let me check on that" Bruce said as he walked next to Wanda.
"So you are not going to say anything?" Tony asked again stopping Y/N from leaving the room.
"What is left to say? The mission failed, and Wanda is alive." She said with a cocky grin.
"Why were you after Rumblow on the first place? That was not the mission." He asked again.
"No Stark, that was not you mission. It surely was mine." She said making Tony anger grew inside of him.
"You are going to get someone kill, or worse, yourself."
"Do you really think that I care If one of you die? Or If I die? I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for any of this." And with her last statement Y/N left the room.
The rest of the team shared looks, Tony was angry, while Wanda was worried. Y/N last words were on loop on Wanda's head. Why didn't she care for her life? What was the thing she didn't ask for? Wanda was determined to find out why the agent was so cold and distant.
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admirationandromantics · 1 day ago
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Going overboard, 3: Haunted
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The thing you've all been waiting for, yippi. Still working on the epilogue, but I think it's coming together. Again, just as a reminder, my blog is 18+, and so is this post. Hope you guys enjoy, and get ready for the next chapter tomorrow. Requests are still open if you're wondering about something or wanting something new <3
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He doesn’t waste time, and we both start basically eating each other’s faces. His hands roam my body, one settling on my breast. He squeezes, and I give a sweet moan in response. My body grows hotter, not that bothered by the cold anymore. He lifts me up on the sink, and I pull his body closer to mine using my thighs. I can feel his hardness through his pants, which only turns me more on, getting me wetter by the second. I tug at his jacket, and he undresses as quickly as possible, giving me full access to his toned chest. He starts kissing my neck, burying himself in me. I whimper in reply, scratching his back with my nails. 
“We should take this to the bedroom” he purrs against my skin. I’m suddenly aware of the cold again, and I oblige. We make our way in, getting under the covers. He’s feeling me all over, before tugging at my pants, dragging them off and placing himself on top of me. Knee between my legs, he leans down, continuing kissing my collar and down to my breast. He bites, which makes a loud involuntary sound escape my lips. My hand flies to my mouth, feeling my hot cheeks on the edges. His arms travel under my back, getting the clasp of my bra open and ripping it off. 
“Shhh, I want to hear you” he whispers, hand taking both of my wrists and putting them above my head. My nipples are already hard, but the cold air makes them harder. He takes one of my breasts in his hand, grabbing hard and pushing. He leans down, leaving sweet kisses everywhere, before biting me. I jolt again, and he immediately kisses the mark, soothing the pain. He keeps going, his hand wandering down to my underwear, cupping the wetness. He moves to my clit, rubbing sweet circles with his thumb. I whine, wanting to feel more of him, especially without the clothed barrier. The tension is building, and my core starts feeling needy. Too needy. 
“Josh, please” I start, being interrupted by the involuntary sounds coming out of my mouth. 
“I love when you say my name like that…”
He stands up, taking off his pants and underwear. He’s even bigger than I remember him. I keep looking at him, starstruck, and he snickers. 
“Nothing you haven’t seen before” he says as he lays down on top of me again, dragging down my panties. 
“Doesn’t mean I’ve fully comprehended it yet.”
“Oh, you will”
He runs two fingers over my soaked folds, putting them in with ease. A moan escapes me, and I put my hand over my mouth again, scared that the others will hear. 
“Josh…”
“Don’t you dare” he whispers, taking my hand and placing it around him. I follow his curvations with my fingers, tracing every bit of him. 
He starts pumping, rubbing my clit with his thumb and occasionally curling his fingers. He leans down, grabbing my thigh and leaving kisses. A knot starts to form inside my stomach as he marks my thighs. 
“Fuck, I’m so clo-”
“Shhh” he says, pulling out his fingers. I’m breathing heavily, and a needy whimper leaves my throat as a cause of the lack of his warmth. I look over at him, and he’s getting down, shoving my thighs upon his shoulders. I’m already so ready for him, wanting to have him inside me. 
“Josh, you don’t have t-” before I can finish, I feel a long lick over my folds. My breath hitches as I grab the sheets. His arms are placed on my hips, forcing me down on the mattress. He starts licking soft circles around my clit, making sure to put pressure where needed. My thighs automatically press together, but he pulls them apart with ease, holding them in their place so I don’t hurt him. I feel my core building up again, legs shaking around him. Even when he’s down there I can feel his smirk. I imagine how cocky he is, getting me to cum this quickly. My moans fill the room, and suddenly, two of his fingers glide into me, pumping at a steady pace. It takes me over the edge, and I feel myself finishing all over him. He continues his attack on me, making me ride out my orgasm on his fingers and mouth. 
“God” I gasp, trying to get my breathing under control. He takes his fingers out, moving over me, face to face. 
“That was definitely not God, hun. That was me” he whispers in a cocky tone, his signature smirk plastered on him. Despite being tired, I drag him up to me, kissing him. Tasting myself on his tongue. His hand glides over my stomach, spreading my juices all over me. He grabs hold of my breast, massaging harshly, the roughness sending pulsering jolts of pleasure through my veins. 
“Really? You did that?” I tease back, making him laugh. 
“If you don’t believe me, I suppose I’ll just have to do it again”
I laugh at him, body tired but his words make my heat start pooling again. He leans down, meeting my lips with his yet again. It’s not sloppy, not hungry, but rather romantically passionate. His hardness graces me, soaking up my juices before moving in. I interrupt the kiss with a gasp, surprised by him. The last time we did this, I did not feel like this. I was drunk, not being able to fully feel him. I grab ahold of his shoulders, steadying myself. He goes slow, getting it all the way in while I hold him tightly. One of my arms moves around his neck for support, and I feel his hot breath on my shoulder. 
“You good?” he asks, locking eyes. I nod in reply. He starts moving, going at a steady pace. I can’t help the sounds coming out of me. Moaning as I hold on to him. His head rests in the crook of my neck, and he moves one hand down to my clit. The sounds he makes are getting me wetter by the second. He’s grunting, trying to kill the moans that escape his throat. Sloppy sounds are heard throughout the room as he pumps in and out of me. Between the occasional grunt, there’s a slight whimper, which makes my body grow hotter. My head dizzies as I’m nearing my second orgasm. He continues, kissing my neck as I come all over his cock. He doesn’t stop yet though, going faster and faster. Hot breaths moving down my chest. I whine, feeling the slight pain of overstimulation come over me. I like it, I love it, I love him. 
“I’m gonna-” he yelps, keeping up the pace. 
“Please” I plead, scratching his back as he pulls out, covering my stomach and breasts in white liquid. He collapses beside me, sweaty and breathless. I look over at him, using my hand to draw circles on his chest. He looks over, giving me the up-and-down before settling on my eyes. 
“Gosh you’re beautiful” he sighs, leaning over and kissing me. I laugh. 
“And you’re messy” I state. 
“Can’t help it when it’s you”
He sits up, takes some paper out and cleans me up. Knowing it’s not coming off that easy he stands up and puts on his boxers, walking over to the bathroom again. When he comes back, he’s got a glass of water and warm cloth. I sit up, taking the water from him while he cleans me. 
“You know, I can do it” I smile, trying to take the cloth from him. 
“And miss a chance to touch you? No way”
I put the glass down, taking the cloth from him and putting it on the nightstand. As I turn around, he puts the blanket over us, letting me snuggle into him. I feel sleepy, and considering the time, it wouldn’t be wrong to go to bed. We would party tomorrow, as we would settle in. 
“Are you cold?” he asks, stroking my hair. 
“A little, but it’s okay”
“Want me to get a fire going?”
I look around, noticing a fireplace in the room. God these people are filthy rich. 
“You have a fireplace in your room?” I turn to him, full of surprise. 
“You never noticed before?”
“Nope”
“Too busy?”
“I guess” I laugh, holding on to him even harder, not wanting to let go. As I’m about to drift off a loud yell fills the lodge. 
“Guys!”
We both sigh heavily. The night had apparently barely begun. We both get up, putting on our clothes and walking out. I tell him to go as I’ll go to the bathroom first. I fix my hair, combing through it with my fingers, as well as splash some cold water in my face. 
***
I walk down to the others, noticing a ouija board laid out on the table. 
“You guys got to be kidding me” I state, looking at it with contempt. Our friends went missing last year at this very place. This cannot be a good idea. 
“Oh come on” Chris urges. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I sit down beside the others. A sinking feeling goes through me as I add my hand on the tablet. 
“Ashley, since you’re a recent convert, why don’t you be our medium for today?”
Ashley looks up at him, then at me. I nod to her, anxiety starting to rise. 
“Okay… Um, anyone there? Will you reveal yourself to us if you’re there?” 
The pointer starts moving, and I immediately hold my breath. Chris gets excited, asking who’s moving it, but no one answers. 
“It’s spelling something”
“What?”
“Are you moving it?”
“How’s this working?”
“H…E…L…P”
“Help?”
Chris looks over at Ashley who’s getting a bit scared herself. I can see she’s stressing, but I doubt Chris would want to end this now. 
“How are we supposed to help?” she asks, waiting a few seconds before the pointer starts moving again. 
“W…A…R…N”
“Shit”
“I…N…G”
“Warning?”
I look over at Josh, who seems like he’s not in a good place. He looks stressed, worried, and I consider taking hold of him and leaving, but that’s entirely up to him. 
“I think we really need to find out who’s trying to communicate with us” Chris adds, looking over at Ashley once again. 
“Are we sure we should continue?” I ask, starting to stress even more. Ashley looks at me, before looking down at the board again. 
“We can’t help you if we don’t know who you are”
I breathe out, the pointer moving once again. 
“S…I…S…T…E…R”
“Sister?” I look over at Josh, already getting angry. The others are doing this, they’re trying to fuck with him. It must be them. Josh starts breathing heavily, and I’m about to stand up when he starts. 
“Whose sister?”
Chris looks over at him, then at me. “Oh, come on. Is this for real?”
“Shut up!” Josh interrupts him. 
“Ask it whose sister.” Ashley looks worried over at him. 
“Josh, it’s gotta be-”
“Yeah, okay, well. Which sister is it then?”
I hold my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. This is not fun, this is fake. 
“Ashley, ask who it is” Chris demands. 
“Who are we speaking to, Hannah, is that you?”
The pointer immediately moves yoo ‘yes’. I breathe out, stressing. 
“This is messed up” I whisper. 
“Josh, are you-” Ashley starts, but Josh interrupts her. 
“I’m fine”
“Are you sure because we can stop”
“We should stop” I add to her. 
“No” he states. 
“Dude, it’s cool-”
“I want to hear what it says”
“Okay, think about it, if this is actually Hannah, we can find out what really happened that night” Chris says, and I look over at Josh again. 
“Josh” I start. 
“I can handle it”
“Okay… Hannah, we miss you, and we want to know what happened to you that night. Can you tell us what happened?” Josh looks around, as if searching for something, and I feel bad, almost sick. 
“B…E…”
“Betrayed”
“It’s still going!”
“K…I…L…L”
“Killed?”
Ashley freaks out, voice heightens as she speaks. 
“No, no, we didn’t KILL them, it was just a prank!” 
She’s shaking, and I can glimpse tears in the corner of her eyes. Chris looks over, putting his free hand on her thigh. 
“Ash, calm down, okay? We just need to find out more”
“I’m sorry, guys, I’m so sorry!” she starts crying. Josh looks around again, breathing heavier as the panic sinks in. 
“Ask what happened”
“Okay, Hannah, who killed you?”
“L…I…B…R”
“Library?”
“P…R…O…O”
“Proof”
“Proof in the library?”
Suddenly, the whole table starts shaking, and the pointer flies off it, landing on the ground some paces behind. We all shriek, standing up. 
“Holy shit”
Josh slowly rises, shaking his head. 
“You know what? No, this is bullshit, this isn’t real-”
“Josh, I don’t know what’s going on-”
“Listen… I don’t k-know if you think messing with me is somehow going to help me to deal with my grief or whatever, b-but this… This is not cool”
I hold out my arm to him, but he jumps away from my touch. 
“Josh no! You wanted to use the spirit board”
“Hey Josh, calm down, it’s not Ash’s fault”
“I don’t need this right now”, he states as he makes his way out. 
“Should we go after him?” Ashley asks, and I stand up. 
“You guys are jerks, what the hell were you thinking?” I yell at them, walking away to catch up with Josh. I hear Ashley’s voice behind me. 
“But we didn’t do anything!”
***
“Josh!” I shout, running to the stairs. I don’t know where he’s gone. He probably went to his room. A sigh of relief washes over me as I notice his bedroom door slightly open. I walk inside, seeing his fireplace going. I look around, but he’s not there. Before I’m about to walk out, the door shuts and I hear a slight ‘click’. 
“What the fuck?” I whisper. Walking over to the door and grabbing the handle. It’ll not open, and the key is not on my side. I start slamming on the door. This can’t be Josh, he doesn’t seem like he’s in a state to be playing games right now?
“Hey! Chris, is that you? Open the fucking door!”
I look through the keyhole, making out something that looks like denim, and gloves? 
“Hey!” I yell again, slamming the door harder. After five minutes, I realise it’s no use. I take a look around the room. The bed is still messy after Josh and I’s activities. I sit down, but am disappointed when the sheets are cold. They’d have to let me out after some time right? This was just another stupid prank. I open Josh’s dresser, thinking that if I’m going to stay here for a while, I might as well snoop. There are just clothes. Sweaters, flannels and denim pants. I pull some of them out, holding them up to the light. These are the clothes he wore last year. As I put them back, a shackling sound catches my attention. I press down on the clothing, feeling something hard underneath. I pick them up, seeing an orange pill box. I look at the stamp, not knowing what type of meds they are. He got these recently, about a month ago. And the box is still full? My anxiety rises, why isn’t he taking his medication? Is he getting better? Based on the ouija board accident, I doubt it. He seemed much more panicked than angry. As if he was having trouble breathing and starting to spiral. I get a bad feeling in my stomach, and I realise that I never did find Josh. He might be somewhere in the lodge, not knowing up and down. 
I make my way to the door again, using my body to slam against it. It still doesn’t move. Fuck. I open the window, looking down. Luckily, there’s a fire ladder on the side, and I manage to open it. Suddenly, I hear screams, a faint voice calling for Ashley. What is going on? I open the window wider, and carefully make my way down. I jump down the last metre, landing softly in the snow. I really should have taken one of his shirts while I was up there. I make my way around, walking in the front door before running around. 
“Chris, Ash, Josh?” I shout. I run down to the library, walking down the stairs and seeing Chris, knocked out, and laying still on the ground.
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