#ina x raven

[kwaj115]

Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 3

Summary: An unexpected visitor throws Raven’s life around.

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, swearing, maybe a sprinkle of fluff, hurt Raven

Tags:  @kulaykape @ikingsley @remnantsofthepast-if @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @luthorsxrojas @darlingnikki-prince

Author’s Notes: It mentions some of Raven’s negative thoughts. If you are uncomfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something- It mentions some characters from previous fics. For the ones who do read it, I hope you enjoy it. It has not been proofread, although, feedback is appreciated if you message me in private. I will edit it later. This series seems to continue as long as I have ideas for it to end. 

Raven woke up and the first thing she checked was her messages. She read Ina’s text which resulted in a little pinch to her heart. She wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or if she should be glad that she had a trustworthy place to stay while drunk. There was a knock at the door before she could begin her morning routine.

She was surprised that Ina would knock but thought nothing of it, maybe her hangover was a lot if she didn’t use her keys. When Raven opened the door, it wasn’t Ina. Another woman was standing opposite, a little taller than Ina but around the same age as her. Blond-haired and blue eyes examine Raven.

“Hi, is Ina here?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

The question of Ina’s whereabouts stirred unexpected feelings of possessiveness. The woman raised an eyebrow before choosing her words.

“Well, I’m Elizabeth. You can call me Liz, I’m Ina’s ex-fiancee. But I heard she was here and I was in the area so I dropped by for a visit.”

“What makes you think she’d want to see her ex?”

Liz lets out a little laugh before walking past Raven into the apartment, she looks around the apartment coming across a photo of Ina and Raven together. 

“Wow, I see we’ve moved onto this quite seriously.”

“Can you leave?”

Liz acknowledged Raven’s request before slowly approaching the doorway. 

“I’ll leave for now. But I’ll let you know, what makes you think Ina would stay with someone like you? Young, you’d get bored easily when Ina is the type of person who’d want to settle down after the adventures we had.”

With that, she walked out. Raven shut the door before slipping onto the couch, replaying Liz’s words. 

Would Ina leave me?

After an hour, Ina opened the door and spotted Raven. 

“Raven! You’re up, why do you look dull?”

“I missed you so I slept pretty awkwardly last night.”

She welcomed her girlfriend with a kiss, staying silent about the encounter with Liz. 

“Should I get started on breakfast?”

“Oh no! It’s okay, I ate at my friend’s. I’m going to start catching up on missing work.”

“I see.”

In an attempt to spend more time together, she pulled Ina back into a hug.

“Can we go out or stay in and watch a movie tonight?”

“This is new. I mean, we can stay in. I’m too tired to go out, I have to get started on work.”

“I just missed you and wanted to spend time with you.”

Raven let go and Ina gave her a flirty wink before she walked into her home office. The younger woman decided to get started on her day and blow off her steam at the gym.

******

“Raven, we should take a break.”

“I’m fine, Tal.”

“I know but I’m tired, girl.”

Raven harshly unstrapped her boxing gloves and Tal dropped the punching targets.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, lately Ina and I have been distancing but it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. We’d have a nice moment and then life, our differences, would start to creep back in. This morning, Liz, Ina’s ex-fiancee, showed up at our apartment today.”

“No way! Why?”

“I don’t know, she wanted to see Ina because she found out she lived there. Told me things that I’d get bored and that Ina would want to settle down.”

“Is that why you’re in a bad mood? Because her ex showed up at your door and started spewing some bullshit?”

“No, I’m scared that maybe there’s truth within those words. What if I can’t separate our relationship from how different we are? I’m starting to work and she already has a career. I want to go out with my girlfriend and do some sightseeing but she wouldn’t want to because one outing is enough for a month. I’m just worried about how we’re going.”

“And you’re not telling her because..?”

“Because I’m fucking scared, Tal. What if I mess it up even more? You know the things that happened in the past. I’ve messed up how I wanted to word my thoughts and feelings, turned it into a bigger mess.”

Tal was unsure of how to respond. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before picking up the targets again.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m sure you’ll figure out how to explain the vibe with time.”

#playchoices #choices #choices fanfic #ina kingsley #queen b fanfiction #queen b #ina kingsley x f!mc #ina kingsley x mc #queen b ina #ina x mc #professor ina kingsley #ina x raven #raven wardin

[bobbin-buckley]

Wednesday Addams Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Smut (aged up!!)

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SFW

-When you both met Wednesday hated you she only disliked you because you were better than her at lots of things

-She didn’t actually really hate you she was just mad because she actually loved you

-All she would do is ignore you when she discovered these feelings. Enid told her that she should put on her big girl pants and ask you out

-Wednesday was always blaming you for this feeling, it wasn’t partially your fault I mean you’re so goddamn pretty

-She finally accepted this feeling and asked you out on a coffee date at WeatherVane. It went nicer than Wednesday expected, you exchanged numbers (you had to help her), gave her a kiss on the cheek and planned another date

-Sooner or later you asked Wednesday to be your girlfriend and how you really liked her

“The feeling’s mutual” she’d say

-After not even a few months of dating Wednesday was pretty protective of you

-If a guy were to flirt with you she’d give them a death glare causing them to flee

-You didn’t mind the Over-Protective-Wednesday-Addams it was honestly sweet that she cared for you so much, even if she wouldn’t show it physically

-Wednesday wasn’t much for physical touch, she was rather more for words. Eventually she adjusted to some touching like pinky holding, hugs, kisses on your knuckles, a kiss on her cheek or forehead

-some physical touch is always behind doors, Wednesday hates pda. The closes thing to pda you’ll get is her pinky holding under a table. It’s quite cute infact

-Wednesday was never for pet names but she’ll call you “Cara Mia” “Mi Amor” “Mon Tresor” “mea vita” in Spanish, French or Latin

-Enid tended to tease Wednesday about you, how she was so head over heels for you without even realizing it

-You guys eventually get a room if your own together

-Fencing matches, watching/listening to her play cello, hearing her type on her type writer, going to the raven with her, investigating together, she offers to grave dig with you and you actually enjoy it

-You’ll give her ideas for her writing and sometimes she’ll write them in

NSFW (Everyone is Aged up)

-More dom for sure, if you’d fight her over it she wouldn’t be slow thats for sure

-Honestly most times you guys have sex she prefers it vanilla, unless she’s feeling kinky and mad then roughness will come in

-Sex at night, never usually during the day because she’s worried Thornhill or Enid will walk in

-She’s moderately quiet there’ll be groans and whimpers from her, while as you…she wants to hear you scream but in the environment you’re in it won’t work out

-Enid almost walking in on you guys

-She’d definitely do knife play and pain play, she won’t be crazy about it like actually stab you. She doesn’t wanna hurt you too much. (So she’s still soft even during intimate)

-probably owns a strap, a black strap ina box under her bed (uses it once in a while)

-Will throw thing out of the room and will lock him in a drawer if he ever attempts to spy

-She really tries to pleasure you, she’s never done nor thought about having sex with someone (obviously this is aged up)

-She loves pleasuring you, even if she likes to make you hold your orgasm or pulls away before you cum but other than that she likes to please you well

-I’d say she is the type to do queening (face sitting) she loves having you sit on her face, like actually sit she likes the thrill of not being able to breath while tongue fucking you

-She is soft during sex, making sure your okay if she does something different or if she accidentally hurts you

“This okay?”

“Okay…I’m going to put it in Amor”

“Shit, are you alright?” “Wednesday Addams apologizing? No way” “shut up…but seriously”

-Whenever you’re top (rare) she wants you to be rough with her she loves pain. You are always unsure about it but she claims she’s fine

-Aftercare is a meh for her. She’ll make you a bath but you’re kinda on your own from there (depending on how you feel) like if she went rough and you’re super tired and can’t walk she’ll help you to the bathroom but otherwise ur good

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Where are my little gays at?

Sorry for a late upload I’ve been going through something and I broke up with my gf so it’s been hard for me to find motivation but I’m alive! I think?

Anyways, I’m starting something for Tara rn I think you guys will like it cause I love it

But have a good day/night! 😃

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday series #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega

[maple-the-awesome]

Ackerman's Sister || Chapter 13

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), Erwin Smith x Reader

Words: 2,594

Overview: When the storm clears, you finally reunite with Levi only to make a gruesome discovery. Faced with both heartbreak and a shattering reveal, you must at last decide once and for all: where do you loyalties lie? Who will you stand with? Erwin or Levi?

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: IN BLOOD

Much to your relief, the rain has begun to clear enough for you to finally see who’s riding beside you, no longer forced to guess through blurred vision. With a quick glance around, you’re grateful to notice that everyone’s still present; Erwin’s entire squad made it through the storm- Wait, should you really be happy about that?

From the fading fog, Commander Shadis's squad soon joins the rest of you unscathed. Although the weather has improved, that doesn’t change the fact that all the smoke guns had been drenched, therefore he provides new orders for how to contact the other remaining squads whoever they may be.

“Spread out into small groups and head towards the nearest squads! Once you cross one, have them send a messenger or two of their own to the next and so forth! Messengers will then relay a report back to the front of formation so that we can understand just how many losses we’ve encountered!”

"Sir!"

“Ina, Christoph, and Stefan head West. Mike, (Y/n), you stay with me,” not that he probably realizes it, but Erwin manages to save himself from a nasty argument by choosing to have you go East along with Mike and him; East towards the right of the formation.

You’re certain if you didn’t have such a talent in controlling your nerves, you’d be a heaving mess by now as you internally concern yourself over the whereabouts of dear brother and friends. You made a call to trust them on their own while you joined Erwin’s squad, however you would’ve never done so had you known this storm would’ve occurred. How did they hold out during it? Hopefully alright, although you won’t be surprised if Levi still has your head for all of this once it’s over.

Turning your gaze, you spot steam in the distance which sets hope into your bones," looks like downed titans, three o’clock."

"Several for there to be that much steam," Mike adds quietly, but you’ve already concluded as much yourself.

Hitting the reins, you reroute your horse in that direction without a second’s hesitation. No ordinary soldiers could kill that many titans at once; not with the skills you've observed the majority of scouts to have. It must be Levi and the others. Of course! They could easily work together and take down as many titans as possible which means you were right to trust them; they’re safe!

"LEVI!" You don't give a shit at this point if any other titans are out wandering about. When you spot the raven hair of your brother kneeling in the distance, your instincts just take over, pulling you towards him like gravity.

In a blink, you’re off your horse, almost failing to land on your feet properly, not that you mind a small slip. Instead, you recover your balance by throwing your arms over Levi’s shoulders, embracing him close despite all the nasty titans’ blood he’s coated in. You’ll take titans’ blood over his own any day.

"...You're okay. Thank goodness you’re okay…" you whisper breathlessly against his damp shoulder, however that breath truly does escape you once opening your eyes.

Levi only then puts his arm around you in a weak grip barely felt, confirming both his knowledge of what has suddenly upset you and the sickening sight itself…It’s real. No matter how much you wish otherwise, your eyes aren’t deceiving you.

"Are you the only one here? Are there no other survivors?" You squeeze Levi closer, Erwin's questions completely numb against your ears. How could you bother listening to him when all your attention is focused on Isabell’s head lying a few feet away, ripped from her body with her mouth hung open yet eyes closed gently as if she’s merely sleeping. Furlan isn’t nearby and you don’t even hear his voice which must mean he, too…

"All of these titans...Did you do this alone-?" Erwin continues to press as he rides up beside you both.

You can’t acknowledge him nor process what’s happening fast enough. In a split second - faster than your heart can skip a beat - Levi pushes himself away from you, leaping towards the Squad Leader and slamming him off his horse into the mud. Erwin’s body makes a painful sound against the ground, the air leaving his lungs from the force, yet by the time you gasp and Mike jumps off his own horse, Levi already has his blades drawn.

"Stay back!"

Despite the fury laced in Levi’s voice, Mike still draws his weapons and makes a move forward, however you’re quicker. In an instant, you’ve inserted yourself between them, acting as a shield for Levi to do as he pleases while Mike’s forced to avoid your wrath carefully.

The two of you lock eyes, blades at the ready towards each other yet neither advances. Not a single word is spoken, but an understanding is met: the moment someone steps too far over the line, you’ll both be willingly to kill the other. The last few hours of hell you’ve just endured side-by-side no longer matter; they mean nothing in the face of sibling ties.

While Mike and you keep each other at bay, Levi calmly approaches Erwin who winches in pain as he tries sitting up, but he doesn’t get too far, only managing to raise his head before a blade is held centimeters away from his throat.

“I'm going to kill you, you bastard. I'm going to kill you like I intended to since the very beginning."

Erwin looks up at Levi slowly, choosing his next move just as delicately. He moves slightly at first as a test. Once ensuring he’ll be allowed to finish the action, he fishes a few folded papers from his pocket without any regard to the items getting soaked in the rain," I suppose this is what you've been after this whole time?"

"So, you knew of our intentions?" Levi asks, sounding unimpressed as his gaze flickers to the papers.

Even you're watching in the corner of your eyes, your breath hitching at the sight of those documents you’ve been working hard to seize since day one. All of that sneaking around and lying, it all goes to waste when Erwin simply tosses them into the mud where they sink into ruin.

“I'm sorry to disappoint, but you're too late. You were chasing a false end anyways: there were never documents against Lovof. That was all a purposeful lie I made in order to gain enough proof regarding his embezzling crimes to back him into a tight corner he couldn’t weasel himself out of.

“Knowing that Lovof is the type to look over his shoulder twice, I predicted that he’d want to prove the existence of any compromising evidence against himself. Sure enough, he hired the four of you for that. Since he made a move on his end then, I also knew there’d have to be a trace I could follow back, eventually leading me to the exact proof I needed for his arrest."

"Then why...Why are we here?" You dare to cut in, looking back at Erwin instinctively with the question before quickly facing forward again to remain watchful of Mike," why did you allow us to join the Survey Corps? Why haven't we been arrested yet if you always knew?!"

"...I may have lied about the documents, but I never lied about you four having promise. That was one gain to having you all here in the Survey Corps,” you meet Erwin’s eyes in the corner of your own, his gaze stern,"...but aside from that, turning a blind eye to your roles in Lovof’s plan also ensured he’d be unaware of my true counter. He remained ignorant to the end and the proof I gathered against his crimes already sits in the hands of Commander-in-chief Zackly. It's over for Lovof."

You tighten your jaw, letting that revelation sink in. All of this work you put in hoping to protect your friends…it was for nothing. Erwin always knew what was going on under his nose and success was never truly within your grasp; it didn’t even exist to begin with! You made a wrong call in taking Lovof’s offer and putting your family at risk for it. Now your friends are dead. They died meaningless deaths because of you, at least in terms of your original goal.

"So...You were okay with throwing away their lives just for your messed up little game?" Levi poses to Erwin, letting the wind carry this question before grinding his teeth and raising his blade," well, too bad you lose, too!"

Once again, events unfold quickly. Your eyes go wide, watching the scene behind you as your brother swings his sword towards Erwin who’s crazy enough to try blocking it by raising his hand in defense. You’re not sure if that would work against Levi’s fury, but you don’t have time to guess because disregarding all previous threats, Mike rushes forward with his own blades out, prepared to fight for his friend’s life at all costs even if he has to go through you then Levi to do it.

There’s a loud ‘cling’ of metal scraping together, one that would normally cause a shiver down your spine, however you remain level, feet grounded into the mud and grip white over the handles of your swords. You can feel your opponent’s own strength pushing against yours for only a second before it weakens slightly - hesitating.

.

.

.

"...Get out of my way, (Y/n)."

"I can't do that, Levi."

Levi narrows his eyes which reflect nothing but anger compared to your sympathetic ones. You're practically standing over Erwin, feet placed at both of his sides as you’re forced to lean back ever so slightly to avoid the blades from touching your body. Nevertheless, you maintain your ground against your own brother.

"...I won't let you kill him…”

Levi hisses your name again, pushing his blade further against yours in a feeble attempt at getting you to falter first.

"Furlan and Isabell are dead," he frowns as you state the obvious," they've been killed, but why? Why did they have to die? Why did anyone have to die here today?"

Levi bows his head, sorrow replacing his flame,"...it's my fault...I left them - I left them all because I was worried about you, but it was the wrong choice! I got them killed instead-!”

"-But it wasn't you! You didn't take their lives, it was the titans that did!" You announce with sudden vigor; an emotion that shines even in your steady gaze,"...remember last night? You told me not to listen to Erwin's nonsense yet I did! I listened and I thought about it! What are titans? Where are they coming from? Why have they hunted humanity right into the Walls? There are so many questions that you and I have never had the time to consider before - questions humanity itself still doesn't have the answers to!

"Even if those documents were real and even if Lovof upheld his end of the deal by giving us citizenship inside the Walls, what good would it do if we’re still living in fear of something - still living on borrowed time of some sort?” You look down finally, your lip quivering," I...I don't want to live like that anymore. I’m tired of living like that!

“I want peace and to breathe without ever having to worry about it being stolen away from us ever again. I want to know what lies beyond the Walls and if the world out here is more sustainable that ours because, let’s face it, everybody inside the Walls are sitting on the edge of being just like us.

“All it takes is one disaster, one plague or major loss of land, and humanity would be pushed into a dangerous game of survival. We’d never have a chance at true peace that way, but if we somehow win against the titans someday, we wouldn’t have that kind of worry anymore. We would have more land. We’d be unconfined...But most importantly, we’d make everyone’s sacrifices worth something…”

You glance behind yourself at Erwin whose wide eyes meet your pleading ones," that's what you said, right? If we win this war, no one would've died for nothing. Not the first Survey Corps soldiers, not the scouts yesterday, not even Furlan and Isabell. Their deaths pave our way to victory and it's our job to secure it for them…”

Turning back to Levi, your voice becomes gentle, something of a whisper as if he’s once again a child being comforted after a nightmare,"...I’m not going to force your hand here, Levi. I want you to be safe above all else and we all know the Survey Corps isn’t the place for that, so if you want, I’ll let you. You can run away from all of this and I won’t let a single person stop you. Not Erwin, not Shadis; no one, but I won’t go with you. I’m…I’m going to be selfish this once, okay? I’m making a choice for myself and that’s to stay here and fight for the Survey Corps; to fight for humanity and our fallen friends.”

"...You'll be killed..." The words leave his mouth along with his breath.

You grin sadly," probably...but at least I’ll die with purpose, won’t I? I'd rather be remembered for what I did, even if it really isn't much in the grand scheme of things, than be remembered for my mere life itself."

Levi’s usually steady hands shake, a sight you’ve never seen before. He wants to make some sort of bitter remark towards you, pointing out your status as a liar since you kept insisting this wouldn’t happen - that you had no interest in playing the role of ‘heroic soldier’...but who were either of you kidding then? That’s all you’ve ever been. You’re someone who cares too much about others. You're compassionate, refusing to leave anyone behind, be it your weak little brother who would've been easier to abandon, a sneaky yet clever teenager stuck in a circle of cons, or that proud little girl trying to get an injured bird to the surface.

Levi wonders when he truly lost you to the Survey Corps. Was it right now? When you all saw the sky for the first time? When Erwin preached his complete nonsense that happened to speak directly to your heart, lighting a fire under you and calling you forward to be the special person you’ve always succeeded as?

Soon, Levi blades lower, his arms dropping to his sides which allows you to finally relax yourself, although you make no move away from him, instead waiting patiently yet desperately for any sort of response. You want him to take your offer - to run away and save himself from this life you're cursing yourself with even though it'll absolutely kill you inside. You want him to live, but at the same time, you want him to stay by your side as he always has; would both even be possible here?

“...Did you hit your head during the storm?”

“I-”

“-Or are you just going senile already?” Levi glances at you in the corner of his eyes, clicking his tongue stubbornly,” honestly, what makes you think I’m ever going to leave your side? Helping Lovof, leaving the Underground, going outside the Walls…You want to die fighting for humanity? Fine then, but we do it together…Look, I'm sticking with you no matter what, so stop thinking otherwise and just accept it already."

You blink, your throat feeling dry at the admittedly unexpected answer. Nevertheless and despite how much you know you're always going to worry about him being in the Survey Corps, you smile at his reply. 

"Right...Together."

NEXT CHAPTER ➡️

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[ao3feed-scarletvision]

X-Men: The Next Mutation

by s10127470

In this new take on the Marvel Universe, the X-Men have become powerful fighters thanks to their secondary and even tertiary mutations. But now they’re gonna have to put their skills to the test when their arch-enemies, the Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, have returned and are out for revenge. Luckily, they have a lot of friends who have their backs. Including two of their longtime human allies, a superhero family, a savage lord and his saber-tooth tiger of a brother, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, some family members, a underwater king, a particular wall-crawler, and a new ally in the form of a world famous geneticist. Together, Marvel’s merry band of mutants will continue to do what they do best: protecting mutants and humans from foes, old and new, alike, going on wild adventures, and clearing out as many restaurants with their enormous appetites.

Words: 1392, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of X-Men: The Next Mutation

Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Ultimate X-Men, Marvel 1602, X-Men: The Animated Series, X-Men Evolution, Wolverine And The X-Men (Cartoon), X-Men (Original Timeline Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, James “Logan” Howlett, Ororo Munroe, Piotr Rasputin, Kitty Pryde, Hannah-Marie Carlyle, Bobby Drake, Kurt Darkholme, Wren Worthington, John Proudstar, Henry McCoy, Shiro Yoshida, Sean Cassidy, Alison Blaire, Emma Frost, Remi LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Duncan Matthews, Moira MacTaggert, James Kincaid, The Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, Bolivar Trask, Cain Marko, Amahl Farouk, Karl Lykos, Webber Torque, Keniuchio Harada, Kevin Plunder, Shanna O'Hara, Zabu, Ina & Biri, The Fantastic Four, The Avengers - Character, Nick Fury, X-Factor - Character, The New Mutants, Lockheed

Relationships: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe/Donald Blake, Kitty Pryde/Piotr Rasputin, Hannah-Marie Carlyle/Remi LeBeau, Bobby Drake/Johnny Storm, Kurt Darkhölme/Wren Worthington, Emma Frost/Henry McCoy, Alison Blaire/Shiro Yoshida, slight Sean Cassidy/Moira MacTaggert, Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler, Kevin Plunder/Shanna O’Hara, Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Crystal Amaquelin/Pietro Maximoff

Additional Tags: Characters as Anime Badasses, Team as Family, Team Bonding, Everyone Basically Came Right Out of a Shonen Anime, Genderbent Angel, Genderbent Gambit, Multiversal Variants as Protégés, Charles Xavier isn’t an Asshole for Once, Mutants Finally Being Accepted, Pietro and Wanda are still mutants, So is Franklin, Peter Parker will actually be allowed to be FUCKING happy!, The Mutants are Big Eaters

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#scarlet vision #scarletvision #the vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #IFTTT

[books-in-media]

Masterlist of books mentioned & read by Emma Roberts

—A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit (2005)

—A Selfie as Big as the Ritz, Lara Williams (2016)

—A Story Lately Told: Coming of Age in Ireland, London, and New York, Anjelica Huston (2013)

—Abandon Me: Memoirs, Melissa Febos (2017)

—After This: When Life Is Over, Where Do We Go?, Claire Bidwell Smith (2015)

—Ali in Wonderland: And Other Tall Tales, Ali Wentworth (2012)

—An American Marriage, Tayari Jones (2018)

—An Extraordinary Theory of Objects: A Memoir of an Outsider in Paris, Stephanie LaCava (2012)

—And Now I Spill the Family Secrets: An Illustrated Memoir, Margaret Kimball (2021)

—Ask the Dust, John Fante (1939)

—Audition: A Memoir, Barbara Walters (2008)

—Ava Gardner: The Secret Conversations, Peter Evans, Ava Gardner (2013)

—Barefoot Contessa Foolproof: Recipes You Can Trust, Ina Garten (2012)

—Battleborn, Claire Vaye Watkins (2012)

—Beautiful Ruins, Jess Walter (2012)

—Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear, Elizabeth Gilbert (2015)

—Bluets, Maggie Nelson (2009)

—Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness, Susannah Cahalan (2012)

—Bridge to Terabithia, Katherine Paterson (1977)

—Carthage, Joyce Carol Oates (2014)

—Chanel Bonfire, Wendy Lawless (2013)

—Chelsea Girls, Eileen Myles (1994)

—Cities I’ve Never Lived In, Sara Majka (2016)

—Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys, Viv Albertine (2014)

—Crystal Ball Reading for Beginners: Easy Divination & Interpretation, Alexandra Chauran (2011)

—Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession , Alice Bolin (2018) 

—Dear Mr. You, Mary-Louise Parker (2015) 

—Different Seasons, Stephen King (1982)

—Doctor Sleep, Stephen King (2013)

—Driftwood, Elizabeth Dutton (2014)

—Emma, Jane Austen (1815)

—Emily Dickinson: Letters, Emily Dickinson (1894)

—Empty Mansions: The Mysterious Life of Huguette Clark and the Spending of a Great American Fortune, Bill Dedman, Paul Clark Newell Jr.  (2013)

—Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Tom Robbins (1976)

—Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury (1953)

—Faking It: The Lies Women Tell about Sex–And the Truths They Reveal , Lux Alptraum (2018)

—Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson (1971)

—Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles, Ron Currie Jr. (2013)

—Flowers for Algernon, Daniel Keyes (1959)

—Girl in a Band, Kim Gordon (2015) 

—Girlchild, Tupelo Hassman (2012)

—Gold Fame Citrus, Claire Vaye Watkins (2015)

—Grace: A Memoir, Grace Coddington (2012)

—Happiness: A Philosopher’s Guide, Frédéric Lenoir (2011)

—Heads in Beds: A Reckless Memoir of Hotels, Hustles, and So-Called Hospitality, Jacob Tomsky (2012)

—Hold Still: A Memoir with Photographs, Sally Mann (2015)

—Honey Girl, Lisa Freeman (2015)

—How Should a Person Be?, Sheila Heti (2010)

—I'll Be Your Mirror: The Selected Interviews, Andy Warhol (2004)

—I’ll Tell You in Person, Chloe Caldwell  (2016) 

—In Praise of Messy Lives: Essays, Katie Roiphe (2012)

—Into the Valley, Ruth Galm (2015)

—Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), Mindy Kaling (2011)

—Jane: A Murder, Maggie Nelson (2005) (X)

—Jitterbug Perfume, Tom Robbins (1984)

—Joy Enough, Sarah McColl (2019)

—Kitchen Revelry: Fun, Fearless and Festive Ideas to Inspire You to Take a Bite Out of Life, Ali Larter (2013)

—Laura & Emma, Kate Greathead (2018) 

—Let Me Tell You What I Mean, Joan Didion (2021)

—Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls, David Sedaris (2013)

—Levels of Life, Julian Barnes (2013)

—Little Known Facts, Christine Sneed (2013)

—Luster, Raven Leilani (2020)

—M Train, Patti Smith (2015)

—Marlena, Julie Buntin (2017) (X) 

—Men Explain Things To Me, Rebecca Solnit (2014)

—Motherest, Kristen Iskandrian (2017)

—My Life on the Road, Gloria Steinem (2015) 

—My Sister, The Serial Killer, Oyinkan Braithwaite (2017)

—My 1980s and Other Essays, Wayne Koestenbaum (2013)

—Neverworld Wake, Marisha Pessl (2018)

—Nine Inches, Tom Perrotta (2013)

—Not That Kind Of Girl, Lena Dunham (2014)

—November 22, 1963 , Adam Braver (2008)

—Of Things Gone Astray, Janina Matthewson (2014) 

—One Last Thing Before I Go, Jonathan Tropper (2012)

—Outlawed, Anna North (2021)

—Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953, Elizabeth Winder (2013)

—Pond, Claire-Louise Bennett (2015)

—Psychos: A White Girl Problems Book, Babe Walker (2014)

—Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier (1938)

—Riding in Cars with Boys: Confessions of a Bad Girl Who Makes Good, Beverly Donofrio (1990)

—Robert Frost’s Poems, Robert Frost, Louis Untermeyer (1930)

—Robogenesis, Daniel H. Wilson (2014)

—Run River, Joan Didion (1963)

—Salt Slow, Julia Armfield (2019)

—Searching for Sylvie Lee, Jean Kwok (2019)

—Selected Poetry, John Keats (1921)

—Sex & Rage: Advice to Young Ladies Eager for a Good Time, Eve Babitz (1979) (X) 

—Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion (1968)

—Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.: Tales, Eve Babitz (1977)

—South and West: From a Notebook, Joan Didion (2017) (X)

—Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel (2014) (X)

—Stay With Me, Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ (2017)

—Still Life with Woodpecker, Tom Robbins (1980) 

—Swimming Sweet Arrow, Maureen Gibbon (2000)

—Tell the Wolves I'm Home, Carol Rifka Brunt (2012)

—Text Me When You Get Home: The Evolution and Triumph of Modern Female Friendship, Kayleen Schaefer (2018)

—The Adults, Alison Espach (2011)

—The Answers, Catherine Lacey (2017)

—The Astor Orphan: A Memoir, Alexandra Aldrich (2013)

—The Baroness: The Search for Nica, the Rebellious Rothschild, Hannah Rothschild (2012)

—The Best Things to Do in Los Angeles: 1001 Ideas, Joy Yoon (2012)

—The Book of V, Anna Solomon (2020)

—The Children Act, Ian McEwan (2014)

—The Chocolate Money, Ashley Prentice Norton (2012)

—The Elementals, Francesca Lia Block (2012)

—The End We Start From, Megan Hunter (2017)

—The Girls, Emma Cline (2016)

—The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing, Melissa Bank (1998)

—The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925) 

—The Guineveres, Sarah Domet (2016)

—The Illusion of Separateness, Simon Van Booy (2013)

—The Immortalists, Chloe Benjamin (2018)

—The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells, Andrew Sean Greer (2013)

—The Improbability Principle: Why Coincidences, Miracles, and Rare Events Happen Every Day, David J. Hand (2014)

—The Kitchy Kitchen: 200 Recipes for the Young and Hungry, Claire Thomas (2014) 

—The Last Days of California, Mary Miller (2013)

—The Last Love Song: A Biography of Joan Didion, Tracy Daugherty (2015)

—The Light We Lost, Jill Santopolo (2017) 

—The Lightness, Emily Temple (2020)

—The Love Song of Johnny Valentine, Teddy Wayne (2013)

—The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury (1949)

—The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories, Marina Keegan (2014)

—The Poems of Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1944)

—The Rules Do Not Apply, Ariel Levy (2017), (X) (X) 

—The Shining, Stephen King (1977)

—The Story of My Teeth, Valeria Luiselli (2013)

—The Universe of Us, Lang Leav (2016)

—The Unspeakable: And Other Subjects of Discussion, Meghan Daum (2014)

—The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety, Alan W. Watts (1951)

—The Woman I Wanted to Be, Diane Von Furstenberg (2014)

—Things to Do When You’re Goth in the Country And Other Stories, Chavisa Woods (2017) 

—This is It & Other Essays on Zen & Spiritual Experience, Alan W. Watts (1960)

—This Is Where I Leave You, Jonathan Tropper (2003)

—This One Summer, Mariko Tamaki, Jillian Tamaki (2014)

—Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots, Jessica Soffer (2013)

—Touch, Courtney Maum (2017) (X) 

—Under the Banner of Heaven, Jon Krakauer (2003)

—Valley Fever, Katherine Taylor (2015)

—Veronica, Mary Gaitskill (2005)

—Visible Empire, Hannah Pittard (2018)

—Watch Me, Anjelica Huston (2014)

—We Were Liars, E. Lockhart (2014) 

—We Wish You Luck, Caroline Zancan (2020)

—West of Eden: An American Place, Jean Stein (2016)

—What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, Henry Farrell (1960)

—When Watched, Leopoldine Core (2016)

—Where'd You Go, Bernadette, Maria Semple (2012)

—Widow Basquiat: A Love Story, Jennifer Clement (2000)

—Wildflower, Drew Barrymore (2015) 

—Writers & Lovers, Lily King (2020)

—Your Voice In My Head, Emma Forrest (2011)

—200 Women: Who Will Change The Way You See The World, Geoff Blackwell, Ruth Hobday (2017)

—365 Style, Nicky Hilton (2014)

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Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU  Headcanons part 8

Part 7        Part 9

AU concept

MASTERLIST

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

This part will focus on Raven’s, C.A. Cupid’s and Poppy’s twisted Wonderland profile and as well on some headcanons of them with the Pomefiore dorm and the school.

Characters profiles:

Name: Raven Queen

Gender: Female

Age: 15-16

Birthday: November 25

Starsign: Sagittarius

Height: 165 cm

Eye color: purple

Hair color: Dark with purple shades

Homeland: White kingdom

Dorm: Pomefiore

School year: first year

Occupation: Student

Club: Light music club

Best subject: Music

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Salted caramel

Least favorite food: Anything too spicy (ex: hot sauce)

Dislike:  Doing what is “hexpected” of her aka being the new Evil Queen

Talents: Singing and music in general

“Everything is so differents from all what I though I knew, but this school do to me one thing Ever After High never do: it give me the opportunity to make my own destiny!”

In bonus, here’s some illustrations and fan arts of Raven in the AU done by the amazing and talented @zebrabaker​ and @icant-choosename-help​ ! ^^

Raven Queen(made with Dolldivine) by @zebrabaker​ as she is presented in their fanfiction “Choosing Destiny” go read it and their others fanfics as well please their writtings are amazing! ^^

Raven Queen as a Pomefiore student draw by @icant-choosename-help​  you can see this fan art’s post by clicking on this link and please take time to also check their others arts they’re an awesome artist! ^^

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Name: C.A. Cupid

Gender: Female

Age: "old as teenage love"

Birhtday: November 24

Starsign: Sagittarius

Height: 165 cm

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Pink

Homeland: Olympus

Dorm: Pomefiore

School year: First year

Occupation: -Student

                    -Presenter at the school’s radio station

Club: School’s radio station(she’s the founder of that club)

Best subject: Mythology history

Dominant hand: Right

Favorite food: Cupcakes

Least favorite food: Can’t eat some fresh fruits, vegetables or nuts unless they’re baked(Headcanon I made up: she had a pollen-food syndrome that she contract because of her pollen allergy)

Dislike: Not being able to help someone’s love problems

Hobby: Give love related advices to her peers

Talents: love advisor 

“In those troubled times some people’s hearts become troubled as well, with time they will heal and I’ll make sure to help!”

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Name: Poppy O'Hair

Gender: Female

Age: 15-16

Birthday: june 19

Starsign: Gemini

Height: 165 cm

Eye color: Blue-cyan-green

Hair color: Auburn with half dyed purple

Homeland: White kingdom

Dorm: Pomefiore

School year: First year

Occupation: Student

Club: Fashion club( she’s the founder of that club)

Best subject: Art

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Chicken wings

Least favorite food: Liver and onions

Dislike: Being restraint in her creativity

Hobby: Fashion

Talents: Fashionnista

“New school, new horizons and a new page to my story!”

Raven Queen at Pomefiore:

-The first times at Pomefiore and NRC in general were a bit akward for Raven mainly because of the cultural shock.

-Her dormmates were very nice but them over complimenting her was very akward to her so at first she mainly hang out with Epel.

-With Vil at first things were not simple, you see, he was VERY extasic to had the direct descendant of the Beautiful Queen in his dorm so he was often rambling to Raven about how an honor it was to have her in Pomefiore, how great the Beautiful Queen was and how proud she must be to had the Beautiful Queen as her ancestor.

-This make Raven really unconfortable, she don’t know what answer to this all her life her lineage was paint to her as just being evil and now she was ina place where the Evil Queen was see as a hero. Honestly she don’t know how to process all this.

-This and she had some diseagrements with him about his obsession with beauty.

-As for Rook, well, he was nice with a charming but again: over-complimenting a bit annoying and in his case to the umpteenth power as if she suddenly become Apple.

-However she prefer not tell them about her disconfort ‘cause she’s scare to sound rude and offend them so she keep it to herself.

-At one moment, Epel took her aside to talk to her ‘cause he notice for a time that she seemed to be bothered by something.

-After he insisted, Raven finally explain to him what was wrong.

-After she said her piece about everything, Epel, rather shocked about what Raven gone through at her former school, was about to say something when they suddenly facing two shocked Vil and Rook who hear everything.

-Raven was about to say something only to be cut by Vil who say to her with a worried voice something like “You silly potatoe! Why didn’t you tell us a thing?”

-The four then got a long conversation during which they set the record stray:

1)She wasn’t in her former school anymore nobody is going to scold her for being who she want to be.

2)What her former headmaster and her former classmates tried to force her to do was wrong and she was in the right to stood up for herself.

3)She don’t had to be scared to tell what she think.

4)They’re her dormmates and by so if she had a problem or anything which is on her mind she can come see them for help.

5)”And please don’t be a stupid potatoe next time you feel like this and come to us to talk about it! Keeping all those negative emotions to yourself is not healthy at all!”

-Raven was surprised by hown this turned but she was also happy they didn’t reject her.

-After this conversation her relationship with her dormmates get better.

-The others classmates even noticed that Vil was strangely more and more invested into Raven’s well-being.

-Like for exemple, she show big problems of control of her magic? Vil go explain the situation to the headmaster in order for Raven to had tutoring with a experimented student to learn to control her magic.

-Or when some students surprised her singing and Cater even recorded her telling how good her singing is and that she should try the light music club? Vil made Rook fetch Raven(of course in a Rook style and by that I mean “take Raven by surprise and bring her to Vil while holding her like a bride”) and after discussing it with her he encourage her to join the light music club if she want.

-The others students joke that Vil act as a brother version of a mother hen even if Vil deny it. But one thing is clear in the students mind: whatever Vil is deny it or not Raven was now Vil’s honorary little sister.

C.A. Cupid at Pomefiore:

- Although she is still shaken about what happen with Apple at Ever After High, Cupid is intrigued by her new school, curious about the new possibilities to help people’s heart.

-She’s also very happy to see Raven once again and to be in the same dorm than her.

-When she learn that Pomefiore is based on the heavy efforts of the Beautiful Queen she though that that fit her perfectly, ‘cause after all the beauty of the heart is also an amazing thing and she put many great efforts in it.

-She barely get into Pomefiore that she begin to give advices to people who seemed to need it.

-Quickly words about her goes around the school and soon many others students came to see her for an advice.

-Face to all those students wanting her advices Cupid decided to re-create her radio show so like this students from NRC would be able to ask her for advices and got an direct answer.

-After talking about it to the headmaster Crowley and recruting some students she found the Night Raven College’s radio station.

-The radio got different show, Cupid’s is about love advice.

-In a matter of time the new school’s radio become very popular among the students.

Poppy O'Hair at Pomefiore:

-When she entered in the Night Raven College, Poppy was rather wary.

-She an undirect victim of Apple ‘cause she targered Holly accusing the girl to be too beautiful and to knew about the "Snow White” story too much to her taste.

-Because of this Poppy is very worried about Holly’s well-being, even after their transfer,  so when the sisters have been sorted in two different dorms she wasn’t at ease at all.

-Fortunatly Raven reassured her many times to not worry about Holly and that she will be fine at Octavinelle.

-She often go find her sister at lunch time to ensure herself that Holly was okay.

-To vent her stress Poppy begin to draw fashion designs more than usual to keep herself mentally busy.

-One day she looked at all the designs she created, she made so many of them, so many she want to make real.

-Unfortunatly the only way to make it possible would be through a club, but  there’s no fashion club in NRC.

-Then she think “if there’s no fashion club then why not creating one?”

-So with her new objective she gather all informations she need to create her club.

-She prepared all the documentation, found students, mainly from her dorm, who were interested to be members including Lizzie and Ashlynn.

-She then present her project to the teacher who she heard could be a potential teacher councelor for the club: Divus Crewel.

-When the teacher took a look at Poppy’s club project he become interested and told her he will present the project to the headmaster and will accept to be the councelor of this club if it approved.

-Some times later an hyperactive Divus Crewel burst in headmaster Crowley’s office while screaming “DIRE YOU NEED TO APPROVE FOR THE CREATION OF THIS CLUB RIGHT NOW!”

-And so the fashion club was officialy created

-The club took comissions from others students which with the money allow them then to create bigger projects.

-Even though Vil is not a member of the club he often model for them.

-He even post pictures of himself wearing the fashion club’s creations on his MagiCam giving the club a big exposure.

-Soon the fashion club become very popular and the school even turn to the club for making clothes for school events.

-Poppy even get commissions from celebrities.

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A View To A Winchester (Part 17)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count: 5,800    

Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, nightmare, PTSD, smut, R-rated language, all the sex

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Dean had been merciful to her - or mean, depending on how you look at it - and kept his t-shirt and boxer briefs on when they prepped to share his bed. “Should grab you something in case you don’t want to sleep naked.” He offered. “I won’t talk you out of it, though.” Her heart almost exploded when he dug the red plaid flannel out of his closet. He remembered me mentioning that one. She could tell by the smirk on his face when their fingers glided over each other for the exchange.

She’d tugged off the skirt and kept on her panties. Once the shirt was buttoned over her chest she performed that age old magic trick and extracted her bra from the sleeve. He smiled, dipped into what was obviously his preferred side of the bed, and tapped the mattress. A stretched arm readied to cradle her. She curled in, careful not to hit him with a faceful of her hair which she’d normally have in a ponytail to sleep. I’ll give him this tonight, since he likes it down. He was the big spoon in this particular scenario, the other arm draped around her waist, locking her into position. She sighed. Just the right amount of warmth.

Her heart sped at the closeness. Anticipation built, expecting the inevitable exploration of her skin, curves, folds, wetness. She waited, trying to regulate the stilted breath. That’s when it happened.

Dean snored.

His heavy, steady breathing blew near her ear.  

Hero, yes. Superhero? Eh. Still falls asleep pretty quickly after an orgasm. Poor guy. It certainly took a lot out of him. A smile crept over her lips. God, his face was absolute perfection when he came. If a look can trigger ovulation, that did it.

She closed her eyes and took in the scents of the room along with sounds of Dean slumbering. The underlying spice and mix of whatever pheromone Dean gave off sleeping next to her was heady and made it hard to smell much else. Even his sweat is a turn-on. She focused to pick out the other odors layered beneath. Bourbon, leather, something metallic, and maybe gunpowder?

The desk lamp had been left on, forgotten. Her gaze returned to the tiny pictures on top of the simple oak dresser. She wanted to get a better look at his family in the morning. Wanted to ask why he never mentioned his mom. Nothing recent. Old pictures. Old memories. Old heartaches? Maybe she left a long time ago? Died? The thought made her heart ache for the little boy who looked so happy in his mom’s embrace.

She was on edge from having given him head, expecting Dean to finish what they’d started quite soon after. She was slippery and swollen between her legs. Julie always enjoyed that particular act; especially with Steve, who’d been fairly well-endowed himself. But, not as big or pretty as Dean’s. Never thought I’d call a penis pretty.

Dean adjusted, curled up even tighter against her. His dead weight leaned into her. The sounds of his breathing; the promise of him being inside her; they all made it difficult to drift off to sleep. But she did. Eventually.

Julie shifted the car into Park once she found a good spot in the shopping center lot. Ina had pointed out her own car down the row. Her forlorn expression from the passenger seat stared out the windshield. “He’s such a friendly boy. He’ll run to just about anyone willing to show him a lick of affection.”

“Don’t assume the worst. There could be a good samaritan who’s taking great care of him right now.”

Ina sighed. She was such a tiny, slim little thing, even shorter than Julie’s mom. The compact car seat she occupied appeared massive in comparison. “You’re right. And, it hasn’t even been a day yet since he got out of the yard.”

Julie unbuckled her belt. “Where did you say you live again?”

Ina wrapped a few strands of her long and shiny, raven-colored hair behind an ear. Her mocha brown complexion was flawless, ageless. Julie was curious as to how old she actually was. “Um, just down the road in Fairwind.”

“Nice neighborhood. I couldn’t find anything available when I was looking months ago.”

Ina only nodded.

Julie waited, expecting a dump of information. She’d only met this woman three times, but she’d been a flood of words the other two instances. When there was none, Julie cleared her throat. She had a busy day ahead. And a man she was dying to see later. “Well, how about you grab me some flyers so I can drop them off at a few places?”  

“Yep, I’ve got ‘em in the back seat.” Julie nodded, expecting her to exit, retrieve, and bring them back. All of a sudden, Ina burst into tears. Her narrow shoulders dropped forward and hands covered her face. “My Cocoa Bear.”

God, she was taking it really hard. Julie patted her on the shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, Ina. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car. Sooner we get them posted, the sooner you get him back home.”

She sniffled, stared at Julie, and nodded. “Okay.”

The day was sunny, warm and a tad humid. Julie shut her car door and followed Ina to her spot. A good workout would focus the tension and excitement she was battling within her mind. The night before had been restless. All she’d thought about was Dean, his hands, mouth, and that voice encouraging her to let go and whispering filthy promises before Cas showed up.

The chirp as Ina unlocked the car door melted Dean’s green eyes from Julie’s vision. Ina opened the back door and motioned to the seat. “Got a whole box full. Spent most of the morning at the copy store.” She was still sniffling. “Take as many as you want.”  

Julie smiled and leaned in. A strong whiff of incense hit her nose. The back seat was not the tidiest. She drifted back to being in Dean’s immaculate Baby the night before. She lifted the lid off the folder box and grabbed a handful. The black lab’s smiling, panting face stared back from the papers. “Cocoa certainly has a great mom.” The offhand comment left Julie’s lips as she pulled out of the car and turned back to face Ina.

“I’ll be sure to tell him that.” Ina smiled and grabbed Julie’s wrist. The touch was strong and quite unexpected from the petite woman. A flash of blue filled in the black irises of Ina’s eyes. Julie shook her head. Maybe she was more exhausted than she thought. Her mouth opened at the strange henna colored markings emerging, pushing through Ina’s skin. She felt cold. A stinging. Like bees. “Such a help you’ve been, Julie.” Her eyes flashed electric again. “Hm. You’re going to taste so sweet.”

Julie woke, gasping for air in the low light. The arms wrapped tight around her were huge. Her heart pumped. She heard the snort behind her and slowly recognized the space.

Dean.

He stirred and grunted, pulled her closer. “Hm.” It was not a moan of concern. He sounded content.

What the hell was that shit?

“Jules?” His lips were by her ear now. “Okay?” His deep voice scratched out the question.

She nodded into the pillow, feeling his biceps clench under her neck. “Yeah. I’m good. This-this is nice.” She brushed the hairs along his forearm. “I’m... just going to go use the bathroom.”

He pecked at her neck. His head dropped back. “This is nice.” He affirmed in a far away voice. She slithered out from under his embrace and stood by the side of the bed, inspecting his relaxed face. Closed eyes, slightly parted lips. “Coming back?”

“Of course.” She whispered, frowning at the question. “Go back to sleep, Dean.”

“K.” He nudged his nose into the pillow. The sight made her heart ache. He looked peaceful, younger, cares washed away if only for a short while. She wondered how soft and still his cheeks and lips would feel then, not clenched in heated anticipation or want. He floated into his own dreamland. She wondered as she spotted his eyes tracking something under his lids. But she didn’t dare disturb. Something tells me you deserve all the good dreams, Dean Winchester.

Julie tiptoed out of the room, grabbing her phone off the desk before she left, and headed into the bathroom. She clicked on the overhead light, shut the door and sat on the toilet seat. Cool porcelain against the back of her thighs was reminiscent of Ina’s frigid grasp in her dream. Nightmare? Memory? What the hell was that? A shiver started at her shoulders and trickled down her spine. She sat up straight.

One of the way too long sleeves drooped over Julie’s hand. Bringing the fabric up to her nose, she inhaled the embedded Dean scent under the detergent. The inhales and exhales dragged out slow.

Her eyes took in the functional, clean surroundings of his nicely updated bathroom. Modern, smokey grey subway tiles, lined with a lighter grey grout, had been installed with care on the floor. Her toes dug into the cushioned powder blue rug that ran the length of the walk-in shower and ended in front of the throne. Actually a pretty comfy seat.

There were fancy chrome faucets and sprayers behind clear, pristine glass doors. Those doors were a pain to clean at the old house. I was always lazy about that. Got dull and filmy. But, these? Not a water spot to be spotted. Impressive. A veined grey and white marble shower interior looked sleek and expensive. A pedestal sink and rather large mirror resided next to a repurposed bookcase storing rows of plushy grey and white towels, toiletries and male necessities. She made a mental note of the cologne he wore. The robe on the door hook produced a grin. He’d look like Hugh Hefner in that.

I wonder if he did all these updates. If not, he paid someone a decent amount of cash to renovate and make it really nice. Was it in horrible condition when he moved in or is this a really important space for him? File that question away for later.  

The nosey inventorying of Dean’s bathroom had distracted her. She then realized she should probably pee and dropped her panties and situated for the task. Her hands grabbed the forgotten phone lying nearby on the tile. She rifled through messages. There had been a handful from Cat, who’d been checking up on her daily since finding out about the ordeal.

How you holdin’ up? Let me know if you want me to bring Sal and Pep by to run amok in your backyard.

I’m not sure if this is going to help… found something, I think, related to Dean.

Check in with me soon, K?

I think it’s important for you to have all the details.

Ciao Bella.

Her stomach flipped at the one line she read over and over. I’m not sure if this is going to help… found something, I think, related to Dean.

“No.” She whispered. “Shit.” She wanted to remain ignorant. Live in this fantasy space with him for a little longer. Reality was only going to complicate things and make her question everything.

Maybe, though… maybe this is fate intervening.

She groaned.

But, he’s hot and sweet and even makes grumpy sexy. Makes me laugh. Makes me feel safe. What details are going to change all of those inherently authentic things about him?

Maybe it’s something about his family. His mom. Could fit some pieces together.

A low rap on the door shot her head up. “Jules? You okay in there?”

“Y-yeah.” She squeaked out. “Why?”

“Been gone twenty minutes.”

Shit. She frowned, stood, and pulled her panties up. A quick flush and washing of hands followed.

Upon opening the door, a wary smile met her in the dark hallway. Dean leaned into the door frame and inspected her. “Your side of the bed was getting cold.”

She waved her phone, identifying it as the culprit. “Lost track of time.”

“Can’t sleep?” He stepped closer, hesitant. He’s feeling me out. Waiting to see if I’ll hit the panic button. “Do you want me to take you home, sweetheart? Maybe you’ll sleep better. This bed’s not the comfiest.” He sighed. “I miss my memory foam.”

“Do you want me to go home?” she asked.

“God, no.” His still not quite awake features frowned. “I haven’t slept that solid in forever.”

She grinned. “That’s not because of me. That’s because you waited weeks to do what you should have been doing.”

His face lit up at her lightened attitude. “You had a little something to do with it.” He tugged at the hem of his shirt right above Julie’s knees. “Come back to bed, baby.”

Julie swallowed down a moan. Reality can wait until tomorrow. She nodded.

That smile flashed. The one that gave her a front seat to all his pearly whites. He led the way back down the hall. Low light from the open bedroom door split right between his bowlegs. He was a bulk, wholesale package of muscles and strength. She laughed when he spun and flung his body on the bed, making the headboard creak and the mattress bounce. It took some seconds for the motion to subside.

“Are you trying to break it?”

He shrugged and smirked. “Just prepping it for the workout it’s going to get soon.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You really haven’t…”

He shook his head. “No one else’s been in this bed except for me… until now. And, you’ve got me fully believin’ there’s a lot more in store. Italians do do it better. At least this full-blooded Italian sex kitten standing right here in front of me does.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Even with the comical expression on his face, she managed to feel heat rush to her cheeks. “How do you know I’m full…” She shook her head and strolled to the bed, dropping onto the mattress with as much grace as she could muster. A suggestive scoot closer had him do the same. She leaned her head upon an elbow to match his positioning. “You’ve investigated my ancestry, too? What did you do, grab a DNA sample?”

His free hand cupped her jaw. He leaned in and licked her mouth open. “Both parents from Italy. That’s as far as I went. This is as close to banging Sophia Loren in her heyday as I’m gonna get.” Peridot eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Say something in Italian.”

She groaned. “I don’t speak it well. I mean, I’ve listened to my mom and dad speak it a ton growing up. But, it never really stuck up here.” She tapped the side of her forehead. “And, Sophia Loren, really?”

Dean shrugged. “Lots of Sunday afternoons in front of the television growing up. Plus, she was smokin’ hot.” The hand skirted over her neck and shoulder, along the curves and dips of her back to rest on an ass cheek. “Try. For me.” He pushed her body in to meet his, fingers squeezing the globe. “Please.”

She sighed and shut her lids. Electric pulses flowed at the feel of him everywhere they connected. He was tight and rigid. Hot and hard. Her eyes opened, drowning into those beautiful eyes, and then she whispered, “Che cosa vuoi?”

She watched his smile double in size. “What the hell does that mean?” An innocent wonder filled his face, in direct opposition of the clothed erection he rubbed into the slit of her thighs. “And say it again.”

She giggled and moaned at the same time. “It means what do you want? Che cosa vuoi?”

“Che cosa vuoi?” He repeated. The deep throttle in his voice strummed into her core. She bit her lip at how sexy the foreign words, though stilted and choppy, dripped from that luxurious mouth. Dean’s eyes narrowed in focus. A thumb swiped over her bottom lip. “How do you say ‘kiss you’?”

The apples of her cheeks rose. “Ti bacio.”

“Ti bacio.” He repeated that as well, planting a delicate kiss, cradling her jaw. “How about ‘be inside you’?” His brows did a quick double rise.

She moaned, flustered at the request. “I don’t know. Inside is ‘dentro’. I’ll work on my translations for next time.”

Using his bodyweight, Dean collapsed Julie onto her back in a second. Air whooshed out of her lungs. He’d tucked his forearms under her armpits, the crook of his elbows wedging in place. Strong hands emerged alongside and caged her face and forced her back to arch into him.  “Hm.” He licked her mouth. Her jaw dropped open at the way he manipulated and immobilized her head with those meaty fingers. The tongue swirled and dipped in the wetness of her mouth. “Dentro.” He mumbled. His ability to dominate and overpower ignited her skin. Lumberjack thighs parted her comparatively smaller ones. The boxer briefed cock rutted against her damp panties, wiggling into position and only increasing her fluid production.

“Dean…” She whispered.

Lips moved to her neck. His scruff burned like sandpaper against the skin. “Say my name again, sweetheart.” The words poured out hot and impatient.

“Dean.”

Dean groaned. He bit into the flesh along her collar bone. Julie gasped. Then, he sucked and worried at the same spot of skin with pursed lips and the tip of his tongue. All the while sliding his erection into the material along the folds of her pussy. He leaned up and locked eyes with her. Whatever air left in her lungs released at the raw, worn beauty of this man. “Really wanna be inside you, Jules.”

Hands she realized she’d been using to grip onto his back clenched the rippling muscles.

His lips parted, breath even. “Can we? Will you be alright?” He searched her face, she knew, for some hint of hesitance. “If it’s too soon after all of it…”

“Dean…”

His lids closed at hearing his name. “I don’t only mean what's happened recently. I mean, that’s its own bag of crap that no one, especially you, should have ever had to go through.” Eyes opened as he continued to dry hump her in the most amazing way, unhurried yet purposeful. “But, all of it… after Steve…” He sighed, relishing the feel as much as she was. “We could just keep it fun, simple, easy… just like this.”

“Surface level?” Julie questioned, gauging him now.

He smirked. “That’s your guaranteed best experience with me. No muss, no fuss.” In an instant, the carefree gesture washed away. “You want me to be honest with you. There’s a lot, Jules…”

Her lids pressed tight together. “I did say that, didn’t I? Can you be honest with me, then, in this moment, right here and now?”

His arms untangled from his stronghold. She felt the shift of his body, him pull away, leaning into the crook of her side now. Shit, why did I ask him that? “Yes.” The word came out sure, laced with heavy conviction.

Julie took a deep breath and opened her eyes. When his eyes met hers, he didn’t waver, waiting, hovering.

“Any plans on hurting me?” He raised a brow. She shook her head and tried not to laugh. “Besides kinky plans.”

A curl of a smile. “No. Of course not.”

“Are you scared about being honest with me?”

Dean shifted on his elbow, his eyes breaking contact.

That was an answer in and of itself, but Julie tried again. You don’t ask a man like Dean Winchester if he’s scared. “Worried?”

Dean’s finger played with one of her curls. He breathed in, then spoke on the release of air.  “My life was… is, still complicated. Not many people would be able to understand. Or, want to.”

She nodded, took the words time to settle around them. “Why’d you put your life at risk to search for me?”

“Aside from it being in my DNA?” His eyes drifted back and stared at her mouth. “I didn’t want to lose you. I just found you.”

She smiled. A stinging in her eyes threatened to release tears. But she batted them away with quick blinks. “That’s all the honesty I need for tonight, then.” Dean smiled. His eyes were glassy, too, and that made Julie’s heart stop for some seconds. Fingers reached up and stroked his jaw. “Maybe another question.”

Dean’s head dropped in a dramatic fashion. His brows crinkled and his eyes narrowed, accompanied by a hard stare. “One more, sweetheart.” The authoritative tone was back and Julie’s arousal returned.

“Who’s made you feel safe?” She asked, her voice trembling.

His head tilted at the question. A foreign mix of wonder and confusion spread over his face. “What do you mean?”

“Who, in your life, made you feel really safe?” She rephrased.

Dean did that mental rolodex thing she’d come to enjoy witnessing. His eyes darted away and his lips did a slight tuck back into his mouth. Julie’s stomach twisted at how long it took him to find an answer. But, she saw him come up with one. His lips popped back out. The right side of his mouth angled up. When he turned to her he stated, “Baby.”

At first, Julie thought he was calling her another term of endearment. The word finally connected in her brain to the subject matter. “Your car?”

He smiled.

Julie could feel the frown form on her lips. “What about your parents?”

“No, sweetheart.” His smile remained, though it appeared forced. “They tried. I know they did. And, maybe I felt safe before I could really remember what that was... when I was really little.” He shrugged. “Baby’s always been there. Made me feel safe. Made me feel like I had a home. Somewhere I could hide, ride.” Dean collapsed onto the mattress, on his back.

Julie shot up, leaned on an elbow to study his face. The moment was awkward, clumsy now. I’ve fucked it all up.

Dean shook his head and chuckled.

“What?”

“Sweetheart, no one’s ever asked me that before.” His lips tightened. He reached up and grasped the side of her neck. Fingers threaded into her hair, leading her face so he could study her again. “Why would you ask me that?”

Her mouth opened, then closed. “I-”

“Why would you care?” Dean interrupted. No malice in the tone. Only genuine curiosity.

That triggered a response. “Why wouldn’t I? You make me feel safe. I wanted to know a little about the person that made you feel the same way. Figure out how-” she bit her lip and tore away from his eyes.

“What?” He prodded, tilting his head on the mattress to catch her expression under the waves of cascading hair.

She struggled with the words. “Figure out how I can make you feel safe.”

His brows knit together.

“When I left this bed earlier, you asked me if I was coming back.”

That distant, unsure look flooded his face again. “That didn’t mean anything.”

She smiled. And pushed. “I’ll always come back, Dean. If that’s what you want, what will make you feel safe. You deserve that, same as everyone else.”

His green eyes widened.

Her whole body was on fire, staring back at him. It wasn’t arousal or want. She felt exposed, emotions laid out to be either scooped up or tossed away. It had not been in any way how she expected this night to turn. But, now, in the moment, it felt necessary, needed. “I’m sorry.”

Dean’s face hardened. His mouth opened a fraction. That tongue swiped the back of his bottom row of white teeth. “We done with the questions?” The hold on her neck released.

She sat up straight and tucked some hair behind an ear. Confusion flooded her brain. “Yeah.” He hopped off the bed and wandered around the mattress to his dresser. All she could stare at was the back of him, which in any other circumstance would be quite pleasant. But she wanted to garner something, anything from his expression.

A loud sigh left his mouth. “You really are something.” His head shook. The profile presented itself as he bent at the knees to rifle through his record collection. “I don’t get anything out of you for weeks and then you hit me like a ton of bricks with everything in less than a day.” Dean didn’t look over, kept his eyes on the albums. His jaw clenched when he found something, slid out the sleeve from its confines and pulled out a record. A confident twirl of the album between his hands as he rose, the sleeve forgotten on the floor.

The record rested on the turntable. A flip switched. There was crackle and static. The record spun. The speaker waited for the track to play. Dean turned and stared at Julie. He flipped her heart the way he had the album. “I was hoping to make this last. But, you’ve made that impossible now, Jules.” Arms rose over his head. Fingers tugged at the collar and he pulled the t-shirt off in an elegant peel. “I was thinking, maybe, I could hold out for a few songs. But, it’s probably only gonna be one. And, if it’s only gonna be one...” He pointed at the flannel she wore. “Take off my shirt.”

“What?”

His right eyebrow cocked. “You said you were done with questions.”

Her mouth dried up.

Finally, a smile returned. “And, don’t say you’re sorry to me. Not again.” He shook his head. “Not ever.” A stride filled with that Dean confidence made its way to the nightstand. Two fingers pulled open the drawer. He bent down and rummaged. The tap of a foil package hit the table’s surface. A knee closed the drawer.

Julie knew this was coming tonight. Had been hoping, praying even, that nothing else would prevent this from happening. The nerves, the fright, the reality of it had made her hesitate with a pool of muddy, emotional thoughts instead of pure passion and action. Then, when she thought she had fucked it all up, with the words and the estrogen induced interrogation, this complication of a beautiful man had gotten the train back on track. But even scarier, he now seemed to be all aboard with the idea of making this night mean so much more.

“Come over here, baby.” He patted the mattress in front of his standing figure.

Julie gulped and crawled over the mess of sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. Her head tilted up. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “So very pretty.” She thought he must have been commenting on how he looked, perfection in light and shadow. “Take it off.” The command was soft.    

Her hands found the buttons and did not spare any time to strip herself of the shirt.

His smile widened along with his eyes. “Eager, too, huh?”

She smiled.

“Good. I won’t feel so bad when this is over in minutes.” He tore the foil package open and put it back on the table. His fingertips delved into the hair at the top of her head, combed down through to end at the swell of her left breast. He pressed his warm palm right over her heart. “You know how you hear a song and you connect it to a specific memory?”

She nodded.

Dean licked his lips and catalogued every inch of her breasts with a stare that melted her insides. “I have lots of memories with this one song. All good, maybe even great. Someone might even say this song makes me feel safe.”

Julie swallowed.

“Wanna make me feel safe, sweetheart?” He grinned.

“Yes, Dean.” She didn’t hesitate in her response.

“Alright, then.” Dean broke eye contact and walked back to the record player. He cocked his head and smiled at Julie. “We’re gonna work on our night moves, baby.”

Dean could have said they were going to work on their taxes and Julie knew it would sound just as fucking sexy.

He dropped the needle in place and made a beeline toward her. A guitar strummed and filled the room. He dipped down, caught her lips with his open mouth. His arms wrapped her up, laid her down on the bed. Once again, the weight of him pressed against her side. She moaned when he rose up to his knees on the mattress, disconnecting. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down past her hips. She brought her own knees up to assist. His lips mouthed to the lyrics as he removed the last of her clothing. Her lips tugged up at the show.

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes ***

And points all her own sitting way up high

He tossed the panties to the floor and ran his hands up the length of her body, stopping to massage her breasts and give her nipples a slight twist. He mouthed the next line.

Way up firm and high

Julie giggled. He flopped down on his back, flesh of their arms rubbing, and without pomp or circumstance, pulled off his boxer briefs, singing along this time.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

He fell silent now. Turned to stare at Julie. He held the open condom wrapper between two fingers and raised his brows again. She nodded. A low growl bubbled up from his throat. Her eyes dipped down to watch him work his cock. She knew it wouldn’t take long. She wanted to speak, say something. Every other time he’d wanted to hear her voice. But this time is different.

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin' our share

He rolled the condom over his erection. His body rolled between her waiting thighs. The dominance and power was gone from the way he hovered. He kissed her lips, slow and easy. His fingers slipped into her wetness. He moaned into her mouth and lubed up his sheathed erection with her want. Every cell sparked under her skin. The tip of him poking with insistence at her entrance.

Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin' on our night moves

And it was summertime

Sweet summertime summertime

All of the instruments stopped for a second, then resumed their rhythm. Dean searched Julie’s face again. It was all there in those apple green eyes. The request, the need, the want. He wanted to speak, too, she could sense it. But this time is different. He pushed inside her, slow and easy, letting her accept, adjust, and respond to him as Mr. Seger sang.

And oh the wonder

We felt the lightning

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

He didn’t ask if she was ready. He didn’t need to. Because this time is different.

He pulled back, eased inside again. His forearms held his body up for part of the sway. But when he tunnelled back, nice and slow at first, the delicious friction of his chest ran along her hard nipples. This wasn’t going to take long. Because this time is different. His pace increased, breath fumed out of his nose, jaw clenched every time he bottomed into her fully.

Dean’s rhythm was quick and steady now, firm and prodding, as the song did the exact opposite and slowed in its reminiscence. Heat rose in her core. He grabbed one of her legs, propped it up to hook onto his hip. His eyes never left hers through any of it. He found that spot deep inside. And worked. Hard. She gasped at how he lit her up from within. Grabbed his shoulders and held on. While he worked.

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off I sat and wondered

Started humming a song from 1962

She wrapped her calf tight, draped it over the curve of his tight ass muscles. He was using all of himself, drilling into her now. The sound of wood creaking, mattress springs straining. Moans toppled and stacked atop each other.

Ain't it funny how the night moves

When you just don't seem to have as much to lose

Strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in

The music stopped again. Dean stilled, froze. His forehead leaned against hers. “Baby?” He whispered.

“Yes, Dean.”

“You feel so safe.”

He pulled back and she got lost in his eyes. Her heart lodged up into her throat. He nodded with a smile and exhaled, sharp and low, as the guitar started up again. His fingers snuck between their bodies, strummed her clit. And he worked. All of him. With her. This is different.

She studied every movement of his face. The vertical line that formed between his brow, deep in concentration. The little craters that appeared above either side of his top lip, embedding into laugh lines, when he quirked up his mouth. The flare of his nostrils. The look she tried to define in his crystal green eyes boring into her, shining like glass. He brought her to release and rode the wave. His moans enveloped hers. She clenched her walls, tightening around him.

The end of the song was near and so was Dean. His mouth opened, he struggled out a strangled groan, body rigid in her embrace. And he came. Hard. His body shivered. He grinned, kissed her lips, and rolled them both to their sides. Still. Connected. This is different.

The song ended. Quiet for a few moments before the next track began. Dean swiped at her cheek. Julie felt the wetness under the pad of his thumb. She was crying. Oh, no.

Dean smiled. Pulled her in close and held her. He kissed her forehead. She forced away the tears, slowed her breathing. “Tell me those are good tears, sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear.

She nodded along the scruff of his jaw.

Kisses dabbed at her damp cheeks. “Good. Because we just made one hell of an awesome memory.”

She smiled. He kissed the apple of her cheek.

He moaned, pulled out of her, then stood up. Naked and glorious. He rolled off the condom as he spoke and tied it up. “Gotta use the bathroom. Coming back.” He wandered to the doorway, then turned back to look at her with a wide grin. “Always coming back.”

*** Lyrics from Night Moves by Bob Seger

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Part 18

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There are not enough words that I could truly say to express my love for all of you and this wonderful family we have created. I know that Appreciation Week is technically over, but I just adore you all so much and had to tell you how I felt in a big post. Coming back to the RP world and finding all of you has been the greatest blessing ever. I love you all. 

Muns are listed alphabetically! Special shoutout to Alice for the graphic and inspo!

Alice: MY SWEET ANGEL CUPCAKE. You are the sweetest human being I have ever met and we do not deserve you. Thank you for loving everyone so well and for making everyone feel welcome and included. You are a stellar human being and I absolutely adore you. @ariagrans

Ally: I always love our convos, IC and OOC. I hope you know that you can always come to me with anything. You are so sweet and I’ve loved all of the interactions our characters have had. You’re incredibly hardworking and I really admire you. @hqmaia

Becca(EST): Sweet friend, you are such an amazing human and writer. Coming to this RP and becoming your friend has been the greatest blessing. You care so much about each of your characters and you are always so true to them. It amazes me how well you can grasp the essence of a muse. I love you with my whole heart. Thanks for all of the wonderful conversations and for all of the help and advice you give. You are amazing. Thank you for being you. @liliisms

Becca(GMT): Honestly, are you the real Taylor Swift? Because sometimes it feels like you are. Becca, I love you. You are so sweet. Thank you for fangirling over Taylor with me and for always getting excited about my characters achievements and things going on in their lives. You’re amazing. Keep being you! @teylcrswift

Beth: I love you and all of your silly boys. You’re a gem and a constant in this RP and I am so thankful for all of the attention you give to your characters and everyone else. You and Minnie are constantly causing me pain with Jaoirse but IT’S FINE. I still love you, I guess, bahahah. @jocklowden

Charlie: You’re my favorite person ever. I don’t even remember when we started talking but it was probably the best day of my life because it gave me such a sweet friend like you. Thank you for trusting me with Charles, I love getting to write him with Mads. All of your characters are so sweet and that’s just a reflection of you. Thank you for all caps convos and all of the fun chats. You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. I love you. @madelame-x 

Faith: I’m so glad we bonded over a love of musical theater. You are an amazing human and Aaron is a comedic genius. I adore you and I hope to write more with you in the future! So glad you’re 1/2 of the greatest slow burn ever created. Olsveit is OTP. @aarcntveit

Ina: MY SWEET INA. You are an absolute gem. This new friendship blooming between Nat and Halston is my favorite thing. You have always been so kind and welcoming and I appreciate you more than you could ever know. Thank you for being such a wonderful human. I’m so excited to watch has GMax takes on this new adventure. You’re a fantastic writer and an amazing friend. I love you so much. @itsgenevievegnt

Jaq: LOML. Are you Jaq or are you actually Cami? Sometimes I don’t even know. You are the sweetest person, thank you for putting up with all of my messages and for being the Cami to my Charles. I love writing with you and all of the friendships our characters have formed. I wish you weren’t so far away because if I could take you to see Jeremy Jordan in Waitress with me this weekend, I would. I love you with my whole heart. Thank you for being you. @hqcami

Katie: Absolute angel. You are so sweet and kind and wonderful. I love the way you write Dianna and I love seeing you on the dash. You are amazing and I’m so thankful to know you. We don’t talk much OOC which should change, but the friendship we’ve formed through Dianna and Haley is one of my favorite. Love you. @diannahq

Kay: Thank you for making my sweet Samantha’s Dove so happy. You are such a sweet human and I love seeing you on the dash. We should talk more OOC and we should get Sof/Luke talking more too. Thank you for you. @hwl-hemmo

KJ: Hello wonderful human. You’re another one where I’m constantly asking myself “is this KJ Apa I’m speaking to or?” ha. I love you so much and I’m so thankful for your presence on the dash. I’ll never forget you apologizing for Nessa coming at Sof after all of that drama, you’re the sweetest. I love writing with you and I especially love our KJ/Charles bromance and this hilarious friendship we’ve created with KJ/Halston. You’re an amazing human and I consider myself lucky to know you. Keep being you! @kjapayo

Lara: HI BEST FRIEND. I adore you and all that you are. We had an instant connection via Sof/Jordan that I will always be thankful for. Thank you for sending me shows to watch (I promise I’ll watch more of The Society soon, oops) and for making me that Sweet Pea/Ava video (my favorite thing ever) and for sending me pics of Jordan that make me go all heart eyes. I love you and I could say a million things about you but I don’t want to make this too long. Just please know that I adore you and you’re one of my very best friends and I’m so thankful to have met you. @jordnconnor

Laura: You’re the sweetest little angel. You inspire me with your ability to keep up with four characters. You give each one attention and put so much thought into your responses and the way that you play them. I absolutely adore you and all that you are. Thank you for being so sweet. I love every interaction our characters have. You’re the best! @tmhclland 

Maree: You are an absolute queen. I’ve never RP’d with someone playing Gaga, but you are truly so amazing. You bring her to life in such a way that makes me love her even more. You are so sweet and I have loved getting to interact with you here. Looking forward to more! @stefgaga

Minnie: You are an absolute gem of a human and I love you very much. You’re always around and always a constant on the dash and it makes me smile. I love your characters and hope to interact with them more. They are people that I never really knew much about before coming here and I’m so thankful to you for introducing them to me. I love watching you and Beth interact as Saoire and Jack even when you mess with my emotions. @irishxseahorse

Nikki: QUEEN. Thank you for bringing two of the cutest boys to our dash. Harry is an absolute angel and you play him exactly how I would picture him to be in real life. I also adore your Joe. Thank you for being such a sweetheart. I love you so much. @hcurly

Raven: Your Zendaya is so precious, just as precious as you! Thank you for being down for just about anything and for being so nice. I can’t wait to write more with you in the future! @dayaxxcole

Rose(PST): The Brett to my Haley. Thank you for giving me the sweetest ship known to man. I love you with my whole heart and I feel so lucky to be your Haley. You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. Thanks for making me laugh and for ranting about JTV with me. I love you like Haley loves Brett. You are the most special human. @brettdicr

Rose(GMT): The Cole to my Haley. My partner in crime. I absolutely adore you and the way that you have brought Cole to life here. Thank you for keeping me updated with FFA press and for being down for just about anything. You are always there to reply to a starter or get something started between any characters. You are so sweet and kind and wonderful and I love playing out this great Haley/Cole friendship with you. Thank you for everything. @hqcolem

Sadie: You are an absolute legend. Honestly, when I think of this RP I immediately think of Lizzie. Thank you for being 1/2 of the greatest slow burn ever. You have created Lizzie with so many dimensions and layers and I absolutely adore her. You also introduced me to Sorry For Your Loss which is an incredible series. I loved writing Troizzie with you when I played Troian. Thank you for being you. @ohlizzo

Sam: I love you! You are a wonderful human. Thank you for ranting about JTV with me and for being the sweetest ever. I love writing with your Grant. He’s an actual prince and I love writing with you. The friendship between him and Haley is one of my favorites. You are one of the sweetest people ever and I’m glad to know you. @theflashgrant

Samantha: THE DOVE TO MY SOFIA AND THE AJ TO MY HALEY. I absolutely adore you and everything that you are. Thank you for being so sweet and for fangirling over Descendants with me. You’re one of the greatest people I know and I absolutely adore you. Thank you for all that you are. I love you and all of your sweet characters. @dcvescameron

Sarah(GMT): Hey lovely! We don’t interact much and that needs to change! I love seeing Meryl on the dash! Thank you for gracing us with her presence. You are amazing! @xitsmerylstreepx

Sarah(EST): Hi cutie. I love you and your Bella so so so much. What we started with Sof and Bella during AU week was so fun. Thanks for loving my girl so much. You’re a wonderful human and I feel so blessed to know you. Keep being you and keep blessing us with the beauty that is Bella Hadid. I love you so much, sweet girl. @b-hxdid

Vic: YOU’RE BACK. I absolutely adore you and have loved every character you have blessed us with here. So happy to see you on my dash again babe. I love you and can’t wait to start interacting with your girl! @millvclarke

And finally, to Katie, Dee, and Rachel - welcome to the family! I can’t wait to start connecting with your ladies and to become the best of friends! So glad you are here! @acycias @briannelarsonx @lizseilligs

#( emily speaks. ) #hwlappreciation2019

[itscriselia-blog]

Rules: tag 9 people you'd like to know better

I was tagged by @julish-17 thank you for it 💞💞💞

top 10 songs/pieces I can't stop listening to:

grandson - Blood Water

Dynoro x Ina Wroldsen - Obsessed

Halsey - Nightmare

Nico Collins - On accident

Girl in red - girls

Hayley Kiyoko - Feelings

Allie X Downtown

Frank Ocean - Chanel

Lorde - 400 Lux

ABBA - Voulez-Vous

Favorite colors: purple I think? And blue/red bc I only wear those colors (with black and white mostly)

Favorite ships: huh at the moment? Crowley/ Aziraphale (good omens); Adam/Ronan (The raven cycle,,, they are an ultimate favourite); Neil/Andrew ( All for the game series); Cris/Joana (skam espana) etcetc these are from top of my head

Lipstick or chapstick : I don't really use them. I own only one matt lipstick that I use time to time, and in the winter sometimes chapstick. Not really a fan of having things on my lips

Last movie: I'm not really a movies type of person but at the last day of school we watched birdbox,,, and I didn't like it shdjdjkdk I'm interested in watching booksmart tho (thanks for the rec @whatcanisayimgay !!)

currently reading: Dance, dance, dance by Murakami Haruki !! I'm so glad I could start this book, I didn't have time while school lastes but I really missed Murakami's books and atmosphere! If the library will have it then I'll start the precy jackson series too

I tag: @dreamy-slytherin , @davenziv , @its-going-les-bien , @whatcanisayimgay , @schreibnersfriday , @lauraschreibners , @fondestphan , @lallemantskam , @davenziohno

#tag game

[akirayorak]

Rivals

Ship: James/Keith/OFC

—

Lance couldn’t have known what his words were going to cause after he said them. In his defense, Keith hardly ever opened up.

Yet it still came as a surprise to him and the other paladins to see how hard Keith flinched when Lance called him his rival. Not to mention the way James Griffin’s jaw seemed to drop before his features blank out so familiar to—

James stormed out of the room before anything else could be said. Keith moved to follow, but he was quickly pinned to the wall by Indirah (she had the second highest grades in their class after Keith was expelled and everyone had been convinced, she had a crush on Keith and James)

The Paladins stared in silence. They had seen Keith face down all sort of enemies with a straight face. They’ve seen him face down Zarkon without blinking an eye. And yet, he looked absolutely scared for his life as someone half a foot shorter than him sneered at him.

“What the hell does he mean by that, Kogane?”

Lance swore he heard Keith whimper.

The raven-haired paladin quickly shook his head. The other MFEs were standing behind Indirah looking like an intimidating group of thugs. “It’s not what you think!”

Her grip seemed to tighten on his armor. She didn’t even seem to flinch as Hunk tried to separate the two.

“Oh, really? Tell me what it is that I think then!”

Keith shook his head rapidly, “Lance and I aren’t rivals. I wouldn’t do that to him. I wouldn’t do that to James.”

Lance spluttered indignantly. “Hey! What! We had a bonding moment.”

If anything, his words seemed to spark an even deeper anger in her. Lance swore he heard her growl as she pressed Keith further into the wall. For such a small size, she had a lot of mass. She wasn’t even budging no matter how hard Hunk seemed to push her away.

The words coming out of her mouth were near a hiss, “A bonding moment? Do tell what this moment entailed.”

“Don’t answer that Lance,” Keith immediately shot out. Indirah seemed to glow red with hatred. “Please, Indirah. Let me see him.”

“I’m not letting you anywhere near him, you cheating scumbag,” she yelled out. Her glare turned poisonous.

And the room just goes silent.

Hunk blinks, “I’m sorry. Did you just say cheating?”

And Allura, sweet Allura, “And who is this him that you’re keeping him from?”

Indirah looks at them blankly for a second before she’s tenses up in rage again, “Excuse me! You’ve been in space for five years and you didn’t tell anyone about your relationship with him! What you were just going to keep a secret while you rolled around the sheets with Lance?”

“WHAT!” Lance and the others screech. All eyes turn to Keith who’s looking so uncomfortable and as if he wanted to flee but was scared of the very angry female in front of him.

“Hold on,” Pidge declares. Her hands are crossed in an X formation and she’s looking between everyone still in the room. “Clearly there is some misunderstanding going on here.”

Indirah looks up her up and down. Like she’s trying to size her up. The auburn-haired female doesn’t even seem to care that they were the Paladins of Voltron. Heroes across the galaxy, etc. etc. “I’m not seeing it. Keith is a lying and cheating asshole and McClain is a homewrecker.”

Keith seemed to explode as he finally pushed her away. She stumbled back just a little before she steadied herself and glared at him. “I don’t have time for this! Lance and I aren’t together!”

He ran off before anything else could be said. Indirah was about to storm after him but Hunk blocked her way. Lance chuckled awkwardly, “So are you going to tell us what that was about? Cause Keith isn’t lying. We are not together.”

Indirah and the others paused before they all turned to look at him. “Then why were you calling him your rival,” the one he thinks is Nadia questions.

“Because he is,” he asks unsure. He yelps and leaps behind Allura as Indirah begins to walk over towards him.

“So, you are a homewrecker,” Indirah snarls. She’s pulling up the sleeves to her uniform looking like a deadly warrior.

“NO!”

The blonde one, Ina something, “I believe I understand what is going on here.”

“Well can you explain it to us,” Pidge demanded. Ina didn’t even blink. “James and Keith are rivals, but they are also dating. Being ‘rivals’ is their code word for boyfriend and ‘bonding moments’ were just them either going on dates or having sex.”

Indirah glared harder.

Lance just stares.

One because he cannot believe that’s he’s been calling Keith his boyfriend for all this time. It makes the way Keith reacted in confusion and disgust and anger so much more understanding. [And how Keith forgot him being his “suppose” rival when they weren’t rivals to begin with]

Two he can’t believe Keith no one understands my pain, or my glowing purple sword has a boyfriend. A hot one at that because James was cute when they were younger and now, he’s gorgeous. Not as good looking as himself though.

Oh, be still his bi heart.

“No, no. We were rivals, but without the relationship. We competed. There was no dating. No homewrecking. The bonding moment was Keith holding me after I nearly died and all that. No dates.”

Indirah stares at him for another moment and its startling to watch how all the other MFEs defer to her. She roams her eyes over the rest of them before she scoffs lightly.

“Fine. Whatever,” the dark-haired one, Kinkade, pushes her shoulder lightly. She pouts stubbornly. “I apologize for threatening you.”

She turns to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To make sure my boyfriends haven’t killed each other.”

Epic silence.

--

“So, it was all a misunderstanding?”

“Ahh... yes…”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve... mm... listened…”

#galra keith #keith (voltron) #james (voltron) #vld james #james griffin #jaith #lions of voltron #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #allura of altea #ina leifsdottir #nadia rizavi #ryan kinkade

[kwaj115]

Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 2

Summary: A simple question that makes Raven crack under pressure. 

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, swearing, maybe a sprinkle of fluff, hurt Raven, angsty flashback

Tags: @kulaykape @ikingsley @domakir @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @loyalshrimp @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer

Author’s Notes: It mentions some of Raven’s flashbacks and negative thoughts. If you are uncomfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something-) It mentions some characters from previous fics. For the ones who do read it, I hope you enjoy it. It has not been proofread, although, feedback is appreciated if you message me in private. I will edit it later. This series may be discontinued.

“Lillian?”

“How dare you walk away, why did you leave? How can you say you were bored?!”

Raven looks around and lets Lillian in to avoid waking up the neighbours. 

“Come in.”

She sensed Lillian’s reluctance.

“Please.”

Raven sat Lillian down and offered some tea but decided to make it herself after her glare.

“What changed in you to say you were bored?”

Raven sighed. 

“I lied.”

******A few months back******

“Ina, why can’t I come along?”

The older woman gave an amused look as Raven followed her around while she was packing her bag with a pout and her arms crossed.

“It’s only a week.”

“A week without you, Ina.”

Ina sighs and settles on the bed, she pats the space next to her so Raven can sit. 

“Rae, we can video call and text, we’ll be fine.”

*****

Raven sulked to the airport, following Ina. 

“Raven, I promise I will call when I land.”

Placing a kiss on Raven’s forehead, she held her. Raven took her time taking in Ina’s scent before letting her go and walking to the gate. She waved until Ina disappeared into the crowd before trudging her way home. 

*****

Continuing with her usual daily routine, without Ina, she texted her. 

Queen of my Heart

Ina: What are we having for dinner?

Raven: I can cook ;)

Raven: And clean

Ina: 👀

Today at 7:48 PM

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Delivered 7:49 PM

Waiting for her reply, minutes turned into hours. She fell into a slumber, letting go. A vibration filled the room from the device, light blaring from the screen. 

Queen of my Heart

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Read 10:30 PM

Ina: I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon, Rae..

It was difficult for Raven to get up in the morning. Upon seeing Ina’s message, she felt at ease. She decided to visit Rudra and spend time at the gym so she doesn’t feel alone. 

“Hey, Rud!”

“Raven! You’re here today, any problem?”

“Ina’s out on a work trip so I thought I can check up on you.”

“Jesse is in the office too, I just need to step out right now.”

The woman went to check up on her cousin, excited to spend time with her after they hadn’t had much time together. 

“JESSE! OH MY GOD, I MISSED YOU! You doctors are so hard to catch for bonding time.”

“Well, Lillian and I have been spending quite a bit of time soooo”

“Ahhh, I see. I see heart eyes”, Raven smirked. 

Jesse rolls her eyes and they began sorting out the office. Raven decided to fill the air with some casual talk to avoid the silence she already has at home.

“Where’s Ina? Aren’t you supposed to be clinging to her legs like the big baby koala you are?”

“I do not!-”

But Jesse silenced her with a single look. 

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am-”

“Exactly.”

“So Jesse, I have a question. If you don’t mind?”

Jesse nods before giving Raven a curious look.

“How do you manage to have a strong relationship when you and Lillian spend much time apart? I’m surprised Charlotte is holding on considering how her mom is away from home often.”

Jesse puts away binders before she gives her full attention to Raven.

“Why do you ask?”

Raven shrugged and mumbled.

“Because why not, I’m just curious.”

Silence blanketed the room as Jesse observed Raven busying herself with papers. 

“It’s communication and being vulnerable with each other. You inform the other person of how you’re feeling like they’re your diary.”

Raven thought for a moment before turning to the older woman. Giving a nod, they both continued to work in silence before Raven returned home. 

“Ina, who is this?”

“Oh, it’s just a friend from the group. We’re meeting up for a reunion after a long time of not seeing each other.”

Ina kept on moving around. 

“I’m glad you’re going out.”

“Thank you, Rae. I’ll be back.”

With Ina leaving, Raven can’t help but feel left out. Yet, she was still cheerful. As the night went on, she received pictures of them together with the last one of her friend giving her a peck on her cheek. Raven couldn’t help but feel hurt and jealous. She felt jealous of them being close in that way but hurt that they could be together since they are closer in age and established in their career paths. 

Later that night, Raven tossed and turned. Unable to sleep with her racing thoughts. She read the time as 2:00 am and concerned for Ina, she decided to read her messages again. 

Queen of my Heart

Ina: What are we having for dinner?

Raven: I can cook ;)

Raven: And clean

Ina: 👀

Yesterday at 7:48 PM

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Delivered 7:49 PM

Yesterday at 11:07 PM

Ina: *sent 21 attachments*

Raven: Baby?

You okay?

How long will you be until you come back?

Delivered 11:52 PM

She waited for a response, even an accidental message, but there was nothing. She decided to wait it out only for her to knock out before she received a message.

Today at 2:48 AM

Ina: heyy babbyy, im just gonna crasshh at my friends placee, sleeep welll

Delivered 2:48 AM

Raven woke up and the first thing she checked was her messages. She read Ina’s text which resulted in a little pinch to her heart. She wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or if she should be glad that she had a trustable place to stay while drunk. Before she could begin her morning routine, there was a knock at the door. 

#playchoices #ina kingsley #queen b #ina x mc #professor ina kingsley #professor kingsley #queen b ina #ina kingsley x mc #ina x raven #raven wardin

[componentplanet]

TriEye’s Infrared Camera Helps Autonomous Cars See Through Haze

The Israeli startup TriEye believes it can move cars closer to self-driving with a short-wave infrared, or SWIR, camera as part of the car’s arsenal of sensors. A SWIR camera can see better than traditional optical cameras when there’s rain, fog, dust, or smoke.

TriEye’s breakthrough isn’t the invention of SWIR technology cameras – they exist today – but in reducing the potential cost by “1,000x,” according to the company. TriEye says lower-resolution SWIR cameras can cost $20,000, so that means TriEye believes a camera, or at least its sensor, can be sold for $20. (Our estimate.) That’s in line with the sub-$100 cost of radar and fixed (not rotating) lidar modules. TriEye says it will have working cameras, called Raven, ready to sample this year.

TriEye exploded parts diagram. TriEye uses a CMOS sensor rather than InGaAs.

The company was formed in 2017 by researchers at Hebrew University. Short-wave infrared technologies already have some traction in high-value, often defense-related applications using InGaAs, or indium gallium arsenide. That’s an alloy made from indium arsenide (InAs), gallium arsenide (GaAs), indium phosphide (InP), and gallium phosphide (GaP). But it’s expensive. It’s hard to make a mass-market self-driving or assisted car if the tiny camera in your windshield costs as much as a Corolla.

Close-up of prototype TriEye Raven camera. Note inscription on the coin

SWIR cameras work in the wavelength spectrum of 1.0-1.9um (micrometers) where traditional optical cameras operate at 0.4-0.75um. TriEye says its big advance, the one making short-wave infrared commercially viable, is the adaptation of the SWIR technology to use CMOS – complementary metal-oxide semiconductor – technology that is far cheaper.

The TriEye Raven camera would initially be offered with 1280 x 960 resolution, have a field of view of 17 x 12 degrees or 46 x 34 degrees in a 4:3 aspect ratio, and a frame rate of 30fps. Including the lens, the camera measures 3 x 3 x 2.5 cm, or 1.2 x 1.2 x 1.0 inches.

TriEye will target both autonomous cars and today’s cars with advanced driver-assistance systems, or ADAS, technology: adaptive cruise control, lane centering assist, and blind-spot detection. On cars coming out in the next few years, a TriEye camera would be better able to make out pavement markers to keep the car centered in its lane – a requirement of Level 2 and higher autonomy – as well as make out people and animals in or near the roadway. TriEye says its sensor also improves low-light image sensing.

TriEye says radar and lidar, even working together, have issues detecting and identifying objects on the road in murky visibility conditions, while the TriEye SWIR CMOS can see objects in bad visibility situations. How much and how well will await real-world testing.

TriEye is not alone in seeking new tools for autonomous driving. For establishing a car’s exact location on the roadway, the MIT-spinoff WaveSense proposes using ground-penetrating radar to create an exacting map. The soil and rock types, cavities, and utility pipes create a unique image that can locate the car to within a few inches. WaveSense would require initial mapping (and update mapping); cars would carry the map data and have their own downward-facing radars. WaveSense tech would need to work with other technologies to identify other cars, blocked lanes, and pedestrians and animals.

TriEye has raised more than $22 million in funding, not much by Amazon-Apple-Microsoft standards, but enough to develop prototypes to show automakers and suppliers this year. The big win was a large investment in August 2019 by Porsche Investment, both for the money and for the name of the world’s best-known sports car company. Intel Capital provided initial funding; Grove Ventures and Israeli businessman Marius Nacht also were early investors. Porsche’s investment doesn’t mean the camera would be restricted to Porsches.

Now read:

Cadillac Super Cruise Adds Auto Lane Change

Siri for Self-Drive Cars: Genius or Patenting the Obvious?

5 Lessons from the Death of the Frankfurt Motor Show

from ExtremeTechExtremeTech https://www.extremetech.com/extreme/305200-trieyes-infrared-camera-helps-autonomous-cars-see-through-haze from Blogger http://componentplanet.blogspot.com/2020/01/trieyes-infrared-camera-helps.html

#TriEye’s Infrared Camera Helps Autonomous Cars See Through Haze

[nemesisbinxartifactseries]

Artifact Series I

Ian Curtis's Vox Phantom Special VI Guitar

Ian Fleming's Pistol

Ib Amulet

Ibn al-Baytar's Pendent

Ibn Battuta's Besom

Ibn Muljam's Belt

Ibn Sirin's Hamsa Necklace

Icarus' Chains

Ice Age Fossils

Ice Flower *

Ida Lewis’ Boat

Idina Mendzel's Broomstick

ID Sniper Rifle

Ignacy Lukasiewicz's Hand Drill

Ignatius of Loyola's Dagger

Ignaty Gryniewietsky's Tattoo Box *

Ignaz Semmelweis' Sink

Ignaz Venetz's Ice-Pick

Igor Sikorsky's Helicopter

Illmarinen's Forge

Ilse Koch's Whip *

Immanuel Kant's Pocket Watch

Immobuilus Sundial

Immovable Reebok Tennis Shoe

Imro Fox's Wand

Ina Coolbrith's Garland of Poppies

Inari's Jewel

Incendiary Pedal Fire Engine *

Indiana Jones' Fedora

Indiana Jones' Whip

Indian Larry’s Toolbox

Infirmary Pin

Ingvar Kamprad's Allen Wrench

Innocuous Daisy

Inquisition Torture Saw *

Insanity-Inducing Elevator

Inscription on the Main Entrance of The Globe Theater

Insecurity-Serving Serving Platter *

Instant Dancer Shoe Lasts *

Instantaneous Meat Mincer

Inuit Water Pouch

Invincibility Raincoat *

iPod

Ira Aten’s Dynamite

Irena Sendlerowa's Dreidel

Irene Frederic's Pearl Necklace

Irene Morgan's Arrest Warrant

Irina Margareta Nistor’s VCR

Iris Chang's Pen

Irish Brand Sound Plate

Irmin Roberts' Camera Lens

Iron

Iron Bars from the UpStairs Lounge

Iron Jacket’s Mail Armor

Iron Maiden from Nuremberg

Irrational Abacus

Irwin Allen’s View Master

Isaac Asimov's Glasses

Issac Babbitt's Smelting Cast

Isaac Newton's Apple

Issac Newton's Cravat *

Isaac Newton's Prism

Issac Parker's Noose *

Issac Watts' Bible

Isaac Woodard’s Uniform

Isabel Lyon’s Whist Marker

Isabelle Eberhardt’s Burnous

Isadora Duncan's Scarf

Isambard Kingdom Brunel's Cigar Box

Ishikawa Goemon's Kunais

Ishikawa Goemon's Tanto

Ishinosuke Uwano’s Passport

Isidore the Laborer’s Plough

Ismail al-Jazari's Spare Part

Israel Bissell's Saddle

Israel Regardie's Censer

Issue Fifteen of Amazing Fantasy

Issue One of Action Comics

Issue One of Batman

Issue One of The Fantastic Four

Issue One of The X-men

Issue Twenty-Seven of Detective Comics

Italian Laughter Bell *

Itch-Inducing Toaster

It’s A Wonderful Life Newel Post

Its Floating Balloons

Ittan-momen

Ivan Pavlov's Bell *

Ivan Pavlov's Laughter Bell

Ivan Milat's Backpack

Ivan the Terrible's Gold Rosary

Ivar the Boneless’ Raven Flag

Ivar Kreuger’s Matchbook

Iwao Takamoto's Original Animation Cel of "Scooby Doo"

Ixtab's Noose

Izanagi’s Comb

Izzy Einstein and Moe Smith's Police Badges

Izzy Einstein's Police Badge

[kwaj115]

Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 3

Summary: An unexpected visitor throws Raven’s life around.

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, swearing, maybe a sprinkle of fluff, hurt Raven

Tags:  @kulaykape @ikingsley @remnantsofthepast-if @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @loyalshrimp @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @luthorsxrojas @darlingnikki-prince

Author’s Notes: It mentions some of Raven’s negative thoughts. If you are uncomfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something-) It mentions some characters from previous fics. For the ones who do read it, I hope you enjoy it. It has not been proofread, although, feedback is appreciated if you message me in private. I will edit it later. This series seems to continue as long as I have ideas for it to end.

Raven woke up and the first thing she checked was her messages. She read Ina’s text which resulted in a little pinch to her heart. She wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or if she should be glad that she had a trustable place to stay while drunk. Before she could begin her morning routine, there was a knock at the door.

She was surprised that Ina would knock but thought nothing of it, maybe her hangover was a lot if she didn’t use her keys. When Raven opened the door, it wasn’t Ina. Another woman was standing opposite, a little taller than Ina but around the same age as her. Blond-haired and blue eyes examine Raven.

“Hi, is Ina here?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

The question of Ina’s whereabouts stirred unexpected feelings of possessiveness. The woman raised an eyebrow before choosing her words.

“Well, I’m Elizabeth. You can call me Liz, I’m Ina’s ex-fiancee. But I heard she was here and I was in the area so I dropped by for a visit.”

“What makes you think she’d want to see her ex?”

Liz lets out a little laugh before walking past Raven into the apartment, she looked around the apartment coming across a photo of Ina and Raven together. 

“Wow, I see we’ve moved onto this quite seriously.”

“Can you leave?”

Liz acknowledged Raven’s request before slowly approaching the doorway. 

“I’ll leave for now. But I’ll let you know, what makes you think Ina would stay with someone like you? Young, you’d get bored easily when Ina is the type of person who’d want to settle down after the adventures we had.”

With that, she walked out. Raven shut the door before slipping onto the couch, replaying Liz’s words. 

Would Ina really leave me?

After an hour, Ina opened the door and spotted Raven. 

“Raven! You’re up, why do you look dull?”

“I missed you so I slept pretty awkwardly last night.”

She welcomed her girlfriend with a kiss, staying silent about the encounter with Liz. 

“Should I get started on breakfast?”

“Oh no! It’s okay, I ate at my friend’s. I’m going to start catching up on missing work.”

“I see.”

In an attempt to spend more time together, she pulled Ina back into a hug.

“Can we go out or stay in and watch a movie tonight?”

“This is new. I mean, we can stay in. I’m too tired to go out and I have to get started on work.”

“I just missed you and wanted to spend time with you.”

Raven let go and Ina gave her a flirty wink before she walked into her home office. The younger woman decided to get started on her day and blow off her steam at the gym.

******

“Raven, we should take a break.”

“I’m fine, Tal.”

“I know but I’m tired, girl.”

Raven harshly unstrapped her boxing gloves and Tal dropped the punching targets.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, lately Ina and I have been distancing but it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. We’d have a nice moment and then life, our differences, would start to creep its way back in. This morning, Liz, Ina’s ex-fiancee, showed up at our apartment today.”

“No way! Why?”

“I don’t know, she wanted to see Ina because she found out she lived there. Told me things that I’d get bored and that Ina would want to settle down.”

“Is that why you’re in a bad mood? Because her ex showed up at your door and started spewing some bullshit?”

“No, I’m scared that maybe there’s truth within those words. What if I can’t separate our relationship from how different we are? I’m starting to work and she already has a career. I want to go out with my girlfriend and do some sightseeing but she wouldn’t want to because one outing is enough for a month. I’m just worried about how we’re going.”

“And you’re not telling her because..?”

“Because I’m fucking scared, Tal. What if I mess it up even more? You know the things that happened in the past. I’ve messed up how I wanted to word my thoughts and feelings which turned it into a bigger mess.”

Tal was unsure of how to respond. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before picking up the targets again.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m sure with time you’ll figure out how to explain the vibe.”

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Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 1

Summary: Raven takes action to avoid her thoughts, not realizing the consequences. 

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, hurt Wardins and Kingsleys

Tags: @kulaykape @ikingsley @domakir @itsoverihavethehighground @barnibumblr @kaitlynliaofanxx @loyalshrimp @livvynka @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @rhonda-sayeed @clarafontaine237 @hallowdiamond @swimmingshowbakerydreamerAuthor’s Notes: I have been so busy but I’ve got some time to write! I rushed it but I hope you like it! I wanted to start writing a different series. Yes, I know. I haven’t finished the other one but I will continue once I get this idea on paper. (This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something-) It’s pretty short for now. It mentions some characters from previous fics. I will most likely edit this in the future or..leave this as a standalone because I love being mean-

“Why, Raven?”

A teary-eyed Ina stood in the doorway, confused and hurt seeing Raven pack up her bags. 

Raven struggles not to comfort or cry and continues packing without looking at her. 

“I think we’re not compatible. I want to look for different people.”

“What happened? What did I do?”

When Raven didn’t respond, Ina grabbed her wrist to bring her face to face but Raven avoided her eyes. 

“You owe me that.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t feel that we’re compatible.”

Ina wasn’t satisfied with her answer as she turns back to packing. 

“We’ve been together for 2 years. What’s with all this? Did I do something?”

Raven didn’t know how to get Ina off of her back, her next words burned into Ina’s heart. 

“I want to live my life, find someone else. I got bored.”

Ina lets go of Raven, taking a step back from her.

“I see. Well, I don’t want to hold you back.”

Ina walked out of the room, slamming the door with frustration causing Raven to flinch.

Raven’s eyes were brimming with tears but she refused to let them fall.

It’s better this way.

********

As time passed, Raven received many phone calls, texts, and harsh voicemails about the way Raven broke up with Ina. Most specifically, an angry Aunty A, furious Jesse, Tal and Callie waiting for answers. She didn’t answer but she didn't ignore it either. She deserved it but thought it was better to distance herself than to hurt others more.  

I can’t miss her, I left her. 

It’s not my place.

********

Ina traced the edges of the Wardin heirloom resting on her neck. 

*Flashback*

She retrieved the jewelry box and brought it back to Ina, letting Ina lean onto her. Raven gestured for Ina to open it causing her to gasp lightly. The silver necklace with a locket that had “Wardin” engraved into it.

“Raven, it’s beautiful…”

“It was passed down in my family, the last one to wear it was my mother. She gave it to me before she passed. She wanted me to give this to the person I love. I haven’t let people in for years and it feels nice that I let you in. I can be myself around you and you make me feel safe. I trust you and I haven’t trusted anyone, but my guardians, since my mother died.”

Ina held back tears when she looked at Raven, who looked back at her with so much love filled in her eyes. She turned her attention to the necklace, gently running her finger across the name.

*End of Flashback*

Lillian steps into the room, sighing as she sees Ina staring at the necklace. She lets out a sob as she spots Lillian through the mirror, letting her be held as she let out the pain from the memory.

“She wants to see other people and she got bored with me.”

Lillian was furious, she never expected that to come from Raven. 

She inquired about Raven’s whereabouts, she ended up at Tal’s place where Raven was temporarily staying. 

“Lillian?”

“How dare you walk away, why did you leave? How can you say you were bored?!”

Raven looks around and lets Lillian in to avoid waking up the neighbours. 

“Come in.”

She sensed Lillian’s reluctance.

“Please.”

Raven sat Lillian down and offered some tea but decided to make it for herself after her glare.

“What changed in you to say you were bored?”

Raven sighed. 

“I lied.”

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