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saintslewis · 11 months

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❝ it’s the soul that needs a surgery ❞

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!fem reader

summary: you’ve never felt a shared pain worse than what Abu Dhabi have given you and Lewis.

warnings: this entire drabble is based on AD21, cuss words, lots of crying, mean words said by mean people, slight…everything atp.

saint’s notes: feeling a bit sad after watching a Lewis edit where he still smiles even after AD21 and still stays positive and that just breaks my heart so i’ve decided to break yours 🫵🏽

taglist: @thisismeracing (thank you love), @flowerchild-96 (for your kindness)

The heat in Jeddah was unbearable and everyone seemed to be affected by it but chose to continue with whatever they were busy. As media followed you to the buzzing Mercedes garage, you took out your phone to inform your husband that you’ve arrived and will be waiting for him with Angela.

Your confidence had reached an all time high from the moment you landed in Abu Dhabi. It was a day of the champion spirit to float around the Hamilton household once again, a day for Lewis to win his 8th World Championship and for him to continue his legacy as the greatest driver that Formula One has ever seen. You refused to think anything negative about this race but something in the back of your head kept itching to argue your positive feelings about it. He had hyped himself up for today and you joined him, knowing that everything would go well.

Spotting your father in law, Anthony, standing outside the garage made you sigh of relief, knowing you could safely offload your thoughts to someone who most likely had the same thoughts as you in concern for your husband. “Hey Anthony.” You greeted as you walked up to him with his arms ready to envelop you in a hug. “Y/n! How are you feeling? It’s quite hot here, isn’t it?” He commented, looking over at the busy pit lane.

“I’m feeling confident. Surprised there’s no ice cream station around.” You joked and he flashed a smile. “Oh, there is, in the paddock club. Made sure to check for you.” Anthony smiled and you could only flash a smile back. “Hey, don’t stress about it, Y/n. Everything will be okay, even if he doesn’t get it and that’s a very big if.” He assured and you took a breath in, not wanting to seem negative. “The Red Bull’s are the ones stressing me because they’re just everywhere but like you said, I shouldn’t stress. Now, would you like some ice cream?” You asked and he nodded. “Need a little pick me up. I’ll be here when you get back.” Anthony responded and walked back into the garage.

By the time you had arrived to the paddock, it had been quite full so it was clear that the paddock club would be as full with many different people from all around the world. You waved to whoever seemed to want your attention, stopping to take pictures with fans or sign autographs all while having your airpods in, a habit you gladly took from Lewis. You knew people would talk about you, what you’re wearing, what you say and being quiet, just like your husband, has helped you a ton in terms of not taking your words out of context. Did SkySports F1 always have close ups of you during races just to see your reaction to anything? Yes but you never engaged unless it was to a smile or a wink to the camera.

Entering the paddock club with two of your security personnel, your long blonde braids swiftly followed behind you and it caught the attention of many, especially a woman who never really liked you or your husband. “Oh my! Y/n! Hi!” The shrill voice behind you had exclaimed to you, hearing their heeled footsteps come close to you. “Kelly, hello.” You smiled but anyone around you could see that the smile never reached your eyes. “Just came over to see your hair and wow, what a statement!” She giggled and she reached her hand out and inched her hand closer and closer to your braids but you moved away as quickly as you could. “Always have something to say.” You muttered to yourself as you turned towards the makeshift ice cream parlour.

“Also wanted to say good luck for today with Red Bull and Mercedes being head to head, y’know? Speaking of your hair, I saw a couple of hair ties that reminded of the two of you-”

“Okay Kelly! Just…stop commenting on our hair, our jewellery or just anything that involves my husband and I.” You sighed out. The look on her face was of shock and disbelief that you would even dare to speak up to her. You flicked your braids behind you and grabbed the two cups of ice cream after paying. Walking out of there in a quick pace, you kept your face neutral and made your way to the Mercedes garage with no one bothering you.

Giving Anthony his ice cream up in a hurry, he observed your face and immediately directed you to where Lewis was, his drivers room. Knocking on his door, you heard a ‘come in’ and entered, seeing him seated with his race suit around his waist and his airpods in just like you. He faced you and his face lit up at the sight of you. “Hey, love. You look so beautiful.” He complimented you and you smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes once again. “Let me guess. Someone criticising your looks?” He guessed and you could only nod at him before crashing into his chest and him hugging you right back, feeling the warmth of him envelop you.

“It’s not even about that because people always have something to say. It’s a specific sloth’s girlfriend that’s pissing me off.” Lewis squeezed you within the hug. “Don’t call him that.” You could hear the laugh creeping up but he chose not to. “It’s not me, it’s the internet. She tried to touch my hair then said some shit about hair ties and you know I could beat a bitch up and then she was on some “good luck” type shit-”

“Y/n.” Lewis called out and held your face in your hands. “They want you to stoop down to their level then drag your name all over. Everything will be fine, especially today. As long as I have you and my family beside, I already feel like I have won.” He smiled and gave you a peck before looking into your eyes. “You’re so corny but so sweet, Sir.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes at him and he chuckled while looking to the side.

“You are a dangerous woman, Mrs Hamilton.”

The silence around the Mercedes garage was unsettling once the drivers got to the last two laps of the race. Lewis and Max were head to head with the Red Bull going suspiciously faster. You stood next to Toto and Anthony, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at the person who’s eyes were piercing into you. There were multiple cameras around you so you couldn’t see clearly at whoever was staring at you. Looking back at the screen, all your hope poured out to Lewis, praying to whoever was listening that he should win.

Your heart seemed to stop at the very moment the world saw Verstappen cross the finish line and hearing the cheers of the Red Bull garage not too far from you. A few groans spewed out of a few engineers as they began to get ready for Lewis to come back after the podium celebration. It seemed as if the cameras came close to you as a single tear slipped out of your left eye, face stoic as ever. You blocked out everything that happened around you. Toto becoming angry, Anthony urging you to come with him to see Lewis, your phone continuously buzzing but all you could do was stare at the screen as you watched Lewis park the car and his helmet dropped down as you saw people cheering behind his car.

Your throat felt closed up and goosebumps run through your body. You felt nauseous but chose to keep it down, knowing you would not be able to even breathe when you see him. You walked out of the garage only to see other drivers coming out of their garages and Lando and Sebastian walking towards the Mercedes garage, mainly towards you.

“Seb..” You muttered out and you could see the pity coming from them but they were trying to make it not seem like they were pitying you. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” You uttered as you waved them off in shock, walking towards the podium celebrations where Lewis’ face was on the screen and you tried your level best to keep it in.

Eventually standing with Anthony at the entrance of the garage, there he was, walking towards the two of you. Lewis hugged his father first whilst giving him encouraging words and you see a few tears escape his eyes and that broke you. Your own tears started to fall and Lewis could hear you despite all the noise. He looked at you once and brought you to his chest for you to sob all your feelings out.

“I’m so sorry.” You cried and he just held you, your arms around his waist. “Everything will be fine, princess. I’ll be okay.” He said as he helped you calm down, rubbing your back. You lifted your head off his chest and looked up into his sad, beautiful eyes. “I love you so much. You’re a champion to me.” You tried to smile at him and he kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much more.” He said, not caring about the world seeing you console each other.

present day

Your sunglasses were perched on your nose as you leaned onto the railing of the Mercedes hospitality in Austria. The race was going terrible for the drivers who weren’t Max Verstappen. Penalties were being handed out left right and centre and it wasn’t a pleasant sight. An hour after the race, you watched how Lewis and Lando interacted in the media pen and how there was no bad blood between them.

“It always shocks me when you and Lewis still keep a positive energy around you even when it feels like the worlds against you.” You heard Susie’s voice as she walked up behind you. “As Selena Gomez said, you kill them with kindness. Us being positive makes people really mad on the internet but everything will work out soon.” You smiled to her as you took off your shades and put them in your handbag.

“And he will get his 8th World Championship title very soon, i can feel it.” You added with a wink which made Susie smile and you looked back at Lewis on the screen to see with a big smile as he bid goodbye to the interviewer.

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xetswan · 10 months

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The Switch Of Daylight- Birthday Wishes

(Youngest Shadow New Moon)

[One] [Two]

Charlie and I are downstairs, getting the gifts ready right before we make our way up to go wake up Bella.

Or she’s already up we just need to give her these presents. Charlie goes up first with me behind him excited. He knocks on the door once and then enters. “Happy Birthday, Bells.” He says. “Dad, [Name] we agreed no gifts.” She tells us and I roll my eyes. “At least mines is not wrapped.” He hands her a digital camera, “Okay, this is actually kind of great. Thanks, Dad.” She grinned at it, Charlie then gives her another gift, this time it was wrapped.

“Goes with this one, from your mom. We coordinated- well, she coordinated me.” He explains and I smirk as I did hear all their phone calls. “Mines not a part of it.” I hand her mine, “Don’t open it yet.” She nods and places it next to her. She opens the gift from Mom, it’s a scrapbook. “To put your pictures in, record your senior year.” He says then pauses as he thinks for a moment. “Man, senior year. How’d you get old so fast.” He teases her. “Not that old,” Bella mutters.

“I don’t know, is that a wrinkle.” He jokes but Bella freaks out, racing over to her mirror, searching for the wrinkle. “I was kidding.” He huffs. “So not funny Dad.” She grunts.

Charlie makes his leave and I close the door behind him. “Open my gift.” I grin. “[Name]-” “I don’t want to hear it.” I cut her off, shoving the gift in her arms. I patiently wait as she opens it. There lay two silver bracelets in a box. Had two charms each on both, hers having a dark blue gem then a plate that had the words “Love you, always” engraved into it. Mine had a red gem with the same saying. She smiles and then pulls me into a hug. “I keep forgetting how cold you are now.” She laughs, stepping back and we put the bracelets on one another. “I love it, thank you.” She jingles it around and I snicker, doing it back.

“I’m glad because I had no idea what to give you. But I wanted to piss you off with a gift.” I winked, and before she could say anything back I was already out the door.

I rode my motorcycle to school, I had told Angela that I’d give her this book I owned but I kept forgetting. Pulling into the school Angela’s already jogging over to me. “You brought it?” I then let my face drop jokingly, she doesn’t know I’m joking though. “It’s okay if you forgot again-” I cut her off with my own laughter, pulling out the book from my backpack. She sighs and chuckles too, taking the book from me. “I had to.” I bump her and then stand up from my bike. Taking off my helmet and placing it on the bike. I turn back to her with a smile, fixing my hair as well.

“I miss your septum.” She suddenly says and I raise a brow. She starts to stammer as I patiently wait for her to let it out. “I mean, I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud it’s just um, you got rid of it out of nowhere it was a part of you and now it’s like an empty... Space.” I cross my arms, kind of agreeing with her. “I guess that’s true.” I shrug. I walk her to the others but not even within minutes Bella comes and they rush over to her truck like a flock of geese.

I watch as Bella forces them to take pictures on her new camera, they all have fun with it even though Angela doesn’t like pictures she joins in as well. It was cute. It ended as fast as it started though once that familiar Volvo pulls into its normal parking space. I smirk as their faces falter. “Oh good, Cullen’s here.” I hear Mike say dryly. “Yay,” Jessica adds. They walk back over to where I was. Jessica turns to me “You’re dating the other two but you’re not like obsessed with them.” If only she knew. I shrug, “Too many homophobic and judgy people for that.” They all give me a look. “You know I’m right.” I laugh, I then notice Jacob running towards my sister, Edward seems very irritated. I didn’t even realize the group went away from me as arms wrapped around my waist, lips kissing my shoulder. I take the arms, pulling the person in front of me, I already knew it was Alice. We stood there waiting for Jasper to join us.

We walk into the school together. Alice and Jasper holding hands. Alice was holding a wrapped gift in her other hand. “Do you think she will like it?” She asks me and I take an annoyed breath. “Bella doesn’t like gifts in general but she will appreciate them.” I was not annoyed with Alice, but more with my sister who acts like she doesn’t secretly like the attention she inevitably will always get on her birthday. We went to the side of the hall, I kiss Jasper’s cheek. “Hey, cowboy.” He scoffs a laugh, rolling his eyes. Ever since he told me his backstory I’ve been teasing him about being a “cowboy”. “Hi, darling.” He whispers for me to hear. I peek over to see Alice staring at us, we look slightly down at her since she is shorter than us.

I pull her into our arms, she looks up and pecks at my lips. “You know for your birthday you’re going to get spoiled, right?” She tells me in a matter-of-fact tone. “I look forward to everything you wish to give me.” I place my hands on her hips as Jasper then points out that Bella and Edward are walking through the door. As Jasper and I walk slowly Alice skips over to my sister, presenting the present. “Happy-” “Shhh” Alice hugs her, leaning over to her ear and whispering “Birthday.” Over Alice's shoulder, she makes eye contact with Jasper who offers a nod. She pulls back from Alice, trying to hide the gift. “Alice, didn’t I say no gifts?”

“You did, I didn’t. I’ve already seen you open it and guess what? You loved it!” She excitedly says. “You had a vision about my birthday.” Bella seemed annoyed but I knew she appreciates my girlfriend. “And about the green dress, you’ll be wearing to your party tonight. Great color on you.” She compliments her, also giving away the fact that she’s throwing a party for her.

“My party?”

“Please? It’ll be fun.” Alice pleads, I hold Jaspers's hand. “Can I?” He only nods and I drain his energy then focus on Bella who slumps, defeated. Only because I’m controlling her emotions. “I guess I can deal-” ��Great! See ya at seven!” Alice hugs her before racing off before she can change her mind. I laugh, squeezing Jasper’s hand as a thank you. “Wait, Jasper, no fair with the mood control.” She pouts and he gives her an apologetic nod. “Wasn’t me,”

“Was me!” I called, we get dragged off by Alice leaving my sister slightly upset.

I told Charlie about the party, I was wearing this black suit that Alice requested I wear. Lately, she’s been dressing me in what style she thinks fits me best. Very fancy stuff I might add. I left on my bike to go help finish setting things up.

Getting there I was set to be with Carlisle on some things. I hold my hands behind my back pretending to act innocent. “Do you think I can change without Alice getting upset?” I ask him and he laughs shaking his head. “No, not at all.” We lean against the kitchen counter, watching Alice who is making sure everything is perfect. “I figured.” I take off the jacket to the suit though.

Bella and Edward finally make their way into the house, she’s wearing the exact dress Alice told her about in her vision. I smile, finishing up with Carlisle before heading over to Jasper, giving him a quick kiss. “What was that for?” He asks and I kiss him again. “Just wanted to,” I tell him happily. “You look amazing.” He compliments, I roll my eyes. “I never want to wear a suit again.” He laughs in response. “I’m serious.” “I know you are.” He kisses the top of my head.

Alice comes between us, taking our hands and leading us into the living room. “You two look perfect.” We lean down so she can give us both a kiss. We stand up straight and chuckle at her as she goes to get the lovebirds upstairs.

The three make their way down the steps, and Bella is immediately embraced by Esme and Carlisle. “Sorry about all this. We tried to rein Alice in.” He humors her. “Like that’s even possible. Happy Birthday, Bella.” Esme steps back with a grin on her sweet face. I notice Alice holding up a camera right as she clicks it to go off. The flash startled my sister a tiny bit. “Found it in your bag. You mind?” She asks, Bella shakes her head no as in she doesn’t mind.

“Dating an older woman. Hot.” Emmett speaks up to Edward. I hide my face in Jaspers's shoulder laughing. “What?” He asks defensively after Edward had elbowed him.

Rosalie then steps up, handing Bella a silver package. “It’s a necklace. Alice picked it out.” She walks away. Short. Not sweet. But short.

Bella finally looks over to Jasper and I. She waves and I know it’s for him, he does it back and I smile, proud of him. Alice snaps a picture of him and I then back to Bella. “Show me the love!” Edward pulls Bella into an embrace, they look deeply into one another's eyes. Another flash. “For your scrapbook. Now open your presents.” She drags the girl over to a table with a pile of gifts, a huge cake, and a stake of chine plates.

“Alice, I’m the only one who even eats.” She motions to the huge cake. “Hope your hunger. Here, this one’s from Emmett.” Everyone crowds around, I stand in front of Jasper. Bella opens it to see an empty car radio box. “Um… thanks?” She looked up, confused. “Already installed it in your truck.” He proudly states.

“Finally a decent sound system in that piece of-” “No hating on the truck. Thank you, Emmett.” Bella smiles then Alice hands her another gift. “Open mine.” Bella starts to open it then she cuts her finger on the wrapping. “Ouch, paper cut.” Blood appears and I feel Jasper tense and I get pushed aside. “No!!” I shouted as he lunges at my sister. Edward flings Bella behind him causing her to crash into the table. The plates shattered beneath her. I run over to her as Edward shoves Jasper into the wall but he ricochets off it and comes back at Bella. Emmett along with Carlisle tackles Jasper to the ground, Alice holds him whispering to him to comfort him. I groan at the scent of her blood, trying to help her. My jaw tensed.

Bella lifts her arm up and a pool of blood leaks out. I grunt, getting her to stand up. “I need to get out of here,” I say through gritted teeth. Accidentally pushing her onto Carlisle I storm out of the house. Not even moments later Emmett and Rosalie bring out Jasper.

I stare at him, draining his energy, his snarls coming to a complete stop. The two let him go and he falls to the ground as he’s losing more and more control of himself. I don’t even realize how far I am going. “[Name]! Calm down!” Alice shoves me back and I stumble back. He lays there collecting himself. “He- My sister. I am not sorry!” I rub my face, and looking back at him I notice dark circles under his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to go that far.” I bow my head down. “I forgive you, I need the night to myself and my sister though,” I tell them both, frowning at the sight. I go back inside and Edward was waiting outside of the door where Bella was getting cleaned up.

“You hurt her.” I spit out, his eyes glancing up at me. “You have brung nothing but trouble to our lives,” I tell him with sincerity. “I wouldn’t have been a monster if it was for you entering her life.” I point a finger at his chest, but he doesn’t respond. “I am angry that I now have to risk her life just from a cut.” I shove him into the wall. “You will fix this.” I furrow my eyebrows angrily at him, pushing him further into the wall right as the door opens. I step back. “I’m driving you home.” I grab her by the arm, she tries to get out of my grip but I don’t allow it.

“[Name]!” “Enough! You will go home with me and that is final, Bella!” I shout at her, “Enough with this game and risking your fucking life!” I scream, she finally drops down defeated and we step outside. All of the Cullens are watching, Rosalie is even tense from the scene. I let Bella climb in and I slam the door.

“You all think about this night. Think about how you’re putting my sister in danger.” I speak just loud enough for them to hear me and not her. “Am I clear?” I fold my arms. They only nod in response. “I will talk later.”

So this one is a little shorter than my last few but wanted to end this chapter here or else the next one would've been way too long for my liking. Also, Alice's height is 4'10 in the book so that's what I'm basing it off of. Jasper is 6'3 and I'm making [Name]'s 5'6 medium height bitch. I kind of got writer's block. Well not really, I can write the story in my notebook but I can't get it all on my computer because I get a little bored after a little bit. It takes me longer to come up with ideas when I'm typing compared to actually writing it might be weird but it's what I do.

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chiefdirector · 5 months

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Conversing | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18

Damian Barrett moved the coins in his hands, rattling them back and forth as he waited for the seconds as they passed. He had been instructed to call at exactly 17:47, not a second sooner or late. He was to say a few words and hang-up. The call had to be short, and from a payphone. The Instructions had been very clear, he had no margin for error.

He looked down to his cracked watch for the third time this minute, he only had 30 more seconds. His heart was pounding in his chest, so much so he could hear every thump after thump after thump. Taking a deep breath, he counted a few more seconds before slotting the coins, one by one, into the payphone and dialling the number he had memorised weeks ago.

He listened as the phone rang once, twice, three times before the recipient answered. “Hello, Damian. I am so glad to hear from you, and at the correct time too. Good boy.”

“I was arrested earlier, one of the cops, some girl detective or whatever, recognised my snake.” He said gruffly, trying to keep his voice quiet in such a public setting.

“And…?” The voice rang out, satisfied at the report so far.

“She seemed thrown off by it. Then they let me go, no charge.”

The voice laughed softly, so much so Damian wasn’t sure he had heard it. “Excellent. You did well.”

“Is that all you wanted from me? Are we even yet?” He snapped.

Damian had been in business with the person behind the voice for a while. He had never seen their face or even learnt their first name. He was desperate one day when his phone rang, he took the offer, forever debiting himself to the faceless voice.

“Not quite,” The voice said before pausing for a moment. Damian nearly hung up the phone when they began to speak again. “Although, if you want to pay off some more of that debt, I have another job for you, relatively easy.”

“Easy?” He snapped, “Nothing is easy with you! I’ve just been arrested, and youre saying whatever comes next is easy.”

“Calm yourself, or I won’t be so nice next time. You’ve seen what happens when I decide that I want someone gone. It’s why I enlisted you of course. Besides, a child could do this job.”

Damian leant his head back, cursing everything he could think of. “Fine. What is it.”

“I need you to mail me something…”

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The payphone was found destroyed in the morning, the machine was smashed to bits. Local CCTV placed a hooded man waiting there for nearly half hour before taking a short phone call.

It didn't take long for the case to wind up on Detective Bradford’s desk. Opening the file, her eyes cast down to the images captured by the surveillance camera. It was a little blurred, but once she focussed into the details, it was unmissable. A snake tattoo with bright red eyes.

Swiftly, she grabbed the file and images, weaving throughout the bull pen to Lopez’s desk. It took some restraint not to slam it down.

“Hey, I think we were right to be concerned about Barret.” She opened the file again, letting Angela look inside, “This wasn't long after he left here.”

Lopez picked up the file, flipping through the pages as (Y/N) had done only a few moments prior. “I think we need to go to Grey, this should be added to the reports. But that phone is smashed, you do know that we will have no record of anything dialled from there? It’s another loose end.”

“Yeah, I know, but it is something, more than we had at least.”

“It’s something to watch out for.”

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The crinkled paper felt familiarly rough under her fingers as she ran them along the pages. Ideally she wouldn’t have had to read books in such disrepair but you do not get many luxuries in prison, so she would take what she could get. Placing the book down, the prisoner sighed, laying down in her bed.

She didn’t need a clock to know what the time was, she had spent years observing the routines of the days and the movements of the guards. She could practically tell what they ate for lunch at this point. It was a simple way to keep her mind occupied, death row wasn’t full of mental stimulation after all. She knew that in less than four minutes a guard, most likely Donovan, would be coming round with mail that had been pre read and searched for any kind of threat.

They couldn’t be blamed, if anything she found it adorable. Their pathetic attempts to stop her communicating with the outside world. The prison should have known about her contraband phone and stationary, she did make it far too obvious after all. But then again, if someone doesn’t want to see something, it has a slight habit of not being noticeable.

Two minutes.

She could tell by the sound of the cart entering the corridor. It was a creaky old thing, one of the wheels tended to spin away from the others, making an awful screech when it was turned. It was a shame the prison was too cheap for a can of WD-40. It would’ve made her predictions a tad more challenging.

Thirty seconds.

She sat up again, straightening out the bright orange prison uniform she wore. She had always taken pride in her appearance and the uniform made no dent in that. Power was exerted from looks, and she would be damned if she didn’t keep a firm hold of the power.

Ten seconds.

Slowly she stood up, stretching her arms out, waiting for the door hatch to open

Five seconds...

…four…

…three…

…two

The hatch slammed open, a parcel of torn open letters shoved through. As she had predicted, the voice of guard Donovan rang out before the hatch slammed shut again. “Rosalind Dyer, mail call.”

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mvltiwritez1 · 20 days

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Culinary Genius - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: during a two truths one lie video, Y/n reveals a truth that no one in the office knew.

WARNING(S): light swearing

DISCLAIMER: the truths and lie for Y/n may not be true to you but just imagine. Also not really romance, just a cute scenario.

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Y/n sat across from Angela with the last card in her hand. Angela had guessed each of her lies right and she guessed all of Angela's lies right but she knew that this last round would stump her.

"My first statement is; 'I once broke my wrist doing parkour' Shayne style, second; 'I have read 100 books since January and it is now May' and the last one is; 'I am considered a really good cook'" Y/n read off the options written on the card, a soft smile on her face as she looked back at her. Angela narrowed her eyes at the woman, thinking of a question.

"When did you break your wrist?" She asked, leaning forward. Y/n looked up to remember when.

"I broke it when I was about thirteen/fourteen. I was with a couple of friends and we just liked jumping around on stuff and one time I fell off of a playground structure and completely broke my wrist" She replied, holding up the wrist that went through the trauma. Angela looked at her wrist and nodded, thinking of another question. Murmurs commenced behind them from Amanda, Courtney, and Arasha but Y/n wasn't paying attention to them. She was waiting for another question.

"You're a reader so the 100 books isn't that hard to believe. And of course, I've never heard anyone talk about your cooking skills. I think it would've come up" Angela thought aloud and Y/n tilted her head innocently.

"I think you're lying about the 'good cook' thing. It definitely would've come up" Angela continued and Y/n raised her eyebrows slightly and brought her head back upright.

"Is that your final answer?" Y/n asked and Angela nodded, confident from her correct guessing the other rounds. She even went to get her gun but Y/n quickly reached for hers and shot at her first, causing Angela to gasp and look up at Y/n in surprise. She grinned widely at Angela and set the gun down, as well as her.

"What?! You're a 'really good' cook?!" Angela put air quotes over 'really good'. Y/n nodded, chuckling slightly. Angela looked at the camera and then at the gallery, seeing different surprised looks on the others' faces.

"No one knew but I learned a lot about cooking all my life. Family recipes, techniques for different cooking styles. Some people who have tried my cooking have told me I'm 'really good' it's not just a self title" Y/n scratched at the back of her neck nervously.

"That's crazy. You need to show me your skills soon" Angela chuckled. Y/n shrugged.

"I'm down" She replied, Angela smiled.

"Aweeee it's a little date" Amanda said in a baby voice and everyone laughed.

"Wait. What was the lie?" Angela asked and Y/n went to answer her question.

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When they were done filming, Y/n's shirt had somewhat dried but she still brought another shirt to change into so she went to her bag at her desk and got the shirt so she could change in the gender neutral bathroom.

She was looking at her phone as she walked towards the bathroom, she collided with someone but quickly caught them before they could both fall. Y/n dropped her phone accidentally but focused her eyes and found Angela in her arms, flustered. Y/n smiled and helped her get back to her feet.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention" Angela blushed, picking up a bag off of the floor. It was probably a change of clothes as well. Y/n picked up her phone and held her new shirt tighter in her hand, checking the screen.

"It's no problem, I shouldn't have been on my phone" Y/n chuckled and put her phone in her pocket before looking back at Angela.

"Well I'll see you later" the brunette said, recovering from being caught. She left and Y/n continued on her route to the bathroom, having an idea.

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The work day was done and Y/n set her bag on the hook near the door, taking her laptop out of the bag. She set it down on her couch before immediately going back out to bring her groceries into her apartment.

She had decided to make one of her signature grilled sandwiches, simple but did the job. She thought back to the time that she and Angela had lunch and the brunette ordered a plain grilled cheese. Y/n wanted to make it the way she usually did which was normally with sourdough bread, compound butter - to add an acidity and extra flavour to the bread - and sliced marble cheese. She wouldn't make Angela's until lunch the next day but she blended the butter with parsley, lemon juice, and a little bit of red wine vinegar. Y/n also put the butter in a container, ready to take to the office tomorrow.

Dinner for her was just one of those sandwiches since they were quite easy to make. Y/n changed out of her work clothes and brought up Angela's contact on her phone.

Y/n<3: Hey I just want to say, don't bring lunch tomorrow. Or buy it, ok? Also meet me in the kitchen at lunch.

Angela shortly replied,

Ange: ok...why?

Y/n<3: Can't tell you, it's a surprise ;)

Ange: lol alrighty then

Angela probably thought Y/n was crazy but she decided to go along with it.

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Angela got done filming a Smosh Games video and Amanda walked up to her, a smile on her face.

"Lunch?" Amanda asked, seemingly knowing the answer.

"Sorry 'Manda, Y/n told me not to get anything for lunch and meet her in the kitchen and I said I would." Angela looked apologetic, Amanda smirked and raised her eyebrows.

"She's going to cook for you. She kept her word" Angela actually had forgotten what they'd filmed the previous day. It was close to the end of the week so that was bound to happen. Her eyes widened and Amanda chuckled.

"Enjoy Ange" Amanda said and went up to Courtney, striking a conversation with them.

Angela walked to the kitchen and saw Y/n in there, setting some things up. Angela smiled softly and walked in, causing Y/n to look up.

"Hey! You must've been wondering why I asked you not to get lunch or bring one" Y/n leaned against the counter, her uncovered arms holding her up as she looked at the slightly shorter woman.

"Well I think I know why now" Angela chuckled and approached the island in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients.

"What are you making?" She asked and Y/n smiled back at her.

"I'm glad you asked, I'm making a grilled cheese" Y/n said confidently and Angela snickered.

"Hey, don't disrespect my sandwich game baby" Y/n stood up fully and reached for the sourdough. Angela blushed at the pet name but cleared her throat to calm herself.

Y/n took the butter container and a butter knife and spread the butter on the pieces of bread, parsley in with the butter as well. Angela looked in confusion.

"What's that?" She knew how to cook, pretty well actually but she hadn't expected something other than butter.

"It's compound butter. Usually people use this stuff for enhancing the flavour in meats, vegetables, and even baked goods but I use it for sandwiches sometimes" Y/n explained and walked over to the pan on the stove with a plate of ingredients. Angela nodded, watching the process in interest.

"Is there anything extra you want on it? Or just cheese" Y/n asked, placing one of the pieces of buttered bread in the pan as well as the cheese.

"No thank you" She smiled. She kind of felt like a child but was excited about trying whatever Y/n cooked. Y/n smiled and nodded, putting the top piece of bread on the sandwich, closing it off. She turned the stove on and turned around to face Angela.

"You know you really didn't have to do this." Angela continued, her back leaning against the kitchen island. Y/n shrugged her shoulders.

"I said I would cook for you and this was an easy way to do so. Though it's a bit of a bummer it's not fancy" Y/n joked at that last bit. She then turned around and checked the bottom of the sandwich, it was a perfect golden brown so she flipped it over to cook the other side.

"Dude, you're literally making me a sandwich for lunch because you said you could cook. It doesn't have to be fancy. It didn't even have to happen" Angela said, stepping closer to Y/n. She stood beside her at the stove and looked at the sandwich, it looked amazing already.

"It's almost done" Y/n looked at Angela before pressing down on the sandwich to fully cook the other side and make sure the cheese is melted.

Soon enough, Y/n checked the other side and turned the stove off once she saw the golden brown colour on the bread. She then plated it and gave it to Angela.

"Your lunch Madam" Y/n put on a terrible English accent and Angela laughed as she grabbed the plate.

"Aren't you going to have one? Because I can wait" Angela asked and Y/n smiled at the respectful nature of Angela when it came to this.

"I already made one this morning so let's go sit" Y/n replied, dropping the accent. She would go back and wash everything she used after being done with lunch.

They both walked out and sat in the seating area. Angela let it cool off while Y/n opened her lunch bag, pulling out a sandwich cut into triangles.

They both took a bite at the same time. Flavour bursted in Angela's mouth and she made a noise in surprise. Y/n watched her and gauged her reaction to be positive. Angela took another bite as Amanda and Courtney sat at their table.

"Hey guys. What did you make?" Amanda asked, sitting down with a salad.

"I made a grilled cheese for her" Y/n replied and Courtney's eyebrows rose.

"Oh! Is Y/n's cooking skills as good as she says?" Courtney asked Angela. The brunette hadn't said anything yet but she looked up at them, a closed smile on her face. She nodded enthusiastically and Y/n blushed.

"Now I'm wishing I didn't get a salad" Amanda joked, winking at Y/n, Y/n and Courtney laughed.

"Honestly that sandwich smells really good. And I'm not usually a sandwich girlie" Courtney said, patting Y/n on the back softly.

"Thank you thank you. They're my specialty" Y/n flipped her hair jokingly as Angela finished off the sandwich.

"Good?" Y/n asked.

"So good. Holy shit Y/n, why did you hide this skill from us?" Angela asked and Y/n chuckled.

"Well I didn't hide it per se. I just never brought it up" Y/n smiled cheekily.

#angela giarratana #fanfic #angela giarratana x reader #oneshot #smosh #writing #angela giarratana x fem reader #writers block

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littlerosetrove · 2 months

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Overall another great episode I’d say! ✌️

My initial Spoiler Thoughts for 7x2 in no particular order.

Hen has some clear biases to assess and work on. She was, well, dismissive and judgemental of the drunk (and drugged?) guy. She’s gotta stay neutral no matter the person, especially while on scene. Oh ohhhh I wonder if this will be an arc that Hen goes on this season? Just overall her becoming a better firefighter/captain?

Poor Norman. His wife cheated on him? That’s rough my guy. And… I’m not sure he’s gonna make it. =/

That's the cruise doctor? Uhhh I think they need someone with more expertise and frankly more of a spine. Bruh.

That hostage situation was surprisingly short. Hm…. I’m kinda wondering if this season had, say, 18 episodes if they would have spread out this whole cruise ship story to 4 episodes instead of 3. Idk, I’ll have to wait to see how episode 3 goes, but *shrugs* I don’t think I’d be mad if it all had been stretched out a bit for extra drama.

The snake white guy said “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m not a bad person.” I need more time to think and articulate this but… Actions speak louder than words. Dude was selfish, dabbling in something that brought great harm to others while, sure, not meaning for the harm to happen. He’d been ready to dip. He only gets points for saving our 911 parents. 😩

Please. That’s so cute that Maddie and Chimney share everything and gossip together. Sure they’ll keep your secret! …..but that secret is also safe with their partner. <3

Frank, you did okay this time. But be prepared for an influx once Athena and Bobby are back, and not just from them. Are you listening, Buck? He needs to go back to therapy anyway. But like, Bobby is in danger and that’s going to effect Buck. Please please let the show circle back around to the fact that Buck greatly fears losing Bobby, his dad.

Buck and Eddie sharing one brain cell when trying to explain themselves. <3

Maddie has clearly been with Chimney for a long time with her joke of “did you lose a boat?” 😆

Idk when Bobby is in captain mode he's so??????? Yeah.

Ahhhh! The camera shot of Bobbys’ hand covering Athena’s to help her save everyone. 😩 These two are so ride or die oh my godddddd.

Shit, yeah Peter and Angela got my crying a bit with their “love confession” talk.

I spotted some bloopers. In 1-2 moments Peter’s hair was almost dry, then it wasn’t. They had to film that scene in the bulge (whatever that room was called) for a while or something.

Maddie knows Spanish?? I mean, I guess she probably learned it in high school, and maybe was able to keep it up being a nurse and then a 911 dispatcher. Good on her because I took 2 years of Spanish in high school, didn’t keep it up, and remember maybe 1% of what I learned.

HOLY SHIT THAT CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!! Literally Athena’s worst fears come to life. 🙃🙃🙃

OKAY. BUT. If the fuck-massive cruise ship was fully turned over, HOW does anyone in the life boats survive? Did they somehow make it far enough away to not get tossed like a freaking toy???? Suspension of disbelief I guess!! 🤙

#911 spoilers #9-1-1 #my thoughts

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rabbiteclair · 1 year

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after I mentioned it last night multiple people expressed interest in my thoughts on Lobotomy Corp so here we go.

(cut for various minor spoilers)

This is the kind of game where my friends who've already beaten it are gathered around me like a pack of hyenas watching a wounded gazelle, asking me questions like "so, what do you think of this character?" and then huddling up to whisper amongst themselves, presumably eagerly waiting for me to hit the scene where, I dunno, Hod vivisects and eats a baby while looking directly into the camera or whatever.

People really looked at what happened to the word Sephirot(h) and went 'listen, we're just getting started' huh.

If Hod wants to eat a baby though, I think that's her right. I wanna hug Hod.

Netzach can have one too. A hug, I mean. Eating a baby would probably just make him more depressed.

Yesod is in the 'fucked up, but I can see how he got there' tier. If the game gave me true managerial oversight, I'd make Netzach share half his drugs with Yesod. I think it'd be good for both of them.

Malkuth is kinda scary, but I like her anyway.

Angela is just scary and at this point I'm 90% sure that there's some 'the PC is [important thing here] and she is fucking with your memory/perception to hide it' stuff going on. If I had to guess, that blank is 'actually B' or 'actually A', but I'm going on pretty scant and indirect clues so far.

This game is going to be forever warring with Arknights in my mind for the rights to define the word 'Enkephalin.'

Judging by my friends, I've had pretty horrible luck so far, including the game skipping me directly from Teth to Waw and then giving me some of the roughest Waws to boot. I only got He ones later.

As of last night I'm currently around day 20 and getting ready to make my first rewind back to day 1, because hoo boy am I not prepared for Alephs.

I was dreading rewinding, because I am very attached to my pro super agents Max and Yum-Yum, and then I realized. I also have the fucking... iron maiden thing. The one that you can only use/research by letting it murder people. The one that I haven't researched at all, because I don't have people to feed to it. But if I'm rewinding anyway... Thanks for your hard work, everyone, I'm just gonna need you to leave your gear at home today, form a queue, and step through this door one at a time. Don't mind the screams.

I might still spare Max and Yum-Yum though. Go free, my friends. I have no quarrel with you. Try not to get blood on your shoes, there's gonna be a lot of it.

One Sin, Fragment of the Universe, and Scorched Girl are my friends.

The first time Meat Lantern escaped I went 'okay, I don't know what this guy is capable of, so let's round up everyone I have and send them in to pummel it with their best weapons.' It killed literally every agent except like two who had guns, in one gigantic bloodsplosion. I've discovered some ways for Meat Lantern to kill people that my friends didn't know was possible.

Old Lady, Child of the Galaxy, and Naked Nest aren't friends exactly, but they're generally well-behaved energy-printing machines. My friends insist that Naked Nest isn't, but my kid Max has that thing locked down. (Sorry again if I do torture you to death in an electronic iron maiden, Max.) Every Zayin I haven't mentioned basically falls in this category, except they don't actually make meaningful levels of energy at this point.

FUCK Alriune, all my homies hate Alriune.

CENSORED is pointedly not my friend, but it's so funny that I can't dislike it. To a lesser extent this also includes Grave of Cherry Blossoms, because every time it's gone off, it's killed some clerk while I watch and go 'eh, this is fine.'

#lobotomy corp

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wafflesinthe504 · 1 year

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The Rookie 5x16 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Rookie 5x16 below. If you've watched the episode or don't care about spoilers, please enjoy!

The official Valentine's Day episode has finally arrived!! I loved that each and every couple was given their own time to shine and small storylines throughout the episode. From Chenford to Wopez, to NyJa, and of course Jailey everyone had their own arguments/disagreements that were of course finished by the end of the episode and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Everyone having to deal with the craziest and most dangerous Valentine's Day yet.

Sidenote to all of the couples I also really enjoyed finally seeing Celina start develop her own arc separate from her training as a cop. I was happy to finally understand why her mother hadn't left the house in so long and I just really appreciate how much we've seen Celina's character grow so far. I'm really interested to see how her story plays out and can't wait to learn more about what really happened to her sister and if Celina (and her mom) are able to get the closure that they need.

Also I wish that this episode wasn't a body cam episode. While I think that using the bodycams can be a cool technique I don't think that this technique goes well for episodes that are supposed to be very character centric. This is because the shots that can be used are more limited since where the cameras are placed technically have to make since and because the cameras themselves are static. It doesn't help that due to the cameras field of view it sometimes makes it hard to figure out where in the scene I'm supposed to be focused on. The bodycam as the cameras should really only be used like once a season.

The Chenford cold open was so much fun. From Lucy and Tim sleeping together and Tim just cuddled into Lucy (so cute and soft), to seeing Lucy immediately jumping into action when she realizes that something is wrong with her one of her old UC pals and Tim jumping in with her to back her up just in case (they're just so in sync and I love it). I really enjoyed getting that glimpse of seeing Lucy back in UC. I really hope we see more of her doing UC operations even if they're just short-term ones. My guess is that we probably won't see Lucy go full UC until Celina is done with her Rookie period so that they have someone to pair Aaron up with for patrol.

Noah and Lucy's banter was so fun to watch along with Tim's reaction to it. I really want to know where the HotPants joke came from. Like what happened that Lucy got the nickname HotPants. Here's hoping we get some insight into Lucy's time at UC school. Also, how much does Noah know about Tim for him to be like 'oh that Bradford.' Our girl loves this mac so much she probably couldn't stop talking about him to her UC friends.

I wonder how Tim felt when he saw/ heard Lucy act as a UC for that short period of time and then later on when Noah brought up the idea of becoming full time UC because of how good she is at it. The audience and Tim know just how good of a UC Lucy is and I think its going to be interesting to see if Lucy does end up becoming a full-time UC and if she does how that would affect their relationship.

Continuing on into the show I was really excited to see Lucy and Tim riding together again. I thought that once Tim moved divisions that we wouldn't see them riding together again, but I'm happy to be proven wrong.

Angela teasing Tim about finally having a date for Valentine's Day.

Of course everyone could see from a mile away that Tim and Lucy's argument would be about Lucy going behind Tim's back to help him get the metro position. I appreciate that the writers didn't feel the need to try to blow the whole argument out of proportion in an attempt to raise the stakes of their relationship. I'm satisfied with how the argument was handled and how they made up at the end.

The introductory Wopez scene in this episode was so good. Both of them being out sync with each other showing just how much everything that's happening is weighing on them. I enjoyed the gag of the extra security being a woman instead of a man and seeing Angela's reaction. I loved when Wesley called Angela and she accidentally tells him about the gas and then she sees the bodyguard in the background holding Jack and she just hangs up the phone.

Wesley really was out here just trying to make the best of Valentine's Day and it just wasn't in the cards for them.

That ending though with them receiving that messed up gift from Elijah Stone was a good cliffhanger and a good lead into next week's crossover.

I really hope for next week's crossover that it actually acts as a true crossover and not just one character from each show just showing up for like a minute before disappearing.

Bonus: Everyone's reaction to the bodyguard. Both Celina and Grey telling Angela to get that woman out of her house and away from Wesley while Aaron is just over here trying to find a date for Valentine's Day was just so funny. Moments like this where the whole crew is interacting with each other are always great to watch.

I always love and appreciate when we get to see Nyla and James together they are such a great couple. I was surprised that we got to see as much of them together as we did this episode. Their argument about the creepy bear cam that James' mom had gotten for Leah was probably the most realistic argument that we saw. I could see both parties sides but, I really like the moment with Nyla and Aaron where Aaron helped Nyla see why James' mom wanted access to the link and how that realization helped Nyla at the end helped her James come to a compromise that worked in the favor of everyone.

I hope we get to see an arc for them in the future where they sort of get to be the put at the forefront of the story for a little while. I just really want to see more of them and their family.

Wopez has been getting a lot of attention so, I hope that NyJa get their time to shine as well.

And finally, Jailey. Of course, their first official fight is on Valentine's Day. I was quite relieved that they weren't left out of the couples who were having issues and we got to see them not being some amazing perfect couple.

As soon as John took that phone from Bailey I already knew that that was going to be the start of their argument. One might think for someone who has been married before that doing that is like an instant argument starter.

Even though I enjoyed their argument and seeing how it was resolved it would have been nice to see some other indications of Bailey not being able to ask for help and why John felt it was necessary to take matters in his own hands. We know that John is absolutely the type of person to constantly want to fix a person's problem, but it would have been nice to see Bailey's inability to ask for help. As I've probably said before even though these two are supposed to be the main couple of the show they generally get little meaningful character and relationship development that makes us as the audience really care about them.

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Bonus: Little addition about the plot itself I think that the character and relationships this episode were truly the standout feature and since it was such a character driven episode I think that it would have benefitted from choosing one case to focus on. I think if just one of the cases were chosen for this episode it would have only helped to create different character dynamics and we would have been able to continue to focus on the issues that the characters were facing in their relationship.

With everything that happened in the previous episode and what's going to be happening in the next episodes it was quite easy to tell that this was more a filler episode than anything and it wouldn't have hurt to just lean into that and let the characters shine even more.

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Hope you enjoyed. If you want come chat with me in the comments about anything The Rookie related.

Until next time have a good day or night!

#the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford #john nolan #bailey nune #nyla harper #james murray #wesley evers #angela lopez #wopez

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emisirrelevant · 2 years

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THOUGHTS ON THE FINALE OF PRETTY LITTLE LIARS ORIGINAL SIN!!!!

*SPOILERS* if you haven't watched the last few episodes yet you've been warned

*TW/CW- mature/sensitive content in this post

I am literally still processing everything but:

Was I the only one who thought the Liars' plan with the blood drive was actually kind of creative?

Ohhh the principal rejecting Tabby's film had me SEETHING. I should have known from that scene he'd be the one behind it all/pulling the strings.

Going back and rewatching the scene where Chip tries to ask Imogen if she wants to go to his place for Thanksgiving is now very uncomfortable. Thank god she had Tabby and her mom!! And that's on the tabogen agenda.

I honestly thought Shawn was going to be a part of the A stuff or the guy who assaulted Tabby and Imogen but he was not. If we get a season 2 though, I'm keeping an eye on him. No offense Noa- but he lied about the pills/drugs. Like I wonder if he really was telling the truth when he said later that he threw them out.

The club scene!! Iconic, but the rational part of my brain also was like "Yes Faran good suggestion- WAIT THEY'RE MINORS THEY SHOULD NOT BE OUT CLUBBING"

When Kelly(?) "said call me Karen" to Greg- HUHHH?

I knew Crazy Joe wasn't A

It felt too much like a red herring to me- too obvious

The Waters' house did give me AHS Murder House vibes- they really nailed the creepy vibe with the set

Yess finally I’m so glad they got the moms to talk about Angela- also the fact that each mom's situation with Angela paralleled the daughters in the present

Noa saying "I can't handle juggling two addicts in my life" SWEETIE no :(((((

FARAN LETTING HER HAIR DOWN!!

I'm glad Henry told Faran about Kelly kissing him and didn't keep it a secret. Maybe there is one decent man on this show??

Also Ben Cook heyyy good for him getting those roles!

Ash just eating the pizza instead of directly answering Mouse's mom HAHA

Tabby's mom going OFF on Wes like that!!!

Faran going off on Sheriff Beasley!! QUEEN!

We got to see Imogen’s dad, interesting.

**The fact that he mentioned that Imogen’s mom stated in her will for Imogen to live with the Haworthes if anything bad happened though- TABOGEN WAS FATED!

Honestly the whole Beasley family situation was really sad- and like the fact that there are some families like this in real life- it was really giving me Melanie Martinez Dollhouse vibes for sure.

Oh I see Kelly x Faran as a potential headcanon.

Oh damn. It was Chip.

The whole scene when Imogen and Tabby confronted Chip though?Wow. Top tier acting from Bailee and Chandler. Powerful.

"This year has made us very, very good liars" ICONIC!

OMG THE FINAL EPISODE THOUGH HHHHHH

So much went DOWN!!

I'm still in shock with A doing that to Davie's body though- Tabby asking if Imogen was okay "Nope. Definitely not"

IMOGEN ADAMS DESERVES THE ENTIRE WORLD!! Fuck A for giving her life long trauma!

Not Angela's brother being named Archie- STOP WITH THE R*VERD*LE REFERENCES

IT WAS THE PRINCIPAL!!!! That was a good twist, I appreciate it.

Omg Kelly's mom stabbing Sheriff Beasley though was another twist I did not see coming.

1000000000+ points for adding a Motley Crue song in there!!

I absolutely LOVED the moment when the rest of the girls immediately stood up when the principal threatened to shoot Imogen and her baby- RIDE OR DIES FOR EACH OTHER YES

**THE FIGHT SCENE WITH IMOGEN AND A!!

MAKING CINEMATIC HISTORY

The camera angles in this show- absolutely DELICIOUS

Tabby being there when Imogen woke up in the hospital GO TABOGEN GO

The scene where everyone was celebrating Christmas together 🥺🥺 (every other ship kissing and then TABOGEN pls SEASON 2 SO WE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!)

Also why did I know someone was going to say Die Hard when Tabby asked about favorite Christmas movies and why did it fit Shawn perfectly-

Aww Elodie and Shirley saying they're going to couples therapy GOOD FOR THEM!! (technically they ALL need it lol)

Interesting way to bring back some original PLL with that Aria and Ezra mention.. but when that baby finds out that her parents were in a student teacher relationship-

Overall glad that all those nasty men were EXPOSED. Especially the principal and Sheriff Beasley. Still wondering about Wes though. If there's a season 2 I'm keeping an eye on him too.

So Kelly was Kelly the whole time- I like that there’s a possibility that she stays friends with the Liars in the future- but like what if it’s still Karen? I wanna believe it’s Kelly and that Kelly is good but still.

And finally, Imogen saying she thinks it’s over

But A killed Sheriff Beasley AND came back for Chip-

When I first heard about this show, I was skeptical at first and didn't have many expectations going into it. I never watched the very first Pretty Little Liars series in its entirety, but this spinoff somehow managed to pull me in. Thank you PLLOS Original Sin for everything! What an amazing cast and show. I would definitely recommend this show to others.

SEASON 2, SEASON 2, SEASON 2

#pllos #pll original sin #a pllos review

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leopoldainter · 26 days

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Angeliana’s Imagination Chapter 1 (Aka ‘Why you should NEVER ‘wing it’ while writing, 101)

Ok, so how do I even start this story? How do I get you to believe anything you're about to read? What you're about to read is CRAZY! It involves imaginary powers, bravery, magic swords, and long-dead dictators. It's the chronicle of my overactive imagination and how I found true courage in the face of my worst fear.

So, before I drag you on my hectic adventure, let me tell you a little bit about myself! I live in Manhattan, New York, which is hectic, but I love it! It's been my home since childhood. My name is Angeliana, but I go by Angel. My mother wanted to give me a unique and angelic name, so she chose Angeliana. However, she felt that common angelic names like Angela, Angeline, Angelina, Evangeline, or Evangelina were too normal sounding. My name plays a role in my superpowers - when I battle my arch-nemesis, I transform into a superpowered form with white angel wings. That's why my superhero name is The Angel of Destiny. Now, you are not going to believe who my arch-nemesis is - it's Adolf Hitler! I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. Now, why is a dictator who died decades ago chasing me?

Because of my overactive imagination!

Yep, I have an overactive imagination, which tends to get me in trouble a lot! I’ve gone on many adventures, but none as deadly, scary, or REAL as the one you’re about to read about!

It all started when I was 14 years old. I was in history class, learning about WW2. I’ve always kind of known about Hitler, but it wasn’t until that day that my fears took flight.

I was reading the textbook, listening to the teacher, and that’s when I saw him: a picture of Hitler, giving an evil look to the camera. I just don’t understand that about that man! He was always glaring evilly at the camera! That’s what first scared me about him. Little did I know, my fear was about to get worse! The teacher had us watch a WW2 doc, and it talked about the horrible atrocities Hitler and the Nazis committed! Then, it played a snippet of a Hitler speech!

His loud, booming voice while speaking terrified me! That’s when my imagination started to run nonstop!

What if I see him in my nightmares?

What if he chases me while screaming in that horrifying voice?

What if he catches me?

What if he… kills me…?

I blanched in fear and started sweating icy droplets. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. This was so embarrassing! I was completely falling apart, in class!

The teacher saw how scared I was, and spoke up. “Angel, would you like to go and walk around for a little bit? I understand it’s overwhelming to learn about that horrible man.” She turned to the pitcher of ice water she always kept on her desk. “How about a glass of water, to calm your nerves?” She asked. She poured me a glass and set it on my desk. I took it, and tried to take a sip, but was too flustered. The water kept dripping down my chin. I set it down, and ran out of the classroom!

I needed out of that environment! I needed to get home! To my parents, to my warm blankets, to anywhere but that classroom! I was too scared!

I went to cross the crosswalk and waited for the cars to pass. That’s when I saw something that made my blood run cold! I was Adolf Hitler himself, in the flesh, on the other side of the crosswalk! I rubbed my eyes, and he went away. Ok, I’m just scared… That was just my imagination. Hitler died years before I was even born… I shook my head and continued on my way.

I got to our apartment building and went to our floor. My parents were still at work, so wouldn’t get in trouble for getting out of school early. I locked the door, went to my room, wrapped myself in a blanket, put my headphones on, and turned on a guided meditation. I breathed in and out l and was feeling pretty relaxed. A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. Uh oh. Parents must be home.

I decided just to tell them I ran away from school. They were understanding, and they would probably understand how terrified I was of that horrible man. I looked through the peephole, just to be safe.

Short answer: it wasn’t my parents.

Now I KNEW I was going crazy! ADOLF HITLER, (or some crazy guy dressed as him for a cruel prank) was outside my door! I ran to my room and hid under the covers with my cell phone. I dialed 911. No one picked up! I had no service! I realized no one could help me! It was probably some kid from school, who saw me freaking out in class. But, how could they have procured a full Hitler outfit, AND put it on in such a short time? I hadn’t been home for that long…

I decided to be brave and go back to the door. I wanted to see if I recognized the man in the costume. I looked through the peephole. It was him! There was no mistaking it! I recognized him from the wrinkles on his face. I knew I was going crazy. I decided some self-care would help me stop hallucinating. I poured myself a glass of water, guzzled it down, and washed my face in the sink. I wiped my face off with a towel and went to my room to take a nap.

I couldn’t even sleep. I couldn’t stop tossing and turning. That was Hitler out there. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I was just hallucinating, but what if he was real…? A lot of people would die… About 5 minutes later, I got up. I wanted to see if he was still there. I got to the door, and he was STILL STANDING THERE! I didn't know what to do! I decided to run. I to the balcony, to get to the fire escape, as Hitler continued to pound on the door.

I opened the curtains and saw something weird.

There was a random pink and white cat on the balcony! Now, seeing a cat on the balcony wouldn't be weird, because our balconies were close together, and our neighbors' crazy, death-defying, daredevil cats had been known to jump from balcony to balcony. But the fact that its fur was literally pink and white... I opened the balcony and looked at the cat.

"What? Did your owners dye you, or something?" Ok, I guess it wasn't weird yet, because I'd seen dyed animals before. One person dyed their dog with rainbow polka dots and put an afro on its head. This was at a pet show when I was little. When I pet the dog, some paint rubbed off on my hand. I bent down to pet the pink part. I touched the fur. I was amazed at how soft it was! It was like touching a pink cotton candy cloud! I was in awe!

"Hey, are you gonna just stand there and pet me, or fight him?" THE CAT TALKED.

"GAH!" I yelped and backed away. I was trembling now, like full-on shaking. I was sure I was going insane.

"I know that look. You think you're losing your marbles, and I understand! I'd think I was crazy too, if I came across a meowing human!" The cat said.

Ok, that was pretty funny. I giggled. "Ok, back to business. What is a talking, pink and white cat doing on my balcony?" I pointed at the front door. "What is he doing at my door?" I couldn't even say his name...

"He's after you! Your strong fear of him caused him to manifest into reality!"

"So, short answer: I'm going insane! I'm going crazy because of my fear!" I yelled. "This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real, NONE OF THIS IS REAL!" I screamed, hitting the side of my head with every word.

"I know this is crazy, but it's true! Whenever you fear something, you're scared it's out to kill you. So, what conclusion are you making in your mind?"

"He... wants to kill me?" I asked.

"Yes, and that's why you need to come with me!" The cat said.

"Wait, let's analyze this. Hitler was like, 50 when he died." I pointed to the door. "What, you think a middle-aged man is going to be able to bust the door off its hinges?" I asked. Just then, a deafening sound was heard behind me. I looked behind me in horror. There stood Adolf Hitler, in the flesh, with a broken door in front of him! That man looked like a straight-up psychopath. He stared at me with a death glare. I'd never been more scared of a look before in my life.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to mention that. Since he's basically a nightmare version of himself, he gets whatever abilities you think of, even if they're accidental!" The cat said.

"Yeah, thanks for telling me that before!" I scooped the cat up and shut the sliding door. I wasn't about to climb out of a fire escape with a madman chasing me. As Hitler chased me, I ran to our panic room. I scrambled to press the door open button while holding the cat, praying Hitler didn't catch me in time. When it opened, I ran into the room. I closed the door behind me, just as Hitler got there. He was pretty mad! "Öffne diese Tür jetzt!" (Open this door right now!) He screamed, banging on the door. I guess the panic room door was too strong for even him!

I put the cat down and kneeled to her level. "Ok. You've got a lot of explaining to do! What is all of this?" I asked.

"Well, before I tell you everything, let me tell you my name. My name is Cherie! I'm your spirit animal!" Cherie said.

"Wait... spirit animal" I slapped my knee, and started laughing! "Oh, this is so not real! I'm dreaming! That's right, I'm dreaming! I probably passed out in fear in my classroom, and am asleep at the hospital, right now! I just have to wake myself up!" I pinched myself, trying to wake up, to no avail. "WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?" I asked

"It's not working because you're not asleep, genius!" Cherie said.

"But how? How am I awake, unless I'm hallucinating? How is a long-dead dictator chasing me, trying to kill me?" I asked.

"Do you want me to give it to you straight?" Cherie asked.

"YES!" I yelled. I was finally going to get a straight answer!

"You're cursed," Cherie said.

Talk about a vague answer! "Cursed how, exactly? Whenever a young girl gets cursed, it's usually something that involves sleeping death spells, and I'm not messing with those."

"You have the overactive imagination curse! Whatever you imagine comes to life, no matter how scary!" Talk about a downer! At least Snow White didn't have to deal with a mad dictator kicking her door in!

"So, I'm hallucinating?" I asked.

"No, it's not like that! It's much worse! Your imagination actually creates stuff, so Hitler is very much real! And, he'll wreak havoc again, if you keep fearing him, and making him stronger!" Cherie said.

Alright, now I was scared. Cherie wasn't doing much to help me stop fearing anything! I pointed at the door. "Wait, so, I have to fight him? What about the army or something?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that! He's your villain. He's your arch-nemesis, so you have to muster up the bravery to defeat him!" Cherie said.

I shook my head. "Wait wait wait. How? I'm a high schooler! I can't square off against a superpowered dictator!" I said.

"Angeliana, I was sent here to bestow your powers upon you! That's what you'll use to defeat him!" Cherie said.

"Wait, powers?" I said. I got closer to Cherie. "What kind of powers?" I asked.

The power of pure courage. The more of it you have, the stronger you'll become. Don't forget, this curse affects you, too! You get abilities, also! You just need to learn to hone them!" Cherie said.

"Wait, I can like, chose my own weapon and outfit?" I asked.

"Yep! Whatever you want!" Cherie said.

"Well, I was thinking pink pants, a purple shirt, and pink and purple boots! Oh, and a pink sword! And, because my name is Angeliana, a pair of pink, feathery wings!" I said. As soon as I imagined, the clothes appeared on me, along with the wings. The sword appeared in my hand. "WOAH! What? This... this is amazing!" I said.

"What are you waiting for? Face your biggest fear! I'm rooting for you!" Cherie said.

Suddenly, I didn't feel so ready. "I can't do this. I can't face Adolf Hitler! He's bad enough normal, but now he has abilities?" I said.

"Angel, the fate of the universe depends on you! Hitler knows he's powerful enough! He won't stop with just conquering the world!" Cherie said.

"Ok..." I said. here goes... I thought to myself. I pressed the door combination, and it opened, revealing Hitler. I had to be brave, no matter what happened, but I just couldn't keep my heartbeat in check!

Don't worry... At least he's not one of those creepy cloak-wearing grim reaper dudes who can steal souls like in those scary movies mom won't let me watch yet... I thought.

All of a sudden a dark cloak appeared on Hitler. He ran towards me, and I ran away, trying to get to the front door, Cherie trailing behind me.

"Why'd you power him up more? He feeds off of the stuff you fear!" She asked.

"I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO SAY IT! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WENT BY THOUGHTS, TOO!" This complicated things. I was so scared of him, that anything I thought would be weaponized.

"I'm sorry, I should've mentioned that, too!" Cherie said. We ran out the door, and down the hallway, with Hitler gaining on us. He found a fire axe in a glass case, and broke the glass with his bare hands! He swung it at us, shining esque. He swung for my head. I screamed and ducked. The axe got stuck in the wall, right where my head would've been a millisecond before!

We turned the corner, but it was a dead end! I went and desperately knocked on doors, trying to find someone who would let us in. They were either locked or empty apartments. I was cornered. Hitler was gaining quickly, a nightmarish look on his face, his cloak obscuring his glowing red eyes. Oh, I forgot to mention: one of the things that scare me is people with glowing red eyes!

I backed up against the wall. I thought this was it. I thought I was dead. Since I was so young, I hadn't put much thought into how I would die, but I never thought it would be like this! Not at the hands of a super nightmarish version of Hitler!

He got closer and closer and closer. He raised the axe high above his head. My eyes widened in fear. Fear, and also realization. I was going to die.

He swung the axe down.

So, what do you think? Yeah, that's right! I left you off on a cliffhanger! I wanted to publish my biography, but also make it like a fiction novel, with cliffhangers, and stuff. The next chapter will give you more insight about my powers, and about my quest, so stay tuned!

#Old #writing #wirters on tumblr #author #bookblr

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innercandycoffee · 4 months

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xylophonetangerine · 7 months

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Epistemic status: Half-assed “research” and I straightened some bends (☡ → ～) for brevity and comedic effect. Look it up yourself! What am I, a historian?

Do you know about the neo-nazi Kalergi plan conspiracy theory? It’s one of those hilariously complicated brain-worm induced conspiracy theories that Central European neo-nazis start believing in after they read one too many posts full of blatantly false esoteric knowledge. Imagine a theory-obsessed Twitter communist but instead of inventing new reasons to call people racist they’re inventing new ways of being racist.

So basically in the early 20th century there was this Austro–Japanese guy called Richard Nikolaus Eijiro, Count of Coudenhove-Kalergi who advocated for Paneuropeanism and racial integration to reconcile his wish to be fascist with being biracial. (This is my interpretation! He never supported fascism but it was the new hotness at the time, especially amongst the noble and leisured classes of Europe. More on this below.)

Fast forward about a century and now a bunch of fucking racist nazis think that the EU is a secret conspiracy to commit “white genocide” by forcing racemixing … somehow? Whatever it is that they’re doing doesn’t seem to be working. Get on it, Angela Merkel von der Leyen!

The neo-nazi beliefs in this supposed “Kalergi plan” stem from Kalergi’s utopian vision of European peoples living in harmony with one another with a customs union and a common currency (see, EU). Wikipedia says that in his 1925 book Practical Idealism he said that “Eurasian–Negroid[s]”, would replace “the diversity of peoples” and “[t]oday's races and classes” with a “diversity of individuals” which is basically the modern ideal of universal human rights and personal freedom expressed in a very pre-WWII race-sciency way. Neo-nazis saw this and went insano-mode thinking that universal homogeneity of racial admixture and phenotype was definitely the endgame when the European Coal and Steel Community was set up in 1950 to ease international trading of the coal needed to power the racism factories during European reconstruction. Kalergi’s ideas obviously remained quite marginal and obscure during his lifetime because that was not actually the endgame of the ECSC or any other EU precursor or the EU because we’re all fucking racist!

European scholars, officials, and politicians have retrospectively recognised him as being ahead of his time and laying foundations for the EU. And now that there’s a lecture theatre named after him in some German university or something that’s definitive proof to the nazis that this thing that is obviously not happening is happening and they’re doing it in Brussels or Strasbourg or somewhere!!

Now, about the fascism. When I read about Kalergi I get a strong feeling that he was influenced by fascism. It sounds counterintuitive because he was against racial agitation and antisemitism but it seems pretty obvious that he wanted sweeping geopolitical changes in a very similar way to his fascist contemporaries (i.e., not communism!). Maybe you could call it reverse-Strasserist third-positionism. So yeah, it’s pretty funny actually how it’s essentially ethnonationalism but we’re all one big people :)

Hmm, that sounds just like the EU actually… Wait, are we exploiting and being racist to people outside of our little special boys’ club? Oh no. Shut it down. Cut the cameras! How do I turn this off?!

#a post made for myself #i don't care if you don't care #needed to get this out of my brain #effortpost

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What does everyone want for Xmas?

Quinn: A year without nosey Anons.

Rachel: Quinn. Be nice. Most of our anons this year weren't that nosey.

Santana: And she'd know.

Rachel: Exac- Wait... *turns to face Santana* Was that supposed to be a joke about my nose?

Santana: Yes.

Rachel: I'd be offended if I didn't know you loved my nose.

Santana: Says who?

Dani: *pulling out her phone along with Quinn, Rachel, Melody, Selina, Rae, Jade, Angela, Aubrey, Lucas, Jonathan, Rebecca, and Tamsin: You.

*from various phones, footage of Rachel and a drunk Santana sitting on the couch together with Santana's chin resting on Rachel's shoulder as she stares at Rachel's face.*

Video Santana: I love your nose. I know some people tease you about it-

Video Rachel: Like you.

Video Santana: *nodding in semi-co-ordinated agreement* like me, but... what was I saying?

Video Dani: *off camera* How much you love Rach's nose.

Video Santana: Right. Thanks babe.

Video Dani: *off camera amid a round of laughter from multiple sources* Your welcome, babe.

Video Santana: I love your nose. it's so pretty.

Video Rachel: Thank you.

Video Santana: Big and pretty.

Video Rachel: *sighs* Quinn, can y-

Video Santana: Pretty big! *throws an arm up in cheer, her chin slipping off Rachel's shoulder causing her to face plant in Rachel's lap. Another round of off camera laughs follows.*

Video Santana: *lifts head and tries to give Rachel a sexy wink as she brings a finger up to stroke the ridge of Rachel's nose, nearly poking Rachel in the eye in the process* And I really love the way it rubs against my-"

Video Quinn: *jumps in to pull Santana up, a hand clamped over her mouth* And I think someone needs a trip to the kitchen for a date with Mr. Coffee."

Video Rachel: *over a chorus of boos and Jonathan's voice asking."Rubs against what?"* Thank you Quinn. *turns to Dani's pov* Tell me you got that?"

Video Dani: *on camera on all recordings but her own* Got it.

Video Rachel: Perfect. Remind me to edit it later."

Dani: ... Oops.

Lucas: It's better this way.

Santana: I hate each and every one of you and you are all on the list.

Jonathan: What list?

Santana: *sighs* I need my own spin off. That's what I want for Christmas. My own spin-off far from these pains in my a-

Dani: I want to be part of San's spin off.

Rachel: *grinning* Me too! *looks to Quinn*

Quinn: I already made my wish.

Rachel: Quinn? Please? *gives Quinn puppy dog eyes*

Santana: None of you get to be in my spin off.

Rachel: *turns the puppy eyes on Santana*

Dani: *joins Rachel in giving both Quinn and Santana puppy eyes*

Quinn & Santana: both sigh heavily after a few seconds*

Quinn: Fine. I want to be part of the spin off too.

Santana: Whatever. I hate you both.

Rachel: *wraps Quinn in a tight hug* Thank you, Quinn.

Dani: *wraps Santana in a matching hug* You know you love us.

Santana: *head turned to the side* Lies.

Hannah: *watching the gleeks hug it out* Is it our turn?

Melody: I think so.

Lennox: Knives. I want knives.

Melody: You always want knives.

Lennox: And yet you never get me any.

Melody: You're literally the last person on earth I would every buy a weapon for.

Lennox: Rude.

Melody: You hate me. Would you by knives for someone who hated you?

Lennox: Yes.

Melody: Liar.

Lennox: We're spies. We lie all the time.

Melody: Wrong. we *points to Hannah and herself* are spies. You're a mercenary-for-hire.

Lennox: Only some of the time. Check my backstory.

Hannah: My Christmas wish is for no more Christmas

Jonathan: That seems like a paradox.

Melody: My Christmas wish is for Hannah to love Christmas as much as I do.

Hannah: *running from the room* Nooooooooooooo!

Lennox: I still want knives.

Mal: VKs don't do Christmas.

Tamsin: So you don't want the gifts we got you?

Aurora: And this is why you always save the receipts.

Mal: *eyes the bags full of brightly and elaborately wrapped gifts the other two are holding, all done up in Mal's preferred blues, purples, greens, and blacks.* I- *eyes narrow* How many of those are 'triplet' gifts?

Tamsin: ... definitely not most of many of some of all of them.

Aurora: What she said.

Mal: We're not related!

Selina: If you don't want them *reaches out for one of the bags*

Mal: *eyes glowing green as she growls*

Selina: *pulls hand back* Waste not, want not.

Tamsin: So does that mean you want your presents?

Mal: ... It doesn't mean I agree to do any sister stuff with you.

Aurora: We'll take it.

Tamsin: Yeah, now come on, sis, open your gifts.

Aurora: *hands Mal one of the presents* Start with this one. It's matching pjs.

Tamsin: *opens her robe to reveal her set; peach in colour*

Aurora: *does the same, her set in a pastel yellow*

Selina: Not to late to change you mind.

Mal: Can I wish for her to shut up?

Selina: Only if I can wish for one of your gifts.

Mal: *tosses the still wrapped PJs to Selina* Deal.

Tamsin & Aurora: Awww.

Tamsin: We stitched a little dragon on them and everything.

Aurora: We even had Aubrey charm them so the wings would flap.

Rebecca: *turns to Aubrey* Since when can you can do magic?

Aubrey: *sighs* Why does no one remember my backstory?

Mal: *to Selina* Okay, give them back. I've changed my mind.

Selina: But it's my Christmas wish.

Mal: Beware, foreswear-

Selina: Fine. *tosses the pjs back to Mal, Tamsin and Aurora cheer in the background* I can't fight magic.

Jade: Maybe you should wish for magic, then?

Selina: I- *tilts head to the side* Hmm... *grins as she heads off to her room*

Lucas: Should we be worried about that?

Quinn: Probably. But between the Dragon, the werewolf, the Valkyrie and whatever Aubrey is- *Aubrey gives a frustrated huff in the background* I think we'll be okay... ish... maybe.

Jonathan: One of us could always save our Christmas wish just in case we need to undo Selina's.

Jade: Great idea. Glad you volunteered.

Jonathan: Wait? Wait. I didn't- ...Dang it.

Rae: It's okay, Jonathan. you can have mine. I already have my Christmas wish.

Melody: And what's that?"

Rae: *looking over the rest of them* A pack of my own.

*a chours of 'Awww' can be heard, along with a Santana fake gagging and Jade's muttered 'as bad as Vega'*

Raven: I wouldn't say no to some good mead.

Lucas: That's a little on the nose, don't you think?

Raven: Cliches are cliches for a reason.

Lucas: *nods* Fair enough. I might know a guy.

Tamsin: Santa

Jade: She doesn't really-

Mal: *shakes her head* Safer to let it go. Trust me.

Jonathan: And we do live with a couple of supernatural people. Santa's not a huge stretch when you think about it.

Jade: I take it back, Vega's an improvement on you people.

Maze: Sex

Lucas: Enough said.

Hannah: *from her room down the hall* I could hear more!

Jonathan: How did she hear that?

Jade: Can I wish to have the last ten minutes erased from my memory?

Rebecca: Around here? Probably.

Aubrey: I wouldn't recommend it, though. Memory magic almost always does more harm than good.

Jade: Speak from experience?

Aubrey: *gives Jade small smile.* Perhaps.

Rae: is she trying to be mysterious or does she not remember because of magic?

Jonathan: I have no idea. I was lost, like, ten minutes ago.

Jade: I wish Vega was here-

Tamsin & Aurora: Awww

Jade: -so that I could remind her how I'm better than her in every way.

Tamsin & Aurora: Boooo

Tamsin: More like so you can kiss her in every way possible.

Dani:*under her breath* including the way that rubs your nose against her-

Angela: PS5. I want a PS5.

Jonathan: ooh, yes please.

Jade: You gave up your wish.

Rae: I gave him mine.

Jade: Yours was already fulfilled so it doesn't count.

Rae: I- Wait... That- Huh...

Aubrey: He can have mine. I'm more than capable of fulfilling my own wishes.

Jonathan: Thanks.

Aubrey: Besides, I can play with Jonathan while he's playing with himself.

Jade: Phrasing!

Jonathan: *blushing, looking down at this lap, mumbles "co-op play"*

Hannah: *still from her room* That's what she said!

Lucas: Okay, seriously. How does she do that?

Lennox: Spy.

*rest of the room stares at her*

Lennox: Seriously? None of you thought that she's got this whole place bugged?

Melody: She wouldn't... *trails off, looks towards Hannah's room for a few seconds then gets up and heads off towards it*

Rachel: *looking around the living room* Do you think it's just the public rooms or-

Maze: *grins* only one way to find out.

Aurora: Wouldn't make a difference to me. Outside of a few girls nights with my sisters-

Mal: Still not related

Aurora: Nothing's happened in my room worth spying on.

Maze: I can fix that."

Aurora: *blushes* I think I've made my Christmas wish.

Tamsin: *slips arms around Aurora* Later. After Mal opens all of her presents.

Maze: Fine with me. Gives me time to warm up. *Stands up, giving an exaggerated stretch before she heads for the hall, giving Aurora a wink before she disappears from sight*

Aurora: *whimpers*

Gwyn: I'd say I'll have what she's having, but I'll settle for my room not being bugged.

Jonathan: Same.

Jade: So you don't want the PS5 anymore?

Jonathan: Uh-

Melody: *comes back into the room* Don't worry. No one's rooms are bugged. Just the public spaces: here, the balcony, the hallways, the kitchen, the gym, etcetera."

Rebecca: And not that we don't trust one spy to tell us what another is or isn't doing but... why should we believe you?

Melody: Because I'm management, and I know how to tell when my agents are lying.

Rebecca: Uh-huh. Going to need a little more than that.

Melody: Fine. *turns to Mal who is now wearing a set of PJs like Tamsin and Aurora's, her's in a rich purple and green scale pattern* would you be so kind?

Mal: What? Oh, uh, yeah. Sure. Beware Forswear, what happens in our bedrooms is only for us to share.

Melody: Thank you, Mal.

Mal: Your welcome.

Rebecca: How do we know it worked?

Lucas: I could make it my Christmas wish? That would make sure it works, right?

Lennox: Yeah, if you believe any of this shite. I'm still don't have any knives.

Tamsin: Because we're only making the wishes now. Santa has to come to make them come true.

Jade: *open's mouth*

Mal: *glares at Jade and shakes head*

Jade: *closes mouth*

Rebecca: Well in that case, I wish we all went to bed now so Santa could get here and give us our wishes.

Jade & Lennox: Lame!

Rebecca: And that he brings me someone to write with next year.

Jonathan: Doesn't that count as two wishes?

Rebecca: How many wishes were you given?

Jonathan: Good point. One wish it is.

Tamsin: And I wish We all get our wishes, including Mal spending more time with her twins.

Mal: We're not... *looks at the little animated dragon on her PJs* going to get our wishes until we go to bed... right, sis?

Tamsin: *Squeels in delight as she hugs Mal*

And the mun wishes for fewer porn bots following them. Also time to do some proper rp next year.

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triumph

Part 2 of Hubris

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You promised yourself to stay away from Dieter ... that is until you suddenly find yourself alone with him and he asks for your help.

Notes: I am buzzing with all the love Hubris received from all of you, I'm eternally grateful to everyone who read it and left a comment and asked for a second part, you guys are what keeps me going! I hope I could meet some expectations and give a bit more background on their relationship with this. Huge thanks to Jess @jazzelsaur for feeding me the fluffer line, it was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle to make this story work. And, as ever, I am eternally grateful to Dani @javierpcna for encouraging my ideas, beta-reading ALL my writing, and saying things like "dieter next time: 'tell me you don't hate me and i'll let you come'".

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You’re running late. The whole production is running late. You already lost two days to that tropical storm, and another two when Angela got sick with the flu. And now you’re losing more and more daylight with each passing minute, each second, in fact. Hans, your director, is very particular about this upcoming scene to be shot in natural lighting. Faking it won’t do – it would undermine the grit of Hector’s character.

Only Hector, or rather Dieter, is nowhere to be found – and you’re the one who has been tasked with retrieving him. You were just checking his trailer, both annoyed and relieved at his absence (you had half expected to find him between the legs of the young, pretty camera operator he so often winks at), with no idea where to go next. The exasperation is starting to settle in between your shoulder blades, and you feel a headache coming on, brought on my annoyance and a lack of sleep.

The upcoming scene is essential to get right, you remind yourself when you are about to give up. It will create just enough scandal to generate both negative and positive publicity, and it will make people eager to see the movie. After all, it’s not every day a film shows you its handsome male lead furiously masturbating to his love interest being fucked by her husband she is about to kill. How Hans got the studio to agree to intercut Hector’s orgasm with Selena plunging a knife into her husband’s back you’ll never know. But for some reason this scene takes place at dusk, and Hans’s artistic vision demands for it to be shot in natural light.

With a deep sigh, you push open the door to the makeup trailer, only to find your movement stopped. It’s locked. You give the handle a rattle for good measure, and stop your foot on the ground in frustration when it doesn’t give in. This only leaves one last place to check, and if Dieter isn’t there, you’re pretty sure Hans won’t hesitate to fire you.

The door to the costume trailer is unlocked, and when you push it open, you’re greeted by the sight of your lost star, his chest bare except for a robe that hangs draped around his shoulders, his tight underwear snugly in place. He’s on his phone, standing in the middle of the racks full of clothes and boxes full of shoes, looking like a man without a care in the world, like a man who doesn’t have to worry about production schedules or bossy directors.

Dutifully, you keep your eyes on his face while you wait for him to finish his call. While you tell your nerves to keep quiet. You haven’t been alone with him since that evening a week ago when he … in fact, you’ve been avoiding him. The lie you tell yourself is that you behaved unprofessionally, that he behaved unprofessionally, and you don’t want to encourage that kind of behavior. The truth is that you don’t trust yourself enough to be alone with him, that you know you’re not strong enough to resist him, should he …

His gaze meets yours, and it’s only now he notices he’s not alone. His voice takes on a hushed tone and he turns away from you, but not before he shoots you an icy glance. You’re used to it. That’s all you’ve been getting this past week. You’re not the only one who is being avoidant. Except for that one time you caught him staring at you while Hans was giving one of his never-ending speeches. There had been loathing in Dieter’s eyes, yes, but also something between lust and longing. And that’s when you had known with absolute certainty he also revisits your encounter, he also replays that time when he had you trapped between his body and the wall.

You yourself think about little else.

The last thing you need is to be alone with him right now, especially like this.

Your eyes flicker down to his bare legs, but he ends the phone call right then and turns back around.

“What?” he asks, hands flung up impatiently, at the same time you say, “Why aren’t you in costume?” It’s the only way to be professional about this, to keep a semblance of control.

The anger in his eyes flickers and dies, and is replaced by cold indifference. “It’s not my fault.” This unhelpful explanation is accompanied by a shrug.

You want to shake him, grab his shoulders and shakehim. This isn’t helpful. You’re running so late, you’re about to lose all the daylight, and your star isn’t even in costume yet. You need to come up with a way to fix this, and fast, or Hans will take it out on you.

“Where are the costume people?” you ask him, making a vague gesture at the trailer that only holds you two.

“Isn’t it your job to know the answer to that?”

It’s not, but you don’t want to start a fight. Technically, it’s not his job to know that answer either, and engaging in a discussion would force you to admit that.

“Let’s just wait,” you decide, crossing your arms over your chest to stop any further attempt at conversation.

He agrees with a brief nod and turns his attention back to his phone. You check your watch every few seconds, feeling Hans breathing down your neck. The silence between you is laden, icy, and another word from either of you has the potential to crack it, setting off an avalanche that can’t be stopped. If he was any other colleague, any other man, you could pass the time with idle chit-chat. But it’s out of the question to engage with Dieter beyond what is strictly necessary.

After a few minutes no one from the costume department has appeared, and the panic weighing down on your chest tells you there is only one solution to your problem: You have to get Dieter ready yourself. This is still preferable to Hans giving you another speech about how he’s going to make sure you’re done and will never find work in Hollywood again. After all, how hard can it be? All the hangers are labelled, and Dieter isn’t wearing much in this scene anyway, so there isn’t much that can go wrong. That man hopefully knows how to put on a pair of pants and keep his shirt unbuttoned.

With a resolute huff, you push past him to the nearest rack and begin scanning the labels for his character’s name and the scene number. The handwriting is tiny and almost impossible to read, and you quickly lose the element of surprise.

Dieter knows exactly what you’re doing. He steps behind you, so you feel him looming over your shoulder like a raincloud, a nuisance impossible to get rid of, and remarks, “I usually prefer it when women undress me.”

You ignore him, focusing on the task at hand. This is neither the time nor the place for his little games and you will not indulge him. One of you needs to remain professional.

Unfortunately, Dieter isn’t a man who gives up easily, especially not when he thinks it’s easy for him to gain the upper hand. And, unfortunately for you, you’ve given him a lot of ammunition.

He stops your hands moving the hangers by clamping down hard on the rod, and your fingers brush when you try to pull away. “You’re the assistant director, aren’t you? I would need your professional opinion on something if you have a minute.”

You don’t even have a second, but you turn to him with a sweet smile. “Yes, Dieter? How can I help you?”

“I’m still not sure about the scene we’re about to shoot,” he says slowly, his eyes darting from yours to your mouth and back.

For a few panicked seconds you think he’s about to tell you he doesn’t want to do it, but then that well-known smirk lights up his eyes.

“I’m not sure how to make it realistic,” he goes on, “what to think about to get the right amount of hate and lust across.”

“Well,” you start, raising your shoulders in a shrug, “it’s not my –”

His voice drops to a heavy whisper. “Do you want me to think about your cunt around my cock when I pretend to touch myself?”

Your face heats up; your brain screams at you to lower your gaze, that stare suddenly unbearable. But you refuse to let him win, especially for something as obvious as this. It’s the first time he’s given you any inclination he’s been thinking about your encounter, that it has left some kind of mark on him, and you’re not above capitalizing on that fact.

“What?” you ask, feigning confusion for a few seconds. “Oh, that.” You shake your head, allowing a sweet smile to form on your lips. “To be honest with you, I haven’t been thinking about that at all. But good to know I’ve made such a lasting impression on you.” You pat his arm with amicable contempt.

The touch is a mistake.

He steps closer, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body, making the tight space stuffy and airless. His bare chest is right there, and you fight hard to keep your eyes on his face, so very hard, but you’re only human. You can’t help noticing the sun-kissed skin, dotted with little freckles, a sight all too intimate, but one that feels earned.

He dips his head, so his mouth is right next to your ear. “The needy little whimpers you made tell a different tale.”

You do your best not to let another one of those escape, but there is still the ghost of a sigh released from your tense body. No!You don’t want to cross that line again, not when this is exactly what he wants. He’s cocky and insufferable and too conceited, and he already had you once, a mistake you promised yourself not to repeat.

You make your face hard, ball your hands into fists. “You can think about whatever you want out there; just don’t assume everyone’s world revolves around you.” And before he can give a reply, you push past him with a snappy, “Get ready. Everyone’s waiting.”

Before you reach the door, before you have a chance to compose yourself, to find an excuse for the wetness between your thighs, he speaks, just six words, but they’re enough.

“I need a fluffer, you know.”

Something shifts then, not between the two of you, but inside of you at this insolence. No man has ever spoken to you like that, with so much indifference and demand, like you don’t matter at all – if you weren’t there, he’d ask somebody else. And it puts you right back in that spot you’ve been avoiding like the pest as all your resolve crumbles and is replaced by something else – the need to win this time. You need to put him in his place right now or you’ll give him too much power. And the last thing you need is him figuring out how much he gets to you, how turned on you are by the thought of him touching himself to the memory of being inside of you, the memory of the sounds you made for him, how hard your nails are digging into your palms as you fight to keep yourself from jumping him.

This is a strictly professional exchange.

He asked you for something people do every day, asked you for it, one colleague to the other.

You’re just doing your job.

When you turn back around, slowly, calculatingly, he’s facing away from you. You don’t have any trouble imagining the smirk on his face as he feels oh so pleased with himself for having chased you off. But you’re still here, you refuse to cower before him as so many people undoubtedly do. And with silent steps, you make your way back toward him, careful not to give your persisting presence away.

You come close enough to him to be able to reach out and touch him, but not close enough so he can feel the warmth of your body. You need him completely unaware of what you are about to do. Your fingers twitch in anticipation. Last time you didn’t get to touch him, only feel him inside of you, and even though you’d never admit it to him, you cannot wait to find out what his cock feels like resting in the palm of your hand.

He's half hard, warm through the fabric of his boxer shorts. Both these things don’t surprise you. What does surprise you though is the curse he utters through clenched teeth as your palm presses into the bulge and he stumbles back a step, his back connecting with your chest. The heat radiating off his body makes sweat erupt at your temple, makes your skin prickle, and you tell yourself it has nothing to do with the fact you can feel him grow harder under your hand almost instantly. You just press him closer into you, making it harder for him to get out of your grip without at least a tiny struggle. He’s right where you want him – in the palm of your hand.

You casually run your hand over his length that is now firmly pressing against the stretching fabric with unmistakable interest. He gulps for air in a way that makes pride surge through you – pride and arousal.

“What are you doing?” It’s just a growl, not even enunciated properly, and yet it makes your knees wobble.

With as much calm as you can muster (and a deep intake of breath he definitely feels against his back), you answer, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He huffs out something that could be a laugh – you cannot be quite sure with his back to you, but then he says, “Never -- never thought you’d actually do it.”

That almost makes you laugh, but you focus your attention on stroking him through his shorts, reveling in the twitches you feel against your palm. Of course he didn’t think you’d do it … he always assumes he has the upper hand.

“Oh?” you make, leaning forward so your mouth is next to his ear. “Why not?”

You want him to lean back and give himself over to you, but he doesn’t, not when there is still a chance he could win this battle. “Don’t you hate me?”

The question makes you slow down, lighten the hold you have on him. This could be a trap, and you don’t want to fall into it, you don’t want to give him more power over you than he already has. But something in his voice catches you off-guard, something that sounds like vulnerability. Or maybe you just want it to be.

“You asked me for assistance as your colleague,” you finally answer. “That’s all this is … after all, we want the movie to be good, don’t we?”

Before you can go deeper down the hole of what exactly this is, you yank down his underwear, just like he did with yours a week ago, and wrap your hand firmly around his cock. His breathing stutters and you hear a noise that’s not quite a moan but definitely has the potential to be one if he just let down his guard. For a reason you don’t want to examine too closely, you yearn for it, for both the sounds he would make and the sex you could share if you both trusted each other. A dangerous thought, one you quickly get rid of by stroking him, squeezing him, feeling him pulse, and your cunt clenches in response, pulling all the blood from your brain, stopping any thoughts before they can form. Instead, you’re overwhelmed with the memory of him being inside of you, how good he made you feel even though you both weren’t looking to give. A shudder runs through his body and makes you bring up your free arm and wrap it around his chest to keep him in place.

At the same time, both you and him look down to where he’s resting in your hand, to where you circle the tip, collect precum on your palm, spread it over his length, increase the pace with which you run your hand up and down, twist, up and down again. It’s a mesmerizing sight, his flushed skin against yours, the view of something this powerful kept in place by just your grip. And you have to admit that you like to watch yourself give him pleasure, that this isn’t just about wanting to be in charge but also wanting to please him.

And then he ruins it. “Would you like to be in a movie with me?” He tries to turn his head, but you don’t let him, instead snapping back to attention. “A private one?” he adds.

So he does like this too, so much he wants to be able to relive it.

You do laugh this time because that thought makes you feel dizzy, and say, “No.”

You twist your fingers around the head of his cock, and his hands shoot up to grab the rack in front of him, steadying himself. The sound of the hangers rattling together echoes through the tiny space, accompanied by his pants as he tries to gain back control.

He fails.

“Fuck, yeah – that’s it,” he murmurs, thrusting into your hand. “Just like that.”

He twitches impatiently against your palm, so you indulge him, jerk him off rougher. And finally – finally! – his eyes fall shut and you watch the muscles in his neck relax.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Shit, shit, shit! You – you’re so good at this, fuck … yeah fuck, harder, come on.”

Heat slams into your body, heat and arousal. You realize just how empty your cunt is, just how much you want to be filled, and you wish you could hear him say the same things when he’s buried inside of you, telling you how tight you feel, how wet, how hard it is for him to hold back. For a brief moment, you want to take care of him, you want him to come all over your hand, you want to feel him come undone, you want to be the one to put him back together. You want it enough for you to almost abandon your plan … almost.

You give him a few more strokes, rough, quick, let him thrust into your hand.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he pants, eyes screwed shut in concentration, desperate to find release in your grip.

And then you stop.

The second you remove your hand, he whips around, fury on his face. His eyes are dark, darker than they should be even in this shadowed space, and it takes you some restraint not to stumble away from him. His chest and neck are covered in a sheen of sweat, the skin is flush with arousal, his hard breath is making him tremble. You try very hard to keep your eyes on his face because lowering them would mean to acknowledge his hard cock. It would mean to acknowledge how much you want him inside of you.

“What the fuck, woman?” he spits.

You shrug, fixing your gaze on a pulsing vein in his neck so you don’t have to look directly into his eyes, and say, “Do you even know what a fluffer does? Google it.” Before he can answer you, before he can makeyou finish what you started, you grab a shirt and a pair of pants from the rack and fling them at him. “Get ready.”

Triumph surges through you, makes you feel light-headed. You have to fight to keep down a smile, a twinkle in your eyes, the rush of happiness you suddenly feel. Sure of your victory, you turn around, ready to leave.

His hand closes around your wrist and he whips you back around, so fast you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. You’re so close to him you feel his breath against your cheeks, against your lips, you could lose yourself in his eyes if you let your guard down, and for one wild, heart-pounding, exhilarating moment you think he’s going to kiss you. But he’s still furious, he’s still panting, and you feel his cock pressing into your hip with insistence, shattering your romantic notions. Despite the anger, his smirk makes its way back onto his face, not his usual one, the one he puts on when he’s teasing you, but a menacing one that makes you swallow hard, a motion you have no control over.

He notices, sees your skin jump, and his free hand closes around your throat, not hard, but with a steady grip that makes your pupils dilate and your pulse pick up speed.

“We’re not done yet.”

It’s a threat, you know it is.

And he’s right, you’re definitely not done yet.

But then he shoves you away, pulls up his underwear, and storms off.

You’re lost. You are completely lost, your feelings of triumph gone. On unsteady legs, you stumble backwards, deeper into the trailer, until your back hits the wall and you slide down, shaking and trembling and yearning, hating yourself for feeling his loss so strongly, like you lost one of your limbs. Before you can form a rational thought, you shove your hand into your pants, your fingers into your aching cunt, chasing that feeling of how it felt to have them wrapped around his full, hard cock. You ride them, pushing yourself off the ground on your heels, rolling your hips in desperate circles. Quickly, you bite down on your other hand, muffling the frantic whimpers that escape you – one tiny part of your brain is still afraid of getting caught, while the rest of your body is yearning for the one man you’re supposed to keep away from.

Because you hate him.

You hate him for how quickly you make yourself come, for how hard you clench around your own fingers.

And you hate him for how empty and unsatisfied you feel afterwards.

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#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #the bubble #pedro pascal #fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #you guys are literally the best!!!#i love all of you for being so in love with dieter #and i know the gif is technically not dieter but the vibes!!!#anyway i hope you all enjoy this

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