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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Not as much as I would like, but it has begun :D

For @soniabigcheese cos it is her fault :D

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As always, Thunderbird One arrived first on the scene. Virgil listened in as his brother defended their right to attend the emergency. John had looped in all their comms, including the Island so they all knew exactly what was happening.

Scott was polite, but firm.

“Colonel, we have the equipment and there are a thousand lives at stake. Can we at least put aside the political situation and save these people.” Barrett, the brand new commander of World Rescue was apparently the one in charge.

“Tracy, we have the situation in hand. You are barred from interfering.”

“Colonel, Thunderbird Two is inbound. She has the equipment to support the platform. At least let her assist!”

“We don’t need your assistance. Go home to your fancy little island.”

There was silence from Scott as Two approached and shifted to a hover beside her sister. Gordon was muttering under his breath. They were fortunate comms were set to only one way.

Virgil eyed the platform, raking it with Two’s sensors.

A flick of a switch. “Thunderbird One, be advised that the structural support of the runway is failing.” Several red exclamation icons flashed up on Virgil’s display. “It’s not going to last much longer.”

“Acknowledged, Thunderbird Two.” The frustration in his brother’s voice bent airwaves.

Another GDF flyer swooped in from the other side the platform. Virgil’s eyes bugged out as he realised that this flyer, too, was going to attempt to land on the remains of the runway. Hadn’t they learnt from the first one??

He knew how much one of those craft weighed. He knew how fragile the structure was. His hand slammed down on comms. “GDF Flight Zero-Seven-Tango, abort landing! ABORT!”

Wheels touched down.

“NO!”

The runway crumpled. The flyer tipped as the structure failed, its engines in the wrong position for an effective lift.

Virgil didn’t hesitate. He fired Two’s rear thrusters and swooped in over the falling plane. Grapples were fired to the sound of yelling over comms and Two’s VTOL howled as she took the weight of the flyer.

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“I’m not going to be able to hold her long. Zero-Seven-Tango, right your VTOL and engage lift.”

The pilot didn’t respond, but the flyer’s thrusters rotated into position and fired.

Virgil edged Two out of the huge craft’s new flight path as he disengaged grapple support. The GDF craft hovered up between the platform and Thunderbird Two.

Not a word was said.

It paused as if to stare at the Thunderbird before rising above it and taking up a position out of the immediate danger zone.

It sat there watching.

Virgil frowned at his instruments, but he didn’t have time to worry about whatever the hell they were doing. The collapse of the last portion of the runway had destabilised the platform further. It’s angle was skewed even more towards the ‘fall out of the sky’ ultimatum it was threatening.

Scott was yelling at someone.

Virgil tuned out the argument about their rights to save people and set about saving those people instead.

“Deploying airjacks.”

Two’s belly hatch opened and six of the hover devices flew out. Essentially emergency hoverjets, the airjacks were designed to attach to aircraft, or in this case, air platform and replace failing VTOL or other jets to keep a vehicle in the sky long enough for an evac.

If there was ever a situation in need of them, this was it.

Virgil directed each jack to a structurally safe point to lift. Unfortunately, they were only a temporary solution and there was a time limit, but hopefully it would be enough.

The whole platform groaned as the jacks took the overbalanced weight and held the craft in place. It was still listing, but it wasn’t going to tilt any further for some time.

“Colonel Barrett, quite frankly I don’t care for your opinion. Twice now your actions have endangered lives further. International Rescue has the tools and the experience to save these people. For the love of god, get over yourself.”

Barrett’s response was colourful, but at least it was distracted enough for Thunderbird Two to assist without interference.

Virgil eyed his display. “Thunderbird Five, how goes the escape pod situation?”

“Promising. Eos is rewriting code to work around damaged networks. We will need someone on site to connect crucial systems.”

“FAB. We need to save the pilots of the two crashed planes first. Gordon and I will handle that. Let us know when you need that extra helping hand.” A pause. “And call the GDF and ask them to send in a few of their people carriers, just in case.” Why they weren’t already here was a mystery in itself.

“FAB.”

Scott wasn’t swearing, but his frustration was melting Virgil’s comms.

Time was a major factor here.

“Gordon, you’ve got the crippled flyer. I’ll grab the pilot from the first plane.”

His brother slipped out of his seat as Virgil shifted Two into position above the two disabled craft.

Virgil donned his exosuit. There was no doubt he was going to need it. The first plane was a crumpled mess.

Gordon lowered himself through Two’s front hatch while Virgil exited the same way as the jacks had earlier. Both had folded basket stretchers dangling beside them.

Virgil forced himself to focus despite the vitriol flying across comms. Barrett had apparently been supplanted by Wainwright herself. The woman’s screech of a voice grated on his nerves.

If only the world could hear the crap they were having to put up with just to do the right thing.

He was almost to the wreck when he caught a flicker out of the corner of his eye. He frowned as a holocam zipped into a hover beside him.

What the hell?

And then he realised that of the thousand people they were attempting to save, no doubt there would be a large party of press.

Here to document the launch of ‘World Rescue’.

Now looking for the next best thing - any and all dirt on International Rescue.

Virgil glared at the camera a moment before turning back to doing what he was here to do.

He ignored the annoyance and didn’t even really notice when it was joined by friends.

The plane that had caused this mess had slammed into the runway at an angle. It was one hell of a screwed up landing and Virgil had never seen the like. The cockpit had been almost completely sheared off, its safety capsule wrapping around the safety rail. It was this simple crumpling of metal that had saved the pilot when the plane’s fuel source had exploded, taking out the platform’s hoverjet below.

It was also the reason why the capsule hadn’t fallen with all the extra damage the GDF had managed to do. It was hooked to the railing and hanging there like a mangled pendulum.

Virgil interfaced with Two’s systems and lowered a magnetic grapple to secure the craft before boarding.

“Virg, I’ve got the two pilots from the flyer. One is uninjured, but the other has a bleeder. Securing in the medbay.”

“FAB, Gordon.” Virgil pried open the remains of the safety capsule with the combination of a claw and his laser. Unconscious and bloodied, the pilot was still strapped into her seat. A quick scan revealed a broken arm, head injury and multiple contusions. Remarkably little damage considering the mess made of her plane.

A holocam buzzed into his peripheral vision again. What?

A frustrated claw swiped the camera out of the air. A kick jammed it in a corner, lens to the fuselage.

Virgil busied himself manoeuvring the pilot into a basket stretcher.

“Pilot secured. Returning to Thunderbird Two.”

He emerged from the damaged capsule into a flock of holocams.

What the hell?!

“Thunderbird Five, can we kill the publicity please.”

“FAB.”

The flock suddenly backed off to a more reasonable distance, but they didn’t go away. As Virgil drew himself and his rescuee up into the belly of Two, the swarm followed at a respectable distance.

“John, why are they still following me?”

“The world wants the truth, Virgil. Let’s give it to them.”

“So they can warp it again?”

“We’ll see.”

At that tone, Virgil immediately grew suspicious. “What are you planning, Johnny?”

His brother’s voice was all innocence. “I’m just doing what needs to be done.” And the predictable grump. “And don’t call me Johnny.”

Virgil grunted across comms as he was swallowed by his ‘bird.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #nuttys fandomversary

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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“Hear this now – I will always come for you” prompt with Fili x Reader 😘

YOU MEAN MY BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND?? HOW CAN I REFUSE

He had arrived at your quaint town on a warm summer’s day. Within the week he had made quite the name for himself as a blacksmith. The woman in town giggled at him and the men were weary. What was a dwarf and his brother doing in a town so far from where they belonged? And why were they taking up work? But they earned their place and every night Fili and Kili were in your bar, laughing over a pint, cheeks red and smiles bright. It had been a pleasant noise, his laugh. Warm like a fire and sweet like honey.

You had become one of the starry eyed woman looking his way. It was difficult not to. His rugged beauty was magnetizing. You were being pulled in and simply couldnt help it. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiled were endearing, he must smile a lot. You often caught his brother looking your way, eyebrows raised and a mischievous look in his eye. The blonde, more often than not, had his back turned to you when he slid into the booth across the room. But you knew he knew of you, it was hard to not become acquainted in some way after weeks of them coming in like clockwork.

It was nearing fall when Fili had finally stood after Kili had looked your way, eyebrows disappearing into his bangs. Your breath had caught in your throat when you’d realized the man was coming your way. He had a bashful look on his face, not quite meeting your gaze. He set his empty pint on the counter and looked around him like a spooked animal. The bar was mostly quiet, except for your favorite regular who always took an alcohol induced nap at your counter top and a couple mumbling friends who sat in the far corner.

“Refill?” You asked, not quite sure why your heart was getting so worked up.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could get your name,” He said, his voice filling your ears beautifully and making your head fuzzy. He could have said anything to you and you would have been a puddle on the floor. But you were so shocked you didn’t respond very quickly. He wanted to know your name? Why? You couldn’t help the awkward smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“And why is my name the business of you, blacksmith?” Why, why, why? You asked yourself. You wanted him to know your name. You stopped beating yourself up however when he seemed to relax, his hearty laugh spilling out as he tossed his head back, a grin left on his face.

“I s’pose it isn’t, can’t blame me for wanting a beautiful maiden’s name, can you?” Heat spread through your cheeks and down your neck and you swept a stubborn curl of hair behind your ear as embarrassment took over. He called you beautiful. Oh gods above, this is where I die.

“O-oh... I guess not,” You fumbled. “Y/N, my name is Y/N. But I ask that you share me the same courtesy, blacksmith,” His grin turned wolfish and he extended his hand to you.

“Fili, m’lady. It’s a pleasure to be acquainted with ya,” Your heart was his in a second.

The days after that had blurred together. Playful dates in the meadow nearby, splashing in the stream and collapsing in the grass together, hands intertwined. You’d felt young and foolish and indescribably happy. His smile was like sunshine and he had lit up your world. Days bled into nights and he was staying with you half the time. He was a strong man but held you like you were glass and he curled around you every night, arms wound around you like he was scared he’d break you but secure enough that you felt he didn’t want to let you go.

It was a stormy day when you’d been seated on your bed with him. Bringing your blanket tighter around your nude body at the chill that had seeped through the cracks in the boards, you let your hands tangle in his hair. Grabbing your wrist, Fili pressed a firm kiss to your palm and returned your fingers to his golden locks. You fiddled with the beads spread throughout. His eyelids drooped at the relaxed feeling he got from you touching him.

“Where are we headed?” You asked simply.

“Hopefully back under the sheets,” He’d teased, teeth flashing smugly.

You smacked his chest, eyes rolling, yet you couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your features. Fili could always make you smile.

“What I mean to say is... Do you love me?” You bit your lip and dropped your eyes from his. The poor dwarf was absolutely stunned.

“I thought I’d made that clear, my love,” You smiled and nodded fingers dropping from his hair to intertwine with his own digits.

“Of course you have sunshine, but um.... Gods this is embarrassing,” You dropped off, leaning forward to hide your face in the blankets. “Kili he um... he mentioned something about how when a dwarf is courting someone, they give them a bead to wear in their hair after braiding it... I should have even brought it up-”

Fili’s lips brushed against yours and you froze for a second before giving him another feather light kiss.

“I want to,” He began, his eyes suddenly turning sad, “ But I got word yesterday from my uncle... Y/N... please believe me when I say I love you and my heart is yours, but my brother and I must leave. I-I was going to tell you-” He began at your crestfallen look. “I can’t tie you down right before I leave. I don’t know if I’ll make it back, and I can’t have you waiting on a corpse...”

You had wrapped your blankets around you and gotten out of the bed, turning your back to him so he didn’t see the tears that had already begun to form. “Don’t say that,” You begged quietly. “It hurts enough that you’re going, I can’t even bear to think of you d-dying.” You sniffled and his hand was against your back in a second, pulling you close to him and you inhaled heavily. Sandalwood and coal and a natural musk that was simply Fili.

Moments passed and you burrowed into his chest, sighing as your tears fell. “I’d wait forever for you,” You admitted and you could feel the shudder that ran through his chest as his breath caught.

“I couldn’t ask that of you,” He mumbled, fingers tangling in your hair and keeping you pressed against him.

“I’m not asking you to, just know that regardless of what happens, I will wait for you. So no talk of dying, just come back when you can,” You tried to sound more sure than you felt. Tried to stop the shaking in your hands as you wiped your tears away. Fili’s eyes were wide and clear as he looked at you with an admiration that left you feeling warm and loved. His chapped lips lingered against your forehead and he let out a shaky breath.

“Hear this now – I will come back for you” Fili promised, his hands cupping your face, making you look at him. You nodded and he smashed his lips to yours as if he was sealing the oath between you too.

The next day he had packed up and gone with Kili. You had watched his form grow smaller as the distance had grown between you two. Your heart constricted and you had to pull yourself together when he completely vanished from your sight. You fiddled with the braid he had done himself the night before, hands skating over the intricate bead he had gifted you with. A part of his promise.

Now, you gazed across the chipped bar top, absentmindedly drying the poor mug you’d had in your hand for the past ten minutes.The laughter and hollering was steady, and loud enough to rattle anyone’s nerves but tonight it fell on deaf ears. Your mind was a million miles away. Or rather, your heart was. You sighed heavily, slamming the glass down a bit too hard before reaching for the next one. Was Fili a million miles away? You had no way of knowing.

The summer had been chased away by the chill and each day you wondered where your love might be. You knew he’d come back- you had to believe that. Worries that air no longer filled his lungs and his heart no longer beat sent you spiraling so you did your best to avoid the thoughts like that. Fili would come back for you.

For now you just had to work and let the days pass. Eventually he’d come like he once had and he’d sweep you off your feet.

#fili x reader #fili durin #fili durin x reader #hobbit #pre-hobbit events i suppose #HE IS MY FAVORITE #@starofthedawn #WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS #I LOVE HIM #<3 #request #writing prompt

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fanworks-library · 3 years

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summary: youre just a completely ordinary college student living in a post monster world

pairing: dr w,d gaster/reader

tags: reader-insert, reader with a vag, noncon

You had never been very lucky in life. Some days, frankly, you wanted to give up. But you had determination and held on.

Recently, you were starting to feel like your determination was finally, finally paying off.

Even though you had bottom barrel grades and a shitty attendance record all throughout high school, you had gotten into your first choice university. On top of that, you had got a full scholarship that included room and board. You were sure there had been some mistake but you weren’t about to pursue that line inquiry.

Even this dorm of yours was a dream come true.

You had applied for a single person room; on a whim, really. There was no way someone like you would get it. But just a week before the move-in date, you received a letter from the school saying that under recommendation of your doctor a single person room was needed for you and your request was approved.

Well, you didn’t have a doctor. Like, maybe you needed one; sure, but you sure as heck couldn’t afford one.

You were benefiting from someone’s mistakes and it took you a few weeks to be okay with that.

While you had never been to the city the university was in before your move-in day, you had for, some reason, always wanted to live there. Your inexplicable feeling was right; you absolutely loved it. Not that you got out much, but you loved every quaint small business and aged building fronts. You loved the ancient trees, the fields of flowers and the cobblestone roads. It was like traveling back in time and made you feel, for once in your life, at home.

This was an opportunity of a lifetime and…

You were on the precipice of fucking it completely up every single day.

You had absolutely no idea what to major in so you applied under Undeclared. You had until the end of Sophomore year to make a declaration but you were already feeling like trash about it. Everyone else in your class had drive, had goals; knew exactly who they were and what they wanted to do. Except you.

You’d tell anyone who asked that you just wanted to get all the electives and gen ed courses out of the way, to which you often got mummers of support and “Good idea, I should have done that,” but you were fairly certain that your lie was transparent and others were mocking you with fake sympathy. You hated it.

Your classes were simultaneously overwhelming and under stimulating. You were struggling keeping all your grades above failing. Well, all except for one;

This semester you were taking Introduction to Monster History as an elective.

The speed which the overworld had gotten use to the monsters being back was nothing short of incredible. It was like they never left. By the end of the week, it was old news.

Especially in the city you were in. It was the first one monsters reached when they came down from the Mount Ebott. The outskirts of the city wrapped around the mountains base; civilization petered out, the last road turned into a dirt path that led to the woods that went all the way to the top.

You knew because you had walked it before. The barrier may have been broken but a fall like that sounded pretty good at the time. Last semester’s finals had been particularly killer on your self esteem.

But now, you finally had a class you were actually good at.

Even on your very worst days, you still dragged yourself to this class. You weren’t afraid to be called on randomly, to raise your hand or just blurt an answer out.

Sometimes, when you did your reading assignment, it felt like you had read them before. And even when you winged a test you basically got everything right.

Was this what it was like to be good at something? You were sure you had never felt happier in your entire life.

But you were still, unfortunately, you; so when the final project was assigned you waited the last minute to do anything about it. The final was in three parts; part one was your typical test, part two and three went hand in hand. You had to write a research paper and do an interview with a monster that later had to be quoted in your paper with proper citations.

At first that third part sounded pretty impossible but many of your classmates were monsters and most of them were really eager to share about their lives in the underground.

The professor had kindly set up a suggestion board for theses. But, as aforementioned, since you waited until the last moment, every last one of them was gone. That’s when you panicked and realized you better kicked it into high gear.

So, you spent the rest of the week pouring over your class books. Then over books in the library that were written by monsters (you were surprised how unorthodox and laid back the nonfiction books were written).

The more and more you read, the more you realized how absolutely in love with monster history you were.

You had to write a paper that would blow your teacher away. If you got a good grade on this…yes, if you get a good grade on this you would absolutely declare your major to History with a focus on Monsterkind!

You exhausted the library’s resources with speed that surprised you. You scourged the internet. Your interests jumped from one topic to another. Your notebook was filled with notes and thesis ideas. Many you deemed too boring after an hour of reading up on it.

You needed a way to narrow everything down and make a choice. So, you decided to make a timeline with different color highlighters, each color representing an important monster to their culture and then in their colors you’d highlight your notes and the one that monster or that time period had the most interesting facts you would write about.

Maybe something even ridiculously specific, like trade of monsterfood during such and such time. You didn’t know what you were looking for until the third or fourth time you had to start the timeline over.

You had been, up until that point, ripping out the notebook pages, crumpling them up and tossing them on the floor because you had believed you were messing up.

But it wasn’t you that was messing it up (for once), it was something about the source material that was messed up.

Dates weren’t lining up right. Birth dates, death dates, dates of important events. Your yellow highlighter was frequently going over the purple one. And there there were gaps that none of the highlighters could fill.

You knew what your paper was going to be about.

Going back through all the books you had taken from the library and all the books you had for your class, you went through the text with laser focus. You returned to the internet until you were on the tenth O in the google.

Due to how long monsters lived and how peaceful they were, they didn’t really have that much history to get all tangled up in, it wasn’t like it was with humans. Everything flowed smoothly from one year to another, a clear and easy to see timeline like a 12 piece puzzle, except…except for one thing.

One piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit into any of the groves right yet came in the box with the others.

Armed with actual notecards and a notebook filled with actual honest to god research for once you were ready to start your paper at the final hour.

The blank word doc started at you and you back at it.

You attempted to pluck out some kind of a title:

Who is W.D Gaster? (You deleted it.)

Where is W.D Gaster? (You deleted it.)

When is W.D Gaster? (You deleted it.)

Your eyes were feeling kinda heavy. When was the last time you slept? Days likely but you couldn’t sleep yet not now that you were actually working on something. You still had to interview someone and this thing was due on Monday at 12:00 am on the dot and it was Friday.

Maybe it was time for a change of music, you thought but forgot what you were doing after opening the tab.

Time to throw in the town for today, there was no way you could work like this. You still had two full days to do this which was one day extra than your usual poor planning cram sessions. So, instead of whatever screaming metal you were going to turn on, you turned a nature sound generator on instead.

(You set it to rain on roof at 79%, wind in leaves at 62%, thunder at 100% with the second option in the green bar drop down menu) and forest ambience at 79%)

Your muscles relaxed the moment you hit the bed, falling back on it with a triumphant umph. Lulled by the sounds coming from your computer, you fell asleep before you could even get under the covers.

Something woke you up.

Your computer which should have been emitting the soothing sounds of a rain storm was now making an awful garbled static. It had cut through the quiet of your dorm so suddenly and loudly that it had woken you up. There was a strange rattling sound you recognized but you knew you shouldn’t be hearing. Your brain was too tired to worry too much about any of this.

It was dark outside, dark in your room. You didn’t bother looking at your clock to see what time it was.

You didn’t feel like getting up and investigating that strange sound, or fixing the awful sound coming from your computer. You were so tired that the discordant sounds couldn’t stop you from closing your eyes and getting back to sleep.

Something grazed your cheek gently and in your half asleep state you reflectively leaned into that something without a thought. Whatever was touching you gave off the feeling of being shocked, like static electricity; only low and cold and constant. It wasn’t entire unpleasant. And the feeling of deja vu rattled in your sleepy head. Was this a dream?

Maybe one you’ve had before?

And then you felt your hair get mossed about, which caused you to open your eyes. You didn’t turn the ceiling fan on before you went to bed, there wasn’t like a breeze or anything in your room.

You felt it again, more distinct this time, like someone running their fingers through your hair.

Startled, you went to get up as quick as possible. You mind rationally jumped to There Is A Massive Spider In My Hair. And you were going to get it out, only—

Your movement was met with resistance. Your shoulders weren’t even a half an inch off the bed before you found yourself pushed back down. Pinned.

There was that rattling sound again.

You attempted to move your legs. You could wiggle them a bit but not get them up. The same with your arms. What…? What was this!? Was this sleep paralysis?

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the room felt big and dizzy. The static from your computer was barely audible over the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ear drum.

There was another noise, that weird rattling sound again.

It clicked in your brain finally. It was the sound of your keyboard. It was missing a leg so it hopped up and down, rattling against your desk, when being typed on.

You had just seen the screen of your desktop for a half of a second when you had jolted up. Just enough time to see a line of new type on it before you had been pinned down to the bed.

Something brushed against your neck causing you to yelp. You turned your head even though there was no way you could angle your face to see what it was.

Outside the corner of your eye, you could see another line being added to your semi-blank word doc. From your bed you couldn’t make it out but it didn’t exactly look like letters. You could see a third line start just as something that most definitely felt like hand push your head so that you were looking at the ceiling.

You heard your keyboard rattle again.

You tried to jerk your head out of the invisible grasp but it held firm, the feeling of large unseen fingers dug into your jawline.

Another invisible hand settled around your throat, this one squeeze for a second and you panicked. Maybe you were having a stroke, people choke to death then don’t they? You were having some kind of strange stroke and you were going to suffocate on your own organs.

The pressure on your neck grew tighter and tighter while was felt unmistakably like hands ran across your chest. It then let up completely, suddenly, while the hands on your chest explored your shape. You gasped for breath.

While you were busy getting air in your lungs the hands left your chest and started to navigate south. They ran along your sides, stretching down to your stomach.

With what limited movement you had, you struggled against whatever force was keeping you on the bed. It was moving under the shirt now, you tried to get a look at it but you couldn’t get your head out of the vice grip.

Struggling only made the unseen force hold onto you tighter.

When what felt very much like hands reach your bare skin again you gasped, the touch was cold yet electric and you could feel goosebumps being raised. And you could feel two new hands run down the sides of your hips to your legs.

They just barely touched your thighs as they rans down your legs, finger tips spidering over your skin. Harder, they pressed against your calves and then again up to your thighs, on the inside now before pulling your legs farther apart.

You were starfished; pinned on your bed like a frog waiting to be dissected.

What felt unmistakably like a finger pressed itself against your lips as the sensation of hands returned to your chest, this time under your clothes. You weren’t going to let whatever this was in your mouth. You kept your lips such even as the fingers were massaging your chest, roughly then softly, pulling and digging in.

The energy they were giving up almost had you gasping but you kept your lips good and shut, that is; until whatever this was pressed down on your clit,phasing right through your clothes.

The sudden shock made you gasp and the fingers invaded your mouth. You gagged against the intrusion, attempting to push what really felt like two large fingers from going farther into your mouth, your tongue was overpowered and they slid down with ease, pushing to the back of your throat, where you started gagging anew, just when you thought you were going to throw up the fingers moved back. Your face was already beginning to feel sore from how stretched your lips were across the fingers.

The tip of an unseen finger was rubbing circles against your clit at a painfully slow pace, the movement felt almost mechanical; lacking any sort of variation.

The low static hum being pulsed into you from the touch caused your hips to buck and you were mortified at yourself, trying to gain purchase, trying to urge whatever was happening to you to happen harder and faster.

This hallucination, this nightmare, took the hint and picked up speed. You whined, your steadily heavy growing breath muffled by the fingers that were running the length of your mouth. Drool was slipping passed your lips, being pushed out by the friction of the fingers, running down to your chin.

You hips were jerking, everything was so overwhelming, hands were at your side running slow, tips of fingers barely grazing your skin, hands ran from your neck over to your chest, giving you the vague sense that your pulse and heart beat were being checked upon continuously.

Your hair was being touched; gently. Lovingly. Your checks being brushed upon by backs of invisible hands, and just when you thought you were at your limit, a finger was running the length of your vagina.

Only now did you realize how wet you were, feeling your own fluid being rubbed against your folds.

You were attempting to mentally ready yourself for what was going to happen next. You knew it was coming. The finger pushed itself to what you assumed was the knuckle on the single go, the length filling your limit. It knocked the wind out of you. The silent moan was caught in your throat and the force of the entry caused your upper half to lift up, braced against the hands that were holding your shoulders down.

You fell back on the bed and bucked your hips, which pushed the massive finger further in. You had thought there was no way that there was more to it, but you were wrong. It hit up against the farthest part of you and freed the muted cry.

Your moan was muffled by the fingers pumping away in the same slow mechanical pacing.

You were focusing now on keeping your body as still as possible but you were shaking. The feeling of electricity ran through your cunt and you couldn’t take it.

Another finger joined in and, as wet as you were, you were feeling uncomfortably stretched. What was being inserted into you felt like burning against your clenching walls.

The fingers curled, keeping their steady pace. You sobbed against the fingers that were once again pushing the limits of your gag reflexes.

You heard your keyboard rattle again.

Losing yourself now, your hips rose and fell; desperate for more speed so you could just finish already.

A new set of hands held your hips firmly in place while the fingers worked. This time your movements didn’t prompt them to work faster.

You let out a panicked cry when your lower half was suddenly lifted up. You were being supported and your mind was scrambling for logical explanations.

None came to mind.

Two hands were gently spreading your ass and you gave a half-hearted struggle, you didn’t hand the grip to tighten but you wanted out of this. You could barely form complete thoughts at this point and you were dizzy from trying to make sense of what was happening.

The two fingers cried out and, despite yourself, you cried out at the loss in desperation. One of the two fingers pushed into your anus completely, your own fluids weren’t enough to make that entry comfortable. If you weren’t being muffled you were sure your dorm neighbor would have heard the noise you made.

The finger was slowly working in and out of you, just like it had in your pussy a moment ago.

A new finger had replace the two that had left and started at a sudden, quick pace, curling just right against your g spot. The pace was unbearable and the fingers holding you in place were gripping hard as your body attempted to curl up on itself.

The finger on your clit was coming down hard on you now. You could feel it bruising already and yet it wasn’t enough. You weren’t surprised to feel tears running down your face but you couldn’t remember when you had started crying. Your choked sobs and moans were muffled by the fingers in your mouth. Your were just barely aware of the keyboard rattling.

You were so close to cumming, so close, so close…!

You knew a flood of feelings would hit you. Fear, shame…satisfaction, but for this moment your mind was blank as your own liquid ran hot down your ass. You heard yourself drip on your bed and the first thought you had when your mind returned was what a pain the laundry would be.

As you came, one of the hands on your chest travelled to your centre. You were still being held up by the hands which you had hoped without reason would just vanish after you came. You had your entire weight on them, limp and a final moan was shaking from your throat.

The hand at your middle pushed into you. The horrible sensation of been punched through like a fork stabbing through the plastic in a microwaved meal. Your moan turned into a scream.

The sensation not necessarily painful but frightening and wrong.

There’s a squeezing pressure all around your chest, all around your entire self. Were you dying!? Was this dying!?

You feel yourself lose consciousness.

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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This is Halloween (Halloween)

Mary expands Suey's world by taking her to a crazy art party.

(Part: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9)

It’s one of the stretches where you actually haven’t seen Mary in a few days. He’d apparently been by your apartment—dishes were done and he took out your trash—but you’d spent that day hunkered down at a coffee shop so you could have sandwiches with a friend who got a job downtown. And while Mary can be lyrical when he wants to be, his texts are usually brief and full of letters that only make sense to him in his shorthand … so you’re not ever going to get any missives from the front lines from him.

Which is fine: you’re super-busy and full of your own hobbies. Like napping. And complaining. Occasionally you’ll round that out with chip-eating. You’ve never been particularly creative—which makes Mary wince at you every now and then (you love art, you’re just not … adept, and sometimes it seems unfair that he can write music AND lyrics AND doodle great sketches)—but you are a voracious reader. You’d been shocked to find out that not only had Mary read Austen, but he also had a love of Persuasion—a novel you yourself found superior to Pride & Prejudice. He’d been similarly chuffed when he’d realized you liked Chuck Palahniuk for more than just Fight Club.

Which is all to say that when Mary’s not around, you like to combine your hobbies—a little chip eating while you read, only to fall asleep with the book on your face.

Tonight is no exception.

It’s nearly Halloween (it’s tomorrow actually, and you’re only slightly bummed that Mary has to work), so in honor of the holiday you’re working your way through an anthology of Lovecraft. Unexpectedly, there's a knock at your door. You check your phone, but there are no texts.

Hmm.

There’s another knock, so you set down the book and sprint to your bedroom to take up what Mary has dubbed your “Masher Hammer.” You make it back to your apartment door just in time for a third series of knocks. When you look out the peephole, however, it’s clear that whoever’s on the other side is blocking the viewer.

Gripping your hammer tight—ready for swing mode—you unlatch your door and open it.

You’re met with the sight of a Jack O’Lantern.

No—

Not a Jack O’Lantern … some guy with a carved pumpkin on his head.

“Ta-d—Jesus Christ, Suey … put Masher down,” says a muffled voice.

“Mary?”

Mary lifts the pumpkin—a real pumpkin, not a plastic basket from the dollar store—a little off his head enough for you to make out his face. You lower your swinging arm.

“Why is there a pumpkin on your head? What are you doing here?”

He spreads his arms out and does jazz hands. “Mischief Night!”

When you just stand there squinting at him, he finally takes the pumpkin fully off his head. His hair is squashed, and he’s only wearing some light makeup around his eyes and on his lips.

“So, you gonna let me in, or … should I duck?”

“Oh, right,” you say as you step back.

As Mary suanters in, you can see his eyes sweep to the couch where you’ve made a nest of blankets and pillows—your book lying face down, and the open bag chips positioned at an optimal angle on the coffee table.

“That looks nice.” He sidles up to you to squeeze your tits through your hoodie. “Almost makes me want to call it a night and get cozy in those blankets … I could crush those chips and lick them off you before I eat you out.”

His hand slides down to your crotch.

You’re trying to take him seriously, but he’s holding a pumpkin under his arm. You snap at his face.

“Mary—focus. What the hell?”

He gives you a put out look, exaggeratedly pushing out his bottom lip—but it’s soon replaced with a wicked grin.

“Mischief Night! Do you wanna go to a weird-ass art party?”

“An art party?” you ask dubiously.

“No, not what you’re thinking.”

He sets down the carved pumpkin on your table and walks to your fridge, rummaging around before pulling out the pisswater beer he keeps around.

“Think of it as a teen-movie house party—but on steroids and no one there got laid in high school. With, you know: art.”

“That’s … very specific.”

He walks back over to you, cradling the beer in one hand, and puts the other on your shoulder.

“We are under no obligation to participate in the orgy.”

You don’t think he’s joking.

He gives you a once over. “It’s also a—hmm—masquerade, so we gotta get you outfitted.”

Your mind darts.

“I only have those stupid headband cat ears my friend got me as a joke.”

He gives you a vulpine smile. “You’re gonna go as me.”

It had been a fun little party of two as you’d put on a YouTube Halloween playlist from your phone. Mary’d given you a dramatic mohawk with his precious airplane glue, then fished around in the pink makeup bag with hearts (that you’d put his stash in as a joke and he’d kept) to give you his iconic look—blood and all.

There was no way you were going to fit in his skinny jeans, but you’d been able to pair one of his well-worn tees (that you hadn’t already stolen) with your favorite denim skirt. Mary had taken off one of his studded belts to wrap around you—it’d needed a couple of safety pins to act as extensions, but Mary had assured you that that just made the style more authentic. Upon Mary’s request, you’d put on your ripped fishnets, and you had your own worn Docs to complete the look.

“Do I get to be a sex-crazed jerk all night?” you’d asked as you’d admired yourself in the corroded full-length you had propped up by the bathroom.

“You say that as if that’s something new and different for you—fuck ow,” said Mary as you’d tapped his balls.

“So where is this place?” you ask as Mary and you head to the train.

It’s in the old factory district, which means it’s a ways away, but still subway accessible.

“It’s actually in a converted co-op. I think they started out as squatters—unclear—but now it’s above board as a residence and shit. I used to know a guy who lived there for a while—they had sectioned off areas with screens—and he had a corner so he slept in a hammock. Most of the space is for their art, though. What a fucking life to live.”

You look at him, incredulous. “Mare. You live in a 2 bedroom with 4 other dudes.”

He scoffs at you. “We also have a couch. It’s a whole ‘nother level.”

You just hum at him.

When you finally get there—after a few mis-turns in this silent neighborhood full of abandoned brick factories—you’re surprised (despite Mary’s description) to see that the place is lit. There’s a guy standing at the entrance to the parking lot (that slopes dangerously toward the river) checking attendees; it becomes clear that not only is he checking for 21+, but for alcohol and toilet paper. Those without either have to “donate” $10.

“Oh—” says Mary right before it’s about to be your turn. “I’m not Mary tonight.”

“What should I call, then? The ‘Great Pumpkin’?”

“Just not Mary,” he hisses as you shore up to the “bouncer.”

The guy is not in any kind of costume—just grey sweats and a sports team hat. He’s sitting on a bar stool, and he has a little flashlight he’s using to check IDs.

“Hey, guys!” he says cheerily. “Welcome to Magical Mischief Mystery at the Factory. IDs? Ah! TP and suds? Cool, cool.”

He checks your IDs, then looks at you, then your IDs … then at Mary’s pumpkin face, then at you.

“OH MY GOD,” he starts chortling and slips off the stool to grab Mary’s arm. “Mary, you old bastard—I haven’t seen you since Dusty left to get hitched.”

You take a deep breath and—in your best screamo voice—you say, “I’m fucking Mary Goore,” (not a lie) “and he’s ‘Late for Dinner’.”

The pumpkin head turns to you. You can feel Mary’s unamused gaze.

The bouncer starts wheezing so hard that you’re afraid he might expire from laughing.

“Fuck, fuck,” gasps the dude. He shakes his head, eyes watery from mirth, and waves the two of you through.

“I hate you,” says Mary.

“I didn’t call you ‘Mary’, though,” you quip as you slip your arm through his.

“Why do I have to carry all the shit? Here. Pull your fucking weight.”

Mary hands you the toilet paper roll he heisted from your bathroom.

“Are we going to TP something?” you ask as you take the roll from him.

“Heh. No, it’s purely functional. This many people? It’s so the bathrooms don’t run out.”

The two of you enter with another mass of people, traveling through the miasma of secondhand smoke from the smokers. You cough, but Mary inhales deep, sighing. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but you gape as you look around.

You and Mary stand on an open floor—which is what 5 or so floors look out onto all the way up. The place is crowded, but not jam packed. There’s a makeshift kitchen area where a dude in a bare chest and suspenders is accepting the toilet paper and libations. Above him is a white sheet that’s stretched out, on which an Art Film is being projected. The film has no sound because in the far corner there’s a DJ spinning, and a group of people are “dancing” to his jams. Mary was right: it’s like some kind of frat party for the artsy set. Because of the theme, most everyone is in a mask of some sort, and people—or groups of people—are making out in corners in various states of undress.

Mary grabs two beers, then leads you to a staircase—there’s a freight elevator by it, but it’s got cheesy Halloween “do not enter” tape blocking it.

“The first year too many people loaded into it, and it dropped 3 floors before the emergency brakes kicked in,” says Mary as he notices where you’re looking.

In a loft on the second floor you and Mary watch a woman—nude and covered in white paint—become the canvas to her girlfriend’s landscape painting.

In what’s clearly a shared bedroom, you and Mary peruse some really great paintings and sketches from what must be a number of the co-op residents.

“You should have told me to bring cash,” you say.

“We can always come back. I know a guy.”

You imagine Mary’s probably winking at you.

On the third floor there’s an inexplicable open-air kitchen attached to a bathroom. In it there’s a dude doling out beer from a keg.

“What’s this,” Mary asks him.

“It’s my homemade IPA, dude! Pumpkin for the season!”

He hands Mary a business card.

“We have a small space in the boonies, but we’re trying to get a brewery up and running in the city. Red tape though, man.”

“I fucking hear that.” Mary takes a sip. “Good shit, dude.”

The guy high-fives Mary.

“One for your girl?”

Mary hands you the solo cup, and you take a sip. You were expecting something grassy and hoppy—but the pumpkin actually balances it out nicely without it itself being cloyingly sweet. When you nod, Mary just lets you have his and indicates to the brewer to pump another cup.

The two of you enter what you think might usually be a studio space, but instead there’s a burlesque performance going on. There are some people making out, but Mary and you watch, rapt, praising the skill of the performers to each other.

The fourth floor has the least amount of people. Someone is doing a reading in one corner, and across the way there’s some sort of performance art going on. A woman stands in a white shift and gauze. Every time a dude who looks like a Nazgul rings a bell, she contorts herself to a different pose with a dancer’s ease.

You roll your eyes, but Mary begs your patience—watching solemnly as she continues.

“What is it?” you ask when the set is clearly over.

“Did you not feel it?”

“Uh …”

Even through the pumpkin you can feel his eyes on you.

“She’s a dancing monkey. Bound and constrained, only ever allowed to perform at the whim of her faceless master.”

“Mary …”

“No—don’t scoff. That was meant for you. It’s an allegory for the patriarchy, and I for one found it quite moving.”

You guess you can see it now that Mary’s pointed it out to you. He takes off the pumpkin, and you hold it while he goes over to talk to the woman. You shift uncomfortably as they engage, and she grabs his hands, shaking them profusely. Mary suddenly points over at you, and the woman waves and motions you over.

“Oh my god, look at you!” she squeals. She turns back to Mary. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it—she looks just like you.”

“I liked your patriarchal allegory,” you say.

Mary twists his mouth at you, but the woman just presses her hands to her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m testing it out here as a protest piece. A bunch of us are going to travel to different cities and perform outside of big corporations.” She grabs Mary’s wrist. “Your boyfriend is wonderful. His song about—”

“—my band’s song—”

“—the nature of performative gender roles is one of my favs.”

You have no idea which song she’s talking about, but Mary looks pleased. So you’re pleased. You wrap your arm around his waist.

“He is pretty great.”

She lifts her veil to chug the glass of water Nazgul hands her.

“It was so nice to meet you person to person, Mary. I’m going to find the ladies before my next performance.”

“Love your work, Lizzy. I’ll put you on the list for our shows. Show up anytime!”

She bows and shuffles backwards as Mary leads you away.

“You have no idea what song she’s talking about do you?”

“I—” you sputter. “Uh. Dead Things?”

Mary looks at you indulgently.

“I’ll let you think about it.”

It turns out that the 5th floor is off limits to party goers, so Mary—back in his Jack O’Lantern—and you wander down to ground level to acquire more beer and to join the crowd of dancers. At some point the two of you take a break to pee, then hydrate as you add your own dialogue to the film on loop above you.

Back on the dance floor, there’s some skanking, some goth writhing, and some line dancing as the DJ spins his own set and sprinkles in some crowd requests. At this point in the night, most of the attendees have already made passes through the upper floors and are now all on the dance floor. Mary does some goth stomping (his pumpkin abandoned and now being passed around), and you do a silly skank until you slip on a slick spot and fall on your ass. After that, Mary pulls you close and grinds against you, his thigh between yours, both of you buzzed from multiple trips to the bar.

“Do you wanna find a corner?” he whispers into your ear.

In any other situation you’d probably say no … but—for all the crowd is packed—this is clearly a private party, one whose hosts don’t frown upon a little bit of lechery. You guess he wasn’t kidding about the orgy, after all.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

It takes a little investigation, but Mary and you find a room that seems to have been either designated or usurped as the makeout room. There’s a writhing mass in one corner, and the bed is covered in rolling bodies. There’re some breathy invitations—and a hand or two lightly caresses your calf as you walk by—but no one insists on participation further than that.

Mary yanks a pillow from the bed and tosses it to the floor. He pulls you down so that you’re both on your knees, his mouth capturing yours and his hands alighting everywhere. A hand of his sneaks down your skirt, and yours slithers down his jeans—the roving fingers of you each more a prelude than anything, stoking you both up to what’s next.

“Can I fuck you?” huffs Mary.

“Kinda drunk,” you say.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No—just not gonna be very useful,” you giggle.

Because you wore the fishnets you’re not wearing underwear, so all Mary has to do is rip a hole in the crotch area—they’re not even good fishnets, so it’s not like there’s a liner to contend with. He grunts at your wetness.

“You sure?”

“Fuck me, Mary.”

He fumbles with his dick, finally managing to sink it into you. It’s a very awkward fuck—you’re lolling all about the place, and Mary isn’t being particularly steady.

At one point a light turns on only for a Sorry! to squeal out as it turns off again.

You try to swallow your laugh, but your jiggling belly can’t hide your reaction, and soon Mary is laughing too.

“Fuck … shut up … fuck,” he giggles. “I’m trying to get off here.”

You’re just catapulted into further fits, and before long Mary’s soft cock is slipping out of you as he joins you in snickering.

“Crap. I might be too drunk for this too.”

The two of you lay like that for a bit, a feedback loop of laughter, until your belly muscles ache.

“Fuck. Take me home, Suey.”

“Yeah, ok,” you say.

After some readjusting, you both stumble out of the room. The crowd has thinned, but that’s not to say the dance party isn’t still going strong.

“We should get a cab,” you say.

“Cash?” Mary asks as you guys shuffle out of the building.

“App,” you say as you hold up your phone to poke at your cab app. “My card s’on file.”

“Fancy.”

“S’for emergencies.”

“Oh.”

You give him a lopsided grin. “Like staying too late at a factory party.”

There’s a comedy of errors when the cab can’t find you and cancels, and you have to rebook—only to have the same cab automatically cancel your order again. Mary calls the number for dispatch, and they direct you out to a main street. The cab that picks you up is the same cab that voided your reservation twice, and he yells at you for giving him the wrong address.

You let Mary argue with him (content to doze on his shoulder)—the conclusion seeming to be that while you put in the correct address, the app didn’t like it and spit out a close, but different, pickup address.

By the end of the trip, however, the cabbie and Mary seem to be old friends. He lingers even after the driver validates your card, talking with the guy about where he’s from, until you tug on his arm.

“Sleepy,” you grumble into him.

The cab driver laughs.

“We are beholden to our women, yes?”

“Happily,” says Mary as he wraps an arm around you.

“Have a good night,” says the cabbie, and Mary just raps on the car, waving as it pulls away.

“What a cool dude,” he says as the two of you shuffle toward your building.

“Mhm,” you mumble.

“Jesus, you’re useless when you’re drunk.”

There’s a lot of fumbling and stumbling, but you both finally make it into your apartment. Somehow Mary gets you into the shower, which you don’t even realize until it turns on, and you shriek when the cold water smacks you in the face before it has the chance to warm up.

“Why am I still in my clothes?!” you whine.

Mary pokes his head in.

“You fucking serious? You almost bit off my fingers when I tried to undress you!”

“I’m more than just sex!” you yell.

“Just fucking wash your face.”

“Kay.”

You fall asleep sitting in the shower, waking only when the water turns cold. It seems to have had a sobering effect, because you definitely feel more clear headed than when you entered—it’s not as funny to be slightly sober and peeling off your cold, wet clothes. Usually you give your teeth the full experience, but tonight (this morning?), you just give them a quick brush.

For all he seemed soberer of you two, Mary doesn’t seem to have fared much better. He managed to get his shirt off, but he’s lying on your bedroom floor—curled in a ball—still in his unbuckled jeans. It would be amusing—and maybe after sleep it will be—if you weren’t so wrecked. It’s a struggle tugging off his jeans, and he semi-wakes halfway through and starts to shiver.

“Wha—?”

He looks at you blearily.

“Help me get your pants off, Mare bear.”

He blinks down at his legs, then sort of squirms his legs to help you wiggle him out of the black denim. Luckily—disorientated as he is—he’s able to assist you in getting him into your bed; he conks out again the minute you trundle him under the covers. The night outside is lightening, and you know there’s no way you can work tomorrow. Today.

Whatever.

You shuffle into your living room and start up your laptop, blinking rapidly as it boots up. When it finally loads, you send off a missive to your supervisor about potential food poisoning you’ve contracted, but how you’ll check your email later this afternoon. You preemptively down some ibuprofen and sneak some of Mary’s Pedialyte.

Mary seems dead to the world when you climb into your bed, but he’s rolling over and wrapped around you as soon as you’re settled, huffing into your neck.

“Took the morning off,” you mumble.

He hums.

You’re in a good doze when he speaks, jarring you back awake.

“Had fun?”

“Yeah, Mare. Now, shh.”

He mumbles something into your neck, but it’s too incoherent and you’re too knackered to decipher it. You just relax into his koala embrace and let sleep take you.

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Your soul and mine

Title: Your soul and mine

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris

Rating: Gen/PG (bar a few curses)

Word Count: 2138

Tags: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Alternate universe - Soulmate, Soulmate Identifying Marks

A/N: Me writing a fic without Max *gasp!* apparently miracles do happen, because Max is only mentioned once in this one.J prompted me a Charles/Lando meet cute fic on whatsapp and my brain totally skipped over the meet cute part and instead this happened. I guess it's still quite cute though?Anyways hope you enjoy this one :D

Summary: Most people were very private about their marks, if they could hide it they would do so. So unless you were one of the unfortunate souls with a mark stretching over your face the mark would be hidden away from sight until you found your match. People would wear scarves and gloves all year to keep that little piece of them hidden if they needed to. Only openly showing their marks ones they had started moving, once they had met the other half of their soul.

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No, he thought, no it couldn't be, it was supposed to be Carlos. Carlos who's mark he'd seen just a flash of. A glimpse of it caught when he'd walked in on him unannounced as Carlos changed into his fireproofs. The intricate swirl of a tail peeking out on his shoulder before he could cover himself. Carlos’ eyes worried as they met his own, but Lando had somehow managed to play it off as if he hadn’t seen anything, joking about as if nothing had happened.

Most people were very private about their marks, if they could hide it they would do so. So unless you were one of the unfortunate souls with a mark stretching over your face the mark would be hidden away from sight until you found your match. People would wear scarves and gloves all year to keep that little piece of them hidden if they needed to. Only openly showing their marks ones they had started moving, once they had met the other half of their soul.

He'd only seen a glimpse of Carlos' mark, but that tail had looked so familiar, like the tail on his right foot. The tail connected to the little monkey that had been there since he was 15. The same monkey that was staring back at him on Twitter now, the intricate details just like his own standing out against the pale skin of Charles Leclerc's stomach.

Charles Leclerc who he had maybe spoken five words with all throughout last season, the Ferrari prodigy not interested in hanging out with the new rookies even though he'd been one himself only a season before. Happy enough to stick to Pierre or Seb’s side whenever they had some free time during the busy weekends.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly. He knows the universe wouldn't just put him with Charles randomly, but then why did he hate the idea of being his soulmate so much? His mind had been so set on it being his teammate, the teammate who he got along with so well. Who would laugh at his dumb jokes, whose touches he would still feel long after his long fingers had left his body. Yet none of his touches had made his monkey start moving, not even a smidge. He’d held out hope, hope that maybe Carlos’ touches weren’t right, did they ever actually touch skin? His brain was coming with plenty of excuses of how it could still be Carlos, until he’d seen that picture, that undeniable picture.

It had to be photoshopped right? People did that all the time and it wasn't like Sun of all tabloids was a trustworthy one. But then how could they have gotten it just like his one? This wasn't a random leaf or puzzle piece that anyone could think up, no it actually had the monkey missing one of its toes like his one. Unless the person that wrote the article was his soulmate there was no way someone had faked that soulmark.

“Fuck,” he cursed once more, a little louder, some curious looks thrown his way from the other people in the hospitality cafeteria. What did people do when they found out who their soulmate was? Movies always made it so romantic, eyes meeting across a crowded room, the soft touch they’d share, eyes widening as their marks started moving, the rest of the world going quiet as they only had eyes for the one that made their soul complete. Yet here was Lando, sat all alone in the middle of a crowded canteen, cutlery clinking loudly through the noise of people chatting. He needed to get away from all the noise, get some fresh air, sort his head out.

The paddock was bustling with people, but the noise felt less crowding than it had done inside. It’s only the second week of testing and people seem a lot more chill than during the race weekends, waiting somewhat patiently for their favourite drivers as they go for their lunch break. He hasn’t driven yet today, Carlos racking up more miles in the morning before he would jump in in an hour or so.

Charles has though and Lando wonders whether he’s seen the pictures yet. How the scums from the Sun had managed to catch the exact moment Charles’ shirt had lifted he doesn’t know. The picture showed the young man standing on the balcony of his Monaco apartment, hair a mess and eyes squinted closed as he stretched his arms above his head. People would say it was his own fault for not making sure the mark was covered, but he was at home, a space that was supposed to be safe. And he’d clearly only just woken up, his brain not firing on all cylinders yet and somehow the camera had snapped at that exact moment.

He hadn’t realised how far along the paddock he’d walked, his feet stopping abruptly as his eyes caught the bright red Ferrari hospitality building. A lone figure sat outside on the terrace attached to it, the hood of his jacket up against the cold as he gripped his phone tightly. Lando could see the forlorn expression on Charles’ face, clearly he’d seen the picture, how they had zoomed in on his stomach, broadcasting his mark to the world. Seeing Charles like this made his heart ache, his head and his heart at war on whether or not he should go to Charles and tell him. Tell him that whilst it sucked what they had done it had made Lando find him, find his soulmate.

He’s about to step forward, let his heart lead the way, when Charles glances up, their eyes meeting and Lando freezes. He can’t do it, he’s not ready, not ready to give up the possibility of someone else. Of brown eyes and a Spanish accent, instead of brown eyes and a French accent. He manages to make a small smile stretch on his lips before he rushes back to the McLaren hospitality, to the safety of his home away from home.

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The next two days of testing fly by quickly, they get through their scheduled programming without much trouble and he gets to set the fourth fastest time, just behind Lewis, Max and Sergio, Ferrari still struggling to find the pace even during the second week in Barcelona. He had tried to avoid the team of the prancing horse as much as possible, only catching a glimpse of Charles as he had walked into the paddock on Thursday morning, other than seeing his bright red car out on track.

So it’s a surprise to find himself sat across from Charles in the first class lounge at the airport. He’d been there first, lazily scrolling through the messages on various social media when Charles had let himself fall into the chair across from him. There’s only two other people in the lounge and yet he’d sat there, right across from Lando, the Brit’s eyes widening a little as he’d found Charles staring at him.

They drag their eyes away from each other in sync, Charles’ eyes now also focussed on the phone in his hand. Lando can’t help but sneak a few glances up at the Monegasque, seeing a deep frown wrinkling up his forehead as he reads whatever is on the phone. Then Charles huffs loudly, his phone clattering onto the table loudly as he pushes it away from him.

“What’s up?”

And now that frown is directed at Lando, brown eyes piercing into him before he lifts a condescending eyebrow. “Really? Like you don’t know, like the whole fucking world doesn’t know already.”

“Sorry,” Lando murmured, feeling embarrassed for even asking. He’d just wanted to be nice to the guy, maybe get him to open up about how he’s feeling with all the shit that’s going on and then maybe hint at the fact that Lando is his soulmate. But instead he’d already fucked it up, the angry scowl on Charles’ face really making him question the universe right now. Did he have it all wrong? It couldn’t be, he’d stared at that picture for so long, zooming in on every tiny detail to compare it to his own mark and he’d found nothing different. Fuck, how would he tell Charles and actually make him believe Lando. Show him his own mark before Charles could angrily run out of the lounge, thinking Lando was only taking the piss out off him.

“I need to tell you something,” he murmured just as the tannoy was announcing that the flight to Nice was now boarding, Charles’ flight.

“That’s me,” Charles shrugged apologetically, rushing to grab his carry on, wrapping his headphones around his neck and starting to leave. And in a moment of panic Lando reached out for him, halfway out of his chair, fingers wrapping around the Monegasque’s wrist. Skin touching skin. And it’s a fucking cliché, it’s a goddamn fucking cliché but at that moment everything seems to go in slow motion. Charles’s wide eyes finding his own as everything but Charles’s face becomes blurry around them.

He can’t stop the gasp from escaping his lips, mouth falling open as the rushing of his blood becomes deafening to his ears. This was really happening. Charles really was his soulmate, the other half of his soul. Their body and mind connecting from that single touch. His fingers start to tingle where they are still wrapped around Charles’s wrist and he could feel his right foot starting to itch.

“It’s really you,” he finally managed to get out, the words somehow managing to break Charles out of his stupor as well.

“What?” Charles said voice hoarse, unable to believe what was happening right now, his eyes flicking over Lando’s face to look for the answer to a question he didn’t even know yet. “What the fuck is happening?”

“We’re soulmates. I… I’m your soulmate. I didn’t want to believe it at first, when I saw the picture, but it’s really you,” Lando said overwhelmed.

“But, wha… how?”

“The fucking universe thinks were meant for each other apparently,” Lando said with a shrug. Now that there was no denying it anymore, that it really was Charles that was his soulmate and not Carlos his brain gave in easily, not fighting this inexplicable force that had brought them together, that connected them.

His foot really was starting to itch a lot now though, he stomped his left foot on top of the right one trying to stop it from itching, but it didn’t work. His movement had managed to direct Charles’s gaze towards where he was fidgeting though, his eyes focussing in on his right foot. “Is it there? Your mark?”

“Yeah, it’s itching like a bitch dude, how are you not scratching your stomach off right now?” Lando whined, finally giving up on trying to scratch his foot through his shoe and tugging the laces free.

“Wait, wait Lando you can’t, not right here!”

“There’s no one here Charles, everyone’s gone to their flights.” He let himself fall back into his seat and tugged his shoe free from his foot, sock falling to the floor as well and then he gasped once more. Because where his mark had been stagnant before, the monkey on his foot was now moving its head to stare up at him, tail flicking as it scratched its cheek, before looping back around. The same movements would repeat themself on his skin now permanently, repeating themself until Charles would die breaking their bond.

“Can I? Can I see yours?” He asked tentatively, fingers itching to reach out for Charles’s white t-shirt, to move it away and see the same pattern on Charles’s skin.

With one last glance around the empty first class lounge Charles slowly lifted his shirt, gasping softly as he saw his own mark moving on his skin. The monkey moving its head to the side, flicking its tail, before scratching its cheek and on and on again. He gasped again, a little louder as Lando’s fingers touched his skin, tracing around the shape of the mark, following the lines of the delicate tail.

“Shit, sorry!” Lando cursed, drawing his hand back as if it had been burned.

“It’s okay. Feels nice,” Charles murmured, sounding so in awe of everything that was happening right now. A bright smile was starting to appear on his face though, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Come here,” he beckoned, drawing Lando up from his seat again and pulling him into a tight hug.

“Last call for Mister Charles Leclerc,” the lady on the tannoy announced loudly, but Charles just tightened his grip around him, not moving away from the hug, perfectly content in the little bubble they were in.

“C'est vraiment toi.”

#my fic #charles leclerc/lando norris #f1 fic #f1 fanfiction #link to the monkey soulmark on my ao3

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mrswalkerwritesagain · 5 years

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April Fool’s Day - Damien x Gabi

Book: Perfect Match Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Damien/MC Characters: Damien Nazario, Gabi Park Word Count: ~1,900

Author’s Notes: I challenged myself to a little springtime themed fic series this month. Hope you enjoy the first installment!

As Damien turns the water off and steps out of the shower, a stray cluster of shampoo bubbles runs down his face and into his left eye.

“Damn it!” Damien winces and squeezes his eye shut. “Ow…ow…ow…”

Reaching for a towel, Damien fumbles along the towel bar but doesn’t find what he’s looking for. Risking the soapy sting in his eye, Damien squints to see that, sure enough, the towel he’s positive he hung up before he got in the shower is gone.

“What the hell?” Damien grumbles. Crouching, he digs around in the cabinet under the sink, but once again he comes up empty. There’s not even a washcloth.

“Gabi!” he yells. “Where the hell are the towels?”

The bathroom door opens and his live-in girlfriend’s cheerful face peeks around it.

“What was that, darling?”

“Where the hell are the towels?” he repeats. “Did you suddenly develop a desire to do a load of laundry first thing on a Monday morning?”

“Are they not in the cabinet?” Gabi asks in a suspiciously innocent tone. Damien’s eyes narrow as he turns to look up at her. Gabi’s brow is furrowed with confusion, but it’s the look in her eyes and slight upturn of the corner of her lips that gives her away.

“Gabi,” Damien warns as he stands. Any semblance of innocence melts away from her features, replaced with a devious smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to stay like that today. Oh well,” Gabi’s eyes slide down his body in a heated way that almost derails Damien’s annoyance…almost.

“Gabi! Where are they?” Damien stalks toward her and Gabi mirror his strides as she backs up into the bedroom. She’s still wearing an infuriating little smile on her face, clearly quite proud of herself.

“Gabriela…” he growls and she laughs until he lunges toward her. Shrieking, she tries to dart away, but he feints left before going right and catching Gabi around her waist. Damien pulls her tight against his still dripping wet body and tackles her to the bed.

“No! I just got dressed!” Gabi laughs as she squirms beneath him.

“Tough,” Damien grins down at her. “You steal my towel, you become my towel.”

“I have to go to work! My first appointment is in like half an hour!”

“Then tell me where they are, woman!” Damien catches Gabi’s hands and pins them above her head. Bowing his head, he lets his lips hover just above hers and whispers, “I have ways of making you talk, you know, and they’re guaranteed to make you late for work.”

Damien presses his hips into hers and Gabi lets out a soft gasp. He kisses her hard and demanding until they break apart, gasping for breath.

“Where are they?” he asks again and Gabi blinks slowly as though coming out of a daze before she answers.

“Uh…um…oh, they’re under the bed.”

Damien grins victoriously and drops another quick kiss on the tip of Gabi’s nose. He climbs off the bed and kneels beside the bed, finally finding every towel they own in a jumbled pile. Pulling one out, he knots it around his waist and slicks back his wet hair while Gabi stands and and straightens her wrinkled and slightly damp clothes.

“Want to explain the great towel caper of 2019?” Damien asks her.

“April Fool’s!” Gabi beams at him.

“Oh, god,” he groans, “not again. You didn’t get enough perverse pleasure out of pranking me last year?”

“Nope! And I’m upping my game this year,” Gabi slaps his ass as she passes him and breezes out of the bedroom. “Stay on your toes today, Nazario.”

“I hate this. You’re the worst!” Damien calls after her, already dreading what else she has in store for him.

“Love you too, baby! See you later!”

The front door slams behind Gabi and Damien goes about getting ready for his day. He cautiously tests his shaving cream, hair gel, and toothpaste in the sink before using any of them. Last year, she managed to sneak dye into his hair gel and he’d wound up with green hands and hair for the entire rest of the week.

Having survived or avoided any bathroom sabotages, Damien strides into the kitchen and stops in his tracks. The pink and orange Dunkin’ Donuts box on the counter looks innocent and most days a box of donuts would just be a thoughtful treat from his beloved girlfriend. Today, however, he regards it with the same mistrust he would a land mine.

Snatching a pair of tongs from the utensil drawer, Damien quickly flips the box open and then jumps back, ducking before something can jump out at him. But nothing happens and Damien breathes a sigh of relief. Inside, there’s an array of filled donuts and Damien’s suspicion flares up once again again. He takes out one of the chocolate frosted confections and rips it in half. The filling looks like cream, but….dipping a finger into the cream, he tastes it and gags.

“Mayonnaise? Seriously?”

Damien sets the donut on the counter and snaps a quick pic that he texts to Gabi.

D: Is nothing sacred? What am I supposed to have for bfast? G: Made you a smoothie. Check fridge. Enjoy! D: I need real food. Not fruit juice. G: Smoothie is real food and better for your cholesterol, old man. D: You’re the worst. G: Love you too. Client’s here. Talk later!

Sighing heavily, Damien retrieves the so-called breakfast from the fridge and he manages to choke it down as he takes the subway to his office. The rest of his day is spent dealing with Gabi’s inconvenient little pranks. He gets to his office to find she’s covered his desk and chair with pictures of Nicolas Cage. He assumes this is some kind of meme that he doesn’t understand. When he finally unearths his desk from the Cages, he finds that she’s jammed most of his drawers shut. She changed the password on his computer to GabiParkIsTheBestGirlfriendEver. The only reason he figured it out was because she finally gave a clue that simply said My official title. Halfway through the day as he came back from lunch, he noticed that she’d messed with his listing on the building’s directory so instead of Nazario Investigations, it said Damien Nazario: Private DICK.

“I knew knew I never should have given her a key,” Damien grumbles as he fusses with the little plastic pieces on the letter board. When he tries to text her about it, his phone just keeps autocorrecting every other word he tries to write to I love Gabi Park.

It’s almost 6PM and Damien thinks he’s survived most of Gabi’s pranks when his office phone rings and a frantic man begs Damien to meet with him. He speaks with a heavy, indiscernible accent and tells Damien a sob story about a missing boyfriend. Business has been good since everything went down with Eros, but Damien is still in no position to turn down work so he takes the job and promises to meet the guy in an hour.

“Hey,” Damien calls Gabi as he heads uptown to the swanky hotel his client requested to meet at, “I got a case. I’m not going to make it home until late.”

“What? No!” Gabi pouts on the other end of the line.

“I know, I know,” Damien sighs, “I’m probably keeping you from pulling a hundred more pranks on me.”

“That’s not it,” Gabi says. “Between your work and my helping Nadia and Steve with their new party planning/catering thing, we haven’t had a night together in a couple weeks, Damien. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby, and I believe me, I’d much rather spend the night with you doing all sorts of things showing you just how much I’ve missed you, but…”

“A job is a job,” Gabi says with a sigh. “I get it. It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” Damien apologizes. Even when she drives him crazy, Gabi is the most important person in the world to him, the love of his life, and the girl of his dreams. He hates disappointing her. “I’m meeting this guy at a hotel to get the details and then I’ll hightail it back to you as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe. I love you.”

“I will. Love you too.”

The April wind is still carrying a sharp winter chill and by the time Damien steps into the hotel lobby, he’s shivering and his face feels frozen and numb and he’s feeling more eager than ever to get home to Gabi. He strides across the lobby to the hotel’s bar. It’s a dimly lit, almost romantic little spot with velvet sofas and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It’s also completely empty.

“Son of bitch,” Damien curses and pulls out his phone to call the client. He’s scrolling through his contacts when he senses someone behind him .

“April Fool’s, Mr. Nazario.”

He turns around and there she is. Damien’s mouth goes dry and he swallows hard looking her up and down. Her hair is curled and falls in violet waves over her bare shoulders and neck. Her dress is black lace with a deep revealing neckline. It’s incredibly short, incredibly tight and leaves nothing to his imagination. He knows every inch of her body and seeing her fills him with the desire to explore them anew. In one of her hands, she holds a glass of amber liquid.

“Gabi…wow…you look…I mean…Jesus, woman…”

Gabi laughs softly at his reaction and then offers him a whiskey and he throws it back in one swallow.

“I take it you like this prank?” Gabi trails her hand up his chest and shoulder to the nape of his neck. She looks up at him from under her lashes, eyes dark with heat and sparkling with amusement.

“Uh, yeah, that’s an understatement,” he wraps his arm around her, hand tightening on her waist as he pulls her against him. “How’d you do it?”

“A little help from a voice-changer thingy Sloane came up with. Please, man, I gotta know where he is! I’m going crazy,” Gabi repeats the words that Damien’s “client” had spoken to him on the phone earlier and he shakes his head.

“You really got me, babe. I honest to god thought I was coming here for a job.”

“Oh, Damien,” Gabi gives him a sultry smile and leans close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers in a breathy voice, “you are here for a job…only I’m the one who’ll be doing it.”

Damien turns his head and catches Gabi’s lips in a long, deep kiss, not caring a wit that they’re in public, even as Gabi slides her hand down his back to grasp his ass and pull him even more tightly against her body. He moans against her lips and slides his tongue against hers.

“You’re the best,” Damien pants when they finally break apart, gazing down at the amazing, infuriating, wonderful, beautiful woman in his arms.

“Oh, I know.”

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askjeeveshypno-blog · 5 years

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What I know about consent violations from having seen a lot of them

Crossposted to Fetlife.

*TLDR: This stuff is complicated, memories and stories are often flawed, and outside of a few sharp lines there is no consensus on what IS a consent violation to say nothing of what is the correct punishment for one. *

Hi, I’m AskJeeves. I’m a “community leader” but please don’t blame my communities for what I’m about to say. I literally ran this past nobody but my wife so the responsibility for my words would be entirely mine and indeed, it’s possible some folks I work with running organizations will be unhappy with me for my directness here. FWIW, I also have never been the head consent person in any organization. I’m just a board member of three different kink groups who has also been in the community for a really long time.

But anyway, in various kink positions of responsibility in hypnokink, regular kink and a kinky arts organization, I’ve seen quite a few complaints. And here are some general impressions. I’ve messed with some details for privacy but kept the spirit of the complaints intact.

1. Most of the scene likes to gossip and the drama around consent violations is pretty sweet gossip. The chain of secrecy is almost never intact. I’m good at keeping secrets. When I hear about a consent complaint, I treat it as confidential and don’t talk about it. But people who know I’m in a position to know VERY FREQUENTLY talk to me. This puts me in this wacky position of “A complained about B, and everyone seems to know that. A is talking about it and B is talking about it, and people want to talk to me about it, but I don’t 100 percent know WHAT A and B are saying and if one of them is leaving a detail or two out on purpose and I reveal it, I’ve seriously breached my responsibilities,” so I do a lot of smiling and nodding about consent complaints. Also, “B and I are at the same party and B is recounting a romanticized version of what they did that leaves out a lot of facts and if I’m quiet it looks like I agree but I’m really not in a position to speak up,” which also sucks, but they way.

2. The vast majority of complaints we get are in gray areas, and it’s almost impossible to nail down what a “consent violation” actually is outside of what’s actually illegal or specific enough to be spelled out in rules we already had:

a. A guy wrote about kink stuff on his public facebook on the regular. Somebody who was mad at him got drunk and posted something on the same facebook page about how much he sucked for not coming to her play party. Said guy got drunk person banned from a dungeon for “outing her” in a place he’d already outed himself.

b. I’m pretty judgy about JK Rowling retweeting TERFS, but should a con punish someone for retweeting a post that outs somebody?

c. If someone steals someone else’s money without permission, is that a consent violation?

d. If C and D make plans to play, and then C loses interest but never actually says “actually, I changed my mind,” and just puts off or ghosts D, how many times can D follow up, in what ways and getting what responses, without it becoming harassment? (Soft nos are VERY complicated from a “trying to enforce consent rules” perspective. In this situation, C almost always says that D is ignoring a “no” and D almost always says that C seems really busy so D thought D would keep trying and they were eager to do the play C had earlier said they wanted.)

e. If E made a promise to follow a bunch of rules set by a group, and then broke one of them, and F, a member of the other group, complains to a my group that E consented to follow the rules and broke them and the complain to MY group, which has different rules, is that violating the first group’s consent?

f. Hypno-specifically, what counts as non-negotiated use of persuasive language and where?

g. The above complexities quadruple for trying to ban someone from an event or organization for something they did online. Does this happen in rare circumstances? Yes. But the bar is quite high.

h. Some of y’all who are black and white thinkers or just very decisive will feel like you can go down this list going “Yes, no, yes, yes, no” but suffice to say, even if one of these seems straightforward to you, it hasn’t to me in the past, perhaps because of further details I’ve left out for brevity or something I changed to make the situations less specific..

3. If you’ve been banned or whatever, threatening to bring in a lawyer never helps you. Kink organizations are private. We mostly have our own lawyers and know very well how incredibly legal it is to exclude someone from a private organization for a good reason, a bad reason or no reason at all unless it’s a discriminatory reason. Proving “discrimination” is very difficult, proving “defamation” is too. Suing a kink organization for not letting you in requires money up front that almost none of us have, so it’s an empty threat anyway unless the person making the threat is independently wealthy. I write this under the assumption that if you ARE independently wealthy and are willing to sue us into the ground if you don’t get what you want, these words won’t stop us anyway.

a. Suffice to say that when you threaten to sue it indicates to me as a person in a position of responsibility is that “bringing in a lawyer to make threats” is something you’re willing to do when you don’t get what you want, and if my organization continues to deal with you, this will almost certainly happen again. So why would we want you in our private organization? Do you really provide so much benefit to the organization that this constant threat is worth it to us?

b. Caveat: If someone has sexually assaulted you, by all means, call the cops or a lawyer if you feel comfortable doing so. I’m not at all saying that legal mechanisms have no place in kink when directed at the person who hurt you. But as fair as organizations are concerned threatening to sue, or coy letters about how you might threaten to sue if you don’t get your way, are counterproductive and have a strong whiff of bullshit, which is never a good thing if you’re trying to convince us you’re not lying about anything else.

4. Long relationships that end in one or both parties accusing one another of consent violations the moment they break up are a nightmare to deal with on the consent side. Because abuse REALLY DOES happen in long term relationships. But there are many ways of being a shitty partner that are consent violations. People who have just broken up last week can almost never tell the difference.

5. People who talk about consent ALL THE TIME have a bad habit of setting their own rules about it in ways that benefit their own bullshit. Such people are often so excited to talk about other people’s consent violations that they make a big deal without having investigated or otherwise gotten the full story. So people who make a big public deal about rumors of other people’s problems have raised a red flag about themselves. This is completely irrelevant if they never have a consent complaint raised about them. But if they do, the red flag is there. A red flag doesn’t decide anything, but people are going to notice it.

6. I get that Jeff Mach got paid. Just about nobody else in kink does and if you’re looking to get paid, running a con is a terrible way to do it. We’re volunteers throwing parties/events for the community. We want people to be safe but we also hang out at our own parties/cons and we don’t want to hang with jerks. Nobody gets banned for being a jerk alone, but if you’ve yelled at us, been an asshole when you dumped our friend, been accused of minor things many times before, or otherwise caused a lot of problems, that’s not going to help you get what you want. Again, if I personally think you’re a jerk but no one ever complains about you, that’s fine. Some of you ARE jerks and I demonstrably haven’t. But if you’ve got what feels like a long history of being difficult or causing problems, that’s a strike against you. My kid brother has a long history of cussing out cops and has been told he has the worst driving record in the county where we live. Most of the judges and cops in our county have met him and he was unpleasant every time. If you think every new time he’s a defendant there is a clean slate and none of that prior stuff matters, you’ve been sold of a vision of our justice system, and possibly humanity, that doesn’t exist. We are trying to be fair but it would be weird to expect a bunch of volunteer kinksters to be less susceptible to their own perceptions.

7. Rumors people have heard about bad behavior, complaints from unverifiable and likely fake scene names, or a friend making a complaint on behalf of an anonymous friend are simply impossible to investigate or do anything about.

8. Two years ago, a group of people got together to lie about an innocent person assaulting someone. They were people the consent folks at the event liked and trusted. And then the truth came out. It is never impossible that this is happening. And it ruined what seemed like a pretty solid kink organization. There are mitigating factors here and there but the bones of it are an organization people put thousands of dollars and untold hours into that brought a lot of people joy was ruined, because like eight people didn’t get what they want on something incredibly minor and broke the consent system, and the con, on purpose. Again, the consent folks didn’t handle things optimally either, but when eight people are willing to tell the same lie it’s tough to imagine that ending well for them, their victim or the organization. Consent organizers never want that to happen to us, but it’s unrealistic not to accept that it could.

This stuff is complicated. And again, I’m only writing on behalf of myself. But these kinds of issues are what folks who seriously work on consent face. I'm happy to talk about them. But if you think you have an iron-clad, one-size-fits-all solution, you probably don't?

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woodelf68 · 6 years

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The Cave

December smut prompt for @a-monthly-rumbelling: water, outdoors, hidden, blindfold, guessing game. Rushbelle, rated M. 3234 words.

This is awesome,” Eli observed reverently, gazing out on the fine white sands of the horseshoe-shaped cove and the crystal clear turquoise waters beyond. Destiny had dropped out of FTL, and given them a full three days on this planet which seemed to contain a little slice of the Caribbean, barring the fact that the palms waving gently in the breeze were an unusually vibrant shade of green.

“Can we go swimming?” TJ longingly asked the question that everyone was probably thinking. Bathing in the mist showers just was not the same as getting thoroughly wet and being able to sluice the water off your skin.

Rush had collected a water sample and was checking various things. “Salt,” he announced. “We’ll be able to evaporate some water and get a good supply of salt on board. Nothing toxic.”

“Food has been getting a little bland,” said Greer happily.

“It doesn’t just help with flavour,” said TJ. “Sea salt contains a lot of nutrients that our bodies need, like iodine and trace minerals and electrolytes. And we can use it to salt meat if we can find anything on this planet. We need to split up, and search along the coast in both directions. Keep an eye out for seaweed, that will be full of nutrients, too, if it’s anything like its Earth counterpart.”

“Yum,” said Eli less than enthusiastically. “But what about the swimming?” He looked to Young.

Young realised everyone else had turned and looked at him and hesitated, grateful when a brisk voice interrupted.

“Two people on guard on the beach,” Belle said decisively. “Don’t go out beyond the range of their rifles, in case something comes up, and comes up fast. Don’t go out beyond the point where you can see clearly all the way down to the bottom. Watch where you step. Animals can be poisonous, plants can be toxic. Don’t touch anything with your bare hands. Gloves for those harvesting seaweed, and bags to carry it in. Other than that, I say yeah, we could go swimming.”

“You heard the lady,” said Young, quickly running over the advice in his head and finding it good. He figured Belle must be more familiar with beaches that might have dangerous wildlife lurking offshore than he was. “But gathering supplies comes first. We’ll split into two teams, work our way down the coast in either direction from this spot. Radio if you find anything useful or interesting. Eli and TJ, you’re with me, Greer, you go with Rush and French.”

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That had been two days ago, and they had been busy ever since. Besides the ongoing salt collection, seaweed had been plentiful, as well as the alien coconuts, a few other varieties of fruit and some tuberous vegetables. They’d managed to net some fish and find some large clams, worth almost as much for the calcium carbonate of their shells as for the meat contained within. There didn’t seem to be any local wildlife larger than the birds and lizards and rodent-like creatures they saw occasionally scurrying through the undergrowth beneath the trees at the back of the beach, which was nice as far as not having to worry about any predators, but disappointing as far as replenishing the Destiny’s larders with meat. At least the stream leading away from the cove into the trees eventually turned from brackish to fresh water as they followed it inward, and the slow work of maneuvering the hover sled and a load of water kegs through the tangle of vegetation to stock up on fresh water had begun, fallen branches for firewood being collected along the way and a couple of tall, straight trees being felled for lumber aboard the ship. Almost better than anything, in Rush’s opinion, was the small waterfall they’d found just below where they’d set up their water collection point. It quickly became everyone’s bathing spot, and it was bliss to stand with the fast-running water beating down on his tense back and shoulders, and to feel like he could properly rinse the grime out of his hair. Certain times were scheduled for separate men’s and women’s bathing, inhibitions soon being shed along with sweaty clothes.

Rush, like everyone else on the ship, had spent several hours of each day on the planet, soaking up some much-needed vitamin D from the sun and exploring for anything that might be useful aboard Destiny. Today, their last day before Destiny jumped back into FTL, he realised that he’d never seen anyone work their way around the promontory that formed the left side of the cove, and, investigating, had found there was just enough room to walk safely around at the base of the cliff. He came upon a narrow cleft in the rock, and as his eyes kept glancing downwards to be sure of his footing, he realised that what was simply a deep crack in the rock at eye level widened the lower down it got, until it was a good yard wide where the sea washed into the hole. He bent and peered in, then ducked and went inside, keeping to the narrow ledge against the wall of the sea cave that kept his boots mostly dry. The sea flowed gently into the hidden cave, forming a small pool whose waters reflected a rippling pattern of blue-green light onto the walls, the muted light and quiet causing Rush to draw a deep breath, feeling the headache from the bright sun outside almost immediately ease from behind his eyes. He edged his way to the crescent of sand behind the pool and stretched, looking up. The cleft at the front of the cave went all the way up to the top of the hill, letting in a narrow sliver of light from above and keeping the air fresh. Belle had coaxed him into the sea yesterday, but he’d been too conscious of the other people around them, swimming and frolicking in the surf to really relax and enjoy himself.

This was what he wanted, somewhere peaceful and quiet where they could be alone. He smiled, unclipping his radio and calling Belle.

“Are you able to take a break from whatever you’re doing right now?” he asked. “I want to show you something.”

“Yeah, sure; where are you?”

“Come find me,” he invited, and gave her directions. Putting the radio down, he wasted no time in unlacing his boots and stuffing his socks into them, then stripping off his short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans and briefs, putting them all in a pile on a protruding ledge of rock safely away from the water. Lowering himself to the ground beside the pool, he slid in, the water just coming up past his hips. He let himself sink into the water, resting his head back against the stone and closing his eyes. As his breathing slowed, he became aware of the faint movement of the water against his skin, like a cool caress, and he let his lower body float to the surface of the water, reaching down to stroke his cock lazily, remembering the way, once wet, Belle’s underwear yesterday had left nothing to the imagination.

“Nick?” Belle’s voice floated in from outside.

“In here,” he called, turning over and swimming to the entrance of the cave. It was too bad that the path outside was so narrow, or else he would have gone out and led her in blindfolded, to maximise the surprise. “Come on in. Careful of your footing.”

“Oh!” Belle exclaimed, startled, but was quick to twist and duck her head to pass beneath the entrance. “Oh,” she said in a completely different tone, looking around once she had done so. “It’s lovely.” She made her way to the strip of sand, Rush pushing through the water like an otter at her heels, liking the way the water felt sleeking against his naked body. He lazily rolled over, front to back and onto his front again.

Already pulling her tank top off over her head, Belle paused to watch the sinuous twist of his lithe body, a striking contrast between his tanned upper half and his paler hips and legs, unable to help noticing his erection before it disappeared beneath the surface of the water again. She untied her shoes and toed them off, her rolled-up pants and underwear soon following to make a similar tidy pile next to Nick’s clothes.

“Got room for one more in there?” She sat down on the edge of the pool and slid in, submerging herself briefly as Rush shifted to his feet to make room for her.

“I think we can fit. Of course, we might have to stand really close.” He reached for her as she resurfaced, his hands finding her hips and pulling their bodies close together.

Belle lifted one leg up to wrap around him, positioning his cock where she wanted it, rubbing against him. He wasted no time in cupping his hands beneath her buttocks, and Belle placed her hands on his shoulders and brought her other leg up, trying to mount herself on his cock but she wasn’t wet enough yet for him to slide in easily. She made a sound of frustration.

Rush, feeling the problem, backed her up against the edge of the pool. “Here, wait, let me take care of you first. Hop up there.”

Belle reluctantly let go of him and hoisted herself back up onto the smooth, water-lapped rock, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs for him. “Just get me wet.” She began to pinch and rub her nipples.

“Impatient?” Rush queried with a grin, sinking in the water until his head was level with her thighs.

“I have no desire to be interrupted when someone comes looking for one of us,” she said drily, her head falling back with pleasure as he dragged his tongue up between her folds and over her clit.

“Good point,” he acknowledged, focusing on her clit, licking steadily and feeling his cock, weightless in the water, brush up against the rock wall of the pool with his movements, maddening him. Belle’s clit was swelling hard against his tongue and he switched to sucking; whether or not Belle was impatient, he suddenly was.

“That’s good,” she said breathlessly, feeling the spurt of moisture between her legs and sitting up and tugging on his wet hair. Rush pulled back to slide a questing finger inside her, gathering her juices and drawing them out.

“I’ve got a condom in my jeans pocket,” he offered, although he knew she’d just come off her period and this was as safe enough time as any to go without. They’d figured out how to make them the old fashioned way, out of the intestines and bladders of animals they killed, and while the quality wasn’t quite up to modern latex ones, they were far better than nothing; no one wanted to get pregnant out here. The supply wasn’t consistent, though, so they judged when having intercourse would be pretty safe without one, Rush tracking Belle’s cycles as carefully as she did.

“No, we’re fine, I think.”

Secretly glad of it, he held out his arms and she sat up and slid off the ledge, arms going around his neck and legs wrapping around his hips. He steadied his cock with one hand and she leaned back enough to give him space to line them up and then he was sliding in, her channel slick and hot and snug around him. His world narrowed focus.

Belle closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her forehead against Nick’s. “Hold tight,” he said, leaning back and letting the water take their weight as he stroked backwards, carrying them to the opposite edge of the pool. Belle tightened her arms and legs around him, and even clenched down on his cock, making him want to groan out loud. Glancing over his shoulder, he tried to figure out the best way to do this. Reach back and brace himself, and let Belle ride him? Or the other way around? He decided on the latter, pivoting so that Belle’s back was to the ledge of rock. “Reach back and brace yourself,” he instructed.

Belle did as bid, letting her lower body float up as Rush began to set up a slow, steady rhythm, keeping his thrusts short, his cock buried inside her to prevent her slippery fluids from washing away in the water. The water lapped up and over her body, reflecting in wavy patterns on the walls and ceiling of the cave, the muscles in Rush’s body flexing as he pushed into her, retreated, his hands on her hips, anchoring her, everything suddenly quiet and intent and otherworldly. Shivering with pleasure Belle hooded her eyes, imagining a merman had come up out of the depths to pleasure her, a merman with Nick’s face. She would have been sunbathing nude, and he would surface near her rock, watching, until the first thing she knew, he would pull her into the water, and she would know what he wanted by the hard length of his erection against her body...she would feel a small thrill of fear, but her juices would begin to flow, a primal hunger rising that made her open her legs to him, feeling the wide, flared head push into her body, the slightly alien shape of him, the fin-like frill that fluttered over her clitoris when he was fully sheathed…

Belle tightened, her body arching and her head falling back with a soundless gasp as her climax hit her. Rush picked up his pace, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed into her with a grunt. She let go of the rock behind her, letting the water take all her weight, part of the tide, floating free except where she was joined so intimately to Nick.

He slid his hands up over her taut stomach, palmed the undersides of her small, perfect breasts as his thumbs swept over her nipples, felt her clench around his cock. “Give me your hands,” he said, and hauled her up and against him when she did so, pressing their bodies together, sinking more deeply inside her as the angle changed. She buried her face against his neck with a murmur of pleasure as he drove up inside her.

“Oh yeah, that’s good, right there…” she squirmed.

He sucked at her neck, lapped up underneath her jaw. “You taste salty.”

“So do you.” She mouthed at his earlobe.

“TJ will be glad -- “ He slipped his hands under her buttocks, unable to thrust properly but urging her to rise and fall on his cock. “ -- that we’re getting our nutrients.”

Belle laughed, and the vibrations from her shaking body transmitted themselves all the way down to his cock, making him groan. He spread his legs, bracing himself, and Belle quite deliberately tightened her muscles around him and let go of one of his shoulders to trail her hand down his back, finger gliding down between his butt cheeks. He stilled as she found that right spot to press up against his perineum that sent shivers through him and his orgasm was suddenly approaching fast. “Inside you?” he double-checked.

“Yes.” She pulled her hand back and slipped it down beneath where they were joined, cupping his balls and feeling the heavy weight of them. “Fill me up, Nick,” she said, squeezing firmly.

It sent him over the edge instantly, his seed jetting out of him as he came hard, automatically thrusting up and pulling her down to seal their bodies together, nothing else existing for a few seconds but for the pulsing of his cock deep inside her. He forgot to breathe as he stood frozen in place, his muscles locked in ecstasy, the spasms rippling through him, and then his whole body relaxed, his hands dropping, and Belle lowered her legs and let him slip out of her, a milky swirl spilling out into the water between them.

Feeling like he had to close his eyes for just a few minutes, Nick moved back to the rock ledge where the water was deepest, folding his arms upon the rock and pillowing his head upon them, enjoying the feeling of utter relaxation. Belle followed suit, but kept her eyes open, watching him contentedly.

They both jumped when the shrill crackle of a radio interrupted their reverie.

“Belle, where are you? Have you seen Rush?” It was TJ.

Belle scrambled out of the water and dove for her radio. “I’m here. And, um, Rush is with me; we’re just doing a little exploring.” She listened a minute, then glanced at Rush. “Shuttle’s leaving for the ship in a half hour if we want to get back on board tonight.”

Rush nodded and pulled himself out of the pool as Belle told TJ they’d be there, drying himself the best he could with one of the thin towels that most everyone was carrying around with them. It wasn’t exactly the most absorbent thing, but at least it dried quickly and enabled him to pull his underwear and jeans back onto mostly dry legs. He tucked his shirt through his belt for now, noticing something as he glanced at Belle, who was also dressing. “Water’s rising. From the marks on the walls, I’d say the opening of this cave is entirely submerged during high tide; no wonder no one has reported seeing it before. “

“Time we got out of here, then, eh?” She glanced up, following the line of the crack as Rush had done, seeing the colours of the sunset start to tinge the sky. “This was nice. Why doesn’t Destiny have a swimming pool? Or some hot tubs?” The thought of going back to nothing more than mist showers for the foreseeable future was depressing. She straightened up from tying her last shoe and they began making their way out of the cave.

“A hot tub or two doesn’t sound like such an impossibility,” Rush said thoughtfully. “It need only be filled once and the water kept clean by a filtering system. You know, there’s still a lot of unexplored areas on Destiny that we haven’t been able to get to yet.”

“Do you really think there might be something like that?” Edging along the narrow rock ledge, Belle looked back at Rush with hopeful eyes.

“I don’t see why not. I’ll put that on the ‘to do’ list, shall I?” He grinned at her.

Her cheeks dimpled. “Yes, please.”

Rush thought of all the other things on his neverending ‘to do’ list, things like ‘keep the ship running’ and wondered how he’d find the time, or justify the search to Colonel Young. On the other hand, who knows what they might find in one of the closed-off areas of the ship? There might be something that would help them keep the ship running -- extra weapons, an extra power source, extra supplies. And it could only help them in the long run to repair all hull breaches instead of just closing off those parts of the ship.

Find Look for Ancient hot tub, Rush mentally scribbled down, resolving to find time for some more exploration. It didn’t hurt to dream. And in the meantime, maybe he could ask Destiny to look for a planet with some hot springs.

#rushbelle #anyelle #the cave #a-monthly-rumbelling #ficwoodelf

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Penny For A Cup

Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean Warnings: fluff, light swearing, little bit of angst, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is. Tag List: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione@mogaruke @aliensdeservebetter @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood@megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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“Morning, (Y/N)!” You hear a string of your coworkers call as you walk through the front door, the jingle of its bell ringing through the shop. Looking past the counter where you’d start working in a few minutes, your eyes found a home on the blackboard above- and your shop’s name written in an exquisite cursive in the center.

The Manhattan Mocha, aka your manifestation of a dream you’d had since middle school- to own your own coffee shop. Originally you’d come to New York to go to law school- Cornell, actually- but two years in you took a look at your life and found that you hated it. The same morning you realized that even if you made it through school, the pencil pushing would never end, so you’d decided to make a change. You’d given it all up, your degree, your spot at one of the nation’s top schools, and the future financial stability you craved.

The first few months after dropping out were tough, and you had next to no money. You’d flown through odd jobs until you’d found one you loved: being a barista. It had been a childhood dream of yours to own your own coffee shop one day, but it had always been pushed aside, being as the coffee industry wasn’t exactly lucrative.

You started out working at Cup ‘O Joe, just sweeping and clearing out tables. But over time you’d worked your way up the ranks, until you were pretty much running the place. That’s when the idea first came to you: if you were doing so well at Cup ‘O Joe, then why not own your own place?

At first you hadn’t flat out quit your job, but you’d gone from full time to part time and really threw yourself into the mix. After a few weeks you’d already bought your own store front, and with the help of your roommates you had the interior set up in no time.

Decorating had been the highlight of your week, and you’d absolutely adored crafting centerpieces or message boards for the shops interior. When you were finished, it was one of the proudest moments of your life. Everywhere you looked, you fell in love with what you saw, and all that was left to do was open for business.

You didn’t know if it was because of the location, or just the time of year, but everything started off with a bang. Within no time people were lining up to buy your coffee and assorted breakfast items, and you quickly got “regulars”. Honestly, dropping out of law school had been the best decision of your life, and everything felt really complete for about a year after you first opened the Manhattan Mocha.

That was until your little brother died suddenly.

Apparently he’d had a rare blood disorder that had gone unnoticed for most of his life, until it eventually killed him. Only two years younger than you, Noah died at the age of 20 with so much more of his life left to live- and it had broken your heart.

When you first heard the news you didn’t believe it, and went on that way for a few days until it finally sunk in. You’d been wild: fits of rage plagued your days and you couldn’t stop wondering why something as trivial as his doctor’s neglect had taken Noah away from you. Over time and a lot of trial and error, your wounds eventually healed and you got your life back on track. But you never went back to the person you were before he’d died, and sometimes you’d wonder if you would ever be able to.

When you first walked into your shop, you waved hello to a few of the early birds and immediately got to work. Putting on your apron and giving your best friend Alisha, who owned the store along with you and two other friends, you started the coffees of your regulars who would be in at any moment.

You and Alisha had your own system, and, working in tandem, you effectively brewed, foamed, drizzled and served up coffee along with various breakfast items.

About 20 minutes into the morning, when the store hit its first lull after most of your customers had gone to work, Alisha approached you with a wink, “So, did you talk to lover boy today?”

She was referring to Sam, the mysterious man who showed up everyday at 8 to order his coffee. With either a witty remark or a sweet comment to you, he’d always take his drink to go and wave goodbye, usually shouting, “See you tomorrow!” over his shoulder.

He’d been one of your regulars ever since the store first opened, and you’d always had a secret crush on him. You didn’t know if it was the freshly ironed suit he always wore or his unearthly good looks, but it was fair to say that you were smitten.

He hadn’t shown up that morning though, which was unusual for Sam. From the outwardly impressions you got of him, he seemed like a pretty punctual person: arriving and leaving at the same time almost everyday.

But the clock hanging above the front door read 8:15 and he still hadn’t shown, maybe he was sick?

Looking over, you saw Alisha was smirking and shimmying her shoulders at you from across the bar, you just shook your head and groaned in response, “He’s definitely not ‘lover boy’, and no I haven’t- he probably isn’t coming today.”

She sauntered over to the counter you were sitting on and started twirling her dish towel around in the air, “You should give him your number the next time you see him!”

You just rolled your eyes but she pressed on, “Seriously! Oh! Or write a pick up line on his coffee- I did that with Mark and it totally worked!”

“Oh yeah- which one was Mark again? The one with the tattoo of his mother or the one who was actually living out of his car?” You quipped back, earning a slap across the arm with her dish towel- thank God it wasn’t wet.

“Hey! No fair-” She yelled and would have started to attack you more, but she was interrupted by the familiar jingle of the front door’s bell- which meant a customer had arrived.

You immediately straightened out and plastered a smile across your face, the one you usually donned when interacting with customers. But when you saw who it was, you relaxed and resumed your previous stance: it was Sam.

He rushed through the door and up to the counter where you were lounging, his hair unkept and his tie definitely not on correctly, “Hey! Um, black coffee, double shot of espresso to go please!”

You nodded and turned to start making it, but Alisha was already there, giving her her famous go-talk-to-him-or-I’ll-kill-you look. So, taking a deep breath, you whirled back around to face him and said, “In a hurry?”

“It’s no rush! I’m just pretty late to work, my alarm didn’t go off,” Sam smiled and shifted anxiously on his feet, you could tell he didn’t like not being on time.

You didn’t know what it was, but you suddenly felt pretty bold. So, with nobody in the store but Sam and Alisha to judge you, you leaned over the counter and said, “Come here, your ties pretty crooked!” with a small laugh.

“Oh, thanks!” He turned slightly pink before taking a step closer so you could reach him. The tie was smooth in your hands as you looped your fingers around it, going over and under until it was tied nicely.

“Couldn’t have tied it better myself,” Sam gave you a small smirk before running his hands through his hair, “How’s my hair looking?”

You felt yourself starting to laugh, and you couldn’t repress the giggle that came out as you responded, “Pretty wild,”

“Can you fix that too?” He grinned, taking one more step closer so there were only inches separating the two of you.

You reached up and ran your fingers through the hair you’d been admiring for months, shuffling it back and forth into it’s usual neat arrangement. After about a minute of you fixing and re-fixing his locks you finally took a step back and huffed, “Alright, looking good!”

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get whatever he was about to say out, Alisha bounded over- his piping hot coffee in her hand, “Here you are, that would be 3.67, please!”

“Of course, here,” He reached into his wallet and handed you a five, before turning to you and grinning, “Thanks for the help, I owe you one!”

You just smiled in return and went to give him his change, but when you looked up the bell had already jingled and he was gone.

“Looks like he doesn’t want his 2.33 back!” You said, turning to Alisha, who had her hand to her mouth in disbelief at how flirty the two of you had been.

“Oh my GOD, (Y/N)! He’s so into you!” She squealed and did a twirl around the edge of the counter, to which you only rolled your eyes and blushed.

You weren’t going to get your hopes up, he probably had a girlfriend. But that was before you went to put the 5$ in the register and saw what he’d written on the back:

Call me sometime! We could get coffee together, no just kidding, we could get something else though! 978-345-7789 - Sam Winchester

You dropped the bill and watched it float to the ground as you stood there in disbelief, “ALISHA, OMG LOOK!”

“What?” She propped herself up from the other side of the counter and peered over the edge, her eyes landing on the five you’d dropped.

When she saw the note he’d written on the back in bold, black sharpie, her face lit up, “(Y/N) OH MY GOD! You have to call! You have to call!”

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dawnjeman · 6 years

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Transitional Custom Home Design

It’s always a good day when you start it by seeing a home built by one of my favorite Canadian builders, Veranda Estate Homes (previously featured here & here). They’re truly creative and they often design things that you haven’t seen before. In my opinion, Melissa, the owner and designer, is a trend setter and it’s always a pleasure to share her work on Home Bunch. Here, the designer share more details about this transitional custom home.

“This custom home was designed and built specifically for our amazing clients and their new little one. They originally wanted a more traditional design for the home but after seeing our other project, Elbow Park, they decided to take the interior and exterior of the home in a different direction… a more modern one.

They were absolute dream clients that allowed us to create an amazing home with so many unique and beautiful details throughout. While both clients are busy professionals we only had to meet a few times throughout the entire construction since everything was confirmed via email. Great communication with a lot of trust created an amazing end product!”

Enjoy the house tour, everyone!

Transitional Custom Home Design

This home has a strong presence! Stucco & Trim match to Benjamin Moore AF-100 Pashmina.

Windows: Black aluminum clad windows.

All fascia and downspouts are black.

Roof: Dual Black asphalt roof.

Front Door

Front Door: Custom chevron front door, stained to match the interior woodwork.

Emtek front entry set and levers.

Brick is Dakota Common Brick.

Foyer

This is not a bland home and you get this message as soon you open the front door. Get ready to be impressed!

Hardwood throughout 4” finished on site 1/4 sawn white oak with a custom stain.

Beautiful Dark Hardwood Flooring: here, here, here & here.

Paint Color

Most rooms are painted in Benjamin Moore White Dove OC-17.

Dividers Paint Color

These custom dividers add an industrial feel to this entire space. The lacquered dividers are painted in Benjamin Moore Black 2132-10.

Lighting

Lighting: Local store – similar here.

Ceiling Treatment: Smooth flat ceilings throughout the home on all three levels.

Ceiling Height: 10’ main level & 9’ lower level.

Kitchen

This kitchen features a great layout and a fresh design. This is a great alternative if you’re tired of painted kitchen cabinets!

Wall paint color is Benjamin Moore White Dove OC-17.

Kitchen Cabinetry

The custom kitchen cabinetry is White Oak with a custom blended stain.

Countertop

Countertop: Leathered granite.

Kitchen Island Dimension

Kitchen Island Dimension: 4’ x 6′.

Kitchen Faucet – Delta Trinsic Pro

Island Details

This kitchen features some very impressive custom details.

Industrial Counterstools

The industrial counterstools are from RH – Beautiful & Affordable Counterstools: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Cooktop

Gas cooktop: Wolf.

Tile

Backsplash & Hood Tile: 2×8 linen Oriental White marble tile – similar here.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Cabinet Door Style

Kitchen Cabinet Style: Shaker style profile for the cabinet doors.

Cabinet Hardware: Ashley Norton Apollo Pull – similar here.

Layout

A hall leads to the butler’s pantry and dining room.

Butler’s Pantry

To keep a cohesive look, the designer used the same custom Rough Sawn White Oak cabinets.

Cabinet Hardware: Ashley Norton – similar here.

Hutch

Featuring glass doors with custom mullion, this hutch is the perfect place to store dinnerware.

Backsplash & Countertop

Backsplash: 2×8 linen Oriental White marble – similar here.

Countertop: Leathered granite.

Faucet – Delta Trinsic Bar Faucet.

Globe Sconces: Savoy House.

Fireplace

I love the sleek and simple look of this fireplace.

Fireplace Stone: Leathered Black granite.

Inspired by this Look:

(How I would decorate this Living Room)

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Dining Room Paint Color

Dining Room Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Regent Green.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Home Office

What a fantastic usage of space! The home office features a pair of custom built-in bookcases flanking a custom desk, which can also used as a console. Notice the grid board and batten paneling.

Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Regent Green 2136-20

Interior Doors Paint Color: BM Black 2132-10

Powder Room

Paint Color: Regent Green 2136-20 by Benjamin Moore.

Cabinetry: Custom Oak cabinet with black stain.

Faucet: Brizo.

Similar Hardware: Here & Here.

Black & White

This custom staircase is classic with an exciting twist. This one deserves a pin!!!

Staircase Paint Color

Newel posts, railing and spindles are painted in Benjamin Moore Black.

Newel Post

A close-up on this beautifully-designed modern craftsman-style newel post.

Guest Bathroom

This guest bathroom features a long Rough Sawn White Oak vanity, leathered black granite countertop, Hicks pendant and black hex mosaic tile. This is a winner!

Floor Tile: 2” hexagon tiles.

Wall Tile: 3×6 flat subway tile.

Cabinet Pulls: Here.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Bathroom Faucet

Faucet: Delta.

Cabinet Knobs: Here.

Master Bedroom

The master bedroom features white walls, painted in Benjamin Moore White Dove OC-17, and dark stained hardwood flooring.

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Hall

A hall leads to separated his and hers closets and to the master bathroom.

Master Bathroom

Master Bathroom Flooring: 1/4 sawn white oak in a chevron pattern.

Freestanding Tub: Kohler – similar: Here.

Bathroom Vanities

Cabinetry: Walnut base with clear finish with Benjamin Moore White Dove above for the mirror surrounds.

Cabinet Pulls: Here.

Sconces: Murray Feiss.

Countertop

Countertop: Leathered Black granite.

Faucets: Delta Trinsic.

Shower Tile

Shower Tile: 12×24 porcelain tiles for walls and ceiling of the steam shower, 2×2 black mosaic tile for shower base.

Basement

The completely finished basement features a large open space with wet bar and wine cellar.

Backsplash

Backsplash: 2×8 linen Oriental White marble – similar here.

Faucet – Delta Trinsic Bar Faucet.

Bathroom

Basement Shower – 6×24 porcelain tiles for walls and floor, chevron pattern on back wall.

Cabinetry: Oak cabinets with black stain.

Bathroom Floor Tile: 6×24 black porcelain tile – similar here, here (in grey) & here.

Faucet: Here.

Similar Sink: Here.

Lighting: Here.

Beautiful Mirrors: Here, Here & Here.

Wine Room Shelves

Chevron Shelves: Cabinetry is White Oak w/ custom stain.

Laundry Room Cabinet

The laundry room upper cabinet is stained white oak and the lower cabinets are painted in Benjamin Moore 2136-20 Regent Green.

Flooring: 6×24 black porcelain tile.

Countertop: Black laminate counters.

Backsplash: 3×6 beveled subway tile.

Faucet: Delta Trinsic Bar Faucet.

Hardware: Knobs & Pulls.

Mudroom

The mudroom also features custom cabinetry in White Oak.

Similar Brass Hooks: Here.

Mudroom Flooring

Mudroom Floor Tile: 6×24 black porcelain tile in chevron pattern.

Many thanks to the builder for sharing all of the details above!

Builder: Veranda Estate Homes (Instagram – Facebook)

Photography: @sujataphoto_architecture

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Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Canada

Happy Thanksgiving, my wonderful Canadian readers! To celebrate this special day, I couldn’t have had a better guest! I am truly honored to be featuring Kaitlyn Harris from decorating__life on our “Beautiful Homes of Instagram” series. Kaitlyn lives in Calgary, Canada and you might even remember seeing this stunning home on the blog before. Keep reading and you’ll understand better as this homeowner explains below…

Hi everyone, my name is Kaitlyn Harris and I’m an interior designer based in Calgary, Canada (@decorating__life). Thank you so much for the opportunity to share my home on this amazing blog; I’m honored and excited to be part of such an amazing resource for the design community.

First let me start by saying I’m very grateful and fortunate to own a home that is well known among the design community – in fact, it’s even been featured as a previous Design Inspiration here on Home Bunch! The home was originally designed and built by a local builder called Veranda Estate Homes, and they lived in it from 2011 to 2017. I feel strongly that when a builder designs and constructs their own personal home, it’s probably done to the highest standards possible; this house was no exception. The attention to detail in the home was above anything we had seen in our search, and we instantly fell in love with it.

My husband, Steve, and I built our previous house from the ground up before our two sweet kids – Winnie (age 4) and Cash (age 2) – came along; so we began our home search by looking for empty land where we could build a customized acreage property better suited to our current life. However, after seeing limited options and facing challenging conditions during our search (hiking through feet of snow!) we decided to look at existing properties. We came across our would-be home: a stunning two acre property with over 7,000 square feet of developed space. The home features six bedrooms, five bathrooms, a 1,400 square foot garage, gym, 650 plus bottle wine bar and plenty of marble – just how I like it!

On our first tour of the home, we knew the layout and design was perfect for us, however, we could see some opportunities to improve on existing spaces and tailor them to our needs. Steve works in ecommerce, developing and growing online businesses. I do contract interior design work, when I’m not busy being a mom. We needed a house that was very specific to our lifestyle – lots of space was a must since the entire family is home every day. It was also important we had functional workspaces, in addition to extra usable rooms we could sneak away to for a moment of peace.

We purchased the home in the dead of winter, and moved in the following summer in 2017. The last year has been a fun process making the home our own and reimagining various spaces to fit our unique lifestyle. I had seen this home before on social media, and never dreamed it would become my own. My husband and I worked very hard to achieve this goal, and often the realization that this is our home still hits me – I love it so much!

In the photos below I’ll recap some of the spaces original to the home (with my decorating touch applied!), then explore some of the bigger changes we’ve made since moving in. Enjoy, and thank you once again for allowing us to show you our home – we’re truly honored!

Photography by Phil Crozier.

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Canada

From the moment we drove up the long driveway, we were in love! This home has a very grand, but inviting curb appeal with large double iron front doors and a front veranda.

Front Door

The driveway continues past the front door to a large parking pad (we keep trying to think of a fancier name for it!) and the four car garage. Step inside…

Exterior Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Foyer

Upon entry our guests eyes are guided up the stairs to a large light fixture and walk way to the master bedroom.

Staircase

This grand foyer and spiral staircase is well-loved on social media.

Similar Tables: here & here.

Welcome!

We appreciate that visitors at the front door can’t see into common areas, which is great for privacy and leaves something to the imagination.

Entry Bench: Wayfair.

Rug: Safavieh 4×6

Paint Color

Paint color is Benjamin Moore Seapearl.

Dining Room

This room underwent a major overhaul immediately after moving in. The original dining room felt dark and heavy with tons of wood, and we prefer a brighter / lighter style. With a few coats of paint (including the ceiling) and the addition of a beautiful marble top dining table, the room now feels inviting and elegant. The marble top table is a great tie-in to the kitchen and butler’s pantry.

Dining Table

Our dining chairs are classic oval backs, with a durable fabric that will withstand family dinners for years to come. We’re still searching for the perfect fabric for drapery in this room.

Paint color is Sherwin Williams SW 6245 Quicksilver.

Dining Table: RH. Other Beautiful Dining Tables: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Dining Chairs: RH – similar here & here (set of 2).

Chandelier: Arteriors.

Mirrors: Urban Barn – similar here & here.

Built-in Hutch: Designed by the builder.

Butler’s Pantry

The butler’s pantry is located between the dining room and kitchen, and includes a sink, glass / bottle storage and an icemaker.

We leave our most commonly used house liquor here and it’s the ideal spot to make a quick drink for guests.

Hardware & Lighting

Stone is solid Statuario slab marble countertop and backsplash.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Hardware: Here.

Kitchen

We’ve made no major changes to this kitchen since purchasing the home – how could you! It’s absolutely gorgeous with a full marble countertops and backsplash.

Long before we moved in I searched for the perfect bar stools for the island. I eventually found them on Wayfair, and although they took 10 months to arrive, they were worth the wait!

Kitchen Hood

The custom hood acts as a focal point for the entire room.

Pot Filler: Perrin & Rowe.

The kitchen was designed by Veranda Estate Homes.

Kitchen Lighting

Island Pendants: Visual Comfort.

Sconces above Windows: Visual Comfort.

Kitchen Paint Color

Kitchen Cabinet paint Color: Benjamin Moore Seapearl.

Toaster: Smeg 4 Slice Toaster, Pastel Blue.

Kitchen Hardware: Hickory Hardware.

Meet the Homeowners!

This is the very talented Kaitlyn and her sweet husband, Steve.

Mugs: Crate & Barrel.

Sink & Faucet

Kitchen Bridge Faucet: Perrin & Rowe.

Sink: Kohler.

Island Countertop

The island has a butcher block top, which is more durable than the marble and easily refinished.

Coffee Maker: Nespresso Vertuo.

Candlesticks on Island: Twig & Anchor – similar here, here & here.

Kitchen Desk

You will find the fridge and a custom kitchen desk on the left side of the kitchen.

Kitchen Desk

The kitchen desk features butler’s block countertop and seeded cabinet glass doors.

Chair: RH – similar: here.

Phone: Pottery Barn.

Breakfast Room

This is one of my favorites breakfast rooms ever shared on Home Bunch. Isn’t it gorgeous?!

Dining Chairs: Ikea – similar here, here & here.

I’m Hungry

Kaitlyn’s puppy could be on a cover of any magazine! He’s just sooooo adorable!

Chandelier

Chandelier is Visual Comfort SC5005PN.

Clock: McLaughlin and Scott (discontinued) – similar here & here.

Dining Table

Dining Table: Houzz – similar here & here.

Blue Vase: Wayfair.

Great Room

This room is probably the most shared and pinned photo of this home – it was on my Pinterest board years before we owned the property. The great room features beautiful wood beams, a large stone fireplace and mantle, and our favorite feature: an oversized window bench.

Window-seat

The bench is one of our most common family hang out spots, and has large drawers underneath for toy storage.

Fireplace

The TV in this space is rarely used, so we often cover it up by leaning art on the mantle. It helps emphasize the high ceiling height in this room and nicely balances this grand fireplace.

Rug: Rugs.ca Copenhagen Rug – similar here & here.

Details

Hardwood flooring is Rustic Hickory planks finished on site. The beams are alder and the stone veneer used on fireplace is similar to Montana Quartz – similar here.

Round Accent Table: Joss & Main.

Chairs

Chairs are from Wayfair.

Coffee Table

Coffee Table: RH – similar here & here.

Coffee Table Decor

Beads: Sugarboo – similar here.

Similar Natural Stone Decor: here & here.

Paint Color

Wall paint color is Benjamin Moore Seapearl.

Sideboard: Local – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Mirror

Mirror: Local store – similar here.

Sofa

Sofa is by Bernhardt (super comfortable and great quality!)

Pillows: Etsy.

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Hallway

This hallway lets tons of light in, and connects the home from garage to great room. I found the perfect small console to fit this space for ditching keys and sunglasses when you get home.

Console: Local – similar here, here & here.

Similar Wire Brass Basket: Wayfair.

Women’s Boots: Hunter.

Children’s Boots: Joe Fresh.

Pantry

This pantry got so many pins last time I shared it on the blog! It has a fantastic layout and I love the fact that it was a microwave.

Stand Mixer: KitchenAid in Aqua Sky.

Wood Crate: Wayfair.

Powder Room

The powder room features a classic marble washstand with metal base and wall paneling.

Washstand: RH – similar here.

Similar Mirror: here.

Mudroom

We’ve left the original mudroom intact with no major changes. We followed the advice of our realtor, who told us to always put your kids cubbies furthest from the door – there’s nothing worse than a toddler sitting on the floor to take off their shoes while you have your arms full of groceries!

Pendants: Visual Comfort.

Wallpaper: Anthropologie.

Cow Head Bust: Sagebrooke Home.

Similar Baskets: Here.

Playroom

Our previous home had an upstairs bonus room where the kids watched TV and played with toys. This home doesn’t have one in the layout, so we reimagined an upstairs bedroom and converted it into a playroom. We added wall decals, custom art and installed a TV. The bedroom has a large closet, which is perfect for toys, and an attached bathroom. It’s become a favorite hangout space before bed, and the best part about it, you can close the door and hide the mess!

Side Tables: Wayfair.

Decal

Decall: Urbanwalls.

Wall Art: Peekaboo Woodland Animals.

Sofa & Rug

Blue Chesterfield Sofa: Local store – similar here.

Ottoman: Revolve – similar here, here & here.

Rug: Rugs.ca 8×8 Casablanca Round Rug – Other fun rugs: here

Reading Nook

Similar Draperies: Here & Here.

Previous Home

Cashton’s bedroom in our old house was one of my most popular social posts, and it’s widely shared on Pinterest / Instagram – you’ll see most of the same furniture. The custom made “pipe” shelf was sourced from a local handyman who builds these using unused materials from job sites.

Son’s Bedroom

Cashton’s bedroom had a large hand-painted mural in it that didn’t fit our design plan for the room. Due to the thickness of the paint and the ridges it created, we had to have the wall skim coated and repaired to achieve a flat paintable surface. The whole room was repainted in a steely blue.

Crib: West Coastal Kids – similar here & here.

Dresser: RH – similar here & here.

Similar Side Table: here.

Similar Pipe Shelves: here & here.

Similar Pouf: here.

Rug

Plaid rug is from a local store – similar here.

Paint Color

Paint Color: Valspar CI188 Stormy Cove.

Propeller: Wayfair.

Jack & Jill Bathroom

The kid’s bedrooms are connected with a Jack and Jill bathroom, which helps streamline bedtime for mom and dad. There is a water closet and tub opposite the sink, which are not pictured.

Faucet: Kohler.

Similar Lighting: Here.

Similar Hardware: Here.

Wallpaper

Wallpaper is from Anthropologie.

Bathroom Floor Tile: 2” white hex tile with a black pencil and white ceramic boarder.

Daughter’s Bedroom

The original owner of this home had two boys, so this bedroom required a major overhaul. Like most little girls, my daughter loves pink and princesses, and the existing wallpaper, paint and window coverings we’re not going to work for her.

Immediately upon move-in we stripped the wallpaper and repainted the whole room a soft pink color. Custom drapery was added above the window bench – which we repurposed from our last home – I made all of the paper flowers on the wall by hand, and we stapled those to the wall around her canopy.

Bed: Ikea.

Dresser

The dresser is originally from IKEA, and we added the custom gold molding details (from “Overlays”) to ensure it was cohesive with the room.

Similar Mirror: Here.

Paint Color

Paint Color: Behr RD-W3 My Sweetheart.

Master Bedroom

One of our first priorities in this home was to brighten up the master bedroom with new paint. We also plan to add some architectural details to the walls / ceiling in the future (such as paneling or beams). The window looks out to a pond frequented by moose and deer.

King-sized Bed: Local store – similar here, here, here & here.

Nightstands: House of Hampton.

Bedding: Pottery Barn.

Floor Mirror: Orren Ellis.

Paint Color

Paint Color: Sherwin Williams – SW 7070 Site White.

Chandelier is by Visual Comfort.

Chair: Wayfair.

Similar Bench: here.

Nightstand Decor

Ring Table Lamp: Local store – similar here, here, here & here.

Similar Candle Holder: here & here.

Her Office

My previous homes never had an office I could devote to my design work, and finally I have this perfect spot to edit my photos and sketch new ideas. The built-in desk is located off the master bedroom, and looks out to the front of the property. I love working here in the morning and enjoying a coffee while my daughter lays in my bed watching TV.

Chandelier is by Visual Comfort.

Paint Color

Paint color is Site White by Sherwin Williams.

Deconstructed Tufted Wingback Chair: Carpenter James – similar here, here, here & here.

Sconces

Cabinet is painted in Benjamin Moore Oc-19 Seapearl.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Beautiful Pin Boards: Here.

Dressing Room

Steve and I have separate his and hers closets, which means I can keep my closet perfectly organized and feminine (there’s a reason his isn’t pictured!) The closet has lots of built-in shelving and a full dresser with jewelry drawers. The oval shaped window lets in plenty natural light, which helps this space feel clean and airy.

Master Bathroom

Women swoon over this master bathroom! A luxurious, marble-clad space featuring dual vanities, a soaker tub, makeup desk and family shower.

We purchased the large freestanding mirror from the original owners – source here.

Beautiful Floor Mirrors: here, here & here.

Tub Accent Table: Aidan Gray.

Vanity

Bathroom cabinetry is painted in Benjamin Moore Seapearl.

Chair: Wayfair.

Vanity Mirror: Here.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Shower

The multiple shower heads and body-sprays are ideal for cleaning up the kids after a messy meal – they also love creating potions in here!

Flooring

The bathroom featuring hardwood flooring in a herringbone pattern.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

His Office

Function was key in my husband’s office. In order to effectively work from home, he needs a space away from the “action” of the kitchen / family room, lots of natural light and plenty of storage. This office is located right off the front entrance, with a perfect view of the driveway and gate. It has built in cabinets and we converted one side into a foam-lined recording booth that he uses for webinars and training videos; the desk was purchased from the original sellers. I made him hide three additional computer monitors for the sake of this photo shoot!

Desk Chair: Hooker Furniture.

Similar Desk: Here.

Paint Color

Paint color is Benjamin Moore HC168 Chelsea Gray.

Console Table: Wayfair.

Similar Trunks: Here & Here.

Wall Art: Local – similar: Here.

Basement Rec Room

After a new coat of paint to brighten up the whole space, we added a large comfortable sectional and plush rug. It quickly became our preferred TV hangout and entertaining space. New window coverings were added for privacy, including custom drapery to cover the double doors.

Similar Brass Bowl: CB2

Coffee Table

Coffee Table: Here.

Similar Pillows: West Elm.

Basement Paint Color

Paint Color: Cloverdale CA187 Platinum

Sectional Sofa: Local store – Other Great Sectional Sofas: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Pool Table Lighting

Just behind this seating area is a pool table, dart board and cabinet full of board games.

Pool Table Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Bar

We have visions of converting this space to a pub feel, so there’s still some work to be done.

Barstools: RH – similar here & here (counterstools)

Cork Vase: Wayfair.

Entertainer’s Dream

My husband has a large scotch collection as well, which we keep outside the wine room in a back-lit mirrored shelving area. The bar is outstanding for entertaining and storage, with a built in TV and our own house cocktail menu for guests to choose from.

Cabinetry is Alder.

Brass Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Wine Room

This amazing 650+ bottle wine room and bar is definitely a focal point in the basement. While not big wine collectors originally, our passion for it has grown and the wine room is now well stocked.

Flooring

Floor is heated concrete.

Gym

We always loved the idea of having a dedicated gym in our house, however our homes in the city never had the space. This gym helps us avoid driving on treacherous winter roads, and it’s a good escape when you need to blow off some steam. The mounted TV is great for watching spin classes or YouTube workout videos – it’s like having a built-in trainer.

Guest Bedroom

We love to entertain, and after a night of games and wine we see lots of overnight guests. This room was completely overhauled with new paint, a large TV and comfortable amenities for guests. We keep the drawers stocked with overnight supplies so an advanced reservation is never required.

Bed: Here & Here.

Lamps: Wayfair.

Nightstands: Here (currently available only in white and grey).

Laundry Room

Paint Color: Benjamin Moore OC-23 Classic Gray.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Back Porch

The deck is a previously unseen highlight of this home.

Fireplace Arm Chairs: Here.

Unwind

With such a short summer, we spend most warm nights outside enjoying the peace and quiet; the outdoor fireplace sees plenty of action, and the kids enjoy watching a show while mom and dad relax.

Decor

I designed and drafted our outdoor dining table, which was then custom built by my father-in-law – it has a composite decking top, which is incredibly durable for our harsh winters. There is also a large seating area opposite the dining area which is not pictured.

Similar Outdoor Dining Table: Here.

Dining Chairs: Wayfair.

String Patio Lights: Here.

Lanterns: Wayfair.

Many thanks to Kaitlyn Harris for sharing all of the details above. Make sure to follow @decorating__life on Instagram and visit her website for more inspiration!

Photography by Phil Crozier.

Builder & Designer: Veranda Estate Homes.

You can see more specs on this home here.

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Oh She Glows For Dinner + Pre-order Bonus Bundle!

Hi everyone! I hope that summer is treating you well so far, and you’re staying in good health and good spirits during what has been a heartbreaking year. How are you and your families doing right now?

At long last, I have some fun news to share with you today! This cookbook reveal was supposed to go out to you in May, then in June, and then in early July, but with everything going on in the world it just didn’t feel right, so I delayed it multiple times. I’m not sure it feels right even now, but I’ve had a lot of questions about the new book’s listing on various retailers online, so I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. I’m holding onto the hope that this news will bring a smile to your face and a bit of cheer. :)

If you haven’t guessed already, my new cookbook, Oh She Glows for Dinner: Nourishing Plant-Based Meals To Keep You Glowing, is finally complete and it comes out in a couple of short months! It’s been a wild ride to cross the finish line (never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be wrapping up a cookbook during a pandemic and lockdown), but after 3 years of working away on this project, I’m absolutely thrilled to let you know all the juicy (pun intended) deets about this new book. If you subscribe to my newsletter, you may have seen the sneak peek pop into your inbox yesterday!

Here’s a little behind-the-scenes from earlier this year when I was going over the book design!

Shifting from “behind-the-scenes” mode to “in-the-spotlight” mode doesn’t come easily for me (I’m much more of a behind-the-scenes kinda gal!), so this “launching into the world” part of the creation process is a big challenge for me on a personal level, and oh boy, the nerves I have right now are unreal. I’d be perfectly happy to work away diligently behind-the-scenes and never have to self-promote. ;) Do any of you relate? I’m always up for a good challenge, though, and getting to reconnect with you all is the icing on the vegan cake!

This book would not have been possible without your encouragement, patience, and support throughout the whole process! It also wouldn’t have been possible without my small-but-mighty team made up of Nicole and Eric. They are my rocks, my sanity savers, my reasons for inappropriate fits of laughter, my sounding boards, my reminders to drink more caffeine and breathe, and it goes on. My incredible, diligent group of recipe testers (a special shout out and thank you to Anna, Carin, Tana, Tammy, Laurie, Caroline, Danielle, Vanessa, Lynn, Audrey, Stephanie D., Anne, Kathy, Stephanie S., Andrea, Beth, Katie, Lindsay M., Bridget, Laura, Lindsay V., Erin, Heather, Suzanne, Adrienne, Stephanie M., Carolina, Kirsten, Lori, Marina, and Kristen) have tested, and tested, and tested these recipes right alongside me and shared the most helpful feedback. And last but not least, I have so much gratitude for the amazing teams at Penguin Random House Canada and Avery!

I held this book in my hands for the first time last week! I can’t even tell you how fast my heart was a-thumpin’ when I opened the box! It is always slightly terrifying and thrilling to open one of my books for the first time, and it really never gets any easier to send my heart and soul’s work off into the world. But I am so darn proud of this book. It’s my very first hardcover book, too!

About this book

Oh She Glows for Dinner is a reflection of what you, my dear readers, have asked me for the most over the years—more plant-based, crowd-pleasing dinner recipes!

Dinner is something I think most of us have struggled with (I know I sure have!), and when you throw “plant-based” into the mix it can be even trickier to figure out. If you’ve ever shrugged your shoulders over what to make for a vegan meal and resorted to toast or a bowl of cereal, you certainly aren’t alone. I knew I had to create this cookbook to help answer the ever-burning “what’s for [plant-based] dinner?” question. As an added benefit, the recipes in this book also make incredible (and often portable) lunches! You’ll also find the perfect, satisfying sides to add to your dish, meal-worthy salads for every season, hearty & healing soups and stews, and a bounty of flavour-poppin’ sauces, dressings, parmesans, and pestos that you can make to change up the flavour profile (or simply punch up your dish even more). And I threw in a delicious dessert/drink chapter, of course, because it wouldn’t be an Oh She Glows cookbook without some sweet, healthified treats! ;)

What you’ll find inside:

Dietary and Cooking Labels

Each recipe indicates whether it is nut-free, gluten-free, soy-free, grain-free and/or oil-free, raw/no bake or one pot. Out of 106 vegan recipes in this cookbook, 101 are gluten-free or have a gluten-free option, 90 are nut-free or have a nut-free option, and nearly all are soy-free. I also share whether the recipe is kid-friendly, freezer-friendly, and/or if any advance prep is needed. My “on the glow” label tells you whether the recipe is portable. My goal was to pack in as much helpful info as I could for you (dare I say this is my most informative book yet?)…you know me, go big or go home…lol.

Storage and Reheating Instructions

Almost all of the recipes in this cookbook also include specific storage and reheating instructions, customized to each recipe. My recipe testers and I spent so much time testing the recipes to take the guesswork out of them for you!

Active Time and Total Time

Each recipe tells you how much active time and total time will be required. Active time is the time you are actively preparing food in the kitchen. Total time reflects how long the recipe takes from start to finish. If applicable, we also share Soak time and/or Chill time.

Full-page colour photographs

I am so excited to share that I did the food photography and food styling for the recipes in this book – there are more than 100 of my photographs inside!

Glow Getter Meal Plans

This book includes 4 meal prep plans! Each time-saving plan provides step-by-step instructions, so you can prep or fully make 3 dinner recipes in just 60 to 90 minutes. I knew it was important to create plans that would actually work for a busy lifestyle. I’ve tried plans in the past that take 2.5 to 3 hours each week, and they just didn’t fit into my life. These plans don’t take long (60 to 90 minutes at a brisk pace) and they set you up with a few hearty meals each week!

Menus To Get Your Glow On

I also share my tried-and-true menus for special occasions or themed nights, such as Girls’ Night, Mother’s Day, Game Night, The Oh She Glows Cookbook Club Night, and more. If you have ever struggled with how to combine recipes for special meals, I really hope this will give you the inspo you need to simplify your planning. Don’t forget to check out our bonus bundle below as it includes 4 designed printable menus which correspond to menus found in the book!

Helpful Recipe Lists

My Helpful Recipe Lists index at the back of the book provides at-a-glance searching of recipes by allergy label or preference, so you can find all the gluten-free recipes grouped together in one spot, or all the kid-friendly, freezer-friendly, nut-free, one pot, and on the glow recipes.

My Pantry Staples, Kitchen Tools and Appliances

I’ve included a condensed list of the essential pantry items I keep on hand along with my favourite tools and appliances. If I have a preferred brand, I share those names with you, so you know exactly what I use in my own kitchen.

The Oh She Glows for Dinner Bonus Bundle is here!

The response to my pre-order bonus bundles for my previous two cookbooks was so enthusiastic, I knew I had to raise the bar and add in some exciting and unique new bonus features. This Oh She Glows for Dinner Bonus Bundle is definitely my favourite, most cheerful and creative pre-order bundle yet. All the *heart eye* emojis for this one. I had so much fun collaborating with local artist, Kayla Whitney, to create an adorable, custom Oh She Glows “Glow” downloadable art print for you to print and hang on your walls! This is my very first custom Oh She Glows print and it looks so bright and cheery on the wall. If you end up hanging the print in your house, we’d LOVE to see it! Simply tag it with #ohsheglowsfordinner on social media.

In addition to the “Glow” art print, you’ll receive 4 artfully designed Oh She Glows for Dinner menus to download and adorn your dinner table on special occasions. Super-handy Glow Getter Meal Plan printables from the new book will make prepping the plans even easier when your book arrives. It’s so convenient to print the meal plans and place them on your counter so you can cross things off as you work through the plan. Lastly, I couldn’t make you wait until October to get cooking, so I’ve included 4 advance recipes in this bundle—a few of my summer-friendly ones that we’ve been enjoying during this hot season!

If you pre-order Oh She Glows for Dinner, keep your receipt handy and follow this link to get your free bonus bundle PDF!

Pre-order now at the following retailers:

Amazon.ca

Amazon.com

Indigo.ca

Barnes & Noble

Barnes & Noble (signed copy)

The Book Depository

Books-A-Million

Apple Books

Amazon.co.uk

Please note: We earn a small commission if you purchase an item through our affiliate links above. Thank you so much for your support!

I can’t wait to hear what you think!!

With love and gratitude,

Angela xo

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Here’s a little behind-the-scenes from earlier this year when I was going over the book design!

About this book

Oh She Glows for Dinner is a reflection of what you, my dear readers, have asked me for the most over the years—more plant-based, crowd-pleasing dinner recipes!

What you’ll find inside:

Dietary and Cooking Labels

Storage and Reheating Instructions

Active Time and Total Time

Full-page colour photographs

I am so excited to share that I did the food photography and food styling for the recipes in this book – there are more than 100 of my photographs inside!

Glow Getter Meal Plans

Menus To Get Your Glow On

Helpful Recipe Lists

My Pantry Staples, Kitchen Tools and Appliances

The Oh She Glows for Dinner Bonus Bundle is here!

If you pre-order Oh She Glows for Dinner, keep your receipt handy and follow this link to get your free bonus bundle PDF!

Pre-order now at the following retailers:

Amazon.ca

Amazon.com

Indigo.ca

Barnes & Noble

Barnes & Noble (signed copy)

The Book Depository

Books-A-Million

Apple Books

Amazon.co.uk

Please note: We earn a small commission if you purchase an item through our affiliate links above. Thank you so much for your support!

I can’t wait to hear what you think!!

With love and gratitude,

Angela xo

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