#MY SISTER IS LETTING ME USE HER COOL TABLET

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Description: When the Winter soldier experiments go wrong on your fiance Crown Prince James Barnes and he ends up crippled and unstable, you call the engagement off and your family proposes that the alliance can still be on if his family pairs you up with his twin brother Nick instead. All seems to be fine and dandy until James breaks out of the lab one night and comes straight for you, razing everyone who stands in his way.

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier James Bucky Barnes | Morally Gray Princess!You. 

Disclaimer: I do not own James Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler or any of the MCU characters mentioned (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content. Minors do not interact.  

Warnings: Dubcon, morally gray!reader, opportunistic reader, smut with plot, dark!Bucky, angst, winter soldier, exhibitionism, choking, hair pulling, slapping, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected p-in-v, biting, missionary and doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, fear kink, power imbalance, Bucky's metal arm (?), pet names (rosey, baby), Daddy kink, sir kink.

Note: I think this sounds a bit unserious and somewhat goofy aah but this was exactly my idea and I don't think I could have done it any different. Please let me know what you think <3 

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You rolled your eyes with a scoff at something your now fiance and ex brother-in-law to be, Crown Prince Nick Barnes, said. The night was cool and you had ordered for the lights of the garden that your balcony faced to be turned down. Your silk nightgown that was dark blue in color -Nick's royal color- hung from your shoulders in the most comforting way as the skirt bit of the article swayed with the gentle breeze. You heard Nick's chuckle on the other end of the video call and before you retorted with something edgy because that was just the kind of Princess that you were, you shifted against the railing to make yourself more comfortable while still holding the phone in such a way that he could see you.

His demanding nature was not one you particularly fancied but you supposed that was the kind of liberty that came with being an actual heir. Though you couldn't help but be reminded of how although his brother -the older twin- was a much better crown prince than Nick could ever be and yet he had never made you feel inferior in status by imposing his will on you.  

It was impossible for you not to muse on the possibility that if your older sister, The actual Crown Princess of your kingdom, had been chosen by his brother instead of you, Nick would still treat her the same way and if she would put up with having to be subservient. 

"All things considered, Your Royal Highness, we are still not having a dozen children" the title never failed to sting your tongue due to how you had never had to use it for your original fiance. 

But Nick was just one of those people. 

His snort made you want to roll your eyes but you knew better than to disrespect him as the two of you shared a rather formal relationship that was quite terse around the edges. Perhaps, his brother had spoiled you too much. "I always find it amusing that you think you have a choice in–" you were busy watching the stars because you could not bear to look at him when he behaved like this. But then he abruptly changed the topic and you didn't care to express concern by glancing at the screen, "I thought you said you excused your ladies, little one" he did not appreciate being lied to; something he shared with his identical brother.  

"I did, Your Excellency" when he sighed in disapproval, you had to avert your eyes from the sky to look down at him on the screen with an air of annoyance about you. "I really–" 

"Then who is that behind you?" Nick had also been busy reading away on a tablet as he traveled somewhere -probably back to the Palace- in a vehicle but now he narrowed in on his screen. 

Your eyebrows remained flat and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Ha ha, Your Highness, very funny" he had a thing for making silly jokes when he was in an agreeable mood, or at least moving towards one. 

"Y/n, I am serious" there was an urgency in his voice as he leaned closer to get a better look. "Turn around right now and tell me who is–" 

"You even wear his color now, huh rosey?" Your body took a good few moments to register the voice behind you and you nearly failed to recognize it at first. Though when your brain finally managed to make the association, your heart dropped into your stomach and your blood ran ice cold. 

You spun around on your heels so hard they ached, coming face to face with James Barnes; the original Crown Prince and your real fiance. The man who had chosen you over your sister; giving preference to you for once, the brave warrior who had surrendered his body to his country; so they could make the best protector possible out of him, the honorable fool who only wanted to do good; a hero too noble for this wretched world.

Your phone that now blared with Nick's alarmed yells slipped through your numbing fingers but James caught it before it could break against the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?" You harshly whispered as if in a defensive autopilot, overwhelmed by how he had grown three times his size. Your eyes unintentionally traveled to where his arm had gotten mutilated on an expedition and you found a metal one glinting up at you in its stead. Maybe your reaction could be considered foolish in hindsight, but the knowledge that you were utterly at this unstable man's mercy and had nothing to defend yourself with against his monstrous stature terrified you. That in turn caused you to act in the only way you thought was appropriate as you desperately hoped for your facade to affect him in a helpful way. 

"Did all those years mean nothing to you, rosey?" His face was covered in stubble and his dark hair was long as it obscured most of his features, deep voice animalistic as his black leather clad form seemed to expand and contract with each heavy breath. Your throat tightened in on itself and your breath hitched. What the hell had they really done to him? 

"You shouldn't be here, James" you looked around for your guards– anyone but found the area to be eerily silent. How had you not noticed this ominous shift in your environment before? "That is against the rules as you're endangering the future Queen and many other people" he was all about rules and that was what you had disliked most about him. "Go back" your heart was on the verge of exploding but you pushed on with as much a semblance of composed firmness as you could muster. 

Nick's threats and curses melted into the background as James coldly snorted before snatching you by your hair, fingers snaking through a tangle of the strands, the action causing you to wince. It was only when you tried to fight him back and the bustle caused the two of you to inch closer to the lighting of your chambers did his face really come into your view. Your eyes widened in horror as your hand went to clamp over the hold he had on you defensively.

His pale face was covered in blood splatters and his glossy teal eyes seemed to shake, their blown pupils crazed. 

"So it was always about the crown then, huh, rosey?" You would never have expected him to sound as hurt and betrayed in this maddened state as he did.

"You know it was" you lied through your teeth to try and get his stance to falter like it always did when you counterattacked to his affectionate advances with hostility; the only thing you had known all your life. "Nothing matters more than the crown" the world functioned on power. So you had always used and abused that you had over him; over his heart. 

"I see" except, it didn't seem to budge him much today. Your eyes desperately scanned your dark surroundings again, this time for a weapon albeit still in vain. "In that case, you should be with me, then" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you whimpered at how his fingers tightened around your neck. 

"James!" And then you were getting dragged back into your chambers. 

Once he had approached your bed, he placed your phone on the bedside table so a fuming Nick could clearly see whatever was about to unfold. 

Your flailing form was yanked back in frame and then held tightly in place by the clasping of his metal hand over the deep neckline of your nightgown. "Because I am all fixed up," your eyes turned to look at him in horror as he chuckled dryly, "and back to take all that's mine" you screamed and hot tears finally rushed down your flushed cheeks when your compressed breasts sprang free in the air upon his tearing a thick valley between the front piece of your gown. James only snickered into the camera while his brother screamed at him to not dare damage what was his amongst other profanities. 

But wasn't James simply repossessing what had always belonged to him in the first place? 

He had finally corrected himself in the way the world deserved. 

Now he would only live for himself like everyone else was. 

He was done getting played for a fool by all. 

"Please!" Your words fell on deaf ears as the man proceeded to further rip his brother's color off your body furiously until nothing remained in his hold except for your nudity, strong jaw nearly ticking broken due to how it was clenched as he did so. 

"Tell me, dear, did you also let him have you?" You were nearly petrified at this point both by shame and fear as he manhandled you onto the bed before crawling over you like a predator and trapping your limbs under his. "And if you dare lie to me then so God help me" his metal hand roughly fondled your breasts as his other hand tightly restrained your limp yet determined wrists above your head. 

"S- Stop!" Your back arched and you turned your face away in disgust when he started sniffing you all over like a hungry hound. 

"Hm, what about this little pussy of mine down here" a chill ran down your spine at how the crevices of his metal hand felt against your nether lips when he stroked them. "Has she forgotten her Daddy, hm?" He was the stark opposite of the man you had been engaged to and that in addition to how you had last seen him slashing at the lab assistants while speaking a language you did not understand as well as how semi-liquid crimson particles covered his face caused for a wave of pure terror to rush over you. But it was nothing compared to the chilling fact that his body heat and touch -regardless of its fashion- had awakened that one familiar feeling only he could evoke in you.

Nick went silent at James' words and you felt blood rush to your tear stained cheeks. 

Contrary to popular belief, you were not the chaste future Queen saving herself for her wedding night and King like the royal protocol demanded. 

But in your defense, the then future King, James, himself was the one who had defiled you because you were already his. And you had let him for you could act all high and mighty as you desired in front of him as well as others due to how comfortably open he had always been about his feelings for you hence presenting a very vulnerable perhaps even a subservient part of himself to you on a silver platter, but also because the man knew how to fuck.

You were addicted to how he felt against you and though you had never brought your suspicion to your lips, you had wondered for the entirety of the time your betrothal had changed to Nick whether the younger twin would ever be able to come even close to his brother. 

"Would you look at that?" His coo sounded out of place and ominous due to how the pretend softness stood out from the menace of his tone. "It doesn't seem like she has," your fingers instinctively clawed the air to try and take a hold of his hand to deal with the feeling of his bionic digits invading their way between your petals. "She still weeps and blinks up dumbly at me like a stupid slut all the same" horror filled you as you became hyper aware of Nick's eyes on you, and yet your skin began to buzz at the filthy words that still scratched you in that one way regardless of everything. "Rosey…?" It was chilling how he playfully raised an eyebrow like he wasn't covered in blood and flesh of the people that he had torn apart on his way to you, instead giving you a lazy grin as he spread your privates apart with the back of his hand. "Be honest for once and say, you didn't let him touch you, did you?" Your loins sparked to life when the tip of his finger ghosted over your entrance. "I mean, I know how demanding a whore you really are, common ways can't satisfy you and you don't waste your time on lost causes" James bent down to inch his grin closer to peer down at you and you had to turn your eyes away with a clasping shut of your lids. You had been caught. "The crown matters more than anything, huh?" Your eyes further clenched at his taunt and a shiver reverberated through you when his hot tongue darted out to swipe across the tear stains on your cheeks. 

He had promised you during your courting period that he would never allow a single tear to fall from your eyes. It seemed so that even in this state, he was determined to keep it. This way or that.

"I- I belong to someone else now." Having always been treated inferior to your sister, you refused to let go of your only chance at power. So jutting your chin out determinedly you refused to look at him and falter in your stead, for you knew it would make you cave as his face was still that of your protector and pursuer.

Because even if a woman had not the slightest preference for her admirer, the mere knowledge that she was fancied earned him a place in her heart still. 

"No, you don't" his words were stern and determined. "You were mine and you are mine" his lips trailed their way down to your neck to mark you his while one of his metal fingers penetrated your intimate band of muscles, causing you to bite back a moan as your pussy clenched defensively; hence intensifying the pleasure. "It's not your fault, really. Your little girl brain is too small to remember the difference between me and him for too long since we are identical, huh baby?" You hated how your traitorous hips betrayed you and began to move in sync with his finger. "But you don't have to worry your pretty little head about that, my sweet rosey…" His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your alarmed skin. "I'll just claim you again to remind you" his teeth were sharp and unforgiving against your skin that had faded out the marks of his passion. "And I'll put my heir into that little womb of yours so whenever your tiny mind tries to get too silly again, my child will remind you who you belong to" he refused to acknowledge your protests at that and plopped his fingers out of you just long enough to undo his pants. "Besides," his hard cock easily found its way to your entrance, as always, "isn't procreation one of the duties of the King and the Queen?" 

It was then you realized that his transformation had been physical in every sense. 

Your eyes widened as your body jolted upwards in shock, lazed out hips now sparking up to life to almost try and get away from the cruel impaler that threatened to intrude it in a manner so devastating that the band feared a ripping of the lining. 

James snorted when your pussy refused to accept him and clenched in on itself defensively to shut him out, your petals nearly trembling in fear. "Aw, baby. How cute, you did stay faithful to me after all, huh" shaking his head when you only sobbed in response, he grunted as his huge shoulders moved to attempt an invasion yet again only to be denied. "Tsk, tsk, never learns her lesson, does she?" 

"Plea–" your words were cut off by a harsh smack resounding against your pussy lips and you jerked up and into his chest. 

"Bad pussy" he seemed to be immersed in a world of his own amusement and lust, ears deaf to your pleas while his dark eyes drank up every last drop you had to offer. "Always playing around with her Daddy" the force of his metal hand was cruel against your tender flesh when three short paced slaps came down on it in quick succession. "Thinking she has a choice, tsk" the next hit was hard and heavy. "It seems she needs to be reminded who calls the shots around here" two concluding slaps later, you were being braced for his cock again and surprisingly enough, your tense little pussy was much more compliant with receiving him this time. 

That, and the embarrassing amount of slick that had seeped through your petals as a product of the brief disciplining session. 

"You feel that, baby?" His eyes finally looked up into yours as he aligned himself along your entrance. "She's all fixed up for her Daddy now" and then he pushed in. 

"Oh!" Your back arched before you could respond since he bottomed out rudely at once, biting down on a sensitive patch of your neck the same time as when he intruded your insides. 

The thing was, it wasn't that James wasn't an experimental lover, no. The two of you had done things that you felt mortified to even think about for too long. But it had always been with proper care and vigilance because the then crown prince was very soft on you as he referred to you as his heart. So you treated him like a pet dog and trampled all over his feelings and the liberty you had found in his treatment of you; something you had never been allowed before. You were used to pulling at his strings like a puppeteer.

But now, the way he pulled and twisted you in whatever fashion that he desired… 

You never expected the rush of hot need that waved its way over you and the thick arousal that gushed out of your womb to slick his cock to be the result of his manhandling you like you were no more than a doll for him to play with. 

And then his touch that you had been deprived of for months was further blocking your intellectual faculties amongst other things. 

James' eyes fluttered close as his metal hand reached for your throat to squeeze out the remnants of your refusals. A grunt left him as he let himself reminisce as well as get overwhelmed by the velvet texture of your splotched walls. He brought his face closer to yours and groaned before pressing it into one of your cheeks to press hard, sloppy kisses all over it as his hips moved but only to press harder up your womb. 

It was James' custom invented way of getting you completely stretched out for his cock. 

… That had grown thrice its size because of his serum procedures. 

And the man had already been way bigger than the average. 

"J- Jame-s!" You gasped out, struggling to breathe. His stiff tip felt like it was beginning to penetrate something else. "P- Plea-se!"

"What do you want, huh baby?" Your features scrunched together in discomfort as you flexed your fingers again. They needed to be freed so they could hold onto something to cope with the overwhelming penetration.  

"Move…" A smirk pulled his lips apart and he opened his dark teal eyes to peer down at you, silently grunting as he pushed deeper at that. "P- Pl-ease–" your tears were starting to become hot and you could feel your nerves bulging against your forehead from the lack of oxygen. 

"Will you behave if I do?" Your toes curled as you hissed, the knee that you wanted to bring up as a way to deal with the pain trapped under his heavy thigh.

You timidly nodded because there was not much else left for you to do. It hurt, and you wanted him to move to ease the pain almost as much as you needed him to fuck you. 

James clicked his tongue in disapproval and bit down on one of your nipples in a punishing manner, making you jolt upwards in pain. "Use your words, honey." A surge of pure pleasure overwhelmed you and you moaned loudly with satisfied nods, letting him know that you were in the process of complying. 

Like you always did when he was buried balls deep in your cunt.

"So you were fucking him when he was courting you, weren't you?!" Nick was furious on the other line, feeling like a lied to fool as you had denied it when he had asked you about it. "I fucking knew it you stupid slut!" The words caused you to clench harder around James' girth as you bit your bottom lip. "I am–" he went to cut the call but a gun entered the frame to press into his temple as his car seemed to come to a halt. You heard a faint 'watch' being told to your fiance.

But for some twisted reason, the way in which Nick's livid eyes now watched you with a quiet rage caused the desire in your hips to only bubble hotter. He didn't have a choice for once and you could go against him all you pleased "I w- will behave… p-lease!" Your eyes had stuck on your fiance so James patted your cheek to redirect your attention to him. 

"Eyes on me" the demand was followed by his letting go of your wrists to snake his arms under your waist to hoist you up and in a more convenient position for his cock. You moaned as your fingers found his long hair to hold on to. 

"Y- Yes… sir" his leather jacket was coated in blood and human and you did not want yours to add to the mix. So you raked your mind and you raked it hard. "T- Thank you, sir" you rather prided yourself on your opportunistic wit. 

James chuckled darkly as he began to reel his hips back, your cavern making a loud decompression sound as a result. You found yourself sighing in relief when his hard skin unglued from yours because for a second it had begun to feel like he was stuck in your channel.

"So fucking clever even with that little brain, aren't we, baby?" Of course you could never truly fool him regardless of how good you were. 

"BUCKY! OH!" A vile whine loudly left you when he kissed your chin only to sink down his teeth into it next as his hips snapped against yours to fuck you upwards. He didn't halt this time and pulled out again to back thrust in, his movements slow but visibly desperate to speed up. "FUCK!" 

"Ah, there is that girl I raised on this cock and its milk" your chin stung when he finally let go to close his mouth on one of your cheeks now, causing you to shiver from how overwhelmed you felt by the pain in your face and the pleasure that bloomed in your pussy that was inching closer and closer to a proper pounding as result. 

"Please fuck your child in me!" It had been far too long. "Please! I need it so bad! Please fuck me full of your children so I can always remember who I belong to!" You liked how Nick watched– had to watch. It almost felt like revenge; a slap you had wanted to hit him stupid with for the longest time for making you feel so low when his brother, who was twice the man he could ever hope to be and your real suitor, never had. James' cock felt just right as he fucked you so good that you began to see neon stars. You didn't care anymore. Or at least, not in the moment. It felt as though your life depended on this release. 

Perhaps… it did.

Besides, the silence in your surroundings and gun next to Nick meant James had it covered in some way. Not that it was much of a surprise. His Kingdom had the greatest army to date and those soldiers were loyal and compliant only to him. 

"You know what's the best part about this, rosey?" Your mouth was agape as you panted and moaned through it alike, tugging at his silky strands as his ballsack clapped against the beginning of your ass before sliding into your cunt each time, the primal smell of slick, sweat and sex floating in the air around you.

"What is it, my King?" You were shameless with it, as you had always been. "Please tell me" the fake way in which you unclasped your fingers from his hair to scratch one of his cheeks with your nails made him clench his jaw as he squeezed one of your tits, pistoning his cock in and out of you even faster. 

"I know you don't mean any of this" you froze momentarily and his crooked smirk morphed into a grin. "But you will before the year's end" you went to speak but his metal hand found your clit just in time and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into the stubble of his cheek. "I know you will" him promising you that you'd return his feelings one day wasn't anything new. He had always told you that. However, normally your response would be a roll of your eyes or simply a change of topic. But today, something dangerously final lingered in them and you had no clue why but you found yourself answering; 

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I will, sir!" One of his thick nerves twitched against a particularly sensitive spot in your walls the same time his tip found your special bundle of nerves and brutally collided into them, tearing out incoherent screams from deep within you. "Oh- I am– I am–"

"Don't cum" his hand disappeared from your clit and your eyes that you had subconsciously closed flung open as you begrudgingly tugged at his hair with a needy whine. "You don't deserve it" your body violently jiggled up and down in his arms as you vehemently shook your head. 

"NO! PLEASE!" If there was one thing he didn't appreciate, it was you raising your voice at him. But you couldn't help it, your build up was nearing its edge and the fear that it would topple over all wrong after such a long time scared you. Because once an orgasm was ruined, there was no coming back from it. James had taught you that one night after a ball when you had danced with someone a little too frankly. 

"No?" He was panting himself as he hugged your waist closer to his, the feeling of his cock's imprint pressing against both of your stomachs only making him slam you down harder and harder. "So you deserve it?" 

You quickly shook your head as your boobs flew about, pussy trying to close on itself out of sensitivity when his metal fist closed around your throat again. "N- No! No! I don't, sir!" Your voice altered in a humiliating manner when he squeezed and your dry throat pressed in on itself, making you cough. 

"That's right" his hand parted from your neck long enough to slap you. "Think you can just say your pathetic little pretty please and I'll forgive you for forgetting my existence the moment I wasn't good enough for you?" You sobbed out of frustration, willing your hips into squeezing themselves closer together so you could hold on from falling over. 

"No!" He slapped you again, the force causing your head to turn sideways this time around. "No, sir!" Desperately reaching for the artificial hand you pressed humiliating kisses all over it. "But it's been so long! Please, my King!" Your back arched from the strength it was taking you to keep yourself from cumming. "I need you so bad! I need it so bad!" In your confusion and oversensitivity you dropped your head against his, your knees trembling. "Only you can make me cum! I tried for months! So many times in so many different ways!" The tears of embarrassment were hotter than those of need that you had been weeping all this time. His movements faltered a little at your confession. "But nothing worked! Only you do! So please! Please let me cum! I don't know what I will do if you don't! Please let me cum and give me your babies!" 

"Only I work, huh?" His voice was eerily quiet, a new kind of dark exploding in the air about him. You vigorously nodded, genuine for once in your life. 

James' chuckle was the only thing your hazy mind registered before you were moved, twisted, turned and bent faster than you could keep up with. 

The next time your consciousness caught up with the present you were facing your phone, on your knees like an animal as your build up slowly subsided. Though your vacant pussy was plunged full soon after, your legs getting pulled apart before being hoisted up in the air by James' hand, your elbows the sole support of the upper half of your body now. 

"Tell him how badly you want to be stuffed full of my children and I'll let you have it" blood rushed to your face to bubble under the skin when your eyes locked with those of the stoic male at the same time but before you could hesitate, James cock began to move inside you although torturously slow. "You might want to hurry up, rosey. I don't have all night" the spank that his words accompanied sparked you into motion like someone pressed a button on you. 

"Please, Nick!" The thrusts sped up and your claws dug into the mattress. "I want James' children so bad!" There wasn't much emotion on the male you faced but the bright red of his ears and neck even in the dim lighting of the car indicated that he was both furious and humiliated. Perhaps even more so than you. "Please! Please ask him to stuff me full of his babies!" The more slaps rained down on your ass as your pussy expanded to welcome James balls deep inside you with each brutal thrust, the more your mouth ran on the most vile autopilot. "All I want in my life is to be fucked swollen and heavy with his children with my body wrapped up in his color while I nurse the other ones!" James cursed before his hand reached for your front to dip between your legs and you moaned before your arms gave out and you fell face first. 

"You heard her, now tell him that" as your cheek rubbed against the mattress everytime you were pounded into it, you heard a man speak to Nick. The Prince tried to protest but something– probably the gun pressing against his head caused him to stop before he gritted out a few seconds after; 

"... Fuck your children into her and wrap her swollen body in your colour, James" the man reminded him that it was King James, for whatever reason and Nick sighed before correcting himself. "Please, King James" you couldn't help the whimper that forced itself out of you at his menacing tone.

Your back arched when the frantic circular motions of his fingers became too much for your cunt to handle and you clenched around his girth again, shuddering as you prepared yourself to get in trouble for the orgasm you were about to have. 

But then your dependable luck did its thing. "Cum," the vibration of the spank buzzed through your whole body, "cum for me" as your tense muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes to let go, you felt James' hot seed explode within you, the force of his thrusts causing the cum to go flying all about. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and the only two things you registered for the next few minutes were shaking profusely while limb paralyzing pleasure exploded through you and the rapid rubbing of your cheek against the soft bed covers which was result of the brutal pounding you were receiving from behind.

When he was done with you, he slowly untucked himself from you and left you trembling on the mattress while he fixed himself up. "Natasha!" Your ears perked up at the name of his second in command and you trembled at his volume. The heavy doors to your chambers opened and closed after the woman in question. 

The red head clicked her tongue as she approached the bed, the heels of her boots faintly clicking against the floor as she walked. "Could've done better…" You jumped from how close she sounded when she spoke. "Because she's still awake" the hair on the top of your head was fisted into his metal arm to pull you up and you had to hurriedly scramble to cover your blushing jizz covered ass. 

"For what's going to happen next" you whimpered at his words as you were moved onto your trembling knees by the humiliating hold that the man had on your hair and your whole body shook under the stern woman's scrutinizing glare. Peeking up at the red head through your lashes, you went to cover yourself up but James' scold for you to stay put had you planting your wrists in your lap within the next second. "Hands down" you hurriedly lowered your head too to avoid further increasing his ire. 

Some shuffling sounded from above you before James approached you again. "Arms up, baby" the endearment must mean that you would be spared… right? You quickly complied with the utmost obedience and James placed a comfortable black gown on you before stepping back to reach for something else. 

You almost gasped when you recognized the brilliant glimmer from your peripheral vision.

His mother, The Queen's, crown.

"There you go" you felt him place it on your head and your heart dropped. "Everything you always wanted placed on that silly little airhead of yours, baby" an embarrassing gasp escaped you when he suddenly pulled you closer by your throat. "Are you happy now, my sweet rose?" Your eyes welled up with confusion and how he suddenly slapped you before pressing his lips against yours roughly. 

"He asked you a question, brat" you jumped at how Natasha spoke up suddenly, clearly fed up with you blinking up at him dumbly. 

"That's no way to speak your Queen, Nat" your heart warmed up at how he clicked his tongue at the woman disapprovingly. "Tsk." 

"Y- Yes. Yes" you nodded, still in a daze of post-orgasm sensitivity and general puzzlement at the absurd turn of events from an already shocking situation. "Yes, sir. Thank you so much." 

He was smiling now. "Good girl" before he pecked your lips and held his hand back for Natasha to hand him something else. "You can rule all of them" your face burnt when your mind registered the accessory that he wrapped around your throat next. A collar and a leash embedded with sparkling diamonds. "I just want to rule you" his metal hand rotated in the air as he wrapped the leash around his bionic digits. "Let's go" you nearly fell on your face as you were pulled off the bed before being marched straight to the heavy doors. 

Natasha opened them to reveal your entire family and staff standing mortified outside on weapon point of James' army. You whimpered and lowered your head in embarrassment until your chin touched the area between your collar bones, fingers tightening around your gown as you suddenly became hyper aware of the faint dig of the edges of the collar against your pampered skin. 

"The King has called the alliance off" Steve, your owner's right hand, announced in his firm and curt voice. "The only reason why he has spared you, I must add just this once, is because you are related to the Queen. Any efforts of contact from here on out will lead to unsavory consequences akin to those his own family has met" a chill raised in your spine as your blood dropped in temperature. Holy fucking shit. They really had made a beast out of this once too noble to be true man. "Lastly, not that any of you really care but if the Queen ever wishes to visit, she will be allowed to do so after she has provided His Highness with an heir, accompanied by some of the best that the army can provide." 

The walk out to the numerous sleek black SUVs felt like one of shame despite you wearing the crown you had always fantasized about.

And perhaps that's exactly what it was.

A balancing of the scale.

For betraying the one who loved you so dearly that even in his mindless state, he had known not to hurt you.

At least, not in a way that hadn't made your silly little pussy weep for more. 

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 4

Summary: Reader goes shopping with Pepper, Wanda and Nat. It ends a bit early though when reader starts to struggle with her senses.

TW: overstimulation, flirting, speeding, domestic fluff (hehe)

Words: 3.8K

A/n I changed the floor layout my bad. Also, I planned like 16 chapters of this fic so far and there will probs be more. Now i’m just worried I’ll end up loosing interest and not finishing it 😭 and I’ve been up since 2am. I slept for two hours 💀

After a dinner of pizza and other takeaway foods Tony had bought, Wanda and you headed back to the floor with Peters room.

Stepping out of the lift Wanda led you to where you had been staying for the past few days while Nat went ahead to your new room put sheets on your bed.

Your room would be on the same floor as Natasha and Wanda’s. It was also where Yelena and Kate stayed when they were in town as well as Carol when she was on earth.

You reached the door and headed into peters room. It didn’t take long to gather your things. You grabbed the backpack with some clothes in it, all of which were dirty by now as well as your tablet, computer and sketching supplies.

Once you had shoved most of it into the bag and had your laptop in your arms you followed wanda back out the door.

Despite your very comprehensive tour of the compound, you still didn’t know where you were going.

Wanda and you got back into the lift and set out for your new room.

The lift was filled with idle chatter as Wanda caught you up on the avengers love lives. Tony and pepper were together while the rest were still living the bachelor life.

Feeling a little bold you decided to ask her.

“What about you?” You asked. “Are you seeing anyone?” You clarified when she shot you a confused look.

“Not currently.” Wanda said studying the rarely used buttons on the lift. Jarvis often did all of that for you.

“Ok cool.” You said before stuttering. “I mean not ‘cool’ but its not uncool” you began rambling only cut off by the angelic sound of Wanda’s giggles.

Your cheeks were rosy as she smiled at you.

“Your cute when your flustered.” She said with a wink just as the doors opened and she stepped out. You were frozen for a second before gathering yourself and following her out half a pace behind.

As you trailed after Wanda down the halls she turned to look over her shoulder at you. “You coming sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded speeding up your steps to walk beside her.

As you rounded another corner she slowed. “This is my room.” Wanda said gesturing to a closed door. “And that’s Nat’s.” She gestured to the door next to hers. “This is your room.” She said walking down to the door halfway between Wanda’s and Natasha’s on the opposite side of the hallway.

The door to your room was open as Nat was sat on your freshly made bed with a grin.

“Wondering when you were getting here.” Natasha smirked making Wanda roll her eyes at her.

You stepped into the room. It was large with a king bed and huge windows that let in natural light, or at least it would if it was daytime. It was past evening now and almost nine pm. The New York skyline was just as beautiful, however.

You set your bag and laptop down on the desk before sitting down next to Natasha on the bed.

The walls were white and grey. There was a big desk near the windows and a bedside table on each side of the bed. A door was off to the side which you assumed led to a bathroom. There was also a second door which must have been a wardrobe. Other than a lamp on the bedside and a Tv mounted on the wall, the room was bare.

“We’ll get thing to decorate when we go shopping tomorrow.” Nat said almost as if she could read your mind. More likely she could read your expression and body language.

“Sounds perfect.” You said with a smile.

“Do you have clothes you can sleep in tonight?” Wanda asked and you shuffled your feet before looking up at her.

“Er… no?” You said.

“Are you asking me or telling me sweetheart?” Wanda asked coyly making a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Telling?” You said still sounding unsure of yourself.

“Very well then. I’m sure Nat and I can find something for you to sleep in for tonight.” Wanda said looking to Nat for her opinion. The widow nodded and you felt yourself relax slightly.

“Thank you guys. I wasn’t looking forward to wearing dirty clothes in a clean bed tonight.’ You said sighing in relief.

“Are all your clothes dirty?” Nat asked eyeing your backpack.

“Yeah.” You huffed.

“We’ll find you something to wear tomorrow as well then, just until we can sort out some new clothes and laundry. Sound good?” Nat asked and you nodded.

“Yes, thank you.” You said.

“No need to thank us darling. Your quite welcome.” Nat purred and you felt yourself resist a shiver as her words danced close to your ear. The hair on the back of your neck swaying slightly under her breath as your skin tingled with the heat of her words.

You swallowed trying to regain your composure much to both women’s amusement.

“T-thanks.” You stuttered.

“Already said that darling.” Wanda chuckled and your blush deepened.

“Your so easy to mess with.” Nat said laughing from beside you.

You just glared at them and went to take the things out of your backpack while Wanda and Natasha left to find some clothes for you in their cupboards.

You had just finished setting down the last of your art supplies on the desk when Nat walked in loosely holding a faded black shield T-shirt that immediately knew was hers from how worn it looked. It also looked to be almost two sizes too big for Nat, so you shot her a questioning look.

She shrugged. “Its comfier to sleep in when its too big, and it kept the other boys I trained with back in the day from being able to stare at my ass.” She said with a wink.

“Whats this about Nat’s ass?” Wanda said walking in with a sly grin as your cheeks heated and you buried your face in your hands with a groan.

You heard the two of them high-five and rolled your eyes.

“Here.” Wanda said and you felt the bed dip beside you.

Wanda was holding out a pair of red track-pants which you took with a smile.

A second later Nat threw the shirt at you with a laugh as it landed on your head. You pulled it off and glared at her.

“You’re a menace.” You declared and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand.

“Sure thing sweet cheeks.” Nat said rolling her eyes. “Now it’s bed time kiddo.” She said and motioned for wanda to leave as well.

“Im not a kid Romanoff.” You said and she smirked at the use of her last name, having been able to get under your skin successfully.

Wanda cuffed Nat but she ducked and took off down the hall. Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed. “Ignore her, she’s been drinking too much coffee lately.” Wanda said and bid you goodnight before retreating to capture the other redhead and force her to sleep.

You grinned at the shut door like a lovesick puppy before shaking yourself out of it. You changed into the clothes which smelt like them and made you feel safe.

Sliding under the sheets and getting comfy, you listened to the hallways to see if anyone was coming back. When you were met with silence, you reached over your backpack and pulled out a small white stuffed teddy.

Curling up with it under your arm, you buried your face in Nat’s shirt and fell asleep thinking of the two pretty redheads down the hall.

The next morning you were up bright and early. Having slept well for the first time in weeks.

You found your way to the communal kitchen just in time to run into Natasha who was coming back from early morning training in the compound gym.

“Hi Y/n/n.” Nat said smiling as she went to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge.

“Morning Natty.” You said with a smile.

“You're in a good mood.” Nat said looking amused as she took a big swig from the water bottle in her hands.

“Yep.” You said popping the P.

“Do you know if Wanda’s up?” Nat asked and before you could respond someone else did for you.

“I’m up.” Wanda said entering the kitchen.

“Morning.” You smiled.

“Morning Y/n. Who wants breakfast?” Wanda asked gravitating to the pots and pans in the drawers beside you.

“I’ll have some.” You said with a smile as you took a seat by the counter.

“Put me down for some too, I’m just going to go and have a shower before breakfast then we can head out ok?” Nat said as she refilled the water bottle and put it back in the fridge.

“Sounds good.” Wanda said as she began pulling things out of the fridge.

“Umm… where are we going today?” You asked feeling a little lost. Nat had already taken her leave for a shower so it was just you and wanda now.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” Wanda said looking amused.

“Forgot … what? … exactly?” You asked.

“The girls shopping trip?” Wanda said.

“Oh yeah!” You exclaimed sitting up a little taller in a way that made Wanda’s heart stutter.

“So… how did you sleep?” Wanda asked.

“I slept well, how ‘bout you?” You asked watching as wanda beat the pancake batter within and inch of its life.

“Good, good. It’s a bit hit and miss some nights but last night wasn’t too bad.” Wanda said vaguely as she turned around the pour the batter into the pan.

After Nat returned and the three of you had eaten what could only be described as the best pancakes known to man, you got ready and headed for the garage.

Pepper was meeting you at the shopping centre a bit later after she sorted out some stark industries meetings this morning.

“You ready?” Wanda said putting an arm around your shoulders. You jumped in surprise making Nat laugh and Wanda frown.

“Too busy daydreaming there, Parker?” Nat asked with a grin, and you glared at her.

“No, just planning your murder.” You said with a wink before blow if her a kiss that made Nat roll her eyes at you.

“Alright, enough you two.” Wanda said giving you a small shove before punching Nat in the arm.

“Get in.” Nat said opening a door for you to the backseat and waving her hand toward the car's interior.

“This feels personal.” You grumbled as the two redheads took the front seat.

“It is.” Nat grinned as the engine hummed to life. You were taking one of Tonys’ many fancy, and very expensive cars. Nat’s favourite was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, but it was only two seats, so you were left with the choice of a Mercedes Mayback or a Ford Mustang both of which had four seats.

In the end Nat had opted for the mustang and the three of you had piled in to head off.

With Nat driving you must have arrived in record time; it was no secret the redheaded assassin was a speed demon and Tony had begun framing her speeding tickets in the garage on the wall. The government always came to her aid if the police ever tried to take her license as it was argued she needed it to quote “save New York”

Of course, you hadn’t known this before hand and had let out a small scream as Nat took off at breakneck speed out of the garage.

One very fast car trip later the three of you were stood by the door the mall waiting for pepper to join you.

It had barely been five minutes before the last redhead showed up. Pepper was actually on time; Nat’s driving had just made you all early.

As pepper walked over Nat decided to tease her a little.

“Picking up on Tony’s habits there, pep?” Nat asked.

“Oh please.” Pepper rolled her eyes. “I’m the only reason he’s even at any of his meetings at all. Without me he wouldn’t just be late, he’d be missing.” She said and Nat laughed.

“True.” The assassin nodded.

“Alright, lets do this.” Pepper said smiling at you and Wanda.

The four of you headed into the mall. It was a little crowded but nobody seemed to mind. You just crossed your fingers that your spider senses stayed in check.

Pepper had barely made it ten feet in the door before she was dragging Natasha into a very expensive looking boutique.

This was how you spent the next hour. Pepper and Wanda dragged you and Natasha around, stopping at every pretty dress shop and expensive looking store in the complex.

After about an hour you were beginning to nurse a small headache and the tingle in the back of your mind told you all you needed to know for what was going to happen.

Nat had just stopped at a rack nearby before pulling wanda over to her. Holding out a dress you saw Wanda’s lips moving as she nodded, and Nat took the dress and disappeared into the change rooms.

It was a tight red cocktail dress and when Nat came back out to show it off you swear your jaw unhinged and landed on the floor.

It hugged her in all the right places.

Wanda was too busy ogling Nat to notice your reaction but pepper snorted a laugh before covering her mouth.

Nat pouted.

“What? Does it not look good?” Nat asked and you shot pepper a pleading look but she just smiled.

“No … no. I’d just say its … jaw dropping.” Pepper said winking at you as you glared at her with flushed cheeks.

“Yeah?” Nat asked raising an eyebrow and shooting you a look. “Then I guess I’ll have to get it then won’t i?” Nat said and you nodded eagerly. “Your lucky your cute Detka.” She said as she brushed past you on her way back to the change room. “Because your drooling.” She whispered in your ear and your blush darkened a good two shades of crimson.

Your headache was still getting worse and about a half hour later it was almost reaching full force.

You had found a dress and Nat was carrying four bags, one with a dress for you and her and the other three had a few random pieces of clothing for your day to day wardrobe and some room décor.

Just as you were beginning to think you wouldn’t be able to take anymore Wanda suggested the four of you get lunch from the café downstairs.

By now you were surprised none of them had noticed your discomfort, despite trying to hide it it was still bothering you.

The fluorescent strip lights that lit the mall were too bright and seemed to be burning your retinas with each blink.

The noise level despite not exceeding regular mall noise levels was almost deafening in your sensitive ears.

Even the mixed smells of fast food and perfumes was making your head swim.

Your headache pounded behind your eyes as well as almost throughout your full skull. There was a buzzing in your ears that sounded like the electricity in the walls that simply wouldn’t shut up.

Your stomach was rolling from the mixed smells and it was just too loud and too bright.

As you slid into the booth next to Nat, with wanda and pepper on the other side facing you, you resisted the urge to crawl under the table and cry.

Your headache thundered in your ears and pounded on your skull.

Your headache was in full force and Pepper must have noticed how quiet you were being as she looked you over with a knowing gaze.

She took note of your pinched brow and slightly sweaty forehead, how you were biting down on your lip and squinting. As well as how you flinched as someone in the café banged their cutlery against their plate.

Wanda noticed peppers look and was now looking at you too with a frown which drew Natasha’s eyes to you as well.

The conversation had reached a lull as all three women studied you. You were too zoned out to notice their attention all being on you.

“Y/n?” Wanda asked slowly.

“Yeah?” You said looking up and sounding absolutely wreaked.

“Are you ok?” Wanda said looking slightly worried.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said not even believing your own words. Your voice was lathered in a tired tone. You shook your head while saying this only managing to anger your headache more as you winced and brought a hand to your head, squeezing your eyes shut tight.

Feeling nauseous you leant on nat and rested you head on her shoulder. Nat seemed almost surprised at your sudden desire for contact.

She held you close to her as your body relaxed into her side having no more energy to hold yourself up.

“Y/n?” Pepper asked softly.

“Mmm?” You hummed as you vaguely heard shuffling before you sensed someone close to you.

Opening an eye slightly you saw pepper crouching next to you.

“Y/n?” she asked softly. “Do you get the same thing peter does honey?” Her voice stayed low and quiet. You turned your face into Nat’s neck and weighed up your options before giving a small nod.

You miss the frown that adorns Wanda’s lips at the news that something was wrong and pepper seemed to know what it was despite you never having mentioned anything about this.

Pepper stood again and looked over at Nat and Wanda.

“She’ll be alright. Just stay here and I’ll be back. I’ll explain in a minute.” Pepper said and she took off in a brisk walk to a nearby shop.

After pepper had darted off she wove through the crowd and into a tech store, making a purchase before making one more stop and then hightailing it back to the café.

When she returned you’s seemingly not moved an inch while Wanda and Nat were talking in hushed tones. Nat had her arm around you and was holdin the back of your head into her neck as you seemed to be almost trembling from all the overstimulation.

When pepper came back Wanda sat a little straighter while Nat eyes the two new shopping bags pepper was carrying.

Pepper came to crouch beside you giving you a small nudge that set your skin on fire.

“Y/n?” She asked softly. “Can you look at me honey, you can keep your eyes shut, I promise these will help.” She said coaxing you out of Nat’s neck.

You faced her with your eyes squeezed shut as she slid a black pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears and switching them on.

The blissful sound of quiet almost made you cry as your headache lessened. A moment later you felt pepper place something on your face before cautiously opening one eye to find the world dimmer and more tolerable.

Now decked out with the headphones and sunglasses you felt a lot better. You were exhausted and the headache was still present just less intense.

You watched as Wanda, Nat and Pepper conversed, the sound not reaching you. Pepper seemed to be explaining what was happening to them based off the sad look wanda gave you.

Pepper explained that your powers increased your senses, and that in the right conditions they were very helpful in fights. But were more than problematic in a domestic setting. She explained that it wasn’t unheard of for peter to get overstimulated when out or somewhere loud. She went on to tell them she recognised the look peter had when he tried to simple tough it out when they went out.

Wanda felt awful that your powers had caused you pain.

Nat however was already planning to talk to tony about getting something built to help.

Once pepper had explained the extent of the issue and some of the things that helped, the three seemed to change gears, looking to be making plans now instead.

After they had finished talking Pepper decided to try something.

She turned to face you and moved her hands to form some simple signs. Your face lit up in recognition.

*How are you feeling? * Pepper signed.

*tired* you signed back.

Nat and Wanda looked surprised.

“How did you know she knew sign?” Wanda asked.

“Peter seemed to know some when he first was with us.” Pepper explained. “I assumed Y/n might also know some if peter did.”

You could tell what they had asked. “My dad was hard of hearing. He taught us sign at a young age before … he died.” You said and pepper nodded.

*We are going to go home* pepper signed but you shook your head.

*you stay here, I’ll go. I don’t want to ruin things* you signed.

*nonsense* pepper signed and you knew based off Nat’s eyes she was following along.

Nat had learnt sign language from Clint in the academy when they were partners. Clint had insisted in case his hearing aid were ever damaged in a fight.

You sighed realising you weren’t going to win this one.

*ok* you signed and hesitated for a moment before continuing. *thank you*. You signed.

*your welcome* pepper signed back and Wanda offered her hand to you.

Holding Wanda’s hand, the four of you headed for the car park.

You felt bad for ruining the trip, but Nat shot you a look when she saw you getting lost in your head that banished all thoughts.

Once you were in the car, Wanda had insisted on driving. Nat was riding with pepper to try and find out more about what was going on. You kept the headphones and sunnies on the whole ride home as you zoned out slightly.

Wanda droves slowly so she didn’t throw you around while Pepper and Nat sped back to try and organise things for when you get back.

When you arrived, you were almost asleep leaning into the passenger door.

Wanda coaxed you out of the car and led you by the hand up the lift and down the hall to her room.

You were beyond exhausted as Wanda lifted the sheets and got you settled under the thick comforter.

She ordered Jarvis to dim the lights and soundproof the room. She thanked Tony for the added features in her mind as she felt you snuggle into her side.

A few moments later the door opened slightly to reveal Nat and Pepper peaking in.

“Is she asleep?” Nat asked and Wanda studied your breathing.

“Not yet.” Wanda responded.

“Well we have some pain meds for her.” Pepper said as they both came inside and handed wanda a glass of water.

After coaxing you into taking some medicine, you laid back down against Wanda was was massaging your head as you melted in her lap.

Pepper and Nat had dropped by Bruces lab to pick up peters pain meds for you before coming to Wanda’s room where Jarvis said they could find you.

You fell asleep not long after taking the medicine which had finally gotten rid of your headache.

PART 5

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[napakmahal]

Hiro doesn’t get babies, but he likes them only when they look like his brother and (almost) sister in law

Hiro does not know how to handle babies. So when you first bring Bodie around for a full day when she’s not constantly sleeping as a newborn he’s a little lost.

“Sup’” Hiro looks down at the baby swing.

With the most disappointed face Tadashi asks “Sup? Really?”

“What am I supposed to say to her?! It’s not like she understands.”

“She understands tone, stupid. Do me a favor and put a little pep in your voice.” Tadashi kneeled down towards Bodie and cooed wordless noises at her.

Hiro would try, he really would. He’d overdue a sweet baby voice and end up freaking Bodie out till she started crying for her dad to hold her. Tadashi would but not before slapping his brother in the back of the head for making his baby cry. The next time it happened, Tadashi had come home from a three hour class after picking up Bodie and he hadn’t used the bathroom in hours. He places the carrier on the counter of the cafe while Hiro is working.

“Watch her please-“

“Bro I don’t think-“

“Hiro I’m about to piss my pants, just watch her for two seconds!”

Hiro blinked at Bodie. Sure he’d been around her but never alone. He’s not exactly prime babysitting material-hell he wasn’t even dog sitting material. He didn’t know what he was doing, what if she started crying?

“Hi Bodie.” He waved awkwardly.

At the absence of Tadashi’s voice, Bodies face started to crinkle and she started to whimper.

“No, no, no, don’t cry. There’s no reason to cry.” Hiro practically begged her and it seemed to work because she quoted down enough so that he could hear the tablet on the counter ding. Someone had placed a mobile order for pickup.

Not wanting to take his eyes off of Bodie, he walked backwards to grab four plastic to-go cups and lids. He filled each cup with different kinds of boba, spilling most of it as his eyes were locked in on Bodie. He noticed she seemed to like the sound of the drinks being poured into the cup. Hiro emptied out some of the drink back into the pitcher so he could pour it back in.

He was shocked when Bodie started letting out little baby cackles at the sound.

“Y-you like this?” Babies were truly fascinating. “I don’t know if you’d like to taste it but- well I mean you can have boba, no? It’s practically jelly.”

“Not yet, but she can have some in about a month.” Tadashi’s voice echoed from the stairs. He’d been listening the entire time.

“Oh, cool.” A slight pinch of embarrassment made his cheeks feel hot.

“And she likes liquid sounds,” Tadashi walked down the stairs and through the curtain to get to the front of the cafe. “She won’t sleep without water noises.”

“Thanks for watching her, I’ll take her now. I have so much homework to do.”

Hiro quickly added, “oh you can leave her here.”

Tadashi looked at his brother carefully. “Are you positive?”

“Yeah I mean, if you’ve got homework you probably can’t give her too much attention so you should just leave her here…with me.”

Hiro tried to play it cool but Tadashi saw right through it. But he didn’t say anything. He just smiled.

“Alright, I’ll be in our room.” Tadashi cupped his hand around Bodie's cheek and kissed her forehead before running up the stairs to do his work.

Sure Hiro didn’t really get babies, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them.

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[captainjamster]

A Surprise Exception

Pairing(s): Kate Laswell x F!Reader Warnings: pre-established strained relationship with sibling, non-sexual intimacy, post-sex cuddling and talks Wordcount: 3.2k Summary: Kate really does not like children, and there’s not a chance in hell she’s having any. No one is changing her mind – but someone else might convince her they’re not all terrible. AO3 Link: Right here! <3

A/N: A few notes for this one! This was written all in one go, so I will probably come back to edit it at some point. While I normally write neutral SFW inserts, reader identifies as a woman because I won't write Kate that isn't a lesbian <3 Pre-established strained relationship w/ sibling is an important tag. This is not a generalised portrayal of single parents; this is an insert specifically with family difficulties, and a couple trying to navigate that with understanding but not permissive boundaries. Also, I hate reading baby talk too, I'm sorry! But I can't make a four year old talk like an adult, so her speech pattern just follows the overgeneralisation of grammatical rules most children engage in developmentally. Lastly, child-free individuals have every right to be child-free, this specifically isn't a "MC changes their mind suddenly" fic. Laswell just realises that not every single child makes her want to remove her ovaries

Full fic under the cut <3

“No.” Her voice is firm, lips tight in that frown that you know means business. It doesn’t deter your dramatics, eyes pleading, hands clasped in front of you. “Please!”

“I told you, no kids.” She turns back to the countertop, sipping at the black coffee you’d just placed in front of her. The room basks in the pale sunrise, orange tinting the walls as light shines from the document Kate is already pouring herself over.

“Kate, it’s just one kid –“

“No! We talked about this at the very beginning. No kids, you agreed.”

You inhale deeply, squashing down a frustrated sigh as the pressure of your palms turns your vision fuzzy for a second. “Yes, I know I agreed – but come on!”

There’s a pause as your words linger in the air, and Kate’s shoulders drop. “Come on?”

You reel back, groaning. “No, I’m sorry – I’m sorry, not like that, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and I just feel misunderstood, like you’re not… getting it.”

“Because there’s nothing to get; because we both made a very clear agreement when we started this relationship.” Her tone is final, but you don’t back down.

“Kate!”

She exclaims your name in exasperation, swinging back around on the barstool as she white-knuckles the tablet in her hands.

“Okay, okay – just, okay, just hear me out. Please.” You try not to wilt under her disapproving look, but she doesn’t stop you, and you take the opportunity at full speed. “It’s not even for the whole day, just six hours! I’ll take her out to the park for a bit, I promise we won’t track mud in, and we’ll take a bath, I’ll dry her in the bathroom right after.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the shake of her head. “That’s good and all, but our rug? The couch? My office?”

Your head is shaking adamantly before her sentence ends. “She won’t step foot in your office, I won’t even let her go up the stairs, and I’m going to watch her the whole time.”

Disbelief is etched into her frown. “It’s a kid, babe. You’re fantastic, but you’re not magic. She’s gonna make a mess no matter how hard you try.”

Your mouth opens and closes, every retort coming up futile, and defeat quickly sinks in. Your shoulders slouch, a pout pulling at your lips as you take up the stool next to her, slumping over the cool granite top. The sigh Kate breathes is long, putting down the tablet. “Your sister’s asked us for this last-moment shit plenty before.”

“I know, but it’s different this time,” you mumble into your arms.

“And why is this ‘emergency’ any different?”

“Because she said the whole place still smells like insecticide, and she doesn’t trust the babysitter to know what to do if it makes Lottie sick, he’s barely seventeen. I don’t think she’s lying; I dropped off a grocery pickup on my way home from the store yesterday, and it really did stink.”

Kate bites at the inside of her lip, contemplating. “Can we not just give her money for a proper one?”

You look up incredulously, and Kate’s expression immediately crumples. “Sorry, yeah. That was stupid, I know we said no more giving her money.”

You return back to your forlorn position, tracing mindless shapes that leave a quickly evaporating trail of body heat.

“Honey, if we say yes, she’s going to keep asking us. I don’t want to set a precedent.” Her expression is sympathetic as you peer over the ruffled humps of your sleeve, a hand settling on your thigh. “She had time to get a better replacement, it’s not like the house started stinking yesterday. I’m not letting you play unpaid full-time caregiver again.”

You slide your own hand over hers, grip curling around the ring nestled against the base of her finger. “I know Kate, it won’t go that far. She can ask, but I swear, this will be the only time she ever stays at our house until she’s older. If she ever pulls this again, I’ll pack an overnight bag and go over there – I’ll go to our parents, if I really have to.”

“And she’s really going to work this time?” Kate probes, arms crossed. “This isn’t another “oh, I was definitely at ‘work’, but then I went on this date with a cute guy I just happened to meet on my ‘lunch break’ and forgot to block you from seeing the photos on my story?””

“I made triple sure – she sent me her schedule for the whole month, and a confirmation text that she’d be late this morning with a response from her boss. She already sent the interview confirmation when she got it, and she showed me the congratulatory email when we went out for drinks too.”

Before Kate can speak, you hold up your hand. “And I know, those can be easily faked. So, she’s going to share her location with me when – if we say yes – she gets there, and I’ll call her work line at some random point so Lottie can talk to her, to make sure. She’d be putting in more effort to fabricate this than she would actually getting the job.”

The air feels thick as Kate stays quiet – just looks over your face, searching for something.

“I’m not helping.” She concedes after a long pause, and you bolt up straight, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep back a loud cheer.

“I mean it, I’m going to be in my office. I’ll come out for lunch and say hello, I’m not going to ignore the kid. But no begging to play games, no help cleaning up messes or disasters, no picking you up halfway if her legs get tired.” She tilts her head, an eyebrow raised expectantly, amusement in those pretty blue eyes as she gazes at you.

“Nothing, I swear to god, baby. I’ll have lunch ready at around 12, I’ll just text you and you can come down.” You bring her hand to your lips, peppering kisses across her knuckles, making sure to be generous over her ring with a cheeky smile that Kate fondly rolls her eyes at.

==

Charlotte warbles a rhyme she learnt in day-care as you pull into your street, kicking her feet in time with the ticking of the indicator as you stop in the driveway. She makes a loud squawk as you reach for the door handle, a small glare peering up at you through the window to warn your hand away from it. You watch as she tugs at it until the latch clicks, using her legs to swing it open. “I did it all by myself!”

You give her a bemused smile, holding out a hand that she accepts as her little legs stretch to meet the pavement. “Yeah sweetie, you did it all by yourself, good job opening it. You wanna grab your bag, or should Auntie do it?”

Charlotte gives you the most withering look a four year old can muster, sighing loudly as she grabs the straps of her backpack from the floor. “Don’t you know I’m a big girl now? I gotta carry my own bag, Mama said.”

The pressure in your chest hurts as your throat constricts, desperately holding your breath to avoid laughing at the very serious mistake you’ve just made. “I’m – ah, sorry, I’m so sorry Lottie. You are a big girl now, yes.”

All is forgiven as you extend your hand again, and Charlotte skips up the short driveway by your side, backpack clunking with each step. “Was my singing good Auntie?”

You hum approvingly, swinging your arm gently. “It was great, honey. You know so much about bugs!”

She gives you a pleased, toothy grin, her face scrunched up in exaggeration. Before you open the to the door, you halt, crouching down to your niece’s level. She frowns at you inquisitively, gaze moving between your face and the door. “Alright, sweetheart. You remember what I said?”

Her expression dissolves into a sassy squint, nose scrunched up in distaste of your obviously silly adult ways. “Auntie, you told me like – like a million times!”

“I know, I know. Can you say it back to me, just one more time?”

With a roll of her eyes, she takes a deep breath, holding up a finger for each instruction you’ve given her. “Auntie Kate is really really busy, so we gotta be quiet, not be yelling, and I can’t be going up the stairs and being distracting.”

You nod in encouragement, giving her a smile. “And?”

Charlotte frowns, thinking for a moment, before her eyes light up. “And no making messes!”

She throws her arms up as you cheer, her chubby cheeks squished between them. “Yay! Inside now?”

You clap your hands to your thighs, standing up to reach for the handle. “Yep, inside now.”

Charlotte barrels through the door before it’s even fully open, almost pulled back as her bag is caught in the opening, and you catch her hand to stop her from running off. “Hold up, cowgirl! Those shoes need to come off first.”

You shuck off your own, watching as Charlotte tugs at hers, before helping her line them neatly against the wall. Coming out the hallway, to your surprise, Kate is sitting on the couch. You shoot her a confused frown as you walk closer, but she just comes over to meet you halfway, crouching down to Charlotte’s level. “Hey, sweetheart, I wanted to say hi again. Remember me?”

Charlotte lingers near your leg, her hand scrunched up in your pants as she looks your wife up and down. “You’re Auntie Kate.”

She gives a small smile, nodding slowly. “Yep. That’s right.”

Charlotte doesn’t respond, fingers in her mouth nervously. The room is quiet for a second as Kate looks equally unsure, twisting her hands together as she speaks again. “What… have you been up to lately?”

Your niece looks at her owlishly, round eyes slowly blinking.

“I punched a boy.”

Kate’s eyes widen, taken aback with an expression you mirror. “You punched a boy?”

Your niece nods solemnly, looking down at her scrunched up fist with a dramatic reminiscence. “He told my friend – he said, he was really mean, and he said girls can’t ride bikes, and he uhm – he did this,” she explains, making a sharp pushing motion into the air, “and she falled off and got hurted and she was really sad. And then I was sad, and then I did my fist like this and punched him!”

She raises her fist to Kate, a proud look on her small face, and you watch Kate struggle to keep the corners of her lips from peeking up. “Wow, I see. Did you get in trouble?”

Charlotte’s pigtails bounce as she shakes her head confidently, bringing a leg up to point at it as she balances on the other. “Nuh-uh, ‘cos my friend had all the blood on her knee and she was crying.”

Kate nods, clasping her hands together, already out of her depth with the look she gives you. “Right. Okay. Well, no punching anyone or falling off things while you’re here, alright?”

“Alright!” Charlotte chirps, giving Kate the same toothy grin. She gives a smile back before shooting you an impressed but shocked look that you just shrug at, grinning. Kate shakes her head, and you catch and squeeze her hand, pressing your lips to hers appreciatively before she scampers off. “Thank you, I love you.”

The wink she directs your way sends butterflies through your stomach, and they erupt as she calls out, retreating up the stairs. “Don’t worry! You’ll make it up to me.”

==

Charlotte peers down at the puzzle, hands on her hips as she balances the towel on her head. Impossibly happy voices sing from the TV as a show she begged for plays, and you catch a blue dog playing a xylophone with her orange sister when you peak around the corner to check on your niece. “Everything going okay, pumpkin?”

The puzzle is very uncomplete, but she’s been following your advice of finding all the border pieces, given the little pile she’s accumulating concentratedly. “We can get an easier one, honey. 50 pieces is a lot.”

Charlotte looks up at that, unimpressed. “I already did 10 pieces of jigsaw!”

With a shrug, you disappear back into the kitchen, cutting up the last toppings on your board as you call out again. “Alright, that’s fine. But lunch will be ready in 10 minutes, so we’ll take a break then, okay?”

A small grumble of acknowledgement comes from the floor, and you get back to it. Before long, the sandwiches are plated up, and Kate’s salad is in a bowl with her plate. Charlotte makes less fuss than you’d thought as she drags her feet over to the table, clambering up the chair to sit down. Grabbing your phone, you send off a text, shoving it back in your pocket before bringing the plates over. Charlotte eyes the sandwiches, peeking through the layers of bread. “Is it good?”

You laugh, picking up your own slice. “I hope so. Your mama said it’s your favourite.”

“No way!” She perks up excitedly, grabbing a quarter and taking a big bite. Kate descends from her office a few minutes later, cup in hand and making a beeline for the kitchen. She comes out with a fresh cup a moment later, taking a seat across from you. “Thanks for brewing a pot, honey,” she murmurs, scooping up a spoonful of salad. “Have you girls been having fun?”

Charlotte hums through a mouthful, wiggling in her chair. “Shaw ducksh at th’prk!”

Kate tries to hold back a grimace, cringing at the food around her mouth, and you send her an apologetic look as you speak up. “Swallow your food first, Lottie.”

Between chews, she narrows her eyes at you, but swallows before speaking again. “There was a mama and her babies.”

The meal is spent in a very one-sided conversation about your trip to the park as Charlotte earnestly recounts every detail, informing Kate about all the kinds of bugs she found under the rocks. The girl is on a long rattle about the spots on ladybug shells when Kate clears her throat, stacking her dishes together, and Charlotte cuts herself off. “No more food already?”

“I have work to finish,” Kate explains as she stands up, “and I’m sure you’re excited to play with Auntie for the last hour you’re here, right?”

A misty expression crosses Charlotte’s dirty face at the realisation, her bottom lip puckering out. “But what if I goed home and comed back after I sleep?”

Kate gives you a pointed look as she disappears around the corner, and you close your eyes for a moment as dishes clink against the metal sink, silently cursing. “Remember we talked about that, babes? You got day-care tomorrow, and I’ll come see you on the weekend.”

Charlotte brightens up temporarily at the mention of day-care, but you can see the moment she realises it’s ‘stopping’ her from coming over as her expression dampens again. “Can we go see ducks on the weekend?”

“Yeah honey, we can see the ducks again.” You nod, leaning back in your chair as Charlotte shoves the last of her sandwich into her mouth. Closing your eyes, your head falls back until it meets the wooden frame, taking a moment to sink down and relax. But tension suddenly springs back into them as fingers slide under your chin, your eyes opening to meet an upside down Kate.

“Hey beautiful,” she murmurs, and you giggle in her grasp, humming as she presses her lips to yours. “Thanks for lunch. You’re so sweet, keeping me fed.” She gives your cheek an affectionate pat, pulling away and heading to the stairs as you sit up and give her a scandalised look at her teasing praise. Footsteps against the floor patter behind you, and Charlotte darts past Kate to the door before you can question her.

“Auntie Kate!”

Your wife pauses, and you can see her breathe in before she turns. “What’s up, kiddo?”

Charlotte drags her bag over, crouching down and rummaging through its depths to pull something out. It takes you a moment to recognise the scraggly stems and squashed petals, but Charlotte shoves them out in offering with the confidence of someone holding a thousand dollar bouquet. “Auntie said you like flowers, and I thoughted maybe you got no flowers inside, so I got the best ones for you!”

Kate’s face pinches into something you’ve never seen before, and you debate stepping in before she crouches down, extending her hand to take the ragged bundle. “That was really thoughtful of you, Charlotte.” She takes a moment to smell them – more for Charlotte’s sake, you think –, and gives the kid a soft smile. “Thank you for getting me flowers. I’ll be happy to have them in my office now, hey?”

You can see Charlotte’s fingers twist and intertwine as they meet behind her back, shoulders up high as she sways happily, and you can only imagine the grin she’s giving Kate. “You’re welcome!” She chimes, grabbing her bag and hauling it back to the door. You watch Kate take in the flowers as they droop over her hand, standing up as she casts a look over at Charlotte, running back to the table. Your gazes connect as she flickers to you, a grin filling her face as she gestures the flowers at you, to which you flap your hand towards the stairs cheekily.

Your phone buzzes as you turn on the tap for Charlotte, and you pull it out as she dries her hands, tapping in on the photo of the flowers in a tall glass next to her computer.

<< Can’t wait to see yours. ;)

==

“I still hate kids.”

“I know,” you sigh happily into her collarbones, pressing a kiss against a mole there. Her skin is still soured by sweat, and you hum appreciatively at the taste, basking in the post-orgasmic daze washing through your limbs. Everything feels warm, exertion mingling with fatigue to settle across you in a sleepy blanket, and you can’t stifle a yawn that bubbles up.

“She was sweet, though. Thought she’d be more of a menace.”

A hum is all you get out, listening to the patter of her heart.

“We’re never having them.”

Kate squirms at the way you huff in amusement against her skin at the remark, tilting up to give her a look. “I know, honey. Wasn’t planning on changing my mind.”

She grins, running her nails across your scalp, bringing you back against her bare chest. “Thought I fucked that sass out.”

You snort, dipping out your tongue to run against her jugular, kissing the damp trail. “The only thing that recovers faster than your libido is my attitude.”

Kate laughs at that, nudging her leg further up between your thighs to make you squeak. “Now you’re trying to wind me up, close your damn eyes.”

“Uh-huh. I remember them being closed before you reminded me you hate kids.”

You whimper as her fingers tug in reprimand at your hair before resuming their strokes, rustling accompanying the sound of breathing in the moonlight room. There are lights swirling in barely visible colours as you fall further into a world between here and unconsciousness, and you feel weightless, floating in nothingness with the only person you’ve ever wanted by your side.

“… She wasn’t that bad, though.”

“Kate, go to sleep.”

dividers by cafekitsune

#laswell x reader #kate laswell x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #jams writings

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Paw Patrol Appreciation Week 2024

Sunday - Free Day

Late as heck because I got sick XD But now here it is! For my Free Theme day, I decided to make an OC - I have been thinking about it since before, actually, just hadn't stopped to work on it until now.

OC info under the cut! Bonus pic of a very younger me and the real life dog who inspired me to create this OC! XD

This pup's name is Penny, she's a Labrador and Dalmatian mix (she's also Zuma's sister because I said so) and she's a Psychiatric Service Pup! Her owner Daisy has anxiety and sometimes panic attacks, so Penny is trained to act when it happens!

She prevents accidental self-harm, applies body pressure for comfort and fetches medication, water and stimming toys for Daisy. She knows how to use the tablet to make phone calls for help and has a list of who to call in cases of emergency. Penny also goes on duty mode whenever they go out, by preserving her owner’s personal space by placing herself between her and other people, guiding her away from crowds and finding quiet places to cool down when Daisy’s getting stressed or overstimulated.

Penny is cheerful, curious, playful and loves to help with anything she can. She's very proud of her bro for being a member of the Paw Patrol (with the coolest job in her opinion XD) and was more than happy when she got the news after completing her training that her future owner lived over there in Adventure Bay, meaning she would be closer to her brother again!

After becoming acquainted with the town and befriending Ryder and the other Pups, she also got a Pup-pack from Ryder, with things that would be useful to have with her when she needs to help Daisy in situations.

Now for the real life dog who served as inspiration, her name was Radija and she was the most absolute mutt ever XD Her previous owner before me abused her, but in the end she was given away to me and that's when she was the happiest dog ever! I swear it was like she was always smiling, always wagging her tail, always playing around. She had two litters while living with me and unfortunately she didn't die of old age, but I know one of her puppies who's still alive to this day, but veeeeery old and nearly completely deaf by now XD

Radija was one of my very best friends ever, followed me to High school every day and would be there waiting for me at the time I'd be let free to go home. She knew when I was sick or feeling down and would be there to cheer me up. She once fought off a Pitbull that was let loose on the street while I was playing hide and seek with my friends and the pitbull came straight for me. The moment she saw I had escaped safely back home, she ran back home too, mostly unharmed. The day she gave birth to her last puppies while I was in school, when I came back home she took them one by one from her bed to place them on my lap and seemed so proud showing them to me, it was so cute I was crying, she was so happy XD

I was having a hard time coming up with a job for my Paw Patrol OC, but when I think of how Radija was always there for me, it all clicked together. My OC would be the same, a supportive pup, so I did some quick research on service dogs for anxiety and now here's Penny in all her black and white glory!

#On a side note my Dad saw me drawing her and immediately recognized her and now keeps asking me to let him see the drawing again and again #He's literally having a moment #He loves Radija so much too #PawPatrolWeek24 #Paw Patrol Appreciation Week #Paw Patrol #Paw Patrol OC #Paw Patrol Fanart #Dogs

[moonshotsx]

hibiscus' bloom - sashnetra (flower shop au)

it's (almost) tattoo time! you can see the sketch for sasha's tattoo here 💕

spot a little cameo from a few known faces 👀

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The ring of the bell attached to the tattoo shop door echoed in the entrance as Sasha walked in.

It looked much more realized now that a few weeks had passed since she last went inside. The vibe certainly reflected Anetra now more than ever.

They had been in the talks for Sasha possibly getting her first tattoo done in the shop and Anetra seemed ecstatic at the idea.

That's how Sasha found herself in the parlor on a sunny Thursday morning while Marcia took care of the flower shop for her.

She looked around trying to find a familiar face, but she was met with a blonde tattooed woman around her age at the register talking to what Sasha assumed to be twins.

"Alright, girls. So the appointment is set for next Tuesday at 4PM, is that good? How exciting, first tattoos are always unforgettable".

"Oh yeah!" the redheaded twin let out immediately, earning a slight elbow jab by her sister, "Ow! Oh, I mean, sure, that's totally cool with us".

"Okay, then, let me put it down in the calendar so that I can remember it," the tattoo artist said before looking up and directing her attention to Sasha, "Hey there! I'm Loosey, how can I help you?"

"I have a consultation appointment with Anetra? I'm not sure if she put it down, but we talked over the phone about it," Sasha replied, suddenly aware she hadn't reminded Anetra about her visit in the last few days.

"She's in the back, doing some inventory, I think?" Loosey replied before excusing herself to the twins she was talking to and disappearing into one of the hallway doors.

Sasha waited in her spot, occasionally listening in to the two younger girls bickering.

"Oh. My. God. Spice! You were so staring at her tits just now," the blonde teased her twin, who now sported blushed cheeks that matched her hair.

"I was not!" Spice said with a huff, "You're imagining things again, Sugar".

"Did you think sunglasses were stopping her from seeing you staring at her?"

"As if you weren't looking at that person with the alien pin earlier at the coffee shop!"

"I was not staring at Irene!" Sugar crossed her arms and turned her head to the side.

"I know you weren't staring at that ugly decor for 5 minutes straight"

"Mind your business!"

"You started it!"

Before their little argument could continue, Loosey came back in.

"Sasha, feel free to go bother Anetra, she's ready to have you," she said as she returned to the spot behind the desk, "Third door on the right!"

Sasha quickly thanked her, sparing a glance to the two twins - she wondered if she was going to see them again.

The rich purple tones of the entrance area continued down the hall of different tattoo areas, more artwork and plants adorned the place.

She knocked at the door Loosey had directed her to. She could hear a faint 'Door's open. Come on in!' from the other side.

Sasha excused herself as she entered, finding Anetra hunched over her tablet as she warmed up with some sketches.

"Hey," Anetra's face lit up as soon as she saw Sasha walk in, "Sorry I wasn't at the desk to greet you, lost track of time while doing the inventory".

"It's no big deal, if anything, I should have sent a text before in case you had forgotten about our appointment," Sasha replied as she set down her bag on the floor next to Anetra's desk.

"It's not like I could ever forget an appointment with you," Anetra muttered, but Sasha wasn't able to catch what she had said.

"What was that?"

"Uh, I said, this is your first tattoo, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I've got to say I'm a bit nervous".

Anetra reached to rest her hand over Sasha's to give her an encouraging squeeze, "It's alright to be nervous, I still get nervous before a tattoo, and I do this for a job," she chuckled, "So, what were you thinking for the base idea?"

"Well, growing up in Hawaii, I've loved seeing the wild hibiscus flowers there. One always managed to end up in my hair!"

As Sasha started to describe her idea and meaning behind the tattoo, Anetra couldn't bring herself to interrupt her in any way. The way her eyes almost sparkled at the memories she was recollecting.

Not to mention how beautiful her smile was when it was genuine.

"Then, as I went along with my transition, it also started to also symbolize that part of my journey. You know, embracing my identity as a woman and just the joy and love I feel living life the way I want," she continued, feeling herself get a bit emotional as she bare her thoughts out.

"That's such a beautiful way to put it, Sasha," Anetra leaned over to give the older woman a side hug, "I really hope I can make justice to such an amazing meaning".

Sasha thanked with a soft smile, "I'm sure you will. I trust you and your vision completely".

Anetra started to look for photo references online before going back to ask more questions about how Sasha was picturing her tattoo.

"Did you want it to be in color? Or black and white? I don't mind either style," the brunette asked without looking up from the iPad.

"I think I might prefer it to be in black and white?" Sasha thought it over as Anetra kept sketching, "Yes, I think that would be nice!"

Sasha let Anetra sketch in silence for another five minutes, admiring her concentration.

She took the time to study Anetra's features more attentively.

There was something so intriguing about the tattoo artist.

Sasha prided herself in being a good judge of character and, despite their interactions had been limited due to both of their busy schedules, she could tell Anetra was a gentle soul.

A soul she so desperately wanted to know more of.

Sometimes she felt like their paths had crossed for a reason, and she couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.

"Okay, this is a bit of a messy sketch, but I think we can start working from here. What do you think?"

Anetra turned around the iPad to show her design to Sasha.

The latter was completely speechless. It was exactly how she had envisioned it, "Oh my goodness," she managed to let out as she got a hold of the sketch.

"Like it?"

"Like it? I love it, this is... wow, it's perfect,"

Anetra's nervousness melted off at the sight of Sasha's bright smile, "I just wanted it to be already amazing even if it's just a sketch, you deserve only the best".

"Thank you, really. I mean it," Sasha put the iPad back on the desk before asking for a hug.

Anetra was more than welcome to give in at the request. She was happy she had done Sasha's idea justice.

"I can do a few revisions in time for our session. I would have loved to do it today, but I'm booked for a ten-hour piece later, and I want to take all the time I need to make sure your piece is perfect".

"Oh, it's no problem for me to wait," Sasha quickly added, not wanting Anetra to feel bad about the situation.

"How about... Are you free this Saturday afternoon?"

Sasha thought it over for a moment, "Yeah, on the weekends I keep the shop open until lunch, so I'm free the rest of the day".

"We are usually closed on the weekend, so it would be only us - that way we can take it slow and make sure you're as comfortable as you can be? Hey, I'll even order us food," Anetra cued in at the end, as if Sasha wasn't already sold on the idea.

"Sure, I'd love that. Saturday it is".

"See you then, Sash".

The two of them bid their goodbyes before Sasha made her way outside.

As she walked out of the studio, she couldn't stop the smile on her face.

Saturday couldn't come any faster.

#fic prompt #sashnetra #flower shop au

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Beginning the Profile

Part 4

My Genius Prince

Tag list - @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

BAU Plane

Everyone had gotten on the private plane after Garcia had managed to track the location of where the emails were sent from somewhere in Indiana. Rosalind had told me that her mother had moved them from there to Virginia after what happened between her and her father. “Reid, you have all the information I received on your girl in your folder. And everybody else that information is on your tablets.”

“So after reviewing the files with Garcia. I know that his weapon of control is a handgun she bought a year ago. She keeps it in her bedroom or the kitchen cabinet if she ever needed it.” I explained to my team members.

Emily and Morgan were sitting across from me where she pulled up a picture of Rosalind. She had her hair down in a braid in the picture that she had out to the public. “It says here that her parents are Amanda and Deacon Maxon. Mother moved her away after her father was arrested.”

“We need to add that her friend now knows she’s missing since she filed a report this morning when she didn’t answer her calls, texts.” Hotch says.

JJ sends a confused look. “Are we really jumping on a limb here over a friend not responding to a text in a timely fashion?”

“It’d be out of character for her to not give her an answer.” I interrupted remembering how close she is with Malia. “Rosalind considers her like a sister. Even when we were hanging out and she messaged her she would quickly message her back.”

Rossi made a face. “Then we definitely need to speak with this friend. Do you have her contact information, kid?”

“I only know her first name is Malia.” I answered him.

Garcia came back to the conversation. “Don’t you worry boy genius for I have the answer. Rosalind posted one picture on the internet tagging one girl named Malia Tames.”

“Wait, let's go back a second. You mentioned that her mother separated her from her father after he was arrested.” Morgan scanned his eyes over his tablet.

Emily glanced at him. “You’re saying that her father could be a connection to the unsub we’re looking for?”

“What I’m saying is what are the odds that her father isn’t the person who kidnapped her?” Morgan corrected her.

Hotch responded. “It was reported that he was arrested after trying to endanger her. It was also reported that he tried to touch her inappropriately at age six.”

“Garcia, tell us anything you can about Rosalind's father.” I told her

The bright blonde on the screen chimed in. “Will do genius boy.” She signed off where I sighed flipping through pages until I looked at my phone Lock Screen. I had changed it to a photo of me and her at the park in autumn a week from Halloween.

It was a cold autumn morning that we decided to walk in the park near my apartment. I walked beside her in a dark black suit with a red tie that I had worn to work sometimes. Rosalind was wearing a cameo green sweatshirt with ripped blue jeans and a pair of peach orange tenna shoes. “So I’ve been curiously thinking about this since you mentioned it. Why do you enjoy Halloween so much?”

“Ohhh. You really want to know why.” I asked her not expecting that type of question.

She loops her arm through mine so we were pressed up against each other instead of just walking side by side. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know, Spencie.”

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian All Saints’ Day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants traditions and beliefs. It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick or treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.” I rambled off without thinking about the question.

Rosalind stared at me giggling out her previous question again. “That’s an interesting fact. But I asked, "Why do you like it so much?”

“Sorry…I’d say because you can be anyone you want. You can be the most popular person or your favorite character if you want and it’s the one time a year nobody judges you for it.” I responded to her where she paused our walk leading me over to an empty park bench.

We sat down together before she said another word. She put her hand in mine that was closest to her. “Hey Spencer, I think you need to know that you are the right guy for me. You don’t have to change anything for me.”

“I wish I’d met you when I was younger, Roz.” I smiled, squeezing her hand in mine.

She tucked hair behind her ear that fell in her view. “I agree with that. Hey how about we do this. Whenever we have something come to our mind we immediately just say it instead of keeping it to ourselves like most couples do?”

“You consider us a couple?” I blinked through some tears not expecting to hear that.

Rosalind scooted closer, moving her hand up to my forearm. “Of course I do. Unless you don’t feel the same way.” She dropped her gaze and I saw her get nervous at the idea.

Holding my hands up in front of me I did my best to reassure the beautiful girl sitting in front of me. “Rosalind, are you kidding me. You’re signal handily the most beautiful girl I have seen and I really like being around you. I just…I haven’t really ever had a relationship with a girl before.”

“That’s a relief, Spencer. Let’s do it this way, repeat after me.” She raised her right hand but only stuck her pinky out and I followed her action. She looped her pinky through mine. “Spencer Walter Reid, will you be my boyfriend?”

I chuckled, grinning brightly. “Yes.”

She pressed on not un looping our pinkies yet. “Okay you’re turn.”

“Rosalind Ella Maxon, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked her, staring longingly into those bright green eyes she had.

She nodded her head yes excitedly with her verbal response. “Absolutely.”

“Why is your middle name Ella like Cinderella?” I asked her once we removed our pinkies from one another and just sat in some silence watching the leaves fall from the trees around us.

Rosalind laughed, smiling. “Funny you should say that. My father said that he originally wanted to name me Cinderella since I looked so much like her. But my mother liked the name Rosalind better so they settled on Ella being my middle name.”

“Ella is short for Cinderella.” I put the pieces together in my head.

She reached into her pocket, taking out her phone and getting close to my side once more. She gave me the phone telling me to take the picture. “Here we should have the same background now. That way even when we’re away from each other some part of us will be there with each other.”

“That’s a good idea, Rosalind.” I nodded in agreement holding the phone up like she showed me snapping our picture with me having my other arm over her shoulder. She had laid her head on the crook of my neck and we shared the same goofy grin ... .I'd give anything to be back in that moment.

Rosalind’s pov

I couldn’t tell how long we had been in this cabin for. I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night outside since the windows had been covered up. It could have been days, weeks or maybe hours and I still had no clue. My father just sat across from me at this wooden table he had decorated with teacups and some bits of food. “You really should eat or drink something honey.”

“I’ll do that after you untie me or show me that I am not here as some kind of prisoner.” I told him seeing that he hadn’t untied me from the chair I found myself in when I regained consciousness.

He gets up, handing me the cup that had water in it. He sat back down, sending me a look. “You’re gonna put the dress on and then we are recreating the day she took me away from you.” He pulls out a knife cutting the ropes.

I took the long blue dress from his hands, slipping the fabric over my head. “Do you have the shoes with it too?” I questioned him where he held them up to me.

“I’ve been told Prince Charming must always be prepared…May I?” He replied where I nodded, kicking off my shoes. He bent down, slipping the left silver shoe on first then switched and did the same for my right foot. “There you go.”

“Thank you…urgh!” I paused briefly before kicking him in between his legs where he collapsed onto the ground in agonizing pain.

Giving myself the chance I snatched the handgun that he had laid on the table beside me. Frantically looking around the room I saw a set of stairs where I began running up them. Yet when I almost got away he grabbed me by the back of my hair, yanking me down to the ground. “I have been nothing but nice to you and this is how you treat me after all these years!” My father held the knife to my throat. He moved one hand around my throat, choking me a little.

“Mom was right that you need help!” I grunted trying to kick him again but he cut me across the stomach with the blade. I winced when he held the blade against my throat again.

He removed the blade off of my throat giving me the chance to breathe. He turned his back to me so I snatched the gun hitting him in the leg when I slowly pulled the trigger making me jump at the sound. “You little bitch!” My father held his bleeding leg stumbling toward me where we got in a fight on the floor trying to either hold onto or grab the weapon. He got close to getting it from me but I kicked him in the rib and hit him over the head with the gun. Scrambling to my feet I gulped gripping the gun and pushing my way through the door.

Getting outside I saw the truck in the driveway. I grunted seeing blood on my forehead in the mirror. Finding the keys in the engine I grunted driving off, not sure where I was heading. Touching the screen in the car I typed into maps the nearest hospital. “Please…please stay awake.” I struggled to keep my eyes open driving as fast as possible but when I got on the interstate ramp my eyes fell heavily and I turned the car towards the wall and stopped blacking out.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#my genius prince #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #derek morgan #penelope garcia #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #fairytale #cinderella #mathew grey gubler #emily wickersham #oc : rosalind maxon #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #secret relationship #hidden romance #spencer reid x y/n

[muffinsandpages]

1 | 100 days of productivity

Since my graduation countdown thing kept me motivated, and I am dangerously slipping into a not so good mental health state because I don't have outside accountability... Let's try this

I'm no longer in school, but that doesn't mean that I can't mantain some level of personal productivity. Also, I'm already one day behind, this pic is from yesterday.

Today yesterday I started working a bit on my drawing skills. I have a little story in mind that would look cool as a comic, but I can't really draw atm, so I'm trying to learn. My sister recently dismissed her old iPad in favour of a new one, so I'm trying to learn how to use procreate.

The pic is the aftermath. I like to have everything at hand-reach, and I think it sums up pretty well what I am (small sewing project + laptop + two drawing tablets + glass of water + empty tea cup + a mess)

☕ Tea of the day: Forest fruits mix (a friend gifted me the most amazing tea collection for my graduation and I'm starting to taste them now that the weather is a bit more chill)

🎵 Song of the day: The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy

#100 days of productivity #studyblr #drawing #learning

[felinecryptid]

Chasing Pasts in Shadows

part 4 | part 5 | part 6

"Hey, um, that still doesn't explain why she was at Maguire's. She had a lot of money," Mike drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"Maybe she wanted to hide it from Reyes,"

"And posting on Facebook is the best way to keep a secret, thank you for your valuable contribution, Max,”

“Shut it Byers, that was just a theory,” Max sniped.

Will ignored her, scrolling down further on her page. “Her page is so saccharine, eaugh. Here, ‘A very happy journey to my sweet Anna. Say hi to baby Julia for me!’” Will read out the caption of a photo of Emily with someone who looked similar to her.

Max guffawed. “What were you expecting? Have you never been on Facebook before?”

“Um, no, why would I?”

“You haven’t?” Mike asked, incredulously.

“Why would I? It’s not like I had anything important to keep up with or talk to. Why would either of you have a facebook?”

“Well, technically it was my mom’s account. El and I looked up other people’s profiles and what they were doing on her tablet when we had sleepovers.”

“You were stalking other people?” Will nodded at Mike’s question.

“It was not stalking! We were just seeing what others were up to!”

“That is the definition of stalking, Max! You are making my sister commit federal crimes!” If dad found out about this-

“You are the one to talk about crimes, Mr. ‘Let’s-go-to-Vegas-and-commit-fraud-by-asking-El-to-reprogram- the-machines’!”

“That was different, because I haven't done it yet.”

“Because you legally can’t be near a machine.”

“Touche.” Will conceded, stumped. 

Mike had been oddly silent throughout this entire exchange “What did you do on Facebook, Mike?” Will asked.

Mike winced imperceptibly. “It’s not important.”

“Why do I get the feeling it’s something embarrassing, Wheeler?”

“It’s not embarrassing,” Mike stated, eyes on the road, and face impossibly red. “It’s just, not relevant.”

“Mike, what are you hiding?” Will asked because he was acting dodgy and sue him, but flustered Mike looked really cute.

“Nothing,” Mike started.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll ask Nancy.”

“Fine.” Mike huffed as he hunched over the wheel. “I had a secret account when I was like, 10, I used it to look at celebrities.”

“You see, Mike, if the entire thing was that simple, you wouldn’t be so shifty about it. So, did you look up swimsuit pictures or what?”

“I looked at Steve’s photos from lifeguarding at the pool, okay?” Mike spit out, more awkward than angry, and Max burst out laughing.

“You, Nancy and Jonathan had a crush on the same guy at the same time?” Max sputtered between her laughter.

“It’s not that funny,” Mike pouted. Will looked away, because if he didn’t, he would do something and Will didn’t particularly want to get into a car crash.

“It’s okay, Mike, we’ve all been there,” Will said, returning back to the google doc.

Max sobered up. “Yeah that was a dark time for both me and you, Will. Remember the ice cream parlour uniform, 3 summers ago?”

Will nodded, a smile coming to his face. That summer was one of the best in his life, with the new music shop and renovated movie theatre, all the party spent the entire time at Steve’s workplace or in Mike’s basement, playing DnD and stuffing themselves full of snacks and sneaking into movies. Mike and Will always paired up for the last one, because there never were enough seats for all of them together.

“Yeah, that hat was so fucking ridiculous.” Mike leaned back in his car seat as they approached their neighbourhood.

“Cool of him to let us use the employee entrance to get in,” Will said, putting his phone away, as Mike pulled into the driveway of his house.

“And giving us free sundaes,” Max said, as they got out of the death contraption that was Mike Wheeler’s car. “Though, I suspect Erica had something to do with it.” 

As Will reached into the trunk to grab the recorder, he caught Mike’s eye. He looked troubled. “Mike?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?” Will slowed stepped closer to Mike, voice low.

“Yeah,” Mike said, not meeting Will’s eyes. “I'm okay, why do you ask?”

Will was worried because Mike was affected by hauntings in a way Will was not, he was worried because Mike would suffer in silence if something was bothering him, he was worried because Mike would lie to protect people he cared about. But Will won’t let Mike be alone in his problems, because he cared about Mike too. Will opened his mouth to elaborate-

“Come on, I can't wait to hear Dustin’s snark about incomplete procedures and half-assed data,” Max said as strutted into Mike’s house like she lived there.

___

im backkk, whos excited? /jk

sorry for dying for like a week, i was so fucking sick it was hard to stand up

also i was in no state to write some psychological fuckery bc i was out of it, high on meds, so here's some madcleradin fluff, reminiscing about being kids, and byler moments, consider this like a chill post

ill be back w horror stuff in the next installment <3

as always, this was edited only by grammarly and hemingway editor, so lemme know if anything is wonky

im not promising about time anymore bc that seems to work like a jinx 💔, but ill do it soon

please tell me what you liked (comments motivate me❤️‍🩹)

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #byler fic #ghost hunting au #paranormal investigators au #madcleradin paranormal investigators au #platonic madwheeler #platonic madcleric #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #byler fanfic #elmax crumbs #el and lucas being partners in law #protective brother will byers

[thelustdevil]

A snippet of something I’ve been cooking up…

No context! Let’s jump in, shall we?

…

“The Ichi Lounge is a lavish spot in the heart of Tokyo’s most electric, vibrant and alluring district. The suave club boasts a sleek, perfectionist aesthetic bolstered by an air of secrecy. Black, gold, and white color the scene, highlighted by tastefully bright neon lights. Color flashes across the room, bouncing from one of the many reflective surfaces to the next. It persuades you to melt into the atmosphere around you, flow with the push and pull of bodies. The club catered to everyone who walked in as a VIP, promising you could let go as you wish. After proving time and time again that their word was true, the Ichi lounge claimed it’s rightful place as number one.

In reality, no one knew much about the owners of the popular club. Everyone knew enough that they didn’t need to ask more. Plus why fix something that isn’t broken? They did their job well and the pro’s weren’t about to give up their new found oasis.

So Ichi stayed and business grew. Word spread around and soon it became the most popular spot for the most A-List of heroes. All because they knew that when they walked in there, they could leave it all behind. Whatever took place behind the doors of Ichi, stayed there.

And while the pro’s played dream house, Ichi found another place to make a name for itself. And keep the business funded of course. What started out as providing neutral ground for meetings and leisure turned into drug trafficking and the involvement in organized crime.

Ichi belongs just as much to the “heroes” as much as it does the “villains”. Everyone seems to understand that, everyone but him. I should ki-“

“God girl, we get it. “Protect la familia” and all that shit” Lupe rolled her eyes as she jumped down from the counter. “If you’re so mad then talk to him”.

“I sent Mei to go grab him already, he sent her back because he’s busy with heroes. We have a meeting with a fucking villain in ten minutes. He can’t keep blowing this side of business off to gawk while he dick rides Japan’s top ten”.

“Then go get him, but behave. I saw the top two come in earlier”. Lupe turned back to her papers, waving her guest away.

Nodding and walking away, the other woman made her way to the man in question. Her soon-to-be former business partner. She knew exactly where he’d be, based on the seating plan on the tablet she snagged from the greeting stand.

A private table in the back corner of the club, in a seating area hidden by well placed curtains. Her eyes needed a second to adjust to the dim lighting coming from the below-table lights. She found him quick enough though.

Remembering Lupe’s warning she approached in a friendly way. Catching Tai’s attention softly.

“Hey! Hey buddy! We gotta go!” She whisper-called to him, like a mother herding a child. Her hand rested on his upper arm, the grip she held looked deceivingly light. The intent was to let him know he didn’t have a choice while letting the table know nothing.

“Huh? Oh-! We’re talkin’ here, give us a moment would ya babe?” He smiled and turned to move out of her grip. She took a step towards him as he did, keeping her arm steady.

He turned to her, confused, as she leaned in towards his farthest ear, whispering.

“Hey buddy, I’m getting tired of this. If you don’t come with me right this second, I’m gonna kill you where you stand. Pros or not, they won’t save you. I don’t give a fuck if my sister has your baby growin’ in her. Yeah”?

Leaning back out she smiled, “So let’s go, huh?”.

He nodded shakily, bidding a quick goodbye to the heroes. She turned and smiled at them, trying to keep her cool and not end a life right there. Her eyes flashed onto each hero quickly, some connected their eyes while others just missed her glance.

Dynamight, who was seated closest to her, held her gaze a flash of a moment too long, leaving her with an awkward flush. Turning, she decided this interaction was over and moved to turn and walk away, shitty cargo in tow.

Before they could turn the closest corner, a call stopped them. Dynamight calling Tai’s name. Both of them turned around, breath bated.

“Congrats on the baby. And you, congrats on being an aunt”. He raised his glass to each of them in turn, before taking a drink, gaze unwavering and strong.

She groaned inwardly and smiled, raising the hand holding Tai and waving quickly. Turning away once more, she waited until the left the seating area to smack Tai across the back of his head.

“I fuckin’ hate you and this job sometimes”.

“At least you met Dynamight-“ Smack. “Ow!”

…

Well… there it is. This little nut has been in my brain for a hot minute now. I really wanted to put this out there though. I like it and i really like this little story I’ve built. Maybe I’ll put out more in a bit. But enjoy this for now!

#one shot #fanfic #tave time #baka-tsuki n co (bnha) #baka tsuki n co (bnha) #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo imagine #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #mha pov #mha oneshot #bnha #mha au #gang au

[mimithealpaca]

uprooted

"why the long face, ursula? you have a sister!"

"oh--um, i'm just... a little worried?"

"nonsense! just think about the cool things you can do in the city. like taxis. buses. when i was your age, i used to know all the routes, you know..."

"...yeah. yeah, you're right..."

If you don't already know, Ursula is my daughter. She's not the oldest OC I have, but she is definitely a favorite. I love the design I came up for her (this is her modern AU version) and although her shtick is that she is a naive bby that the world will try its darndest to break, she won't and she will retain her compassion and keep on going. I think that is why I love her. She pulls out the hope in me that I refuse to let the world blow out. She's the sky, the clouds, and the sun--she too has her own troubles, but even when times get tough, she'll pull through, and before you know it, she's soaring.

Anyway! I'll talk more about her later (aka give you more story) when I draw her again. Because I will. I promise you. I love her too much XD

Fun fact: She also makes a cameo appearance with her sister, Felda, in my BKDK/Kacchako (platonic) fancomic, which I am selling on my Etsy shop as of writing!

Technical fun facts: This was a drawing I did in order to test the refurbished Wacom Intuos Large I got recently. I COULDN'T RESIST THE DAMN TABLET MONOLITH'S SALE, I'M SORRY QWQ) My TL;DR review is that it... it gets the job done, lol. I'm not used to it yet. I think I'll have to tweak the pressure curve. OH, AND ALSO, IT KEPT DISCONNECTING >.> I'm hoping that's just because the cable was loose and not because this thing is busted...

#ursula tso #ursula #oc #mimithealpaca #modern tso au #paint tool sai #wacom intuos large #i wish wacom didn't have me in a chokehold but alas i am unfortunately a wacom bitch #one day... #original character

[silver-and-stars]

Watching Vampire Academy season finale

Dang Tatiana is full of crap.

That feeders' lips really looked to purple. In my cdrama watching experience it means poison indeed. What a dumb way to die for such an old queen. She could at least have left a message like "Was poison by my feeder, Vasilisa did nothing.” I mean they have tablets and all. They could communicate. Why don't they have phone btw.

OMG DRAGOZERA are MARRIED ! I love it.

Victor bro where is your husband? Maybe look of him instead of praying.

And now my boy Chris is a monk. What does it imply? Is it reversible? Still married though.

Let me slowclap. Jesse, congrats on getting rid of your abusive jerk dad. You made the right call. Probably best decision you ever made.

Haaa yes, humans! And their great capacity for hope. Dang, humans are boring. It's always the same thing. I don't see how it's different for Moroi or Dhampyrs. Andre, Lissa, Victor, they all seemed to believe in the possibility of a better future. Even my boy Christian, the outcast with monster parents hoped there was good in them. The "ability" for hope. Bro you all have it. Except in time of anxiety or depression. Dimitri is okay but damn he still has a pole far up his ass. You need vacations dude. And therapy.

Strigoi interrupting the confession, rude!

My girl Lissa, a true queen. Mia would make a great head of cabinet for her. And my girl Rose kicking ass. Oh hi there mother-in-law.

Andre using his powers in an offensive way, like Christian. Matching brothers-in-law. I love it.

Happy reunion! It's so sweet! Their smile! How gentle he is with her and how one of the first thing he says to her is that he is proud of her! Bro, my heart! No, tell her it was Tatiana. Tell her now. Tell everyone. Make a video, broadcast it! Aaaand he is gone / strigoi.

Go, you beautiful man, torch your mother (dang he hesitated, my poor sweet boy). And poor Lissa can't even enjoy the sweet reunion with her big bro. They gave her hope, a part of her family back, before ripping it away from her.

Dang, Rose's screaming was rough. People must think she is crazy.

Christian IS SO WONDERFUL. He is so gentle, kind and patient, I love it. Also he pretty.

Now that I think about it. Moroi are rich, royal, the Queen was there and no one had a helicopter to evacuate the Queen and Council?

Victor dude you're still there? Aaand she gonna eat you, won't she? Why is she pissed at him? I thought she loved him? He never forced her to heal him. Did he locked her up after she turned strigoi?

Wards are up, well down my boy! (why wasn't he stationed right next to them to beginning him though, like sitting by the pillar, all he would have hat to do was to activate it then without crossing the battlefield) that smile/laugh and hug with Rose was so cute! I love seeing them get along!

Aaand there goes Mason. Hope he isn't dead.

Are you really having a press conference, a crowning, among corpses! That's bad PR. Those are people. You bury them, you don't film their corpse in the streets while you make your "I told you so" speech. LOOOL "Why do anyone do anything. For love!" Disney princess bullshit right here. Personal gain is the true answer. That gain might be power, love, money, whatever. But for love is a bullshit reason for grand things such as ruling. How can she foul anyone?

The problem is the Council truly. BRO ! this is even worst ! 1) She loses the elections. 2) She discredits the one who won the elections. 3) she still loses the election as Vasilisa is chosen as heir BY THE QUEEN (why would she murder the one who just elected her heir?) 4) she takes the throne after the queen -who didn’t let her win- is assassinated and while the heir is missing and she ask for the heir to be arrested. It's so goddamn obvious!

Her Mia, not only your sister is Strigoi but your father his dead now. Probably. And where is your dad? (hey Mason lives, cool)

Dang I love when Christian speaks. Lissa looks good in blue. Oh damn, sorry dude for you aunt, we never got to meet her. Congrats for the promotion? It's gonna be hard to lead your family when everybody ostracizes you and when your wife is rival to the Queen. Good luck. Lissa still supporting Christian, telling him he did nothing wrong, I love it. They said "I love you"! Their smile! My heart!

Speaking of taking down Tatiana, don't you have something to confess Dmitri! Like how you MADE OUT WITH HER like only a few days ago ?! (wtf) You're lucky you're cute.

So Sonya is a Strigoi, Andre is too. And there is this whole darkness/light thing with the Spirit elements. So i'm guessing it can turn back Strigoi to human? What would be a way to get rid of the threat in the end. Were the strigoi first created by Vladimir through this element? Will the show turn into a way too long mess like Vampire Diaries (I mean Julie Plec is producer so i'm suspicious)? Stay tuned for season 2!

#vampire academy #my posts

[missspringthyme]

March 17th, 2024

Today was a fantastic day!

I woke up later than I wanted, but early enough to get the bread finished on time. I hung out in the living room while I went through cycles of letting the dough rest and kneading it, I love making bread and everyone loves focaccia. In the end, I made double the amount I planned on because we had to snag a baking tin from upstairs and the only one they had was huge. No one complained in the end though.

But that's how I spent most of the day, tending my bread, playing games on my tablet, listening to music and occasionally cleaning. Not a bad sunday. Eventually, the rest of the dinner was made (focaccia with rosemary and cherry tomatoes, vegetable quiche, chai spiced cookies, stracciatella ice cream, strawberries, and fresh whipped cream) and we all sat down to eat. Along with everyone in the apartment (minus turkish girl since she has been in Turkey for weeks because of a visa thing) Spanish girl joined us after coming back for a trip today. This is her first real time leaving Spain and she's using it to go to as many places as she can, this time it was Vienna and Prague. She asked me to go ice skating with her in Cologne so we'll have to figure that out eventually as well.

I don't know how to say this without sounding mean, but this is my journal so I'm allowed to be honest. I can tell she had a lot of years where she felt unattractive or undesirable, and now she's some male attention. She's doing the classic thing of pendulum swinging from one end of the self esteem spectrum to the other, which is a fantastic feeling, but it keeps taking me off guard. She does it in a way where she gives herself a huge compliment and then makes you affirm it. I don't know, it's not a bad thing but I just scramble for a second every time she does it.

My sister also called to ask when I would be going to the US this summer and for how long. I ended up giving her advice that she said was "actually helpful" so I'll count that as a win. I also realized that she would be able to store her things at my apartment if she wanted since my lease ends after her semester starts, I'll see if she goes for it though.

We had wine with our meal, and I had essentially a quarter of a cup to taste it. It was pretty nice, especially as I don't really like wine. Spanish girl did tease us for picking screw cap bottles though. We had really good conversations, especially because TCA went on a date in Cologne yesterday that went well. We grilled him for information, and then everyone wanted to see his hinge profile. I did a masterclass job on his profile, especially considering the only thing he could tell me he wanted was cars. First picture is a nice looking, but simple photo of him (that I took). Second is a photo of him where he looks really cool and you can tell he's tall (that I took). Third photo of him it's a candid action shot of him cooking (that I took). Fourth photo is a picture of him, me, and authentic Australian holding up art work we did at a workshop (I did not take this photo). Fifth photo (?) is a video of him ice skating and giving a thumbs up to the camera (which I took). Sixth photo is of him snuggling my blow up crocodile on the couch (which I took). This is supplemented by a voice recording of him telling a story, only one mention of his love of F1, and a 2 truths and a lie. All together, his profile shows that he has friends, hobbies, is tall, does fun things, cooks, is snuggly, and most importantly, is Australian. His profile has been raking in the babes. Spanish girl said his profile made him feel like he was written by a woman and told me I did an incredible job. Maybe I should start a side hustle.

After dinner, we played werewolf and that was the cherry on top. I was the narrator everytime except for 2 rounds which was fine by me. My favorite thing in the world is knowing everything and watching it all go down. German-american repeatedly accused authentic Australian despite him never being the werewolf. At one point she said "I know he's innocent, I just want him dead". Watching everyone's reactions to the different roles was the best thing in the world, and I hope we get to play again with just slightly more people. After we introduced the role of the doctor, games were a little more interesting and lasted just a little bit longer.

All of this, however, meant that by the time I got a chance to call T it was already pretty late. I could tell he was frustrated and it made the call a little tense. I tried to lighten things up, and it worked a bit. I also stayed on the call a lot longer than I really should have just so he could feel like the call was as long as he would want it to be. In the end though it wasn't terrible, and it was nice to see him all snuggled up.

#t #roommates #friend #march #sister

[survey--s]

595.

Do you know anyone who always makes themselves out to be the victim? Ohh god yes. I went to university with a girl like that - she never took ownership of her mistakes and she lost a LOT of friends because she wasn't ever willing to admit to doing anything wrong.

Have you ever wished you had been born the opposite sex? Nope, I don't think so.

What were some of your favorite books your parents read to you as a child? The Tiger Who Came to Tea, the Magic Faraway tree series and Bollygum.

Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Sure, but jokingly and seriously.

What’s your favorite movie battle scene? The ones in Lord of the Rings are all pretty good, especially the ones in the Two Towers.

Do you drink more frequently than once a week? No, I don't remember the last time I had alcohol actually - it was probably on New Years Eve.

Do you have any step-grandparents? I do - both my dads' parents re-married and my mum was informally adopted by her aunt and uncle so I actually have eight grandparents lol.

What is something popular that you refuse to participate in? The hype around Taylor Swift. <--- sure, let's go with that.

Do you oftentimes find it difficult to relate to other peoples’ feelings? Yeah, most definitely. That's an autistic thing though.

What’s a common misconception about your country? That we all have bad teeth. I actually read an article that said we have some of the best teeth in the world.

How far away do you live from the house you grew up in? It's probably a seven hour drive from here, give or take.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? I've never attended any wedding apart from my own.

Who takes care of your pet(s) when you’re out of town? My sister-in-law looks after our cats normally, but I think going forward I'll be paying Sophie (another pet-sitter) because we now have Toby who needs tablets so I don't want to put that on family really. We take Archie with us but if we were going abroad I'd put him in kennels.

Do you practice meditation? No. I've tried it but it did nothing for me.

What’s your favorite Marvel movie? The only one I remember seeing is Dr Strange. I'm not really into that kind of thing, to be honest.

What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? A note for Mark last week about the dogs.

What’s the population of your hometown? Where I live now, around 7k. Where I grew up, around 16k.

Have you ever eaten Cajun food? What about Creole food? No and yes.

If you’ve had both, which cuisine do you prefer? .

Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? I did! I thought I was SO cool lol.

What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? I honestly don't know - looking back, nothing was actually that awful, but it certainly felt that way at the time.

What are your siblings’ names and ages? I don't have any siblings.

What’s your favorite recipe you’ve come up with? Uh, I'm really not that creative or inventive lol.

Have you ever worn false eyelashes? Nope.

Do you pay much attention to local news? Hmm, not really. I see stuff on social media but that's about it.

Have you ever attempted to pick a lock? Did you succeed? Yes and yes.

When did you last dust the baseboards in your home? I actually vacuumed them this morning lol.

Do you prefer Japanese or Korean cuisine? I've never had Korean food I don't think, so I'll go with Japanese which I really like.

What’s something you have zero tolerance for? Abuse of any kind, especially if it's towards animals and children.

Do you know anyone who could be described as a religious fundamentalist? I don't, but I find the whole fundamentalism thing weirdly fascinating. I love watching shows about it.

What was the last act of self-care you did for yourself? Uh, I don't know, arranged to see my mum this weekend?

What grammar mistake do you find the most irritating? I don't really care about other people's grammar, to be honest.

What will you be buying the next time you go grocery shopping? I just did an online order, actually. I'm just getting normal stuff.

Do you drink soda often? Yeah, everyday.

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Status update, my dad is literally Logan Roy. My sister called him to ask for help with our cat's medical bill (because she used to be his wife's cat) and he said to her face that she shouldn't have taken the cat to the vet because she's old and she should just let her die.

Of course he didn't say that exactly, he said "oh well we wish you had called before going because we would've told you it wasn't a good idea because it can be expensive, and we have made the decision not to spend that kind of money on our cats (who are like 2 and 3), and the sad truth is that pets get old and things stop working and they die when it's their time and thats the way life is.

So I called him myself and spent 15 minutes listening to this patronizing bullshit, "I told her a truth she didn't want to hear I understand this might be a reality check," and I spent 15 minutes cutting through fallacy after gaslight, we've had cats for over 10 years, we fucking know that they die. He accused us of having buyers remorse and wanting daddy to fix our problem. He said straight up "I wouldn't have done that and I make so much more money than you do" to which I said cool so you admittedly could help us, and you buy new phones like a revolving door, but the cat doesn't matter. He kept alternating between patronizing "I just gave her my opinion" (which she did not ask for) and questioning why I was part of this conversation and I was like well hmmm it's my cat too and I also need to help pay for it, to which he said "so then why do you need me?" I cannot stress enough that this man spent the last 8 years going through Teslas like popcorn and buys new phones and tablets for his preteen kids. Finally there's no more bull to shit and he just laughs and asks what I'm trying to accomplish with this call. I told him that it was a heartless thing to say to your child who's asking for help, and that I needed to hear it straight from him so I could believe it, and that I cannot believe he thought that was an okay thing to say. Dead silence on the other end of the call (he had me on speaker to his wife and my little brothers btw), then I hung up. There's really nothing you can actually say to someone who is incapable of acknowleding they did something wrong and who's idea of parenting is to tell their child they should just let their cat die and actually believe they're doing you a favor by "telling you a hard truth." Anyway fucking bonkers phone call and evil takes many forms, and always under the guise that it knows whats good for you and you don't therefore it's doing you a favor.

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