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circus4apsycho8 · 10 months

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fresh start. | michael afton x pregnant!reader

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚗𝚊𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌! 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢!

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 (𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝚜) 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

It’s your last day of rest.

Your eyes crack open slightly, disorientation clouding your mind as you take a moment to realize that you’re no longer in your old home. A soft groan escapes your lips as the cold bites at your skin, immediately curling up further next to your lover, head settling on his chest.

Michael stirs slightly, but doesn’t awaken much to your relief. Poor boy has been having trouble adjusting his sleep schedule back to one that doesn’t involve a graveyard shift.

Speaking of which - today is your last day of no work. With your exhausting period of moving and settling in finished, the small amount of savings you and Michael had made is dwindling. Tomorrow, the two of you would have to get back to it.

It’s a shame, really - despite the challenges presented by moving states, you had really enjoyed your time with Michael. The last few months have been filled with almost nothing but work, with the two of you picking up as many shifts as possible in order to add to your savings. The week of moving allowed you and Michael to spend some much-needed time together.

Even with your new jobs, you know that things will be better now. For starters, you and Michael would be able to spend more time together now that you’re both working similar shifts. Not to mention that he was finally free from his horrid father, and out of Utah for good. No more sketchy pizzerias. No more creepy animatronics. Just you, Michael, and your unborn baby.

Now feeling a bit more awake, you decide that you would make the most of today. You two need to celebrate your fresh start together. And what better way to do that than with a fresh, hot breakfast? The two of you had gone grocery shopping yesterday after all.

The thought prompts you to carefully get out of bed, taking care to ensure that Michael isn’t awakened.

After stretching a bit, your hands settle on top of your belly - just about a month postconception. You smile a bit despite feeling a hint of nausea emanating from your tummy. Goosebumps trickle across your skin, making you snatch one of Michael’s discarded band hoodies from the floor.

Once you’ve done a bit of your morning hygiene routine, you head into the kitchen to begin cooking.

…

A chill beckons Michael to open his eyes slowly, sunlight gently illuminating the room.

Sunlight.

His half-asleep mind suddenly jerks into motion, realizing that he must have slept through his shift. Did he forget to set his alarm?

Upon sitting upright, though, Michael immediately relaxes, chuckling as he shakes his head. Right, new apartment, state and job. This is certainly going to take some getting used to.

Michael shudders at the onslaught of cold air, laying back down and pulling the blankets across his bare chest. It’s then he notices the empty spot beside him. Michael pouts slightly, missing the warmth of his lover as he sits up, taking a moment to stretch as he eyes the window.

He feels like it’s been a while since he’s awakened to the sunlight like this - with nothing to pack, nowhere to be. Not to mention that he won’t have to work during the night for his new job. Michael stands, approaching the window and yanking the curtain open. The view isn’t much - just a display of the streets below, but it’s something new. It isn’t his old view of William’s driveway, with that stupid purple car lingering there.

The sight makes Michael smile, a weight escaping his chest as he closes the curtains once more. For once, he feels like he’s not functioning fully on autopilot.

He inhales deeply, catching warm notes of cinnamon and bacon lingering in the air. Those scents alone are almost enough to make his tummy growl.

Michael takes a moment to scan the floor for his discarded hoodie, quickly realizing that the garment is nowhere to be found amongst the clothes stacked across the floor. The two of you were still working on dresser arrangements, having been too tired to finish yesterday.

He can’t bring himself to be too disappointed about the hoodie, though, already knowing the fate of the article as he settles for a pair of sweatpants. Besides, part of him finds the cold numbingly refreshing as he snatches his phone from the nightstand.

Michael stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants as he opens the door. The intoxicating scents of food grow stronger, a soft smile crossing his lips as he hears you humming quietly from the kitchen. He makes his way through the apartment, finally arriving moments later.

You’re huddled in front of the oven, peeking inside with a scrutinizing stare. Michael recognizes the faint, warm smell of cinnamon hovering throughout the air. On the stovetop sizzle various breakfast foods like eggs, bacon, and sausage.

“Good morning love,” Michael greets, causing you to jump a bit. The sudden movement makes you bonk your head against the handle of a pan sticking over the edge of the counter.

“Ow!” you mumble, racing to stop the pan from tipping over with one hand while holding your head with the other. “Michael!”

“Babe!” Michael cries as you steady the pan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you all right?”

You scrunch your face a little bit, rubbing the affected part of your head. “Yes, I’m sorry. Just a little lost in thought.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Michael replies, sighing as he slips an arm around your waist, bringing you in for a hug. He gently sets one of his hands over your tummy, pressing a kiss to your neck as he admires your forming baby bump. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“It’s fine,” you say, waving off his concern as you settle your head on his shoulder. “Anyways, how did you sleep? Adjusting to the new schedule any better?”

Michael smiles, pulling you flush against his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. “I slept better tonight. It was cold without you, though. And somebody took my hoodie…”

You giggle, pulling away from him as you slap his bare chest with the oversized sleeves. “Yep. Not my fault you left it on the floor!”

“Ow,” he mumbles, chuckling. “Fine.”

Besides, seeing you dressed in nothing but his hoodie and those shorts? That was all worth it in itself.

“I’m making cinnamon rolls!” you chirp, slipping away from him as you peek back into the oven. “And a bunch of other stuff, too. I decided that I’d make breakfast since it’s our last day of no work. You know, just to relax. Celebrate our first week living together, starting fresh…”

“Everything smells great,” he notes, surveying the mass of steaming food. “Especially the cinnamon buns.”

“I’m glad! I have a fresh pot of coffee brewed, too,” you note, opening the oven and pulling out the baking tray of cinnamon buns. He watches as you quickly transfer it to the stovetop, shutting the oven door.

Michael observes you as you bounce from task to task, deciding to commit the moment to memory. It suddenly hits him - just the absolute perfection of his new situation. No longer living with his pathetic excuse of a father, being able to live with the woman he loves while preparing for the newest addition to the family...

And not just any family. His family. Michael’s very own family – one he could protect and nourish to the best of his ability. It would be nothing like what it used to be. Michael would work hard to make himself a better father than William ever was.

You start humming again, focusing on the food once more as Michael starts preparing himself a cup of coffee. Michael leans against the counter once the beverage is ready, sipping on it as he listens to you.

“How are you feeling, darling?” he questions as you grab two plates from the cupboards, setting them down on the counter.

“I’m okay. I was a bit nauseous when I woke up, but it’s gone now, thankfully. All of this food is making me hungry!”

“I could smell it from the room,” Michael agrees as you plate everything. “Thank you for doing all of this, by the way. I could have helped if you’d woken me up, though. I know cooking’s a lot of work.”

You shake your head, pressing a quick, chaste kiss onto Michael’s chapped lips. “I don’t mind at all, love. I just think we should take today to celebrate our fresh start, you know? We’ve worked so hard for this.”

“I know we have. I just don’t want you to strain yourself,” Michael mumbles, catching your waist within his grasp before kissing the top of your head. His hands move down to cup your tummy, rubbing the skin there gently.

You scoff playfully, pushing away from your boyfriend with a grin. “I’m pregnant, not dying, Mike.”

He steps back, coffee mug now on the counter as he raises his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay. I just worry about you. Let me at least clean up, then?”

“That sounds like a plan to me,” you respond, smiling softly. “Now, let’s eat, babe. I know you’ve got to be hungry.”

“I am, actually,” he notes. “For once. Normally I get sick if I eat after waking up.”

You nod in understanding, sitting down next to him at the table. Your apartment is still a bit bland, but the two of you hope to spruce it up as you save money.

For a moment, the two of you simply eat in peace, listening to the quiet hum of appliances in the background.

“I’m nervous, Michael,” you mumble a minute later, free hand resting atop your belly. “For...for all of it. Our baby, the new jobs, the new area, just...everything.”

“I am too,” Michael admits. “But we’re going to get through it, and things are going to look up for us. We’re going to be our own little family. All three of us.” Michael settles his hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m still having trouble accepting that this is real,” you add, gazing off to the side. “We...we did it, Michael. We got out of Utah like you said we would all that time ago!”

“I told you we would,” he muses with a small smile, threading his fingers through yours.

You push your emptied plate away, nodding in defeat. “You did. I suppose I just worry too much.”

“So, have faith in me now, darling,” Michael coos, tipping your chin up so that you’re gazing right at him. His heart melts at the sight of your eyes. “Things are going to work out here.”

A pause lingers after his words as he studies you, realizing that your eyes are a bit glassy. “Darling...”

Michael’s grip shifts to your elbows, clasping them lightly and guiding you out of your seat. He lets you sit on his lap so that you can rest your head on your chest, his arms looping around your waist lightly.

“I’m sorry!” you mumble. “I don’t really know why I’m crying – I just...I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Michael.”

“Don’t apologize, love. Though, honestly, I’d say the luck goes the other way around,” he replies with a chuckle, setting his chin on your head. “Like I said: we’re going to figure things out. I know things may look a bit hazy for the time being, but we’re going to figure it out as we go.”

You glance up at Michael, the latter moving his hands to your face so that he can wipe the fallen tear away. “I love you, Michael Afton. I’m so grateful that we’re going to be starting our new life together.”

“I love you too. So am I,” he murmurs, tone soft as you capture his lips in a teary kiss. Michael uses one arm to ensure that you’re secure on him while the other goes to cup one of your cheeks.

For a moment, you just hug him, the two of you cherishing the small moment while you can.

“Would you want to explore the area today? Just see where it takes us?” he questions a few minutes later, glancing back up at you.

Your eyes light up, any trace of the tears gone as you nod excitedly. “Yes, that sounds like fun!”

Michael grins, the two of you standing and stretching. “All right, then I’ll get to cleaning.”

“I’ll help!” you insist, the two of you heading back into the kitchen to clean up your first apartment mess together.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔; 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢! <𝟹

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader

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callmearcturus · 2 years

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the best handheld gaming options today

ohyesididnotjustdothat: Idk if u were serious or if this is even a good time, but that rec list for handhelds sounds like it'd be baller ngl

yeah sure, i like to do the research so others don't have to. it's turning into my gimmick

Let's do this by

Best Starter Device

Best Midtier Device

"But What About Sony" Device

Best Thing If You Don't Want To Invest In A Steam Deck

Best Starter Device/Low Budget: Miyoo Mini

as soon as this fucking thing came out, everyone was talking about it and I can see why. This thing is adorable, it's sturdy, it is the most pocketable device in the space, and it reliably plays anything up to the PSX generation. It has shoulder buttons on the back, comes with a very decent user interface out of the box, and that screen is both gorgeous and it has extra lamination so it's well protected.

And it sells for less than 70$. There's a very loving fanbase around the Miyoo Mini with people pushing the hardware to its limits and supporting it, so it's a good pick.

Best Midtier Device: Retroid Pocket 2+

the + is important, this is a refresh and update to the original RP2 with a lot of improvements.

Full disclosure, I wanted to get myself a Powkiddy RGB10 Max 2 (a mouthful) because it has super good ergonomics and a huge screen. But its not about the screen, it's what you do with it, and RP2+ is just head and shoulders above the competition and tends to be priced at 99$, which is cheaper than the competition as well. That this thing exists while the Ambernick RG552 has the audacity to ask for 225$ is staggering.

This fucking thing will play SNES, GBA, PSX, sure. But thanks to its chipset, it'll also play N64, Nintendo DS, Dreamcast. There is a community-maintained GDoc with testing of the device with advice on how to wring the best results out of the RP2+. Also its one of the only devices where the manufacturer lets you buy spare parts if something breaks, which is something more folks should do. Also this thing is getting active updates both officially and from the community. Like.... it's a good fucking purchase.

This is what I'm getting and I'm planning to explore the NDS and Dreamcast libraries for the first time.

"But I want to play PSP as well as older generations!": CFW PS Vita

This was my first foray into the space and I fucking love it. The amount of shit you can do with a custom firmware (CFW) Vita is mind boggling. I just downloaded a free port of Fallout 2 from the Homebrew Browser that's runs on the Vita itself. Last night, I opened Adrenaline, which is Sony's own PSP emulation software and booted up Chrono Cross. There is a very sneaky little app I won't name that literally just lets you directly, cleanly download any PS Vita game onto the device.

The screen is fucking beautiful, the device feels luxury, it's got bluetooth, it can run older libraries all the way up to N64 (though it chugs on some GBA games for some reason).

And while a lot of other custom handhelds are trying to get PSP games to run, this is the device that was BUILT to run them, and it cannot be beat. No fucking with settings, no swapping cores in hopes another will run better. It just works for that amazing fucking library. And setting up the CFW is very fun and has a great step by step guide online.

Honorable Mention: CFW 3DS/3DS XL

One of the things these handhelds struggle with is emulation of the dual screen Nintendo devices. It's super easy to emulate the top screen, and for many games the bottom screen isn't actually necessary to play. But for the ones where it is, there are few viable handhelds you can really use.

But much like the Vita, the 3DS has a vibrant and thriving mod community. Once you have it set up, it's the most reliable avenue for the Nintendo catalog, and with Nintendo shutting down support for it, that's two generations of extremely large catalogs at risk of disappearing.

Also, once you've got it set up, you can go to hshop, pick the game you want to play, scan a QR code with your 3DS, and just install it. The pirate game is so fucking advanced. The only reason I don't play mine more is the battery life bugs me. If I put my vita to sleep, in a month it'll still have power. If I put my 3DS to sleep, it's dead in 2 days.

The "I Don't Mind Spending For the Best Option That Is Fully Futureproofed" Option: The AYN Odin

Starting price 230$ before shipping and you'll be waiting at minimum 3 months for it to arrive.

This will play everything. This is right now the only device to reliably run the PS2/PSP generation. It will also flawlessly stream Game Pass, PS Now (or whatever they're calling it these days), Stadia, Moonlight, Parsec, and Nvidia's service I forget the name of. If you're daring, you can sideload windows and play a respectable amount of full PC games. It has very good controls, super nice shoulder buttons, a turbo mode with a cooling fan, and that enormous fucking screen.

This is the device every motherfucker wants but you will be paying and you will be waiting to get your hands on it. It's the best device you can get without investing in a Steam Deck. (Also you can very easily get away with the Odin Lite over the Odin Base or Pro unless you are planning to sideload Windows, just FYI.)

Final Thoughts: There's a lot of good options out there and a lot of people covering them, but I personally like Retro Game Corps the most. He has in depth reviews of goddamn everything as well as video guides to setting up specific devices, learning Retroarch, exploring firmware options as they release, and WRITTEN GUIDES to everything on his site. Dude is a marvel. I would watch his stuff to see what sounds good, then watch other reviews for the same device. (This is what talked me out of the Powkiddy and into the RP2+.)

#gaming #arc plays games #i did the research so you don't have to

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the---hermit · 2 years

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28|10|2022

I have been thinking about this for a while, I wanted to wait until after my gradutation, but there's no point in it. You might know I really like baking, especially bread, but I have never tried making sourdough bread. Since it's been a while since I took some time to bake, I decided to learn this new thing, which hopefully will also help me with being more mindful. Baking sourdough bread is a slow process that takes a lot of time and I feel like it could be a good fit for myself. Baking is very relaing to me and I am really excited to try. Since I know no one who has a starter I decided to make it myself, so I'll have to work on that and wait at least ten days before I can actually bake bread, but I am excited nonetheless. Autumn and winter are the perfect season to get back into baking, and I cannot wait. I feel like after my gradutation I'll focus on taking back a lot of hobbies I left behind because I was either too tired or busy.

Productivity and self care things of today (I am doing a big list cause several things could have been on both lists):

read first thing in the morning

practiced my thesis presentation

day one of making my sourdough starter

created some new spreads in my bullet journal

did a big organization of things I'll have to do in these next couple of weeks cause I am busy but I can't remember a single thing

started re-listening to The Magnus Archives (a new series has been announced and since lately I have quite a bit of free time and haven't picked a new audiobook yet it feels like the perfect thing to do)

did some sudoku puzzles as I listened to the podcast

practiced Irish on duoligo

Spent the afternoon with a friend

I'll be meeting another friend tonight

Tranquil's studying challenge // day 15

What can you de-clutter physically or emotionally to find more ease and simplicity?

I want to do a decluttering of things in my closet, I don't think there's a lot, but I like to do it quite regularly to see if there's stuff I don't really wear anymore that I can pass down to someone or if there's stuff that is way too worn out, but I'll do that after my graduation. Emotionally there's a lot of decluttering I should do. In the years I have become better and better but there's some recent emotions that I haven't fully worked out that have been tiring me mentally. I want to get back into journaling more regularly, but lately I haven't been bothered. I should give myself more strucured goals.

#old pic #studyblr #studyinspo #tranquilfallbuddies #book #bookblr #journal #notebook #studying #notes #myhoneststudyblr #journaling #productivity #self care #mine #the---hermit

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ecofinisher · 11 months

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Ecofinisher's crediting list for "Ecofinisher's Sims 4 BASE GAME file"

This is my game file with the ideas and dramas I have put up together to make it more…..interesting.

I’ve seen various Simmer do them, some created every little thing on their own, others did use gallery stuff or edit existing buildings and I did somewhat both. I’m not very talented with buildings and tend to download other places or just use the existing ones and change it up.

I am also quite used to play with the existing Sims or ones from the gallery and from hearing about this with the sharing of game files I thought about making one too. I don’t expect it to be perfect, but I could put my ideas on it. Normal and crazy ones (I’m pretty sure in-laws crushing on each other is crazy, right?)

This save was actually started back, when I had three other packs active and would use anything. Youtuber "savythatsimmer" mentioned something about, the lack of base game files, so I changed my mind and tried to use only base game stuff, but it was challenging to me to not accidentally pick them. Sometimes I read how to “deactivate them” and did so to facilitate my job to use base game content only. It might contain something from the Christmas pack, which I ACTUALLY did remove, but it keeps showing me, that I’m using an object from there when I’m not. It was either a glitch here or I couldn’t really find it, which is weird, cause most of the time it was about a bracelet. If anyone gets a notification about that pack missing, it won’t be a big chance like a shirt or something.

Here’s the link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1k2foELAi1NENgrd4Y3yHG_f672OVBv-9/view?usp=drive_link

The difference between version 1 and 2 is only, that in the first I forgot to complete the summaries of the existing buildings.

If anything doesn’t work, feel free to tell.

The following listed buildings I used were created by other users and I will list them down here in case you’re interested to look for their original creator.

I do have also Sims I used from the gallery, mostly the ones based on Sims 2/3 characters. Mainly, because they looked better, than my own creations. (Althought the River McIrish one I made once was hot for a Sims 4 character xD But I wanted her to look closer to her, you know…..)

Other Sims I made by myself are newer creation, others are based by my old sims or foreign media. (Cartoons and all)

House Plan B (Inhabited by the Furtado family) (c) xoGerardine

Tilelicious (Inhabited by Iliana Langerak) (c) blondemaniac

Base 35k family home (Inhabited by LOL) (c) lilsimsie

Birch Cabin (Inhabited by the Blackwood household (c) Dippy Designs

Quick family home (Inhabited by the Rolloos) (c) lilsimsie

Pet Starter (Inhabited by the Sheppard household (c) HARIBOWS

London Townhouse (Inhabited by Cosplay Chicks) (c) FurryCassidy2021

The Hive (Inhabited by Zelda Mae) (c) Martacatarino

Single Moms: Asilomar (Inhabited by Zaczkowky clan) (c) OG: lilsimsie/ Current: staceymoonkenzie

Minimalist Basegame (Inhabited by the Single Moms household (c) MDR-CA

Bulkhead (Inhabited by Langerak Jr. family) (c) blondemaniac

Big Basegame Mansion (Inhabited by Wolff family) (c) DeadlyBloodRoses

IKEA SIMS (A furniture store) (c) Emmateitsma

Musical Castle Hall (A music-themed museum) (c) fatwolf54

Flor da Magnolia (A castle with a park) (c) diogoneves35

I like to move it (Fitness center) (c) karalianne

Nightclub Orion (Nightclub) (c) MAXIS

Used Pre-Created Sim-characters by MAXIS

-Don Lothario

-The BFF household

My own created Sims (Before creating the game file)

-Diogo (Da) Costa (Based after a Sim of the same name)

-Jake Furtado (Based after a Sim of the same name)

-Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Based after a Miraculous character)

-Lila Rossi (Based after a Miraculous character)

-Marc Gaiman (Facilitated version of an existing LGBT-Sim)

-Davy Linnell (Based after an NPC-Sim of The Sims 3)

-The Langerak-Goode household (Based on the household of the same name from Lunar Lakes)

-The Norgay Household (Based after the trio in DreamWork’s Abominable)

-Ruby Langerak (In-game born + edit daughter of River McIrish & Parker Langerak)

-Kari Clavell (In-game born + edit daughter of Xander Clavell & Ayesha Ansari)

-Guillermo Caliente (In-game born + edited son of Dina Caliente & Diogo Costa)

-Jake Wolff (DNA-generated in CAS. Son of Morgana/Thornton Wolff)

-Johnny Furtado (DNA-generated in CAS. Son of Jamie Jolina & Jake Furtado)

-Emil and Jonas Alto (Science-babies. Sons of Vita/Nick Alto)

-Arthur Jr. and Jake Langerak (DNA-Generated in CAS. Sons of Arthur Langerak & Gloria Goode)

Other Simmer’s creation based on Sims 2-3 characters

Sims 2

-Caliente Sisters (c) Mizzystace

Sims 3

-Ayesha Ansari (c) ToriGlory

-The Alvi family (c) DianaTheMad

-The Alto (c) 6cac182574f19e03

-Bert Alto (c) presumed to be 6cac182574f19e03

-Jamie Jolina (c) Dawwno (OG), Edited by liamdixon1

-The Wolff family (c) presumed to be 6cac182574f19e03

-The Langerak family (c) Omri147

-The Clavell family (c) Vit_DM3994

-The Hart family (c) hestiah23

-The Bunch family (c) hestiah23

-The McIrish family (Single moms household) (c) hestiah23

-The French family (Single moms household (c) MegKatt

Bonus: Inspiration for my own creations for the save file

PARTY GIRLS

Based on how I and my extroverted friends would be like, if we actually lived in a commune. Names and nationalities are changed and multicultural. Used google as well.

ROLLOOS

Googled Dutch names and picked random ones.

MCKENZIE

Last name I got from some random person on Facebook. Name should have an opposite meaning. Sim Angel came out randomized like that. 3 kids are named after Sims 4 soundtracks.

DEREK SHEPPARD

Random name.

ASTRUC-VOLKA

An old newspaper notification with similar story. Names came into my head randomly.

LAURENT

“Breed the ugly challenge”

SHEPPARD-GIRLS

The Miraculous love square, except the girl knows the cop’s identity, but he doesn’t know hers, because she’s a masked criminal. The Clavell household from my safe file.

COSPLAY CHICKS

The LOL-household.

ZATTAH

Googled for Greek names.

ORTIZ

Went into my head.

CHAVES

Went into my head.

MOONSPELL

Went into my head.

DARROW

Random, suggested family name in the game.

BARAKAT

Googled for Arabic family names

GAIMAN

To hint their sexuality.

HELSINKI/DRONNINGEN

Random Scandinavian-sounding names. The first names I took inspiration by the Snow Queen franchise.

DANIELA ALBERGHINI

Bella Bachelor’s Italian dubbed name. I also used the new Bella of EA, but made some changes to make a “fake Bella”

MCCALLISTER

Some channel aired Home Alone and well…..ask Kevin.

G-BAND

The name MBAND, which is a music trio with men.

TRAVOLTA-BENSON

Some movie I don’t remember the name, but John Travolta played in it along with Robin Williams. Benson came to a later point, when I watched Bee Movie advertisment.

HOFMAN

Random generated name by Sims 4. Nouns first names came into my head randomly and I googled for some. Summer Holiday’s name.

LOL-GAMER

Somehow I realized LOL also means “League of legends”

BLACKWOOD

The black widow challenge.

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thedickgraysonrp · 4 months

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I have some new followers recently, so to y'all out there, both new and old: Hey there and Welcome (back)!

Below the line are some questions answered to get you started:

How do I interact with your muse?

You can send me an IM if you have any plot or idea you had in mind and we can discuss something out. You can also send an IM just to say you're interested and we'll work something out.

You can send any meme or ask you'd like that I reblogged here, they will be under #rp memes or the 'memes' section in my blog.

You can also send headcanon requests, questions or dash games if you want to get to know the muse better.

If you're shy or unsure, you can also send me anons.

I will be working on updated open starters soon, so you can keep an eye out for that as well.

Please make sure to read the rules before you interact.

You are not following me back, does that mean you don't want to interact?

No, that's not the case. I usually follow blogs who I've already had interacted with for some time, or blogs I had interest in and followed first. If we've never interacted before, I don't follow back. I also unfollow blogs who I am no longer interacting with to clean up my dash. This blog is semi-selective, but it's not mutual exclusive. We can talk and RP together even if we're not mutuals. Neither you or I have any obligation to follow each other for the sake of being mutuals if either of us don't feel like it. That being said, if we already have some interaction and we wrote a little together and had something good going, I'll likely follow you back. Please pay attention that I do not interact with muns who are under 21 and their age (or age range) is not stated in the blog.

We roleplayed in the past but our thread died/you didn't reply/I didn't reply/etc., do you still want to roleplay?

First and foremost, if we had a thread going and I didn't reply for a while, please do let me know. I might have forgotten, given that I both study and work at the same time and my head isn't always here. That being said, sometimes I do prefer replying to some threads first than others, but I eventually get to everything. You can always send me an IM about picking up an old thread, trying something new, etc. I no longer use a RP thread tracker because I keep forgetting to add or remove threads from there. If you haven't replied for a long time, I'm not going to pester you. I just assume you are very busy, prefer to reply to other threads first or just no longer interested. In either case, there's no judgements or grudges held, and I don't keep anyone here by force.

Everything else should be written in my carrd and rules, which you can find in the pinned post. If you still have any questions, feel free to ask me in the comments or an IM.

Thank you for following and I hope we can make some amazing roleplays together!

#ooc

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thecreativeforge · 4 months

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I have some new followers recently, so to y'all out there, both new and old: Hey there and Welcome (back)!

Below the line are some questions answered to get you started:

How do I interact with your muses?

You can send me an IM if you have any plot or idea you had in mind and we can discuss something out. You can also send an IM just to say you're interested and we'll work something out.

You can send any meme or ask you'd like that I reblogged here, they will be under #//memes or the 'memes' section in my blog.

You can also send headcanon stuff, general questions or dash games if you want to get to know a muse better.

If you're shy or unsure, you can also send me anons.

I will be working on more open starters soon, so you can keep an eye out for that as well.

Please make sure to read the rules before you interact.

You are not following me back, does that mean you don't want to interact?

We roleplayed in the past but our thread died/you didn't reply/I didn't reply/etc., do you still want to roleplay?

Everything else should be written in my carrd and rules, which you can find in the pinned post. If you still have any questions, feel free to ask me in the comments or an IM.

Thank you for following and I hope we can make some amazing roleplays together!

#//ooc

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sezja · 1 year

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I’m assuming that reply you gave in post as a questions are okay :D

I might have missed it but what job is she? Any doh/l on the side? Hobbies? I know she hates GCs but she is joining which one? What server did you put her if okay to ask. I assume as wol she got the Echo, how did she noticed that? Does she makes friends easily? Is she shy or not really just looks anxious. Her opinions about the Scions? Starter city and favorite place? Does she ever get to know Bard boys? Steph and team? Favorite food? Favorite flower?

Okay for now I’m done.

(My parenting team ocs look at her, say she is too young and prepare a bag with everything necessary for new adventurers plus a few treats and tasty nutritional food and parenting books for the 3 dads including the classic “What to do when your Teenager goes Primal killing?” Don’t worry book comes with pictures if any of them dislikes reading. I have one dad oc that is a disaster as dad because he learned too late he had a son with a Miqo’te Keeper and their culture is different, he has read the parenting books, he is working on it, his son is same age as Sanaii but Keeper-Duskwight Miqo’te looking, don’t introduce them, she looks nice, he causes problems on purpose and by accident)

SANAII MY BABY GIRL-

She is a SAM main, but she's taking ARC/BRD through ARR; both are canon for her - she learns SAM from R'enze (or at least, the very barest basics; he knows basically nothing, and everything else she learns, canonically, through the job quests) and ARC from Zephyr. She also learns the basics of using a greatsword from R'azit, and DRK becomes a tertiary class for her. She does take up WVR and BTN! I want to say she fishes, but whether she'll actually pick up FSH, I don't know.

She's an avid reader - she likes to pick up new books everywhere she goes, usually trading them for the books she picked up elsewhere (unless she gets particularly attached to one or two). She's learning embroidery in what little downtime she has (which is what leads to her picking up WVR), but isn't very good at it yet. She gets better as time goes on.

I haven't actually decided which GC she'll join. I lean toward the Adders, but that's more because she's a Gridania starter than because she has any particular attachment to them. (Because BRD is canon for her, I could totally see her jumping ship to another GC after the events of the SB BRD quests.)

She's on Maduin! Taking advantage of that Road to 80 for as long as it's available.

Part of the reason she has amnesia has to do with her awakening to the Echo, actually - she awakened to it during the destruction of her village during the Calamity. The combined traumas left her with only hazy memories of her young childhood, even her name. She remembers it started with a R... unhelpful, considering she's from a branch of the R tribe. But she's had Echo episodes ever since. Her fathers believe they're fainting spells, but as no healer has judged them to be a cause for concern, they've always tried not to raise a fuss about it.

She doesn't trust easily, which can make it difficult to make friends. She also doesn't really try to make many friends, since being an adventurer means being constantly on the move, never really staying in one place for long. Against her will, though, people start gravitating to her - and more people like her than she expected. Or wanted. She's not sure how she feels about this "Champion of Eorzea," "Warrior of Light" business.

She's not really shy - she just looks very anxious, which makes people think she's likely to be shy and timid.

She's lukewarm on the Scions at first - she joins them only reluctantly, with the stipulation that she's free to leave any time. Minfilia has no idea how old she is. No one really does. (Then again, it's unclear how much it would matter, considering... Alphinaud. But I digress.) She comes around on them, obviously - especially the twins; it's nice to be traveling with people her own age. She and Alisaie get along especially well, being action-oriented. I feel like Estinien doesn't quite see her as a younger sibling the way he sort of does the other two, though. It's hard to see her as a child when she's faced down Nidhogg twice, and slays primals on the regular.

Starter city: Gridania. Favorite place: Hard to say. She gets very partial to Ishgard and Radz-at-Han.

She does get to know the bard boys! And probably also the MCH team, because I am what I am. Probably also the DNC team. I'll write more about those individually soon. <3

Favorite food: She's kind of a picky eater, something her dads have struggled with. She does very much enjoy most kinds of pasta, though.

Favorite flower: Oh, roses. Red roses.

(Catch Zephyr studiously reading the book while the other two look at the pictures in rising horror; they did NOT agree to let their baby girl fight MONSTERS what IS THIS. I think the kids should meet. What's the worst that could happen.)

#lefox sanaii #thank you <3 <3

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gaylordsmansion · 1 year

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The guy behind @athena-appreciation-page here, how ya goin'

Figured I'd ask since you're the Simon Blackquill expert & are currently rotating an AA Pokemon AU in your head to my knowledge, because I desperately need to know for a bunch of teams I'm writing out for myself...

is this bugger Simon-core or nah?

They've got the hair and glare for it, with plenty of cutting moves and a Dark typing. I need a replacement for Kartana on teams where he isn't out for blood and this stuck out to me as a potential candidate. No pressure! Just a thought I had.

~Helgi

I would say "probably". Funny enough, I was thinking about this guy the other day, myself. I really like the wind theming for Shiftry, especially given that they're not flying-type. There are also a lot of really good picks in general, some of which you might prefer to this one, it just really depends on the context of the AU, you know? Like if it took place in Hoenn, I think Shiftry is a much better pick than if it took place in Sinnoh.

Since I'm not privy to the full context [or if traditional regions are being used at all], and since it took me all day to get around to answering this anyway, I thought I'd slap together some choices from each region, making sure to include a starter.

Therefore this is gonna be a long post

Honestly, the starter could go any way & I think it could work. I also think Pidgeot in place of Fearow is okay, but I am a big Fearow stan, so use that one.

Another gen where the starter could go any way & I think it would work. But I chose the one that shows up in Hisui. Murkrow and Sneasel were partially chosen here because Gen 4 is so full of good mons that I picked their pre-evos instead.

Look who made it! I don't feel like I need to elaborate, honestly. Though one could make a case for Flygon or Salamence, the actual Gen 3 mon that almost made it was Gardevoir. But you and I both know that's an Athena mon.

Also, while I'm trying hard to avoid too much personal bias, I can't help it with this gen. I won't be hearing arguements against Absol's inclusion.

This was the easiest one. Because I chose the pre-evolutions for Weavile and Honchkrow previously. LMAO

This is a big region, so there are plenty of other decent options. I just think the ones I chose are cooler Pokémon. Nobody cares about Unfezant, Bisharp is cooler. Nobody cares about Swanna, Zoroark is cooler.

For a small dex, I was presented with a challenge. Then I looked at the starters and said "all of these suck, I'm not picking any of them." Besides, Yveltal is infinitely more badass than any of those starters, so maybe he just started with Yveltal. Then I remembered Hawlucha isn't a bird, so I told myself to avoid that one, too. This is what I ended up with.

Yes, I did just imply Malamar is cooler than Greninja. Because it's true.

As much as I adore Alola and Gen 7, I was shocked when I found this to be the hardest one yet, aside from the starter. I felt obligated to pick The Bird at this point, though I'm not sure I feel Toucannon is a great pick overall. I want to consider Golisopod, though I don't really want to pick the main mon of a prominent character in story. Also, since Oricorio can change formes easily enough, I don't think forme matters too much.

Even easier than gen 4. As it should be, given that the region's dex is just as painfully British as Simon himself is. Why isn't Swanna in Galar, though? I'd have chosen it here.

Hisui may have a small amount of additions, but there was enough for me to work with. I think Arcanine could work, too, given that the species has "guardian" lore & speed theming. Note: Samurott is probably on par with Decidueye for appropriateness.

AND FINALLY. THE BIRD REGION.

If you wanted it to be all birds, Ceruledge can be swapped for Kilowattrel, but nothing about that mon seems particularly Simon to me other than "its a burd lol". Ceruledge on the other hand IS SORD. Also, the honourable mention goes to the lazy-ass Kingambit.

Feel free to pick & choose from things I mentioned here if you want, lol, I just wanted to have fun making this tbh and I did

#butter-helgi #char: blackquill #askbox

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jackalope78 · 1 month

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The Diagnosis

When I started this tubmlr back in December, I wasn't really quite sure what I wanted to do with it. I still miss Livejournal and have long wanted some kind of replacement. Now though, I need a place to work through medical shit, someplace mostly anonymous where I won't accidentally hurt my friends with my anger. Because oh my god I'm angry and hurt and scared, but I also don't want to put that on the people who love me because they don't deserve it.

So hello void, this is my scream. Feel free to yell back, I completely get it.

I'm going to put down a timeline of the past three weeks, because I don't want to forget it.

March 21 I noticed my feet were numb. Like a Reynaud's attack but I wasn't cold. Thought hm... I should probably go in to the doctor about that.

March 25, noticed my legs were not quite as sensitive as they should be after a shower, the towel felt weird when I dried them

March 26, morning. Called the helpline for my insurance. The nurse I spoke to was very nice and calm, but I could hear the "OH SHIT" in her voice as she said, "I need you to go to the emergency room, these are the hospitals near you that we work with, please don't drive yourself, if you can't get someone to take you, we can arrange for an ambulance"

This is indeed about when I realized this was serious. still didn't know how serious but you know... maybe it's better that these things happen in stages.

Anyway, I called my very dear friend. someone I knew was currently taking a work sabbatical, and asked her if she could come pick me up and take me to the ER. I then went to my weekly work meeting, as I knew that it would be a while before my friend would arrive. Meeting went well, friend showed up, I told my boss I needed to go, and off we went.

I was seen pretty quickly for being a non bleeding patient in the ER. They did some tests, including an MRI of my spine, and that showed bad things. Bright spots. Demyelinating Fassomething I can't be bothered to look up how to spell right now. So around 4pm (we got there around 11:30AM) they admitted me to as an inpatient there in the hospital because they wanted to do more tests. Another MRI for starters. My friend, who stayed with me the whole time, did I mention she's a dear friend and an absolute champ, went to my apartment to bring me pajamas and feed my cat and get some overnight supplies like toothbrushes and toothpaste and deodorant. She also made me a little snack "hey you're in the hospital and it sucks" care package and it was the absolute best. Have I mentioned she's the most amazing? Cause even in this relative anonymity she deserves a shout out. I let my boss know that I was being admitted and then called my parents to give them an update. They live halfway across the country and I didn't want to worry them, but also they should know. I told them I was fine, don't panic. Don't fly out. I would keep them updated.

Here's where my timeline goes kind of fuzzy? Time is liminal in the hospital and it can be hard to keep track. It both expanded and shrunk down to nothing. I did get another MRI, this time of the brain and neck and both with and without contrast. I'm pretty sure that happened on the 27th. A neurologist came to see me. Again I think on the 27th. Due to the results of the second MRI they said they wanted to do a lumbar puncture, but the techs were swamped so it might be Thursday, but more likely Friday. The neurologist also mentioned that she's leaning towards multiple sclerosis, but she couldn't be sure until after the lumbar puncture. But I should prepare myself for that.

Sometime on the 28th my arms went a little numb. Because stress. So they decided to do an intravenous injection of a steroid. which meant I had to get a new IV port put in because damn my little rolly veins and their inability to hold a port. That in an of itself was an ordeal. I had quite a few nurses come in to try and find a good vein, they had to call in the specialty nurses to do it, but since they had a trauma to deal with, it didn't happen till late. I was there in the bed, one nurse on each arm, putting in two ports so they wouldn't have to do it again. I absolutely went to the zone out place. I shut my eyes and started humming "In The Bleak Midwinter". Why that song? I HAVE NO IDEA. I love it, it's one of my favorite carols, and it's soothing in a way I can't describe. The weirdest thing for me is that since they came so late in the night (around midnight I think) I didn't have my glasses on, so I have no idea what either one of them looks like, one was male, the other was a woman with big curly hair that she had up in this high poufy ponytail. They were just blurry shapes with hands.

Friday the 29th I got the lumbar puncture. WHICH WAS A NOTHING PROCEDURE. Holy cow, medical dramas lie about that one. I went in, they had me lie on my belly, they numbed the skin with something that felt like a tiny pinch, and then they raised me up on an angle. And the doctor said, we're just collecting the fluid now, we'll be done soon and I said, "wait you stuck me already". Absolutely nothing. Best thing I had done. Way nicer then the MRI. (I hate those things).

I was released late Friday, I had another injection and then I could go home. I needed to go to my provider on Saturday for the third injection (I ended up being told to go have it done again on Sunday and Monday).

On Monday April 1, I had some kind of weird reaction to the stress and just everything and got a bout of vertigo. I did go back to urgent care, a friend went with me. They wanted to do another MRI, just incase, so it was anther overnight for me. Then Thursday April 4 I had something? I don't remember, but once again I was back at urgent care. I was fine. And they found a last minute appointment with a neurologist, which was nice because the one I had originally was for April 23rd to go over test results. And that's where I got my diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. Yay. It's been a week now of digesting and processing the news. I have had a call with a clinical pharmacist to go over the medication they're going to put me on. I need to get blood drawn for more lab tests. I have an upcoming appointment with a physical therapist and another doctor. But god is this a lot to process and deal with.

On one had, it explains SO FUCKING MUCH about various things that have been happening over the past- god I don't even know -5ish years? On the other hand, why the fuck didn't I push harder or even go to the doctor about these things. Why did I (not even the doctor, but ME) just chalk all this up to being older, fat, and out of shape. Please, please if I could tell the internet one thing, don't chalk things up to getting older. Please talk to your doctor about small changes that you notice. Even if you do think it's just that you're getting older and you're kind of out of shape and maybe a bit fat.

#getting a diagnosis #I wasn't just old and fat #living with Multiple Sclerosis #wait am I disabled now #multiple sclerosis #chronic illness #timeline

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

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“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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“Wherever you go, I go.”

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How to Play as Constantine in DnD 5e

I was asked to try and build Constantine next, and I’m glad my next commission was so easy on the eyes. So, as I add Constantine x King Shark to my fleet of ships, let’s dissect how to play as this bad boy demon hunter. To clear the air, yes I have seen Tulock the Barbrarian’s build and, frankly, I disagree with his approach. I don’t do builds that are just retreads of Tulock’s builds, so I wouldn’t be making this post if I didn’t have a different angle to approach his build from.

John Constantine is a Human from Liverpool, England, but magic runs in his family. As such, we’ll make Constantine a Variant Human. As a Variant Human, we’ll give John +1 INT, +1 CON. We’ll give him Deception as his free skill of choice. For his free feat, we'll give him Resilient for +1 CON and proficiency with CON saving throws. Not only will this let him concentrate on spells better, but CON saves will also ensure we can see straight, even when we’re 42% gin, and 58% regrettable life choices.

For his background, we've got a few options here. Constantine is a close-up magician and a punk rock musician which sounds like an Entertainer for Sleight of Hand and Performance, but he’s also an occultist detective, which is more of an Investigator for Insight and Investigation, and he’s also something of a con artist, which would make him a Charlatan for Deception and Sleight of Hand. Pick your poison, but for the purposes of this build, I’ll be treating him as an Entertainer for Sleight of Hand and Performance.

For his alignment, Constantine may not care about taking care of himself, but he does care about protecting others, making him Chaotic Good.

WIZARD

SCHOOL OF THEURGY (Knowledge)

There really was no other option for building Constantine. He has a wide utility belt of spells like a wizard, and deals with religious magic like a cleric. The School of Theurgy is the only way to combine the two. However, there are two domains that fit Constantine: Arcana and Knowledge. If Constantine was a Cleric, he’d be an Arcana Domain Cleric for sure, as they focus on banishing extra planar creatures and removing spell effects on others, which feels right in Constatine’s wheelhouse. But Knowledge Domain Clerics get added skill expertise, mind reading, and glimpsing the past, which is something Constantine also does. He’s able to tell just by entering a room that something terrible has happened there, and the Knowledge Domain is a good fit for a detective. Both work, but as Arcana overlaps with Wizard in many key ways, I’ll build Constantine as a Knowledge Domain Theurgist. Obviously though, Arcana fits him just as nicely, and there’s no problem if you prefer Arcana. For your Wizard skills, you gain expertise in Arcana and Religion from the Knowledge Domain, and you can take Insight and Investigation as your skills of choice from the Wizard skill list.

BASIC INFORMATION

STATS STR 8 DEX 10 CON 20 INT 20 WIS 14 CHA 10

SAVING THROWS STR -1 DEX 0 CON +11 INT +11 WIS +8 CHA 0

COMBAT STATS HP: 222 AC: 10 Initiative: 0

SKILLS Arcana (+17) Deception (+6) Insight (+8) Investigation (+11) Performance (+6) Religion (+17) Sleight of Hand (+6)

FEATS Resilient (CON) Tough*

LANGUAGES Abyssal** Celestial Common Infernal**

*I gave Constantine Tough because as a Wizard, he’s bound to have a smaller HP bar, and thus, the Tough feat helps make him better for a fight. However, other excellent options include Metamagic Adept which gives him 2 sorcery points and 2 metamagic options to alter his spells, or Eldritch Adept, which gives him an Eldritch Invocation with no pre-existing requirements. Options like Armor of Shadows, Eldritch Mind, Eldritch Sight, Eyes of the Rune Keeper, Fiendish Vigor, or at later levels, Witch Sight to see through extra planar disguises.

**Constantine only gets Common and Celestial from his starter class, but through study, he can learn to read and write the languages of devils and demons as well. If he cares enough to talk to all extra planar enemies, he can also choose to study Deep Speech, Primordial, and Sylvan.

JOHN CONSTANTINE’S SPELL BOOK

C Fire Bolt, Light, Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation, Sacred Flame 1 Command, Detect Evil and Good, Guiding Bolt, Identify, Mage Armor, Protection from Evil and Good, Shield 2 Arcane Lock, Augury, Detect Thoughts, Hold Person, Locate Object, Phantasmal Force, Suggestion 3 Bestow Curse, Dispel Magic, Fireball, Magic Circle, Nondetection, Protection from Energy, Remove Curse, Speak with Dead 4 Arcane Eye, Banishment, Confusion, Fire Shield, Greater Invisibility, Locate Creature, Phantasmal Killer 5 Dispel Evil and Good, Hallow, Hold Monster, Legend Lore, Scrying, Wall of Force 6 Arcane Gate, Fizban’s Platinum Shield, Forbiddance, True Seeing 7 Divine Word, Plane Shift 8 Illusory Dragon 9 Invulnerability, Weird

CONSTANTINE’S EXTENDED SPELL BOOK

One lovely thing about the Wizard is that they can learn even more spells than their class already gives them. So, here’s basically the area for Constantine’s spill over spells because his magical chalice runneth over. These are spells that either give him more type coverage damaging spells, or fit his abilities, but didn’t make the first string. The reason for all of the summoning spells is because Constantine has summoned The Phantom Stranger against his will, so clearly summoning extra planar help is within his abilities. And with his +17 in religion checks, knowing the true names of celestials and fiends seems well within his wheelhouse.

1 Burning Hands, False Life, Inflict Wounds, Magic Missile, Silent Image, Tenser’s Floating Disk, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith, Sleep 2 Earthbind, Invisibility, Knock, Levitate, Magic Weapon, Misty Step, See Invisibility, Scorching Ray, Warding Bond 3 Counterspell, Glyph of Warding, Major Image, Spirit Shroud, Summon Lesser Demons, Summon Shadowspawn 4 Death Ward, Dimension Door, Divination, Guardian of Faith, Resilient Sphere, Secret Chest, Summon Aberration, Summon Construct, Summon Greater Demon 5 Commune, Far Step, Flame Strike, Holy Weapon, Immolation, Modify Memory, Passwall, Planar Binding, Seeming, Summon Celestial, Teleportation Circle, Wall of Light 6 Flesh to Stone, Globe of Invulnerability, Guards and Wards, Harm, Otherworldly Guise, Power Word: Pain, Summon Fiend, Sunbeam, Word of Recall 7 Conjure Celestial, Forecage, Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion, Sequester, Symbol, Teleport, Temple of the Gods 8 Holy Aura, Demiplane, Power Word: Stun Sunburst 9 Foresight, Gate, Imprisonment, Power Word: Kill, Time Stop

FEATURES

Arcane Initiate - You can learn both Wizard and Cleric spells, so long as you learn all of your Domain Spells Arcane Recovery - Recover up to 10 spell slots of 5th level or lower on a short rest once per day Channel Divinity: Knowledge of the Ages - Spend a Channel Divinity to gain proficiency with one skill or tool for 10 minutes. Channel Divinity: Read Thoughts - Force a creature to make a Wisdom saving throw. If it fails, you can read its surface thoughts. It automatically fails Suggestion’s saving throw while under this effect. Resilient (CON): +1 CON, Proficiency with CON saving throws Signature Spells: Magic Circle and Protection from Energy are always prepared and can be cast once without using a spell slot. Spell Mastery: Shield and Phantasmal Force can be cast without requiring spell slots. Tough: Gain 2 HP per Level (+40 HP) Visions of the Past: After meditating or prayer for 1 minute, you can glimpse dreamlike visions of past events for 14 minutes. Object Reading: You learn an object’s prior owner, how they acquired and lost it, and the most important thing that happened involving the owner and the object. If the object has been owned by more than 1 person in the last 14 days, you can also read the object for those other owners as well. Aura Reading: Glimpse the events of a location within a 50 ft cube up to 14 days ago, and learn up to 14 details about the events in this location.

I must say, after researching John Constantine, he went from being a kind of cool superhero I knew a little bit about to one of my new favorites. He was really fun to build, and I’ll admit, I’d be curious to see how he’d play in a real campaign. I do wish I could have made his DEX and CHA a little higher, but as he’s a Wizard, his CON stat needs a lot of love and attention so that his HP isn’t a sorry, soggy disaster. The guy even stared down Trigon and asked Him to light his cigarette. As for the build itself, John’s got a lot of versatility. Even without his secondary list of spells to add to his book on his adventure, Constantine has a fair deal of divination spells to ask God, Satan, and everyone in between for clues about a case he’s working. He has a nice selection of warding spells, as even God himself could not break one of Constantine’s seals. We also made sure he had plenty of ways to find, defend against, seal, banish, and ward off extra planar foes, regardless of whether they’re celestials or fiends. Constantine also has a wide selection of illusion spells, as he has used illusions to force criminals to face their victims, make their deceased loved ones scold them, or just haunted them with terrible nightmare imagery. His only major drawback is that Constantine’s primary spell list focuses more on banishing and protecting against extra planar threats, and he doesn’t have many spells for damaging his enemies. The secondary spell list has a few more options, but it’s still a shortcoming of his build. Still, it’s all-around a good character to use, especially if you know your DM is interested in running a religious-focused campaign or is planning a campaign that focuses on extra planar threats.

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The Widow and the Wolf - Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x dark!exWidow!reader

Summary: After Natasha Romanoff took down the Red Room, the former Widows scattered to the wind. Raised to be a killing machine and released into the world with nothing and no one, you decided to use your newfound autonomy to take down the bad guys of your choosing. But now Natasha is riddled with guilt for leaving you on your own. She wants to recruit you, rehabilitate you, make you part of a team again. But the rest of the squad has reservations, and no one is more against you than Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Graphic violence; Mentions of domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, human trafficking, child sex trafficking; eventual Dubcon (not Bucky); eventual smut; slow(ish) burn enemies-to-lovers. [More warnings will be added as necessary but these are the Big Bads.] 18+ only, no minors.

A/N: This is canon-adjacent in that I just decided to pick and choose who I wanted to write for and what parts of canon I wanted to use. Best not to think too hard about where it falls on the timeline because the canon is a mess and we all kind of hate it anyway.

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here.

Chapter One

You’ve been tracking him for days, not that it was hard. His patrol schedule is always the same, as is his after-hours routine: drinks at the Irish pub on Reade Street with the other boys in blue. It’s a cop bar but you waltz right in, looking lost even though you know the name, rank, and various misdeeds of every guy in the place. He looks at you, because of course he does—his wife assured you that he has a wandering eye, among his other sins.

You take a seat at the bar. “Double vodka rocks, please.”

The bartender pours you your drink and you take a deep pull, savoring the burn of it. Then you wait, but it doesn’t take long—it never does. Sergeant Thompson sidles up to the barstool next to you.

“Hey darlin,” he says, his breath reeking of cheap beer. “You lost?”

You turn to him with an innocent smile. “Evening, officer.”

“It’s Sergeant,” he says, tapping his badge, “but I won’t hold that against you. So, what’s a pretty young thing doing in a dive bar with a bunch of old men?”

“I was supposed to meet a friend for dinner but she bailed on me. Figured I’d grab a drink before I head home.”

“And where is home?” he asks, not that it’s any of his business, but cops think they deserve answers to any questions they feel like asking.

“Williamsburg,” you lie.

“You’re pretty far from home, then,” he replies, even though you both know that you aren’t. He takes a sip of his beer and the foam leaves a trace like a mustache before he licks it clean. “It’s late. Why don’t you let me drive you? Wouldn’t want you on the subway this time of night.”

“It’s only 8:30,” you say. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

He leans in conspiratorially. “Well, I really shouldn’t be telling you this—open investigation and all that—but we’ve been on the lookout for a guy in the area, serial rapist, real nasty piece of work.”

That’s one thing the two of you have in common at least.

“I’d feel a lot better if you’d let me take you home, darlin.”

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” you admit. “Can’t get much safer than the NYPD, right?”

He laughs and so do you, knowing that nothing is farther from the truth—especially when it comes to this guy.

Sergeant Thompson speeds across the Williamsburg Bridge with his flashers on, headed toward the address you gave him. Of course, that’s not actually your address—you don’t have a home anymore—it’s just one of many rundown warehouses in the neighborhood, variously used for impromptu raves and as drug dens and, in your case, a private place in which you can take care of business without fear of being interrupted.

“This is me,” you say, waiting for him to let you out of the back of the cruiser where he insisted you ride—caged in like a helpless animal, or so he thinks.

“This place?” he asks. “Looks like it’s about to collapse.”

“You’d be surprised what they can do to these places on the inside—gentrification and what have you. My rent is astronomical.”

“Still,” he says, “I’d like to walk you up. Looks a bit unsavory.”

“If you insist, Sergeant.”

The second you get up the stairs to the top floor, you inject him with the etorphine, straight into the jugular, and down he goes. It never gets old—how easy it is, when they think that they are the predator and you are the prey. You drag him into the loft where you’re already set up for a long night’s work.

When he comes to, he’s fixed to the chair with (among other things) his own handcuffs, mouth taped shut and a rag shoved in for good measure. You don’t want to hear him talk; it’s time for him to listen. His day of reckoning has come. He starts to squirm but between the cuffs and the duct tape and the sedative still coursing through his veins, he’s not going anywhere. Even if he did get free, you could take him down easy. It’s what you were trained for. It’s what you were born for.

“Welcome back, Sergeant,” you say, and he screams something unintelligible through the rag which, if you had to guess, would be some combination of “cunt” or “bitch” or any of the other choice words he likes to use on his women.

The tarps are laid meticulously around the room, placed strategically to catch any and all evidence of what you’re about to do. When he notices them, he goes still, because he knows. Part of him knows.

“So,” you say, pulling out the Thompson file, “this is quite the impressive resume you’ve got here, Sarge. Lots of civilian brutality complaints, including a few choice allegations from female prisoners. Oh, and then there’s the domestic violence and marital rape. You’re a real charmer, huh?”

There’s more muffled screaming but you ignore it—the last gasps of a dying man.

“Here’s the thing, Sarge. I know you think that you’re above the law, because you are the law, but you aren’t. Your wife is real tired of your shit, and me? Well, let’s just say that my motto is protect and serve.” You lean in close enough to smell the salty sweat on his brow. “And unlike you, I actually mean it.”

You pull your favorite knife from your thigh holster and slit him from ear to ear. “See you in hell, Sergeant.”

You sit on the edge of the table, swinging your legs and watching him bleed out. It doesn’t take long. The actual disposal is the real work. You set about chopping him into manageable pieces and you find yourself missing the days when you didn’t have to cover your tracks alone, when there was a clean-up team to take care of it for you.

But you’re freelance now. You’re not a Widow anymore. She made sure of that.

Sometimes—like right now, when you’re dripping sweat and every muscle in your body is screaming its exertion as you saw through bone after bone—you hate Natasha Romanoff. You know why she did what she did; you understand that, objectively, it was the right thing to do. But did she ever stop to consider the repercussions of her actions? She got out early and found a new family and became one of the Good Guys. But you? You entered the Red Room with nothing and you left with nothing.

They always said you were born to be a killer. It’s all you’ve ever known. So what exactly did she expect you to do? You may be free of the mind control, but you never had the chance to develop a mind of your own. Killing is all you know. At least now you get to pick your own targets.

Once you’ve got Sergeant Thompson all squared away, you pack him up in the trunk of his cruiser and drive upstate, listening to the 80s station you like. It occurs to you that most people have heard these songs a thousand times—so many times that they know the lyrics instinctively, can sing them without even having to think about it. It’s all new to you, though. You can’t decide whether it makes you sad to think about all you’ve missed or whether you’re lucky that you get to experience for the first time what everyone else is already tired of.

When you get to the farm, you dump Thompson in the holes you’ve already backhoed, then you hop on the Cat and fill them all in. You shoot a text to Mrs. Thompson from your burner—just a thumbs-up emoji—and she replies with a smiley face. It was only so long before he would have killed her; she knows it as well as you do. The only people that will grieve the dearly departed Sergeant Thompson are a bunch of assholes who are one false move from ending up in your web.

You didn’t charge Mrs. Thompson your usual rate—just what she could afford without drawing the attention and ire of the Mister. Sometimes, depending on the circumstances, you even work pro bono. After all, you only kill people for money who you would happily kill for free. You consider it a service, something for the greater good of society. You’ll take money, sure—you need it to live and to continue your work—but not from people who can’t easily spare it.

You have standards. You have a code. That’s the difference between the you that served as a mindless weapon wielded by others and the you that decides for yourself how to use the gifts you’ve been given. No women. No children. No collateral damage. Only Very Bad Men who’ve done Very Bad Things. You don’t see the harm in it, not really, and as you settle into bed you come back to the thought you often have before a fitful night of sleep: who’s the real avenger, Natasha?

*****

Natasha wipes her brow and throws the rag down on the mat, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging half of it before she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Bucky has barely broken a sweat from their morning sparring session, and he doesn’t even try to fake it. He’s in an especially grumpy mood.

“This is a bad idea, Natasha.”

“To some people, maybe,” she says, “but I want to bring her in anyway. I don’t understand how you of all people are against me on this, Bucky.”

“Uh, for starters, she’s a serial killer.”

“That’s a bit of a harsh assessment, considering the circumstances. And do I really need to remind you that the same could be said about the two of us? That a lot of people still say that about us?”

Bucky sighs, because he knows she’s right, but this is different—you are different. “It’s not the same,” he grumbles, but he’s not entirely sure it isn’t, and that’s what’s really bothering him.

“Look,” Nat says, taking a step toward Bucky, “I need to try, ok? I know what she’s going through because I went through it, except she’s completely alone out there with nothing and no one. You and I… we had people behind us, helping us.”

“And what if she says no?” Bucky asks. “Are you just gonna let her go on doing what she’s doing? She’s killed… how many is it now?”

Natasha mutters something under her breath and Bucky looks at her expectantly. “What was that, Tasha?”

“25 people in the last 6 months,” she states, her mouth set in a hard line.

“Exactly,” he says.

“I would like to point out that they were all very bad people. So...”

“Tasha,” he says, and he puts his hand up to silence her. “I can’t help you on this. I’m sorry. I want to, but I can’t.”

Natasha huffs out a laugh. “You know what, Barnes? You’re real high and mighty for a guy who–”

Natasha stops herself when she sees the ice-cold look in Bucky’s eyes. “Go on. For a guy who what?”

“Nothing,” she says. “I’m sorry. I’ll go on my own.”

“Well, good luck to you. Hope you don’t get your throat slit.”

Bucky stomps off and Natasha is left wondering if she’s about to make a huge mistake. She knows you’re volatile, that a part of you must resent her, but she needs to make it right. At the very least, she needs to try.

Natasha grabs her tablet and scrolls through the latest intel on your whereabouts. She’s just missed you in New York, but she thinks she’s got a jump on your next target: some coke dealer down in Miami with a predilection for underage girls. Just a brief glance at this guy’s file is enough to make Natasha’s blood run cold. She knows why you do what you do. If she’s honest, it doesn’t bother her one bit that you’re doing it. It’s the thought of you out there on your own, filled with hate and anger and thirsty for bloody vengeance, that frightens her. Because maybe one day—left to your own devices, lost in the chaos of your troubled mind—getting the Bad Guys won’t be enough for you. Maybe you’ll decide that some of the Good Guys aren’t so good after all. Maybe you’ll even be right.

She contemplates being honest with Steve and telling him where she’s headed but decides against it. Steve isn’t on board with her plan. Natasha doesn’t fault him for it—he doesn’t understand, he couldn’t. Bucky, though... that’s a disappointment, and it surprises her. If anyone knows what it feels like to spend your life as someone else’s weapon, it’s Bucky Barnes.

Natasha waits until nightfall to “borrow” the Quinjet, and she finds Bucky waiting for her when she gets to the hangar.

“I’m coming with you,” he says, “but only as back-up. She’s dangerous, Natasha.”

“Maybe so,” Natasha replies, “but only because she’s afraid.”

*****

You knew that she’d be coming for you sooner or later. Might as well get it over with. Your little stilt cabin on the outskirts of the Everglades isn’t quite set up for company but at least it’s tucked away and difficult to access. You’re surprised she brought him, though—that was a mistake. You and she could have a nice long conversation, but you have nothing to say to the Soldat.

You climb up the tree to your lookout platform and hoist your sniper rifle onto your shoulder, following their slow but steady progress through the knee-deep swamp water, trying to line up a decent shot as they weave in between the bald cypress trees. When you see your chance, you take it, and you put one about an inch from where the Soldat’s metal arm meets the flesh of his shoulder. It ricochets off, as intended, and he jumps forward to shield Natasha. You hear her laugh through your earpiece.

“Relax, Barnes. It was a warning shot. If she wanted to hit you, she would have.”

“She did hit me,” he snaps.

You smile as you descend from the tree to meet them.

“Well well well,” you say. “If it isn’t the Murder Twins. To what do I owe this unwanted visit?”

“You know why I’m here,” Natasha says.

“Yes,” you reply, “but why is he here?”

The man she calls Barnes looks at you with disdain and you give it right back to him. You can tell that shot in the arm really pissed him off and it pleases you to no end.

“He’s just watching my back,” she says. “That’s what happens when you’re on a team.”

“Right, The Avengers. How adorable.”

“Listen,” Natasha begins, but you stop her.

“Let me save you the trouble of whatever little speech you have prepared. I’m not coming with you. I’m not going to Widow rehab and joining your ragtag group of misfits. And I’m not going to stop doing my work just because you come here and bat your eyes and smile pretty at me.”

“Your work?” spits the Soldat. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

“Bucky, don’t-”

“Let him talk, Romanoff,” you say. “He obviously has some… opinions. Now that he’s got the mask off, he can finally speak for himself.” You take a step towards him, your rifle in hand but not pointed at him. “So speak, Soldat.”

He looks flustered and not a little bit angry. You can tell he doesn’t like to be called by that name. “Killing people isn’t work,” he says.

You huff out a laugh. “And what is it that the two of you do, exactly? Run a coffee shop?”

“We are not the same,” he says, and you smile because you know that he doesn’t actually believe that—how could he after everything he’s done?

“I think we are exactly the same, Soldat, with one huge exception: you’re still letting other people tell you what to do, and I’m done with all that.”

“This is pointless,” he says.

“Now that is something you and I actually agree on.” You turn to Natasha. “You should go while you still can. I have work to do.”

But Natasha just won’t let it go. “I should never have left you alone,” she says. “This is my fault. Let me fix it.”

“I don’t need to be fixed,” you snap, and you raise your rifle and point it directly at her head. “Leave, Natasha. And take your little pet with you.”

The Soldat grabs her arm gently. “Let’s go, Tasha. She’s hopeless.”

You feel a pang of something then—some indescribable form of melancholy. You try to keep it off your face but you can tell from the look in his eyes that he sees it. A minute tremble of your lip, the quick double blink—it gives you away, and now you’re really pissed off.

“Leave. Now,” you yell, and it pierces through the sweltering darkness. “I’ll make you sorry if you don’t.”

You watch Natasha and the bionic man make their way out of the swamp. You don’t turn your back on them, not that you think they’ll try to take you by force. That would be unwise and Natasha knows it. Once you’re satisfied that they’re gone, you return to the cabin. The bloodied man in the linen suit lays strapped to the bed where you left him, squirming and shouting around the gag in his mouth.

You have to stop yourself from making this a messy affair, but the anger you feel—at her, at him, at everything—is making it difficult to temper your darker urges. You’re not one for torture, even though this man absolutely deserves it for the horrible things he’s done. You almost give in, but you remind yourself that this is a job—it is work, despite what the Soldat may think—and you have to remain professional.

You grab the man’s file off the desk and pull a chair up next to the bed. “So, Mr. Garcia, where were we?”

CHAPTER TWO >>>

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #dark!fic #dark!reader #the widow and the wolf

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six-costume-refs · 2 years

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I think I saw your post on this for the Broadway alts, but if you had to assign alt colors to the Aragon Tour alternates what would you pick for each queen? Because there's 5 colors and 4 alts, I'm also curious which one you'd either leave out (or because in this hypothetical money doesn't exist and someone gets two haha). Loving the blogs and all your takes on costuming and everything Six! (PLEASE feel free to disregard if this was an ask already and I somehow missed it)

Hey! Thank you, so glad you enjoy it!

It’s taken me a hot second to respond to this as I wanted to use the update for @lightleckrereins six dress up game and because I've been going back and forth a little bit, but here’s what I’m going with!

For starters I think having several variations for everyone would be really essential to the success of alternate costumes, so I've worked out scenarios with 2 variations per alt (like the 2019 NAT Tour) and 3 variations per alt (like the fall 2019 NCL productions). Cleves costumes would also actually be reveal.

Kelly Denice Taylor (A/B/C): teal

with 2 variations: an A skirt with peplum like @lightleckrereins drew here, and full Cleves with the shorts also worn for B

with 3: the same A skirt, Boleyn skirt, and full Cleves

Kelsee Sweigard (A/S/P): orange

with 2 variations: orange pants for A/P (peplum worn for P but not A), Seymour skirt

with 3: some sort of A skirt, S skirt, P pants w/ peplum

Erin Palmer Ramirez (B/H/P): silver or pink

with 2 variations: open-front skirt for B/H, pants with peplum for P

with 3: Boleyn skirt for B, open-front skirt for H, pants with peplum for P

Cassie Silva (S/C/H): black

with 2 variations: full C and a skirt for S/H (out of the existing designs it would be like Collette Guitart's, but I don't love it for S)

with 3: S skirt, full C, Collette's skirt for H

Some reasoning if anyone is curious: - My main focus was on matching up the colors of the costumes, both in terms of their covers and what colors would be most flattering on each alternate. Knowing that I would have a few variations meant designs weren't fixed, but colors and what colors would work for who were. As a result...

Here’s a post where I talk about the typical track usage of each alt costume if anyone wants to see some of the precedence.

Teal is almost always B/C or B/H, although I also like it for B/P. That would mean Erin or Kelly. Teal isn't as flattering on Erin and I definitely liked other colors better for her, but it would look fantastic on Kelly and works perfectly in an A/B/C scenario!

Orange has strong history as A/S/C/P. I love it for A/C so I briefly considered it for Kelly and I do think it would be a nice color on her, but I preferred teal and in every scenario I tried it was just too obvious a pick for Kelsee to be given to anyone else.

Pink is my favorite alt costume, but in my opinion the color is the least versatile. I knew if I used it I would definitely give it to a Howard cover, and that narrowed it down to Erin and Cassie. It could work for either (and I actually love it for S/H), but it’s a great color on Erin and with Roxanne Couch wearing it for B/H, there's precedent for Six using it for that combo. I still don't love it for P (which is why I have silver as one of my options for her too), but Erin is definitely a solid choice for pink.

Silver is a really polarizing color - some will look good in it, and some won’t at all. I cut out Cassie and Kelsee immediately because it’s not as flattering on either of them. Erin tends to self-select a lot of pink/blue pastels and white for herself, so it seems like one she might choose and would also look great on her. Erin with silver B/H/P also works with the original design of the costume for Esme Rothero as B/H/P swing.

Black was the hardest to place, actually. It’s meant to be a really versatile color and design as a swing costume, and it could have looked good on most of them. I mostly focused on covers as a result: I like it for A/S/P, but by elimination Kelsee made sense as orange; it worked for Erin, but silver and/or pink also worked just as well for her and would have been better colors on her; it’s commonly used for A/C, but I didn’t like it for Kelly. Cassie has the combo of S/H that it was designed for and that I really like it for, plus it’s commonly used for Cleves, so it made sense for Cassie.

#six the musical #six 22 23 aragon tour #kelly denice taylor #erin palmer ramirez #kelsee sweigard #cassie silva #six musical #elisabeth has opinions

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Would you write some steamy make out session between fem!reader x a daughter of your choice? Maybe the daughter would sneak out of the castle or sneak reader in the castle into her bedroom. They can go all the way, I'd love a dominant top reader in this, but if you're not comfortable writing about that someone can interrupt them when reader is just about have their hand in the daughter's pants. Thank you in advance!

I picked Bela, cuz I've already got some nsfw with the other two planned. Not gonna lie, this had me, like, screaming in the middle of the night because I'm incredibly easily flustered, and whooooo boy this is what the folks would call "horny". Anyway, I tried, hopefully it's good. If not, please forgive me, I haven't written nsfw in ages (can you believe I used to write this stuff with a straight face?). PS: the reader probably isn't as dominant as you were going for? I just, idk, personally exude bottom energy (even as an ace) and struggle a lil with that sort of thing. If I understand terms correctly (and I do not), the reader might count as a 'service top'. What does that even mean. I'm probably not correct. Just. Just read the thing and see if it's any good, leave me to my awkward flailing.

Under read-more for horny, obvs. Also because this is, like, 1.5k words, which belongs under a read-more. Oh, also not beta read? I could not willingly make someone read this and edit it.

Sweet Talkin' (Alt: the fic that killed j)

“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” You asked, butterflies in your stomach, equal parts nervous and excited. This date had taken weeks of planning. Every last detail was covered, from location to timing to where a certain noble would be, backed up by maidens and begrudging sisters alike. At the end of the day, you really shouldn’t be nervous. But considering just how special this was supposed to be… well, you couldn’t help your anxiety. Evidently your girlfriend feels much the same, as her reassuring smile was hardly as confident as it normally was.

“We’ve gone over this a thousand times, darling, we know it’s going to work out fine,” Bela Dimitrescu replied, before pulling you in for a quick kiss. The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a moment, gently resting your foreheads together. “It will be fine, it has to be. If my mother found out-”

“She won’t,” you interjected, quickly, trying to do for her what she had done for you. “You said it yourself, we’ve double and triple checked. As long as we finish up before dinner, as planned, your sisters will keep her distracted. Admittedly I’m still not sure how you managed to convince them to help.”

“The threat of mutually assured destruction,” Bela replied, as if it was obvious. Something about the way she was always so fast to respond, usually with something clever, made your heart skip a beat. Ooh, and the confidence she radiated? Even better. “Besides, I’ve covered for the two of them a dozen times or more, I think they owe me one. Now, let’s just enjoy this time we have together, alright?” Then she takes both of your hands in her own, giving them a soft squeeze, while looking at you lovingly.

“Is it getting a little warm in here, or is it just me?” You asked, blushing, almost overwhelmed by the heat shared between the two of you. There’s a slight lump in your throat, but you push it down as fast as you can. After all, this was exactly what the two of you had wanted, and you happened to have a little ‘surprise’ in mind. Now seemed like the perfect chance to act. “Maybe we should do something about it, hmm? Don’t want me overheating during our date, now do we?” Well, it wasn’t your smoothest moment, for sure. But you were used to Bela taking the lead in these sorts of situations. This was simply your turn to have some fun, finally show that you didn’t always need to be told what to do (not that you minded, at least not when it was Bela giving you commands).

“Oh? Do elaborate, darling, I’d love to hear what you’re suggesting,” she replied, soft smile betraying her mirth. For a second you see her gaze drift from your eyes to your lips, and you have a feeling you know exactly what she’s thinking about. Seizing the moment, you wrap an arm around her waist, then pull her in for a kiss. Soon enough you two are pressed against each other, eager in your movements, hearts racing in sync. Slowly but surely you move your hand, edging it down her back, then a little further… Bela gasps as you gently grab her ass, not having expected you to be the first to make such a move. A few moments later you have to break for air, chests heaving, but you don’t let go of her entirely.

“Less clothes, for starters. And since your skin isn’t, hmm, quite as warm as mine… I was thinking I could use that to my advantage. If your thighs need a little warming, we could kill two birds with one stone,” you said, practically purring, voice lower than usual. A blush soon rises up Bela’s cheeks as she considers your offer. It doesn’t take her long to smirk, satisfied, one hand going to cup your cheek.

“Right now, there is nothing I would love more,” she murmured. It’s all the encouragement you need to act. Without hesitation you tuck an arm behind her legs, sweeping her up and onto the desk in one smooth motion. It’s a good thing she cleaned up for our date, you think, as you position your body between her thighs. For now you focus your lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along it. Meanwhile your hands find themselves on the fabric of her dress, slowly sliding it upwards, revealing more of her soft skin, ready and waiting for your touch. She lets out a quiet moan as you work, using one hand to hold your head close to her. “You’re rather eager today, dear. Worried we won’t have time for you to get a turn?” Bela asked, in between sharp breaths, teasing as ever.

Instead of replying, you just run your tongue over a particularly sensitive spot on her neck (one you’ve taken advantage of many, many times), unable to stop yourself from smiling when it draws another, louder, moan from her lips. Savoring the feeling, you give her the softest lovebite you can manage. Then you finally get the hem of her dress up to her thighs, allowing you all the access you need, and you pull back to look her in the eyes.

“The only thing I’m worried about is how loud you’re about to be. I wouldn’t want to scar the other maidens,” you said, grinning. Part of you remembers that Daniela and her girlfriend had already handed out plenty of mental scars. The rest of you, however, is content to focus on your girlfriend. So you give her one last quick peck on the lips. Seconds later you’re on your knees, looking up to admire the view. You can’t help but release a low breath at the sight. It takes you a moment to recover, blushing heavily, before you get back to work. Reaching up you take the edge of her underwear in your hands, tugging it away. Bela shifts as you do, trying to make it easier for you, and before long you’ve removed it entirely and tossed the garment over your shoulder. Normally you’d be neater, but when the two of you had all the time in the world… why bother?

Even with one hell of a prize right there, you don’t go straight for her cunt. You place a kiss against her inner thigh, then another one, taking your sweet time. It’s driving Bela crazy, and she’s squirming in place. Picking up the pace just a bit, you add in a couple nibbles, slowly climbing up her thighs, hands ensuring they stayed parted. Right as you move in for more, her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer, closer. On one hand you want to tease her, payback for a dozen times she’s done this exact thing to you. On the other hand… your lips can’t help themselves. You’re kissing her clit, loving the way she gasps in response, switching to using your tongue, quick licks one after another. Now her fingers are curling in your hair, pulling ever so slightly.

“Babe,” Bela gasped, struggling to keep herself from bucking too hard, free hand clenching the desk as hard as she could. Eager to please her further, you work faster, tongue rolling over her wet folds, then focusing on her clit, cycling the motions, even as she moves herself against you. You swear you can almost hear her heart racing- but it’s just your own beating in your ears, nearly drowned out by the sound of her pleasure. Every sound urges you onward, rewarding every lick or kiss with a surge of pride. You were the reason she was gasping, calling your name, shaking ever the slightest. Soon, well, soon you’ll be the reason why she was cumming. “Oh fuck,” she said, tensing up for a split second, one last lick sending her over the edge. The way she tugs on your hair hurts, but you know it’s more out of reflex than anything else.

“Mmm,” you hummed, pressing a couple soft kisses to Bela’s inner thighs, letting her come down from her high without having to worry about overstimulation (at least not yet). Then you’re rising back to your feet, glad to stretch out a little. “Ready for round two?” You asked, teasing, though a hundred percent ready if she did agree. To your surprise… she nods, eagerly, sending you a familiar smirk. “Well, I’d better get to work, then.” With that said you move closer, grinning just as wide as your girlfriend, beyond glad that you had plenty of time to do whatever you wanted with each other… because the two of you were going to need every minute.

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es-kay-zee · 3 years

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Advice | Seo Changbin x Reader

pairing: changbin x reader

genre: smut

warnings: very very soft dom! reader (like, ridiculously soft), sub! idol, afab reader, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise

requested: yes

word count: 4.3k

proofread: surprisingly yes :) although it was very brief so there could still be mistakes lol

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @qtieskz @vogueinnie

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! i thrive off of it! i love hearing what you guys think about my writing so feel free to let me know what y'all think of this one :)

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A loud knock at your door was the last thing you expected at 11.43pm on a Tuesday night. Especially in the middle of a pandemic. But the most surprising part about it, was when you opened the door, you found your co-worker Changbin standing outside.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, peering over his shoulder and seeing his car parked on the side of the road.

“I need your help,” he replies, holding up various work folders, using the best pleading look he can muster up.

“You came all this way, just for some advice on a case?”

“Yeah. I know it’s late. I just-” he pauses for a second, sighing deeply and running a hand down his face. “I just need to have this done by the day after tomorrow, and I’m struggling with it. It keeps playing on my mind and I haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep because of it.”

You take a deep breath, weighing your options. It’s not uncommon for Changbin to ask your advice on occasion, especially considering you’re a few years his senior, but what is uncommon is for him to show up at your house to ask. And you were just about to head to bed.

“Okay, come in,” you say before you can stop yourself, and you aren’t entirely sure why you invite him in. Sure, he needs the advice, but you’re tired and want sleep. You could’ve asked him to come back in the morning. But he’s here now and you’ve already invited him in. “Just put the stuff out on the coffee table.”

He does as you instruct, walking towards the couch, taking a seat and spreading some of the folders out on the small table.

“You want anything to drink?” you ask, walking towards the kitchen.

“Maybe just a glass of water, thanks,” he calls back.

You return to the living room, two glasses in your hands. You sit down next to Changbin, placing the glasses on the table, one in front of him and the other in front of yourself. He picks up his glass, takes a sip, and clears his throat before beginning to explain the case and what he needs help with. A short while passes, filled with him asking questions and you answering as best as you can. But you can’t help but notice that Changbin’s eyes keep running down your body every now and then. It’s obvious that he thinks he’s being subtle about it but based on the fact that you’ve watched him do it almost every time means that he’s anything but. It’s even more obvious how distracted he is, because of the number of times he asks you to repeat what you’ve said throughout the night so far.

An idea pops into your had, a rather devilish thought. You don’t know what compels you to do it, maybe it’s the crush you’ve had on him for the past year, or maybe it’s just the desire to get him worked up. You’re not entirely sure, but you do it anyway. You stand up, and Changbin’s eyes flick over to you, but he’s quick to avert his gaze back to the files on the table, not wanting to be caught staring at you. And that’s the moment you initiate your plan, quickly undoing the top two buttons of your black satin pajama shirt while he’s not looking. You round the table and take a seat on the floor, across from Changbin. You have to hold back a laugh when his eyes immediately land upon the now exposed skin of your chest. It’s entertaining, how just a simple pop of a button has the man so flustered.

You lean forward, further emphasising your cleavage under the guise of looking at the files, and it’s faint, but you can hear the low groan that leaves Changbin’s parted lips. You look up at him, and you can’t hide the smirk at the way his eyes are fixated on your chest. He hasn’t even noticed you looking at him.

“My eyes are up here,” you say, and the way Changbin jumps slightly at your words is almost enough to make you laugh.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” The tips of his ears are red, and judging by the bulge in his sweatpants, the tip of his dick is probably the same colour. He’s quick to catch you looking at his bulge, grabbing one of your couch cushions and placing it over his lap, blocking the view from your eyes.

“Do you need any more help?” you ask, holding up a file. But the way your eyes continue to stare at his obscured lap makes it obvious that you’re not talking about the case. He clutches the cushion tighter, squirming slightly in his seat at the added pressure on his crotch. He doesn’t say anything in response to you, and you shake your head slightly at the silence. “C’mon, baby boy. You can tell me.”

The way his eyes widen at the nickname has you thinking you’ve gone too far. But the quiet whine that leaves his throat lets you know that it’s okay, that he likes it. He mumbles something under his breath, but you can’t quite make out the words.

“What was that? You’ve gotta speak up,” you say, keeping your voice calm and gentle, wanting to gently coax him into saying what he wants to say.

“C-can I kiss you?” he repeats. His question is cute, and you can’t help cooing quietly when he says the words.

“Of course,” you reply, standing up and walking back around the coffee table towards Changbin. You slowly pick up the cushion and place it to the side, replacing it’s previous position with yourself. You straddle his lap, your clothed core resting right above his bulge. You want to grind down against him, but you don’t. He asked for a kiss and that’s what you’re going to give him.

You pause before leaning in, taking a moment to look at his face, his silently pleading eyes and his pouting lips. He looks absolutely beautiful. And just before he can let out an impatient whine, you connect your lips with his, your hands resting upon his cheeks while his find their place on your waist. Your lips are soft, softer than he thought they would be, and the press of them against his own makes him feel like he’s in heaven, dancing among the highest clouds. Immediately, he’s intoxicated, drunk on the feeling of your lips. If he could somehow live without the need for oxygen, he’d never pull away, he’d be content to kiss you for the rest of time.

And just when he thinks it can’t get any better, you tangle your fingers into his dark hair. Your grip is firm, but you do not tug, there’s no need to when he’s already loving what you’re giving. Besides, there’s something fun in the gentleness, in the sweet, slow movements of yours and his lips. There’s no rush to feel more, no rush to indulge in anything more than what’s happening in the moment.

And when you do finally pull back, it’s not for lack of desire. You’re stopped only by the burning in your lungs, you’re body’s necessity for air growing greater than your heart's yearning to keep kissing him. The only sound that can be heard in the otherwise silent room is yours and his breathing, until you speak.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” you ask, wanting to be sure that he wants this as much as you do. You keep your voice quiet, no more than a hushed whisper, worrying that speaking any louder will somehow tarnish the calm atmosphere of the room.

He knows he shouldn’t do this. It crosses so many boundaries between his personal and professional life. For starters, you’re his co-worker, add to that the major crush he has on you and it’s bound to be a disaster. Emotionally. He cares about you, admires you. Sleeping with you will only amplify his feelings. But he’d be damned if he didn’t want this so badly.

“Yeah, we should,” he replies, speaking just as quietly as you.

Slowly, you stand up, taking his hand in yours and leading him down the hallway. He admires you from behind as you walk, his heart racing in excitement. He can’t believe he got to kiss you, let alone getting the chance to do more with you. You walk into your bedroom, still hand-in-hand with the man behind you. You stop, turning to face him. It’s cute, the way his eyes are wide, looking at you as if he doesn’t want to miss anything. You take a step closer to him, connecting your lips with his in another gentle kiss before grabbing the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it up. Once his shirt is off, you lean in, whispering in his ear.

“Do you wanna take off my clothes or do you wanna watch me do it?” A shudder runs through his body from your breath tickling his skin, and he still can’t believe this is happening. Both options sound like a dream come true, but he knows which one he prefers.

“Watch, please.”

“Then get on the bed, pretty boy.”

Your words send another shiver down his spine, but maybe that’s just the nickname. He loves it, the way you talk so sweetly, the way you treat him so gently. He wishes he could live in this moment forever. He does as you say, climbing onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, sitting with a perfect view of you. And watching you strip becomes his favourite movie, something he could watch over and over and never grow tired of. The way your fingers dance over the buttons of your pajama shirt, slowly undoing them has him wishing he had a photographic memory. Wanting to engrave this image of you in his mind forever.

Your shirt falls to the floor, and your satin shorts do the same, revealing a pair of simple underwear underneath. If you were expecting company like this, then you probably would’ve worn a nicer pair, maybe one of your lacy ones. But Changbin couldn’t care less what kind of underwear you’re wearing; you look stunning nonetheless. You slowly crawl up the bed, until your face hovers over his. He pouts his lips, silently asking for another kiss, and as much as you want to give it to him, you want to hear him ask first.

“Use your words,” you say, but there’s nothing demanding about the way your speak, giving the instruction calmly and quietly.

“Can I please have another kiss?”

You nod once, kissing him again. This time the kiss is deeper, but still just as soft. Slowly, delicately, you place your hands against Changbin’s chest, running them downwards. And as your fingertips trace down Changbin’s torso, he’s sure that they’re made of electricity, for wherever they touch his skin tingles in a frenzy of static. It’s his new favourite thing, the way your touch ignites him in ways that nothing else ever has, or ever will be able to.

Your fingers reach the waistband of his sweatpants, and you toy with the drawstring. You want to draw this out, want to build up to the moment you finally touch him. Your lips never stop moving against his as you gradually, almost leisurely pull his sweatpants down. He raises his hips to help you, even aiding in gently kicking them off his ankles. His underwear remains on, just as yours still is, for now. Your lips move from his to his neck, placing soft pecks just under his jaw.

“Can I mark you?” you ask, breath fanning across his skin, and he’s in love with the feeling. He adores that you ask, that you take into consideration what he wants. He knows that that’s common courtesy, that everyone is expected to ask. But that doesn’t stop his heart from warming at the sound of your words.

He nods, mumbling a quiet “please” before you do just that, softly sucking on his skin. There’s no quickness to the way your lips move, no hurry in the way the marks form along the column of his throat and along his collarbones. The blemishes aren’t dark, they don’t need to be. It’s all about the pleasure of their creation, not necessarily what they represent. Ownership. You’re not trying to own him, to claim him as yours. You’re wanting to make him feel good, to make him feel as if he’s floating among the clouds. And it’s already working, you can tell from the happy sighs escaping his lips with every gentle suck of your own. You begin travelling lower and lower with each touch of your lips, no longer marking him.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper against his skin, and his face warms at the praise. Your lips don’t stop until they reach the waistband of his underwear, being blocked from kissing any more of him. Your slide your fingers under the edge of the clothing, looking up at him to make sure he’s okay with this. He nods slowly, almost pleadingly, and you smile at him. Just as slowly as you removed his sweatpants, you do the same with his underwear, watching the way his cock finally springs free from the confines of his clothes.

You lower your head again, and he watches the way you press kisses along his v-line. Normally he wouldn’t have the patience for this, he’d be begging you to touch him. But it’s you. And he could wait for hours and hours if he had to for you to finally touch him.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, so patient,” you mumble just loud enough for Changbin to hear you. Your eyes connect with his, and you smile at the way his eyes light up at the praise. “I think that earns you a treat.”

Another kiss, this time to the tip of his dick, and the way he sucks in a breath of air at the feeling is now one of your favourite sounds. But you know that his moans will sound even better. And you’re right, your ears finally being blessed with the sound of one of his moans when you finally take him into your mouth. You don’t take him all the way, just focusing your efforts on the head, but he doesn’t care how much of him you take. He’s just grateful that you’re even doing this, and if he wasn’t pinching himself right now, then he’d be sure that he’s dreaming. It feels too good, too heavenly to be real. But it is real.

You bob your head, movements slow, sensual, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, running along his slit. It’s divine, the taste of his precum hitting your tastebuds. It’s not normally a flavour you seek out, but right now you can think of nothing better. You look up, wide eyes looking into Changbin’s as you continue, movements never speeding up. You watch the way his hands clutch at the bedspread, trying to find something he can grip to keep himself grounded. He wants to get lost in the pleasure, but not too lost that he misses anything you’re doing.

You bring one of your hands up, linking your fingers together with his. His grip on your hand is tight, secure, and you know that this is the moment to do it. You take him all the way in, somehow managing to not gag in the process. His back arches, another moan escaping him. It’s still quiet, but he doesn’t have to be loud. You bob your head a few more times before pulling away, not wanting to get him too close to the edge just yet. You want to make him cum, but not in your mouth. You want to fuck him first. It’s not until you’re wiping the runaway spit from your chin that you finally register the throbbing between your own legs. But you’re distracted from that again when Changbin asks for yet another kiss. And who are you to say no?

You kiss him, sliding your tongue into his mouth to dance with his own. He groans at the taste of himself, absolutely loving it. You stand up, ridding yourself of your underwear before straddling Changbin again. You take him into your hand, not wanting him to go too long without pleasure. You line him up with your entrance, your dripping essence too much to ignore any longer.

The stretch stings as you slowly slide down onto his cock, and you know you should’ve done more to prep yourself. But you can’t bring yourself to care, especially with the way Changbin sighs so happily at finally being inside your walls. Tight, warm, it’s pure heaven as he fills you to the brim. You remain still for a moment, giving yourself time to adjust to his size. And not once does he complain. Not once does he ask you to move, too busy just letting himself feel you. Letting himself feel the way you clench around him, the way you completely envelop him.

“You’re so big, Binnie.”

Another nickname. Another nickname that makes him feel good. And the praise. He absolutely loves it.

You slowly lift your hips and drop back down just as slowly. Fast bounces are fun, they feel good, but nothing beats the sensuality of slow movements, of sweet, gentle sex. You set a slow pace, one that lets you both feel everything. You grab Changbin’s wrists, bringing his hands up and placing them on your breasts. He’s quick to swipe his thumbs over your nipples, rubbing over the perked nubs as your hips keep moving, bouncing and grinding unhurriedly. His head drops back, the pleasure he’s feeling making him unable to keep his eyes open. He tells himself that if something happened right now and he died, then he would die a happy man.

It feels so good, and he can already feel himself gradually approaching his release, and you can tell from the slight shaking of his thighs and the way his breathing picks up. You bring one of your hands to your clit, wanting to get yourself closer to that edge of ultimate pleasure. You rub languid circles against the bud, making you clench tighter around Changbin’s cock. His moans increase, not in volume but in frequency and pitch, and the sound is music to your ears. A song you could listen to forever.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Changbin says, his voice breathy. You lean down closer to him, whispering into his ear.

“You can cum in me.” You clench as you say the words, and that tips him over the edge, causing him to spill inside your walls. You bounce once, twice more before you cum as well, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You continue to grind against him, riding out your highs until the both of you come back down.

The room is filled with heavy breathing, and it’s several minutes before you climb off of Changbin. Your legs are jelly when you stand up, tired from riding him, but you don’t mind. You could deal with wobbly legs every day if it meant you got to make him feel good. You get dressed again, telling Changbin you’re going to go get you both a glass of water before doing just that. By the time you come back with the glasses, he’s redressed as well, sitting on the bed. He takes the one you hold out for him, gulping down the water.

“You’re welcome to stay the night, if you want,” you say before an awkward silence can fill the room. “It’s getting kinda late and that way I can help you with the case in the morning, seeing as that’s the whole reason you showed up.”

If sleeping with you was Changbin’s first mistake of the night, agreeing to stay was his second. Not that he regrets either choice, but he’s not sure exactly what it is that makes him say yes to staying overnight. Maybe it’s the way he feels about you, or maybe it’s just that he really does need advice on the case and it’s easier to stay than come back the next day. At least, the latter is what he keeps telling himself is the reason.

You offer him your bed, and you hope he accepts, but instead, he opts to sleep on the couch, not wanting to intrude on your already generous hospitality. And so, that’s what he does. He sleeps on the couch. You give him your cuddliest blanket to keep him warm, and one of your nicer pillows, wanting him at least to be as comfortable as possible. He finds the gesture sweet, and he smiles warmly at you before bidding you a good night. You sleep alone, but you’re comforted by the knowledge that he doesn’t regret what happened. At least, not enough to leave.

When Changbin awakes in the morning, it’s to the smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. He smiles at the aroma before eventually opening his eyes. He spots the files on the coffee table and is immediately reminded of what transpired the previous night. He can hear you humming a tune while you cook, and it only serves to further broaden his already wide smile.

He sits up, quickly stretching his tired body before standing. He walks towards the kitchen, leaning against a wall to quietly watch you as you gently dance around as you cook. There’s something he loves about seeing you like this, seeing you in your natural being, not being confined by the expectations of a professional work environment. Just watching you, he can tell that he really likes you, even more than he did before. He wouldn’t say it’s love, he doesn’t know you quite well enough for that yet, but maybe someday he can work up the courage to confess his feelings to you. Not today, but definitely someday. You spin around, jumping slightly when greeted with the sight of Changbin, his hair still dishevelled from sleep.

“Good morning,” you greet, a bright smile lighting up your face. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“I am.”

“Good, because you’re pancakes are…” you pause, grabbing one more pancake from the pan before sliding it onto one of the two plates, both already containing a stack each, “done. I don’t know what toppings you like, so I just grabbed out all the ones that I have, and figured I’d let you decorate your pancakes until your heart’s content.”

You hand him the plate as you finish speaking, gesturing to the other bench upon which sits numerous different toppings. There’s a small bag of mixed berries, chocolate, caramel and maple syrup, whipped cream, and even a tub of vanilla ice cream. He weighs up his options before coming to a decision, placing two extra-large scoops of ice cream on his pancakes along with a generous drizzle of chocolate syrup. He looks around for some cutlery, hoping to find some without having to go searching too far. But he’s out of luck, unable to see any anywhere on the kitchen bench.

“Knives and forks?” he asks, waiting for you to tell him which draw they’re in without having to go searching on his own.

“On the table,” you reply, pointing to the dining table where there's two places that have been set.

“Ah, which seat’s yours?” he asks, walking towards the table, plate of pancakes in hand.

“Either one, I’m not too fussed.”

With a nod of his head, Changbin chooses a seat and sits down, waiting patiently for you to put toppings on your own pancakes and also take a seat. Only when you start to eat does Changbin do the same. You both have idle chit-chat over breakfast, the small conversation flowing easily. The pancakes are delicious, and he’s sure to tell you that multiple times.

Once you both finish, Changbin offers to do the dishes as his thank you for making breakfast. You tell him he doesn’t have to, that you can just get to them later on in the day, but he insists, telling you it’s the least he can do after your kindness to him. Truth be told, you don’t like doing dishes, so it doesn’t take too much for him to persuade you into letting him do them for you.

You stay sitting at the table while he scrubs the dishes, watching his arm muscles as he does so. You can’t help but think to yourself that he truly is beautiful, a sculpture carved by the best of the best. He’s magnificent. You shake yourself from your wandering thoughts, reminding yourself that there’s a reason he stayed the night.

“You still wanting help with that case?”

“Yes, please. It’s due so soon and I’m sure I won’t meet the deadline without some help. So, if you’re willing to help then I will absolutely accept it.”

“Of course, once you’ve finished with those dishes then we can pick up where we left off last night,” you say, smiling softly. You can tell his mind goes straight back to the events that happened the night before because of the way his ears go red. It’s adorable, how just the thought of what happened has him flustered. He clears his throat, nodding quickly at your words and continuing to clean the dishes.

Once they’re done and dried, you both walk back over to the coffee table, each taking a seat on the couch. You gather some of the scattered files, sorting them out tidily. Changbin watches you move, happy to finally be getting some much-needed advice from his favourite co-worker.

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