#gonna test again in 2 and 4 days.
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dreamt i infiltrated some fortune 500 company owned by elon musk with no goal except to see how long i could work there without getting caught. told the manager "oh, can you help me out, i don't think you guys finished my onboarding yet" & he just set me up with my own account on their training modules without checking my ID. intermittently i kept remembering i have COVID and going "no wait i shouldnt be here" and then going "eh. it's an elon musk company. it's fine"
....GIRL???
your ETHICS?????
#dream me is constantly doing the most wildly unethical shit imaginable.#i tested negative today though!!!#gonna test again in 2 and 4 days.#coronavirus#dreams
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I finally got my period today 6 whole days late which is the latest I’ve ever been besides well you know. Once.
#I took 2 very clearly negative pregnancy tests in this time so I wasn’t really worried about that but the wait was still brutal#I’m very regular and the last two months have just been completely whack#when my thyroid was messed up I got one like 4 days late which was a symptom before it got diagnosed#I might need to check in there again#but like also last month was superrrr stressful and I got 2 way too close together#so I think my ETA was way too early on this one because it was based on the last cycle length yknow#so maybe being super later this month was actually just pushing it back in a normal range?#probably gonna give it another month to see if it just stays consistent again
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#Seven’s Public Diary#vent post#vent#cw vent post#cw vent#cw health#cw medical#cw medication#cw death#death mention#after nearly 2 weeks of unexplained pain and Symptoms and working myself up into the worst panic attack of my life#i finally caved and went to urgent care :)#it’s not lost on me that the same thing happened a little over a year ago. not bc of the same symptoms but it’s the same fear of dying#smthn smthn if i had a nickel smthn smthn weird that it happened twice. i rlly hope this doesn’t become a pattern#i can picture it now. every spring i walk in and they’re like ‘ugh it’s the neurotic hypochondriac with 4 anxiety disorders again 🙄#wonder what they think they’re dying of this time!’#sigh. anyways i’m fine. probably.#the consensus was ‘no you’re Probably not gonna have a stroke and die. you’re just Very stressed and in a lot of pain.’#got diagnosed with Stressed Guy Syndrome so now i take ✨painkillers✨ and ✨muscle relaxers✨ 🙃#they wanted me to take a steroid shot too but that felt like overkill. it’s also a big step for me to be willing to take anything at all#not bc i’m scared of getting a shot in the neck i’m just. scared of medication in general. the side effects. the potential for dependency.#it’s only for a week but i’m still uncomfy with it. but it Is nice to be in less pain. tho i have my doubts that it’ll help long term#time will tell. but i still can’t shake the fear of the tiny chance that it Could be more serious. but it’s not big enough for them to test#for it so. just gotta live with the fear. which in turn is making it hard to relax. which is what i’m supposed to be doing. so.#anyways. i Hope the meds work and i don’t end up back there next week spending More money and seeking more treatment#sighhhh i just can’t catch a break these days. it’s Always Something#at least the electricity and internet are back on after the tornado last week. and at least i’m not in much pain for now. silver linings.#sorry to everyone i’ve unintentionally ghosted but it’s been hard to think through the pain and now the meds are making me eepy#hopefully i’ll recover and recharge my social battery sooner than later. bc i do feel v bad abt it#and it’s So nice to sleep without much pain so i’m. taking advantage of that this week. Seven Try To Relax Challenge 2024
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maaaan
#okay so likekeoek ...#we came from 8 tests last week yea? and the literal next week we need to do 11 projects#and now im like#so so overwhelmed#also today was a horribleass day ..#1. i got test results and they were lower than i expected#2. i almost cried in front of the teacher and i got mad at my groupmates because they were unfair to our other grpmates and it sucked#3. because of number 2 i spoke back to the teacher abt it i think hes gonna talk to the group again and im ao fucking scared for when my#grpmates fimd out cause i'm sure they'll get mad but FUCK they were unfair#4. my cousin is so fucking annoying sometimes i get in a bad mood so easily and theyre like ugh she's so angry all the time STOP#5. i snapped at my classmate earlier and i tried to fuckigmgm hold back tears i cry so easily i domt know how to stop it#6. my fucking grpmates didmt come to practice for a rp project the practice was so unsuccessful and we are so so behind i kept telling#them to go on time go on time 12:20 meet me here BUT THEY WERE FUCKIMG WITH THEIR FRIENDS THOSE BITCHES ARE SO UNCOOPERATIVE LIKE#and when they arrived thr fuckng bell rang because their late asses who don't keep their promises ...#fml#avideas 🌻#tw rant
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me: constantly cracks jokes about how disabled/chronically-ill sickly i am
also me: surprised pikachu face when i get regular-illness-sick ontop of my usual-sick (as if im not suspected to be somewhere on the spectrum of immunocompromised) "this should be illegal"
#got a covid test: oncE AGAIN IM NEGATIVE BABY WOHOO THANK FUCK BC NOBODY THINKS ITD BE A GOOD IDEA IF I GOT COVID EVEN ONCE#BC MY LUCK WITH SICKNESS??? ID PROBABLY GET SOMETHING CHRONIC FROM IT FOREVERMORE AND MAYBE BE HOSPITALIZED AND ITD FUCK WITH MY DOCTORS#TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME PRE-HYPOTHETICAL-COVID WITH THE HYPOTHETICAL-COVID NOW MUDDYING THEIR VISION OF SHIT. YAAYYY#but also everytime i get sick?? i seriously get the worst versions of it just short of hospitalization (but still needing a doctor appt to#verify i dont need to be hospitalized). if im lucky? ''the worst'' will mean a cold everyone else in the house has for 2 days is one i will#have for like 4 and a half weeks or some shit. im lucky if the ''worst'' is length of time im sick. ill take that anytime over ''worst''#being worst symptoms omfg.. but yeah we think its just a cold rn and im on Day 1. and we know i caught it from my brother who is a prof#so. thank fuck it wasnt like a student gave him and then me covid or something. thatd fucking suck. but no its just a cold. thank god#wEAR YOUR MASKS TO CLASS#but yeah rn its just Heavy Head + runny nose + sore throat. so im okay. ill have to take another covid test in a few days tho bc docs#say to take it multiple times while youre sick UGGGHHH whatever its fiiinneeee i just wish more people wore their masks bc like??#im already nigh-agoraphobic by nature of disability. like. please wear your masks so you dont get me sick since im not gonna get me sick#bc now i got all my usual sickliness (cough + nausea + temp dysregulation + migraines + pain+ etc) AND ALSO this shit (heavy head +#runny nose + sore throat) like??? cool im like ×500 more miserable than any able-bodied person with a cold you guys tHANKS A LOT 🥺😭💀#me
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This has got to be the worst move out yet
#packing perils#student living#Uni shenanigans#ace is a mess#oh my god. okay so we start on Tuesday ive been gradually moving my stuff over to my friends house#cus were moving in together in September and shes staying in her place over the summer so well have everything in one place to move in#so take some stuff over to hers on tuesday before her shift then we walk to work together i collect her keys and say bye#go back to mine pack up some more stuff warned her i planned on doing 2 trips while she was working so start figuring out whats going#end up with two tote bags a crate a box and a large bag of boxes decide ill take the heavier tote bag and the box on the first trip#as i cant really carry much else with the box due to its awkward size even though its not particularly heavy and cut through the park to#shave off some time feel pretty good when i get there it wasnt unbareable esp after Saturday when carrying 4 heavy shopping bags ended up#covering me in bruises and scratches and messing my back shoulder and neck up so i feel like underestimated myself on this trip and like i#can take everything on the next trip well its already late in the day cus my mate does evening shift so by time i get back its half 9 so i#decide to cut through the park again to save time but the large shopping bag with my saucepans casserole dish etc is difficult to carry due#to how bulky it is and the crate tho it has handles is also unwieldy so my arms are being bruised and scratched up i cant waste time carryin#everything back home just to put one thing down at this point but im considering putting the biggest bag down in some overgrown plants in#the park speeding to my mates and coming back for it its a stupid and risky idea but its getting dark the sun is almost completely set and#no matter how often i rest i just cant manage it and my damn brain starts worrying about being murdered so i ditch the bag and i can move#much quicker now so rush to my mates and rush back reassure her as im leaving hers that i am bringin her keys back its just after 11 at this#point cus its over 35 minutes to get to hers i get back to the park in just over 20 my bag is still there! and i dont get attacked get my#stuff to her room then hustle to get to her job before she finishes at 12 get there a few minutes to spare shes not ready to go yet anyway#she tells me shes not comfortable with me walking back in the dark i should stay at hers i cant ive got an assignment so she says shes#walking me to mine then going to her boyfriends 5 mins down the road get back to mine shower have dinner and crank out my Wednesday 4pm#assignment by 7am go to bed get about 2 hours sleep before tge fire alarm is tested and then ive got to be up for a meeting with our new#landlord anyway and ofc its raining come back from our meeting grab food and start packing up some more sht get buses over to hers this time#together come back pack some more hope the rain dies down a bit but it doesnt look like its stopping and i somehow fcked my foot carrying#stuff earlier so she texts a coworker asking if they can pick us up they agree so organise a few more things but then a puddle causes their#car to break down the next bus is in over half hour so mate decides shes gonna run to her boyfriends to charge her phone while we wait for#the next bus to be due while shes gone i finish sorting things she then calls asks me to book a taxi cus the rain has only gotten worse when#taxi arrives realise that student accom is basically flooded deciding what to do while at hers cus the weather is unbareable she goes to get
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NEEDY MIGUEL
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader
Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, brief mentions of sex, oral sex.
AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.
PART 2 PART3 PART 4 (final soon)
Needy Miguel that comes home tired of another day at the spider society, dealing with more than he can take on.
Needy Miguel that feels the weight of the multiverse on his shoulders and feels empty inside when he opens the door of his room and nobody is there to greet him and comfort him.
Needy Miguel that drags his feet to bed exhausted, disengages his suit and lays flat naked on the bed, his body drained of energy.
Needy Miguel that tries to drift off to sleep but thoughts of you earlier on the day when you were together on a mission start invading his head, making him hot and bothered.
Needy Miguel that even though he’s tired and he know he’ll regret this in the morning gives his already hard cock a couple of testing tugs and immediately moans and squeezes his throbbing member at the thought of how good the curve of your ass looks in your spider suit.
Needy Miguel that dry fucks his fist angrily out of frustration of not having anyone that can satisfy him, not having a warm body against his, at the frustration of not being able to tell you how he feels about you, about not having the opportunity of fucking your sweet cunt instead of his own fist like every other day when he finds himself at this exact same situation.
Needy Miguel that stitches his eyebrows together as he thinks about how your moans would sound probably like heaven as he fucks you senseless, picturing your legs spreading out for him, your inner thighs full of bruises that he left after eating you out and making you come on his tongue at least 3 times before he buried his fat cock deep inside you.
Needy Miguel that decides to finally reach out for the lube and drip down some drops, moaning and arching his back at the sensation of the cold substance against his hot head.
Needy Miguel that likes to edge himself, likes to fuck his fist fast to then slow down and just rub his thumb against the underside of his weeping swollen red tip making his legs shiver and whimper in need.
Needy Miguel that plays with his balls with his free hand, pulls them down, kneads at them, stretches them and brings them together as he feels a sweet relief from that.
Needy Miguel that changes positions in bed and closes his eyes, resting his feet flat on the bed to meet each violent and fast tug of his hand with a thrust of his hips as a loud groan erupts from his chest and resonates all over his penthouse.
Needy Miguel that was too tired to even notice that when he threw his gizmo next to him in bed, he accidentally called you, the live feed option turning on, making you witness everything; hearing each moan and sweet sound he made, praising your name over and over again until finally loads and loads of thick cum ran down his knuckles when he met his release.
Fair for me to say you’re gonna probably have an interesting chat with him tomorrow.
AN: This is my first post writing smut for Miguel, I had a revelation about him after I woke up knowing that I dreamed about him but sadly I don’t remember what it was about 😭😭
Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!
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Sick - a Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summery - Nick and Matt are sick with Covid and you offer to come and help take care of them.
*fluff, like…pure fluff*
It’s Tuesday Night and you get a call from your boyfriend Matt letting you know he tested positive for covid, Your first reaction was to ask if he need anything medicine, soup, water. He had stated that he and the boys were fine without it and that you should stay home and rest but you insisted. So ending the call you decided to head over to him and his brothers home to help take care of all three of them.
Before heading to the house you decided to run to your local grocery store and grab a few things for the soup you’d be making and also a box of tea.
Once you checked out you started making your way to the house.
Once you arrived you knocked on the door urgently and saw Chris, you urgently pulled a mask over your face
“Yo! I’m good, i don’t have Covid…” he said
“ohhh oh my god, i thought all of yall were sick as fuck” you stated with a sigh of relief
“where are Matt and Nick?” you asked with a sense of panic
“they are both locked away in their rooms..i wouldn’t let them contaminate you” he laughed
“I don’t think it would matter hence i put myself in this situation. Wanna help me cook?” you ask Chris hoping he’d say no remembering his cooking history
“uhhhh im not sure you want that..” Chris replied
“you know what! you’re right” you replied rushing over to the stove
You put everything down on the counters before rushing around the corner hall to Matt’s room. Knocking on the door you say “Matt, are you hungry? How’re you feeling?” then listening in for a response you hear counting..
“1..2..3..4..5” Matt counts..
You call again “Matt?!”
Matthew then hurriedly opens the door wearing a mask he then says “what’re you doing here..? you’re gonna get sick! go home!” he rushing griefs to shut the door.. but your foot’s in between the hinges “i wanted to come and take care of you guys i know you guys don’t really know how to do that yourself.., have you even had any medicine..?” you ask worriedly “yea..” Matt looks around suspiciously “well no..but still i don’t want you getting sick, you should go home, coming here was sweet though i really appreciate you thinking of us honestly” he replies expecting you to leave which you do.. but not the house
Time to cook..
You grab all your ingredients and start making the soup. Onion, Celery, Garlic, Carrots, Noodles, etc.. once everything is cooking you decide to throw on a movie within the same time in which Chris decides to come up stairs from the ground floor… “sooo like, I know i’m not sick but that smells oh so yummy” he says in a weird yet entertaining voice “can i please have some too?” he begs. You look at him funny and reply “I mean.. i guess i’m trying to make enough so that there’s at least enough for two days..” he then notices the TV and asks “what is this? saltburn or some shit?” you look at him in disgust “No. it’s The Turning” you say matter of factly. “what is it about” he asks, “i don’t know for real, just some indie horror film” you tell, “oh alright well please let me know first when the food is done” he pleads. “whatever.” you say.
One the food is done you call up the guys one by one to grab a bowl. First Chris cause he asked so kindly, then Nick.. Once Nick comes down he seems fine, Then he starts coughing a lot, causing you to worry and offer him tea. He politely declines claiming to not enjoy tea that much. He then heads back upstairs and Matt comes out of his room after 5 minutes..
“Hey, I really appreciate you coming here and treating me and my brothers so sweet.. i was on the phone with my mom and she really thanks you because she can’t be here to do these things for us” he says lovingly smiling up at you with his cute little red nose from blowing it all day. “no problem, i love you guys a lot. you especially, so i have no problem with probably leaving here sick just to make sure you guys are ok” you reply. Matt them comes behind you whilst you’re stirring the soup on the low heat and gives your back a nice firm hug. “I love you” he says. At first you’re very caught off guard because that’s the first time he’s spoken those three words to you.. but coming to your senses you immediately respond “i love you too, Matt” in to which he smiles in the crook of your neck and kisses it. You turn and hug him back.
“Want some soup or tea?” you ask politely. “Sure, i’ll have some tea” he responds thankfully. “i already had food like a few hours ago. thank you though.” he adds. You pop a Peppermint tea in the keurig and he sits at the table. “i’m glad you’re here, i feel like i’ve been going crazy locked in my room all day.” he speaks. “I was counting my steps as i paced my room earlier because my apple watch felt i was being ‘lazy’ even though i’m quite frankly sick as all hell” he adds.. “hahaha yea i heard that, i was so confused” you reply coming in for a kiss in which he hesitates “i don’t wanna risk your chance of getting more sick” he states in to which you reply “the sickness is airborne, love. if im gonna get sick it’s gonna happen regardless. i’ve already stepped in the house.” leaning in you kiss his lips. The keurig finishes and you mix a little bit of honey in his mug and hand him the cup.
Nearing the end of the night you and Matt head into his room to relax, figuring you’d already be sick Matt invites you to stay the night knowing it shouldn’t get any worse from here unless you go home where your family lives. You both decide to watch a movie, Matt begging you to help him finish saltburn stating he was bored with it in the first 20 minutes. You oblige only to regret it seeing he’s only watched a small portion of the ‘weird’ movie, however you continue watching just to keep him company and watch him fall asleep comfortably in your arms...
The End :)
a/n: idk how i feel about the end of this.. but you know what, its my first and i’ll only get better as i keep going.. :)) THANKS FOR READING!
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo headcanon#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matt sturniolo imagine#matthew sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo imagine#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut
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Jumping on the bandwagon woo-hoo
no spam reblog or spam comment ;P
For every 100 reblogs I'll drink another bottle of water
Update: Ive drank almost 2 whole water bottles in the last 3 days which isn't much proportionally but for one, I'd probably not even drink one if it wasn't for the internet critters in my phone telling me to and also, yk, thats alot of water compared to my last few weeks getting all my fluids from food
10 reblogs: Go to bed before midnight tonight
50 reblogs: I'll make my bed in the mornings for a week
Update: I found out that my bed being made kinda stresses me out for some reason, it's just so neat I get scared, and so instead I am putting away 3 pieces of clothing that have been clean for months and i just haven't touched every morning :D
75 reblogs: I'll work on getting accommodations for my autism at school
Update: I don't have the required "proof of diagnosis" and I'd have to wait 2 years or so to get it and I won't be in school anymore at that point, so I'm working with my counselors to see what they can do aside from official autism accommodations
125 reblogs: I'll work in upping my failing grade in math
Update: Math test retake on the 12tg, wish me luck!
150 reblogs: I'll work on my dopamine addiction and get help
Update: Hooooooly shit addictions are hard. I'm going to start a timer for time between uses of YouTube shorts or Instagram reels in an effort to reduce my need for instant gratification and try to replace every time I pick my phone up with drawing or reading or talking to people around me.
200 reblogs: I'll post my art that I've been self conscious about posting
Update: I am really happy for this, it's finally an excuse for me to make myself post my art :D it's probably gonna be 1-2 drawings per post with a little background with each :3
300k reblogs: I'll start cleaning up my room
400k reblogs: I'll clean out my bag (God pls don't get to 400 yall T T)
500: I'll get sharp objects out of my room
1k reblogs: I'll be really happy :0
Edit; Added more goals
2k reblogs: I'll start streaming on twitch again!!!
3k reblogs: I'll empty out my drafts
5k: I come out as trans to my parents (I don't know if they're transphobic so to speak, but they are of the mindset that "do whatever you want once you're out of our house but until then you are our kid" but I wanna be like um no actually-)
5.5k: I come out as trans to my non-transphobic grandma
6k: I come out as trans to my transphobic grandma
Edit 2; Yo same picture of the earth reblogged me?!? the picverse found this?!?! that's insane xd
Edit 4; I added some coming out goals because I'm not gonna do it if I don't have the pressure from hundreds of little things in my phone cheering me on xd
Pinging moots so there's at least a small chance of any of these happening xd
@calimewzz @annotated-catastrophe @glitched-out-dusk @life-is-okay-rn
#now I can blame my personal failures on a lack of internet fame#instead of my own inability to function properly#>:D
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What to look for when making Long Hair for Dolls - The Differences in 100% Acrylic Yarns
Hey lovely doll peeps, hope you're having a good day! So over in the Dollblr community here on Tumblr, some people had some questions regarding making doll hair out of acrylic yarn. So I took some time to grab some yarn from my stash and lay out what I know about working with it. It was helpful there, so now I'm copying the post over here so you all can enjoy it and use its knowledge for your own doll needs. That said, if you're interested in the Dollbllr community, go reach out to @plasma-packin-peep/@peepersponies to see about getting an invite. It's a really sweet group of people from what I've experienced so far. <3
Let me give you a quick summary of about five years worth of learning to work with this material.
Welcome to my desk! Before you are five different yarns from my stash. All of these are 100% acrylic. As you can see, acrylic yarn comes in a wide variety of sizes and softness, and while I can do the same things to all of them, they will behave slightly differently. My favorites of this bunch are the Yarn Bee True Colors and the Charisma. Yarn Bee is the native brand to Hobby Lobby, and Charisma I've found at Michaels. Loops & Threads and Hometown, which aren't pictured here, other brands I've enjoyed working with in their thicker fiber variants, also over at Michaels.
The common wisdom in the doll community is that you use 100% acrylic because it's a synthetic fiber that can handle heat. That means it can handle a flat iron or curling wand without melting, which is what makes it look similar to real human hair on this scale. I haven't tested a ton in the way of other fibers. But one of my dolls, Sass here, uses a combination of 100% acrylic yarn and a yarn that's part acrylic, part nylon, and I wanna say part spandex? It's been like 4 years since I made this guy, and that yarn's label is lost, but you can see that the nylon yarn sticks out a little. It doesn't flat iron nicely into a fluffy, realistic hair, it's more stringy. So useful to know if you want that look!
So here's what we're going to do. I've taken all of the yarns pictured and taken them apart to show you how much fiber I lose on an average yarn prep. I'm gonna show you what that looks like from left to right. My method is to cut my yarn, unravel each strand by hand, then take a wire pet brush to it to smooth it out. Instead of tying my yarn to a hanger or hoop, I hold it in my hand, brush through the yarn gently until I'm halfway through, then flip it and go after it from the other side. This is good for ensuring that my length is preserved. Whatever fiber gets stuck in the pet brush, I then take out, mush together, and brush through again so that I have more yarn hair to work with. After that, I will take a flat iron to it and then brush through one more time, but I'm not showing those last two steps here. That said, sometimes flat ironing does lead to losing more fiber, so that is something to consider.
Let's start with that big chonker. This is also a Yarn Bee yarn, and it's probably ideal for an easy time getting your hair unraveled. I have yet to use this one on a doll, truth be told I got it on clearance and haven't figured out who the color would suit. It's very easy to pull apart and work with, and as you can see, it retains a lot of its length.
Next is the True Colors. This stuff is so soft, which is why it's my preference, and while it can be easy to tear apart, you can still retain a lot of length if you're gentle. Like look at the far right, that's all the fiber I took out of the pet brush and mushed back together. It's still a pretty sizable amount of yarn fiber to work with!
The Charisma is a similar story. Something you've probably noticed is that not all yarns have the same amount of strands when pulled apart. I tend to see 2 to 4 on average when I'm prepping yarn. This is a two strander, and once again, it's soft and delightful. Highly recommend going to a physical store and touching your yarn before your buy it. The softer stuff is my preference given how much I'm holding and touching it.
This yarn from Mainstay I got on clearance at Walmart, and it's actually quite soft to the touch! As you can see, our strands are getting thinner here, which is harder to unravel with your fingers. I loose a lot of length when brushing through yarn like this, and it's hard to mush the fibers back together. Yarn like this is incredibly common, and I'll be honest, I don't love working with it. ^^''' But it may be perfect for your project needs! All depends on what you want in a yarn. If you're looking to give a doll a wavy/curled hair without having to curl it yourself, just unraveling and plugging a lot of these in might be for you!
I don't remember where this seafoam green yarn came from, but I think it might be yarn marketed for making baby clothes. It's very thin, and it knots a little at the ends when you unravel it, which is frustrating. I managed to preserve and reconstruct pretty well with this fiber, but the amount of hassle it takes to get through this for a full head of doll hair is very aaaahhh. Like I said, maybe this works for your project. I tend to save this kind of yarn for stuff like accents rather than the main hair color, just because it takes so long to work with.
And there you have it! Those are my notes about brushing out doll hair! As a quick aside, you don't have to brush out yarn in order for it to be beautiful. Sometimes I like to only unravel it and use it that way, like with my recent fairy doll here. She uses a blend of two True Colors yarns and I wanna say a Charisma for the white. There's even a pink and white yarn in here that I didn't brush out, I just boiled and then froze it around a foam curler and threw it in for more texture, though it's a bit tough to spot in this photo.
At the end of the day, you can use just about any acrylic yarn for your project, the question is really what are you willing to put up with. I know myself, I know that I can put on a movie or chat with friends as I'm unraveling a thicker fiber yarn and then brush it out another time and have it be tolerable. That works for me. As you can see, a staple of my dolls is having really long, soft yarn hair, so it makes sense that this is what I gravitate towards. XD
But maybe you want something different out of your yarn experience. That's fine too! The best thing you can do is experiment to see what you like. Do what makes you happy! There is no wrong way to customize your dolls (so long as you're not putting yourself or others in danger). Go have fun, be kind to yourself, and be safe in handling your materials. And of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask! I've been customizing since November of 2018, and I love chatting about this art form. To my beginners especially, there is no such thing as a stupid question, don't be afraid to ask for help if you're unsure of where to go.
Here's wishing you all a wonderful day, and happy customizing! <3
#dollblr#doll customs#doll hair#yarn hair#100% acrylic yarn#doll customization#doll customizing#doll repaints#monster high custom#monster high repaints
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Ride 796: The strongest cheer!!
Pag 1
4: You're coming soon, huh, Onoda?
Pag 2
1: Beyond the
Pag 3
1: “peak of their limits”!!
Pag 4
1: Here at the point of 300m left until the mountain stage line!! Gaha!!
3: I think I've seen him before, that huge guy there
That's Tadokoro! He was a third year when Sohoku won two years ago!
Ahh... the one who won the green bib!
4: Oh, it's you?
Did you see that?
5: Tadokoro Jin
6: Any time now!! They're almost here, I can feel it on my skin
Pag 5
1: The wave of cheers is getting closer with huge pressure!!
3: The two people in the lead are passing the 500m left point, and Manami is accelerating!! And he's getting a little ahead!!
Pag 6
1: They passed the 400m left mark!!
Gooo Kanagawa!!
Sohoku is being left behind!!
Pag 7
1: Hakogaku's Manami accelerated!!
2: I'm hanging up, Toudou!!
4: This is the most difficult distance
What are you gonna do, Onoda? You're being left behind!!
Come on up
If you don't catch up now, it's over!!
5: It's you, can do it, right, Onoda!?
Pag 8
1: Turn your legs, Onoda!!
Persist, Onoda!!
3: “The right way”....
4: “The right way of life”, where does it lead? I don't know...
Pag 9
1: You're wondering who I came to cheer on this Inter High first day with!? Here in Kyuusu
2: It's Toudou!! The former climber of Hakone Academy1?
3: After graduating from Sohoku, I failed the entrance test for Meisou, so I enrolled in Tsukushiba University
But it didn't have a bicycle racing team
4: As I was going through hell, he appeared right before my eyes
5: It was Toudou!!
Pff, he hanged up, that Tadokoro Jin
6: He was in the same university, and moreover he was already founding the bicycle racing team himself!!
Pag 10
1: Thanks to him I could come back to the world of racing!!
2: And then this year, that Izumida who I raced against at the Inter High when I was a third year, enrolled in the same university as a first year!!
3: I don't get it
4: It's unpredictable!!
Pag 11
1: So you too, line up to Manami, and then pass him!!
2: After all you're the first one who “doesn't know the right way of life”!!
3: Kinjou said it, you're the “element of surprise”!!
The strongest beginner!!
4: You joined the club with Naruko, and you were an humble and little guy
5: I asked Imaizumi after that
Pag 12
1: And apparently you were planning on joining the anime research club!!
What a course of events!!
2: You received your road bike while running in the first years' race
Kinjou pushed your back
3: You caught up to Naruko and Imaizumi and then you surpassed Imaizumi at the mountain's peak
4: Honestly, I thought you would stop soon...
What's with this guy...
What's his driving force when runing
He didn't win, but he didn't lose either
I was interested
5: You became a Inter High member, and on the first day... and you caught up to us after falling from your bike
You pulled the team and supported Makishima during the mountain stage
Pag 13
1: And then, on the second day....
My condition was bad and I couldn't move, and you waited for me
2: I came to help you, Tadokoro-san
We'll definitely catch up
What are you doing
Go back right now
No... I...
3: You took me and ran
Do you mind if we pass that guy?
Well, yeah but... how do we pass him?
Can you please match with me and say “princess”?
Pag 14
1: Princess princess princess!!
You sang a weird song
Because you, you're the princess!
One by one we passed the guys ahead
And then, carrying me with your little body
I'm so grateful to you I can't say it enough
I didn't think I would see those jerseys again with my own eyes
We're back, team Sohoku!!
you brought me back to the team!!
Pag 15
1: And then Onoda....
3: The jersey we entrusted to him, our dream
4: he delivered them to the finish line!!
Pag 16
1: That's why I came here!!
2: Are you going to pass on the first day's mountain stage? Since you're a sprinter. I think Manami and Glasses-kun are going to race
Huh!? Onoda!? Onoda will run!?
Then I'l deeefinitely come!!
Huh, is that so
3: Onoda!!
4: Deliver it!!
6: Since I couldn't do it last year!! I'll give it to you, third year and captain!! I'll give my all so that these loud cheer don't drown me out!!
Pag 17
1: I'll sing!!
Lovely chance pettanko-chan!! ♪
Huh, he's singing!?
What!? He scared me
Pag 18
2: He's suddenly singing an anime song?
Huh
What's that
3: Even with a spell to grow bigger ♪
Onoda
4: Can you hear this song?
If you can hear it
Hn hn hn ♪
5: A princess is a princess ♪
Come up, Onoda!!
Pag 20
1: You're the princess♪
Pag 23
1: Manami and Onoda came and they're neck and neck!!
Onoda is catching up!!
Mountain King..!!
Amazing!!
2: There are 300m left and they're neck and neck again!!
Pag 24
1: A princess is a princess, that's who she is!! ♪
Onodaa!!
3: Ah, Tadokoro-san
4: Princess princess ♪
It's him
Pag 25
1: I thought I heard it wrong
Pag 26
1: Thank you so much!!
2: Onoda...!!
3: The right way is interesting
He really did it!!
4: You're struggling, having a tough time, yet your shape changes as you move forward
Pag 27
1: We're headed to a future I never imagined!!
Give it your all!!
2: Onodaa!!
3: Yes!!
#yowamushi pedal#yowamushi pedal translations#yowapeda#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#ride 796#asgahdjfasakgfj WHAT A CHAPTER#half of it was a review of the first ih but man im so happy to see tadokoro!#and he came with toudou??? asjdhlashfa this is making me laugh so much you have no idea#AND HE SINGS TO CHEER FOR ONODA#the way i couldnt stop laughing while translating i swear#hime hime the real mvp of the whole manga#he sings is so seriously too#ridiculous i adore this manga with my whole heart and soul#also i always thought manami would win tbh#BUT#how could onoda lose now that tadokoro sang hime hime for him!!#the power of that song is too strong#toudou now its your turn. sing for manami asdhgkashfajf
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Rui mizuki’s lines from Tokyo debunker if you haven’t yet PLEASE I will love you for all eternity
They’re edging me with the rui crumbs every chapter I can’t take it anymore
One flirty reaper coming right up!! And by right up i mean almost a week after you asked hhahaha
BUT YEAH WE DO GET A LITTLE OF HIM HERE AND THERE i wonder why he pops up so much. Especially for someone who allegedly tries not to be around other people much due to his deadly touch? Kinda sus--
also this is the first time i've posted all of someone's lines! not that i don't always end up posting 95% of them anyway, but for some reason some of Rui's were ordered weird(they're normally not entirely in order but they're usually sectioned properly, but for some reason one of his affinity chats was way in the wrong place) and I ended up closely paying attention to which one i was looking at and before i knew it i posted all of them lmao. . . .
Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)
"{PC}, hey! Here's to another day vibing our way through curse twin life!"
You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)
"Huh? Did you know you've got unread messages? Oh, that's why you've been leaving me on delivered! Ahaha!"
no that's just because my adhd makes me hyperfocus on things and it refuses to allow me to attempt to allot attention or energy to things it deems me not having enough attention span or energy or time for and i'm sorry--
Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)
"Aw c'mon Ed, again? Why does he always leave his socks on the floor... It's actually exhausting picking up after him all the time..."
lazy sloppy vampire lol
"You look kind of tired {PC}, you doing okay? Why don't you stop by the bar later? I can be your shoulder to cry on."
"Hey! You on break now? If you're super nice and you're gonna come chill with me now, put your hands up!"
"{PC}...were you just checking me out? Hey, it's all good, don't be embarrassed!"
"Oof, Ed popped out of nowhere so I accidentally touched him and he died again. Now I have to carry him all the way back to the dorm..."
i love the face he makes when he says this lmao like he is so tired of Ed's carelessness!
Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)
"{PC}! Did you come here to see me first thing? No way! You just made my day!"
Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Aw c'mon, Ed, what are you doing sleeping out here? Didn't you just take a nap, old man? You're gonna catch a cold!"
Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Oh hey, it's {PC}! Can't believe I ran into you here, so random! Guess we've gotta go on a date now, huh? It's like, written in the stars!"
i love flirty characters like rui lolol just. there's always More Going On there. and Rui starts off with More right off the bat.
Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)
"I can touch the plants as long as I have gloves on! I mean yeah, I'm pretty sure the same goes for people, but don't you think it'd be scary to test it out?"
Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Come swing by the bar later! I'd rather watch a pretty face like yours while I work instead of a bunch of drunk guys."
Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"What? Ed was praising my good looks? I mean he's right, right? People always tell me my face is my only redeeming feature!"
but rui works so hard!? who's saying that!!
Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Oh sorry, I don't do the whole class thing! You go, I'm all good here!"
Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Ouch! Aw man, that rose thorn just scratched my arm... Wait, nooo! My rose bushes are wilting!!"
it's so easy for him to accidentally kill anything lmaoooo
Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Are you out here by yourself, {PC}? Isn't that like not super dangerous? ...Wait, did that make sense? Whatever, let me walk you back!"
Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Sorry! A drunk customer broke a glass, so I'm cleaning it up! Everyone's a little pent-up lately, I guess."
Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)
"Watering plants in the AM is such a mood lift, right? Whoa, everything's blooming like crazy out here! Better get my pruning shears."
it's a testament to how well he takes care of these plants that they grow super well in permanently-night Obscuary, i think. 8'D
Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Huh? Look, you've got loose threads on your uniform. Give it to me, I'll fix it for you!"
Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Hey, {PC}, did you eat yet? My door's always open! You can just stay the night after!"
damn already inviting you to stay over at affinity 13--just don't share the bed, you'll wake up super dead
Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)
"(yawn) Wow, I am dead tired... but I've gotta take a shower, make breakfast, and do the laundry before those two sleepyheads get up."
it takes a real man to be a single mother. . . .
Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)
"Oh hey, what's your poison? Wait, I mean, morning! Man, I tried to take my friend's drink order when we were hanging out yesterday too, occupational hazard I guess."
Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)
"A mission? I'm good, thanks though! Oh hey, you should invite Lyca! He'd totally be into that!"
Lyca also probably needs them to pass the grade lol
Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)
"No way, look at the time! Wish I could keep listening to you talk... Wanna stay over?"
Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Oh man, I'm sorry! I'm closing early, I've got plans with a friend tonight. It'd be awesome if you could come by tomorrow!"
Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Congrats on making it through another day, {PC}! I seriously admire you for working so hard. You're not doing this all for me, are you?"
Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)
"Morning! Whoa, you wanna help me with the housework, {PC}? It's all good, thanks though! The thought's more than enough for me."
c'mon, refusing help at affinity 20? let the pc be your little helper at least!
Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Obscuary looks like it'd be full of downers, but it's actually pretty lively in there, right? Not gonna lie, I def prefer it that way."
Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Lyca's an open book, but the flip side is he says the darndest things... I feel like watching him is bad for my heart..."
he talks so much about his teammates, he really is such a mom. . . .
Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)
"My eyes are red? Huh, that's weird... Oh yeah, I was cutting onions just now when I was preparing the appetizers for the bar!"
. . .idk this is pretty high affinity. . .you were crying about something weren't you rui. . .or romeo paid you in weed and you were getting tweaked up in the back of the bar
Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Oh, don't worry about me, I always sleep late! I'm down to chat till you drift off to dreamland."
Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)
"Sometimes I wish I could've met you as a regular guy. I guess you wouldn't have given me the time of day if I had though, ahaha."
is it just me or. . .does it feel like he gets a little more distant as his affinity gets higher? like after affinity 17 it feels like he gets a little less flirty and a little more at arms length. . .like he knows his feelings are getting so strong that he might not be able to resist touching you, but he's too scared to do it even with the gloves on. . .so he tries to keep you a little further away. . .and then he admits it, he wishes he could be with you like a normal person, but if he were just some flirt in the street none of this would have ever happened. Poor Rui, he's cursed to be beloved but unable to give love how he wants in return.
Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)
"Oh man, so nice... The weather's like perfect this time of year, right? Wish we could just chill like this forever."
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Man, you wouldn't even know it was spring with how bleak it is in Obscuary! Aren't there any cuter anomalous plants out there?"
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"I feel like Ed's getting more senile every day... Maybe I should confiscate his tablet."
(between 8pm and 5am)
"So, what do you think of my spring-inspired cocktail? Almost as cute as you, right? I'm gonna add it to the menu!"
Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)
"C'mon! It's summer, how can the sun never rise in Obscuary!? I wanna get a tan!"
(between 11am and 4pm)
"It's not summer if you don't hit the beach! I used to go all the time back when I surfed. And then I'd pick up girls on my way home... Just kidding, I promise!"
why 'just kidding' lolol you're not together! this relationship is not monogamous even if you were!
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Ta-da! I've got sparklers! Fireworks are fun and all, but there's something special about holding a light that only sparkles for a hot moment."
(between 8pm and 5am)
"It's so hot out, I bet the bar's gonna be a ghost town... Guess I'll send Harurin and Romi a PR message!"
reaching out to the local population of alcoholic ghouls to remind them to give him business lol
Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)
"There's so many dead leaves this time of year, it's a nightmare keeping on top of them! But you can use them to make a fire and roast stuff. Gotta look on the brights!"
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Hey {PC}, when are you free? I have a date idea for us—a romantic walk to admire the fall leaves! I'll pack us a lunch!"
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Oh damn! You look so cute all bundled up like that, {PC}! We've gotta take a selfie together!"
direct contrast to romeo who sees you in winterwear and calls you a fat slug kekw
(between 8pm and 5am)
"That piano anomaly makes the soundtrack for the bar! The song picks really tug at the heartstrings, right?"
Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)
"You're a little late today, huh? If you can't get up in the cold, I could be your alarm!"
just gotta be really loud since he'd be too afraid to touch you awake, since he actually wants you to y'know wake up--
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Oh man, how is Lyca so full of energy when it's this cold? You should take him to Frostheim and see if he runs around in the snow like a puppy."
rui pointing at lyca: that dog is my son please take care of him
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Nothing like winter to make you miss the warmth of human touch... Oh, I'm good! Just getting to talk like this is all I need!"
BBY WE ARE ALL BUNDLED UP. YOU CAN HUG YOU'VE BOTH PROBABLY GOT ON AT LEAST TWO LAYERS JUST DON'T TOUCH FACES.
(between 8pm and 5am)
"Here, this Rui-original hot cocktail will warm you up! I'll blow on it for you, free of charge!"
is this the next step after gamer bathwater. host club host breath.
His birthday: (March 14th)
"Yeah, it's my birthday today! Oh damn, you're gonna celebrate it with me!? No way, I'm like, super touched right now!!"
Your birthday:
"{PC}... Happy birthday!! C'mon, birthday girl, sit down and chill out! This is your day, you should take it easy!"
New Years: (January 1st)
"Happy New Year! Want to start the year off on a high and come on a shrine date with me?"
Valentine's Day: (February 14th)
"Oh damn, are these for me? My heart! Is this your way of professing your love to me? Do I have a shot here?"
White Day: (March 14th)
"Ta-da! Happy White Day! This is for you! What's inside? You've gotta open it and find out!"
April Fool's Day: (April 1st)
"Guess what!? I finally broke my curse! Let's hold hands... just kidding! April Fools!"
this feels more like a joke on him than on you. . .a mean one at that lol
Halloween: (October 31st)
"Happy happy happy Halloween!! Trick or treat! Obviously I'm picking trick, ahaha!"
Christmas: (December 25th)
"Merry Christmas, {PC}! Oh man, I must be like, super blessed to get to spend it with you!"
Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)
"Hey, hey, hey! We finally get to spend some time together, it's illegal to take your eyes off me!"
(13 affinity and above)
"{PC}? You seem kind of busy, guess I'll take this chance to get some work done…"
Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)
"{PC}, you're back! I was worried you'd forgotten about me!!"
he's so flirty and clingy, but also he can't be clingy because he's scared you'll die if he touches you, even if he's wearing gloves. . .also surely your curse would cancel out his? Then again I'm sure a reaper i stronger than any other [living] anomaly out there. . . .
but. yeah. rui's a darling haha he just. he's another one of the 'i just wanna be a regular person, i wanna go back to normal' characters whose desire to just be a guy makes him special in a more fantastical world. i'm really looking forward to seeing the Obscuary chapter--probably like a month away, right? 'u'
#tokyo debunker#rui mizuki#danie yells answers#danie yells with anons#danie yells at tokyo debunker#tokyo debunker spoilers#datamining cw#why am i exhausted lol
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i can't get kafka off the brain, she's so attractive 😭 she'd be such a huge brat, testing your patience all the time with that smug grin. she deserves to get tied up, gagged, spanked, humiliated and fucked until she's crying and promising to be good 💞 she's 100% a masochist
-🌧️
I am so sorry. This was only supposed to be a short, 2-4 paragraph thirst, but then it turned into pure filth 😭😭😭 Also a bit extreme compared to other things I've written, so it might not be to most people's tastes
nsfw utc (fem reader with strap on, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, use of toys, spanking, dacriphilia, not proofread)
She'd probably rile you up on purpose just for that. There's nothing she wants more than to just lay there and get fucked senselessly until she inevitably ruins the sheets, and she knows you're perfectly willing to accommodate her. Still, getting what she wants so easily would be so boring, wouldn't it? It's not fun if you aren't seething with a kind of irritation only Kafka could make you feel and if she still has some form of control of her body.
It'd start with you tying Kafka up, a bullet vibrator pressed onto her clit. The way her moans sound through the gag is delightful; they show how much of a whore she is for you. You watch her with disinterest and indifference in her eyes, fully clothed as opposed to how the only things Kafka is wearing are a ball gag and fancy ropes of silk the color of your eyes (something she insisted on) digging into her curves and currently unblemished skin.
It's humiliating, really, being forced to feel all vulnerable and owned—but both of you know just how much she loves that. Maybe if you're in a good mood, you'll even let her cum once or twice tonight. Kafka doubts that, though, especially with how bratty she's been acting. Your patience has its limits, and Kafka wants nothing more than to push you over the very brink of it. She starts begging, vulgar and wanton; almost mocking in its tone.
Kafka thinks you've finally given in when you remove the vibrator from her puffy clit. She prides herself in her beauty, after all. No one would be able to resist her "charms" for long... right? Wrong. Instead, you push her down, knees bent so her face is pressed into the mattress while her hips are up in the air. When you start spanking her ass, she begs for the bullet vibrator again. Her abused cunt just feels so empty, fluttering around nothing as your hand leaves yet another mark on her ass. She's already so overstimulated, and you've barely even started.
The woman endures, locks of hair the color of her most favored wine cascading along her back as each moan becomes more strained than the last. Anticipation fills her lust-addled head as she feels the tip of your length rubbing against her folds. You relish in the way her back arches as you finally insert the strap-on inside her neglected cunt, not to mention the drawn-out moan she lets out. God, you're sure her facial expression right now is downright sinful—you can tell by how she's clawing at the bedsheets and eagerly moving her hips to chase yours.
But you don't move.
Why would you? Did Kafka think you'd be nice to her after all that she's done? Her whines are barely audible through the ball gag, but you hear her mention something about "how mean you always are to her." Funny. You've been patient with all of her bullshit for as long as you've remembered, yet now you're the mean one. You were planning to be a bit lenient since you felt bad for her, but she can wave goodbye to any chance of being able to use either her voice or her legs for the next few days.
"Move," you command her. "Don't you think it's time you stopped relying on me to get you off?" Kafka whimpers at your words, looking back at you with glossy eyes. You can't help but snicker in response. It's rare to see her so desperate and needy to be filled. Maybe you should do this more often? She never really learns her lesson, after all. Realizing you weren't gonna budge on your decision, she rocks her hips as much as she can with her limited range of movement. She can feel each vein and bump of the fake toy rubbing against her walls, but it just isn't enough.
It's not rough enough. Not fast enough. Not deep enough. Nowhere close to being enough, but Kafka submits to the humiliation nonetheless. She can't bring herself to care anymore, too focused on making sure to savor each and every bit of pleasure she's feeling. You look at how fervently she's fucking herself on the fake cock, and think of how you've each turned the other into fully fledged perverts. Kafka wasn't this much of a masochist before she ended up in your bed. Or was it hers? You don't remember.
She never understood the people who liked getting hurt. Kafka used to find the marks that ropes left on her skin itchy and unbearable, but now she loves reliving the memories of lust and passion whenever she sees them. She wears them with pride. You, on the other hand—have never felt like more of a degenerate. You catch yourself wanting to break her; to ruin her for anybody else. You desire to know her body in a way completely exclusive to you. You want to own her; mind, body, and soul.
The past few minutes are a blur. Without realizing, you've been fucking Kafka senseless as she sobs from the overstimulation. The smell of sex fills the air as does the sound of your hips colliding with the fat of her ass. You thrust as quickly as you can, much to the other woman's pleasure, but the tightness of her pussy makes it more difficult than it usually is. You've been holding her over the brink for a while now—you're not sure how long exactly, but enough for her legs to be shaking and for her knees to give out. If not for your hands settling themselves on her waist, she would've toppled over. Kafka is powerless, and she loves it.
When you see her cum form a white ring on the base of your strap, you know you've found another excuse to fuck her dumb, and you plan on making full use of it.
#strwb drabbles#kafka#kafka smut#kafka x reader#x reader#smut#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr smut#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#🌧️ anon
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Sweetening The Deal. (part 5.)
Summary: after the exchange on the dressing room, you try to test Melissa’s worst limits, but of course things don’t go as planned.
tags: @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @greencurlyhair @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.
The tension in the parking lot of the Liberty Plaza Philadelphia mall was nearly suffocating to the point where it left you breathless, gasping for air.
As you stood there, your pulse racing under Melissa Schemmenti’s predatory gaze, a mix of both excitement and nervousness filled your chest. You were trying to maintain the confident, almost bratty persona you had adopted since the arrangement began to shield and protect yourself from any consequences, but it felt like it was unraveling with each passing second. The weight of the shopping bag in your hand suddenly felt much heavier, like a secret you weren’t sure you were ready to keep.
The redhead stood before you, her body still as steady as a rock, and you could see the glimmer in her green eyes. It was a challenge, an invitation to see how long you would hold onto this new persona you had tried on. Her smirk widened as she observed your hesitation, and you could almost feel her enjoying the subtle power she held over the situation.
“What’s it gonna be, babygirl?” she quips, a dangerous lilt in it that sends a shiver down your spine. “You gonna stand there like un idiota all day, or are you gonna stop pretending and answer me like big smart girls do?”
You quickly scrambled to regain some sense of control. The flood of emotions in your chest was overwhelming, and instead of addressing it, you did what you always did when you were out of your depth. Reacting in the worst way possible; testing everyone who messed with you to their worst limits.
And Melissa Schemmenti would be no different. It doesn’t matter if she is being your sugar mommy and giving the financial support or a chance to get out of your miserable life, the fact that sometimes you were treated almost like a plaything was too much.
“Cat got your tongue again or are we playing shy?”
With a quick jerk of your wrist, you pulled away from her grasp, giving her a coy grin. “I’m fine, Schemmenti. Now get off me.”
The tone of your voice was thick with something that was half-uncertain and half-defiant. Without giving her a chance to respond, you hopped into the passenger seat of the sleek black car with exaggerated nonchalance, slamming the door behind you shut a little harder than necessary. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared straight ahead, pretending like the whole situation didn’t affect you.
Although, it was affecting you in the worst way possible.
Melissa didn’t immediately follow you. Instead, she stood there for a beat, staring at you with an almost innocent genuine curiosity. You could feel the heat of her eyes on you, and for a moment, you thought she might say something, but instead, she just got into the driver’s seat with a calm, measured air. The silence between you was clear, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was more like the calm before a storm, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this game would go on before you were forced to break.
But you weren’t going to break. You couldn’t. Not yet.
“Think you’re funny, right? Well, I’ll show you what happens when you disrespect someone who you are meant to obey,” the older woman promises quietly to herself. Not even daring to look at you. Yet. In fact, Melissa was dying to see if she could destroy you at her penthouse.
You stared out the window, trying to keep your breathing steady as you wrestled with the whirling thoughts in your mind. The bag with the purple lingerie sat between you on the seat, a constant reminder of the secret between you two, a reminder of the power shift that had started earlier. Melissa’s teasing words, her quiet commands, were still ringing in your ears, and the thought of wearing the lingerie, of being under her control in that way, made your skin flush with heat.
The drive to her home felt like it took an eternity, every minute stretching longer than the last. When the car finally pulled into the garage of the penthouse, you didn’t even wait for her to open the door. You threw the bag over your shoulder and stormed inside, your steps fast, though you knew Melissa wasn’t far behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed in your ears, and despite the bravado you tried to put on, a knot of anticipation twisted in your stomach.
Inside, you dropped the bag on the white couch without a care in the world and made a beeline for the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You felt a strange rebellion and longing bubble up in your chest as you sank into the armchair by the window, grabbing your copy of The Price of Salt from the bedside table— one of the only books you bought from your now old crappy apartment complex. You cracked it open, pretending to lose yourself in the story, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the fire you knew was in Melissa’s olive eyes.
But it didn’t take long before you heard her footsteps approaching. She was never one to let things go, never one to let you wallow in your own little stupid act for too long. There was a pause outside the wooden door, a silent moment that stretched, before she spoke, her raspy voice really low but dripping with intent.
“Done with this stupid bullshit? I want to see you, honey,” she huffed, her tone nothing short of commanding. “Now.”
No response came from you.
You could hear the heat in her voice, the fire, and it made your heart race. You still didn’t answer, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in your lap, even though you had no idea what the words said anymore. Melissa Schemmenti’s presence was overwhelming, and you could already feel her annoyed gaze burning into you through the door.
“Don’t make me ask again,” the Italian woman growled, her words laced with a mixture of frustration and something else—something darker, more possessive. A shiver ran down your spine. You hadn’t expected her to come at you so hard, but you should’ve known better. Melissa didn’t wait. She always got what she wanted.
Still nothing.
You stayed silent, gripping the book tighter, trying to ignore the sudden heat that pooled between your legs. But it wasn’t enough to hide the anticipation you felt at the idea of her seeing you in the purple lingerie. The thought alone made your breath catch in your throat.
Finally, the door of your temporary spare bedroom opened with a soft creak. You didn’t even bother to look up from the book, but the moment Melissa quickly stepped inside, you could feel the change in the air. It was different now—charged, intense. She was close, you could feel her presence at your back, just standing there, waiting for you to make the first move.
You just hummed, a lazy hand on your chin trying to look like you didn’t give a fuck about her. She watches you in silence for a moment, her gaze intense, and then she closes the door with a quiet click, leaning against it as her sharp eyes sweep over you.
“So?” Melissa says firmly, annoyed and unyielding. “You’re just going to sit your ass here and read instead of wearing what I bought you?”
You move to face her and look up, swallowing hard. Her tone is challenging, almost daring you to keep playing this game, but something in her gaze tells you she’s nearing the end of her patience.
“Where are your good manners, kid? Answer me. You little piece of shit.”
Again. She referred to you using a fuckin’ nasty title.
You give a shrug, hoping to keep up the act. “I like this book,” you mutter, sinking further into the armchair, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “And I don’t want to be interrupted right now. Can you please show up another hour?”
Melissa tilts her head, her full lips curling into a smirk. Despite the feeling she has of wanting to throw you against the wall to teach you manners, she only takes a deep breath. “You know,” she says, pushing off the door and moving towards you, “I don’t mind the brat attitude. But we both know you’re dying to wear that lingerie for me.”
She kneels down beside you, her manicured hand resting on the arm of the chair, her face close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek.
“Tell me.”
“Don’t,” you sigh. “Don’t put words into my mouth.”
The redhead studies you for a moment, her gaze unrelenting. “Why don’t you just admit it, sweetheart?” Her voice is softer now, coaxing. Trying to convince you in the sweetest way possible. “You want to be the one I spoil. You want to feel wanted, seen… I can see it in your pretty eyes.”
You feel yourself squirm under her gaze, the weight of her words stirring something deep inside you. But instead of responding, you turn your attention back to the book, pretending to read as if her presence isn’t setting your entire body alight.
That was the last straw.
Without saying a word, Melissa lets out a low groan, seeing through your attempt to brush her off. She reached over and tugged the book from your hands, tossing it aside like it was nothing. You still didn’t look at her, though you could feel her staring at you, eyes boring into your skin. Her act made your mouth drop open in disbelief as you whipped your head up to glare at her.
“Schemmenti, what the hell is this?! Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”
She smirked, her wicked expression unapologetic. “Oh, now you’re paying attention. Mommy already told you, doll, I don’t like being ignored.”
You tried to respond, but the intensity of her gaze—so confident, so knowing—left you speechless.
Instead, you bite your lip, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach as her gaze holds you captive. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours, and gestures to the bag she bought from the living room with a slight nod of her head.
“Go on,” she says softly. “Put it on for me, babydoll.”
Your cheeks flush as you stare up at her, feeling the pull of her words, the irresistible command in her tone. She’s challenging you, daring you to step out of your comfort zone, to let yourself be vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. And as much as you want to keep up the act, to play it cool, you can feel yourself caving under her intense presence.
With a shaky breath, you stand up, taking the bag with you and retreating to the bathroom. Your heart is pounding as you slip out of your clothes, unfolding the delicate purple lace, feeling its softness between your fingertips. The thought of her olive eyes on you, her hands on you—her mouth on you makes your skin tingle, every nerve ending coming alive with anticipation.
When you finally gather the courage to step out of the luxurious bathroom, you find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze immediately locking onto you as you enter the room. Her eyes darken as she takes you in, her expression shifting to something almost predatory like a wild animal.
“Come to Mommy,” she says, her voice soft but filled with authority. “Be a nice pet.”
You walk toward her, each step bringing you closer to the edge of a cliff you’re not sure you’re ready to dive off of. But as you stand before her, she reaches out, her hands resting on your gorgeous hips, pulling you close until you’re standing between her legs.
The older woman looks up at you, her face filled with pride and admiration, her strong hands running up your sides, tracing the curves of the lingerie, making you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. “You look stunning,” she murmurs with genuine awe. “Even better than I imagined.”
Your breath catches as her hands continue to explore, her touch both gentle and possessive. Melissa pulls you down onto her lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand coming up to cradle your cheek.
“I knew you’d look perfect in this,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “Do you know how much I want you right now?”
Her words make you shiver, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. She smiles at that, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she leans in, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless. Before you can even process the moment, she pulls back, her hands gripping your hips with a new intensity. Without warning, she swiftly pushes you onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets as she hovers above you, her eyes dark with desire.
Her chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and you can feel the heat radiating off her. “Stay right there,” she commands, her voice low and commanding, yet tender in its own way. You lay there, heart pounding, the anticipation building as she hovers over you, her body a perfect blend of control and affection.
The redhead’s lips trailed down your stomach, soft and slow, leaving a hot trail of kisses in their wake. Each touch of her wet mouth made your body tremble, a wave of heat rolling through you with every caress. You could feel her breath, warm and steady, against your skin, and it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.
“God, you’re perfect,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands roamed over your body, her fingertips grazing your sides as she took her time, savoring every inch of you. When she reached the waistband of your panties, her fingers lingered, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation coil tighter and tighter inside you.
Then, without warning, she sucked at your tummy, just above the line of your purple underwear. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you gasped, your hands instinctively grasping at the sheets beneath you. The feeling of her lips on your skin, the way her mouth moved against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan.
But then, something shifted. Melissa pulled away abruptly, her body stiffening. Her gaze flickered down to your lacy underwear, and the moment she saw the giant wet spot there, her expression changed, hardening with something you couldn’t quite place.
Her pupils darkened with lust, but also something else—something that felt almost like a challenge. She stared at the spot for a long moment, her breath coming faster now, before she let out a low curse.
“Well, well,” she said, her tone thick with arousal, but edged with something else, something dangerous. “Look at you. You’re already soaked as fuck. And I haven’t even touched you like I want to yet.”
You stopped, caught in the intensity of her gaze, feeling the wetness between your legs become even more noticeable, your body betraying you in ways you hadn’t fully processed until now. Melissa’s eyes flickered back up to yours, and the look she gave you was one of pure, unfiltered desire.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she asked with an edge of authority that made your breath hitch. “Tell me, baby... what’s going on inside that head of yours?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The weight of the moment, the fire in her eyes, had you frozen in place, unsure of what to say. You stared back at her, caught between wanting to speak and the overwhelming flood of emotion and need she stirred in you.
Melissa didn’t wait for you to answer, though. Her hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, and without breaking eye contact, she tugged them down slowly, her fingers brushing over your skin with deliberate slowness. The tension between you two was palpable, and you could feel the urgency building, the need to be touched, to be consumed by her.
When the panties were fully off, she threw them aside carelessly, her hands now sliding over your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her lips returned to your skin, this time moving with an almost possessive energy, as though she was claiming you, marking you as hers.
You let out a shaky breath, unable to look away as she kissed her way lower, her hands parting your shaky legs just enough to let her settle between them. There was no hesitation now, only the heat of her mouth moving down, down, until she was at the apex of your thighs.
And then, just as you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, she paused. Her breath hot against you, her eyes flickering up to yours with that same fire. “You ready for Mommy, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice rough and low.
You nodded, your body aching for her touch, but still, Melissa waited. She let the silence hang between you, knowing just how much it was driving you wild. Finally, she leaned in, kissing the soft skin of your inner thigh, right near where you needed her most. The moment was electric, charged with tension, but before she could go any further, she pulled away again, looking down at your body with a satisfied grin.
“Melissa?!” you protested.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” she scoffs, picking up your discarded panties from where they lay crumpled beside her. Her fingers curled around the damp fabric with a deliberate slowness, her movements unhurried, as if savoring every second. She held them up, the wet patch glistening faintly under the soft light, and her lips curved into a smirk.
You supported yourself in your elbows, gasping realizing what she was about to do. Melissa brought the fabric closer to her face. Her eyes flicked up to yours, watching you closely, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal on your face. You swallowed hard, your body frozen under the weight of her attention, and when she finally closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, your breath caught in your throat.
“Goddamn,” she muttered, as her lips parted slightly. Her eyes remained closed, and she looked almost lost in the sensation, like she was savoring something sinful and exquisite. “You smell... so good. So fucking good.”
Your cheeks burned, your body tingling as her words washed over you. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing—Melissa Schemmenti, the confident, composed woman you secretly and strangely adored, utterly undone by a piece of your underwear.
She opened her eyes slowly, the hunger in them making your heart pound. Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked the damp fabric, her pink tongue sliding over the spot that carried the evidence of your desire. The motion was slow and deliberate, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she let out a low whimper.
“Jesus,” the redhead murmured, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she savored the taste. "You taste even better than I imagined."
You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, your body trembling under the intensity of her gaze. She tossed the panties aside carelessly, leaning over you once more, her hands braced on either side of your hips. Her face was inches from yours now, her breath warm against your lips.
“You’re mine,” she growled.
Before you could say something else, Melissa’s lips crashed against yours again, and the fire she’d stoked between you finally ignited into an inferno. Her kiss was full of hunger and need, stealing the breath from your lungs. Her hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as she devoured you with an intensity that left you trembling. Her tongue brushed against yours, and the taste of her, mixed with the faint saltiness of your own arousal from her earlier tease, made your head spin.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your swollen lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started tonight,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh. “There’s no turning back now.”
That hung heavy in the air, a promise and a warning all at once. Your pulse raced as you stared into her eyes, which burned with a fire you’d never seen before. This was a side of Melissa that you hadn’t fully understood until now—powerful, commanding, and completely unrelenting.
And as her lips trailed back down your body, stopping just above the apex of your thighs, you realized she was right. Whatever line had been crossed between you tonight, it was far behind you now, and there was no going back to the way things were before. Not when you wanted her this much. Not when you were hers, completely.
It hit you like a tidal wave—you’d sold your soul to her. You hadn’t realized it at first, back when this arrangement had seemed simple. Back when it felt like you were just playing a role, dipping your toes into something thrilling and temporary.
But it wasn’t temporary anymore. It had never been.
From the moment you agreed to this dynamic, every look, every touch, every indulgent gesture from her had pulled you deeper. The woman didn’t just spoil you with gifts and attention; she consumed you. She’d made you hers in ways you hadn’t fully understood until now. The luxury, the power she exuded, the way she looked at you like she owned every inch of you—it was all a part of something bigger. Something you couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to.
And right now, with her mouth teasing your body, the reality of it settled over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. You weren’t just playing a role. You weren’t just letting her take the lead for fun or indulging in her dominance out of curiosity. You’d given yourself to her, willingly, piece by piece.
There was no turning back. Not anymore.
Speaking of her, Melissa pulled back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound as she smirked. “You’re quiet, hon. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
Your breath hitched, your voice catching in your throat as the truth clawed its way forward. She wasn’t just your sugar mommy now. She was everything. And now, she had you—completely, undeniably, irrevocably.
You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, but Melissa’s knowing expression told you she already knew. She always did.
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I'm your mother now, chapter 1
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summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…
pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader
warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha
genre: angst
words: 2972
a/n: I really wanted to write a dark Natasha fic but I didn't want to make it romantic or anything, so I went with the idea of Natasha kidnapping a child. Please don't read this if you are not comfortable with dark themes. Reader is kinda abused but that's because of Natasha's trauma.
Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think :)
(I decided to make this a series, as I have so many ideas but find them simply too long for one fic. I will probably make a separate masterlist for the series)
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work
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You dropped your bag on the floor, kicking your shoes off and walking through the house, allowing yourself to fall on the couch in exhaustion. You were in highschool, and no matter what teacher you'd ask, they all called you their best student.
You passed every test, got good grades for every project, but mentally you were slipping. You hated your life. You hated the stupid loop you were trapped in. Every day is the same. You were tired.
Your foster parents were scheduled to come home after dinner, so you knew you'd be able to lie on the couch for a while without being yelled at.
So that's what you did.
You took a nap on the couch, enjoying the quietness of the house, when a noise upstairs catches you off guard.
You get up slowly, carefully walking up the stairs. You had seen horror movies, and you knew what a bad idea it was, yet you decided to do it anyway. You creeped up the stairs, through the hallway and made it to your bedroom. It was small and there weren't many places to hide, but you were cautious anyway.
Your window was open. The curtain was moving slightly due to the breeze outside. A shiver ran down your back. You had that feeling again. The same feeling you've had for the past few weeks. The feeling of being watched.
You walked to your window carefully, pushing it close and locking it. Didn't you lock it yesterday?
Before you could even turn around, an arm clasped around your waist and a hand holding a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You tried to scream and try to get out of the person's grip, but it was of little use. The person holding you was strong. Way stronger than you were.
You flung around in their grasp, trying to hit the arms that were holding you, but it was of no use. You heard a woman's voice behind you, shushing you and telling you it's all gonna be okay. Your eyes started drooping, falling close. The last thing you heard was a simple sentence….
“Shh baby, mama's got you…”
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Natasha had been observing you for weeks. She saw you in the park one day, sitting on a bench. You appeared to be okay, but she could see the way you were holding back tears. It took everything in her not to walk up to you and comfort you.
After that day, she decided to watch you more often. She watched you when you picked out your clothes. She watched you when you went to school. She watched you when you came home and got yelled at. She watched all of it.
After watching you for about a week, she decided to do some more research. She had to know everything about you. You were absolutely perfect.
She found out about your parents, how they left you in front of the police station one night. They didn't want you, and Natasha's heart broke. The foster families you were placed with didn't care much for you either. You were often heavily neglected, and you never knew real love.
From what Natasha had seen, you were barely capable of taking care of yourself. She wondered how often you showered, how often you ate and if you even brushed your teeth.
No one seemed to have taught you how to live, and it broke Natasha's heart. She was determined to make you feel loved. She knew it was fate. She had to take care of you. It was simply meant to be.
Natasha had been trying to have a child for so long. After her past in the Red Room, she knew she'd never be able to conceive herself, but she had tried everything there was. She had gone to adoption agencies and tried to adopt. She had applied to become a foster mom but nothing worked. She'd pass most criteria, but when the psychological tests came her test scores dropped. The authorities simply deemed her to mentally unstable to take care of a child.
Natasha was mad. Mad at the authorities and mad at herself. She just wanted a child. That's all she's ever wanted. How on earth did anyone dare deny her that.
After she was denied for foster care, she was upset, but she didn't dare give up. Natasha was determined that she would find someone for her to take care of, and she did. Anyone in their right mind could see it. You were destined to be with Natasha.
After observing you for quite a while, Natasha decided it was time. You were crying almost every night, the stress of school and your grades were simply too much. Natasha couldn't bear to see you like this any longer, so she finally decided to make her move. She snuck in when you were at school. She didn't even have to sneak in through the window. The doors had an easy lock, and she could easily pick it open.
When she made her way inside, she immediately went up to your room. She looked through it, smelling your clothes, touching your bed and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot.
She clutched your only stuffed animal tightly to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was finally going to be a mom, and she couldn't wait.
She collected some of your stuff, but only the stuff she couldn't replace, which included some notebooks, coloring books and your stuffed animal of course. She stuffed it in a bag and put all of it in her car. After she finished, she made her way back inside and waited.
When she heard you come home, she was nearly jumping at the anticipation and excitement.
She started making some noises, hoping you'd come upstairs soon. She had opened the window in your room, knowing you'd walk over to close it. You did that every day. If you forgot to close the window, you'd close it after coming home from school.
Soon enough, she heard you walking upstairs, peeking through the door of the bathroom. She waited until you went into your bedroom, indeed closing the window as she expected.
The moment you weren't looking, she snuck into your room and quickly covered your face, making you inhale the Chloroform she'd put on the cloth. You were flailing around heavily, trying to get loose from her grasp, but she just held on tight.
Natasha tried to comfort you, shushing you as you slowly lost consciousness.
After you had passed out, she carefully lifted you up, walking down the stairs and, after grabbing your school bag, walking back to her car. She was careful as she placed you on the backseat, protecting your head as you slept peacefully.
She placed your stuffed animal in your arms, smiling at the sight of you fast asleep. She got into the driver's seat and took off, driving you two far away from the big city.
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You groaned as the light hit your eyes, covering them with your hand as you blinked a few times, trying to get used to it. You stretched your arms above your head, slowly waking up from your deep slumber.
The bed you were laying on was soft, way softer and more comfortable than you were used to, but you didn't really notice. The drugs were still wearing off, your brain pleasantly fuzzy as you slowly regained control over all of your senses.
When you yawned and brought your hand up to your face, you finally realized the clothes you were wearing were not yours.
You sat up quickly, scanning the room and realizing it looked nothing like yours. It was way too big, but it did seem to be arranged to your style and interests. You took in the room, confused as to how you got there and why it seemed to be accommodated perfectly to your wants and needs.
You slowly slid your legs off the bed, sitting on the edge and carefully standing up, afraid your weary state would make you fall over. The pajamas you were wearing were soft and seemed to be made out of an expensive silk.
You slowly stood up, walking around the room slightly. You thought you were dreaming. When you looked out the window, there was nothing but trees. You appeared to be in some clearing in the woods. You checked out the room, noticing how the books on the shelf looked an awful lot like the books you owned, except the books in this room seemed to be new and neat.
It confused you, and when you turned around, you noticed the bedding was the same bedding as you'd always had, just for a queen sized bed.
There were three doors in the room, and you ran to the closest one. When you opened it you found a closet, probably as big as your room back home. When you opened the next, you found a bathroom. It looked almost impossibly clean and the shower looked like it came straight from a millionaire's home.
When you opened the third door, you finally stood in a hallway. When you looked right, you saw another door, which was probably where the hallway ended, so you decided to go left. You walked fast, wanting to get out of the house as fast as possible.
You were very confused by the whole situation. You remembered someone kidnapping you, but these were not the circumstances you expected to wake up in.
When you stormed down the stairs, you could see a kitchen on your right. You spotted a door right in front of you. It looked like the front door, so you immediately ran towards it, trying to open it. It didn't budge. You'd need a code, a finger scan and voice recognition. You sighed as you leaned your forehead against it.
After standing there for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to explore the rest of the house.
You reckoned you were alone, as no one had approached you yet, even when you tried to leave the house. You slowly walked into the kitchen, from it spotting a living area with a few couches, and on top of it, you saw a redhead.
You froze when you saw her, unable to move or talk as fear overtook your body.
“Ah, good. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was thinking of ordering take-out. Just come over here and we can pick something,” the woman spoke as if she'd known you for years.
You didn't move, so the woman turned around, putting her book aside and getting up. She walked towards you slowly, but she didn't seem worried she'd scare you away. “You don't want take-out?” she questioned, putting her phone on the kitchen island. You stood next to it as she now stood in front of it, crossing her arms.
“Where am I?” you shakily asked, worried you'd upset her. You knew the woman, of course. Every person in the world knew her. She was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow and fearless Avengers, although she retired a few years back.
“What do you mean, silly? You're home of course,” Natasha spoke, looking confused as to why'd you even ask such a question.
You frowned. “This isn't my home?...” Natasha shook her head. “Of course it is.” “Why did you kidnap me?” Natasha shook her head at your question. “I just brought you home, sweetie.”
“What the fuck?! Take me home!” you yelled, and she looked a little surprised before her expression went back to normal.
“I know it's your first day here, but you do not speak to me like that. Do you understand?” she responded, but it only made you madder. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Let me go, you crazy bitch!” you yelled as you tried to push her, but Natasha easily caught your wrists.
“Careful honey. I know you're confused but that is no way to speak to your mother.” “You're not my fucking mother-”
Slap.
Natasha had slapped you across the face. Your head turned from the impact, your cheek almost immediately reddening. tears stung in your eyes as you moved your hand up to cup your cheek, a silent sob wrecking through your body.
“I am a very lenient person, but don't you ever dare speak to me in such a tone again,” she said. “Now go sit on the couch and think about what you want to order for take-out dammit.”
You moved slowly, keeping your head down as you sat on one of the couches, silently crying over the situation. After a few minutes, Natasha returned from the kitchen, holding an ice-pack. She grabbed your chin and tilted your face up without a word, pressing the ice-pack against your red cheek. She softly smiled down at you, using her free hand to pet the hair out of your face.
You sniffled, and she leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Mama didn't want to hurt you like that sweetheart, but you took it too far,” she said, pulling back and smiling down at you again. “Mama loves you. I promise.” She pulled the ice-pack away and softly kissed your cheek.
She put the ice-pack on the coffee table and sat on the couch to your right. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and seemed to scroll through something.
“So what are you feeling like?” she asked, looking at you with a smile. You sniffled quietly, looking down to avoid her gaze. “We could do burgers, or maybe sushi? I know those are your favorites,” she told you, and you instantly wondered how she'd know such a thing.
“Come on. Tell me what you want,” she urged, nodding slightly to encourage you.
“Fries…” you said quietly, and Natasha smiled. “Exactly what I was feeling. Would you like chicken nuggets on the side?” she asked you, and you nodded. “Perfect,” she said as she typed it into her phone, paying quickly and tossing it aside.
“The food will be here soon. Would you like to watch a movie while we wait, or would you rather explore the house a bit more?” she asked, patiently waiting for your answer.
You shrugged, not wanting to pick an option that might make her mad. “We can also just sit here for a while. I know you must be confused, but I promise you everything will fall right into place.”
You were mad. Mad at how Natasha acted like everything was fine. Mad at how she acted like she had any authority over you. Mad at how she'd slapped you. Mad at how she was acting like she was your mother. Mad at how she seemed unbothered and acted like your behavior was insane. But mostly, you were mad at yourself. Mad how you looked up to her. Looked up to the amazing Black Widow. She had always been your favorite Avengers. How could she not be?
After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, you looked up slowly, seeing Natasha staring at you with a smile on her face.
“Would you like to watch something now?” She asked, holding up the remote. When the hell did she grab that? You nodded slightly, and Natasha smiled widely at you for it. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon the tv lit up with your favorite show ready to play. Natasha pressed play, and the show started exactly where you stopped last night.
You sat quietly as you watched the show, scared to make any noises.
After about an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Natasha got up to open it. “Just wait here,” she said as she walked away. You got up from the couch and peeked around the wall, seeing the door and catching a glimpse of a blonde woman.
She didn't look like a delivery person, and you realized Natasha must've called someone she knew to make sure no one knew the location of the house.
The woman handed Natasha the take-out bag and they spoke for a moment, before she moved to give Natasha a hug. They hugged for a second and Natasha kissed the woman's cheek. You watched as they said their goodbye's, hearing Natasha say she'll visit the blonde woman soon.
You quickly made your way back to the couches, sitting back down and waiting for Natasha to come back.
Once she did, she set the take-out on the kitchen counter. You watched silently as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates and opening the bag. “Just so you know, I see and hear everything. Don't sneak up on me again. You're old enough to ask when you want something,” Natasha spoke, not looking up from her task of plating the food.
Your breath caught in your throat. You should've known. She used to be an assassin for goodness sake. Of course she could tell if you'd watch her.
Natasha grabbed the two plates and brought them back to the couches. She handed one to you, but when you went to grab it she didn't let it go. You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow to you. “Thank you…” you said silently, and she smiled as she let you take the plate, moving to sit down herself.
You ate in silence, not missing the glances Natasha shot your way. You found it creepy. You had no idea why you were here and what Natasha wanted with you. She had referred to herself as your mother a few times now, and it confused you beyond words.
For now, you decided to let the confusion go, focusing on eating your food and surviving the night.
Who knows what tomorrow would bring…
chapter 2
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I got tagged in one of those "get to know me" tag games back in 2021 and I wanna see how 2024 me's answers compare!
2021:
1. Nickname: berk
2. Zodiac: Gemini
3. Height: 5’4
4. hogwarts house: it’s been years since I last took the test, but Gryffindor
5. Last thing I googled: yellow wallpaper. The short story haha.
6. Song stuck in my head: movement by hozier
7. Number of followers: 1021
8. Amount of sleep: 4ish hours recently
9. Lucky number: I don’t think I have one but my favorite is 27
10. Dream job: something where I get to help people
11. Wearing: mom jeans, black turtleneck, gray quater zip for the university of Mississippi chapter of delta gamma. Thrift store finds, ya know?
12. Favorite author: Kurt Vonnegut
13. Favorite instrument: cello
14. Aesthetic: someone once told me that I looked like “every kind of lesbian.” So whatever that means.
15. Favorite song: uhh, currently it’s probably “would that i” by hozier
16. Favorite animal noise: kitty cat purrs
17. Random: today at work some lady told me that everytime she comes in she looks for me because I make the best drinks. I haven’t stopped smiling bc of that :’)
2024:
1. Nickname: berk, professor alpha
2. Zodiac: gemini
3. Height: 5’4
4. hogwarts house: once again it's been years since i last took it, but my result that time was slytherin
5. Last thing I googled: "how does a pipe bomb work? I'm not gonna make one I'm just curious /gen"
6. Song stuck in my head: nothing at the moment, but according to receiptify my top ten most listened to songs for November so far are:
man or muppet - jason segel, walter
blue sky & the painter - bastille
marie & polonium - bastille
intros & narrators - bastille
eve & paradise lost - bastille
red wine & wilde - bastille
seasons & narcissus - bastille
fratelli d'italia - this is the italian national anthem lmao
the rattlin bog - seamus kennedy
nobody's soldier - hozier
7. Number of followers: 14,841
8. Amount of sleep: not enough
9. Lucky number: my original answer still stands. big fan of 27 still, too.
10. Dream job: I don't dream of being a laborer, but I still very much want to something that helps people.
11. Wearing: biker shorts and a 2024 gran premio dell'emilia romagna crewneck. welcome back princess diana
12. Favorite author: opal_bullets of ao3 fame
13. Favorite instrument: banjo
14. Aesthetic: on a spectrum that goes from academic queer to refined-button-up bisexual
15. Favorite song: it changes somewhat often. my all time favorite is icarus by bastille but my current is the don reno version of feudin' banjos
16. Favorite animal noise: when my cat groans like she's a blue-collar dad whose long day at work and just wants to decompress in his recliner
17. Random: I was very brave and also very sexy and I decided to go back to school after dropping out at the end of my senior years four years ago and I registered for classes this week and I am not going to let myself self sabotage and quit before I've even started because of anxiety-driven-fear-of-the-unkown-control-issues because it's okay to be scared. you just can't let that stop you and I'm done letting it stop me !!!
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