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Not Again

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: This time it is another sibling that interrupts benedict and Y/N during a private moment

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, teasing, kissing

A/N:

This is the second part to Caught in the Act, I hope you all enjoy

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

You and Benedict decided to escape the bustle of the Bridgerton household by taking a leisurely stroll through the estate's expansive gardens. The fresh air and vibrant colors of the blooming flowers provided a sense of calmness.

The garden was one of your favorite places, a sanctuary where you could lose yourselves in the beauty of nature and each other’s company. The scent of roses and lavender wafted through the air, carried by a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and made the flowers dance. The gravel path crunched softly underfoot as you walked hand in hand, Benedict's thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

Benedict glanced over at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, we could always hide out in the gazebo. It's secluded and peaceful."

You smiled, feeling a sense of adventure bubble up inside you. "Lead the way, Mr. Bridgerton."

The gazebo was nestled at the far end of the garden, surrounded by tall hedges and flowering shrubs. It was a charming, ivy-covered structure with a white lattice roof, offering a perfect hideaway from the world. As you approached, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, admiring how beautiful it looked.

As soon as you reached the gazebo, Benedict pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble. The soft murmurs of the garden, the chirping of birds, and the distant hum of bees created a natural symphony that seemed to celebrate your love.

"Benedict," you murmured against his lips, "someone might see us."

"Let them," he whispered back, his hands roaming your back. "I don't care."

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Benedict's touch was both gentle and possessive, pulling you closer as if he wanted to convey his love and desire through the embrace alone. His lips moved with a hunger that matched your own, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between you all day.

Lost in the intoxicating mix of passion and affection, you allowed yourself to melt into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. Every touch, every kiss felt like an affirmation of the deep connection you shared, a bond that transcended any embarrassment or interruption.

But just as the intensity of the moment peaked, the tranquility of the garden was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. You both jumped apart, hearts racing, turning to see none other than Anthony Bridgerton standing at the entrance of the gazebo, his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face.

"Well, well, well," Anthony drawled, his eyebrow raised. "What do we have here?"

You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. "Anthony, we were just—"

"Just what?" he interrupted, his tone teasing. "Enjoying a private moment in the middle of the garden where anyone could walk by?"

Benedict sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Anthony, do you ever knock before entering? Honestly, it's becoming a family habit."

Anthony chuckled, shaking his head. "Not for family. Besides, it's not every day I catch my brother in such a compromising position."

You buried your face in your hands, feeling utterly mortified. The humiliation of being caught again by a Bridgerton sibling was almost too much to bear. Benedict, on the other hand, looked more annoyed than embarrassed. "What do you want, Anthony?"

"I was looking for you," Anthony replied, his tone becoming more serious. "Mother wants to discuss the arrangements for the upcoming ball, and she insists on having everyone's input."

Benedict sighed again, clearly reluctant to leave your side. "Fine, we'll be there in a minute."

Anthony nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Don't take too long. You know how Mother gets when we're late."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Benedict alone once more. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration.

"I swear, this family has a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times," Benedict muttered, pulling you back into his arms.

You couldn't help but laugh, but it was a strained sound, reflecting your inner turmoil. "I suppose that's part of the charm of being a Bridgerton," you said, though your voice wavered slightly.

As the reality of the situation settled in, your amusement faded, replaced by a sense of vulnerability. "I can't believe we were caught again. First Eloise, now Anthony. It's so embarrassing, Benedict."

Benedict cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to form. "I'm so sorry, my love. I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to spend some private time with you."

You nodded, appreciating his sincerity. "I know, and I love that about you. But you have to admit, this is partly your fault."

Benedict's eyes widened in mock indignation. "My fault? How is this my fault?"

You managed a small, teasing smile. "You're the one who insists on these secret rendezvous in places where your siblings have a habit of showing up unannounced. Maybe next time we should pick somewhere a bit more secluded?"

Benedict laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Point taken. Next time, I promise to choose a better location."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the tension dissipate. "Good. Because as much as I love our little adventures, I'd prefer them without an audience."

Benedict pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "Deal. No more surprise appearances by the Bridgertons."

As you approached the grand entrance, laughter from inside reached your ears, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the sound of light chatter. You exchanged a glance with Benedict, both of you sharing a quiet moment of relief that the embarrassing interruption in the garden was behind you.

Just as you were about to step inside, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway. "Well, well, well! What do have we here?"

You froze, turning to see Eloise Bridgerton leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. Benedict sighed beside you, clearly resigned to yet another round of teasing from his ever-curious sister.

"Eloise," Benedict began, his tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement, "please tell me you're not going to make this any worse."

Eloise chuckled, stepping forward to block your path into the house. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. But I am guessing that the reason the both are you are so flushed is not because the two of you went running."

Your cheeks flushed pink, and you shot Benedict a playful glare. "Anthony told you?"

Eloise nodded, her grin widening. "No, but I am guessing what he witnessed is not much different from what I had a couple of weeks ago. Do tell dear brother and sister, do you both have a knack for getting caught in compromising positions?"

Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly, though a hint of embarrassment lingered in his expression. "Could we perhaps continue this conversation inside or never?"

"Of course," Eloise replied, stepping aside to let you both pass. As you entered the house, she fell into step beside you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You know, you're lucky it was Anthony who found you and not one of us younger ones. Gregory would have never let you live it down and Hyacinth would just keep asking questions."

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie despite the teasing. "I can only imagine."

Benedict shot his sister a pointed look as you reached the drawing-room door. "Eloise, I hope this doesn't become a family story."

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, but Benedict, stories like this are what make family gatherings so entertaining."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Benedict, silently acknowledging the truth in Eloise's words. Despite the embarrassment of being caught, there was a certain charm in the way the Bridgeton's teased and supported each other, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.

[exhaslo]

Hiii i was wondering if you could do a miguel x cinnamon bun reader who’s a chubby baker and catches Miguel’s eye sometime when he was out as spiderman and decides to wife her up. And now that they’re together since she’s always baking at home miguel comes home to the smell of cinnamon buns and her as well who’s filled with flour on her face. You can make it smutty if you want, i was just thinking that this scenario was cute 😭😩

have a good dayyy

Crying bc I wrote like half of this before Tumblr froze and deleted everything so I gotta rewrite it again.

Anyway, this is a cute idea. It would be super adorable if Miguel didn't like sweets either...so...without further ado...Time to write again

Warning: None, just fluff, light mentions of sex

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You owned a small bakery in the middle of Nueva York. It was no surprise that the smell of your bakery would attract anyone walking down the block. The aroma of your desserts would attract even the most grumpiest of people.

You were working in the kitchen, sweating as you tried to perfect your latest batch of cupcakes. You took a look around at your workers, smiling as they had fun while making your desserts. You loved your job.

"Hm, I'll take whatever you recommend. I don't really like sweets." A voice from outside said.

Your ears perked up as you heard such a phase. Your curiosity got the best of you as you poked your head out of the kitchen. You saw two men at the counter with your cashier. One was giddy with joy, ordering a bunch of sweets while the other had a stern look at his face.

Slowly, you made your way behind your cashier, avoiding the tall man's gaze. He was handsome, but also somewhat scary. Pulling one of your not so sweet desserts, you carefully placed it in a cute box and slid it towards him on the counter.

"T-This is on the house. I...I hope you like it." You whispered, glancing up at him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone but this idiot heard me." The man said while pointing at his companion.

"Migueeeel!"

"Thank you," Miguel said with a fanged smile.

You felt your cheeks flush as you rubbed your eyes. You had to be exhausted from working because you swore you saw fangs. Returning your gaze to the handsome man, you smiled as he took a bite. His eyes widen, licking his lips,

"It's good,"

Miguel was surprised by the delightful treat you gave him. He glanced towards you, caught off guard by the cute smile you gave him. He watched as you hurried into the kitchen, shaking with excitement. Unable to stop staring, Miguel looked back down at the dessert.

"Shall I get more of those for you~" Gabriel, Miguel's brother, said with a silly grin. Miguel nudged him away,

"No. I can get these myself."

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Miguel was swinging around the city, patrolling for any crime. He stopped, catching whiff of something ridiculously sweet. Disgruntled, he stoop and searched for the source of the smell. His shoulders sunk, spotting your bakery.

Perhaps you were working on a new recipe? Miguel made it a habit to stop by once a week. He enjoyed your company. You were different. Miguel was willing to try anything you gave him as long as it meant seeing your smile.

Sitting against the roof of the building, Miguel just sat there and watched you. You were hard working, helping every customer and your employees. He knew the struggle of managing a business. Hell, Miguel was technally in charge of two companies, if the Spider Society counted as one.

"Haha! She probably eats all her sweets! Look at her!" A rude teenager yelled as his obnoxious friends laughed alongside him.

"P-Please leave!" You begged.

Miguel stepped in once he saw tears form. He jumped onto the sidewalk and quietly walked behind you. His presence scaring the teenagers away. You whimpered, rubbing your eyes and sniffing before turning around and yelping.

"It's okay. I just scared them away," Miguel whispered, not wanting to spook you.

"Thank you," You whispered, still shaking. Miguel wanted to comfort you, but he knew this wasn't the right time or place,

"Don't let those kids get to you."

"I-I'm used to it...A chubby girl who owns a bakery. I hear it a lot." You whispered. Miguel grinded his teeth together,

"You're beautiful."

"Haha, thanks. That cheered me up," You said with that sweet smile of yours, "Here, let me give you a treat as thanks."

You hummed happily as you held Spiderman's hand, leading him into your bakery. Your customers were surprised, but went about their business. You looked behind the counter and took out one of your newest desserts, placing it in a cute box.

"I just made this, I hope you like it."

You watched as Spiderman's mask slowly disappeared revealing his lower half of his face. Your eyes widen as you saw fangs when he took a bite. Your smile widen as you thought of your regular Miguel, whom you liked.

"It's good." He said. You just giggled,

"Thank you."

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Miguel was determined to wife you up. He had started to stop by your bakery three times a week, chatting and getting to know you on a deeper level. Once he found out that you were single, he did not hesitate to ask you out.

Miguel wanted you. He was determined to protect you and keep his sweet little baker by his side. You were so sweet and cute that Miguel was having a hard time restraining himself. He wanted to swing you in his arms and make you his.

By your fifth date, Miguel kissed you. He held you close to him, enjoying your flushed cheeks and shy expression. He was your first for everything and Miguel was going to savior everything about that. He was going to enjoy giving you everything.

By your twelfth date, you admitted to him that you knew he was Spiderman. Miguel was slightly embarrassed, but felt a weight off his chest since he didn't have to hide it from you anymore. With his secret known to you, Miguel was able to give you even more affection due to his powers.

The first time you guys had sex, Miguel went overboard. He joked about you being his dessert for the night and ended up filling you like one of your cupcakes. He had to apologize to you, but you weren't complaining. It was the best night of your life.

Finally, after a few months, Miguel offered to have you move in with him. You were hesitate, but after some reassuring, you agreed. You were currently in your shared house, making a new recipe while waiting for Miguel to return from work.

"Mhm~ I wonder if my customers will like this~" You cooed, trying the cookies.

"Of course they will. You're the one making them," Miguel hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Miguel~ You're home!" You chirped. Miguel kissed your neck, his hands groping your tummy,

"Missed you, baby. Couldn't stop thinking about you all day,"

"M-Miguel," You glanced away, feeling flustered, "D-Do you want to try my cookies?"

"Of course, but I'll be enjoying my cookies later," He whispered, groping your breasts.

"Miguel~"

Miguel chuckled lowly, capturing your lips in a kiss before willingly tried the cookie. He scrunched his face up, still not liking sweets, but told you that they were amazing.

You chuckled towards him, letting him know that you'll make some dinner. Miguel wanted to complain, saying something about feasting on you, but you managed to convince him to shower. You couldn't help but smile, happy that you found someone who loved you just the way you are.

"Oh, (Y/N), I've been meaning to ask," Miguel started as he came out of the shower, "Did you give Spider Chef a recipe for a Spiderman burger that looks like me?"

"..."

Miguel sighed heavily, "It's a best seller." He muttered,

"Yai~ I knew it~" You cheered happily.

Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched you do your cute little cheer. You were defiantly going to make it up later. Miguel did think it was time for you to have little helpers after all.

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Hehe, hope you enjoyed~

Part 2 (smut)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi there! Sorry, I just discovered your blog and gosh I love knowing there are more people like you out there who LOVE the 2014 Ninja Turtles, so I was wondering if I could request something

I love your bayverse kids series, So could you write about Leonardo's children? Where on a patrol Romeo and Marcello argue about something while Gerardo tries to stop them to avoid drawing attention, but the two of them They ignore him and continue fighting, which causes Foot Clan soldiers to discover them and Gerardo ends up very badly injured And take him back to the sewers 👀

What would Leo say in this situation? Seeing one of his sons in such a bad state and how would this affect Romeo and Marcello knowing that Gerardo ended up injured by their fight? Would this finally be Marcello's breaking point and he would realize That he needs to make peace with Romeo?

In The Crossfire (Angst)

Children Series

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: This comes after the NYPD Special Task Force, Team 2, which comes after Romeo’s First Patrol, so if you haven’t read those, I’ll recommend that you read them first. Anyway, hope this lives up to the wait and what you were looking for! Hope you’ll enjoy💙

Ages: Romeo - 24. Marcello - 21. Gerardo - 18. Valentina - 8.

Warnings: Marcello saying Romeo has an odachi up his butt, cursing, threats with knives, description of falling from a roof and injury, fear of a family member getting hurt.

“You know, when dad said “watch out for any suspicious activities”, I don’t think he meant “watch every passing stranger like a privacy hating hawk”, Marcello said, mocking his older brother, who sat perched on the edge of the building, watching the human and cars pas on the street below. This made Gerardo let out a stifled chuckle as Romeo shot his brother a glaring look.

“You know exactly what dad meant. Purple Dragons and Foot members have been spotted not too far away, meaning that any person walking down there could be one of them”, Romeo said. “Now, be useful and help me show Gerardo how a patrol actually works.

Marcello let out an annoyed sound, rolling his eyes, before giving Gerardo a well known look. The kind of look Marcello would give his younger brother, to let him know that he found that their brother was acting bitchy. The same look that would make Gerardo smile and chuckle.

Today was a somewhat special day for Gerardo. Having turned 18 not many days ago, today was Gerardo’s first time being on patrol with his brother. Yesterday he had half a patrol with his father and uncles, getting a feel for the radios, the codes and the police radio. He even got to meet the chief inspector. But with that meeting also came some interesting news. With the addition of Gerardo and his cousin Luis, the NYPD Special Task Force, Team 2 was disbanded. Instead there would be three smaller teams; Team Green, being Joan, Galileo and Minerva, Team Small Orange, being Sunny and Luis, who would be tasked with smaller special tasks, and Team Blue, with Romeo, Marcello and Gerardo. The idea was that once their youngest siblings was old enough, Team Green could be split into Red and Purple, making it much easier to cover ground throughout New York City.

That news had been taken differently by the cousins. Joan and Sunny were excited to be leading their own teams, with even Galileo looking forward to the day his sisters were old enough to patrol. Romeo didn’t seem to have anything against it. His position as a team leader didn’t change much, and now he would have a smaller team to look out for, making things much easier. Or so he thought. Because not much to anybody’s surprise, Marcello wasn’t too happy about the news. Sure he had found his brother annoying while he was a leader of Team 2, but at least he had his cousins around to keep them company. But now, he was stuck with both of his brothers for several hours on end. And he would make it absolutely clear how he felt about that.

Reluctantly, Marcello got up from the roof, before taking a seat on the roof edge, in an exaggerated perched position, obviously making fun of Romeo. Gerardo, who had been following, stopped in his tracks when he saw this, staying a few steps away, as he knew exactly what was about to happen. Having lived 18 years with these two, nothing they said or did came as a surprise to Gerardo anymore. But he knew better than get in the way when his older brothers were having a hissy fit.

“Now, watch this Gerardo and listen to your elders as they always know better. Because this is the only way to do a patrol, and if anybody is telling you otherwise, they’re wrong. No debate, just wrong”, Marcello said in a mockingly loud voice, obviously trying to mimic how Romeo spoke when he was “leading”. Of course this got a side eye from Romeo, who knew exactly what Marcello was trying to do. But as Romeo always did, he liked to believe that his annoyance and anger wouldn’t get the better of him, and that he would let Marcello’s words fly with the wind. But somehow, Marcello always managed to say something that would push Romeo’s buttons, just the way Marcello had wanted it to happen.

“You sit like this, feet together, on your toes, ass never touching the seat. We like to say it’s so that we can jump into action immediately when that guy down on the street, suddenly starts throwing people around, yelling that he is in fact a member of the Purple Dragons. In actuality it’s because Romeo can’t sit on his own ass, due to his odachi being rammed so far up his-!”

“Will you shut it and focus for once?!”, Romeo snapped, removing his attention from the street. He heard a small slap, undoubtedly from Gerardo facepalming himself. He just went right into whatever trap Marcello had for him, didn’t he? Not that it mattered much now. Romeo was annoyed and was not willing to let Marcello make a fool of him during Gerardo’s first full patrol.

“I don’t know, ‘Meo, can I?”, Marcello asked, finally sitting fully down on the roof edge. “Or did I touch on something with that odachi? Tell me, how far up does it have to go for you to stay so stuck up all the time? Do you still have part of it in there?”

“Can you just shut up?”, Romeo asked, fighting the urge to push his brother backward and further onto the roof, just to push him. “We have a job to do!”

“We do? I didn’t realize Romeo! I thought we just hung around on a roof in the middle of the night for the fun of it. I wonder what I’ve been doing for the past three years! I thought we were looking at clouds!”

“You are so childish”.

“Me childish?! You are the one that keeps following around dads heels like you’re still four!”

As his brothers continued arguing, Gerardo sighed loudly. He kind of knew this would happen, but he had sort of hoped that they would keep it together, at least for the night. Playful teasing was always fun, but Marcello did have a talent for pushing it too far, and Romeo had still not learned to just let go of what Marcello would say to him.

With his brothers bickering now becoming loud background noise, Gerardo started wandering the rooftop, watching the street below, every once in a while throwing glances up and across the rooftops around them. That was when he spotted something moving a few buildings away. Something - or quite a few of that something - jumping across the roofs like… like ninjas. Ah crap.

“Guys…”, Gerardo called out, not taking his eyes from the black shapes jumping over the roofs, getting closer and closer to them. And the closer they got, the more sure Gerardo was of who they were.

But Gerardo’s brothers did not answer him. At this point their arguing had turned into full all yelling and name calling, only a short distance away from them actually jumping on one another.

Gerardo pulled out his kodachi swords, once he realised that the figures were in fact who he feared them to be - Foot members. “Guys!”

“If you weren’t so annoying all the time, then maybe dad would actually give you some of the responsibility you want so badly!”, Romeo yelled, anger burning within him.

“Or you could stop being such a smart ass and know it all and give some of us a chance every once in a while! But you don’t! Attention hoarder! You can’t take the thought of dad praising someone other than you!”, Marcello yelled, taking a threatening step closer to his older brother.

“That’s not true!”, Romeo yelled, doing the most childish thing he had done in a long time - pushing his brother. Marcello was quick to regain his balance, taking a step further in on the roof.

“You bitch! You just fucking pushed me! And you call me fucking childish!”

“Mind your own fucking business and don’t get in my face!”

“That makes no fucking sense, you fucking-!”

“GUYS!!”, Gerardo yelled, this time cutting directly through his brothers arguing, drawing their attention in his direction. The sight that meet them was shocking. Before them stood a crowd of Foot Ninjas, taking up half of the roof. And before them stood Gerardo with a knife to his throat, his own kodachi swords scattered on the roof, his arms held behind his back, by a person, who’s eyes - the only feature of their face that wasn’t covered by a mask - seemed strangely familiar to the two brothers. Eyes that Marcello recognized instantly. Eyes that had made him stay awake at night with a strange feeling in his stomach. Eyes that had made Romeo rage ever since his first patrol.

“You!”, Romeo exclaimed, reaching for his odachi, only to stop when the woman before then tucked at Gerardo’s arms.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you”, she said, that familiar voice once again evoking that strange feeling in Marcello’s insides. “I didn’t know you two had another brother. Makes one wonder how many of you are hiding out there”.

“Let him go”, Marcello said, making sure to stare her directly into her eyes, feeling the tension as she stared back.

“You and what army?”, she asked. “Last time I checked it was only the two of you, too busy arguing like children, to notice any of us”.

“What do you want?”, Romeo asked, his mind racing to find a solution to the pickle they found themself in. How on earth was he going to save his brother?

“From you? Not much”, she said. “Just for you guys to look away while we pass through”.

“We can’t do that”, Romeo said.

“That’s not going to board great for your brother”, the woman said, nodding towards the terrorfied Gerardo. “Let us pass through, or he gets the knife”.

“You won’t do that”, Marcello suddenly said, ignoring Romeo’s calls for him to shut up. “Kill him and you will have all of us on your heels”. The woman didn’t answer, however her eyes stayed on Marcello, her hand and knife unmoving. “You know who our father and uncles are, don’t you? As a member of the Foot, you know about the time our family kicked your masters ass, don’t you? You know, before an alien tricked him. Same alien our family also kicked out of the dimension”.

“Shut up”, she snared, her hand shaking ever so slightly, and for the first time ever, Marcello saw something in her eyes. Unsurity. This even seemed to surprise Romeo.

“But you know I’m right. Hollow threats won’t get you far. So let our brother go, and you save yourself a lot of trouble”.

For a moment, the woman fell silent. Marcello was right and she knew it. He and his brothers just seemed to get more and more annoying whenever she ran into them, and it was slowly becoming a thorn in her side.

“You’re right, I can’t kill your brother”, she said, dropping the knife, letting it fall to the surface beneath them, letting Gerardo draw a small sigh of relief. “But I can do this”.

It happened so fast. So fast that neither Romeo or Marcello could react before it happened. The woman and a few of the Foot Ninjas grabbed a hold of Gerardo, before launching him off of the side of the roof, sending him in a fast fall towards the alleyway beneath with a loud scream of terror.

The two brothers let out a row of nos, calling for their brother as they ran to the side of the roof, making their way down to the alleyway in a hurry, giving the Foot Ninjas the free passage they were looking for, as they disappeared over the roofs.

In the alleyway they would Gerardo motionless in a pile of discarded trash bags, that had only provided him with very little cushioning from the fall. Romeo and Marcello were on him in a hurry, calling out his name, only getting small sounds of pain as answers.

“Call dad!”, Romeo yelled as he held Gerardo’s head against him, using his legs to slide under him, in order to prop him up a little. “Call uncle Donnie!” And Marcello did, faster than he had ever done anything else.

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The tension was thick in the lair, as Romeo and Marcello sat on the couch in silence, head in hands and knees bouncing, as they waited for you, Leo and Donnie to come and tell them how Gerardo was doing. If he was going to make it. The absolute terror on Leo’s face when he and the others came to find Romeo and Marcello holding onto their brother in the trash, and your screams of “what happened?! What happened?!”, was echoing through their heads.

Splinter, their now very old grandfather sat with them in their silence. Though the tension was thick, he was somehow a calming presence in their life. One they very much needed right now. The only thing that could be heard was 8 year old Valentina’s voice in the kitchen, every once in a while asking Raph and Mikey what was going on. Both Romeo and Marcello almost broke down when they heard her ask them what had happened.

Their cousins had retreated with their mothers, giving Leo’s children the space they needed through this horrible waiting time.

It felt like an eternity, before Leo finally came out of the needle room. Romeo and Marcello stood up immediately, watching their father with wide eyes, trying to read his expression as he walked towards them.

“How is he?”, Romeo asked, Marcello almost holding his breath as they waited for an answer.

“He’s okay”, Leo said, his sons immediately deflating onto the couch in relief. “He had a pretty bad head injury along with a few broken bones. Your mother is probably going to stay with him most of the night. She’s pretty shaken up”.

“Is he awake?”, Marcello asked.

“No, he’s pretty exhausted. He was already sleeping when I left”, Leo said, before turning his attention towards his father. “Dad, will you tell Valentina her brother is going to be okay? I�� need to talk to my sons”.

Splinter gave his oldest son an understanding smile, before getting up from his seat and making his way towards the kitchen. Leo took a seat on the couch, where he began to rub the bridge of his snout, seeming tired and stressed, as his two oldest sons watched him in silence.

“This has been going on for years”, Leo sighed. “You’re grown men now, but this is still happening. Why do you continue to do these kinds of things?” Marcello and Romeo continued to sit in silence, letting Leo’s words settle in. “You two have always fought, and I’m sorry if I have done something that made you feel unequal, but it cannot continue like this. Your brother just got gravely injured, even after he tried to warn you. A warning you didn’t hear, because you two decided to argue, instead of helping your brother on his first patrol”.

“We’re sorry”, Romeo said, both he and his brother avoiding Leo’s eyes out of shame.

“I know you are”, Leo said. “But this has happened before. I need to be sure that you two can keep it professional out on patrol, and if not for just the two of you, then for your brother. And your sister as well. In 10 years she will be out there with you. And I need you two to look out for them”. The dread of silence fell over Marcello and Romeo once more, letting Leo’s words work on them, just like they were supposed to. And so, Leo decided it would be a good idea to leave his sons for a moment to think and feel. “I’m going to check on your mother and your brother, and when I come back, I hope we are at an agreement to do better”. And so he stood up, before making his way back to the needle room, leaving Romeo and Marcello in thick silence.

The brothers sat on the couch, side by side, neither looking at the other, chewing the insides of their cheeks. It was like being a child again, having been scolded after fighting on the lair floor.

“He’s right, you know”, Romeo’s voice suddenly sounded. “We have to find out a way to make this work”, Romeo said, finally looking his brother’s way. “If not for us, then for Gerardo. He doesn't deserve that kind of stuff to happen to him”.

Marcello bit his lips, staring down on the floor with his arms crossed. He felt horrible. He felt horrible for the things he had said to Romeo, and he felt horrible for the position he had put Gerardo in. He felt horrible for making his mother so scared, and he felt horrible for making his father so disappointed. Though Leo never said those words, it didn’t take much to read it off of his face. Leo was disappointed with both of them. Not just Marcello, but Romeo as well. And worst of all, Marcello still felt horrible for letting that woman’s eyes have such an effect on him. It would undoubtedly bite him in the ass one day.

“You’re right”, Marcello finally sighed, looking Romeo’s way. “We have to do better for him”.

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 9

Yay!! Another chapter of this lovely chronicle. I really do recommend going back and re-reading a bit since it's been so long.

But in this we have Harrington Sr. being an ass, the most epic confrontation I've ever written, and Dustin being sweet and asshole at the same time. The kid has range.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Late at night in the last days before the school ended, they would climb up on the roof of the trailer and talk about their hopes and dreams.

Eddie had told him that he was going to try third time lucky to graduate. And then if he didn’t make it next year, he’d take the GED and walk away, ready to join Steve wherever he was. Not that he wanted to leave Eddie behind or the kids. But if he was to go to college, he’d have to.

Steve walked across that stage to thunderous applause, all his friends, the kids, Eddie and Wayne all cheering for him. Even Nancy and Jonathan had been there to cheer him on. But there, in the stands frowning at the people Steve had surrounded himself with, were his parents.

Steve knew he should feel grateful that they came at all. But he knew it was more about image and appearing to be the perfect parents than any actual interest. He saw them clap politely and then his father pulled out a newspaper and his mother fussed with her hair and makeup the whole time.

They took pictures with him afterwards with fake smiles plastered on and took him out to dinner to talk about his future. Which was all about joining the company and getting his business degree. Two things that Steve had no interest in doing.

He had hoped to get scholarships for college based on his sports so that he wouldn’t have to rely on his dad’s money, but that fell through.

He had missed the early decision deadline, because he had had his head smashed in. So he had sent the applications off at the start of the new year. But by then his grades had slipped due to the concussion and the letters coming back weren’t a good sign.

He would just have to try and reason with his dad about college and keep his fingers crossed he’d get out of this town somehow.

****

“These are your grades?” Mr. Harrington bellowed. “How are you supposed to get into good colleges and universities with these?”

The first week of June was not a good week, ever, in Steve’s opinion. It was when grades were mailed out and he had to listen to the screaming for a full week.

“I had that concussion in the middle of the year, remember?” Steve asked. “That set my grades back a bit. But I thought I would take a year of community college and build my grades back up to get into the better schools.”

“No son of mine is going to a state school!” Mr. Harrington roared. “And you can forget about that summer internship at the company! I will not have tell others that you didn’t get into a proper school.”

Steve could feel his stomach sink to the base of spine. He didn’t like where this was going. At all.

“You will get a job,” Mr. Harrington continued to menace. “I don’t mean some cushy life guard bullshit where you sit in some high tower, looking pretty, either. A real job. Retail. Build character.”

“But I already told Mr. Jones at the community center that I would lifeguard again this summer,” Steve protested.

“You go back there and tell him you have better things to do with your time!” Mr. Harrington shouted. “That new mall opened up. Starcourt. You’ll find something there.” He leaned forward into Steve’s space. “Do I make myself clear?”

Steve gulped, but nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Good.”

Mr. Harrington turned on his heel and stormed back into his office. Mrs. Harrington stood at the edge of the room, almost swaying on her feet as she would move forward to comfort Steve, but then would change her mind. Back and forth.

Steve pinched his nose and rubbed the end. He looked up at her with dead eyes. “He’ll keep moving the goal posts. You know he will.”

This time she did surge forward. “You know it’s not like that. He only wants what’s best for you.”

“Best for me?” Steve murmured, barely holding back the tears. “Or what will make him look the best? Because I’m tired, Mom.”

“It’s hard,” Mrs. Harrington said, rubbing his arm gently. “But come autumn he’ll see how well you did and maybe he’ll let you try for the state school.”

Steve knew it was a lie or whatever that she was telling herself more than she was tell him.

He pinched and rubbed his nose, forcing back the tears. He wasn’t going to cry in front of either of his parents. It only enraged his father and prompted mocking from his mother.

Oh, she hid it under the guise of ‘tough love’ but it was all tough and no love.

He thought of Wayne and Eddie. Of how they didn’t have a lot of material possessions but they had each other and their love for each shone brightly.

Steve held up his chin and nodded. Then he grabbed his keys and wallet, forcing on his shoes.

“Where are you going?” his mother huffed. “Storming off like that after a fight with your father is so childish, Steven.”

Steve turned to her slowly and blinked. “To talk to Mr. Jones about not being able to lifeguard this year and go job hunting at the mall like Dad wants?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re always so dramatic, Steven. I suppose that was why you took so well to it. Of course, if you had any real talent you would have gotten a more substantial role.”

He squeezed his hand around his keys, the ridges digging into his palm, as he fought down the bile that rose to his throat.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” Steve said through gritted teeth. He rushed out the door, careful not to slam it behind him.

He drove out to the community center and hit his steering wheel over and over as he cursed out his parents until he was exhausted.

He sighed and got out the car, making his way to front desk. “Hey, Janis, is Mr. Jones in today?”

Janis smiled at him. “Sure thing, sweetie. Just go on back.”

Steve caught Mr. Jones as he was coming back to his office.

“Hey, Steve!” Mr. Jones said cheerfully, coming up to him with a big smile. “You here for your schedule?”

Steve shook his head. “My dad didn’t like my grades and told me I had to get a real job. Sorry.”

“Shit, Steve, I’m sorry,” Mr. Jones said crumpling. “And there’s no chance he’ll let you do both?”

“No,” Steve said bitterly. “If he finds out I’m working here he’ll beat my ass. I wanted to come back, but I guess my dad had other plans.”

“Well, well,” a cruel voice said behind them, “it looks like you have an opening after all, Mr. Jones.”

Steve and Mr. Jones turned toward the voice slowly, knowing with complete dread who it was.

Billy Hargrove was leaning against the wall, arms folded and a giant smirk on his face.

“Looks like your loss is my gain, Harrington,” he said coolly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Story of my life since you rolled into town, Hargrove. You stole my friends, the captain of the basketball team, hell you probably would have stolen my girl if she liked jocks instead of tortured artists or some shit. It ain’t new.”

“You’re just bitter that I’m the superior you in every way,” Billy said with a sneer. “The sooner you admit it, the less heartache you’ll have, pretty boy.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “I have other talents, asshole. I can draw, I can act, and I can fucking swim. While you were out there fucking anything with a pussy that would let your scaly ass, I was beating records and making it to nationals as part of our swim team. You are just some washed up surfer in desperate need a wave. I am a swimmer.”

He nodded to Mr. Jones who had a smug smile on his face.

Billy was taken aback. “So you do have a spine. Huh. I would have never guessed it. Not with Max and Munson doing your dirty work for you.”

Steve got right up in Billy’s face. “I didn’t go after you, dipshit,” his voice low and menacing. Quiet enough that only he could hear. “Because I just wanted to graduate. But now that I have that diploma, I’m more than ready throw hands with you. Plus we all know I had you against the ropes until you cheated by smashing a plate to my head.”

He patted Billy’s chest and waving goodbye to Mr. Jones, he walked out of there, chin held high.

****

Steve had gathered somewhere around a dozen or so applications to the stores that surrounded him and sat down in the food court to fill them out. His eyes were starting to go cross-eyed when Dustin came up to him and sat down across from him.

“Dude,” Dustin greeted. “What’s all this shit?”

Steve looked up at him and sighed. “Job applications. My dad wants me to get a summer job.”

“But you have a summer job,” Dustin replied with a frown. “The rec center. You’re a lifeguard.”

Steve sighed again and shook his head. “My dad was pissed that I only got into a couple of schools and not the good ones.”

Dustin frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Is that because of what happened with Billy?”

“That’s part of it,” Steve agreed. “But I was really counting on a sports scholarship and with how shitty everything got I didn’t get a single one.”

“But you went to nationals with your swimming though,” the gap-toothed kid grumbled.

Steve put down his pen and planted his hands on either side of his applications. “Look, bud, I get that you think you’re trying to help or whatever but my team came in last at nationals. In everything. No scout was going to give us so much as a passing glance. No sports scholarship plus missing the early acceptance deadline and having to wait for regular admissions means that I’m on a waiting list for most of the good schools, didn’t get in to the decent schools, and my dad won’t let me go to the community college. So here I am doing the best I can, okay?”

Dustin pouted but gave up on pushing the issue. He grabbed the applications and began looking through them.

“Hey!” Steve cried trying to get them back, but Dustin kept dodging him.

He set down three applications. “You can put in for all of if you want, but I’d focus on these three.” Scoops Ahoy, The Gap, and Shapiro’s.

Steve picked them and looked at them. “Why?”

“Those are going to be the ones that kids aren’t going to want to try for,” Dustin said. “And you have to get this job because of your dad. These are more likely to hire you.” He pointed to the ice cream shop. “That one is your best bet.”

Steve nodded. That was one he had been expecting to get too.

“So when are you leaving to nerd camp?” he asked, taking the applications from the kid.

“It’s called Camp Know Where,” Dustin scoffed. “Know as in k-n-o-w where. It’s really cool.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That still doesn’t tell me when you’re going, dork.”

“Oh!” Dustin said, eyes wide. “Tomorrow. My mom is buying me the things I’ll need so I can leave bright and early.”

Steve’s expression softened. “I’m going to miss you, you know?”

Dustin nodded back. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

Someone called his name and he looked up. “It looks like my mom’s calling me. Good luck on the job search.”

Steve stood up and gave him a hug. “Have fun, okay?”

Dustin nodded and ran to catch up to his mom as Steve went back to his applications with a sigh. He really was going to miss that butthead.

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[ev7nescent]

AU Idea! Result of a song brainrot :) Also holyshit when did we reach 180 follows I think I should do an art raffle at some point.

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Ink's a renowned fashion designer-- a celebrity, if you will. He's designed outfits and clothes for every other famous person you can think of. And!! He also loves having his side passion- that started it all- on the covers of his magazines. He's a dedicated illustrator for his and for a few other magazines. And that doesn't count the countless times people have featured his art in books and places.

Error owns the company that Ink uses the fabric from (though he himself doesn't know it-- his workers scout the place for materials and it just so happens to be Error they find the best). Error has his own brand too, but it isn't as well-known as Ink's. Ink's the best, he's the second best. Though Error's clothes are renowned for their quality, he's often only known as 'Ink Sans's supplier'. You can imagine how much his pride has taken a hit from this.

"He's using the same clothes as me. WHY'S HE MORE FAMOUS?!" -- Error

Error writes his own articles in his magazines, just having an editor to function as Grammarly on a budget. He's written a couple of books too in his spare time.

And yes they're always at each other's throats (Error more specifically)

Dream and Blue collectively own a chain of restaurants. You know, spreading happiness and stuff. And Blue loves cooking for others...

Nightmare -well, his minions specifically help him out with his company. They sell electronics (Apple wink wonk). Nightmare's mainly handling the administrative work, and each of his minions own a part of the company-- Killer takes care of mobile devices; phones, tablets, laptops, computers... You name it! Dust takes care of all your music needs- headphones, mics and all the technical instruments, plus cables. Horror handles your everyday appliances. He has a fascination for the line of fridges he's put out that he guarantees to 'preserve food even if you're stuck with only a roof above your head and power is low'.

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It'll be centered around these skellies and their dynamics. [Spoiler: There'll be murder, there'll be smiles and there'll be insanity. Definitely a few scenes I'd recommend keeping kids away from.

@neverniko101 @bunningchaos @hahskeleton

What do you peeps say? Want a peek of who's fate is sealed?

[f1-stuff]

VICTORIAN CHARLOS ROYALTY ABO you have sent me into chaotic overdrive with that sentence oh boy am I excited to read that!!!!!!!! Thank you to your brain as always

Hehe I'm glad you're excited!! So am I... 😏 which is why I'm going to share a bit of it now!!! 😝 (sometimes, I simply can't help myself)

For some exposition, Charles is the crown prince of Monaco and an omega, Carlos is the alpha son of a Spanish duke (but distantly in line for the throne, which also makes him a prince). Their meeting has been arranged by carlos' father & cousin and charles' uncle, which makes this a sort of arranged marriage AU, except that Charles still gets to choose his husband in the end. Charles is almost twenty-one, and he's looking forward to certain freedoms that will award him. All of this was inspired by The Young Victoria (2009).

Behold, a 1.8k-word snippet:

Charles’ eyes scan over the chess board, carefully considering his next move. He can feel the looks of the rest of their party burning into the side of his face. He glances sideways to confirm his suspicions, and notes several people averting their eyes in a hurry.

When he looks back to Carlos, the other man is giving him a conspiratorial smile. Charles sighs, his lips curving up at the edges as he settles on moving his rook.

Ever since their walk earlier that afternoon, Charles’ feelings have...softened slightly toward the Spaniard. He much prefers when the man isn’t feeding him answers that he believes Charles will like, and luckily, it seems they’ve mostly done away with that nonsense now. There’s no doubt that Carlos is...handsome. Or that his scent seems designed to tempt Charles. But he’s smart enough to know that Carlos has his own motivations for being here, and that it would benefit him and his family very much indeed if they were to wed. Charles has no intention of finding a mate yet, not when his freedom is so close at hand.

As Carlos decides on his next move, Charles’ face begins to burn once again from the others’ returned stares. His jaw clenches.

“Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself? In a game being played against your will?” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice. It would likely be futile, not to mention that he would welcome his words having a shaming effect on their company. If only. 

Carlos’ curious gaze rises to meet his own. He takes a moment to respond, brows furrowing as he considers Charles’ words.

“I hadn’t thought of it. But I suppose so, yes.”

“I do, constantly,” he sighs. “I feel their eyes assessing me, their fingers moving me round the board.”

“Your parents?”

“Everyone. My uncle, brother, advisors, politicians... They’re all ready to seize hold of me and drag me from square to square.” He chuckles to lighten the tone, and Carlos’ lips make an effort to smile, but fall short. 

Carlos glances over at the others, before his attention returns to the board and he finally makes his move. “Then, you had better master the rules of the game until you play it better than they can.” 

His eyes meet Charles’, and they hold there, candlelight flickering within their depths in a hypnotizing pattern. It feels like it takes all of Charles’ willpower to peel his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“You don’t recommend I find an alpha husband to play it for me?” he asks, raising a brow as his rook takes Carlos’ pawn.

“I should find one to play it with you, not for you.”

Charles feels delighted surprise drip down his spine as he considers Carlos’ words. He’s never really...thought about marriage like that. It had always seemed like another prison he would be forced into. But if he were to choose a mate and a husband as an equal, someone who would play with him, like Carlos suggests...

They continue playing for a moment in silence, as Charles decides how to respond, but he’s been thrown off slightly, Carlos proving once again to be unexpected.

“You know, my father wants me to marry King Torger’s nephew, George.” He sees the flicker of distaste that flashes across Carlos’ face, and has to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Hm,” Carlos grunts, picking up his bishop. “What’s he like at chess?” He knocks Charles’ pawn aside, then looks up and grins.

Charles stifles a laugh, glancing over at his family. His uncle and mother are smiling contentedly down at their laps, his mother with her embroidery and his uncle with his newspaper. Charles’ good mood dims slightly, realizing how easily he’s playing into their hands by enjoying Carlos’ company.

And yet he can’t help the affection and attraction that simmers within him when he looks back at Carlos and the scent of dewy grass and fresh oranges caresses his nose, so refreshing compared to the usual dusty stale air of the drawing room.

He wins their first game because Carlos underestimates him, like so many others. But Carlos requests a second match, and this time, manages to take the win. The excited buzz of a good challenge fills Charles with a restless energy that he hasn’t felt in years, and they play a third game, then a fourth, and a fifth. Eventually, as the others are beginning to nod off in their chairs, they decide to retire for the evening.

He’s just taken Andrea’s hand to begin his ascent up the stairs when his name is called out behind him, followed almost immediately by that damn scent. Charles looks over his shoulder at Carlos, who almost appears out of breath, like he’d rushed to catch up to him. They had already said goodnight in the drawing room, but perhaps he’d thought of something else to tell Charles.

“It’s alright, Andrea. Carlos can take me up.” 

Andrea’s eyebrow twitches slightly with displeasure, but he would never protest. He steps aside, Carlos taking his place.

“You’ll have to hold my hand,” Charles explains. “It is a ridiculous precaution, but Maman insists.”

“Of course,” Carlos says, bowing slightly.

He offers his hand to Charles, who takes it after the briefest of hesitations. It’s the first time their skin has touched, and Charles suppresses the shiver that rolls through him.

For a moment, they simply stand there, feet unmoving, as Carlos’ thumb settles gently over his knuckles. His hand is warm and large, his fingers slightly calloused, from riding or shooting perhaps. He holds onto Charles’ fingers just tight enough to reassure, but not so tight as to entrap him. It’s a delicate balance, and Charles wonders how he’s managed to find that sweet spot so gracefully.

With some effort, Charles forces his feet to move, and they begin their climb.

“Did you want to tell me something?” he asks.

“Ask you, actually. Your father - he didn’t join us tonight.”

“Yes. He is...his health is poor,” Charles says, pushing through the sadness and worry to give Carlos a polite smile. “We...do not know how much longer he has.”

“Ah.” Carlos swallows, and in his gaze, Charles sees the man’s love for his own father. His brown eyes dip at the outer edges in sympathy. “I am very sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“I would have loved to meet him.”

The sentiment makes Charles smile for real. He isn’t certain what his father would think of Carlos, but so far, there hasn’t been much to object on.

They climb a few more steps in silence, and only when they’re about to reach the top does Carlos speak again.

“I wanted to say that I may not entirely understand what you are going through, or just how much of a pawn you are feeling...” They pause on the landing. “But I know a bit of what it’s like to be moved around like a chess piece in someone else’s game. And I know a bit of what it’s like to feel as though your life is not your own.”

Charles studies him. He seems sincere, but it’s hard to imagine this alpha knows an ounce of what Charles has been through.

“Does your mother also assign someone to guide you up and down the stairs?” he asks, brow arched teasingly. Carlos lets out an amused huff, glancing down at their still clasped hands.

“No, indeed I do not shoulder that particular charge. But I do know how duty and obligation to one’s family, one’s country, can eclipse even your sense of self.”

That strikes a chord within Charles, who has wasted hours and hours of his life wondering who he really is beyond an omega, a prince. If these things were stripped away, who is he underneath?

“And yet,” Carlos continues, before Charles can formulate a response. “I am finding my current duty to my country to be much more enjoyable than I had anticipated.” Smiles spread over both of their faces, and something giddy and dangerous alights deep in Charles’ stomach.

Do not fall for it, Charles.

“Did your father instruct you to use all your charms on me?”

“My cousin, actually,” Carlos admits, startling a laugh out of Charles for his honesty. “He also told me not to let your beauty distract me. Yet, I confess, I have never been so distracted in my life.”

Charles wants to roll his eyes at the transparent attempt to romance him, but all his lessons in etiquette restrain him. Instead, he presses his lips together to prevent a smile, not wanting to give Carlos the satisfaction. Unfortunately, Carlos is watching his expression closely enough that he notes Charles’ attempt and responds with a smug grin of his own.

For a moment, they stand suspended, hands still holding one another’s, both unwilling to let go. And to his slight shame, it is Carlos who ends the stalemate, bowing at the waist to barely graze his lips against the back of Charles’ hand, his breath warm and startling. Charles’ heart stutters, but he schools his expression as the other man straightens once again, releasing his hand.

“Goodnight, Monsieur.”

Charles is afraid to speak, worried his voice will betray just how overcome he is by the barest touch of lips on his skin - not even a kiss, really. Embarrassing.

So he simply nods, then turns and strides toward his rooms without looking back. It’s only when he’s almost through the door that he glances just one time over his shoulder to see Carlos descending the stairs. 

He doesn’t wait around long enough to see if the other man looks back.

His attendant helps him undress while Andrea readies his bed. Charles brushes a thumb over the back of his hand, feeling the ghost of lips there.

“Will my lord miss the prince and princesses when they’re gone?” his attendant asks.

“Don’t be impertinent,” Andrea admonishes. Charles just smiles to himself as he undoes his necktie. “That young man pesters you.”

“Please, Andrea,” Charles sighs, shouldering off his waistcoat. “After all this time, you really think I’m going to walk straight into another jail?”

He’s taking off his shoes when Andrea eventually responds. “You must marry one day.”

“Well, I don’t see why I must,” he says, shaking his head. “But if I do, it shall be to please myself, and no one else - not Maman or Uncle or my father.”

So what if he never has children. There will always be another heir somewhere. Sure, it would be dangerous to remain an unmated omega. But if anyone could do it and survive, Charles thinks a sovereign prince, with more protection than anyone else in the country, could succeed.

He’s not marrying anyone just yet. Not even the charming Spaniard with the kind eyes.

[bostoncreamdonut]

The Zaundads song recommendations you didn’t ask for but I’ve decided you needed! Here’s a total of 10 songs and their specific lyric(s) that remind me of Silco/Vander so much that I want to gnaw my hands off.

1. Back to the Old House • The Smiths

I would rather not go

Back to the old house

There’s too many bad memories

Too many memories there

I would love to go

Back to the old house

But I never will

2. About You • The 1975

I know a place

It’s somewhere I go when I need to remember your face

Do you think I have forgotten

About you?

3. I Know The End • Phoebe Bridgers

Either way, we’re not alone

I’ll find a new place to be from

A haunted house with a picket fence

To float around and ghost my friends

No, I’m not afraid to disappear

The billboard said, “The end is near”

I turned around, there was nothing there

Yeah, I guess the end is here

4. forwards beckon rebound • Adrianne Lenker

Over the Dead Sea, keepin’ you company

Thinkin, “I’m not afraid of you now”

I’m not afraid of you now

Pullin’ your face close, wanting the inmost

Show me I’m not afraid of you now

I’m not afraid of you now

Villain and violent, infant and innocent

Baby, both arms cradle you now

5. Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call • Bleachers

Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind

You were mine, but you were awful every time

So don't tell them what you told me

Don't hold me like you know me

I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow

Running through the halls of your haunted home

And the toughest part is that we both know

What happened to you

Why you're out on your own

6. Fable • Gigi Perez

Direct me to someone who gives me the juice and new rules

Someone to tell me we're not born to be mules in this

Everything, it contradicts

Hedges of prayer

'Cause you believe, doesn't mean that it's there, it's so rare

It's so rare that somebody'd look out for you

7. Scott Pilgrim V. My GPA • Mom Jeans

Don't go back to our old place it's probably locked up anyway

I bet it still looks looks the same as when I ran away that day

It doesn't matter anyway

8. Once More to See You • Mitski

Come inside and be with me, alone with me

Alone, with me alone

If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses

Then I wouldn't have to scream your name

Atop of every roof in the city of my heart

If I could see you

Once more to see you

9. Atlantis • Seafret

I can feel you lying there all on your own

We got here the hard way

All those words that we exchange

Is it any wonder things get broke?

Losing everything I've ever known

It's all become too much

Maybe I'm not built for love

If I knew that I could reach you, I would go

It's in my heart and in my head

You can't take back the things you said

10. Mis • Alex G

My baby's alright

She just doesn't wanna see me tonight

Not for a minute

Not for a second

She says, “Nothin' here for you to make right”

[howlingday]

Jaune, the half giant barbarian is sent to "Guard" the "prisoner". said prisoner has a crisis because they absolutely refuse to fall to the wildmans charms, its a matter of principle!! behind her we see master scribe ren in the cell, resolving to climb three quarters giant nora like a tree

Took me a while, but I had to find this post since it reminded me so much of this ask.

Also, I think this post is similar to this ask.

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In the mountains between the Kingdoms of Vale and Vacuo lies a city much larger than any seen before. Those traveling by land must pass through this city to reach the other side for safety. The Grimm who prowl the outskirts are hardy beasts, some capable of snapping up convoys whole with one bite. For this reason, the people of the city rely on the stewardship of the mountain-folk, also known as...

GIANTS

"Let me out of here!" The bars rattled. "Let me out at once! Do you know who I am?!"

"You are Weiss Schnee, daughter of Jacques Schnee, Chief Executive Officer of the Schnee Dust Company." The thin man replied. "You were caught trespassing into Titania and are now awaiting trial."

"You missed the part where I denounced my father and I'm trying to flee to Vacuo to get away from him."

"The Kingdom of Vacuo won't be kind to you." He turned away. "You're paler than I am, and I get a bad sunburn without stepping foot there."

"I don't care if I get sunburnt!" Weiss called back. "It could never compare to the idea of being under the same roof as him!"

"You say that now, but you haven't been sunburnt yet either." He scribbled on a clipboard. "We've already contacted the Kingdom of Atlas for guidance. A response team will arrive shortly to handle your affairs."

"They're coming here?!" Weiss popped her head through the bars. It was at this point she realized how big the gap really was. She could easily escape if she could just...

"UUUHN~?" A booming groan caught here attention. Looking up, she saw two statues glaring down at her... except these statues blinked at her. The one on left was the shorter of the two, grinning wide with teeth the size of her fist. There was a manic glee in its sky-blue eyes, as if it were begging for Weiss to escape.

"OOOGH." The responding groan came from the right, where the much taller figure of the two watched her. Its pillar-like finger was pressed to its lips, which must have been as wide as a coffee table. The gaze from its darker-blue eyes were more intelligent, as if it were studying her. If she were forced to fight one of the two, this one she was less likely to engage. She slipped back into the bars, and the giants returned to their seated positions.

"These are not giants." The man explained. "They are the children of giants." He gestured to the taller one. "He is the son of a giant, making him a half-giant. While she," he gestured to the other, whose face was tinged pink at his gesture, "is the daughter of a half-giant and a giant, making her three-quarters-giant."

Weiss blinked. "But she's shorter than him."

"Giants are a masculine race, meaning that while the men are much taller than the women, their muscles are more spread than their fairer counterparts. Jaune is a powerful warrior, but Nora could easily overpower him."

"REEEN~!" Nora bellowed. There was a blush on the man's face.

"Beyond this prison are the true giants, whose size and strength are what the legends tell of. If you value your life, you will wait here until your trial and then wait for the Atlas liaisons to arrive."

"And what if I choose to fight my way out?" Weiss growled.

"You are welcome to try, but-" Before Ren could finish, there was an earthquake that shook Weiss off her feet. Ren, however, remained standing, even while a massive greathammer, the size of a one-plane hangar, buried itself into the ground. At the end of the hammer was the furious face of Nora, teeth grit in indignation. Weiss shivered at such rage. "I wouldn't recommend it." He looked to his clipboard. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other duties to attend to."

With that, he turned to the exit, Nora's hammer lifting from the ground and out of his way. She huffed, her large nostrils flaring like industrial vents. Weiss looked to Jaune, who was still staring at her, and noticed the massive sword close to him. She gulped at him.

"JAAAUNE." Nora bellowed. He looked to her. "BOOOR DUUUN VAAAR."

"OOOBOOOR NOOORAAA." Jaune covered his face with his massive palm. "TOOOR VEEEN SHAAAL."

Nora looked to Weiss, then to Jaune. She belted a thunderous laugh at him. His other hand pounded the floor, making Weiss unsteady. She caught herself on the bars, listening as the two continued to speak in Giant. It was an old language, as old as the world itself, and one she didn't know how to speak.

"Do either of you speak Common Valian?" The two giant-kin looked to her, then looked to each other.

"ME." Jaune placed a hand to his chest. "NOT GOOD."

"Good." She sighed. "Please, I need to escape! My father cannot be allowed to collect me! If he does-"

"STOP." Jaune held out his hand, and it almost felt like a gust wind pushed against her. "TOO..." He paused. "FAST."

"Oh..." Weiss pursed her lips, blushing a bit. "I... go! Else... Dad... Take me!"

"DAD. BAD?" At this, Weiss' eyes lit up.

"Yes! Yes! Very bad! Very, very bad!"

Jaune looked to Nora. "DAD..." Jaune clenched his fist, flaring his nostrils. "GOOOM DOOOR SHUUUN."

Nora looked to Jaune, narrowing her eyes, then looked to Weiss. She then looked to Jaune with a grin. "BOOOR DUUUN VAAAL~!" He clenched his fist again. He was about to pound the ground again.

"WAIT!" Weiss called to Jaune. He looked to her. "Me... Help... Uh..." She looked to Nora. "Her... With... Ren!" At this, Nora rolled to in front of the cage, the anger in her eyes revitalized tenfold. Weiss looked to Jaune for help.

"NOOORAAA. YUUUN NOOOR REEEN."

Nora looked to Jaune. "NOOO?" Weiss heart sunk as she dismissed the request. Weiss really was trapped here, and she could almost cry about it.

"SHE." Jaune said to Weiss. "WANT. HOW."

"How?" Weiss blinked. "Uh, well, um..." Nora scowled at Weiss. Nora was much larger than her, but looking past the size, Weiss could see a girl's attire to her. If this was what giants liked, then it must be cute, right? "Uh... Help. Clothes?" Weiss offered.

"NOOOR VEEEN." Jaune translated.

Nora sat up, looking at her clothes. She then got angry, growling. "NOOORAAA VEEEN POOON."

"CLOTHES FINE." Jaune said.

"Okay, uh..." Weiss pursed her lips, looking over Nora. Her hands were rough and calloused, likely from being her experience as a guard. Maybe something with her hands? "Maybe... Help... Hands?"

"NOOR KROOOSH?"

"NOOORAAA KROOOSH POOON." She snorted. She splayed her fingers at the bar. "JAAAM KOOOR?"

"HANDS FINE." Jaune translated, gulping. "UNLESS WANT SEE."

This was getting worse and worse. If Weiss flubbed up the negotiations one more time, she would have to see her father, unless of course Nora decided to present his daughter to him in a fine paste before that. She was helping Nora with Ren, but how? What would she be able to help her with.

"Nora..." Weiss gulped. "Nora... Nora..."

"NOOORAAA NOOO RAAAA."

"WAIT! NONONONO!" Weiss was two seconds from becoming a Weiss-cake, so she covered her head.

"NOOO RAAA NOOO?" Nora asked.

"Huh?" She looked to Jaune, who looked just as confused as Weiss.

"HOW TALK HOW?" He repeated.

"Oh, uh... I could... teach you... Valian Common!" She looked to Jaune, who was still trying to catch up. She sighed then tried again. "Me. Help. Talk... Me!"

"TEEEM NOOOR RAAA TEEEM."

"Talk... Like... Ren!"

"RAAA HOOOB REEEN."

Nora was quiet for a moment, then nodded. Okay, the hard part was over. Now she just had to teach a three-quarters-giant the intricacies of speaking Valian Common. Great.

"NOOO RAAA EEEM?" Nora asked.

Jaune blushed. "HOW... TALK..." He grunted. "HOW... TALK... BED... STUFF."

Bed stuff? It didn't take long to click together 'bed stuff,' 'blushing,' and 'Ren'. "Uh... Sex?" Jaune nodded. Weiss could teach Nora how to say something as crass, or she could be squashed like a pancake. The choice was hers. Unless...

"Better!"

Jaune blinked. "HOOODOOOR?"

"HOOODOOOR NOOO?"

"Say... good... about... Ren! You like!"

Jaune nodded. "IIISHOOOR REEEN."

Nora was quiet for a moment. Was she thinking of something nice to say about Ren, or was she thinking of how she could get away with the murder of the former heiress? She nodded before speaking. "REEEN SKOOO."

"REN SMALL." Jaune translated. "LIKE JORMUNGANDR."

Ah, yes. Jormungandr, the tiny snakes outside the city the size of freight trains. Of course. How else would these monsters be described if not by their clearly smaller size. Wonderful.

"So, something like he's cute?"

"REEEN SKOOO." Jaune translated back. Nora got angry again, judging by her flaring vent nostrils.

"Okay..." Weiss took a deep breath. "REN. KYOOT."

"REEEN. KOOOT." Jaune snickered at Nora, earning a smack from her. It knocked the wind out of him, boding well for Weiss' soon-to-be-flat form.

"REN."

"REEEN."

"REN."

"REEN."

"REN."

"REN."

Weiss nodded. "REN. KYOOT."

"REN. K... KR... KL... KYOOT."

"REN. KYOOT." Weiss repeated, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"REN! KYOOT!" Nora cheered.

"What's going on in here?" Ren asked on return.

"REN! KYOOT!" Nora cheered. He blushed.

"Uh, Nora... I don't think you understand what- WHOA!" She scooped him into her arms, pulling him into her chest. "N-Nora!"

"REN! KYOOT!" She rolled around, leaving him helpless in her grasp. "REN! KYOOT! REN KYOOT!"

"NOOORAAA! EEEMAAA!" Ren shouted.

The room fell silent as everyone stared at the couple. Ren pulled himself free, blushing. He huffed. "NOOORAAA EEEMAAA. GOOONB EEEMAAA. REEEN JAAAM NOOORAAA." He sighed, gesturing to himself. "REEEN SKOOO. REEEN GOOONB SKOOO. NOOORAAA RAAAG."

Weiss had no idea what was going on. Jaune held his fingers to his lips in surprise, his face red as a tomato. Nora was also red, her eyes shining with tears. Ren stood silent; his gaze fixed to the floor. It wasn't until Nora laid down, her nose pushing his back. He turned to her.

"REEEN OOOM SKOOO." He turned to her, and his chest was suddenly pushed by her nose until he was flat on the floor. "REN KYOOT." She pushed her lips to his face, smothering him. She pulled away, leaving a drenched Ren laying there. As he stood up, he shivered.

"NOOORA." He faced her. "EEEMAAA~."

Faster than Weiss could track, Ren moved, tackling Nora and toppling her over. She could hear the sounds of smooches be pelted over Nora as she giggled and writhed at his affection. Weiss held a hand to her head, blocking her view of the kissing couple.

The door came open, a large finger curling it ajar. Weiss stepped out, looking to the very, very large man. He smiled at her and offered his hand to her.

"Um... No, thank you." She held up both hands. She walked towards the exit, only for her to be picked up by those same large hands. "Hey! Let go of- Mm!"

"Shh!" Jaune hushed. "No noise."

Pushing open a door with one hand, the half-giant man and Weiss left the cell, leaving the three-quarters-giant woman and her human beau alone to share their love with one another. Shutting the door behind them, Weiss was grateful to be out of her father's grasp but concerned about where this much larger man's grip were guiding her to. Speaking of...

"Ahem!"

Jaune looked down, noticing his hand was pressed against her breast. Blushing, he set her down and clenched his fist. Apparently, that was a thing he did when he felt stressed. Weiss was glad to be freed before his hand had the chance to do the same around her torso. No longer a pancake, but a ketchup bottle. Now she was starting to get hungry.

What luck that they'd arrive passing a mess hall at such a time.

[roofing-and-co]

How Do I Stop Being Scammed by a Roofer in Dorking?

Roofs are one of the most vital parts of your home that always remain at risk of damage. It is the part that remains exposed to various natural elements. As a homeowner, your primary task is to note the extent of damage and repair it without delay. However, you should be alert when finding a roofing repair professional.

Research Before Getting a Roofer:

When you go online to find a roofer in Dorking, you will probably find multiple options. While most of them will claim to be a specialist in roofing repair, some are too good to be true.

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ Homesick (bokuto x reader)

⟡ cw: sad kind of, lovesick type deal, bokuto utterly in love, comfort, fluff, lmk if i miss anything

⟡ a/n: this is based off the song homesick by mico. it was gonna be more angsty but i cant do bokuto like that and this song just felt right for him.

Bokuto, a star player for the MSBY Black Jackals, arrived in a samll coastal town on the other side of Japan for a weekend getaway. The grueling volleyball season had just ended, and his coach recommended some time off to relax and recharge. The sea breeze and the serene ambiance were a welcome change from the intense atmosphere of professional volleyball and from the life he has made in Osaka- he really needed this vacation.

Walking along the boardwalk, Bokuto noticed a mural in progress. A local artist, you, was carefully and thoughtfully painting vibrant scenes of marine life. Interested, Bokuto approached.

“Hey! That looks amazing!” Bokuto exclaimed, his trademark enthusiasm shining through.

You glanced up, surprised by the interruption but smiled warmly. “Thank you. It’s a work in progress.”

Bokuto spent the next hour watching you paint, asking questions, and sharing stories about his volleyball adventures. The connection was instant, even if random and casual. He just couldn’t get enough of you.

The weekend came to and end and instead of getting on a plane back to Osaka, Bokuto pushed back his flight back home another week. There’s no possible way he could leave behind the captivating charm of this small town and most importantly, there was no way Bokuto could leave behind you so soon. You have captured his heart in just a few days and he could only want more and more of you.

The next two days, you and Bokuto spent day and night accompanying each other. You were his tour guide but the only attraction he wanted to admire was you. Bokuto didn’t even care that he was homesick. The only other thing breaking his heart was you. Though he has fallen head over heels for you, he knows that he was just another tourist to you. Unbeknownst to him, you had fallen for Bokuto as well. The only reason you were treating him like every other tourist you’ve met was because you knew he would have to leave sooner or later.

The days continued to blend into nights, filled with laughter, shared secrets, and an undeniable connection that grew stronger with each passing moment. Bokuto, usually brimming with energy, found a new kind of peace in your presence. You showed him places that you cherished, from secluded beaches where the waves whispered tales to small cafes where time seemed to stand still.

One evening, after watching the most beautiful sunset on your roof, Bokuto turned to you, his golden eyes reflecting the fading light. “I think this place might be magical,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled, looking ahead as the final sliver of daylight went away. “It’s not the place, Koutarou. It’s the company.”

Bokuto’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to say everything he felt but was afraid of scaring you away. Instead, he reached out and took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he swears he could die when you didn’t pull away.

The end of the week loomed closer, and the thought of leaving became unbearable for Bokuto. One night, the two of you climbed to the rooftop of your house like you have been for this entire week, the moon casting a beautiful glow over the town and the stars sparkling more than ever. Bokuto has never seen so many stars at night but now that he was here under a million of them, he was sure of one thing; he can see stars from anywhere, no matter if there is just one dot or a whole blanket of stars, the stars will always be there. What he can’t see let alone hold anywhere, was you. He can’t leave you, not after the wonderful time he has had with you.

“I’ve been thinking…” Bokuto began, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to leave. I’ll cancel my flights, change everything, just to stay here with you.”

You looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “Kou, you have a life outside of this town. Volleyball, your team… You can’t just give all that up for me.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve never felt like this before. It’s like the universe brought us together for a reason, and I can’t ignore it.” Bokuto confessed, his heart pounding.

You sighed, looking away. “I like you, Koutarou. But you’re a tourist here. What happens when the novelty wears off? You’ll leave town? Leave me…?” you whisper the last part.

Bokuto felt a pang of hurt but remained determined. “This isn’t just a vacation fling for me. I want to be with you, for real.”

“I want to be with you too but I’m not going to let you leave your life back home just for me.” you say as you reach for his hand, squeezing it like you never want to let go and Bokuto neve wanted to let go either.

The rest of the night, the both of you sat in silence, not wanting to think about the inevitable departure. For now, you just wanted to spend as much time with each other as possible. You’ll face the heartbreak when the time comes.

The time came sooner than either of you wanted. The next two days were a blur, and now it was the final night. Bokuto couldn’t sleep, so he wandered to the beach, the waves crashing against the shore. His thoughts were a turbulent mix of longing and uncertainty, mirroring the sea in front of him.

As he sat on the damp sand, staring out at the horizon, he heard footsteps approaching. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was you.

“You’re really leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” you asked softly, your voice barely audible above the waves.

Bokuto turned, tears already threatening to spill from his eyes. “I don’t want to, but I don’t know what to do. I want to stay, but I also don’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for.”

You sat beside him, close enough for your shoulders to touch. The warmth of your presence was a sharp but nice contrast to the cool night air. “It’s not about being ready or not. It’s about what’s realistic. You have a life in Osaka, a career. I don’t want to hold you back.”

Taking a deep breath, Bokuto placed his forehead on your temple. “I love you. I’d stay if you wanted me to. Just tell me what you want.”

You lifted his head with a soft guide of your hand and looked into Bokuto’s eyes, finally letting your guard down. “I love you too, Koutarou. But I’m scared.” You admit, voice trembling, “ But let’s try to make this work, even if it’s long-distance for now.”

Bokuto felt a mixture of relief and sadness. He knew this wasn’t the perfect solution, but it was a start. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands. “Okay then, we’ll make it work. I promise. I’ll come back as often as I can, and we’ll figure it out together.”

You leaned into his touch, tears glistening in your eyes. “Sounds like a deal.” and like with any deal, you seal it. You seal it with your first kiss and the both of you could feel the sparks and when you pulled away, that’s when you knew that this would all work out. 

The two of you sat there for a while, holding each other, finding solace in the shared promise of a future together. The waves continued their timeless dance, a silent witness to your heartfelt promises.

The next morning, the town seemed unusually quiet. The usual bustling sounds of the market and the chatter of locals were hushed, as if the town itself knew it was a day of parting. Bokuto’s bags were packed and ready, but his heart was anything but.

You stood together at the train station, waiting for the train to the airport, the platform nearly deserted. Bokuto held your hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I’ll be back soon,” Bokuto said, his voice filled with emotion. “And we’ll talk every day. Promise me you’ll visit Osaka when you can. Hell, I’ll even pay for your ticket.” A chuckle escapes from his lips, a chuckle you’ve learned to love, and you felt the tiniest bit more at ease.

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I promise. Take care of yourself, Koutarou. I’ll miss you.”

With one final kiss, Bokuto boarded the train. He found a seat by the window, watching as the town and you slowly faded into the distance. His heart ached, but there was also a sense of hope. This wasn’t the end, and you both knew it wasn’t.

A few months later, Bokuto returned to the town. This time, he was greeted by you with open arms and the same look of longing in your eyes.

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much, Kou.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Bokuto replied, “I couldn’t wait to see you again.” He laughed as he hugged you like he’d never hug you again.

So, you started a new chapter together, balancing your lives and love across different cities. You’re sure where the future will take you but you’ll go anywhere as long as you’re together.

[brights-place]

Here me out, clay x librarian reader

Clay X Librarian! S/O

Pairing: Clayy X M! S/O

Warnings: Fluff FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF, nerds

A/N: LOVELYYYY! I love clay so much he is so cuteeeeeeee funfact i'm writing this IN the library... it's my spawn point LOL

- You were a librarian and clay was a nerdy guy and enjoyed books so of course you two would be a good pair! - You were the one who introduced him to books when he came into the library while on a walk and you were there - He couldn't help but be pulled in by your well everything! your f/c skin and 2f/c hair! along with your cozy appearance - He gladly took the book you offered for him to read as he was sitting down in a cozy corner staring at you every now and then as you did normal librarian things - He came by more often and you enjoyed his company every time he would come by to the library he would join you and ask book recommendations as you restock the shelves - You didn't know who he was or his past so he was so happy to have a fresh start with someone new

- He’s a sucker for intellectual people so once you’re bringing up your collections of books and the fact you make regular visits to the library, this guy’s interest shoots through the roof.

- You two soon started to date after 8 months - He helps you restock the books and both of you hsare book recommendations with eachother happily - Viva and others had gotten to hear about you ALOT when clay gets love sick - if you cup his face and squish it he would do it back to you or he has his arm on your waist or ontop of your head to tease you - He likes to grab the book above you sometimes and snickers cause he likes seeing the face you make - Dates where your both sitting beside each other or cuddling and reading - He loves when you soothe and remind him that it’s okay to be funny and goofy in some moments - You tell him that you enjoy hearing his rambling aout nerdy things because you do the same thing - He likes to help you out in the library alot and enjoys watching you read to the children - When he sees you surrounded by a group of younger students sitting around you as you read a storybook to them complete with silly voices and all clay finds himself smiling. - he made you join his sad book club which you allowed him to create in the library - Clay may use to be the funny one but he’s definitely smart (HE’S AN LICENSED CPA PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME FOOL!) - he has that boyband moneyyy! so he buys you your own books that you wanted to read - You both are the perfect match together both nerding out together about things you both enjoy

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[mariacallous]

Drones, snipers, razor wire, sniffer dogs, body armor, bulletproof glass, and 24-hour armed security.

This is not a list of protections in place for a visit by the president of the United States nor the contents of a shipment to frontline troops fighting in Ukraine. This is a list of the security measures election officials in counties across the US have had to implement ahead of Tuesday’s vote as a result of the unprecedented threats they have faced in recent years.

Officials are putting in place the typical final measures to ensure the smooth operation of an election, but beyond checking that they have enough ballots and that machines are working properly, officials are now faced with having to monitor for threats and make sure they have done everything they can to protect themselves and their staff.

“Given the current political environment, the possibility that an event may occur has increased, and our election professionals have responded in kind,” says Tammy Patrick, a former election official in Arizona’s Maricopa County who is now a senior adviser at the nonprofit Bolstering Elections Initiative. “Efforts focusing on the physical security of the voters, election workers, and staff by putting in bulletproof glass, panic buttons, razor wire, and fencing are fairly common, as is the installation of surveillance cameras and systems, cyber protections, and training on de-escalation techniques and response drills.”

Nowhere in the US is the militarization of the election process more evident than in Maricopa County.

The fourth largest county in the nation, Maricopa became ground zero for election denial conspiracists in recent years, after GOP lawmakers sanctioned a bogus recount in 2021, run by the Florida company Cyber Ninjas.

As a result, the county has for years been putting increased security measures in place. “We're a fortress now,” Stephen Richer, the Maricopa County Recorder, told WIRED back in February, outlining how he had to navigate security fencing, metal detectors, and security checks in order to get into his office.

As the 2024 election approaches, the measures Maricopa officials are putting in place have been ratcheted up significantly.

Officials have added a second layer of security fencing to protect election offices, as well as concrete k-rails, which means election workers will be bused in from offsite locations due to reduced parking spaces. At the country’s tabulation center, every door will be fitted with metal detectors, floodlights will be installed, and on election day the center will be protected by a ring of snipers deployed on roofs around the building, election officials told NBC.

There will also be mounted police on standby outside the building, round-the-clock armed security, and drones in flight over the building, monitoring for approaching threats. The entire election office building is also covered in security cameras that livestream everything online for anyone to watch, a security measure that doubles as a way of offering transparency into its election process.

“The security and safety of our elections and those that help conduct them are paramount in ensuring a smooth election process,” Taylor Kinnerup, communications director for the Maricopa County Recorder’s Office, tells WIRED. “Since January of 2021, our office has increased badge security access, installed permanent barriers, and added additional cybersecurity measures based on the recommendations of law enforcement and other experts.”

The threats against election workers spiked in the wake of the 2020 election, spurred on by Donald Trump’s baseless allegations that the election was stolen. While the threats receded somewhat in between election cycles, they have picked up again in recent months.

WIRED revealed earlier this month that the Department of Homeland Security has issued a series of reports to government agencies warning about the “heightened risk” of right-wing extremists carrying out attacks around the election.

Just last week, the Justice Department’s Election Threats Task Force announced charges against four men for threats they made against election officials. “The fact that election workers need to be worried about their security is incomprehensible and unacceptable,” FBI director Chris Wray said in a statement about the threats.

Some of the charges relate to threats made back in 2022; as a result, election officials have been preparing for years for next week’s vote. Since the beginning of last year, the US Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency has conducted over 1,000 voluntary physical security assessments at election offices.

One of these assessments was conducted in Pennsylvania’s Luzerne County in late August, with officials from CISA and Homeland Security recommending that barriers be installed to prevent cars from ramming into the ground floor of the building housing the county’s election offices in Wilkes Barre.

“This is a measure taken to safeguard staff, the public, and the ballots,” Luzerne County manager Romilda Crocamo told local TV station WVIA earlier this month as workers installed boulders along the front of the building.

Crocamo also said the county had decided against using drop boxes because they could not adequately protect them. This week, multiple drop boxes in Portland, Oregon, and Vancouver, Washington, were set on fire in incidents police say were linked.

In addition to protecting the buildings where election staff work, some high-profile election officials have had to protect themselves.

Arizona secretary of state Adrian Fontes, the top election official in his state, revealed on Monday that he regularly wears a bulletproof vest after a series of threats were posted online and included his home address. In Adams County, Colorado, the county clerk and recorder Josh Zygielbaum has also been advised by local police to wear body armor after someone followed him home after a recent local election.

Zygielbaum recently told USA Today that he has taken the advice and now wears one every day. He has previously used militaristic phrases like “harden the office as a target” to describe his efforts to beef up security, which has included the installation of panic buttons under every desk

Tate Fall, Cobb County, Georgia’s election director, has also installed panic buttons that link directly to emergency services after a poll worker reported an agitated voter during this year’s presidential primary who was carrying a gun.

In some cases, new election offices have been built since the last election, including ones in California’s Los Angeles County and Durham County, North Carolina. These have been built with security in mind and feature bulletproof glass, security cameras, and doors that will open only with the right credentials.

In Los Angeles County, they are also deploying trained sniffer dogs to screen all the mail coming into election offices after a surge in letters sent to officials containing white powder, several of which have tested positive for fentanyl, a powerful synthetic opioid that can be deadly even in small doses.

As a result, most election offices across the country have Narcan kits on hand, and officials have been trained on how to administer the drug in the case of an accidental opioid overdose. Taking things a step further, in Durham County’s new election office, they have constructed a dedicated mail-sorting room that features a separate exhaust system to prevent potentially hazardous substances contaminating the rest of the office.

“Election workers now need to be experts in security, cybersecurity, public health, and public relations, while handling drastically more information requests and recounts,” Adam Hinds, former Massachusetts state senator and current CEO of the nonprofit Edward M. Kennedy Institute, tells WIRED. “One problem is they are already stretched in terms of funding and resources. As election administration receives more attention, our election workers deserve the resources necessary.”

[panimoonchild]

In the democratic world is "Never again", in the Russian world - "We can and will proudly repeat"

Attacked electricity generation and transmission facilities in Poltava, Kirovohrad, Zaporizhzhia, Lviv, Ivano-Frankivsk, and Vinnytsia regions.

I urgently recommend you to watch Zelenskyy's speech. I was literally crying from the start. I even downloaded video but Tumblr once again crushed for me. I'm sorry.

Back to modern time.

At night, Russians attacked three DTEK thermal power plants. The equipment was seriously damaged.

This is the fifth massive shelling of the company's energy facilities in the last month and a half.

In the Kyiv region, 13 private buildings were destroyed and damaged as a result of the night shelling. Debris fell in four districts of the region.

In the Lviv region, the occupiers attacked a gas storage facility in Stryi district and a thermal power plant in Chervonohrad district.

An 8-year-old child was injured in Kirovohrad region. A critical infrastructure facility was damaged in the region, and 13 houses were destroyed.

At night, on May 8, at 02:42, in Kharkiv, air defense forces shot down two Shaheds in the northern part of the city. No damage and no casualties - HOVA.

About 15 settlements of the Kharkiv region were hit by enemy artillery and mortar attacks: Sinkivka, Stepova Novoselivka, Berestove, and others. Dvorichanske and Sinkivka came under aerial bombardment.

17:00 с. Kucherivka, Kupyansk district. A private house was burning as a result of the shelling.

May 7, 09:30 a.m. Cherkaski Tyshky, Kharkiv district. The roofs of two private houses were damaged as a result of hostile shelling.

Ukrainian troops repelled 16 attacks in the Kupyansk sector over the last day, including in the areas of Sinkivka, Pishchane, and Berestove in Kharkiv region.

The Ukrainian Air Force destroyed 39/55 missiles and 20/21 UAVs:

▪️ 0/1 X-47M2 Kinzhal aerial ballistic missiles;

▪️ 0/2 Iskander-M ballistic missiles;

▪️ 4/4 Kalibr cruise missiles;

▪️ 33/45 X-101/X-555 cruise missiles;

▪️ 0/1 Iskander-K cruise missiles;

▪️ 2/2 X-59/X-69 guided missiles;

▪️ 20/21 Shahed-131/136 strike UAVs.

Thanks to the Air Force, I woke up today. And I even had the luxury of not having to go to the corridor, even though my region was under attack.

Back to World War II.

Photos from AFUStratCom.

#Mordor On this day in 1941, representatives of the Allied Wehrmacht were invited to a parade in Moscow. World War II had been going on for 1 year and 8 months.

Modern time:

On this day in 2014, Ukrainian miners spoke about the torture of the Russian occupiers in Donetsk and showed a tattoo that was almost cut off by a light bulb.

Russia never changed. Russia never learned.

Total victory and liberation of Ukraine is the only possible scenario for peace.

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