#this woman must be stoped

[t-the-ring-master]

I went shopping with my grandmother at cvs because she needed stuff…. I told her my hobby of collecting plushies. I went to show her what a squish mellow was, and she wouldn’t let me leave without picking a plush…

So imma need help naming lil man right here.

reblog if you can so I can have more people vote because I got like maybe 3 people max who will lol.

[rebelssvy]

holiday hero party ✧.*

kirishima x reader

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summary: you meet red riot at a party, a lot of flirting, some back story monologue. bakugo and kaminari come make fun of him. you save him.

i love thinking about flirty but also himbo-ish kiri.. he’s just trying his best ♡︎♡︎

every year the hero association would hold a party for the top hero’s in each country. this year it being held in france. in your country your country you were celebrated, thought of highly. you gained the name ‘queen’ by some of your fans. choosing to be humble, you would laugh off whenever your nickname came up.

so here you were, finishing up your look. wearing a dangerous long dress that paired your skin tone well. pairing it with lots of jewelry. you looked stunning.

arriving at the party, you recognized many people. it was going to be a long night.

it was an hour into the party, feeling utterly exhausted. saying far too many ‘hello’s and ‘thanks you’s for your own good.

some what overwhelmed you made your way over to the bar you stoped dead in your tracks when you ran into a solid wall. looking up you realized it wasn’t a wall but a man..

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry!” you blurted out stumbling backwards to create space.

“no worries pretty girl..” he said staring down at you, charming smile printed on his face. looking up you came to realize it was red riot. you read the events that happened to his class in highschool and always kept track of him since. recently you saw that he saved a pregnant woman from several bullets just by standing infront of her.

you stared at him not knowing what to say. starting to feel vulnerable under the weight of his eyes, you chose to stand tall. remembering who you were you gained some confidence in yourself.

“red riot..right?” you asked him tilting your head his way. you watched as he wore a shocked expression for a minute before a smile replaced his face once again.

“the queen knows of me? i must be blessed!” he laughed out. you cringed at his words. you didn’t like that he thought of you like that, let alone that he also knew who you were.

instantly picking up on your change in demeanor he saved your conversation, “oh you don’t like your little nick name?” he chuckled out, fixing his posture slightly.

“no no i don’t mind it, it’s just i see you as my equal… not like my fan..” you giggled, suddenly feeling very hot.

“let me buy you a drink.” he said before taking your hand and leading you to the bar. you gasped at how charming he was. you felt like you were running behind him as he lead you with large strides.

as you sat down at the bar with him, you took a moment to take him in. staring at his body that was clothed in an all black tux, black dress shoes. if you looked closely there was red accents all across him. very minimal.

he caught your attention with his words “i am a fan by the way.” he said while turning to face you. his confidence shook you slightly.

“is that right?” you questioned him further.

“i saw you on the news in highschool… when you saved that bridge from falling.. is it true you did that while walking home from school? if it is i admire you for being so strong seriously!” he commended you with flushed cheeks. his eyes telling the story that you lived.

you took a second to respond to him, sipping on the drink he payed for. “well yea i guess.. i was walking home from school and someone had a quirk awakening on the bridge. i heard the explosion before i saw one of the beams coming down. i just kinda thought that if i had the power to save them, that’s what i should do..” you realized you rambled to far on and then grew shy waiting for his response.

when you looked back at him you realized that he seriously wasn’t joking about admiring you.

“that’s so fucking cool.” he said before changing his focus to the drink infront of him. as he sipped it you watched his adam’s apple move in his throat. slowly your eyes wandered to all of him.

you decided to make a remark, hoping to see where you actually stood with him. “ok this is going to sounds crazy…” you started. “around the time that i gained some traction from my acts, i saw you on the news.. when your class had all those things happen. i’ve always kept an eye on you since…” you finished.

the look on his face was priceless, shock and disbelief that slowly morphed into curiosity. questioning you he said “you’ve been keeping track on me?”

“i would be lying if i said no.” your drink making its way into your system, surging some needed confidence and energy into you.

“must be my lucky night.” he paused before saying “prettiest girl in the room keeps tabs on me..” before he took his drink into his mouth, eyes never leaving you.

you gasped at his words, suddenly you felt light.

“are you flirting with me?” you asked him with a giggle.

“yes. i am.” he said comfortably, stating his truth. “or at least im trying. im not very good at it.” giggling with you.

“well whatever your doing i think its working” you said reaching for your drink once again. only to realize it was emptied out. frowning slightly at without realizing.

“here,” he signaled over the bartender and ordered you a second drink. also getting you a water. his charisma was overwhelming.

“thank you.” you mumbled out before sipping on your drink again.

the silence over took you once again. you realized how easy it was to talk to him. you really liked him being around you. almost too much, a concerning amount.

“what can i call you? if i can’t call you queen?” he said leaning over to you, you felt the tension change slightly.

“just call me y/n.” you stated.

“how about princess?” he asked softly, lowering himself to your ear. you couldn’t form words. stuttering to a reply, you said.

“you can call me whatever you want.” you said, weakly. soon after your response you started cringing at yourself. bringing yourself to a giggle yet again.

“i’m sorry i can’t take myself seriously!” you laughed out, he laughed with you. “what should i call you red riot?” you asked him.

“just call me ejirou.” he said leaning back in his chair, you noticed his legs fall apart slightly.

you jumped in place when a loud voice boomed behind you.

“kirishima my guy! holy shit no way.” you turned to find a yellow haired man paired with the more popular pro hero dynamight. they closed in on the two of you. making their way to stand behind the two of you. you turned in your chair.

you noticed kirishimas face, it was full of agony.

“this is fucking halarious” the explosive one said. you knew his name was bakugou. but to be honest you were too afraid to call him by his name.

“what’s so funny?” you asked the two standing next to you.

“kirishima here has had a crush on you since highschool. so it’s kinda hard to think your sitting here with him at a holiday party.” the yellow haired once laughed out.

kirishima flushed at their remarks. you noticed all of it. they were obviously close to eachother.

“the queen and red riot, a dream come true.” bakugou laughed out. taunting his friend.

“this is so embarrassing.” kirishima shrugged into his hands.

coming to his rescue you said “well.. funny enough as it is. ive been harboring a crush on red riot for a while.” you shrugged nonchalantly.

bakugou and yellow hairs face dropped into shock. kirishima along with them.

“i’m not trying to be rude but me and ejirou were just about to leave.” you stood up and grabbed his hand. urging him in silence to follow your lead.

“it was nice to meet you two.” you said calmly before dragging him away from the men and to the exit.

after a silent trip to the coat rack and out the door. you finally made your way outside. the cold air frosting over you.

“you really are my hero, princess.” he said from behind you, you turned to meet his eyes.

“it’s no problem. and i meant what i said so.” you watched the air get sucked out of his lungs. taking in his expression, he really was handsome.

“can i take you out sometime princess? like without my friends coming to embarrass me, just me and you.” he smiled softly, praying you would say yes.

years ago this was your dream. funny how things work out like this.

“yes i would like that a lot, ejirou.”

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thinking about making a part two when you hard launch, maybe even starting a family. the worlds favorite hero family ♡︎♡︎

[lomlompurim]

What if instead of waking up in the mushroom body, sqq woke up in a doll.

Something something while lbh was away in the abyss, sqq without noticing offended a misterious (demonic-succubi-esque???) cultivator with a weird thing for making dolls. She had dolls all over her secret workshop that she very kindly let him into when she heard about the famous Xiu Ya sword being in the city.

What she wanted of him? Who knows, sqq couldn't bring himself to care. She probably wanted his money or try to steal his hair, the hair of those dolls seemed very much like real hair, although he had to admit the level of details on these dolls were amazing.

(she wanted to trick him into buying one of her cursed dolls and steal his life energy little by little, but got wifebeamed by widow sqq during their conversation about how talented she was to be able to make so many dolls, and without really understanding he rejected her with little to no emotion on his face)

So she cursed him, and since sqq didn't feel anything bad at the moment he thought it just didn't work and left, not sparing the curse a single thought after their encounter.

The rest of the story goes as usual, excep that after he self detonates his soul doesn't go into the mushroom body, instead it got directly into the shape of a doll in the workshop of this woman.

His first thought is thinking someone snitched the mushroom body bc wtf wasn't he supposed to wake up under the dirt??? Why this place smells slightly familiar? Like paint and humidity and floral perfumes?? and why everything looks fucking giganourmus?!?! A teapot should NOT look that big from his position....Oh no, did the mushroom body turned out as small as a squirrel? WhAT is happening?!

And then he looks at his arms and legs, and he has joints. White paper skin with joints in his wrists, elbows, torso, waist, knees, feet. And he panics, a lot.

The woman who cursed him starts monologuing about how she trapped him now, and you are mine, I made this doll specially for you master shen, this is my revenge for your insolence to leave me yada yada- Sqq stoped listening a while ago.

Somehow he manages to escape from this woman and now he is roaming around as the size of some apples. Everything is huge. Everything is dangerous, even the grasshopers! And this body is fragile! He can't feel heat nor cold, neither hunger or other things, but he is useless with no spiritual veins inside, and if someone is not looking carefully, they might crush him. And the way back to cq is gonna be a hell of a trip! But he needs airplane to fix this. He can't stay as a doll forever! He needs a mushroom body and then fly into the sunset far from this mess! Adiós! Goodbye! So his new plan is to infiltrate into cang qiong, look for that rat and disappear. Sneaking into some disciple's pouch must be enough to break in.

Something something it only had passed a few months since lbh stole sqq's body and everything is still very fresh. CQ mountain is a hot mess. Sqh frankly needs to lay down and take a nap. Lqg keeps figthing with Lbh practially every day and coming back beaten bloody, he has his king pestering him and a lot of paperwork to do, Lbh is a pain in the ass, Yqy is really close to snap and start a war with HHP, and he knows nothing about his bro. So yeah. Such a great time to be alive.

The mushroom bodies should had been ready, right? He must be alright...Yeah. He has enough already to keep him busy. Cucumber bro is gonna come out and stumble across at any moment. No one would bat an eye if he takes a nap, right? He deserves it. He is overworked enough for another lifetime, his head hurts, his bones hurt everywhere, a short nap should be fine...

Until he feels something small tugging his robes and a cold tiny finger poking his eyelids. But he doesn't want to. He is very comfortable on the floor of his office. Whatever bird decided to pick a fight with his face can keep trying.

"AIRPLANE, WAKE UP, YOU HACK! I NEED YOU TO FIX THIS! WHY IS A WITCH WITH ANACHRONISTIC HAUNTED DOLLS IN THIS NOVEL? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

That voice. That fucking annoying voice was of just one person and one person only. He opened his eyes, looking for the source of the unmistakable voice of his No1 hater, but he came across with a pretty porcelain doll. With a very ugly sneer in it's face.

"W-Wha-?...Bro-?!"

"Fucking finally! Why are you sleeping on the floor in your ofice?! I was looking around your bedroom like an idiot! Do you know how close I was to falling from your window?!"

-TBC-

[way-of-love]

Oops - (ONESHOT) (Miguel O’Hara x FEMReader) (18+ ONLY) (R- RATED)(SPOILERS)

Well, guess Miguel must really like mouths and you just enjoy giving it to him!

WARNINGS: Forced Oral; bondage; hate x love; sadist; threat of using… ALL holes; biting; smut; spit; bubbly spit; juices (: ; GWAK GWAK 3000

This couldn’t go on for much longer could it? He had to get tired at some point right? No man should have such strength or even stamina to keep this up for so long. Yet you always forget he’s not like any man. You lost track of time in this room, wherever this room was.

Tired and overly-sensitive, you bit your lip hard stoping the whimper coming out when you felt the tip of a talon pressing against the very tip of your overly rubbed clit. Your legs quivered and your body jerked from the contact. Torture is what it was yet it felt euphoric.

You were bound to a chair with thick glowing red webs bitting into your sweaty flesh keeping your legs tied, spread and your arms bound behind the chair. It didn’t hurt but it was uncomfortable to stay like this for hours. You weren’t sure how much you could withstand before eventually passing out.

“Enough! Miguel please!” You finally groaned out desperately tossing your head back.

Miguel stood in the darkness of the room, a sole light illuminating you were you sat and he hid his face within the shadows where his bloody red eyes glowed. And those eyes took in your sorry state with a dark satisfaction. And that satisfaction of his left you vulnerable, naked and bare for his dark devices.

He made you into this mess of a woman because he realized this was the best way to shut you up.

Yelling, scolding, trying to go over his authority when he already gave you a direct order. Yet, you betray him with your…free will.

“Look at you, que porquería.” He speaks quietly, cold with mock sweetness.

Miguel may have been close enough to touch you but you still couldn’t see his face. Clearly he was angry no, furious.

“Miguel… I know you’re angry but you don’t have to go—“ Your eyes widen and a shriek left your bruised lips when you felt him pinch your poor rose bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like a small little bead.

He growled in annoyance bracing a hand on the back of the flimsy chair you were tied to shaking it a bit as he leaned over your face. His brows here angled and furrowed, his eyes lacked that usual sarcastic dull shine. Now they were brimming with a fiery anger that seemed to light them up.

“You! Have pissed me off for the last fucking TIME Y/N.” He sneered down at you, seething in anger as he continued to roll your clit between your forced parted thighs. Your eyes squeezed shut as a breathy moan left you.

You’ve both been at this for hours, and he still hasn’t eased off of you. All because you befriended and defended that kid, Miles. Out of everyone who was there you called Miguel out on his hypocrisy. Putting all the blame from the collider incident on that poor teen all while calling him an anomaly. Yet, he never considered that the only anomaly was that Spot guy.

It turned into a whole argument, things being thrown at one another before he used his superhuman abilities against you forcing you into this room, stripped naked and tied. Of course you fought and bit but he was superior in strength. You were just human with a very big brain.

“I…I get it… but please,” You licked your lips,” Talk. Let’s talk please?” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and breathless.

You’ve begged him to stop countless of times before and each time he dismissed your pleas with the wave of your hand doing as he liked to punish you for your insubordination.

Yet, while you looked so pathetic naked and tied to the chair with with his webs bitting into your plush skin he realized he should have done this much, much sooner. Seeing you unable to move struggling to be freed from his webs stroked a fire within him.

Grabbing your cheeks with the hand he had behind your chair, he squeezes them until your lips are perked, and he looks down at them sneering,” Talk? I’m done talking to you.”

He then smirks and you see a small spark of emotion in his angry red eyes, a hint of lust. He gets closer and brushes his lips against your perked ones, “ Siempre estás hablando.(T:You’re always talking) You’re very lucky I don’t tear these lips of yours off with my teeth.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly at his threat feeling both excitement and arousal spiking slightly. If anyone else was on the receiving end of that threat they’d think he was being serious but you, God, you knew he was bluffing. Those fangs of his were solely for show.

He let your face go instantly making your head swing a bit to the side. Your cheeks hurt where he grabbed and squeezed you.

“Guess…a sorry is in order,” You mumbled with a hint of annoyance.

You look down glancing at your self. Sweaty quivering thighs forced apart and held apart by those glowing webs of his. And a pool of, no doubt, your juices he managed to get out of you dripping over the edge of the chair. This was embarrassing. Humiliating even. Only if you were caught you’d feel humiliated.

If Miles, Gwen or even Hobie saw how pathetic you looked in the hands of Miguel they’d no doubt take pity but you didn’t want that. You were enduring this for their sake.

Were you really? For their sake?

Even if it was for their sake… you still found yourself yearning for more of this…punishment he was bringing down on you.

“ ‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough Y/N. ‘Sorry’ is for when you step on someone’s foot.” He exclaimed coldly while he walked behind you. “This goes beyond sorry. Years beyond a simple apology.”

Raising your head you stared off into the darkness of the room of the room sensing his warmth behind you. His own cool scent of fresh mint, amrboxan amber and cedar wood. The intoxicating concoction of both his smell and sweat were driving you crazy stirring your insides like an aphrodisiac.

Your mind was going in the worst of directions the more you filled your lungs with that smell. All these ‘what if’s’ and scenarios of him and you with sweaty bodies meshed together in unison like a symphony.

Miguel always played you until you were at the peak of your performance. But you knew there could be more, there is more!

You sighed out a response,”Then I take it back, I’m not sorry.”

Defiance is considered open resistance or bold disobedience and it was something Miguel could never let slide. He hated when things didn’t go his way or when people never followed their written roles. And as of right now you weren’t following his regiment.

You could hear his deep sigh of disapproval, his breath falling over the top of your head. His bare hand sliding over your jaw cups your chin and forces your head back roughly. It makes you groan and wince from the force.

Miguel leans in lips brushing against your ear, “Tempting me is a dangerous game, you know that right?”

You roll your eyes as he let you go suddenly. Was he done? Was he satisfied with this punishment? Rolling your head a bit you felt his warmth disappear for a moment but he suddenly came back and your chair was tilted back making you squeal out in surprise.

The control freak tilted your chair back enough where your toes or the chairs front legs weren’t touching the ground. He tilted you back enough so you were crotch height and the top of your head had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting what he truly was hiding behind his blue suit.

“Oops,” He mumbled starring down at you with that unimpressed expression of his. You narrowed your eyes at him. Miguel felt no shame about what he planned on doing next or rather he wouldn’t be feeling bad about it. His thumb hooked around the frontal part of his suit waistband and began to tug it down. Now you began to resist some more when you realized just what he planned on doing.

“M-miguel… you can’t be serious—“ Sucking someone off was not new to you but sucking them off being held upside down like this would definitely be a first.

“Relax. I’m holding the chair,” And to confirm it for you he shook the chair where he held it making you jiggle a bit, “and besides, I think this is the best way to shut you up.”

You and Miguel have never had intercourse or even fooled around before these ‘punishments’ of his began. Was he really doing this to punish you or could he not hold in his own desire anymore? Whichever it was you watched him tug the rest of his suit down revealing himself.

It was long, thick and strong. God he was hard already as if he was waiting for this very moment; his balls heavy, swollen looking hung right above your forehead. You felt your wet cunt throb at the sight. Veins popped up on his pelvis just as thick veins decorated his cock, a very thick one was obviously noticeable on his underside and so was a thick one on his side.

While you gawked at his rod that shadowed over your face he smirked satisfied.

“You have such a big bold mouth. Let’s hope it’s big enough for this,” His voice came out thick and heavy with lust.

Looking up at him fully you licked your swollen lips, “ Then say please,” You looked back at his cock that hovered right above your face.

Miguel tilted his head as he reached for your face, the back of his gloved hand brushing against your cheek before he ran that thumb if his across your upside down swollen lips. By the looks of it, it was going to be a pretty tight fit.

“Say please,” He scoffs slowly sliding his thumb into your mouth. It slid around your bottom teeth feeling up each tooth, rubbing against your gums spreading and smearing your spit to your top teeth.

“Por favor? Déjame usar tu boca.”His voice came out in almost a whisper as he continued to play with your teeth and spit. (T: Please? Let me use your mouth.)

You had no idea what he was doing but hearing him say please in his mother tongue caused you to melt and nod your head without a second thought.

Slowly his thumb came and hooked itself onto your inner cheek pulling the corner of your mouth wider. He scooted forward and the very tip of his bare cock lightly pressing against your upper lip, it couldn’t enter properly because your mouth wasn’t completely wide open.

“Cmon, don’t play with me Y/N” He mumbled quietly in annoyance yet when you looked at him he looked nothing close to annoyed. The poor man looked restless, restrained even. His thumb finally slipped away and went back to caressing your bottom lip.

Oh, so he wanted this just as badly. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him wanting you and you denying him. Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t the night to deny him flat out. Instead you giggled against his tip.

“Mmmm, what if I bit it?” You looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eye.

He closed his red eyes briefly as if taking a moment to register the many outcomes of you taking a bite out of his cock before opening them staring right at you with his cold glare, “I’ll keep fucking your throat until you choke on both my cock and blood. Then I’ll fuck your other two holes, actually,” The corner of his lip lifted slightly as he looked out toward the bottom half of your naked tied body.

Your smile fell when he glanced right back at you with a heated, toothy mean grin, “All three of your holes, I will fuck until you cry. And even then I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”

You shouldn’t have believed him. Because it wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be possible… after all three holes? Your mouth which was about to be occupied; your pussy which would happily accept him; your ass which may need some getting used to but it was most than willing. Your third hole… was he referring to…that hole?

It should have disgusted you but for some reason, your body hummed at the thought of him exploiting every inch of you.

“You promise?” Breathless.

“Siempre.”

Your mouth opened and your tongue slid right out, he groaned out and made no hesitation to cradle the back of your neck while slipping his length right into the depths of your wet, hot mouth.

Salty.

Hot.

Hard.

Those were the words you’d describe the feeling of his cock finally sheathing itself into your mouth and his sack falling lightly over your forehead. If you weren’t still tied up you’d more than likely would grip the back of his thighs and force him more into your mouth. But he was in control.

Miguel gripped the chair tighter as he held it still and gingerly held the back of your neck at an angle to force more of his girth into your tight mouth. Right now your lips were already stretching and taking him in very well much to his surprise.

As soon as he felt that resistance he stopped pushing watching you carefully. You weren’t gagging, yet. That wasn’t a good sign. This was a punishment after all, it wouldn’t be fun if he was careful with you. Licking his lips he released a breath.

“You’re not gonna like what I’m about to do,” His thumb lightly ram over the base of your throat.

Your eyes opened and your brows furrowed in confusion. What did ge mean? Tied to a chair with his webs, tilted back and forced to give him a blow job wasn’t all he planned on doing?

Before you could mumble or indicate to him you wanted to speak he let go of the chair only to quickly use that hand to join the other in cupping the back of your neck. The chair tilted further back and you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, and your mouth tightened a bit around his cock. You thought you were going to fall to the ground and hurt your arms that were tied behind the chair but much to your surprise you did.

Opening your eyes against you peeked or tried to, to see Miguel but instead of seeing his concentrating face you saw his head tilted back and his chest rising and falling a bit quickly.

Miguel groaned out while letting the sweet sensation of your throat suddenly close around what little was in there around him. And your teeth, you bit lightly into him but it felt so… good. Tilting his head back down at you, you saw just how aroused he was.

This man wasn’t even half way down your throat and he already was ready to burst, “You’re… bitting. Bueno. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,”

Oh, you felt a shiver run through you. His voice was dark, breathless and filled with arousal. You’d never heard nor seen him like this in the past.

Suddenly his thumbs cradled the sides of your delicate neck, they only gentleness he’ll show you. His stance changed with legs spread further apart and the distance between your head and his groin grew a bit. You fisted your hands and shut your eyes bracing for impact.

When it came you squealed around him, well tried to. It sounded like you were drowning. His hips came in and out like a piston, forcing the entirety of his long cock down to the back of your throat. You tried to move your head but with his hands holding your neck your movements were limited.

Your body squirmed and jerked as he used your mouth with no concern for your safety. Balls slapping against your nose with each thrust of his hips.

It was maddening. He was going wild.

Furthermore, he was enjoying himself. His expression you could not see but you could hear his groans and hisses through the squelching, ball slapping. It sounded like music to your ears. He was in pleasure after all these years torturing you he was also torturing himself which lead to him finally snapping at you.

All these years and he had to withhold all of these emotions, these trivial feelings that made him want to jump at you every time you opened your mouth and defied him. The first time it happened, he didn’t take pleasure in it. He tested the waters and each and every time you spoke out the ‘punishment’ was more sever each time.

Alas, today was the day of reckoning for him. As much as he gave you, he’ll take back. He’ll rid himself of this silly attraction, this obstacle and shut you up for good. That way you won’t mess with his emotions, his plans, his life.

Groaning he felt you gag around his cock finally. And it made him slow down just to hear you struggle to take him in. Yes, just like this he’ll shut you right up.

Miguel hissed lowly, “ That’s it,” He looked down at where his cock was connected to you seeing the bubbly saliva wrapping around his thick length and your mouth.

“Remember this Y/N. Every time you open your mouth to say anything against me, remember this feeling of you choking on my cock like a virgin,” He spat down you feeling elated.

And you, with bubbly spit falling down your cheeks felt a hunger you’ve never felt before. Your cunt weeped for touch, throbbed to squeeze something that could stretch it but instead all it received was the ghost of him.

You had his fingers knuckle deep driving you towards orgasm after orgasm, taunting you every time you came. He was wicked. Telling you this would only get worse each time she defied him. But for some reason your body moved on its own as if…as if it was calling to him.

With lack of air you tried to fight him, struggle to get at least an ounce of air but your struggle was futile. Eventually he gave you a break suddenly slowing down and coming to a complete stop.

He was breathing heavily above you as he remained still keeping himself balls deep inside your saliva coated mouth. Slowly, he pulled back dragging his sloppy cock out of your mouth.

Once he was out you took in a loud gasp of air coughing a bit as he took a hand back to grip the chair and kept it tilted.

“You…will never go…against my word again. Understand?” He was panting and his cock was visibly throbbing coated in your spit. Miguel was holding back and you weren’t sure why but you weren’t about to find out.

You opened your mouth wide and kept your tongue out as an open invitation for him to continue, to release all of his frustrations onto you or rather in you. His hold tightened on the chair and the back of your neck seeing you willingly wanting to pleasure him.

“Mierda.”(T: Fuck.)

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So I made an AI based off this fic so let me know what you think and please let me know if it’s buggy!

[arctic-hands]

[Image Description: the above and following photos are of a very small printed out zine in black and white. The cover has the word "Missing" in big letters with a black background, and the words "current as of Dec 2, twenty twenty-four". At the bottom it says "a WhatsApp story". In the center are three photos in black and white, the top one showing a man and a woman, a second showing the same man and many children gathered around a table, and the bottom photo showing the family posing in the middle of a city street.]

[The first page of the zine, saying in handwritten lettering "She messaged me goodbye last Sunday." In the middle of the page is a screenshot from WhatsApp, showing the sender saying "I'm sorry, my friend, but if we don't communicate anymore, be sure that I will be killed, burned, hit by a missile that tore me apart, or die of hunger and cold." The next message, by the receiver, starts out "I'm so sorry this is" but cuts off. The second page shows a simplistically drawn "Breaking News" sign in white on black. The text says "Two days before, we were cheering the I.C.C. arrest warrants."

[Third page says the words "We, a world apart from each other, began to see an end to her nightmare." The picture is of a simple circle representing a globe, with a point labeled Me on the very left edge, and a point labeled Her very close to the right edge. The fourth page has a repeat of the Breaking News sign, this time black on white. The text says "Three days after, a ceasefire between Lebanon and Israel went into effect."]

[Fifth page shows drawings of crowded tents in various states of sheltering as it rains, forming water in front of the tents. The text says "But she's not in Lebanon." Sixth page has inverted white-on-black, with the text starting in a rain cloud and stopping in the middle of the rain. It says "I don't know where she is now. Laid out in the rain, maybe."]

[Seventh page has no picture, just the words "My therapist told me to have hope..." The eighth page shows a pen-scratched dark tunnel with a small circle of light towards the end. The text says "...but Hayam ran out of it. She told me if she survived the night, she would have a nervous breakdown."]

[Ninth image says "What could I do a world away?" The circle globe is filled in completely dark. Tenth page says "I couldn't even say anything meaningful back to her." The image is of another WhatsApp screenshot. The sender texts three messages: "Kids not stoped craying [sic]", "I am fineshed [sic]", and "I hope if I just die". The receiver says in response "I don't know what to say. But you've got to keep going a little bit longer".]

[Eleventh page is without image, saying "Did I have the right to say that?" Twelfth page shows two flags, one the year twenty twenty-four merging into twenty twenty-five, and the other a crudely drawn American flag. The text says "As of now, I don't know what her life is like for myself. As bad as it is, and as bad as it may get, I don't have her frame of reference."]

[Thirteenth page shows a notebook with a grid in it, made up squiggle words, and at the very end it says "Fuck everything". The text says "I haven't written in my diary since the election. So I'll write it down here. But even as I am a victim of what's to come, I'm still complicit in the now." The next page is blank, saying "What could I do but apologize?"]

[The back of the zine, showing a simple drawing of a boarded up door on a brick rowhouse with one boarded up window and one shattered window. On the door board it is written "If I must die, you must live to tell my story". Besides this is an arrow saying "Refaat Alareer, killed in Gaza twenty twenty-three", and another arrow that says "Actual graff in Baltimore". At the top it is written "Donate to help Hayam's family." And at the bottom is a typed-out link to a GoFundMe. End I.D]

Fundraiser verified by @nabulsi here, Hayam's story detailed here and here

@leieryx is doing art comissions in exchange for donations to the GFM here

I'll let you all know whenever I hear back from someone. In the mean time, please continue to help Hayam and her family.

(zine formatted and printed using the Electric Zine Maker program)

[sanskari-kanya]

Rashmika as Maharani Yesubai. Why?

Which bloody casting director looked at this thing and thought, ‘yes, she will be a great choice to play the wife of Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj!’

First poster looks like a commoner given a chance to dress up like a royal for a day and she’s psyched about it.

Second one literally looks like she is confused, scared as hell and regretting her choice of marrying into the royal family.

If you’re playing the role of a Maratha woman, you need an A U R A like this

Which Rashmika clearly lacks.

Rashmika Mandhana as Maharani Yesubai & and the same Rashmika thrusting her hips to the beats of Angaaron a month ago. I don’t call this ‘range’. I call this a bullshit casting. Because for the sake of god, her Hindi and Marathi feels unconvincing. She simply lacks the depth and cultural essence to play a character of such great impact.

“She isn’t Maharashtrian to bring fluent Marathi nuances in the film.”

So? What was stopping the makers from casting a Marathi speaking woman? Or even better, what was stoping Rashmika to take her role seriously and learn a little marathi? Because clearly, neither Vicky Kaushal nor Priyanka Chopra or Ranveer Singh are Maharashtrians yet they all delivered Marathi dialogues 100x better than this. This is not a language barrier. This is skill issue 🤷‍♀️

Now I must wait for 14th February to see if Vicky Kaushal and Akshaye Khanna’s brilliant acting succeeds in hiding this god forbidden casting and acting.

I hope this movie is a hit despite this because Sambhaji representation and calling out Aurangzeb’s Islamic supremacist crimes, really matter to me.

~Kanya

[backtotheshitshow]

Wood & Words (part 3)

Woodworker! James Potter X Princess!reader

Warning: ANGST!! Like ugh I wrote it and I’m tearing up. Kinda proof read. Also this is like a long one so…enjoy.

Part1 part2

A small knock caught James’ attention as he was cutting down the legs for a stool.

He immediately stoped what he was doing and truned to the door.

“You’re late.” He said with a smile.

“I didn’t realise i had a preset time to be here.” Y/n laughed.

“No but you’re usually here before nine..” James explained.

“I’m sorry I was with my mother.” Y/n said stepping into the wood shed.

“It’s alright I’m only teasing.” James laughed, he took a quick glance at her while he measured the stool leg. She was wearing a different type of dress today, not the same neckline she tended to favour.

He couldn’t help but take notice of how soft her collarbone and neck looked, and wonder how it might look if he were to simply grab her and leave a few small love marks.

“You seem in a good mood this morning. May I ask why?” Y/n sat herself against a barrel set near James’ work bench.

“Am I not allowed to be happy.?” He turned to her, trying to push away his inappropriate thoughts.

“Oh no. I much prefer the grumpy tradesman persona you have going on. Quite mysterious I would say.” She grinned, as she was taking in how he looked in the morning light she noticed a bandage on his hand. A medium sized patch of red had soaked through.

James began to speak. “I know you think your joking but I know that you-“

“You’re hurt.” She said immediately walking over to him and taking his hand gently, to examine it.

“Oh ah just a mishap with a saw. I’ll be fine.” He said looking down at her with a small smile, she looked adorable with her eyebrows scrunched together with concern. That fact that she was concerned about him made it all the more pleasant.

She didn’t trust that he was being completely honest about the severity of his injury.

“May I see.” She said looking up at him. He wanted to protest and tell her that it was simply and occupational hazard but the look in her eyes was begging him to let her take care of it and who was he to deny the princess of what she wanted.

He nodded allowing her to unravel the bandage.

James’s expression softened as his breath caught in his throat. His face flushed, as he stood still, letting her inspect it.

His expression was almost apologetic, as if her concern was misplaced.

“Really it’s nothing.” He muttered, in the past he would have simply just refused her help all together. But now he was in too deep, this woman had a hold on him, and his mind was telling him to let her have whatever she asked for.

She let out a quiet gasp when she laid eyes on the wound.

“Surely this must be painful, why haven’t you taken care of this properly?” She seemed upset at him for having such little concern for his on wellbeing.

James shifted slightly, embarrassed at her visible concern.

"It's fine, really," he lied as his cheeks grew hotter. James had never been one to complain, and he couldn't stand how upset she was... she was so cute.

He was so used to taking care of himself, so he rarely asked for help. Now he felt his resolve crumbling under this woman's concerned gaze, her gentle words and her soft hands.

“Sit down.” She said nudging him towards the barrel she previously sat on.

James hesitated, his face telling her that he knew he should, but his stubborn nature getting in the way. Eventually he acquiesced to her soft demand, plopping down on the barrel and letting out a sigh.

Y/n grabbed a rag that looked somewhat clean, and walked to the sink in the small part of the wood shed that look like a very old kitchen, running the rag under some warm water.

She can back over. “It’s very careless of you to leave such a deep cut without cleaning it. Do you have no regard for your health?”

James didn’t answer he looked away embarrassed about how angry she seemed at him for ignoring his own needs.

As she took care to clean the wound, James just sat there, staring at her, mesmerized by her every movement. She was so soft and delicate, handling him without force.

She was just about finished wrapping the wound when she noticed his staring and stopped. She couldn’t move under his intense gaze.

“Just…be more considerate of yourself please.” She said in a soft tone as she slowly lost herself in his eyes.

Y/n didn’t know what came over her, she as never this bold, but in all fairness she never did think to straight when he was looking at her.

She kissed him.

James's heart skipped a few beats as the Princess's lips pressed against his.

He'd been thinking about how pretty she was, being lost in her eyes for a split second before the sweet caress of her lips caught him by surprise.

He'd never been one to receive affection, at least not for years now, and certainly not this quickly and unexpectedly. His mind was a dizzying combination of shock, confusion and elation.

“I….i shall see you tomorrow.” She whispered and before James knew it she was gone.

……..

The following day James waited patiently for the princess’s arrival trying to keep himself busy.

It began to get late. James had spent the day organising the shed and sweeping sawdust. He was beginning to get tired.

After the kiss they shared the precious day it was hard for him to get a good nights sleep.

By the time she arrived the sun had already settled behind the horizon, leaving the shed only lit by lanterns here and there.

“Why have you come so late?” James asked. He noted that she was not in her usual bubbly mood the expression on her face looked almost ashamed.

She ignored his question

“I’ve come to apologise James. My actions yesterday were inappropriate.” She said stopping at the door.

James couldn't contain his shock. Was her kiss really a mistake?

"W-what did you say??" he replied. To him it had been a beautiful and romantic gesture, perhaps even a sign that she felt something for him.

But maybe his judgment had been clouded and now she was telling him she'd made a mistake. James felt his heart drop.

“Yesterday when..I kissed you. I’ve given it some thought over night and It was entirely inappropriate and improper. I hope you forgive me.” She looked away ashamed of herself.

James was speechless. He had been expecting an entirely different response. He had thought she felt some sort of attraction towards him and the way her eyes had blazed in the sunlight when they’d kissed had been beautiful and he’d been hoping to do it again.

But it seemed the whole thing was a mistake– a spur of the moment thing she’d probably thought about too late.

“W-wait, you’re sorry we kissed?”

“I…yes I. It was wrong of me to do so.”

James sat stunned for several moments as he processed what she’d said. Was she truly ashamed of kissing him? His eyes narrowed as his stomach dropped in disappointment.

Perhaps she had thought about the kiss afterward and then realized he wasn’t someone she was that attracted to. Was he not someone she found desirable? He bit his lip and felt a pang of sadness he hid behind a wall of anger.

“You wish we hadn’t shared that kiss?”

“That’s- not what I’m saying.”

James narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. Why was she backtracking if that wasn’t what she’d meant? What had she meant then?

James’s thoughts raced as he tried to read between the lines, trying to guess what it was that she was trying to get at.

“But did you… Did you enjoy it? Did you not like the kiss?!”

“I did, yes of course I did…but it was clearly inappropriate….im sorry I put you in such an uncomfortable situation. Please do not be kind for my sake.” She noticed James seemed to be getting quite upset.

James was taken aback and couldn't help but grimace at her last statement. She didn't want him to be 'kind' to her?

Did she honestly think he was just being kind? He was beginning to grow irritated at her insistence on claiming the kiss was inappropriate.

"What's the matter? Am I not someone worthy of that kind of affection?" He said.

“Oh course you are! I’m simply saying I shouldn’t have put in a situation like that.” She explained.

James's eyebrows furrowed and he felt himself grow angry and frustrated. He couldn't understand why she was so insistent on claiming she was the one at fault. James raised his voice in exasperation.

"I'm not a child! I can make my own decisions about what situations I feel I am or am not comfortable in and you shouldn't be the one deciding such things for me!"

Y/n was shocked at his outburst.

“I’m sorry. I just…..,excuse me” she turned around quickly as she blinked back a tear or two..

The way she was abruptly leaving now was angering James even more. What was she thinking? He felt his emotions boiling over and could not let her leave like this.

"No, you're not getting away that easily." *James grabbed her by the wrist firmly.

"You're not going to just leave and ignore this. You're going to hear me out."

James took a deep breath and tried to rein himself in. He was still seething with anger but knew that yelling more was only going to make the situation worse. He loosened his grip on her wrist.

"Look, I just don't understand why you're claiming it was inappropriate. We're two adults. We're capable of deciding what is appropriate and inappropriate ourselves.

You say you enjoyed it, so I don't see why you're so adamant on telling me it was somehow a mistake or inappropriate." He looked at her with pained eyes.

“Do you not think I am aware that you only tolerate my company due myself being the princess! I may seem bit ditsy but I’m not stupid!”

James's eyes widened and he shook his head furiously. The Princess didn't believe that he actually liked her?

He thought that the Princess was adorable, witty and intelligent and he'd never felt quite this way about anyone before.

To hear she thought he didn't enjoy spending time with her was painful.

"That's not true! I love spending time with you! I enjoy you like I've never enjoyed anyone else before! How in gods name could you think that?!"

Tear began to well in the princess eyes. She was angry and confused and James was yelling at her. She didn’t like him yelling at her.

“I-I-Idon’t know I just thought ….I’m sorry.” A small crack in her voice came at the end of her sentence.

James's eyes widened as he saw the hint of moisture in her eyes. He felt so bad for having snapped at her like that and suddenly his anger melted away to concern. He felt a sudden overwhelming urge to comfort and protect this beautiful girl. The thought of seeing tears in her eyes was unbearable. He moved closer to her and lifted his hand to brush away the wetness in her eyes.

At his touch, James felt his anger and frustration melt away. How could he stay mad at such a delicate and vulnerable girl? Her beauty was truly astonishing but now James realised she was much more than that.

She was also emotional and he could see exactly what she was feeling on her face. She was sensitive and kind despite her title and her beauty and that was more than enough reason for him to want to protect her. He wished she'd realize her worth.

“I-I should be going.” She said

James felt a sudden rush of emotion he didn't know how to handle. But he did not want to let her leave like this. He didn't want her to think he was just being kind to her. The Princess was so wrong about her own self worth and he just could not let her leave thinking that.

“No. You're not going anywhere.” James said firmly and with conviction, wrapping his are around her waist.

to be continued

———-

If you thought this had drama. Just you wait…,*evil laugh*

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[silverlining317]

At tea time, everybody agrees

For the #severalsunlitdaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 challenge. Day 10:Midnights.

''Miss Weasley, please go ahead''- The High Inquisitor pointed to the seat in front of her.

She had heard from Fred and George, embroidery by embroidery, a detailed image of Professor Umbridge's office, and yet the descriptions did not honor the strangeness of being under the gaze of dozens of cats.

Ginny adjusted her robes and tried to remember the manners classes her mother and Aunt Muriel had insisted she attend as a child. Umbridge nodded, approving of the mimicry she was striving for. Chin forward, shoulders back, ankles crossed. The inquisitor maintained the carved smile. Challenging her to be the brave one to break that silence.

Tic Tac. The clock reverberating on the walls, Umbridge waited a few seconds before looking down and sliding a pink porcelain cup to its end.

"Sugar?" Umbridge asked and with a small wave of her wand, dropped three pink cubes into the cup. Ginny stoped chewing the gum in her mouth and reached over to took a small sip.

"Don't be shy," Umbridge smiled encouraging her to take another sip.

Ginny nodded. She had never tasted something like that. It felt strangely like home. The aroma of a conversation at the end of the school semester, at the kitchen table, laughing with her mother as she told her about…everything. Ginny drained her cup with a big slurp, suddenly forgetting about manners. After all, she was in what could be described as her home, having tea with an almost maternal figure. That was. Suddenly everything was crystal clear. Umbridge was a second mother to her who could tell her everything without fear or shame.

-''Precisely''- she smiled as if reading her thoughts- ''I want you to tell me everything.''

-'' I haven't done a single potions essay in my life. I copied all of Percy's old work'' - Ginny said

-'' My dear, we are not here to judge your lack of education '' - Umbridge gave a pause- ''Why don't we talk about your summer instead''

-''My summer?''- Ginny chewing her gum once again- ''Is it because I lied to Michael? I told him that Errol had crashed and lost his birthday present but I didn't buy him anything because I had no money. ''

-''Michael?'' - said the inquisitor starting to sound impatient- ''No, I don't care about that Michael of yours. Why dont we talk about Harry instead?. Did you spend the holidays together? Anywhere in particular? With someone in particular? Someone like Dumbledore perhaps''

-"Harry, that's the problem, isn't it?" Ginny said, raising the cup again and going for another drop of that elixir. "Everybody wants to talk about Harry, nobody wants to talk about Michael. Which is a shame. He likes me for who I am, isn't strange? Also delicate, but mostly strange. Because until now I have only felt like a monster ….

-'' Were or were not your relatives and Harry involved in a secret organization against the ministry? Are they now? That's how your dear father ended in St. Mungo, perhaps?''- Umbridge pressed.

-"Harry," Ginny said, looking at the cat behind the woman in pink. "He's a real problem, right?"

-'' He is. He is the problem. It's always him'' - The liquid went down her throat gently making it easier to articulate that forbidden phrase- ''Yes, we spent the holidays together. We usually do. Because of Ron, obviously. Just teenagers in a house, not talking that much. Actually, we argued this Christmas. I don't even remember why, but it was his fault. The prophet says it, so it must be right: he is the problem. Everybody agrees. Sometimes I think… I promised never to say it.''

"More tea." Umbridge refilled the cup and Ginny nodded, closing her eyes again to feel the fumes.

-'' Sometimes I think they're right. That he is the problem. Every time he leaves me on the side of one of his adventures and pretends that it is for my own good. The typical phrase that he camouflages. It's so annoying, to hear the covert narcissism he disguises as altruism. I swear sometimes he sounds like some kind of minister's office''

"Ahem," Umbridge coughed but Ginny straightened up, her fingers clenched around her mug.

-'' What adventures do they leave you out of? From some secret group? Of some resistance movement?''

-'' Or maybe the problem is me. Always rooting for the anti-hero''- said Ginny.

-'' Miss Weasley, answer. Is Mr.Potter organizing a secret group among students to overthrow the prime minister?''

Ginny could only laugh

-'' Sorry professor- Ginny said chewing the gum once again- No, he is not. But the other day I had this weird dream I didn't dare to tell anyone until now. I was at detention, in this very same room, only that instead of cats there were parrots and they were saying strange things like blood, quill, tea…''

-'' High Inquisitor, sorry to interrupt but Professor McGonagall is on her way''- Flich enter- ''She demands to know why one of her students was absent from class ...''

-'' Go away''-Umbridge stood up making the cup and sugar jars disappear- ''Quickly run to class and never mention about what we talk. That's what friends are for, right?''

Ginny nodded and grab her things finally breathing again.

Backpack in hand and excruciating pain in the head, Ginny somehow found her way back to the Great Hall for dinner.

-''You guys have to improve that anti-Veritaserum gum'' - Ginny sat next to Fred- ''My head is going to explode.''

"But did it work?" George asked.

-'' Yes, but only because I told him the truth that five years ago we all agreed that Harry is the problem.''

-'' Hi to you too''- Harry said coldly seating next to her.

-'' I mean just because you fix the problems you create that doesnt mean you….and…because… and for the record you cause a lot of trouble''

-'' You know George I think the gum also affects the ability to form coherent sentences''- said Fred causing a big laugh that start to die when she start the retale of Umbridge tea invitation. Minus some details of course…

[chicaotaku-fanfics]

There's Three of You?! Pt. 16

Part 2.5 of this arc (it's the continuation of last chapter, the thing was that it was waaaaaaay too long, so... had to split it.)

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 16

I submitted the order and went to check on Herrmann. I looked up, and both my brothers were looking at me, I just shrugged and made my way to the elevators.

Turns out, I never made it to Herrmann’s room, my pager went off as soon as I made it to the floor where his room is, indicating the tests were done, how did they manage to get them that fast, I’ll never know, so I went downstairs to the lab to get the results.

“Hey Joey, thanks for having them ready so fast. I think this is a new record.” I said to the, sometimes asocial, lab tech.

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal, we had an easy day down here today.” he said, handing me a folder. “Both results are there.” he added. And then, as if summoned, my pager went off again.

“Thanks Joey. You’re my hero today!” I said as I left the lab and made my way to the morgue.

Why am I needed there? She wasn’t my patient.

I made it there, and Connor, Will and I met at the hall.

“Hey” said Connor.

“Hey” I said, Will took some steps before answering.

“Hey” he pretty much whispered.

We all made our way to the door, but as one we stoped outside for a second.

“Look, I wasn't there when Herrmann came in.” my brother started, I looked at him, surprise in my eyes.

And here I thought I was gonna have to slap the apology out of him.

“It wasn't my place to say anything. I shouldn't have.” he added.

Connor looked at him, then nodded. Then looked at me and I smiled a small smile.

“Please leave it at the door we got work to do?” I asked, they both nodded their agreement, I nodded too.

Connor opened the door and made a gesture for us to go in, Will looked at me and did the same gesture. I went in first, Will followed, and Connor entered last.

“Lady. Gentlemen.” Dr. Charles said.

“Dr. Charles.” said Connor as a greeting.

“Dr. Charles.” I said to greet the man too, he then handed all of us the results of the autopsy.

“Danny ODed on chemo.” said Connor.

“That explains why she seized in the street.” I added.

“That's not the troubling part. Yeah she was loaded up on chemo, but this woman? Never had cancer.” said Dr. Charles. We all looked at each other.

What the hell is going on here?

We all made our way to Ms. Goodwin's office, Connor made a detour to the doctors lounge, said he’d meet us there, and I still had the tests results I ordered on Mrs. Shepperd. We knocked and were granted entry, Ethan was already there.

Connor made it just before Will closed the door, and he had two coffees, he handed me one, I smiled at him and nodded in thanks.

“Two patients in one day. Overdosed on chemo, and neither had cancer.” said Dr. Charles.

“Which I must admit, does seem suspicious.” said Ms. Goodwin.

“Well, it could be a new oncologist in town making incorrect diagnosis.” said Connor.

“Or even just mixing up a few charts.” said Ethan.

“Isn’t that why we doctors can only do 24 hr. shifts, like, once a week? To avoid mixing charts.” I asked.

None of this makes sense.

“Yeah, but even then, why the overdoses? And on the same day?” asked Dr. Charles.

“What do we know about these women?” asked Ms. Goodwin.

“Jessica’s note said she felt betrayed.” I said.

“And Dani’s girlfriend said Dani was upset about something, but wouldn’t talk about it.” added Will.

“Something was going on with both these women.” said Dr. Charles.

“Yeah. But we don’t have any medical records, no information that might link them. I’m gonna get in touch with some local oncologists, see if there’ve been any problems with their chemo or if they’ve had other patients in the same condition.” said Ms. Goodwin.

“If I may give my humble opinion.” I said before we could be dismissed.

“Go ahead Lilly.” said Dr. Charles

“Well… you know what they say, 'once is an accident, twice is a coincidence… I wished it didn’t end with 'three times’ a pattern'… but it does.” I said, passing Carol Shepperd’s test results to my brother.

“What do you mean?” asked Ethan. I saw Will pass Dr. Charles the results, and he then gave them to Ms. Goodwin.

“I asked the lab for some biomarkers and a mass spec on Dr. Manning’s patient.” I said, then those papers were given to Ethan by Ms. Goodwin. “They came back just before Dr. Charles paged me to the morgue.” I added, then Connor had the papers and was reading them. “Loaded up on chemo but no cancer… someone’s doing this on purpose.” I said as the results were given back to me. “And that someone should have their medical license revoked, effective immediately.” I added with finality.

“Thank you.” said Ms. Goodwin.

“No problem.” Connor and I said at the same time. We left all the test results on the table before leaving the office.

The four of us went to an empty area in the hall.

“You think CPD’ll get involved?” asked Ethan.

“I’m surprised they aren’t already.” said Connor.

“Well, Jay said something about Intelligence having a case… don’t know if this is it.” I said.

“There’s something about all this that doesn’t make sense.” said Will, we all nodded our agreement.

“Well if there is one thing I think we can all agree on, is that whoever’s doing this, needs to have their medical license revoked, and the sooner the better.” I said, they all nodded, and we all went our separate ways.

I went looking for Reese to go on our “date”, I found her in the little pharmacy room we have all the medications for the ED on.

“Hey. Ready for that coffee?” I asked her with a smile, she returned it with a blush and nodded. “Ok, let’s go?” I asked her again, she nodded and I let her go before me. I closed the pharmacy after me and we went to get our stuff.

We ended up going our separate ways with a promise of me picking her up in half an hour so we both could have a shower and change into more comfy clothes.

As soon as I made it to my apartment I made my way to the bathroom and undressed, I took the quickest shower ever, probably just ten minutes, and then got ready in five, dressing with some black skinny jeans, white crop top, a baggie blue sweater with white stars stamped on, blue ankle boots, and a half-moon necklace with its matching earrings.

I texted Reese and she sent me her address, I grabbed my purse and made my way to pick her up.

Hope this gets her in a better mood than she was earlier.

I arrived on time to pick Reese up, parked my car, went to her apartment door, knocked, and was simply shocked by what I saw. Reese had dressed in a simple black shirt tucked into some jeans, a black choker, and a navy blue blazer on top paired with some small silver earrings and black ankle boots.

“Hey Dr.- sorry! Lilly. Hey, Lilly. You look great.” she said, her voice took me out of my temporary stupor.   

“And you look beautiful Reese.” I said, she blushed.

“Sarah’s, fine.” she said, grabbing her purse and coming out of the apartment, locking the door behind her.

“You look beautiful, Sarah.” I said, trying her name on my lips for the first time, she blushed even more. “Shall we?” I asked her, she nodded.

We went back to my car and we drove to a little caffe that was nearby, we got inside and got our table, the waitress came back for our orders.

“Sarah, what’re you having?” I asked the med student, she looked at the menu.

“I’ll have a chai te and a grilled cheese sandwich.” she said. I nodded.

“And you, miss?” asked the waitress while looking at me.

“I’ll have the same as her.” I said with a charming smile, the waitress nodded, a little blushed.

“So… aside from wanting to kill Noah, how was your day today?” I asked Reese.

“Good. A bit stressful, I had to give him a tour around the hospital, then I went and told Dr. Choi about the mass spec I wanted to do on his patient, and well… you know how it ended.” she said.

“Yeah, from personal experience I can tell you this: tell Ethan about Noah-” I could see her wanting to cut me off, so I stoped her. “I know, he’s a newbie at the hospital, but you can’t let people waltz all over you and your work Reese. You’re a smart girl, and will be an amazing doctor one day.” I said to her, she blushed again, and I found that really cute.

Our orders came back and we had a relaxing night. Once we were done I asked for the check and paid, Reese tried to fight me over it.

“At least let me cover what I had.” she said, her wallet out.

“Nope. I told you I wanted to invite you, so that’s what I’ll do.” I said, not even letting her see the check.

“Please Lilly, it’s only fair, you did all this for me.” she said.

“Nope, I’m paying. Maybe next time.” I said, and her answer took me off guard.

“Deal, next time is on me.” she said, I smirked at her.

“Very well Sarah. Next time.” I said, we left, and apparently Sarah had gained enough confidence to grab my hand, I let her and interlaced our fingers, I turned to her and she was blushing.

I could totally get used to this.

We had the first official Reeseasted date!!

And it turned out to be a triple update, hehe 🤭🤭

Hope you enjoyed, like I said, next chapter's still in the making, and it has a surprise for you all!

[lloowweesss]

Hey- sorry for the wait..(just realized how short ep1 was very sorry but this one’s longer)

Thank you Soo much for da support ep3 is now here!!>:3

Link to ep1 if your new-

as allwase mainly my inspired by Reprogramed made by @littlecrittereli

Disclaimer: Russian people, slight sui*ide thoughts, cussing, medicine, violence, and sm gore but not much!

Ep2 “Elizabeth?”

The blondish man wearing a blue vest clearly showing a confused expression she corrected herself, though her English wasn’t that good her voice still with a heavy accent she managed to say “hello. Your friend is safe and unharmed-” before being interrupted by the man sitting in the chair.

“who are you?! What did you do with my brother! Where is he-“ Martin blurted out trying to process the situation and eager to make sure his little brother is alive and well.

“I can assure you he is safe.. if you wish to see him clam down and stop yelling for gods sake it gets really Annoying” Her cocky yet firm voice somehow made Martin’s wish to see his brother even more urgent, though he complied.

“Fine- can I please see my brother now” though his annoyed voice was thankfully calm enough in her opinion given she walked out of the room hearing the door click and now being met with utter silence he began to worry and hope the Tortuga had noticed their absence and started looking for them.

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Chris who silently observed his situation trying to form a idea and what really was going on, he knew that escaping wouldn’t be easy so instead he sat patiently and waited for the answers to come to him.

Likewise he heard a door click, turning his head to the sorce of the sound he noticed the blondish woman who had been standing near a counter last time he remembered-

His thoughts were interrupted when two of the “bots” as the younger Kratt refers to them as lifted him up and out of the room into a dark empty room, then another click later he was placed down gently his eyes now adjusting to the light he saw a familiar shade of blue though his blurry vision.

“Chris!- are you ok?! Are you hurt?!” Martin exclaimed seeing his little brother tied up as well now noticing a purplish bruise on his right temple, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for their situation.

“Martin!? I’m ok- I just have a mild headache but nothing too serious, are you ok?” The younger of the two desperately answered as he was now about 15 feet from his brother scanning his body he couldn’t visibly see any scars.

Martin now turning his attention to the blond woman standing slightly in the shadows, how Pethedic of him.. he let his brother get hurt by some low level nobody..

“I do not intend for anybody to get hurt-“ the Russian woman’s heavy accident trailed.

“Who are you- why are you experimenting on animals?! What do you want from us..” Chris blurted out at least trying to get some answers, he couldn’t be sure of her intentions- given she would willingly hurt innocent animals anything could happen.

Her attention now focused on Chris she began to open her mouth, though no words were spoken.

“..Tell me this Американский *american* , who are you and what do you want with me?..” Her cocky voice made Martin even more annoyed.

“First of all he asked first. Second of all we are The Wild Kratts and you are endangering innocent animals which is why we are here-” Martin replied his voice clearly showing annoyance, he would continue but she interrupted again.

“Voild Kratts?- I remember that name..” She pondered for a second before exclaiming “oh!- my friend Donita talked about you once-..” She stoped before continuing “..as for the animals they are a mere sacrifice that must be made in order for..” her voice stoped realizing her eyes gravitated toward her shoes, now looking up she continued, “Elizabeth.. my name is Elizabeth.”

Martin now realizing how much time has passed he began to panic, looking over at his brother only made it worse seeing how the younger Kratt started showing signs that he might pass out, his thoughts were interrupted when a radio lying on a nearby table went off.

“Did you kill them yet-“ a thick heavy male voice came from the radio, like the woman’s accent it was also Russian.

The woman quickly rushed to grab the radio, “..No- I have a better plan..”

Chris noticed her worried expression, he noticed her Demeter changed when talking to this man- and not in a good way.

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Back at the Tortuga Aviva was the first to ask questions, “It’s been too long they should be back by now- koki where were they last?!”

“I’m sure they are fine, they probably just found some animal and lost track of time” Jimmy chimed in attempting to calm Aviva down while Koki pulled up a map on the main screen.

“Uh oh-..” Koki blurted out, she tried to hide it but her face looked panicked which didn’t help Aviva.

“Tf you mean uh oh?! What’s wrong?? What happened!” The brunet scientist already panicking on and on top of the news she just received wasn’t helping her situation.

“Just try and calm down-“ The orange haired pilot interrupted trying to de-escalate the situation.

“How can I be calm?! The two boys are out there with an unknown villain who for all we know killed them!” Aviva’s panicked tone snapped back.

“Aviva calm down! Their transmitters stoped reviving 20 minutes ago, Thier last known location is roughly 3miles from here- it appears Thier is a clearing near by that we can land the Tortuga at it’s going to be ok.” Koki got out of her chair and now had her hands on Aviva’s shoulders as she gave jimmy a nod, then the aircraft began to ascend and head toward the marked area.

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“Donita said I could override one of the newer versions of the suit..” Elizabeth continued talking to herself out loud, Chris aredy knew what was going to happen looked over at Martin who’s face which was now pale and thought to himself how Pathetic.

“So. I have no use for you americano, боты dispose of it. And please this time don’t harm the poor thing-” The woman continued as one of the bots picked Martin up and began to carry him out.

“CHRIS-! ELIZABETH I SWARE WHEN I FIND YOU AGAIN AND I WILL IF YOU HURT HIM ILL PERSONALLY MAKE SHURE YOU WILL PAY!-” His voice disappeared the further he was untill it became muted, Chris had tried to say something but his pleas were drowned in the yelling.

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The bots had knocked Martin out before he had left the plane and carried the blond man for about 5-10 minutes then abruptly dropped him in some bushes by the Tortuga.

“Martin!- wake up!” Aviva had just descended from the turtle when she saw a familiar blue poking out of the bushes.

“Huh, what happened?..” His eyes stated adjusting to the darkness before panic kicked in, “Chris!..

h-he.. I left him..eliza-..” His head had a large gash on it that was now loosing blood, he couldn’t speak nor could he stand on his own so Koki and Aviva practically carried him back to the ship and dropped him on the center table.

“I need some pain killers, and the first aid kit-” Aviva demanded as she thankfully got his wound to stop bleeding before inspecting the rest of his small

cuts/bruises, wether it was bandaging his leg or pouring some peroxide as he let out painful groans she would find out the story one way or another.

“Tell me what happened- Where is Chris?” She demanded his small groans didn’t answer her question which only made her panic.

“Eliz-beth..t-took..russian..m-mmy fault…” The older Kratt had started crying his mind only thinking of the worst, not concerned about his own heath and more about his brother he had tried to get up before his legs gave out, the team quickly attempted to catch him but they ended up bumping into each other.

“It’s going to be ok, don’t blame yourself well find Chris.. togeather-” Koki had attempted to cheer him up she also tried to his the fact she was worried, it was no use everyone could tell something bad had happened.

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Chris was now left with the scientist, he was going to get out of here- feeling cocky he asked, “what are you going to do with me- use me into a lab rat.”

“Vell that idea crossed my mind, it would be too dangerous.. you would die so soon-“ Elizabeth continued, she had killed countless animals in the name of science the worst part about it was sitting holding the small limp animal in her arms knowing she was the reason it’s dead.

“You know.. experimenting on animals is wrong- and I think you know that.” Chris mumbled loud enough so the blond could hear it but firm enough to be cocky, all the younger Kratt could do was wait.. maybe his brother will pounce though the door and save him the time- though his mind weighed the possibility he could be dead.

“Enough. боты *bots*-..” The scientist looked worried after she shouted some command, he knew nothing about her- don’t let this Pathetic vild Kratt’s words distract you, you’ve come so far and have made so many sacrifices.. she kept telling herself, Elizabeth had a bad habit of suppressing everything down until it became unbearable and when that happens she usually distracted herself until she forgot about it.

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The pressure was overwhelming at first, she used to work her self to the point she figured it would be best to inject herself with a “antidote” that she knew would never work.

Nevertheless, she alone would save everyone even if that means she has to sacrifice herself.

[chaifootsteps]

y'know, im usually against using screenshot of people doing bad stuff in the past to "prove" that they are bad people nowdays; for example, when they try to get some youtuber cancelled because he said a slur 6 years ago or something.

Because that just negates the fact that us humans commit a lot mistakes, sometimes we do mean stuff, but that doesnt make us terrible humans that are incapable of redeming themseves, most of us grow out of those ugly behaviours, and learn to be decent human beings.

However, with miss Vivziepop its a different story, i like the fact that that we are still finding screenshot of her doing heinous things in the past, for 3 important reasons:

First, The things she did are like, actually really bad.

Its not like most cases where its like "omg this dud said the n-word when he was 12 and didnt know what a slur was! We must cancell him!1!", no, the things Vivziepop did are always when she was a grown ass woman that know what she was doing, she was just being evil.

And then you have her fans insisting those arent "that bad", thats its "a nothing burger", etc. And like, yeah, they ARE bad, those things are really mean and people arent evil for pinting it out.

It is important for growing up to reconise that our past behaviours were not good, thats how we learn better.

Defending a stranger on the internet will just lead you to repeat those behaviours of your idol because you conviced yourself those arent "that bad", until you do them and then you get hit with reality because, thanks to those behaviours, people dont like you anymore and see you as a rude toxic person.

Second, she proved many times she NEVER changed.

She still shows those gross behaviours, unlike most people she never learned to be a better person.

For example: that catcalling comic was made years ago, so, i guess it doesnt represent her views anymore, right? She is no longer misogynist, right?

Well, the way she treats her female characters, plus how she gets mad at people pointing out how badly written they are, proves she never stoped having those mean ideas about women.

Or how about those aboit how she was shaming a fan for not paying her what she wanted and making them feel bad for it? Obviously she grew up and never did something so mean like that again...

Oh wait! No she didnt, every once in a while we see her throwing a fissy fit about people criticising her work and liking tweets of her fans saying people are EVIL for not loving her and giving her all the support in the world.

And about those abuse allegations... wait, those are not even old, most of them are from less than a year ago. You cant even "those were years ago" out of this one.

So fuck the "those were long time ago, she changed!", thats total bs.

And finally, every time she responded or "apologised" for these acusations, she keep proving that she didnt belive she did anything wrong and its just "the haters" being mean.

Anybody remember when she made a weird ass apology that started with "i would apologise for existing, but i know people would get mad at me still"? Her responses are always full of "actually, YOU are the mean one for calling me out, look how bad i feel? Dont you feel any shame?".

One day she will def make a shitty youtube apology video where she admits everything but with the classic "i was in a bad place", "i didnt know what i was doing", basically painting everything as "just a mistake" and not her being an evil asshole. Then half of the video will be her ranting about how this whole situation that SHE created is making HER sad, she will probably said something like "i just wanted to make cartoons and people are being mean :(((" to victimise herself.

Mark my words, we will have a Vivziepop ukelele apology in any day of 2024, im really sure.

All I can say is that after everything she's put people through, she'd better have a damn ukulele.

[fictionaltrvlr-fics]

lacy, oh lacy... || y. belova

I had the realization the other day while listening to Oliva Rodrigo that Natasha was Yelena's Lacy, and I made this. It's fairly harsh towards Natasha, which is obviously not my feelings, just attempting to show what I think Yelena's perspective was. This is set over the course of the Black Widow movie 🖤

Words: 700ish

Warnings: angst, regret, mentions of death, jealousy, grief, mentions of revenge, vague references to the trauma of the red room. this is sad lol

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Pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I’m not the one that’s on the cover of a magazine. I'm not the killer that little girls call their hero.

Yelena hated Natasha. She hated her beauty. She hated her success. She envied her freedom. Her stomach churned at her sister's naivety. That ridiculous belief that they could somehow make up for the horrors, that Yelena would ever truly be free.

She was not naive. She understood the truth of who they were. What Natasha suggested - what she seemed to believe - was impossible. Yelena lived with it every day; was haunted by that truth every day. She was convinced that nothing could ever make up for it, nothing. So why bother pretendending they were anything else?

And yet here was her sister- No, she thought, not her sister, because Natasha didn’t want that. Didn’t want her.

She despised her own jealousy. She shuddered at her own worship of the older widow. Her misplaced faith in the false god she had begged to rescue her.

But most of all, Yelena hated the love Natasha was met with everywhere her feet fell. That somehow, against the odds, everyone forgot who the two women really were.

No, she stoped herself again because, no, they didn’t forget who she was, they only forgot her would-be-sister, their precious “Black Widow.”

Yelena’s stomach tied in knots over everyone who loved her sister, the adoration that followed her like puppies. The family- the family she loved so much.

Why were the two of them so different? Why was she hated, pushed aside, forgotten- and yet Natasha had her own statue. Her face on a cereal box. A barbie, of all things. It would be laughable if it weren’t so horrible. Little girls cosplaying the effects of her abduction, her torture. Children playing at assasins, while her childhood had been ripped away.

And Natasha seemed to thrive on it, she had accepted it. Wasn’t she just the best thing to ever exist? Yelena scoffed.

Everything Yelena did, all the horrors she shut out, every time she broke control, every time she saved a life, every time she resisted; was poisoned by the knowledge that she could never live up to… to that. 

Her heart twisted at her abandonment. Why had the Avenger never come back for her? Was she not worthy of avenging; her pain not as deep as the others? Or was Natasha really just that much better? So perfect that it covered over all the blood she’d spilled.

Yelena sat at Natasha's grave, every Saturday for three months. Her head rested on the hand gripping the top of her sister’s headstone.

And she apologized. Again, and again, she wept and she cried over the years wasted believing her sister; her Natasha, had abandoned her. Had left her to fend for herself. Had left her for the hero worship. For her fancy new family that must have been worth more than those precious few months in Ohio. 

She apologized for making Natasha the villain in her story. She apologized for everything that had made her resent the woman she had far too little time with. She spoke to the empty space Natahsha had left, wishing for a last embrace, something to hold on to. I'm not doing well.

Her sister was angel dust and she was alone. Again. 

Natasha never abandoned her. Even now, she hadn't left. She has been stolen. Ripped away, right as Yelena had learned she was loved by the sister she'd loathed and the sister she'd worshiped for so long.

No more dreaming of a perfect Natasha coming back for her, folding her into that coveted family. No more hope. She couldn't even be mad at her any longer. And she tried, it would have been easier than this; this all-consuming sadness. But she couldn’t. She couldn't hate Natasha.

And with this realization came another. That there was one person she could hate. One man that could pay for all those years of pain and longing and jealousy and profound loneliness. The man who had stolen that time, not only from her, but for himself.

No one would survive splitting the widows.

No one.

[sakiblack]

Our old love will remain forever

EP 2

Miles Quaritch x reader

(I use Nari as your na'vi name but i will use y/n in other episodes)

(Words writen likeThis are spoken in na'vi)

(if there are any mistakes i'm sorry english is not my first language and i was writing this last night)

Your pov

When we all got in the helicopter a woman was standing in front of me in seconds of our arrival.She was looking at me with a evil smile.

-Well well well.Who do we have here hm?

She asked looking at the man holding me.

-One of the crazy animals.

He replied chuckling.

-I did not want a human i only need a na'vi.I did not ask for some stupid woman! I want someone that is important to the Sully!

She yelled at every one in anger.So she has no idea who i am hm.She looked at Quaritch with more anger then before.

-You did not bring me who i asked for .

He looked at her  then at me and back at her.

-She knows where the hide out is , as well as the kid.They are useful.

He said as his eyes moved back to me.The woman was still angry but went away with a cup of some drink.

-Lets get back people!

She yelled as she tapped the shoulder from the man driving the helicopter.I looked out of a small window as the forest started to disappear. Dear Eywa  where are they taking us.

-Sit down.

Said the man holding me as he pushed me to the ground.I hissed  in response.

-Do not touch me demon!

I yelled at him.

-So the crazy animal can talk english now that is something.

Said the man with a smirk.I felt like i could just pull his eyes out and then

-I will take care of her.

My thoughts were interrupted by Quaritch as he walked up to me and the man with Spider still in his arms.

-But sir.

-I said i will tace care of her.

He said again but this time with more anger.The guy looked at me and letted go of me as he walked away. Quaritch came closer and looked down at me.Spider was not moving so he was probably sleeping from the shock.

-You can go sit over there.I will be with you in a moment.

He said as his eyes went to a small sitting area.I wanted to fight but there was so many people here i would probably lose.So i did as he told me.I went to a chair and  sat down.I saw  Quaritch  putting Spider down on some kind of bench.He was looking at him for a little and then started to walk to me.As he got to me he did not sit down he was just standing there not saying anything.

-He.

He started but stoped it looked like he was thinging of what to say.

-He is your kid.

He said but it was more like a question.I did not say anything i did not even look at him.

-I did not know.

I still did not say anything.

-………Look i am not the man you used to know but i do have his memories and i can tell he was not a good….

He stoped at that im guessing he did not know what to call himself.

-Partner.

He finally finished.

-YO! Quaritch! We are landing get the crazy girl!

Yelled the man that was holding me before.I could hear Quaritch sigh as he looked at the man.

-Yes got it Lyle!

Quaritch yelled back.Lyle? The same Lyle i became good friends with long ago? Well he lookes defferent.I guess he did not know who i am as well.

-Get up.

Said Quaritch.I did as he said and made my way to Spider.

I woke up in a room with 2 chairs and something like a bench in the middle.I dont know what happened i was just walking out of the helicopter .That is all i remember.They must have drugged me or something.I looked around the room but i could not see Spider anywhere.That made me go in to crazy mode.I picked up one of the chairs and started to throw it at the mirror that was on the wall.

-Where is my son!

I yelled but noone said anything.I was hissing , walking around the room to see if i could get out of it.

-Get me out of here! I promise if my son is hurt i will kill you all! You demons all of you!

Quaritch pov

I was looking at the  see through  mirror that was on the wall y/n was in.She was going crazy but its not like i did not see that before.Well what my mind remembers of her.

She first came to my mind when i got to Pandora.I do not know how she got in my mind but some how she did.At first i did not know who she was . It was just a beautiful woman that came to my mind i did not even know.But memories of who she was came to my mind fast. I was sure she died but she did not.I mean she came to me her self how lucky am i.I must say when i first saw her i could tell why my human self was so in love with her.She was beautiful.Deferent then what my mind remembered but that is normal.In my mind it was her human version but i could recognise her in her na'vi.When Lyle first got his hands on her i felt like i could just kill him.I dont know why but as she hissed at him i felt anger in side me.How in hell did him holding her get that anger out of me.That is stupid.She is nothing to me nothing at all.

-She is like a crazy animal.

Said the guy sitting next to me as he interrupted my thoughts.

-I dont know if we will get anything out of her.

He continued.

-But we might get something out of the kid.General said she will try something.

Now that made me look at him.

-What?

I asked.

-The general is trying something on the kid.She said it will work.

He said.

-What is she trying?

-I dont know.But for sure it will make him speak.She has a way of doing things.

I gived one last look to y/n as i walked out of the room.

-Sir? Where are you going?

I could hear him call after me but i did not care.I might not be that kids father but i just cant get him hurt.I just cant.

Your pov

I dont know how long i have been walking around the room , yelling and throwing chairs but finally i heard something open.I looked to my right and what i saw made my heart brake.It was Spider but he was hurt.There was blood runing out of his nose and he was hardly even standing on his legs.I ran to him as the door closed behind him.

-My dear child what did they do to you?

I asked as i felt tears run down my face.

-Im fine ma.

He said looking at me.

-Dont lie i can see your not.

-Ma calm down im fine.

-Spider what did they do to you?

-Nothing they just tryed to get informations out of me.

-But you…

-I did not tell them anything.

-Oh your so brave.

I said hugging him.

-You know i would look a lot worse if Quaritc was not there.He kind of saved me i guess.

-Dont talk my dear.Just rest , rest.

I said as i peted his head as his eyes started to close.I was sitting on the ground with Spider in my arms for a little bit before he woke up.He got up and took a seat on the bench behind me.

-Ma do you think they are looking for us?

-I know they are.

-I miss them.

-Oh i know my dear.

I said looking at him with sad eyes.Just then the door opened and Quaritc walked in.Spider tryied to run out but Quaritch pushed him back on the bench.

-Calm down tiger.

He said as i hissed and got up.

-Dont touch him demon!

I yelled as i pulled out a small knife i was hiding behind my back.

-Calm down y/n you do anything stupid and you both will die!

He yelled at me as i stoped.

-What did you call me?

I asked.Yes that was my name but after i became one of the people i was given a name.Jake was given one as well but did not want to change it.

-Y/n.That is your name am i right?

He asked.

-Well you dont know anything do you.

Spider said with anger in his voice.I could see Quaritch give him a confused look.

-She is called Nari.

Said Spider as Quaritch looked back at me.

-I see.

He said.

-Look i have an proposal for you two. You both can go with me and my team but you do what ever i tell you to or stay hire and the general will take you.

He said .I could see Spiders face getting a little scared.What ever she did to him it was not fun.

-……Fine.

I said as both Spider and Quaritch looked at me.

-But if he gets hurt again i will kill you and this time for good.

I said .I know i used harsh words but never did i thought i would see tears in Quaritch's eyes.

-Got you.

He said.

-Ma.

Said Spider.

-No my dear.I know what i am doing.

I said still looking at Quaritch.

That was a lie i had no idea what i was doing but all i knew was that Spider and i cant stay hire.

-Get rest we are going in the morning.

Said Quaritch as he got up and started to walk out of the room.

-Wait.

I said as he looked back at me even if he probably did not know what i said.

-Thank you for not letting Spider get more hurt.

I said.

-He is my ….

He started but stoped.His son?

-You said you would kill all of us if he did get hurt.I dont wanna die yet.

He said with as a smile made its way to my face.As he saw my smile he smilled as well.Why am i happy to see him smile? Oh Nari dont you dare start to like him it would just end badly in the end.

-Good night then.

He said as he left the room.

-Demon.

I said as Spider smiled at me.

-Ma?

Spider asked me.

-Hm?

-I do not like him.

He siad looking at the door.Maybe its because i told him everything Quaritch or maybe he just knows that he is a bad man.

-Me too.Trust me i would have killed him right here but i know we would not get out of here.

I said looking at him.

-Im not letting any of them hurt you.

Said Spider not looking at me.

-Oh my Spider.

I sadi as i walked to him.

-Im for real ma.I hate him.Ma he was talking about you like he said you would lead them right to our home.He does not know anything about you.He thinks we would tell them all about us.

-Well they are stupid just like every demon is.

I said as Spider looked at me.

-Im a demon.

-What?

I asked.

-One of the guys said i am a demon as well and he is right.Im just like them.

-Spider do not dare to say that.You are nothing like them.They are demons , you are on of the people.

I siad as i could see tears in Spiders eyes.

-Spider.You are not like them and never will be.

I was hugging him as he did not make a sound.

It did not take long before he was sleeping.I got up with him in my arms.If i was a human i could not do that but since i am not a human its a lot more easy.I went to a corner , set down and started to think how we could get out of hire.I do not trust Quaritch, but for now going with him is the only option i have.As soon as we get out of hire and the demons dont keep their eyes on me and Spider we will make a run for it.Its the only thing i can think of.For now at least.Keeping Spider safe is the only thing that matters to me.And i will heep him safe.

That was the last think my mind was thinking about before i went to sleep.

Quaritch pov

I was walking as fast as i could.If General had Spider he is not ganna be in a good state.It did not take me a long time before i came to a room Spider was in on some strange machine.

-What is this?

I asked as the General looked at me.

-My way of making the kid talk.

She said as she looked back at spider.

-Where are the Sully?

She asked.

-I DONT KNOW!

Yelled spider.

-Just think of an image.

-Im telling you I DONT KNOW!

Yelled spider as blood started to run from his nose.I went to a big red button and puted my hand on it.

-That is enough.

I said as the General looked at me with angry eyes.

-Let me try my way.

I said as she looked at Spider and back at me.

-Good luck.

She said as she walked away.

I brought Spider back to the cell y/n was in and just as i opened the door and just pushed Spider in.I could not bring my self to go in there.She just makes me feel so strange.And she would probably kill me if she saw me next to Spider.I waited outside of the room for some time befor i finaly went in.Just as i did that Spider tryied to run out but I pushed him back on the bench.

-Calm down tiger.

I siad as y/n got up and started to hiss.

Dont touch him demon!

She yelled and pulled out a small knife.Where did she get that from.

-Calm down y/n you do anything stupid and you both will die!

I yelled as she stoped and looked at me like i said something wrong.

-What did you call me?

She asked.Is that not her name or something?Is my memory of her name wrong?

-Y/n.That is your name am i right?

I asked.

-Well you dont know anything do you.

Spider said with anger in his voice.I looked at him with an confused look.

-She is called Nari.

Said Spider.

-I see.

I said looking back at y/n.

-Look i have an proposal for you two. You both can go with me and my team but you do what ever i tell you to or stay hire and the general will take you.

I said looking at both of them.I could see Spider get a little scared

-……Fine.But if he gets hurt again i will kill you and this time for good.

Said y/n.As she said that i could feel tears in my eyes.Why did her words hurt?

-Got you.

I said.

-Ma.

Said Spider.

-No my dear.I know what i am doing.

Said y/n.What in hell did she just say to him?

 -Get rest we are going in the morning.

I said as i started to walk out of the room.

-Wait.

Said y/n.I looked back at her not knowing if that was ment for me.

-Thank you for not letting Spider get more hurt.

She said

-He is my ….

I started.What in hell was i going to say.

-You said you would kill all of us if he did get hurt.I dont wanna die yet.

Good a least i could lie.She smiled at me and i did the same.

-Good night then.

I said as i went out of the room.That went better then i thought.God that woman will be the death of me.

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@myh3artttt @saki-19

[haggishlyhagging]

Despite the constraints of being Mrs Bertrand Russell, Dora did find purposeful and affirming work and it was in the campaign for birth control. Most women during the early 1920s were relatively ignorant when it came to matters of contraception but at least for middle-class and educated women there was the possibility of obtaining a book (such as the one written by Marie Stopes, 1918). Books, however, were beyond the reach of working-class and uneducated women. Because of this, a pamphlet by Margaret Sanger which was expressly written (with diagrams) in a form which working. class women could understand, was published in 1923 and sold cheaply, virtually on street corners.

The pamphlet was declared obscene and was seized.

Although she knew there was no chance of winning an appeal, Dora Russell nevertheless organised one, partly to bring to public attention the bald fact that there was a way for women to prevent conception but men would not permit women to know about it. (It must be remembered that at this time the policy of the Ministry of Health was 'to threaten with dismissal doctors or health visitors who gave . . . advice [on birth control] as well as indicating that grants to health centres might be withheld' Russell. 1977, p. 170.) The appeal was lost, but not before the magistrates were alarmed, according to Dora Russell. ‘It was bad enough that women might be able to find a way to defy the so-called natural order and have sex without babies, but what was even worse,’ said Dora with undisguised glee, ‘was that such a pamphlet might come into the hands of their wives, who would read the astonishing statement that it was perfectly reasonable for a woman to expect to enjoy sexual intercourse. This was a new idea for many women and it brought with it another one: if they were not enjoying sex, then what could be wrong with their husbands? No wonder so many men were intent on suppressing that pamphlet’ (1982).

-Dale Spender, There’s Always Been a Women’s Movement This Century

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Based on @sillymanwithocs idea of Vicki Vale helping Talia clean her name from slander and bad representation and Joker clear his name from having a cause and good representation.

Penguin: Miss Vale, I have a proposal...

Vicki: Absolutly not. You are a capitalistic mob boss who once feed a guy to a penguin I'm not joining your P.A departament.

Penguin: You don't understand-

Vicki: The media is prejudiced against you somehow and you aren't actually that bad?

Penguin: No, no. I mean I would preffer if they stoped making mean coments about my apareance and focused more on my crimes but that wasn't the point.

Vicki: Oh I can do that.

Penguin: Help me look like a good guy because I paid you a lot?

Vicki: Hell no! I'm not Jack Ryder!!! But I could try to make so they stopped focusing on your looks?

Penguin: And how much would I have to pay?

Vicki: To stop assholes being capacists and fatphobics? Nothing. I'll do it hapilly!

Penguin: Thank you, Miss Vale. I do have another question...

Vicki: I have no idea where Jack lives or how much you would have to pay for him to help you with your schemes.

Penguin: Well thanks anyway. I'll look around.

[...]

Scarecrow: But-

Vicki: NO! I'm sorry but I can't even begin to think of a way to explain that even if I somehow was insane enough to want to help you there's absolutly nothing I could do to make your "research" peer reviewed!

Scarecrow: You could at least publish it.

Vicki: Why though? It's unetical, isn't reviewed and it literally starts with a creepy laugh and you screaming "fear me, mortals"!

Scarecrow: But you published the first one.

Vicki: I didn't published it. I mentioned it on the program BECAUSE it was an interesting, ethical and peer reviewed research. Is not my fault you went insane and became a maniacal chemical terrorist.

Scarecrow: I preffer improved my reshearch tecniques.

Vicki: Well when the rest of the scientific comunity agrees with you, we talk.

[...]

Jervis: Please!! Please! I could be mind controlling you but I'm actually asking isn't it enough to show I have good intentions?

Vicki: Look while I understand it must suck to be wrongfully called a pedophile if I just publish an article saying you aren't one no one will believe me. I can try to help you. But you will need to actually act less predatory.

Jervis: I'm not predatory!

Vicki: Well not intencionally...

Jervis: What you mean?

Vicki: You mind control people, mostly woman, to play tea party with you, has zero notion of personal space and calls everyone pet names.

Jervis: Okay. Gotcha. So all I need to do is be rude and kidnapp more guys, enbys and elders.

Vicki: That not ... you know what sure.

[...]

Waylon: *enters*

Vicki: Sure. I will totaly help you.

Waylon: Eh? I was going to ask if you know where Harley is... I hear you two are friends now and since it is apparently unsanitary to keep it on the sewers she has my coffe machine.

Vicki: Oh. She is on the apartenent upstairs with Pam, they're hidding from Batman.

[...]

Vicki: Pam, I love you but I can't.

Poison Ivvy: Why not?

Vicki: Because while I understand where you are coming from I can't just write a piece about how we should genocide the human race barr some people.

Poison Ivvy: But it would solve the enviromental crisis! That's not fair.

[...]

Riddler: Hello, Miss Vale.

Vicki: Look I'm really tired I have actual jornalism to do, I can't stop just so I can try to make people stop calling you "poor man Joker's".

Riddler: They are still doing that? You make a jokey riddle ONCE!! Stupid fucking people and their inability to distinguish really different concepts!

Vicki: I also can't stop them from calling you "fairy" and "weird" and "not a treat" or "not a real villain"

Riddler: That's so rude! Who the fuck is even saying that???

Vicki: Jack Ryder and his viewers.

Riddler: That moron can't even solve the riddle of the Spinx! How dare him??

Vicki: Uh okay is that about the recent mayor discourse after you went to Arkham using you as an example and calling you a manchild and insulting you outfit? Oh wait is it about that famous gotham tiktoker theorizing you are an incel?

Riddler: Now you're just being mean.

Vicki: Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out what you want me to clear in your image so we can finish this conversation quicker.

Riddler: I didn't want to improve my image!! This was supposed to be a hostage situation but you ruined it!! Apparently everyone just made a laughting stock out me...

Vicki: *ackwardly* Not everyone... Just a bunch of people on the internet... and on TV... and the mayor.

Riddler: *crying* It's been a really though month, okay? I just wanted one thing to work out. But noo is just another lost for stupid Edward. Guess I'll just go home. *to his hiding henchmen* Sorry guys no heist today.

Vicki: *even more ackwardly* You can still kidnnap me if you want to?

Riddler: *angryly* I don't need your pitty. *leaves*

Randon Henchmean: That was really mean of you! I hope you're happy.

Vicki: I didn't... what just... what is my life?

[rosesandalfazemas]

The week finished but never the love.... and this fic )? @engportevents

2. A little change of plans

Spanish version

“Me cago en la puta leche, Gabriel! Windsor?! You two always do it in Buckingham!” the man scratched his head, nervous. “I cleared all my king’s agenda for nothing!”

“Toninho…”

“All because Albion fucking decides to have a romantic getaway on the other side! What about our children's protocol and all that shi-?”

“Toño!”

Spain stoped for a second, looking back. Flushed, he smiled nervously when he faced with Belgium’s usual delicate features in a not-so-delicate frown.

“It’s your brother’s anniversary, he’ll know best what to do with his husband. If they’ve decided to change their plans, then so be it.” The woman crosses her arms, “There’s a month left, it's not that bad.”

“Oi, Anita, why do you defend them? They’re being irresponsible.”

“Because when you decide to cancel on plans right off the bat, Portugal goes along with your outbursts.” She pointed out, making his face turn redder. “But that’s not inconvenient when it comes to you, right, my dear?”

“I… argh, me cago en el diablo-”

“And stop being so rude! For God’s sake, that jealousy-“

“Oi, está lá? I can hear everything…”

Spain’s mouth twisted in displeasure, and he put the call on speaker as soon as his partner approaches him; he took her by the waist, kissing her cheek in compensation for the scolding.

“Thank you for letting us know in advance, Gabriel,” she commented, smiling. “Do you guys want something in particular? I think I ran out of marriage gift ideas some centuries ago.”

“Hahaha, we’re fine, cunhada. When we schedule a dinner for close friends and relatives, we’ll let you know. You know your company is enough for us.” 

“Aww!” The blonde coosed, whilst Antonio rolls his eyes to the side. Noticing this, Ana turns to him, pinching his waist.

“Hey! Stop punishing me!”

“… Are you sure?” She raised her eyebrows, holding him closer to her.

Spain blinked at her for a long second, and then looks at his cellphone. 

“Ten un buen viaje me llamais luego tengo cosas que atender. Adiós.” 

“Uh… what?” the brunette looked at the cellphone when he noticed the abrupt tone of the line going dead.

“So? How long did he complain for?” Arthur asks behind Gabriel, while reading his tablet and drinking tea.

“I think… Belgium has it under control.” he concluded amused.

“Ana Brel? I must say, women are always more efficient.” His finger continued to scroll across his tablet, reading each paragraph with great speed. “Out of all of us, they’re thrust into Europe, so I'm not surprised.” He siped more of his tea. “While she has reasons not to interact with me much, she has the right manners like the queen that she is, so I respect her.”

“Your weakness for women is endearing to me.” His partner admited, sitting across from the other. His legs are crossed as he drinks his own tea.

“You can’t blame me, I adore them.” He says smiling. “Anyway, do you want to make sure there’s anyone else to call?”

“Sim, but you should be the one to tell your brothers about the change of plans. Especially since they are more involved in the protocol.”

“Bah! It’s only two days we’ll be off track, they won’t miss me too much. Especially the redheads, whatever we do is an excuse to drink.” Arthur whispered sardonically.

“The good and bad drink you guys have is familiar, meu caro,” he narrows down, avoiding England’s side eye, “but that’s not the point.”

“And what is, darling?” the Englishman raised an eyebrow

“Scotland is in Lyon, and he planned to stay there with France until our Anniversary. You do remember, right? Lunch, last week?”

“…dammit.”

***

“Well, well! look who his Majesty decided to call…”

Francis Bonnefoy sounded delighted, tossing his golden hair to one side of his shoulder, tangling his fingers in the cord of his bedroom's landline phone, between amusement and mockery.

>>“To what do I owe this great honor?”

“Shut up, frog. I told you I have to talk with my brother.”

“Is it urgent?”

“No, informative.”

“Then I’m afraid he won’t be able to get to you at the moment.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, you see, mon ami…”

“C’mon lov, don’t leave me here all day.” the clear boom of Scotland’s voice sounded in the background. “I think I'm beginning to cramp up, shet.” The blonde covered the telephone receiver for a second and turned to his partner behind him.

“Because you moved your leg lain, I told you not to.”

“It was starting to fall asleep, what did you want me to do tied up like this?”

“I’ll help you.” Francis whispered sympathetically, returning to the call. “As I was saying-“

“Agh! Bloody hell! Don’t tell me what you two are up to! Gross!” The Frenchman's laugh only worsened the British’s profuse imagination, who closed his eyes to shut out the thought.

“It’s no different from what you do with Gabriel… or your countless lovers, Angleterre.”

“What you two do is nothing normal like what the rest of us do, you perverts!” Arthur shooked his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Tell Scottie that we won’t be in Buckingham on the day of the anniversary, we’ll be going to Windsor.”

“Oh! The castle you two met for the first time? How romantic! What adventure have you come up with, mon petit?”

“Just tell him that. We’ll be back in two days for the main celebration.”

“Tres bien, I’ll pass the message on. Have a good trip!” He moved away a little, “Say hello to the kids, mon amour!”

“Don’t break anything!” Scotland called from a distance, in between laughs with the Frenchman.

“Yes yes… goodbye.”

“What’s wrong, Artie?”

Portugal stepped closer seeing how the other hanged up slowly, his face red and scratching his head nervously.

“Next time you call,” he answered covering his face absolutely embarrassed. “I hate this dysfunctional family.”

“Don’t rest so soon, soldier.” the brunette said.

“Why not?”

“You still have to call Matthew and Alfred…” he crossed his arms, accepting the Brit’s murderous stare with ease. 

***

“I don’t like this.”

“Why do you say that?”

Karpusi’s mouth twisted, concentrating on the conversation with no less effort, so that drowsiness wouldn't overtake him. It was something he did with very few on the planet; Portugal was one of them.

“Every time Arthur has wanted to surprise you with something, it’s become a disaster queued up for the rest of us. His actions do not make waves, but tsunamis for us.”

“I know him, Heracles, if it was something serious I would have noticed it. But he wants to renew our vows in a more original way this time. And to be honest, it does not seem like a bad idea to me; just an inconvenience, perhaps, for everyone’s schedules.”

“Big or small he always causes problems.” he sighted.

Greece scratched the back of his neck while one of his cats sat next to him on the window sill of his living room. The young man looked up at the clear sky, the sun was radiant and dry. On the other side of the call, Portugal smiled softly; the silence between the two, even from a distance, was one of the many things they love about the other.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Just… send me a message every once in a while, to know you’re fine. Not a report.” he clarified; “just something to keep me calm.”

“I will, but I want you to know I’ll be going to an old home with someone I love; I am not off on an adventure into nothingness.”

“I know…” the resigned tone made Gabriel smile. It’s not that the other was jealous like most mortals tended to be. It was simply concern based on long experience.

“Now I have to call Netherlands, he’s the last one left.”

"What did Kiku say about this?"

“He loves Arthur very much, he is one of the few nations who appreciates him deeply. He only showed enthusiasm and curiosity, and Arthur entertains him.”

"Then I have nothing more to object to," he sighed after another silence, "... I love you, my hyacinth."

“Me too, Heraclinho.”

The young Hellene looked with his eyes, apparently lost, towards a horizon that had nothing to do with the classic decoration of the wall in his residence, but something else. Something that he also felt was raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

He looked at his cellphone and hung up, setting it aside as a new cat inspected it and another joined the one on the sill, meowing for attention. Greece reached for his head and caressed him, not looking at him.

Throughout history, his and Britain’s relationship was rocky for multiple reasons; the most prominent being the theft of the earthly memories of his mother Helena, filling the museums and pockets of the English. But, beyond these twists, for not many years they had established a cordial relationship, in pursuit of peace of mind for the common object of interest: Portugal.

That's why he couldn't help but worry, when the Anglo-Saxons mind sparked, it caught fire, for whatever reason.

"Yeah, well... afterall, I can't expect anything normal from Arthur Kirkland"