#Caroline crouch

[sugaroto]

Trigger warning: femicide, rape, transpobia, small description of dead body

It's ironic that for the Panhellenic exams the essay topic was "feminism" and in less than two months two women in Greece have been murdered

One of them, Anastazja (age 27), was probably raped and then murdered. She came from Poland to Greece to work for the summer and her body was found naked close to a lake.

I saw a man on the TV saying she had an "escort app" on her phone, as if this gives men the right to rape and murder her

The murderer was Googling shit like "how to get rid of bodies" and I think he cut/or burned her fingers so they couldn't recognize her. The authorities also found some fucked up shit on his history related to rape- porn.

I dont know much on Anna's (age 46) case but I know she was murdered cause she existed. She came in Greece from Cuba to live free and was murdered cause she was a trans woman. She was found murdered in her apartment. She was wounded probably by a knife

Also since she was found dead, she has mostly been misgendered in media as "man found dead" etc

Also since I mentioned the exams at the beginning, I should add that someone who murdered his wife some years ago was also giving those same exams

Her name was Caroline (age 20) and she was murder by her husband "who was a pilot and a good guy" in their home. She also had a newborn daughter at the time. He planned the whole thing to look like a robbery, even tied himself up and all

[martyncrucefix]

Poetry in Translation Reading - Crouch End Literary Festival

Rather late notice – not wholly down to my own tardiness – but I will be reading work in translation at the inaugural Crouch End Literary Festival this weekend. Do come along if you can. There are plenty of other events scheduled in the Festival, but this one is at 4pm on Saturday 24th February in the Gallery upstairs at the Hornsey Library Haringey Park, London N8 9JA (see map on location and…

[alpha-mag-media]

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[ianchisnall]

Last week in Parliament Eastbourne focused on a Petition

Today I am waiting to observe how our local MPs will participate in some of the sessions taking place in Parliament. I am also interested to reflect on one of the discussions that took place last week. The first session in the House of Commons is entitled “Victims and Prisoners Bill: Second Reading Legislation”. According to the Government website this bill will enable implementation of the…

[sleekista]

why would you train?

barça femeni x young!reader

prompt: i feel sick, i love sickfics. that’s it. it’s my symptoms into a story because it’s my only coping mechanism.

A/N: my friend made me sick and i’m acc annoyed now like wtf. i feel horrible.

TW: mentions of illness

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When you wake up, it feels as if someone has ran you over with a bus and drove back to do it again. Your throat was sore, your head pounding and you overall felt lethargic. The worst thing was, training was today and no matter what you’d have to go. That’s probably not true, but its been like that all your life with trainings, why stop now?

Getting through the morning was a challenge, you hoped that if you had a throat lolly and paracetamol that everything would go away and the day would roll by smoothly. How wrong you were to think that.

You arrive at training around 10 minutes late due to traffic, which meant doing extra laps. You’re glad though, it means the others haven’t realised yet. You joined at 17 and the older girls really took you under their wing and essentially adopted you. In particular Lucy and Keira. You lived with the couple until around 7 months ago. You’re 19 now.

After completing the laps assigned by Alexia you make your way over to where everyone else is and give them a half-hearted smile before apologising to Alexia. She seems content and Jona starts to explain the main plans for training. Sprints, conditioning and a scrimmage at the end. You internally groan, this was the worst day to be sick on. You just nod along with your teammates and start warming up.

Keira jogs over next to you and examines your face.

“You alright? You seem a little on edge.” She asks softly.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You say a little too quickly, before running off at a faster pace.

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After an hour or so, you feel lightheaded and start swaying before sitting on the ground. It seems the medicine did nothing to help and the previous numbness of your throat has now subsided and is replaced by the feeling of daggers. Mapi comes over sitting next to you, passing a water bottle.

“Are you ok?” She asks as you wince drinking the water that’s burning down your throat.

You nod slowly, not willing to speak but the movement only makes you feel like collapsing.

“Can I… go get someone? You don’t look too good cariño.” All you can do do is lean into her side, exhaustion taking over as your muscles ache. She makes hand movements.

Ingrid walks over along with Keira and Alexia, you notice Lucy speaking with Caroline. But still keeping a cautious eye on you from across the field.

“Hey elskling, you don’t look too bright.” Ingrid crouches down blocking the sun, which you’re eternally grateful for.

“Eh.” You shrug, looking at Keira, then Alexia and back to Ingrid.

“Mind telling us how you’re feeling? And do not lie.” This is one of the first times you’ve heard Ingrid be stern, it scares you in a way so you do as told.

“Sore throat, head hurts and feels weird and my muscles are sore.” You say, clearly in pain and your voice croaks slightly.

“Why would you train? Or not tell anyone?” Alexia asks. You shrug. “Alright, go home with Keira and get better ok? Next time you feel sick you don’t come to training understood?” You nod and Keira wraps her arm around your shoulder, Mapi holds your waist and they lift you up so you’re standing.

They take their time taking you to the car, running to the locker room to get Keira and your stuff and coming back.

“Gracias Mapi.” You whisper to the defender who pats your head and walks back to training.

“When we get back you can shower, I’ll make some food and give you cold medicine, I’m not going to ask if that’s alright with you because this is just the start of what you need to feel better.” You half smile and lean against the window looking at the bustling Barcelona.

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When arriving home, Keira helps you out and gives you some of your old clothes you still had at the house. You take a warm shower which helps your pounding head, this takes your mind of everything for a couple minutes.

After the shower you slowly make your way to the couch and plop down, almost falling asleep.

“Nope, no sleeping. I’m giving you a throat sweet to hopefully ease that pain of yours and did you take any meds this morning?” She asks.

“Paracetamol.” You whine.

“Alright, Ibuprofen it is then. Come on take these, then you can sleep however long you need.” You do as she says, and start falling asleep almost immediately as the pain starts to fade.

She lifts you up and takes you to your bedroom from when you lived here and tucks you in. Saying something about lunch, but you’re too tired to understand.

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You’re woken by someone whispering sweet nothings in your ears, you lazily open your eyes to find Lucy moving the hair out of your face and behind your ear.

“Good afternoon, Keira made soup. Are you feeling up to walking outside or would you like to stay here?” She asks, speaking in the softest and quietest voice she can muster.

“Outside.” You murmur, voice even hoarser than before, Lucy cringes at the sound.

“Alright, let’s get you up then.” You slowly follow her movements and she helps you walk to the couch, Keira is there along with Marta and Caro. There’s soup on the table and there’s only one person it could belong to.

Lucy places you down on the couch and you subconsciously lean into Keira’s comfort.

“Alright bug, I’m gonna get you to eat all this soup alright? I’ve also made some tea which should hopefully soothe your throat a little bit more.” You nod, too tired and too sore to do anything else.

Keira feeds you the soup and watches as you wince slightly every-time you swallow, she saddenes at the sight.

“You’re doing well, only a couple more bites love.” She whispers.

After you’ve eaten it all, your throat is still sore, your headache has gone away for the most part but the sore throat just never seems to leave.

“Nena, how bad does your throat still hurt?” Marta says, turning her focus toward you after whispering with Lucy.

“Worse than before.” Your voice rasps and it pains to speak, the girls understand perfectly well.

“Alright, we will look after you until you’re better. You should have another one of those throat soothers. That should hopefully ease your pain a little bit.” Caro says, moving to place her hand on your knee. You smile in agreement.

Over the next 2 days they look after you until full health. It’s nice and you endlessly thank them for their caring natures.

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ok guys i need ur help, i got a request for aitana x ona and i’m not sure whether to post on tumblr or ao3 🤷 also if anyone can tell me how to write about 2 people my messages are open

anyways hope you enjoyed, my throat is killing me. stay safe friends 🕺 i have 2 more requests sooo plz request

[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus x autistic!reader - just be there

I just read your Klaus x autistic reader i was wondering if i could request another Klaus x autistic reader whereby the reader doesn't exactly go missing but kinda goes off on her own because everybody like damon, stefan elena ect were arguing and it was all too loud for her and then they realise the readers gone, klaus finds out and is annoyed but eventually finds her and takes care of her, totally okay if not - thanks for taking the time to read ❣️- @floxalprinxess3000💜

Listening to the arguing, you simply just walked to the door, a tight grip with your hand around your arm, nails digging into the skin.

You made your way outside, and down the street, not caring about not telling them where you were going, you just didn’t want to be there anymore.

There was only one place you wanted to go to, and that’s where you made your way to.

Everybody was still so busy arguing, shouting, they hadn’t noticed you were gone, but they did notice when the door was thrown open and a part of a fence was thrown through, barely missing Elena.

“Where is it?!” Klaus shouted.

“We won’t tell you!” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus threw something else through the house, narrowing his eyes at them.

He stopped slowly looking over them all once again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with us, so you’re not going to throw anything else.” Damon taunted.

They all knew Klaus had a soft spot for you, it was obvious when he tried to attack them but stopped when he saw you.

He always stopped when he saw you, because in truth he was soft on you.

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes she is.” Caroline said.

They all seemed so smug and he shook his head, slowly backing down the porch.

“No she isn’t you idiots!”

Klaus spun around on his heel and jogged down the street, trying to figure out where you would go so he could find you.

Your friends frantically looked around, but none of them knew where you would have run to.

The only person who did was Klaus, he had been there plenty of times before, he knew it was your favourite place, your calm place.

He wasted no time in getting there, and he looked around, finding you sitting under a tree.

He walked over, crouching over you and he took your hand in his, moving it away from your arm.

“It’s alright love, you’re alright.”

Klaus sat himself at your side and reached into his pocket, pulling out some bandaids that he used to cover up the small wounds.

He smoothed his thumb along them and smiled, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed your knuckles.

“All better now.”

You took your hand back and placed it on his knee making him chuckle.

He smiled, reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face, letting you lean into his touch.

“How did you find me…?”

“I always know how to find you love, no matter what, no matter where. I’ll always find you, you remember that alright?”

You looked away.

“What’s going on? Usually you don’t go gallivanting all alone. The idiots didn’t even know you were missing.”

“Arguing… I don’t know what about…”

Klaus hummed, running his thumb along your cheek.

“They should know better by now. I swear when I get my hands on them…” he growled.

You reached out, touching his face, running your finger along his furrowed brow, looking at his hybrid eyes.

“Klaus…”

His eyes connected with yours and they returned to normal.

“I’m sorry love but it’s true, they need to be taught a lesson. Watching them just completely ignore what makes you uncomfortable is not fair, I don’t see why you like them so much.”

“They’re my friends…”

Klaus smirked a little.

“What does that make me?”

You smiled softly at him, running your fingers down his face, then you reached for the necklace around his neck so you could mess with it.

“My more than friend…”

He chuckled softly, reaching up to take your hand so he could lace your fingers together.

“Well, would you to know what this more than friend thinks?”

You nodded.

He stood up, still holding your hand.

“I think you need to go for ice cream at that place you like so much, don’t you?”

Your face immediately lit up and you nodded, letting him pull you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt, resting your head on his chest.

“Can we stay here…? They can’t find me here..”

Klaus nodded, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“We can stay here as long as you like.”

He was in no rush to go anywhere, it’s not like he had plans.

If you didn’t want to see your friends, then he would hide out there with you so you wouldn’t have to see them, then when you were ready he would get your favourite ice cream and take you home.

You enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you, you felt safe, and protected.

Maybe he was the big bad guy for everybody else, but you stumbled across him before you found out, you found safety in him before you knew that.

He never brought that life around you, he kept you protected and safe from everything he was doing because there was something about you.

He didn’t know it was, but there was something about you he just couldn’t hurt, he just couldn’t upset.

To see you hurt or upset it hurt him.

“Would you like to know a secret?” He whispered.

Klaus felt you nod your head, and he smiled, taking your chin between his fingers he tilted your head up to him.

“Whenever I need to calm down, I think of you…”

“Why…?”

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Because I care about you love, if you need to calm down, or you need help just think of me, I won’t be too far away..”

You took took his hand, wrapping it around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his side.

“Can we go back home..?”

“We can do whatever you like.”

You smiled, taking his hand and you both began to leave you hiding spot, making your way back out on to the streets.

Anybody who ever dared to look in your direction was immediately run off by him.

When you got distracted he would let you drag him around.

All you needed him to do was just be there, just be right next to you because then you knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because as long as Klaus was next to you you knew that you were safe, that you were fine

[tizniz]

WIP Wednesday 🌙

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie & @fortheloveofbuddie - thank you Maggie and Caroline!

I have more of 'sleepy' fic to share. It's probably the only thing getting me through this week. And yes I'm aware I only just finished Tuesday. Sigh.

Normally I'm posting this and then heading to sleep, but today I'm posting this and off to the hospital for an MRI at 1:45am. Woo. (I'm fine—mostly—we're trying to figure out something tho so fingers crossed for answers 🤞🏼)

Anyways, enjoy a bit of a longer snippet of Buddie being the softest:

He wraps his arms around Eddie, his back to the spray, and drops his forehead down onto Eddie’s shoulder like he’d been craving before. It isn’t going to be the first time that they’ve showered like this, where one of them can’t really move to do anything, so Buck isn’t concerned about being clingy. There’s the sound of a cap popping before fingers work into his hair, lathering up the lavender scented shampoo that Eddie teases Buck about. But Eddie knows Buck’s hair needs it for his curls, and happily picks it up when Buck is running low and forgets to grab more for the Diaz household. Another sign of Eddie’s love for Buck. He hums in pleasure as Eddie massages his scalp, the soft pressure of the shower along his spine and back muscles helping as well. Buck very well could fall asleep standing here, but he doesn’t want to put that on Eddie, so he straightens when Eddie taps his shoulder, tilting his head back to rinse out the suds. Eddie guides Buck back to his resting spot before he repeats the same actions with the similarly scented conditioner. And then Eddie’s hands are across Buck’s body, washing the sweat and soot off of his skin, gently nudging him to leave against the warmed tiles so Eddie can wash the front of Buck’s body as well. Eddie’s touch is gentle, more of a caress, ensuring each spot on Buck’s skin is washed and touched, dropping kisses along the paths he can reach without crouching as he goes. Overall, Buck is feeling very loved and cared for.

NP tagging: @hippolotamus, @actualalligator, @actuallyitsellie, @disasterbuckdiaz, @spotsandsocks, @bucksbackwardcap, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, @theotherbuckley, @daffi-990, @jesuisici33, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @exhuastedpigeon, @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming, @monsterrae1, @epicbuddieficrecs, @elvensorceress, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spagheddiediaz, @wildlife4life, @evanbegins, @devirnis, @buckaroosheart, @perfectlysunny02, @nmcggg, @smilingbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @loserdiaz, @excuseme-greentea, @wikiangela, @sunshinediaz 🩵

[apod]

2024 February 15

NGC 253: Dusty Island Universe Image Credit & Copyright: Steve Crouch

Explanation: Shiny NGC 253 is one of the brightest spiral galaxies visible, and also one of the dustiest. Some call it the Silver Coin Galaxy for its appearance in small telescopes, or just the Sculptor Galaxy for its location within the boundaries of the southern constellation Sculptor. Discovered in 1783 by mathematician and astronomer Caroline Herschel, the dusty island universe lies a mere 10 million light-years away. About 70 thousand light-years across, NGC 253 is the largest member of the Sculptor Group of Galaxies, the nearest to our own Local Group of Galaxies. In addition to its spiral dust lanes, tendrils of dust seem to be rising from its galactic disk laced with young star clusters and star forming regions in this colorful galaxy portrait. The high dust content accompanies frantic star formation, earning NGC 253 the designation of a starburst galaxy. NGC 253 is also known to be a strong source of high-energy x-rays and gamma rays, likely due to massive black holes near the galaxy's center.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240215.html

[superblysubpar]

dad eddie x reader maybe coming home from the hospital for the first time. i picture poor eddie not knowing what he’s doing but trying so hard, being nervous, etc.

We're not gonna talk about how I asked for these back in March okay? Okay. Thank you for your patience lovely, I hope this tiny blurb is what you had in mind many, many months ago 💛

We Just Go Home?

dad!eddie munson x mom!fem reader

an Easy Like Sunday Morning story

summary: Eddie brings his first baby girl, Caroline, home from the hospital. | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is

943 words

Autumn, 1993:

Eddie stares at the sleeping child, baby, newborn - like tiny human fresh out of you new - in the car seat, to you where you blink sleepily in the wheelchair, to his own reflection in the now closed sliding glass doors. He frowns and starts again, “Baby, I-”

Your laugh is quiet, but enough to stop him when it turns to a small groan as you lift yourself from the chair. He’s quick to place his hand on your lower back, eyes dancing over you for signs of pain as you speak. “Eddie, it’s just a ten minute drive home.”

He nods once, but then shakes his head no, fingers itching to move, to do something. “Sweetheart, this can’t be right. I mean, we just…” he stares back at where the nurse had left through the doors and then back at the car, “We just go home?”

Your shoulder shrug is unconvincing and his brows furrow deeper. He opens his mouth to protest further and you place a finger over his plump bottom lip. Brown eyes melting as you replace your finger with your lips. A soft and over too soon press to his, before you shrug again. “Yeah, we just go home.”

“Aren’t you scared?” He glances down at the sleeping baby again, worried he shouldn’t have asked, worried you’re going to think he can’t handle it, that he’s going to be a bad dad, that-

“Fucking terrified,” you admit. Leaning your head against his shoulder, your pinky reaches forward and brushes your daughter’s nose. She scrunches her face, lips parted in a tiny ‘O’. You look up at Eddie again who’s now watching her with a look you’ve never seen on his face, a different kind of love, and you smile. 

That was hours ago, almost a full twenty four, and now your palm rests flat on his back, soothing up and down his spine. He’s curled in an upright position, forehead pressed to one side of the crib, curls spilling around the front of his face. He’s got spit up stains all over his favorite Metallica shirt, sweats on and tucked into his tube socks. The room and him barely lit by a shimmering lamp that projects tiny constellations on the wall, Caroline asleep in her pale yellow swaddle in his eyeline. 

“Eddie? Honey, come to bed please.” Crouching down next to him, you wince at the pain of getting down on his level as you try to sit quietly. 

He hums as you brush the hair from his face. Eddie rubs his eyes, blinking at you. Frowning as his eyelids flutter rapidly, his face scrunches like he’s fighting off making a loud noise to accompany the yawn he swallows. He reaches forward and cups your jaw, rough skin of his thumb brushing over your cheek gently as he whispers, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in bed?”

Turning your head, you place a soft kiss to his palm before reaching up and removing his hand, lacing your fingers together in your lap. “Funny, I came in here to ask you the same thi-”

A small hiccup of noise has you both holding your breath. Your heads turn in unison to peek through the slats of the crib. 

He waits and when no more noise happens, he squeezes your fingers. “She was crying so loud last time and I-”

“Eddie, that's just what’s going to happen right now,” you try to reassure him.

He nods once and your chest aches from how his eyes look a little glossy, how he sniffs once and clears his throat. “I just don’t…” He shakes his head and reaches for your face. He kisses you softly, forehead pressing to yours as he keeps his eyes closed. His voice is filled with admiration, “You’re just a great mom already and it’s been like literally a day and I’m a shit dad who doesn’t know what his daughter needs when she cries.”

“Who called you a shit dad? I’ll kick their ass,” you try to joke and when your cheek feels wet you pull away to see the tear that dropped down his. Swiping it away, your voice turns serious, “Eddie, look at me.”

When his eyes open, you try to focus on conveying how truthful these words are to him, to make him see clearly, instead of crying yourself. “Eddie, I have no clue what she needs either. Sometimes she’s hungry, or tired, or filling a diaper, and sometimes it’s none of that and she’s just gonna cry. You’re not a shit dad. You’re literally-”

She makes another, louder, cry, and without hesitation Eddie reaches his hand through the slates, fingers finding hers and he holds his breath. 

Once she settles again, you lean forward and kiss his jaw, scratchy with stubble. “I need,” a kiss to his cheek, “To hear,” a kiss on his neck, “You say,” a kiss to his forehead, “You’re a good dad.”

“Baby-”

Your mouth finds his, kissing him roughly and then mumbling into his lips, “I swear to god Eddie-”

He smiles against your moving mouth, free hand reaching up and cupping your jaw again. He moves his lips over yours gently, filling your stomach with butterflies at how tender he is. Sighing as he pulls away too quickly but happy when he whispers, “I’m a good dad.”

“Damn straight.” You kiss him again and then look at where your daughter's fingers curl around his pinky tightly and huff, “You’re not coming to bed anytime soon are you?”

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing his eyes again before looking at her fondly, “Nah, I’m good right here. This is my new home now.”

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Young at Heart: Prank (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated: G, the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Word count: 1.7k

Masterpost

Summary: You catch the Bridgerton boys in some mischief.

Author's Note: This prompt comes from the incomparable @bridgertontess who rightly knew that these boys would get up to no good. And their target? Well, that was a foregone conclusion too. 💜 Thank you Tess and hope you enjoy!

The following days with your charges passed quickly. There would have been enough to do with four stationary children, but with a baby on your arm and three boys with boundless energy and an unmatched capacity for chatter, it was nearly overwhelming. It might have been impossible if they were not all well behaved. The Duchess and Viscountess were with you on and off throughout each day and doted endlessly on their children. The Dowager Viscountess also adored helping you entertain her grandchildren, and was the one best acquainted with every toy and secret tucked within the expansive nursery. It quickly became clear that the love and happiness you witnessed within the Viscount’s immediate family were emotions shared by all of his relatives. It was exceptionally rare to find so much joy in a single household, and you thanked the stars that you had found employment in this one. 

The noise and bustle of people through the halls was nonstop. In addition to the children, there were always siblings laughing or playfully rowing with one another, the flowing grace of the ranking ladies dictating tasks to the army of staff, and the steady command of the Viscount and Duke as they carried their own gravity through the house and the grounds. You couldn’t help yourself from admiring them all, each beautiful Bridgerton and in-law with their quirks and quips. Eloise and Hyacinth were particularly theatrical, with Benedict and Colin often serving as referees or secret instigators, and you sometimes had to hide your laughter when you caught them bantering with each other. Each time he saw you, Benedict flashed that lopsided grin. It made you feel seen, it made you feel welcome, and it knotted your stomach in a way you chose to ignore. He was cheeky, but you appreciated his warmth.

You bore the brunt of his cheekiness one afternoon when he, Colin and Gregory took their nephews outside for the day. You were grateful for the reprieve and spent the time quietly with Caroline. After the Duchess insisted on supervising her nap, you decided some fresh air would be good for you as well. Making your way outside, you turned into a particular corridor and an odd sight met your eyes. It was a ball, lavender and small enough to be held in the hand, rolling slowly down the hall at an angle toward a door - the Viscount’s study door. You paused and watched with curiosity as it tapped the bottom of the wood and came to rest.

A muffled “Hello?” sounded from inside the study.

It was only when you heard a collection of hisses and giggles from the far end of the hall that you looked up to see the profiles of four faces, one at a significant height over three much smaller, peering around the corner. Benedict and the boys. The ploy became clear when Benedict crouched down next to Augie and whispered to him. The uncle was clearly the one providing direction in this game of hallway bowling, as he pointed out the appropriate angle and then watched Augie launch his own green ball toward the door.

This one hit with a much more significant thud. 

“Helloooo?” The Viscount called even louder from within his study, triggering an eruption of restrained laughter from the far end of the hall. It was then that Benedict looked up and saw you, and immediately brought a finger to his lips, begging for your silence. You were caught in the middle. You supposed you could have turned away and let everything play out without your involvement, but that felt cowardly somehow. It was your job to watch the children. You certainly weren’t going to cut into the Viscount’s study and disrupt him, nor tattle on his brother or the children. Perhaps the only thing you could do was quietly pick your way down the hall, hoping the Viscount didn’t emerge, and convince them all to stop their ruse. But before you could take a step, Benedict had angled Neddy’s shoulders in just the right way and his black ball went whizzing across the tile and slammed into the door.

Then everything seemed to happen at once. No sooner had the third ball hit the door then it swung inward and the Viscount stepped out, his face locked in agitation as he began to scan the hall. But his booted foot landed directly upon the wooden toys gathered there and he slipped, propelling his arms as he fell backward dramatically onto the threshold. 

Your surprised cry was likely the only reason he did not hear the burst of riotous laughter from the far corner. Instinct drove you to the doorway as you watched Benedict and the children duck out of sight. The Viscount was sitting himself up, grimacing and nearly steaming from the ears. You knelt beside him.

“My lord, are you alright?”

“Yes,” he angrily waved you away and clambered to his feet. “What on earth…?” When his eyes fell to the colored balls dotting the hallway floor, they filled with a sort of aggravated recognition. “The children,” he huffed, nostrils flaring.

You wouldn’t be lying if you didn’t provide further clarification. You were loyal to your employer, but not a snitch. The same skills you used to calm the nerves of frazzled children were often useful on their parents as well. “These things are bound to happen with so many little ones in the house, my lord.” You offered him a gentle smile, trying to convey sympathy rather than amusement.

His jaw clenched, but the fire faded out of his posture as he nodded. “You are right.”

“I imagine you and your siblings were much the same, growing up here.”

At this he smiled, his features brightening into an entirely different man. This was the Viscount as you saw him with his son, the one full of love, hidden though he may have been at times. “Indeed we were,” there was a hint of a chuckle to his tone, and he seemed to grow misty, lost in his memories.

“I will be sure to reprimand them…”

“No,” He cut you off quietly, shaking his head. “You don’t need to scold them. The parents will see to their discipline.” 

Something in the way he said it, with a sense of intent rather than wrath, touched your heart. He wanted to be involved in his child’s life, much more so than any other parent you had worked for, and it was endearing. He looked at you with good humor in his warm brown eyes.

“But if you could keep them from scheming again, if you catch it in time…”

You smiled widely. “Understood, my lord.”

He returned your smile, and then with a curtsy, you backed out of the room and closed the door behind you. All you could think as you marched purposefully toward the far end of the hall was how lucky Benedict and the children were to have such a merciful head of family. Many other boys - or brothers - would have been made to pay for creating such a spectacle. When you turned the corner you found the culprits huddled together, Benedict trying to shush the three boys who were cackling with glee as they recounted the Viscount’s extraordinary fall. He turned in alarm as you approached, eyes wide with anticipatory guilt, a look you were certain he must have worn frequently as a child himself.

When he saw it was just you, he exhaled in disbelief. “You didn’t turn us in.”

The boyish lilt of gratitude in his voice and the relief in his eyes softened something inside you, but you pursed your lips, intent to make your disapproval clear.

“I should have. I don’t appreciate you teaching poor behavior to my charges.”

The easy smile and devil-may-care attitude settled upon him again. “It was a harmless prank.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not sure if the Viscount would call it harmless.” You couldn’t imagine how he had been managing his seven younger siblings, and for so long. He would have been well within his rights to hire two nurses, one for his children and one for them.

“Oh, ignore him.” Benedict scoffed, then stepped closer. “I saw you laughing when he fell. You can’t deny it.” Then his voice dropped lower. “There is clearly some degree of mischief in you, Miss y/l/n, to grant us your discretion.”

You felt yourself blush, strangely overheated under his gaze. It was clear that remaining professionally courteous and distant from one another was not a consideration of his. Some part of you enjoyed it, something dormant that had begun stirring.

“And to keep up with these three, right boys?” He crowed louder again, walking over to the children and tousling their hair.

You blinked, reminding yourself that you were here to voice your disapproval. “Well yes, I suppose I must use it to know what you are all getting up to, you silly little things.” You smiled and crouched down, commanding an audience from the three little faces. You spoke firmly, adopting that precise tone to let them know you were not angry, but needed to be heard. “Now remember, whatever your uncles tell you, at the end of the day you must answer to your fathers, yes?” 

Three dark little heads nodded in unison.

“And you don’t want them too cross with you, do you?” The heads shook emphatically. “Alright, so if you are ever reprimanded, just tell the truth that your uncle told you to do it.” As you said it, you shot your eyes up at Benedict and smirked.

He gaped, aghast at your treachery. 

Then you stood, herding the brood together and ushering them back down the hall. Benedict stayed where he was and you turned, trying your best to sound supercilious. “You have my discretion Mr. Bridgerton, but I am not going to teach these children to lie.”

At this his gape transformed into that exaggerated pout, and you knew your wit had struck its target. With a smile, you turned back and kept walking.

As a parting volley he let out an exaggerated sigh. “And we were just about to get the glue.”

The withering stare you threw over your shoulder caused him to burst into laughter.

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Chapter 25 of The Long Game

Restore Point - Part Two

A restore point is a snapshot of a computer’s most important files, settings, and system configuration at a specific point in time. If a malfunction occurs, a restore point can be used to revert a computer to an earlier functional state.

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Chapters: 25/31

Fandom: Portal (Video Game)

Characters: GLaDOS, Chell, and Caroline

Relationship: Chell/GLaDOS

Chapter Length: 2,274 words (115,593 words total!)

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Overall Fic Description:

After nearly dying on the surface, Chell returns to Aperture. She reluctantly places her trust in GLaDOS, but GLaDOS is playing the long game.

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Damy and Stefy

Part 1

Kid!Fem!Reader x Damon!Salvatore x Stefan!Salvatore

(Let's pretend Damon never killed Lexi and that Katherine some what gets along with everyone)

Summary: everybody finds out that Damon and Stefan have a 4 year old sister (well obviously older but got turned at 4)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of sex, FLUFF

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Everybody is at the boarding house, by everybody that's including; Stefan, Damon, Elena, Katherine, Bonnie, Caroline, Jeremy, Tyler, and Alaric.

They were chatting in the living room until thy heard the door open and someone walking towards where they were.

"Who is it?" Damon asked louder than necessary, he then stood up with a stake.

Everyone looked confused as to where Damon got a stake so fast. "Calm down Damon it's just me......and someone else who misses you two idiots" Lexi said, coming into view carrying a sleeping little girl (you).

"Who's the kid?" Tyler asked.

"Wait you never told them yet about her?" Lexi smirked at Damon who was standing right in front of her.

"Is she your kid after having sex with a random girl?" Jeremy asked, resulting in Elena smacking him upside the head.

"She isn't his kid" Stefan chuckled.

He went over to Lexi and she handed you to him. You now in his arms, placed on his hip.

"Well then who is she?" Caroline piped up.

"Wellllll......she maybe might be.....our sister" Damon said pouring another glass of bourbon for himself.

Stefan glared at him. "She is our sister, and she has been staying with Lexi for awhile until today".

"You guys totally forgot I was bringing her back today didn't you?" Lexi said with an eyebrow raised.

"Yep" Damon said finishing his drink and sitting back down next to Katherine.

"Well I've gotta go. Bye" Lexi said then left.

From all the commotion and talking you stared to squirm around in Stefan's arms. Everyone turned there attention over to you, on Stefans lap now that he's sitting down. You woke up shortly after and looked up to who was holding you. When you saw who it was, your face lit up.

"Stefy!" You said, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Everyone smiled at the nickname.

You were basically vibrating with excitement by now, finally able to be with one of your brothers again. "Hey y/n, how bout you turn your head to the side" Stefan mentioned, pointing to the right.

You looked over and saw your other brother, Damon sitting there. You quickly crawled into his lap.

"Damy!" You said looking up at him, still not registering the other people that were in the room.

Damon rolled his eyes at the nickname and hugged you. He then pulled back and tilted your head up with his chin to face him. "How many times do we need to go over this? My name is Damon".

Everyone tried not to laugh because they wanted to see how this would end. "Damy?" You said tilting your head to the side.

"No. Day-min" he said slowly pronouncing it to you. But you shook your head and yelled, "DAMY!"

You laughed when he glared at you. "You know usually when somebody pisses me off they end up dead" he said.

Immediately Stefan pulled you out of Damon's lap and stood up to be in front of him glaring, with one of his hands pressing your head into his chest to cover your ears.

That's when you noticed everyone else in the room. You tilted your head a bit, confused as to why there were so many people staring at you now that you made eye contact with mostly everyone.

That was until you noticed Katherine and another girl that looked exactly like her. You couldn't tell who was who and started to kick Stefan to be put down.

"Ow, okay you could've just asked to be put down instead of kicking me" Stefan said, crouching down to be at your level now that your standing.

You pointed at Damon. Stefan looked towards him for an explanation. "Oh yeah, I told her that whenever she was in you arms and wanted to be let down, to kick you and you would" Damon said and smirked, while lifting up a brow.

"That sounds exactly like something you would say to a child" Alaric said staring at his friend.

"What can I say, I'm an amazing influence" Damon snarked back while smiling.

"How have you not killed her yet?" Bonnie asked concern for you.

"That's something we'll never know" Stefan said, standing back up and saw that you were walking towards Elena and Katherine.

When you got to them, you kept on looking back and forth between the two of them, wondering which one is the one you knew in the 1800s. Everybody chuckled at your confused state.

You then started to climb into Elena's lap and sat down with her hand behind your tiny back to make sure you don't fall. You looked up at her and made an even more confused face then before. She chuckled and so did Katherine, watching how long it would take you to notice that it wasn't her lap you were sitting on.

Looking down at her wrist you saw that there wasn't a bracelet so you started to also grab at her other arm that was behind your back to see. Elena switched hands, supporting your back and you saw that there was no bracelet. You shrieked over to Katherine and saw her bracelet.

You pointed one of your tiny fingers at her "Kafrine" you said slowly and then turned your head over to the girl that looked exactly like her. "Who you?" You asked then looked up again an asked "Who vem" looking over to your brothers, having a hard time trying to breath from holding in they're laughter.

Stefan came over and sat next to Katherine, nodding to Elena that she can say.

Elena looked at your doe eyes, "I'm Elena, I look exactly like Katherine but we're different people."

"Lena....'Lena" you tried to say her name but couldn't pronounce the first letter. "That's okay you can call me Lena" she smiled and you nodded happily.

Your eyes started to drift to the other people in the room and Stefan started to tell you who they are. "This is Alaric, he's a teacher and a vampire hunter, but he only kills the ones not with us or a threat" you nodded and did a cute little wave.

"The two boys over there are Jeremy and Tyler. Jeremy is Elena's younger brother. And Tyler is..." he looked at Tyler making sure he can say tell you about him being part werewolve, he nodded, smiling. "Tyler is a hybrid, a vampire and a-" you cute him off though.

"Wolfy!" Everyone looked at you with confused but laughter at in they're facial expressions. "Yeah I'm a werewolve but how do you know?"

"Lexi talk bout you" You answered, smiling.

"By that, I'm guessing you were eavesdropping?" Stefan asked. You looked up at him confused by what he said.

"No, was listening when not 'upossed to" you told him.

"That means the same-whatever. This is Caroline, she's also a vampire and dating Tyler" Stefan said.

"Girlfriend and boyfriend?" You asked and Caroline spoke, "yeah, we are."

You nodded understanding, and stefan starting to speak again. "And this is Bonnie, she's a witch just like Emily."

"'agic?" You asked her. She chuckled and nodded, "yes, I have magic." Your eyes lit up while you smiled.

You looked up at Stefan, "pway?" "Yeah, you can go play-wait no don't kick I'll set you down.

Once he set you down you went over to a cabinet and pulled out a box of building blocks then went over to an open space with no carpeting, starting to build.

"Okay, she's so adorable" Caroline said, and that made everyone chuckle.

"Yeah, except if she comes into your room at five am starting to jump on you" Damon said.

"She did that a lot to you two, didn't she" Katherine said smiling, thinking of one time when you did that to wake her up.

"Wait a second.....did she ever do that to you?" Stefan asked her.

"Well yeah, but instead of hanging her upside down then dropping her back down onto the bed, I calmed her down, getting her her fall back asleep."

"Wait, your good with kids as well?" Tyler asked her.

"I'm pretty sure only with y/n" she shrugged and went to go get herself a blood bag from the freezer in the basement.

"Wait how old is she?" Jeremy asked.

"4 but technically over 100" Jeremy nodded.

"Who turned y/n?" Alaric asked, curious. Katherine came back just in time to here the story.

"Well she was dying because she got shot by someone thinking she was also a vampire because she kept sticking to Katherine's and Pearl's sides. Once they were gone after realizing she wasn't a vampire, Anna fed her blood and then she turned and all those things" Damon explained and Jeremy looked shocked at who had turned you.

"Anna, as in my used to be girlfriend?" Damon nodded and that's when you came running over to Damon.

"Anna!?" You asked excited thinking she was here since you heard her name.

"Um no, hun, Anna's....not here" Damon said, everyone looked shocked (except for Stefan and Katherine, knowing that he has a soft spot for you), seeing that Damon had a soft side.

"Oh...okay" you looked down, sad then went back over to where you were playing.

Damon realized everyone staring at him. "What?"

"You were being really sweet" said Bonnie.

"And really careful on what to say, to not tell her what happened" Caroline added.

"Okay, new rule. No one mentions anything about how I'm actually a loving person" Damon said, being kind of sarcastic at the last two words.

Most of them all risen their brows, knowing that he would rather stake himself than cry infront of them or do anything loving, without a second thought. "Okay I'm a loving person for y/n/n."

After talking for a bit more about how the two brothers actually have a baby sister (mostly of how they hadn't gotten her killed yet), they heard a loud crashing sound. The sound was all of the blocks you built falling down to the ground. (The blocks are made of wood, don't worry they don't have sharp edges at all, Damon and Stefan checked).

Everyone immediately went into the next room over to where you were and saw you were surrounded by all the blocks now laying around everywhere on the ground. "You okay Sweetie?" Stefan asked and you nodded and looked confused.

"Why are you confused?" Elena asked, curiously.

"Why you fink I'm not okay?" You asked.

"Well, all the blocks you built fell" Stefan said.

"I know, I nock vem over" you explained and sat on the ground starting to build them again.

You then reached out a block to Caroline, and she took it placing it on top of where you started to build again.

Now you were building with Caroline, while everyone sat down in there talking, Caroline obviously joining in on the conversations but still playing with you at the same time.

Damon went over to the fire place to set a fire and while lighting a match he scraped his knuckle against the striker on the box. "Fuck! That hurt" he said and then set the fire.

You looked up, hearing what he said. "fuck" Everyone turned to you and Jeremy and Tyler chuckled, obviously not going to help.

"No, that's a bad word, your not allowed to say that" he exclaimed and you frowned at him. "Fuck!"

"No your not allowed to say that, if you do I'm going to put soap in your mouth for five minutes.

You nodded but then pirked up again. "Lexi said vat it okay to say vem" you said.

"Well Lexi isn't right for saying that. Those are bad words that you aren't allowed to say" Damon said, coming over to you.

You opened your mouth about to say it again but Damon cut you off before you said anything. "Stef means it, he will put a bar of soap in your mouth for five minutes if you say anymore bad words" you looked at Damon and nodded before going back to the building blocks.

"Knock over!" You exclaimed and pushed down the tower and started to giggle. "Huh, you like to make a lot of noise" Caroline stated and you nodded, happily.

Stefan then stood up and went over to where you started to build again, while Caroline got up to get a drink. "How about you start to clean up, it's time to go to bed" he said putting his hands on your arms to stop your movements and make sure your listening to him.

"Don' wanna" you pouted, stefan lightly smiled at your answer.

"Well you've gotta, or else I'll get Damon to put you to bed like he did on Halloween night" Stefan suggested and your eyes widened.

You quickly shook your head and started to put the building blocks away in the bin then dragged it back to the cabinet. You then came back running into the room clinging to Stefan's legs. "Alright, let's go. Say goodnight" He smiled at you and picked you up, placing you on his hip.

"Nigh' nigh'" You did a little wave at everyone before setting your head back down on Stefan's shoulder.

When you guys got to your room Stefan got a night gown out of a drawer then got you dressed into it after getting you to cooperate and stop jumping on the bed. After he got you to wash your face and brush your teeth, he laid you down in the bed, saying goodnight. He kissed your forehead, leaving and closed the door heading back downstairs.

While Stefan was walking into the living room where everyone else was he saw Damon about to go upstairs. "Don't even think about scaring her, Damon!" Stefan said and dragged him back to the couch.

"What happened the last time he scared her?" Alaric asked. Katherine chuckled at the question. "She wouldn't go anywhere near Damon for a whole week and didn't talk to him at the same time" Katherine said, smirking at Damon. "So worth it" he stated.

"So you guys just want to stay over tonight?" Stefan asked, sitting down. Everybody agreed and started to have another conversation and got out some alcohol. Them also wondering how Damon isn't drunk yet.

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Let us thank these MPs for supporting their colleagues

Let us thank these MPs for supporting their colleagues

There are two very recent Early Day Motions that I have recently written about, the first one endorses England women’s national football team which I wrote about here and it was written by the Conservative MP Tracey Crouch from Kent. Her EDM can be obtained from here. When I wrote about it a few days ago there were only 11 signatures and we can be delighted that one more MP has signed it today.…