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toeffelphi · 1 year
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eaterofman · 5 months
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Yandere Coworker Harem x New Hire Reader: A Meeting with the CEO
Follow up to this post
Finally fed up with it all, you decide to leave... but you learn it may not be that easy.
Content Warnings: General creepiness, yanderes, financial manipulation, manipulation, power difference, gaslighting
AN: Holy shit the first part blew up, more so than any post I've ever made on tumblr... ever. Thank y'all, and I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations? Had to ignore a few asks since they were essentially the plot to this part, haha.
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As nice as Jake is... it starts to wear on you. The seclusion from your other coworkers, Warren and Jax's constant attention, it all becomes too much. This was the easiest money you've ever made, but it almost felt... condescending in a way. Seriously, you feel like you haven't actually worked in months, just given simple tasks to complete so that Jax could praise you. Otherwise, you felt like you were just eye candy set in a pretty office. No more, you figure. You make up your mind to go back to HR, it's been a long time coming. They either fix it, or you're gone.
With your mind made up, you return to Leon. He'd been so kind before, surely he'd help, right? As you explain your problems to him, he nods and gently smiles. In your distress, you don't notice his hand moving to cover yours, massaging yours comfortingly. You welcome the comforting sensation, overwhelmed to the point of not really considering the implications. You look into his dark eyes as you finish, silently pleading with him for help.
"That really is something. I'm sorry to hear your experience with the company has been so distressing. Tell me, do you have any proof?"
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His demeanor seems to shift instantly back to the colder man you remember from your first sight of him. His fingers rubbing gentle circles into your palm shift into a harsher grip.
"Proof? I-I mean, the cameras have probably caught something?"
You'd say there were eyewitnesses, but all of your other coworkers had been avoiding you. You barely even knew their names...
"Unfortunately, our cameras have been malfunctioning lately, I doubt they'd catch anything. Without any actual witnesses, I'm afraid I can't do anything for you."
"How can you say that without even looking? This place is insane- you know what? I'm just quitting. I can't take this anymore."
You try to remove your hand but he keeps it there. His gaze is suddenly ice cold. He lets your hand go after a few moments of tension, fingers lingering before you yank your hand to your chest.
"Ah, you could quit... but I'd really recommend against it. You'd of course have to pay the dues you signed in your contract, as well as any additional fees. I'm not in charge of finances, but my estimate would be somewhere around... 200 thousand or so?"
You gasp, blood running cold. 200 thousand?! You don't remember signing that, but you also don't recall really reading over the contract in your excitement. You try to think of a way out, surely there had to be some sort of loophole-
"Of course, there's always the option of asking the CEO to change your contract, but..."
You'd tuned anything after that out, insisting to meet with the CEO as soon as possible. Which, to your surprise, was almost immediately. Almost like he'd been... waiting for you? Leon himself lead you to the CEO's room, at the very top of the skyscraper your office resided in. As you're let in, you're met with the biggest office you'd ever seen. It composed of the entire top floor of the skyscraper, massive windows encircling the entire ornate office.
You really try to ignore the feeling that you're walking into a trap.
The CEO was patiently waiting for you. Like a king on a throne, he sat in the middle of the room in front of a surprisingly simple desk. You'd heard of the CEO, Kennedy Grey, but you'd never met him in person before. He had an air of sophistication around him, an older gentlemen with salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed beard. His suit was pristine and looked expensive, probably costing more than your entire yearly salary. He smiled, urging the two of you to sit. His eyes glanced over to Leon's, a slight smirk on his face as if the two were in on a joke you weren't.
"So, what brings you two here? I've heard very good things about you from Jax. Things are going well, I presume?"
You fidget, despite his welcoming tone, he felt oddly... menacing. Like you weren't supposed to disagree with him, even if he asked you a question. You begin to explain your issues, but are quickly stopped with a firm look of disapproval when you bring up the idea of leaving the company.
"Now now, we can't have that, can we? With your contract, that wouldn't be a very smart idea, would it?"
Before you can even respond, he simply continues to talk over you.
"No, no it wouldn't. And you've just been such a good worker, we'd just hate to lose you."
"Well, I was actually hoping we could talk about the contract, I just don't think it's fair-" you can barely get your thoughts out as he cuts you off again.
"Unfair? But my dear, you signed it. I'd just hate to get my lawyers involved... they're top of the line, y'know? Besides, you don't actually want to leave, you're just... stressed. What do you need, a paid week off? A bonus for your hard work?"
"No-"
"Well, now that that's done, let's get back to work, shall we? You'll have a bonus on your next pay-"
You've had enough of his condescension and interruptions, it's time for you to interrupt him.
"You know what, I'll take the lawsuit. You people are insane. You can have the money if you want, but I'm out of here."
As you get up, you find you can't. Leon has moved behind you, surprisingly strong arms holding your chair in, preventing you from moving. You look up at him in angered confusion, but he's sharing a look with Kennedy. You once again feel like you're missing an important part of an inside joke again. You try to struggle, but you're stopped as Kennedy interrupts.
"Apartment 101, Evergreen Apartments, right?"
"W-wha-"
"You know, I've been venturing into the rental market recently. Very profitable at the moment. I actually just bought a few buildings in your area, including your little apartment. Such a shame, you know you could do better, right? All you have to do is ask..."
He smiles at you as if this was a normal conversation to him, like he was doing you a favor.
"I guess that makes me your landlord now, if you think about it!" his smile turns colder, eyes crinkling like he's laughing at you, "That being said, I just don't see how you're going to pay for the rent increase without this job. I hate to do it, but it's a necessity, y'know? Cost of living and such."
He waves his hand like it's no big deal, like he isn't playing with your livelihood and threatening you.
"You could move out, of course, but well, word gets around, and I just don't know how the other investors in the area would react to your... history."
You feel dread well up in the pit of your stomach and tears in your eyes. He... has you. What could you even do? Moving out of the city would mean starting over, and that's if you could even find a place and a job to pay for said place, and paying for the lawsuit-
In your panic, you can only whimper, "I just... why? Why me? i don't understand-"
"That's the beauty of it all, you don't have to. All you have to worry about is coming in and doing your job. We'll handle all the rest."
You jump, having almost forgotten Leon was behind you in your panic. You go to open your mouth-
"Wonderful insight, Leon. Now that we're all on the same foot, let's get back to work, shall we?"
You can only numbly nod your head, too overwhelmed to continue fighting.
You're finally allowed to sit up and begin walking towards the door, trying to speed walk out of the huge room that somehow managed to feel claustrophobic. You just wanted out at this point, you needed somewhere to think.
As you step into the elevator, Leon staying behind in the office-thank god-you're interrupted one final time.
"Oh, and I meant what I said. If you ever need any assistance, anything at all, just come to me. All you have to do is ask."
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feelmyskinonyourskin · 7 months
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Pink Roses [Fake Dating Trope]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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Fake Dating situation 1. Two characters pretend to date for some purpose such as social gain, only for real feelings to get involved at some point "Bucky asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend to keep his elderly sister happy. You’re just platonic friends/coworkers, what could possibly go wrong?"
Warnings: Lil’ bit of angst into a happy ending. Reader uses fem pronouns and is referred to as ‘girlfriend’. No use of y/n. Friends to lovers. Reader spends Christmas and Easter with Bucky but doesn’t necessarily celebrate them herself, but they are mentioned.
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“Thank you for the flowers by the way, they are beautiful.” Rebecca sighed, playing with the pink petals of the roses in front of her
“Of course Rebecca,” you responded. “Bucky picked them.”
“Oh my, he has good taste. He gets you flowers right?”
“Oh…” her question caught you off guard.
Bucky had merely introduced you by name when you arrived with him to visit his sister for Christmas. You assumed he had warned her he was bringing a coworker, but she seemed to not have gotten the memo and thought your relationship with her brother was something else.
“All the time, Becca. Mom raised me right.” he said, giving you a playful wink as he did
It was a lie, but Rebecca didn’t catch on.
“See I knew my brother was a gentleman. Oh he is so lucky to have you in his life.”
You shot Bucky a curious look and he merely shrugged in response.
The reason you were there with him at all began a few days before, right before Christmas.
“Hey Bucky, just heading out. See you in the New Year!” you said, tying your scarf tightly around your neck, ready to leave the Avengers compound for the two week break from work.
“Hey yeah! Have a good winter break! You got any big plans?” he asked
“No. Keeping it quiet this year.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah I just…I got so sick of my family asking me the same thing and all my cousins flaunting engagement rings, and wedding plans, and ultrasounds, that I just don’t even bother going home for holidays anymore.”
“Oh yeah, I get it. You should meet my sister. I’m going to see her on Christmas and all she does is worry about me. She’s convinced I’m unhappy because I’m single. She literally tries to set me up with every new nurse they hire at her nursing home and I just know most of the Christmas dinner conversation is going to be asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”
“Oh gosh that sounds fun.” you said with a chuckle
“Hey if you don’t have any big Christmas plans, would you want to come with me? My sister loves company and we can even get takeout afterwards. You know, just so you don’t have to spend Christmas alone?”
“Bucky, that’s very sweet of you. I’d love to. Your sister sounds amazing. I can't wait to meet her.”
“Great. Yeah Rebecca’s a fun time. She’s 98 and still smart as a whip. You’ll love her!”
“Okay sounds like a plan.”
The Crown Heights Senior Living Center knew how to throw a Christmas party, with Rebecca Barnes leading the charge on the caroling group and Bucky helping her coordinate the gift exchange.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had such a fun time, with a group of octogenarians no less.
“Wow Rebecca! How did Bucky keep a pet racoon in the attic for a whole week without your mother noticing?”
“Well that old Brownstone we lived in was solid. They don’t build them like that anymore. The walls were so thick it took her a while to figure out where the scratching noises were coming from.”
“Yeah well she also got suspicious when I swiped an extra serving of her meatloaf and ran upstairs with it right after dinner.” Bucky chimed in
“Speaking of, Becs they’ll be serving your dinner soon and we’re getting hungry too.” Bucky said, standing and giving his sister a kiss on the forehead
“Darling, it was lovely to meet you.” Rebecca said to you, then turned to her brother “James, please bring your girlfriend around more often, she’s a treat.”
You and Bucky smiled at her and departed the room, making your way down the tinsel decorated hall.
“Awe, she thinks I’m your girlfriend!” you teasingly commented, playfully smacking his arm
“Yeah well, literally every time I visit, she’s trying to set me up with a new nurse they’ve hired and she’s always asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“Now when I come back to visit next week, she’s gonna ask about you and I’m gonna have to break her heart and tell her I’m still alone and destitute. I…” Bucky trailed off
“What?”
“It’s a dumb idea.”
“What is?”
“What if we… look this might be crazy but. Would you want to, you know, pretend to be my girlfriend? Just come with me to the nursing home every once in a while on like holidays and things? Just to keep my sister happy. I mean she’s 98 years old, there’s not a lot left going on in her life and I’ve literally never seen her more excited.”
“Okay. This is either going to go really well or really poorly. Either way I wanna see it. So yeah. Let’s do it.”
You saw Bucky at work nearly everyday in the New Year, exchanging pleasantries and making small talk like all coworkers do. At the beginning of February, he brought up his sister again, mentioning that she asked about you and asking if you’d like to join him to visit her again on Valentine's Day. You agreed.
Bucky gave your front door three knocks and you swung it open to greet him, still fiddling with the clasp on your necklace as you got ready.
“Hey, I’ll be ready in a few.” you said as he entered your apartment, stopping in your tracks as you noticed the bouquet he held in his metal arm.
Pink roses, just like the one’s he’d brought Rebecca at Christmas.
“Oh these are for you.” he said, noticing your gaze traveling to them
“For me? But…”
“Don’t worry I have another bouquet for Becca.” he said, pulling an identical bouquet from behind his back “But at Christmas I told her I got you flowers all the time, so I figured I actually should, you know, not be a liar.”
“Not be a… Bucky, we are quite literally about to go see her and lie to her a bunch! You know, about us.” you gestured between the two of you
Bucky laughed and shook his head.
“Fair, but why lie about one more thing? And besides, I think I owe you more than just a thank you for doing all this.”
“Fair.” you said, mimicking his tone and taking the bouquet from him
As you filled a glass vase in the sink and placed the roses in it, Bucky stepped behind you, grabbing the necklace from where you had placed it on the counter and wordlessly fastened it around your neck.
A chill ran down your spine as his fingers fiddled with the clasp, finally connecting it with the hook and pressing his palm against the back of your neck to lay it flat.
“Now I know you aren’t just spending such a romantic holiday just visiting an old lady. What are your plans? James, how are you romancing your lady today?”
You and Bucky looked at each other nervously. You hadn’t really discussed backstory or any other thing she might want to know about your relationship.
“I’ll tell you later Rebecca, don’t want to ruin any surprises!” Bucky finally spoke up, and you made a point to reach for his right hand, intertwining your fingers with his like any couple might and put on an excited look on your face for the non-existent Valentines plans. His palm was warm as he rubbed his thumb in delicate circles around your hand.
“Oh good! Well don’t let me keep you kids too long!” she exclaimed, shooing you out the door of her room
“Okay we really need to discuss more backstory and stuff before we come here. She’s asking too many questions.” he commented as you walked down the hall
“Bucky, maybe this is a bad idea. Your sister is so sweet and I feel bad lying to her like this.”
“Hey, look, she's happy because she thinks I’m happy. We can call this off if you want, but I really think it’d break her heart if I tell her we broke up. Please, just a few more visits? Just so she doesn’t think I’m totally alone.”
“But you are.”
Bucky shot you a look that you’d only ever seen when Sam got on his nerves.
You gnawed at your bottom lip and gave it some thought, Bucky’s blue eyes staring you down. “Okay. But we need to come up with more of a back story. Let’s go grab a cup of coffee and set some ground rules?”
“It’s a date.”
Your eyes went wide at the word date.
“Sorry. It’s a ‘platonic coworkers pretending to date’ not-date.” he said with a grin
“Fine, but you’re buying.”
“It’s Valentine's Day, it'd be absolutely ungentlemanly of me to not.”
The coffee shop around the corner was decorated for the occasion, with heart-shaped foil garland cascading from the ceiling and a cupid chalk drawing taking up a large portion of the menu board.
The barista topped your hot chocolate’s whipped cream with red and pink sprinkles and Bucky chuckled at the foam heart she drew into the top of his latte.
Every other table seemed to be occupied by couples, all looking gooey-eyed at each other and whispering sweet nothings across the small marble tables.
You were so busy taking in all the displays of love that Bucky had to clear his throat to get your attention, arms stretched out behind you reaching for your coat.
“Oh gosh sorry.” you said, shrugging out of it as he placed it on the hook on the wall and then pulled the wooden chair out for you to sit.
“Shit, your sister is right, you are a good boyfriend.” you said
Bucky rolled his eyes with a smirk and took his seat across from you.
“Okay.��� you said, placing your palms on the table in front of you “ground rules.”
“Right, if you want to add a third to the bedroom, it has to be Sam. We made a pact a while back, it’s a long story but sorry it’s the only way...”
“Bucky!”
“Shit doll, sorry! I was kidding! I mean kind of, Sam and I did sort of agree…”
“Bucky!” you cut him off “Look if you don’t want to take this seriously, then fine I can just go and call it here. This is for you and your sister after all.”
“No, dammit I’m sorry, you’re right. Okay, go ahead.” Bucky replied
“Well we need to establish a backstory. And know a little more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious.”
“Okay. You go first. Ask anything you want to know about me.”
“Okay um. What’s your favorite color?”
“Really? You think what’s gonna make us not believable is whether or not you know my favorite color?” he looked at you in disbelief
“I don’t know! What else do couples know about each other?”
“Not sure. I haven’t dated regularly since 1943. It’s blue, by the way. What’s yours?” He responded
“Purple. Is that your usual coffee order?”
“In the winter, yes. In summer, I go for iced coffee.”
“Okay. Um. I guess it might be more important to have some facts about us. As a couple.”
“Right. Like what?”
“Well like where was our first kiss? Or our first date?” you asked
“In Central Park under the Cherry Blossoms. I’m romantic like that.”
“Bucky you told her we just started dating in the fall…”
“Fine, in Central Park under the orange leaves.”
“Who said I love you first?”
“You, obviously” he replied
That made you roll your eyes “Why is it obviously me?”
“Do I seem like the kind of guy to be open with his feelings?”
“No, you're the quietest on the team. It took four months of me working with the Avengers for you to return my good morning greeting everyday with even a nod of acknowledgement.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows as if to say “see I’m right”
“Fine. What’s the most romantic thing you've ever done for me?”
“Decorated your Christmas tree while you were at work.”
“I didn’t have a Christmas tree.”
“Well since all of this is pretend, let’s pretend you did.”
“Fine. While we’re on the subject, what did we get each other for the holidays?”
“I got you that necklace.” he nodded in your direction to the string of delicate pearls he helped you put on earlier. In reality, it’d been a gift you got yourself for your most recent birthday, but you were fine with the alternate story.
“Fine. I guess I got you a Frank Sinatra album for your record player.”
“How’d you know I have a record player?”
“Lucky guess.”
“Is it because I’m old?”
“I mean, yeah maybe…”
He sat back in his chair, looking thoroughly unamused.
“Since I know she’s going to ask next time you see her, what did you do to woo me on Valentine’s Day?” you asked
“Took you to a coffee shop and got you pink roses.” he gestured at the cafe around you, a proud smile on his face
“You know what, it’s actually the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” you said with a grin
“See, I am good at this boyfriend thing. What else should we know?”
“What side of the bed do you sleep on?” you asked
“Trick question, neither. I sleep on the floor because of my nightmares.”
“Bucky thats…” you trailed off
“Hey, it's something my girlfriend would know.” Bucky said so casually, as if he had not opened up to you and revealed something incredibly sad and personal about himself.
“Right. Um… what else do you and Rebecca talk about? That way you can think of things to weave into conversation about us that make us seem real.”
“Honestly, we talk a lot about our childhood. She helps me remember a lot of things I’ve forgot thanks to the, ya know” he pointed to his head
You nodded in understanding.
“Anyway, like last week she told me a story I’d totally forgotten about the time Steve and I snuck into the movies and when we got caught, we pretended we didn’t speak English to avoid getting in trouble.”
You listened as Bucky shared more stories about his life in the 30s and 40s, eventually laughing so much and talking so long, the cafe employees had to ask you to leave so they could close up for the evening.
He rode the subway with you to your stop and even walked you to your door as if he were really your Valentine’s date. You felt much better about seeing Rebecca again, confident now that you and Bucky could convincably appear as a real couple after today.
By the time Easter rolled around, you’d established a solid back story and even hung out with Bucky a few times outside of your work relationship to get to know each other better. You always loved every visit with his sister and hanging out with him felt easy.
You were, however, very nervous when Mother’s Day came. You’d finally be meeting Rebecca’s children and grandchildren, all of whom loved their Uncle Bucky, but loved Rebecca even more.
“You seem nervous.” Bucky commented
You had been silent but fidgety the whole subway ride from your apartment to the nursing home. Bucky, of course, picked you up at your front door every time you met, even though it was out of his way from his place to the nursing home.
“I am.” you replied
“Why? Becs loves you. She’s excited to see you again.”
“Yes but I’m meeting everyone else and it’s making me anxious.”
“Why?”
“Because they love you and your sister a lot. I want them to like me”
“I like you so they'll like you.”
“Bucky, you’re only pretending to like me! I love your sister, but it feels a lot easier to trick one old lady than to trick a bunch of people at once into believing we’re real!”
“Okay. First, I do like you. I promise, that part is not pretend.” You know he just meant it platonically, but it still made you blush.
“Secondly,” he continued “Rebecca is the sharpest person I know, so if she’s convinced, then they will be too.”
“I’m still worried they’re gonna find out and kill me.”
“Hey” he reassured “They won’t find out and they won’t kill you and even if they try, like they’re gonna get past me.” he wiggled his metal fingers in your face.
“She hasn’t said anything right? Like she isn’t getting suspicious?”
“Doll, take a chill pill. Even if she figures it out, it’s on me not you. I’m her brother, remember?”
“I know but Bucky she’s been so sweet and nice to me and I adore her and I don’t want to let her down!”
“You won’t, now just relax.”
Rebecca’s son, Scott, had prepared a fabulous meal and as you all sat around a table in the community room of the nursing home eating, her daughter Kim gave a beautiful speech about how Rebecca taught her to be a great mom and how loved she was by the family.
Tears sprung to your eyes at just how loved and revered this woman was and how lucky you felt to know her, even if it was under the false pretense of being her brother’s girlfriend.
Bucky noticed you getting emotional and placed an arm around your back, absentmindedly rubbing circles with his hand in comfort as Kim continued to speak. You shot him a look of thanks and winked at him as you saw tears welling behind his eyes as well.
After dinner had been cleared and dessert had been served, you were locked in a pleasant conversation with Bucky’s grandniece Jenny.
“I don’t know, maybe I should change my major…”
“Well, you’re young. Lots of people take years to figure it out.” you replied
“Uh oh.” she exclaimed, pointing toward the door “Looks like you’ve got some competition.”
Bucky was standing in the hall, deep in conversation with one of the nurses, who was throwing her head back in fits of laughter at whatever he was saying to her, and playfully touching his arm.
“Well, you know Bucky, he’s just… friendly.” you shrugged it off, trying to not let the interaction bother you
Jenny gave you a quizzical look, knowing that was a bold-faced lie and Bucky was the most surly and quiet person either of you had ever met. Except around you and Rebecca, of course.
“So tell me more about your thesis,” you said, directing the conversation back and hoping to distract yourself from whatever it was Bucky was doing
The subway ride back to your apartment was mostly silent, which wasn’t abnormal for him, except all you could think about was the way that nurse was with him, and more importantly, how he was with her. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her, how he had leaned into her touch everytime she placed a hand on his arm, how they had talked nearly the whole afternoon.
“So David told me he and Shelby are expecting.” Bucky said, finally breaking the silence
“David and …? Oh yeah, Scott’s oldest.” you said, still mentally trying to keep all of Bucky’s nieces, nephews, and their kids straight in your mind, having just met all of them in one go today.
“Yeah. Which means Rebecca is going to be a great-grandmother.” he continued
“Oh my gosh that’s right! That’s so great! Did they tell her?”
“Yeah. She was pretty excited. Then of course, she asked me when you and I are going to start…” he said
“Oh yeah? What did you say to her?”
“Told her we’d get to it eventually. That we were still enjoying being young and in love.”
“Bucky, you’re 106…”
A smile formed across his face and he shook his head.
“You know what I meant!”
“Well we’ll never fictitiously get around to it if you for-real flirt with nurses.” you snidely commented
“Ohhh not my pretend girlfriend pretending to be jealous!” he joked back
“I’m not jealous, Bucky, I’m just trying to keep up appearances. But I don’t blame you, she was cute.”
“Yeah she was.”
“Okay serious question, what if one of us gets into a real relationship?” you asked
“Why are you planning to?”
“No, I mean I wouldn’t complain, but I don’t exactly have any great prospects right now.”
“I don’t either.”
“Um, that nurse was absolutely a prospect.” you argued back
“Doll, will you drop it with the nurse already?”
“No. Look, if you want to be for-real happy and quit lying to your sister, I think you should ask the nurse out. This has been fun, but don’t let us pretending to date hold you back from an actual relationship.”
Bucky sighed and hung his head.
“Okay. When I visit Rebecca this week, I will ask the nurse out. Just to get you off my back about it.” he conceded
“Well just be sure to add in the fact that you have prospects lined up when you tell your sister we broke up, just to soften the blow.” you joked
“Wow, you make it sound like I have women out the door, just waiting in line for me.” Bucky joked
You could if you wanted, you’re a fucking catch, is what you wanted to say, but instead just chose to lightly chuckle at Bucky’s joke.
“I think I will wait and see if the nurse says yes and if she does, see how the date goes before breaking it to my sister. And if it goes bad, at least I still have you.”
“Wow, make a girl feel more special to be your backup plan, why don’t you?” you joked
“You know what I mean! Wait, you will still keep this up for me if the nurse says no right?”
You sighed.
“Yes. I’ve actually really been having fun spending time with your sister.”
And you, you wanted to add, but again, didn't.
“But I do want you to be happy, so I will sacrifice hanging out with the coolest 98 year old I’ve ever met if it means you get a for-real girlfriend and stop being a grumpy, lonely old man.”
“Thanks doll, you’re the best.”
Things at work got hectic that week and you didn’t see Bucky until midway through the next week.
You were sitting at your computer, combing some case files when Bucky snuck up behind you.
“So things got complicated…”
“Jesus, Bucky, don’t scare me like that!” you said, practically jumping out of your seat when he spoke
“Sorry!”
“Wait, complicated how?”
“Well I asked the nurse out. And she said yes. And apparently it was the hot topic in the nursing home all weekend. And my sister asked why I was two-timing you. So I had to tell her we broke up.”
Your heart sank at the thought of not hanging out with Bucky and Rebecca anymore.
“Okay. Well, we knew that might have to happen. And the nurse?”
“Her name is Maddie, by the way. And we went out last night.”
“And?”
“It went well. She was nice and it was fun and we’re going to go out again this weekend.”
“Bucky, that’s great. I’m really happy for you.” you replied, trying to truly mean it and push your own feelings towards the situation aside.
But your mind just raced with worry about how well it actually went. Did he mean it went well like it was an agreeable evening and they talked a few hours and went their separate ways? Or did he mean it went well like she got to find out if his lips were as soft as they actually look? It went well like they hooked up and had steamy sex and she got to feel how his toned muscles felt under her hands while he brought her to ecstasy the way you’d always imagined and … no. You needed to stop. It was a bad idea to think about him that way. Especially since he now belonged to someone else, and never really belonged to you in the first place.
“Doll, I really can’t thank you enough.” Bucky spoke and broke you out of your spiraling thoughts “Rebecca had so much fun with you and you know… I think pretending to date you might have actually given me the confidence to ask Maddie out. Don’t know if I thought I could be a good real boyfriend without being a good fake one first.”
You laughed and shook your head.
“Well I’m happy to have helped. And by the way, yeah you were a phenomenal fake boyfriend. Better than most of the real ones I’ve had.”
You tried not to let the tears come to your eyes that you could feel brimming to the surface. You were just sad to say goodbye to Rebecca, that’s all. She was so special and spending time with her was a gift. It helped that Bucky was also so charming and funny, but it was absolutely just about Rebecca. Afterall, you’d still get to see Bucky at work. You wouldn’t really talk as in-depth as when you were with his sister and hanging out in service of keeping up the lie, but it would be fine.
However, much to your disappointment, it seemed like after that conversation, Bucky avoided you like you two had actually been a couple and actually broken up. He wouldn’t look you in the eye during mission briefings, wouldn’t say more than two words to you and they were always related to work, and if he ever found himself alone in a room with you, he quickly found an excuse to leave.
It had been about two months since you had “broken up” and you had given up hope of even having any sort of friendship with Bucky. But the truth was, you missed him. You missed making fun of him when he made a reference so outdated, historians wouldn’t even get it. You missed the way his smile rose more on his right side when you’d crack a joke. You missed when he’d sing along to one of Rebecca’s records and try to dance with both you and her at the same time, inevitably spinning you into each other and ending in the three of you in a fit of giggles.
You tried not to think of it though, threw yourself into work and tried to forget. But you couldn’t. Everything reminded you of him.
And you tried not to think about how much you missed him as you watched him walk onto the ramp of a quinjet, prepping to take off for a ten day mission to take down a Hydra base in Latvia.
Six days later, you were in your apartment, making your evening cup of tea when your phone rang.
You picked it up and put it down three times before finally processing that it was Bucky’s name popping up on the screen. With the time zone difference, it had to at least be three in the morning where he was.
“Bucky?” you finally answered “Is everything okay?”
“No. Doll, it’s not.”
“What happened? Are you okay? Is Sam okay? Did something go wrong?” you panicked, knowing of all the hundreds of people the Avengers employed, you were not the person to call if something went wrong with the mission.
“No, it’s Rebecca. She um…” Bucky sounded on the verge of crying and your heart broke in an instant “Kim called and Rebecca is in the hospital. I didn’t get all the details, but it’s not good.”
“Bucky, I’m so sorry.”
“Listen, I know I’ve already asked so much of you, but can you please… Can I ask you to go for me? Go see her? Sam and I are trying to wrap up as quick as we can, but I just can’t bear the thought of not being there with her and she loved you so much and I know you being there would really mean a lot to both of us.”
You had never heard Bucky ramble like that before. His voice was shaky and unsure and it broke your heart.
“Okay. Of course I can go.” you replied without hesitation. You loved Rebecca too, of course you wanted to be with her.
“Thank you. So much. Really. I’ll text you the room number and the hospital. I’ll let Kim and Scott know you’re coming too.”
“Okay.”
“And um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how it’s been lately.”
“Bucky, It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. But um, we can talk more when I get back.”
“Okay. I’ll go see her now, just text me.”
You were pulling on your shoes already when Bucky’s text came through. You were out the door and to the hospital in less than twenty minutes.
Kim greeted you with a big hug when you arrived.
“Oh, she’ll be so excited to see you!” Kim said, leading you down the hall of the hospital towards Rebecca’s room “You know, she still talks about you all the time even though you two broke up a while ago.”
You tried to bite back a smile, not wanting to feel happy in such a grim situation. But knowing at least Rebecca missed your presence and made sure Bucky didn’t forget you lightened your mood just a little.
Any hint of a grin was knocked off your face as soon as you stepped in the room. Rebecca was looking quite different from when you last saw her. Usually so healthy and spry for her age, she looked frail in the thin hospital gown, laying limply in the bed in the middle of the sterile room. Her gray curls were not in their usual coiff, but unkempt and wild. Her eyes looked sallow and dull. But her beautiful smile still came through when she saw you walk into the room.
“Oh my dear!” she reached out a shaky hand toward you. “It is so good to see you!”
Her hand wrapped around yours and she patted it a few times.
“How have you been? Oh, I’ve missed you! You know I was just saying to James the other day, it was a shame he let such a gem like you go.”
“Rebecca, that’s very kind, but how are you? Are you resting? Are you feeling better?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I was fine, but the nurses at the home, they called an ambulance and made me come here!”
“Mom, you passed out and your heartbeat was at 22 bpms!” Kim interjected
Rebecca waved her hand, then turned back to you.
“Where is James? Did you come with him?” she asked
“No. He’s away on a mission, but he’ll be here as soon as he can. He asked me to come see you until he could get here.”
“Oh that’s so kind of you. You know, he really loved you. I could see it every time he looked at you and every time I’d ask about you he’d talk and talk. I told him to hold on to you, but, well my brother never wants to listen to me!”
“Mom!” Kim interrupted again and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Even in this state, Rebecca’s personality was still shining through.
You caught up a little more, filling Rebecca and Kim in on your life since you last saw them.
Finally, Rebecca’s eyes kept closing mid-sentence and you and Kim left her to get more rest.
As you and Kim walked down the hall of the hospital together, she filled you in more on Rebecca’s health and explained that Scott and Jenny were also taking shifts visiting, currently hanging out in the waiting room down the hall.
“Sweetie, it’s getting late, let me give you some money so you can get a cab home.”
“No, Kim, I’ll stay here with you guys tonight.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Please? Just until Bucky calls again. Maybe by morning we’ll have a better idea of when he’ll be back.”
Kim nodded and gave your arm a light squeeze in thanks.
The waiting room was small and featured dated furniture and peeling wallpaper set under the glow of harsh fluorescent lights. Scott was asleep, curled in an uncomfortable position in a chair in the corner. Jenny flashed you a tired smile as you entered. You sat on one of the worn couches and laid your head back, attempting to drift off into sleep.
The night was rather restless, dozing in and out, but never really getting pulled into sleep fully. Between the buzz of hospital employees rushing about, the cramped sleeping arrangement, and the worry chewing in the pit of your stomach about both Rebecca and Bucky, it was far too difficult to get solid rest.
Would Rebecca be okay? How would Bucky act towards you when he got back? Would things go back to being friendly between you as a thanks for being there for his family or would he simply continue to ignore you and act as though this also didn’t happen?
You must have finally gotten to sleep, because you were pulled out of slumber by a metal hand squeezing yours and a soft calling of your name by a familiar voice.
Your eyes shot open to find Bucky, crouched down in front of you, face meeting yours as he gently woke you. Despite the exhaustion painted on his face, he was a radiant light in the otherwise dim environment.
“Bucky!” you sat upright and pulled him into a tight hug
“Hey Doll.” he said, squeezing you so tightly you thought you’d burst like a can of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls.
“How did the mission go? When did you get back? Have you been in to see your sister yet?” you asked
Bucky shook his head.
“We can talk about the mission later. Thank you so much for being here.”
“How is Rebecca?” you asked
“I… um. I don’t know. I just got here and came to see you guys first.” he nodded toward the sleeping forms around you.
“You should go see her. Hopefully she got plenty of rest over night.”
Bucky shook his head some more.
“I don’t know if I can… she’s the last thing I have of my old life. I don’t know if I can bear to see her like that.”
“Bucky, she needs you. She wants to see you, she asked where you were last night.”
Bucky sighed, wetness welling in his worn blue eyes.
“I’ll go with you.” you volunteered
“Doll, you’ve already done so much. I can’t ask another thing of you.”
“Please, Bucky, I want to be there for you. And for her.”
He nodded and took your hand in his flesh one, helping you off the couch and not letting go as you walked down the hall together towards Rebecca's room.
She was sitting upright in bed and her face lit up at the sight of you and her brother, nearly spilling the applesauce the nurses brought her for breakfast into her lap.
Bucky finally let go of your hand, giving his sister a hug much more gentle than the one he gave you.
“Oh James, you know you didn’t have to rush away from work just to come see me!”
“Becca, yes I did!” he smiled
“Well, your girlfriend had things covered here.” she gestured towards you
“Oh, Becs no, we’re not back together.” Bucky explained
“Oh? But why not?” Rebecca asked
“It's not important right now. What’s important right now is getting you healthy.”
Rebecca smiled and shook her head.
“James, it is important right now. I’ve lived a lot of years and I’ve learned the most important thing in life is holding the ones you love close to you. I learned that when my big brother ‘died’ at war. I learned that when my children grew up too fast and moved away. I learned that with every grandchild born and held in my arms. And I learned that when you came back into my life after so many years.”
“Rebecca…” Bucky spoke, but she held up her hand to cut him off.
“I don’t know why you two broke up or what happened. But what I do know is how much the two of you clearly love each other. Look, James, I’m old. I know I don’t have much time left. But you, you have a life to live still and running away from the good things is not what your baby sister wants for you.”
“Rebecca, this is a conversation for her and I and another time.” Bucky argued
“You know for being my older brother, you sure aren’t wiser than me.”
“Wow, even sick in the hospital, still trying the younger sibling thing.” Bucky joked back
A knock at the door took the three of you from the conversation as a cheery nurse stepped inside the room.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I need to run a few tests the doctor ordered. It’ll only take a little while.” he explained.
Bucky sighed and gave his sister a kiss on her temple, then gestured for you to step out with him.
Once in the hall he finally broke down completely, the stress of the past few days catching up to him.
You cradled his head in your arms as he sobbed, knowing the longer the two of you stayed like this, the longer you could put off having a conversation.
“Can we go for a walk?” he asked, finally calm enough to stand and wipe the tears from his eyes
You nodded and took his hand again, leading him out to the front of the hospital into the sunshine.
A few open benches along the sidewalk provided a place for the two of you to sit. Still, it took a few minutes for Bucky to finally speak up.
“I’m sorry I let it get like this between us.” Bucky mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Bucky, please. We don’t have to do this right now. You should be worrying about your sister, not me.”
“No, Doll, Rebecca’s right.”
“Yeah?”
“About everything.” he nodded his head “About life. About us. But don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll never let me live it down.”
You giggled.
“I wanted it to be real. Not at first, but after a while. When she tells you a story about us as kids and you smile at me the way you do. Or when your eyes light up when I make up a lie about the latest romantic thing I did. I wanted it all to be real. And I still do.”
“I wanted it to be real too.” you confessed “But if you wanted that, then why did you not just ask me out for real instead of Maddie?”
“Because, like Rebecca said, I was running away from the good things. I was scared that after everything I’ve been through, no one would stick around knowing all of that about me. But then you did, and it scared the hell out of me. And I wasn’t sure if I was reading it all wrong. Asked Maddie out as an excuse to push you away. I thought maybe avoiding you would make me get over it, but it didn’t, it just made me miss you.”
“And Maddie?”
“We went on a few dates and it was fun, but of course, I kept her at a distance. Didn’t want to let her in like I did with you. So she broke it off with me after a while.”
You chuckled and shook your head.
“You know, the leaves in Central Park aren’t quite orange yet, but it’s still a nice time of year for a first date there.”
“Yeah. It is. For real this time?”
“For real this time.” you agreed “But let’s worry about getting Rebecca healthy first.”
“I bet if we go up and tell her we’re back together, she’ll run out of that room and steal a cab just to make sure we make it to Central Park today.” he joked
You softly pressed your lips against his, feeling him melt into your kiss as the tension between the two of you these last few months finally evaporated.
When you finally pulled apart, you realized now you were the one crying, relieved that things between the two of you worked out.
Rebecca was released from the hospital a few days later, new medication bringing her health back into balance and making her as vivacious as ever. She was even well enough to join you and Bucky in Central Park for your 8th date, though she didn’t know that, as you and Bucky decided it was best not to tell her about the lie even now. And of course, when Bucky and Rebecca stepped out of the cab on 5th Avenue, he held two bouquets of pink roses in his hands.
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what were q's issues? i tried to search your blog but tumblr is tumblr
Oh, that's because I never really went public with the extent of his problems. I didn't want to deal with the potential 'just euth him' comments, especially since I genuinely don't think a compassionate euthanasia would have been wrong.
Anyway, his butthole didn't work.
That's the short version.
I'm gonna put a more full history under the cut because it's really gross. Like fair warning. There's a lot of discussion of this cat's butthole, poop, and health issues. If you just want to keep imagining him as a cute little fluffball, maybe go look at his pictures instead.
Specifically, his anal sphincter didn't seem to function. His anus was just open and loose. Whatever was wrong with him ALSO seemed to affect his scrotum. Cats tend to hold their testicles pretty high and tight but his were super loose. I'm genuinely not sure if there's an actual connection there, but it was weird enough that it made its way into my notes about him.
He also had loose stools so he was just kinda constantly dribbling all over himself, whoever was holding him, his bedding, the floor--- you get the idea. He required frequent baths: he'd get a bath at the start of my shift and at the end, at the very least. Most nights had an evening bath as well. That way, he could at least stay somewhat free of excrement. This was terrible for his skin, of course; that's an excessive number of baths. It was just one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't situations. Considering the alternative was letting him sit in his own waste, we decided that baths were better.
He also wasn't gaining any weight. He wasn't taking in ANY nutrition from his food at all. Whatever went into him seemed to come right back out within a few hours. He was being tube fed for two weeks; he didn't seem capable of eating without grinding his teeth terribly. I genuinely wasn't sure how much sensation he even HAD in his anus until I caught him on camera squatting in a box.
That gave me hope more than anything else did. It at least told me he had nerve endings back there. It was just the sphincter or maybe the last inch or so of his intestine that seemed defective. Since he was such a sweet kitten otherwise, we decided to give him a chance to grow. The plan was to get him to UC Davis or a similar teaching hospital in the hope that they could extend his good intestine and sort of construct an artificial sphincter.
And then he just got over it. I picked him up to give him his morning bath and his butthole was just SLIGHTLY puckered. Over the next few days, I took a series of the grossest pictures in my fucking life and confirmed that his sphincter was sphincting. He started eating voraciously on his own. He started growing. He also stopped tooth grinding-- again, I don't know if this is significant, but it's another thing that made it into my notes.
I have no idea what happened, but I'm glad he's healthy. He just needed time to grow into his butthole or something.
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All the KinnPorsche fics that had me in a chokehold - completed recs because I know we all have PTSD from incomplete fics
So here I am after thousands of years of being off tumblr for one reason. KINNPORSCHE. Now if you’re like me and you like to hyper fixate on things, then you know what’s it’s like to spend hours trying the find the best fics to satisfy that boost of serotonin. So here I’ve listed all of my favorite KP fics I’ve read on AO3. Now, I mainly read smut but I do enjoy a little fluff every once in a while so WARNING: I’m gonna list some of the most toe curling, smut filled fics of them all here, some summaries are VERY EXPLICIT. I do read Vegas/Pete and Kim/Chay fics as well but this is primarily dedicated to my two favorite kingpins. Originally this was going to be a complete/incomplete rec list but I then realized it was going to be a monster of a rec page. Anyways ENJOY !
Update 10/1/22: Happy spooky season! Can I just say that I honestly did not expect my little list to blow up like this? You guys all fed into my praise kink, not gonna lie. And some of the authors saw it!?! I am not worthy!!! You all deserve the love!!! I realized I left out a couple fics and I am back to right my wrongs! So any * you see has been added since the orig post date... I might need to make a second list.....
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The Kings Tree - LuckyDragon
Summary: Kinn was seven when he woke up one morning to discover a small silver circle on the back of his left wrist.
Chapters: 14/14 Words: 78,474
In the Eye of the Beholder - asleepby2
Summary: Rich, the latest recruit to the main family's famed security detail, has no idea what exactly the two dons have going on and he's determined to find out.
- or -
Kinn and Porsche as observed by an oblivious fool.
Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7,883
tiny spark, mighty flame - BeStillMySlashyHeart
Summary: In a world where the touch of your skin with another could reveal your soulmate, Kinn keeps his collars high and his gloves on. What happens when he's not allowed to do that anymore?
Chapters: 11/11 Words: 29,452
A Little Wicked - midnightsurge
Summary: “There is a way to get her off your back,” Kinn seems reluctant to say. “I don’t know how willing you’d be to go through with it.”
Porsche raises an eyebrow.
Kinn sighs and finally spills. “If she thinks you’re with me, she won’t dare approach you anymore.”
Porsche freezes. He stares Kinn down.
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Porsche never pawns the watch. Kinn never kidnaps him. Somehow they still fall for each other.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 11,146
Paperwork Promises - surrealsunday
Summary: Filing paperwork and tending to the needs of rich, stuffy executives was never Porsche’s dream career, but a job is a job. That job is made a lot less easy – but maybe a bit more interesting – when the boss he’s been avoiding since that very first day in the elevator, gets a lapful of coffee and an eyeful of Porsche. Just when Porsche was getting used to the monotony of the every day…
Executive Bossman Kinn | Assistant Smartass Porsche
Chapters: 8/8 Words: 80,533
fool me once (fool me twice) - perfumes
Summary: Porsche wondered if any of it was real. It sure seemed real at the time, when Porsche chose scissors to Kinn’s rock, when Kinn looked back at him with such devastation. Such love. It felt real when he’d looked up from the fish they’d caught and said: So kind. Why do you keep your smiles to yourself?
Now, Porsche wore handcuffs again. He left them lying alone in his cell. He could barely look at them.
Perhaps, Porsche had only seen what he wanted to see. Perhaps, he had only ever been a replacement to Kinn. Until the real thing came along.
“I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago,” he said. “But I need your help. Will you give it?”
Vegas smirked.
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(Or: When Kinn believes Tawan over Porsche, Porsche asks Vegas to help him fake his and his brother's deaths to escape the mafia world. Years later, Kinn visits a small, private beach and orders a drink.)
[Episode 9 Canon Divergence]
Chapters: 8/8 Words:  30,528
Parallel Love - PrinceHeart
Summary: “Do you take Porsche Pachara Kittisawat as your lawful spouse?”
Kinn’s jaw clenched at that, then he reminded himself why he was doing this.
“I fucking do.”
Or where the only solution to bloodshed, violence and disaster between the two mafia clans, is simple. An arranged marriage.
Chapters  20/20 Words:  64,154
between the sheets - DasWarSchonKaputt
Summary: “And who’s that?”
“Oh. That’s Porsche. He’s Khun Kinn’s live-in boytoy. He’s harmless, mostly. Just a pretty face.”
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A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.
Chapters: 8/8 Words:  70,456
cravin’ - yeetlegay
Summary: It’s only when Kinn is two knuckles deep in Porsche’s ass, his teeth buried in the meat of his thigh, that it occurs to Porsche he probably isn’t that straight.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,847
Trials & Tribulations - rainbowcolored7
Summary: In which Kinn is a renowned lawyer for TK & Associates, as well as a certified bastard, and Porsche is his new assistant who isn't sure whether he'll scald him with hot coffee or fuck him before he decides to quit.
Chapters: 3/3 Words:  26,348
Your teeth round my organs - androktasia
Summary: “Aren’t you meant to finger me?” Porsche asks, breathless, as Kinn smears lube around the rim of his hole. Kinn looks up, pausing his movements, and Porsche shifts slightly, almost unconsciously, as though trying to get him inside.
“Where did you hear that?” Kinn asks.  
“I watched some porn,” Porsche says, and Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. He remembers the kind of porn Porsche likes – shrieking women lying back and taking it from coarse, grunting men. “Gay porn,” Porsche clarifies after a moment.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 3,148
Weak Spot - tessalane
Summary: Kinn nods and clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m – I’m taken.”
“And who is the lucky one?” His uncle snorts, clearly not buying it. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and scans Kinn as if his nephew would say, “ha, sorry, I was just joking.”
Kinn seems hesitant for a moment, but then he turns around and points at Porsche. “It’s Porsche.” He holds out his hand and fakes a smile aimed at Porsche. “Baby, come here.”
What the actual fuck?
Chapters: 11/11 Words:  35,920
give it to ya like you never had it - mirrorofprinces
Summary: “Porsche is extremely close to signing. In fact, he has a final meeting with the execs on Monday morning. The only condition is that he wants to request his first partner, and it’s you.”
Kinn takes a long drink of his whiskey, sets the glass down, and runs his tongue over his teeth. “So you had to meet with me, urgently, to tell me that a beautiful boy wants me to fuck him, thinking I’d say no.” He drums his fingers on the bartop. “Which means there’s a catch.”
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 7,448
right here beside you, i’m still - P1n3appl3_p3n
Summary: When Kinn gets sick, Porsche steps in to lead the major and minor families. They are grossly in love.
In his five months as head of the minor family, this is his first meeting with other clan heads without the weight and presence of Kinn, and to some it probably appears like blood in the water. Porsche much prefers to sit at Kinn's right hand, but he knows he can manage on his own.
His grin is careless, a careful veneer. Time to show these assholes the minor family isn’t one to be underestimated.
“Let’s begin.”
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 3,869
You picked a dance with the devil, You lucked out - aby01
Summary: Feral alphas are devastatingly violent, brutally vicious and absolutely loyal. To have one under your control means great power. Kinn has been looking for his own for years now.
He just didn't think he'd find it in a mouthy beta that tricks him out of his favorite watch.
Chapters: 4/4 Words:  34,025
Note: this is a A/O/B fic, if that’s not your preference genre then skip ahead... But you should really try anything once 😉.
Make Me Come Undone -  ahdriking *
Summary: Porsche fucked up. He fucked up badly.These are his consequences. Kinn teaches Porsche a lesson in trust, and being careful what he asks for. Unfortunately for Porsche, some lessons have to be learnt the hard way.
Chapters: 1/1 Words:  15,108
give him something to believe in. - Skamtrash *
Summary:  vegas and kinn make a bet to see who can fuck their bottoms better. the couples fuck next to each other to see who will win, pure filth ensues.
Chapters: 1/1 Words:  4,134
The Things We Do For Love - Hissnoiice - A/O/B fic *
Summary: He loves in the way a Theerapanyakun does. Kinn is his father's son afterall, looking after what is his has been ingrained in him since birth.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 8,021 
If You Like Series
like real people do -motherfleckers
Summary: A series of fics set in a fluffy AU where Kinn is a celebrity singer and Porsche is a bartender in a small beach town. That's it, that's all there is.
Works: 2 Words 20,279
speeding through all of these red lights - foreigncars (lunarsoo)
Summary: “I’d like to work for you.”
Porsche didn’t expect his words to draw such an easy laugh out of Kinn. He can’t say he doesn’t like the sound of it, but it’s a little disappointing that he gets to hear it at his expense.
“Why would you want to work for me, Porsche? You know what I do, right?”
- Alternatively, the one where Porsche asks to work for Kinn instead.
Works: 4 Word: 90,539
What I Would Do - TheObsoleteOne
Summary: Kinn was always in control - he had who he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted.
Of course Porsche would end up being the exception.
Works: 3 Word: 36,042
note: author does not have a series summary so i placed the summary for part 1 instead. Part 2 is a Kim/Chay one shot that I found cute. Part 3 as of now is incomplete, hoping the author finishes because I really did like this series. I still placed it on the list because part 1 ended well and is worth a read.
Readers Choice - here's where I gush over some authors
Note: Can I just give a round of applause to the following authors for having multiple works ready for me (and you) to spend countless of hours - and I literally mean hours reading through. 
iffervescent  
Note: this author also happens to have all of the sexy scenes from the KP novels translated... just saying 👀....
The power in the taking
Summary: They warned him, when he started working for the Theerapanyakun clan. Forget leadership, forget duty to his people, forget all that – they warned him. Kinn Theerapanyakun, clan heir: obsessed with power.
Porsche should have fucking listened.
Chapters: 2/2 Words:  17,005
Public Consumption
Summary: Porsche agrees to be in a gay porno. Kinn doesn't work here.
Chapters: 1/1 Words:  13,598
and its VEGASPETE counterpart
Brand Recognition
Summary: Vegas wants his top billing back. Pete likes being on the bottom.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 6,910
Sample Tasting * 
Summary: Porsche wants Kinn to ask. Kinn just wants the answers.
Chapters: 1/1 Words:  10,037
Note: also part 3 of Public Consumption 😉
Intent to Cherish -  A/O/B fic
Summary: A mouthy beta runs off with Kinn's watch. He goes to get it back
Chapters: 4/4 Words:  47,670
Knowing him, knowing you
Summary: They do the threesome thing, every now and then.
Kinn and Tay meet Porsche
Chapters: 1/1 Words:  12,619
Note: Okay so i couldn't resist throwing this Kinn/Prosche/Tay fic in here, so good and so smutttttyyyy
SourwolfZiam
The Crown
Summary: “Your Highness” Porsche greets after opening the door and finding Prince Anakinn standing there. He keeps his voice flat and emotionless as if he was addressing the King or his General. He bows his head for a few seconds, not looking him directly in the eyes as he’s taken to doing the last few months.
Porsche doesn’t miss the way the way the corners of the prince's mouth tightens at his tone.
“Lieutenant General” Prince Anakinn – Kinn – returns, his voice carefully neutral.
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Lieutenant General Porsche and Prince Kinn are together and in love, until they aren't anymore.
This is a love story.
Korn is the villain.
Chapters: 6/6 Words:  25,752
Mr. and Mr. Theerapanyakun-Kittisawasd
Summary: The life of the It couple in Thailand, billionaire Kinn Theerapanyakun and supermodel Porsche Kittisawasd.
Works: 2 Words:  8,634
fortunehasgivenup
the undone and the divine
Summary: In the aftermath of battle, all that's left is need.
Need to touch, to feel, to be certain that one is alive and whole.
Kinn and Porsche give in to their need.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,587   
but you’re everywhere (yes you are)
Summary: What if Porsche, upon remembering the kiss on the pier, went to Kinn and said that he remembered? What if there was no diamond auction? What if they'd had a different start?
Would it make them any softer?
(No.)
Chapters: 3/3 Words:  92,424
even though you’re not mine, you’ve got that look in your eyes
Summary: "He doesn’t do that kind of thing."
What Yok means when she tells Kinn this: Porsche doesn’t engage in sex work.
What Kinn hears when Yok tells him this: Porsche doesn’t take men as clients.
One day, Porsche is struggling to make ends meet, enjoying the occasional hook-up in the back of Yok’s bar. The next, Anakinn Theerapanyakul is offering him an obscene amount of money to get added to his roster of “friends”.
The money’s good, the sex is better, there’s no way that this can backfire, right?
Chapters: 2/2 Words: 26,805
The One Where Porsche and Kim Are Gym Buddies
Summary: When the Phoenix comes up to Kim at the gym and introduces himself as Porsche, it's only polite to reply. They're both in the fighting circuit after all.
One conversation leads to another and soon they're gossiping about their romantic lives.
Romantic lives being the rich dude who's been railing Porsche into next week and the cute guy that Kim can't help but want to spend more time with.
It's nice having a friend who doesn't know your brother.
Chapters: 2/2 Words: 19,598
Happy reading! I will be making a separate list for the current ongoing fics, hopefully by the time i get started they'll be close to completion. Let me know if your interested in the VegasPete or KimChay list, I dont have as much but still good to spread.
kurtstiel
i'm the one for your fire 
Summary: This series is canon compliant with the exception of Kinn and Porsche being in an established Dom/sub relationship.
It will explore various aspects of a Dom/sub dynamic with lots of bratty Porsche and doting but firm Dom Kinn.
Works: 5 Word: 39,660
gone was any trace of you *
Summary: Kinn is looking at Porsche like he’s seen a ghost.
Porsche blinks and the haunted expression is gone, Kinn smoothing it over with something neutral, but there’s still something fragile at the edges of it, like a crystal figurine balanced on a ledge. Kinn’s body relaxes in a way that’s purposefully casual, tucking his outstretched foot back onto the bed.
“You were in the bathroom,” Kinn says. He phrases it like an answer rather than a question
Or: Porsche left Kinn in their bed with nothing but a note. In the aftermath of the shootout, Kinn can't stop thinking about it.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 11,097
all of me (is all for you) *
Summary: The water has saturated Porsche's white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 9,940 
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***yeah im gonna need to make another list...
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bratshaws · 5 months
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through the hourglass 291. brb x oc
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a/n: THE FUCK IS UP WITH TUMBLR (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none uwu
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As Beatrice went about her morning routine, the aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, intertwining with the sounds of sizzling eggs and the occasional giggles from the twins' room. The morning sun bathed the kitchen in a soft glow, casting a warm and reassuring light over the familiar surroundings.
With the twins happily playing in their bouncers , while Nikki was busy watching tv with the dogs.The three kids in the living room.
As she flipped a pancake in the skillet, the rhythmic sizzle echoed the cadence of her thoughts. The scent of breakfast wafted through the house, and Nikki, ever curious, toddled into the kitchen with her stuffed bunny clutched in one hand. Her wide eyes took in the bustling scene, and she let out a delighted squeal.
"Mama, pancakes!" Nikki exclaimed, her excitement infectious.
"That's right, sweetie," Beatrice replied, her smile tender. "Pancakes for breakfast, just like your dad likes them. We're keeping up the tradition."
Nikki's eyes sparkled with delight, and she clutched her bunny a little tighter. "Uppies?” she says looking over at the high chair.
Beatrice chuckled, bending down to scoop Nikki up into her arms. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Let's get you settled in your high chair so you can enjoy your pancakes."
Nikki giggled, her tiny hands reaching out for the pancakes as Beatrice carried her over to the high chair. The twins, sensing the commotion, began to babble happily in their bouncers, they were already fed so she didn’t have to worry.
With Nikki securely fastened into the high chair, Beatrice set about arranging a plate of pancakes for her, each one carefully shaped into a smiley face.As Nikki eagerly dug into her pancake, Beatrice stole a moment to glance at the clock. It was still early, and she had some time before she needed to drop the kids off at her parents. 
The aroma of coffee drew her attention to the steaming pot on the counter. With her coffee in hand, Beatrice leaned against the kitchen counter, surveying the scene before her. The twins, now wide awake and babbling happily, were the picture of contentment in their bouncers. Nikki, with a smear of pancake on her cheek, chatted animatedly about her plans for the day.
Babbling, of course.
The tranquility of the morning was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Shells strolled in, her face lighting up when she caught sight of Nikki's excited waves.
"Auntie Shells!" Nikki called out, her mouth still half full of pancake.
"Good morning, Nikki!" Shells greeted, giving Beatrice a wink. "And how's my favorite chef doing today?"
Beatrice chuckled, rolling her eyes. "The chef is doing well, as you can see. Pancakes for breakfast, courtesy of a special request from our little pancake enthusiast here."
Shells playfully saluted Nikki. "A pancake enthusiast? Sounds great, so” she slams a bag on the counter and something makes a noise inside, like  glass hitting together inside “I got us some stuff.”
Shells' announcement piqued Nikki's interest, and the toddler's eyes widened with curiosity. "Stuff?" she asked, her bunny momentarily forgotten.
"Yep, stuff," Shells replied with a mischievous grin. "But it's a surprise. We'll need your mom's help with it, though."
Nikki's eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she turned her attention back to her pancake, alternating between bites and excited glances at Shells.
Beatrice, intrigued by the mysterious surprise, approached the bag on the counter. "What did you bring, Shells?" she asked, “Sounds ominous.’
Shells chuckled, reveling in the suspense she had created. "Oh, it's nothing too ominous, just a little project I thought would be fun for all of us. You know, a mini adventure for the morning."
"A project? What did you come up with, Shells?"
Shells gestured towards the bag. "Well, my friend, I thought we could do something special today. A bit of a DIY project with me, please I’m SO bored!" she throws her head back with a groan “I…need to do something Bea…pleaaaase.”
Beatrice raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Shells' eagerness and the promise of a morning adventure. "A DIY project, huh? You've got me curious, Shells. What's the plan?"
Shells, unable to contain her excitement, practically bounced on her toes. "Alright, here's the deal. I was thinking, why not make personalized mugs?Cause…it’s easy."
"That sounds like a fantastic idea, Shells! Where did you come up with this?"
Shells winked, "Pinterest, my dear Bea. Pinterest has all the answers. But hey, it's a cool and simple project. We can get creative, and it's something we can do together with the kids. Maybe? Plus, we'll have awesome mugs at the end of it!"
Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head. "You and your Pinterest discoveries. But I love it! Let's do it. Nikki, what do you think? Want to make a special mug?"
Nikki, who had been listening intently, nodded with a mouthful of pancake. "Mug!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
"That settles it then," Beatrice declared. "Let's clear the table, gather the art supplies, and make some mugs."
Shells eagerly dug into the bag, revealing an assortment of blank white mugs, colorful sharpies, stickers, and various crafting supplies. The kitchen table soon transformed into a DIY workshop, or what it could be.
Shells hummed ‘You are the artist one.What do you think of doing?”
"Well, I was thinking we could each make a mug that represents us," Beatrice suggested, picking up a blank mug and examining it. "Something personal, you know? A little piece of each of us captured on a mug."
Shells nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I love it! Personalized mugs that tell our stories. Nikki, what do you want on your mug?"
Nikki, her mouth still smeared with pancake, looked deep in thought. After a moment, she pointed to the stickers of stars and animals. "Stars and doggies!"
"Stars and doggies it is!" Shells declared, grabbing the stickers and placing them in front of Nikki. "You can create a whole galaxy on your mug, Nikki."
“Ohhh.’
“Better not yet, she’s still one after all.” Beatrice chuckled, pushing everything away from her daughter’s reach for safety, “For safety.”
“Hm…” Shells blinks ‘So…did you talk to Rooster?’
‘I did.’
‘How was it?”
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Beatrice waits until she can see his face on the call, “Roos! Hi” she smiles “How are you handsome?”
Rooster's tired but warm smile filled the screen. "Hey, Bea. I'm as good as can be expected. How's everything on your end? Everything good?"
Beatrice chuckled, nodded. "Well, Shells decided to help me grocery shopping…took us a while hah."
Rooster's tired eyes softened as he listened to Beatrice's voice. "Sounds like you two had an adventure. Grocery shopping can be a mission of its own, huh?"
"Oh, you have no idea. Shells and I managed to create chaos in the aisles. I think the store clerks are still recovering," Beatrice joked, glancing over at Shells who was miming innocence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “...how are you?”
Rooster chuckled, scratching his head “Managing it.” he laughs again, looking away “Everything is messy right now.”
"Tell me about it," Beatrice said with a sympathetic smile. "Life here is a bit chaotic too. But hey, we got through the grocery store chaos, so we can handle anything, right?"
Rooster's tired eyes sparkled with amusement. "Absolutely, Bea.”
“...did the whole,breach situation get resolved?”
Rooster's expression shifted, and he sighed. "Yeah, they managed to trace the source of the breach. Apparently t was a security glitch, nothing too serious. HQ is tightening up protocols to make sure it doesn't happen again. We can't afford any vulnerabilities, especially with the mission at this level of sensitivity."
Beatrice nodded, concern etching her features. "I'm glad they got it sorted out…but I know you.” she says “You don’t think that’s the reason.’
He sighs through his nose ‘No.”
“Hm.’
“But..it is what it is.” he sighs “Nothing more than that can be done.”
Beatrice studied Rooster's tired eyes, sensing there was more on his mind than he was letting on. She reached out, placing her hand on the screen as if trying to bridge the physical gap between them. "Roos, you know you can talk to me. What's really bothering you?"
Rooster hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet hers. "It's just... the uncertainty of it all, you know? The mission, the security breach, and now, not being sure who we can trust. It's a lot to carry, and I don't want it affecting you or the kids."
Beatrice squeezed the bridge of her nose, a gesture she often did when deep in thought. " You're not burdening us by sharing what you're going through. If anything, keeping it to yourself is more of a burden."
He nodded, appreciating her understanding. "I know, Bea. It's just... I want to be strong for you. For the kids. Sometimes, admitting the weight of it feels like I'm letting you down. I’m your hero,remember?"
Beatrice smiled gently, her voice softening. "Roos, our worries are intertwined. …it…hurts when you are far away and I can’t protect you.”
Rooster's eyes held a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability as he listened to Beatrice's words. The acknowledgment of his own struggles seemed to ease a bit of the weight on his shoulders. "I know, Bea. I feel the same way," he admitted, his voice sincere. "I want to be there for you, to protect you, but being here feels like... like I'm falling short."
"...you don’t get it…you’ve been through…so much Roos," Beatrice said, her gaze soft but unwavering. “And I just…want you to be okay…"
Rooster's tired eyes looked at her with a small smile on his face. "I love when you protect me," he admitted, his voice sincere. "I do.”
Beatrice's expression softened as she gazed at Rooster through the screen."Roos, you're doing everything you can, and that's more than enough for us. Just…you know…be safe and all.”
Rooster's smile widened, and he nodded, a silent promise conveyed through the screen. "I'll do my best, Bea. For you and for us. We'll get through this, and I'll be back before you know it."
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“And..that’s what happened.”
“Oh.” Shells hums, “Well,I half expected…I don’t know what I expected.”
Shells leaned back in her chair, processing the information Beatrice had shared. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of Rooster's challenges settling in. After a moment of silence, Shells sighed,"Bea, I can't imagine how tough it is for you and Rooster. The distance, the uncertainties of his mission, and now the security concerns. It's a lot to handle."
Beatrice nodded, drawing on her mug. "Yeah, it's been a rollercoaster. But we're managing. It just helps to talk about it, you know?"
Shells nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Absolutely.And!You follow my advice!”
“I did.”
Shells grinned, her eyes twinkling. "I’m proud of me."
Shells' playful remark brought a light chuckle from Beatrice, momentarily lifting the heaviness in the room. The two friends sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks, each lost in their own thoughts.
After a while, Shells broke the silence, her tone more serious. "Bea, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. Handling everything on your own, with Rooster away, the kids, and now this security situation—it's a lot."
Beatrice smiled appreciatively at Shells, grateful for her friend's words. "Thanks, Shells. It's not easy, but I feel better." she grins ‘Truly.’
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enigmaticxbee · 3 months
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Fannish Year Review - 2023
1. Your main fandom of the year: TXF always. Although I’ve taken a break from actually watching the show since I finished my rewatch and I’m at a low eb of reading fanfic, tumblr keeps my fandom needs fed. It’s the show I think about every single day whether I’m actively watching or not.
2. Your favorite film this year: If we’re talking new films then Barbie and Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret were my favorite ones I saw in theaters. Barbie was just such a delight and fun theater going experience. Are You There God was such a sweet, well done adaptation.
3. Your favorite book this year: Again, if we’re talking new (to me) books then Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve never really had much interest in video games so I was surprised how much it sucked me in. Plus I read it on vacation in Puerto Rico so extra points for the experience of reading under an umbrella on a beautiful beach eating ice cream out of a pineapple.
4. Your favorite album or song this year: I just looked on Spotify and I don’t think I downloaded a new album or created a new playlist this year 🙈
5. Your favorite tv shows this year: The third season of Happy Valley - all the time and history that can make a conversation between family members the most nail biting, tension filled, heartbreaking scenes. Reservation Dogs - I caught up just in time for the final season and I’m so glad I finally watched it. I watched some old shows too that I missed for whatever reason and we’re the perfect evening soaps to put on when I needed a break after work - Felicity, Switched at Birth.
6. Your favorite tumblr community this year: I don’t really interact with anyone outside of txf community lol
7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: I started watch Doctor Who and caught up with Ten in time for the specials - Ten and Donna are definitely my favorite duo so far so it was just delightful and I don’t have any of the long term investment that makes an event like that angst filled for those truly in the fandom.
8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: txf fandom has definitely slowed down, but I’m in a lull too so can’t say I’m surprised.
9. Your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: Mulder/Scully - what can I say, I’m consistent
10. Your biggest squeeze moment of the year: Fanfic writers coming back to finish or continue old fics: Petrichor sequel Singing of Mount Abora by @aloysiavirgata and the final chapter of throat eye and knucklebone finished five!! years later by audries.
Thanks @amplifyme this was fun
Tagging @freckleslikestars @tossingmyglossymane @edierone @frogsmulder @xxsksxxx @thatfragilecapricorn30 @perpetually-weirdening
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griffin-girl-r · 6 months
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Tea party
Created: 09.09.2022
Finished: 27.02.2023
Edited: 14.09.2023
Age: 4
Word count: 1,325
Warnings: None
Request: Yes (Tumblr user)
Summary: Natasha and her daughter have a tea party together.
Natasha briefly looked up from the papers and files she was so caught up in due to the fact that she needed to hand over to Fury a report about her latest mission in a few hours.
Her eyes immediately looked towards her left where you were sitting on the ground, playing with your toys.
Natasha always took you to her office whenever she had a lot of work to do so she could watch you.
She smiled at how cute you were while pretending to talk with your stuffed animals.
But before your mom looked back down to the paper in front of her, you got up from the ground and started to arrange your stuffed animals and your toys, getting them ready for your next game.
"What are you playing, sweetheart?" Natasha curiously raised an eyebrow
"Tea party." You answered as you put your plastic tea set on the little pink plastic table you had "Do you want to play with me?" Your voice was full of hope
Natasha fell silent for a moment as she contemplated what should she choose.
She looked in between the pile of files on her desk and you.
You sadly sighed as soon as you saw the hesitation in your mom's eyes "It's okay. You can keep working."
Natasha's heart broke when she looked at the sad expression on your little face and at that moment she dropped the pen from her hand and sat up from her desk.
"I'd love to play with you." Natasha smiled widely as she got closer to you "Where can I sit down?"
For Natasha, nothing was more important than you. No work, no mission, no one. You were her number one priority and she didn't want to lose any moment of your life.
This was the perfect opportunity for Natasha to spend quality time with her daughter.
Screw the work and Fury.
You excitedly grabbed Natasha's hand and led her to the table "You can sit next to Benny." You pointed to your stuffed bear
Your mom happily complained and took a sit on the floor next to Benny the Bear.
"What tea would you like to drink, Ma'am?" You smiled at your mother as you put a menu in front of her that was just a paper filled with colorful doddles and set your roleplay into action
Natasha took the paper from the table and pretended to read it as she tried her hardest to hide her smile, failing miserably.
"Hmm..." Natasha tapped her chin "What would you recommend me, Miss?"
"We have lots of tea." You beamed up but took your serious face once again "But I love the strawberry tea more."
"Then strawberry tea it is." Natasha nodded
You turned around and pretended to pour some tea from your plastic teapot into one of your small pink teacups.
You very carefully lifted the cup that was placed on a small plate that was the same color as the cup and slowly handed it to your mom.
"Thank you, Miss." Natasha smiled as she took the plate with the cup from your hands
Even though for you the cup was a normal size for your little hands, for Natasha it was very tiny and she struggled to lift it with two fingers and not just one.
"Mama!" You whined as you saw your mother struggle with the cup "You have to keep your pinky up!"
Natasha awkwardly smiled at you as you proceeded to demonstrate to her how the cup should be held.
"Like this?" Natasha asked as she clumsily tried to mimic your actions
"Exactly!" You cheered with a bright smile "Good job, Mama!"
Natasha smiled at how sweet you were.
"So how has your day been, Miss?" Natasha asked as she pretended to take a sip from the cup, trying to make small talk with her 4-year-old
"My day was fantastic!" You replied "Aunt Wanda made me some pancakes." You stated, even though Natasha knew pretty well that, because she was the one that fed them to you
"Wow, baby!" Natasha gasped impressed "That sounds wonderful!"
You were so happy to be playing with your mama and to talk with her about everything and anything.
You knew how important her work was for her and yet she let it all aside to be able to spend some quality time with you.
"Would Mr. Bear like to have a biscuit as well?" Natasha held up a biscuit in front of your favorite stuffed teddy bear, as she pretended to talk with your stuffed animals "Oh, sure, Mr. Bear." Natasha answered herself as she put the biscuit on a toy plate in front of Benny the Bear "I'll leave it right here."
Natasha's actions sent you bursting into a fit of giggles as you found her actions absolutely hilarious.
Natasha looked at you with a smile on her face and an adoring look in her eyes as she listened to your cute giggles that were like the music of the angels to her ears.
About half an hour later, Natasha was still pretending to have a conversation with your toys, all while she also kept on asking you different questions about what would you like for you two to do in your next vacation.
"How about we go down the big waterslide for the first time, together, Y/N?" Your mother proposed, turning to look from your stuffies at you, knowing how much you wanted to be able to go down the big waterslide once you were old enough to do it.
You hummed as a response to Natasha's proposal as you were having the toughest battle with the sleep that was threatening to take over you as you tried your best to keep your eyes open for as long as you could, wanting nothing more than to be able to spend as much time as you could with your mama before she went back to her paperwork.
Natasha spared a glance at the clock on the wall in front of her and noticed that it was way past your afternoon nap time.
Of course you were tired and sleepy.
Quickly but carefully, Natasha shifted from the place she was sitting in, closer to you, and gently scooped you up, placing you on her lap as she started rubbing your back in a soothing motion of up and down.
She proceeded in starting to sing a quiet lullaby.
Your favorite lullaby, in fact.
She knew you wouldn't be able to resist this one specific song, as every single time was successfully lulling you to sleep in your loving mother's arms and this time was no exception.
Mid-song, the older redhead glanced down at you as she felt your body relaxing in her arms with your head resting on her chest.
She was hoping to find you asleep but to her great surprise, you were still trying your hardest to fight sleep back.
She moved from rubbing your back to stroking your hair with one hand and instead of singing, she settled for quiet humming and rocking both of your bodies from left to right.
"It's okay, sweetheart." Natasha whispered in your ear "Mama is here. You can sleep."
That seemed to do the trick because before knowing it, you were out like a light.
Natasha smiled at your cuteness, as she kissed the top of your head, placing a soft kiss on its crown.
She carefully stood up with you in her arms and sat back down at her desk in order to be able to keep writing those reports for Fury.
You kept on sleeping undisturbed in your mother's arms as Natasha kept on aweing at your sleeping form from time to time and kept an arm protectively around you.
This is the quality time Natasha would give everything up for, so she could be able to keep having this bond with you forever.
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tsukiyohanayome · 1 year
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Kinktober 2022, my own prompt list and it's a secret, will be revealed as I post, hopefully everyday.
day 1 Size Difference Kink
First day already feels like a failure because my notepad closed on its own and I lost my thing without it being saved, the pain T-T Ive tried to rewrite it but changed my mind with some stuff and here we are.
tumblr now allows to mark stuff as mature so I'm doing it, but obviously, minors DNI.
You've never felt truly small compared to anyone. That was until you met him. 
From the very first second you saw him, you felt impossibly small and that stirred new emotions, you'd never expect to feel towards someone that held you a prisoner. 
You swear you could watch him for hours, when he was sitting on his enormous throne, his arms resting on his lap, while one was supporting his head. It didn't help that he had four arms. Large, veiny, with perfect, godlike sculpted muscles. You could almost picture what his hands would feel like around your throat when he was ripping his prey apart with his extremely sharp, long nails. His one hand could wrap around your throat with ease. 
His figure dwarfed you whenever you were standing next to him. He was twice your size, at least. It wasn't hard to imagine your self kissing down his chest to his stomach and that perfect V line that was presented to your eyes nearly all the time, since he liked to wear his kimono down. 
He was so big. You got claimed as his "personal" helper, you got to keep him well fed, helped to keep his body clean and from time to time you could catch a glimpse of what was hiding below his waistline. They were bigger than anything you'd ever seen. You always wondered what he'd think if only he knew. What would he do if he knew that you fantasized about him daily. 
You swear that sometimes you caught him looking at you as you were doing your work and the thought of him watching you was even more arousing and made it harder to keep your little secret. 
But he knew. He knew it from the very beginning but left you oblivious for quite a good time.
Sukuna also was obsessed with how small you were. The fact that he could practically grab you like nothing with just one of his hands made him feral. You were so small and he could break you, he could ruin you, oh how he wanted to... But he was patient. He wanted to see when and who was going to break first. Who will make the first move? He was waiting... Of course it was you.
Now, your knees are burning and you're choking on one of his cocks, barely able to take half of it on your first time. It was euphoric to Sukuna how quickly you became addicted to him, to his touch. How quickly you began to beg for him. How cute you looked now, between his thighs, struggling to fit him in your mouth. He couldn't wait to see how well you're going to take him when he bends you over.
Two of his hands knead your breasts, one wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly and one at the back of your head, setting a pace to your ministrations. Your hands wrapped around the shafts of his cocks, helping where your mouth couldn't reach. 
He grabbed you by your waist, lifting you up and placing in his lap, your pussy "accidentally" brushing the tips of his leaking cocks. Sukuna slowly drags his sharp nail from your bottom lip, through your neck, chest, stomach, stopping right before your pleasure bud. "Tell me how much you want it" he whispers to your ear, as his finger starts circling slowly on your clit.
@tsukiyohanayome 2022
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This is the OP for the 738813014863757312 post for advice.
I was trying to avoid some details because a lot of what this person is doing can get fairly specific. Generally what is happening is between their block evasion through blog hopping, they are trying to rope in people within their fandom scope that I was becoming new mutuals with at the time into their scheming against me.
The hopper/evader was also going about slandering me, but then also intentionally following some of my long time mutuals and newer mutuals. Long time mutuals didn't believe the BS they were fed, and notified me to what was going on, but newer people didn't know the situation in detail as I have done what I can to keep what was supposed to be a private issue with them private.
They managed to get some success with some of the newer people, and with how often they made new blogs, even up to now, it made it hard to keep them blocked because they have been stalking me and intentionally going after people I would be recently interacting with. This is where the block evasion bit comes into play, and around the time I submitted the original ask they also started to block me first on their new blogs. Because they did that, I wouldn't know about the blogs unless friends of mine notified me, because otherwise they could still check my blog through their blocklist but I couldn't see theirs or know of theirs. This is why I have had to opt to checking their favourite people who reliably outed this persons identity to their new blog names at least once a month since about the end of July last year.
They keep making new blogs, keep following mutuals and friends of mine they normally wouldn't interact with, and keep talking shit about me to those people. By now their antics are starting to fail them, doubly so since they were also outed sometime after my original ask as an obvious ship-baiter/collector (and I am not exaggerating on this as they have a concerning number of ships each for the 3-4 OCs they write).
So they've become less of an issue personally for me. I just keep on top of keeping their new blogs blocked now because after everything last year I just want to ensure I am on top of that much. At this point I feel more bad for the people who get caught up with their antics if I am not on top of my blocking to help prevent the weird stalking me to try and intentionally poach my mutuals.
I'm still uncertain if there is a better way to deal with this nightmare of a person who is chronically online, let alone how their conduct comes off like that of a high schooler chasing a popularity train when it gets down to it. I just RP as a hobby to have fun, and having them crop up once to twice month on average with trying to poach new mutuals I have outside of the fandom this person decidedly haunts is a tiring process.
Referencing this post.
Thank you so much for clarifying, Anon! I was so confused! I can definitely see now why this is such a concern for you, and I really wish I had better advice to give. As of right now, tumblr just doesn't have a good way to deal with this kind of situation. I'm glad it sounds like you've got a few people you can rely on to help you be on the lookout for this person when they pop up.
I don't know how well this would work - but if they always use the same names for their OCs you could try doing occasional Google searches using those names + 'tumblr' in the search bar. It might help?
That is such a rough situation to be in. You could also advise new mutuals in advance, but that can be such a slippery slope for so many reasons.
If anyone has any tips on how to deal with this kind of situation, I'm sure the Anon would appreciate any ideas.
~ Mod MJ ~
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Sorry for the rough anon, also I notice people wonder where the rise of racism the past 10 years
I’m only 23 but…
Black Americans can make white supremacists blushed when it comes to racism
Like I keep seeing the hell white people especially men growing up in inner cities black neighborhoods
Thank you for not joining the kkk despite the pos adults and kids who treated you garbage because of your skintone, thank youuuu.
Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman…to the point there a whole episode in a FUCKING DISNEY CARTOON about a black boy who only date white girls because he have a fetish
Ooh you could smell the femcel energy there
Also like people wondering how we got shit like the 1619 project and how people think the BP villain Killmonger was right.
Oh no bigoted af black people always exist, it just other blacks used to punch their teeth in and tell them to piss off
But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions
And yeah the magical negreos movie definitely going to flop. You know I thought I would have humbleness and humiliation when I have a privilege in a studio such as focus that owned by Comcast
But nope, you have to be narcissistic as hell to write in Hollywood
>Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman
Jordan Pele and Clarence Thomas come to mind for that, Tiger caught some hell too but he was already playing golf which had the community confused enough, like that guy discovering Hockey.
I'm sure I've gone over the struggle the powers that be don't actually want folks to fight but ummmm.
Back in 1969 the racists of tumblr finally had their first meet up, reminding us all they don't care what race the other person is so long as they're racist.
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I can 100% do without all the socialism, since that's just going backwards, that and the "Rainbow Coalition" kinda proved that socialism wouldn't be the best option by instead setting up their own charity and organizing it themselves, no government involvement and they got people fed and taken care of. Socialism might have kept us out of Nam but we'd still be at war on a regular basis and honestly the K/D ratio for socialist nations in war is awful.
Some would classify that as socialism, but then that would also make things like the Catholic Church socialist, instead of a charity. (among other things)
Right up till the FBI flooded their neighborhoods with crack.
Tangent over.
But it's insane to see how one of the groups that winds up saying the worst things about black people is other black people, white folks haven't even come up with a new racist insult for them in over a century, haven't needed to just start using whatever they're calling each other.
But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions
Ya, that's because they can't use crack this time and they still need a way to keep people apart, vote blue no matter who dipshits are part of that as well.
Party allegiance for a party that is doing nothing for you, just stop voting for them, find your local version of Lord Buckethead and vote for them, so the people in office know you're still voting just not for them.
This is applicable to republicans that bitch and moan about RINO's but still vote for them as well.
Circling back round we really need to get that class solidarity thing back, because that's where a voting bloc being created will actually be able to accomplish things.
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Laden of the Torn (12 of 25)
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AO3 link Catch up on tumblr: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Tagging @priscilla9993 @cocohook38 <3
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Killian soon discovered that the wait for supplies was not the only motivation for keeping the hooks embedded. The net was still attached in several places when the high-ranking black monkey made a reappearance with a single command: 
“Secure them for Favor.”
Immediately, scorching anguish tore across Killian's shoulders as he was pulled to his knees by the remaining attached piercings. Stifling a yelp, he scrambled to accommodate their apparent wishes.
"No need to get rough." His head spun and his arms trembled beneath his weight. "If you want me to do something, all you need do is ask."
Killian worked to catch his breath as he settled carefully down onto his haunches. The attempt to avoid putting weight on the hooks in the backs of his legs and backside ultimately proved futile. He tried to focus instead on what more he could see of their surroundings now that he wasn't pinned to the floor.
Strings of fish and drying plant matter hung from the wall to his left, no more than two meters away. These were attached to loops of metal drilled directly into the stone wall, and even as he watched, it quickly became apparent that these would serve another purpose as well. A short distance away, the hands and feet of the unconscious Blackbeard had been thoroughly bound with sinewy cord, and now, that cord was being secured by an impressively athletic primate climbing the very rings projecting from the stone. Not an impossible trap to get out of, especially for a pirate, but it would certainly slow him down. And good luck trying to go unnoticed with this many eyes around.
Killian's own bound feet were already tethered to the same wall, and before the first climber had even finished securing Blackbeard, a second leapt onto Killian's shoulder and hauled a corner of the net-cape up to its level, as if fishing over the side of a human-shaped boat. The monkey on the wall curled its tail around a projection and leaned toward its comrade, who fed lengths of tangled netting into its outstretched paws. Killian braced himself for more pain, and it wasn't long in coming: the strands on that side pulled mercilessly at his inflamed skin as the ropes were tied among the cave dwellers' food stores… perhaps not as out-of-place as he would have preferred.
Cursing softly, Killian scooted awkwardly backwards to allow himself more slack. "Is this how you treat all your visitors?"
He was trying to sound nonchalant but only managed pleading. Busy overseeing the proceedings, Mandible flashed his teeth in apology.
"This is for the protection of our healers and our chieftain. He wishes to speak with you."
"Well there's no need for all of this." Killian sucked in a hissing breath as the other corner of the net joined the first, leaving his upper back awash in pulsating pain. "I give my word that I don't intend to harm any of you."
"We dare not take that risk," the black monkey growled back from a good distance away. "And you are in no position to demand otherwise."
Killian bit his tongue. If he didn't move, the pain was tolerable, but every time he shifted his weight the tiniest fraction, it was like claws were tearing him open, fiber by individual fiber, until it seemed the skin covering his back must soon turn inside out in one long strip of flayed flesh. And to add to the misery, his legs were already beginning to cramp up; what would happen when he needed to move off of them?
Off to the side, Mandible stirred vigorously at a substance within a shallow dish, and Killian caught a whiff of something strongly herbal that hinted at the healing arts. A tiny helper lugged a ceramic vessel, tucked under one arm, almost as big around as the little fellow's whole torso. He or she placed the burden within reach of Mandible and scampered away, leaving the lid secured.
Killian's arm was mostly free of netting, so he had been resting his hand on his thigh, using it for balance despite how it burned from fingertips up past the elbow. But then a being that seemed to be little more than white fluff appeared out of nowhere, grabbed onto the fishhook in his finger, and pulled. Killian shifted his weight and allowed his hand to be manipulated into the desired position, hanging loosely at his side and low enough for a rope noose to be secured around his wrist. These monkeys were not taking any chances.
Killian did not resist the brutal treatment, hoping that with good behavior he might earn their trust, especially that of their leader. Whatever deal they intended to offer probably depended on his admittedly rusty diplomacy skills. And as long as they still saw him as a threat, he remained in danger.
At first, it seemed the plan was to attach this newest rope to one of the hooks behind his head, joining the knots already there. But at an unintelligible command by Mandible, the miniature cotton puff at his side instead vaulted his knees in a single bound before scaling the dangling net like a rope ladder. It tied a knot near his shoulder, so that his arm rested loosely across his torso, with enough slack to allow some movement, but not enough to pose any threat to the primates gathered around.
Mandible took one look at the mess along Killian's forearm and immediately grabbed a monkey-sized bucket and ladle, along with a pawful of fibrous, cotton-like material. He settled himself atop Killian's thigh, not seeming to mind the slope as his miniature clawed toes found purchase in the fabric there. One of his assistants sprang closer with a short, flaming torch in paw. Using his long tail for balance, Mandible filled the ladle and stretched himself into a bipedal stance.
"Just water," he explained as the first trickle washed grit and caked blood from Killian's lacerated arm. While the ginger-furred assistant provided torchlight from a cautious distance, Mandible used his roll of cotton to dab away the grime.
It was more than a little bit surreal, watching Mandible tend to the wound in jerky, non-human movements. Killian could almost believe it to be a dream, except the pain was all too real. And the diminutive primate could exert a surprising amount of force behind the agonizing scrubbing.
Reflex jerked Killian's arm toward his chest as rough cotton discovered Blackbeard's buried needle with a deep lance of heat that seemed to radiate down to the marrow. Killian cursed, then apologized, but none of the monkeys in the vicinity seemed offended, if they even understood.
For a few seconds, Mandible leaned closer to peer at the throbbing lump, gesturing at the torchbearer in a request for more light. Then he set aside bucket and ladle to free his paws. The healer monkey seemed to have no qualms about causing his patient additional pain and went straight for the anomaly he'd spotted, obviously intending to dig it out through the torn flesh nearby. As thorn-like claws probed the area, Killian gritted his teeth, grunting,
"No plans to use your fangs, Mandible?"
"Good guess." Dainty fingers burrowed deeper. "But the name did not originate from the use of my own jaws for healing."
Another lightning bolt sizzled through Killian's arm as questing fingers found their mark.
"And besides," continued Mandible, "Torn blood is much more palatable when properly cooked."
Killian fixed his murderous stare on the unconscious Blackbeard: mental curses really ought to be aimed at the true cause of his suffering, not the torturer only trying to help.
Amazing, how easily the full repertoire of creative vulgarities came back to him despite so many years of trying to censor himself around his little girl. And honestly, Blackbeard deserved each and every one.
The flare grew white hot for an instant, the swollen flesh not easily surrendering the deeply buried needle. But Mandible's grip won out and, at last, the offending metal slid free.
Killian waited a few heartbeats for the pain to fade, then grimaced a smile. "Thank you. Much better."
Mandible was busy examining the red-tinged needle, likely checking to make sure it had remained intact, though for a moment Killian wondered whether he might decide to finish what Blackbeard had started with it. But then the healer set the needle to the side and resumed his enthusiastic scrubbing, ignoring the loose thread trailing from the wound.
"You must get plenty of practice at this," Killian commented tightly. "Considering the geography of the place you've chosen to call home."
"Probably less than you imagine. Our pelts are much tougher than yours, especially on our paws, and we are taught from birth the best way to traverse the Stone Forest."
Mandible set aside his cotton and reached for a small bowl containing crushed plant matter. "Plus, with our four-legged gait and our tails for balance, we are naturally more graceful than you Torn."
Wincing, Killian relived each tumble he had taken among the razor stone. "Can't argue with that."
"But accidents do happen from time to time, and you are fortunate that they do, because we may not have been so well-prepared otherwise." He took a pawful of the herbal paste and began to apply it to the gathering blood. Killian drew some controlled breaths in anticipation of the burn, but it was not nearly as harsh as he'd been expecting. Not exactly soothing, but nothing like the scald of a rum rinse.
Mandible included the already-sutured half of the wound in his painting, then used the residue to cover the clotted hole in the back of Killian's hand where a fishhook had been torn free. That done, the healer monkey left his perch to retrieve the as-yet untouched ceramic vessel. He handed it off to the torchbearer, who could barely even lift it, considering it was at least twice as big as her entire arm. Mandible clambered back on to Killian's thigh and twisted toward his assistant. His hind claws dug into Killian's trousers as he leaned sideways and cautiously lifted the lid a few inches. Killian caught a brief impression of writhing, skittering shadows, but then Mandible's paw flashed in and out in a movement reminiscent of a serpent strike. The healer replaced the lid just as quickly. He now held in an expert grip a dark mass of frantically struggling, jointed twigs. Obviously not actual twigs, but they certainly shared a disconcerting resemblance. What concerned Killian more were the massive jaws chomping again and again at empty air.
"Bloody hell; is that an ant or an immature lobster?"
"We call them Warrior Ants." Mandible squared himself with his patient, placing his free paw on Killian's arm for stability. "I did not invent this technique but have perfected its use among the First."
It did not take much imagination to guess what he was about to do. Eyeing the giant insect warily, Killian grimaced,
"Hence, Mandible?"
"This time, you are correct."
Without further ado, Mandible thrust the snapping jaws at Killian's wound, directly beside the point where Blackbeard's suturing left off.
The bite felt comparable to the sting of a Neverland Cockerel Wasp, though its burn started to fade faster. While Killian was still fighting the impulse to tear his arm away from the assault, Mandible performed a practiced twist of the wrist that parted the ant's head from its body, leaving a black sphere with two tightly clenched jaws embedded in either side of the laceration. The insect's legs were still twitching feebly as Mandible popped the decapitated body into his mouth.
"And nothing is wasted; an honorable death, wouldn't you agree?"
Killian watched as the monkey opened the container of ants and prepared to select another. "And this treatment is effective, is it?"
“The jaws stay locked in place for two to three days, after which they may need to be replaced, depending on the severity of the wounds.”
Alice would be fascinated by this. Not just the giant ants, but everything: the super-intelligent monkeys, the sharp Stone Labyrinth; hell, even Blackbeard over there, snoring away as though he hadn't a care in the world. Killian could hardly believe any of it himself, even with all he'd seen in his travels. So often had he wished for the ability to allow her to see such things for herself, to counteract the cruelty of imprisoning such an inquisitive mind. 
Although, as a second pair of ant jaws gnawed his flesh just beside the other, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from cursing aloud, Killian concluded that it was probably for the best that she was not here at the moment. There were plenty of other amazing places in the world he could show her that would not result in hours of meticulous and agonizing wound care, innovative though it may be. There had to be adventures far less painful that they could share together… someday…
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Favor of the First Clan was a deep reddish-gold color, sleek fur framing his face like a lion’s mane and garbing the rest of him in an appropriately royal robe all the way to the tip of his feathery tail. He did not strike Killian as either remarkably large or small compared to the rest; almost exactly middle-of-the-road, in fact. An hourglass of silvery bare skin contained his facial features, which currently rested in a quietly neutral expression. Flanked by a retinue of followers, Favor came to a stop just behind Mandible’s assistant, so that he would be out of range of any sudden attempts at attack, as well as squarely in the strongest torchlight in the vicinity. He paused to study Blackbeard briefly, then cast a roaming gaze over Killian, whose kneeling pose was only incidentally deferential.
The chieftain addressed his healer first. “Do you have everything you need, Mandible?” 
His voice was as silky as his shining pelt, but its tone held a natural authority commanding instant attention. Mandible positioned a struggling ant in line with the growing number of severed heads clamped firmly into the skin all along Killian’s wound.
“Yes, Favor. The Torn intruders are in little danger of perishing from their injuries.”
“Good.” Chocolate eyes glinted in the firelight, peering into Killian’s wary gaze. “I am Favor, chief among the First Clan. Have you been advised of your situation, Laden of the Torn?”
“My situation hardly requires explanation,” Killian answered ruefully. “What I haven’t been told is what exactly you need from me so badly that you’re willing to spare my life to obtain it.”
Tawny twins crouching behind Favor shared a look of wordless disapproval at his tone, but Favor only appeared tired. 
“The fact is, Laden…” He stopped, made a furtive survey of the cave over his shoulder, then continued in a low voice. “Our rival clan dealt us a terrible blow recently, and you may be our only hope of restoring what they took.”
“Rival clan?” This was the first time Killian had considered the possibility that there may be more than one faction of these creatures. Favor bared his teeth, and even Mandible took on something of a sour expression as he dipped his fingers back into the ceramic pot. Killian glanced down at his arm, wondering how many more ants would lose their heads to finish closing the wound.
“The Less,” hissed Favor. “Savage little brutes. Always scheming, coming up with ways to expand their territory or otherwise raise their status over ours. We try not to antagonize them, but you must understand, our lands have belonged to the First for many generations, and we will always defend them.”
Killian shifted his weight, trying to relieve the worsening tingling in his feet. Pierced flesh that had gone relatively quiet suddenly flared as his movements tugged at penetrating steel. 
“I won’t be much help securing your borders,” he growled. “You can see for yourselves how poorly I’ve managed to navigate this terrain.” 
Furious insect jaws chomped into lacerated skin, emphasizing Killian’s point, and he gritted his teeth through the sting. 
“Our borders are secure," Favor assured him. "Though they do try, the Less have inferior warriors and unreliable weaponry, and must admit defeat every time. However, six days ago, they… you see, the best of our fighters were occupied in a skirmish, to the north, in the Triple Cascades region, and…” The chieftain seemed to grow smaller, his ears drooping and his tail wrapping protectively around his haunches. “I failed to post enough guards here at the Burrow, and Less cowards crept in and some of our sentries were slain and… a child was taken.” 
The sudden wave of heat coursing up Killian’s spine was not pain, but inspired understanding. That look in Favor’s eyes… How could he have missed it before? It was everything Killian was forced to see when faced with his own reflection. And despite the rough treatment he’d received here, his heart went out to the small creature before him.
“Not just a child. Your child. Yes?”
Favor blinked once in slow defeat. “The future matriarch of the First. My only heir, now fated to become…” 
Golden fur stood on end, then rippled into a shudder. Favor’s distress was nearly palpable, and Killian barely even noticed when Mandible quietly transitioned from ant-wrangler to bandage-wrapper. 
None of the monkeys dared glance in their leader’s direction as he took a moment to regain his composure. They fidgeted with their claws, scratched or groomed themselves anxiously, and even Mandible’s assistant kept her gaze anchored on the torchlight she was providing. Finally, Favor bared his teeth.
“Puzzle is not yet capable of producing an heir for that villain Lack. When she does, our clan will be absorbed into theirs, our people enslaved and our lands forfeit. And she will be given no choice in the matter.”
Bile rose in Killian’s throat, having little to do with his physical condition, and for an instant, he half expected Blackbeard’s ugly face to dissolve into Gothel’s even more repulsive one. To be similarly taken advantage of, and at a young age at that…
“I’m truly sorry,” he managed to say, suppressing a shudder of revulsion.  “I take it your attempts at rescue have failed?”
Favor lowered his head, half in shame, half in sullen petulance. “We are forbidden to interfere. She is theirs by law, and we cannot venture to claim her back, at least not directly, or we risk the wrath of the gods.”
Killian almost scoffed. Not at the mention of their deities or the outdated regulations permitting a young one to be stolen from her family and forced to mate with their enemy, but at the concept of a father not doing everything in his power to get her back, consequences be damned. But… the curse on his heart… didn’t that feel like a smiting every time he entered Alice’s presence? And wasn’t he allowing it to keep them apart for fear of that pain?
He could not, in fairness, fault Favor for his reluctance.
“But sending in a neutral third party,” Killian reasoned, “that would be considered an ‘indirect’ attempt?”
“The law does not forbid it.”
This was apparently the best answer Favor could provide, but Killian was no stranger to exploiting the rules in any given situation. 
“And what are the chances that this rival clan doesn’t slaughter me on sight?”
“That is a risk,” Favor admitted. “But I believe their chieftain will have a particular interest in meeting you.”
“For argument’s sake, let’s say you’re right. How do I persuade the Less Clan to release your daughter? It sounds as though I’ll need something quite valuable to offer in exchange.”
Favor lost some of his confidence then, pensively watching his healers as they began to pluck the vicious barbs from their prisoner’s skin. “Sadly, their victory makes anything we might offer them redundant.”
Killian squeezed his eyes shut as a particularly stubborn fishhook took a painful piece of flesh while tearing free. “Bloody hell. Well then I can’t imagine I’ll be very convincing. Unless this chieftain is far more merciful than you’ve made him out to be.”
Instead of responding immediately, Favor took a moment to size Killian up once again, dark eyes taking in all of the metal barbs yet to be removed, the bandage covering his wounded arm, his general exhausted pallor from days of sickness and a rough road. He must have seen through all of that, down to the sacred parental role they had in common, for no hesitation or doubt showed as he said,
“There is another way. If we appoint you as the First Clan champion, any challenge you raise, they must answer. Defeat their champion, and by sacred law, you may claim even their most prized possession as your spoils.”
Killian nearly laughed out loud. Perhaps he’d been naïve to have sworn off all dueling after his latest disaster… but he hadn’t expected to be required to break that vow so soon after making it. “Fight your battle for you, you mean.”
“It is the only way,” Favor confirmed gravely, oblivious or maybe just unconcerned about the ludicrous burden he was placing on Killian’s shoulders. On his best day, the pirate wouldn’t have thought twice about his chances against any of these excitable creatures, even the larger, more menacing ones. But he wasn’t exactly in his prime anymore, and weakened by the journey and hampered by injury…
“You’re asking a hell of a lot from an ignorant stranger you caught wandering your territory. What makes you think I’m anywhere near the right person for the job?”
“Our scouts have been watching you, Laden. We know you did not come here by choice and are not driven by such selfish motives as your Torn captor. We sense that you can be trusted with this task. You will not betray the First.”
Killian’s concern was more of physical failure than whether or not they trusted him. But what choice did he have, really? If he refused to help, he was almost certainly a dead man.
“If I succeed in bringing your princess back,” he said half-heartedly, “do I have your word that you will then release me?”
“That, and anything else you desire which is within our power to grant.”
“‘Within your power’ is a far cry from the unlimited wish-granting of legend, mate.”
“But better than leaving with nothing but your life.”
Mandible spoke up from his position atop Killian’s leg. “Do not dismiss our offer so easily, Laden. If we are able to cure your heart and restore you to your daughter, then it will be a fair trade indeed.”
Killian stared down at him, taken aback by the casual way he had just thrown those words out there. As if it would be so simple. Was it possible?
“You need not decide tonight,” said Favor, and the weary grief was back in his tone. “We will give you until tomorrow, and perhaps when you are feeling better, you will see the sense in such an arrangement.”
Without further discussion, Favor turned his back and departed the way he had come, taking most of his attendants with him. When he was out of earshot, Mandible looked up into Killian’s eyes and said sorrowfully,
“Favor did not mention this, but he also lost his mate in the same raid. Our current matriarch. Having our princess back would do much to restore joy to the First Clan. And we would then gladly use all of our resources to help find a way to return yours.”
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tropes-and-tales · 2 years
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Angels in Disguise, Part II
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CW:  Heavy angst; violence; guns; injuries; talk of blood.  Mention of drug use, drinking, and infidelity.
Word Count:  2312
AN:  Part of a miniseries.  Other pieces can be found here.
Requested by: someone who shall remain nameless wanted me to do a fix-it fiction as a commission and asked that it be shared with Tumblr  🌻
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Benny Magalon recognizes the need for complete trust in his squad members, and for the most part, that’s true.  Zapata and Henderson and Connors have his utter and complete trust.  
His boss?  Big Nick?
Big Nick used to have his trust.  Lately, though, his boss seems to be spiraling, and Benny gets a gnawing, painful knot of worry in his gut every time they go out on a call.  Nick’s not taking care of his shit.  He’s drinking too much, smoking too much.  Too much coke is going up his nose when they pass their piss tests.  
His wayward ways—all the women at the parties, all the women not at the parties—have caught up to him, and he’s lost his family.
It pisses Benny off, that last bit.  Nick has it all, or had it all:  a gorgeous wife, cute-as-button daughters.  Benny would fucking kill for that.  He’d kill to have a house full of love and laughter to go home to instead of his sad apartment.  He’d kill for all that domestic shit, getting hassled for not taking the trash out, finger-painting with his kids, curling up with the love of his life at night, exhausted and happy at a life full of…well, life.  
It pisses him off that Nick let all of that slip through his fingers, and for what?  To prove that he’s really is the swaggering dick of Major Crimes that doesn’t play by the rules, that tussles with Lobbin’ Bob and other, more by-the-books cops?  
It’s a fucking stereotype, and Benny hates that Nick gave up his family for it.  Gave up his family for nothing, really.
Benny worries about Nick’s judgement.  Big guy already pushes the line of approved procedures and policies, and everyone looks the other way because Major Crimes gets results.  They’ve been extraordinarily lucky too.  But sooner or later, their luck will run out.
Sooner, rather than later, judging by Nick’s increasingly poor decisions.
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The standoff at the bank is when Benny’s gut starts to twist.  The moment Nick marches up to the bank’s doors, pries them open with a crow bar, and disappears inside without backup and without anything more than a crowbar and his handgun.
It’s not that Benny thinks they shouldn’t do anything.  It’s just…Nick’s actions feel reckless.  He seems obsessed with Merrimen and his crew, using strange methods and taking terrible risks, like fucking the dude’s girl for intel.
Nick’s going to get one of us killed, Benny thinks as they speed away from the bank crime scene, towards the Federal Reserve.
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They drive where Nick directs.  They loop away from the Fed and end up on Alameda Avenue, along the corridor.  Traffic is at a standstill, and Benny clicks the safety off his gun and climbs out of the car.
A few people are running towards him.  Away from Merrimen, away from whatever hell is about to break loose.
He jogs towards where Nick is, where Merrimen is.  He keeps at a crouch, knocks on car doors and windows as he goes.  Gestures to the startled and confused drivers, ID’s himself as sheriff’s department, tells them to stay down, to stay in their cars.
The air always takes on a charge in moments like this.  Like a storm about to break.  His skin always prickles, the hair on his arms standing up like lightning is about to strike.  Sometimes a chill passes over him, and he always wonders how close to death he is in moments like this.  If that charge, that chill is just Death standing nearby, waiting for him.
Benny jogs forward.  Ahead, there’s a red sedan, and he sees the driver start to open their door.  He just catches a glimpse of the driver—a woman, her face twisted in confusion—before he gets his hand on the door and shuts it on her.
“Lady, stay in the car!” he yells and he gets half a step further.  But no further than that, because that’s when hell finally erupts around him.
Bullets start to fly.  Benny gets a few rounds off, but then it happens:  one, two, three.  Fast as lightning, searing as a line of fire.  It hurts everywhere all at once, and Benny falls to the ground.
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How long is he out of it?  Is he dead?
If he were dead, it wouldn’t hurt so badly.  The searing pain in his leg, his neck.  His arm burns.  He might have hit his head, judging by the dull ache there.
He’s moving across the ground, but he’s not moving himself.  He can feel it then, hands under his arms.  Tugging him backwards, and he realizes what’s happening.
Someone is pulling him to cover.
He gets a foot under himself to help.  Pushes his weight back, away from the gunfire, and it takes the person helping him off guard.  He feels them fall behind him.  He falls against them with a weak grunt of pain, but the pain is so great, so all-consuming, that he can’t do much else.
“We got it,” he hears the person say, and then he can feel himself moving a little.  Feels himself shifting.  He feels a hand under his head, lifting it off of the pavement, and the touch is so gentle against the roaring pain everywhere else that Benny gasps.
Gentle hands easing something soft under his head.  Gentle hands easing off his sunglasses, and the sudden glare of the bright California day, almost noon, blinds Benny.
In this moment, he thinks he’s blinded by the light, the big white light that comes for you when it’s time.  And he should feel peace at that, knowing there’s a great hereafter waiting for him, but underneath the pain, Benny feels an impotent rage.
Nick was always going to get one of us killed, he thinks as he blinks against the light.  And it is me.
Who is the person looming over him?  His grandparents?  His buddy from the academy who was killed in a traffic stop years ago?  Benny blinks, but then the person moves, blocking out the sun high in the sky like an eclipse, and he sees that it’s a woman in scrubs.
Is he in the hospital then?
Something is off about the woman.  Or no—something is off about the situation.  There’s still noises, the zip and whizz, the dull thuds, the popping in the distance….it’s bullets, he realizes.  He’s still on Alameda.
The woman says something, and he only catches the “be okay” part before he blinks and fades out, exhausted all of a sudden in a way Benny’s never felt before.
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He comes to when he feels hands at this waist, and he opens his eyes to see the woman tugging off his belt.  Her face is somber, serious, but she moves with an efficiency that makes Benny feel like he’s in good hands.
He opens his mouth, wants to make a joke about moving too fast, to at least buy him dinner before taking off his clothes, but then he feels her hands on his leg, and then a sharp fucking pressure circling it.  A tourniquet.
How bad is his leg?  Is this how he dies, bleeding out of a fucking leg shot in the middle of the street?
The woman reappears over him, hovers over him.  She’s fucking gorgeous, he thinks, like an angel, even with the deep frown on her face and the furrows between her brow as she bends over him.  Where did she come from?  It is all happening so fast—one minute driving to the corridor, then running down the street, now lying in it.  A beautiful woman kneeling over him, tending to his wounds in the best battlefield dressing she can manage.
She bites her lip hard and then peels her top off, the navy blue scrubs, and Benny blinks.  That same joke bubbles up to his mouth—the moving-too-fast, hey-we-just-met joke—but words don’t come out.  The woman is in a thin tank top, and she folds her scrubs and then presses them to Benny’s neck, the center of his universe of pain.  
It hurts.  It hurts worse than anything he’s ever felt before.  It hurts worse than every bit of pain he’s ever felt up until this point, even all of that prior pain combined.  Take the broken arm and the cracked ribs and the wisdom tooth surgery and every cut and scrape and burn, combine them, and Benny Magalon still has never felt a pain as soul-deep and agonizing as this.
Please he tries to tell the woman, but he doesn’t know what he’s pleading for.  His vision goes black.
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Benny drifts in and out.  Gets confused where he is.  He’d think he’s already dead, except for the pain…and the woman, murmuring over him.  He can feel her pressing hard against his neck, but he can feel her other hand too.  Touching him, pressing against his wrist, cupping his face.  
One hand centered on the worst pain Benny’s ever felt:  one hand the only thing between him living to see another sunrise and him dying right now.
The other hand gentle as air, warm and careful as she takes his vitals.  He feels her fingers on his face, and she opens his eyes and looks down at him.  She bites her lips again and nods, as if to herself.
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The logical part of him knows that yes, he is dying.  He knows his body is in crisis, and his brain is throwing out a million incongruous thoughts, synapses firing wildly like the control panels at a nuclear power plant in meltdown.
He knows the thoughts running through his frantic mind are just madness, but when he opens his eyes and sees you there, Benny Magalon has the sudden thought that you’re the girl he’s been waiting for all these years.  That if things had gone another way, you’d be the center of his happy life, a life full of love and warmth and laughter.  What he’s always wanted and never got.
He tries to tell you.  Tries to ask where you’ve been all this time.  Tries to tell you that it’s okay, that you can let him go, that at least he finally got to see you before he left.  You look at him, startled as he struggles to get the words out, and you cup his cheek with your free hand.
At least he got this one touch, this single moment of your warm palm on him, your thumb brushing against his cheekbone.
Your eyes are glassy with tears, but your voice is strong.  Assured.
“It’s going to be okay,” you say.  “Help is on the way.  And it looks a lot worse than it really is.”
Benny nods, then shifts his head into your hand.  The impotent rage from earlier bleeds off, and he settles on something akin to peace.  At least he got this.  At least he got this single moment.
He fades out, and he thinks that your face will be the last thing he sees in this life.  Not the worst way to go, he guesses.
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He comes to.  Pain, still there.  Exhaustion too.  Benny thinks that even if he doesn’t die, he’ll probably sleep for a year before he can be rid of this soul-deep, bone-deep weariness.
Everything sounds far away:  the guns, the sirens.  Sirens?  They sound like they are underwater, his hearing muddled by a high-pitched ringing that seems to be inside his head, but when he opens his eyes, he sees you kneeling over him—waving your arm wildly.  Yelling.
The help that you promised was on its way.  Now it’s here.
The paramedics move like a well-oiled machine, and they take over his care from you.  You rock back on your heels, and he stares at you while the EMTs put fresh gauze on his wound, a pressure bandage.  A mask on his face, and he feels the pinch in his arm as they start a line.
The somber, competent look is washed off of your face.  Now you’re the one staring blankly back at him, and Benny—the cop who has seen it a million times—recognizes the face of someone going into shock.
Help her, he wants to tell the EMTs, but he only manages to huff out a breath.  You’ve held it together all this time for him; you held his very life in your hands and now you are slipping under the surface too.
The best he can manage:  he reaches out and manages to hook a hand around your wrist.  Squeezes it, and he sees your eyes clear for a moment.  The surprise there, then the faintest of smiles before your eyes fill with tears.  You were strong for him, saved his life, and now that strength has fled you.
Benny Magalon can’t manage more than that.  Already he is being lifted onto the stretcher, and his last glimpse of you is this:  kneeling in the middle of the road, soaked in his blood.  Staring down at your own hands as you start to cry.
I’ll find you, he promises silently as he starts to fade out of consciousness.  I’ll find you and make this as right as I can.
Because that mad thought remains in his head, crazy as it seems in the face of all of this trauma:  I’ve been waiting for you forever, he thinks.  And I found you on the day I was supposed to die.
Benny slips under the tide line of consciousness, and that’s the last thought he has…for a while, anyway.  It will take a long while for him to wake up again, but when he does, his first thought then will echo these last ones:  he’s waited for you forever.  You saved his life.  He’ll find you and make it right.
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spaceinvadeeer · 1 year
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it's been almost a year since i wrote the first entry of me and jun's nordics timeline, but better late than never hihi (the first part got updated though so be sure you check it out as well!)
70s: sweden finally snaps and gets ABBA fever. the sudden change in facial hair and clothing piqued finland's curiosity and with baby steps, they've finally started to mend their fragile relationship and phone each other regularly. they'd previously write to each other but the letters eventually rose suspicion from their higher-ups, and after being confronted about it both men now live in constant fear that they're being monitored and potentially called out for their sexual orientation (especially sweden. he can't sleep at night and it wears him out quickly). meanwhile norway is fed up with being a country, and gets very invested in the hippie movement since he vibes with the general desire for freedom. he goes clubbing every other night and ends up dragging denmark along, even tho the latter is super anxious about getting caught and what the others would think. norway is definitely the most relaxed and open at that time, so he may actually flirt with denmark and let him know that the cryptic letters he kept handing him for a while now were coded messages supposed to hint that he was interested in that dumb dane.
in parallel to this is iceland, who has remained quiet and discreet over the last few decades being able to keep the trauma at bay by busying himself, but now that the economy is doing fine again he starts overthinking, and gets plagued with severe night terrors. with norway constantly out and about and being oblivious to his brother's distress, iceland is taken in by finland who takes on the guardian role temporarily.
80s: after almost a decade of trying to drown his worries in parties and illicit substances, norway gets his shit together again (mainly due to the hippie hype dying out), and tries to get in touch with iceland again; they come together once more after a bit of an argument. denmark and sweden start going to therapy around that time, and the former ends up getting on medication which messes with his head a lot.
90s: with the steady rise of the internet and the world wide web, the nordics all get a little closer since it is now much faster and practical to communicate. video calls become a staple as soon as webcams get their commercial release and finland is particularly fond of it, which makes him open up a lot more and finally get in a proper relationship with sweden. ladonia makes his appearance around the end of the decade and gets more or less abandonned to sweden's care, but he's more than happy to care for a kid. and he knows his partner is also gonna be absolutely thrilled, so that's how they start their little family.
2000s: sealand
this is just a huge summary of things tbh, there are a bazillion events and tidbits i didn't include in there otherwise it'd become a 60 pages essay and i need this to be tumblr-friendly
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ufasher · 2 years
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helloooo everyone you might know me i'm laur (they/them, 21+) and i'm super excited to introduce hwang asher von eryvine!! though these days, he just goes by asher. also i have a twitter i barely use (available upon request) but the best way to reach me is probably tumblr ims.
i've had a crazy week and haven't been able to finish up some pages i was working on, but i do have a pretty decent profile page you can check out for some basics and the tl;dr version of his history!
under the cut i'll add an even briefer version of his background and try to get some plot ideas going! 
so essentially, asher's the "bastard" (his mother insists she was married to the man but no one really believes this) of the daughter of a minor noble of etlia and some charming pirate who she was in love with. his grandfather (his mother's father) is a pretty prideful man and as much as he resented the fact that asher's a bastard, he's the only male heir to the estate. so he tolerated asher and understood that his daughter's marriage prospects were so slim considering she has a son with a man who might be at the gallows for piracy.
when etlia started to lose the war with gleerium, asher's grandfather's alleigances changed so damn quick. this man would do anything to keep his wealth and power (however minor it may be) and negotiated an alliance with gleerium before they fully took over etlia, promising his daughter's hand in marriage to a gleerium duke's son as an act of good faith. she was told that marrying this man would mean peace for their family and the small city they watched over, so she agreed.
well long story short, asher's mom had a son and asher only got to meet him briefly before they all realized that the fact that there's now a "legitimate" male heir (that's not him) puts him in danger with his grandfather. the man is not above killing his flesh and blood if said flesh and blood is also related to a pirate. so asher fled (after much begging from his mother) and has been on the run ever since. 
AND NOW THE PRESENT DAY!
i say ever since, but it's like the last three months at most.
he's broke; any money he took with him has run out. he never learned a trade, being a noble's son, but he did learn sparring, swordplay, wrestling, etc. and he manages to find mercenary work to keep himself fed. he's not picky though, he'll also try his hand at any repair work, running errands, couriering letters... he'll try just about anything if you'll pay him for it (unless he's absolutely certain he cannot accomplish it)
he's not particularly skilled socially since his grandfather kinda tried to hide him away most of his childhood. he's actually a very outgoing guy who gets lonely very easily so as much as he doesn't know proper decorum, he's also very quick to try to make friends!
fun fact! he's terrified of fire. long story short, he accidentally started a barn fire when he was just a kid and got caught up in it a little bit before someone rescued him. he has a scar on his upper arm from where falling debris landed on him and burned him pretty badly. 
he keeps that scar covered since it's his most distinguishing mark and he doesn't want his grandfather to find him or know where to send any assassins.
he wanders around a lot and likes to learn, so if your muse has a skill he'll probably just... stand around and watch them and if they ask what he's doing he'll ask if he can try... he'll be very bad at it of course but he'll try very hard
loves animals, anything four-legged and furry. has a hard time killing game for food because of this even though he knows it's necessary (and is pretty good at skinning/preparing meat)
not a super aggressive guy, would rather try to talk it out first. and then he'd rather run than get into a fight. but if he's cornered into fighting he'll do his absolute best! (he's not that good)
ok i think that's all i got in me for now... hopefully this helps us get some plots going for the boy!! thank u for reading and i hope to see u in my ims soon <3
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kelpiemomma · 2 years
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god damn, the last... five days? friday, saturday, sunday, yesterday, today.... idk, four and a half days? have reminded me of why i try my best to NOT make plans lmaooo
Thursday I logged off of tumblr on my mobile
Friday i played halo with my dad all day and he said “you have to go upstairs and play a word game. also will you go to utah with your mom to pick up a package since I’m sick and I can’t go.” so I said yes. The word game? Picking “Kasper” or “Kyzer”. Asked my mom why there were names on the fridge and she said “it’s a social experiment >:/” and we went to Utah that night. Didn’t get in until 1 am. Side note: planes are a testament to man’s hubris and I HATE them. I am so scared of flying y’all. I’ll do it, I am ceaselessly terrified when I am on them. I have been flying since I was WEE LITTLE and I still hate them.
Saturday mom and I both got about 2 hours of sleep between the horrible hotel pillows, people making noise all night, and I... caught up on a manga when I should’ve been sleeping :,) ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel, got our rental car, and started an all-day journey. Turns out- I was right! We were picking up a 4 and a half month old puppy due to a family being unable to keep him. Genuinely no fault of their own, they were not a bad home for him at all- as my dad said in a facebook reply to someone, they WERE the greater home for him but due to certain circumstances (that I don’t need to share here lmao) he needed to find a new home. His former owner and her oldest son cried when we put him in the rental- it was very sad. He was their first dog. We promised to give them lots of updates on him and said they’re free to drop by our place if they’re ever near us. And then we drove home. We were in the rental from 8 am mountain time until 11 pm mountain time. I napped somehow- normally I can’t sleep for shit in cars. I drove the last four hours home, mom drove the rest of the time, and it was rainy as fuck.
Sunday we tried to recover. Dad’s sick, mom is getting sick - she had major congestion in Utah - the new puppy is getting used to his new home, a friend brought his kids over and got lunch with dad. We went out and saw Dani and gave each other the “big yikes” eyes because there has been no progress at the trainer’s place in regards to arenas, stalls, or shade structures. The horses had empty bags in their stalls. All the buckets were half full at MOST. We dropped off one bale of hay, said we’d be picking Dani up the next weekend, and left. I had a bad feeling about it so I said I’d go back out tomorrow (Monday) and check on things.
Yesterday, I stop by the pharmacy to update my insurance and get my prescription called in as well as schedule a vaccine. Stopped and had lunch, went back home to get my car charger (thank god i did) and then drove out to see Dani. No horses had been fed, it was 2 pm, a certain and cow had NO water, most of the horses were nearly OUT of water (and they were ALL dirty as fuck), and several stalls were severely fucked up. One horse had a cut on its chest that had unfortunately already dried but definitely should’ve been stitched, none of the stalls were cleaned... I ended up cleaning and filling waters for an hour and a half (after taking a video of what I’d arrived to), my parents came out to pick up Dani, they’re BOTH sick as fuck, they’ve got the two younger dogs with them so those two had to be tied to a trailer because we ended up FEEDING the trainer’s horses since she’s on vacation. A pair of people who were supposed to be feeding and whatnot arrived and the older of the pair assumed I was the other person who was supposed to be feeding, watering, and cleaning- she did not ask who I was, she just introduced herself (I already knew her so I didn’t bother introducing myself in turn, plus I was dehydrating, in the sun, and pissed off about the condition I’d found the horses in- I was drinking well water the entire time I was there because I hadn’t expected to be doing chores) and asked if I’d given Dani grain. Because I’d given my horse hay she’d assumed I would be feeding all the horses- without knowing who I was, thinking I was the other girl, apparently I “looked young” (the excuse she gave the trainer later on) not that she really got close enough to look at me. -Anyway, my sick parents ended up hauling 12 horses and 1 cow 50lb bags of cubes for them to eat in weather that was 100 degrees and better, we’re all sweating, I’m trying to talk to the trainer- it was a hot fucking mess. We got everything taken care of, moved a horse in a stall that was pretty much about to fall, and went home with Dani in the trailer at like. 5, 5:30. Pretty sure my frustration came out when I was talking to the trainer, because she told me that the woman who’d come out with her daughter claimed to have given Dani a supplement bag “yesterday evening before a barrel race” and I was like. Nope. No the fuck she didn’t. Because there were eight full bags when I left yesterday at 2 in the afternoon, and when I arrived today at 2 in the afternoon there were still 8 full bags and her hay bale hadn’t been touched. This is shit I pay attention to- it doesn’t matter how much I trust someone, I am absolutely anal about their feed. I don’t give a shit if they eat at 5 am and 10 pm, as long as they’re getting FED. Pretty sure between 2pm Sunday and 2pm Monday, Dani wasn’t fed.
Today, Dad is even worse than before. I went with mom to pick up the car from the body shop, she took dad to urgent care (no covid, no flu, possible bronchitis or pneumonia), then she got home, took a shower, and immediately had to grab my brother so they could go to small claims court over the accident that someone’s child caused several months back (in april) and they didn’t try to file for damage to their vehicle until last month (july) because they lied about the accident, said my bother caused it (literally impossible in the way they described- if you know the area and think for two seconds about how the cars were damaged, there’s no way their story could’ve happened), and my mother refuses to file a claim against our own insurance for something we didn’t do. When she gets home we have to run the truck to the dealership because apparently it’s now having issues, and then she has to go back to work tomorrow after running around the last three days when she should’ve been resting.
So. A nice reminder of why I don’t make my own plans. Something always comes up and I am a sucker for helping out. Seeing all of the trainer’s horses pisses me off though- she has more than she can afford and she’s on vacation. Ugh. She’s taken more vacations in the last year than I have in the last 4.
Anyway. That’s that. I’ve made the decision to no longer use tumblr on my phone, I need to have time away from it. I’m going to try not to be on it as much anyway until I finish Arms Outstretched and Jumping the Rail- I’d like to get them done or at least updated before September comes and I lose all my time to work. Not much else going on except the xbox is running and I can finally play my comfort games again ♥
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