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sunnyie-eve · 10 months

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Special Bond || 4. Would you?

Paring: Paul Lost Boys x Original female character Emerson cousin!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none just cute interactions

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"Aunt Lucy." Katherine goes outside to see her and the boys. "Look at you, sweetie." Lucy hugs her. "Look at Mikey and a little Sammy." Kat smiles looking at them. "I can't even see the little Kat I once knew." Michael motions to her. "Back at you." She does the same. "Well, let's go settle in." Lucy smiles at the boys so Katherine helps them. "There's no tv. Have you seen a tv? I haven't seen a TV, Mike. You know what it means when there's no TV? No, MTV." Katherine walks into a room hearing Sam complain. "Sammy, we're flat broke." Michael does his weights. "There's a tv in my room. I bought myself one so you can watch MTV in there. I only keep it on that channel." Katherine puts an arm around Sam's shoulder. "There you can stop complaining about a tv now." Michael tells him as Kat goes back to helping her aunt bring everything into the house.

When the sun went down Lucy and the boys were gonna go to the boardwalk so she invited Katherine to go along. The boys split off from the girls as they walk around chatting about what Kat has been doing. "A lot of people go missing." Lucy looks at the board and Kat sees the Security Guard's wife put up his missing poster. "Yeah." She starts to feel bad since she knew what happened to him. Lucy goes over to help a little boy alone while Kat stares at the guys' flyer. She shakes her head going over to where Lucy went talking to the little boy but sees the boys walk into the store. "Aunt Lucy, maybe someone at my job has seen his mom." She tells her so they go inside. "Hello, Max. Thanks again for giving me the day off." Kat gives him a smile and the boys see her.

Before David could call her over Maria does, "I'm gonna tell Max to stop giving you days off." She playfully glares at her. "My Aunt just moved back with her two sons. That's why he gave me the day off." She explains. "We only come in here to watch one thing." Paul says as they walk past her and puts his arms around her shoulders. "I know." Maria laughs smiling at the two as he walks her off with them. "I told you not to come in here anymore." Max glares at David who smirks before heading out with the boys. "You coming?" Marko asks Kat as she stands behind.

"Aunt Lucy, can I go with my friends?" She asks her not noticing Max smile at the two. "Sure, honey. Be careful." Lucy tells her. "Bye, Max. Bye, Thorn." She pets the top of the dog's head then rushes outside getting on the back of Paul's bike. They stop at the carousel to hang out because Star and Laddie were supposed to meet them back here. "Your aunt seems nice." David speaks up looking over at her sitting on the railing leaning back into Paul standing behind her. "24/7." She looks over at him. "Where's your cousins?" Paul asks her. "Around somewhere. Hey Star, Laddie." She smiles as they show up. "Katherine." Star's straight face turns into a smile as soon as she sees her. "Kat." Laddie gives her their handshake as she jumps off the rail.

"You coming to the cave or staying because of your family?" Marko asks as Paul gets on his bike. "I'm gonna stay. Plus you guys still need to eat." She looks over to see Michael and Sam watching the group. "See y'all tomorrow." Katherine kisses everyone's cheeks then goes over to her cousins as they ride off. "You know the girl and the boys." Michael eyes her. "Yeah, they're my friends." She walks with Sam and sees the Vampire comic. "You've met the Frog Brothers, I see." She motions to the comic. "They're odd." Sam tells her. "Be prepared to hear all about vampires from them." She tells him.

Back at the house while everyone was downstairs, Katherine's window opens. "Paul." She looks over at him and he was smiling like an idiot. "Can I come in." He asks her. "I'm still not giving you an invitation." She laughs at him. "Rude." He goes through the window taking off his jacket before jumping onto her bed next to her. "Who was on the menu tonight?" Kat jokes making Paul laugh. "Greg and Shelly." He tells her. "Greg, I don't care about." She tells him so he goes giving details about the whole thing making her want him to shut up.

Getting fed up with his babbling, she leans over kissing him to shut him up. After about a minute of kissing him, she slowly pulled back to breathe, but he pulls her back and kisses her more roughly. After a while, Paul finally lets her go to breathe. Although they broke apart, they were still close enough for their noses to be touching. Neither of them said anything and just stared at each other for what felt like forever.

"You know, you talk too much." Kat speaks first making Paul pull away and laugh. "So you had to kiss me?" He touches her face. "It was the only thing I could think to do." She laughs. "Or did you just want to kiss me again?" Paul leans back in kissing her. "Kat!" Sam shouts getting closer to the room. "Come on, let's leave." Paul gets up. "I can't and I have work tomorrow." She tells him so Paul pouts.

As the bedroom door opens Sam looks around and Paul was out of sight. Nanook growls outside the room not going in. "Nanook, stop it." Sam tells the dog off. "Who were you talking to?" Sam asks her. "Was on the phone with a friend." She lies not knowing where Paul went. He didn't go far because his jacket was still in her room. "Dinner is ready." He leaves her room and Paul shows back up. "Fine, I'll leave." He puts his jacket on. "I didn't say you have to leave. I just can't leave. I'll eat fast then be right back." She goes downstairs to eat dinner.

Paul walks around her room messing with things and looks at her photos. Still having his human traits made things difficult with Katherine. Not only that but apparently she could be everyone's mate if she chooses to be. Paul didn't want to share her with the other three though. She was his soulmate he always dreamed of when he was a human. He wanted her to be one of them so they could be together forever. He wouldn't have to worry about something happening to her during the day because she would be safe with him in the cave. "Why do I still have to have these feelings?!" He shouts at himself in his head. "But they're the reason she even likes me." He lays down on her bed turning on the tv and watches MTV.

"Oh, Katherine dear. Max got me a job so I'll be working with you." Lucy tells her as they eat at the table. "That's nice of him. He's really nice. I used to work night but he moved me to during the day so I can be with friends at night." She explains to her Aunt. "The boys you left with?" Lucy smiles at her niece. "Yes, Ma'am." Katherine finished her food going to her room to see Paul passed out on her bed. "Paul, you can't sleep here and you know that." She goes to sit by him waking him up. "I can sleep in your closet." He gives her a smile. "You're not sleeping in my closet. You're going to go sleep in your cave."

"I'll leave once you fall asleep." He pulls her to lay down in his arms. She closes her eyes as he turns off the lights and tv. "Can I ask you a question?" He plays with her hair. "Huh?" She asks enjoying the feeling. "Would you ever become one of us?" He asks hoping to hear a good answer. "Truthfully... I'm thinking about it but I'm not exactly there yet." She says making him get excited. "Well, you know how bad we all would love it if you were. Even Star wants you to." He kisses the top of her head as she drifts off to sleep.

Back at the cave, Paul looks at the boys who were staring at him. "Katherine is thinking about becoming one of us but isn't ready yet. We're getting closer boys." He tells them what she told him. "You hear that Star." David looks over at her. "If anyone is going to talk her into fully doing it, it's Paul." Star looks at him. "Why Paul?" Marko laughs. "Because of their bond." Dwayne tells him. "But you said we all could be her mates." Marko looks at David making Paul roll his eyes. "If she wants yes because her bond to each of us is different. Paul and hers... it's stronger and will be even more if she becomes one of us. That's what I was told." David explains staring down Paul.

"And I know a quicker way to make her one of us." David stands up. "How?" Star asks. "Her cousin, who has his eyes set on you, Star. We get him to drink and become one of us, she'll follow." David gives her a smile. "How would that make her want to drink too?" Dwayne doesn't understand. "In the past, she told me she's not against it because she's alone once her grandpa is gone. Both of her parents killed themselves... If we turn the rest of her family she'll have another reason." Star speaks up. "So we know what to do."

#lost boys #the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #paul lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #michael lost boys #michael tlb #michael emerson #david powers #paul harris #dwayne stephens #marko thompson

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marcholasmoth · 1 year

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OSRR: 3065

today was a good day. long and tiring, but good.

i spent the morning at home with my family and was given, among other things, the lego apollo saturn v rocket model. that thing is nearly impossible to find. i'm so excited. and the gifts i got went over very well. chelsea was so excited about the lego set i got her, the one that she had when she was a kid, the original x-wing set, not from the star wars collection, but from the lego SYSTEM collection. yknow the one that's fuckin ancient. the set was from 1999. unopened. some person in japan had one and i bought it for her and she was so excited about it. and james loved his shark.

unfortunately, due to some shipping delays and problems with vendors, a lot of the gifts mom got for me and papa didn't arrive, and some were even refunded, even though she ordered them in october. so i feel kinda bad because i wasn't able to get papa something he wanted that was bigger, like he did for me. i wish i'd been able to find things for him. i'll get him a few things for his birthday, i think, but i still wish my papa had been given more gifts. everyone else got enough today, but papa deserves all the gifts always because he's a good man and he puts up with a lot and he has a lot of things that he has to work with every day that are massive obstacles and he does it without real complaint. my dad is a trooper and a good man and im proud that he's my papa.

after being at home, i went to joel's, where we opened more gifts, among which were a handful of mothman related objects which are adorable and that i love. and the gifts i got for people there also went over well, so that was good too. we spent time sitting and chatting and it was nice. and joel was very happy about the stencils i got him, and i did in fact get him the right kind of spray paint. nice.

after that we went to joel's aunt and uncle's house and had dinner and they gave us gift cards, and around 7 or so we made our way back to the house. we just sat and chilled there. eventually i left and came back home, and i sat down and watched shrek with my mom until she went to bed, and i watched the beginning of shrek 2 for a while before turning the tv off around 10:30 bc i was tired and wanted to go to bed.

but then i got up and started cleaning.

i organized everything of mine in the office and consolidated things and put things away and got rid of all the boxes and put away the wrapping supplies and sorted everything to put it in its proper locations. i cleaned out my bag and i folded my blanket and i pulled the trash out and i did like fifteen thousand things before coming up to bed just before 1am.

and now im here and i need to sleep badly. so i'll do that.

im spending time with kat tomorrow, and im happy that i get to see her.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3060s #sunshine boy

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callmemana · 1 year

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Duckie: what is Leo to you?

Cricket: the reason I wake up every morning

{earlier}

Leo: *earlier that morning, barging into their shared bedroom while blasting music* WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP

{Katherine yelling at TK}

Katherine: GO TO YOUR ROOM

TK: that’s not fair!

Katherine: DO AS I SAY!

TK: you never send Duck or Crick to their room when they’re in trouble!!

Katherine: the girls never leave their rooms. If they were in trouble I’d make them sit in the living room or go outside or talk to human beings.

Duckie and Cricket: *in the room next door* I CAN HEAR YOU!

{in the O Club after Leo had gotten in trouble by Ice and Slider}

Tom: You’re grounded!

Tom: No TV!

Leo: My tv is broken.

Ron: Then no computer

Leo: I need that to answer emails and video chat.

Ron: then… no Cricket!

Leo: What? No Cricket?!

Tom & Ron: No Cricket!!

Leo: *probably drunk* I can fit the whole goddamn world in my arms.

Cricket: *probably a little less drunk* oh yeah?

Leo: *hugs Cricket*

Leo: *whispers* you’re my whole world

Duckie: are you guys serious?

Cricket: *giggles* yeah…

Duckie: describe your ideal woman.

Leo: long blonde hair… smile like sunshine… bartends at Jack’s… and wears glasses.

Duckie: I think you just describes Cricket.

Leo: Mmm.

{at TK & Chloe’s house}

Grayson (TK’s kid): Leo, Rick, why don’t you have a wife?

Leo: because we’re not ready yet.

Rick: because I haven’t asked yet.

Grayson (TK’s kid): well then you need to hurry up, Aunt Cricket and Aunt Duckie aren’t gonna wait forever!

Duckie: *overhearing the guys who are in the living room, talking to their nephew*

Cricket: *smirking, hearing what the guys are saying*

Duckie & Cricket: Yeah, hurry up and ask us!

Leo: HELP! I TOLD CRICKET I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Rick: *pouring milk directly into the cereal bag* And you thought I could help?

Rick: you should call your mom, Kat, or Duckie.

Leo: *already on the phone, dialing his mom’s number* hey, mom! I need some help.

Rick: what’s your dirtiest fantasy?

Leo: Cricket getting 8 hours of sleep, she never sleeps.

Duckie: *appearing* I KNOW RIGHT

Leo: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!

[at a dinner party and telling a story]

Leo: as I was trying to say I-

Cricket: *puts hair into a bun*

Leo: *loses focus*

Leo: anyway, as I was trying to say-

Cricket: *stretches*

Leo: *loses focus again*

Leo: okay, as I was trying to-

Cricket: *takes off her glasses to clean*

Leo: as-

Duckie: you know what? Maybe it’s better if I tell the story.

Duckie: when was I rude?

Cricket: all of the time

Leo: every day

Rick: 24/7

Duckie: true, but fuck you

Dragon’s Angels📻: @breadsquash @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw

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onesingleglance · 1 year

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hello sorry I am a lil later today but!! i am here nevertheless!! I think some of my shows/movies/ships in them could give me away but I do like gossip girl tho but I prefer blair and dan (the end of gossip girl annoys me tho. dan, really?? DAN???!!?!?!?). a few of my other top ships would have to be westley and buttercup from a princess bride and patrick and kat in 10 things i hate about you but I fear that is already giving too much away. I have other top ships but I've talked about them in the chat so I have to refrain to stay a bit mysterious. also do love heart stopper <3 I also liked young royals but I've not seen the new season. speaking of baking, what's ur favorite baked good???-ur bpack santa 🎄

No worries!! And I KNOW! Controversial opinion but I never really liked blair and chuck. Dan and blair were pretty good! I HATED THE END. Like they found out who gossip girl was and they just laughed it off?? LIKE NO. Anyone else would've been better!

LOL I THINK I HAVE AN IDEA OF WHO YOU ARE HAHA I love a good chocolate chip cookie, during the holidays my aunt makes these really good chocolate peppermint cookies, I've been craving my uncle's banana bread but this coffee shop near me has delicious chocolate banana bread, trader joes has a brownie mix that I love to make brownies with or brownie cupcakes, and I love a good cheesecake! What about you?? Are you an avid baker?

#bpacksanta #anon #camanswers

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seritaka · 3 years

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2:30am but i just found my favourite chocolate bar in this little baggie i got and now i have energy

#got it from my aunt’s friend bc she’s cool and i’m hip #an #yways #ao3 time #kat chats

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,912 Words

Summary: The Todoroki family drama yet again.

Warnings: Cursing, Caps, Food Mention, Abuse Mention, Teen Pregnancy Mention, Arranged Marriage Mention, Forced Marriage Mention, Forced Pregnancy Mention, Blood Mention, Near Death Mention, Death Mention, Pregnancy Mention, Secret Pregnancy Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Area 51 Aoyama: bonjour je suis Dora, Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Asui: wut, Iida: Human Porche, Uraraka: Fuck Gravity, Ojiro: ceouolo, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Koda: the muffin man?, Sato: dammit kevin, Shoji: pIaNoMaN, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Tokoyami: brb drowning, Todoroki: daddy issues, Hagakure: oreosandpussy, Bakugo: mother i crave violence, Midoriya: mistakes were made Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown, Yaoyorozu: single braincell

Usernames: Emo Sanctuary Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*

Usernames: I Hate This Family Shigaraki: I'm A Duck Now, Dabi: Unidentified Flaming Object, Toga: Mothman's Descendant, Twice: Car's Extended Warrantee, Compress: Communist Propaganda, Magne: Sir This Is A Wendy's, Spinner: I Taste Like Chicken

Usernames: Endeavor Hate Chat Fuyumi: coconut cake, Natsuo: lemon cake, Shoto: red velvet cake, Haruhi/Dabi/Touya: chocolate cake, Bakugou: carrot cake, Shinsou: strawberry cake

Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 5

12:35 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: He looks like my oldest brother, Touya. he disappeared after I was born. But he looks just like him from the picture albums, but, you know, taller...and happy?

mother i crave violence: Ask him.

daddy issues: He looks so happy with Shinsou. Maybe I should just leave it. He doesn't need to be burdened with the family he left behind.

mother i crave violence: I'll fight you. Get downstairs, we need to make lunch for ourselves anyway and I won't have you trying to cook in your room.

Aizawa: No fighting, you two. But no cooking in your room either, Todoroki, that's dangerous.

daddy issues: Fuck both of you. I just won't eat then.

Aizawa: I hate children.

daddy issues: And I hate you, so we're even.

Aizawa: You can't push away every father figure in your life, kid. It won't work on the stubborn ones like me.

daddy issues: If this is your way of saying you want to steal me from my father and keep me as your own son, I won't object.

Aizawa: Alright, that too. Now come eat. You don't even need to talk to him.

daddy issues: I hate this fucking family.

daddy issues: Fine.

12:45 PM

I Hate This Family

Unidentified Flaming Object: I think we miscalculated. Don't address it, this is my problem, @I'm A Duck Now.

Mothman's Descendant: What happened?

Unidentified Flaming Object: I forgot a family member of mine goes to UA and he might knows what I look like since I look like I used to before the accident and my family might still have some pictures of me around for him to recognize me.

Sir This Is A Wendy's: YOU'RE BLOWING OUR COVER!?

Unidentified Flaming Object: He doesn't know I became a villain. To him, I'm just a "sibling" he never met. Unfortunately, I'm actually his mother.

Communist Propaganda: Do you think he knows by now?

Car's Extended Warrantee: Oh shit, man. You gonna be okay over there?

Unidentified Flaming Object: He probably doesn't know. The old man never even told Fuyumi that I was Shoto's mother. He probably didn't even tell him he had a different legal name on his first birth certificate.

I'm A Duck Now: Maybe call him by the name you named him?

12:55 PM

Area 51

oreosandpussy: Haruhi asked if someone named Akimitsu wants any plum kitkats.

fuck gravity: Isn't that your favorite candy, Todoroki?

daddy issues is now offline

wut: I feel like that's a bad sign.

oreosandpussy: They both just stared at each other and left the room!

its a mental breakdown: sibling bond telepathy.

wine and cheerios: No because none of my siblings and I can do that. That's not fair.

ceouolo: you have siblings?

wine and cheerios: yeah, I have nine siblings, man.

ceouolo: Sero wins that bet. He has the most siblings. I thought Hagakure would win with five sisters.

oreosandpussy: We're getting away from the point here. Haruhi and Shoto just disappeared after Haruhi said the name of someone who isn't here.

fuck gravity: Todoroki is probably back-alley dealing him use of Endeavor's credit card for the kitkats knowing him.

2:25 PM

I Hate This Family

Unidentified Flaming Object: So I told my kid that I'm his mother. He took it better than I thought and he wants to call me Dad now and I think I'm going to cry tonight.

Mothman's Descendant: Good job, Touya!

2:25 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: I'd like to announce I have a shiny new father who doesn't come with abusive tendencies and is actually my biological parent.

its a mental breakdown: I'm so proud of you!

daddy issues: I just realized I got a two for one. I just got a real dad and an adopted brother all in one.

its a mental breakdown: still supportive but what? please explain.

daddy issues: Haruhi's legal name is Touya and he's my biological mother. Enji forced him into a very young arranged quirk marriage at 12 for more spawn to train because Rei became infertile after Natsuo due to the emergency hysterectomy they performed on her to save her life because she was hemorrhaging. I was the sole result of that marriage before Haruhi ran away but wasn't able to take me with him since Endeavor passed me off as his own child with Rei after paying the doctors that did her hysterectomy not to talk.

fuck gravity: Sho, Haruhi's a guy.

daddy issues: Yes, he's transgender. So he's my biological mother but he's my Dad.

oreosandpussy: Does this have something to do with the 'Akimitsu' thing?

daddy issues: Actually, my birth name was Akimitsu. He named me and Natsuo used to call me that when Enji wasn't home because he'd heard Haruhi call me that once before he ran away. Endewhore and Rei renamed me almost immediately on a second birth certificate they'd had made as if I was Rei's son.

mother i crave violence: Technically, you got two adopted brothers. Me and Shinsou.

daddy issues: And you two got another brother too.

aggressive chicken dance: dumbass trio.

mother i crave violence: I'm oldest, I automatically win.

its a mental breakdown: Ask Haruhi what kind of quirk your sperm donor had.

daddy issues: He says it was a mental block quirk. Oh my god, the dude had blue hair. Hitoshi, blue fucking hair with Haruhi's red hair.

its a mental breakdown: Are we sure he's not my real parent?

mother i crave violence: Toshi, your birthday is in July. He couldn't have had you five months after he had Shoto.

daddy issues: Well, actually, that's technically possible, in a longshot kind of way since he was about seven months when he had me.

its a mental breakdown: Regardless, I say we claim we're triplets and Haruhi had the two of us after he ran away.

daddy issues: He says that's a funny idea and he's absolutely going with it.

daddy issues: I'm also adding all three of you to our family's group chat once I can go Endeavor's home and grab my legal documents and the rest of my things tonight. So that'll be fun.

Aizawa: I and Present Mic will go with you.

pikachoo has changed Aizawa's name to Mom

pikachoo: Because you're basically our mom.

Mom: You may live because I'm busy.

8:00 PM

Endeavor Hate Chat

red velvet cake: I'm heading home tonight to grab things with my two friends, two teachers, and someone else. Is Enji there?

coconut cake: No, he's out patrolling and all.

red velvet cake: Good. Would you like to help me move all my stuff out, including my legal documents?

coconut cake: Wait, what!? Why!?

red velvet cake: I would like you to remain calm, alright? Enji isn't my father and you aren't my sister, nor Natsuo my brother. I'm not the child of Todoroki Enji and Himura Rei.

coconut cake: Shoto, I know you hate being part of the family but you can't disown us! I love you! I'll change, I promise! I'll finally cut Enji off, just please keep me in your life!

red velvet cake: That's not it, Fuyumi. I'm saying these things because Rei is not my mother, she's my grandmother. Enji is my grandfather, You and Natsuo are my aunt and uncle. I know about Touya now and I know what happened now.

lemon cake: Akimitsu?

red velvet cake: Yes, I know about the Akimitsu situation. Probably more than you do, actually.

lemon cake: What else is there?

red velvet cake: One minute. Let me just.

red velvet cake has added Haruhi, Hitoshi, and Katsuki to Endeavor Hate Chat

coconut cake: Who are they?

red velvet cake: Hitoshi and Katsuki are my brothers. Haruhi is my Dad. You two probably know him better by the name Touya.

lemon cake: You're fucking with me. Stop it, Shoto.

coconut cake: Shoto, this prank or whatever isn't funny!

red velvet has started a video chat

Dad, say hi to Fuyumi and Natsuo. -red velvet cake

Hey, there guys. Long time no see? -Haruhi

Oh my god, you're really here. I thought you were dead, Touya. Can I still call you that? -lemon cake

I go by either Touya or Haruhi, I don't mind which. -Haruhi

We're visiting the house with my teachers, Eraserhead and Present Mic, to move the rest of my things out of Enji's home and into my dorm room. -red velvet cake

That sounds like a plan. I'll be over in about ten minutes to help them, Fuyu. -lemon cake

Oh yeah, and what are you guy's favorite cake flavors? Which one do you like the most? -coconut cake

Chocolate. -Haruhi

Carrot. -Katsuki

Ew, Kats. Strawberry. -Hitoshi

Yours are both gross. But I'll bear it because you're my sons. -Haruhi

Oh my god. -red velvet cake

red velvet cake has ended the video chat

coconut cake has changed Haruhi's name to chocolate cake

coconut cake has changed Katsuki's name to carrot cake

coconut cake has changed Hitoshi's name to strawberry cake

10:50 PM

Area 51

daddy issues: I am now 100% moved out of Endeavor's house and I found my original birth certificate listing my birth parents.

daddy issues: I also found some hidden documents and medical records. Turns out me and Shinsou really are brothers and Haruhi had no fucking idea because he didn't even know he was still pregnant when he had him.

brb drowning: What the fuck?

neko neko kneecaps: How would he not know!?

daddy issues: He went to the hospital and the doctors took Hitoshi away from Haruhi because they found out he was a homeless kid so they sedated him, must have cut Toshi out, and left Toshi on an orphanage's doorstep.

daddy issues: But they tested Hito and still sent Enji his birth certificate, so I don't know why they lied to Dad.

its a mental breakdown: So I guess you could say I was a secret during the pregnancy even from my own mother?

fuck gravity: But he had you in January, Shoto? And then he had Shinsou in July five months later?

Human Porche: Hold on, Shinsou is 14 by that math.

its a mental breakdown: Actually, the nuns who raised me lied about my birthday to only me so I've been mistakenly putting my birthday down as July 1st on school forms for the last ten years. They did it just so I wouldn't find my mother. Which, again, doesn't make sense. Maybe someone wrote it wrong? But I was actually born on January 12th. Technically me and Sho are fraternal twins with different birthdays.

mother i crave violence: So I'm Haruhi's only not biological son.

is a mental breakdown: We love you, Katsuki.

daddy issues: We love you, Kats.

neko neko kneecaps: They're twins, your honor.

pikachoo: You two are cute being twins.

mother i crave violence: This is creepy. The twins are creepy.

mistakes were made: Next we'll find out Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are twins or something.

ordained: We are. Mom got me, Dad got him. Our Mom has Diamond Skin and Dad has Dermal Armor. We're twins, I'm about an hour older than him and our parents separated and remarried before our quirks even came in.

mistakes were made: Oh my god.

daddy issues: I'm adding that to my conspiracy board and nobody will stop me or they will get pinned to the conspiracy board.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust @paint-in-flames @t4t-ummiurk

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batgirlgeek · 2 years

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For your send me a character:

Helena Wayne (Huntress)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

Kate Kane (Batwoman)

Hey Kat!

Ooh, you gave me three, I like that ^^

Okay, so I’ll in order:

Helena Wayne

Favorite thing about her: She’s Catwoman and Batman’s daughter, what’s not to like about that??

I’m kidding (slightly). I actually think her backstory is really cool. She’s determined to do good as Huntress after her mother’s death and I think that’s awesome of her

Least favorite thing: She doesn’t appear in a lot of things anymore (at least as far as I can tell)

My favorite canon relationship: Honestly, I had to look this one up and I’m going to have to say I don’t have one because Helena’s only officially had one relationship (Helena Bertinelli is a different story)

My favorite non-canon ship: This is probably going to be cheaty but in my Batfamily series on Wattpad, Helena meets a guy named Daxton in college who turns out to be Hugo Strange’s son who she later marries so I’d say him

Sexuality I head canon: Ok, I’m projecting but I could see her as asexual or aromantic. There’s been some argument for her being bisexual and I’d say all the power to them (better yet, she could be both lol)

What I’d do if I could spend a day with her: Hm…probably just hang out, go shopping. She seems like a nice person to spend time with :)

Random fact about them that I like: I read the trade Huntress: Origins a while back (which complies issues of her 70s series) and she’s mentioned of being a lawyer and I think that fits her so well ^^

Jason Todd

Favorite thing about him: I just think he’s cool.

Least favorite thing: The Three Jokers story. I didn’t buy it but I did see it and I didn’t like what they did with Jason in that story (also Babs and Jason…not sure how I feel about that)

Favorite canon ship: I think Rose and Jason—I haven’t read anything with them in it but I just think I like the idea of them if that makes sense?? (I should really read more comics, I know lol)

Favorite non-canon ship: I just became aware of this but he was friends (and at one point pen pals) with Kid Devil and I feel like that ship is cute. I know a few people follow me from Wattpad (including you @blackcat2907 ) so some people may remember in my Batfamily series that I had Jason and Cass as a couple. I do have fondness for that pairing but I don’t ship them anymore so that’s kind of off the table lol

Headcannon sexuality: I don’t think I have one for him. I just see him as a straight

What I’d do if I could spend a day with him: Maybe go see a Shakespeare play, I think he’d like that :)

Random fact I like: His original reason for being resurrected was because Superboy Prime punched reality. I know it’s well known but I just find it hilarious XD

Kate Kane

Favorite thing about her: I always think her color scheme/costume is really cool!

Least favorite thing: The Batwoman tv show. Now, I haven’t seen it so I’m neutral to it but there’s been some murky stuff happening behind the scenes and I don’t like that :/

Favorite canon relationship: Easy. Her and Renee Montoya

Favorite non-canon relationship: I’m not very familiar with Kate in the shipping space so I don’t have anything to put here

Sexuality I head canon for her: I’d keep her as a lesbian. It just feels right for her and is an integral part of her identity

What I’d do if I could spend a day with her: I feel she’s the type of her person you could just drive around the city with and just chat. That sounds nice

Random fact about her that I like: I think it’s neat that she’s now considered Bruce’s cousin (but I’m less thrilled that her and Bette Kane’s relationship in modern comics has shifted from niece and aunt to cousins)

This was fun—I’d love to answer more. Batfam/Batman villains will work but other fandoms would be cool too :)

-Bat

#my asks #ask game #batgirlgeek #ace positivity

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aunt-kats-chats · 1 year

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Unpopular opinion: I wish they kept Phillip Wittebane as the main antagonist and didn’t include the collector at all

#aunt kat's chats #the fact they added the collector after the series got shortened irks me #toh salt #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane #anti collector #toh discourse #discourse #unpopular thoughts

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lucifitzgerald · 3 years

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why not take a chance?

Once Kat is sober enough to hear it, Luci tells her about this date that somehow happened while she was chatting up Robbie. She assures her that she wants to give Aiden a shot because there were many moments where she could have turned him down but decided not to. This might go absolutely nowhere but the point is that she’s willing to try.

If it turns out to be just one date, at least she’ll know she gave it all the shots she could.

Chloe helps her pick out what to wear, a green sundress that brings out the color of her eyes paired with a leather jacket and black booties. She tucks her into bed, Sunflower laying down alongside her and promises she’ll read her a book tomorrow night. Chloe is bothered by this, instead asking her a bunch of questions about why she’s dressed up and who’s this new friend.

Sometimes the girl is too smart for her own good.

“If you stop asking questions and go to bed, I’ll let you have ice cream for breakfast.”

“Aunt K lets me have ice cream anyways.” Chloe tells her matter of factly and Luci just snorts, because of course. She kisses all over her face and leaves her with a nightlight on. She assures Kat she won’t be home late but her friend is encouraging her to have the best time.

She intends on doing just that.

#para 2 why not take a chance

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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The Mansion Maid > Ransom Drysdale

PAIRING; Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 3,503

WARNINGS; dub-con, mutual masturbation, hand job, vaginal fingering, Ransom being an asshole, swearing

REQUEST; Meg’s best friend from college needs a job, so she ends up being one of Harlan’s new maids and Ransom takes an interest in her. Face claim Kat Graham.

NOTE; Please heed the warnings, guys. You are responsible for what you consume. I’ve done my part, please do yours. Ransom is a douche in this one, but, what else is new! Hope you enjoy :)

“Meg, seriously, thank you so much.” You say as you hug her tightly, “This means so much.”

She scoffs, “Don’t worry about it. Granddad has always loved having pretty, young girls around the house. He’s the one that should be thanking me.” She laughs.

You smile and stare up at the old, beautiful mansion sprawled out before you. You blink slowly as Meg pulls your bags from the car, chatting all the while, but you don’t really hear anything she says. You’ve never seen a house like this - in the movies, yeah - but never in real life. You couldn’t even really quantify just how rich Meg’s family was until this moment as you stand in the driveway. The Thrombey family is filthy, stinkin’ rich.

“Uh, hello? You still with me?” Meg laughs as she slams the door to her Audi.

You cover your face with your hands, giggling a little as you shake your head, “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

She loops her arm within yours and pulls you into her side, “Don’t be. We don’t bite, promise.”

She starts to pull you towards the front door, passing by an older model BMW. You scrunch your face a little as you pass by it, the age of it taking you by surprise. It looks to be in good shape - sparkling a little in the sunlight - not that you know anything about cars to be honest. Maybe it’s the old mans’, you think to yourself as you take the two steps onto the porch before following Meg into the lavish home.

“Granddad! Marta! We’re here!”

“Will you keep your voice down? Jesus.” A deep voice sounds from the study to your left, causing you both to snap your heads towards it.

Meg scoffs loudly, rolling her eyes as a tall, dark haired man emerges from the room. Your lips part a little as he moves right up to the two of you, completely invading your personal space. You glance up at him as he towers over you but immediately avert your eyes when you find his intense gaze already on you. You swallow harder than usual, shrinking into yourself a bit, as you feel his eyes roam up and down your body.

“Fuck off Ransom. Where’s granddad?”

He shrugs, backing up to lean against the door frame. You glance back up at him just as he pops a small, round cookie into his mouth and chews it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

He nods in your direction before skipping his eyes over to Meg’s quickly, “Who’s this?”

“None of your business. Where are Marta and granddad?” She asks again, more stern this time.

“Did you not see me shrug? I don’t fuckin’ know, he’s out with the help I’m sure.”

“Her name is Marta, you prick.” Meg rolls her eyes again and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up the stairs, “You’re such an asshole.”

“I asked you a question, Megan. I expect an answer.”

You stop at the sound of his voice. You watch as Megan turns slightly and leans against the banister.

“And I answered you, dickwad.” He continues to stare at her, popping another cookie into his mouth. She relents, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “This is my friend from school. She’s gonna be helping around here for the summer for some cash. I didn’t know I had to get your approval as well, you know, since you don’t live here.”

He chuckles as he chews and slides his eyes over to you once again. You swallow hard as he looks you over slowly, taking his time with taking you in, “More help, huh? You speak English?”

Meg groans loudly, grabbing your arm again, “Don’t pay him any mind. Come on.”

Ransom. You jog up the stairs behind Meg, turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder. He stares at you as you move, smirking slightly as he pops yet another cookie into his mouth. He lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers at you before pushing away from the door frame to disappear back into the study.

You follow Meg into her room and close the door behind you before plopping down on the bed beside her, “Who was that?”

She rolls her eyes deeply again, waving you off, “Don’t worry about it, he’s a fucking tool.”

“Who is it? Your brother or?”

“Oh, God no. He’s my cousin. My aunt Linda’s son.”

“Oh,” you answer, not able to get those blue eyes out of your mind, “What um, what does he do?”

She laughs a little as she stands and starts unpacking her bag, “You mean besides being the resident asshole? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. He’s a spoiled ass brat, who lives off my aunt Linda and granddad.”

You nod slowly, “So, he lives here, then?” You swallow again, not really sure if you could deal with this feeling all day, every day for three and a half months.

Meg picks up on your uneasiness and stops moving around the room. She walks over to you and takes your hand in hers, a bright smile on her face, “Do not let him scare you off. He lives like a half hour away. He comes over long enough to beg for money and then he fucks off again.”

You let out a breath and smile back at her, “Okay. Sorry, he’s just kinda… I don’t know.”

She kisses your cheek and goes back to her dresser, “For the third time, he’s an asshole. Don’t let him intimidate you, okay? You just wait until you meet granddad. He’s going to love you and between him and I, we won’t let Ransom pick on you.”

You nod your head quickly as you tuck some hair behind your ear. You take another breath and push it out quickly before you flash another wide smile, “Cool.”

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A few weeks have passed and they’ve been a blur, but you’re settling in quite nicely. Harlan is a delightful old man; funny and smart - and still as sharp as a tack. Marta and Fran are both kind and warm, taking you under their collective wing and showing you the ropes of the routines that flow through the mansion. You’ve met most of the family by now, each one just as opposite as the other, leaving you to wonder how they’ve all existed this long without killing each other. You like them all though, each for a different reason, except for Adolf Jr. aka Jacob, who’s questioned your citizenship more than once because “you look too exotic to be American”, and of course -

“Ransom,” You sigh loudly as he shoulder checks you in the hallway, knocking you back a few steps, “Jesus.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” He says, cutting his eyes back towards you, “You call me Hugh. Only my family calls me Ransom.”

You flip him off and roll your eyes as you continue down the hallway in the opposite direction, mumbling a fuck you under your breath. You head up the stairs with a pile of sheets and an assortment of cleaning supplies in your hands and move into the Harlan’s bedroom. You toss the supplies on the bed, before retreating to the hallway closet to fetch some fresh towels. You move back into the room and shut the door behind you before shoving your airpods into your ears, letting Doja Cat distract you as you start to strip the bed.

You hum as you move around the large mattress, tossing the used sheets to the floor as you sway to and fro to Say So.Your thoughts soon turn back to the brief encounter you had with Hugh just minutes before. Prick. He’s gone out of his way to make you down right uncomfortable since the moment you stepped foot in the house.

He stops by just to fuck with you it seems. He’ll suck down those disgusting cookies and throw the empty bag to the floor, because he knows you have to pick it up. He’ll knock magazines off the coffee table, track mud through the kitchen, leave random plates and drinking glasses all over the house - only to lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, with that stupid smirk on his face as you pick up after him.

That’s another thing he likes to do - watch you. You feel his slimy gaze on you for hours out of each day, just following you around as you move throughout the house. At first it bothered you, but now? You just glare back at him and scrunch your face in disgust before you carry on with your work. Harlan, and recently Walt, have chewed his ass a few times for messing with you. You’re not intimidated anymore, you’ve got back up.

His gaze has seemed to change over the past few days though. It’s less I’m watching you to make sure you don’t steal anything, to I’m watching you just to watch you - like you’re his prey. You’ve caught him staring at your legs on the days you’ve opted to wear shorts. You narrow your eyes at him as he ogles you, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps right on staring at your long limbs, his breaths deep and steady, sometimes dragging his tongue across his bottom lip or even sinking his teeth into it.

The family has a weekly Sunday dinner, which you’ve been happily invited to each time. It’s a chance for you to wind down, actually be a person around them and not just another one of the staff. At the last one, just a few nights ago, you were exhausted. Meg had you out on the town until after dawn before letting you have only a few hours of sleep before she pulled you off to another adventure. For dinner, you slipped into a tank top, a loose, thin zip up hoodie, and pajama shorts. Your hair was loose, falling into your face as Richard went on and on about politics. Your hoodie kept slipping off of your shoulder, exposing your skin and cleavage.

You shifted in your seat, swiping at the hair in your face before you randomly threw your eyes at Ransom quickly. You had to do a double take. You squinted at him in disgust as you caught his wandering gaze on your chest, like he was transfixed - hypnotized by the slit of your breasts. He cut his eyes up to yours seconds later and cocked his head in defiance as the two of you stared at each other. You lifted your hand and extended your middle finger again, drawing a quick, low chuckle out of him before he dipped his eyes back to your cleavage. You rolled your eyes and zipped your hoodie all the way up before letting out a huff and focusing back on Richard.

You had trouble sleeping that night. There was a battle brewing inside of you. You couldn’t stand him, but something in you, dare you say, liked having his attention. Whenever you caught his eyes on you, you’d get all warm - tingly. Sure, you’d flip him off and rush off in a huff but sooner or later, a sly smile would spread on your lips. You liked teasing this disgusting man. It felt… good - but of course, that is what bothered you. You shouldn’t be flustered or flattered by his behavior, you should be outraged, but yet you never say a word to anyone.

A piece of you likes the fact that you are the one thing that he can’t buy and maybe, that’s why you enjoy this little game so much. He’s a bastard, but he’s a rich bastard who can have whatever his selfish ass wants - except for you. That’s your little contribution to the working class people, denying a rich asshole an unearned pleasure.

You finish making the bed and move into the bathroom where you squirt a healthy amount of Windex onto the large mirror. You wipe it away and move to the sink and counter, then the shower, and finally the toilet. You flush it once you’re finished and stand, wiping your forehead with the back of your gloved hand. You let out a breath and turn to exit, but scream when you’re surprised by someone in the doorway.

“Fuck, Ransom!” You scream as you clutch your chest, slamming your eyes shut.

He laughs before tilting his head, “Hugh.”

“Fuck you.” You bite back at him, pulling the gloves off your hands and tossing them into the trash before you push past him aggressively.

You grab the pile of dirty sheets from the floor and turn to leave the room when he stops you, grabbing you by your arm. You shrug out of his grasp roughly as your eyes bounce back and forth wildly between his.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks calmly.

You rip your airpods out of our ears and shove them into your pocket, “I’m working, okay? I don’t have time for this.”

He chuckles again as his eyes wander around your face and then dip down to your chest, “You’re a little fuckin’ cock tease, aren’t you?”

You scoff and try to move around him but he grabs your arm again and whips you around his body, “What the fuck is your problem? Huh?” You shout, dropping the sheets back to the floor, “Why do you have to fuck with me all the time?”

He shrugs, “I don’t have a problem.”

“Then why won’t you leave me alone?” You ask angrily, your eyes squinted as your chest starts to heave, “I don’t bother you one bit.”

“Oh, you bother me,” He starts slowly, “Like I said, you’re a cock tease baby.”

He takes a step towards you, and then another until he’s towering over you. You stare up at him, your chest bumping into his as you breathe deeply. You keep your jaw tight as he lifts his finger and drops it on your chin. You swallow hard as he starts to drag it down your neck and to your chest. Your lips part as you stare up at him. You blink furiously as his finger slips down to your breasts.

You snap to your senses within seconds and slap his hand away, but his quick reflexes have you caught in his arms before you know it. You squirm in his grasp, desperately trying to free yourself but with each pull and tug, he seems to grasp you tighter and tighter. You push on his chest with your small hands as you plead for him to let you go. He drops a hand to your jeans and pulls at the button to pop it open. He unzips them quickly and before you can stop him, he shoves his hand into your panties.

You tense as you feel the flesh of his fingers against the flesh of your sex. Your eyes go wide as you ball his tattered, white sweater in your hands as his fingers push through your folds to tease your slit. You watch him as he watches you, his eyes searching yours as his lips part. He smirks at you after a moment or two passes, and then chuckles again.

“Fighting turns you on?” He asks softly, noting the wetness that covers his fingers, “Me too baby girl.”

You grab his wrist with both of your hands and pull his hand from your body but your strength is no match for his. He shoves his large hand back into the front of your jeans, his fingers pushing through your lips, circling your clit before pressing against it. You tense at the pressure. Your eyes flutter as a flash of arousal ripples through you. You tighten your grip on his sweater as your heart beats against your chest.

He rubs your clit in slow circles at first, but then quickens them out of nowhere. It starts to feel good - it’s been too long since you’ve been touched like this. You widen your stance, allowing him a little more access to your cunt. Your hips start to roll against his fingers as your throat goes dry. You bite down into your bottom lip as you pump your hips forward, small moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You feel his eyes on you as he fingers you - feel his warm breath on your face.

You gasp suddenly as he thrusts two fingers into your cunt without so much of a warning. You wrap your fingers around his biceps, squeezing them tightly as he starts to pump his digits in and out of you. Your moans grow louder as he gets rougher, slamming his fingers into you with force as his palm caresses your swollen, tingly clit.

“Fuck, Ransom,” you hiss as you rock your hips into his palm.

“Hugh,” he says gruffly.

“Hugh,” you breathe, your voice shaking with each thrust of his fingers, “Hugh, Hugh, Hugh.” You repeat in ecstasy.

“That’s right baby,” he groans, grabbing a handful of your left breast with his free hand, “Say my name girl.”

You throw your head back as you continue to push your hips forward, “Oh, Hugh. Yes.”

You let your head roll forward again as you drop your hands to his pants. You fumble with the button, and then the zipper, but soon push your hands into the front of his boxers to grab his cock. He hisses at the contact and the warmth of your hands, and his fingers falter for just a second. You start to stroke him, teasing his slick slit with the tips of your fingers before you slide them back down his shaft.

You stand mere inches from each other, fucking one another with your hands while Harlan and Marta are just a few rooms away. You can feel your climax building as Hugh pushes his free hand up into your shirt. He pulls your breast free of your bra and starts to play with your nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he pulls and tweaks it, arousing you further.

You pump him hard and fast, feeling the warm dribbles of precum on your fingers. Your hips thrash against his hand, desperate for a release. Shivers begin to run up and down your spine as your body begins to jerk and tense. The small grunts and moans from Ransom only add to your arousal and soon, you are overcome with your orgasm.

Ransom has to clasp his hand over your mouth as you cum around his fingers. You shriek into his palm as the waves of your climax wash over you, each crash stronger than the last. You bite down on the palm over your mouth as your hips continue to work against his other hand and fingers.

Ransom soon follows at the sight of you cumming before him. You feel the warmth of his spunk in your hand and on your fingers as he spurts over and over again. You hum as you continue to work your hand up and down his throbbing, jumping shaft. In an act of quick weakness, he rests his forehead to yours as his body works through his own release. The two of you stand there, chests heaving, breaths heavy as you recover from your devious deed.

He pulls his hand out of your pants, leaving you empty and slightly sore. You remove your hands from his cock and take a step back. You watch as he lifts his pruney fingers to his mouth before he licks them clean, humming lightly as your tangy juices excite his taste buds.

“That cunt might be my new favorite snack.” He offers, before sucking on his digits again. You watch as he moves away from you and heads for the door, “Clean yourself up and get back to work, maid.” He says gruffly again, cutting his eyes back at you.

“Yes Hugh.” You say sweetly, offering a small smile.

He rewards you with a smile of his own, “Good girl.” He opens the door and takes a step before turning back to you again, “You’re here until when again?”

“End of August.”

He raises his eyebrows as his lips quirk into a smirk, “Lovely. I’ll be back for you.”

“Will you now?” You ask seductively, tilting your head.

He smiles again, “You’re mine now. I take what’s mine.

He slams the door behind him.

You move into the bathroom and wash your hands slowly, unable to wipe the stupid smile off of your face. You redo your short ponytail and wipe at your forehead with your wet finger tips, ridding your skin of the small beads of sweat. You button and zip your jeans before smoothing your hands down the front of your shirt. You shove your airpods back into your ears as Saweetie fills your head. You move back into the room and collect the dirty sheets in your hands again before getting back to work.

This job ain’t so bad.

#Ransom Drysdale #Ransom Thrombey #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x black!reader #ransom thrombey x black!reader #ransom drysdale smut #ransom thrombey smut #knives out fanfic #knives out reader #knives out smut #ransom x you #you x ransom #you x ransom drysdale #you x ransom thrombey #ransom drysdale x you #ransom thrombey x you #knives out #knives out x reader #avintagekiss24

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misssophiachase · 3 years

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All You Never Say - Pt 2

Hey! I’m so glad you all liked the first part (thanks to the anon who prompted me), you can read it HERE on Tumblr or follow it on AO3 HERE for future updates. Shout out to @sekretny13 because I totally did that shirtless Klaus thing we discussed.

Synopsis: One wedding and a confused maid of honour and best man with years of pent up feelings and unresolved tension.

Dr Grayson and Mrs Miranda Pierce and Mr Mikael and Mrs Esther Mikaelson cordially invite you to a garden party

To celebrate the upcoming nuptials of their children

Dr Katherine Pierce and the Right Honourable Elijah Mikaelson

At The River House on June twentieth, twenty twenty one at 1700h in Ely Cambridgeshire

Dress: Cocktail

All I'll never know is if you want me oh

3 days before the nuptials - Ely River House, Cambridgeshire - 6:53pm

“You’re the bride, the least you could have done was revoked his plus one,” Rebekah muttered.

“He’s also the best man and brother of the groom,” Katherine shot back tersely then remembered where she was and sent a dazzling smile in the direction of her soon-to-be Aunt Penelope. “Trust me, if I could have uninvited the she-wolf I would have.”

“How can someone that pretty be so ugly in the personality department?” Bonnie asked. “She knows my name but has taken to calling me Belinda anyway.”

Caroline could relate given her new name was apparently Carly.

“She told me my wedding festivities were folksy and quaint,” Kat growled. “I have a mind to stick my folksy wedding up her…”

“Unfortunately, my brother has the worst taste in women but I suppose that isn’t anything new but this time he isn’t the only one interested.”

“Yes, I noticed your parents fawning all over her,” Bonnie noted. “I’m imagining it’s more about her being the heir to an oil fortune rather than the person herself.”

“You’ve got that right,” Rebekah replied. “Although, they seem to be the only ones. Usually Nik just gets bored with them and moves on and this one seems to be staying around much longer than expected which is so strange.”

Caroline was standing near enough to hear her friend’s conversation but far away so she wasn’t tempted to comment on his date. She had no intention of ever letting her friends know the annoying feelings she harboured for Klaus.

The parents of the bride had insisted upon hosting the welcome party as a thank you to the Mikaelsons for hosting the reception. Esther, of course, had seen to it that even though the celebration wasn’t being held in their name she still made sure her signature touches were on display, much to the chagrin of Miranda Pierce.

They’d chosen the Ely River House for the occasion. A beautiful and contemporary venue on the water that showcased the best the town had to offer, including the cathedral they were to be married in as part of the backdrop.

Caroline, ever the dutiful maid of honour, had been busily working alongside Miranda to help make this event perfect. She knew how overrun the Pierce family had felt by the Mikaelsons during the planning stages and wanted to help them make this cocktail party the best it could be.

Obviously her motives weren’t completely selfless and helping out meant she didn’t need to focus on him.

With her.

She looked beautiful in a red, strapless gown but given her profession there were no surprises there. Caroline then made the mistake of glancing over and noticing how his hand teased the small of her back as they laughed and chatted with family. It was familiar and affectionate. She looked away but it was too late because it hurt.

“Refill?’ She asked Rebekah, taking her glass before she could even respond. Weaving her way through the guests Caroline decided she needed a time-out and the sooner the better.

Given the weather most of the party goers were outside and so the staff were handing out drinks on trays. The bar inside was empty at the moment and Caroline decided to put herself to good use by replenishing Rebekah’s drink.

She made her way behind the bar and found a bottle of champagne deciding that she could open it herself. I mean how hard could it be?

Difficult as she found out. Why did it always seem so effortless when they did it on TV and in movies? However this one wasn’t going to budge, that much she knew. She tried again, pulling as hard as she could.

“Don’t shoot!” She looked up into his familiar, blue eyes. Why did he have to look so good in an open collar shirt and jacket?

“Funny,” she shot back.

“Need my help with anything, love?”

“Well, not with playing poker obviously.”

“Ouch, way to punch a guy where it hurts,” he groaned, pretending to be in pain.

“Well, that oversized and overinflated ego of yours could do with some wounding, Mikaelson. I’m just upset it has taken me so long to finally land that perfect blow.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just gazed at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“Well, how kind of you. So, given all of your generous humility, how about I give you a hand? Don’t want to knock anyone’s eyes out, do we sweetheart?”

She noticed his eyes blazing now, was that anger or something else entirely? Caroline decided it was best not to wonder.

“Or you could leave in case such an impending disaster were to befall you?” He looked at her, clearly unmoved. “You know I’m not some damsel in distress that needs your assistance, I am perfectly capable of opening this bottle myself,” she huffed, feeling her composure slipping away.

Bastard.

“By all means,” he smiled, taking a seat on the nearest barstool and watching her in anticipation.

“You can’t just sit there and watch me.”

“Oh no? Last time I checked this was a free country and I have every right to sit anywhere I want. As the lawyer in the room, I’m sure you can back me up on that argument.”

“You are so…”

“Handsome, charming and brilliant?”

“I was going to say arrogant, childish and smug,” she bit back. “And, as the lawyer in the room, if this cork does happen to hit you I’ll testify that you refused to leave the scene after considerable warning on my part.”

“I’ll take those chances,” he smirked, taking her by surprise and fluidly moving behind the bar. “And I’ll even offer my assistance, if not just so these people can drink sometime this century.”

What she wasn’t expecting was for him to slip in behind her, his hands connecting with hers and running them enticingly up and down the chilled, champagne bottle. She shivered involuntarily hoping he hadn’t felt it in the process.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Mikaelson?” She asked, trying to contain the unwanted tremble in her voice.

“Exactly what I said. Helping,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as his hands covered hers. “Now, what you need to do is place your thumb right here and caress the cork gently until you feel it disengage.”

Why did she automatically think of untoward things when he uttered the words ‘caress’ and ‘disengage’?

It didn’t help that her back was moulding perfectly against his toned chest either and there was something else she could feel.

Was that?

Was he?

Before she could wonder anymore, the cork popped, flying across the room and sending a huge spray of bubbling liquid shooting out all over the bar. Caroline jumped in surprise, accidentally turning the bottle around and drenching them in the process.

Before too long they were both in fits of laughter unable to control it. He wound his arms around her waist attempting to rub the excess champagne on her while she squirmed in his warm grasp attempting to get away.

Well, sort of. If Caroline was being honest it felt good.

Too good.

Their laughter died down, almost as if they realised just how intimate their proximity and position was. After over a decade of knowing each other they’d never been this close, well except for that night two years earlier.

“I’m just glad I never asked you two to be waiters today,” a voice interrupted. Caroline turned her head, noticing Miranda Pierce staring at them both amusingly with her hands folded across her chest. Caroline moved away, albeit reluctantly. “How about you two clean yourselves up and get back to the party, speeches will be in fifteen minutes.”

She was gone before either could reply. Then it hit her.

“Speeches in fifteen minutes? I can’t make a speech looking like this,” she squeaked, looking down at her champagne soaked dress which was fast becoming a see through garment. “Why the hell did I decide that wearing white was a good idea? Should have gone with red or something.”

It slipped out before she could stop it. Why did she have to mention the exact colour Hayley was wearing? The last thing she wanted was to seem jealous or insecure over his girlfriend.

“I much prefer the white,” he murmured. Caroline not sure if he was just being kind or it was something to do with its new, transparent features but given the way his eyes were trained on hers and not the dress she wasn’t quite sure. “As for the speech, you’re Caroline Elizabeth Forbes, you’ve got this.”

He remembered her middle name? Yes, they’d known each other a while but it seemed like something Klaus Mikaelson wouldn’t do. Or so she’d thought.

“I look more like the maid of dishonour who’s been bathing in half of the liquor tab,” she hissed. “I can’t go out there like this.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. It had an immediate calming effect, something she wasn’t accustomed to. “Go to the bathroom, use the hand dryer. I’ll send in Bonnie because, well we all know she’s the most practical in an emergency, and I’ll try out my best man jokes during my speech. I’ve always had this dream of becoming a stand-up comedian.”

“Who are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, love,” he teased, curving those crimson lips into an enticing smile. “Now, go on.”

She did leave, but all Caroline wanted to do was turn around to see if he was still watching.

She was in big trouble and not because of her dress and that impending speech.

2 days before the nuptials - Kensington-Foster Atelier, Ely Cambridgeshire - 10:29am

“Tails are so uncomfortable and so last season, brother,” Kol complained, inspecting himself in the large mirror.

The groomsmen were having their final fitting before the big day. Klaus had long since blocked out Kol’s incessant whining and was distractedly playing with the hemming pins on the nearby table.

He thought being home would make him feel more comfortable and at ease but it was just the opposite. Klaus hadn’t planned on a surprise champagne incident followed by the maid of honour firmly ensconced in his embrace. If he had his way, he’d have never let her go.

Klaus told himself that after the poker match he’d keep his distance from Caroline. She’d been stirring up feelings this week that he’d worked hard for years to contain. He had no intention of letting one night from two years ago betray his feelings.

Also, as disingenuous as it might sound, Klaus had a girlfriend and would not betray her either. Although, it didn’t help that Hayley was wearing on his last nerve. Ever since she’d arrived nothing seemed to be quite good enough. Given these were his family and friends that didn’t sit well with Klaus.

“Last time I checked tails never go out of style, especially when the dress code is white tie,” Elijah responded tartly, breaking Klaus from his thoughts.

“I do look devilishly handsome, so I suppose it will do the job.”

“Trying to impress anyone in particular or just planning to pester the entire female guest list?” Enzo asked.

“Well, usually at these things a groomsman can rely on picking up a bridesmaid or two but I seem to have lucked out in that department.”

“I hope so given one is your own sister,” he chuckled.

“I’ll let you have her,” he smiled deviously. Klaus looked over noticing just how pink his best friend’s face had turned at that unexpected comment.

“How very kind of you, but you know Beks and I are more about the fighting than the loving.” Enzo replied dismissively, finally finding his words. Klaus couldn’t help but think just how delusional his future brother-in-law was but he figured he’d get it eventually. They both would. “I suppose there’s always Bonnie for you then, Kol,” he pressed on, clearly an attempt to get some form of payback.

This time it was Kol’s turn to blush.

“To be honest, I always thought you two would find your way back together,” Elijah said straightening his tie, making them all look at him curiously. “What? I have opinions, is that so difficult to believe?”

“You’re a politician, so when it comes to the affairs of state, no,” Klaus offered bluntly. “But why does it sound like you’re channeling Katherine Pierce right now?”

“I do have a mind of my own.”

“Sure you do,” the three responded in unison then broke into laughter.

“You’re all hilarious.”

“Anyway, Bonnie and I are ancient history,” Kol explained after a few minutes, almost as if he’d been thinking about it all that time. “I suppose maybe sweet Caroline might...”

“Over my dead body,” Klaus blurted out. Three sets of brown eyes clapped on him. This wasn’t how Klaus saw things going in his head. So much for being discreet and containing his feelings.

“Bloody finally,” Enzo grinned. “We’ve only been waiting for that confession since boarding school.”

They were? Klaus couldn’t recall what he’d done during that time given he and Caroline barely got along, fought incessantly and he’d also dated half the girls in her class. Was there something between them back then he’d been too ignorant to see? Given his current feelings, maybe so.

“Yes, you always were rather transparent when it came to Caroline, Niklaus,” Elijah agreed.

“I was not,” he shot back childishly, thinking denial would have been a much better counter attack. Clearly he wasn’t in his right mind.

“Even Kol knew about it and we all know what that means, Nik,” Enzo offered.

“If that is your way of insulting me then you need to try harder,” he growled. “While this confession has been a long time coming is everyone forgetting that Niklaus has a girlfriend? You know brunette, beautiful but extremely bossy?”

“I’ve not admitted anything,” Klaus baulked, feeling increasingly guilty. “And even if I had, Kol is right.”

“Finally someone gives me the credit I deserve,” he joked. “But if you’re experiencing a dilemma we could swap, even if yours is a bit on the high maintenance side.”

“I didn’t realise Caroline was yours to swap, Kol,” he murmured, again regretting that choice of response. Then he added what he probably should have said first. “And that’s no way to speak about Hayley, I mean she is bossy but…”

“Mother and father love her because all they can see are oil fields and dollar signs in their future,” Kol mused. “If anything that would be a sign to end things immediately.”

“Mother and father like Katherine,” Elijah commented, clearly perplexed. “And I wouldn’t dream of ending anything.”

“Chill, Elijah,” Kol answered. “You two have found the perfect balance but Niklaus here doesn’t like his girlfriend anywhere near as much as you love your fiance.”

“Why is Kol suddenly the expert on love and relationships, have we entered the twilight zone?” Enzo asked, humming the theme tune for added effect.

“Laugh all you like, Lorenzo, but you know I’m right.”

Klaus hated to admit it but his brother had a point, not that he’d tell anyone that. But what was he supposed to do? Caroline hadn’t given him any reason to think she liked him the same way.

Later that night, Mikaelson Manor - Ely, Cambridgeshire - 11:59pm

“This is not happening, this is so not happening,” Caroline said, repeating it like a mantra and hoping that somehow it would calm her and solve her most pressing issue.

She’d ventured into the manor’s vast gardens on a mission. Yes, it was pitch black and her torch was barely doing its job. It was also midnight and she was seriously rethinking her attire of shorts and a tank top, even if it was summer.

Caroline decided to blame her unpreparedness on Kol and the story he’d told after dinner about their ancestor Sir Henry Stirling who apparently lost his head for treason and walked the grounds in search of it every night.

It wouldn’t be so scary if she were tucked up in bed in her room but here she was trying to find something extremely important in the grand scheme of the wedding and marriage as a whole which she’d stupidly lost earlier in the afternoon.

Some Maid of Honour she was.

She’d been too busy thinking about a certain guy who decided to tease her then rub up against her and then distract the crowd with jokes so she could make herself speech-ready. To say she was confused was an understatement.

He also had a girlfriend so that added to the mess.

The girls had picnicked on the grounds that afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and they’d decided to forget the wedding plans for once and just enjoy themselves. It wasn’t difficult given their beautiful surroundings and the abundance of wine. Caroline couldn’t believe this was her best friend’s life and would be lying if she wasn’t slightly jealous.

Of the four of them, Caroline was the only one who was truly unattached. If you asked Rebekah and Bonnie they were too but everyone knew that they would end up with Enzo and Kol, as they should. They were meant for each other and it was only a matter of time in her opinion.

But she was the odd one out and in Caroline’s mind she always had been. She liked being different but at the same time it had its drawbacks. Weeks like this only amplified it.

She heard a noise behind her, like a rustling in the bushes. Caroline pointed her torch at the noise hoping Sir Henry wasn’t going to take her head as a substitute. “I don’t have your head, sir, I promise.”

Okay, not the most suave thing she could have said at that moment.

“I can’t believe you of all people would believe Kol,” the voice was unexpected but familiar. In fact it caused some of the chills she’d been experiencing to defrost. She moved her torch to the left catching him in the light.

And what a sight it was.

Klaus Mikaelson.

Shirtless.

Caroline felt the torch wavering in her hand and only just managed to maintain control before it dropped to the ground. Clearly she wasn’t the only one poorly dressed for the occasion.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed.

“I believe I should be asking the same question of you, love,” he murmured, the sleep in his voice evident. “I heard noise outside my window and saw the torch light so came out to investigate.”

“Naked?” Okay, it came out before she could stop it. At least he couldn’t see her blush in the dark.

“Yes, because I would definitely waste all my time throwing on clothes if I saw someone attempting to break into my house,” he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Although, you seemed to have underdressed for the occasion too if my eyes aren’t deceiving me.”

“No need to be so snarky, Mikaelson.” Caroline decided not to address her outfit as it would just complicate the situation.

“Says the girl who woke me up,” he shot back. “Please tell me there is a perfectly reasonable reason for you to be skulking around the property at this time of night?”

“I’m not skulking.” Okay maybe she was skulking but it was all for a good cause. His prolonged silence was telling her he was impatient for an explanation. “Fine, I might have lost the wedding ring and I’m trying to find it before anyone else notices.”

“Please tell me I can put this in my speech.”

“That’s seriously your take back from this whole scenario? Your maturity astounds me. Just shut up and help me find it you idiot.”

“Not until you tell me how exactly this happened in the first place, love. You have my full attention.”

A/N Stay tuned for the midnight wedding ring search, the rehearsal dinner and so much more.

#klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #misssophiachase #all you never say #part 2 #stay tuned

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whitecatindisguise · 3 years

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Random ask time! Whose the weirdest/sweetest/strangest people you’ve meet in your group chat? Or, if you ever been or are in one.

I'll answer the second part first. Yes, I am in a Group Chat. 5, to be exact, but 3 are actually for the same people, just different themes, kind of like discord groups on a server, and two others are separate from the rest.

Now, for or the first part... Ooooh, boy. Whom I DIDN'T meet? There are chaotic characters like our GC's Team Chaos, consisting of Kat, Wiz, Mon, Child and Tay. Then we have the chat's mom and my other half of Team Momsome, our chat's grandma/aunt/alien/fun-girl-next-door Crys, my beautiful and kind internet daughter DAngel, our local CS and DP-crazy Wolfy...

There are so many different people I have met since I joined my first GC here on Tumblr. I love and cherish each and every one of them.

I'm not going to start tagging people, because 1. It doesn't let me tag everyone because limits, and 2. Not everyone would appreciate being tagged. But, to everyone from JVT chat:

I love you, guys!

Sincerely,

Kitty Mom

XOXO

#ily guys #team momsome #my beautiful and kind internet daughter #team chaos #JVT chat #kitty mom answers

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Sleeping Beauty vs. Spindle’s End

Lately my husband and I have been watching through all the classic Disney animated movies in chronological order. We were also recently re/reading my favorite book, “Spindle’s End” and finally finished it the other day. Conveniently, the next Disney movie in line was Sleeping Beauty, so of course we watched it. Spindle’s End is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty, but it differs drastically from any version I’m familiar with, while still keeping the basic premise: The baby princess is cursed by an evil witch/fairy and goes to be raised by several kindly fairies in a cottage. Also there’s a prince involved, and some horses and other animals. But for all her fairy godmothers’ gifts (lips like roses, golden curling hair, eyelashes that go on for days), Rosie is not beautiful, not graceful, not ladylike, and does not want to be a princess. She does want to be the local blacksmith’s apprentice, and chat with all the village animals. Do not come near her with embroidery. (And I’ll put the rest under the cut, for length and, hmm, slight spoilers?) Under the cut: comparisons between the 1959 Disney Sleeping Beauty, and the 2000 Robin McKinley book Spindle’s End. (1k words) tl;dr: The book has a lot more detail, including Rosie’s childhood, and Rosie actually gets to be a character with her own thoughts and decisions, instead of having one musical scene and then taking a nap.

1. The biggest difference? Length. The Disney movie is a petite 1 hour and 12 minutes long; less if you remove the credits, while the book is over 400 pages. A lot of this is due to Robin McKinley’s detailed writing style (boy, you should read her Beauty and the Beast retelling if you like descriptions of roses), and partly due to the fact that she covers something that the movie conveniently skips: Rosie’s entire childhood. Much of the charm of the story comes from seeing Rosie go through various adolescent phases and mishaps, like cutting her own hair when she’s a toddler, moving to a new house when she’s a teenager, and experiencing all the turmoil of growing up. Meanwhile, Disney’s Rose/Aurora is just immediately a very adult-looking 16 years old. 2. A small difference: Disney’s princess is cursed to prick her finger upon the spindle at 16, while Rosie gets to at least become an adult first, and wait until 21. A bit more reasonable, I think. 3. Another small but important difference: in the Disney version, the king declares all spinning wheels must be destroyed. Honestly, how did they make cloth for 16 years??? In the book, only the spindle ends must be snapped off (and are then replaced by fancy smooth carved ones, which is a plot point). 4. Both similar and different are the fairies. In the movie, they’re... well, fairies. Magical beings with wings, immortal and probably very rare. In the book, they’re basically just witches. They’re born with magical powers, and they’re not very rare. The whole country runs on fairies and their control of the wild magic that entwines with everyday life. And they certainly aren’t all-powerful. 5. In the movie, Rose lives with 3 fairies, who are all kindly older ladies (and apparently rather bumbling without their magic). In the book, Rosie lives with 2 fairies: old “Aunt”, and “cousin” Katriona. They raise her as family, and everyone in town is sure she’s going to end up being a fairy too-- mostly because Rosie can somehow talk to animals (which was a fairy godmother gift, but only Aunt and Kat know that). 6. While in the movie, the fairies caution Rose not to talk to anyone, in the book she’s raised near a lively village, and chatters energetically at everyone, even making friends with the stoic blacksmith. Aunt and Kat want to keep her hidden, after all, and what’s the best way to hide? To be perfectly normal. Keeping her locked up would be kind of a red flag. 7. In the book, Rosie does eventually meet a prince that she’s unknowingly engaged to, though only one person in the town actually knows the whole truth (and it’s neither the prince, nor Rosie). And the prince does fall in love instantly with a charming peasant girl, who falls right back in love with him. 8. A major element in the book is the grand house Woodwold, which was built 1000 years ago by a seer who knew it would be instrumental in saving the country (although, again, only one person knows this). Woodwold is ancient and has its own deep magic and strong bonds with its people and the princess. There’s nothing like it in the movie. In the book, Woodwold is responsible for the walls of thorns (they’re rose bushes). Instead of being cast by the evil witch, the house cast them to protect its people from the witch. It’s a good house. I’d live there. 9. A fun similarity I noticed when I watched the movie was the final confrontation essentially being solved by a magical thrown weapon. In the movie, it’s the prince’s sword, which he throws into the dragon’s heart. Which was awesome, by the way. But in the book, it’s a little more complicated. It ends up being a magic spear, and it only enables a different character to take down the witch-- which is also pretty cool. 10. Speaking of the final confrontation? Spoilers, but Rosie basically decides to choke the witch the death. Man, I love that girl. Which points to essentially the biggest difference between the book and movie: Rosie actually gets to do things. Rose/Aurora in the film is barely a character, for all that the movie is about her. She has one important scene: the “once upon a dream” sequence. Other than that, it’s mostly the fairies and the prince. In the book, about the first 1/3 of the story does follow the fairies (because Rosie is a baby), but most of the rest of the story is from Rosie’s perspective, except for occasional switches back to Kat, or to the love interest, when it’s relevant. Rosie is still being strung along with this curse and all the princess nonsense, but she has infinitely more agency. (And also, like, opinions and feelings. Yes, she has a lot of those.) Anyway, mostly without spoilers (and not a single named mention of Narl or Peony somehow), that’s a few of my thoughts on the movie vs. book. Obviously it’s not even a relevant comparison, given the great time difference between their writings and the different authors, but I think it’s fun to see where some of the books specific inspiration might have come from. Oh, one more thought. 11. “Once upon a dream”. I actually love how this manifests in the book, because it happens in several ways. First is the way the fairy Katriona uses dreams to tell the queen that her daughter is alright. Second, is the “dream” of the seers who established Woodwold. And then the lyric, “and I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem”, about seers’ notorious unreliability. (Oh, oops, I’m having fanfic thoughts.) Aaand, just one more: 12. The princess is woken by true love’s first kiss! When I was reading the book, I never thought of this! It literally happens TWICE in the book and I never thought of it as “true love’s first kiss”, because neither time is framed as normal romantic kisses. One is like... CPR, and the other is like... magical energy-transfer nonsense. (Well, maybe they’re both magical energy transfer nonsense, but the first one is definitely framed as CPR.) And what I love about this is that they’re different kinds of love, but they’re both undeniably true love. I dunno. Just makes me happy. =]

#elo talks #about books #Spindles End #Robin McKinley #fairytales #Disney #Sleeping Beauty #tbh I won't call it a perfect book but I will say that I love it

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