#and the irrelevant stable boy

[jester-lover]

A Sunday Kind of Love

Twisted wonderland characters with a girlfriend who wears suits

feat- Trey, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Rook, Lilia, and silver

cw- fluff, stupid gender roles being destroyed, very flustered boys, insecurity (not from the reader), talks of gender roles/identity, whoever reads this is so cool, reader is so hot and confident (did I mention she’s so hot)

Trey

Mmm domestic baker boy

He is so enamored with your confidence and classy attitude

For the first time in his life, he’s genuinely flustered by the sheer presence of another person

You two tend to both keep Riddle in check, him with his calming attitude, and you with your gentle sternness

The place where he comes from, women are expected to be more subservient, so he likes to think of you like the Queen of Hearts herself, a headstrong woman capable of taking control of her own destiny

Trey loves when you allow him to help you with your outfits, like buttoning up your jacket for you

He was probably a little intimidated by you at first, with your powerful aura and sleek aesthetic, you brought intimidation with you wherever you went

Another thing Trey loves is order and cleanliness, your clean and sublime aesthetic keeps him stable

Househusband material, no explanation needed

“Sweetheart, your lapel needs fixing, do you mind if I get that for you?”

Jade 

The both of you have such staunch, serious aesthetics, with such caring, passionate personalities behind them

You value the way you dress and look in a way Jade admires greatly, he knows the value of dressing well to create an image for yourself

Jade understands the trust you can earn from people when they deem you to be elegant and professional

You two revel in the looks of both awe and confusion, hand in hand

No matter if you're wearing the most outlandish colorful suit, he’ll find an accent color to incorporate into his own outfit

It's a small way for him to show people that he’s taken

His air of confidence is often left on his coat hanger, knowing that the both of you have a shared sense of comfort with one another always makes him smile

Jade knows what it feels like to not entirely fit into a societal mold, he himself is a literal fish out of water, and he understands that he needs to support you as a young woman accidentally portaled to an all-boys school

You two find unity and connection in your differences

“Dear, would you like to share a cup of tea after my shift is over?”

Floyd

Floyd enjoys fashion and business-type silhouettes, even if he tends to loosen up his own

Seeing that you are a young woman, and Floyd is (begrudgingly) respectful of your personal space, he’ll always ask before squeezing you

That is until you start squeezing him first

He loves a woman who takes initiative!

Floyd absolutely adores all of your more fancy outfits, especially during galas

He finds those fancy events so boring, until you show up and blow everyone out of the water

Floyd finds it especially funny when irrelevant little guppies try to make fun of your traditionally masculine attire, and you just laugh at them

You two share a similar aloofness towards the opinions of others, and it just brings you closer together

After a while, he is sorta wrapped around your finger, grinning and going pink at every wink you send his way

“Shrimpy’s dressed all fancy, is it just for me?”

Jamil 

Jamil tends to prefer more casual clothing for himself, but the allure of you in a full suit is powerful to him

You probably meet at one of Kalim’s parties, where your aura of grace and androgyny catches his attention

If he finds time to talk to you, he’ll be stuttering over himself constantly

Why would a strong, successful young woman like you want him? Why would you settle for second best, when you could have Kalim and by extension everything else?

You did want him though, you appreciated his tough work ethic, and his dreams to better himself beyond his condition

Jamil usually finds dressing or taking care of other people to be tedious, but when it's you, he can’t refuse

He loves helping you style yourself, especially if you let him do your nails to match

Small moments of time shared between the two of you, helping you tie your tie, or do your makeup, keep Jamil going

Another one who’s prime househusband material

“I-I’m not blushing, now would you let me paint your nails in peace?”

Rook 

Rook is very curious about you when he sees you, sure, he knows about feminine men, but he has yet to converse with a masculine woman!

Oh but when he does, Rook finds himself startled

He has never met someone with such effortless charisma, such power and dominance in language alone!

Our poor little french boy has a crush almost immediately

He writes you poetry about your beauty, about the gorgeousness of your androgyny and loving spirit, slipping the notes into the shaky mailbox outside Ramshackle 

Rook thought he would get away with it long enough to confess, but you were too smart, and figured out it was him, his red face during that conversation was delightful

With Rook as your partner, you often take long walks together, hands placed snugly in your suit pockets

His favorite accessory on you is a pair of cufflinks, which he gets you often as gifts

“Mon ange, you look absolutely brilliant, the two of us will be the talk of the town!”

Lilia 

Lilia is often considered to be a feminine individual by strangers, he knows what it's like to break gender norms

You have a certain air of power around you he has never seen on a human, so he often jokingly questions if you are human after all

It's almost impossible to make Lilia blush, the closest you’ve ever gotten was during a dance, when you spun and dipped him

Lilia often goes clothes shopping with you

Especially if you enjoy a more vintage aesthetic of suits, who’d be better to ask then someone who was actually there?

He loves your confidence most of all, Lilia is very comfortable in his skin, so of course he’d want a partner just the same

You know you’re hot, he knows he’s hot, it's a match made in heaven 

“Beastie, your tie is shifting, won’t you allow me to tuck it in for you?”

Silver 

The moment you walk through the portal, Silver has his eyes on you

You love flustering him, he’s such a sheltered person after all

Pulling him in by his collar to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder in pictures, and so much more

Silver is enamored by the way you dress, it feels so mysterious and yet so open and kind

Besides teasing your poor little boyfriend, you also love being affectionate towards him, like slipping your blazer over his sleeping form whenever he falls asleep in inconvenient places

He saw you then, with your blazer off and your vest slightly unbuttoned, and he knew he saw beauty in its purest form

Silver may be shyer when it comes to romance, but you’re naturally dominant nature helps him push himself forward with you

Everytime he buys you a bouquet of flowers, he makes sure to tuck one into the pocket of your suit, so you can keep a bit of his love with you at all times

“I saw these black petunias, and they reminded me of you, I hope whenever you look at them you think of me too.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #twst silver

[chaifootsteps]

One of the things that frustrates me about Viv's designs is that they don't really tell me anything about the character's motivations or personality.

If I came knowing nothing about Hazbin and you tell me that Cherry Bomb is a punk from the 80's, Sir Pentious an inventor from Victorian England and Alastor a radio host from the 1920's I would have a very hard time believing you.

(((Especially since for some reason, Viv dresses almost all her male characters in Hazbin with some variant of the same suit and bowtie)))

But I think that no - other design frustrates me more than Nifty's. She is supposed to be a Japanese housewife from the fifties. Yet her dress is looks more like a Halloween costume of a fifties girl than something women would actually use at the time.

Her hair is not even accurate, it should be more curly since perms were really big among Japanese women during that time.

However, the fact that she wears a costume of a fifties woman could come in handy if you write a decent backstory.

Let's start by saying that Nifty was not an adult during the fifties, she was actually born during the early sixties into a very conservative and traditional family who told her that the only thing she needed to worry was to marry a decent man, have kids and take care of the house.

Like a 50's woman!

This caused Nifty, a very extroverted and playful child who loved bugs and mud, to have a pretty stressed-out childhood. Every time her mother found her playing in the garden and getting dirty she was beaten. The germo-phobia she developed as a adult was partially because of this, since filled with germs = being harshly punished she always made sure everything was clean.

Eventually when she was 19, her parents arranged a marriage with a businessman and they tied the knot not even a year later.

Her husband was not bad,

He was rather handsome, had a stable job, a big house in Tokyo and could even afford going on vacation once a year.

If only he wasn't the most boring man alive then things probably would have been different.

Whatever he genuinely loved Nifty or not is completely irrelevant when he treated her more like a housemate than an actual wife. They even slept in separate beds and the only time they spend together was during dinnertime and then 30 minutes of TV before going to bed.

NIfty was suffocating in her marriage.

But is not like she could say something. The one time she tried talking to her mom about it, she just told her to "be thankful" to have so much free time since things will change when she has children.

Well, she and her husband hadn't been intimate since their weeding night, so that wasn't happening any time soon.

That stayed the same for a while, until one night, while watching TV with her husband a local boy/band appeared on screen

It was the early 90s and boy bands were allll the rage.

New bands formed every day and this particular one didn't seem too different from the rest. Except that maybe, the Bad Boy of the group captivated a 30 year old Nifty and rocked her world in a way she hadn't experimented before.

At the start everything seemed normal, she started by buying one CD or two, attending meet and greats in local malls and going to their concerts. Nifty didn't want her husband getting involved, so she got a part-time job to cover those extra expenses and not use her husbands money.

Of course almost all the merch she bought was of Bad Boy

Soon, she started having this fantasies, dreams were B.B confused his undying love for her and took her away form her boring husband and into a live of adventure and music. B.B was a real man, rebellious and strong that would be able to keep emotion and passion in her life unlike her husband.

Those dreams helped her to live another day, and maybe it was because of this dependency that Nifty started to believe that those fantasies were real. That she and B.B were a secret couple and the meet and greats they had were really "dates" that they had to do in secret from her husband.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter a time before dear Nifty became one of those fans who you end up seeing in a police lineup and reading in the newspaper the minute she started stalking B.B and talking about him as if he was her boyfriend with whoever may listen.

All went into a breaking point when one day, Nifty just got tired waiting for B.B to take her away from her boring life. Thinking about it she just came to the conclusion that it was her dear old hubby the one that was keeping B.B away from her.

That has to be it.

Her husband must be preventing B.B from fulfilling his promise!

What lies did he told him about her?

Does he want me as his prisioner forever?!

This is not staying like this!

That night, after her husband fell asleep, Nifty woke up, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed her spouse 30 times before ending his life with one clean slit in the throat.

Now that the bore is dead, she and her precious Bad Boy could be together forever! Now he has no excuse to not fulfill his promise! A new life filled with love, excitement and adventure awaits!

But first she needs to clean, everything ended up a disaster.

Maybe it was the excitement she was feeling, or it was too dark to properly read the labels, but mixing cleaning chemicals can actually be extremely dangerous. You may create a very dangerous gas that could potentially kill you.

That morning, the neighbors woke up due a very strong smell and they shouted the minute they found dead bodies of Nifty and her husband. She had her skin partially burned as she had felt face down the mix of cleaning solutions that took her life.

And you and me know, where she ended

Congratulations, Niffty's yours now! You're clearly more qualified to be writing her. Please cherish her.

#katsdrawlike #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 26th

I’m traveling this weekend (at this point I’ve been in the car about 5hrs and have another 8 to go today) so I asked for a few tropes to share fics from. Thanks so much to @ishipallthings & @iwillsinkwithmyships for their suggestions. 

As evere, please leave comment and kudos for your author. 

~*~ 

Bodyguard AUs: 

it goes like this -- by Areiton 

It goes like this, really--

He wants Tony. 

He wants him like he needs air to breath, wants to wipe away all the ones who came before him with mouth and tongue and bruise tight hands. 

He wants Tony and he’s terrified. 

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime 

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

(Written for royal_chandler, who won the bid for my offer in Marvel Trumps Hate 2018.)

Triple-A Rated by iam93percentstardust 

Three assassination attempts in two weeks. That's gotta be some kind of record. Three attempts - and that doesn't even count the Ten Rings. Tony's pretty sure that Stane's trying to kill him again. Fury's pretty sure of the same thing, which is why he starts sending agents to protect him. It's just that Tony doesn't like any of his new bodyguards - except one.

Safety by CSHfic, VSfic 

The suit needs repairs, and Tony thinks he's being clever when he tells the Avengers that Iron Man is away on personal business...until Steve helpfully volunteers to be Tony's bodyguard in his place.

Historical AU 

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

Love Match by FestiveFerret

Tony had but one goal for the season: secure a marriage proposal from an alpha with the position and means enough to remove him from his father's house. Love was wholly irrelevant to the matter.

Peep Show by BladeoftheNebula

“Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

An Inglourious Affair by morphia

In 1944, Steve's commando team, The Basterds, are off to fight nazis in France. Tony joins their efforts after intelligence suggests that Herr Kleiser, a German scientist, has set his sights on making a massive nuclear bomb. Their mission: Get to Kleiser before he completes his evil plan. What neither of them had planned for, however, was to fall in love in the middle of the worst war either of them had ever seen.

Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage 

Object: Matrimony by BladeoftheNebula

Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there...

I Whisper Your Name on Each Star I See Falling by JezebelGoldstone, littleblackbow

The day Natasha first told Steve her idea, he never would have dreamed that her fool notion would land him here: watching the train roll into the station and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somewhere in there is the man who agreed to marry him.

Steve, an alpha farmer living outside a small town in the Rockies who doesn't want to admit how lonely he is, has been exchanging letters with omega Tony for nearly a year. When at last Tony arrives in Big Eden, Steve is confronted with the fact that he doesn't know Tony as well as he thought he did - and falls for him harder than a landslide anyway.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[scribbleweb]

Big Jack Horner headcanons

just a couple because I haven't had much time to ponder him

-despite not having any "tragic" backstory and being meant to be unsympathetic + evil for the sake of being evil, he does actually have issues and reasons for why he is the way he is

-he feels rejected and insignificant compared to fairytale characters, not only was he upstaged by them as a kid, but he was also often mocked for being a simple nursery rhyme character. Notice, after his initial anger, he gets kinda sad/ashamed when it's brought up

-people would often underestimate and dismiss him for his origin, and hes very frustrated at this. It's a big factor to how he became so cutthroat and ruthless, he doesn't want to appear soft or "little" anymore. He's trying to gain respect through fear, because he was disrespected and mocked so much in the past.

-while he had loving parents and stable home life, I imagine his social life was lackluster. Explosive anger and jumping to extremes whenever something went wrong made him push any friends away

-he hates feeling small or irrelevant and that's what drove him down this path, trying to "wow" people wasn't working so he decided to get noticed through darker deeds

-if people won't pay him any mind he's going to Make Them acknowledge him

-he plays up his own evilness to get reactions out of people. Notice his smug face when Gemini Stewart (the Ethical Bug) reacts to Jacks actions. He likes getting peoples attention, it's all about the shock value. Makes him feel big and important, being able to effect people like that

-when people like Gemini pry into his past to understand him, he leaves out the mockery and bullying on purpose (again, doesnt want to be seen as weak and 'just a pathetic bakers boy', in his words. he also just doesnt want to be pitied

-he acts as though he doesn't care what people think of him, but I think subconsciously he still wants to be liked. he doesn't want to be a likable person though, he wants to be liked as is, villainy and all.

-hes too distracted by his thirst for power at present, but in the future he does want "heirs" to his family business. Not because he craves companionship or likes kids, he just wants the company to keep growing and his legacy to go on. It's not something he's actively pursuing, just something he thinks about every so often. Only to again get distracted by his hunt for all things magical

-he's spiteful (of course) but his wish wouldn't actually make him happy long term. Revenge is nice and all, but hes still gonna feel that rejection and self pity deep down.

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #the last wish

[bagopucks]

Out Of Place - Marner

Trigger Warning(s): talk of suicide, smoking, underage drinking, angst, bullying, fighting, heartbreak, manipulation, loss, and action.

Pairing: Mitch Marner x Fem!Gretzky!Oc

Official name: Maeve Gretzky, credits to

@jorjie-nhl for the name!

Summary: He was supposed to graduate a football player, but the plan changed, and now he’s a struggling athlete on a hockey team that can’t stand him. Back at square one for the first time in six years. Lost, but eventually found.

She’s a stable athlete who has a full ride to a D1 college. She has friends and he isn’t one of them. That is, until she shoulders how much of a pain he is, and decides to help teach him to play. Then all of a sudden, he doesn’t seem so bad. Satisfied, but inevitably yearning.

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“You all keep cryin about how he’s a football player! I don’t give a shit! I’m over it! He plays hockey now. He is your brother now!”

“Why’d you quit?”

“I couldn’t do it any more. My mom pulled me out.”

“I heard he made that kid kill himself…”

“Mitch. He wants you back.”

“What? No.”

“He said he won’t let it go until you talk.”

“Let’s go for a run!”

“A run, Marner? In the woods? With my good shoes on?”

“What? Afraid you can’t keep up, Gretz?”

“He’ll learn.”

“Oh dude.. look at this kid. You new here or what? You can’t skate with the peewee team.”

“Oh boy.. after the wipeout he just took, these kids might skate circles around him.”

—————————————Cast

Freshman are irrelevant to this story.

The Team

Sophmores

Jack Hughes

Akira Schmid, JV goalie

Trevor Zegras

Cole Caufield

Jamie Drysdale

Brady Tkachuk

Juniors

Mitch Marner

Matthew Tkachuk

Nico Hischier

Cale Makar

Jeremy Swayman, third string goalie

Quinn Hughes

Seniors

Leon Draisaitl

Connor McDavid, alternate

Andrei Vasilevskiy, second string goalie

David Pastrnak

Kasperi Kapanen

Matt Murray, vet goalie

Jacob Trouba, captain

Nathan MacKinnon, alternate

Hampus Lindholm

Matt Dumba

Darnell Nurse

The Coaching Staff

Wayne Gretzky, head coach

Mike Sullivan, assistant coach

Lindy Ruff, shift/power play coach

Pekka Rinne, goalie coach

The Supporting Cast

Auston Matthews, junior!football QB

Jordan Binnington, suspended junior goalie

Various other NHL players

Mario Lemieux, president of the hockey club

Gary Bettman, school sports director

Two comedic peewee coaches

Along with a few more surprises

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #trevor zegras #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nico hischier #cole caufield #jamie drysdale #mitch marner x reader #mitch marner #mitch marner imagine #auston matthews #cale makar #nathan mackinnon

[warsofasoiaf]

If you had to pick one thing that would help a lady become a warrior in the medieval era, what would it be?

Money, dear boy.

In all seriousness, being wealthy is the single-most important thing, because it enables everything else. Money would employ a qualified smith that can fashion a customized plate harness and pay for the high-quality steel needed in its manufacture. Money would allow a lady enough free time to train with a sword - muscle mass for most swords is irrelevant, but you do need time to train to learn how to use it effectively and not stab yourself. Money would allow a lady to devote time to horsemanship, to have high quality stables and spend time at the riding grounds riding the rings to learn lance control and positioning, so that she's able to ride with a conroi. Money would allow her to employ a groom for her horse, an attendant or two to tend to her gear, and to employ footmen and archers to support her.

This is hardly surprising, of course. Most knights were members of the wealthy elite. I'll tag @heroineimages if there's anything that needs to be added.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I want to discuss the scene between Scrooge and Belle a little, because there’s so much in it.

“This is the even-handed dealing of the world!” [Scrooge] said. “There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing which it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!”

Scrooge’s observation isn’t wrong; it’s been made by others over the years (Pink Floyd’s “Money” says much the same thing). Belle doesn’t dispute its accuracy - she says, we needn’t and shouldn’t let the world’s (double) standards govern ours. (Be not comformed to the pattern of the world.)

It’s also clear that it is not prosperity itself that she objects to (“we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry”), it’s that Scrooge is using what she finds unethical methods to become rich (“I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you”). Likely methods that are ruthless and uncaring rather than ones that are dishonest; there is no indication anywhere in the book that Scrooge is a cheat. Dicken’s point is that even ‘honest’ business carried out without regard to the welfare of anyone else, and without using any of the gains from it to help people, is wrong.

We also get here an indication of the reasons driving Scrooge’s miserliness: “all your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond [the world’s] sordid reproach”. To me, this indicates that he was treated contemptuously by better-off people once he left Fezziwig’s employ, and wanted to be rich in order to have their respect, in order to have dignity. This connects in with the rest of the story in two ways - firstly, the ‘present’ Scrooge now treats people beneath him with contempt, the same thing he resented when he was poor; and secondly, as the spirit of Christmas Yet To Come shows him, his attitudes and pursuits have not bought him respect and dignity - decidedly the reverse.

It’s also interesting that the younger Scrooge doesn’t deny any of Belle’s statements about how his mindset has changed, characterizing it as growing wiser and becoming a man rather than a boy. He insists this does not affect his feelings towards her, but she is wise enough to see that it cannot be irrelevant to their relationship - they now have fundamentally different values, principles, and goals in life, and cannot be happy together. She’s wise enough not to fall prey to the delusion that she could ‘change him’ when he does not want to change.

She’s clearly, even from this, a very brave person - she is poor, respectable ways for young women to earn a living are limited, and she is walking away from a financially stable match with someone she once loved because the person he is becoming is inconsistent with her values, and she is convinced neither of them could make the other happy. She’s willing to walk away from security rather than have an unhappy marriage.

#a dickens december #dickens december #a christmas carol #scrooge #charles dickens

[safetycar-restart]

what are your thoughts on poly!screaming meals and pegging? They just seem like they would be super into it…

Oh god yeah absolutely. I adore poly!screaming meals so much!!

So firstly, I think pegging is something that was kinda a no brainer the moment the relationship starts? You four sit down and talk about your feelings for each other, about how you all love each other and all want to be together. Once all of that has been established and once it's clear that everyone is loved and wanted, there's a few seconds of silence followed by James looking at you and going "So who are you pegging first?"

All three of them are verses, and all three very much enjoy bottoming, but all three of them are also subs. This causes some issues, because as much as they're all more than happy to top each other, they can't dom each other.

And all three of them have this desperate desire to be railed into oblivion, to be drifting in subspace and fucked so hard and then wrapped up and cared for afterwards, which is something none of them can provide because again, they're all subs.

So when they all fell for you AND you were a dom? Yeah they wanted to be pegged. Now. Like right now, like last week.

It actually takes a minute to work out who gets pegged first, because you know that you can't just choose, choosing one of them like that will make the other two feel inadequate. As much as they try to use humour to seem like very confident, stable people, you know your boys are all insecure and yearning for approval and praise on the inside so picking one over the other two would ruin them.

So you couldnt do that.

And explaining to them why you couldnt do that puts the pegging on whole because clem bursts into tears at the realisation that they finally have a good dom who loves them and is taking care of all of them. So the pegging gets derailed for the day and instead there is a cuddling clem session.

The next day, you make them play Rock Paper Scissors. Marcus wins, therefore Marcus gets to be pegged first. The scene is you pegging Marcus while clem sits of James's dick and they watch. Once Marcus is all fucked out, he gets to eat you out while you watch clem riding James. It's great.

The next day, clem and James play Rock Paper Scissors and clem wins, so he gets pegged next while James and Marcus take turns sucking each other off (Marcus LOVES to have his mouth full).

When it's finally James's turn, you make clem and Marcus just support him and ignore their own needs, because you know having to watch his boyfriends get pegged first has taken a toll on James. So that scene is just everyone loving on James until he's sobbing into the mattress and coming so hard he might have blacked out for a moment.

And after that... yeah all four are absolute sluts for pegging. They LOVE it. In their own ways of course.

James loves a good vanilla pegging. When it's just you and him alone, he loves some slow vanilla sex involving you two taking turns fucking each other and multiple pictures taken for your two horny boyfriends.

Marcus just loves being filled, he wants a plug after he's fucked, he wants everyone's cum, he wants a cock to suckle on. He's just so greedy to be stuffed full and pegging is now different. He'll whine and cry and wriggle around on your dildo, so so happy to be nice and full and not even wanting to ride your strap properly because that would mean letting the dildo out of him for a moment.

And clem.. well clem is a simple man. He wants to fucked into the mattress until he can't remember his own name (he also has a habit of moaning all of his partner's names irrelevant of who is actually with him at the time, so there's that).

#poly!screaming meals #sub!marcus #sub!clement #cn #ma #nsfw. #f!reader

[usmcmuscle]

What are your thoughts on marriage? Do you think it’s okay for two men to marry even if it’s against the Bible?

Not just the Bible. Every culture and religion for thousands of years has never recognized same sex marriage. And what's the point? Marriage is a commitment ensuring, supposedly, a stable, safe institution and environment for the raising of children. Two men or two women don't reproduce. Biology 101.

If I were you, I'd be much more concerned at the fact that over 75% of black homes don't have fathers. Resulting in poverty, drugs, and crime. Dads are necessary. They're providers and role models. Even when he's not home, like on deployment, he's a role model. Real men are there for their kids, especially boys. The left demands same sex marriage while at the same time, like BLM calling for an end to the nuclear family. They want the State to raise them in line with communist ideology. Two guys can and do live together as a couple but marriage is irrelevant. Five guys make tasty burgers and fries.

[wamtorical]

Prologue: 1888 - 1890

Elmer Pence: 17 years old, heir of Mr and Mrs. Pence’s vast fortune. Except said fortune would never be passed on, for Elmer would soon land his eyes on a certain girl who regularly made her way past his street, picking berries and peforming errands as such. This girl, who looked his age and skipped gleefully all the way home (to which he’d watch until she disappeared from view) was not eligible for what his parents seeked in a wife and therefore irrelevant. So back to his studies he guessed he'd go, racking his brain for several grueling hours on end learning dull business affairs in preparation for a very dreaded future.

‘Twas Autumn of 1888 when Elmer had first taken his glimpse of the girl and she stubbornly resided in a very prominent place of his mind, haunting him with her strange magnetic force for the weeks following. It’d gotten so bad, he found himself unable to concentrate on the work at hand, much to his father’s disappointment. There was only one thing for it: to seek her out. Elmer would have to be careful, and by no means was he planning on talking to her. No; he just wanted to find out more.

Contrary to his assumption, Claudia was more than aware that the upper-class boy she'd only ever seen in the occasional paper was watching from a near distance. It was easy to dismiss his interest for ignorant curioisity, so she'd let the boy be. A few weeks of feeling his eyes on her passed by and Claudia grew tired of this secret admirer - maybe slightly flattered, but frustrated if anything: why couldn't he just talk to her, or interview her if he so pleased? So she returned his glance to find only utter adoration in his pupils - that is before he frantically pulled away and fled the scene, his face turning the shade of a freshly grown tomato. Now if anyone was curious, it was Claudia.

After pacing up and down his room for days, Elmer came to the decision that he would talk to the town’s sweetheart and hopefully clear things up. Talking to Claudia proved to be extremely difficult, but with her reciprocation to communicate their friendship slowly blossomed and like Elmer had wished, he began to learn a lot about Claudia. It was agreed that every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday they would meet by the oak tree - this was because Elmer practiced football on these days and it gave him the opportunity to be gone for hours without his father's suspicion. Elmer began to learn she had a splendid sense of humour, unlike him who feared neglect if he joked around his father. Charlotte Deane was her elder sister, and the two had been orphans since their parents passed away, their mother dying tragically during her second childbirth and their father succumbing to Tuberculosis just a few years later. She was also confident and rather traditional, confiding in him that she longed for the perfect life; a loving husband (It was at this that Elmer flushed red), many children and a stable financial state. In time, the two grew closer and closer, until Elmer couldn’t distinguish what their relationship was anymore.

Deep down, Elmer knew developing feelings for the townsgirl would be nothing but trouble for him. It was inevitable that one day, soon to come, Elmer would be wed to a woman over conveniency rather than love. He would not know that woman nor choose her. Still, he decided he'd talk to his father - Henry Pence - in regards to the matter (hypothetically) and evident it was that even the mere association of Elmer with that possibility angered him.

For the rest of the day, his fathers words rang through his ears:

"Quiet, you naive boy! It's rather simple, don't go befriending the townspeople. Should you stray from our support then I shan't hesitate to be rid of you - Don't disappoint us Elmer, you're our only son. Do you want to see me and your mother on the streets?"

And so as quick as he'd found Claudia, 1889 came round and posed, beautiful and well-dressed women - slightly younger than him - started to dine with him and his family. The gatherings were more business arangements than anything and just as notably so, they were an absolute bore. The sad and reluctant eyes gazing at him from the other side of the table just made him long for Claudia even more. Elmer wondered if those ladies too had someone they'd rather spend the rest of their lives with.

Only a couple of months into the new year, the day came when Elmer's fiancé was to be selected, and he rushed to Claudia as early as he could, longing for her comfort, her touch, and her warm presence. He was certain, though he'd never felt anything similar to it before, that what he felt for her was surely love. With her daintiful hands placed upon his chest she whispered to him softly, as if speaking to a young child.

“You don't have to do this, Elmer. You know that right?"

And Elmer said nothing in response. Instead, he tightly embraced Claudia and kept her close to him for what felt like hours, pondering on what outcome was more important to him. Claudia stroked his hair with a tenderness they had yet to voice, listening to the chirps of the birds filling the empty space between them. Minutes past and Claudia offered the one thing she knew she could in the moment: the comfort and affection only Claudia Deane could give.

Without exchanging a single word to Claudia, he took her hand and led her to the tavern he'd planned to meet his parents at. And the sight - their son so tenderly holding the hand of a girl who was not his fiancé - came as quite a shock to Henry and Ethel.

Elmer ignored the collective confusion from the people around him and instead took a deep breath before stepping forward towards his parents.

“Mother, Father, this is Claudia Deane," he said, his voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in his stomach. "She's the girl I've cherished since the moment I laid eyes on her. Sudden, I know, but I'm positive I want to start a new life with her, away from here."

Henry and Ethel stayed silent, their simultaneous shock and disappointment - perhaps from Henry rather than his mother - palpable. On the other hand, the woman he loved spoke volumes with her body language, her grip on Elmer's hand tightening as she stood by his side.

“I shan't be asking you for much, not anything at all, not even your financial support or your blessings. Just that you'll understand and let me go."

Ethel Pence looked down, tears silently streaming down her face. Henry was just as quiet, if not more than his mother. A heavy and slightly uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and no one spoke. Claudia said a lot more - just not with words. When he looked back, his father was gone, and that alone solidifed Henry's feelings on the matter. Ethel remained.

Though for a while waves of guilt washed over Elmer, regret was something he never once felt. Of course, from here forth things wouldn't be as simple as they seemed. After leaving his family behind, Elmer found himself living with Claudia and Charlotte while searching for a place they could call their own

It was hard for Elmer, a boy who'd known nothing but luxury for 18 years to get used to this lifestyle but in a way, he preferred it. The Deane cabin had it's own distinct scent - soil, freshly baked bread, wet dog ... He didn't mind it one bit. Elmer and Claudia spent a large sum of 1889 trying to think smartly about how'd they deal financially if they were to move elsewhere and eventually, with Charlottes contributions and suggestions, a bank loan was arranged. £9000. The young lovers were more than positive they would be able to pay it back. With Claudia content working on the farm, Elmer could find a job - perhaps in the medical field like he'd always dreamed, if it were even possible, which he'd been lead to believe was merely a fairytail ambition.

Elmer traded in his fancy garments for more practical clothes, and with the extra money, he purchased Claudia the dress she'd longfully commented on whilst they were window shopping. Many kisses and embraces were exchanged of course, Claudia excitedly muttering the entire time how she'd wear it every chance she got, even when Elmer assured her she wouldn't have to. A matching hat accompanied the outfit and an unusual lump in its skirt pocket too, a lump she'd discovered after it fell onto the floor was a gorgeous and expensive-looking engagement ring one would only assume had been the very ring he'd kept for years upon waiting for his bride.

So on the crisp winter day of December 19th, 1889, Elmer Pence and Claudia 'Deane', now known as Claudia Pence, exchanged their vows inside the cozy and quaint church that stood not far from their new home near the shores of Brindleton Bay. Elmer's trusted butler, John Calvert, proudly stood by his side as his best man, while Charlotte and a few of Claudia's closest friends adorned the roles of beautiful bridesmaids. The young newlyweds had much to look forward to and embraced eachothers company as they eagerly anticipated the adventures and blessings that awaited them in their future together, marking the beginning of the Pence lineage.

Current year: 1890

Prologue end

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#The Pence Legacy #Claudia Pence #Elmer Pence #1890s #prologue #the sims 4 #simblr blog #ts4 decades challenge #pencelegacy #1890spence

[frilledshark-enthusiast]

Tawog human au rob

Written nicely for your pleasure TW house fire, burn scars, child neglect, child abandonment,

Rob lived most of his life with neglectful parents that he was never able to form a healthy bond with. He had little to no friends being the floater, the kid that was in the friend group that was always there but none really knew. So when a fire broke out at a house part when rob was only 12 nobody filed a missing report. Nobody even remembered that he was there. Robs parents seeing this as their chance to leave their child for good moved away taking any memories of the tall boy that somehow always seemed to blend into the background. Rob however was alive. Managing to escape the fire, it not without consequences. Their arms and legs were burned and his eye was lost to falling debris. After his escape the combination of head injuries from the log that lost him his eye and trauma from the entire experience rob developed amnesia. The only thing they could remember of their past life was their name. Over the year of homelessness living in a dump without proper nutrition or healthcare their condition worsened until they could barely stand for themself. This is how gumball and Darwin found him. Delusional, malnourished and on the brink of death was a child. There age or younger. whatever they had been doing in the dump before was irrelevant as soon as they saw what bad shape he was in. Dirty bandages wrapping around both arms and legs and another in a make shift eyepatch around there head. The rest of the day was an anxious blur. Watching the kid be loaded into an ambulance. Answering the police’s questions with Nicholas worried arms around there shoulders. The car ride home filled with there fathers chatter about how they would be able to visit them when they were stable since they were the ones that found them. Huddling on the couch late into the night with their mom haunted by memories of the gaunt almost dead body of the mysterious boy. It took three days for the kid to be conscious enough to tell the hospital staff his name (and that he was a boy thank you very much).

It’s late in tired the rest of the story is robs journey of recovery, living with Larry and Steve learning how to properly accommodate for both their mental (autism) and physical disability (from the fire) also going back to school, making friends, either gumrob, glitchybombs, gumball x penny x rob, or just no relationship you decide. Also sprinkle in a little mental angst and I think this could be a really good fic

I chose for his eye to be taken out by debris instead of the fire because burns on the face are much more dangerous (and complicated) and almost impossible to survive without medical treatment

#autism #fic inspo #fuck proshitters #tawog humanization #tawog rob

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Crashing Trust – Kelvin x Neutral Reader – Part 1/?

Prompt: You trust Kelvin to the bone, but maybe he is not the person you believe he is.

Tag: Angst

Your eyes looked up at the sky for a moment, seeing the heavy gray clouds move and you hoped it wouldn't start to rain, not yet. You sighed, feeling a bit cold on your face, but at least not on your body, not after walking so much on the island. You thought, walking again, with some of your weapons on you, studying the place, alert for any danger, while your head wondered if Kelvin had caught something in your absence. You denied to yourself, you knew he had done it. His skills acquiredafter years as a Boy Scout prior to the army were evident, he took prey from any corner and knew the use of most plants, whether they were edible, medicinal or poisonous.

You trusted him, that clumsy boy who little by little had recovered some of his faculties, just a bit of hearing and speaking, although there was still something blank as far as memories of him were concerned. There was a great majority of things that he still did not remember, but sometimes he would get up shouting, happy, with a new memory. He was kind, funny, caring and had trusted you as much as you trusted him. And you guys had even half flirted once. It was an island in the middle of nowhere, it was to be expected that you would flirt a bit, you were too close sometimes.

Your steps followed a hare, in the distance, but the animal heard you before, escaping. You growled, pacing the place, looking around, seeing the chopper in pieces on the ground. You passed, on one side, giving the military salute to the grave of your partner Fisheye, and Walter, the pilot. You had buried them a short time after falling there, a few months ago already.

You kept studying the place. It was something you did frequently, to keep yourself busy. You looked at a tree, the one where the helicopter had given the last blow at that time, before falling to the ground, and that it had half split it. It had almost no leaves anymore, partly because the blow had damaged it beyond repair, partly because it was autumn.

But your eyes fixed on something that was dark between the branches, and that you had not seen before because of the foliage. You celebrated in silence to not attract enemies, you were sure it was a backpack. It could be that of one of your fallen comrades, or even of Kelvin, that detail was irrelevant, what mattered was the content. Those backpacks were loaded with useful things, precisely for cases like this.

It took you a long time to get it down, you were forced to climb a tree that didn't look very safe, and the last thing you wanted was to fall in there, break something, and die of gangrene. But you managed to climb a little, hook it with your spear and pass it a rope, before lowering yourself and pulling, tearing it from the branch where it had been.

When it was on the ground you celebrated again, checking it, seeing the label with a K. You knew that each backpack had the letter of their code names, and the only one with the K was Kelvin. You opened it, more than anything to make sure it had the contents, check that no dangerous animal had nested there, or rotted or something. Everything was fine.

Among the things you found a hermetic bag with some content, a notepad like yours, a pen, a tactical knife, matches, useful things. You were euphoric, there was even a lot of medicine. You checked the notebook, it would be good for you to write things down, since yours was running out of pages.

And turning the pages, distractedly, you saw something written in the middle. You turned the pages back and stayed reading a familiar letter.

“Helicopter 1: Pilot Hubble. Soldier Gore. Raven Soldier. Private Cory. Destination: Eliminate. Method: C4 Installed in rear compartment. Detonation by control. Status: Stable.

Helicopter 2: Pilot Walter. Fisheye Soldier. Soldier Bucky. Destination: Experiment. Method: Sleeping pills. Leave outside Cube. Status: Stable.

Radio code to SaThe 885 510 931 074 Password #Puffton#”

You stayed static, reading that. You didn't understand well, but you understood enough. Kelvin's code name wasn't there, but yours, Bucky, was. The word EXPERIMENT resonated in your brain like poison. You didn't know what the Cube was, but you had seen enough of the mutants to associate them with some kind of experiment on the island. “SaThe” disintegrated in your mind. You had read a few things in the bunkers where you had been, in classified papers, and the word "Sahara Therapeutics" appeared next to Puffton, too much.

Your blood boiled in anger and betrayal. Kelvin hadn't gone there as a member of the rescue team, he had gone undercover as the Pufftons' competition to get information, experiment on you, kill your team and who knows what else. The man you had believed was a good soldier, next to you, was a lie. You put everything together, with hate and quickly walked back to your cabin, with the darkness of a hundred cannibals in your steps.

As soon as you got there, you saw him near the campfire, next to some fish he had caught. His ears couldn't quite hear you, he turned to you and smiled seeing you close, but you kicked him hard, making him stumble and fall on his ass to the ground. You kicked his hip hard enough for him to shrink into himself, covering his head in fear. You crouched down a bit to punch his arms a few times, hearing him groan and say “Stop” several times.

"You are fucking trash!" You stepped away slightly, furious and anguished “Son of a bitch, traitor! Killer!"

"What…?" He barely looked at you, very scared, still defending himself on the ground "I don't understand"

“I don't care if you don't understand me! I hate you! And I thought you were my friend!" You half sobbed, your trust breaking into a thousand pieces, as well as your heart.

“I do nothing…” He shyly extended his hand towards you “Honey… Explain me”

"Not honey, not anything!" You threw his backpack at his head, watching him hold it, confused "Trash" You threw the notepad in his face "Take your damn notepad and check what YOU wrote"

His confused and somewhat hurt eyes went from you to the small notebook that he had gathered from the floor, turning pages. Until he found what he had written. He read and reread, knowing it was his handwriting. His confused expression dimmed slightly, as some memory fragments flitted back into his mind. Kelvin stood still, his mouth open, searching for words he didn't quite have in his vocabulary.

“I can…explain…” He looked at you with sad eyes.

“I don't want a fucking explanation, Kelvin! You put a C4 on our teammates! You were going to kill me along with Walter and Fisheye! What fucking explanation can justify that!? None!" You furiously kicked his foot “Double agent, traitor!”

“Please… let me explain…” He reached out to you, pleading “I…” But he stayed still, silent. Even if he explained, he wasn't going to undo the fact that he had actually planned that. That he had forgotten about it, and the reasons why he had decided to do so, no longer mattered.

"Get out of here!" You took the fish and threw it on him “Take your damn dinner, your stupid backpack and go! Go away because I'm about to chop off your head, you son of a bitch! I see you around the island and I swear I will attack you like a cannibal!"

"But..." He stood up awkwardly, despairing "I love you... And... We'll survive better... together"

“Do you love me now!? You didn't give a shit about that when you wrote me down in your stupid little notebook as an experiment subject!" You sobbed again “I will survive alone! And I'll make it easier knowing I don't have a bloody traitor living under my roof!"

“But…” He tried to get closer to you, sobbing too “I really love you… I don't want to leave… Forgive me… forgive me… please…”

"I'm not going to forgive you! I hate you! I do not want anything with you! Go away!" You took your axe, firmly, ready to attack him “Get out! I said get out, you ungrateful deaf asshole!”

He looked at you, crying, almost more than you. He lowered his eyes, holding his backpack better against his chest and turned, walking slowly, moving away from you with a slight limp, the product of the pain in his leg, caused by one of your kicks. He kept walking away, crying, listening to you cry hard, knowing that you must be really loud for his poor hearing to hear you so clearly.

Kelvin regretted what he had done long before he got on the helicopter, regretted his decisions, his betrayal of his squad, something that had led him to lose you, his mate and the only source of security and comfort on the island. He was now alone, at the mercy of enemies and even at the mercy of your anger.

Part 2

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

[caralara]

Idk what to make of Harry when it comes to the people he surrounds himself with and his desire for more and more fame/love. He’s not the helpless victim some Larries think he is but he’s also not the manipulative villain Rads see him as. It’s impossible for anyone to tell what kind of situation he’s in and exactly who is pulling the strings and etc, but I think it’s clear that Harry doesn’t hate the Azoffs at all despite them being pieces of shits. He’s changed so much…I feel like he was at least fine in 2016-2018. But the past few years I’ve found him to be off putting, and I wonder why he continues to surround himself with super fake celebrities and business people. He doesn’t mind the fakeness of these A list events. Idc if i sound selfish or delusional, but this boy has been thru a lot from the industry and I don’t see why he’s sacrificing authenticity for success. Look at him while in the band/during HS1 vs now. I don’t even wanna go to his concerts because of his audiences. This type of stuff also makes it hard to imagine L&H together. I’m not talking about the fact that they have opposite images, that’s irrelevant to love. But i dunno, you see Louis not even being promoted by his own team and going indie and not being a fan of phoney industry stuff. Then you have Harry who’s 100% on board with playing the game. I wonder if there’s a long term plan for all this, like maybe he’s planning on making a lot of money for the management and himself so it’s stable for him to come out?

Harry isn’t the only one that’s rubbing me the wrong way though. Louis suddenly playing dad after years of pushing back against babygate is also a No from me. But with that situation, I can at least see where he’s going with it and that it hopefully won’t last much longer 🤷‍♀️

I agree with you, anon, as it is with so many things, the truth probably lies in between. I do believe the people you surround yourself with have a massive influence on your perception of the world (and obviously said people) and Harry had little choice when Jeff came into his life in 2013 about who’s surrounding him, and I do believe that Jeff is really good at manipulating and taking sugar. But harry is an adult now… the pandemic is what makes me a bit hopeful for the break now. Harry was forced to spend less time with all these leeches bc of covid and see what happened after? A harry who wasn’t very happy with Jeff. I think it’s soooo necessary for him to get out from under his supervision to recalibrate again. The way he’s confronted with his fame everyday on tour and how it’s being exploited by everyone can’t not fuck with your brain. So I hope this might do him some good… he should pull a Zayn and live on a farm in the middle of nowhere for a while hahah

#anon #harry government

[renee-writer]

He Didn't Have to Be Chapter 3

AO3

She danced with him and then with me.  I wasn’t much of a dancer, not then, but it didn’t matter. The joy on her face as she held my hand in hers and we twirled around the floor, made my lack of skills, irrelevant.

 

It was a true party, even had cake, like a birthday. Mum and Jamie, holding the knife together, cut into it. They then fed each other pieces of it.

 

“A tradition, eh,” my new Uncle William says, “a bit queer though.”

 

“We get some, right?” I asked him.

 

He laughed and ruffled my hair. “Aye lad, we do.”

 

A whole family is what I have now. Besides Uncle William, I have an Auntie Jenny, an Uncle Ian, many cousins  and, wonder of wonders, grandparents.

 

They are who I will be staying with while mum and Jamie go on something called a honeymoon.

 

“It is a holiday that nearly married people go on, a way to have some alone time.” Mum explained.

 

“I promise, Judah. We will come back and this will be the last holiday we will take without you.” Jamie also told me.

 

I would miss mum and Jamie but was looking forward to the uniqueness of spending time with grandparents, for the first time in my life.

 

She kneels beside me. Instead of her beautiful dress, she knows wears a pair of jeans and a jumper.

 

“Judah, I love you. I will miss you. You will behave for them; I know you are a good boy.”

 

I hugged her. “I am a braw lad, that is what,” a slight pause before I test out my new name for Jamie, “Daddy Jamie says.”

 

Her breath catches and she hugs me close. “Yes, my darling, you are.”

 

Daddy Jamie lifts me into his arms before they leave. He has also changed and is dressed like mum.

 

“I love you. We shall ring you once a day.”

 

My new grandpa comes up. “Jamie lad, the wean will be fine with your mam and I. Dinna fash, “ turning to me, he adds, “won’t we Judah lad?”

 

I remember grinning so big my cheeks hurt. “Yes we will grandpa.”

 

“You heard him,” He takes me from Jamie, “Now away with ye, son. We shall see you in a week.”

 

As excited as I was to spend time with my new grandparents, that first night was still hard. Before then, their was never a night I hadn’t been tucked in by my mum.

 

Grandma took a seat beside my bed. It, she had explained, was the same bed Jamie had slept in when he was my age. She took my hand.

 

“It is hard, eh?”

 

I nod. “I always have her at bedtime.”

 

She nodded. “For the next week, you shall have me. I, wee lad, am an expert tucker. Your new daddy, uncle, and auntie can testify to that,” as she speaks, she moves the warm tartan  blanket, securing me cozy into the bed, “why I tucked them in sae tight that I sometimes had to help them out of a morning.”

 

I am giggling when she is done.

 

“Grandma, may I have a story?”

 

“You shall have better then that. You shall have a tale. One thing us Scots are good at is storytelling,” She took her place back beside me and retakes my hand, “I shall tell you of the tale of the silkie that stole a lass away, straight from the castle.”

 

Grampa took me out to the stables where I helped with the horses. Never been around a horse before, at first I was scared.

 

“Aye, they are big beasts alright but,” He took my hand in his and placed both on the flank ( I now know) of one of the horses, “they are gentle. They  are just like a dog,” I recall giving him a skeptical look, “in that they just want exercise, good food, and loving hands to give them a pat.”

 

He was right. Under his guidance, the massive beasts weren’t so scary. He taught me how to touch them with gentle hands, how to position the food under them, and how to lead them out of the stalls into to the paddock for exercise.

 

“Once you learn how to see to them and they learn you are a trustworthy and gentle lad, then we can start teaching you to ride them.” He told me as the week drew to a close.

 

“But grampa, mum and daddy Jamie will be back in two days then I will go home.”

 

He chuckled.

 

“Judah, you are family now. You will be back here quite often. There is plenty of time to learn.”

 

Family! What a brilliant word.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #he didn't have to be #chapter 3 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Luka/Cat Noir

58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

My first Luka/Chat! (I think?) Anyways:

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“It’s such a quiet day in Paris.” Luka remarked as he stared at the sky above him. The sun was shining and there were few clouds. The hammock he was in, tied to two trees along the Seine right next to the Liberty, dipped and swung a little as his boyfriend turned to face him. 

“Would you prefer it not be?” Chat Noir asked as he nuzzled the crook beneath Luka’s chin and slid a hand across his chest. “You were the one who said we didn’t get to spend enough time together because I’m always off fighting akumas and being alluringly sexy.”

Luka rolled his eyes but rubbed in between his boyfriend’s ears, enjoying how the cat ears twitched. “I wasn’t saying I wanted something to happen. Just remarking that it was quiet.” Carefully sliding lower in the rocking hammock, Luka moved until he was eye level with Chat. “And you know I’ll take any moment I can to be with you.”

Chat’s face lit up from the inside, as if he swallowed the sun, and he surged upwards to press a heated kiss to the musician’s lips. Unfortunately, this sudden movement caused the hammock to shake and spin violently and the two boys tried to level it out only to end up as a heap on the ground.

Looking from the stunned face of the cat hero to the spinning sky above him, Luka couldn’t stop the laughter that swelled within him and soon Chat was laughing as well. 

Once they were finished, Chat helped Luka off the ground. “Relaxing in the hammock was a nice thought, but I prefer to be on stable ground where I can do this.”

“Wh-”

Luka’s heart sped against his ribcage as Chat kissed him again. A kiss that deepened until they were wrapped in each other’s arms and Luka found himself being pressed against one of the trees that supported the hammock. 

Normally, Luka would worry about them being so affectionate in broad daylight - neither wanted Shadow Moth to find out about their relationship and use it against them - but the feeling of Chat’s body lining up perfectly with his and the vibration of his purring made everything else seem irrelevant…

Until a loud crash broke them apart. 

Shaking the fog from his head, Luka’s eyes widened when he spied the huge purple dinosaur rampaging through Paris. Then his heart sank as he realized what that meant. 

“Guess it’s time to go back to work.” Chat said, a similar hint of sadness in his voice.

Luka didn’t want him to go, but it was all part of dating one of Paris’ main superheroes. “Be safe, okay?”

“Always.” He went to run towards the akuma before pausing and turning back. “You need to get somewhere safe too.”

Luka nodded. “I will. I’d hate for you to be distracted because of me and get hurt.”

Chat’s eyes softened. “I wouldn’t mind getting hurt for you as long as you're safe.”

Luka nodded before grinning. “I know, but then it would be my fault Paris’ alluring Chat Noir got hurt and we can’t have that, can we? I’d hate to get attacked by your legions of fangirls.”

Chat laughed before shooting him a flirty grin. “Of course not, Star, but you’re the only fan that matters to me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’d even die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Mhm, but there’s no one else I’d rather be haunted by.”

The two shared another sweet look before the big purple dinosaur roared again, reminding them of the situation. 

Nodding toward the akuma, Luka smiled. “Go save the day, Chaton. I’ll be here waiting to celebrate your win with you afterwards.”

Chat Noir dashed back to his boyfriend to give him one more kiss. “That’s the best incentive I could ask for.”

Then he was vaulting away on his baton, going to do hero’s work.

Dropping back onto the hammock, Luka could admit he wasn’t upset about the interruption to their quiet day. Honestly, it didn’t matter what kind of day it was: it was always the best when he got to spend time with Chat.

#miraculous lb #lukadrien #luka/chat #Luka and Chat Noir #i love them #drabble #ask me #flirty #kisses #hammock #Bre's Drabbles

[poodle-anon]

☔️ for the ask? I love hearing about concepts! Especially the ones that’ll never hit the paper.

-miniscrew

OH BOY this took a minute to think on but I think I got one @miniscrew-anon

For the life of me I can’t figure out how to write it, but I really really want to explore Wild’s relationship with his dysphoria/lack thereof. I’ve genuinely tried putting it to paper more than once, but each time I can’t seem to get the vibe quite down in a way that resonates with what I enjoy about it in my head

Under a read more because it’s long, and has to do with HRT, gender dysphoria, panic attacks, discussion of needles, and trans!Wild having an overall Bad Time for a day within a 99.99% positive experience being trans otherwise. 

As a disclaimer upfront, I am transmasculine nonbinary myself, and feel that I have a right to depict explorations of that experience in combination with binary ftm experiences. Also, this is NOT a story about detransitioning or “forced feminization,” do NOT get it fucking twisted or I will hunt you the fuck down. I will find you. This is about euphoria and dysphoria and happiness with one's body but clothing/presentation causing issues.

So for background, in my headcanons, I’m pretty convinced that Wild normally doesn’t experience dysphoria at all - something that very much separates him from Champion, whom is a very binary trans man. Wild woke up in a very masculine post-transition non-op body, Champion had been very satisfied with himself and his transition, having begun it as a teen with access to puberty blockers prior to hrt, so he never went through estrogen puberty. Wild is at first pretty bad at keeping track of and administering his hrt shots, something that Champion was very strict about and pretty much never failed to keep up with. At first, the other guard boys had to help him with them when he did remember because the anticipation of a shot is TERRIBLE for wanting to get it done when you have adhd and it’s something you don’t really think matters in your own personal upkeep. Eventually, Wild just kinda gives up on it with a happy shrug and carries on his merry way in his very androgynous body, transness usually being a fun afterthought for him. Even when he starts retaining fat differently, and growing breast tissue through lazy estrogen puberty, he’s having fun with this new experience! Heck yeah more gender fuckery, he’s having a great time being a man while doing it. Nobody in his life invalidates his gender over it. Period.

However.

There is an idea that I must credit to Stormy for sparking but has been making me lose my mind (/pos) over ever since, wherein at some point Wild goes to the mall with one of the other boys (possibly Hyrule, possibly Wars and Sky, never been able to figure that one out) to shop for higher end lingerie. (I see this fic as separate from and kinda irrelevant to the second puberty concept, so disregard that point for now and play with me in this space.) And he picks out some really cute finds! He's very happy with some lacy little numbers that he knows will go well with his eyes or whatever, but you know how they make lingerie that comes in pairs with bras that are equally as cute? Well, he goes to try one on, and standing there in the changing room, looking in the mirror, the world kinda stops.

There’s this overwhelming sense of badwrongbad while looking at himself in a bra. He doesn’t recognize the person in the mirror, he doesn’t like that person, and has no real way of articulating it to himself why.

Now, bear in mind, Wild very technically is a dissociative fugue state initially brought on by a severe concussion, which is a WHOLE OTHER can of worms I hope to explore one day. As thorough of a personality change there is though, he’s not as stable of an existence as I think he presents

So something about how he feels about seeing this sets off a dissociative panic attack that is probably the closest thing that he’s ever come to Champion surfacing into active memory, bearing some resemblance to the one in The Brave that was set off by Time playing the ocarina.

But is the bra too small? The wrong material? Who knows. Doesn’t matter. He’s suffocating. His skin itches like hell. He needs this thing off now.

Once he exits, the guys he’s with immediately notice a shift. He’s uncharacteristically serious for a beat or two, maybe even recognizable if he’s with the guard boys, but if he’s not nonverbally putting stuff on the reject rack, Wild laughs it off as nothing being wrong. Either Wild or someone else points out they can go get a smoothie after Wild decides he’s not buying any clothes, and his day gets a little better. The temperature of it maybe makes his nipples a little hard and Wild doesn’t know why he’s so aware and uncomfortable with that right now, but the others might also notice that he’s still periodically itching where the band and straps were until they get home.

By the time they leave the mall, he’s more or less fine and all of the Overwhelming Dread has passed. That night though, he puts a blanket over the mirror in his room. And when he curls up in bed, there’s this shuddering sigh that leaves him. That kind where you're just on the edge of crying but don't.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk :) 

#POODLE ANON ANGST REAL??? #For the record digital footprint has champ as cis because that was before it was retconned in stormy fics #townhouse au #hsh wild #hsh champion #st0rmyverse #cw dysphoria #cw needles #cw panic attack #cw dissociation #poodle barks #ask game #DAMN this got long #hope it makes a lick of sense and is actually enjoyable to read lol #shit i forgot to tag miniscrew srry #the twilight bark