#kyle's job is to taste food and look pretty

[callofdudes]

Yesss!! Cod g/t brain worm! I just really need as much tiny!y/n, ghost, soap, and gaz with guant!price fics as I can handle!

Giant!Price and his little tinys helping him cooking in the kitchen. Like tiny!soap amd ghost pushing the ingredients to price when he needs them, while tiny!y/n mixes the pot and tiny!gaz is the taste tester!! It's so cute🥺🥺

P.s. I am sending something kinda similar to this to other authors as well. BUT I AM CHANGING THE PROMPT!! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something not super similar to this, but still a cod g/t fic, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷

Shut up this is so adorable. I immediately thought of them as those little tiny chibi like characters. So just know that is what I'm picturing as I write this. Their little beans now. I hope you enjoy it, this was an interesting experiment.

When a family makes a home.

Price was in charge of taking care of his little ones. While you weren't always the most military efficient, Price brought you guys everywhere with him. On leave he had shelves above his bed where he had set up beds and configurations for sleep, all for you guys.

At night dropping you all off at your little platforms and making sure you were snuggled in so you wouldn't fall off. Even if you did, his chest would be there as a landing pad.

Even so, sometimes you guys would come and snuggle with him. Mostly you or Johnny, which frequently leads to you guys trapped under his weighted blanket.

If there is one thing you all like to do together though, it's baking. Price was taught by his mother how to cook and bake, and that was something that always stuck with him. Making bread or cupcakes. He wasn't always the best decorator there ever was, but it worked out.

Especially with his little helpers. Price got up and ready for the day, having a shower and dressing in something fresh. Coming outside to see four little people standing outside the door expectantly. Like cats almost.

He chuckled softly, walking down the hall with you all following after him. Johnny hopped and grabbed Simon's hand as they ran with him.

Gaz tagged along behind with you, having a conversation about something or other. The morning laziness was nice, especially since Price didn't get time off a lot. What with work?

You headed to the kitchen and Johnny jumped excitedly. "We'll help!!"

"We always help, Johnny." Simon pokes his cheek, making the Scot pout a little.

Price bent down, gently picking you all up, Johnny and Gaz getting comfy. Simon huffed and stepped into Price's hand with you behind him.

"So what are we making??" You asked, leaning forward to inspect the clean counter and washed-down stove.

"Omelets, I'm fixing for one today. That alright?"

Gaz gave his biggest thumbs up. As a taste tester of course he got to be the first to approve. 😌

"Perfect." Price got out a pan. "Alright," He headed to the fridge, narrating quietly as he got out eggs, milk, onions, peppers and whatever else they needed. He set them in a pile and placed his hand over the man to make sure it was hot.

He poured some oil in the pan and you all stood around watching. Gaz had a little spot by the spice rack where he usually sat. In his words, his job was to "sit there and look pretty." Which he did very well.

Price felt the pan was hot and reached his hand out. "Eggs."

Simon got up, Johnny and him each taking a side to flip the carton open. "How about this one Simon??"

"Looks heavy as fuck."

"This one it is then!"

Simon sighed, going over and taking off his little gloves, helping Johnny wiggle the egg out and carry it back on wobbly legs to Price.

"Thank you." Price cracked the egg in the pan, watching it sizzle and start to cook. "I'm going to flip it a few times and then you can have it y/n."

You smiled, nodding and rushing over. At the ready Captain Price!

"Ok, one, two, pull!" Johnny pushed the jug of milk forward with all his might, Simon grabbing the handle and tugging, his feet struggling under the marble countertop.

Slowly dragging it over.

"See.. this isn't too hard!"

"Thank you, both of you."

Johnny smiled, hopping on Simon and squeezing him. "aye aye captain!"

Simon pinched Johnny's cheek. "You're horrible."

You watched, smiling and looking into the pan. Price poured a dab of milk in and smoothed the egg around, ordering up another egg which Johnny and Simon quickly fetched.

Once Price popped it in he handed you the flipper. "Have at it kiddo."

"Yes!" You jumped in, standing on the edge, close but not too close, stirring the egg and flipping it with all your might!

Price went to the fridge again and poured three glasses of orange juice. He set down a big one and two small ones. Then getting out pineapple and mango for Simon and Gaz. Two little glasses.

You take a few sips while you watch the pan, grabbing the handle again and squishing it under the omelette, grunting and pushing it up and flipping it. Getting the folded side over too.

"How's it looking y/n?" Price asked.

"It looks good!

"Careful with that knife you two." He said over to Johnny and Simon. Simon looked over at Price. They'd gotten out the peppers and onions, Johnny holding the handle while Simon guided the blade down on the vegetable.

"Don't worry, If Johnny loses a hand I won't worry."

"Hey! You'd worry if I lost a hand." Johnny rested his chin on the handle, pouting out his lip at Simon.

Simon grumbled a little. "Yeah,.. just hold the knife."

Johnny grinned, knowing that was a yes, and went back to work.

Price looked at Gaz who sipped his pineapple mango. "Comfy?"

Gaz looked at him, then the others. "Sure beats having to chop peppers captain."

Price hummed and nodded. "Of course." He finished off his drink and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Heading over to you. "Alright kiddo, I'll squeeze in here for a moment."

You hopped out of the way and Price took the flipper, putting the omelette on the plate. "Alright, a couple more eggs."

Simon scuttled over while Johnny held the handle of the knife, stepping into the carton and grabbing an egg.

"Careful Simon." You warned. Simon huffed, pulling the egg and wiggling it out. He hopped back down, starting to walk over and - crack.

Simon slipped in the egg white that spilled, the whole egg cracking and flooding down on him. You snickered, covering your mouth quickly.

"Son." Price chuckled, holding out his hand. Simon lifted his mask and spat out egg white. Covered from head to toe.

"Shut up." He grumbles before any of you can say anything. "You've been egged!" You snort.

Johnny came over with an armful of pepper chippings. "I got us- ah!" He slipped, egg white staining all up and down his back.

Gaz burst out laughing, followed by you. Johnny whined, standing up and shaking out his dripping gooey hands.

"Oh come on. Who did that??"

Price held out his hand, Johnny seeing Simon also completely drenched in egg. Well, he was glad he wasn't like Simon... He was swimming in it!

Price lightly shook his head. "Ok y/n, you and Gaz keep an eye on the stove, I'll get these two cleaned up."

"Yes sir." You bent down, grabbed a cloth from the stove handlebar and lifted it. Poking your head up carefully as you walked with the large thing.

"Careful," Gaz warned, also getting up and making sure you didn't slip. You huffed, throwing the towel on the small spill, shuffling your feet while Gaz came over and picked up the eggshells.

Once all is clean you get some pepper pieces and put them in the pan. Gaz and you grabbing another egg out.

Gaz went around again and turned down the heat. He spotted the unattended omelette on the plate. Casually walking over and sitting down. He pulled the corner close and took a big chomp.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Are you already eating it??" You snickered. "You won't get to taste test."

"I already did. And besides, he won't notice."

You both waited until Price returned with freshly washed clothes Johnny and Simon. "We survived!" Johnny waved, both hopping down onto the counter.

Price chuckled. "Now where were we?"

"Putting another omelette in."

And so you got to work. Simon and Johnny helping with more ingredients and getting the spice shakers to Price. You helped flip and stir, making up some better egg batter to pour in. And Gaz sat and looked pretty.

When all was said and done Price cut up some pieces for you four and had his plate. "Want to test it Gaz??"

"He already-"

Gaz shushed you softly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Price. "Yes, I do." Price tore a piece and gave it to Gaz, who gobbled it down. Giving a thumbs up. "It's really good-" he said through a mouthful.

You each took your plates and followed Price. Getting help down onto the floor and waddling after him with your omelettes. An adorable sight.

You made it to Price's office and he helped you all onto the desk. Grabbing on his laptop, a blanket and a Nintendo Switch.

He put the blanket on the end of his desk and you all sat around the Nintendo Switch, happily eating and watching videos.

"Hey Price??" You poked your head up. Price looking over.

"This is good."

"Well, you helped make it, so pat yourselves on the back too." He ruffles your hair with his thumb.

Johnny giggled, Simon rolled his eyes, and Gaz just continued to look pretty.

It was a peaceful morning.

Price went back to tapping away on his keyboard while you guys watched different videos. Cheering, laughing and talking as you ate.

Price never felt bugged hearing you guys talk. Just glad he had you guys around with him.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #captain price x y/n #platonic reader #g!price t!141 #giant! Price x Tiny 141 #john price x y/n #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x y/n #kyle garrick x reader #kyle's job is to taste food and look pretty #Ghost got egged #a tad rushed since its been sitting here in my drafts since tumblr did that stupid thing

[bug-bites]

LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

#im sick of the reader being the house wife its their turn now #i didnt know what to put for most of their go to meals bc idk what grown white british men eat since i am none of those things #call of duty headcanons #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #captain john price #john price #captain price #kyle “gaz” garrick #kyle gaz garrick #john “soap” mactavish #john soap mactavish #gary “roach” sanderson #gary roach sanderson #simon “ghost” riley #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #roach x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

i love my coffee strong enough to kill a horse. it gets my heart going almost as much as the cutie who can make it 😘 (lmao jk...unless?? i'm not trying to be creepy i swear i'm just platonically in love). I used to get a cup of espresso and separately a cup of foamy milk with a shitload of syrups, so basically build your own latte

Also! That coffee shop AU - Valid. No notes. Let me present to you, as a reformed line cook, Kitchen AU:

Simon is the line cook. There is no question about it. No nonsence, gets shit done, can do basically everything that kitchen needs, good under pressure. Will murder you if you're being a daft cunt. What constitutes as 'being a daft cunt'? Changes drastically depending on amount of tickets. Fucking with his staff is a sure fire way tho. Just try to harass the waitress, pal, he will come out of the kitchen with a knife. The common one, not his personal, of course, that shit's expensive and almost a family member at this point. Surpisingly haven't been in jail. Yet. Doesn't drink energy drinks, weirdo.

Johnny? Dishie. Not nessessarily because he lacks qualifications, but (almost) every good cook starts as a dishie or prep. Batshit fucking insane, works shirtless with waterproof apron. Beloved by everyone, if kitchen fucked up and made an extra of something, it will most likely go to either the waitress that the cook got hots for, or him. On probation, will brag about it. Eats and smokes in one go, doesn't care that his food tastes like ash. Chugs that redbull like he's paid for it, is partially correct. Has been seen to just devour a loaf of bread, when questioned, called it his lunch.

Pretty boy Kyle? Hot kitchen, suprisingly. Man's damn good at his job and still got the stamina and passion for it. Hands are covered in burn and cut scar, some still fresh. Doesn't talk much, except with the waitresses, flirts shamelessly. The only person who can teach a newbie on which end one holds a knife, because chill vibes personified and probably won't scream at them lmao. If he had troubles with the law, it's probably MJ. Makes fucking unholy concoction with coffee from the bar and energy drink. Experiments with food at home constantly, loves eating bougie shit, but doesn't have a lot of time for it.

John Price? Not chef (idk how it's called in English, the main guy on the kitchen who does menues and shit), surprisingly, although almost there. Sous chef, most likely, because he has less paperwork and can be on the grounds and manage stuff more effectively. Takes desserts, at first just to fill in because they couldn't find a dessert cook, got used to it after a while, is predictably damn good. A literal God of machinery, shit seems to be afraid to break under his watch. Had problems with the law, but it's all in the past, nowadays he just 'knows a guy'. Doesn't fuck with energy drinks because he was chugging that shit when he was young and now got lowkey heart problems because of it. At home eats as simple as possible, sandwiches are his go-to, because his fuck rations about food are depleted at this point and he saves the reserves for work. Fucked up his taste buds with smoking habit, orders everyone to taste his dish if nessessary.

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I'VE SEEN PEOPLE WRITE RESTAURANT AU HCs IN THE PAST (AND EVEN SOME LOVELY FANART BY @sleepyconfusedpotato look at it!!!!)

HOWEVER

I love your HC. I can just IMAGINE the vibes in that kitchen

And Soap shirtless, always covered in water???? MY GOD

ahhhhhhhhh

#asks #🗞️ anon #my anons are so talented

[ahsk1nk]

ahh congrats on 100!! its a big milestone and i know you have much more to come!!!

can i maybe get 🐞- a one shot with you and your favorite character/ or multiple if you want (give me a little background info, favorite character/s, and if you want smut or fluff) with jimmy! some good fluff maybe? and/or 🌟- which character i ship you with and why (tell me about yourself)

im kit, i use they/them n he/him pronouns, i have short hair (usually dyed some odd color but its faded to blonde atm, im a natural brunette though), green eyes, 4'10

im really shy at first and horrible to talking but once i become comfortable with someone im very annoying. i love photography and film and spend alot of time drawing. i also love music and am constantly listening to it, usually 70s/80s. even though i can seem standoffish im a pretty big softy and a romantic at heart. thank you honey, congrats again ! <3

Thank you so much for the support! You sound really cool, and I hope you enjoy.

🐞-

Working at the Freak Show was a simple job if you weren’t an entertainer. Your task was to clean the big tent and prep the stage, but most of the performers would help you with the chores, making them extremely easy. Although, the freak show was fun and a great place to be at, you hated how the audience would treat the people on stage. Calling them freaks, throwing food or trash at them, and sometimes beating them up after the show. It took you a long time to realize what was happening, Elsa always had you occupied with tasks when the show was taking place. But becoming close to Jimmy, opened your eyes to the hate he was constantly exposed to. Jimmy was always very upset, and you were the person to calm him down, with time, your feelings for him grew.

You slept in the big tent in a sleeping bag, but most of your time was spent in Jimmy’s trailer and you would see his face beaten and bruised. But tonight you were up late cleaning the big tent with no help since it was a tiring night for everyone.

The radio started to play sweet music, soft and gentle. You started dancing with your broom, and closed your eyes, picturing a ballroom, with beautiful lamps and paintings on the walls. Your feet moving around the space, as you drift deeper into your thought.

“Kit?” Jimmy’s voice startled you, you open your eyes and turn to him. Happy as ever to see his face.

“Jimmy. I heard you did very well tonight.” He smiled widely, walked closer to you.

“Not as good as your dancing, Suga. Here, I bet I can be a better dance partner than that broom.” Jimmy grabbed your wrists and placed them on his shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest, which made your heart pound.

The music was the only sound, and Jimmy swayed his hips, matching yours, to the music. His cheek warm on yours, filling your stomach with butterflies. Jimmy parts his lips against your ear, and speaks in the softest voice. “I really like you Kit. I like you a lot.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the comment, “I like you too Jimmy.” He pulls back and looks into your eyes steadily. Jimmy leans forward and takes his time to connect his lips with yours. And as it does, the whole world fades.

(This was short but I hope you liked it)

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I ship you with Frat Boy Kyle. I think that he would really appreciate your taste in music, and would love your photographs. I think you both would look really good together.

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs #100 followers #ahs freakshow #ahs coven

[theunderdogwrites]

2020: The Year I Lost My Ass

Well, we reached the end of that toilet roll only to start another one, because that is what we do for as long as we are allowed to continue revolutions around the sun – we keep going.

2020 was a terrible year for so many. My brain is incapable of processing the number of losses suffered on a global scale. Be it jobs, security, rights, sanity, relationships or life. My brain is not just incapable of these calculations, it has plain refused to entertain those thoughts on behalf of my heart. My heart, that sensitive little blood pumping work horse who not once allows itself to stop. Thank goodness.

I don’t believe the majority of people are willing and able to bring themselves to fully comprehend what was lost in 2020.

Here is a list of a few more losses suffered last year:

- People lost their shit. And over the most ridiculous things like toilet paper, having to wear a mask to secure toilet paper and being held to the consequences resulting from not wearing a mask when asked to while attempting to purchase toilet paper. Pause for a moment and let that last sentence hang around in your mind. 2020 made that happen. I didn’t make it up! Recently I saw a news piece showing a man (40’s) lying down on the floor in a Costco to protest being asked to wear a mask. He spoke loudly, he beat his hands at his sides and wildly kicked his legs when an employee asked him to get up. Now, I am not judging for I too have participated in such behaviour MANY times. Granted I was three, but hey… some of us mature faster than others.

 - People lost their damn minds. 2020 should be dubbed “The Year of The Karen”. For those of you not in the know about the Karen phenomenon, here is a description courtesy of Urban Dictionary:

 “Karen is a pejorative term used in the United States and other English-speaking countries for a woman perceived as entitled or demanding beyond the scope of what is appropriate or necessary. A common stereotype is that of a white woman who uses her privilege to demand her own way at the expense of others.’

 Basically, a Karen is a I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER type person (There is a male equivalent, but it seems no one can agree on the name… Chad, Terry, Kyle, Kevin, Steve). You can often find a Karen on her cellphone calling the police to report a black man who lives in her neighborhood, simply living his life in her neighbourhood. I didn’t make that up either.

 More recently a Karen was videoed in a UPS store claiming that she didn’t have to wear a mask because that space was government property and not a private business. Would it be safe to say that most Karen types suffer from a lack of oxygen to their brain? Possibly. But that would involve science and Karen types DO NOT enjoy hard facts.

 As always when I download my thoughts into reality, I must go within and search myself. Am I a Karen? My immediate answer is: no fucking way. I can honestly say I’ve never once asked to see a manager or called the police to report someone eating their lunch on a park bench. I do not enjoy confrontation. Unless there is a bully involved. Then I will drag that person to hell with me. I much prefer discussion over going straight to the ‘I triple dog dare you!’ approach to the world. (If you got that reference, you are my new favourite) Because that is who a Karen really is… someone who jumps right to the most extreme action in order to satisfy their need to be superior. Truly, we should feel sorry for these people because instead of engaging they’re raging. And how awful must their insides feel… always full of anger, fear and self doubt. I say instead of judging these Karen types or putting them on blast on social media, we should hug the shit out of them. Just grab them and squeeze as hard as you fucking can until they stop talking. Peaceful solutions my friends, peaceful solutions.

 - Pets lost their faith in us. Children a close second. If you are a proud owner of a pet or a child, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

I’ve always operated under the notion that my cat loves it when I’m home and hates it when I leave. 2020 has taught me it might be the other way around. Because our animals are, well, animals we just believe our presence is the greatest gift in their lives. Remember when you were old enough to be left alone by your parents and once you had the taste of that kind of freedom, you just wanted more of it and couldn’t wait for them to go out? I feel it’s like that with our pets now. We might not think animals have a routine or preferences or enjoy some alone time, but we’d be wrong.

I think at first our pets were thrilled. If we are home more it means more time for prolonged petting, walks and the opportunity to ritualistically train us to respond to their caterwauls for more food and treats than normal. But then as the weeks of lockdown and working from home increased, so did our pets desire to kill us in our sleep.

 I’m pretty sure my cat has asked me several times using her feline glare: “why the fuck won’t you just leave?”. It would be naïve of us to assume we don’t disrupt their day with our constant noise making and snacking and scotch drinking that leads to a good buzz that leads to showing too much affection to our pets. To the point where they run and hide when they see us coming. Please tell me I didn’t describe just my own experience.

 There is such a thing as everything in moderation, we know this, so I think it can be applied here. People, get away from your pets. Give them the space you often desire from human beings. Because if you don’t, that random turd in your shoe could be pointing to a much larger, more alarming problem you’re about to encounter.

 I had the absolute blessing of being able to assist in caring for and raising of my three nephews (12,9,6) for the last 11 years. So, when I say: ‘children are always watching us’, I feel I know what I’m talking about. I’ve been mimicked so often by these young boys that I’ve had to pause due to mortification. Children will hold you accountable without even knowing it. I’ve had some behaviours of mine corrected by a 5-year-old and let me tell you, it stings like hell.

 As adults, when our world was thrown into turmoil because of Covid-19, we looked to our medical health professionals and our politicians for guidance. Basically, we searched for those who would lead us. The children – looked to us. And while many adults handled this responsibility the best they possibly could, many more failed miserably and displayed attitudes I can only describe as juvenile, damaging and pathetic. I suppose it doesn’t help if the people the adults are looking to for help are themselves - juvenile, damaging and pathetic.

 When I say we still have not grasped just how much has been lost over the past year, I’m hinting at integrity, compassion and creditability. Three vital qualities you’d hope people want to instill into their children. But if they themselves are unable to display such valuable traits, what does this say for the children who are looking up to them as an example on how to act when life gets challenging?

 For myself in 2020, I gained by losing.

When they locked our gyms down for four months last spring, I came close to being one of those people who lost their shit. While people were moaning about wearing a mask for 20 minutes in the grocery store, I was contemplating if murdering those people could be considered a cardio exercise and would that hold up in a court of law.

To reflect on that time period now (especially since our gyms are closed AGAIN at the moment) the loss of the gyms brought me the knowledge of how important the routine of going to and being in the gym is to my mental health. I won’t launch into how I feel about shopping malls being open and gyms being closed despite their proven benefit to one’s overall health because then I really will lose my shit.

People always say getting to the gym is the hardest part and once they’re there it’s easy to workout. And for many that is the truth, but for me it’s all a part of the workout. Getting to the gym is the psychological effort. Putting in the work at the gym is the physical. You can’t have one without the other. I became so pathetic that I’d often walk to the closed gym from my house, stare at the closed doors and then walk home. 1.5 hour round trip. True story.

Remember a few years back everyone became obsessed with that Netflix show ‘Tidying Up with Marie Kondo’? It is the show where that lovely woman from Japan showed us all how to declutter our homes by getting rid of anything that didn’t bring us joy. Those acid wash jeans from 1989… sit with them… hold them close to your chest… if they don’t make you happy, remove them from your space. Well, the same idea can be applied to people and ideas and even feelings. And 2020 was a great year for simplifying our lives. I’ve heard so many people talk about how they can’t wait to get back to ‘normal’… not me. I’ve already started my ‘new normal’.

The loss of drama has gained me peace and a better understanding of the importance of remaining true to who I am instead of trying to please others in hopes it wins me points. Because it doesn’t. Because its inauthentic and only brings you more loss and more drama. And anxiety. And sleepless nights. And an overall sense of hatred for everyone. 2020 gave me the option to no longer care about the things that don’t make me happy and to embrace the process of letting all that stupid bullshit fade away.

It was a year of gained focus.

It was a year of gained appreciation.

It was a year of gained gratitude.

It was a year of gained love for myself.

 I’m going to leave you now, but not before I share one of my favorite songs by the Tragically Hip:

In A World Possessed by The Human Mind

Just give me the news

It can all be lies

Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time

Everything is clear

Just how you described

The way it appears, "A world possessed by the human mind"

 Then I think I smiled

Then I think you said, "it's fine"

And quietly I dressed, in a world completely possessed by the human mind

 We're in awe of no one

We've none of their fear

Fighting's goin' nowhere and we stay right here

Where everything is quiet

A little super dangerous

"In the shadow of the law and with colours of justice"

 Then I hope I smiled

Then I'm sure you said, "It's fine"

They got no interest in a world completely possessed by the human mind

 Everything is quiet

A little super dangerous

Quiet enough to hear God rustlin' around in the bushes

Oh, but it was you

Girl, I was so afraid

You said, "You shoulda seen the look on your face"

 Then I hope I laughed

Then I hope I said, "it's fine"

And quietly undressed in a world completely possessed by the human mind

 Oh it was you

Girl, I was so afraid

You said, "You shoulda seen the look on your face"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgXphurrsE0

#2020 #covid #lockdown #gym #marie kondo #the tragically hip #karen #petsarefamily #peace

[advernia]

moved this over to a text post, hope u don’t mind anon! ( ᐛ )و

ANYWAY EEEEEE THANK YOU AND I’D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO SHARE!!!! o(*≧□≦)o tbh this headcanon is me 100% refusing to accept that post-route!alice just stays in red/black army hq as a… uh, maid??? cook??? cheerleader??? idk lmao but imo alice has a lot of potential with her canon profession lolol! okay so maybe they did her justice in kyle’s route bc she ends up as his assistant but as for other routes fight me cybird (ง •̀_•́)ง

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i got the idea after reading fenrir’s dramatic end, where alice gets a job in cradle’s best confectionery (like wow lmao if only getting a job was that fast irl). anyway!!! i’d like to dream that alice does this for all routes + a month after the route events (sans kyle’s). you’d think she doesn’t need to get a job especially if her ikeman’s part of the red army, but she does this bc she wants to. and to feel less like a freeloader lmao. since the situation’s different with the neutrals, this isn’t much of an issue.

so, yay! she feels better about passing time productively + having her own lin to spend but tbh she doesn’t really buy much stuff???? eventually she saves up quite the amount that it becomes a problem - what could/should she do with that much cash????

tbh the idea to start her own business came from her boss lol…. it started from his objective assessment that she was good enough to open her own shop… eventually she starts entertaining the idea…. then she gets second opinions from friends + ikeman…. and she actually does it after much consideration?!??! her boss is shook, but he wishes her well anyway! he gets a free slice of cake whenever he visits the cafe lol!

so alice ends up with a cafe! since confectioneries were more on selling than service + she’s on her own now & has a lot of stuff to handle on her own, she becomes pretty busy and takes some time to adjust, but eventually she gets by! it’s tiring, but she enjoys her every day!

any of her extra profits she chooses to donate to various causes + she eventually ends up becoming some sort of sponsor to the armies with all her donations HELLA RAD ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

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alternatively, in a common route scenario where amon still gets his ass kicked + alice stays in cradle but doesn’t fall in love with that one ikeman (no one falls in love…. not yet LMAO), she lives with the black/red army + works in a confectionery until she has enough to buy a home of her own. blanc + oliver + mousse have been secretly helping her scout around for a good place. it’s only when everything’s ready that she talks to the black/red army about her intentions.

get this - her general explanation goes this way: she starts off by saying that she’s very thankful that everyone has accommodated her and she’ll always be in their debt, but now that she’s living as an actual resident of cradle and no longer just a guest, she’d hate to impose on them any further. to boot, she’s not even an official part of the army + a soldier, so it may look odd that she’s still staying within army hq. stuff about reputation and pride, something like that.

the black army (see: seth) is sad about this, but they understand her sentiments and let her go. after a three-day long party. aaaaand of course, they’re more than willing to do any heavy lifting for her move + just anything in general - all she needed to do was ask!

the red army respects her decision as well, and they’re… more subtle in expressing their disappointment (how is jonah’s blatant frown even subtle lol). like the black army, they let her go + remind her that she can always ask them for help. 

so alice lives alone for a couple of months.... then the armies hear that she’s planning to open a cafe from blanc.... ha.... the black army totally helps her out with general recontrustion + repairs. she does not take no for an answer when she pays them for their work lmao. plus, they totally helped her out by giving her tours around the stalls on the central quarter market that give the best bargains + freshest produce! the flowers alice put up for decoration + plant outside her yard are always sponsored by canis major..... and seth drops by regularly to talk about trending aesthetics alice could adapt in the cafe!

the red army’s idea of helping her out with her cafe is to send her furniture + kitchen appliances + sets of tableware.... they’re gorgeous + simple but UMMMM????? alice literally panics about the kitchen, especially about the stove + oven bc it be so fine.... and expensive-looking.... but negotiating with lancelot + jonah is like talking to a brick + diamond wall so edgar + kyle + zero convince her to just take it lmao - it isn’t much, but lancelot gets a free drink & jonah a free mille-feuille each time they visit!

again: she donates to various causes + sends the black/red army a fair amount of her extra profits each month! she’d give more to the red army bc she still can’t get over their....... generous gifts and how much they probably cost lmao....... edgar stops her there though bc honestly..... do u think the red army needs more money??????????

the cafe

so why in central of all places? actually, it does make sense to set up a business there since it’s like the country’s central business district. but if i’d base it from alice’s general personality, i think she’d choose central bc that’s where every citizen of cradle; whether they be from red, black, or neutral territory, all gather together. in central, she can see every side living side cradle, not just red or black - and in a simple establishment like a cafe, something simple like food can bring all those different sides together.

she set up her cafe in central with the thought of helping in the efforts of bridging the gap between the armies + to have an actual experience of how it is to live as a citizen of cradle. technically she is one already, but sometimes living in cradle is really so different from living in london. it makes her feel displaced sometimes.

her cafe is probably somewhere close to blanc’s house or smth and u bet that blanc is very happy to have a pretty lady living close by/around his neighborhood lmao! but if you want to be serious about it, this is intentional on blanc’s part bc her safety isn’t exactly assured after the magic tower fiasco - disciple stragglers might come back for her, and since the whole of cradle already knows that she’s the alice the second, there may be other people/groups lurking around that are interested in her power......

in comparison to most cafes in central, alice’s place is relatively small - she doesn’t mind though, since she’s running the place on her own. the thought of expanding makes her doubt her capability of providing + distributing the same quality of service + attention she usually gives to a small crowd.

alice changes the cafe decors + scents according to each season!!! in general, she wants her cafe to have a homey, relaxing feel, doing her best to impart a feel of london + her hometown in her cafe. you’d think that seasonal redecorating would be a hassle, but magic makes that process very easy... once she learns about cradle’s unique holidays + festivals, she also redecorates + tweaks her menu in tune to the special day!

a variety of sandwiches + light meals such as pastas are on the menu now and then, but her cafe is well-known for the desserts. like the decor, the food + drink selection adjusts accordingly to the season.

her edge among her competitors is the fact that she’s from the land of reason - her techniques + use/handling of ingredients + and other assorted methods are quite different from that practiced in cradle since they have the advantage of magic. tastes, colors, textures, and even presentation end up differently. plus, she knows how to make various foods + sweets unfamiliar to cradle, so some of the stuff she makes are seen as novelty to the locals!

she does pay attention to what tastes of london are positively + negatively recepted in cradle though - from there she experiments or improvises her recipes, and seeks out feedback immediately.

following context side b, i’m all in for the romance with her ikeman developing here instead OH YEAAAH ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) it’s a lot more hectic tho since it’s an open playground and there are the.... common interferences..... coughsethcoughlokicough LMAO

also!!! following all the not-so-spoilery content of her + seth, i’ve recently been digging the idea of nojisha / rapunzel (localization ain’t being subtle anymore lol) working + possibly living in alice’s cafe too bc god knows that alice needs an actual girl friend among all that testosterone lmao!

rapunzel’s more of a waitress but is totally into designing whatever cakes + drinks + pastries alice has on the menu and on display… takes dibs in writing out the menu on the chalkboard as her chance to practice some pretty lettering… and also actively helps out alice in picking seasonal decors + packaging for the cafe!

on the sidelines rapunzel also keeps a close eye on alice bc… heh… them odd folks coming in for the foods but staying longer for the girl(s)… those red army officers dropping by more often even if they’re on patrol…. dudes from the civic center + other colorful characters talking so familiarly to alice…. yaaa~n! pick up the pace, onii-chan!!! lmao

depending on who’s the ikeman out for alice, rapunzel can and will cockblock, omfg...... she’ll totally stop if she sees that alice has mutual feelings for the guy but sometimes rapunzel really has impeccable, unintentional timing haha... seth hyde, what have u been teaching ur little sister smh (ಡ艸ಡ)

opening time: 6AM, closing: 7PM. accepts orders of wedding + birthday cakes, does not handle catering. for any inquiries, pls call....... (^ц^ )

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alice’s cafe develops different reputations depending on who she ends up with LMAO........ local newspapers + cradle’s grapevine love her cafe and totally not bc they can get a glimpse of the red/black army chosen if they get their timing right haHA..... here’s a couple of examples:

if she’s with mousse, her cafe has quite the interesting reputation! while there’s a good selection of the local teas/coffees in her menu, there’s also a fair share of exotic blends with brief details about the country where the blend is from + how the beverage is prepared + possible tastes, written by no other than mousse himself! sometimes alice showcases some limited edition sweets + pastries made from an interesting mix of local and foreign ingredients + spices too......

if she ends up with a king, novels/tales + plays + songs/poems about royalty/nobility falling for the common worker (lancelot) or adventures of a hero and a maiden (ray) suddenly become a thing™….. the boom is especially huge in black/red territory, be it from nobles to commoners.... another common point??? there’s always a cafe referenced in there, a rendezvous point some way or another in the story… and it sounds veeeeery familiar, even if they switch the setting into a tavern/inn, hmmmm....

did you know that one cafe in central quarter is owned by alice the second, the woman who’s rumored to be the lover of cradle’s most notorious criminal + strongest wizard???? no???? are they really a thing??? do you think the stuff she sells in her cafe is fit is for consumption???? does she make those cakes herself or does she ask the wizard to make it through dark magic or are those smuggled goods??????? man, those cakes are damn good though!!!!!

newspaper headlines: students of cradle’s local boarding school promptly create a literal lake of tears in the central quarter after spending time and meeting a kind cafe owner who happens to really be their terror professor’s lover (side note: this article was removed upon the request of a certain mr. d.)

the sole exemption i have for this hc is kyle’s alice! she has her hands full + committing herself to being a doctor’s assistant so opening a cafe doesn’t cross her mind, but that doesn’t stop her from making treats now and then for their patients… in fact, becomes a thing among the children of cradle that if you be a good boy/girl who takes their medicine + shots from the redhead doctor without complaining, the pretty assistant lady will give you a tasty treat for being so well-behaved! (*≧▽≦)

#askdfghjl #ikemen kakumei #ikemen revolution #ikerev alice #... there aren't that much hcs on alice herself and i wish to address that lolol #this is one of my fav hcs for her bc i really like the concept of a common route lmao #alice ain't best otome mc to me but i do like her + fleshing out her character!

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Coffeeshop Au

She-Ra coffeeshop au because I said so:

Everyone works at one of two shops: Hoard or Princess Alliance

At the very beginning, it shows Adora, a normal human, and her friend Catra (everyone looks the same, has the same powers) in the breakroom chatting, and then they switch shifts with Kyle, Rogilio and whatever her name is- I can’t remember- 

Yay! You get to meet Shadow Weaver, who is being very rude to the girls because her coffee was too hot (and also because Catra made it and no one is allowed to make her coffee except Adora)

Adora ends up missing a day and gets fired, which is immediately met with distaste from Shadow Weaver

Adora gets a new job at The Princess Alliance

Quickly becomes friends with Glimmer and Bow, but Glimmer’s mom, the owner of the cute shop, is less happy with her, as she looks like a gangster

Catra has mixed feelings about Adora not being at work, as she is now able to get promoted to manager beside Scorpia, but also she doesn’t see Adora like, ever, anymore

Adora’s aunt, Mara, died recently, and LightHope, Mara’s wife, came over to give Adora a charm with the words She-Ra carved in the side. 

Adora promises to visit the farm and see LightHope soon

With the knowledge that she has a bit of her mother figure still with her, Adora throws herself into baking, creating her newest pastry: She-Ra

Was named after the charm!

It is the best thing anyone has ever tasted. They sell out quick, and become Adora’s special (All the princess’ have specials, they’re at the bottom of the post)

Aight, so Entrapta misses a couple days, didn’t call in sick, and was fired

Immediately picked up by Hoard and now has a new job! Stuck with Catra and Scorpia until Catra got promoted

Afterwards she met Hordak, and they started talking 

and then they started flirting in their cute roundabout way

Hordak had to leave for a few days because Imp needed to go to the hospital, he left Catra in charge (She’s manager anyway, but now she had free reign)

With Double Trouble’s help, Catra made a fake resigning form for Entrapta while firing her

While this is going on, everyone gets word about Prime Restaurant chain wanting to set up in the area. Hordak would like to sell his shop for them, but first he needs to get another place to set up (He only decides this after he comes back, and he needs something to do after learning that someone he thought he had a connection with just left)

Entrapta hasn’t really let it sink in that she’s unemployed. Goes to get a coffee from a starbucks nearby, name and coffee get mixed up with someone named Micah. (Think when she stole his bug)

Start talking, then bow and Adora just speed walk into the shop like, “Hey Entrapta, would you like to be hired for Princess Alliance again?”

(Bow is also kinda like “Hey wtf, is that you, Micah?” And Micah’s like, “Hey, Bow, is that you?”)

And Entrapta’s like, “Hired? Oh, uh sorry, I have to- oh.” and its suddenly sinking in that she doesn’t work at Hoard anymore and (excuse me if this isn’t what would actually happen but it happened not to long ago so I’m just giving it to Entrapta rn) she is kinda just moving around and kinda just trying to get away from anything touching her because it all just feels horrible against her skin and shiz

and she just kinda goes “Yes, I’d like to be hired, but please leave me alone right now, I’d like to not be touched,” and so Bow and Adora kind of hesitantly go away and Micah stays walking her through her (I don’t know what this is. Touch aversion? A mild panic attack? A depressive episode?)

Anyway, cut away, and now we see Adora and Bow sitting on the roof of the cafe. Talking, thinking about life, doing a bit of college homework. Adora is playing with her charm, and then she drops it and it shatters. Obviously, she’s freaking out, that’s the only thing she has of Mara and it means so freaking much to her

Bow is trying to help and is gathering up the shards, and finds a little piece of paper among it all. Adora reads it and completely breaks down crying. No one knows what it says but her (which is to say I don’t know what it says)

Takes a break for a couple days, going to LightHope, her aunt, and 

(In this time, Entrapta has reluctantly gone back to work, Micah has procrastinated around seeing his ex-wife and daughter, Angela has packed up for a plane trip, Hordak is having trouble finding another place to set up shop, and Prime restaurant chain is moving in)

Adora comes back with a new fire and an upgrade to her She-ra pastry, tastes even better now

Micah finally got the courage to go see his family, only to find out that Angela had just left for a trip that morning. (They get the news that the plane had an accident and Angela didn’t survive later in the evening)

Afterwards, Glimmer moves out of the cafe, finding it to be too empty. This leaves the top floor of the cafe completely open. She’s living with Bow and Adora now!

Scorpia, a panicking second manager of Hoard cafe, is juggling running the cafe, keeping Catra in check and finding a new place 

Double Trouble, as is their job for the owner, finally fills out their form on what had happened while Hordak was away. He finally learns that Entrapta didn’t leave him. 

Scorpia goes to the Princess Alliance and tells them that she heard their top floor was open. She’s desperate

It takes a few times to get them to agree, but the Princess Alliance realize that there’s no point in fighting like this. After a few more hours of haggling with the cost, Scorpia turns to leave

She comes back after a couple seconds. “Um, actually, is Entrapta here?”

Scorpia and Entrapta come back into Hoard cafe, chatting. Hordak walks out of the back, holding Imp. Entrapta looks over and sees him. She just jumps him, helping both of them stay up and holding Imp with her hair. 

“Did you hear the news?” She laughs

Scorpia jumps in, telling Hordak how they found a place for the shop to go; right above the Princess Alliance. Entrapta is really helping Scorpia sell it, but Catra is getting upset. 

“No! We’re enemies or whatever, right? We shouldn’t be sharing space with them!” 

Hordak has already given his okay. “I’m sure we’ll be able to become closer, Catra, it should be alright.”

Catra is extremely reluctant about all of this, but while they’re setting up in the top area, she’s beginning to rekindle her friendship with Adora. (And also maybe feeling like at some point her feelings had stopped being just platonic. She has no clue when this happened.)

Scorpia is doing pretty well with taking boxes of stuff up, and after a while they figure out that the dark aesthetic won’t be working well side by side with the pastel fluff that is the Princess Alliance. So Scorpia says they change it up a bit. So she goes downstairs and, “Is anyone free right now?”

It’s Perfuma that looks over. “Oh! Yes, I am!”

Scorpia gives a little smile. “Great! We need some design help and we were wondering..”

With a happy gasp, Perfuma hangs up her apron and walks upstairs. Perfuma is made for this. After being told that they’d like to keep the general dark aesthetic, she says that giving it that certain quiet feel, very unlike the loud chatter that comes from downstairs, students will likely want to come by to study

It’s a hit. A few plants with calming aromas, gifted by Perfuma herself, and some teas that help with stress made by Scorpia, students are running in. It’s generally very quiet here, and it’s really helping the stress that the employees go under too!

Scorpia and Perfuma may or may not have gotten closer in a romantic sense because of this-

Catra and Adora are also getting closer, friends first, then girlfriends. It’s quite the trip for everyone else in the shop. 

Entrapta and Hordak are basically just parents to Imp now, and Imp’s only job at this point is to make fun of Hordak for having a crush. It is a romantic relationship, yes

At some point the the Hoard and Princess Alliance become one place with two names. Menu is the same on both floors and anyone can be a waiter at whichever floor they like. 

Just a few things that exist but aren’t really plot relevant:

Hordak has anger issues and trouble understanding his feelings 

Hordak has weak bones in his arms specifically

Imp is Hordak’s nephew who he ended up adopting after Imp’s parents died

Hordak and Entrapta both like working with robotics

Entrapta is making a project to support Hordak’s weak arms in order to help him do things. Talking with his doctor to figure out what’s safe and such

Frosta is Glimmer’s cousin who has been given the okay to volunteer at the cafe. She comes and goes as she pleases and whether or not you get a Frosta special depends on whether she’s in or not

Time for the specials!

Entrapta’s: Donut holes. Her special is a pack of donut holes that are literally the best you’ve ever tasted. Your pack has one of each flavor and they are made with such care- just- No special drink for her though

Perfuma: Mango hibiscus clementine cold tea. I have had it before. It tastes really freaking good. She always grows a little flower for you to eat and puts it on top. The texture of the flower is nice, and the petals are sweet. The food portion is a fruit salad with flower petals sprinkled on top!

Frosta: Icecream sunday! And slushie! No one knows what exactly goes into the flavoring on top, but it tastes really good and Frosta promises it’s safe for all allergies she knows of. Makes sure to ask about any allergies though, just in case!

Mermista: It’s a small cake. Has this general water/beach vibe! Drink changes from day to day. Always an iced coffee though!

Glimmer: Cupcakes!! The inside of the cupcake has a small portion of sprinkles. Very sweet, too sweet for some. Pastel smoothie too! Family recipe, shared between Angela and Glimmer. Has sprinkles littered on top of a nice helping of whipped cream! Very glittery

Angela: Called the heart of Etheria. Not one single person knows what it’s classified as, and only Glimmer and Angela know how to make it. It’s heavenly

No more specials (Scorpia doesn’t work at Princess Alliance)

Micah and Angela had a divorce when Glimmer was young. It wasn’t because they disliked each other or anything, just, Micah learned that he was aromantic and felt a little bit uncomfortable with the marriage. They broke it off as friends and lived under the same house- like, it was all exactly the same, except they didn’t have the title of husband and wife

Then Micah had to go away because he found a job somewhere else and they ended up loosing contact

Swiftwind lives on the farm with LightHope

Catra and Adora are childhood friends who had the same Preschool teacher: Shadow Weaver

Angela lives on the second floor of the cafe with Glimmer

Entrapta has a roomba and she’s taken to it the way tumblr has

Entrapta has a tiny Emily that she made with Hordak’s help at a robotics workshop

Adora lived with Catra and moved to share an apartment with Bow afterwards

Shadow Weaver may or may not have died shoving Catra and Adora out of the way of a car that was driving on the sidewalk

There are fricking huge windows looking out on the street for both floors and on the other side of the street is a grassy park, so it’s really nice.

#death tw #shera #car accident

[aliciam72]

Roswell Secret Santa Gift

Here is my @roswellsecretsanta gift for @alexxmichael I hope you enjoy! (I can follow you now without you figuring out I was your secret Santa 😊)

Deck the Halls

Michael and Alex don’t celebrate Christmas the way everyone wants so Isobel takes matters into her own hands. Set in a future where Alex and Michael are married. Mostly fluff with a tiny mention of sad Christmas memories.

“But you’re married now!” Isobel protests.

Alex shrugs and looks to Michael as if to say, ‘she’s your sister.’ Michael takes another helping of stuffing before answering his sister. “Yes, Isobel, we’re married. We were all there, remember? I just don’t know what that has to do with us celebrating Christmas.”

“You’re going to have a family soon...hopefully. You can’t treat it like any other day of the year. Do you even have a tree yet?” Isobel continues.

“No, we do not have a tree. We don’t want a tree. Christmas is just like any other day of the year, except that we don’t have to work.” Michael puts a forkful of stuffing in his mouth hoping to end the conversation before he says something he knows will upset Isobel.

Isobel shakes her head and throws her hands up in frustration. “I don’t get it. Who doesn’t love Christmas? All the pretty decorations, the lights, the smell of cinnamon mixed with pine. And let’s not forget the gifts.”

Michael and Alex exchange exasperated looks. Alex raises an eyebrow but Michael just shakes his head. “I got this, darlin’.

He sets his fork down and looks around the table at his family and friends. “Look, I know you all expected us to change our attitude about Christmas this year but it’s not that easy. It’s hard to celebrate a holiday you have no good memories of. Christmas in foster care was not memorable. If they celebrated at all we had to share gifts with the other foster kids, and we never got to take them with us if we got placed somewhere elae. Once I was out of foster care there wasn’t anyone I wanted to celebrate with.”

“Not even Alex?” Maria asks. “C’mon Alex, we used to exchange gifts all the time. What happened?”

Alex sighs. “Nothing happened, Maria. Yes, I exchanged gifts with you and Liz but I did that because it made you happy. Christmas in the Manes house was non existent once mom left. Dad thought it was a waste of time and money to decorate and get us gifts so he didn’t. Look, we don’t complain about how you celebrate so why are you complaining about us? We’re fine just the way we are.”

“But what happens when you have kids?” Isobel asks seriously.

“Iz, please, stop. We’ll figure it out if we have kids. Can we just finish Thanksgiving dinner without any more talk of Christmas?” Michael pleads.

“Fine. I won’t say another word about it.” Isobel pouts.

“Thank you.” Michael replies reaching for the cranberry sauce.

*************************

The Amazon packages start arriving at the cabin the Monday after Thanksgiving. Michael calls his sister on Friday but Maria picks up and tells him she’s not available, that she’s with Kyle.

“Good news?” He asks hopefully.

He can almost hear Maria shrug. “She hasn’t said. But you two will be the first to know if it is. Do you want to leave a message?”

Michael remembers why he called in the first place. “Yes. Tell her it’s not going to work. I’m either going to send them back or not open them at all. She can’t force us to celebrate Christmas.”

Maria laughs loudly. “Good luck with that. Getting Isobel to stop anything once she sets her mind to it is impossible. You of all people should know that.”

“Just relay the message, DeLuca.” Michael ends the call and moves the box from the porch to the pile inside door.

*********************

By Wednesday of the following week the pile has doubled in size and now reaches into the already small living room. Alex sighs and makes his way into the kitchen where Michael is making dinner. “Sweetheart, when are we going to take care of that pile?”

“If we want to return them we have to open each box and request a return label. I haven’t had the time. Apparently, the holiday season is when every car in Roswell decides to break down. I had to replace a radiator yesterday and two starters today. And that’s in addition to like three brake jobs and ten oil changes. I’ll get rid of everything this weekend, I promise.” He turns off the stove and pulls Alex close for a kiss.

“Okay, I just get worried they’re going to fall on Buffy. She’s too curious for her own good and keeps sniffing around the boxes.” Alex says when they break the kiss.

“No one is going to get hurt. We’ll have our nice neat living room back by Monday. And I’ll leave any new boxes outside from now on.” Michael pulls out the chair for Alex and goes back to the stove to put dinner on their plates.

**********************

The worst thing about living forty minutes outside of Roswell is getting up for work while it’s still dark out. Alex hates waking Micheal so he tries his best to get ready in the dark. He closes the door and navigates through the cabin using the flashlight on his phone.

Unfortunately, in his haste to get out the door on time he trips over the pile of boxes that seem to have tripled overnight and lands on his ass. “Fucking hell!”

Micheal is at his side helping him before Alex even has a chance to try to get up. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. I may have twisted my leg so we’ll see how it feels after working all day.” Alex tentatively puts weight on his prosthetic and winces.

“Maybe you should stay home today. I’ll take you to Kyle to have him make sure you didn’t do any damage.” Michael guides Alex to the couch to sit down.

The moment he lets go, Alex is on his feet again. “I can’t take time off. We need all my sick and vacation days for when Isobel gets pregnant.”

“One day isn’t going to matter. You’re hurt and I don’t want you to make it worse.” Michael protests when Alex reaches to pick up his messenger bag.

“I’m fine, Michael. Just please, can these boxes be gone by the time I get home?”

Michael presses a kiss to Alex’s lips and hugs him tight. “I promise. They will be gone.”

Alex smiles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll bring dinner home tonight.”

Michael watches to make sure Alex gets to his car safely before turning to the pile of boxes. With a deep sigh he sits on the floor and opens the first one. He chuckles when he sees what’s inside. Buffy wanders over to him and sniffs the item in his hands. “How’d you know this was for you? Do you want to try it on?”

Michael pulls Buffy on his lap and struggles to put the ugly Christmas doggie sweater on her. When he finishes, Buffy gives him an unimpressed look, climbs off his lap and heads to the kitchen for the breakfast she knows Alex has left for her.

Michael chuckles again and opens another box. He peers inside to see three stockings, each one personalized with his, Alex’s and Buffy’s names. They are definitely not Isobel’s style, her understanding of their tastes is incredible. Each one has a different design, a penguin for Alex, a snowman for him, and a reindeer for Buffy (a reminder of the time she tried to chase a deer from the garden). He gets up and hangs them by the fireplace, after all it’s not like he can return something personalized, right?

Box after box gets opened and an hour before Alex is due home the living room is clear of clutter once again. Michael looks around the cabin and sighs, hoping Alex won’t kill him when he gets home. He decides to whip up something special for dessert since Alex said he was bringing home dinner. Running his hand through his hair he realizes he should probably shower and get dressed first. He surveys the cabin one last time to make sure there are no more obstacles for Alex before heading to the shower.

When Alex gets home from work it’s dark so he barely notices the sled propped up against the house, but he does notice the wreath on the door. It’s brown and rustic looking with a picture of an old blue pickup truck in the middle. Shaking his head, he opens the door and hears the soft strains of Christmas music coming from the kitchen.

“Michael? Why is there a wreath on the...”

Alex stops talking mid sentence to stare in disbelief at the cabin. He’s about to call out to Michael again when he sees movement in the kitchen. He sets his bag on the couch and goes into the kitchen. He is not prepared for the sight in front of him. Michael is dancing around holding a mixing bowl wearing the most ridiculous elf apron over boxers with the saying ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’ written across his ass. He turns as Alex enters and gives him a dazzling smile.

“Welcome home, darlin’! I was just making us some dessert.” Michael holds up the mixing bowl.

Alex raises one eyebrow and tilts his head. “Um, why does it look like Santa threw up all over our living room? And why are you wearing that ridiculous apron?”

“I’ll answer the second question first. It’s not exactly safe or sanitary to cook half naked and I didn’t think these amazing boxers should be covered up. As for the first question, um...well...surprise?” Michael shrugs his shoulders and tries to look contrite.

Alex blinks a few times before he lets out a strangled laugh. “What am I going to do with you? You do know when I said I wanted the boxes gone this wasn’t quite what I meant, right?”

Michael sets the bowl on the table, takes the bag of food from Alex and pulls him into a crushing hug. “I’m sorry. It all started with the doggie sweater and kinda snowballed from there. Every box I opened was just so us that I couldn’t return it. Isobel really took her time and picked things she knew we’d like. I know we both agreed we didn’t need to celebrate like everyone else but-“

“But once you got going it was hard to stop. I get it. And honestly, the cabin looks great. I forgot how beautiful Christmas decorations could look. You know we’re never going to hear the end of it from Iz and Maria.” Alex leans in and gives Michael a slow lazy kiss.

“You’re not mad?”

“Not at all, sweetheart.”

“Let’s eat and then you can taste my gingerbread masterpieces.” Michael gestures to the cooling cookies on the counter.

Alex smiles mischievously and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Michael’s boxers. “I was thinking we could save some horses.”

Michael lunges forward and grabs Alex’s face with both hands and brings him close for a deep dirty kiss. Slowly and carefully he backs Alex out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. He pushes him on the bed and grins. “So who gets to be the cowboy?”

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Michael decides not to tell Isobel about their change of heart right away for fear she’ll increase the number of boxes she sends. It becomes a nightly ritual to open the day’s boxes after dinner and decide where to place what’s inside. Isobel definitely doesn’t disappoint. In the week before Christmas she sends a twinkling star for the top of the tree, gourmet doggie treats for Buffy, two different cheese boxes from Harry and David, a do it yourself gingerbread house and matching boxers that say ‘don’t open until Christmas’.

Alex is sitting on the couch with Michael’s head in his lap on Christmas Eve morning enjoying the peppermint mocha coffee Isobel sent the day before when they both hear a package hit the front porch.

Michael jumps up. “I’ll get it. Just think after today there will be no more boxes.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it. Iz may decide to redecorate our cabin next.” Alex calls after him.

Michael sits down and places the box in Alex’s hands before snuggling next to him, planting soft kisses on his neck.

Alex moans softly and stretches his neck in encouragement while he opens the box. Inside is a wrapped package with a note instructing them to open it together. “‘Sweetheart, Iz wants us to open this one together.”

Michael reluctantly stops kissing Alex’s neck and watches as he unwraps the package. He hears Alex’s breathing become erratic and feels him start to tremble. He peers over his shoulder into the box. It takes him a moment to understand what he’s seeing and when he does he turns to look at Alex. His husband’s eyes are already filling with tears and he can’t seem to speak.

Michael steadies his trembling hand. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Alex nods and pulls out a tiny pink Converse high top. It’s adorned with Swarovski crystals along the toe and up the back with sheer ribbon where the laces should be. He sets it on the table and reaches into the box three more times. Once all the shoes are lined up on the table he turns to Michael and sees the confusion on his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“There are four shoes...oh, oh, oh! We’re having twins!?”

Alex throws his arms around Michael pulls him close. They both stay locked in each other’s embrace for a long time, letting the joy and excitement wash over them. Alex pulls away first and wipes his eyes. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening. We’re going to be dads.”

“We’re having twins.” Michael says, the reality sinking in.

“Twin girls.” Alex adds.

“With alien DNA which means...” Michael starts.

“Probable alien powers.” Alex finishes his statement.

Michael flops back against the couch. “We are so screwed.”

The End

If anyone wants visuals of the gifts Isobel sent check out the Pinterest board I made for inspiration

#roswellsanta #roswell secret santa #makex #christmas fluff #michael guerin #alex manes #Isobel is persistant

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Scott likes being Alpha but the responsibility is so hard, he just needs to let go for a bit, to feel nice and small. He joins a dungeon a couple of towns over, and is shocked to find his hairy, leather-clad father in the middle of a scene with Stiles. He cant believe his best friend is sucking the cock that made him or how much he wishes he could join, that he could be "Daddy's dirty little faggot" too. To SUBMIT to such an alpha, to be USED.

This Little Wolf : Stiles/Raf & Scott/Raf

“Okay. Next time you decide to do a favour for those hunters, can we please make sure that it’s not a messy job?” Liam groaned. They were covered in blood and dirt. Stray tree branches stuck to their bodies. All remnants of their most recent battle. 

“Maybe next time make sure it’s not a freaking Chupacabra. Do you know how long it’s going to take to get all this goat blood out of my clothes? Months Scott, literally months.” Stiles chimed in flailing his arms wildly as he tried to shake some of the gore from himself. Stepping over rocks and exposed roots he grumbled on. His steps were slightly shaky because of his innate self and the darkness of the forest. 

The pack had been called out on an urgent job. The Argent hunters needed their help with a hunt. Something had been terrorizing the local farms in search for their meals. Animals went missing and they feared it was only a matter of time before the farm hands were next. 

Chris had called Scott out to help with tracking it down and covering a wide area, there couldn’t have been more than one and if they didn’t catch them all it would have only scared them to the four corners waiting for its chance to strike again. 

“Alright, alright. Got it! They needed our help and now we’ll be able to know we’ve helped the people here alright?” Scott frowned. He knew that the pack hadn’t particularly liked it but it was their job to keep town safe and that included doing this. 

“Oh no, he’s doing that face again. I’m out!” Stiles put his hands up above his head. His body was wet from the water he had used to start cleaning the grime off. “I’m not being guilted by that puppy face again. I swear he gets me every time with that shit --” 

Liam opened his mouth to agree. 

“And you.” Cutting in Stiles pointed at the youngest beta

Liam’s own face was shocked before it fell into mope of being called out as well. 

“You’re not any better! You’re both a bunch of puppies” Stiles said before he stormed off to the car and leaned against the hood. He crossed his arms and waited, realising that he wasn’t going to be able to leave without Scott since he had the keys. His grumbling was just out of ear shot so it left the group with the incoherent sounds of Stiles probably complaining about something again.

The Alpha and beta pair stood there pouting and sad. Their eyes wide and forlorn, like two children that had been scolded by their mother for drawing a pretty picture on the walls in crayon. 

Mason chuckled from behind, relatively clean from the whole affair managing to escape with only some dirt and some stones. “Come on baby puppy time to get you home.” He patted at Liam’s shoulder leading him away from the group as they dispersed from where they had gathered after their mission. 

Scott was greeted with the soft smiles and smirks with heads shaking in laughter as they went. He knew that it wasn’t the most glamorous life but they had the power to do something. To help people and maybe save somes. To him that was the most rewarding thing. But sometimes even your friendly neighbourhood True Alpha needed a break from it all. 

~~~

Protecting people and having the power to help those who rely on him. Scott liked it, he wanted to help people. He was finally like the superheroes that he and Stiles would read about in their comics. It put some confidence in his step when he knew that he was able to be the reason that people could walk around town in peace. Children could happily play in parks and families could walk safely around their town. He was a hero but he never knew that  it would be this much. Everything he did felt like it had more weight than usual, his decisions affected everyone. It was a lot for one guy to handle.

A break. That’s all he wanted. Just a small day away from everything. He didn’t want to be Scott the True Alpha. He just wanted to be Scott again. To be carefree where people didn’t place him on a pedestal of power and justice. He didn’t want to be in the limelight as someone everyone looked up to. Just for a moment, he wanted his old life back. Fading into the background and being just part of the scenery. 

Driving out of town Scott gave out a sigh of relief. Cross the borders he was going to try to find a town where he wasn’t known, spend the day and just relax. Kick back and try to be somewhat normal again. No wolf shit, no monsters and no hunters. He had told the pack to relax for the day, take the day off training and hang with each other. 

Scott had set off early in the morning so by the time he found a place it was time for lunch. He drove around the city before stopping at a diner. Sure it wasn’t the most high scale food he could get but he didn’t want that right now. He wanted something normal and low brow.

When he got into the place it was something of a dream, the place was decked out in a retro style and not just for show. The seating, the counters, it all was a homage to the rock. There was even a jukebox in the corner. Scott smiled with awe as he found an empty booth. He didn’t have a chance to pick up the menu before his server came over. 

“Hi there, welcome to Moe’s! I’m Kyle, what can I get you?” The waiter who came over had his pad in hand and smiled widely at Scott. Surprising him with how fast he had come up. 

“I uh.. Haven’t had breakfast, what would you recommend??” Scott said shyly. His smile admitting his guilt of not even looking to see what they offered in the diner. Both his stomach and mind hungry for something. 

“Well I would suggest in that case the Chicken and Waffles, best of breakfast and lunch.” Kyle pointed to the item on the menu with his pen. Everything about him was peppy and bright, from the way he spoke to how he was writing. 

“Sounds good, that please, and some orange juice with it.”

“Sure thing, I’ll be right back.” 

The waiter scooped up his menu and darted off as Scott was left to take it all in. He reached into his pocket looking for his phone. Taking it out he checked the time and started to unlock it. There were no texts from the pack but he wondered how they were getting on. With no training they probably were all enjoying their extra sleep. He put it back on the table without checking anything looking back into the diner and seeing Kyle coming back. 

“One orange juice. Say, you’re not really from around here are you?” 

“Uh, no. I’m from out of town. Wanted to get away for the day, you know, get out of town for an escape.” Scott offered back as he sipped at his juice. 

In that moment Kyle glanced back and looked around the diner. His bubbly self becoming a little more mischievous instead. “Well.. If you’re looking to really get away.. Try this place later tonight.” 

The waiter slipped a matte black business card on the table towards Scott. There wasn’t much on it but a drawing of a hexagon, gold foiled so it stood out from the rest of the card. On the back there were a series of numbers, long and random. 

“You won’t regret it.” Kyle winked at Scott. Turning on his heel at the dinging of the bell. He spun around and left Scott so fast that there wasn’t any time to ask for clarification. When he came back Kyle was back to how he was before but only this time he didn’t stay to chat. “Enjoy your meal.” 

With that Scott was all alone again. Sitting in his booth with his food in front of him. He began to pick up the knife and fork, the smell of the meal in front of him was too hard to ignore. In his haste he pocketed the card and started to devour his food. After driving all morning it tasted like the best meal of his life. 

The meal was nearly finished as fast as it had appeared on the table. With a satisfied sigh Scott leaned into the comfortable cushions of the booth and stretched his limbs. Sticking out his feet and leaning over giving his body some mobility after being trapped in the car for so long. 

With his belly full and his body relaxing he sat back contently and listened to the music playing. This was the normal he wanted, this was the kind of thing he missed. He was able to sit down and have his breakfast without any interruptions. Where he sat wasn’t influenced by other people’s needs, his meal was even quiet for once. He didn’t hate his friends, he loved them. But there was such a thing as loving too much.

It felt good for once to be able to just not do anything and not have to worry about anything. Scott spent his time in the town walking around, checking out different shops and different parks. Taking a nature trail or two. It was even so sunny that when Scott found a riverbank in a quiet area he went for a swim. 

He was laying down on a towel staring up at the sky. Without any cares in the world he had almost all but forgotten everything. It was really what he needed.

When it was time to go Scott reached for his clothes and shook out his jeans. Taking the grass off of them from where he had put them down. Getting dressed again Scott looked down noticing the black card that he had gotten at the diner earlier. 

Looking at it again there wasn’t anything particularly flashy about the card, but it was the simplicity of it that caught his attention. Shaped like a regular business card it was a matte black, on the front it had a hexagon printed in gold foil, and on the back it was just a series of numbers. 

They were too long to be a phone number, and too weird to be dates. Scott got confused the more and more he looked at it. He might not have known what they were but someone else might. With his phone in hand he started to type in the numbers to his search bar. Which took a while, between their length and Scott going back and forth with it was confusing. He got lost once or twice and had to start all over again. 

But once it was done he searched for it and put his phone down. That was just enough time for Scott to finish getting dressed and put his shoes back on. 

After the search was done it made sense. They weren’t dates, they were coordinates. That’s why they looked weird. There wasn’t anything Scott had to do so he figured why not look at the place and scope it out. What was the worst thing that could happen? It wasn’t like anyone was going to have wolfsbane ready to weaken him with, if there was any he’d be able to smell it and get out. 

It wasn’t too far of a drive from where Scott was, he hopped into his car and followed the gps. As he travelled further, the closer he got to his destination the more Scott noticed the diminishing number of people around. By the time he had stopped seeing regular people Scott pulled in, parking at a gas station he decided to walk the rest of the way. It was a few blocks from where he stopped but what was a few blocks for a wolf. 

The building looked like any other building in the area, large and tall. Its exterior looked like any other shop that was on the street. It all seemed normal if not for the fact that the door wasn’t at street level. Scott padded down the steps he had found making his way to the door. 

He tried opening it once, rattling the handle and shaking the door but it didn’t budge. The blinds were pulled over the glass so he couldn’t see so he did what any normal person would. He rang the doorbell. 

Scott could hear the shuffling of feet from behind the door, slowly moving up. Their speed told Scott that they hoped he would go away but since he was here he wanted to know what the place was.

The man behind the door opened it to find yet another customer waiting. “You’re a little younger than our usual guys but I’m not one to turn away money. However, that being said you’re a little early. We’re not open yet.” 

“Oh I’m sorry!” He opened his eyes wide and tried to apologise. “I was just given a card and was told to come check this place out. I don’t even know what it is.” Scott dug into his pockets and pulled out the card, flashing it at the man. “See. I just punched in these numbers and it led me here.” 

Watching Scott the male recognised the card. It was something that he hadn’t seen in a while, there weren’t often people like him that turned up but when they did it was always a good new business opportunity. 

Changing his tone the male opened the door and smiled, dressed in a waistcoat and some suit pants he let Scott in. “In that case, welcome to XXX, a place where you can lose the outside world.” 

Bowing to Scott he welcomed him into the area. “Since you hold this key, you are a special guest. Please follow me.. Master....” 

“Scott. My name’s Scott.” He answered quickly, blurting it out as he was enchanted by what was happening. Looking at the man now he seemed more like a butler than anything and inside the building it looked stylish, an homage to the 1920’s. It was well decorated with little bits here and there, carpeted with each room setting their own feel. 

“Well them Master Scott, if you’ll be so kind as to follow me.” 

The mysterious man started to walk through the house, bringing Scott away from the door he continued to lead without looking back. “It may confuse you at first but this is a Gentlemen’s Club of sorts. As such it is a place where men, such as yourself, may come to enjoy some time alone, some peace and quiet. Or if you wish, some time with others in the more public areas. 

Scott followed closely behind him looking around the place as he saw plenty of different things, library room, office room, a lounge with a fireplace. He even managed to see a more open space that looked like it was a bar that had a stage. 

“We pride ourselves on being able to accommodate all sorts of requests here, so if there is something you need, do let us know. I am the head butler here, but you will see other members of staff like some of my fellow butlers, the footmen, the coachmen, and finally our hall boys. As this is your first time with us I will tend to your needs.” 

The layout of the building just kept going and going, they went past room after room. Scott couldn’t smell anything weird from the place. It smelt of cleaning product and there was the faintest smell of alcohol from what he would say were one or two messy spills. As they went through the building Scott got a glimpse of the men that his guide had been talking about. Getting dressed, cleaning and doing different jobs around the club. 

“And here will be your room, your card please Master Scott.” 

Scott placed the card into the man’s out held hand. Standing there as he watched him slot the card into a hole before the door unlocked and opened up into a small room. 

“Please take a seat and enjoy yourself, should you need me just press that buzzer.” Pointing to the table where a counter bell sat. 

With that the man left Scott alone again. The room was like a study with a blocked window opposite the door, a book shelf, comfortable couch, a dresser and table. There was even a TV. Scott didn’t know what it all meant but he wasn’t passing it up. Hopping on the couch he lay back and switched on the tv and sat back. 

If the point of the place was to spend time then who was he to deny that. Time passed quickly around as sat back watching show after show, and even movies. Halfway through his binge of a series Scott managed to find some snacks and drinks. Those two additions made his time in the room even better. 

His attention had been so focused on the tv that he didn’t notice how long he had been sitting there until he heard a voice come through some speakers. 

It had some club music in the background and a voice that was commanding each line punctuated with a sound. 

“Sit up straight boy.” 

The sound of a whip jolted Scott up from his position, following the voice. 

“Look at you, filthy, messy, you expect anyone to respect you?” 

Scott was dazed and puzzled by what was going on. The TV was still on but someone was talking. But he still followed it, listened to everything it was saying. The words pierced through him enough for him to obey. His heart beating as if he were in the middle of a fight.

“No, you don’t cause you’re a pathetic little boy. Now shut up,listen, and obey your master.” 

The sounds faded as Scott looked around. Finally the curtains on the windowed wall began to move. Pulling back to reveal darkness. The stillness stayed for a moment or two until the new area was illuminated by a lights overhead.

Cold and grey. Dark and ominous. This new room was nothing like anything he had seen in the club before. In the middle of the room was a male on his knees. The most noticeable thing wasn’t the mask that covered his face or the rope around his body. It was hard-on that he sported.  On the opposite side of Scott’s view, behind the male, he could see another wall, and two more that angled towards him. The reason for the layout of the room as a hexagon becoming clearer. Which meant if Scott was on this side, there were others behind the other walls.

This wasn’t a kidnapping or hostage. This guy was here voluntarily, and he liked it. The whole situation was frightening Scott. One minute he had been relaxing watching some TV now there was just some naked dude kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Welcome Masters to tonight’s show. Our boy here is tired from life, and he wants to forget the world, his responsibilities and his life. So he has offered his body to us for the night to make decisions for him. To take him away from the world. To escape.”

Scott could feel his heart bursting from his chest as if it were trying to beat its way out from inside him. He knew they were talking about the guy in the middle of the room but he still felt as if their were words pointing to him. A shudder made his way up his neck. It felt like eyes were peering at him. The sensation lingered

“Before we get to the main event, let us enjoy our pre show. Please pick up your remotes now and make some choices for him. ” 

A click caught Scott’s attention, looking beside the couch on the table beside him the drawer had opened up with a remote in there. It was a small remote that had four different colours as well as some smaller ones. 

The screen in Scott’s room shut off and switched to a different display. Showing corresponding buttons he could see different options. Ice play, tickling, dildo, all. He was in control again, it wasn’t just him. There were others as well, at least 5 other people were there making choices and controlling this person’s fate. 

Looking down at the remote it was small and looked insignificant but staring at it Scott imaged himself on the other side of the glass. How it would feel to be like that. To not have a decision , to listen to what people told you to do. To relinquish control. He wanted that, it was what he had left on his little vacation for. He didn’t want the control , for once he wanted someone else to decide. 

Before Scott managed to select an option he heard a ding. The words ‘Ice play’ flash up on the screen as the winning vote. Without a break a door opened and from it came two butlers, at least that’s what Scott thought them as. He couldn’t tell the difference between butlers, and footmen and hall boys. With them they had a bucket of ice which they began to put to use. 

Picking up the ice in their gloved hand they ran it across the male’s body. His neck, his chest, and down his back. Scott could hear everything inside the room. Each soft moan. Every bated breath he had in anticipation for the next shock. They teased and played with him. Water dripped down his body. His nipples were hard from the attention. His cock never faltered from its erection. 

All while he watched Scott pictured himself in that position. Giving up his control and being helpless, for once not having any responsibilities. In his daydream Scott’s own cock grew hard, his hand reached down and started to touch himself. Stroking his cock his mind wandered with every moan and sound he heard. 

Scott was too engrossed by his own hand that he didn’t notice another man entering the room. Wearing a mask, this man was taller, stronger and older than the male in the middle of the room. His own strong chest was framed by the harness he wore that accentuated his broadness and muscular stature. 

When Scott finally opened his eyes he saw that the new comer was grinning as he approached the boy. The other two that had been attending to him were now gone, disappearing with the man’s arrival. Was this the show they had mentioned earlier?

“Are you going to be a good boy and listen to me today boy?” The voice asked. This wasn’t the first time that they had met obviously. 

“Yes…” Kneeling and weakly the smaller male responded. 

“Yes. What? You know the rules boy, what do you call me. What are you? Come on, say it!” A foot pushed into the other’s back. Shoving him to the floor the male was on his hands and knees. His face pushed against the cold floor while his as was still in the air. 

“S-sorry Daddy! Yes Daddy! I’m Daddy’s little faggot” He replied dutifully and hurriedly. 

“Good boy. Now, breathe in, take deep breaths. I don’t want you whimpering out on me again like last time.” The man was clearly in charge, it was his domain and the other was living in it to follow his words, now consequence if he followed his orders. No decisions to be made, just obedience. 

He brought over a small bottle. It was dark and fit in his hand, hardly noticeable if he hadn’t shown it off to the room before shoving it against the other’s nose. Forcing him to inhale against the opening of the bottle. Scott couldn’t tell what it was, but he could hear that it was doing something to the other’s body. 

His heart started to beat faster and the moans grew louder but more slurred. They weren’t as sharp as before. Each inhale caused the sounds to roll and become one long sound. Whatever was in the bottle was enough to make the tied up male weak. Scott didn’t need his hearing to know that. 

Next came the cock. Scott watched in awe as he saw a thick hard cock get pulled out from the man’s pants. There weren’t any words or even gestures. It was harsh and fast. One second the cock was being taken out the next a face was being smashed against it. 

Opening up his mouth then gagging around it Scott sat there his eyes never leaving the scene before him. It was the messiest and hardest blowjob he had seen. Grunting and straining muscles, balls slapping against a face. There wasn’t anything spared. 

There was even slapping for discipline. All of it showed Scott what giving up control was and he wanted it. His cock was leaking in his hand, stroking it the entire time that he was watching. Scott wasn’t any stranger to porn but he had never seen it like this, and he wanted it. 

It wasn’t just a normal blow job, there were power levels and work. The man’s cock was being worshiped and slobbered over by the other, and they weren’t done. Everything he had been watching he wanted. His hand hadn’t left his cock the entire time. Picturing himself in that position with the man who was a real man. Power and control that made Scott want to submit to him and give up the world.

Pulling apart from each other they were changing the scene bringing in a bench and surface so that the real fucking could begin. Taking a break from his leaking cock he edged himself while watching the show Scott picked up his remote and pressed the button with an ‘i’ on it.The button caused the screen to start up again changing as two pictures appeared, showing something that Scott had never thought he would see.

On the screen were the faces of his best friend and his father. Labeling them as the people in the room. Scott had been jerking off to his father and his best friend. He had wanted to be in that position with his father. That was the cock that made him. The reason he was so horny and turned on. 

He didn’t only want to be Daddy’s Little Fag Boy, he was. Raf was the Dom here and Scott wanted to submit to him. The thought of it only made him harder, it made him want it more. 

“Dadddddyyy!” 

The sound of his best friend screaming pulled Scott from the screen. His eyes moved over slowly. He didn’t need to look to know what was happening. He could hear the sounds, the slapping, and repeated thuds. There wasn’t any way it was anything else yet when Scott finally looked it still surprised him enough to make his heart race more. 

His father was fucking his best friend now, and he wasn’t being kind about it. Raf was brutal and spared nothing while he was fucking his sub’s ass. The bottle was brought up to Stiles’ nose again this time letting out grunts and groans from inhaling it. 

Raf let out deep growls and laughed at Stiles’ reaction to it all. 

“That’s it you dirty little slut, breath it in, fuck I can feel your hole getting all sloppy and loose.” 

There was so much for Scott to watch but he was there for the challenge. Each thrust, each slam, each pounding. He could see it all from his seat and the more he watched the more jealous he grew. 

He was a good boy, he could be that good boy as well. His mind filled in the blanks, putting him in that place. Scott could feel a tingling at his hole. His cock twitching and leaking even without attention, just like Stiles’ was.

“Hnnnggg.  Please… Daddy…” Scott started to repeat to himself. Using a hushed tone he leaned into the cushions and reached into his pants. Playing with his ass he started to finger himself. Listening and watching the two men he knew go at it right in front of him wishing that it was him.

Scott wanted that cock, he wanted to feel the man fucking him and using him just like he was using his best friend. The fact that it was his Dad only made the submission even better, made it more correct. He wanted to be ordered and who better than his father.

By now his pants were kicked off and his legs were in the air. His fingers fingering and pulling at his hole while he watched. Nothing had felt like this, the rush of adrenaline and pleasure were unreal. All from watching how his father was fucking his best friend like he was just nothing more than just an ass. A hole for the man to use. 

Raf yelled and started to pump his hips in deeper grabbing at the drugged out Stiles, pulling at his head and putting his body over the smaller frame. “Time for Daddy’s load before you get some more fun.” He grinned at the back of Stiles’ head. With his hands on Stiles’ hips , the older man started to fuck into Stiles with the intent to breed him. Making sure there was no wasted time. His heavy full balls hit against the soft ass even as Raf came. Each one of Raf’s groans reminding Scott that he came from there, his best friend was going to be bred with the same cum that made him. Watching Raf fill Stiles’ with his cum should have disgusted him but he watched it for more. He wanted to see it leak from the hole as well. 

But Scott wasn’t so lucky, instead Raf left the room and was replaced by a group of butlers coming in hard cocks first. Their uniforms were still on with only their pants undone each of them. They wasted no time in taking their places and shoving cocks all over the tied up teen.

Still Scott played with himself watching the new scene as he watched his best friend get ravaged by the group of men. 

“You know, you should have paid a bit more attention Scotty. Because when you saw our faces, I got to see yours. Watch what you were doing as well.” 

A voice called out to him from beside the couch. Looking up Scott was greeted to his father’s face. Unmasked and free now. Naked with a hard hot messy cock sticking out from his body. The same cock that he had been dreaming of. 

“D--Dad!!” Scott tried to get up, with one hand at his ass and the other on his cock he scrambled. 

Raf thought put an end to his son’s attempt of escaping. Hopping on the couch he straddled Scott’s chest and kept the True Alpha pinned down. “Don’t think so Son. Remember it’s Daddy.” He said grabbing Scott’s cheeks pushing them in together and opening Scott’s mouth. “I saw you watching us, fingering your dirty little pussy. You want to be Daddy’s little fag don’t you. Well who am I to deny such a willing slut..” 

In one movement Raf grabbed Scott’s head and pushed it on to his cock. Sliding the cum covered cock into Scott’s mouth he pumped it into his son’s mouth. A son who was moaning and practically drooling around the cock.

“That’s a good boy, Daddy’s going to take good care of your slutty pussy.” 

Scott groaned loudly as he felt his cock twitch with excitement, reaching down and grabbing the base of his hard length so that he wouldn’t cum. 

“See, already a natural. You know you need Daddy’s permission to cum.” 

Raf ran his hand through Scott’s hair, rubbing his head and praising him as he watched his son take his cock until his pubes were tickling his nose. 

“Daddy’s going to make you such a good boy.”

#Anonymous #Scott #Stiles #prompts #story sunday #answered #anon #scribbles

[alloveroliver]

The Cradle, Vampire Alternate Universe HC.

Ikemen Revolution

A/N: I couldn’t get this AU out of my head after I wrote my last vampire fic! Below you will find a HC for all the suitors and then some. Lore is down at the bottom with a list of traits and weaknesses. Let me know what you think! I will be doing more with this HC soon so stay tuned!

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Neutrals:

Oliver Knight is human during the day (always an adult) and a vampire during the night. He makes an amber synthetic ether potion and sells it. He also works with humans and makes weapons to protect them from the Vampires. Never killing them, only incapacitating them until the humans can get away safely. Got turned into a vampire by accident after an experiment with vampire blood and magic went horribly wrong.       

Harr Silver also makes ether, but he gives his away to Loki to sell. His ether is from naturally grown plants out in the forbidden forest. He specializes in clear ether and pink, (the aphrodisiac)  to everyone's surprise. Harr hates that he became a vampire, making him bolder when he is hungry due to his survival instinct. He has a bit of self-loathing going on. His magic seems to be gone, but it's replaced with superhuman abilities he prefers. Still teaches Loki magic.

Loki Genetta is a vampire-human mix. He was born to a father that was a vampire and a human mother. He’s able to use magic since he is part human. Sells Harr’s ether during the day since the sun only gives him a bit of a sunburn. He wears his hood to hide his skin. His vampire family shunned Loki for being a halfling, ignored by his human family for being a ‘monster,’ and picked up by ancient vampires at the magic tower for his unique abilities.

Blanc Lapin is an ancient vampire, yet neutral. He's been around longer than anyone can count. Used to use his hypnotic stare to sway women to let him feed on them for many years. Now he's tired of that and refined to just asking nicely since vampires are more common. He drinks the ether that's meant for the humans, and no one can figure out why.

Black Army:

Ray Blackwell is a vampire that fails to feed regularly. His friends were worried until they realized it was his own way of curbing his superhuman abilities. He's able to control his hunger, even when he's beyond thirst, to slow down his body's capabilities. This makes him feel less like a monster and can focus on his tasks as King. Wants to be sympathetic to the humans in this regard. Has lots of willing women from the territory to feed on if he ever needs it.

Sirius Oswald exhibits signs of being a vampire. Sharp teeth, superhuman strength, pale skin, immortality, drinks blood. Yet, he can walk in the sun just fine. He seems to know more than he's letting on, but everyone is curious why he’s so different. Disappears often but always gets his job done beforehand.   

Luka Clemence was born into an old vampire family. All of the members have vampirism. He watched his brother go through brutal training to be in control of his thirst, but Luka was given free roam. Since he was the second born and not designated to titles, they allowed him to feed on whoever he liked. Play dates as a child ended badly due to his unending thirst, but he didn’t understand how horrible it was until he was older. After understanding how brutal he was as a child, he taught himself how to hold back, and prides himself on his self taught strength.

Seth Hyde holds it together pretty well until he’s hungry. Seth is always happy go lucky and keeps up a front that everything is fine. Deep down he's deeply disturbed by what he's become and is disgusted with himself. Yet, his instincts take over, and his mind switches into survival mode to feed. He hides his past from everyone but somehow knows random facts about the ancient vampires that the public doesn’t know, catching everyone off guard. 

Fenrir Godspeed has a particularly rabid form of vampirism. He goes to Oliver for a potion that settles him down. Forgetting to take it, he will fly off in a blind feed. He has the capability of killing an entire village in a matter of seconds before his mind gains control of his consciousness again. Keeps this extra potion on him at all times.

Red Army:

Lancelot Kingsley is an old old vampire, but not as old as Blanc. He’s also able to use magic to everyone's surprise. He can only become magical when he’s fed recently. He keeps a vile of his lovers (or someone's) blood with him at all times just in case. He feeds frequently, indulges really, to make sure he's the strongest he can be at all times. His father and mother were part of the ancient vampire race.

Jonah Clemence was born into an old vampire family. As the first born, he was raised with the families customs. He didn’t have his first feed from a live human until he was well into his life and ever since he has a hard time stopping. His family thought it would help him control his urges, but he became somewhat impulsive and indulgent because of this. Many people died at his hand due to his inability to stop. He’s been put on synthetic plasma and not allowed to drink from a person by the King's orders.    

Edgar Bright freely indulges in vials of blood he creates regularly. Its looked down upon by the other officers, making him look weak and unable to wait until feeding time but he doesn't seem to care what they think. He enjoys the blood of someone after they’ve eaten their fair share of cake and candies. The sweet taste of their blood is more of a treat than a necessity to feed. He can’t help that he's a sweet tooth. He feeds more than Lancelot does without anyone realizing it and happens to be the strongest out of the whole red army because of it.  

Kyle Ash is a newly turned vampire. He tries to take patients regularly but finds himself hypnotizing them with his stare to allow him to feed on them willingly. Uses his healing tongue more than he would like to. Kyle wants to help people, but his need to feed tends to be stronger than his morals. He also scared off his last lover by going too far. He drank so much of her blood she passed out for a couple of days making Kyle distraught. Once she came to and recovered, she left him and moved out of the cradle entirely. He feels guilty and goes out with Oliver and Blanc at night to drink away his gloomy feelings.

Zero has no memory of his past other than about five years back. He’s a vampire, but he has no idea how long he's been like this, where he came from, or who his family is. He has impressive control when it comes to feeding and knows when to stop. Zero hides a symbol on his neck that looks similar to what a breed of ancient vampires uses to mark their clan.

Other Citizens:

Amon Jabberwock is from an old order of vampire, the ancients. He was turned when he was only eight years old. He appears to look 19 now even though he's centuries old by now. He wants to subjugate the humans, making them into thralls for his ultimate purpose of making his clan the most powerful group of vampires in history.

Dean Tweedle was a professor when one of his favorite students became a vampire and joined the red army. Later, the student came back to ‘thank’ him by changing Dean into a vampire. He was distraught after he accidentally killed someone, and sought help from his brother only to find he was jealous of his humanity.

Dalim Tweedle was changed into a vampire by his twin brother without his consent. He’s angry at Dean and refuses to speak to him for the rest of their many many years. He also prefers to never drink from the same person twice. The ether you give humans can become addictive, due to is pleasurable feeling and can connect the vampire and human over time. He doesn’t want to get too attached to anyone as long as he’s a monster. 

Mousse Atlas pretends to be human in front of Alice. He denies all connection to vampires and firmly believes he will find a cure one day on his travels. He spends a lot of his time mapping out places with lore that have a vampirism cure. However, when his thirst grows too much, he hypnotizes someone to forget his face while he drinks from them.

Vampire traits:

Immortal(ish): They have a very long lifespan, but it does come to an end eventually. They do age, but it's very slow.

Fast: Can run at high speeds, or move so fast it appears as an instant to the human eye.

Superhuman strength: Depending on human ability their vampire traits are multiplied by that. (i.e., if someone was capable of amazing feats as a human they will be a stronger vampire.)

Appearance: Skin becomes duller than their human tone, sometimes pale looking. Their eyes gain a sort of filament at the back of their eye that is reflective. This helps them see in the dark. Nails become as strong as diamonds. Their skin is impenetrable by any known substance, even another vampire's nails/claws.

Hypnotic Stare: They can persuade people to do things for them/think a certain way by putting them in a hypnotic state.

Healing Tongue: Their saliva can heal humans wounds within seconds.

Humanity: They hold their humanity still, yet it's hard when their thirst becomes strong.

Food: Feeds on the blood of living things or synthetic plasma.  

Enthralling: Vampire thralls are made by over hypnotizing someone after they’ve been drained of blood. The vampire bites them over and over telling them to obey their every command. This technique can be used for many things, but a thrall is a typical outcome. The human is broken and is at the whim of their sired master.

Weakness’: Vampires can't use the cradle magic since they became the magical creature themselves. (Typically) Sunlight: Five seconds will burn their skin, but up to 30 seconds would kill them. Fire: Burns them to a crisp they can’t recover from. Not eating: If they don’t feed, they will grow too weak to hunt and eventually wither away.  

Ether: This is a potion that humans take to feel no pain. The pain is replaced with either numbness, warmth, or pleasure depending on the color of ether you drink. Clear is numbness, amber is warmth, and pink colored is pleasure. Vampires in the cradle use this on the ones they wish not to harm.

Lore: Most vampires are used for the armies since they are the strongest. Humans and vampires coexist in the Cradle to an extent. The main argument between the Red and Black armies is a moral one. The Red army believes everyone should be turned into a vampire, since they are stronger, and serve their army to grow it. They want to turn anyone loyal to the red army into a vampire while locking up others who are not. 

The Black army intends to prevent the turning of humans so that humanity can thrive. They actively chose never to turn anyone unless it is a dire situation or everyone has voted on and agreed to. The humans still have a choice in both territories thanks to the actions of the black army and their efforts with the government to create laws for both vampires and humans.  

To turn into a vampire, you must drink one's blood and allow the poisonous blood to kill you or die by any means. Either way, vampire blood will kill a human slowly.

#ikemen revolution #vampire au #oliver knight #harr silver #amon jabberwock #loki genetta #blanc lapin #ray blackwell #sirius oswald #luka clemence #seth hyde #fenrir godspeed #lancelot kingsley #zero #edgar ikemen #jonah clemence #kyle ash #ikemen revolution headcannon

[siribear]

alice hauls codsworth back to sanctuary. with half his body blown off, he’s lighter than she’d have thought. but still she half carries, half drags the pile of limbs all the way back to sturges. a raider straggler has the unfortunate luck of meeting her in the woods, only to be gunned down without a thought.

‘fix him,’ she says, covered in sweat and blood, when she all but drops him at sturges’s feet.

he looks like he wants to question her, but thankfully doesn’t. he only smiles at her and nods. ‘he’ll be good as new, don’t you worry.’ he waves over jun long to help him carry codsworth further into sanctuary. ‘and thanks for the seeds. marcy’s already started planting.’

she has notes, alice wants to say, but her voice doesn’t work. instead, she hands over some of the scrap she found. aluminum cans, wires, screws. anything to help. sturges sorts them in the utility belt of his overalls.

she turns on her heel and makes for abernathy farm.

-

lucy isn’t surprised to see her come over the horizon, but blake and connie do a double take at the sight of her.

‘we didn’t think you’d actually get it. you kinda stop believing in stuff like this, nowadays,’ connie explains. ‘listen, any time you want to trade, you just ask. we’ll take care of you.’

alice forces a smile. ‘and will you join the minutemen? try to trust us again?’

connie and blake look at each other. behind them, lucy is practically bouncing in place.

‘we talked about it this morning,’ blake says. ‘we’re in. we’ll support the minutemen again.’ he looks to connie with the locket hanging from her fingers and smiles. ‘the commonwealth could use more people like you guys.’

‘we won’t let you down.’ alice bows her head slightly. ‘and actually, i’d like to discuss opening up further trade for the future...’

by the end of it, they agree to supply the minutemen with food as long as the minutemen provide protection for the farm. connie and blake return to working the land, while lucy stands next to her, grinning.

‘knew you could do it.’

‘it was easy,’ alice says with a flippant wave of her hand. she hooks her thumbs in her pockets. ‘that locket the raiders stole - they just stuffed it in some toolbox with a screwdriver and some duct tape. didn’t even care about it after they took it.’

‘well, yeah. doubt they could even get fifteen caps for it even if mom’s family has had it for generations.’

alice sighs. ‘that’s the thing. these raiders took something important to someone and pretty much tossed it away. they killed your sister, took it, and treated it like it was trash. it’s... disgusting. morally.’

lucy just stares. ‘you’re really serious about this stuff, huh?’

‘yeah. yeah, i guess i am.’

-

by noon, alice returns to sanctuary, more caps in hand. however, it’s preston that greets her at the bridge.

‘hey. sturges said i missed you this morning. good you see you made it back.’

‘had to drop something off at the abernathy’s. and,’ she begins with a wink, ‘they agreed to support the minutemen.’

his eyes go wide. ‘really?’

she cants her head to the side, smiling. ‘did you doubt me?’

‘n-no, it’s not that. i just.. can’t believe we’re really doing this. rebuilding the minutemen, i mean.’ he rubs the back of his head. ‘just yesterday we were trapped in the museum, and now this? it’s like a dream.’

alice pauses, considering. to him, this is a dream. to her - ‘we’re just getting started, preston.’

he nods, and she watches his demeanor change. he settles, shoulders squaring. ‘actually, there’s something else i want to talk to you about.’

‘more dark and terrible minuteman secrets?’

preston laughs at that. ‘not as far as i know. but i want to talk to you about... leading the minutemen.’ he holds up a hand when she tries to interject. ‘hear me out. we need a leader, someone who can bring us together. you can do that, you did that.

alice, i’m asking you to be the general of the minutemen.’

she reels. ‘i - me? preston, you just met me. i only learned about the minutemen yesterday. shouldn’t you lead them?’

he shakes his head. ‘i can lead my men through a fire fight, but i’m not general material. you helped us when you didn’t have to. i don’t think you understand how... different, that is.’

her mouth thins into a grimace. ‘that’s kind of sad, actually.’ she clears her throat. ‘look, i want to help you. i do.’ his face falls, and it breaks her heart, just a little. ‘i will. but i want you to think about this, okay? this is all very sudden.’

‘i... understand,’ he says slowly. ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to - ’ he sighs. ‘i need to finish checking the area. excuse me.’

damn, she thinks when he leaves. alice rubs at her eyes, tries not to imagine the bags there, and heads further into sanctuary. the sound of a blowtorch carries across the road from sturges’s makeshift workshop, but alice forces herself not to look. dogmeat trots over with a happy woof.

‘good job delivering those seeds, boy,’ she says, scratching his ears.

he woofs again.

alice grabs a box of preserved snack cakes from her stash of food and heads back to her room. unfortunately, with all the windows blown out and the curtains torn apart, the view from her bed is the workshop. and, of course, sturges knelt in front of a pile of metal limbs, screwdriver in hand as he tries to put together one reminder of her old life.

-

when sturges takes a break, so does she. half of her snack cakes sit abandoned (at least, until dogmeat gets to them) next to her bed when she leaves her house. she spies jun long struggling to carry two buckets of water from the newly fixed water pump and heads over to help him.

‘thank you,’ he says, quiet enough that she almost doesn’t hear him.

‘we haven’t had a chance to talk, have we?’ she makes her voice light. ‘how are you holding up?’

‘it’s... it’s getting better.’ he shifts his weight when water splashes onto one leg. ‘i’m glad we came here.’ he sets the bucket down at the edge of the garden and she does the same. ‘we - marcy and i - lost our son, before we came here. i promised i’d keep him safe, but i... couldn’t,’ he finishes lamely.

alice takes a steadying breath. exhales. ‘i know how you feel. it isn’t easy.’

jun gasps. ‘but you’re still - you’re still going. you haven’t given up yet.’

‘i can’t,’ she says. ‘i still have people to live for.’

he turns his head, and alice follows his gaze to his wife, weeding the area around her planted seeds. ‘i-i see. thank you. thank you, i understand. sorry, no one wants to see a grown man feeling sorry for himself.’

‘hey,’ she starts, softly, ‘what was your son’s name?’

‘kyle.’ his voice is louder, more sure. ‘his name was kyle.’

-

dinner calls alice and the quincy survivors to one of the houses without a collapsed ceiling. sturges, jun, mama murphy, and alice gather in the living room while marcy stirs a cooking pot over a small fire. no need for ventilation when half the wall is made of holes. even preston joins them, eventually, though he sits on the other end of the couch, putting mama murphy between him and alice.

she sighs. mama murphy gives her a knowing look, and alice knows it doesn’t take a drug induced sight see the tension rolling off of preston. he hardly looks at either of them, laser musket held tight between both hands.

thankfully, marcy serves dinner soon after, ladling some sort of soup into a scavenged assortment of bowls. jun hands out cans of clean water to each of them. alice pops hers open first.

‘hang on a moment,’ sturges interrupts. ‘now, this is the first time we’ve all,’ he looks to her, ‘been together since we got here. i just wanted to say another thank you to alice for getting us here.’ he raises his can in her direction. ‘to alice,’ he says, and drinks.

‘to alice,’ a murmured chorus repeats. then, louder, is preston’s, ‘to alice.’

she drinks.

the food is disgusting. her first sip sends a shiver up her spine, but no one else complains. the others eat almost enthusiastically, but all alice can taste is barely flavored water. and soggy meat. the vegetables are passable, though all she can manage is one more bite before she has to set her bowl aside. dogmeat eagerly finishes her leftovers once again.

mama murphy grins at her, too knowing, and it sends alice outside with a quick thank you to marcy before leaving.

‘marcy’s food is an acquired taste,’ preston says from behind her.

she turns and makes a face. ‘it’s not a taste i’ve acquired.’

he chuckles. ‘i wanted to say i’m sorry, for earlier. i shouldn’t have put all that on you so soon.’

‘don’t worry about it. i think i’m starting to understand.’ she shoves her hands in her pockets.

‘good.’ he takes a step closer. ‘because i still think i’m right. and believe me, i’ve thought about it.’

she looks up at him, at his earnest eyes, his determined frown. and sighs. ‘if you’re absolutely sure.’

he rocks forward on the balls of his feet. ‘i am! and the benefit of being the last minuteman: there’s no one to disagree with me. general,’ he adds with a grin.

‘if i’m going to be general, i want my own fancy hat.’ she flicks the brim of his. ‘it’s just not fair if my second in command has one and i don’t.’

‘easy enough,’ he says, smile growing. it’s incredibly endearing and makes her want to believe she can do this. ‘there was another settlement that requested help,’ there’s a pause for before but he continues, sparing a glance for codsworth’s... body, in the corner of the workshop, ‘i’ll go with you, this time. at least until sturges finishes putting codsworth back together.’

‘we’ll leave in the morning, then. i need to sleep off the memory of whatever it is i just ate.’

‘roger that, general.’

alice frowns. it’ll take getting used to.

#siri drabbles #oc: alice ward #y'all at this rate i'll never meet deacon wtf #series: we will all go together when we go

[cottonwren]

I pronounce you, wife and wife | A.S

Summary: you get married to your girlfriend, Ada Shelby, in a world that won’t let you. It’s a good thing that Thomas Shelby doesn’t believe in won’t, or can’t.

Words: 5016 (my longest ever oneshot!)

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“Tommy, are you sure?” You asked as you sat in the car with him, Ada currently with Esme and John and their rabble of children for a playdate and to talk weddings - she wanted her brother there, but the family was simply too big to transport. Little Aoife was merely two months old and the bumpy car ride all the way to the hotel Tommy had more or less forced them to use was not going to be good for her head. You had a feeling the rabble would show up anyway, or atleast you hoped. Babies were a weakness of yours, and Esme was one of the coolest women you’d ever met.

“I’m sure. I will have Charlie anyway, and don’t tell Ada, but I quite like him. Alfie’s always adored kids - he’s a right softie. Karl’s in good hands. So, are you planning on wearing a suit or a dress? I know that you’re used to wearing suits, so if you want a suit, I can take you to the finest tailor in the country - I’ll get the finest to come here from anywhere, in fact. Same for if you want a dress” Tommy told you, driving back from the venue. He wanted you to see it so that you could organise all the flowers, seating and procession - a job you had decided between yourself and Ada was a good idea for you to have. Your forms and the charts were impressive to say the least.

“Thank you - really, Tommy, there’s no-one we’d trust as much with Karl. Polly maybe, but it’d be a close call. I’ve only heard of Alfie, but Ada and you seem to trust him, which is enough for me - I’d like to meet him, though, before the wedding…. I was thinking a dress, they’re what I wear when me and Ada go out, and I look great in them. Suits are more to get myself more respect in the workplace. The more you look like a man, the more you’re treated like one” You explained, leaning back in the car seat. Tommy was really going above and beyond for your wedding, and even though you knew it was just for Ada, it touched you.

“A dress it is then. I’ve already told Ada I’ll pay for both of your dresses and everything else - can’t have communists doing things like paying for luxuries whilst the others suffer” Tommy narked, making you laugh.

“Tommy, you don’t have to - I’m on good pay, I can afford it, and Ada’s writings are really starting to pick up.” You began to explain it to him, but he was having absolutely none of it as he held a hand out to you and then retracted it.

“Y/N. I know you’re both doing well for yourselves, but I want all of that money to go on Karl, and things for yourself and Ada. Not a big party. I…. I’m going to say something now, and you’re never going to repeat it, especially not to Ada. I fuck up a lot, and ever since the war I have fucked up monumentally towards Ada and her life. I know she won’t accept the money as an apology, because of her fucking politics, but it’ll help ease my conscience. It’ll ease my conscience if I can see you two and Karl happy at the aisle.” Tommy explained, pulling up to the manor.

“She’s already forgiven you Tommy. You’re her brother - the stuff I’ve heard about you from her when she’s feeling sentimental, you’d never guess. Thank you so much. We’d be happy even if it was happening in our apartment with a little cake” Getting out of the car with your bag, you looked at him and then at the other car pulling into the drive after them. “Recognise that car, Tommy?”

Tommy spun round in shock and then let out a sigh “Oh, fuck’s sake, you scared me. That’s Alf. If anyone’s going to shoot us, it’s not going to be him. Anyway, like I was saying - just let me pay for everything. Think of it as a wedding present, if that helps”

“ ‘Ello treacle!” Came a rough holler as you walked up the steps with Tommy. You both spun around, though Tommy took steps towards the voice and you just stood there watching the odd scene. The two men embraced eachother - well, Alfie kind of enveloped Tommy, pulling back only to kiss him and then tower towards you with his cane.

“You must be Alfie - I’m Y/N, Ada’s fiancee.” The title tasted so good in your mouth, but not as good as ‘Ada Y/L/N’s wife’ had under your breath whilst Ada slipped out of bed to go get Karl to stop him from wailing.

“Nice to meet ya, pet.” Alfie nodded, bringing you in for a hug “Congratulations on the engagement. Takes real bollocks to do that, ‘specially to a Shelby”

“And yet I don’t regret it one bit. Make sure he doesn’t work himself into a mess about the wedding he’s orchestrating - I’ve tried to calm him down about it but he’s just got more worried. I have a feeling you’ll know how to do it better than me” You told him quietly, then looked at Tommy with a grin “You going to let us into Chateau De Thomas Shelby or are we going to stand here all day?”

“You can stand there” Tommy told you and Alfie cheekily, then let you in. You walked through, ears picking up like a dog’s when it heard a babe’s laugh - more specifically, your babe’s laugh. And then your wife’s.

You walked through towards the sitting room to see Ada in a flower crown made of baby’s breath, Karl with one to match. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you fully caught sight of her - it was always as magical as the first time, seeing Ada, and you always fell harder for her no matter how many times you’d seen her.

“Mom!” Karl beamed, reaching out for you, making Ada jump. You practically ran to where they were sitting on the sofa, Karl crawling onto your lap.

“Hi, love” Ada smiled, gently adjusting the crown “How did everything go with the venue? Have you managed to put it all into an understandable flow chart with colour coded markers?” She joked, gently pulling Karl’s socks up.

“Everything went great, seating plan’s ready, I’ve made sure not to put anyone on the wrong table - you lot fight too often, you know.” You chuckled, taking her hand, gently rubbing your thumb over the band on her index finger. “The crown looks gorgeous on you, Ade”

“An’ me” Karl added with a hum, standing on your thigh, his chubby cheeks pressing against your neck.

“How could I forget my beautiful boy?” You gasped softly, kissing his forehead and holding him gently around the middle so that he didn’t fall. He was three, but the thought of him falling off wasn’t a fun one. “How was your day with Auntie Esme and Uncle John, hm? Who gave you those beautiful crowns?”

Ada gave Karl a smirk and he gave one back, making you raise an eyebrow - you knew she’d go dress shopping, Tommy had arranged it all perfectly. Ada had told you, aswell, though your dresses were remaining a secret.

“Good.” Karl giggled, then waited until Ada very obviously looked away until he cupped your ear with his hand and whispered “Mum got a pretty dress”

“The thing about your mum, Karl, is that she looks pretty in any dress. I’ll keep it our secret, don’t worry” You grinned, whispering back to him, catching Ada blush as she pretended not to hear.

“Okay.” Karl grinned and then hopped off your leg, standing on the carpet. “I’m go’n find Tom” He announced, running into the foyer, his little footsteps thudding onto the floor as he went. “Tom!” He squealed, most likely being lifted into his uncle’s arms.

“So, Miss Shelby, got yourself a pretty dress, have you?” You asked, wrapping an arm around her as you sat closer.

“I have. It’s not Miss Shelby for much longer, you know.” She told you softly, kissing your cheek “Can’t believe we’re actually getting married. Everything with Tommy alright?”

“Everything’s great. He says he’s more than happy to have Karl on our wedding night with Alfie and Charlie” You told her, yawning softly “Wanna go home in a bit and spend the last night together before those Lee’s nick you and get you drunk with Jessie?”

“Jessie will look after me, you know. And I can look after myself. Call me if there are any issues with Karl tomorrow night, but I know you’ll be fine.” Ada hummed, tired herself “I’m fucking knackered”

“I’ll surprised to see you in a white dress with a mouth like that!” You teased, laughing “You have fun, don’t worry about us. But for tonight, I’m cooking us a nice meal and then we can have a nice night together.”

“Ooh, look at you, professional chef” Ada hummed “Seriously, what do you think of the flowers? I was thinking maybe instead of a veil? I’ve never hidden anything from you, and I don’t see why we should start on our wedding day. If you don’t like it though, then we can do a veil. What are you thinking?”

“I think the crown looks absolutely gorgeous on you, you look like a princess” You told her honestly, unable to take your eyes off of your bride. “If you want to wear it to the wedding I’d be more than happy… we need to get Kyle a suit, should we ask your brothers to take him or should I take him when I get my dress?”

“I think the boys have already got theirs… when are you getting your dress?” Ada asked, running a hand through her hair.

“When you’re at that march on monday, me and Karl are going to have a day out doing wedding things. If he’s going to be throwing flower petals with Katie, he should help decide on them. I was thinking white roses, and now you’re in the crown, it does match well”

“Sounds good. I think I can hear Alfie feeding Karl, and by the sounds of his giggles, it’s not healthy food either” Ada bit her lip.

“He’s going to be babysat by him, it’ll do them good to bond. Don’t  worry about it, it’s not like he’ll get really ill from a couple of sweets. Doesn’t Alfie hand bake them anyway?”

“He does - I’ve seen the amount of sugar that goes into them, love”

The next Monday rolled around and you, Karl and Tommy were standing in the tailors’. Tommy had wanted a new suit for the wedding, and also wanted to pay for Karl’s. The assistant took Karl’s measurements, and you never kept your eyes off of the boy - anything to cause discomfort towards Karl and you would have the demure woman across the table by her throat. Maybe all those years with Ada had rubbed off on you.

Whilst they took the measurements back to the adjustments room, you let Karl sit on your hip as you walked around, the most of the wedding planning done now. Ada didn’t handle planning as well as you did, but the stress was slowly gnawing at your head. You let your eyes flit over the suits on display and saw a peculiar one - it was on a woman’s mannequin, and it was.. Perfect. Fitted dress trousers, a blouse with buttons three quarters of the way up, with a dark blazer.

“Hey, Tommy” You mumbled, unable to keep your eyes off of the suit as Karl propped his head on your shoulder to look at Tommy “Any idea if this is available? What do you think?” You asked as he came towards you two.

“I can get that for you. Definitely. Just talk to the woman and get her to measure you up, tell her you’re marrying Ada Shelby and that it’s going on Thomas Shelby’s bill. I think it would look great, by the way. Want me to hold Karl whilst you get measured?”

“Thank you, Tommy, but I can pa-”

“-Excuse me, we need another suit, in the style of the one in the glass cabinet that she’s standing by. Yes. After Karl’s is done, then measure her. Put it on my tab” Tommy interrupted you, now speaking to the receptionist, making you grin. So, this was what it felt like to be Thomas Shelby, was it? Rich and never having to want for anything.

You were sure that Tommy Shelby had no idea how rich you felt, though, in the moment that the music began from the organ. You had managed to convince a church to house your wedding, and the sunlight beaming through the stained glass windows was making everything seem ethereal. Your legs began to quake as you looked over the crowd in the pews to see the church doors opening with a flash of white.

There, there Ada was, in her beautiful dress. The dress didn’t matter, though, because her face - oh, my god. You gasped as she caught your eye and the light shone onto her figure, making her dark brown hair glow. The lack of a veil made her able to see you, and when you caught each other’s eyes? You thought you could die of butterflies.

She joined you eventually after Arthur had walked her down the aisle, and took your hands. Only when you saw her up close could you properly admire her - the dress was perfect for her, and the baby’s breath crown she wore made her look angelic. Your whole life was in those eyes.

“You look gorgeous” She told you with a whisper, then looked at Jeremiah, prompting him to start.

“Welcome, family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Y/N and Ada . You have come here to share in this formal commitment they make to one another, to offer your love and support to this union, and to allow Y/N and Ada to start their married life together surrounded by the people dearest and most important to them.

So welcome to one and all, who have travelled from near and far. Y/N and Ada thank you for your presence here today and now ask for your blessing, encouragement, and lifelong support for their decision to be married.” Jeremiah began the ceremony, though it was all hazy. The euphoria you were getting from the whole situation was filling your brain like there were moths fluttering about and whispering only her name.

“Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Ada Shelby to be your wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to protect and care for?” He asked you, his voice loud in the hall as Karl ran up with the rings securely tied on the cushion he was carrying.

“I do.” You nodded, never more sure of anything in your life, then bent down to thank Karl and take Ada’s ring, ready to slip it on her finger. He gave you his best smile, and it took everything you had not to tell him how well he was doing and kiss his forehead. The little suit looked so good on him.

“Will you, Ada Shelby, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to protect and care for?”

“I do” Ada answered, then did the same, thanking Karl quietly and then offering you her left hand. You slid the ring on her finger and then let her do the same to you, ignoring the voice that told you that you’d wake up soon.

“I pronounce you Wife and Wife, you may now kiss the bride!” Jeremiah announced, cheering along with the rest of the crowd as you pulled Ada in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around your neck loosely, kissing her like a dying man.

When the kiss ended, you grinned at her “So, Mrs Y/L/N, wanna go have cake and get drunk?” you asked her, receiving a nod and then starting your journey down the aisle. You looked over at Tommy to check that someone was looking after Karl and, thank god, Karl was happily sitting on Alfie’s shoulders.

“Let’s go get fucking hammered, love” Ada gave you a look full of tentative fire and it set you alight too, nearly running down the rest of the aisle to get to the waiting Rolls Royce.

Once you got to the hotel, it was alive with cheers and music - the live band had already started and the boys had no doubt sped there. Ada went off to talk to Jessie for a second, and Tommy took you by the arm subtly, his eyes on the doors.

“Listen - word has got out about you and Ada. Not to the police, or any political arseholes, but if it did you know I would get it so-”

“Thomas if you’re about to tell me that either my grandmother or a deranged family member of Ada’s is going to try and ruin our special day, I will fight them. Or I’ll borrow a gun of yours.” You told him, interrupting him as you watched Ada and Jessie for a second. She was okay. You looked over at Karl. He was with Alfie. He was okay.

“I have a feeling that our dad might show. I didn’t want to tell Ada because she… doesn’t have fond memories of him and I don’t want the thought of him in her head today, but you need to know. You’re Ada’s wife now, even though the law doesn’t say it, you’re Ada’s wife, and you have to look after eachother.” Tommy explained, holding your elbow gently.

“There has never been anything I’d rather do, Thomas. If sending your father six feet under is what I have to do to make sure that she’s safe and happy, I’ll do it. Got it? If you or the boys see him, you tell me, and you make sure that Karl and Ada stay together unless Ada says otherwise and then Karl stays with someone he knows and trusts. Alfie, Polly, Esme, Arthur, Finn, Mi- anyone I would let babysit. Don’t let Karl see blood, don’t keep Ada in the dark if he comes. She deserves to know what’s happening on her wedding day. But for now, Tommy, I’m going to cut the cake with my beautiful wife and son” You told him quietly, smiling as Ada came over to you now with Karl in her arms, Alfie in tow.

“Everyone wants cake” Ada told you, Karl nodding vigorously, “Is everything alright?”

“I was just making sure Tommy would be fine to have Karl until tomorrow lunch - I can’t imagine we’ll be rising early, can you?” You asked her rhetorically “Now, let’s cut that cake! Do we have a cake knife or are we borrowing a peaky cap”

“Cake knife, though Pol doesn’t trust me with it” Ada frowned, making you and Tommy laugh. Karl joined in because he liked laughing.

“I’ve lived with you for quite some time, Ada - I know why. How you haven’t died in the kitchen yet is a mystery to me” You told her with a smirk, walking towards the bar to get the knife from the bartender.

“That’s because you do all the cooking, love” She replied, a pointed finger at your exposed collarbone beneath the open shirt and blazer.

The cake was cut and the party resumed to being loud and bubbly - the band stirred softly, slowing to give a much softer tune. Arthur stepped up to the pedestal with Karl in his arms, gently knocking into the lead singer of the band - a very pretty irish woman called Saoirse.

“Will the brides come together for their first dance” He called, which was yours and Ada’s cue to step into the middle of the empty space the crowd had formed. You extended your hand to her in a proposing gesture.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Y/LN?” You asked, bowing to her, standing as she took your hand and pulled you closer as the music began.

“You may, Mrs Y/L/N” Ada smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and beginning to sway.

You danced together, other couples slowly joining you, then Tommy came up to you and Ada  - you were half expecting him to take Ada’s hand, but then he looked you in the eyes.

“I need you two to come with me. Everything’s fine” Tommy smiled nervously, then walked away, you and Ada following him into the lobby.

“Where’s Karl, Tommy?” Ada asked, still looking like an angel in her wedding dress as she tightly gripped your hand.

“He’s with Alfie and Poll, don’t worry. We do have a problem, though, because dad’s here. He’s at the gate.” Tommy told you “You wanted me to tell you, and so I did”

“Thank you, Tommy.” You hummed, looking at Ada “Love, you okay? Want to get Michael and Isaiah to h-”

“I’m going to go out there and I’m going to make sure he never fucking comes back.” Ada interrupted you, voice cold “You can either come with me, or you can stay here. I do need your hat, though, Thomas. Or your gun - I know you’ve brought one”

Thomas handed over the hat and the gun quickly - he didn’t comply with many people, but an angry Ada? He did. Quickly. “I’m coming with you. Y/N, Alf-”

“-Looks like we’re all going.” You replied “I’ll use my fists - fitting for our wedding”

“You could be referencing at least two things and both of them Tommy should never know about” Ada told you with a wild grin as you three walked out of the hotel doors, the cold biting your exposed collarbone.

“Oh, here they fuckin come, my beautiful children!” Arthur Shelby Senior roared from his open top car, getting out with open arms but still stopped by the gilded gate.

You felt Ada and Tommy tense beside you and you knew what the man had done to not only Ada, but to the family that had taken you in so eagerly. The red mist began to descend upon you, as it was the Shelby siblings, as the gates opened on Tommy’s command.

Arthur came towards Ada and before she could react, you raced towards him to push him back “You fucking dare touch her” You growled out, feeling Ada and Tommy join you.

“Who the fuck are you, then, eh? Telling me who I can touch, telling me which of my children I can touch” Arthur roared, jabbing a calloused finger at your exposed blouse.

“Get off of my wife!” A high shriek resounded in your ears and Ada had burst forward, getting in between you and her father, walking him into his car “You get back in that fucking car and you leave - you know you’re not welcome here, and you will never be.”

“Wife? My own daughter, a lezzer. Well, got myself to blame for that - was it that bad, Ada?” He bit, now standing with his back brushing the front of the car.

“Right, off ya go, in the fuckin’ car, tha’s enough of tha!” Alfie called, strolling down to meet you, now manhandling Arthur away from the three of you “Now, now, me and you, fella, are gonna have a little talk, yeah, about how we treat people! Because it’s Ada’s fuckin’ weddin’ day, yeah, and we can’t have her upset, can we? An’ I’m assuming no-one would care if you died, so we’re gonna go on a little walk, far from earshot” Alfie was exuding so much confidence that Arthur was struggling to fight back, both verbally and physically.

Physically, Alfie had a hand around his neck and was using it to power him backwards, nearly breaking the man’s windpipe. “Treacle, take Ada and Y/N back, Karl’s with Pol. I’ll come back with an ear or summat”

Ada refused to move as Alfie moved him far away, and Tom sent you a look then left you two alone in the cold of the countryside. You gently walked with her towards a bench so she could sit down, maybe process the information easier.

“Love? Are you okay?” You asked softly, her hand finding yours. “Need to talk? Just need some quiet?”

“He just tried to ruin our wedding, Y/N. I thought they got rid of him entirely” Ada muttered “Didn’t even think of him today”

“It’s alright. He hasn’t ruined our wedding, I’ve still never been happier” You told her with a smile, trying to lighten her mood.

“You shouldn’t have to fight on our wedding day - I shouldn’t have to fight on our wedding day” She protested, looking into your eyes. It was getting close to sunset, and her cheeks were tinged red from tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I guess even though I’m a Y/L/N now, I’ll always be a Shelby…. Fucking hell, the one day I wanted away from fighting”

“You can’t just run from your heritage, love - your family love you and look how eager they were to protect you. Alfie’s a Solomons, but I consider him a Shelby now. I consider myself a Shelby, to some extension. I’m fine with the fighting, and there will be days without it - remember valentines day?”

“How could I not?” Ada laughed softly, resting her head on your shoulder, taking the crown off and putting it on her lap “Can’t believe he dared to mention what he did…. He didn’t turn me gay. I’m bi, for fucks sake…”

“Don’t have to explain yourself to me, love. I know. I promise you, Ada Y/L/N, I will never let that man anywhere near you or our little family again.” You told her, ears perking up at the sound of a familiar low grumble.

“ ‘eya, he was a proper piece of work - I was jokin’ about the ear, right, but you Shelbies are fuckin’ insane” Alfie told you two, holding out an ear on his palm “Take it or leave it - I’ll throw it in the hedge otherwise.”

“Chuck it in the hedge, Alf.” Ada told him with a hum, quickly wiping the fallen tears from the tops of her cheekbones. “Not a big fan of severed body parts - maybe feed it Cyril?”

“Ay, e’d like that. Listen, your father’s a fuckin’ nothin’. Don’ let him ruin your big day, yeah. Get in there, get drunk, and then have a nice night together without kids, yeah? What’s Karl allergic to? Just so I know for breakfast”

“Nothing” You told him honestly, just wishing the well meaning bear of a man to leave you be. Ada hadn’t gone into panic, like one of her nightmares or flashbacks, but still she was upset and hurt.

Alfie got the message and trundled off back inside to meet Tommy, and Ada looked at you “You know I love you, right? You’re the love of my life. Can’t imagine anyone else by my side”

“I love you too, Ada. I’d do anything for you, you know. Anything.” You told her “I love you, I love our little family. I don’t mind the fighting, alright? I’ll be happy as long as I have you”

“Let’s get back inside, then, eh? Celebrate just how much I love you” Ada smiled, standing up and putting her crown on “Alfie is going to spoil our kid, you know. He’s going to come back looking like a beach ball”

“Oh, good. Deserves a treat” You grinned “A bit of sugar won’t hurt him, you know”

“Oh, shush.” Ada chuckled, leading you back inside. You just hoped she was really as happy as she was appearing to be.

Once you were back in the room, you were greeted by Karl, instantly clinging onto your hip and kissing your cheek with an icing smeared mouth and nose.  Tommy noticed you were back in the room and raised a glass to you and Ada, making the room explode in noise and cheers.

The night got quieter and quieter as everyone started to go to their rooms, until you, Ada, Tommy and Alfie were the only ones left at a table, Karl asleep on your lap.

“Still surprised you’ve gone all domestic, Ada” Tommy grinned “I remember when you were at school, and you bit Mr. Hastings’ finger off for daring to tell you off and wave his finger in your face.”

“Told me that proper housewives didn’t fight” Ada chuckled, gently undoing Karl’s waistcoat so he could breathe easier “Little did he know, eh?”

“I met you when you were fighting a police officer, it’s not like you’ve changed much… I think Karl will turn into a fighter like his mum” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

“God help us all - It’s the eyes” Alfie commented with a chuckle “Let me know if ya want me to take him, bless ‘im.”

“Will do, thanks Alf. Where’s Charlie?”

“Staying with Lizzie - decided that a late night probably wasn’t good for the tyke, and he wanted to see his sister” Tommy replied.

“What’s Charlie like with Ruby?” Ada asked, another child having been on her mind for a while now. She wanted a babe that had your DNA as well, though it was literally impossible.

“Loves his sister - pretty much the same as we were, but cleaner” Tommy chuckled “Why’d you ask?”

“No reason. You ready to head to bed yet, love?” Ada asked, her eyes growing weary.

“Yeah, let’s head up.” You nodded, kissing Karl’s forehead and then gently handing him to Alfie, ascending up the hotel stairs with Ada, holding her hand as you went. Finally, you were married, in the eyes of your families, which meant that the law didn’t matter that much at all.

#peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder #peaky blinders oneshot #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #Ada Shelby #ada thorne imagine #ada shelby imagine #ada x fem reader #wlw #you're a queen #lgbt #letsbegay #thank you twistedrunes for encouraging this piece #and to maddie #old writing

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The Reason Is You Chapter 8

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Authors:  Crysty09, erisgregory

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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M/M, Multi Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Relationship: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti, Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti Additional Tags: background Isobel Evans/Maria DeLuca, background Max Evans/Liz Ortecho, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - M/M/M, Angst and Fluff and Smut Summary: Michael has been gone five years and when he finally returns to Earth it’s to find that Alex is married to Kyle. Isobel is about to be married to Maria and Max and Liz have a son. The world isn’t as he left it, which he should have expected, but now how will he find a place for himself? Will he ever get used to the new normal?

Michael was nervous for some reason. It was probably because he was staying mostly sober and also because he hadn’t seen Alex yet since the wedding and he knew he needed to apologize. Somehow they had to find a way to put the past in the past. Or rather he did. He wanted to be a part of Alex’s life and Kyle was being generous enough to make it happen, so Michael was ready to try. Still he was nervous. So he took a deep breath before knocking on the cabin door.

Kyle had suspiciously disappeared just before Michael was supposed to get there and Alex felt nervous. This night had the potential to be a turning point for them but first, he and Michael had to deal with what they had said at the wedding. When he heard a knock at the door, he walked over and opened the door, giving Michael a small smile, "hey," he said, his voice low, "come on in, Kyle ran to the store," he stepped to the side to let Michael in.

Kyle was gone? That wasn’t what Michael expected, but maybe it was better not to have an audience for his apology. “Thanks for having me over.” He said stiffly. Suddenly he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands.

Alex laughed, "Guerin," he breathed, "relax." He nodded towards the couch, "do you want something to drink?" He asked. He could feel himself becoming a bit more at ease, this was still Michael.

Michael laughed too and sat on the couch. “I guess I’m a little nervous.” He admitted. “Just water for me.” He said leaning back and trying to relax. Michael took his hat off and ran a hand through his curls. He could do this, he just needed to breathe. Besides it seemed like Alex wasn’t holding a grudge.

He grabbed a bottle of water and followed Michael to the couch. Alex sat down not far from him and handed him the bottle of water. "Glad you could come," he said, "listen Michael," he leaned forward, "I am really sorry about everything I said the other night."

Michael was halfway through opening his water when Alex apologized. “You shouldn’t have to apologize. Not only did I break my promise, but I said some awful things in front of everyone. And then to you. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for any of the things that have happened to me. I made my choices and now I will live with them.”

"We were both upset and things have been so complicated, we both said some harsh things, but as far as I'm concerned, we just need to put it behind us?" Alex bit his lip, he desperately wanted to reach out and touch Michael but he knew that he should wait until he and Kyle had a chance to talk with him about their idea.

“I’d like that.” Michael said softly. If they could just get a fresh start... well it wouldn’t stop his heart from being broken but maybe it could be the beginning of something new. “I really do think we just need a fresh start.”

Alex smiled, "then a fresh start it is," he nodded. Then the door opened and Kyle walked in beaming, "hey guys!" He said, carrying a bag of ice to the freezer, "get the apologies out of the way?" He asked. Alex stood, laughing, "yes we did," he moved to the kitchen, opening the stove, "the chicken is almost done," he said, smiling at them.

Michael had to laugh at Kyle, he’d clearly given them the space to talk alone for a moment. It was a kindness that actually meant a lot to Michael. “Good, I’m starving.” He told Alex with a grin.

Kyle walked into the living room, giving Alex the kitchen, "he's actually an amazing cook," he said, glancing at Alex. He glanced at the water in Michael's hand, "no beer?" He asked, "I'm pretty sure Alex won't crucify you for one or two, will you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Alex, who grinned at them.

“I didn’t want to push him.” Michael chuckled. This was turning out to be much simpler than he’d expected. “Maybe with dinner.” He said. At least his nerves had settled down and dinner smelled amazing. So much better than whatever was left frozen in his freezer.

"I think one with dinner will be fine," Alex said with a laugh, pulling a large pan out of the oven and stirring the potatoes on the stove. Kyle laughed, "how much trouble can he get in here with us?" He asked, looking between the two of them. Alex shook his head, "okay you win, I'll ease up," he pulled some plates from the cabinet, and filling them, "dinner is served gentlemen," he smiled.

Michael stood to go fix his plate. He really felt welcome which shouldn’t be a surprise considering the way Kyle had been with him lately. He grabbed some chicken and potatoes and made his way to the table. “So where did you learn to cook?” Michael asked Alex. “This really smells amazing.”

Before he sat down, Alex grabbed three beers from the refrigerator and passed them around. Once when they were all seated, Alex shrugged, "mostly trial and error," he said. Kyle smiled and took a bite of food, moaning quietly, "amazing as always," he reached out and touched Alex's hand once. Alex beamed, "what do you think Michael? Taste as good as it smells?"

“It’s delicious.” Michael told him. He saw the way Kyle casually touched Alex and while he still felt sad for himself he wanted to be happy for them. “It certainly beats Isobel’s frozen leftovers she’s been shoving on me since I got back.”

"Well you're more than welcome to come eat with us anytime you want to," Kyle said, "Alex usually cooks most nights and he tends to cook way too much." Alex laughed, "so that's the only thing I can't seem to master," he shrugged. The room fell silent for a while as they ate and Alex was thrilled at how easy this was, the three of them seemed to get along really well and he was hopeful that maybe this could actually work.

Michael thought about it, but he didn’t want to be intrusive. Eventually he would have his old job back it’s just the owner of the shop was out of town. Then he could go back to buying his own food. Crap food, but still. He didn’t want to think he was using Kyle and Alex’s kindness for his own gain. Still this was really good. He ate and drank his beer in happy silence.

Alex finished eating, standing and rinsing his plate, "I made brownies too," he said, turning to smile at Michael. He knew it was Michael's favorite and he thought it would make him happy. "Anyone want brownies and ice cream?"

Michael just had to grin. He felt totally spoiled. “Yes, please.” He said. Then he turned to Kyle, “brownies are my favorite, I don’t know if he told you.” Michael shrugged.

"He did," Kyle said, smiling at Michael and glancing at his husband, Alex had been so determined to make this night good, "yeah I'll take one too," he said. Alex moved to cut the brownies and scooped some ice cream on them, handing one to each of the others

Michael closed his eyes as he took the first bite. Then he looked over at Alex. “Wow.” He said. “This is fantastic.” He took another bite and grinned. “I could get used to this.” He joked.

Kyle let out another moan, "Damn, it's been ages since you made brownies," he smiled at Alex. Alex laughed, "well like Kyle said, I usually cook every night and you can come eat any time." Alex moved to clean up the kitchen, feeling a bit anxious about the conversation that was coming but also excited about the possibility.

Michael stood to help clear the table. “What’re you making tomorrow?” He teased.

It was simple, much simpler than expected. Kyle and Alex were both easy going and had put him at ease. Once the table was cleared Kyle ushered him back to the living room and offered him another beer. “Sure.” He said, sitting down.

Alex grinned, "hmm I am thinking lasagna," he shrugged. Alex finished putting their leftovers away and watched as Kyle ushered Michael into the living room. He grabbed his own beer before walking in and sitting down next to Michael, "so Michael, me and Kyle have something we want to talk to you about. This is going to sound crazy." Kyle nodded, "and you don't have to answer us right away, please just promise you will have an open mind?"

Michael looked from Alex to Kyle and back again. He had no idea what was coming, couldn’t even guess.”Okay.” He said slowly. He had the urge to hold his breath for whatever was coming.

“You don’t have to look so worried.” Kyle told him with a soft laugh. “It’s nothing bad.”

Alex laughed, reaching over and laying a hand on Michael's arm, "so, we have spent a long time talking about our situation, and Kyle knows how I feel about you, it's not like I'm the best at hiding it," he laughed nervously, "and what I have with Kyle is amazing, so we were thinking maybe, if you would be interested, that we consider all three of us, being together?" He bit his lip, his heart suddenly pounding.

Michael suddenly felt like his brain had just decided to fail him. He couldn’t think a single coherent thought. “I’m sorry.” He laughed a little. “What?” He was sure he’d misheard or misunderstood somehow and just honestly needed to hear it again.

Kyle laughed, his reaction was similar to Alex's and it was actually kind of cute. He got up and moved to sit on the other side of Michael, "we are talking about considering polyamory, all three of us being together," he smiled over at Alex.

“Okay, that’s what I thought I heard.” He sat for a moment just looking at his knees. Then he said, “I don’t want to mess up what you two have.” He couldn’t hurt Alex anymore and now he couldn’t see hurting Kyle either.

Alex grabbed Michael's hand, "Michael, me and Kyle have discussed this, quite a bit." Kyle grabbed the other hand, "and what we have is strong and solid and we want you to be a part of it." Alex's heart pounded as he watched Michael, "you won't mess up what we have, if you agree to this you will only make things better."

Michael looked at Alex, trying to read the truth in the words he was saying. A part of him instantly leapt at the idea of getting to be with Alex, but honestly it sounded complicated and what about Kyle? Could he feel that way about Kyle some day? “You’ve really thought about this? What it would do to your marriage?” He asked just needing the reassurance. “And Kyle?” He shifted his focus to Kyle. “You’re interested in trying a relationship with me?”

"This was Kyle's idea," Alex said, "we have thought about it, thought about our marriage and it is strong enough to include you." Kyle nodded, "you and I will have a little more work to do to figure it all out but the last few days have shown me that you and I get along really well and I think it could become something if we want it to."

Michael pursed his lips. He honestly didn’t know what to say. He had about a dozen questions that required his phone and google, the main one being does this really work in the real world? “Guys, I’m flattered to say the least but this is a lot. I’m gonna have to think about it.”

Kyle nodded. “I think that’s wise, all things considered.”

"Yeah it took me a little while to wrap my head around it too,"Alex said with a laugh, "take your time, process everything and let us know when you figure out where you stand. No pressure. We will completely understand if you aren't interested," Alex bit his lip, his mind and heart racing as he watched Michael.

Michael sat his beer on the coffee table. “I think I should go think about everything. But Alex,” He said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, “I’m not, not interested.” Then he stood and looked down at them both. “Thanks again for dinner.” He said, grabbing his hat and slipping it on before heading out the door

Alex felt terrified, worried that Michael might just say no. Kyle nodded, "yeah go process everything," he smiled at Michael. At Michael's reassurance, Alex relaxed slightly and he nodded, "okay," he whispered back, "like we said earlier, the dinner invite is always open," he squeezed Michael's hand as he stood, "see you soon I hope."

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[maxismatchccworld]

Ultimate SBA Baller

Created for: The Sims 4 by asiashamecca

*** Tested with Seasons and Game Version 1.45.62.1020 (July 31, 2018 Update) *** PLEASE NOTE: You WILL need the newest Neia Career Commons file (included in download) also! This career is the companion to my SBA Baller career. It starts off pretty much the same as SBA Baller, but then gives the option for 3 additional career tracks. If you love basketball but want MORE, this one is for you. You can have both this career and the regular SBA Baller in your game with no problems. I made a basketball club and set up a team to back up my Ultimate player. It was fun! A few words on the pay levels. Their still INSANE by EA standards but they’re researched and reasonably accurate against actual annual pro basketball salaries and the other career tracks as well. ALSO, when you start the bonus tracks, your pay levels will drop. That isn't a glitch. Pro ball players make the big Simoleons, but you're starting over after your career ending injury. The game isn't really set up for that though. You’ll get the standard message about a raise, but the amount of your raise will be a negative (whatever the drop is). Ironically you still get a bonus though, so still a win.   I tested this thoroughly through all the tracks and while it looks a bit funny, it doesn't cause any problems and you continue to progress with raises after that as usual. SO, without further ado, on to' Ultimate SBA Baller So, you want to be an Sims Basketball Association athlete? These players come in all shapes and sizes, from natural shooters such as Kyle Korver to athletes determined to increase their career longevity such as Willie Green. But the recipe is simple: efficiency, readiness and a grasp of system basketball. You want the mega Simoleons, the fame and the big endorsements? You need grit. You need hustle. You've gotta WANT it playah! Want Career Details? Click the Spoiler! First Round Draft Pick For the 30 players who will be selected in the first round of the SBA Draft, there aren't many decisions left to make ' other than what color suit to wear, that is. You can't choose what team you'll get to play for, and even your salary will be dictated by the SBA's rookie wage scale. You got picked in the first round by San Myshuno! Go Llamas! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 4247 Per Day: 16988 Schedule: -TWTF- Objectives: Fitness 4 Summer League Star The SBA Summer League, also known as the Lucky Simoleon Summer League, is an off-season competition organized by the National Basketball Association. SBA teams come together to try out different summer rosters instead of their regular season line-ups, including rookie, sophomore and G League affiliate players. You don't just want to Simoleons, you want the fame (and even more Simoleons)! Time to shine baller! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 5247 Per Day: 20988 Schedule: MTW--SS Objectives: Fitness 6, Charisma 1 Rookie Stunner Wait a minute, you're telling me they have catered food? Salmon cakes, asparagus and salad  like, for free? I don't have to throw in money for Domino's or Wal-Mart pizza every night with my roommates like in college? I'm about to go Kobe on this whole damn league. And then reality sets in. Don't forget where you came from Rookie. They're calling you the next Steph Curry for a reason. Better get some sleep on the plane. You're gonna need it to keep this up. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 6254 Per Day: 25016 Schedule: -T-TFS- Objectives: Fitness 8, Charisma 3 SBA Superstar A superstar is someone who can have a team built around them. They should be able to take them deep into the playoffs and be that ONE you can depend on in the closing minutes. A GM would literally break their arm before trading a you. And if by some miracle you get traded, the other team would have to give up everything -including the kitchen sink- to acquire you. You already have a Championship under your belt. Time to make this team a DYNASTY baby! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 7943 Per Day: 31772 Schedule: -T-TF-S Objectives: Fitness 9 Championship Dynasty Leader Most teams would be lucky to have one Richie Striker SBA Championship Trophy in their case. The San Myshuno Llamas are a certified dynasty and every commentator (except the haters) attribute that to YOU. You're being called the next Lebron James... the next Kobe Bryant... the next Michael Jordan! You wake up in the morning and sign a new endorsement. You have more Simoleons than you can spend. As long as you're not hobbled by a career ending injury, nothing can stop you! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 9142 Per Day: 37648 Schedule: -TW-FS- Objectives: Fitness 10, Charisma 5 Track 1: Coach When it comes to judging your job performance, everyone seems to be an expert and have the qualifications to criticize you. Fans, the media, and the team's organization or administration all seem at the ready to offer you either the thumbs up or thumbs down signal. What's even more frustrating is that so much of this external judgment comes from individuals who don't seem to have a clue about you, your players, or what you're trying to accomplish with the team. You know what you want though baller. You want to be the best... again. SCAA Coach We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Well the haters hated and the media had a field day with "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." stories. But you hobbled on down to Windenburg University and landed a sweet SCAA coaching gig. Sure, they basically hired you because your name will fill the stands, but you won't rest until Windenburg U. is next SCAA darling. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1282 Per Day: 6410 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Logic 3, Wellness 3, Charisma 5 SBA Journeyman Coach OK, maybe you won't be the next John Wooden. But your talent did catch the eye of an SBA GM. Now you're a journeyman coach. A few seasons here. A season there. The best way to make a reputation in the league is simple: be good at your job. And you are. Your Midas touch has not gone unnoticed, but your dream is to get back to San Myshuno and make the Llamas great again. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1345 Per Day: 5380 Schedule: --WTFSS Objectives: Logic 5, Wellness 5 Assistant Coach Yes! You made the right connections and finally landed a plumb job in your beloved San Myshuno. The team has fallen on hard times since your femur decided it would rather be on the outside of your body, but you have a lot of ideas to get them back in fighting shape. Prove your worth and keep those Llamas winning. That head coach is getting up there (and the owner isn't too happy with the team record). Who better to fill his shoes than you? Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1410 Per Day: 5640 Schedule: -T-TF-- Objectives: Logic 7, Wellness 7 Head Coach It's go time. You were a highly valued assistant coach and well-regarded defensive mind before the owner had his hissy and fired the top guy. Now it's your time to show them what you can do! Run practices, recruit players and call the plays during games that will make San Myshuno great again. You tasted the life of a dynasty member before and you want it again! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2991 Per Day: 14955 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Logic 8, Wellness 8 Championship Dynasty Coach Few coaches in the history of basketball have been as intimidating, polarizing and utterly successful as YOU! In all, more than 300 men have been head coaches in the SBA. Most haven't lasted long. In a league that churns through coaches like Elizabeth Taylor through husbands, a select few have enjoyed successful careers spanning more than a decade. You let your work, job, and your commitment do the talking. Pretty much everyone else hates your guts, but San Myshuno thanks you. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 10684 Per Day: 53420 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Logic 10, Wellness 10 Track 2: General Manager An SBA general manager is responsible for player contract negotiations. Typically, the general manager also supervises the operations of the coaching staff, which includes the power to hire and fire coaches and coaching assistants. It's a life full of stress and phone calls but the Llamas are worth it and your innate talent for the game could take you far. Assistant Director of Scouting We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Anyone can watch a game, and anyone can be right about a few players, but having success in this job over the long haul is more difficult than people think. Do you have the eye for talent over the long haul? Start with finding your replacement. Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 240 Per Day: 1920 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 3, Charisma 6 Director of Player Personnel Player evaluation, sometimes called scouting, is a central part of a director of player personnel's job. He must pull together all the information on a player, including input from team scouts and coaches, recruiting services and other sources, to present to the general manager and head coach. You had an amazing run as a scout but keeping a whole team running is a whole new level of challenge. Use those instincts and study up on compliance to keep moving up in the front office! Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 386 Per Day: 3088 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 5 Assistant General Manager You definitely have a proven knowledge of the game. But, there's no draft and connections won't cut it. You need to prove you can make good decisions at a very high level before an owner puts all the control in your hands. Keep all of those (basket) balls in the air and keep the Llamas winning championships. Your dream job is so CLOSE! Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 961 Per Day: 7688 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 7, Charisma 7 SBA General Manager SBA general managers must wear numerous hats. First, GMs are responsible for overseeing all the business and financial operations of the team. Most have an important role in public relations as the public face of the team. Many GMs also have significant roles in player personnel decisions, including drafting, handling free agents and contracts. You're the captain of the ship now. There's nowhere else to go... or is there? Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 3365 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 9 President of Sports Franchises Congratulations team President! You're now the CEO of the Llama's franchise. Your job now is to make money for the company. The main way you can do this is to fill those seats for every game. Along with selling tickets, you make sure every other money-making opportunity is exploited: concessions; box seats; season tickets; corporate accounts; souvenirs; broadcast rights and licensing fees. Working your way up to the top meant knowing the sport inside and out, but even more than that it meant being the best business person in San Myshuno. Maybe you should take a day off every once in a while. Mood: Focused PTO: .33 Hourly: 6211 Per Day: 49688 Schedule: MTWTF-- Objectives: Logic 10, Charisma 8 Track 3: CSPN SBA Commentator Sports broadcasters work as analysts or play-by-play announcers for sports networks or specific teams. Their duties may include presenting news, calling games, and interviewing guests. Work might be stressful, with tight schedules and deadlines being the norm for these professionals. But play your cards right and you'll be hearing those magic notes; "Duh-duh-dunt! Duh-duh-dunt!" from the right side of the CSPN sports desk. CSPN Guest Commentator We had to say it didn't we? The highlight reel of your career ending injury went viral. Bones really shouldn't stick out like that (or knees bend in that direction for that matter). Time to trade on your fame. CSPN comes calling and you land your first post injury gig as a celebrity guest commentator. You'll have to show them you're more than just a handsome face who can wear a suit. Your talents extend beyond the court (and it's a good thing they do). Time to parley this limited job into an even more profitable career! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 676 Per Day: 2028 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 7 CSPN Play-by-Play Commentator A sports play-by-play announcer gives a running commentary of a game in real time. You have to have a referee level of basketball knowledge and enough wit to keep it interesting without being annoying. But man does it suck being that close to the thrill of the sport with nothing to show for it but getting covered in second hand sweat. Study up on those basketball plays and keep your eye on the next prize... Sideline reporter. Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1442 Per Day: 7210 Schedule: --WTFS- Objectives: Charisma 8, Logic 4 CSPN Sideline Reporter �Let's go to the third member of our team today. . .� It's a throw like that, from the sideline reporter, that has become a staple of game coverage on CSPN and throughout the industry. You're a welcome face on the San Myshuno courts, and your knowledge and game cred are respected throughout the industry. Do you have the charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent to go beyond San Myshuno? Can you take your skills nationwide to get to the platform as a Game Analyst? Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 1952 Per Day: 9760 Schedule: --WTFSS Objectives: Logic 6 CSPN Game Analyst You're one of the best commentators in sports. You're respected and admired, and for good reason. Your work-ethic and your passion for the SBA are second-to-none. Now you'll be able to share all of your knowledge from the booth, with SBA fans on a regular basis. The good ones provide insight, analysis, background information and humor and help us understand and enjoy the game. You aim to be the best, so you can land your own show! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2884 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 9, Logic 7, Comedy 2 CSPN Prime-Time Studio Analyst The SBA has long been a star-driven league, from the days of Wilt and Russell, to the era of Larry, Magic and Michael, to more modern times of Shaq, Kobe, AI and the current generation of King James' reign. Perhaps in the SBA more than any other major American sport, the announcers have been as much a part of the game as the players. Is it possible that you're more important to the game of basketball as a studio analyst than you were as a Hall of Fame player? Your paycheck certainly thinks so! Mood: Energized PTO: .33 Hourly: 2884 Per Day: 26920 Schedule: -TWTFS- Objectives: Charisma 10, Logic 8, Comedy 5 Career cheat is tested and working! Select CTRL+SHIFT+C Enter: testingcheats on And then: careers.promote career_Adult_UltimateSbaBaller I did not in ANY way base this on any other career. It's 100% my own creation and a LOT of work went into it. So... Thank you so much in advance if you decide to try Ultimate SBA Baller. I hope your Sim enjoys living ALL their pro basketball dreams.

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[wavemaker9]

So I realized the first people on the Oasis that Toni doesn’t really get along with are Austin and Kyle and that’s really good? 

Bffs with Mel, that strong war tie. Then Ivan joins and Toni’s a little iffy about Ivan but Ivan proves to be good at his job, friendly and respectful if not a little awkward (both feeling awkward sometimes + also occasionally doing things that aren’t standard society-wise so causing awkwardness), and determined to prove himself on the crew. Then Cian joins and Cian’s super friendly and chill but also knows his stuff and even if Toni doesn’t have quite as much in common with him, they’re still pretty good friends. Cami and Gil both join and Toni ends up befriending them the most, he’s absolutely charmed with Cami and Gil makes him laugh and relax in a way he realizes he hasn’t in a while, and Mel will always be his best friend on the ship, it started with the two of them and it’ll end that way, he’s sure of it, but Gil and Cami fall into slots 2 and 3 pretty quickly. Micha probably Toni isn’t immediately impressed with, but Mel insists on letting him on the ship so Toni isn’t going to argue her letting her family travel with them and I’d imagine they’d get along in little ways. Probably the least close of toni’s relays, but /please/ imagine any conversation where Micha and Toni are left to their own devices to sass anyone else + talk about how great mel is. He likes everyone and then… who joins but Kyle and Austin! I’ve made it no secret that Toni likes austin here about as much as any other AU. Austin acts like he doesn’t want to be on the ship half the time and like he doesn’t want to be around Kyle the other half, despite the fact that the Oasis is doing /him/ a favor more or less and that from what he can see of them, Austin needs Kyle just as much as he needs Austin. Like I don’t think Toni /hates/ either one of them but man is he just constantly irked by austin’s whole existence. The only thing they have in common is pride in their own beliefs and that’s not the only thing you want in common between two people. And like Kyle's better but barely. He has more natural talent but less refined skill, he has more drive and determination but less focus. I think I mentioned in a GTA post that Toni tends to see Kyle as wasting potential and that’s not to the same level here but like. still kind of legit. I just very much like him bringing that up to mel when they first join and haven’t really become a part of the team yet. Like are we sure we’re keeping them to the next job? I heard this next planet is a really good place for fresh starts! Of course that eases up and then stops the longer they’re on the ship, but i like this starting period where these two just invade this nice perfect ship of all these people toni liked right away.

OH! But another possible scene in an AU of Austin and Toni actually getting along for two seconds, though: I kind of like Toni overhearing Austin’s conversation with Kyle after the whole Doug thing and like. Actually impressed? Oh look, Austin can grow as a person just like he gets his plants to grow, who’d have thought. I like him not confronting Austin immediately after the whole ‘kyle’s dead’ thing, which I would assume happens before the doug thing. At least not directly. A brief discussion to explain himself, he didn’t mean to be a total asshole, but Austin has to show his appreciation for others, specifically kyle, outside of when the man is dying or he might miss his opportunity. Food for thought! Then fast forward to this and Toni surprising Austin one evening with a specially made meal. I think I want it to be something where the group had to talk about favorite meals once, maybe even like if you could have any meal ever, what would it be. like the convo started and everyone went around in the group until it got to kyle who described some big delicious meal of like super good meats cooked just right and the best beer he can imagine and blah blah blah, before elbowing austin all tin your turn, what would you pick if you could eat any meal in the verse! Austin trying to pass before being pressured into giving an answer and him stumbling before offering one that’s like super simple, like a small ice cream sundae with strawberry syrup, or whatever the future equivalent is. When pressed on that not really being a grand meal like most others gave or that he doesn’t usually seem to like sweets, he won’t get into details why he’d pick that and just tries to go back to his book, with only Kyle seeming to get anything about what Austin’s talking about but deciding not to speak up when he catches Austin shoot a look at him as he starts to explain his brother’s answer for him. When it was clear neither would explain why a simple sundae was the one meal Austin would want to eat out of anything he could dream up, Toni at the time had playfully called out a ‘boo! Next person!’ to move the topic on because of course austin’s answer would be boring, let’s hear about cool thing X would pick instead! But in the present, Austin trying to read in some more secluded area and toni just showing up with a little sundae with strawberry syrup. Insists austin not worry about how he found the things and didn’t let the crew know about it where they could eat it up first, just enjoy. Austin is /very/ suspicious, like if i eat this is it going to make me sick? Make my mouth or insides look/feel weird? Or will you just cut to the chase and poison me? What are you up to? And toni laughing in surprise before asking if Austin really thinks he hates him that much. Austin like no, I /know/ you hate me that much. You told me my brother was dead when he wasn’t. You don’t do that to someone you /like/. Toni admits he might have overstepped himself a little bit there (Austin: /Might?/) and apologizes, reiterating with more details how he was trying to help Austin learn a lesson, and maybe he was a bit of a harsh teacher, but also, Austin hasn’t forgotten said lesson, has he? Austin unimpressed, still not eating the food, like oh yeah, I definitely still remember the time /you told me my brother was dead/, good job, professor fernandez. Toni letting out a mix between a chuckle and a sigh, before declaring he was wrong. Not just about that. He saw how Austin tried to help the crew with dealing with Doug, how he tried to protect Kyle from a threat Austin knew Kyle would fall victim to, how he did his best to help make Kyle understand his worth. He took action and showed determination on this in a way he rarely has, he worked with the crew and helped protect them from a potentially large loss in a way he rarely has, and he made how much he values Kyle crystal clear in a way he rarely has. Toni was starting to think Austin was incapable of a lot of that, especially all at once, but he was wrong, so… consider this a Sorry Sundae. He really did underestimate Austin; not much, but enough to warrant an apology for it. Austin still skeptical for a moment before waving off Toni’s comment. He decidedly doesn’t say anything to forgive toni or say it’s alright, but more justifies what he did with the doug issue was what he needed to do and was also for his own peace of mind as well, it’s not as impressive as Toni’s making it out to be or whatever. Toni chuckling, shaking his head before starting to stand up, at least offering that he should eat the sundae before it melts. Austin hesitates before asking again that it’s not poisoned or something, saying that Toni has to remember that Camille and Amelia probably won’t be thrilled if he poisons their main source of flowers and fruits. Toni laughing again, crossing his heart that the most dangerous thing in there are the calories, jajaja. Austin quiet for a beat before offering a thanks and taking a bite, actually smiling at the taste. As Toni starts to leave, Austin asking if he cares why Austin picked this meal as the best meal he could ever have? Toni stopping at the door, quiet for a second as if in consideration, before nodding, genuinely answering that yes, he is, if austin’s willing to tell him. Austin 100% considers just being like “I’m not; thanks for the sundae, have a good night.” but he does actually tell toni and it’s basically like. Nostalgia. Literal comfort food. When he was little and in a bad mood, his dad would make two ice cream sundaes with strawberry syrup and they’d sit together talking as they ate their treats until austin felt better. Austin had mentioned that to Kyle when they started to become friends, and in the year after Austin’s parents died, that following birthday of Austin’s, Kyle took some money to buy supplies to make ice cream sundaes for them just like austin’s dad had. and austin had cried about it and for once kyle just let them sit in peace until austin’d calmed down and he told him it was fine even when austin was really embarrassed, and then he took all the blame when his mom got mad at him for ‘wasting her money’ on that. Then later, the night after she’d taken all their remaining funds and left them, Kyle stole supplies to make sundaes again, and they sat out on the porch, watching the stars, eating their ice cream, and trying to figure out what to do next. It’s a simple treat, he knows, he gets that. He could wish for a whole mountain of ice cream if he wanted to, but he /doesn’t/ want that. To him, the sundae just means... family, he guesses. It just means ‘I’ve got your back, I’m with you, you’re not alone’, and even as a loner, knowing he has /someone/, whether it was his parents or Kyle or even, and he lifts the sundae Toni made, this crew… it’s important to him. After a beat and Toni’s surprised silence, he sighs and waves off what he said, thanking Toni again for the sundae, it’s very good. After another beat, Toni suddenly starts back towards austin, stopping next to him and leaning in close to look Austin in the eye and put a hand on his shoulder, telling him firmly, “Austin Brown, listen to me. I know you ain’t exactly trusting of the things I tell you anymore, but if you’re only gonna ever believe one thing I say, make it this. /You are a part of this crew/. Sundae or not, we will /always/ have your back. We’re a family and no matter how we get along, we look out for each other, no questions asked. As long as you are on this ship, as long as you are in this crew, you will /never/ be totally alone.” and it’s Austin’s turn to stare back in surprise for a moment, before slowly nodding and giving a half-stunned, “I-... th-thank you.” at which point Toni smiles and warmly says, “Of course! Now enjoy your sundae and have a good night.” before patting his shoulder and turning to leave. Austin still completely caught off guard even once left alone, but it’s a better night getting to enjoy the treat as he returns to his book.

I think this should also be after the one thing of austin being captured and not expecting anyone coming for him until he’s surprised they did. If that was following this, I think he’d have a half-hope tehy might come for him, whereas him being totally surprised then and then this being the confirmation later on that that wasn’t just “we didn’t want kyle to come alone” or “mel didn’t want to lose her veggie source” or some other shit but instead was “you’re important to this crew and we weren’t going to abandon you no matter what” is way way better.

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[ninawritesastory]

Kenny Headcanons

Since it’s Kenny’s birthday, I figured now would be as good a time as any to post some headcanons I have about him.

- Kenny has issues with financial security, so throughout middle school and high school he works three to four semi-steady sort of jobs and takes on a number of by-contract type of jobs. The semi-steady jobs are: waiter/busboy at City Wok, newspaper delivery, farmhand at Farmer Bill’s, and seasonal work picking fruit/veggies at local orchards/farms. The by-contract jobs can range from fake dating to fixing bikes to landscaping, and Kenny develops a wide and diverse skill set.

- He saves up at least half of every paycheck he gets and rotates between three separate funds: Karen’s college fund, the apartment/house fund, and his own college fund.

- Throughout college (and the rest of his life), Kenny is constantly diversifying his income sources. They range from ordinary jobs to online ventures to babysitting to stocks to eventually opening several of his own businesses (each in a different niche). He does a lot of freelance writing and journalism, and becomes pretty good with a camera in order to increase his profitability.

- Kenny spends a LOT of time on teach-yourself type websites. He watches a shit-ton of tutorials on YouTube and the like, reads every how-to book he can get his hands, and learns from observation when he can.

(Putting the rest under a read more because there are A LOT.)

- He has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and goes between three distinct main alters: there’s Kenny, Mysterion, and Princess. Normally Kenny’s the host and therefore the one fronting most of the time, with Mysterion taking over from time to time---particularly when they’re confronted with any sort of danger. Princess rarely takes control, and it’s unclear what sort of circumstances trigger her. She’s most likely to take over around Karen, though. He doesn’t have any blackout amnesia issues when he switches with Mysterion or Princess, but the memories they acquire take on a sort of third-person POV feel, kind of like Kenny’s watching them instead of physically being part of them.

- Going off that, Kenny’s system, while small, is very fluid. He’s aware of his main alters (there are a handful of lesser developed alters he’s unaware of that hold particularly traumatizing memories but they virtually never front) and most of his switches are planned. However, both Mysterion and Princess are capable of keeping certain memories from him if they deem it necessary.

- Mysterion is built largely out of Kenny’s heroic tendencies and sense of justice. He’s probably the most serious of the three, and holds the lion’s share of Kenny’s leadership skills. Princess has most of Kenny’s cunning and manipulative behaviors. If Kenny decides to use less-than-moral methods to achieve his goals, it’s highly likely that Princess will be the one to handle those situations. In a lot of ways, she’s Mysterion’s opposite. However, she also takes on a lot of Kenny’s more nurturing and empathetic feelings. 

- They are all fucking reckless as hell, but in different ways. Kenny’s reckless in that he places absolutely no value on his own life. Considering he comes back every time he dies, Kenny is willing to try a lot of dangerous stuff ranging from stupid stunts to drugs and beyond. Mysterion is constantly on his case about it, considering he was formed initially as a protector identity. Unlike Kenny, Mysterion’s recklessness is calculated: since he’s aware that death isn’t final for them, he’s willing to put himself into more danger than others and uses it to his advantage in combat. Princess’ reckless tendencies come from her empathy; she’s way more willing to take chances and risks emotionally than either Kenny or Mysterion. Anytime Kenny makes progress in his interpersonal relationships, that’s a result of her influence.

- Due to the separation between himself and his alters, Kenny doesn’t really view himself in a very positive light. In his mind, Mysterion’s the brave hero who’s done so much for the town and Princess is the intelligent, confident, caring one. He sees himself more as a bad influence and perpetual screw-up.

- Kenny and Princess are both pansexual, but Mysterion is straight. Kenny’s demiromantic and both Princess and Mysterion are aromantic. It kind of makes relationships a bit of a challenge, especially when Kenny develops a romantic attraction to another guy.

- Fucking loves 80s remixes of pop songs. His favorite is the one with Alejandro by Lady Gaga. Aside from that, Kenny’s taste in music is very eclectic.

- His fashion sense is both fucking amazing and semi-questionable at times. You can actually kind of tell who’s more in control on a particular day based on how Kenny’s dressed. If it’s a more masculine sort of outfit, that’s Mysterion; more feminine, that’s Princess; a weird mix of both, that’s Kenny. The kid will wear fishnets under ripped jeans and a croptop when left to his own devices.

- Kenny lets his hair grow out to about his collarbones. Mysterion can just put it into a ponytail and Princess is quite fond of parting it into a set of cute bushy pigtails.

- While Kenny engages in a few pseudo-relationships and some not-so-safe sex throughout his teen years, he eventually develops feelings for Butters and falls hard for him. Even though he doesn’t really know about the whole DID and alters thing, Butters is really good at picking up on the subtleties of Kenny’s switches.

- He is severely nihilistic. The constant dying-and-reviving thing has really warped his perception and value of the world.

- Kenny has a weakness for cute things. It has nothing to do with Princess, he just loves cute stuff. The kid would have eighty-seven of those phone charms shaped like food with the cute smiling faces on them if he had the money.

- He was conceived in that ritual the Cult of Cthulhu got his parents into, and he’s supposed to be a sort of portal through which Cthulhu can properly enter the mortal realm. (Kind of in the same vein as the whole Raven/Trigon thing in Teen Titans.) This would actually permanently kill Kenny. It’s supposed to come to fruition on Kenny’s 18th birthday. 

- Kenny has violet eyes as a result of Cthulhu’s interference. His eyes glow a bit in the dark and when he’s feeling intense emotion.

-Kenny has the potential to go full-on Eldritch Abomination if he’s pushed far enough.

- Despite his poor self-image, Kenny still has a firm moral compass and desire to do good. He will willingly sacrifice himself to save his friends without any influence from Mysterion. He’s very protective of the people he cares about, and places far greater value in their lives and continued survival than he does in his own. (This will continue even after the curse is broken.)

- He grows up to have a facial structure very similar to his father’s. Kenny shaves religiously in order to avoid any further resemblance to the man. (Which is kind of a shame, since he personally thinks he’d look good with a beard. But he can’t get past the strong resemblance, so no beards for him.)

- Kenny would love to be a housewife. However, an entire childhood of abject poverty has left him with a lot of mental blocks preventing him from enjoying that kind of life. Kenny needs to be bringing in a certain amount of income or he starts to get anxious.

- He loves to sing. He’ll sing pretty much anything, but only when he’s alone. People have caught him humming to himself in public, though. He has a great voice, and come middle school it becomes the music teacher’s mission to get Kenny into the choir. His range is enviable and his lung capacity is the stuff of legends.

- Kenny doesn’t play any sports in school due to the expense, but he joins a few intramural teams where the cost is much less. He really likes soccer. He also learns archery, and gets inspired by Lars Andersen, so he gets really fucking good at more medieval style archery.

- The boy never gets past 5’6’’. He doesn’t eat nearly enough or nearly well enough to gain much in the way of height. While he’s not the shortest guy in school (that would Kevin Stoley), he’s dwarfed by most of his friends. It’s a point of contention with him, and he hates when people point it out.

- Kenny and Kevin were very close when they were little, even sharing a room, but when Kenny started to die on a regular basis, Kenny was put in his own room and the two had a falling out when Kevin couldn’t remember any of his deaths. When he gets a bit older, Kenny regrets the fight and wishes he could be that close to his brother again, but instead tries to emulate that relationship with Karen.

- Kenny’s closest to his mother, and she’s his preferred parent. She’d be his go-to parent if he felt he could rely on his parents for decent advice or help. He loves her very much and wants to get her out of poverty, too. The fact that there’s not all that much he can really do to help her is a bit of a sore spot, which feeds into why he’s so focused on taking care of Karen.

- His likelihood of being killed skyrockets on his birthday. As a result, Kenny has never had a birthday party by any stretch of the phrase, he’s never received a single birthday present (although most people swear they gave him one), and he’s grown to kind of hate his birthday. He’s taken to hiding out in his room if he can manage it, but that’s not always successful.

- Kenny goes through a severe nihilistic phase in middle school (around sixth grade, actually) where he doesn’t even bother to try. He ends up borderline-failing everything and starts smoking and hanging out with the goths in order to bitch about how much life sucks. (Butters ends up getting sick of it around April of that school year and essentially manhandles Kenny back into giving a shit about school and life in general.)

- As he gets older, Kenny’s friendships start to shift. He hangs out with Stan and Kyle less and starts hanging out with Craig, Tweek, Bebe, and Red more often. (Ironically all four are the only ‘out’ kids in their class.) He drops Cartman altogether.

- Kenny and Red end up fake dating for nearly a year in order to get Red’s dad off her back. (He doesn’t take her coming out as a lesbian very well, and it’s either pretend to be straight with Kenny or try to dodge her dad’s underhanded efforts to ‘straighten her up’.) This is what spawns the whole ‘fake dating’ business Kenny ends up running throughout high school. He even starts to plan switches with Princess in order to help the guys out, too.

- Kenny has seriously considered applying to Raisins.

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