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I got my work wife to watch Our Flags Means Death. (Because I lovingly think she's Ed coded and told her so)... And today she just randomly giggled and called me Stede coded.
We have decided for Halloween we are dressing up as them respectively.
#apparently her bf got a little jelly and I i responded that we could make him dress up as Izzy because he is short and feral#she agreed#this means i have have to dress my husband up as Mary#should be a good time#my life#our flag means death#im looking up the cost of silk pants on my lunch break
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It’s Pride 2023! Time to put up some more comic recs!
This time I’ve put together some stories about discovering one’s own queer identity, outlining a family history of queerness, and several stories where being queer isn’t the focus - queer characters are simply allowed to be.
Belle of the Ball By Mari Costa
High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her.
And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.
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The Moth Keeper By Kay O’Neill
Anya is finally a Moth Keeper, the protector of the lunar moths that allow the Night-Lily flower to bloom once a year. Her village needs the flower to continue thriving and Anya is excited to prove her worth and show her thanks to her friends with her actions, but what happens when being a Moth Keeper isn't exactly what Anya thought it would be?
The nights are cold in the desert and the lunar moths live far from the village. Anya finds herself isolated and lonely. Despite Anya's dedication, she wonders what it would be like to live in the sun. Her thoughts turn into an obsession, and when Anya takes a chance to stay up during the day to feel the sun's warmth, her village and the lunar moths are left to deal with the consequences.
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Hollow By Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White & Berenice Nelle
Isabel "Izzy" Crane and her family have just relocated to Sleepy Hollow, the town made famous by—and obsessed with—Washington Irving's legend of the Headless Horseman. But city slicker-skeptic Izzy has no time for superstition as she navigates life at a new address, a new school, and, with any luck, with new friends. Ghost stories aren't real, after all....
Then Izzy is pulled into the orbit of the town's teen royalty, Vicky Van Tassel (yes, that Van Tassel) and loveable varsity-level prankster Croc Byun. Vicky's weariness with her family connection to the legend turns to terror when the trio begins to be haunted by the Horseman himself, uncovering a curse set on destroying the Van Tassel line. Now, they have only until Halloween night to break it—meaning it's a totally inconvenient time for Izzy to develop a massive crush on the enigmatic Vicky.
Can Izzy's practical nature help her face the unknown—or only trip her up? As the calendar runs down to the 31st, Izzy will have to use all of her wits and work with her new friends to save Vicky and uncover the mystery of the legendary Horseman of Sleepy Hollow—before it's too late.
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Until I Meet my Husband By Ryousuke Nanasaki & Yoshi Tsukizuki
The memoir of gay activist Ryousuke Nanasaki and the first religiously recognized same-sex marriage in Japan.
From school crushes to awkward dating sites to finding a community, this collection of stories recounts the author’s “firsts” as a young gay man searching for love. Dating is never ever easy, but that goes doubly so for Ryousuke, whose journey is full of unrequited loves and many speed bumps. But perseverance and time heals all wounds, even those of the heart.
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Is Love the Answer? By Uta Isaki
When it comes to love, high schooler Chika wonders if she might be an alien. She’s never fallen for or even had a crush on anyone, and she has no desire for physical intimacy. Her friends tell her that she just "hasn't met the one yet," but Chika has doubts... It's only when Chika enters college and meets peers like herself that she realizes there’s a word for what she feels inside--asexual--and she’s not the only one. After years of wondering if love was the answer, Chika realizes that the answer she long sought may not exist at all--and that that's perfectly normal.
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M Is for Monster By Talia Dutton
When Doctor Frances Ai's younger sister Maura died in a tragic accident six months ago, Frances swore she would bring her back to life. However, the creature that rises from the slab is clearly not Maura. This girl, who chooses the name "M," doesn't remember anything about Maura's life and just wants to be her own person. However, Frances expects M to pursue the same path that Maura had been on—applying to college to become a scientist—and continue the plans she and Maura shared. Hoping to trigger Maura's memories, Frances surrounds M with the trappings of Maura's past, but M wants nothing to do with Frances' attempts to change her into something she's not.
In order to face the future, both Frances and M need to learn to listen and let go of Maura once and for all. Talia Dutton's debut graphic novel, M Is for Monster, takes a hard look at what it means to live up to other people's expectations—as well as our own.
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Golden Sparkle By Minta Suzumaru
Himaru Uehara’s first year of high school is off to a good start, minus one problem—he keeps having wet dreams. With only his mom and sister at home—and having skipped health class in middle school—he thinks it means there’s something wrong with him. Thankfully, a new friend has just the remedy and teaches Himaru exactly how to deal with those pesky dreams! But his solution only leads to more confusion, and the two find themselves navigating feelings they’ve never felt before.
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Thieves By Lucie Bryon
Ella can’t seem to remember a single thing from the party the night before at a mysterious stranger’s mansion, and she sure as heck doesn’t know why she’s woken up in her bed surrounded by a magpie’s nest of objects that aren’t her own. And she can’t stop thinking about her huge crush on Madeleine, who she definitely can’t tell about her sudden penchant for kleptomania… But does Maddy have secrets of her own? Can they piece together that night between them and fix the mess of their chaotic personal lives in time to form a normal, teenage relationship? That would be nice.
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Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic By Alison Bechdel
Meet Alison's father, a historic preservation expert and obsessive restorer of the family's Victorian home, a third-generation funeral home director, a high school English teacher, an icily distant parent, and a closeted homosexual who, as it turns out, is involved with his male students and a family babysitter. Through narrative that is alternately heartbreaking and fiercely funny, we are drawn into a daughter's complex yearning for her father. And yet, apart from assigned stints dusting caskets at the family-owned "fun home," as Alison and her brothers call it, the relationship achieves its most intimate expression through the shared code of books. When Alison comes out as homosexual herself in late adolescense, the denouement is swift, graphic -- and redemptive.
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She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat By Sakaomi Yuzaki
Cooking is how Nomoto de-stresses, but one day, she finds herself making way more than she can eat by herself. And so, she invites her neighbor Kasuga, who also lives alone. What will come out of this impromptu dinner invitation...?
Kasuga and Nomoto promised to spend their Christmas and New Year’s together. Now, they find themselves learning more about each other’s families through the food sent by Nomoto’s mother. Cute character bento, salmon and rice, stollen, fruit sandwiches, roast beef…Nomoto and Kasuga warm up to each other over a cheerful holiday season.
#Pride 2023#book rec#comic#graphic novel#autobio#fantasy#science fiction#high school#queer#lesbian#gay#asexual#intersex#bisexual#romance#book recs#pride#LGBTQIA#LGBT comic
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Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader
An As You Wish story
Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs
Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.
Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕
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[As You Wish masterlist]
If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes.
They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are.
Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early.
Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong.
“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes.
Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”
“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up.
“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”
“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him.
You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her.
Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures.
“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.”
Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”
“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”
Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.
“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”
“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”
“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.”
Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does.
“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”
“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.”
The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.
“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice.
Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”
“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide.
In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie.
“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent.
Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless.
“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses.
“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”
Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros.
Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.
“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him.
He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.
“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated.
Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”
“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”
Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”
“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”
The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie.
“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add.
“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason.
“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”
“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear.
Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin.
“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison.
“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers.
You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad.
“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.”
Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.
“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.
“This is never going to end,” he mumbles.
Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.
The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies.
“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.
“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.
“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”
As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture.
“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”
Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”
Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?”
“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”
Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds.
Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.
Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion.
“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone.
“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out.
The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.
“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”
A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.
You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends.
“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!”
You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much.
But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s.
“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders.
“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.
Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes.
“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil.
“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her.
“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.
It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.
Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile.
“Ready to go in?” you ask.
“Uh huh.”
You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey.
A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”
For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her.
“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”
“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.”
You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class.
“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”
“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie. “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”
“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.
Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges.
You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her.
“I know, Mommy.”
Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her.
“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you.
“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk.
“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.
Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”
“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”
“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”
“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”
“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.
You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”
Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.
“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?
She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you.
“I love you!”
Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge.
Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”
She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”
You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle.
Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in.
Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle.
You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.
“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.
At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask.
“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”
You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth.
The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table.
“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one.
With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit.
“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.
Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”
The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you.
“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.”
He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine.
“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”
You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines.
“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.
“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.
Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”
“I know,” you say with a giggle.
Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud.
“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”
His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”
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Pedro Pascal
♡ = smut ☆= fluff ➹ = angst
PEDRO PASCAL
Will you kiss me? →You are a famous actress who Pedro has a crush on, and he finally gets to meet you once you get both invited to The Graham Norton Show (☆)
Very good friends → No one knows that you and your co-star Pedro are in a relationship, and as you get interviewed, it turns out you're both really bad at keeping it a secret (☆)
Marie → Pedro pascal x actress!reader (☆)
My hero → You and Pedro find out the Last of Us has won 3 MTV awards (☆)
The carpet → You and your husband Pedro prepare for a red carpet, but once you're there you have a wardrobe malfunction, luckily, he's there to help. (☆)
-Requests-
Hurt/comfort:
Sick day → Pedro pascal x sick!reader (☆)
All I need → comforting Pedro after a nightmare (☆)
You bled through on Pedro’s bed
Reader has a bad day (hurt/comfort)
You ask Pedro to practice a break-up scene and he gets in his head
Cuddling with Pedro after a bad day
Comforting Pedro
You're stressed because of an exam and Pedro takes care of you
Pedro x sick!reader (rushing to the er)
You start to cry because of mean comments about your relationship on the internet, but Pedro comforts you
Pedro takes care of you while you're sick and you end up having your first kiss
Reader has pots disease (☆)
jealousy:
At the Met → You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways (☆+➹) pt. 2
Pedro is jealous of one of your co-stars
Pedro is jealous of your ex (pt.2)
Pedro’s jealous of one of your friends
Pedro’s jealous of your best friend
Pedro gets jealous at the Beyonce concert
jealous!reader
Pedro is jealous of how your friends talk about you and ends up confessing his feelings.
you open the door only wearing a shirt and panties and Pedro gets jealous
Pedro's jealous of another actor because he said in an interview he has a crush on you
Dad!Pedro:
Daddy! → You and your daughter visit Pedro on set (☆) [pt.2]
Pedro x pregnant!reader
Pedro with your daughter
You and Pedro have a child and are very famous
Pedro dresses up as mando for halloween for your daughter
Pedro falls in love with pregnant!reader
Pedro has the perfect day with his daughter and you
You and Pedro finding out you're having twins
Protective!Pedro:
Sick day → Pedro pascal x sick!reader (☆)
You and Pedro had a fight but he’s still very protective of you
Sexier ones:
Pool → A hot pool lesson with Pedro (☆)
You're mad at him, but you're trying for a baby and you're ovulating (bathtub scene from Queen charlotte inspired)
Pedro trying to wake you up in the morning with kisses
He kisses you while you’re fighting
Pedro being your first time
Others:
Mama → Pedro Pascal x interviewer!reader (☆)
First kiss with Pedro (☆)
Pedro is a bad flirt (☆)
Surprising Pedro for his Birthday (☆)
Random fluff (☆)
You wake up to find Pedro starting at you (☆)
Pedro wipes your make up off after you feel asleep (☆)
An Interview to Pedro about your marriage
You’re on face-time when the emmy nominations get announced
Groomzilla
The Diet → tw: eating disorder (☆+➹)
Pedro proposes to you
Waking up with Pedro while on vacation
Pedro takes care of you while you’re drunk
Watching a football match with Pedro but you’re on opposite teams
Making pasta with Pedro
Pedro helps you take a shower
You and Pedro get set up on a blind date
Pedro gets in his head and starts wondering if, after all, you actually want children
Reader doesn't believe in love, and is not sure if she wants to give Pedro a chance
Pedro and wife!reader get matching tattoos
Supporting Pedro at snl
You get insecure about you and Pedro's age gap, but he reassures you
Angry love confession in the rain
You and Pedro's first kiss (you're both actors and fall in love while filming a movie)
Pregnant!reader and Pedro at the SAG awards
You and Pedro (your co-star) get a little too drunk and have your first kiss
Pedro joins in on your skincare routine
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Challenge for the writers 2024
hello, to all the sturniolo fandom writers
I've made a little challenge for you guys that I would like you to participate in
I'm going to write down a bunch of songs down below and I need you to write down a one shot inspired by that song.
This is obviously optional for everyone if you don't want to do this then no problem!
I will edit this post whenever someone has posted a one shot inspired by the song so no one gets blamed for copying
You guys have no limits. I will choose one winner for each category and two runner ups as well
If you see any songs that are like this it means they're taken
The challenge will end at 10th April, and the winners will be revealed a couple days later
Category's
Smut
Fluff
Angst
Rules:
Choose a song
DM me what song you have picked
Tag me in your post
Specify which category you're participating in
And have fun!
Songs:
"Slut!"- Taylor Swift
Make You Mine- Maddison Beer
Golden Hour- JVKE
Better Than Revenge- Taylor Swift
Back To December- Taylor Swift
Is it Over Now- Taylor Swift
Low- SZA
Playing Dangerous- Lana Del Rey
Get Him Back!- Olivia Rodrigo
Labour- Paris Paloma
Bloodline- Ariana Grande
So It Goes...- Taylor Swift
Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince- Taylor Swift
Should've said no- Taylor Swift
The Great War- Taylor Swift
Willow- Taylor Swift
Lavender Haze- Taylor Swift
Labyrinth- Taylor Swift
Cupid- FIFTY-FIFTY and Sabrina Carpenter
Our Song- Taylor Swift
Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter
Feather- Sabrina Carpenter
The Heart Wants What It Wants- Selena Gomez
Shake It Off- Taylor Swift
I Knew You Were Trouble- Taylor Swift
Red- Taylor Swift
West Coast- Lana Del Rey
22- Taylor Swift
Bejeweled- Taylor Swift
The Man- Taylor Swift
Style- Taylor Swift
Blank Space- Taylor Swift
Wonderland- Taylor Swift
Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift
Bad Blood- Taylor Swift
Vigilante Shit- Taylor Swift
Strangers- Kenya Grace
Delicate- Taylor Swift
End Game- Taylor Swift
I Did Something Bad- Taylor Swift
Paper Rings- Taylor Swift
Anti-Hero- Taylor Swift
Bad Idea Right?- Olivia Rodrigo
Enchanted- Taylor Swift
Gorgeous- Taylor Swift
Speak Now- Taylor Swift
Bubble Pop Electric- Gwen Stefani
Cardigan- Taylor Swift
Dress- Taylor Swift
Lover- Taylor Swift
Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift
Earned it- The Weeknd
...Ready For It?- Taylor Swift
Superman- Eminem
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High- Arctic Monkeys
Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood, Syd
Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift
Don't Blame Me- Taylor Swift
Video Games- Lana Del Rey
Salvatore- Lana Del Rey
Million Dollar Man- Lana Del Rey
Art Deco- Lana Del Rey
Radio- Lana Del Rey
Sad Girl- Lana Del Rey
Vampire- Olivia Rodrigo
Everybody Wants To Rule The World- Tears For Fears
National Anthem- Lana Del Rey
Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey
Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood
I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together- Taylor Swift
Karma- Taylor Swift
Because I Liked A Boy- Sabrina Carpenter
Say Yes To Heaven- Lana Del Rey
Boyfriend- Dove Cameron
Older- Isabel LaRosa
I'm Yours- Isabel LaRosa
Eyes Don't Lie- Isabel LaRosa
HEARTBEAT- Isabel LaRosa
all-american bitch- Olivia Rodrigo
People You Know- Selena Gomez
Can't Catch Me Now- Olivia Rodrigo
You Belong With Me- Taylor Swift
Iconique- EMELINE
American Horror Show- SNOW WIFE
Reckless- Madison Beer
CARNIVAL- Kanye West, Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid, etc.
Water- Tyla
Exes- Tate McRae
Agora Hills- Doja Cat
Barbie World- Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice
Moonlight- Kali Uchis
Houdini- Dua Lipa
Slumber Party- Ashnikko, Princess Nokia
Greedy- Tate McRae
Obsessed- Olivia Rodrigo
Softcore- The Neighbourhood
Freaks- Surf Curse
Twin Size Mattress- The Front Bottoms
Me and My Husband- Mitski
Always Forever- Cults
Yes, and?- Ariana Grande
Super Freaky Girl- Nicki Minaj
American Jesus- Nessa Barrett
That's my Girl- Fifth Harmony
2002- Anne-Marie
One of The Girls- The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lili-Rose Depp
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The triplets kittens snuck in to NRC to see their big sister figure Crewle daughter, and seeing her they all are happy and admire her alot, and she adore them as if they are their siblings
What's more that childhood friends knows if you're close when they called you big brother
Vil, Leona, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Deuce be when the kitties calling them big brother and quietly said " can you marry big sis (yn)?? We think you'll be a good mate/husband for them "
The Kittens | Crewel Daughter Reader
The kittens would rather infiltrate the princess academy because that is where you usually are
And when they do they’re pampered beyond compare
So its entirely different when they end up in NRC
Now the thing with NRC is that the school is on a private island
That takes a lot to travel to anyway
So the only way they’ll end up there is through nefarious means
Beating up and apprehending their kidnapper
They don’t know what to do but they recognize their beloved godfather
“Ah my little kittens, what are you doing here?”
Appalled by their journey
he takes good care of them and eventually the beast children meet your obsessive suitors:
Vil Schoenheit
“So Miwster Vil?”
“Yes, young Marie?”
“Awr you taken by anyone?”
“You mean…romantically? Well, you know me and (Y/n) have been together since the beginning.”
“Ooooh so you’ll marry godsiwster one day?”
“Hehehe, yes.”
He knows he’s destined to be with you
He’s just happy your godsiblings can recognize him as your lover already
He treats them well despite Toulese and Berlioz puffing their chests at him
Whipping children into beautiful shape is his expertise
Naturally, when Duchess is finally able to pick them up she recognizes him
“Oh thank you, Vil! Their hair! And their dress! They look divine! But even in your youth, you were such a proper gentleman!”
“Why thank you, Duchess. Your praise is an honor.”
He expects this will carry over when Duchess and Marie talk next
Leona Kingscholar
“Hey! Big Bwother!”
“Ugh what?!”
“Are you gonna marry (Y/n)!?!?”
“What?”
“Big sis! Are you gonna be her mate fwor life?”
“...Yeah, if anyone tells you different bite them for me.”
“Yes th-thwir!”
Toulouse the little orange cat boy is set on following the strong lion around
Similar to Cheka in that he endlessly follows Leona around
But his energy is more like Jack in that he admires the dorm leader’s strength and coolness
He doesn’t immediately push him away because he’s so familiar with you
He knows this kid will be singing his praises to you when he finally meets back up with you
“Y-your highness!? I apologize for any trouble my son might have given you!”
“It’s fine. The little tiger is definitely going places.”
“I’m so grateful! Thank you, your highness.”
Yeah, he better deliver
Maybe putting the wall of you visiting if the little tike ever wants to see him again
Azul Ashengrotto
“You’re vewy smart big browther!”
“Why thank you!”
“Will you marry big sis (Y/n)?”
“E-excuse me?”
Berlioz takes to his side right away
Proudly wearing his tie as he cutely escorts guests around
His glasses fog up in heat as he imagines what your kid would be like
Not only will this kid give him rapor with you
The Duchess is a renowned noble in the Shaftlands
A wonderful investor and corroborator for any romantic ventures
“It was an honor tending to your child, he was a pleasure.”
“Well, that certainly puts me at ease. You’re such a bright young man it's hard to believe your so young. Your maturity reminds me of (Y/n) do you know her.”
“Oh I do. More than you’d believe”
Jade Leech
“Well here you are little lady.”
“Why thank you Jade! You truly are quite the gentleman. Big Sis (Y/n) would looove you.”
“Oh would she?”
“Mmmhmm I’ll tell her about you when I get home. But! You have to let me be the flower girl at your wedding, okay?”
“Yes, m’lady.”
He’s got his gentleman butler+ act on lock
Perfect for catering to Marie’s little lady personality
And like a little noble lady she makes promises and is bound to gossip
Which seems to be in favor of Jade
Who smiles as he recognizes the behaviors that she’s copied
From you of course
“Duchess your daughter was a lovely guest.”
“I can’t help but thank you for taking care of her.”
“And I humbly accept.”
Floyd Leech
“Oi oi where ya going so fast?”
“I’m running because I know I need to train to be the fastest tiger ever!”
“Ah? Then let me help you!”
“Wow! You're so fast and strong! I’d say you're a perfwect mwate for Big Sis (Y/n).”
“Yeah I think so too.”
He enjoys the seemingly endless energy of Toulouse
He only runs faster because he’s pumped just thinking about you in the future
Sitting back while he runs with your little one
It's just a matter of time
“Thank you, Floyd. Toulouse is tired out but it seems he had fun.”
“Yeah we did! He was a blast!”
He thinks fondly of him but doesn’t expect much until you thank him later
Deuce Spade
“Ya ever think about marryin’ Big Sis (Y/n)?”
“W-what?! What are y–”
“I think you should. I'd like to have more fun with you!”
He doesn’t connect that Berloiz and you are related in any way
Until the little cat boy flicks his ears as Deuce offhandedly swoons as he talks about you
When he does he gets flustered
Before getting laughed at and going back to playing with him
He bows deeply to Duchess when she returns
“T-thank you for being there for (Y/n)! Consider this a small thank you for that!”
“Oh? Such vigor for a young man. Well, I am grateful you watched over my little gent. I’m sure (Y/n) would be pleased as well.”
“R-really?!”
He can’t help blushing aggressively at your name
He hopes the duchess doesn’t laugh at him when she tells you
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The Gen Z version of "not like other girls" - and as someone who's Gen Z with Gen Alpha siblings, I can confirm it's carried over to Gen Alpha - is to be a tradwife conservative. "I'm not like other girls, who are filthy whores who'll end up alone due to their slutty ways. I don't want a job, I want to wear sundresses and bake and make my husband dinner. Feminism is evil because my strawman idea of feminism is that they want us all to work, even though half my comments section is people pointing out that feminism is the right to choose." Etc, etc.
I have seen multiple fics now with Reader x Canon Character romances with this type of protagonist.
I would greatly prefer we go back to the "Dark Ages" people describe to me of Mary Sues than this. People older than me assure me that it was awful, there were these overpowered women characters who had no flaws and kicked way too much ass and there was no tension and no stakes, etc. But the thing about the polar opposite is that I read women who only go to church, journal, weep when kidnapped by the villain, wear cottagecore pinterest style clothing (which is admittedly nice looking in theory, but often poorly described in fic) and make food for Captain America so he can sweep them off their feet to live their 1950's housewife ideal and I'm not offended, I'm so incredibly bored. I'm sorry, I really worry this is coming across as me crapping on women who want to be housewives, and I truly think that if that makes you happy and you can sustain that lifestyle you should totally go for it. Chase your dreams!
But not everyone's dreams make for a compelling story, especially when you're spending the entirety of the story bashing sluts and whores and girls who "clearly hate being girls" aka aren't wearing dresses and skirts all the time. If your dream involves tearing down other women, it's not really something I can get behind. My dream scenarios usually involve people leaving each other alone re: clothing and employment choices. When I say I want conflict in fic, I meant between characters, not the self-insert and strawmen (strawwomen, I guess?) feminists.
Apparently "I'm not like other girls" used to mean tomboys. Can we go back to that, at least in fanfic? That sounds a lot less grating than this "women belong in the home" stuff.
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Marie would like a sweetheart who would warn her if and if he would be willing to defend her from a sexist neighbor after another neighbor yelled at Marie, when her own ex husband wouldn't care.
I’m sorry if the insults the sexist say are kinda cringe I don’t know how to be mean tbh
TW: Stalking, obsession, casual sexism and sexual harassment
Marie sighed as she looked out of the window, seeing the neighbour that lived across the road from her sitting on the porch outside his house.
“He’s there again,” Marie remarked.
“Hm?” Her husband grumbled, disinterested. Marie pretended she didn’t notice him ogling at the Page 3 Girl in his newspaper.
“He’s sat as well. He’s not going to move.”
“Who?” Her husband asked. Marie sighed.
“The bloke across from us. The one who says all those filthy things to me when he catches me outside.” Her husband briefly looked up from his newspaper, before going back to pretending to read.
“Just ignore him,” he said dismissively.
“No. I think I’ll wait until he’s gone,” Marie said, smoothing down her pinafore. Her husband rolled his eyes and tutted.
“Just go get the washing. Stop being so dramatic about it. Better yet, just use the tumble dryer next time. I paid good money for it,” he moaned, shaking his newspaper straight as he continued to fantasise about the naked young woman on the page. Marie pursed her lips and stormed out the living room, grabbing her wash basket and steeling herself ready to go out and face the outdoors. She opened the door and marched towards the washing line, beginning to take down the clothes. She’d barely been there more than a minute when she heard a whistle echo through the street. She glanced up, seeing the man on the porch grinning salaciously, practically drooling like a pig waiting for the hapless farmer to keel over in the sty. She tried to ignore him, her weathered hands shaking as she continued to work, but in the corner of her eye, she saw the man stand up from where he sat on the porch and padded across the road towards her front garden.
“Nice dress. It’d look better on my bedroom floor,” he said, leaning against the fence as he watched her take a dress off the washing line and fold it into her washing basket.
“You got anything a little more revealing in there?” He asked, gesturing to the basket. “Something a little more private?”
“Oh, just go away!” Marie finally snapped, throwing a peg at him. It bounced harmlessly off the fence, making him laugh at her.
“Now why would I do that, sugar?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be able to see -“ he was interrupted by a firm voice.
“I think you’d better leave,” you said, having come out of your house and approached them. The man glared at you.
“It’s none of your business, it’s between me and sugar here,” he growled. You stepped in front of Marie, maintaining a hard stare of your own.
“I said I think you better leave and take your attitude with you,” you repeated, stamping your foot firmly against the ground. The man took the hint and backed off, cursing as he slinked back to his own house.
“Thank you,” Marie said as you turned to look at her. Her hands still shook and her heart was racing. She put a hand to her face, pretending to adjust her lipstick, but in fact hiding the blush that was forming on her cheeks.
“You okay?” You ask her. She nods.
“It’s nothing I haven’t heard him say before, dirty old man,” she says with a grumble. Why couldn’t her husband be… well, more like you?
“You’ll let me know if he causes you trouble again, right? I will come anytime you need.”
“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” You offer each other polite, restrained smiles, and quickly say your goodbyes before you head back to your own house. Marie can only watch you leave, wishing that you’d stay a little longer.
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Can you do a bash short were he comes back to France with y/n as his wife and they explain why they got married in Secret
Princess’s Make Their Own Rules
Nobody expected the kings Bastard to ever marry anyone. The note that his mother was his mistress was enough for people to turn the other way from the thought. But when Mary arrived at court, so did the Princess from England, and she had some shocking news for everyone at the French court. Stepping down from the carriage my eyes didn't even notice the rest of the court simply because I already had my attention set on the only person I cared about which was Sebastian or as he preferred to be called Bash. He moved through the crowd offering me his arm with a head nod. "Princess Y/n."
"Sebastian." I greeted looping my arm through his when he offered it to me. Together we began walking through the crowd who all just stared confused at us.
Bash tilted his head to the side complimenting on the dress I had worn. It was gold with short sleeves covered with lace. "I would have thought you'd stole into court wearing trousers." His blue eyes scanned me over smirking when he saw my horse riding boots peaking out from underneath.
"My sister is having a hard enough time ruling without a husband. At the very least, I thought I'd make my first impression at court good.. but later, you won't be seeing this ridiculous gown." I whispered the last part in his ear before we saw his half-brother, the now turned King of France Francis, coming towards us.
The blonde curly haired king smiled bowing at the same time I gave him a curtsey. "Princess Y/n, it's pleased to see you back at court."
"I'm glad to be back, you're grace. I was wondering if I could speak with you both privately for a moment?" I glanced between the pair so Francis nodded walking down the closet hallway until we reached an empty chamber door. Bash locked the door so we wouldn't be interrupted.
Francis raised a brow at me. “So what did you want to talk about with me?”
“I needed to give this to you. And ask that you wed me and your brother officially in front of the court.” Reaching for the necklace around my neck I revealed the ring that was hanging from the chain that was Bash’s mother’s ring. Since my sister was Queen Elizabeth we couldn’t legally get married because he was a bastard and I was a princess by birth. I handed over a sealed scroll hidden inside one of my boots and gave it to Francis.
Bash blinked his eyes confused at my boldness. “Y/n, you know that we can’t. You’re royal and I am a bastard.”
“And yet my sister has declared that she shall never marry anyone and bear children. So what is stopping me from following my heart and marrying the man I love hmm.” I lightly snapped at him with my hands on my hips.
My secret husband shifted his attention to his brother who had opened the scroll I had given him still in shock at the idea I was proposing. “Is this even possible. I mean unless I got legitimized as Henry’s son it shouldn’t be possible.”
“You’re right it wouldn’t be until this…” Francis clear his throat reading the letter aloud. “I Queen Elizabeth of England hereby declare that my sister Y/n and Sebastian de Poitiers are allowed to be wed. Sebastian shall inherit the title of prince and will be the master of my armies. He shall no longer be a bastard after marrying my sister and that is final.”
Bash steps towards me gently grabbing a hold of my shoulders where I focused on his bright blue eyes. “How did you get her to agree to legitimize me?”
“I told just how you have treated me, made me happy and that I just wished that stupid titles weren’t in our way. And she didn’t see any problems with not following what everyone else has done in the past. So…will you marry me Bash?” Lowering myself down on one knee in front of him I take his hands in mine staring up into his eyes.
Francis made a confused face at his brothers response. “No.”
“Uh…” I slightly froze not sure what would happen next.
Yet Bash lowered himself down on one knee where we were both on our knees and eye level with each. He holds my hands in his, his blue orbs pouring into mine when he delivers his question to me. “That’s not how this is done. This is how is done, Princess. Y/n, will you marry me and make this bastard the happiest man on earth?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” I nodded moving forward kissing him. He cupped my face kissing me back with Francis smiling behind us.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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#FFF212
Sherlock fandom.
He's late for the wedding ceremony. He's made a promise to John to be there on time. He'll do anything as long as it makes John happy.
Catch your breath
Sherlock’s cursing his brother for holding his attention this long, but then again, Mycroft isn’t aware of the wedding. At least Sherlock thinks he isn’t. Who can know when it comes to his nosy big brother.
He’s late, and that’s intolerable. John’s said he didn’t need to show up, but Sherlock’s promised, and a promise made to John is something Sherlock takes very seriously. He wants John to be happy, and if that means that Sherlock must suffer through a Nuptial Mass in a catholic church, so be it.
That the bride has chosen St. Mary’s Catholic Church, being named Mary herself, shows off her vanity according to Sherlock.
“Can’t you go any faster,” Sherlock presses the cab driver.
“Sorry, mate. I’m not going to lose my license because you’re late, even if it’s a wedding. Not your own, I hope,” the cabbie chuckles.
Sherlock just rolls his eyes at this ridiculous statement. If he were the groom, he’d clearly worn other clothes, though the cabbie doesn’t know that Sherlock’s bespoke suit is his everyday outfit of course. Sherlock’s seen some horribly dressed grooms over the years, even one wearing a coverall and crocs. The wedding had taken place in a prison, but still.
Sherlock looks at his watch. Four minutes until the ceremony starts. He calculates quickly, and then beckons the driver to pull over.
“I’ll get there faster running than at this speed,” Sherlock huffs and presses a twenty-pound note into the cabbie’s hand.
“Good luck, mate,” the cabbie shouts after him.
Sherlock focuses on the problem at hand, taking a few seconds to collect his visual map over the area from his mind palace, and then he runs. Fast.
He can’t let John down!
Finally, the church comes into sight. Sherlock sprints the last metres and takes the stairs two steps at a time. He opens the door carefully and spots John the second he enters the church room. John turns when he hears steps behind him, and Sherlock stops and pants heavily. Sturdy hands are placed on his upper arms and blue eyes beam up at him.
“You came!”
Sherlock just rolls his eyes and tries to gather himself.
“Catch your breath and come sit down,” John whispers as the organ starts the praeludium.
When the ceremony is at an end, Sherlock takes a relieved breath and gathers his thoughts. He’s made it on time, didn’t disappoint John, the couple seem happy enough, and Sherlock can finally go home. John will, for obvious reasons, attend the party. He’s asked Sherlock if he wants to stay, but he didn’t make a fuss when Sherlock declined. This Mary’s got on his nerves already, even if he’s barely spoken to her. She’s evidently proud of her new husband, like he’s a prize she’s won at the fair.
Sherlock’s put his Belstaff on and is reaching for his scarf in the left pocket, when John appears at his side. He pulls out the scarf, puts it around Sherlock’s neck, arranges it the way Sherlock prefers and tugs at it. John’s gaze is warm with affection when he looks Sherlock square in the eyes and tugs some more, indicating for Sherlock to bend down.
“I’ll miss you, and I won’t be long. Just exchange pleasantries with Matt and Mary after dinner and maybe have one drink. Then I’m all yours for the rest of the weekend,” John whispers.
Sherlock closes his eyes and shivers with anticipation. If there’s anything Sherlock’s certain of in this world, it’s John’s promise. John pulls down the scarf slightly and presses a warm kiss to Sherlock’s neck. A low moan escapes Sherlock’s throat, and John chuckles.
“I want to devour you tonight, my love,” John states and rearranges Sherlock’s scarf.
Sherlock comes out of his daze, grabs John’s hand and kisses the palm reverently. What he really wants to do is snog John senseless, but they’re inside a catholic church, and this way he’s got something to look forward to. He lets go of John and walks to the exit. His breath is yet again unsteady, but this time for another reason altogether.
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marie and mary
lately annie always looked forward to her sessions with marie. she was increasingly sexually satisfied and confident, seeing it all through a lens of being "god honoring." she told annie she even saw her now increasingly frequent masturbation sessions at home as god-honoring as she sent pictures and videos of herself to her husband.
annie asked her if the other women at her church ever looked at this young, modestly-dressed housewife and had any idea she was filming herself jerking off for her husband every day. marie laughed. "i really doubt it."
then she told annie that she'd been comparing notes about sex with her sister, who was similarly a married christian mother and housewife. she was fascinated to learn that her sister shaves her pussy every day and she and her husband have weekly anal sex. her sister similarly did not masturbate, but seemed very receptive to marie's rationale.
"here's an odd question," annie asked. "what is your perspective on nudity around the house. like, around your kids?"
marie laughed. "i actually talked to my sister about this recently."
"why?" annie asked. "what prompted it?"
"the fact that she shaves her pubic hair," annie said. "i wanted to know if her children see it, i mean she has a teenage son. i was curious because it might confuse him a bit when he meets women later in life."
"what did she say?"
"well, we have a similar perspective which is that a mother's body is sort of family property. i know that sounds very strange. but i am often naked around the house and in front of family but my husband is not. and that makes sense to me. growing up, my mother was often nude around the house but my father was not, and my sister and i both emulate that. i don't feel shy being naked around my children, my parents, my brother..."
"your brother?"
"sure," marie said. "i have a younger brother in the army. when he's home he often stays with us. and i don't think twice about being naked around him."
"like fully naked? tits and bush?"
"yes," marie said.
"under what sort of circumstances?" annie asked.
"like, when i get out of the shower. i'll just put a towel on my head. but then, you know, if there's nothing going on, i will take my time getting dressed."
"does he ever comment on it?"
"no."
"does he look?"
"of course he looks, he's a man."
"do you like that he looks?"
marie blushed. "i do, i suppose. i also like that my father looks."
"can you think of a time in particular?"
"well," marie said. "my father was at my house a lot when i was pregnant the first time, helping me get the nursery ready, and he'd show up early in the morning, so you know, i'd shower while he was there. he paid a lot of attention to my body at that time."
"what else?"
"once," marie said, smiling at the memory, "when I was 17, it was easter. i was getting ready in the bathroom upstairs, and I was only wearing panties, doing my makeup in the mirror. my uncle, my father's brother, he walked in on me. and he looked me over. i just stood there and let him look at me. and he said i had become quite a woman. and i just smiled at him, and he reached over and he pulled down my panties too. and i let him look, he looked at my bush, and he said i was beautiful, and then he left."
annie was surprised that A. she was picturing her own uncle rick and that B. it was making her wet. marie's hour was up.
annie had a new patient in the timeslot after marie's, a trouble teenager named mary. mary was from a religious family, like marie, which annie felt was coloring their interaction -- she was benefiting from knowing marie in relating to mary. mary herself wasn't particularly devout or interested in religion, but was so absorbed in that she accepted it as the default parameters of her life.
mary's parents were making her see annie, as well as their local pastor, because of a combination of drug use and "promiscuous activity." it took their first hour to even get it out of her, but annie now knew that essentially her parents had found a dimebag and a thong in her drawer and found both equally offensive.
most of mary's problems, of course, came from her parents. she explained to annie today that her father checked her underwear daily --- both to see that it was an approved size and shape, and that she wasn't hiding anything in them.
"so he's like, what, pulling down your pants every day?"
"yeah," mary said. "or lifting my skirt and pulling my underwear down."
"the fuck?" annie said. "sorry."
"no, i agree," mary said. "but also like, who cares. it's just my vagina. i know i have a prettier one than my mom so it's like, maybe that helps him get it up for her."
annie snorted. "sorry," she said. "very unprofessional, but that's funny."
"sometimes i put notes in my underwear for him," she said. "like i'll write "hi dad" on a sticky note and stick it to my pubes."
"does he like that?"
"no, he's all business when he's strip searching me. probably jacks off later."
at first annie had been hesitant to ask about what she and the pastor talked about. "it's like this," she said. "he's very understanding."
"that's good," annie said.
"yeah," mary said. "he thinks i should be subservient to my parents to a point -- like basically give them enough to leave me alone, and then do what i want. he disagrees with them about what is sinful."
"such as?"
"well, my dad says that thongs are sinful. my pastor said that women can wear things like that maybe to increase the passion in their marriage, but also even just if they like it and it makes them feel positive about themselves."
"i agree," annie said. "I'm wearing a thong right now."
"My dad won't let me," mary laughed. "But I would be otherwise."
"what else does your pastor disagree with your dad about?"
"masturbation."
"wow, really?" annie said. "the pastor is pro-jerking it?"
"i wouldn't say pro. but he says for young people it can be a really good way of practicing abstinence and controlling urges."
"are you a virgin?" annie asked.
"yes," mary said. "technically."
"technically how?" annie asked.
mary took a deep breath. "my friends and i sometimes practice."
"oh," annie said. "sounds cool. what do you mean?"
"well, we have this..." mary hesitated. "it's a dildo on a harness, that you..." she gestured.
"a strap-on."
"i didn't want to say that in case it was wrong. but yes. we have one. and we practice on each other with it."
"you practice fucking each other?"
"yes," mary said flatly.
"you and... other girls?"
"yes."
"how many?"
"there are five of us."
"ok. all girls in the church?"
"yes."
"where'd you get the strap-on?"
"my friend elisa has an older sister who is a lesbo and she doesn't talk to anyone else in the family. they literally pretend she doesn't exist. but elisa still talks to her and she gave it to her. we keep it in the woods behind her house."
"in the woods behind her... do you clean it?" annie asked, suddenly worried for these girls' vaginal health.
"yes," annie said. "we wash it in the river."
"you wash it in the river and then you screw each other in the woods?"
"yeah," mary said flatly.
"well, first of all, that is cool as fuck," annie said. "and like something out of the crucible."
"the what?"
"it's a play. i guess they probably don't read it at christian schools these days." she laughed. "wow. so like, you fully penetrate each other."
"yes."
"just in the dirt?"
"we bring a blanket."
"do you get naked?"
"well yeah," mary said.
"do you have orgasms?"
"yes," mary said. "like, a lot."
"does anyone else know about this?"
"i told the pastor."
"you did!?" annie said. "what the fuck did he say?"
"he said that it was really unusual, but that if we were doing it because we wanted to be ready for our future husbands, it didn't seem wrong to him."
"intense," annie said. "do you feel that is what you are doing? getting ready for your future husband?"
"yeah," annie said.
"but do you enjoy it? like, okay, do you enjoy being the person wearing the strap-on?"
"yes," mary said. "i like making my friends feel good."
"and seeing their bodies?"
"well, i'm very used to their bodies. but i like it."
"i kind of wish i had this growing up," annie said.
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Daminette Decmeber 2022: 24-Joke (Meme)
Lila smiled as she sat on top of a red Chevrolet Corvette. It had been so easy to lie to Alya and tell her it was hers. It had been in the same place all week.
'This is going to show everyone I'm still relevant. Gabriel never should have let me go!'
Alya smiled as she quickly took pictures and then brought up her live feed to show how amazing her best frined was. There had been some haters on there criticizing her blog and saying mean things about her friend. She was about to prove them all wrong.
"Get off of my car, Lila!" a voice shouted.
Alya turned herself, with her phone, to see Marinette with her arms crossed and her hips cocked.
"Your car?" Alya shouted.
Lila laughed, "You would never be able to afford this car. You're just a baker's daughter."
Alya and Lila laughed. Marinette glared at the pair and pulled out her car keys. She waved the keys in the air, before pressing a button and showing who the true owner of the car was. Lila turned bright red, having her lie exposed by the same girl again.
"Get off my car, Liar, before I call the police on you." Marinette demanded.
Lila quickly got off the car.
"How can you afford something like this?" Alya asked.
"My husband got it for me for my birthday." Marinette smiled, "I doubt you'd be able to afford something like this."
"I'm a fashion model and designer for Gabriel!" Lila exclaimed, "I'm gonna be in the fashion show! He personally asked me to be his model in his collaboration with that new designer, Zara."
Mari laughed, "Oh yeah. You're definetly still a liar."
"I am not!" Lila cried.
Alya looked between the two and then down at her phone. She had forgotten she was live, but the comment section was flying! They were laughing.
"Fakers!"
"I told you that Lie-La girl was full of shit!"
"Have you looked up her other lies?"
"Did you hear her claim the car was hers?"
"Wasn't she fired from Gabriel?"
"Haven't seen her anywhere but on this blog."
"This isn't a live stream; It's a LIE stream!"
"LOL"
"HAHAHA"
"LMAO"
Alya glared at the comment section and quickly shut down the live stream.
"Marinette!" a familiar voice called.
"Adrien!" Marinette cried back, happily.
Adrien quickly hugged Marinette, "You think your husband would mind if you give me a ride to the fashion show?"
"Of course not." Mari smiled, "You're my model after all."
'Adrien's her model? What about Gabriel?'
Alya turned to Lila. She could see she was upset. Alya turned back to ask what was going on.
"Hands off my wife, Agreste!" another voice shouted.
Lila and Alya stared at the new man. He was tall, broad-chested, had olive skin, forest green eyes, and jet black hair. He was dressed in a black suit and tie.
'That's Marinette's husband?'
"Damian!" Marinette cried, quickly rushing over and kissing him, "Adrien needs a ride to the show. I can't leave my model behind."
Damain looked at Adrien, who was pleading. His eyes kept shifting to the other woman nearby.
"Fine." Damian stated.
"Yes!" Adrien shouted.
"Back seat!" the Wayne commanded.
Adrien smiled and saluted, "Yes, Sir!"
Marinette unlocked the car and Adrien was quick to jump into the back seat.
"Why don't you let me drive, Angel?" Damian asked, "I know your nerves."
Marinette handed the keys over. Both Waynes climbed into the front seat and drove off, without another word.
"Oh, no!" Lila quickly cried out, "I'm going to be late to the show! I have to be there early!" before running off.
Alya smiled, as she proudly showed off her media badge. She hated reporting fashion. She never had the passion for it, but Lila had helped her get the job. She couldn't wait to see her on the runway, but walk after walk, she saw didn't see her. She knew she had seen Natalie so that only confirmed that Gabriel and Adrien were backstage with Lila.
Alya smiled and quickly took pictures as Adrien walked out.
'There he is! Lila should be coming out next!'
Adrien stood at the end of the runway and picked up a mic.
"Let me introduce you to the one and only designer known as Zara!" he announced, "Marinette Wayne!"
Alya almost dropped her camera.
'No! No! That can't be! Lila wouldn't have lied to me! She told me she was working with Zara...but she also said that was her corvette. Lila....lied to me.'
"Thank you for all coming to the fashion event and we will see you all next year!" someone announced.
Alya quickly looked around. Marinette and Adrien had already left the runway. She looked around and saw that many people were getting out of their seats and heading next door to the after party. She had so many questions for them. Why had Lila not modeled? Why was Adrien working with Marinette and not his father? Lila had said that Adrien wasn't even speaking to Marinette; that he hated her, but that wasn't true from what she saw earlier.
Alya pulled out her phone and opened up her blog. Thousands of subscribers were gone. Her eyes teared up as she read the comment section.
"Thx @chuckleslamby for recommending me this blog!"
"OMG! Did you see that @FennicGod?"
"@TrashySpacePanda"
"@Spiltteacorner"
"That was as funny as they said it would be! LOL!"
"If you need a good laugh, always the best place!"
"Comedy blog GOLD!"
"Fake ppl who act like they know everything. Almost as good as the ppl who get karma!"
Alya bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing. These weren't the loyal followers she had expected. These were people who loved to laugh and make fun of her and Lila. They knew everything had been a lie up to now and she had been so blind to it all. That was the moment she knew that was why she didn't have a real journalist job.
Alya watched from nearby as Adrien spoke to Marinette and her husband, like nothing had ever changed, since college. She didn't know Marinette had gotten married. Gabriel Agreste was even talking to her like she was a big deal.
"I'm so proud to see the wonderful designer you have blossomed into." Gabriel spoke.
"We loved having you both at the wedding." Marinette smiled, "Thank you for helping me, again, with my wedding dress. You both have done so much for me."
Adrien hugged Marinette again, "I'd do anything for you."
Damian quickly pulled Marinette into his arms, "What you can do for me, is stop grabbing my wife."
Marinette giggled, "Adrien's always been a bit touchy with me." earning her husband's famous glare thrown Adrien's way, "Don't worry, Habibi. Adrien knows I can hurt him if he touches somewhere he's not suppose to."
"And your husband would kill me if I did." Adrien winced.
"True." Damian smirked.
"Adrien only gets hugs and head pats." Mari declared, "Besides, I'm sure Adrien will have a new person to hug and cuddle since he'll be an uncle."
Damian and Adrien looked at her confused.
"Congradulations." replied Gabriel.
"Thank you, Gabriel." Marinette answered.
Damian kissed her head, "You are 100% correct?"
Mari nodded and leaned intot her husband more.
"I don't get it." Adrien frowned.
The fashion designer chuckled, "I'm pregnant."
Adrien pulled her back into his arms and shouted, "I'm an uncle!"
Gabriel smirked as Damian rolled his eyes, before pulling Marinette back to his side.
"I'll help!" Adrien exclaimed, "I'll move to Gotham and-"
"You can help spoil, but I think that's it, as far as 'Uncle Duties' go." Marinette giggled, "Damian will be doing everything else."
"Right." Adrien blushed.
Nothing was like Lila had told her. Marinette was happy with her life. She had a loving husband and a child on the way. Adrien still seemed to be a big part of her life as a brother figure. Alya walked out of the party and saw Lila sitting on the steps, looking miserable.
"I should be happy you look like shit." Alya commented.
Lila turned and glared at her, as she sat on the steps in her glittery black corset dress.
'She's never looked at me like that before. Why? Is it because I know she lied to me?'
"It's what I should say for you lying to me so much." she stated.
Lila rolled her eyes, "What do you want then? A prize? A trophy? The 'You Fucked Up' award?".
'This isn't the Lila I know. This girl is bitter. Did she lie because she knew Marinette was happy? Is Lila unhappy? Did I ever know the real Lila?'
Lila sighed, "Like I told that bitch in college, I only tell people what they want to hear. It was easy to fool you all to doing what I wanted you to do. I didn't expect it to come to an end, tonight."
'A fool. That's all I am to her? Not even her best friend?'
"Including yourself?" Alya growled out, rushing back inside.
Lila stood up and began to walk home. Lila ignored the tears pouring down her cheeks.
'Yeah. I lie to myself the most.'
Lila had tried her hardest to get backstage and into the event, but had been caught by Gabriel Agreste. She had begged him to let her be in his fashion line. She never expected him to tell her he had signed over Gabriel to Marinette and merged the company, years ago. The Gabriel brand no longer existed; it was a apart of Zara, now. He couldn't pull any strings for her as Marinette and Adrien had restraining orders on her, he reminded her. Marinette ran the business, completely. She was the brains and artist behin the brand. He would submit deisgns every now and then, but other then that, he had been vacationing the last couple years.
Lila slumped against the door as she made her way into her apartment and sighed.
'So much for my grand re-entrance.'
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Anything Is Possible (5)
Masterlist of fan fiction
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV series)
Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, brief smut, violence, mild sexual assault references, graphic depictions of being burned alive.
Summary: From the imagine, “Imagine you and Guy are in love but you are to be married to someone else. It feels like everything is keeping you apart."
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After your midnight rendezvous with Guy in the barn, you were anxious. You were half expecting something to happen; maybe be dragged away and put into the stocks for defying orders. Edmund hadn't been to see you at all since your altercation with him, but as far as you knew, all wedding arrangements were still underway.
It was now two days until your wedding....
Your mother arranged through her friend's husband, the guard who had helped you meet with Guy safely, to meet with Gisborne. Plans and schemes were forming in her mind, and Mary, the seamstress, had even insisted that she would help out any way possible.
On the edge of a nearby wood, your mother met with Guy.
"Thank you for letting me see her," he said immediately.
Your mother smiled and nodded her head at Guy. "I've promised myself that I won't let her marry Edmund. Seeing you two in the barn was the thing that made me adamant that I'm going to see this through. She's my child, my youngest, and it's my duty to make sure she's happy. Like all of us around her."
Guy sighed. "She knows that we would both gladly put our lives on the line for her."
"I was compliant with all of this, Gisborne. My husband made this arrangement with Edmund to make sure we were looked after. The money kept flowing to keep us comfortable. And now I detest myself for everything I've put on her shoulders. My friend Mary is trying her hardest to get hold of a poison. If we put it in his drink on the morning of the wedding..."
"But finding him dead before the wedding? Wouldn't that look suspicious?" Guy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not if the poison takes around an hour to work. Mary will be on hand for fittings on the morning, so she can easily get into Edmund's chamber to deliver the poison to his drink."
"If he drops down dead at his own wedding, surely someone will be suspicious of foul play."
"Then I will take responsibility for it," your mother said boldly. "She deserves a happy life. Of all my children, she's the one who has the kindness and compassion I wish the others did. All the others were able to make their own choices, and she hasn't had that. Promise me that you'll take care of her."
"That goes without saying. You know I will. "
Your mother stepped up to Guy and smiled at him. "There was a time like many other people in this town that I didn't like you. But now I see a good side of you, and I can see why she loves you."
Guy gave a lop sided smile as he thought of you. "I wonder why she gives her heart to me as freely as she does. But if there's one thing I know it's that my heart belongs to her in return. I will be honoured to take your daughter's hand in marriage."
*
The night before your wedding to Edmund and you lay awake. Every muscle was tight and rigid. All of the preparations had been going on around you; very little had been done by you, apart from attend regular meetings for dress fittings.
Your mother knocked on your door, holding a mug of fresh camomile tea.
With a smile, you beckoned her in.
There was a twinkle in your mother's eye as she sat down on the bed beside you and offered you the mug as you sat upright. "I have news," she said. "Good news."
"Edmund is dead?"
"Not yet, but he will be. Mary will be conducting his fitting tomorrow, and she has got her hands on a poison which will be in Edmund's system for around half hour to an hour before it takes effect. It'll mean going along with the morning as planned as to not rouse suspicion. You may need to meet him at the alter."
"I understand, Mother. Will Guy be there?"
Your mother couldn't help but smile. The sheer devotion that you two felt toward each other. "Of course he will."
You looked down and sighed. "I don't want him to have to see that. I know the wedding won't be going ahead, but I don't want him to see me in a gown intended for me to be wed to another man."
Your mother took your hand tightly. "Don't you think he understands what's happening? He intends to be there to make sure you are safe, as will I, and Mary, and her husband. We will all be there."
"What if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing will go wrong," a deep voice came. It was an all too familiar voice and it immediately made you grin.
"Guy," you whispered. "You've got to be careful coming out like this."
"Mary's husband is guarding. It was his duty tonight."
You crawled on your bed to the window and smiled at Guy. You drew your hand up his cheek, drowning in his steel blue gaze.
"I shall leave you have your privacy," your mother said, and left the room with a big smile.
Guy jumped in the window and shifted to the bed, leaning over you as the two of your kissed again.
"Will we ever see the day when we can do this as husband and wife?" you asked, stopping and pulling from the kiss.
"We will. I promise," Guy whispered, his lips trailing kisses from your ear, down your jaw and to your lips. Then he trailed from your lips down your neck and throat. He groaned against you, and whispered your name in need and want.
As the two of you climaxed a short while later, and fell down beside each other, you rested your head on Guy's bare chest. "I'll always be yours, Guy. Even if things go wrong tomorrow, I'll never be his."
"Shhh," he cooed. "Have faith that everything will go right."
"I don't want you to have to see me in that dress. It's not my wedding dress for you. I wish you weren't coming."
Guy moved and sat up, your bedsheet pooling in his lap. "Why would I not be there? How can I not be there?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief at your comment.
"I'm scared something will go wrong," you exclaimed. "The only wedding gown you should ever see me wearing is the one intended for you to remove on our wedding night."
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Hi! It’s my first time asking or posting something on tumblr, I just joined to be able to read your works! They are amazing thank you for sharing with us! ❤️ I recently read all Wednesday prompts they make my day, I was wondering if you could maybe do something where mob wife Alec has super femme fatal vibes, I was really taken with that prompt, Simon rambling and almost dying was hilarious (sorry if my writing is too formal or is not expressed correctly English is not my first language) thanks again for sharing your work I really love it!
oh this is so sweet! I hope you enjoy being on here and I'm so glad you like my writing so much <3
I had so much fun with this and I hope you enjoy it! I love writing in this verse so prompts for it are always welcome, even if it may take me a while to get all of the pieces together for an actual fic!
your writing is absolutely fine and your prompt easy to work with!
<3 lumine
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“Honey, are you sure this is a good idea?” Mari can’t help but ask her husband as he finishes zipping up her dress for her. It’s been a point of tension between them, though not because she doesn’t trust Leo or mind when he gets a bit friendly with the entertainment.
It’s just that Bane’s brought his husband with him every single time since the first he introduced him, and this will be the first-time entertainment’s there at the same time.
Most people know to ignore Bane, to avoid him and respect his boundaries and space but not everyone is as aware, and Mari knows that most of the girls coming are from a different city. Somewhere they don’t know the rules, with someone leading them who might not know to give Bane the respect he demands.
So, Mari is nervous, both because she doesn’t know how Bane will react to being propositioned, but also because Bane’s boy is terrifying, and Mari isn’t sure any of those poor girls will survive.
“It’ll be fine, sweetie.” Leo promises her and Mari hopes that this isn’t another promise that’s about to be broken.
—
It is not fine. Nothing about it is fine and Mari knows it from the moment Bane enters, holding the door open like he’s escorting royalty and entering with his hand on his boy’s back. Mari bites her lip, not caring about the waxy taste of her lipstick or that the red might stain her lips.
She’s gotten used to how Bane dresses and when his husband first showed up, she’d gotten used to that as well.
This is, she takes a ragged breath and just hopes that Bane won’t make them pay for any drycleaning he’ll need to get the inevitable blood from his clothes.
Her hand shakes a little as she grabs a passing waiter and for once, instead of juice, she takes the champagne.
Bane is dressed to kill as he always is, but it’s his boy, taller than ever with boots that go to his knees, gold buckles, black leather pants and a gold and black waistcoat that Mari is sure ends in a corset. He’s stunning but terrifying, his dark eyes rimmed with gold, and he looks inhuman, his lips dusted with gold as well, as if he’s been kissing the sun.
Mari shudders and hopes that this evening goes better than she fears, because Bane’s husband has a smile on his face and Mari is pretty sure that poison is less deadly than it.
She gets her wits about her and goes to greet them, trying to find a way to unattached Alec from Bane. It sends a shiver down her spine to use his name — to even think it — but there is only one Bane, even if they share a last name.
“We have a new painting; you really have to see it.” Mari tries, her third and final attempt and she reaches out, fingers barely trembling to quickly pat Alec’s arm. “We can get our men fresh drinks.”
It’s a ridiculous thing, to act like Alec is anything like one of the wives but it works, and Mari has never been so glad that he and Bane don’t care about gender stereotypes. It means that she gets him out of the room, but she doesn’t have a plan after that, and the other wives and girls all know better than to try conversing with Alec.
It normally ends in tears and Alec’s latest response of offering to get a bottle ‘just in case your husband wants to drink your tears’ was not normal, no matter how nonchalant he was about it.
It means that the painting and Mari’s frantic attempts to discuss its meaning and technique only hold his attention for about twenty minutes. Then, as it always does, he focuses back on his husband.
There’s an intensity to Alec when he’s not around Bane, a terrifying aura that melts away and Mari knows Leo has never noticed.
She still doesn’t think he’s a cop and he’s not undercover for anyone else, but he is something, someone dangerous and he’s unknown, which makes it all the worse.
They get back to the others and Mari realizes that despite her best efforts, she’s only made things worse.
The newcomer is there, all slick smiles and easy words and he’s got a girl in his lap and one on each side. It’s not uncommon, the young and untested thinking that easy sex and pretty women are the best way to prove their power, but it’s gauche and Mari can’t help but wrinkle her nose.
And then she sees the two girls focusing on Bane, approaching him with coy smiles and plunging necklines and Mari has never wished more to hide two people away.
She turns, hoping to figure out how to handle this but Alec is gone, as if he was never next to her at all.
It’s a shock, because he’s even taller than normal and Mari feels dwarfed in his presence on a good day and this was not a good day.
But there he is, gliding like a swan across a frozen lake. Ignorant of the appreciative gazes of some of the new girls or the mocking look of the newcomer and Mari just knows whoever this Cameron fellow is, that things aren’t going to go the way he wants.
One of the girls is next to Bane, fluttering lashes that Mari knows for a fact won’t compare to Alec’s natural ones — the bastard — and she reaches out, as if to touch and there’s a dark, low chuckle.
“If you want to keep your fingers, then keep them to yourselves.”
Mari has never heard such a cold, deadly tone before.
She’s never seen a threat like the one being made.
Alec doesn’t walk around the low sofa Bane is sitting on, he steps over it. One ridiculously long and leather clad leg elegantly sweeping over the back and then the rest of him follows. He drapes himself over Bane’s lap with a cool elegance that wouldn’t look out of place on a hunting anaconda and when he grins, Mari swallows.
“What the fuck—” Leo mutters, coming up behind her, eyes wide and little wild.
There is a tension in the air that wasn’t there before and while the girls are listening, both of them tripping over themselves to put space between Bane and his husband, Alec isn’t watching them.
Alec is watching Cameron.
There is a glint to his eyes that promises a wealth of cruelty and he smirks, tongue darting out over his lips before he just lays back, legs and heels crossing over the arm of the sofa as he settles down in Bane’s lap, looking up coquettishly at his husband.
Like he has any business turning soft when he’s clearly made of steel and kept sharpened.
“I think I’ll stay here tonight, babe.” He tells Bane, “keep you company.”
Mari mentally wishes Leo the best of luck during his meeting, relieved that Alec will be haunting someone else tonight.dr
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I’m tired of people on Twitter calling King James a groomer like they’ve done research on his history🤦♀️
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OK I have been holding myself back from fully saying everything I think about this. I already rambled about it (to you and once to someone else) but do you wanna hear my fully problematic opinion?
This reaction is homophobic and misogynist.
Because if THIS is the period drama that makes these people cry "groomer", if GEORGE VILLIERS the 21-year-old fully age of majority male social climber who wades into the Jacobean court and slugs it out for the top position is the person in history that's making them fret over unfree choice and power dynamics, what the fuck?
THIS is "grooming" and "csa"? THIS? While all around them in this period, you know what age the women—you know, the gender that literally completely loses an independent legal identity and has no rights and is literally referred to as part of a husband's chattels—are getting married off at? Do these people have anything to say about Henrietta Maria (15), Anne of Denmark (15), MARIANA OF AUSTRIA (14), or Mary Princess Royal (10/12)? How many period dramas have these people watched and smiled at the pretty ladies in pretty dresses, and then a young man wheedles his way into the bed of the king and THAT'S what needs discourse about?
"James was taking advantage of George's financial situation" WOMEN. HAD. NO. RIGHTS. Torture is accepted in the courts. The social structure is completely unequal all the way down and this is the understood as the will of God. There are no human rights. The Levellers (30 years from M&G) are going to be largely rejected as ridiculous. Margaret Cavendish is going to be known as "Mad Madge" (50 years from M&G) because she's a woman who has thoughts. John Locke's treatises aren't gonna be published until 70+ years from M&G. The Mansfield Judgment against slavery in England is 150+ years from M&G. And as far as the rights of minors go, R v Hopley was 245 years after M&G. (If you don't know that case don't look it up unless you want nightmares)
Yeah I know this is whataboutism but seriously. SERIOUSLY.
What kind of bizarre fucking fairytales have these people been consuming where the system of monarchy is a fun and friendly egaliatian social environment where there is no coercion and all relationships especially royal ones are certified unproblematic and 100% acceptable according to our modern standards? don't tell me i do actually know, ugh
"This relationship has coercive elements in it!" YEAH. YEAH, IT DOES. That is, we hope, one of the points of the show? The point of telling stories about relationships in the past? To examine how humans, who had emotional needs and hopes, coped under unfree oppressive conditions and were drawn into those same networks of exploitation and abuse? This weird and ugly story about a remarkable relationship and all the horrible people orbiting around it is such a fascinating case study about how real human feelings like affection, loneliness, kinship get refracted through the lens of politics and power, and the result is not pretty. But flattening it down into a tale of inhuman unfeeling Bad People would lose so much potential for exploring how bad and disgusting that SYSTEM is. If it's just Bad People Being Bad To Each Other For No Reason then the historical conditions are absolved and we can file this narrative away into a box that has nothing to do with us Good People and has nothing to say and nothing that could make us reflect about the past and future, and has no purpose other than spectacle and voyeurism and schadenfreude.
Guys, we're in a bad time here in 2024. And I cannot help but think that this kind of reckless leverage of "groomer" against specifically a gay relationship, whether intentionally or not, is part of the ongoing, intentional campaign by international regressive community to dilute the meaning of that word so that it can be deployed against real-life gay and trans people.
Even though I personally don't think it's accurate to say that James groomed George (Mary did if anything, but again, adult man who was not legally under her power), if someone wants to believe that, whatever, we're all interpeting history here. But using that word, in this particular moment, going after this particular show, reviving the bogeyman of the homosexual predator that those of us who are old enough remember being openly used against us and see it getting dusted off to be used again right now, is deeply suspect to me and I just…
Anyway name an unproblematic relationship from the period of coverture.
#james's weird stan rambles again#I'M SORRY IT'S MAKING ME MAD#wherever you live please vote#the same people slinging these words around want to bring those bad old days back#content note#tw misogyny#tw homophobia#tw grooming#tw csa#tw transphobia#tw slavery#tw history#tw politics#tw abuse#tw discourse#tw child abuse
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20 - Wouldn’t Change a Thing
Part 21
The Texas Tire Family
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Shutting the front door behind me with my right foot I dropped my bag on the floor. Georgie would be home from the tire store and the kids were getting off the school bus now. Shrugging my Jean jacket off I entered the kitchen seeing the front door opened and three sets of feet running towards me. “Hi mommy!” Eve jumped up into my arms still wearing her backpack.
“Ohhh hi girls. How was school today?” I asked bouncing Eve on my leg watching Aurora helping Montana get his backpack off.
Eve smiled, swinging off of me like a monkey. “I got pretty good on the monkey bars, mommy. And I got an A on my homework.”
“I played hops with other kids.” Montana said climbing up in one of the kitchen chairs grinning up at me with his hair getting curlier as he gets older like his father.
Aurora reached into the cabinet opening a bag of chips sitting down at the table with her brother. “Don’t tell dad but the boy at school I like might have asked me to go to the movies with him and some of our friends on Friday.”
“That’s great, you guys. And Rora, don't worry it will be our little secret.” I sent her a wink before the front door opened and it was slammed by Georgie where Montana jumped and made a terrified noise. Turning my head towards our kids I sent them into their rooms. “Kids, go into your rooms and do your homework while I talk to your father.”
Eve climbed off of me when I bent down my knees. I let her run off with her siblings leaving me alone with my husband. “Bye mommy.”
“Hey honey what’s wrong. I’ve never seen you come home from work upset?” I asked, rising to my feet brushing my hands off on my pants. He took his black jacket off kicking off his boots angrily and grabbing a beer from the fridge before he ever said a word.
“I got to thinking about your parents today…and whether they still like me after everything that happened.” He mumbled sitting down on the couch in the living room staring out the window.
Moving out of the kitchen I plopped down making him finally look me in the eye. “Georgie, you know they love you. I mean even though my father didn’t like it when we said we got pregnant at 17 or when you bought an old van instead of a good car.”
“Yeah but I mean it took a while before I was successful like I am now. I just want to feel like I have done a good job as a father and as a husband.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair where I laid my head on his chest and he draped his arm over my back.
Intertwining our freehands together I whispered watching him slowly drink his beer known in that he didn’t like feeling like he didn’t deserve me. “Georgie, don’t think for a moment that you don’t deserve me. Cause you are the best person I ever know. And my parents do respect you.”
“Mommy, do I have to wear a dress!” Aurora whined at me when I shrugged a golden dress over her head seeing that she sent me a scowl.
Raising myself to my feet with my hands on my hips. “Rora, it's just for a few hours for Thanksgiving. With your grandparents so just do it and when we get home I’ll let you run around in a tea shirt and shorts for the rest of the night.”
“Deal.” She held up her pinky and I looped mine with hers seeing Georgie come out of the living room with Eve following his tail.
He tilted his head towards the door knowing they would be coming up the driveway now. My parents took the new job when we were younger. So they didn’t live just down the street like Connie and Mary did. “They’re here, darling. Are you ready for this?”
“I think so. Kids go say hi to them.” I pushed Rora toward Eve watching them leave the room giving us a minute alone. “Are you ready to do this? I know you’re nervous about having dinner with them?”
He nodded with a nervous gulp taking my hand in his where I led him into the dining room where my father got to his feet first. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr and Mrs. L/n.” Georgie shook my father’s hand with a smile.
“It’s good to see you too, Georgie. Now come here baby girl.” My father opened his arms wrapping me into a warm hug. Wrapping my arms around him I smiled, breaking the hug when my mother came over too.
Pulling her in for a hug she kissed my head before we sat down at the table together. “Hey sweetie. I’ve missed you and your girls.” Connie was nice enough to have made a lot of Brisket so we had split up half of that so we could have it for Thanksgiving and then eat it at the Cooper house.
“Georgie, there is something I want to say to you.” My father sat his fork down staring at my husband who sat across from him at the end of the table. I was sitting next to my mother leaving our daughters to be sitting across from us.
Georgie gulped, swallowing some bites of brisket in his mouth. “Uh yes sir.”
“At first I didn’t like you and I was questioning whether or not you were good enough for my little girl…and you have changed my mind about you at every turn.” My father stared closely at my husband and I could tell Georgie was nervous when he leaned back into his chair. “I must say I am proud of what you have done. You could have walked away yet you didn’t do that. Meaning you do care about her.”
My mother sent him a huge grin squeezing my shoulder when she put her fork down. “And we couldn’t be more proud that you are the man she deserves. We do respect what you have done. So thank you George.”
“See you had nothing to worry about.” Turning my head in the direction of my husband I sent him a huge smile. He was so terrified that he wouldn’t be good enough especially when I almost instantly became pregnant with Evelyn.
“Can we have the cake now?” Eve held her hands up heading towards the kitchen. Everyone at the table just began laughing before my mother got up and cut up some pieces of dessert.
Shifting myself upright I still held his hand in mine where his brown eyes were looking directly at me. He sighed heavily, dropping his shoulders. “Sorry I’m making a big deal out of something we have already talked about. I just don’t want to have them change their minds and think I’m not good enough.”
“Georgie stop it…You will never make them change their minds and see you as anything but amazing.“ Moving up onto his lap I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning forward and kissing him slowly.
He placed his hands on my waist holding me there while the kiss got more heated by the second. He leans forward into the kiss where I moved one of my hands into his curls. “I love you, Y/n my darling.”
“I love you too, Mr. Texan.” I mumbled in between kisses where he rested one hand against my face smiling the same look that he was.
Suddenly our perfect little moment was interrupted by Montana running inside the room and jumping on my back where I collapsed onto Georgie crackling loudly. “Dog pile on mommy and daddy!” He giggled hearing the two of us laughing alongside him.
“Attack!” Aurora and Eve came around the corner jumping up on the couch with us causing all of us to tumble over the side and hit the wooden floor with a thud.
Rubbing my head I groaned sitting up. “Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”
“Ohh Eve spilled a drink.” Montana teased pointing to the spilled beer bottle by his father’s feet that he must have dropped during the fall.
Aurora brushed hair behind her ear apologizing to the two of us. “Sorry dad. Sorry mom.”
“It’s okay sweetheart. We had fun and that’s all that matters. We will clean up later.” I smiled towards them getting to my feet. I helped the kids up to their feet.
Georgie went into the kitchen grabbing a wet rag to clean up the mess. “You’re mother’s right. I wouldn’t change anything we did.” He flashed me a smile where I took the rag from him once we got the mess cleaned up and started thinking about what we were doing for dinner.
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