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lichenes · 1 month ago

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I would looove a part two to the flowershop owner x könig story! It's amazing, I got so immersed into the story :)

blacked out and wrote 600 words... i'm glad you liked it anon ;_;!! hope you like this one too :D!! enjoy :^ (pt. 2 to this) CW: kissing mentioned, pining, sfw :D wc: 601 . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You haven’t seen the obscenely tall man in quite a while, you assumed the bouquet you sold him worked a little too well on the neighbour and he moved on from your dainty flower shop and well… from you. To your surprise - as if he felt you beckoning him in your mind - he appeared later that day. You were just attending a customer when he came through the glass door. “Thank you!” You called absentmindedly out after the person leaving the store. To be frank you were focused on something entirely different.

König wasn’t sure what to say except for a polite greeting. Looking around the shop he found himself questioning his true intentions. Surely a person this quaint wasn’t interested in men of his nature. He felt your gaze on him. You were following his quick and precise movements with your eyes soaking up as much of him as you could.

“Beautiful.” He said when he turned his head towards you. You felt your face heat up as he scrambled to finish his sentence. “The flowers! I mean the flowers. How- how do you keep them so uh… nice?” You chuckled slightly at his awkward comment and proceeded to explain everything from waking up at ungodly hours to get them fresh up until the tiring must of watering all of them. He kept nodding and put a hand on his covered chin.

He asked some follow up questions after that, not realising he was leaning towards you. You didn’t mind one bit but when he was almost bent over with his elbows on the counter he snapped out of it with a quick apology and his hand landing on the back of his head with an anxious demeanour. “Sorry for the barrage I-” He tried to explain himself. “Hey no need to apologise big guy, you’re alright!! I’m glad you find this interesting.”

And then an idea came to your mind. “Hey would you… um-” It was your turn to become overzealous. He nodded his head in a silent coax. “You’re retired right?” He confirmed with another nod. He wasn’t the diplomatic kind but you brought out the most anxious and self-aware parts of him. “Would you like to help out with the shop? I mean you don’t have to but I’d love some help and you seem like a strong guy and-” You were losing yourself in the question but he interrupted you quickly with a stern affirmation. “O-oh! That’s great!”

“Just one more thing.” He tilted his head in slight confusion, curious at what you would say next. “What’s your name?”

He- well, Alexander, was used to waking up in the early hours of the day, due to his long military service, so he was more than happy to help you pick out the flowers for the day. He offered to pick you up and it just became a routine for both of you to meet up at your apartment and drive to the flower market.

“Mornin’.” You said half asleep getting into his car. “Good morning.” Alex said, looking you up and down. You noticed, god how you always noticed. “Like what you see?” You said only half-jokingly. His throat suddenly went dry when he fully took in what you were wearing. Even in sweatpants and an overly large coat you looked stunning.

Suddenly an urge overwhelmed him. “I need to tell you something, mein schätz.”

The next few minutes were filled with words, words that couldn’t stay unspoken and fervent kisses, backed up by weeks of pining.

And that day, your flower shop stayed closed.

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embrosegraves · 1 year ago

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ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤

Max Verstappen x Reader Max just wants to spoil you on your special day Being so surprised to the point of malfunction

The long awaited Part 2 of A Necklace!

The morning had arrived and Max was, as usual, the first one awake. Today was your day. The day you graduated from that god forsaken university that kept you from Max's side far too often. If only you had the ability to just download the information you needed to do your degree. However despite the long weeks you spent apart from each other, Max was incredibly proud of you for completing your courses and finishing school. So proud that he had asked Charles and Daniel to set up a surprise he had organised for you.

Getting up from the bed (and tucking you back in to let you rest some more), Max made his way to the kitchen to start making breakfast for you. It wouldn't be anything extravagant. Everyone knew that to be a Formula One driver, you couldn't be a 5 star chef. Max was always thankful that you didn't like your food to be very fancy because it meant that he could still impress you with his meagre cooking abilities. While waiting for the toast to finish, Max decided that he would make you a nice coffee in your favourite mug. He knew that you kept your favourite coffee sachets in the back of the cupboard. You only ever used them on special occasions because they were only available during a specific time of the year and you didn't want to run out. In Max's opinion, graduating from school was a very special occasion so he grabbed a sachet and got to work.

One special coffee later, Max had plated up your breakfast and was making his way back to your shared bedroom. He mentally thanked himself for leaving the door slightly open so he could just push it open and walk to the bed. Gently placing the coffee on your bedside table, he used his now free hand to gently wake you up. He carefully moved your hair away from your face and knelt by your side of the bed to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

Stirring from your sleep, you were greeted by a lovesick smile on your boyfriend's face. It took a minute for your body to catch up with your mind but soon you were also smiling and giving him a kiss.

“Goedemorgen Schat. I made you some breakfast.” You kissed him again.

“Dank je Liefde.” Helping you sit up, Max gave you the plate of toast, scrambled eggs and fruits and sat down on the bed in front of you.

“After you eat we should get ready to go. I don't want you to be late for your ceremony.” Max said as his eyes gravitated towards the necklace he had given you the night prior. He loved how the morning light that crept through the curtains made the gemstone glow against your skin.

“It's not just a ceremony for me, y'know.” You said as you grabbed your phone to check the time. “And it's only 7:30, My Love. The ceremony isn't until 11:45. We've got plenty of time to get ready and get there.”

“I know but I want to take you somewhere before that.”

Now you were curious. You knew he wouldn't tell you where he was going to take you so you agreed to get ready after breakfast and just ‘go with the flow'. You made sure that you complimented Max's cooking as you ate and you thanked him profusely for making one of your special coffees. He waved you off with a comment about how you deserved a lot more than just a plain breakfast and some coffee but he was happy that you enjoyed it.

After you ate, Max took your dishes and went to clean them while you showered and started to get dressed for the day. You had washed your hair the day before to have perfect ‘Day 2 Hair' so you skipped the shampoo and conditioner and went straight to the body wash and exfoliating scrub.

Stepping out of the shower, you dried yourself off and put on your silk Peter Alexander bathrobe before you began your skin care. A short list of lotions and serums later, you were ready to put on the dress you had chosen for the day. It was a lovely dress that could be worn at both a fancy event and a casual picnic. You don't even remember where you got it, just that Max had given you his credit card to go shopping on your birthday because he ‘couldn’t mess up your presents if you were the one buying them'. Nevermind the fact that your birthday hadn't been for another month.

Walking out of the bathroom you grabbed your jewellery and put it all on before grabbing your heels and taking them with you to the living room. Upon entering you could see Max had changed into a nice suit (with no bowtie thank goodness) while you were getting ready in the bathroom. He looked up from his spot on the couch and smiled at you. To him you always looked absolutely gorgeous, but right now he thought you looked down right heavenly. He couldn't believe sometimes that he had managed to get you to agree to date him. He always thought that you were too good for him, but he would spend the rest of his life thanking whatever higher being there was for allowing him to have you.

“You look incredible, Schat.” He stood up from the couch and grabbed your shoes before kneeling and helping you put them on. This was his favourite part about getting ready. He wanted to always make sure that you never struggled for even a moment, and if that meant kneeling before you like a disciple at the temple of his Goddess then so be it. He would spend his lifetime on his knees for you if you asked.

“I haven't even done my hair Max.” you chuckled. It didn't matter how put together or how undone you were, Max would always say you looked amazing.

“Don't do it. I'm taking you to get it done.”

Max was not a very patient person on the best days so it was a surprise that he was taking you to get your hair done. It meant that he would have to wait at least an hour and a half before he could take you to the ceremony. To Max, if it meant you felt pretty (he knew that just because you looked pretty didn't always mean you felt pretty) it would be worth waiting. Grabbing his keys he started to lead you out of the apartment and to the car so you could head over to the salon.

He would never admit it, but Max was a little stressed. He had never tried to pull something like this off before. He just wanted for everything to be perfect. He had spent so long thinking about every reason he could for buying the things he had stored at Daniel's apartment.

You got to Pascale’s salon and spent around an hour there sitting in the chair and letting the older woman style your hair for your big day. Throughout the whole process you noticed that Max would fidget occasionally and you noticed that he was constantly checking his phone and texting someone.

“Is alles goed Lief?" you asked. “We shouldn’t be too much longer, I promise.”

Max smiled at you and assured that everything was perfect. “Christian was asking when we’re able to get to the factory, that’s all.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Well, unless you have plans we could go later in the week. If he’s asking then it’s probably for something important.”

All too soon, Pascale had finished with your hair. When you asked how much you owed her for the service, she waved you off and said that it had been paid for in advance so you had nothing to worry about. Giving her a hug, you thanked her again and then you were on your way to the venue for the ceremony.

The ceremony itself was pretty straight forward. Your headmaster had given a speech and so did your deputy head and your professor. Soon it was time for the graduates to be called up to receive their degrees and diplomas. When your name was called your smile grew even more than it already was. You could hear your friends cheering for you and your accomplishments, though none cheered as loud as Max. Being handed your degree you paused for the photographer to take a picture of you with the three speech givers on stage and then you made your way back to your seat.

The whole drive back to your apartment, Max couldn’t stop gushing about how well you did and just how much you deserved this. He said that had you not told him that you didn’t want one, he would’ve thrown a party to celebrate the occasion.

Pulling up to the apartment, Max insisted that you walked in front of him. You thought it was a bit weird, but didn’t think too much of it. In all honesty, you just wanted to get inside, make a hot drink and start packing for Milton Keynes. Walking ahead of Max meant that you didn’t see him opening the mailbox and grabbing his key.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only stepping inside once you knew Max was right behind you. Everything looked the exact same as when you left this morning. That is, until you walked into the living room.

Displayed rather nicely on your coffee table, was an abundance of boxes and bags from different luxury brands. There were boxes from YSL, Prada, Valentino, Chanel, Dior. It looked like Max had bought something from every luxury brand in Monaco. There were so many things you couldn’t see the surface of your coffee table at all!

“Mmax?” You were speechless. You weren’t sure how to react to everything you see.

MAx took your hand and gently led you to sit down on the couch. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead he took your shoes off as gently as he could. When he did sit down next to you, he faced his body towards yours and held both of your hands.

“Can I tell you why I got them?” Max asked you. If you weren’t short circuiting, you would’ve been able to hear the nerves as Max spoke. All you could do is nod your head. Your eyes still hadn’t left the pile in front of you.

Letting go of one of your hands, Max reached over and grabbed a little Chanel bag. Grabbing a box from inside it, he opened it to show you a pair of square sunglasses.

“I got these because you’ve never had a pair of proper sunglasses. So now you don’t have to squint or hold your hand over your eyes anymore.” He put them back.

This time he grabbed a Jacquemus box. He opened it and showed you a mini bag.

“I got this one so you can use it when you go out with your friends. It's small and doesn’t get in the way and I already checked that it can hold all your important stuff.” He put it back.

Max let go of your hands completely. He grabbed two things this time. A YSL bag and a Dior box. Standing up, he gently put the box where he just was before he opened the YSL bag. He took the dress out and held it up so you could see it.

“I got this dress because I always see cottage dresses on your Pinterest. This is the closest I could get but I figured it would also be nice for a team barbeque at Christian’s.”

With as much care as he could, Max folded the dress and put it back in the bag as best he could. Swapping the bag for the Dior box. Instead of standing, he started kneeling in front of you. Opening the box, he pulled out another handbag.

“I got this one to match with the dress. I thought it looked pretty and I know you like butterflies and stars. This one also holds the stuff you need everyday.” He put the bag down on the couch and took both of your hands again.

“Liefde, I could go through and tell you a reason for every single one of these gifts but the truth is, I got them all because I love you. And I know you don’t like me spending so much on you, but of everyone I have ever met, you deserve it the most. I don’t want to know what my life would’ve been like without you. I love you so much that not even these gifts can possibly tell you how much. I will spend the rest of my life trying to show even a fraction of that love.”

Max helped you stand up before he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. He cradled you against him.

“You mean the absolute world to me, Mijn Liefde.”

I made myself jealous writing this wtf I also spent way too long on these websites looking for things to use for the fic lmao

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this part two! Don't be too mad at me for how long it took <3

As usual, likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated

MUAH <3

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littlemissthunderstorms · 1 year ago

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dream report

sub humbug alex x soft/rough(ish) dom reader

synopsis: tending to alex after he has a particular dream

based off of this request, (much appreciated, thank you for sharing your ideas!! ❤️)

i’ve been a bit too obsessed with humbug alex recently, he’s just so fuckable kissable. on that note, enjoy!

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about 20 minutes ago, you’d woken up for no apparent reason. you figured you’d drift back into your previous ever so peaceful slumber, but you were wrong.

so now, very much annoyed at your minds inability to fall back asleep, you stared at the wall, mindlessly observing how the moonlight ever so slightly lit up the back of the curtains, the drapes allowing the softest light to mix amongst the darkness the room withheld.

whilst lost in various, mundane thoughts, you sensed your lover shuffling a bit beside you. you turned over to watch him, deciding he was a prettier sight than the wall. his long brown hair splayed across the pillow, curls mussed from sleep. you smiled softly, ever so tenderly tucking a strand away from his face, careful not to wake him.

as you gazed at him, you noticed his lips parting in a small whimper, a sound much too similar to the ones he made when you were intimate. his soft whimpers continued, his hips shuffling a bit under the blankets.

at first, you assumed he must be having some sort of nightmare, but you were proved wrong when a rather loud moan escaped his mouth, followed by a mumble slash whisper that conveyed something along the lines of ‘holy fuck.’

you tried to conceal your laugh but failed, giggling enough for him to jolt awake. you immediately felt bad for waking him, mumbling “shit, sorry.”

alex looked up at you with his sleepy, hazy brown eyes and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek. you adored him like this, all sleepy and soft. “fun dream eh?” you teased. alex’s cheeks flushed a hot red, the comment snapping him out of his half-asleep, half-awake state.

he looked at you, puzzled. “how the fuck do you know?”

you smirked. “because i heard you.”

he covered his face with his hands at your response and you grabbed his wrists in return, sitting up and holding his wrists so they lay on either side of his head. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.” he blushed again as you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his open mouth, sitting up some more so you were now straddling him.

“tell me…. what was it about?” you whispered, evoking chills down his neck. he gulped, trying to regain composure. he didn’t know where to start. the dream was more so in glimpses and flashes, not a fluid scene but god, it did something to him. it was the sort of dream that would loop round’ his mind all day, giving him butterflies every time the images flashed across his mind.

“i- i don’t really know, but um…” he suddenly got a bit shy, breaking eye contact momentarily before he continued. “you were fucking me in the studio,” he flustered, biting the inside of his cheek.

you grinned. “yeah baby? did you like it?”

he nodded, eyes glazing over with need as he gazed up at you, his hips shifting a bit. you leaned in, soft hands cradling his sleepy face as you kissed him with a certain fervor, your tongue sliding against his. he whimpered softly into your mouth, provoking a eager smile from you.

once pulling away from the kiss, you rolled off of him and back over to your side of the bed. “welp, goodnight,” you smiled innocently.

alex looked wildly offended and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “you okay?” you teased, pretending to be confused.

he grabbed your arm. “you can’t just do that to me.” you knitted your brows. “what?” he sighed. “you can’t just kiss me like that after i had a dream about you fucking me and then go back to sleep.”

you sat up, bringing one hand up to tuck a loose strand out of his face, and then intertwining your fingers in the back of his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. “oh alexander, tell me what you want then, hm? use your words.”

his hands traveled just under the hem of your shirt, his fingers pressing into your warm skin. “please, fuck me momma.” he kissed your cheek.

heat flooded to your core at the nickname, and you smirked. “since you asked so nicely.” without warning you positioned yourself so you were on his lap, then pushing him down so he lay flat on the mattress. you took his hands, interlocking your fingers as you pinned his wrists on either side of his head once more.

you nuzzled your face into his neck, pressing slow, sweet kisses that quickly turned into small bites and licks. he was immediately a whimpering mess under you, his hips wriggling as he panted.

you made your way down to his collarbone, which was partly exposed from the large shirt he wore to sleep. you continued to build him up, leaving hickeys and kisses along his shoulders.

eventually, you were pushing his t shirt up, nuzzling your nose into his stomach and pressing soft kisses to it. you grinned at the way his stomach rose and fell in tandem with his shaky breaths.

looking up at him with glazy eyes, you trailed your open mouth down his lower stomach, admiring the way his soft hair framed his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. you pulled alex’s tight boxers down, revealing his almost painful erection.

you barely touched him, taking delight in watching him squirm as you kitten licked the pre cum off his tip. “oh fuck…” he tipped his head back, quickly positioning to look at you once again.

looking up at him, you let a thick strand of drool fall from your open mouth, dribbling down his length. “please, please touch me,” the boy hissed.

you planted a soft kiss on the tip, smiling up at him. “shh shh, keep quiet now, don’t fuss,” you taunted. deciding you’d teased him enough for now, you wrapped your hand around his base, pumping up and down as you sucked his tip into your mouth.

the noises that left his mouth had you squeezing your thighs together, arousal sure to have your underwear soaked by the end of this. savoring the noises he made, you slowly started taking more of him in your mouth, drool coating his length.

alex tangled his fingers in your hair, bucking his hips up as to fuck into your mouth. almost immediately you pulled away, evoking a strangled moan from the boys lips. you sat up, moving to now straddle him again, hovering over his stomach, leaving his cock aching and unattended.

“who’s in control baby? tell me,” you demanded, eyes harsh. alex gazed up at you, immediately regretting his actions. he stuttered, not being able to form coherent words. you grabbed his hair and pulled rather hard, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. “what’s that honey? speak up.”

he whimpered. “you momma, y- you’re in charge m’ sorry.” his eyes teared up a bit and you kissed his cheek, soothingly rubbing his arm. “atta boy, don’t let it happen again.” he nodded quickly, hands gripping your waist.

deciding he didn’t deserve your mouth anymore, you shuffled a bit so you were now hovering over his cock, one hand resting on his lower stomach. he was aching, begging for you to touch him. if he really wanted to, he could angle his hips as to rub against your thigh. that would relieve some of the ache surely, but nevertheless, he wanted to be good for you so he instead gripped the sheets, trying his best to ignore the impulse.

you pushed your underwear down your thighs, kicking them off. you then instructed alex to remove his shirt. he did so immediately, as did you. alex’s gaze fell to your cunt, licking his lips at the way arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

equally eager, you positioned his tip against your entrance, hissing as you sunk down, his thick cock stretching you out so perfectly. you bit your lip, the slight sting from how big he was taking a moment to fade away. heat flooded through your lower stomach as you moaned, alex now fully inside you.

you leaned forward, one hand on the mattress as to hold you up as the other cradled alex’s face. you leaned your forehead against his, soft breaths fanning across your cheek as he whimpered and panted.

“i love you,” he gasped as you rose up and sunk down on him again. you smiled, kissing his nose. “i love you too.” you kissed the corners of his mouth as your hips met his repeatedly, drinking up his little whimpers and gasps.

as much as you liked to be rough when you were in charge, you couldn’t help getting all lovey and sweet with him. the way his doe eyes looked up at you, all gentle and soft had you kissing his face, cradling his cheeks, and nuzzling your face in his neck. you’d give him the world.

his eyes squeezed shut and then languidly fought to open again as you had picked up the pace. your thighs began to grow weak with pleasure, your soft moans and sighs frequently getting louder.

“good boy, letting me fuck him so good, that feel good baby?” you rasped, knowing how much your dirty talk turned him on. he moaned, his nails scratching down your back as he frantically nodded. “yes momma- fuck so good.”

you were impossibly wet, for your arousal had dripped down his length and onto his inner thighs. you repositioned your hips a bit, your face quickly falling into the crook of his damp neck, his cock ever so deliciously stroking your walls in all the right places.

“f-fuck, i’m close mommy,” he gasped, his hands grasping at your back and shoulders, nose pressing into the side of your hair. you pulled back, positioning your mouth over his. you were a bit surprised from how quick it’d taken you both to get close. “me too, cum with me sweetheart.”

and with that, you kissed him, riding him a bit harder than before as your hips started to falter. you slightly bit his plump bottom lip, starting to feel the coil of pleasure build up in your stomach.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he hissed, nails digging deep into your back and scratching as he came, the pain from the scratches and the feeling of his hot release coating your walls sending you over the edge.

you clenched around him at the mere intensity of your orgasm, yelping his name as you rode out your high. once you started to come down, you nearly collapsed onto alex from how tired your arms and legs were.

he chuckled a bit, helping you off of him. once you were now laying down on your side, he nuzzled into you. you brought your arm up to hold his head as he tucked his face into your breasts, his nose grazing the side of your boob. you laughed softly. “you alright baby boy?”

he nodded, still panting. you knew he usually needed a couple of minutes to fully come back, so you cuddled him close, soothingly running your fingers through his damp brown curls, occasionally kissing the corners of his mouth.

moving him off of you a bit, you quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed the glass of water from your nightstand, helping him sit up and take a few sips. he smiled at you sleepily, eyes reflecting shimmery stars as you kissed his cheek, reveling in his musky scent.

“that was.. wow,” he finally mumbled, coming out of his hazy state. you flashed him a sweet smile. “i’m glad i could make you feel good.” you pulled him into your arms again, rubbing his back.

“im sorry about your back, it must sting,” he whispered, referring to the way his nails dug deep into your back when he came. you shook it off. “s’ okay baby, means i fucked you good.” it did sting, but you truly didn’t mind, it was the kind of pain you were proud of, symbolizing how good you were at making your boyfriend cum.

he grinned, yawning. you kissed him once more. “lets get some sleep alright? you’ve gotta go to the studio pretty early tomorrow.”

he groaned. “you aren’t coming with? we can fuck in the bathroom, just like in my dream.” you rolled your eyes, laughing. “sounds tempting. i’ll consider it.”

he chuckled, kissing your cheek before wrapping his arm around your middle. you closed your heavy eyes, reveling in the way the soft bed embraced your sore limbs so comfortably. your lover was happy and content in your arms, the moonlight still glittered through the curtains, and everything was so blissful, so tranquil.

alex’s soft breaths against your cheek elicited a sweet hint of a smile from your lips before you slipped into a peaceful, much needed slumber.

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hope you enjoyed!! im so sleepy i’ll proofread this and make some edits tomorrow

p.s. i like to imagine he starting crafting dangerous animals the next day in the studio

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247-diaperboy · 8 months ago

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A Birthday Pampering

Recent birthdays for Jonathan had become an occasion for disappointment rather than the enjoyment they'd once been.

Last night, Mummy had put him onto one of the new "Pampers EC" range of nappies. The EC stood for "Early Cuckold". They weren't much different to the standard range - the same super absorbant core, maximum swell and enforced waddle, but the usual style of cute animals had been dropped in favour of a simplified, and more appropriate, adult themed wording.

He was still laying in his cot well into the morning, the bulk of multiple wettings and his morning poop now plastered across his backside. Breakfast and had consisted of finger food and three bottles of formula, then the same for lunch, all still from the confines of his cot.

Finally, at around 4pm, feeling throughly dejected on his special day, mummy pulled a t-shirt over his head and fastened his reigns around his chest. Ignoring his swollen nappy she lead him down the stairs to pause in front of the dining room door.

Pushing it open with her left hand she placed the other on his padded bottom and propelled him through the door.

"Supprise!"

The chorus of shouts, whistles and general cheer assaulted his vulnerability, the content of a party popper fell across his shoulder, as eight of his friends faced him from around the dining room table.

As quickly as the cacophony of sound had erupted, an awkward silence fell across the room.

"Oh my god!" Someone blurted, spitting out their last mouthful of Fanta.

"Is that a nappy?" Someone else asked.

A snigger came from two others.

"Phew! Has someone farted... No way! Have you pooped your..?"

"I think he looks... cute?" Sarah said trying to break the tension.

Jonathon covered his face with both hands and stood rooted to the spot, wishing the ground would swallow him up as more of his friends directed demeaning comments towards him.

"Quiet! Quiet, everyone!" Mummy said raising her voice above the escalating laughter. "It's Jonathons nineteenth birthday as you know but it's also time for you to know that he wears nappies!"

"Oh my god, I gave him a blow..." Cindy whispered out loud, her mouth working faster than her brain could compute.

"Well Cindy, I'm sure we didn't need to know that," Mummy chirped back "but if you want to continue dating him, then it's about time he was open with you. In fact all of you. Now Jonathon, what have you got to tell your friends?"

Jonathon's face was a deep shade of crimson. The humiliation of standing in front of his friends in little more than his bulging pampers was overwhelming.

"I..." his throat was dry and his tongue had stuck to the top of his mouth.

"Come on Jonathon, we talked about this, last week"

"But I didn't know you meant like this! In front of my..."

"Do you need a spanking?"

"No mummy!"

"Come on then!"

"I... I'm a big baby and I wear nappies..."

"And?"

"...and I pee and poop...

"AND!"

"And I make stickies in them!" Jonathon squeaked, his voice breaking as tears of shame rolled down his face.

Sarah rushed to his side to console him.

"It's ok Mrs Alexander, I can help. I'm taking childcare at college and we cover this kind of stuff all the time. Well, maybe not quite like this but... still."

"Well, now he's said hello, I think I ought to change his dirty nappy. We don't want him stinking out the place while we're all eating dinner! If you're happy to help Sarah, let's change him next door shall we."

"I'm not missing this for the world!" Robbie said grabbing his phone.

"You're gross" Alex replied putting down his peanut butter sandwich.

"Where are the spare nappies, Mrs Alexander? And do you have wipes and powder and all that stuff?" Sarah asked, shooting a sideways smirk at Cindy, "and 'stickies' are what I think they are, aren't they?"

This story is NOT mine it has been edited and some Photo's have been removed to meet Tumblrs guidelines.

All CREDIT goes to Paddednappy for this awesome story.

#Fiction #diaper community #diaper regression #diapered boy

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 26

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“Do you want a bit more?”

“I'm full, mum.”

“You are eating for two, Olivia.”

“I know. But I'm seriously full, I can't eat anything else.”

“Not even some chocolate?” my dad smirks.

“Not even that, no” I say, caressing my bump.

“What about some rice?” Alex asks.

“Nothing” I reply, trying to give him my most murderous look without anyone noticing.

The day our parents found out I was pregnant, they decided that every weekened we would get together to have lunch and start behaving like the big family we were going to be (at least according to them). And every single time, I've wanted to kill Alex at least once, all because he always makes some joke or comment that they don't get but that I know is a dig towards Declan.

“Oh, you won't believe who I saw the other day” my dad says, changing the topic of conversation. “Matthew!”

“Our Matthew?” Alex's dad asks.

“They very same” my dad says. “We had a little catch up and he told me he's also gonna be a grandad!”

“Oh, that's nice.”

“And it's a girl! I think we've found our boy’s future wife” he chuckles.

“He may not like women. You know that's a possibility, right?” I say.

“He will, Liv. He is gonna be his father's son” Alex grins, making me take deep breaths to not punch him in front of everyone. He's so lucky he'll have time to run away since getting up will take me my time…

“Did he tell you if they've already picked a name?” my mum asks, taking my hand on hers under the table and giving it a little squeeze. She hasn't told me anything, but I know she's noticed how tense things are between Alex and I.

“Elizabeth. It is a lovely name, isn't it, darling?”

“It is, yes” I nod.

“Have you decided on one?”

“No” I say.

“Yes” Alex replies.

“Yes?” his mum says.

“He's gonna be called Alexander like me.”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, raising my voice.

“It is a lovely name, don't you think? I think it will fit him.”

I'm killing him. I swear to God I'm going to kill him.

“Darling, where are you going?” my dad asks me when all I do is get up from my chair.

“Out.”

“Out? Where?”

“For a walk. I need some fresh air, it stinks in here” I say, my eyes focused on Alex and the stupid grin on his face.

“I don't smell anything.”

“Pregnant women smell things you normally wouldn't. It's normal” my mum explains.

“Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me.”

“But you can't go alone, darling. Why don't you take Alex with you?”

“No!” I yell. “I want to be alone!”

“Darling…”

“Alone!” I yell again, storming out of the room.

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“Liv, hey. Is everything ok?”

“I'm going to kill Alex.”

“What did he do now?” Declan says over facetime.

“Be the biggest piece of shit ever, that's what he did.”

“That's not new. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “Where are you?”

“Out. I needed to leave the house. You?”

“At my parents. We all had lunch together.”

“I'm sure your reunion has been more pleasant than mine” I sigh.

“It was surprisingly good, yeah.”

“Surprisingly? What do you mean?”

“I told them about you, Liv.”

“What?”

“Yeah” he smiles. He… He did it. He finally did it. Holy shit.

“And?”

“And they all are looking forward to meeting you. Especially my brothers since they already knew you existed.”

“They… what?”

“I was with them at Wembley when we left together, remember? I had to explain to them where I had gone.”

“Oh, yes…” That game and that day feels like it happened in a different lifetime.

“After that they kept asking me about you, I also told them some things, asked them for advice… Brothers things” he shrugs. “I'm sure you've also talked about me with Kennedy and Olga.”

“Just a tiny bit, yeah” I chuckle.

“Why don't you come over now?”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. You don't seem to be in the mood to go back to your house, and I don't want to go visit my son in jail because his mother has killed someone” he teases me.

“Ha ha ha” I say, rolling my eyes.

“You know it could happen” he smirks.

“I…” No, Olivia. This is not the moment to get turned on by his smile. Not now. Focus. “Declan, are you sure about this? Like… I'm gonna be meeting your family.”

“I know.”

“That's… huge.”

“I know. But you are the mother of my son, Liv. And even if you weren't, you are the girl I would want them to meet.” Has he just said what I think he said? That I… Me… What? “I'll call a car to go pick you up, send me your location.”

“I… ok” I reply.

I'm going to meet Declan's family. His parents. His brothers. Bloody hell.

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“Liv!”

“Oh, hi!”

“How is my cousin?” Declan's littlest nephew says, hugging me and resting his head on my bump.

“He's very well” I smile. “Happy his dad won today.”

“I'm very happy too” he smiles back. “Are you coming home with us?”

“Not today, I'm sorry.”

“Why?” he pouts.

“Because uncle Dec has a surprise for her” Jordan says while joining us and winking at me.

“A surprise? What surprise?”

“It's a secret, we can't tell her.”

“But I want to know!” he protests.

“I'll tell you later, I promise. Did you enjoy the game?” Jordan asks me.

“I did. It was nice to finally have an easy one.”

“It definitely was, yes” he smiles. “Anyway, let's go. Say goodbye to auntie Liv.”

“Bye, auntie Liv. And bye, cousin” Declan's nephew says, kissing my belly and making me laugh.

I still can't believe this is happening. That meeting Declan's family went the way it did, that they all welcomed me with open arms and basically treated me as one of them since the moment they met me.

His parents were the loveliest, his mum asking me many questions about how my pregnancy had been so far but not being too pushy or making me feel uncomfortable. His brothers also asked some questions, but they mostly focused on teasing Declan since they already knew some things about me. Their wives offered to help with everything I may need but without making it overwhelming, and his nephews… His nephews were the cutest, talking to the bump and calling him their cousin, telling him about all the games they would play together and about all the toys they would be saving for him.

“Liv, why are you crying?” Declan asks me once we are in the car after leaving his parents’ house.

“Your family.”

“What about them? I thought it had gone really well, that you have liked them.”

“And I did. I liked them very much. Very very much” I sob.

“Aww, Liv” he says, hugging me while I just cry.

“They are the best.”

“I may be a bit biased here, but… yeah. They are the best.”

And now here I am, at the Emirates, waiting for him after watching the game with Georgina. I'm not ready to sit with them somewhere public just yet and risk someone seeing me and putting two and two together. His ex has been posting very shady things on social media, her fans not being the kindest towards Declan, and we don't need to add more fuel to the fire.

“There you are” he says, walking towards me with the biggest smile on his face. And yes, you guessed it… making my knees feel like jelly. Being pregnant and everything that has happened between us hasn't changed the effect his smile has on me.

“Hello, man of the match” I smile back.

“It's a nice award, isn't it?”

“It actually isn't the prettiest.”

“Liv!” Declan laughs.

“But what matters is what it means.”

“Ok” he laughs again. “I was thinking about giving it to you. Maybe you could put it in your room.”

“And how exactly would I explain that to my father?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah… true. I guess I'll have to add it to my large collection.”

“So humble, Declan Rice” I laugh.

“The most humble one” he smirks. “Should we get going?”

“Yes, of course. I'm looking forward to this surprise you have for me.”

“What? How do you know about that?”

“Jordan” I shrug.

“He… Urgh” he groans. “He didn't tell you anything, did he? Like details.”

“Nope. Just that you had a surprise for me.”

“Well, that's something. Shall we?”

“Let's go” I smile.

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“Wait here and turn around” Declan says, stopping outside one of the rooms in his house.

“What? Why?”

“This is where the surprise is.”

“And I need to turn around because…”

“Because you will definitely try to look at what's inside.”

“I would never do such a thing” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Of course not, Liv” he chuckles. “C'mon, turn around.”

“But…”

“Please” he pouts.

“Ok, fine. But only because I can't stand that face.”

“What's wrong with it?” Declan laughs.

“There is nothing wrong with it” I say, already giving him my back. I don't want him to see that I'm blushing. And why? Because when he pouts the first thought that crosses my mind is how badly I want to bite his lower lip before kissing him.

“Then what is it?”

“Declan, are you going in to give me my surprise or not?”

“Yes, of course. Of course” he says, opening the room's door. “Liv…”

“What.”

“Don't turn around.”

“I wasn't.”

“I saw you.”

“I wasn't, Declan.” But I was. I definitely was turning around. What could he be keeping in that room?

“Liv, did you close the door downstairs?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because there is a cat on the stairs.”

“What?” I say, quickly moving towards them, the door's room being closed behind me. He tricked me. He tricked me so I would not turn around and ruin the surprise. “Not funny, Declan!”

“But it worked!” I hear him say from inside the room. “You can come in now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Liv. C'mon.”

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath. Why am I nervous? “Declan” I gasp when I walk in.

“Surprise” he smiles, standing in the middle of the room. “What do you think?”

“I… I…” I mumble, looking around. A nursery. He had turned one of the rooms in his house into a nursery for the baby.

“It looks a bit boring because I didn't want to paint it or choose a wallpaper without asking you first, but I thought I could start by bringing here the basic things, like his cot, the changing station, a chair to feed him, some toys my nephews gave… Liv” he gasps when I run towards him and hug him as if my life depended on it. “Liv, what…”

“I love it.”

“You… you do?”

“I do. Thank you, Declan” I say, looking up at him.

“You're welcome” he smiles, putting a lock of hair behind my ear, his hand moving to my cheek and caressing it. “You're very welcome.”

And then, as I smell his perfume surrounding me, it all begins again. I start getting lost in his eyes for the millionth time, my heart is beating like crazy against my chest, and my skin is burning where his fingers are touching me, sending goosebumps all over my body. Everything I've ever felt for him still is there, and it is as strong as it was.

Because I love him. It is stupid to keep denying it, to blame my hormones for what I've been feeling. I love Declan, and I don't think I will ever be able to stop loving him.

“Liv” he whispers as he moves closer, his nose brushing against mine. “Liv, I…”

Kiss me. For God's sake, Declan. Just kiss me.

“Do you want a tour of the room?”

“What?” I choke, the feeling of his hand leaving my face and his body not being so close to mine anymore being more painful than a slap.

“The room. There are some details I want to show you. Like this” he says, taking a couple of steps back and completely letting go of me. What the hell did just happen? Was it even real? Did I dream it? Are my hormones making me go crazy? “This was mine” he smiles, playing with the mobile hanging on the cot. “My mother kept it for when I had my own kids. I apparently was obsessed with it and could look at it for hours.”

“Oh, that's… That's cute.”

“And this blanket” Declan says, moving to the chair next to the window. “It also used to be mine. My grandma made it for me and they took me home from the hospital on it. The little man will probably not need it because he will be born in the summer, but… Liv. Liv, hey, are you ok?”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?” he says, taking a step closer and making me take one back. I can't go through all that again. Through all those feelings. I can't.

“I'm fine, Declan. Just a bit overwhelmed because I didn't expect all this.”

“Oh, I see. But have you liked it?”

“I've loved it, I already told you” I say, forcing myself to smile.

“Great” he says, also smiling. “I was really nervous, you know? I didn't know if you would agree with him having his own room here.”

“Why not? You are his dad, aren't you?”

“I am. But things are so complicated with your family and Alex that… I don't know” he shrugs.

“Dec… Declan” I say, forgetting about what I had just done and told myself and walking towards him, taking his hand and putting it on my bump. “You are his dad, and no one and nothing will ever change that.”

“Liv…”

“Ever, Declan. And he agrees.”

“He does, yes” he chuckles, our baby moving as if knowing what we were talking about. As if knowing we needed him right now.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice x reader #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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ninetyminutes · 3 months ago

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any ideas/plot bunnies/hc on a touch starved lorne??? one of my FAVV angsty tropes

Oooh my god yes!!! Lorne is so obvi touch starved. Like he’s constantly fighting between desperately wanting attention and being so unbelievably shy that he won’t ask for it.

Throughout his entire life Lorne has taken care of others, putting their needs before his own. Starting with his dad’s passing at fourteen, Lorne has had to suppress his own emotions and force down his feelings. He doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to be vulnerable, like to be vulnerable is to be weak when he needs to be strong for everyone else. And this sort of carries over into the business world too, dealing with executives and such. We definitely see this in the movie too; when Lorne feels large amounts of emotions, anger in particular, he just completely shuts down and internalizes it. Sure he had his minor outburst when he pulled down all the notecards from the cork board, but the look on his face is damn near passive in that he certainly doesn’t look furious.

Rosie and Lorne cuddle a lot. It’s more rare now since their marriage had kind of broken down to something more platonic in nature, but I can imagine them lying in bed together laughing as they watch some tv program or something. It’s times like those that Lorne misses in regard to their relationship, but she’s happy and he would never be selfish as to put his need for physical contact above her. Sure he could hook up with people or even start dating other people, but opening up to new people is daunting. He never had to tell Rosie anything because she just knew him.

Lorne starts opening up a bit to the other cast members, which is natural given how much time they spend with one another. And the rest of the cast are all very much tactile people, that’s immediately obvious to Lorne.

And they’re sort of careful to not touch Lorne too much at first because they presumed that he didn’t really like to be touched. When Lorne gets overwhelmed, he leaves the situation. He does this after George Carlin refuses to do the Alexander the Great sketch and also after he his argument with Dick Ebersol/the fake blood incident. Everyone just starts to assume when he gets overwhelmed he needs alone time when in actually he just really needs physical contact. This avoidance by them just goes to make Lorne feel more lonely, of course, because he feels like an outsider. He’s not sleeping or eating well, and in general starts to kind of suffer mentally from being left out of group cuddle sessions and other casual touches and what have you.

That is of course until they walk into Lorne’s office and see him lying on the couch in his office with his head in Rosie’s lap as she runs her hands through his hair. And he’s total mush under her fingertips, his eyes are closed and he’s dozing off looking actually completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. There may have been tear streaks on his face as well, but no one comments about it. His hair is absolutely his weakness, too. The girls love to tousle his hair and pretend like they’re fixing it as an excuse to run their fingers through it. He half heartedly complains about them messing it up, the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks. Of course then Danny feels the need to join in like “Ooo, let’s all play with Lorne’s hair!”

Everyone learns pretty quick that he’s never going to ask for or seek out human contact. If asked, he’ll probably politely decline because he’s lowkey a bit shy and awkward. But if someone were to just initiate it themselves, throw their arms around his shoulders or wrap their arms around his waist and rest their head on his shoulder, he will totally melt under the touch. Like he’s completely malleable. Lorne in a bad mood after a meeting with network executives? A nice, long hug will make him feel better. Some days are so hectic that it feels like he can’t catch his breath, but even simple touches help to ground him and keep him centered.

And Lorne doesn’t sleep much, right? Even if he does finally go home to his apartment, most days he doesn’t get as good of quality of sleep as he would if he were sleeping with someone else in the bed. They don’t have to be full on cuddling but just even having another presence helps. Maybe if they see that he’s extra tired as of late, one of them makes up an excuse to ask if they can stay the night at his apartment with him in an effort to get Lorne a solid night of sleep.

#please send me more asks I absolutely loved writing this #omg this is so cute tho #i hope this what you’re looking for because I am in love #I need to write more about this asap #Lorne needs a hug #Lorne is touch starved #I’m adopting this as canon now #I didn’t know if you had any particular ships in mind so I tried to keep it vague :)#saturday night movie #plot bunnies #saturday night (2024)#ninetyminutes’ rambles

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year ago

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Funny Moments of Others with First Prince

Here's a list (in no particular order of funny moments of others with regards to First Prince):

Cash opening the door of the supply closet: "This looks Cozy" - "Yep, we're really Bonding."

Bromance Alerts - Comment "OMFG, Make Out Already."

Luns: "Instead, let's talk about your little European vacation. Can I expect a joint Christmas present from you and the Prince this year." Alex avoids it, later, "Okay, okay. He's a looker, huh?" "Yeah, I mean, if you're into, like, fairy tail princes." "Is anyone not?" "I'm not." "Right."

Alex calls on Christmas. Apologizes and goes to hang up. Henry: "Alex, Christ. It's fine. It's half two here, everyone's gone to bed. Except Bea. Say hi, Bea. "Hi Alex! Henry's got his candy-cane Jim-jams on -" "That's quite enough."

Later, June: "Oh my god, Alex, you made a friend!" ... "I'm so proud of you." "... He's not my friend..." ... "Nope. Tell me everything about your new best friend, who a royal. That's so bougie of you. Who would have guessed it? Omg this is like all those romantic comedies where the girl hires a male escort to pretend to be her wedding date and then falls in love with him for real." "That is not at all what this is like."

June's reaction to the Polo Match: "I'm sorry, Zahra said you're bailing on the fund-raiser this weekend because you're going to a polo match in Connecticut?" "Listen, I'm trying to keep up a geopolitical public relations ruse here." "Dude, people are writing fan fiction about ya'll -" "Yeah, Nora sent me that." " - I think you can give it a rest." "The Crown wants me there!" (in his thoughts, Alex notes a look that he should be concerned about if he wasn't thinking about Henry's mouth.

At the match. Amy: "I don't like that look. You look... sweaty." "I'm gonna go, uh, say hi to Henry." "Please don't elaborate." "Yeah, I know. Plausible deniability." "I don't know what you possibly mean." "Sure. Yep." "Enjoy your summit with the English delegation."

Zahra sends him a link to the "Best Bromance Ever" and writing "Good work, you little shit." Oh, Zahra, if only you knew.

Alex's Hickey. Zahra: "Is that a Hickey?" "I... um, no?" "Do I look stupid to you, Alex? Who is giving you hickeys and why have you not gotten them to sign an NDA." "OMG, if I needed an NDA, you would know. Chill." Zahra does not appreciate being told to Chill and goes onto threaten him.

Pez answering Alex's phone call to Henry. "Alexander, babes. How lovely for you to give your auntie Pezza a ring on this magnificent Sunday Morning." "Hi Pez, where are y'all?" "We are out for a drive, taking in the scenery of Carmarthenshire. Say Good Morning to your strumpet, Henry." "Good Morning, strumpet. What's got you up at four in the morning this time?" ... later, Alex gets Henry to say the name of where he's staying and Pez says, "I was hoping you two would start talking dirty, please do go on."

There's more but this is long. This book is just so funny.

#RWRB #Red white and royal blue book #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #hrh prince henry #first prince #june claremont diaz #princess beatrice #Pez #Zahra #Cash #Amy Chen

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im-out-of-it · 12 days ago

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part 25 of season 3, episode 2 “the powers that be” continued

270. please let this be the last cringe clace scene of this episode I can only take so much

271. I don’t think clary or jace even know or understand what love is. I think they’re both too set in their own conceited ways to think about anything else. let these self absorbed people be together but force them out so we can focus on the better aspects of the show. I would have wanted them to end up with other people because I truly think they make the other person 10000x worse

272. jace: I don’t want to ruin this but also jace: you can’t tell anyone I died and also I’m super vulnerable to possession and I’m the one doing these attacks so I’ll make sure that Alec has to save my ass again and Magnus will have to sacrifice fucking again and then when I finally lose the only thing I care about which is clary I will try to go and get myself killed. that’s so much easier than taking accountability and trying to be a better person

273. yeah because any girl would run the fuck away from jace if they saw how toxic he really is lmao

274. RAJ SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! probably the only time (it’s rare) where I approve of jaces behavior

275. buckle up bitches because this’ll be a ride. how stupid do you have to be to basically say warlocks should go fuck themselves IN FRONT OF ALEXANDER LIGHTWOOD??????? LOOK AT THAT GUY NEXT TO RAJ THINKING OH FUCK HE DID NOT LMAO

276. Alec: I beg your fucking pardon?

277. Raj had no issue taking orders from aldertree and I bet he would’ve chipped downworlders if imogen asked him to, but holy fuck, if downworlders have to be saved then it’s a big fucking problem????? but how stupid do you have to be to say this in front of Alec? it sometimes feels to me that these bigoted shadowhunters don’t see Alec as their leader

288. PUT SOME FUCKING RESPECT ON ALECS NAME HE IS IN CHARGE

289. I love how everyone shuts the fuck up once Alec speaks. you may not like Alec or what he stands for but he is in charge. they seriously just needed to do a bunch of background checks on all shadowhunters, and those who felt the power of the circle or whatever, should have been sent to idris. and I love how Alec does punish raj because he did go over Alec’s head. he would never have done that to aldertree or imogen. people like raj don’t respect Alec

290. see, this is a problem with most shadowhunters. they’re all good with doing their duty as long as it means downworlder lives don’t have to be saved or they don’t have to be near them. Raj is perfectly happy to push all downworlders out of their homes. yes, this plan is risky but people shouldn’t be kicked out of their homes. some shadowhunters really need a piece of the other side because a lot of them think they’re some untouchable gods who are superior. y’all treat downworlders like shit and expect them to save your ass????

(I swear if I was a warlock and one of these prejudiced shadowhunters needed my help, I’d go tell them to fuck right off. actually I’m too sweet so I would help probably but then I’d tell them to go fuck right off lmao)

291. Magnus: I’m Magnus Bane, enough said

292. Alec in his mind: I’m kicking this bitch out the first second I get

293. more on this group, we needed more

294. Raj is getting punished just alone for that comment but overstepping Alec? OFF TO WRANGEL ISLAND BITCH BYE

I seriously do not believe he would ever act that way around any other leader besides Alec. and the way he acts, it makes me know 100% fhat raj does not see Alec as a leader or respect Alec as a leader either

resuming 295 for the next one

#anti cassandra clare #anti cc #just my stupid opinions #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters tv #show alec is superior #show magnus is superior #show malec is superior #shadowhunter show is superior #putting anti cc on all my posts because i don’t need book fans coming to hate thanks #marking this as 3x02 #anti raj because I hate those bitch with every fiber of my core #like this dumbass has the audacity to say that to Alec??????#I forget what cringe clace scene this is but they’re all cringe ew #anti clace

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sinnaminttoast · 1 year ago

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Monarchal summit SPOILERS

Yo…my brain is malfunctioning trying to understand Vampire politics. BUT LET ME TELL YA’LL, I LOVE A GOOD MESS! 🤭 this was such a messy audio.

But the HUG Milo gave sweetheart when they came back. 😭 oh he loves them. Like what I’ve gotten from the summit is that he is ride or die for them. He was so concerned for them and wanted to protect them from being accused of murder.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO ASHER!

I’ve never been like…ooo I find Asher attractive. But he is my bestie so watching him be angry for Sweetheart was so cool. Like, we finally kind of saw him be more assertive. It reminded me of Imp! Asher.

Next…Porter FUCKING Solaire! Oh and Monarch Baz!

HE WAS READY TO GO WITH HIS LITTLE COMEBACKS! There might be some Porter haters and I get it…BUT NOT ME THOUGH! He was so good

And Miss Baz was going at everyone. Like oh my god??? Her little passive aggressive comments about the wolves kind of were…like ok ma’am we didn’t need that but keep going.

Now Christopher’s death…I DONT LIKE HIM SAYING THAT CLOSEKNIT WOULD NEVER HURT DEMONS!

My man Scorpius is not suffering for nothing.

Did Christopher deserve to die? Yea. Fuck him and his propaganda. But do I think he actually murdered Alexander? 🤷‍♀️ I want to lean towards no…IN FACTI THINK IT WAS VE— *gunshots*

I’m kidding but imagine if he had something to do with it. Anyways…

Sweetheart said they were being pushed out of the room magically. So there is more to the story than what actually happened and MAYBE Porter will explain that to Vincent. He seemed to be very serious about what he needs to say.

Anyways back to some unserious shit. Tell me why I can see Babe and Angel just 🧍🧍

Some may disagree with me..BUT IM THINKING DARLIN’ WAS SIDE EYEING EVERYONE THE ENTIRE TIME! Arms crossed and just 👀

I would say Lovely too but they’re with Vincent so I think they’re too preoccupied.

Now I will lay here on the floor and think about this for the rest of next week.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted monarchal summit #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted porter #redacted sweetheart #redacted angel #redacted babe

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growling · 2 months ago

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Fictional characters I am violently hitting with the NPD beam (I am an expert and a professional in this regard)

Edogawa Ranpo bsd (lol. lmao, even. he's like the mental illness georg) (how is this such an unpopular headcanon, he's literally the best unintentional portrayal of npd I seen so fa- ahhhhh nevermind I know exactly why)

Edgar Allan Poe bsd (lol. lmao, even, once again) (ranpoe are not in love they are each others' EPs and both are aroacespec and Ranpo is an aplatonic loveless aro this all is true they telepathically shared that information with me)

Mushitaro Oguri bsd (and with that...... the mushiranpoe narc4narc4narc polycule is complete)

Nakahara Chuuya bsd (in a very "nonstandard" way like the type you'd tell anyone and then they go "but you don't seem like a narcissist :////" anyway I am romantically in love with this man and I need to get to reading Stormbringer whenever I get time.....)

Saigiku Jouno bsd (also forgot to include him in the ASPD post. I know him better than the writers.. they were so close...)

Togami Byakuya (someone check up on him real quick)

Maizono Sayaka

Celestia Ludenberg

Hinata Hajime/Kamukura Izuru (strangling him rn he makes me ill)

Komaeda Nagito (god bless his soul he has every mental illness)

Monaka Towa

Kiibo (I had a whole post about it somewhere...... not gonna look for it.......)

Firestar

Ashfur (<- me projecting)

Hawkfrost

Hollyleaf

Breezepelt

Flametail

Tigerheart/star

Frostdawn

Yomi Hellsmile (I could write a 848789348675484948958039 paragraph essay on this shit I swear I'm gonna start eating the paint off my walls)

Fake Zilch Alexander

Seth Burroughs

Halara Nightmare

Enyne

Ichinose Kazuma (in the fucking trenches rn)

Damon Maitsu (I am actually unable to find his behavior funny because of that like, I just feel bad for him at this point. like, seriously speaking. also at least 50% of all his Mean Comments were just inside thoughts anyway)

#damn that was. long #mine #actually npd #npd safe

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quill-of-thoth · 2 months ago

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Letters from Watson: The Beryl Coronet

Part 1, the fun bits:

Watson's judgemental comments about the "madman" are in keeping with the idea at the time that anyone with obvious symptoms of a mental illness should be kept out of society.

They're also out of keeping with the fact that someone running down an icy street in some extreme emotion has to have happened before during Holmes and Watson's cohabitation. They do however underline the man's frantic behavior when he's indoors and allow Watson to show Holmes kindness as well as his astuteness.

Threadneedle Street is on the far side of London from Baker Street, near St Paul's Cathedral: Alexander Holder has taken the underground across town.

I'm sure that a contemporary audience had at least a conjecture about who "the highest, noblest, most exalted names in England" were, but for the purposes of this story, the vagueness is the point.

A "Morocco Case" is a case made of or lined with moroccan leather. It was a luxury material, used to make cases for other expensive items.

We go through a lot of bankers here in canon but my dudes any time the word "incalculable" is used, you, as a money guy, should say NO.

The Honorable Client speaks of an injury to the coronet solely in terms of needing to replace a Beryl: Beryls are a 7.5 to 8 on the moh's scale, so pretty high: you could scratch them with a diamond or corundum (ruby, sapphire). It's unlikely for this to happen on accident. The Moh's scale was invented in 1812, so it should be pretty widespread in the gem business by the 1880's.

₤50,000 in... let's call it 1887 for the sake of making it as late as my timeline thinks likely... is about 5,520,000 pounds / $6,670,000 today. Ludicrous amounts of money. Still an order of magnitude less than the Hope Diamond (350 million as opposed to 6 million.)

And THE BANKER STILL CARRIES THE DAMN THING HOME.

None of these men have the sense god gave a goose.

Arthur Holder junior is exactly the kind of security risk that anyone could see coming a mile away. A great reason not to take the coronet home, or tell him about it!

As to Holder wishing to marry his niece Mary to his son, after adopting her as a nineteen year old: this is a man who has a NEED to keep everything he values in the same place.

#letters from watson #the beryl coronet #commentary

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heliza24 · 2 years ago

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@megfeiny left this comment on one of my posts:

“If you're up for it, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the Lucia scene in S1.E5. Simon's exasperation combined with his inability to resist Wilhelm's vulnerability is so powerful. And that hug!!! Oh my god. I have no words. It's just beautiful.”

So I thought I’d write a little installment of my intimate scene analysis series about this scene. (You can find the other posts in this series here, here, and here). I was especially interested to revisit it because I know some people really love it, but I haven’t really thought about it separate from the other things going on in that episode before. So let’s dive in and see what we can discover.

The atmosphere of this scene is really off the charts, isn’t it? Sometimes I feel like a broken record talking about the beautiful lighting in all of the intimate scenes but it’s incredible here. I like that there are some candles lit on the windowsill of the classroom, giving an in-universe light source so it feels natural. But there’s also no way just a few candles could create such a soft, golden effect across the entire classroom. So hats off to the cinematographer for making the lighting feel both realistic and heightened at once. I love the way it transforms the classroom, which has often been a place where the differences between Simon and Wilhelm are reinforced (think about Simon realizing he has to basically bribe the teacher to give him the same grades as the rich kids) into a private sanctuary where they are equals.

I think it’s worth pointing out too that this scene isn’t without its strife; I think you can tell that Simon especially feels conflicted about Alexander taking the blame for the drugs. But as @megfeiny points out, Wilhelm’s total emotional vulnerability is what allows Simon to still connect to him, despite those conflicting feelings. And the way that the classroom feels out of time, separated from the rest of the school, reinforces that this is the only place that Wilhelm feels like he can be that vulnerable.

The image of both boys in their Lucia gowns is also really striking. They look like angels, which reinforces the idea that they’re in their own sacred world. White is also the color of innocence, and the gowns have very childish looking collars. This is the last moment of innocence that Wilhelm and Simon have together before the video. I also think it’s significant that everyone is wearing a Lucia gown in this episode except August. I am not Swedish and am not super familiar with the Lucia tradition, but I know it’s about bringing light in the long, dark winter. That’s a thing that Wilhelm and Simon are both about to need, and August is the one causing the darkness in their lives.

I’ve already written about the needle drop used here, Samurai Swords, in my post about the music in the show. But I love how it seems to apply to both Wilhelm and Simon and August, and how its melody really captures the sadness and desperation of the scene.

I also think one of the reasons this scene is so effective is the editing. The way it cuts back and forth between Wilmon and August uploading the video creates a sense of urgency. These two events are happening at the same time, and we can feel Wilhelm and Simon’s time together running out. I also love how Sara and Felice both have significant scenes in this sequence as well (Sara seeing August, Felice giving Sara the role of Lucia). This is one of the moments where all five characters feel perfectly balanced. (Another editing/camera thing that I love, that isn’t about Wilhelm/Simon: the slow push into Sara watching August upload the video through the door of the library. It lets us feel the emotional and physical distance between Sara and August in that moment, but also captures her curiosity and his feeling of doom at being caught).

I also just have to shout out Edvin and Omar’s acting in this scene. The way Simon sighs with frustration when Wilhelm says that Simon is “the only person here he can actually talk to” even as he stands up to embrace him, and the way that Wilhelm is kind of shrunk into himself from all the stress, is just so well done. And of course the way they’re hanging on to each other for dear life in that hug is so affecting.

I think those are all of my thoughts! If you have another scene you want me to look at in more depth, my ask box is open.

#young royals #my meta #ask box #cinematic analysis

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warwickroyals · 2 years ago

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Mrs. Jennifer Ware is the communications secretary to Nicholas and his mother. David Schuyler, who's appeared before and has been mentioned several times, is private secretary to Nicholas/Tatiana and is one of Alex's Godparents. "The people upstairs" refers to the only people "above" Nicholas's office: Louis's household and staff.

[DOCTOR] Your Royal Highness, this is Grace. She and her mother have been staying at Amanda’s House for three months.

[ALEX] It’s very nice to meet you, Grace. You’ve got my daughter’s name. Well, half her name.

[GRACE] You have a daughter?

[ALEX] Yeah, she’s around your age, too.

[GRACE] Is she a princess?

[ALEX] No, she’s an ordinary girl.

[GRACE] Does she go to school?

[SCHUYLER] I don’t understand why he chose to bring her up like that.

[JENNIFER WARE] That isn’t even the worst part.

[ALEX] Maybe when you’re feeling better you can return to school.

[SCHUYLER] Jesus Christ, why would he . . . ? I’ve seen enough; turn it off.

[JENNIFER WARE] You know what I’m about to say, don’t you? I was just telling Julianne the other day, like, what is it? “Julie, Am I a fucking mute or something?” I’ve said this so many times: Prince Alexander is not his brother—

[SCHUYLER] I know, I know—

[JENNIFR WARE] You cannot just throw him into the wild unprepared.

[JENNIFER WARE] He needs notes, Sky! In bullet points and bold or else he won’t fucking read them! He’ll just skim them on his way there and the next thing you know, we have a member of the royal family telling a little girl in palliative care that she’ll get better one day.

[SCHUYLER] Jen, it was an honest mistake.

[JENNIFER WARE] Maybe so, but The Charlatan purchased the rights to that clip yesterday afternoon. This morning they uploaded it to Facebook. Our little mistake sits at over seven-hundred-fifty-thousand views. Over fifty-kay comments, the vast majority of them derisive in nature.

[JENNIFER WARE] The reputation of our second-in-line is holding on by a thread. It’s just been free-falling ever since he left the Prime Minister’s daughter. Even in the press briefings I’ve noticed a change in . . . temperature. That’s why I’ve waylaid you before the meeting. This is too intimate to bring up in front of the others.

[JENNIFER WARE] Listen, I feel for you. You and him were friends. The rest of us were just his employees.

[SCHUYLER] I’ve been here since 6 a.m., whatever emotional pandering you’re about to do, please make it quick.

[JENNIFER WARE] Fine, I’ll summarize. You know those boys, you’ve known them since they were babies. Most people stay with the palace, what, five, six years? You’ve been here for fifteen.

[SCHULERY] There aren’t many opportunities outside the palace. The job market isn’t the best.

[JENNIFER WARE] Don’t bullshit me. You’d began the process of transitioning out back in 2017. Everyone knows what happened.

[SCHUYLER] The late Prince of Danforth’s death was an unprecedented crisis. The family needed me.

[JENNIFER WARE] Right. And they still need you. We’re representing the future King of Sunderland, we can’t have stories of dysfunction and incompetence going to print every Sunday.

[JENNIFER WARE] Talk to those boys. Not as a private secretary, but as a surrogate father.

[SCHUYLER] I doubt they consider me as such. Well, you’re all they have.

[JENNIFER WARE] God knows you give them more attention than your own child.

[SCHUYLER] Yes, for all the good it does. Neither are keen on listening to my advice.

[JENNIFER WARE] That’s not what the people upstairs think. They think you were the one who pressured Prince Nicholas into seeing a therapist. Oh, and one last thing: they were also saw the little clip I just showed you. The meeting you set up between Prince Alexander and The King has been canceled. Like I said: these mistakes have consequences. Talk to those boys.

[SCHUYLER] Bastards.

#warwick.story #chapter three #sim: schulyer #sim: jennifer ware #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ch: alex #ch: schuyler #✨

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everythingsf1ne23 · 11 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 | 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎀💕:

@yarrystyleeza If you want to be added check out my pinned post!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

people in my life are constantly commenting on how I look and my weight, I’ve decided to make a fanfic out of it to hopefully help others, I wasn’t sure how to approach this so I just wrote what felt right, remember that no matter what size you are, you truly are beautiful :) ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, clothes that used to fit, no longer do and Michael comforts her through it

(inspired by the song ‘Brainstorm’ by Alexander 23)

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I look through mine and Michael’s shared wardrobe looking for an outfit as Michael suggested going out and then we could to go a restaurant afterwards,

My knee - high black boots are already on the floor as I’ve picked them out

“I haven’t wore some of these clothes in ages”, I mutter to myself since Winter is drawing to a close and it is starting to get slightly warmer.

ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴅ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ?

ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ

My eyes scan across the old clothes that I wore last spring and summer time, I gasp when I notice the black pleated leather skirt that I wore on my first date with Michael, a smile appears on my face as I remember him saying how gorgeous I looked in it, I didn’t believe him though as some of my family members have always told me “you need to start walking more” or “you’ll never find anyone looking like how you do”, those family members always judge me for my weight but Michael doesn’t and he’s the only person that matters to me.

I decide to pair the skirt with a red tank top, “now that’s a cute outfit”, I tell myself and I giggle at how exciting it was to finally not having to cover up ‘cause of the cold outside.

I pull the skirt up and I’m surprised at how it still fits me, but then I notice the zipper

“God if this zipper doesn’t close, I’ll go mad”, I tell myself and my thoughts were correct of course, the zipper wouldn’t close.

“Stupid fucking zipper!” I shout in frustration and I sit on the bed with my head in my hands, I could feel myself start to sob.

Why can’t I be like all the other girls that I see around here? With their perfect bodies , I mean how could Michael love someone like me? I’m always losing weight just to gain it all over again.

sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ?

'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʏ

Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open,

“Darling are you alright, I heard you shouting?”, I look up at him through my eyes filled with tears.

“My skirt won’t zip up, it used to fit me remember”

Michael sits down beside me and he wraps his arms around me,

“It’s okay that it doesn’t fit anymore pet, I can always get you a new one”

“I wanted to surprise you by wearing it again but I guess I can’t do that now”, I feel tears spill down my face once more and Michael wipes them away,

“I’ll always love you no matter what size you are, you are absolutely stunning in my eyes”

“I constantly see people judging me for how my body looks, from my family to people in the street and I’m so tired of it”,

I respond with honesty in my voice.

“Those people don’t matter, I will forever love you despite what others may think”,

I feel Michael pulling me closer to him for us to hug, he holds me and we stay like that for a few moments.

“Mikey I love you so much, thank you for always being here for me”

“Aww I love you more than anything pet and never forget that…”

Michael stands up from the bed and puts his hand out

“Now get some clothes on so we can go get you some lovely new clothes”

I reach for Michael’s hand and he pulls me up off the bed, I get into a cute comfy outfit and afterwards, I run downstairs ready to head out with Michael.

“Are you ready to go love?”

Michael asks when he sees me

“Yes I am, let’s go!”

And with that, the two of us head out on a walk to the nearest clothes shops, in hopes of finding me a new wardrobe.

#kin rte #kin bbc #kin fanfic #kin fanfiction #charlie cox #michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella fluff

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