#Leaves more Malcolm for the rest of us!

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TW: Bruises/Hickies, Church

AN: Surprise shawtyyy! I was fighting demons to keep a poker face up until this point lolol also normally, I'd have a follow up post for Tuesday if I post on a Monday - but next update will be later this week, as I'm at the point where I'm just straight up making poses for the whole thing lol. (trying not to, because it's time consuming).

Transcript under the cut

Malcolm: Are they done yet? This is boring!

Jonathan: You don’t get it.

Malcolm: Get what!

Jonathan: Mom and Dad. They’re in love and stuff.

Malcolm: Bleh!

Nancy: [whispers] I’m sorry.

Geoffrey: Hm? What for?

Nancy Narrates: [For betraying you]

Nancy Narrates: [For always wanting more when this should be enough]

Nancy Narrates: [You don’t deserve this..]

Nancy: [whispers] Nothing. Nevermind.

-

Jonathan: What happened? What’s wrong with Mom?

Geoffrey: She’s ok, she just needs to rest-

Malcolm: Is it cause she’s drunk?

Geoffrey: Malcolm- Ok, how about you two find a movie for us to watch for boy’s night and I’ll get Mommy ready for bed.

Geoffrey: Nance. I need you to sit up so I can get your night gown on.

Nancy: Mhm.. s’fine.

Geoffrey: [snorts] Alright, suit yourself. Don’t try and steal all the blankets when you get cold tonight.

Nancy: [whimpers] M’ gonna be better, Geoffrey. M’so sorry..

Geoffrey: There you go, apologizing again. You know it’s ok if you do steal them, right, silly? I run hot at night any...anyway-

-

Nancy Narrates: [I made a silent promise to my family that I’ll never stray away from them again. I would make it right, somehow]

Deacon: Today we gather to reflect on the sacred gift of family. God created humanity in His image. From the beginning, we see family is part of His design.

Deacon: It is within our families that we first encounter unconditional love that mirrors God’s own love for us all.

Priest: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Nancy: Amen. [softly] Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been- [exhales] a while since my last confession.

Priest: What is troubling you, my child?

Nancy: I’ve- fallen prey to my weakness for the same sex. I fear what I’ve done will ruin my family.

Priest: Have you struggled with this before?

Nancy: I’ve never really acted on it, until now.

Priest: How do you feel about what you’ve done?

Nancy: Guilt. Shame. Disgust.

Priest: My daughter, these emotions are a sign of your conscience at work. You have acted against your own values. You know these unnatural ways is not in accordance to God’s design. For your penance, I want you to spend time in prayer and consider the harm you’ve caused for yourself and for your soul.

-

Judith: Oh, brother. He said that?

Nancy: It’s nothing I’ve never heard before, growing up in the church and all.

Judith: You know there’s nothing wrong with you, right?

Nancy: [scoffs] I cheated on my husband! That’s unforgivable, in any situation. If Geoffrey ever found out, he’d leave me. The boys would have to suffer through a divorce- a broken family. The media would eat us alive. And my mother, God, if she knew-

Judith: Oh, I am so sick of hearing about that old broad!

Nancy: I just need to put it behind me. Move on. I got it out of my system, so I have no reason to speak to Lily ever again. I’ll never think about another woman. I’ll be good. Normal.

Judith: What the hell is normal, anyway? If you’re abnormal, than so am I.

Nancy: [sighs] You’re not married or a mother.

Judith: Have you even allowed yourself a moment to revel in this?

Nancy: Why would I?

Judith: Because you finally gave yourself something you wanted. Put the shame and all those nasty feelings aside for a second and tell me about it.

Nancy: [groans] God, it felt so good. The sex yes, but there was something about her obeying everything I said that thrilled me. If I close my eyes now, I can still feel her teeth in my skin, her gasps when I squeezed her throat.

Judith: There.

Nancy: What? There what?

Judith: The real you. You pack her away so much that when you finally allow her to show, she shines.

Nancy: She frightens me..

Judith: Good! She’s a real bitch, and she’s ready for her debut! I want to see you at your brightest, darling. It’s when you’re the happiest.

Nancy: I don’t know if happiness was in the cards I was dealt.

Judith: I believe it is. And when it comes, bask in it, darling.

-

Jonathan: Move, Malcolm! I have the phone!

Malcolm: NO! Let me talk to mommy!

Nancy: Quit bickering, you two. Jonathan, let your brother speak too, please.

Malcolm: YEAH!

Jonathan: [groans] Fine! Mom, are you almost home? Will you be late again?

Nancy: I’ve just wrapped up my last client and I’ll be on my way.

Malcolm: Then we can look for a Christmas tree?!

Nancy: We sure can, my love. I’ll see you both very, very soon.

Jonathan: Promise?

Nancy: I promise. I love you both so much.

Assistant: Mrs. Landgraab, you have a guest asking for you in the lobby.

Nancy: [scoffs] You’re joking? No, no I can’t. Have them book an appointment. I’m leaving for the evening.

Assistant: I suggested that, but they refused to leave and insisted on seeing you.

Nancy: Oh, fucking hell.. fine. Page my driver to wait for me out front anyway. I’ll make this quick.

Nancy: [breathlessly] Vanessa.

Vanessa: Hello Nancy.

[warping-realities]

Where Would You Rather Be? (Redux)

A collaboration with the amazing @johnbrand

“You know I love you, right?” Malcolm reaffirmed to his boyfriend. “And I’m here for you, babe.”

It had been a hell of a week for Shane. He had been living in the city for almost ten years now, moving there for college and then sticking around after graduation. It was a scary transition, but thanks to the quick friends he made, the ride was a bit easier. One of them, Shane’s freshman roommate—who he had lived with and then kept close since they met—got an eviction notice the week before. Shane had been as supportive as he could through the whole mess, but watching his buddy pack up and leave was a real kick in the gut. His friend would now be living hours away, no longer right next door.

Shane nodded his head, followed by a quick “Thanks, babe.”

“I’m happy to be the shoulder you can cry on, I know this sucks” Malcolm sympathized. “Still wanna grab dinner tonight? We can bail on the plans if you need some time.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Shane said with a slight smile. “Plus, it’s our third anniversary—you’ve done more than your fair share, and I’m super grateful for that.”

Malcolm chuckled, quickly snatching Shane from behind. “Then maybe you’ll have to show some gratitude later tonight.”

Rolling his eyes, Shane still returned the passionate kiss from his boyfriend.

That night, he found himself back in his own home. After climbing a few flights of stairs, he was surprised to find his buddy’s old apartment door wide open. Curious, Shane peeked in, and without thinking twice, he stepped into the familiar space, now filled with unknown furniture, boxes, and other random junk scattered around.

Before he could snoop around, a voice from behind barked at him to move aside. “Get outta the way, bro!”

The rich baritone caught Shane so off guard that he jumped a bit, scurrying as a big dude stomped through the doorway before dropping a few boxes. At least six feet tall, the buff, masculine intruder immediately intimidated Shane. Shirtless, barefoot, and rocking some tiny shorts that could easily be mistaken for underwear. Probably due to the effort of hauling all those boxes, the muscular man gave off a strong, manly odor that quickly overwhelmed Shane’s senses. In fact, all of his senses, although he didn’t really realize it. The stranger smiled cockily, sizing Shane up with eyes glinting with mischief before speaking.

“Mind being useful and helping me organize the rest of my stuff?” the man asked. Shane, a bit freaked out by the pure masculinity in front of him, didn’t say a word. The guy didn’t need his response, though, knowing Shane would help him out no matter what. Shane couldn’t explain what came over him; his mouth was just hanging open while cardboard boxes were dumped into his waiting arms.

In minutes, he was soaked in sweat, having to peel off layer after layer of clothing as he helped the stranger organize the apartment. His mind screamed at the absurdity of the situation, yet he kept doing what the man asked him to do like a robot. After an hour of relentless work, the guy, noticing Shane’s drenched clothes, pulled out a change of clothes from one of the boxes still piled in a corner.

“Put these on, thank goodness I wear extra-large, bro, so they should fit your chubby ass!” he said, flexing his muscles and releasing another wave of that masculine musk from his armpits.

Drowsy Shane picked up the clearly unwashed tank top and gym shorts, reeking of that same animal musk but concentrated from days of use. That scent almost made him hurl.

“What are you waiting for, man? Put these on already. We still got work to do.”

Once again, not understanding why, Shane felt compelled to obey, stripping down in front of his new neighbor until he was left only in his underwear. He was already putting on his shorts when the man interrupted him.

“No, man, you gotta let the jewels breathe. Not that they take up much space, from what I can see, but there’s no reason to squeeze the poor things,” he quipped, bursting into laughter, and Shane, even without getting the joke, found himself laughing along. When he was finally dressed in the provided clothes, completely engulfed by the animalistic smell, the man approached him with a grin.

“Back to work, man, a little more exercise and maybe you’ll fill out those clothes just right,” he said with a smirk. Shane just nodded and kept working.

Before he knew it, another two hours had flown by, and the apartment now had a minimally organized look, unlike the previous chaos. The night fully enveloped the dimly lit room.

“Martin,” the mysterious man finally offered his name, alongside a giant meaty hand that crushed Shane’s. “Are you my new neighbor?”

“Uh... yeah,” Shane finally spoke, pointing to the wall their apartments would share.

“Cool, bro,” Martin replied. “Wanna chill on the balcony with me for a bit?”

Shane checked his watch, noting that there was still some time before he had to get ready for his dinner date. “Sure.” Following the muscular alpha outside, Shane took a seat on the wicker couch while waiting for Martin. He did his best to plan out the remaining time he had. Not realizing that the tight outfit now seemed to hang off his body, which in the last few hours had shed a good amount of fat while gaining a little muscle, revealing a face that was somewhere between cute and handsome.

“Sit over there,” Martin directed as he stepped onto the balcony. Shane didn’t think twice about getting up and moving aside so Martin could sit on the couch. It wasn’t until he moved to the other side of the coffee table that Shane realized Martin wanted him to sit on the deck.

“That’s right, faggot. Sit in front of my feet,” Martin said, the friendly smile fading from his face as he propped his giant, smelly feet up on the table.

Shane was shocked, offended by his neighbor’s sudden bigotry. The lame joke about the size of his dick was one thing, but this vocabulary was degrading and... the smell of a full day’s work was coming off those giant boards Martin called feet. And Shane train of thought completely derailed. So he did as he was told, taking his seat in front of the two massive soles placed before him. Somewhat exasperated by the incomprehensible actions he had taken up until that point and anxious not to miss his meeting with his boyfriend, Shane shifted uncomfortably in the awkward spot, to the point that Martin himself noticed.

“You got any plans tonight, fag?” Martin questioned.

In a flustered, embarrassed, and strangely lustful state, Shane answered, “Yeah, I have an anniversary dinner with my boyfriend.”

Martin snickered. “And when is that?”

“I should start getting ready in 10 minutes,” Shane’s response was robotic. “I’ve gotta shower, get dressed, wrap my present, and then travel.”

Martin mulled this over for a bit, relishing the fact that Shane would wait for his next prompt. He was completely overtaken by the scent that wafted from the other man. Martin’s natural musk and body odor held an authority over him like nothing else ever had.

“Let me make you a deal, faggot,” Martin finally said. “You can bounce now, get ready, and have a great night with your loving boyfriend. Or you can stay seated right where you are, at the feet of a straight man, waiting for my next command and finally discover what it’s like to be a real man!”

Shane didn’t reply, shocked by what Martin was insinuating. With casual indifference, Martin wiggled his toes in front of Shane, knowing the silence was already his answer. But in true alpha fashion, Martin made sure to hammer his superiority home.

“Where would you rather be, faggot?” he asked, with his feet releasing another wave of potent funk towards an already completely subdued prey.

They stayed there without saying a word: Martin laid-back, comfortable, and minding his own business, and Shane at his feet. Neither got up as time ticked by. In his head, Shane’s plans slowly morphed. He didn’t need to wrap Malcolm’s present, he didn’t need to shower, he didn’t even need to change. Eventually, the anniversary dinner came and went, and Shane was still at the feet of the straight man.

“Well, now that you’ve made your choice I gotta keep my promise, right, sissy boy? But to be my bro, you gotta become a real man, don’t you, Shotgun?”

“My name is…”

“Shut up, sissy boy. You’ll be able to talk when you’re a man and have a place to sit by my side, not at my feet!”

Imbued by Martin’s potent scent and words of dominance, Shane fell silent.

“I don’t give a damn what you were known for, Shotgun,” Martin retorted, making the smaller man shiver at the sound of that nickname. “I don’t care about your art degree or the lame job you do or the degenerate things you do with your fag boyfriend. And that doesn’t matter to you either, Shotgun, because it’s not real, but what I’m gonna tell you now is that it is real, and your jelly brain is gonna do its best to make it happen.” The man concluded, lifting both arms and releasing the most powerful wave of musk yet, taking Shane... or Shotgun?... what kind of name is that? That didn’t matter, only the wave of nauseating smell that invaded him.

“Take it like a man, Shotgun,” Martin ordered, and he obeyed. “What you’re gonna do is very simple, I want you to think about all the jocks who humiliated you in school, the fraternity brothers who often give each other nicknames just like yours, Shotgun, which you certainly mocked but deep down envied. I want you to think about all the real men you and your faggot friends called toxic behind their backs without having the guts to face them. I want you to picture yourself as one of them, with all the stereotypes of white cis straight men, yada yada yada bullshit that your liberal faggot mind has stored. I want you to take all their traits and slap them on yourself. Habits, behavior, conduct, appearance, desires, thoughts, everything! Yeah, everything you think about guys like me applied to you. When you’re done, Shotgun, then we’ll talk man to man, and only then I’ll wanna know more about my new bro. A bro who scored this awesome apartment for a fellow frat brother moving across the country as soon as he heard someone just like him was moving here, just for the spirit of brotherhood that exists between real men that your old self would never have been able to grasp! Do it now!

The wave of nausea hit its peak; Shane felt the vomit rising in his throat but held it back, swallowing it down again, while another sensation took over his head, a feeling of being invaded and violated, his mind dominated by a relentless buzz, his vision flooded with a myriad of colors, while his whole body itched as if a million ants were crawling over him. The whole situation was overwhelming. And it got worse when his memories and recollections started to twist and reform, everything he was being tangled up in a whirlwind of misinformation. He found himself facing several traumatic situations from his life, but in reverse roles; the bullying he suffered turning into the bullying he practiced, the sports activities observed from afar being felt and lived, the toxic behavior going from being judged to being experienced and appreciated. And with that, new memories surfacing, time in the gym sculpting his body to perfection, nights of sex with various women whose names he didn’t even remember, his work at the art gallery replaced by a finance job earned not through talent but through connections made via his fraternity brothers. At last the image of Malcolm, the great love of his life, being erased. In an internal scream of despair, he tried to cling to that safe harbor, but that ship had already sailed to new waters, taking with it his humility, knowledge, empathy, and kindness. Leaving only inflated self-confidence, privilege, and respect only for those he considers equal or superior.

As the night wore on and Shane’s inner turmoil reached its peak, his exterior was undergoing its own transformation. His muscles were going into overdrive. They just kept contracting and expanding. Over and over. Lost in jumbled thoughts, he couldn’t feel his bones stretching longer. But each one was stretching out to its new length, growing denser to support his new weight. His average build quickly disappeared as muscle packed onto his recent lean frame. Little by little, he felt constricted by Martin’s clothing. The shirt pulled at his chest and shoulders while the shorts barely contained his thick, muscular ass, with his thighs growing like tree trunks, stretching the fabric to its limit. His shoulders broadened, turning into large round orbs jutting from his sides. Two mighty pecs pushed a bit in front of him while a firm set of abs grew more defined right underneath. His biceps bulged out of his arms while his forearms widened to support the new strength building within him. Amid the chaos of conflicting memories, his average-sized dick, the butt of Martin’s jokes, quickly grew to new heights. What had been his maximum hard was now his flaccid member. His calves grew to the size of most men thighs. Meanwhile, his feet grew well beyond the previous size 8, increasing to the point of competing with Martin’s stinky paws, which had to be at least size 13. The changes also hit his face, which took on a more squared-off, rugged look, with his button nose growing and turning into an aquiline nose that could’ve easily been broken in a fight, which only reinforced the raw masculinity taking over from his previous cuteness.

Finally, a smile formed on his chiseled face, oozing confidence and displaying his internal arrogance for all to see.

Seeing that smile appear, Martin knew his work was nearly done. And when that new Shane let out a fart and a burp, he knew it was all over. Feeling that new putrid smell mix with his own musk, he turned to the other man.

“Damn, Shotgun, you’re rank!”

“I didn’t get the name Shotgun Shane for nothing, man; it was for the shots I could take back in college, but I almost got called Stinkbomb for what I let out. Now, if you’re gonna complain about the smell, you better get those damn feet outta my face!” Shane shot back, his arrogant smile widening. This made Martin lift his feet off Shane’s face while cracking up.

“I knew we’d be best bros the moment we met, Shotgun,” he said, admiring the result of his handiwork.

“Me too, bro; way better having you as a neighbor than that faggot who lived here before.”

“If you compare me to some queer again, I’m gonna mess you up.”

“You can try!” Shane replied, flexing one of his powerful arms before continuing. “But you’re right, there’s no comparison, dude. To make it up to you, how about I take you to check out the hottest club in town? Celebrate the move by picking up some chicks?”

“Now you’re speaking my language, bro!”

….

Martin hated waiting on others, even though he himself had no problem showing up late. Apparently, Shane inherited that same trait during his transformation. The other man had gone home, took forever in the shower, and then posted some pretty provocative videos on his social media. The first one showed off his well-developed muscles while he seductively invited all the girls interested in him to meet him and his best bro at a city club.

In the second video, he just slid the camera down, revealing the huge package he had stuck in his underwear. All of this under the suggestive caption, “You really gonna miss this?”

Martin was super stoked with the results of his actions. Moving to a new city was tricky, but having a bro made it a whole lot easier, no matter that bro had been crafted by him. Still, he wondered if he hadn’t put too much of himself into the other man while he waited for him with a frown and his arms crossed. After a reasonable amount of waiting, he saw the gigantic figure strutting toward him down the first-floor corridor and was sure he had indeed put too much of himself into the other man, which could lead to some friction in the future when they had to sort out their power dynamics, but at that moment, that didn’t matter; he just wanted to have a good time, and there wouldn’t be better company than someone who was practically him in another body.

That became even clearer when Shane stopped in front of his irritated face and flexed his muscles playfully.

“What’s with the ugly mug, dude? You wanna throw down?”

“The ugly mug is because you took your sweet time, Shotgun! And you can joke all you want, but you can’t compete with this,” he replied, flexing one of his powerful arms. “Now let’s go after some hot chicks, or what?”

….

Malcolm didn’t quite know why he was in that dump of bigotry and toxicity. He just felt like something was missing and couldn’t quite put his finger on what. His trip to the place was the result of an Instagram video where one of the typical patrons invited all the interested bitches to come on down. Malcolm didn’t consider himself a bitch and usually would’ve laughed if someone said he might be into a dude like that, yet here he was. Knowing he had no chance of getting close to that man radiating toxicity. But only when he saw that self-proclaimed Shotgun Shane chatting up a hot young woman did something stir within him, a memory of a passionate kiss shared just that morning.

“S-Shane…?” he murmured, though he didn’t know exactly who this man was, he felt something deeply wrong was going on. While he stood there, dumbfounded, the man made his move and kissed the woman, which made him decide to leave the place as he was hit by another wave of strangeness and sadness mixed together.

However, he wasn’t the only one watching the scene; on the other side of the club, Martin saw his supposed wingman score before he did.

“Damn, I really put too much of myself in that dude,” he muttered as he weaved through the crowd. That’s when he saw Malcolm hurrying along with a look of confusion.

Well, if his wingman bailed on him, he could just make another one, right? It’s not like there was a shortage of material to work with, as that other faggot’s presence left abundantly clear. He just needed to be a bit more careful not to overdo it again, although he didn’t really have that refined of a control over the final result, and the most likely outcome would be ending up with another bro exactly like him. But he didn’t care that much; to him, there wouldn’t be better company than his own, and if someone asked him where and with whom he rather be, the answer would always be the same, he thought, smiling as he approached his future bro.

[johnbrand]

Where Would You Rather Be?

“You know I love you right?” Malcolm reaffirmed his boyfriend. “And I’m here for you.”

It had been a difficult week for Shane. He had lived in the city for almost ten years now, having moved originally for college and then sticking around after graduation. It had been a scary transition, but thanks to the quick friends he had made, the journey was easier.

One of them, Shane’s freshman roommate who he had lived with and then nearby since they had first met, had received an eviction notice the week prior. Shane had been as supportive as he could through the entire process, but watching his dear friend pack up and leave was stressful. His friend would now be living hours away, no longer right next door.

Shane nodded his head, followed by a quick “Thank you.”

“I’m happy to be the shoulder you can cry on, I know this is hard,” Malcolm sympathized. “Would you still like to go out for dinner tonight? We can cancel plans if you need some time.”

“No, no I’ll be fine,” Shane smiled a bit. “Plus it’s our third anniversary–you’ve done more than your fair share and I'm thankful for that.”

Malcolm chuckled, quickly grabbing Shane from the behind, “Then perhaps you’ll have to show your gratitude later tonight.”

Rolling his eyes, Shane gave his boyfriend a soft peck before departing back for his apartment. After climbing a few flights of stairs, he was surprised to find the door to his friend’s former apartment wide open. Curious, Shane swung his head in, noticing boxes and other assorted items sprawled across the otherwise empty space. Before he could investigate further, a voice from behind ordered him to move aside.

“Get out of the way, bro!”

The rich baritone caught Shane by so much of a surprise that he visibly jumped a bit, scurrying as a large figure stomped through the doorway before dropping a few boxes down. At least above six feet tall, the buff, masculine intruder immediately intimidated Shane. 

“Mind being useful and helping me grab the rest of my stuff?” the man asked. Shane, a bit petrified by the pure masculinity in front of him, did not utter a word. The man did not need his response however, knowing Shane would help him in whatever means necessary. Shane could not explain what had come over him, his mouth unable to formulate words as cardboard boxes were dropped into his waiting arms. Before he knew it, two hours had gone by and everything had been brought into the man’s apartment.

“Martin,” the mysterious man finally offered his name, alongside a giant meaty mitt that crushed Shane’s. “Are you my new neighbor?”

“Uh…yeah,” Shane finally spoke, pointing to the wall that their apartments would share. 

“Cool bro,” Martin replied. “Wanna go sit out on the balcony with me for a bit?”

Martin checked his watch, noting that there was still a little time before he had to get ready for his dinner date. “Sure.” Following the muscular alpha outside, Shane took a seat on the wicker couch as he waited for Martin to grab himself a drink. He did his best to schedule out the remaining amount of his free time, and to finally register how hot his face was. 

“Sit over there,” Martin directed as he stepped onto the balcony. Shane did not stop himself from getting up and moving aside so Martin could sit on the couch. It was not until he had moved to the other side of the coffee table that Shane realized that Martin wanted him to sit on the deck.

“That’s right, faggot,” Martin responded, noticing Shane’s confusion. “Sit in front of my feet.”

Shane was shocked, offended by his neighbor’s sudden bigotry. Yet he did as he was instructed, taking his seat in front of the two massive soles that were placed in front of him. 

“You got any plans tonight, fag?” Martin questioned. 

In a flustered, embarrassed, and strangely lustful state, Shane answered, “Yes, I have an anniversary dinner with my boyfriend.”

Martin snickered. “And when is that?”

“I should start getting ready in 10 minutes,” Shane’s response was robotic. “I’ve got to shower, get dressed, wrap my present, and then travel.”

Martin considered this for a while, basking in the fact that Shane would await his next prompt. Shane could smell the man before him, Martin’s natural musk and body odor holding an authority over him like nothing else had ever before.

“Let me offer you a deal, faggot,” Martin finally said. “You can leave now, get ready and go have a great night with your loving boyfriend. Or you can stay seated exactly where you are, at the feet of a straight man, waiting for my next command and praying that I let you service me through whatever means possible.”

Shane did not reply, shocked by what Martin was insinuating. With casual indifference, Martin wiggled his casual toes in front of Shane, knowing the silence was already his answer. But in true alpha fashion, Martin made sure to drive his superiority home.

“Where would you rather be, faggot?”

They remained there without uttering a word: Martin laidback, comfortable, and minding his own business, and Shane at his feet. Neither got up as time ticked past. In his head, Shane’s plans slowly altered. He did not need to wrap Malcolm's present, he did not need to shower, he did not even need to change. But eventually, the anniversary dinner came and went, and Shane was still at the feet of the straight man.

Shane could only hope that someday Malcolm would understand that their relationship would never have been as fulfilling as one with a straight man's feet.

[odo-apologist]

Every ENT character is the most character ever. Archer is a bitch he plays a fundamental role in the creation of the Federation he brings his dog on away missions which once causes a diplomatic incident he likes water polo he commits war crimes he saw a gazelle giving birth and implements it into his rousing speeches he had a wet dream about his first officer that included his dog's funeral he had to carry the soul of the creator of the main tenets of Vulcan philosophy in his head he gives a lecture on Tycho Brahe while getting his ass beaten during an interrogation scene. T'Pol is strict in her Vulcan beliefs she doesn't believe in time travel even as she's presented with irrefutable evidence and remains somewhat skeptical after experiencing it firsthand she is the funniest person on Enterprise she is more emotional than average Vulcans to the point that she had to have memories erased for causing her too much distress she could canonically pick up any of her crewmates and carry them bridal style she has Vulcan HIV she has it cured by the woman that later watches Spock and Kirk roll around in the sand in Amok Time she is technically canonically trans she is a recovering drug addict. Trip is a perfect gentleman he undergoes incredible emotional losses his favorite movies are Frankenstein Bride of Frankenstein and Son of Frankenstein he gets pregnant five episodes in he dies in the worst episode of the entire series (and the entire franchise) only to have that death retconned in the following tie-in novels he ran around the ship in his underwear he leaves the ship for a couple weeks only to come back after one person had been kidnapped another thrown in jail and the engines are on the verge of destruction and reacts like :/. Malcolm is gay he has 50 ex-girlfriends he has only had one friend in his life his own sister barely knows anything about him he dies alone he likes pineapple even though he's allergic to it he gets spacesick he worked as an agent for a top secret organization he's afraid of drowning he whined about getting a cold he had a spike driven through his leg and didn't complain at all he has a psychosexual obsession with a man he thinks is after his job and grows to respect once they had a homoerotic fight scene before witnessing him die. Hoshi is a linguistic prodigy she's the greatest contributor to the universal translator she has a panic attack on one of her first missions she ran a gambling ring she has a black belt in aikido and broke her superior's arm she has never been to the principal's office in her life she is afraid to use the transporter she became an empress in an alternate universe she is the only one who gets laid on Risa making her the first human to do so she reacted to the threat of getting worms injected into her brain to make her reveal secret information by spitting in her interrogator's face. Travis is the sweetest man ever he loves rock climbing he gets injured whenever he tries to use those skills he's a fan of ghost stories he grew up on a small freighter he gets neglected by the narrative his counterpart helps Hoshi become empress he works out when he's horny he dies in a alternate future where Earth is destroyed he's a movie buff who would probably love the Criterion Collection he likes to chill in a part of the ship with zero gravity which he calls "the sweet spot." Phlox grins like the Cheshire Cat he breaks doctor patient confidentiality to help figure out Malcolm's favorite food he goes crazy when the rest of the crew have to sleep through part of space because of how social his species is he has three wives who in turn have three husbands he responds to the news of one of his wives propositioning a crew member by being like "cool! have fun :]" he once nearly vivisects Travis because he's being affected by radiation and gets obsessed with knowing why the guy has a simple headache he has a menagerie in the middle of his sickbay. And they're all my best friends.

[death---dealer]

Imagine joking with like Malcom and the other humans and reader says "I like older men" and Malcolm's like "clearly" while point at caesar. Old man caesar we all say in unison.

YOU DID THIS TO ME I ---

It was nice to have a conversation with another Human, you thought dimly and handed Malcolm a wrench. Rusted around the edges, but it was still sturdy enough to use as he muttered a small ‘thank you’ to you. There was nothing of consequence to be said, other Humans liked to shoot the breeze. Apes… Not as much, you smiled at that. They took things in stride, surely, but the idea of small talk was not well established and most conversations were of substance and had deeper meaning.

The topic on the docket today as you helped Humanity out in a good deed set by the King of Apes himself, setting you to assist in getting the power back at the Dam so they could leave and never return, was the concept of actors. Primarily the ones you liked, having cringed a few times at Malcolm’s favorite choice, understanding and leaning more into Ellie when she began pestering about how much of a looker that Jeff Goldblum had been. Malcolm’s face contorted in confusion, “Really? Outta any guy out there,” He scoffed at his wife and it left her smiling towards you with a mild flushing and a roll of the eyes, “You pick that goofy lookin’ dude?” “We like funny guys.” You commented hap-hazardly, grateful on the inside that nothing you were saying was being analyzed into oblivion by the Apes carrying rocks behind you, out from the bellows of the Earth and teetering upwards to sit on the Sun. You thought about that briefly, how even now in the more primitive nature of the Apes, they were still able to metaphorically move mountains and level plains. 

“The funnier the better.” Ellie noted, looking back at Alexander as he pulled her attention away. Malcolm nodded and processed that, letting his gaze fall back on the great King himself for a split second as he bargained a bit before drawing his eyes back to yours, “Funny?” “Funny.” Grinning down at your hands, the heat hit your cheeks and suddenly the chill that was brought against your spine was gone and replaced with static sitting uncomfortably, but not unwelcomed by any means, against your tailbone. You shuffled your feet stagnantly in your crouched position, resting your fingertips on the ground momentarily so as to not lose your balance and fall down the small flight of stairs behind you. 

His gaze said it all, you knew, he knew as he nodded again in acceptance, this time with a wry chuckle and a small sarcastic ‘Never would have thought.’

“Let me guess,” Malcolm said clearly this time and squinted his eyes to focus on a particular yellow wire, used you assumed, to plug into the dashboard to get the power flowing freely, “You like them hairy?”

“Nah,” Joking, you could feel the density of Caesar’s fur on your fingertips at the mere idea hitting your mind. So hard on the surface, but once you dug deeper in, it became soft to touch and you yearned to grasp it and yank hard enough to command his attention. “I like them older though.”

Wiggling your eyebrows at your fellow Human, you raised your eyes to meet the ever piercing gaze of Caesar as you finished your statement staring straight into the green embezzlement that could get you to submit without even a word, “More experienced, if you catch my drift.”

[cakepoppresent]

I'm All Ears

Transcript Under the Cut plus more rambles ~

Lol I guess Daisuke is gonna have to ask Luna to spend the holidays with his family some other time

[Daisuke]: How does it feel? Its not too hot is it?

[Luna]: No it feels great

[Daisuke]: I’ve never done something like this before.

[Luna]: Really? It seems like you’re a natural at this. A little too good actually.

[Daisuke]: I can assure you this is a new experience for me. I didn’t realize this much product was needed.

[Luna]: Is it a lot of products? This is typical for my wash days. I didn’t even bring my products for my hot oil treatments

[Daisuke]: Shampoo, Conditioner, Leave in conditioner and something called hair milk. It seems like a lot

[Luna]: haha you sound like my brother. I have to force him to take care of his hair properly. But it’s not a lot I promise you and thank you for the help

[Daisuke]: Do you have any work lined up for Winterfest? I was hoping you could spend the holiday with me and my family

Luna's Thoughts

*How is Andre doing?* *What would Malcolm think?* *What the hell was her Dad doing*

[Daisuke]: Luna?

[Luna]: Oh My God! I’m so sorry Dai, You asked me something?

[Daisuke]: I did but it seems like you have a lot on your mind. Is everything okay?

[Luna]: Um...Its fine. I’m just worried about Malcolm, he’s just being a little annoying

[Daisuke]: Oh? Would you like to talk about it?

[Daisuke]: I’ve never seen you blank out like that. If it’s heavy on your chest I’m here to listen

[Luna]: I don’t want to bother you with my family drama. It’s just Malcolm being a big baby

[Luna]: I don’t want to be a bother

[Luna]: I know, I know but it’s still kind of embarrassing

[Daisuke]: Luna. You’re important to me I can’t just ignore you when its obvious you have something on your mind

[Daisuke]: Don’t overthink it. I’m all ears sweetheart

[Daisuke]: I can assure you nothing you tell can be worse than my own family

[Luna]: Really?

[Daisuke]: I promise you. I’ll fill you in on my own family drama. Come up on the couch and talk to me

[Luna]: I have an older brother, Andre, and he left after he graduated high school and just disappeared. Wouldn’t answer our messages or calls and our Dad refused to tell us anything about him. Malcolm took it really hard and feels like Andre didn’t care to stay...didn’t care about us anymore.

[Daisuke]: I’m sorry Luna, that must have been hard

[Luna]: Our dad wasn’t the greatest and Malcolm took a lot of comfort with Andre so when he left it was like that comfort disappeared and he had to deal with our dad on his own. I think he held out hope but when Andre didn’t show up for our graduation he completely wrote Andre off

[Luna]: I recently saw Andre working as a dishwasher at some restaurant and tried to get him to meet Malcolm and it blew up in my face. Malcolm doesn’t even want to have a conversation about him, but I'm worried about Andre. Malcolm feels like I’m going to abandon him, I obviously wouldn’t do that but now I feel I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

[Daisuke]: This isn’t overwhelming sweetheart. It’s better to get this all off your chest. Gives you a chance to see things more clearly.

[Luna]: It’s just exhausting. I want them both in my life but Malcolm can be very sensitive and I don’t know how to navigate this. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you but I just wanted to get this off my chest

[Daisuke]: We can keep talking about this for the rest of the night. I’m here to listen to all your grievances

[Luna]: Thank you Dai. This means a lot

[Daisuke]: Come on sweetheart, let's head to the bedroom

[Luna]: Okay. I want to go shopping tomorrow. Come with me?

[Daisuke]: Of Course

[freddie-77-ao3]

Riordanverse Characters As EPIC Lyrics

"I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died" is Clarisse after manhattan

"Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart" is Silena in general

"No matter the place, we can light up the world" is Lee and Luke, when they're dreaming of college right before Luke betrays them

"Time... I've unlocked it, I see past and future running free" is Rachel before manhattan, she sees all sorts of visions and doesn't know what's going on, just knows that it isn't happening now

"There is a world where I help you get home, but that's not a world I know" is Leo to Jason. If only he'd made it back just a bit sooner-- maybe jason wouldn't be dead

"A man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you" is drew returning to camp after manhattan, and at the start of this war she was happy and bright, and now she's unrecognizable.

"I'm the only one who's line I haven't crossed"

"What if I'm the one who killed you, every time I caved to guilt"

"What if I've been far to kind to foes but a monster to ourselves"

"Learn to be colder when she got older, and now she saves them the pain" Drew refusing to let aphrodite kids fight. if people don't remember they CAN fight, they won't make them fight. if they're kept out of the worst of the battles... well. drew will have protected them in the way she can.

"Does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile"

"Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" that's a general drew and malcolm idea that connor is opposed to but can't get through to them on

"i must become the monster, and then we'll make it home" percy in house of hades (especially with ahklys)

"I have something that I must confess, something that I must get off my chest, until it is said I cannot rest" silena, trying to tell clarisse she's the spy, before she resorts to the drastic pulling a patroclus

"No, i'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer" Drew Tanaka in general. like she won't fight. she'll watch from the sidelines, manipulate people into doing things, but she doesn't want to get her hands dirty again.

"Of course I'd like to leave now, of course I'd like to run, but I can hardly sleep now, knowing everything we've done" Connor, refusing to run away with Malcolm and Drew the night before a big battle (you choose if it's manhattan, the BOO, or a trials of apollo battle)

"Wouldn't you like a taste of the power, wouldn't you like to use more than words?" some new camper trying to convince drew to fight (and then promptly getting stabbed, because drew CAN fight, she just prefers charmspeak)

"I've got people to protect... so I'm not taking chances" silena on why she chose to join luke. like yeah she was groomed but she also honestly thought it would protect those closest to her.

"i still believe in goodness, I still believe that we could be kind" connor, trying to reason with malcolm, drew, or clarisse in war counsel (about the romans specifically)

"you are reckless, sentimental at best" ares to clarisse about her fighting in manhattan (her loved ones' deaths were the things motivating her and she told kronos to fight her so)

"I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known" malcolm to annabeth in an argument early on.

"what good would killing do, when mercy is a skill, more of this world could learn to use?" connor again, probably about the romans.

"the blood we shed, it never dries, is this what it means to be a warrior" sherman praying to his father, (he was so paralyzed by guilt after the battle of manhattan he would have nightmares about being covered in blood again and just throw up), (this is when he loses faith)

"this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms, whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart"

"i'd like to show my friend that kindness is brave" silena about clarisse

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart?" clarisse to silena

bolded are chb in general

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 36 (Home Renovation & A New Routine)

The first thing Heather did with the Landgraabs' money was hire contractors to add a second story to her home. Her son was small enough for now and his crib still fit in the living room, but their one-bedroom home would only get smaller as he grew, so she added two new bedrooms (one for Ash, one for guests) and a second bathroom.

She didn't really have an eye for design, but she knew she liked green and yellow and decorated accordingly. The money from Malcolm was meant as an investment in their son’s future and this home expansion certainly qualified, but she was determined to grow her business and raise the rest of the 175,000 on her own. Even though she was a long way from independence, she began to dream of the day she could rebrand the clinic under her own name.

Per Heather and Malcolm's agreement, Heather would keep primary custody, but Ash would spend some weekends with his father in San Myshuno, and the first weekend crept up on Heather with so much to do at work. She dreaded being separated from her son, least of all so he could spend a weekend under the influence of Nancy Landgraab.

"It's fine. This is healthy even though it's hard." She gave herself a pep talk before she left for the city with her son, then stopped in to visit her family at Fountainview Penthouse before they were due at the Landgraabs.

Her Uncle Karl and his husband Mortimer greeted them warmly. "Ash looks like you," said Mortimer kindly, but Heather thought she heard a hint of relief in his voice. Was it because of the curse? The less he looked like a Landgraab, the better?

Catching her mind wandering about the old tale, she admonished herself for taking it so seriously. It's just a name, and curses aren't real. She forced herself to repeat the thought like a mantra.

Holly was still wearing her deep-sea fishing uniform when they arrived after her workday. She talked excitedly about the job she loved as her nephew bounced to Mortimer's old school records in her arms. "The catches in the bay are so huge they could eat the fish swimming through the River Bagley! And Kris' work as an art critic is beginning to get attention. Every piece he writes is better than the last!" Ash wriggled from her arms to wiggle on the floor.

"He loves music, I guess," noted Holly's husband, Kris. "Didn't you say Malcolm was a music fan."

Heather nodded, anxious to imagine her son inheriting more traits from his father. Music was one of the many interests she and Malcolm never shared. Even though she listened to music growing up, she always preferred quieter surroundings.

(I like when my sims pick their own faves. Eventually I just had to give her a favourite -Focus Music fyi- because I waited until YA to see what music she ended up liking, and the only music preference she ever developed was that she hates alternative.)

The only time she ever sought out music was to focus on projects for school, and her brother always said ambient sounds weren't really music, anyway. Heather was fine with that, but Malcolm never understood why she didn't know anything about all the hottest new bands and singers. "He used to say I grew up under a pretty little rock in our tiny little hometown."

"Malcolm's a jerk," said Kris, and Holly nodded in emphatic agreement. "But your son's pretty cute. Maybe we should have one, Hols."

Holly beamed. "I've already reached the top of my career, so I'm ready whenever you are. I've been ready!"

Heather knew her generous sister and her high school sweetheart would make wonderful parents when the time was right, but for now she had to leave them. "Ash and I have to go. Nancy will be such a pill if I'm late."

Despite her fear, Heather knew she had no choice but to adapt to this new routine with the Landgraabs. ->

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[ana-deaky]

Too Much To Ask For | Ari Levinson x Reader

So what would happen if your boyfriend accidentally saw a Twitter notification and this particular Twitter notification revealed that you had a second account and your boyfriend scrolled through the account to find something spicy. What did he find you ask? Gotta wait a couple of paragraphs for that 😉

Warnings: Soft!Ari x reader, some fluff, some SMUT! Fingering, licking and implied. Proceed at your own risk! (seriously tho)

Let the reading begin.. 😋

Barefoot felt like a good idea, so did a good warm bath which you dreamt of since you got off work at the very ungodly hour of 8 instead of the usual 5. Blame it on the new intern to misfile the wrong paper and for you to run behind fixing all the dominoes that fell on due to the new girl, including having to have a meeting with the said intern. Thank God, Andy was in a better mood? The lemongrass smell was all you could dream about and a glass of the leftover white wine from last night's catch-up sesh with Malcolm. Thank fuck Malcolm exists!!!

Heels already in hand, imagining the lemongrass oil fragrance, you go up the elevator and walk the empty hallway. You let the heels drop in front of your door and started fishing through your bag for the keys. You huff and grunt as you pull out the charger and then your laptop to see inside the bag which seemed to be Hermione's magic handbag at this moment. The pitter-patter from the other side had you look up and thinking to yourself "Oh thank fuck he's home" when the door opened and revealed..

"Ari.. wha..? What are you.. when did you..? I mean hey, hi", your boyfriend stepped aside to let you walk in. "Hey treasure" and pressed a kiss against your temple. "When did you... Where's Malcolm?", you said after giving him a hug. Gosh that felt good after almost.. what was it.. a month?. "I flew in early afternoon. I tried calling you but I couldn't get through." "Fuck! I left it on silent when", you waved your hand and then took off your coat, "Work was hectic so I left it on silent for the whole day, sorry." "I thought I'd surprise you here at home. Malcolm said I could wait for you here, then he got a call and long story short, he won't be back till the morning." You smiled to yourself and rolled your eyes hearing Malcolm leaving Ari by himself.

"Babe!! Did you get me that?", you said noticing the vase of calla lillies that were not here when you tripped on the coffee table this morning. "Part of the surprise", he continued, "And I called the office to check on you because obviously I was concerned." "Obviously" "Mmhmm and they said you were in some meeting or something so I just figured I'd wait and maybe order takeout for the night", he said with a grin. "I missed you", you said giving him a hug again, you cheek resting against his chest and his big wrapping around you in the most comfiest bear hug ever. Happiest place in the world, fuck Disneyland.

"I've missed you more, for sure.", he said chuckling and continued, "Do you want to sit down and talk about work or something?". You looked up at him, "What's or something?", you asked coyly. "I don't know.. maybe I could draw us a bath and then watch a movie." You hummed. "Or I can help alleviate some of that work stress, Tesoro", his voice going bass-er and his hand almost petting your hair. A shiver ran through your spine as you heard the nickname.

Ari and you had been going out for six months now. Matchmade by your wonderful boss, Andy. And by week 3 of dating, Ari proposed that you two go steady and things have been amazing romantically and especially sexually. Man! That man is a beast in the bedroom, not complaining. But the thing is, in all the past six months Ari has called you princess, treasure and sunshine and other names too (wink wink) but never tesoro. Why would it surprise now, you'd ask? Tesoro was your alternate Twitter handle were you expressed thoughts without letting the world know it is you.

"Ari wh-", your back was pressed against the sofa with your legs spread and Ari kneeling in between you knees before you could finish your sentence. Ari leaned forward to grab you by the neck ever so softly and planted his lips on yours, devouring on you as if his life depended on it. His free hand was busy lightly tracing your face to your neck and going south to unbutton your shirt. A palm slipping inside the bra to fully envelope your breast and you feel a squeeze and then moan into his mouth which he takes as an opportunity to entangle your tongues.

His hand abandons your tit to slide down the side of your abdomen and then over your thighs and removing your stockings and repeats the gesture with your other leg. When he was done leaving your legs naked, he pulled away and leaned back to lift up your right leg and place it on your shoulder. You thought he growled as he looked at you spreadeagled and almost naked.. all for him. He ever-slowly and sensually starts kissing you up your leg. He paused at the hem of your skirt and brought his hands to raise your skirt and then gently caresses up you inner thigh upto your sex.

He hummed a tone of satisfaction to himself as he gently moved the panty to one side and felt the wetness starting to coat on his fingers. He presses a finger into your sex and begins rubbing against your clit. It had seemed forever since you felt him inside you and your body is already starting to build with the painful need to come around him. You stretch your feet, pointing your toes hard, feeling them curl and extend in preparation for your climax.

"Ari.. I need you, please", you begged. “Not yet.” He pulls his fingers out of me and before You have a chance to react to the loss of contact, his mouth is on you. His tongue penetrates your wet channel, rubbing your inner walls before pulling out of you and flicking your clit. He does that motion again and again until he settles on your clit, alternating between licking, sucking, and nibbling. Just a gentle graze that sends delicious jolts up your spine and into your brain.

You grip the back of his head and clamp your thighs around his ears as you watch him submerge his entire face in your sex. The tip of his tongue continues to tickle the engorged flesh between your legs and you're ready to explode. “Fuck, Ari. I’m going to come!” You hear him slurping and sucking everything that your body offers him. “Come, princess. I know you’re close.” you begin to rock against his face, feeling the orgasm at the tip of your tongue…and his as well. “Yes!” you scream. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my Goddddd,” you chant. You shut your eyes just as the feeling explodes through you, causing fireworks behind your eyelids. You're barely down from the high when he's on you again.

“Ari, please.”, you beg again. He pulls away for a brief moment and asks, “How long did you stay after your usual work, princess?”. You stammer, “I..”. “I just asked you a question and I know you are far from being dumb still so tell me how many hours did you stay back at work today?”, he asks again in his almost dominating voice. “Three”, you replied instantly.

“Two more to go till you get me then, tesoro”

[agaypanic]

Hello, I've been looking for something about reese wilkerson But there's not much about him, so I saw you write for him.

I wanted to know if you could write about reese with a girlfriend who is the complete opposite of him as she is super nice and cute to everyone but no one understands how she is reese's girlfriend .

Algo así como que la gente los mire raro cuando caminan de la mano o Malcolm los mire mientras cocinan juntos riéndose.

Incluso ellos hablan y usan apodos lindos mientras caminan en el centro comercial o Reese es un novio protector porque hay personas que quieren aprovecharse de la amabilidad de su novia.

Sorry if it's a lot you can take some things out if you think it is

Disculpe las molestias o si hay algún error. El inglés no es mi primer idioma.

Reese Wilkerson With a Complete Opposite GF Headcanons

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You two first met in class

The teacher sat him next to you in hopes that you could keep him quiet

That didn’t work

Seeing you for the first time made him want to talk more, but to you

You would always help him with his homework and in-class assignments

“Do you need help?” You asked after watching him stare at his paper without a move for 5 minutes.

“Nah, I just won’t do it.” Reese shrugged, ready to toss the paper in his backpack where he’d forget about it. You scooted closer to him, making him stop.

“Are you sure? I can explain it if you want? I’d hate to see you fail.” He looked at you and became entranced with your sweet smile.

“O-Okay.”

Reese liked that you never made him feel dumb when he didn’t understand something

He gets into fewer fights, not wanting to disappoint you

But if anyone says something about you?

It’s on sight

“I just don’t know why you did that, Reese. You could’ve walked away.” You gently lectured as you cleaned up his busted-up knuckles.

“He deserved it.” The boy grumbled, wincing slightly as you patted his wounds with hydrogen peroxide. You didn’t speak again until you put the last bandaid on.

“Promise that you won’t get into stupid fights over me.” You held your pinky out, and Reese’s heart melted at the sight. He reluctantly hooked his pinky with yours.

“Promise.”

He still got into the occasional fight over you, but he was much more secretive about it

When he brought you to meet the family for the first time, everyone was shocked

Why was this super sweet girl dating an absolute hooligan???

Lois thought it was a joke at first

But when she saw how Reese looked at you when you interacted with him and his family, she knew it was real

You were talking to Dewey about his musical interests after dinner. Reese didn’t care what in particular you were talking about. He just liked seeing the smile on your face as you talked about it with his brother.

When you had to go home, he insisted on taking you. He waited at the front door for you to grab your things when Dewey came up to him.

“Your girlfriend’s cool.” Reese gave a dopey smile, watching you tie your shoes on.

“Hell yeah, she is.”

He’s so whipped for you

You wanna hold hands? Absolutely

Have a date idea that you think is really cute and fun? Let’s do it right now

Wanna paint his nails? Only if they match yours

“Are you wearing nail polish?” Malcolm asked, looking at his brother’s hands.

“Yeah.” The little smile on Reese’s face as he looked at your work disappeared, turning into a threatening look as he eyed Malcolm. “Got a problem with it?”

Gets jealous or worried that you’ll leave him for someone else

Reese needs constant reassurance that you love him

“Reese, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone. You know that, right?” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I know. It’s just….” He sat up from his reclined position on his bed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What if everyone’s right?”

“About what?”

“Us! I mean, you’re you, and I’m me. I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”

“Oh, Reese.” You cooed, lifting his head so he’ll make eye contact with you. “I went out with you because I liked you. And I stayed because I still like you.” He stayed quiet for a minute, processing your words.

“Promise?” He asked meekly. You smiled, raising your pinky so he could latch his to yours.

“Promise.”

Would do anything for you

Some people still don’t understand how you guys are together

But it’s okay because you two understand, and in the end, that’s all that matters

[phaticserpent]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter two: Not Giving Up

Prologue | Chapter one

Pan stared at the quiet ocean, the one place that brought him peace and quiet from everything. And….the place that he made his promise to you. He gritted his teeth in frustration and clutched onto his pan flute; he had asked the indigenous population and the mermaids, but there was no sign of you. It’s like you had disappeared but he knew you didn’t. 

Were you avoiding him? 

No…that couldn’t be. He figured his new identity caused you to be wary of him, but how could he tell you that he was THE Malcolm when you were being elusive. The entire island of Neverland felt small, until he was looking for one shapeshifter. 

“Made me wait.” He called out. “I don’t mind waiting.” The mermaids swam closer, giggling as Pan rose to his full height. 

“Still looking for the beloved Neverland shapeshifter? Is she eluding you? Pan?” One mermaid teased, which made the rest giggle. 

“Do you know her whereabouts? Can you tell me when she’s in the water?”

“We barely see her.” Another mermaid sighed. “She’s discouraged from talking to us because you like to spend more time with us. Perhaps, she hates you.” The other mermaids snickered knowingly. 

“Why would she hate me?”

“And why would she avoid you if you two were so close?” 

“....Can you give me her name?” 

“She didn’t tell you?” They gasped at this information. “Perhaps the two of you aren’t as close as you thought.” 

“You….” Pan clenched his fist before relaxing. “What do I have to do to get her name or attention?” 

“Search every tree, I don’t know.” A mermaid shrugged while staring at her nails. “Put up a big message proclaiming your love and want for her.” Pan rolled his eyes. 

“Well, thank you ladies for the ‘helpful’ information. I won’t bother you anymore with this.” Pan sighed as he turned around to leave. He would just have to play the long game, he didn’t mind. He wouldn't give up until he found you. 

You stared from afar as Pan walked away dejectedly, which filled you with a sense of pride. Once he disappeared into the expansive forest, you flew down and revealed yourself to the mermaids, who greeted you. 

“(Y/N)! I missed you!” A mermaid cried. 

“Did you bring anything shiny for me from the forest?” 

You smiled. “It’s been a while! Sorry for not seeing you guys sooner.” The mermaids all cooed and rushed to reassure you. “How have things been?”

“Boring.” A mermaid responded.

“Ugh, absolutely exhausting.” Another mermaid said. “Pan has been hounding us with questions about you. Even dumping information about him visiting Neverland as a child and being with you, ugh.” 

“Oh, he did? That’s odd.” You stared at them. “Did he tell you his name? I’m assuming his actual name isn’t ‘Peter Pan’.” 

“He won’t tell us, he only says that the two of you were close.” That was an odd thing to say. “Truthfully, I think he’s lying.” 

“Lying?” You tilted your head. “About what?”

“He’s obsessed with magic.” Another mermaid answered. “I heard, the deal he made with The Shadow was exchanging youth. He abandoned his child to stay here.” You gasped at the revelation, you never thought about what kind of deal Pan and The Shadow made. Meanwhile, the other mermaids started to argue over theories of what actually happened. 

“How ironic….he would leave his own child but bring other children here.” You scoffed. 

“He’s probably going to steal your magic!” A mermaid cried out. “Avoid him at all costs!” 

“I’m trying.” You sighed. “His lost boys are everywhere. I don’t think I’ll be able to hide anywhere.” 

“Why did you never tell him your name?” Another mermaid piped in. “If he knew you and if you knew him, you would’ve told him your name.” 

“Ah well….I never really gave my name to anyone. I don’t think I told Malcolm either. He just kind of called me ‘lassie’. He never asked either.” You shrugged. “So I never told anyone.” They all wished you luck in this giant game of hide and seek, shouting words of encouragement for you. 

“Don’t give up!” They all shouted together before diving into the ocean. You wouldn’t, not when your life and essence was at stake. 

Taglist (send an ask or comment to be added!): @kornelia-yells-in-the-void @fandom-fae @james-800

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 4)

All the counsellors are seated around the pool table, Chiron towering over them in his centaur form.

There's some new faces Travis isn't used to see here.

Malcolm took Annabeth's place, his grey eyes are sullen, his blond hair a rat nest.

Ah. He does remember hearing Connor talk about how smart, amazing, clever, beautiful the son of Athena is.

Next to him is Miranda Gardiner, when she sees him looking at her she gives a small comforting smile. She's never been as bitter as Katie for the Easter bunnies.

Then there's Sherman for Ares who's new but the rest is familiar.

Jake Mason for Hephaestus, Drew for Aphrodite, his dear Will for Apollo and himself for Hermes.

As for the minor gods, Travis knows every counsellor.

Lou Ellen, Paolo, Damian, Chiara, Holly and Laurel, Clovis, Butch, all of them stayed under his care before Percy's wish to the Olympians.

He remembers fondly their departure from the Hermes Cabin. There had been crying, hugging as well as promises of always be there for them should they ever need it. He likes to think he kept that promise rather well, judging form the smiles he's receiving he doesn't think he's wrong.

"Children settle down, we have work to do."

"The prophecy is about Connor, I'm sure of it Chiron."

"I agree with Travis, in this context the youngest brother can only mean him", Malcolm adds.

"Any ideas for the questers ?" asks Miranda.

"Travis and me, tale as old as deceit must be a reference to Hermes stealing my father's cattle. Even more, the liar and the healer don't let place much more interpretations," reasons Will.

"I think I know where you headed," pipes up Lou, "the crying chants could mean the Underworld. Like, the screams of the damned from the Fields of Punishment."

"Charming interpretation Lou," he mumbles, shooting a small smile to the girl who only shrugs.

"You're clearly looking for a plant. One I suppose is from Persephone's garden. It is composed of flowers made from jewels which explains the gleaming petals and lifeless plants."

They all look at Drew with surprise.

"That's... that's actually a very good guess Tanaka," Damian says, shock written all over his face.

"You don't have to look so surprised. I think we have already established the fact that Aphrodite's daughters can be full of surprises, a lot of you know that."

"Miss Tanaka," warns Chiron, "this meeting is crucial to the survival of one of your campmates, please refrain from causing any kind of strife."

Drew huffs but otherwise stays silent.

Yes Drew, please don't mention the sensitive subject of Silena when my brother's life in on the line.

"Okay, so we know that Will and I have to go the Underworld and find a way to get the flower. All in two days, the scythe reaps at the end of the second day, it's Thanatos's one isn't it ? Connor got two days left, just like you said Will."

Two days to find an entrance to the Underworld.

Two days to convince a goddess to give them what they want.

Two days to come back with the cure.

It's not enough, the first day has already begun and they haven't even left Camp.

Travis's grips his chair under the table, fingers turning white.

It's not enough time and everybody in this room is aware of the irony.

A son of Hermes not being fast enough.

"Time passes differently in the Underworld, as it does in dreams by the way," yawns Clovis, "you cannot not try."

"What if I don't make it ? I have to be by my brother's side when he..." his voice cracks, "when he leaves us."

Clovis raises his eyebrow, "And if you don't try, you will be left with an everlasting doubt and guilt about doing nothing. I have travelled through so many dreams Travis, so many demigods consumed by regret. Connor will be into good hands here, surrounded by fiends. Your job as his brother is to do everything in your power to save him."

He concludes his tirade by face planting on the table, soft snores following quickly after.

"Now Damian, that's someone you can look with surprise," says Drew with a touch of admiration in her voice, "who knew Clovis could be such a philosopher ?"

Lou Ellen raises her hand.

"What about the price you are willing to pay ?", asks Holly, "obviously Persephone is not going to give you the flower for free. Gods, and me, never miss a chance to win something in a deal."

"She's right, a flower with the power the save someone's life..." Damian hesitates, "she'll want something equal in value."

Another life is left unsaid.

An eye for an eye, a life for a life.

Fair enough a deal, one Travis is willing to take.

"Travis, I'm not letting you go on this quest unless you promise not to sacrifice your life."

Will's voice is firm leaving no place for argumentation.

"What ? Will I have to go on this quest ! The prophecy says so."

"Don't lecture on prophecies ! It says that a liar must go on a quest to save a younger brother. It could very well mean Chris."

"Oh please ! We both know it means me ! Why would you not let me go on a quest to save my brother ?! You know more than enough what's it's like to lose them !"

"And that's why I don't won't to lose another one !"

Will's cracking voice leaves him silent. The others demigods are pointedly looking either at the ceiling or the ground, fidgeting uncomfortably on their seats.

The son of Apollo takes a big breath and looks in his eyes.

"Promise me, Travis, that you want exchange your life for the flower. I don't want that. Connor wouldn't want that."

Deep down, Travis knows his best friend is right.

"But", he says shakily, "it might the only way."

"It won't be. We'll find another one. We'll steal the damn flower if we need to. But you are not killing yourself."

Killing yourself

Killing yourself

Leaving Connor alone again.

Leaving Connor with the guilt of being alive because his brother died for him.

He crumbles on his chair and Will is instantly by his side, a comforting presence next to him.

"I promise you Will, I promise you I won't sacrifice myself."

The relief in the grip on his shoulder indicates him that Will believes him.

Chiron clears his throat.

"Mister Stoll and Mister Solace, please go back to your respective cabins and pack whatever you think is necessary. You are both experienced campers, I trust your judgment. You are to depart immediately."

Travis nods before standing up and leaving the Big House, not before the other counsellors wished him luck. He even received a bandanna from Paolo, the son of Hebe claiming it has magical properties.

Once he packed everything he needed and said goodbye to his siblings, he joins Will at Thalia's tree.

"Where are we going doctor ?"

"You're supposed to be the traveller, you tell me."

"You lack of knowledge is astonishing my dear friend, our destination is New York, Central Park."

"Underworld entrance I presume ?"

"You are sure you didn't inherit any kind of prophetic abilities ? You deduction skills are remarkable Watson !"

"Why am I Watson ? I'm smart enough to be Sherlock !"

"Watson's doctor dummy."

"And Sherlock's a drug addict. You're right, fits just like a glove."

Travis punches Will on the shoulder, the little brat snickering as he runs to Argos who's driving them to New York.

Hold on Connie, I'll save you, I promise.

part 5 posted !

[stella-lesair]

Ranger's Apprentice Charcters at an annual family gathering

(yes, they are all a family now)

Will and Gilan: The cousins that pretend to not have seen each other for a year. In reality, they see each other at least twice a week. They greet each other extremely loud and hit each other on the backs in a way that leaves marks. After that, they run around, do impressions of other family members, or get up to other shenanigans.

Horace: Without fail, he's somewhere near the cake buffet. He talks with everyone near him, gives ratings on the different cakes, and after his latest victim left, he turns to Sandra and Pauline and asks how he is related with that person

Pauline and Sandra: They chat the whole time and agree on pretty much every topic. They also do the passive-aggressive children comparing (i.e. 'My son just graduated and started a business. What's your kid up to?') They always say they should meet up and chat more, but never do so.

David, Arald, and Duncan: As soon as the evening comes around, they're the dads that go BBQing outside. With a beer in hand, they will chat while making actually pretty decent food. Also, they will BBQ every year without exceptions. They don't care if there's a blizzard. It's just some cold water after all, that can't stop them. Also, Gilan and Will occasionally try to sabotage them, which always ends up being entertainment for all. The three also insult each other heavily, but brush it off like it is nothing.

Cassie and Alyss: From afar, they just look like two friends getting along splendidly, chatting away about their hobbies. In reality, they are not talking about their hobbies. Stories about local murders, rape, and breakup gossip get shared like they are conversations about the weather. If you don't need a therapist when walking away from their conversation, you are incredibly lucky.

George: He does not want to be there, he just has so much work to do. He just sits in a corner and is on his phone.

Crowley: He's that uncle with the mission to talk with everyone. He's always cheerful, can merge into any conversation (even Cassie and Alyss') and shares the gossip within the family. He also organises the family gatherings each year.

Halt: He 'hates' the family gatherings with a burning passion. He secretly does enjoy them, but he's got a reputation to live up to. Pauline knows of this, so she 'drags' him along to every meeting. Once they arrive, Crowley immediately starts talking to him and making him join him on his mission. On some occasions, Halt tries to stop Gil&Will's shenanigans, on other occasions, he helps them with them. Their suspicion towards him is one of his joys at this event.

Jenny: She brought the food. Afterwards she just kind of wanders through the room doing everything and nothing at the same time. Once the dads start to BBQ, she sometimes joins them, bringing them spices and such to improve their food. They don't really use them, saying that the way they've always been making the meat is just fine. Jenny is always a little disappointed by that.

Malcolm: Due to his work, he's only rarely at a family gathering. But when he is, he stations himself at one table and does not stand up until the whole event is over. In ways unknown to the rest of the family, he manages every single time to get to Will abandon his jokes, and sit down with him and listen patiently. Some family members (Halt) have been trying to find out how Malcolm does it for years now, but to no avail.

Erak: He's not part of the family, yet he shows up every year. For a very long time, most didn't even know his name, or what made him show up for the first time at the gathering. After 7 years, Arald randomly says in a conversation that he was the one that made Erak join them. When asked why or from where they knew each other, he responded with: 'From nowhere. He just walked by while Duncan, David, and I were outside at the BBQ. I saw him, offered him a beer, and he joined us. Got no idea where the fella exactly came from, but he's a cool guy, in'he?'

[townsenddecades]

1323 – Day 4

Over the following months, the earl’s brother continues his visits to Malika, so that even the neighbours and the children eventually realize what is transpiring. The barbed comments by their neighbours – some of whom, like the older Watmores, remember Anne Townsend and her noble bastard – have no difficulty in getting under Benjamin’s skin.

They don’t argue over Malika’s dalliance. It is far too late for that. But Benjamin is quicker to anger over small things, which she finds difficult to bear without becoming irritated herself. They try to put a good face on it, but it’s obvious to the rest of the family that their relationship is suffering.

But there are happy tidings, in these months, too. Little Edwin has survived his first eighteen months of life, and while the crops aren’t growing as much as the Townsends would like, they are growing.

Benjamin and Malcolm spend some of the sunnier autumn days at the river to fish, which affords them no small catch. Malika, meanwhile, spends most of her days doing housework, caring for the cow in the morning and for the children until sundown. Little Edwin is getting more curious by the day, and she makes it a priority to spend some time teaching him all the skills he will need.

And there are, of course, her stolen hours with Clement Dudley.

She has realized early on that her lover – although she hates to think of him that way, that’s what he is – is at his most open after their roll in the sheets. She does her best to simply stay quiet and listen to him talk. And he talks a lot; at first mostly about hunting and Praaven society, about this or that noble or rich citizen, but eventually, he also speaks about his jealousy of his brother’s position, about his difficulties with his wife, whom he calls a ‘headstrong, impertinent wench’, and about his own son, just a few months old.

He is in an especially sour mood when he tells her that the countess is with child again.

“Of course, he fathers a child just when I have a son that could inherit. With my luck, it’s going to be a boy, too.”

“But doesn’t the earl already have a daughter?”, she asks, timidly, but Dudley only makes a dismissive motion.

“Why should my niece inherit if she has a male cousin? Our lands passing to another family is no good.”

She wants to ask more, but she has already gleaned that he doesn’t like it when she ventures opinions about politics. So, she merely smiles at him. “I’ll pray that everything will go smoothly for you. Perhaps the countess will have another girl.”

“Perhaps”, he mutters darkly.

She doesn’t ask for any favours that night, although she had planned to, but only dares it a week or so later, when he is in a calmer mood. They have again shared the bed and aren’t dressed yet. She takes a deep breath.

“My lord, I want to ask some advice.”

“Advice?”, he asks, sounding both confused and amused.

“You may know that the harvest season is coming up. My husband has planted fruit to sell to some vintners, but I have been trying to encourage him to get into nectar-making himself. But he is hesitant, because the cost would be so great and we would need to join the nectar-makers’ guild, for which we’d need to establish proper contacts.”

He chuckles. “Your husband is likely quite right about that, my dear.”

“I was wondering if maybe you know someone that could help us with the guild and the equipment. A great man like you must know a great many people.”

He turns away to put on his garments, obviously already bored. “I do, but I don’t see how your farming is any concern of mine. Our nights together have been enjoyable. Don’t make if burdensome by bringing business into it.”

She lowers her gaze, cursing herself for having gone about it so bluntly. “Of course, m’lord. I am worried for my family, that is all.”

“As a good wife and mother should be, I suppose. But you’re asking the wrong person.”

He leaves, after that, but tells her that he will be back. So she hasn’t driven him off, hopefully. She is far from giving up on her plan, even if her first attempt failed. That only means she has to be smarter the next time.

WATCHER’S NEWS:

Lady Viviane Penrith has aged up into a toddler. Sadly, that happy event is overshadowed by the death of her infant sister, Lady Margaret, due to her ill-health.  

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[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Alto/Landgraab

Separate paths

2 days later. It was still quite early in the morning when Vita was already back in the kitchen. Because one of the side effects of pregnancy, whether positive or negative, is being hungry, no matter what time of day. She hadn't had anything like this for almost 17 years. And she almost forgot how annoying these mood swings could be.

Gerhard and his wife also got up early. Then today is the day they will move into their new home. It was still possible to find an intact house. They ate breakfast in silence together with the others. But afterwards they had to exchange a few important words.

Gerhard spoke to Vita. “We had our disagreements until the end, but… We still want to thank you for giving us a roof over our heads when we were in need"/ ‘well, we like to help others when they need help, don't we?’. He looked at her in disbelief, by now it was hard to tell whether she was being ironic or not. “I'd rather not say anything about that now. I was looking for something useful for us yesterday and found another intact house."/ ‘Oh, I'm glad to hear that’.

“Oh, you're pleased, Vita? You've been as obnoxious as ever in the last few days…”. Vita thought back to the one night and the conversation between her husband and the stranger on the other end. It had a positive effect on her mood. “I apologize for my behavior, it might be partly due to pregnancy or… Oh, I just hope you'll feel better then. “/. Vita's behavior was also something new for Gerhard at that moment.

Holly didn't want to miss the chance to say goodbye either. “It's a bit of a shame that you want to leave, but… I understand your decision…”. Nancy smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn't meant to be a permanent solution to stay here. Thank you for looking after Malcolm from time to time, it wasn't a matter of course, I didn't want to take away your youth"/ ‘it's o.k., i had enough time and I'm very happy with Ethan’/ ‘he's a good boy’.

The men also had one last chat in front of the door. And Nick's head was working. "I'm... I'm sorry." Gerhard looked at him almost incomprehensibly. "What? What are you apologizing for, huh? For having to be your henchman for the last few months? Or for the fact that your opinion always carried more weight than the others'? I'm certainly not staying here because of an apology"/ "You don't have to."

“Then you don't need to start showing anything like remorse now, okay?"/ ”hh, I don't want that either, I… My God. You'd better tell me if you want to work as a doctor again"/ ”What? How am I supposed to do that? I'm in diagnostics and I can't work without the necessary equipment”. Nick looked at the floor for a moment and nodded. “Yes, that's true, of course. But… Maybe you'll think about it again soon.”

Gerhard turned and headed for the door… “It's just… I know you were passionate about your work. And now that Dr. Wolff is pausing for a while because of her pregnancy, you could do other things in the hospital"/ ”It's not even a real hospital, Nick. A small doctor's surgery and a military tent, that's not enough and it's cold as fuck there too.”.

Nick took a deep breath. “Yeah, I know. Well, maybe that can still be changed…"/ ”Let it go, Nick. You've wanted to change things so many times and you haven't. . I'll be on my way now with my wife and son. “/ “OK, then… Good luck for now. And if you do need anything…"/ ‘What I need at the moment is rest’. Gerhard walked past him and disappeared into the house to get the rest of his things and leave with his family.

Gerhard was glad to have freed himself from Nick's hands. Sure, he was never a prisoner in their house or anything like that, but he no longer held the same views as Nick. “And I really have my own room?”. For Malcolm, the whole thing was a new chapter as well. “mhm, yeah, “/”can I have an ant farm then? Holly always thought they were disgusting"/ ”we'll think about it, but you have to take good care of them. We don't want them running all over the house"/ ‘o.k.’….The new house was further away, but they were happy to put up with the long walk.

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End of this Part @greenplumbboblover🙂

[cakepoppresent]

I'm a Grown Ass Woman

Malcolm is veryyyyyyyyyy demanding. It's very much his way or no way

Transcript under the cut!~

[Luna]: Should we go back home for Winterfest? It's been a while

[Malcolm]: Go back and do what? Spend the rest of the year with Dad? Don’t be dumb

[Luna]: It was just a suggestion you fucking bitch.

[Malcolm]: We haven’t been back in years why go back now?

[Benji]: That sounds like fun. We can all go back. My dad has been bothering me to meet up with him anyways

[Luna]: Stop being such a fucking downer. We don’t even have to go back home...we can stay in town or something. Rent a house I don’t know but lets just go back

[Malcolm]: Why the hell are you so interested. What’s back home for us anyways

[Luna]: Benji, sweetie can you get some beers for Malcolm and some wine for me please?

[Benji]...okay. Malcolm...behave yourself

[Malcolm]: Shut the hell up! Luna. What’s the issue?

[Luna]: Malcolm. I’m going to say something and I need you to not react. Let me finish speaking

[Malcolm]: The way you’re starting this conversation is already pissing me off.

[Luna]: I didn’t even say anything!

[Malcolm]: I swear to god Luna this better not be about Andre. I swear to fucking god

[Malcolm]: We can dead this conversation right now. Forget all about Andre and going back home and not piss me off

[Luna]: Too bad.

[Malcolm]: Luna what the fuck

[Luna]: Listen, Malcolm. I love you and that won’t ever change but I also miss Andre. I worry about him, he’s not doing okay...how can I just ignore him

[Malcolm]: Easy. Just forget that he exists, follow his example and never bring him up again

[Luna] I don’t think I can do that Malcolm.

[Malcolm]: Omg Luna why are you acting so dumb? Andre never cared about us just leave him alone!!

[Luna]: Watch how you fucking speak to me. This isn’t me asking you for permission, this is me telling you I’m going to reach out to Andre and figure out what happened.

[Malcolm]: Jesus Luna. Why can’t you just drop it. Who cares about Andre?!

[Luna]: You aren’t fucking listening! I care about Andre! I do! Im worried Malcolm what if something went wrong. What if Dad made him leave!

[Malcolm]: That’s even MORE of a reason to leave him alone! Dad is scary! You’re being so fucking stupid!

[Luna]: You know what? I'm leaving, I don’t have to sit here and let your bum ass talk to me like this.

[Malcolm]: Fine! Then leave!! Since you don’t wanna listen to my fucking advice

[Luna]: I'm a grown-ass woman and don’t need my brother telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m going to see Andre and you can mop all you want about it

[Malcolm]: Is that fucking right? Weren’t you the one who said it would always just be us? You already breaking promises by reaching out to Andre. You’re a liar!

[Benji]: Please let’s just calm down so we can figure something out. Malcolm you know that's not true

[Malcolm]: It IS true! Look she wants to leave right now! So let her leave!

[Luna]: I’m saying it again since you aren’t fucking listening. I love you and would never put Andre above you, but he’s suffering out there and we don’t know why and I can’t just leave him. He’s my brother too...

[Malcolm]: I don’t wanna hear it!

[Luna]: Fine. I said my peace. Call me when you stop acting like a damn child

[Malcolm]: Whatever! Don’t call me when this all blows up in your damn face!

[Luna]: Whatever you big ass baby.

[Benji]: Lun-

*Door open and slams shut*

[Benji]:...fuck..