#Petite prom dresses

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Prom Dresses Ideas for Skinny Girls

Prom is one of the most important events for any teenage girl. They are always looking for the best prom outfit ideas so they can look the best. All teenage girlies showcasing their amazing fashion sense with prom dresses. With a little effort, they can show their classmates how gorgeous they can be! Skinny girls struggle a bit while finding the best prom outfit ideas, for there are so many…

[jvlianbashir]

is this dress cute?

[royalpromdresses]

Very elegant petite gown. The off white color just adds to its beauty!

Fendi | Spring/Summer 2023 Couture

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Prom King

"We want to welcome you back to Fairway High for your ten year reunion. Come catch up with some old friends and share all the amazing adventures you've had since you graduated! And stick around for a special speech from our Prom King and Queen."

Dan shuddered as he read the email. He had completely forgotten about the stupid reunion. It's funny, he thought, he used to imagine how he would show up to the reunion in a sports car with a perfect bod and high end clothes hugging his muscles. But that was back when he was the most popular football player in his town. Parents adored him, popular teens idoled him, and nerds feared him. Things have changed a lot for Dan since then.

He stared at his half naked body, ravaged by the bad habits of an ex jock. His appetite stayed after he graduated high school, but the exercise didn't last long. He went off to study business in college, as any high school jock did. His time spent at football practice turned to frat parties and junk food, which quickly showed on his waistline. It really put a dent in his once untouched ego, especially once people nicknamed him as 'freshman' fifty. It wasn't quite fifty pounds, at least not in his first year. It sure was well over that by the time he graduated though. And in that time, his clean shaven body had been buried in thick dark hair from head to toe. Although he didn't entirely mind the more mature look, especially once his beard grew in, it complemented his growing gut. Though Dan took another sizable cut to his ego when he started to go bald at the ripe age of 20. Comb overs only lasted him so long, so he started shaving it when he was in his senior year.

He always said it built character, which to be fair, he was far less awful after graduating college than he was in high school. The email only made him remember how awful he was back then. He was the typical jock with his possy of suck up football players who had no personality and the most popular girls. He would torment anyone who was even slightly chubby, or even just smart, they were all beneath him in his mind. How were people gonna react when he shows up to the reunion looking 9 months pregnant and about to burst. It horrified him at the thought of them treating him how he treated them.

Then the horrifying thought hit him, "I'm the Prom King!" He shouted out loud at him in the mirror. Not only would he have to show his face, and gut, he would have to stand on stage in front of his entire graduating year and say a speech about being Prom King. He would be a laughing stock.

"I have to do something about this." He thought.

The reunion was still two weeks away, he could workout, or diet, or maybe buy some clothes that hide his fat. He did a frantic search online but everything just seemed like a scam. He scrolled through page after page of scam supplement and intense workout regimen until he found something interesting. A witch who lived nearby. A witch who specializes in body modifications. It was drastic, but could be crazy enough to work.

Dan contacted the witch with a request to make him into an absolute jock, the kind of man his high school friends would expect him to be 10 years later.

After a bit of back and forth, an appointment was set, and Dan went to bed happy.

The day of the appointment came in a flash. Dan threw on his classic base ball cap to cover his balding head, and dressed in some gym clothes that he thought would look sick on his new hunky body. He excitedly hopped in his car and drove down to the witches house. To his surprise, it was just a regular apartment in a regular apartment building. He was expecting some evil looking house, but seemed less intimidating anyway. He knocked on the door, and he was met with yet another surprise. A petite and nice looking woman wearing all black opened the door.

"Come in darling." Her voice was enchanting. "Sit." She continued in a soft but commanding tone.

Dan sat in a small chair in front of an antique looking table. The raggedy wooden chair creaked under his weight as the witch sat across from him.

"So... You say you want a strong, manly, and attractive appearance?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Well for what it's worth, you're much more attractive than you used to be." A cold breeze blew past Dan as she spoke.

"Oh... Thank you." His cheeks reddened at the comment.

"I do have to warn you, there are some... dangers to this spell." Her tone darkens.

Dan just raised his eyebrows.

"There are people who feed off of a witch's magic. Now I know how to avoid them, but I will be imbuing this magic into you. So you may have a target on your back from people trying to steal your magic."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Just don't draw too much attention to yourself." The witch warned. "Anyway. I'll get on with it."

She dipped her hands in a small bowl that was laid on the table. "Stand up." She commanded, and Dan followed. She walked around to Dan's side of the table, fingers wet from whatever was in the bowl. She pressed her fingers into his forehead, and it felt like all the tension in his body vanished in a split second. In fact, all feeling seemed to vanish in Dan's body, leaving him stood exactly still. Something about being frozen should have scared him, but he felt a strange sense of calm in the moment.

The witches fingers traced down Dan's face, through his beard and over his soft man tits. She lifted the finger and firmly pressed it back down into his chest. It was like the air was pushed out of his chest as the fat on his moobs collapsed in on itself, leaving his chest completely flat. She then pulled her finger outward, and his pecs grew as she pulled. The muscle swelled until two juicy pecs pressed hard against his tang top. Dan was shocked, he couldn't believe it actually worked, although he still couldn't move.

The witch then traced her finger down to his gut. She laid the palm of her hand against it and pushed, causing his belly to vanish in a second. And once again, she pulled her hand back to form a defined six pack over his flat stomach. She moved her finger around his side, melting away his love handles and giving him a thin waist.

She then suddenly sped up, as if she hit her stride. Her hands gripped Dan's soft arms, and suddenly definition appeared on his rapidly growing biceps. They grew to the size of melons as his shoulders broadened to match. Good thing he wore a tang top or else his sleeves would be in shreds on the floor. Her hands slid down his forearms, doubling their size in the process, and she held his hands, making them so massive they could completely cover his face.

She then bent down and grabbed his thighs, causing them to thicken to the point that Dan couldn't separate them anymore. She thickened his calves as she moved to his feet, making them burst out of his shoes as they grew to a monstrous size 20. As she stood back up, Dan realized the witch stood at eye level to his pecs when they used to be the same height.

The witch then wrapped her arms around Dan's hulking body and cupped his ass cheeks, making them expand into two thick globes of fat that threatened to rip through his shorts. One hand then came back and gripped Dan's dick, making it grow and thicken until it was a massive 10 inches and hanging down his pant leg.

Finally, her hand lifted up to Dan's face, making a few adjustments to match his body. A thicker beard, a sharper jawline, a slightly bigger head to match his much bigger body, and thick brown hair on his head.

Dan gasped as he regained control of his body. He teetered back and forth as he tried to get used to his new body. His legs felt strong, holding up his immense muscle mass with ease. He even struggled to move his arms around at first because it was difficult to move that amount of mass. His meaty hands took a moment to explore his expansive body; bouncing his pecs and his ass, gripping his cock, and even rubbing through the short brown hair that now covered his head.

"How are ya feeling handsome?" The witch broke the silence.

"Are you kidding me, I feel amazing!" Dan flexed, as if to show off his body like a new toy.

"Well I'm glad you like it, now we should talk abou-" the witch was interrupted as Dan basically ran out the door.

"I'll be fine, thank you!" The sound of his voice got quieter as he shut the door behind him.

On his way home, Dan excitedly stopped by a retail store to grab some clothes that actually fit. He confidently strolled in with his tang top riding up his hairy six pack, and shorts that were clearly too small for him. He picked up a few clothes that were big enough to fit him, but small enough to leave little to the imagination about his physique. The clothes weren't exactly pretty, but nobody would care about the clothes when his hunky body was the one wearing them. He even flirted with the cashier on the way out, making his cheeks flush red.

He swiftly made it home and passed out like he had just had the workout of his life.

He woke up the next morning, feeling like he was still in a dream. He shot out of bed as if he'd had three cups of coffee already. This was how he spent every morning leading up to the reunion. Dan was more productive this week than he had been in years. His looks quickly got him a modest following on Instagram, and even on onlyfans after his followers pestered him enough. He reconnected with a bunch of his old friends from high school, just to build a rapport with them before the reunion. And he spent most nights partying and staying the night at some strangers house. By the time the reunion rolled around, it was as if he was the same person he was in high school. Hot, athletic, cocky as hell, and maybe just a bit nicer than he was back in high school. So much for 'building character'.

Before he knew it, it was time to leave for the reunion. He had been prepping for this all week, there was no way he could mess it up now. Dan was meant to be the Prom King. He wore a snug pair of jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, and a grey shirt that showed off his juicy pecs, and finally threw on the letter jacket he wore when he was Prom King ten years prior.

He pulled up to the reunion in his shitty, half broken down car and parked as far out of the way as possible just so no one could see the piece of shit he drove. He pushed open the door to the venue and walked past the crowd of people as if all eyes were on him, because they were. Everyone who was anyone knew who the Prom King was.

He strolled to the back of the stage, so he could get ready for his speech. He stood alone, in silence for a moment, trying to hype himself up. Even after the amazing week he has had, it was the same insecure fat ex jock under there who was scared that everyone would laugh at him onstage. But his moment of silence was interrupted when loud footsteps approached him from behind.

An older man strolls into the backstage, walking right past Dan as if he wasn't there. Dan grimaced as the man got close, seeing the man's large ball belly hanging out of his shirt, which seemed to have multiple buttons popped off. "What is this pig doing here?" Dan couldn't help but think of the old man. The old man promptly sat down in a chair near Dan, leaning back and pulling the shirt up his gut, as if to show it off.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Dan yelled as he got fed up with the old man's antics.

"Oh, you don't know who I am?" The man said as he continued to adjust himself in the seat.

"Why would I know some loser like you, are you the Prom Queens dad or something." Dan scoffed.

"I thought the witch would have warned you about me." The old man's demeanor became more serious.

Dan felt a jolt of fear run down his spine. How does he know about the witch?

"Oh I bet she did." The man started to laugh. "But all the attention online and the sex and the porn, oh the porn was so good." The man grunted as he rubbed his crotch. "You just couldn't resist being popular!"

Dan only grew more afraid as the man monologued.

"I am going to enjoy this." The old smiled as he got up from the chair.

"Enjoy what?" Dan questioned as he tried to back away, but couldn't. Why couldn't he back away. The old man grew closer and closer, but no matter how much Dan wanted to run, he remained frozen in place. The man placed his finger on Dan's forehead, causing a blue light to escape from his body and enter the man's body.

Dan watched helplessly as the man's arms grew to the size of melons, his biceps bursting through his sleeves. Meanwhile, all Dan could feel was his sleeves becoming looser as his arms deflated. The man's moobs shrunk into a solid pair of pecs as Dan looked down to see his chest swell until he was left with two soft man tits. The man's ball gut got smaller and smaller as fat piled into Dan's stomach, leaving him with a heavy gut that spilled under his shirt. The man's pants grew tighter and tighter as thick muscles filled his thighs and juicy fat perked up his ass. Dan felt weak as his legs became more fat than muscle, he even felt the bulge in his pants shrink as he watched a thick bulge appear in the man's pants.

As if that wasn't enough, Dan watched on in horror as the man's face ages down from 60 down to 30. His wrinkles melted away as Dans became dry and wrinkly, his face thinned out as Dan's became rounder and chubbier, and his hair gained a light brown colour as Dan's thinned out and became white. The man pulled off his shirt to reveal a forest of dark hairs sprouting all over his body as a bushy bread covered his face. Meanwhile Dan can feel his face go cold from the much thinner facial hair.

As the transformation came to an end, the man flexed as he felt the energy course through him.

Dan once again let out a gasp as he regained control of his body, though this time his voice was much deeper and gruffer. Dan panicked as he ran his hands through all of the new rolls of fat on his body. He even stumbled back as he adjusted to the weight of his gut.

"What did you do to me!?" Dan yelled.

"Oh you did this to yourself buddy, y'know how easy it was to find you." The man responded, sounding almost exactly like you used to.

"You made me fat." Dan's voice breaks.

"Oh I did so much more than that, check the camera in your phone old man." The man smiled, as if he was containing his excitement.

Dan dreadfully pulled out his phone and opened the camera app.

Dan shed a tear as he saw the fat old man staring back at him through his phone's camera. His gut was bursting out of his jacket and his hair was nearly as thin as it was before his initial transformation.

"And if you don't mind I'll be taking that." The man grabbed the letter jacket off of Dan and put it on himself.

The man confidently strutted towards the stage, ready to give his speech as Prom King, but Dan wasn't ready to give up that easily. His footsteps were heavy as he followed the man onstage and grabbed his arm.

"You're not gonna take this away from me!" Dan yelled.

This was followed by a moment of silence as the crowd went awkwardly quiet. Everyone's eyes were once again on Dan, but it didn't feel like before.

"Ooohhh, that was embarrassing old man." The old man whispered to Dan before approaching the mic. "I'm sorry everybody, my dad is just a bit jealous that I'm in my glory days and he's not." The man says to the entire venue, then turns to you once again. "Isn't that right, dad? " He said as he pressed his finger into Dan's chest.

Dan froze once again. This time, memories flooded into his brain. Memories of him growing old, never reaching the happiness and popularity he had in high school. He even had a son, and named him Dan jr. after himself of course. Though his son would grow to top him in all of his achievements, including becoming prom King back when he was in high school. Dan Sr. finally decided to swallow his pride and let his son have the spotlight. He slowly waddled off to the side and watched as his son gave his speech as Prom King.

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Part of the Family

Hey guys, first of all this is the long overdue 1000 followers special and also the last story for a while. I'm warning you that it may not be to everyone's taste. There are sensitive themes in the middle and I wrote it more thinking about a horror story than anything else. I don't even need to say that I don't agree with the thoughts and ideas presented by the person responsible for everything who is a fucking psychopath who piously believes that his vision of the world is the only possible one. Anyway, I hope it's an interesting read.

Alexander couldn't believe where the hell he was at that moment. For the young New Yorker, visiting a small town in Texas was way at the bottom of his to-do list, just above getting his teeth pulled without anesthesia. But Abby insisted, and he eventually caved. They had been together for a few months, having met at college where they shared a common class in Columbia. Despite her hick name, Abilene Marrie Johnson, Abby had a sharp mind and a biting sense of humor, able to throw shade right back at his sarcastic remarks with ease, making him quickly fall for her. Not that the fact she was a hot blonde with a petite, well-proportioned body gets in the way. Even her terrible Southern accent was just a remnant of what it used to be, almost unnoticeable, though he still found himself grimacing when she let it slip. That was happening way too often since she arrived in her hometown, where her dad and brother worked in construction. How low-class was that? Not that he was about to say anything to his girlfriend, who was eager for him to meet her family. He didn’t share that anxiety; he could overlook her flaws, but being stuck with two ill-mannered troglodytes was out of the question. This was gonna be his one and only trip to this backwoods hellhole, and he was doing it just to please her—later, he’d make up excuses to avoid going through this crap again.

“A July 4th lunch in a community center… how… proletarian.” He commented condescendingly while looking for his girlfriend at the entrance of the old manor that served as the town's gathering spot. Watching the myriad of folks around him, from all sorts of races mingling just fine, surprised him since he expected a bunch of racist rednecks. What didn’t surprise him was seeing most of them wearing something with the American flag or at least some stripes and stars. Abby wanted to dress like that too, but he’d never let himself be seen with someone dressed so… tacky, to say the least. Independence Day had never been celebrated at his house; his parents were fierce liberals with anarchist tendencies, viewing the day as something hijacked by far-right conservatives who used patriotism to justify their anti-democratic antics. Not that any of them had bothered to vote in any of the recent elections. Seeing such a display of mindless patriotism made him think this day was gonna drag on forever. After a three-hour drive from Dallas to the place, he just wanted to find his girlfriend and get through this torment as fast as possible. He finally spotted her chatting with a hulking Southern dude, older than both of them, with that corn-fed hick boy look, prom king, varsity team… the whole package. He wouldn’t have given a damn if it weren't for the way she was talking to him—too damn cozy for his liking.

“Hum-hum.” He said, positioning himself next to them.

“Alexander, you made it!”

“How could I turn down your invite, even if it means hours of driving to such a… picturesque event? However, I had the impression that it would be a family event.

“May seem strange to you, city boy, but in towns like ours, community is important; everyone knows each other and has helped one another at some point, so we take every chance to be grateful to each other and to the country.”

Said the muscular blonde man who was with her, wearing a sweatshirt with the American flag on it.

“Alexander, let me introduce you; this is John Paul Sanders; he’s been my brother’s buddy for life, from school all the way to college. Now he handles the accounting for a bunch of businesses in Bushfield, including my father’s.

“So you’re the guy who finally won our Abby's heart? You’re gonna run into some pretty jealous dudes, she’s quite the heartbreaker.” The man said, extending his hand to Alexander, who, wanting to avoid looking arrogant, shook it only to feel his fingers crushed by the giant's hand.

“Guess you must be one of them.” He commented venomously while trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh no, quite the opposite. Abby and I are cousins by marriage; my wife Susie is the daughter of Trav’s sister, Abby’s dad. Speaking of which, I gotta run, Abilene; Huck is being a handful; the little demon broke your aunt’s favorite vase yesterday. We’ll catch up later,” he said, kissing her cheek before leaving without even glancing at Alexander.

“Interesting type; I imagine there’ll be more. And as much as he says he isn’t, I thought he seemed pretty interested in you.” He remarked as they made their way to the huge backyard.

“Babe, my house was practically a hangout for the football team; my brother’s friends basically lived there; JP and the others are like older brothers to me, and they all still see me as Tommy’s little sister; it’s natural for them to be jealous. Plus, he’s head over heels for Susie, who’s my best friend. Don’t worry about nonexistent stuff.” She said, caressing his arm.

“My dad’s probably in the back grilling, and my brother… oh, look, there he is.” Abby smiled at another blonde man emerging from a covered area full of tables where the crowd would likely feast later. Sporting a muscular, defined physique, with a five o'clock shadow and that dangerous but cute country boy vibe that certainly caught the eyes of many women, he quickly sparked disdain in Alexander. Did these types multiply by binary fission? The feeling of animosity seemed mutual, as the man’s smile vanished the moment he saw who his sister was with.

“Hey, Abbey Road! Looks like the big city hasn’t changed you one bit; I was afraid I’d find you with blue hair, unshaved armpits, and covered in piercings, with some feminist nonsense tattooed on you.” He said, hugging his sister without giving Alexander a single glance, who was taken aback by the nickname her brother used for Abby, as he imagined that a hick ogre like that would reference crap country music about driving tractors and screwing horses while drinking beer or whatever. Only to then be hit with a mix of disgust and rage at the guy's macho comments.

“Shut up, Tommy, you jerk!” Abby shot back, smiling, without really correcting her brother’s remark, then pulled Alexander by the hand and introduced him. “This is Alexander, my boyfriend.”

“Whats up, bro?” Tommy said, extending his hand to Alexander, who, reluctantly after the last experience, reciprocated the gesture only to feel his delicate hand crushed again as the giant flashed him a wicked smile before turning back to his sister.

“Can I ask what you’re wearing? Dad’s gonna flip if he sees you without a flag on; tradition is tradition, Abilene; I thought you knew that, but maybe the big city got to your head.” He said, glancing at Alexander, as if he knew exactly who to blame for that, before continuing. “I’ll call Angie to get you something from her place.” He turned and called a beautifull and very pregnant Latina woman who came smiling toward them.

“Abby! So good to see you! And you must be Alex; she’s been talking so much about you!”

“Alexander, my name is Alexander.” He replied, annoyed, since he hated any kind of nickname.

“Sorry, Abby called you that and I…”

“It’s all good, Angela, mi amor; why don’t you take Abby over to my place to change and let me and my brother-in-law get to know each other better?” Tommy interrupted, putting himself between his sister and Alexander, wrapping his giant arm around the smaller, skinnier man’s shoulders.

“Sure, I think if you guys chat, you’ll become great friends.” Abby said with a smile.

“I’m sure of it, Abbey Road; now hurry up.” Her brother replied, smiling, while his arm’s strength almost crushed Alexander. As soon as Abby and Angie left, Tommy finally released Alexander, looking at him with cold eyes.

“Speak to my wife like that again, and you’ll wish you’d never set foot in Texas… Xander.” He said threateningly.

“Believe me, that wish already exists… Thomas.”

“The name’s Tommy; I’m not some Thomas.”

“How curious, using the diminutive as a proper name.”

“I guarantee you, nothing about me is diminutive.” Tommy replied, flexing his muscular arm. “And you know what curiosity did to the cat, right?”

Ignoring the threat, Alexander continued.

“I just find the choice strange; your parents should’ve done the opposite and left Abby’s name in the diminutive. Where the hell did they come up with Abilene?”

“It was the name of my dad’s mom, so you better watch your mouth, kid. Actually, I think it’s about time you and my dad had a chat; come with me, city boy.” And he turned toward where he had come from. Not knowing what else to do, Alexander followed him.

“You know, Abby’s always had a weird taste in guys; all the guys on the football team from my time and hers would’ve done anything to date her, but she always preferred… well… people like you.”

The audacity of that hick!

“As far as I know, I’m her first boyfriend.”

“Yeah, exactly.” The other man replied with a mocking grin before pointing to a huge, gray-haired man working the grill, wearing only shorts and an apron with the ever-present American flag.

“Dad’s over there; good luck with that, city boy; you’re gonna need it.”

Tommy said, widening his grin and walking away, leaving Alexander to head over to his father-in-law by himself. Travis Johnson, a self-made man in the construction business, started as a laborer before opening his own company, a pillar of the Bushfield community, Abby’s dad, and apparently not too pleased with the figure approaching him, though he forced a stiff smile for the sake of his daughter when he saw Alexander coming.

“Good morning, son; you must be Alex; Abby’s been talking a lot about you.” He said, taking a long swig of beer.

“Same about you, Travis.” Alexander replied, not correcting his father-in-law on the nickname; he knew he was dealing with a man who wouldn’t take kindly to being corrected.

“Mr. Johnson, son; call me Mr. Johnson; calling me by my first name is an acquired privilege.” The man replied.

“Of course, Mr. Johnson; then I ask that you call me by my correct name; I’m Alexander, not Alex.” Since the old man was gonna act that way, he saw no reason to try to please him anymore; it seemed any chance for a good relationship with his girlfriend’s family was shot, and he wondered once more why he was such an idiot to come to this place.

“Of course, Alexander. We have a lot to talk about, but before that, you want a beer? The meat should take a while, and by tradition, women and kids eat first around here.”

“Thanks, Mr. Johnson, but I’ll pass; I don’t drink anything alcoholic, and my diet is vegetarian.”

“Vegetarian? I see… But the beer is all craft, made right here; The Dubois Widow brews it on the family farm.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on that too, sir.” He said, thinking about contamination and the filth of the pigsty where the old lady probably brewed that horse piss.

“Fine, and I fear we’ll have to move on to more serious matters without anything to grease the wheels.” The father-in-law replied with a voice that was undeniably hostile.

…..

Watching the altercation from a distance was Tommy, sitting at a table with Diego Ramirez, his best friend, snickering at Alexander's pained expression.

“The kid’s shitting himself.”

“Poor city boy. Tommy, that boy wasn’t made for this; I don’t know what got into Abby’s head bringing a city slicker here.”

“Abilene’s always had strange tastes.”

“Hey, asshole, do I need to remind you I was her date to the prom?”

“Only because you were one of my best friends and she knew all her friends would be jealous seeing her with the most eligible bachelor in town.”

“Only because you and our other golden boy, JP, were off at college.”

“Still, it was that night that you and Betty hit it off, and Austin was born; you should thank me for making you take Abby to the prom.”

“Abby herself didn’t seem that grateful; thank God she went to college right after. Which makes me think, a pretty woman like your sister dating for the first time only in her junior year of college is a bit strange.”

“I told you, Abby’s always had strange tastes, as you can see.”

“Dude, your dad’s about to grill the yankee for the barbecue.”

“Would be a better use for him, but the kid’s so skinny he wouldn’t even make a decent serving.” They both burst into laughter, stopping only when a small, dark-haired boy about three years old came running toward them.

“Hey, big boy, come give your uncle Tommy a hug.”

“Austin, come here! Let me see that arm! One more minute and you’ll be bigger than me!”

“I can’t wait to put the kid in pop warner, but there are still two years to go; at least now he has Huck to play with, and Angela’s about to pop with the twins. You’re in for some rough nights, bro; if one’s already a handful, imagine two boys, especially if they inherit my sister’s temperament.”

“Don’t even get me started; if I didn’t love that woman so much… but that’s the burden of a man: providing for the family and understanding when the wife is going through tough times before she gets back to running the household. Speaking of which, how’s Betty’s situation with her mom? The Dubois widow is a tough nut to crack.”

“Imagine being her son-in-law, man. She won’t hear of selling the ranch, but since my father-in-law passed, things have been rough; the cattle and horses need care and Charlene’s not cut out for it, especially with the brewery to run, and Betty’s got our house and Austin… I try to lend a hand, but working as your dad’s foreman, it’s no cakewalk.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve found a way to help.”

“You have the bussiness to help manage, a coaching gig at the school, and a pregnant wife with twins, Tommy; a wife who, by the way, is my sister and would kill me if I overloaded you with my problems.”

“Angela knows you’re like a brother to me, especially after we lost Mateo.”

“I know, bro, but think about it; she’s pregnant with twins, two boys; imagine the tension in her head remembering seeing me and him running around the house or playing ball with you and the guys and thinking that suddenly one of them could be taken from her?”

“That’s not gonna happen, Diego; but you know, I think the conversation got way too heavy for a day of festivities. Austin, your uncle Tommy needs a favor; go find uncle Hunter, uncle J.P and Huck for me.” He said, setting the little guy down before looking at his dad.

“Let’s have some fun.”

….

“What I want to say is exactly what I asked: what are your intentions with my daughter? Abilene may be in New York now, but she’s a country girl, wants to be a vet, and you, with all due respect, kid, you don’t belong here.”

“With all due respect, sir, I think it’s way too early for us to be talking about that, but when and if the time comes, we’ll figure it out.” Figure out way to stay far away from here, he thought without saying it out loud.

“You’re not getting it, kid; maybe in the big city things are different, but here we do things the right way. You came to my house with my daughter claiming to be her boyfriend without asking for my permission first, and you have the gall to say you have no plans for a future with her? No marriage or kids…”

“Oh, as for that, you can rest easy; I don’t plan on having kids.”

“Kid, what do you think you’re doing here? What were you expecting to get?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same… wow.”

He started to respond before being knocked over onto a table by two three-year-olds, with a good amount of cold sauce spilling onto his clothes and hair.

“Little brats! And you ask me why I don’t want to have kids… if I catch those little pests…” Alexander said angrily, getting back up.

“What’s going on here?” asked the biggest cop Alexander had ever seen, a gigantic black man about the same age as his brother-in-law. “Any trouble here, Travis?” He continued, his face serious, though with traces of a teasing grin on his full lips.

“Nope, not at all, Hunter. The kid just lost his cool a bit, that’s all.”

“I think so.”

“Sorry, officer.”

“We respect the kids in this town, kid, and you were talking about my godson and Travis's great-nephew, and the other one is Travis's son’s nephew.”

Alexander looked to the side and saw one of the brats on the lap of the blond ogre who was apparently married to Abby's cousin, and was staring at him menacingly.

“Let it go, Hunter; the kid just lost his head. Speaking of Tommy, where is he?”

“I saw him just a bit ago with Diego at a table a little further up, Travis.”

“If you could take the boy over there, he’s gonna need to clean up and change clothes.”

“Sure, come with me, boy.” The giant said, grabbing Alexander by the arm and dragging him like he was one of the kids.

“Be careful with that mouth of yours, boy; J.P. is a cool guy, but Diego is hotheaded and also the dad of the other of those boys you recklessly threatened.”

Alexander, dazed by the events and indignant about how he was being treated, but also fearing for his own safety, said nothing, allowing himself to be led by in diection of another giant, this one a Latino of the same age as the others. What the hell was in the water in this damn town that created monsters like that? He had no doubt that one day those little brats who knocked him over would grow up to be just as big as their progenitors.

“Hey, Diego, bro. Where’s Tommy? Abby’s boyfriend is looking for him.”

At that moment, the other man was chugging a beer from a pint that looked more like a jug that even one of his giant mitts couldn’t hold on to alone. He finished taking a huge gulp and passed the jug to the side before grabbing his own cup, letting out a loud burp, and bursting into laughter. How could Abby stand living with those kinds of people?

“Oops.” He said, wiping his mouth with his hands. “Tommy went to meet Angie and Abby to find out what’s taking them so long. If you want, I can walk you over there, man.”

“No, thanks; I think I’ll find my way on my own.” Alexander replied, making a disgusted face, finally breaking free from the cop and heading toward the front of the community center before anyone could stop him. He walked quickly, determined to find Abby and tell her he was leaving that place right then and there, and after that, they’d deal with it when she got back to New York for their senior year.

He only stopped walking when he saw his brother-in-law strutting down the street like he owned it, with an air of superiority and arrogance that, if Alexander had the slightest bit of self-awareness, he would’ve recognized as the same vibe he himself typically radiated when not caught in such an embarrassing situation.

“Hey, bro. The guys told me you were looking for me; looks like you’re in need of a little help.”

“I just want to find Abby.”

“Sure, she’s at my place with Angie; let’s head over there, clean up a bit, and I’ll lend you some clothes.”

“I can grab a clean outfit from my car.”

“Nonsense; I must have some clothes from when I was younger that should fit you; that way, we avoid ruining any more of your expensive threads if another accident happens.”

Not wanting to admit he was planning to bail on this place as soon as possible, Alexander opted to follow his brother-in-law to his house. Arriving at the place, a big and cozy house, Tommy asked Alexander to strip down to his underwear.

“Angie will kill me if I mess up her floor, man. Women, you know how they are, especially with pregnancy hormones…Wait here while I grab the clothes, and then you can take a shower.”

“Where’s Abby?”

“Oh, I forgot to mention; she and Angie went to the house next door; Sara, Hunter’s wife, who you met a bit ago, is about to pop; she’s a couple of months ahead of Angie and couldn’t make it to the party today. But I assure you, Abby will be back soon.” He said, handing Alexander a towel. “Dry off with this while I get the clothes; once you’re clean, you can sit in one of the chairs.”

Alexander did as he was told and, feeling surreal, sat there in his underwear while waiting for his brother-in-law to return. After a few minutes, Tommy came back with a change of clothes, which he placed on the coffee table while heading for the kitchen.

“Take a look and tell me what you think.” He said while heading toward the kitchen and coming back with two cups of beer. “So, what do you think?”

“There’s no way I can wear this, man; it’s way too big for me, and I don’t wear tank tops.” Alexander said, holding up a tank that looked more like a sheet, along with a pair of shorts that would easily fit two of his legs in one of the leg holes.

“Why don’t you take a sip of beer, Xander?”

“I already told you my name…”

“We don’t poison our drinks; feel free to drink.” Tommy cut in, then took a sip from the cup he prepared for Alexander before bursting into laughter at seeing his brother-in-law automatically lift the cup to his lips and take a swig for the first time in years. The beer was cold and tasted just like he remembered from the few times he’d had it before.

“Good on ya, Xander. Isn’t it way better this way, acting respectful toward your hosts?”

Alexander was shocked at himself; why the hell did he do that?

“What… what?”

“Hush, boy. You’re about to listen; oh, how I love this part! You have no idea where you’ve gotten yourself into, city boy. You know, I made a promise to my mom a little before she passed; I’d do everything to protect Abby, and I’ve kept that promise ever since in ways you couldn’t even imagine. The things I’ve had to do…But why don’t you let me show you?” Tommy said, and suddenly Alexander found himself in another place, walking alongside Tommy wearing clothes he’d never be caught dead in: ragged shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, pretty much the same thing Tommy was wearing. Up ahead, walking down the same alley they’d just taken to get to Tommy’s house, was a younger version of himself, all sweaty, shirtless, in shorts and running shoes.

“That’s me on summer break before my senior year in college in Knoxville; I got in on a football scholarship, but I didn’t qualify for the NFL mainly because of what happened a few months before this day you’re seeing. My best friend from school, Mateo, had just died in an accident, and that hit me hard. I couldn’t accept the injustice of the world; first, my mom’s illness, then a stupid accident; it felt like life was just out to punish me. But on that same day, life handed me an unimaginable gift.” He spoke as they approached the backyard of the same house they had just been at. Sitting out front on a bench was a figure that stood out from the rest of the place. An effeminate kid with long blonde hair wearing a feminine outfit—maybe a trans woman? Alexander tried to formulate a question only to realize he was completely unable to speak.

“Hmmm…”

“Let me handle this, Xander. That’s Dylan, one of those weird kids who don’t really know what they are; a rarity around here; you won’t find any of them in town today. I didn’t dislike him; he was polite and considerate, in his last year of school, and undoubtedly eager to leave a place like Bushfield behind once he graduated. Strangely, he and Abby formed a friendship even though she was three years younger than him, and if I could say anything in his favor, it’s that he treated my sister like she was his own. So understand, what you’re about to see was born from frustration and mourning; before this, I might have made a joke or two about the kid, but generally, we treated each other with a modicum of respect. But seeing him there, a dude who refused to be what nature intended, someone who was giving up his masculinity while Mateo, a real man, a warrior, my brother, had left this world, that awakened something in me—an incandescent rage. But not just that; look.”

“What are you doing standing there, fag? We don’t want someone like you dirtying our home and our image.” The younger Tommy said.

“Tommy, come on, that’s not how you…”

“Shut up, you little shit, you fake woman; how can it be that God takes the men and leaves something broken like you…”

“Tommy, that’s enough; you’re not gonna talk to me like that; I get that losing Mateo hit you hard…”

“Don’t you dare say his name with that filthy mouth, you queer… I wish you were like him so I could beat you up and not feel like I’m hitting a woman.”

And then it happened; for a moment, it seemed like Dylan was going to burst into tears, and then, in the blink of an eye, where he had been, was now an older man just past twenty, clearly of Latin descent, with well-defined muscles, a bit dazed for a moment.

“Mateo?” the younger Tommy asked.

“Hey, I miss him too, bro, but you’re talking to the other twin.” He said with a smile. Then the illusion shattered, and Alexander found himself back in Tommy’s living room, unable to move or speak, just thinking about the impossible thing he’d just witnessed.

“And that’s how Diego came into my life; what a surprise it was to find out that to the rest of the world, he’d always been Mateo’s identical twin, and any mention of Dylan raised eyebrows and brought laughter; there’d never been one of those in Bushfield. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what happened, without getting any answers. It wasn’t until over a year later, when I was back in town working as an assistant coach at the high school, that the situation recurred. Abby was starting her junior year and got involved with a troubled kid; Hugo Lafévre had transferred from New Orleans and was the worst kind of troublemaker; he organized protests and rallies against everything I’d been taught to value; he was pro-abortion, anti-gun, and railed against what he calls police violence. He had zero respect for authority figures. I had to do something.”

Again, Alexander found himself in a scene against his will. This time, he was wearing a coach’s uniform, just like Tommy was now, as well as a younger version of he, talking to a young black kid who looked at him with a mocking gaze.

“I have no idea what my sister sees in you; you’re insubordinate and disrespectful.”

“You’re just scared of losing control; for people like you, it’s all about control.”

“Without control, our society falls apart.”

“And what’s the problem with that? It’s about time to dismantle the society you’ve built.”

“Then I think it’s about time you man up, kid.”

“We have very different definitions of what it means to be a man… coach.” The kid replied before breaking into laughter, not realizing the fury building in the older man, who seemed ready to pounce on him, but amid the laughter, the boy seemed to get scared, and puff; suddenly, the giant black man Alexander had met earlier stood before the two, resuming the laughter and speaking.

“… that’s style and lets my abs breathe, and you’re really gonna say anything against a cop, bro? Especially when you need my help to train these little troublemakers; I would’ve been a professional edge rusher if I hadn’t chosen to be a cop.”

“In your dreams, bro…” the younger Tommy replied, still dazed before the image dissolved again.

“It was the transformation of that little shit Hugo into my bro Hunter that made me realize what happened to Dylan wasn’t just a coincidence; I decided I was gonna explore these skills of mine. Slowly, I started hunting down the worst types in town, the punks, the deviants, and the insurgents, and turned them, one by one, into productive members of society. Abby, for her part, finished high school without getting involved with any other undesirable types. But then came her time to go to college; she could’ve gone to Austin or Knoxville, but no, she had to go to the Ivy League, Columbia! What a dumb idea, but my dad agreed, and I wouldn’t dare challenge him. Everything went well for a while, until her first summer break. She showed up here with some older, fat, scruffy dude, who smelled like weed, a wannabe poet who wanted people to call him Sartre; I didn’t even bother to find out his real name; it didn’t matter.

A new vision, quicker than the last. He and Tommy, dressed in Levi's jeans, flannel shirts, and cowboy boots, watched a Tommy dressed exactly like them, who in turn was watching the man Tommy had described, clearly high, turning into the well-groomed blonde guy Alexander met that morning.

“And that’s how J.P. came to be, John Paul, get it? Bet you thought I was some dumb redneck, didn’t you? By then, I didn’t even need to think much to get what I wanted, and I always made sure to keep Abby’s boyfriends close to me because my sister has a knack for finding the most annoying types who end up becoming my best projects. Now you… with you, she outdid herself… with you, I’m gonna have a blast.” He said with a sinister grin on his face. “You can speak now; the last words of a dying man, or did the cat get your tongue?”

For a moment, it really seemed like Alexander was going to say something, but what came out of his mouth wasn’t words; a slimy piece of flesh he couldn’t tell if it was his tongue or something else pushed its way through his lips, prying his teeth apart in an unnatural way and slithering across his face like a giant worm. Soon after, he felt his abdomen contracting with insane intensity, while his face contorted and his skin burned and bubbled in a transformation much slower and more painful than those he had witnessed; not that he had time to think about that amidst all the agony. As the environment around him seemed to darken, only illuminated by the source of heat he had become. Then the pain in his abdomen became unbearable, and while he squeezed it, desperately seeking some relief, it felt like his hands were sinking and merging into the muscular fabric that had just moments ago seemed so solid. But it wasn’t just his abdomen; his arms and legs grew and bulged as he threw himself forward, trying to puke, only to feel his mouth stretch unnaturally wide, while his expanded body was drenched in sweat that seemed to evaporate instantly, only to be replaced by another torrent. Just like the pain began, it stopped, only to start again within his head; it felt like his brain was melting, thoughts, ideas, his very identity turning to mush. He didn’t even notice he now had well-defined abs and toned arms and legs or that his hair had gone from red to a dark brown almost black, while it was drenched in sweat. His physique was nowhere near the monstrosity that was Tommy and his minions. But that was about to change; as his mind emptied of any memory or sense of reality and he threw himself back, leaning against the chair, his arms grew to monstrous proportions, his abdomen became a brick wall, and his chest swelled, while a beard sprouted on him, and finally his thighs ballooned like cords of pure steel, and his calves achieved the angular form of someone used to pushing them through strenuous workouts, while his feet grew absurdly large, emitting a powerful funk that could only be rivaled by that coming from his armpits.

“Almost there, Zander, bro, almost there.”

Upon hearing that name, his head exploded with images, color, and sound, with memory after memory flooding into his mind in such rapid succession that if any trace of Alexander had remained, it would have been instantly suppressed. Then, much faster and more painlessly than when it began, it ended. Throwing himself back, the brute that had replaced Alexander was panting, grinning stupidly, staring blankly at nothing.

“Zander, man, you good? Why don’t you take a sip of beer to cool off?” Tommy asked with a seemingly concerned tone as the light returned to the environment, and the brute in front of him seemed to shrink a bit in size while the sweat that was pouring down his body became just a sheen on his bronzed skin, as he automatically lifted the cup of beer to his lips.

“Ahhhh, I really needed that, Tommy, bro. That was a rough night.” The man said with a grin.

“I can imagine from the screams of the chick you had in my guest room. And from your smell, you reek, bro.”

“Hey, the ranch was way out, and you know how my mom is. Plus, you gave me the key to your house and told me I could use it in case of emergency. Damn, I really stink.” He said, scratching his balls over the old, worn-out underwear he was wearing, lifting his hands to his nose and sniffing them before bursting out laughing.

“Man, an emergency isn’t banging every skank in town in my guest room; you’re lucky my dad didn’t say anything.”

“Uncle Trav doesn’t care about that.”

“Usually not, but it’s not a good idea to do that when his daughter’s at home.”

“Abby’s here? Fuck!”

“As if she didn’t know your habits, man. But I’d be more worried about the fact that you were supposed to be helping my dad with the barbecue and that your mom had to deliver the beer herself; if it weren’t for me and Diego helping out, I’m sure she would’ve stormed the house and dragged you out by your hair.”

“Damn, Zander Dubois, you’re a complete idiot! Man, I need a shower and some borrowed clothes!”

“And what do you think this is on the table, you moron? Don’t worry; we’re the same size.”

“And I didn’t know that? We’ve been borrowing each other’s clothes forever. So who’s the moron, college boy?”

“Get your ass in the shower already, you asshole; I’ll be waiting with a cold beer.”

Zander took a quick shower, knowing it wouldn’t be enough to wash away all the stink from the night before, but he didn’t care as much about that as he did about disappointing Travis; the man had been like a second father to him after his own dad died and helped him with the ranch’s organization while J.P. kept the bills in check. He’d never been the smartest guy, though he knew how to take care of the cattle and the horses, and had his mom’s talent as a brewer. Besides he was one hell of a hunk, of course, he thought while admiring the muscles earned from years of ranch work and playing football in school, the dream of becoming pro ruined by his father’s untimely death and the need to take on his responsibilities, not that he thought he’d have much chance of keeping a decent GPA. But that was all in the past; he had a good life, although his mom bugged him to marry and give her grandkids like Betty had already done, especially since he was the last single guy in his friends group. Worse of all he felt that call every time he played with Austin, the kid would be a hell of a player one day, maybe good enough to achieve what his uncle and dad couldn’t.

“Damn, you are a damn stud, Zander Dubois!” He gratified himself, admiring his muscles in the bathroom mirror before putting on the shorts Tommy had lent him.

“Thanks, bro!” He said walking in the living room and grabbing the cold beer cup Tommy offered him, taking a long sip, wiping his mouth with his hand, and letting out a small burp.

“Hey, Abbey Road!” Tommy waved to someone behind him, making him turn around startled. Only to find no one there.

“Asshole!” He said, punching his friend’s arm.

“You should’ve seen your face, bro!” Tommy replied, cracking up, with Zander joining in.

“That was a good one, bro.”

“Put on the shirt and let’s roll; my dad’s waiting!”

…..

“Sorry for the wait, Uncle Trav; I wasn’t feeling well.” Zander said, taking off his shirt and putting on an apron, if Travis Johnson was throwing a barbecue like this, he wouldn’t be the one to break tradition.

“How odd; you seemed pretty lively last night, Zander.” Travis said with a mischievous grin.

“I’m sorry about that; if I’d known Abby was home, I wouldn’t have done what I did.”

“Don’t worry about me, but I gotta say that ain’t gonna win you any points with her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I ain't born yesterday, kid! I see the way you look at her, and all your buddies are already hitched while you’re still bouncing from bar to bar, hooking up with the first girl who crosses your path just to avoid any commitment.”

“I... I…”

“No need to say anything, son; I’d be more than happy to have you as a son-in-law; I’ve watched you grow up and I know what kind of man you are. But I gotta warn you, something tells me Abby's gonna show up here with some slick city boy who thinks he’s hot stuff just ‘cause he came from the big city.”

“Uncle Trav, it’s almost time for her to finish college and she’s gonna be a vet; there’s no better place for her to work than here, have some faith!”

“I have faith, my boy, but a father’s heart doesn’t lie.”

“In that case, you can count on me and the guys to knock some sense into any city punk who shows up around here.”

“I know that, son. Now enough chit-chat; we’ve got plenty of mouths to feed, let’s get to work!”

In the afternoon, when everyone was well-fed and the booze buzz had taken over a good chunk of the minds present, Zander found himself in the spacious field next to the center, watching kids of all ages play while keeping an eye on Austin and Houston the twelve years old son of his older sister who lived with her husband in Fort Worth so his sisters and brothers-in-law could dance a bit in the hall. And when the not so little guy scored a touchdown in the middle of the fun and ran to hug him, he couldn’t help but feel emotional.

“It’s about time you had your own.” He turned and came face to face with Diego, who was waving and smiling as he watched his own son run over to Huck and J.P., who at that moment was teaching his kid how to hold the ball properly.

“You have no idea what that feels like!”

“Was it my mom or Betty who told you to say that?” He asked, even though he felt a longing inside to be part of that world, to have a little version of himself running around, taking care of the horses, tossing the pigskin in a packed stadium on a Friday night.

“Both!” Diego replied, laughing. “But the boys care about you too, man; what are you waiting for?” He asked as Zander watched Abby play with one of her cousins’ daughters.

“Sometimes we get so focused on something that we forget to see the bigger picture, bro!” Diego continued, turning Zander towards the dance floor full of young women, some sneaking glances his way. “A guy like you ain’t gonna have any trouble finding the right woman; I’ll keep an eye on Austin and Houston; you take advantage.”

….

After dancing with several of the single ladies at the party, Zander sat down to catch his breath while watching the ebb and flow of people, lowering his glasses and checking out a very interesting girl that passed by. Until a whistle startled him.

“Zander Dubois, was that you hitting on Caroline Matthews, a girl from a good family?” Someone said, placing a beer cup on his table.

“What??? Haha, hey Hunter, bro! I'm glad your shift is finally over. And unfortunally, the time to settle down comes for everyone. I want my kids to grow up alongside yours and the other guys’, having the same life I had.”

"So our lone wolf has finally decided to join the pack, thinking about adding a Dallas or a Knox to your mother's list, bro?" Commented Tommy approaching while bringing out snacks and dips and placing them on the table. "The rest of the guys are coming, they're just going to drop the boys off with their moms. We're going to have some boys time. Caroline Matthews then? She's hot, man. But I admit I had hopes between you and Abby."

"Me too, but it's like I said, you and Hunter are going to be parents soon, Huck and Austin are already growing up, I want my kids to grow up with them. And Abby..."

“I get it, man. I just worry about her; she’s always had a strange taste in guys.”

“Your dad mentioned he’s worried she might show up with some stuck-up city slicker.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“That if some snobby city boy shows up here with Abby, you, me and the guys would take care of him, country man style.” Zander replied emphatically.

“Thanks, man. I know I can always count on you!”

“Dude, we’re family. And one day, Abby’s gonna find a guy who’s just right for her; I’m sure of it.”

“I believe that too, bro. And it’s gonna be someone just like you and me!” Tommy replied with bright smile.

[mistress-of-vos]

For the "Im weak for you" prompt: "Aren't you at least a little bit ashamed of how blantaly you are exploiting my feelings for you?” As a continuation of yours A/B/O Tim as BruDick's biochild AU ficlet if it is ok?

// So happy to hear your ask, anon!!! 😍💚 //

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Ra's isn't even sure why he's doing this. It's dangerous for them both, and shameful in a way he hadn't considered before. Yet here he is.

"Well, well, old man, are you going to fuck me already?" Tim giggles as he stretches on the mattres. His Robin suit glued to his petite body, omega pheromones filling the air of the room second by second. The alpha hadn't paid much attention before, but it's now impossible to ignore how the Wayne heir smells wonderfully sweet.

It's - well, perhaps wrong isn't the correct word. Ra's and Tim have seen each other through the years ever since the pup was barely able to talk. As Tim himself had said in their last encounter, she had been trying to separate Bruce Wayne from Dick Grayson for years, meaning that Ra's had needed to stay next to the kidnapped omega child more often than not.

When had Timothy turned into a bratty teenage omega without any kind of shame or decorum, Ra's could not tell. Maybe it started that one time Ra's had to stop Tim from jumping off a balcony, as a prom red dress was hardly adequate to face a snow storm.

Anyhow; in the present Tim is enjoying their meeting. He looks amused, eyes shimmering lovely. Ra's himself had ripped off the mask from Tim's doll face minutes ago when the omega was still half asleep due to the drug, and now Ra's' fingers itch painfully, desiring to get rid of that obscene suit as well.

It is less than honorable. The Batman could think of this as revenge, or an offense. But it has been Timothy who flirted during their last encounter, offering word by word something that Ra's does desire deep in his heart.

Ra's wants an alpha son, and having an intelligent, beautiful omega mate would be a cherry on top. Timothy is everything his mate should be, and that's exactly why the omega is laying on Ra's' bed as the alpha sits on a corner, slowly undoing his cape and shirt.

"You offered to bear me a heir," Ra's points out, unable to hide the growl of lust that leaves his throat. Tim smirks, showing those adorable tiny omega fangs of his, spreading even more in the bed to show Ra's just how long his legs are and how thin his torso is.

Timothy is somehow petite and long at the same time, and it reminds Ra's' of beautiful goddesses painted and sculpted in Greece: Young, thin and pale; big eyes like jewels and full lips that murmur temptations. Timothy looks nothing like his parents, but Ra's keeps in mind that this is the child of the one omega who managed to wrap the Batman around his finger, and perhaps Ra's should be more careful with this kitten-like creature that is looking at him with hunger.

"You will need to come closer, then," the omega purrs, smirk widening when Ra's throws his cape away and does get closer indeed, crawling on the bed as a tiger, unbuttoned shirt showing his chest hair and allowing his own alpha pheromones to travel to Tim's nose.

"Oh," is what Tim breathes when Ra's pulls him against him, rough hands squeezing his ass over the spandex fabric, fangs sinking on the exposed are of his neck.

"This suit of yours," Ra's murmurs, eyes dark as he looks at the beautifully shaped pair of small tits glued to the red shirt, "I want it off."

Tim manages to push Ra's down this time, gloved thin hands using all their force to make Ra's lay down. Tim is now sitting on his lip, naughty smile on his lips. Soon, the belt is off, then the gloves, and then manicured fingers are pulling the upper part of the Robin suit up slowly.

"What a pervert old man," Tim laughs as he shows off his breasts, "Babies don't appear just by looking, oh glorious Demon's Head."

Ra's gets a tic on his eye for a moment, but quickly forgives the insult when his hands cup Timothy's exquisite breasts. And the sounds the omega makes later... It's worth every inconvenience this kidnapping involves.

Nights later, Timothy is posing at the mirror, an unsatisfied gesture on his face as he looks at his silk outfit with matching jewels. Ra's, trying to focuse on his work, fails to not notice Timothy's annoyance.

"Is the collar not to your liking?" Ra's finally asks, embarrassed at just how much of his time and mind goes to this small yet spoiled omega who seems to take more space on his life second by second.

"It needs a tiara," Tim argues, turning around to see Ra's and tilt his head, "Don't you agree? A queen needs a crown, after all."

"A queen," Ra's murmurs, "Is that what you are calling yourself now?"

"That's the least I could be considering I'm going to bear your children," Tim hums as he walks towards Ra's' desk, "I believed you were a gentleman, Ra's; are you going to tell me you will offend me and my family by treating me as a mere concubine?"

Ra's blinks.

"Aren't you ashamed of how you exploit my feelings about you, beloved?" he regrets out loud, a roll on his eyes as he takes Tim's hands and makes the omega sit on his lap, "You seem to find joy in torturing me and insulting me every chance you have despite my worship towards you."

"Don't tell me my words offend the great Ra's al Ghul!" Tim giggles, batting his thick eyelashes at Ra's and poutting with his kissable lips, "In that case, it would be inappropriate to allow a mere mistress to hold such power you, don't you think?"

"Indeed," Ra's agrees, a hand caressing Tim's covered stomach, wondering if the omega was already carrying their first pup. He should, considering all the times they have shared a bed during these days; "You might be right, if you are to be mother of my heir, a title as high as mine is needed."

"Now we're talking," Tim purrs, index finger giving a soft pinch to Ra's' nose.

Just when their mouths are about to crash, four familiar people interrupt the calm of the palace.

Ra's' daughter, offended to every last blood drop in her body.

Tim's parents, scandalized and angry.

And a fourth one, who happens to be certain blonde vigilante with a flaming sword who it seems wasn't merely a friend of Tim. A friend wouldn't be overwhelmed with violence at the view of Tim next to Ra's, would he?

"Look at the bright side!" Tim sings as they run from the fight, ninjas trying to keep their enemies behind and Ubu coming down on a helicopter, "We don't have to arrange a family meeting anymore!"

Ra's ends up picking Timothy up and jumping off a window, wondering why, after 800 years of life, this curious omega manages to ruin his life like this.

He used to be an alpha with dignity!

(A few months later, when Tim is pregnant and needy, constantly dragging Ra's to their nest and begging for more, Ra's can't complain anymore.

This is a great solution, even if Batman keeps trying to kill Ra's. It's a small price for such happiness and pleasure, anyway.

And if Tim has the demon's head wrapped around his finger... Well, let's say Gotham's princess isn't as naive as other might think).

[petitmonde]

I'm sharing Jade's prom story from her Twitter thread. You can read it here and share it around. I'm putting it under a read more since it's quite long, but it's definitely worth reading every single word that she wrote. If you want to read more or get involved with LGBTQ+ rights, I have linked a few organisations that do great work in the Philippines.

LGBTQ+ Organisations in the Philippines

Bahaghari – national alliance of LGBT+ advocates, organisations, and formations. You can sign the petition for their anti discrimination bill SOGIE right here.

LoveYourself – an organisation that promotes HIV awareness, testing, and treatment. They also have resources available for those seeking help to transition.

UP Babaylan – The oldest LGBT+ student organisation in the Philippines.

LakanBini Advocates Pilipinas – A network of transgender organisations. They focus on health, psychosocial well-being, and human rights.

Rainbow Rights – A nonprofit NGO that focuses on legal literacy and empowerment with respect to SOGIE laws and policies.

Proud Campaign Philippines – Not only do they raise awareness of SOGIE, but they also help Filipinos in need with food, clothes, toiletries, and other necessities.

🩶 State Of The Dollification Address 🩶

I have 3 prom stories that I’ve experienced and here to tell all of y’all! I am now using my voice and platform to raise awareness, for humanity’s maturity and for the betterment of inclusive schools. ‼️

I want to say to ALL schools out there! No matter what Sexual Orientation, Gender Indentity & Expression. Students has the right to have equal knowledge and experience with schools and campus. As long as oppression and discrimination is still happening in today’s world, this is a sign that we are not yet treated as equal.

#PassSOGIEBillNow #TransYouthAreValid #TransWomenAreWomen #TransLivesMatter

#DollShenanigans #DollDomination #Dollification #SuSos #TeamM1ssJadeSo

My first ever Prom that I’ve attended way back Feb 13, 2016. I got invited by a guy from an all boys school. He sponsored everything from the gown, ticket and transportation. Everything went well, I attended their prom as the WOMAN THAT I AM. It was magical, fun and romantic. I greeted some people in the event, ate, had a romantic dance with the guy and also partied a little bit, we went home safe (take note: our driver is his Dad). So happy with this experience I got to live just by being me.

I met some Queer people and some of them are now Trans Women from that school, last year 2022. They told me that I was so iconic, that the administrators, teachers, pastors are triggered by my presence that night. They had to call every Queer people in their school just to have a prayer/mass session to pray the gay away. It was so sad, they couldn’t fight, they just told me that they love and look up to me for my bravery and courage from that night. I hope they are now healed from that trauma.

Going back to March 2016, for our Moving-Up Ball in my school. Everyone is excited as we are about to enter Senior High School (the first batch of SHS) and Junior High School is about to end. I’m very excited about it because it’s going to be our last Ball/Party of our whole batch. I am thinking to myself that this is going to be my coming out moment as a Trans Woman. I immediately thought of wearing a dress and wearing a wig because my hair is too short for the vision of my full bloom woman.

Days before the Ball, I asked my adviser politely if I can go to the event wearing a dress as the woman that I am. She said “No, naiintindihan naman namin ang gusto mo, “Girl” na nga ang tawag ko sayo (as tinatawag niya kong “bakla” before) pero sa college mo na yan gawin, masyado ka pang bata. Malay mo mag-iba pa panananaw mo at maging lalake ka talaga (she laughed)”. I cried it out going home that day. Translation: “No, we understand what you want, I’m already calling you “Girl” (as she calls me “Gay” before). Do it in college instead, you are too young. Maybe you might change your perspective and become a man one day (she laughed).

The day of the event started… I did my friend’s makeup, as I am a makeup artist before. I started doing their makeup during lunch time and ended really well. My sister and mom helped by putting their dresses and curling their hair. 5 girl friends of mine are very happy with the results. I have a lot of memories with them I cherish and miss them now. Hi Aira, Ela, Elriva, Kirstine & Lubna.

I was so tired and had to glam myself up too. I wore a 30 inch black silky straight wig, white cocktail dress from my sister and black thigh high boots.

We went to the moving-up ball with my friend’s driver. My mom joined us because she wanted to explain something. As we got into the event, they immediately stopped me from entering. A teacher told me that I cannot enter, and they let me talk to my adviser and some of my teachers, they said “Jade, sinabihan ka na namin… You can’t wear this here. Magpalit ka ng suit na panglalake, para papasukin ka pa namin, maaga pa naman may time ka pa magpalit, Go na.” Translation: “Jade, we told you about this… You can’t wear this here. Change it to a Men’s suit, so that we can let you enter, it’s still early, you have time to change, Go for it.”

I told them I wanna talk to the principal. They let me talk with the principal and I explained the definition of Transgender and explaining that I am a Trans Woman. She refused, my mom talked to the principal and explained that I am a Trans Woman and I wanted to make this last moment of my JHS as the woman that I am. My mom said “Payagan niyo po sana yung anak ko na makapasok, kasi po babae po siya and yan po ang gusto niyang damit. Pangarap niya po yan”. Translation: “I hope you allow my daughter to get in, She is a woman and that’s how she wanted to dress up. That’s her dream.”

They still said no and change my outfit to a suit or anything na “panglalake” or “Men’s wear”. I lost hope at that moment, I saw my mom crying because how heart broken she is. I immediately cried too and said “Mama, umuwi kana ako na lang mag stay dito and ilalaban ko to. Ayoko na makita ka umiiyak”. Translation: “Mom, Please go home, I’m going to stay here and I will fight for this.”

She invited me to go home too but I said I needed to stay, this is something I think that is right. She went home and I started bursting out of tears, I was sobbing and fully destroyed. As a protest, I’m going to stay here until they let me in. There were feedbacks that they can hear me sobbing inside the event. My classmates comforted me, they took turns to accompany me outside. As the event is going through my classmates are slowly getting inside, they brought me food, talk to me nicely, my whole class went to me outside and took a class picture. Teachers that are close to my heart went outside to accompany too. And there’s this one teacher stayed with me the whole night outside and she said; “Malayo pa tayo sa pinapaglaban natin, pero gusto kong malaman mo na tama ka Jade, tama ang pinaglalaban mo, ikaw yan eh. Balang araw matatanggap ng lipunan natin ang isang katulad mo. Salamat sa pag-laban kung sino ka.” Translation: “We are far from what we are fighting for, but I want you to know that you are in the right track, that’s the real you! The time will come that our society will accept the people like you, thank you for fighting for being who you are”.

She said so many inspiring words that uplifted me. Take note: she’s an Araling Panlipunan teacher. Hi M1ss Meann Salimbangon, you deserve the love from this world. I love you so much, I will never forget you! You’re a treasure for me. She told me she won’t leave me outside until I get home safe. My friend’s driver offered a ride to get me home safe. I went home when that after party started. I was so tired and cried myself to sleep.

April 2016, our Moving-up Ceremony. Advisers are announcing that “No “proper” haircut for boys are not allowed get the diploma on stage. But instead, they will give the diploma a week after (together with our report card). I informed my adviser that I can’t cut my hair because I identify as a Trans Woman and I would like to get my diploma as how my hair is growing now. She refused, so i decided to not to go through. I did the Moving-up ceremony rehearsal for nothing. I informed my Mom that I can’t go to the stage because of my haircut. She was sad that she won’t see me receiving my diploma. I attend our moving-up ceremony with the parents of my friends, I was sitting in the parents section wearing a BLONDE FUCCING HAIR, full leather look with my y2k hidden wedge sneakers lol.

My head was heated seeing these boys in our school DIDN’T GOT THE PROPER HAIRCUT and got their diploma on stage. I immediately thought that the advise and requirement is just targeted for me or for the Queer people in my school ONLY. They were just oppressing us.

When it’s my time to get the diploma they called my name on stage flashed my photo to the screen. I stood up with my head up high, from the parent’s section. Everyone was looking at me, my friend cheered and screamed for me, the parents were clapping. It was a fuccing moment (just like a Pose episode) 🤣

Finally the nightmare era from that school was over, there is much more stories to tell. But it’s to long to share, so many bullying and oppressing issues that I experienced. I know it’s a Catholic school, but is it a requirement for Catholics to hate and oppress Trans Individuals like me? And the LGBTQIA+ community, if there are more issues (I knew it’s not just me 😌).

Moving forward, I searched for the right school to enroll for my Senior High School and that is iAcademy! I really really love this school so much, they accepted, acknowledged, and loved me. This is the first time I felt seen, heard & valued by a school. They let me wear what I want, let me my hair grew, it is so long that it touches my butt. I was openly proud Trans Individual, I even got a romantic relationship with a classmate (part of my growing process).

Fast forward for our Grad Ball and Graduation Ceremony. The MOMENT I’ve been waiting my whole life was to attend our Graduation Ball. I wore the MOST HUGE ROYAL BLUE CINDERELLA-LIKE BALL GOWN WITH FEATHERS AROUND, LEAVING SOME FEATHER TRACKS WHEREVER I GO, WITH A FUCCING CROWN, because I already knew I am a fuccing QUEEN. I won best dressed of the night from the female category. They gave me a 10-min moment to share my JHS Prom experience and I am thankful for this inclusive school and being an LGBTQIA+ ally. I was so happy I could die. This moment will last forever and to the herstory of iAcademy.

For our Graduation ceremony I wore the highest heels that I owned and a red cunty dress to my Graduation. I got my diploma on stage, strutting myself like the sexiest, cuntiest & baddest student on Earth.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 10, vol. 15, 12 mars 1893, Paris. 12. Toilette de soirée et sortie de bal pouvant servir de vêtement de demi-saison. Modèles de B. Delalande, 1, avenue de l'Opéra et 5, pl. du Théâtre-Français. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

12. Toilette de soirée et sortie de bal:

1. Toilette de soirée en soie nacrée blanche et rose, forme princesse, attachée de côté sous l'écharpe. Dans le bas de la jupe, volant de soie rosée avec draperie et nœuds de mousseline de soie. Echarpe partant de l'épaule gauche, tourne sur la poitrine, entoure la taille et revient sur le côté gauche de la taille, sous un nœud, former draperie du haut en bas de la jupe. Draperie autour du décolletage, manches courtes. Echarpe de gaze sur la tête. Matériaux: 14 mètres soie, 4 mètres soie rose unie, 6 mètres de mousseline de soie.

2. Sortie de bal en peluche feu à reflets argentés. — Première pèlerine avec col droit, le tout entouré de marabout noir. Petite pèlerine usée sur les épaules avec gros bouton de peluche noire tout entourée de marabout. Robe de soie rose glacée mauve toute couverte de pampilles en perles de jais. Sur le côté gauche, panneau de soie rose retenu par des liens en marabout de plumes noires, plumes noires au bord de la jupe, de la ceinture et du décolletage. Blouse en soie rose unie ainsi que les bouffants des manches. Matériaux: 14 mètres soie glacée, 2 mètres soie rose, 5 mètres soie unie et 5 mètres peluche pour la sortie de bal, autant de soie et ouatine pour la doubler.

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1. Evening dress in pearly white and pink silk, princess shape, attached to the side under the scarf. At the bottom of the skirt, pink silk flounce with drapery and silk muslin bows. Scarf starting from the left shoulder, turns on the chest, surrounds the waist and returns on the left side of the waist, under a bow, to form drapery from top to bottom of the skirt. Drapery around the neckline, short sleeves. Gauze scarf on the head. Materials: 14 yards silk, 4 yards plain pink silk, 6 yards chiffon.

2. Fire plush ball gown with silver highlights. — First pelerine with straight collar, all surrounded by black marabout. Small worn cape on the shoulders with large black plush button all surrounded by marabou. Mauve icy pink silk dress all covered with jet pearl tassels. On the left side, pink silk panel held by marabou ties of black feathers, black feathers at the edge of the skirt, the belt and the neckline. Plain pink silk blouse as well as the sleeve puffs. Materials: 14 meters ice silk, 2 meters pink silk, 5 meters plain silk and 5 meters plush for the prom exit, as much silk and padding to double it.

[tricks-tickles]

Prom Dress

read my random hcs here! (i promise it will make more sense lol)

my own prom was two weeks ago and so i was inspired to write this and i s2g when i started this i did not ship bunny but these mfs grew on me like a fungus

if you have any ideas for any drabbles send me an ask!

word count: 1614

pairing: Lee!Butters/Ler!Kenny

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Butters really liked Kenny. They’d been friends since they were little but had become especially closer in their teens, with Kenny opening up about being transgender and Butters confiding in her about his less-than-stellar parents. On top of that, Kenny was the kindest person Butters knew, and she always supported him. She was funny, easy to get along with, and made Butters feel important, like he mattered. Honestly, he liked her a little more than as a friend but was too shy to say anything.

So, he really liked her and liked hanging out with her and spending time with her…

But.

Senior prom was coming up and everybody had been talking about it for weeks, even the least interested people had been drawn into the endless conversation. (Craig’s contributions to the discussion had been limited to “No.” and “I don’t know.” but at least he’d said something.) 

Everyone had their own drama regarding the prom. It would be the first prom where Stan wouldn’t be going with Wendy, as the two had broken up for ‘the last time’ two months prior. Kyle was attending with a date (for once), a boy from North Park who he’d met through basketball. Cartman also had someone to bring, his long-distance girlfriend who was traveling to South Park from Canada (mainly to prove she existed). For Kenny, this was her first prom where she would be openly going as a girl, with Butters as her platonic date. This was a big deal, obviously, and with prom just a week away she was in full panic over what she was going to wear. Her panic had started on Wednesday morning-

“Oh, shit.”

“Huh?”

“Shiiit.”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Ken?”

“I just realized- I’ll need a fucking dress.”

“What for?”

“Prom!”

-And now on Friday she was still stressing out. She had scrounged up enough money to buy a dress from their local Goodwill. Now, she had narrowed it down to two options. A burnt orange gown with a bardot neckline, or a tight black bodycon with a long slit up the thigh. She had the body to fill them out, with a combination of exercise, padding, (estrogen that she’d bought online,) and luck she had a petite, feminine frame. Now she just had to choose which dress to wear.

“I just don’t know,” She was saying, swiping back and forth between the pictures on her phone, “The black dress is cool, but is it too edgy? And I dunno what accessories I would wear with it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket and started rummaging in her closet, “I like the orange one, but it could be too much… although these shoes would go perfectly…” 

Kenny had been going on like this for nearly an hour now, and while Butters had tried his absolute best to stay engaged, from going to the store with her earlier to now helping her make the final decision, his attention was drifting. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it.

eric✨: im board wanna play cod

butters: i can’t! im helping kenny pick her prom dress :(

eric✨: jfc is she still going on abt that

eric✨: she rlly is a girl

butters: of course she is! she’s the nicest, prettiest girl in the world <3

eric✨: dude

eric✨: gay

butters: shhh •////•

eric✨: wanna play l8r

butters: okay!! :D

“Hey! Did I lose ya?” Kenny said, suddenly appearing in front of him.

“Ah! Sorry Ken, got a lil’ distracted, hehe.” He said, throwing his phone to the side and smiling up at her innocently.

Kenny squinted at him for a minute and Butters squirmed under her stare. She was extremely pretty. Long blonde hair plaited into twin braids, smooth tan skin, and bright blue eyes, as bright as Butter’s glass one. She was dressed casually, with her oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, and was watching Butters with a mischievous smile.

“It’s okay,” She said, “Maybe I need to take a break and come back to it. And, I think I know something that'll catch your interest.”

Butters sat up straighter, excited. “And what would that be?”

She grinned at his eagerness and lifted her hands to show him her nails. Kenny had bought false nails at the drugstore and was planning on wearing them before prom so she could get used to the feeling. They were long and black, except for the ring fingers, which were orange

Butters gasped, “They’re so pretty! And they’ll match whatever dress you choose.” 

“I know right, I’m so fuckin’ smart.” She trailed off, “Do you know what else they're good for?”

Butters hummed, thinking. “Peelin’ off stickers? Untyin’ knots? Oh! Makin’ clicky sounds when you tap on your phone!”

“Noho,” She giggled, “This.”

She put her hand on Butters’s chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then straddled his legs. He felt his face get hot at their proximity and also began to squirm in anticipation. Butters liked many things about hanging out with Kenny, and this was one of his favorites. 

She gave him that Cheshire grin, then pushed up his Hello Kitty t-shirt and gently traced one nail down his chest, towards his belly button.

“Wait! Kehehehen!” He giggled, wiggling in place.

“Whaaat?” She teased, dragging the tips of her nails down his sides and scratching them in small circles.

“Ahahaw jehehehehez,” He squeaked, “Thahahat’s reheheahahally tihihickly!”

“You’re so fucking ticklish. It’s adorable.” Kenny teased. She rested her nails on the sides of his ribs, then quickly swiped down to his hips and back up again.

“Kehehennyhy! Pleheheahasehe, ihihit tihihicklehes sohohoho bahahahad!” He giggled, bunching his hands in his shirt and wiggling in place. His faux complaints were part of the game, to spare him some embarrassment.

“You say that, but you aren’t moving, or pushing me away, or saying stop, or-“

“Hehehe! Yohohohuhuhu knohohow why!” It didn’t really work.

She hummed, lightly pinching Butter’s ribs, “Do I? Maybe I forgot.” 

“Kehehen,” He whined, “Yohohouhur behehihin’ mehehahan.”

“You’re right,” Kenny said, “I know you love being tickled so fuckin’ much.” 

She then started to gently spider her fingers over his stomach.

“Nohohohohot thehehe behehelly!” He laughed.

“Why not?” Kenny said, then leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Is your tummy too ticklish?”

Butters squealed, his face burning as he leaned forward to press his face into Kenny’s neck. His hands came to grip her waist as he giggled helplessly while her nails gently wiggled all over his body. He sat up even more, giggling into Kenny as her hands came around to skim over his back, making him arch into her.

“Ehehehe! Ihi dihihidn’t ehevehen knohohow my bahahack wahahas tihihicklihihsh!” He said, his arms wrapping around Kenny, hugging her while she tickled his back. Her hands began to crawl higher and higher until they brushed his shoulder blades and his long-forgotten flight or fight instincts rewoke as Butters flipped her onto the bed and grabbed her arms, pinning her down. 

They both panted for a second, breathless for different reasons. While Kenny often played with him, Butters never took charge or fought back.

“S-sorry, Kenny.” He stuttered, his face burning. Kenny was still staring at him, her mouth agape. He let go of her hands and shuffled back a bit, ready to get off her. Instead, she sat up and took his face in her hands.

“...Kendall?” He said, flustered beyond belief. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before.

“I-I just realized that I like you. Like right now, holy fucking shit.”

Now it was Butters’s turn to gape.  “You- what?” He said, brain struggling to comprehend her words.

“I like you. Romantically. Fuck! I mean, of course, I like you, it’s fucking obvious. I like being around you and you make me laugh and when I see you with other people I get jealous and I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since we became close and I think you’re wonderful and kind and beautiful and oh my fucking God, I might actually be in-” She cut herself off, staring at him.

He blinked. Turned to his brain, which hummed like static, and shrugged back at him. He blinked again. Suddenly, it seemed like there was only one thing to do.

He leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips touched. It was the chaste kiss to end all chaste kisses, barely a brush of skin, but he felt a deep warmth that started at his mouth and spread throughout his whole body.

There was a beat, then Kenny pulled his face back in and kissed him properly. He made a little noise of surprise, tilting his head to press them closer together. His hands slid up her back, fisting into her hoodie as she moved against him, his stomach swooping when she softly bit his lip. He had never felt so right.

They kissed till they were laying down, breathless, and pressed against each other.

“So…” Butters said, never one to let even a comfortable silence sit.

“So,” Kenny replied, scratching her nails through his hair. 

“Did you decide which dress you were gonna wear?” He asked, making her laugh.

“Yeheah, I think I did.”

Butters sat up, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.

“Then let's go get it!” He said, springing off the bed.

Kenny laughed again, then followed him up, kissing him softly.

“Let’s.”

On the way to the door, Butters remembered his phone and grabbed it, opening his and Eric’s messages.

butters: cant play later anymore ;)

eric✨: r u and kenny gonna have gay sex

butters: … :)

eric✨: BUTTERS????

eric✨: YOU DOG

eric✨: BUTTERS I S2G MSSG ME BNACK

eric✨: PEICE OF SHIT 

eric✨: BUTTERS

[turtboy]

I’m well versed in the art of the tongue. How certain are you to find out??

[ellecdc]

petition to have you actually adopt me and kidnap me because my mom just threw my prom dress outside in the raid and mud because i said i wasn’t going to be home right at 8:30 because prom starts at 7 and i wanted to stay longer and have more fun….please come pick me up mother 🙏🙏🙏

😦😥😢😦😥😢

sweetheart

first, I'm so sorry this is happening to you 😭😭😭 I truly have no words, I'm so sorry

Believe me, I'd be there in a fucking heart beat ❤️‍🩹

[aguamarinee]

【 𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 &𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕.】

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst if you squint, female reader

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "Still waiting for my first dance."

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Instead of one partner for the occasion, reader meets nine. She has the opportunity to spend prom with each of them a little bit, but towards the end, the final choice is a much harder decision than it should be.

【 A mini drabble series! I've been anticipating this for so long, so I'm happy I can finally release this! 】

; 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 #1

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: K × reader

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,1k (let's pretend it's a drabble)

This was the big day!

Prom was finally happening in your life, and you were so ready for it!

Choosing a partner went so well, when he asked you he was an absolute gentleman... And even the dress choice was smooth sailing!

After trying on a couple, in the corner of the store you saw one in particular that really seemed to match your taste, and luckily the only one that was left, it was in your size.

...So, what could go wrong this evening, now that it's finally here?

You arrived at the venue in your parents' car on time, before the big crowd, but they didn't drop you off yet, saying they want to see your prom partner for themselves.

True, it was part of the agreement that you two will arrive separately and will meet in front of the venue, but what did 'in front of' mean exactly?

In the doorway, or the entrance, or the street just before the building, or at the small garden connected to the place?

It should have been obvious, but you never know.

At first, you waited around a bit in the car, secretly seeking out the people who were on their way to the party.

Then you exited to smell the fresh, early evening air and make yourself noticeable.

But no matter how you sharpened your eyesight, truth be told, your partner wasn't here yet.

Your parents started to get impatient and skeptical, so to tone down the situation you faked that you got a message from him on your phone, saying that he was inside the venue.

You knew your parents were just worried, but it was your day and you wanted to avoid all arguments or though scenarios, so you confidently convinced them to leave you alone with the best care in the world since they can trust your partner completely that he'll take care of you and your night.

You watched them slowly leave with a big smile on your face, your mom looked back one last time from the passenger seat but they kept their word and left, they didn't do any bonus circles around the area or park somewhere away to keep an eye on you.

As you saw the familiar car getting lost on the highway, mixing with the last rays of sunlight your smile faltered a little bit, because you just lied about your partner being here but at the same time, you were finally alone!

You had time for yourself a little bit before he makes his appearance, if for no other reason than to look around the beautifully decorated spacious venue standing in front of you.

So you made your move and walked into the open, petite garden-like lobby of the building at last.

Continuously admiring the elegant decorations around you, even if the majority of the flowers were fake and the fairy lights provided little to no lighting, or the big satin bows hung a bit too low even for your height, the overall picture was really precious.

You comfortably treaded around the garden, mustering up a bit more courage before going into the venue.

"Excuse me." A gentle voice slightly startled you from behind, so you turned around but didn't expect such a colossal presence.

You almost voiced your thoughts, but you refrained yourself in the end.

The guy standing in front of you was tall and proportionate, he had a handsome chiseled face and his dark locks were nicely swept back so his forehead was exposed.

He looked dashing and very charming with that welcoming, polite smile of his.

And his black velvet tuxedo that was cut out just for him made him even more appealing for sore eyes.

"Are you with someone, perhaps?" He asked and genuine interest seemed to sparkle in his irises.

"Ah, no, not at the moment." You answered in a quiet voice, a bit intimidated by his confident persona.

"Care to enter with me, then?" He questioned with a deep smile, his handsome features seemed to shine even more.

'What, do I even know him?' Were your first thoughts and you didn't respond immediately, just gazed at him.

He seemed to be a bit lost in the moment for a second but then he realized what took you so long and started to introduce himself.

"Sorry, that was a bit rude of me." He slightly bowed his head. "My name's Koga Yudai, but I don't think we have met before... You must have been startled by my directness, I apologize if I offended you." His aura immediately changed, he seemed genuinely worried and apologetic.

It took nothing in you to reassure him about his behavior, you could tell he didn't mean any harm, he just caught you off-guard.

"Don't worry, I didn't consider you rude for a second. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yudai." You gave him a warm smile.

"The pleasure is mine." He nodded and got back into his cool, polite sense of talking.

But then he seemed hesitant for a moment.

"The truth is... Well, it's still a bit hard on my pride but my prom partner dumped me at the last minute, but I still came in the hope of finding someone for my first dance." He averted his eyes for a second then they traveled back to you, gliding over your outfit and your form, as you were without a partner at the moment, just like him. "And when I saw you walking here alone, I just thought you were perfect." His smile was somewhat sheepish, you felt bad for him, comforting words on the tip of your tongue were about to slip out and reassure him once again...

...But it didn't feel right.

You had a promised partner, maybe somewhere inside waiting for you the same, dying to ask you for that first dance and this poor guy here only had the chance to speak to you sooner because he was walking around the garden like you did a couple of minutes ago.

He was tall, handsome, and polite, surely he will have no trouble finding someone who was truly suitable for him tonight.

And that's all that mattered.

"I'm genuinely sorry to hear that, your partner didn't deserve you, but neither do I." You gazed up at him with seriousness. "I have someone waiting for me inside for that ominous first dance, just like you asked. And I think you deserve someone who has eyes for you only, so... I think I will take my leave. And good luck with your first dance, I'm sure it will be worth the wait!" With a shy squeeze to his right shoulder, you walked past him, proud that you mustered up the courage to turn him down.

You didn't wait for any sort of answer or reaction, you said what you thought was right and left.

Really, it was better this way for both of you.

As unfortunate as he was, he deserves a true, romantic first dance this evening.

【𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.】

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: In an alternative universe let's pretend every &TEAM member is having their prom right now lol.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

Tagging: @nichoswag

[the-flower32]

Monsttober week 2: Angel

The Farm of Spencer Spector; Remembrance and Realizations

It was a crisp autumn day in Ashwood, the graveyard was quite save for two visitors. One was an older woman named Spencer Spector, the other was younger and named Mic.

“Man… this place is way cleaner than the one in my home town.” Mic said as he looked at the headstones they passed.

“Oh thats sad.” Spencer said over her shoulder, a bouquet of Violets and Lilacs in her hand.

“Oh- I don't mean trash- it was just over grown in a lot of places. There was even a club in highschool that petitioned to get it ‘spruced up’.” 

“And how’d that go?”

“Not that well until one of them offered to buy pizza for the class who had the most signatures, she was only able to do so because her dad owned the local jewelry shop.”

Spencer chuckled.

“Food is a big motivator, especially sweets.”

“I know right.” 

The two approached a headstone with an angel carved into it, Spencer stopped in front of it, Mic off to the side. Mic read the name on the headstone.

‘Amissa Spector, Loving wife’

“I wonder who they were.” Mic thought as Spencer placed the flowers and crossed her arms against the wind. 

They wanted to ask, but hesitated. 

“No, it’d be rude.” they told themselves, so they fidgeted with their necklace. 

Mean while Spencer glanced over at them, she was old enough to recognize curiosity when she saw it, and smiled.

“Thanks for driving me out here, I really need to get fitted for glasses.” she started, Mic jumped.

“Uh… no problem.” they said. 

A moment of silence went by.

“You can ask if you want,” Spencer said, seeing Mic’s surprised face she added, “I know most people don't like talking about those the’ve lost but, I like talking about her.”

Mic glanced towards the angel on headstone.

“Ok…who was she?”

Spencers face got a reflective look on it,

“She was my best friend. We got married in a courthouse- we couldn't afford wedding dresses so we just stole our prom dresses…. Neither of our parents agreed to it.” 

Mic watched the old womans face as she paused for a moment, Mic was unsure if she was fighting tears or just trying to remember.

“In fact she had to steal this ring from her mother’s jewelry box, the only guests we had were our friends who stuck with us from highschool.” Spencer giggled fondly, “and her uncle. He owned a tattoo shop and had basically been disowned by his family- except for her. He sat at the back of the hall to make sure our parents wouldn't run in an object. He also gave us the van we lived out of for nine months.”

Spencer looked up at the cloud covered sky as she reminisce,

“We were finally able to buy the farm I live on now, we had no idea it was such a supernatural hot spot of course. The first time we met anyone was during winter, and she greeted them with a shotgun. It was Maple’s older brother.”

“Mark?”

“Yep.”

“Was he in human form?”

“Nope, but he changed back the minute he saw the gun.” Spencer laughed.

“I bet that conversation was awkward at all.” Mic smiled, remembering when they met Maple and Mark, and his surprise when he learned more than just werewolves exist. 

Spencer ran her thumb over her wedding ring, “She was loud and brave, and would fight till the end of time if she could. You should have heard what she said to my parents when I introduced her and they freaked out. She almost punched my dad!”

“We’ll he sounded like a jerk, so I don't blame her.”

Spencer laughed.

“you’d of gotten along with her. Though- she’d probably try to talk you into a less heavy eyeliner look.”

“Yeah- that wouldn't of worked.” Mic smiled down at the headstone. Then he frowned, and started picked at a loose thread in their fingerless gloves. “… sorry you two had to live in such a crappy time.”

Spencer looked at them.

“And with such crappy families too. Neither of you deserve that.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled,

“Actually… after my dad died my mom came and found me.” she started, “she came to apologize, said she didn't want to die angry like my dad did. She’s not burred here- though- she’s with my dad.”

Mic couldn't help their expression from becoming disgruntled as Spencer talked, so they turned away. 

“I remember, when she was in the hospital, she said she’d tell my dad how wrong they were once she died. I wonder if they’ve moved on yet.”

“Heh, im glad she could get over her prejudices…” Mic mumbled, not knowing they were loud enough for Spencer to hear them. “some peoples families cant.”

Spencer looked sympathetically at him, then smiled. 

“Oh- she may have been my mom but she wasnt my family,” spencer said, Mic looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “not till after she apologized anyways.” 

“You know the phrase ‘blood is thicker than water’? It actually started as ‘the blood of the covent is thicker than the water of the womb’, which narrows down to the fact that the family that cares about you is the one that matters, sure- your biological one made you, but the one you make yourself can be just as important.”

Mic looked off to the side as he thought about what she had said. Then smiled. 

Spencer rubbed and blew on her hands, 

“we should get back to the farm before it gets colder, feel like stopping by the donut shop on the way back and getting a tea or coffee?”

Mic nodded, “If they have hot chocolate, then sure.” 

Week 1

[justanothergeneralkrow]

CATHOLIC SCHOOL DRESS CODES SUCK MAJOR FUCKING ASS OOH THAT SHIT PISSES ME OFF AND ESPESCIALLY THE PEOPLE WHO JUSTIFY IT LIKE SHUT YOUR MOUTH BITCH OMG

Tw: transphobia

Cw: cis centric language because Cath School✨✨✨✨✨

Just a cute lil tiny petite rant about smt that pisses me off inspired by my MOTHER pissing me the fuck off by being WRONG and trying to justify her wrong opinion with fucking drag race of all things THAT FUCKING DKGNLDSKJGSND.

I go to a Catholic school and it has really strict rules on dress, hair and nails. For girls its the usual modesty rules they also can't have long nails, wear makeup (in a creative way, if you wear makeup to beautify yourself that's perfectly acceptable), and hair can't cover the face. The rules for boys is very long: no long nails or polish, no earrings or excessive accessorizing, pants can't be cut slim or too baggy, obv no makeup and hair has to be a barber's cut. Though I guess the last rule relaxed over the years cause now it's just advised to have a barber's cut the rule is just: no hair past the brows or touching the ear and the sideburns must be tamed. (Sidenote but the barber's cut looks literally so bad. Like the guys who looked good with it were the guys who already looked handsome and had flat hair. If you had wavy or god forbid curly hair you were walking around school looking like a kid who cut up a clown's wig and put it on their head. Like omg I hate my past pictures so much why'd they do that to us). Anyways all that to say that I have this acquaintance who I talk to very irregularly but I bump into her from time to time in the halls. She transitioned from male to female around the start of high school and for awhile she was allowed to keep her hair long. I guess it helped that it was pandemic times and the rules were very lax then and even I grew my hair out (can't exactly judge someone's moral worth based on aesthetics when you're judging them through a camera screen, you can do it but just not in a timely manner).

Eventually the school transitioned into a hybrid modality where sometimes we'd go to school and sometimes we'd go to school through a computer. She was still allowed to keep her hair, I unfortunately had to cut it (goodbye my sweet locks you served cunt without even much effort) and we still didn't have uniforms the school just told us to wear "respectable" civilian clothes, ew.

Then we went majority face to face classes and even had a prom and they were very strict again about the outfits. (which I will get into exhaustive detail don't you worry BECAUSE THIS IS MY RANT POST AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT). The girl's dresses could not be backless, have a slit higher than the knee, have a bodice lower than the topmost part of the armpit and if the dress did reveal the back it could only reveal as low as an inch or two lower than the top most part of the armpit. Girls were also not allowed to wear suits but we all complained enough that they eventually let them wear suits BUT the suits had to be feminine. Which was very funny to hear come out of our Student Head's mouth cause girlie been rocking that short haircut since I knew her and I have never seen that woman in a skirt.

For boys it had to be a suit, polo and pants. No makeup or nail art as usual. Oh and no crossdressing of course. I was excited to go to prom cause dancing with friends in a party scenario at a bougie fucking place is fun. IT IS VERY FUN. (tho you do have to get through hours of speeches and one really cringey heterosexual dance like omg the fucking cotillion was such trash also the forced dance between the prom king and queen BIG EWWWWWW and they weren't even into it and the prom king was such a basic flop and looked it too. Like there was someone who actually deserved the prom king title and they overlooked him cause he was a fruity flavor and the panel had a couch who wanted to shower his star player with attention, allegedly I do not know if anything I said in the last sentence is true all I know is multiple people said it and multiple people believed it and multiple people think the prom king award was a fucking sham).

So how does this relate to my acquaintance, well she wasn't allowed to wear a dress. Just full stop was told no and had to go to the prom in a suit, the suit was pink but still that's bullshit. Which is honestly so annoying cause no one even followed the dress code (and looked fucking stunnin', gorgeous, show-stopping, cuntalina doing it).

But yeah that was last year and now we're in the "attempting to return to normal with some new stuff" era and it's back to uniforms and the really strict dress code. YAY. They did hair inspections and the head of Student Discipline told me my hair was just a smidge too long and I'm going to be honest it took everything in me not to say the most vile insult I could think of.

The next day I saw that acquaintance of mine with her hood up in a sweater, my first thoughts were: "the hair inspections and dress code are dumb and based on archaic customs that aren't even native to our country but brought over by stinky colonizers" and "is she wearing...a dysphoria hoodie???". I left it alone cause I know how important hair can be to someone, even more so when you're a trans girl desperately trying to be comfortable with the body you were born in and we are not close enough for me to accidentally dig up her trauma.

Following day I find out she did cut her hair and I felt bad but didn't comment much cause I'm not good at being sincere with my and other people's emotions (its a problem and I am doing my best to change). It only annoyed me at first but I know now that slight annoyance was truly just the tip of that emotional iceberg.

When my mom and dad got home, my mom started asking me questions about my day and I complied cause I was in a good mood (which will very quickly dissipate in those next few minutes). It was average storytelling at first, told her about clubs etc. then she mentioned the hair thing and since she still thinks I keep in contact with all my friends in the past asks me about my acquaintance since she's the most visible trans person in our school and I told my mom she was forced to cut her hair and how the grooming rules are dumb.

This mountain of intellectualism looks to me and is like (and I am paraphrasing cause I did not nor will not save space in my brain for this), "well those are the rules boys hair should be short plus it looks better anyway since it looks fresh and clean". I immediately told my mom she was following the rules the school just doesn't respect her enough to apply the right ones and how the Student Discipline head is annoying cause he had the nerve to tell us that the school respects our "gender preference" when the school very much does not and he didn't even use the right words to explain his point.

My mom responded with something like, "Those are the rule and it does look better look at those queens on drag race when they're out of it they look nice and he's not a girl look at his birth certificate." Answered with that classic "her birth record would also say she's 10 pounds" and "don't start with that drag race stuff you know nothing of that art and community, you watched one season and it had a trans woman". She tried to continue reasoning and I remembered the sacred lesson of it not being worth it to educate bigoted or prejudiced people because they're reasons for being that way is non logical and any argument you bring up with only be met with skepticism or strawmen (also this is the same woman who brought up the woman are from venus and men are from mars bullshit in the year of our lord 2023 so I was not going to be her queer educator of the day. fuck that noise) I ditched the convo telling her she's wrong and I do not care what her opinion is on the matter and that my acquaintance is a girl period. Then I started writing this post cause the embers of rage still burn brightly and I am not willing to study and let it go till I finish writing this post.

Oh before I was able to fully leave she brought up how "well his parents were ok with it" and "if they don't like the rules they can go to a different school". Which have very clear obvious arguments: "HER parents may be ok with it, doesn't mean she is" and "You can't just switch schools cause the administration decided transphobia was cute. Switching schools takes time and money and you should know that as a parent stop acting ignorant to support your ignorance" but again I ain't spending more time on her bs so I just went with a catchy:

"The institution should support the individual."

Thank you for coming to Rant post...if you're even here or made it this part. Gift shop is down there somewhere you'll have to scroll for it tho. Also remember to support trans rights , bye bye.

[kaleuh]

Day 44: When was the last time you wore a dress

Right now! Today!

Little known fact about me (Very Known Fact About Me) is that my wardrobe is pretty much all dresses! I have like maybe 3 pairs of pants, 5 if you count pajama pants.

Something I'm excited to do when I move out is do a whole wardrobe reset, though. There's so many dresses I've had for years, dresses I've only worn once, dresses I have worn WAY too much...I can't wait to donate stuff, honestly. I have bridesmaid dresses, prom dresses, my junior prom dress, even. I might sell some of the fancier ones. I don't know how many of you like dresses and are 5"2 petite but if you are I'd be happy to give some away!!

I was actually thinking about some pajamas I have in a drawer the other day and I was like, "Is this something becoming of an almost 30 year-old?" A lot of what I get rid of will be based on that mindset, honestly. Not that I'm trying to make my wardrobe less fun!! Just trying to make it so that the years don't blend together anymore. A dress from when I was 19 was meant for that time period. Now I'm building something new.