#puppy boy jamie for real

[fanficfanattic]

Jamie sticks his tongue out in different modes. The funny one in season 3 while Sam is helping him off the ground. The bratty way after he gets the signal for the first time.

But the out flat pant he does for Keeley’s “down boy” is the same one he gives Roy in the dressing room fight.

I’m just SAYING.

[annwyncallin]

is this roy or keeley speaking (or both??) your choice 🫶🏻

[buckyalpine]

Buttercup

Bucky x Reader

Childhood friends to lovers. Thought of this randomly and I thought it was so cute because imagine chubby baby Bucky in love with his cute little neighbor. Imagine this little boy with his messy mop of brown hair on his head, rosy cheeks, blushing over his friend who he adores so much. He toddles over to her porch, excited over the very important game of hide and seek they had planned for the day.

Y/n, y/l/n, or Buttercup according to him is his favorite person in the whole world besides Stevie. He loves Steve, he knows he does, but Buttercup is different. He gets these little butterflies in that chubby belly of his whenever they play together. He's usually a rambunctious devil but not at all with her. If she wants a tea party, he'll sit with her on her yard with a picnic mat spread out, always sneaking a few cookies from the jar for them to share.

She really likes the swing that hangs on the branch of the tree in front of his house. He'll push her with all his might till she squeals with laughter; a big toothy grin on his face when she says faster Bucky. When she trips over and scrapes her knee, he's dashing to his house to find a band aid, blowing on the cut just like his ma does when he hurts himself, he's so careful with his shaky little hands.

"Tank you Bucky" You say between a sniffle, kissing his cheek without thinking, the both of you innocently blinking at each other before running off and playing again. All Bucky knows is that he wants Buttercup by his side for his whole entire life.

So imagine his joy when he finds out its a possibility.

He's in his nicest buttoned shirt, tucked into his dress pants and polished shoes, hair combed over to the side. He kicks his legs while sitting with his mother, father and sisters, watching one of their family friends recite their vows at the altar. Winnifred already had to place her hand on his leg twice to keep him still, warning him that he had to behave at weddings since it was an important day.

"Why are they getting married?" He asks, wondering what the big deal was if they were in church on a Saturday.

"Because they care about each other Jamie, they'll be happy together forever" She whispers, pulling her squirmy little one onto her lap so he can see better.

“Can me and y/n get married mama?” He asks with large innocent eyes, hopeful she’ll say yes.

“You wanna marry y/n, huh?” She coos, brushing back the strands of soft hair that cover his forehead. “Y’know you’ll have to take care of her baby”

“I know” He nods with confidence, of course he'd always take care of his Buttercup.

“And you’ll have to work real hard" Again he nods, just waiting for her to say yes, maybe he can get married tomorrow! "You gotta love her with all your heart"

"I do mama, I do!"

"Then one day baby boy, one day you can marry her"

"But I wanna marry her now!" Bucky doesn't understand what the issue was, he knew he loved his Buttercup right then and there, why did he have to wait?

"Just wait a little while okay? My sweet little boy" Winifred laughed at her baby's fallen face, kissing his flushed cheek. "Before you know it, it'll be your turn"

Patience wasn't Bucky's strong suit but if it meant he'd be with you, he'd wait as long as he had to. He sat on the soft grass with you under the shade of a tree, sipping on a cup of lemonade your mom had brought out for you both.

“I wanna marry you” he pouts, "But mama says I have to wait and dad said I gotta ask p'mission first"

"Then we can be best f'wends forever?" You ask excitedly and he grins in response.

"F'wends forever"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Now I thought about stopping this fic here but....

Some may have thought that eventually his puppy love lose its fire but no. His crush doesn't ever die down. Not when he nicks a flower from his mothers prized garden when you turn 5. Not when he gives you his favorite brown bear for Christmas. Not when he saves up all his allowance to buy you your first porcelain doll for your 10th birthday. It just grows and grow until he stands before you, wiping the tear that slips down your cheek when he comes to say good bye before going off to the army.

“One day m’gonna marry you doll" He whispers, doing his best to blink back his own tears while you sniffle against his chest.

"You promise?" You ask him with the same innocent doe eyes you had when you were little,

"I promise" He hugs you tighter, not wanting to let you go, the both of you spending the afternoon under the same shady tree. His mothers ring is kept safely in a box, tucked away in his room. He'd spoken to your father in private as soon as you'd both turned 18, not wanting to waste a second. All he had to do was return, safe and sound to his Buttercup.

Bucky goes through hell, sees the worst things imaginable, some days he struggles to keep his eyes open, cuts and wounds littering his battered body. However, when he closes his eyes and thinks about her smile, the way he'd get butterflies when she giggles, he knows he has to survive and come home. It doesn't matter how hard it is to keep going now because one day it'll all be worth it.

Which is why he practically runs home once the war is over, zipping in and out of his house and up to the porch next door, panting with flushed cheeks. He hears shuffling on the other side, his heart beating erratically while clutching onto the ring, the knob clicking open.

"Buttercup?"

"Jamie!" You gasp, tears running down your face in no time as you throw your arms around him, your feet lifting off the ground as he spins you. "You're back!"

"I promised you doll" He presses his forehead against yours before sinking down on one knee, smiling up at you while you choke back a sob, his hand holding onto yours.

"Buttercup, will you-

"Yes, Jamie yes!!" You nod frantically, while he happily slips the ring onto your finger before kissing you deeply, only pulling away to breathe. He doesn't give you long, pulling you back for more, his tongue laced with yours, unbothered that you're both on the porch, most of the neighbor watching quietly with steamy eyes.

Honestly, imagine how emotional everyone would be seeing the handsome soldier with his beautiful sweet bride up at the altar, going rom little babies to children to two souls that were meant to be together from the start. So cute.

[bellarkeselection]

Don’t You Have Anything Better To Do

Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Rip and I stood underneath the Yellowstone barn door where he had his hands on my waist with my arms around his neck while we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Breaking the kiss I tilted my head towards the bunkhouse hearing the bunkhouse roaring with laughter. “What do you think those boys are doing at four in the morning?”

“Nothing good I imagine. This is when they act like dumbasses. Let’s go investigate.” He nodded looping his arm through mine while we walked towards the bunkhouse.

Opening the door we walked in on the cowboys and Jamie drinking and spinning on a baseball bat. Colby stopped spinning before he ran jumping away from the rope but Jake wrapped the rope around his foot making him land on the floor. “Don’t you boys need to be sleeping?” I put my hands on my hip eyeing the group.

“There’s the newlywed Wheelers. Care for a beer Y/n Wheeler?” Ryan raises up his beer reaching into the fridge holding one out for me.

Rip tilted his head at his offer when Jimmy asked. “Wait what time is it?”

“Jimmy it’s four in the fucking morning. Now what are you dumb asses doing?” My husband asked when I removed my arm from his taking the beer from Ryan and doing almost half of it.

Jake eyed me swinging the rope in my direction. “So are we expecting a mini Rip in the future?”

“Oh I don’t know about that. My daddy would be happy to have more grand babies I know that for a fact.” Shrugging my shoulders I noticed the x mark on the floor, kicking it with the tip of my boot. “What exactly were y’all doing with this?”

“Ya stand on the x and spin around three times. Then run and we try and rope your ass down on the ground. Do you want to give it a go?” Walker suggested nudging me as he walked past me to get another beer.

Rip crossed his arms over his chest sending me a light concerned look that only I would see in his brown eyes. “Even though she’d kick all your asses. I don’t think Y/n has to prove anything to you.”

“Fine let’s change the subject then. Do you ride her like a bull?” Ryan teased Rip where I swore he might get into a fight with him over it.

Rip stomped up until I got in between the pair trying to ignore the fact that they were asking about our romantic envolvment before we had been married. “You want me to prove something fine I will. Just warning ya my sister says she’s a beer. Well I’m a buffalo.”

“Woah I think we found out who the real boss is behind closed doors.” Colby smirked leaning back in one of the chairs at the round table.

Downing the rest of my beer I threw it on the ground taking the bat calling out to Rip. “Rip, let’s prove them wrong right. I bet that I can do this hood and you can rope me with your eyes closed.”

“Y/n, let’s not entertain the idiots.” Rip shook his head no not wanting me to get hurt.

Lloyd sat his hat down on the table. “That’s something I’d rather like to see.”

“Look we can either watch you herd her like cattle or we can talk about you sleeping with her.” Jake shrugs handing my husband the rope moving out of the way.

Rip moved his gaze back toward his wife seeing her give him those puppy dog eyes that he could never say no too. He walked forward over to his bosses daughter who was now his wife tuckings hair behind her ear. “Fine but if you get hurt I’m making them go to clean the barn after this from top to bottom.”

“I’ll be fine, baby…Ryan hold this.” Removing my light brown hat from my head tossing it at his face he almost dropped it onto the floor and fell out of his chair.

Placing my hands around the handle of the baseball bat I did three spins before I drew my head up and started running in the opposite direction of my husband. Rip followed the rules and shut his eyes slowly swinging the rope around giving me time to get some distance away from me. He then throws the rope and it tightened around my waist yet instead of getting thrown to the ground I squealed when he spun me back into his arms. “Woah hey there cowboy.”

“What do you say we leave these boys and finish this night alone together.” Rip smiled down at me with him holding me against his chest but he had me dipped down to the floor slightly.

Gripping the fabric of his black jacket I whispered up at him pouring my heart into his deep brown eyes. “Hmm some beer and time with you is the best ending to this night I could ask for.”

Rip and I started learning forward about to kiss until Jimmy asked nervously. “Are you two going to kiss…do we need to like give you the room or something?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do!” Rip growled tugging me up to stand on my feet laying my head on his chest.

Lloyd put his hands behind his head smiling. “Not at the moment boss.”

“Hey let’s go. I’ll take that.” Leading Rip by the hand that was intertwined with mine I reached over snatching my hat back from Ryan’s hands. Placing it on my head we exited the bunkhouse hearing the boys making kissing sounds when we shut the door in their faces.

Rip finally kisses me on the lips again when I pressed my body against his, gripping his shoulders underneath my fingertips. “I think it’s time we go to bed, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“You were right that they are dumb asses. But I am tired now so let’s go to sleep, Mr. Wheeler.” Sending him a grin I squeezed his hand in mine with us walking back to the house that my father has given him.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[fanficfanattic]

Roy should have scruffed Jamie his second day and then started socialization training on his third.

this is the man that had s1 Roy Kent shaking in his boots with rage? this 2 foot tall puppy? this literal baby? lol ok kent

[vole-mon-amour]

3x09, part 5.

Crying.

IDK but something about Brendan shipping Roy and Jamie and calling them 'the best couple' in an interview all while playing Beard like THAT? It brings character and makes me feel things. He's such a proud inclusive dad. I love this show so much & I'm not ready for this to be the last season ;_;

Also, from an interview with Hannah and Juno, for s2, when Juno said that Jason texted her and told her that he "had something very important/personal' to him and that he'd love for Juno to take a look at it. I can't get over Jason's personality, at least what he seems to be, especially comparing to his ex that cheated on him & the things she herself creates. The differences between them and how it shows!

I think we are absolutely blessed with this show. I love it, despite any possible hiccups. I just love it.

"Captain, count us off."

The look Ted and Jamie share. <3 When is Ted adopting Jamie? Bc Jamie looking up to him like that, definitely a good friend and a father figure. Can't stop thinking about "Way to make that extra pass" and their entire storyline. Also, the fact that the cast said that Phil has puppy eyes and that if anyone is able to convince the writers of something, it's probably Phil. There's so much going on here. Also, Ted being proud of Jamie's "the sky is your limit", for letting Sam do it. I— Do you feel me? Do you???

The best show ever. Crying happy tears. I'm not sure, but it does feel like that moment Phil talked about, "not only the characters, but also the actors feeling ..." I forgot the word he used, sensitive? Vulnerable? But yeah. The feeling of sharing something big together. This love.

I see what they did there & I'll gladly allow it. Colin gets it. When is it going to be revealed (again and louder) that Jamie is bi? Wheeennnn???

Also, Trent's book is gonna be AMAZING. I'd read that.

Colin telling Jamie that he loves him "so much" :')))))) The fact that these two are friends in the show AND irl. I love seeing it.

I need gifs of this wonderful boy.

The real stars of this show.

Almost there, Nathan. Can't wait for this storyline with Rupert to end. Nathan really should have gone with the guys when offered or just go hangout with Jade.

I ship them, your honor. The idea of Trent pining, and pining, and getting to spend so much time with Ted without saying anything more than platonic. *sigh* Yeah, this does things to me. I hope that book is worth it.

[deadroads]

hello dash today i bring u a delightful jamie tartt nsfw headcanon…heavy on the implied royjamie…i’ve seen a decent handful of fic and an assortment of hcs ab jamie being a pain puppy/masochist sub but i am going to be so real with all of u…with all of those daddy issues and that very interesting momma’s boy complex jamie has going on i find it very unlikely that he’s super into pain and degradation.

don’t get me wrong like, i’m sure if the setting is right and he’s with a partner he trusts wholeheartedly (roy……) he could be into a bit of punishment play. like he’s such a fucking brat i’m sure he loves having his ass spanked cherry red. w that being said? baby has the biggest praise kink known to man, i fear. he loves being treated like a fucking princess in bed, being taken care of and just absolutely lavished with affection. he’s also such a people pleaser, when he’s not being an obnoxious brat i just knowww he’s doing anything and everything to please his partner (re: giving roy mad brain LMAO)

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 3

Part 1 | part 2 | Part 4

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Sirius hasn't had this much fun in his entire life.

Really, if he knew getting a tongue piercing would mess with his Jamie as much as it did, he would have done it way back in fifth year. Watching him squirm is just too hilarious.

And cute as fuck.

He grins at last night's memory of James stomping into their dorm with the most adorable flaming red blush painted over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, only to freeze at the sight of Sirius, twist on his heel and stomp back out, blushing even darker.

To think all he had been doing was lounging in his bed with a book.

"You're going to give him an aneurysm," Remus mutters next to him, sounding for all the world like he is weary of Sirius, but Sirius knows better; Remus is enjoying this just as much as he is.

"Shut up, Moons," he says airily, and watches James appear at the doors to the Great Hall. His eyes follow the other boy as he strides towards Lily and dramatically plops himself down between her and Marlene, making her roll her eyes with a grin on her face even as she pops a treacle tart into her mouth.

James is wearing flared jeans and an oversized powder blue sweater whose sleeves reach all the way to his fingertips, and Sirius is pleased to see the pearl earrings he gave him for Gudi Padwa earlier this year. His hair is extra messy today, and the bold line of kajal can be seen clearly even from across the room. Sirius isn't close enough to see his eyes, but he knows that the kajal brings out the green and gold specks in the brown.

James has the most ridiculously pretty eyes, Sirius thinks, all large and almond shaped and Bambi-like. One would think Sirius, being the dog animagus, would have the puppy eyes. Yes well, his puppy eyes haven't got shit on James' doe eyes. Which is even more ridiculous when you consider that James is tall and has toned, lean muscles from hours of throwing Quaffles around.

Someone that hot shouldn't have the ability to be so cute. It's just not done.

Remus sighs in exasperation and shuts his Defence textbook with a snap to give Sirius an annoyed look that both of them know is an act.

"Both of you," he announces with the most exaggerated air of importance like he is the second coming of Myrddin, "are ridiculous as fuck. Ask him out already, shit's sake!"

Sirius snickers. "But this is so much more fun, Moony," he drawls, and the other boy gives him a flat, unimpressed glare. Okay, that one is real.

Sirius sighs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, look, how about this? When we go down to Hogsmeade today, you get Pete, Lily and Marls to clear off. Je vais lui demander."

Remus gives him a long glance, then nods briskly. "Will do, Pads."

"Thanks Remi, you're a darling."

"Save your flirting for Prongs."

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When Sirius bounds down the stairs three at a time come ten o'clock, James is waiting for him with a small grin, fingers playing with his sweater paws and a dark blue knit scarf around his neck. He is alone. Sirius grins back and shoves one hand into his pockets while holding the other out for James to take.

"The others left early," James says as he slides his warm hand into Sirius', and Sirius notes with delight the light pink dusting itself over James' cheeks. "Lily dragged Remus, Marlene went with that Ravenclaw girl— Vera? Yeah Vera. Pete said he wanted a little time alone without our chaos."

Sirius chuckles and slides their palms so they can intertwine their fingers, and takes a great amount of pleasure in the way James ducks his head down shyly, lips pulling into a small grin.

"I'm starting to think Peter doesn't like us anymore," he jokes as they start making their way towards the front doors of the castle. James snorts and laughs, and it is the most gorgeous thing Sirius has ever seen; his pretty eyes crinkle at the corners and his plump lips pull back to show sparkling white teeth, and he steps closer to Sirius to playfully knock their shoulders together.

"Careful, there," James says with a lopsided grin, "that might just come true."

Sirius laughs, then winks at Filch when they pass him. James buries his head into Sirius' shoulder to muffle his giggle when the old caretaker glares at them, and Sirius feels like he is on a cloud. James' hand is warm and slightly sweaty, a stark contrast against the November chill that has settled over the castle and it's surroundings, and he looks so cozy when he pulls up the scarf to cover his mouth and nose that Sirius can't help it.

He leans down to press a kiss to James' forehead.

Immediately, deep pink blooms in a band across his cheekbones, and he blinks at Sirius with slight confusion.

Sirius winks. "You just look too cute, mon beau," he says in way of explanation, and James grins under that scarf; Sirius can tell because he knows James the way he knows his own palm, because he knows James better than he knows himself.

"On y va," he says, not giving him a chance to reply before he is tugging on their joined hands, "We'll go to Tomes And Scrolls, and you can buy books."

James, giant bookworm that he is, lights up like a lumos maxima and suddenly Sirius is the one being dragged down the little cobblestone path.

Sirius grins at the back of his head and he knows full well that he looks besotted as all hell, but cannot bring himself to care.

It's James.

He can't help being besotted.

They arrive at Tomes And Scrolls before Sirius realises it, and James lets go of his hand to bound excitedly over to the Arithmancy section, a bright smile on his face when he pushes the scarf down.

"Si, look," he gasps, pulling out thick, large textbooks and bound research papers like they weigh nothing, "they have works by Charuta Deokar!"

Sirius leans his shoulder against the shelf frame and stares at the gleam in his hazel eyes with a helpless heart and a soft smile; Gods, what he wouldn't do to keep that sort of look on James' face for all their lives.

He just looks so happy, like Sirius has just handed him the one thing he desires most in his life.

Sirius snorts.

They are in a book store. Sirius has done exactly that.

He does not say a single word; he simply follows James around as the other boy pulls out book after book and piles them into Sirius' arms, chattering a mile a minute with a blinding smile on his face with his hands flying everywhere. He holds the books, answers when he is asked a question, points out more books when he thinks James will like them, and most importantly, he doesn't take his eyes off of James' handsome face.

I am so fucking smitten, he thinks.

When James is done, it's nearly two o clock, and they have been in the bookstore for almost three hours.

"Sorry," James tries to say when Sirius' stomach gives a particularly loud gurgle, but he cuts him off with a fond shake of his head.

"Nope," he says. "I had fun. We should do this more often."

Funny thing is, he means it. He may not love reading as much as James does, but he does enjoy it, and he can never be tired of looking at his face. Never.

James gives him a skeptical look, and he grins. "I mean it, mon beau," he winks, "you look way too adorable when you talk about books, and I got to stare at your pretty face for three hours while you got to pick out books. Win-win, I say."

And that red flush is back. James averts his gaze to the side with a small smile on his face, and Sirius feels a smile of his own pull at his lips. His arms are aching from holding heavy books and he is starving for a good meal, but he thinks– no, he knows– that that smile is absolutely worth it.

They drop a dozen books onto the counter, and Sirius glares at James when tries to pay. "Jamie, put away the card," he complains. "I brought you to the shop, I pay."

"But—"

"No buts, ands or ifs," he cuts in, but James gives him a stubborn look.

"They're my books," he points out with a raised eyebrow.

Sirius nods in agreement. "And I brought you here. Shut up and put your card away, petite biche."

Little doe.

That nickname always works, and it doesn't disappoint this time. James flushes dark red and reluctantly slips the crystal Gringotts card back into his wallet with a small pout, and glares at Sirius when he grins triumphantly and hands his own card over to the cashier, who is smiling at them like she knows they're on a date.

The total amount racks up to 72 galleons, and they walk out of the shop with three bags on one of Sirius' arms, and James gripping his other arm and the handle of the fourth bag with a glare on his face that both of them know is fake.

The bright red cheeks kind of give him away. And the slight pleased upturn to the corner of his lips.

Sirius gives him a smug grin, and James sighs in exasperation.

"Let's just go," he mutters.

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[alexandersimpleton]

Together

AlexanderSimpleton

Summary:

Freddy comfort fic because he needs one

Gwen shot up in her bed.

She was awake. She was actually awake!

She looked around to see who woke her up, but nobody was there. She was alone in her room. And bleeding. Crap. That was a lot of blood.

She looked around her, and saw the thorns she had just emerged from, along with some very panicked birds flying around her.

She figured she should go outside. Her family would probably have bandages. And, after she got healed up, she could make things up with Frederick. She might've not had.. the most healthy relationship before, but it could get better. Unless Frederick was pretending the whole time like Lance said...

Whatever! She'd burn that bridge when she got to it! Now was the time to make sure she didn't die!

Gwen pulled her legs close to her chest so as to minimize the damage, and slowly moved them towards the floor. She told up, and she ran out the door.

As she emerged, there was the real world equivalent of a record brake.

The girl looked around. There were Maria and Lorena tied up, Leland and his eldest two sons, the CPC, Frederick huddled up in a carriage that had been run through the wall, many, many soldiers, Jamie, and Leopold, all that appear to have been fighting each other, but were now staring directly at Gwen.

They kind of just looked at each other flabbergasted for a moment, before Maria, Jamie and Lorena all ran up to Gwen, getting in a group hug and crying in relief

"GWEEEEEEEEN WE MISSED YOU" they all screamed in unison. You'd think they were being dramatic, but that's just how Gwen's siblings cried.

Gwen smiled in relief to finally have her siblings back. She missed them.

And then she looked back at the crowd.

Everyone else was just standing there, awkwardly staring at each other. That was, except Frederick, who was still staring at Gwen. His eyes were practically shining with shock and relief, and literally shining with tears. But they felt like they were missing something else. Something she couldn't quite place.

After a while, the siblings broke off their hug, which Gwen hadn't even realized her sisters had been tied up for the duration of. They also saw the extreme awkwardness of the scene, and Lorena snorted.

"Uhmmmmm..." Leland broke the silence. Gwen's siblings glared at him.

"H-hey. What did Leland do to you?"

The pastel siblings slowly turned to look at Gwen like she had just thrown a puppy in the ocean.

"Hehe. You missed a lot." Frederick said from the carriage. Lorena, Maria and Jamie all turned their heads to glare at the boy harder than they were glaring at Leland. He shrunk back almost immediately.

But, When he said it, Gwen noticed something about his tone. He looked worn. His laughed was wet, like he had been crying. His eyes looked empty, like all that hopeful light had been ripped out of him. And he looked like he would really benefit from some hot coco and a warm blanket. But, the CPC would have taken care of that. She saw how they reacted when Frederick called her ugly. Surely they would have helped, at least a little bit. Right?

One of Leland's guards grabbed the girl's wrist while she wasn't paying attention. It was immediately smacked by a broom from Curtis.

"Gwen!" Prez called out. "Get in the carriage!"

"Huh!?" She responded "I don't know what's going on, but I wasn't to help!"

"You're helping by being in the carriage." Frederick weakly cried out. She could barely hear him. "Unless you have some hidden fighting talent we don't know about, staying on the battle field would pose more risk to your safety that it would actual help. If you stay somewhere safe, nobody has to go out of their way to protect you. That's why I'm here."

Frederick's argument seemingly convinced Gwen, and she begrudgingly moved to the carriage.

As she got in the front, next to Frederick, he curled up a little. Gwen was about to ask why, when she heard him muttering frantic apologies under his breath.

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry" he said over and over.

Gwen reached over and touched his arm lightly.

Frederick flinched violently and scooted away.

"I'm sorry Gwen! I didn't think you'd hear, and I was really frustrated, and I didn't think you'd be hurt that much! I was just an idiot! A stupid.. an idiotic loser!

The way he said the loser felt like it had more weight to it than other things he said. The way he looked away from her seemed familiar. While she was gone...

"Did someone.. say something to you?" Gwen asked, a slight bit of horror in her voice.

Frederick's eyes widened. Bingo.

"I- uh-"

Gwen held his hand. "You can tell me. Just if you want though."

Frederick hesitated. "After we got home, after that gala, father was.. mad, to say the least. I don't know what he did to Blaine and Lance, but the first thing he did was grab my wrist and carry me down some secret passageway into..." Frederick flinched a slight bit, and Gwen squeezed his hand harder. "Into.." his voice was barely legible over the righting outside. "A dungeon. He just tossed me in. For what it think was around half a month. It was hard to tell. The only real light I got was a skylight at the very top. And I couldn't ask anyone, because nobody ever came to visit."

Gwen has a question, and she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to. "If nobody came to your dungeon, than how did you get food or water?"

Frederick tensed up, and he clutched the bottom of his seat with his hand. "I.. let's just say there are less rats in that dungeon now..." The boy looked away, and giggled a little, as if he really didn't want to say that.

Gwen took notice now, that he looked a bit smaller, his skin was incredibly pale.

"Have you caught anything Frederick!? Rats carry tons of diseases! Should we take you to the doctor!?"

"Eh!" Frederick's eyes shot open in alarm. "I don't think so, but I probably should go to a doctor now that I think about it.." the boy gave her that awkward chuckle again. Like he'd rather be litterally ANYWHERE else.

"But anyways!" The boy interrupted himself. "Father and Blaine and Lance finally came! I was so relieved to see them! I thought that they'd finally let me out. But.. they just told me that.. everything had been a lie..."

"What!?" Gwen didn't know this! There had to have been something there with her sisters!

"They said that it had all only been for power, and that father had some kind of plan that wasn't worth telling me."

That wasn't worth telling me part struck Gwen the wrong way.

"Of course. I didn't think that was possible. I saw them. Blaine was talking about how he loved Maria. And at the very least, I thought Lance loved Lorena. He was practically swooning over her, both at you castle, and at home." Frederick smiled, refecting back on the memories of watching his brother hug the flowers Lorena had grown for him. But his smile dropped as fast as it had come. "I- tried to say it, but Blaine- Blaine said.."

Gwen waited patiently for Frederick to get it out.

"I... Still remember it. Word for word. 'Shut up Frederick! How do you know what was real or not? You think I wanted to waste all my time pretending to like you? That was the hardest part of this whole act! Holding your hand though ever stupid step.." Frederick began looking past her, his worn eyes shining once again. Not like the sun that they shined like when he talked about his favorite stories though. More like a wilted flower with glossy varnish painted on top. "..saving you from constantly sabotaging everything.." they shone not like the oceans they shined like when he was baking with her, but like a long dean fish, with the sunlight on it's scales. "..and propping you up with baseless confidence, so you felt like a true plaid prince.. did you actually think we felt that way about you?" They shone, not like freshly fallen snow, but of a snowman about to melt into the grass, the sun's rays reflecting off it. "Of course not, Frederick. You're a Loser. And if there's one good things that came out of the disaster you caused, it's that there's no question left who belongs at the top and who should stay on the very bottom." His eyes shone with tears.

Gwen squeezed his hand, and he snapped back to reality.

"O- Oh! Uhm.. They said something about soldiers being here, and they left. I managed to get out with Laverne's help, and we made it to the CPC to warn them. When I got there, I was hoping that maybe they'd be there, when nobody else was. That maybe they'd, I don't know, give me a hug, and reassure me, like it seems like they did with you. But.. they kind of just ignored me." Frederick looked back and saw that Gwen had an oddly.. offended look on her face? Frederick didn't understand why. "I tried to warn them, but nobody really listened. I tried to tell them what happened, too. Two of them were talking to me when I told them. I think their names were.. Syrah and Monika. I hope I'm getting that right. I told them what my brothers said."

Frederick paused for a moment. "They said that it was ridiculous."

Gwen clutched her nightgown hard, paying no mind to the thorns still stuck on it.

"They said that they knew he liked me, and that I was probably just misinterpreting what they said. They didn't even care to ask... I had thought that maybe, this wasn't okay. Maybe love was happier than I thought it was. Maybe love could be like when I'm around you, or around Whitney. Maybe my family were just jerks. They never really liked me, after all. But, now that the CPC said it... They helped you so much. They know about this stuff, they know about all this self worth stuff that I've never been taught. So, now that the CPC says I'm being dramatic... Well, that hope is dead now. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm an insignificant, worthless, meaningless, idiotic loser-"

Gwen hugged Frederick. She hugged him as hard as she could. She squeezed him until her arms were going to give out.

The tears started flowing before Frederick could even process what was going on. He wrapped his arms back around Gwen, reciprocating the tightness of the hug. He cried into the top of her head. She smelled like pastries.

They stayed like that for a while, just hugging, until Frederick broke it up. As he did, Gwen said something to him. "You are not a loser, Frederick." She said it with conviction, a certainty that he hadn't seen out of her before.

Frederick nodded, and gave a small smile. It exposed a bit of his teeth, which were still bloody from... Oh God.

The weight of what had really happened to him sank in for Gwen at just that moment.

"Can I... Tell the club?"

"But I already told the club."

"Well I don't think it sank in for them." Gwen said through gritted teeth. She seemed angry. Was Frederick doing something wrong?

"Sorry." He said on impulse.

"No! You didn't do anything wrong. I'm angry at the CPC, not you."

Frederick nodded again.

"Can I tell them?"

"What?"

"Can I tell them... what happened?"

After a little bit of hesitation, Frederick said yes.

Gwen looked out over the crowd, only to realize that fighting was begining to come to a halt. Oddly, Blaine and Lance had joined the CPC's side. They watched a little longer, and eventually, Leland's forces got ran out. Blaine and Lance had a good hug and a cry, while Gwen walked towards the CPC looking very peeved.

As she left, Frederick noticed something where she was sitting. Was that a bloodstain!?

"Were you bleeding that whole time!?" Frederick exclaimed in surprise. The club looked over to Gwen, only to realize that she was, indeed, bleeding.

The club and Gwen's family fretted over her (now scabbed over) cuts, but Gwen still had the CPC to confront. They came to a compromise where Gwen would confront them while they made sure she didn't die.

Eventually, Gwen and Prez came back to the carriage. Frederick was about to ask how it went, when Prez picked him up and hugged him tightly. The hug was rather short though, as she place him back on the seat.

Gwen recognized the expression she had as the lecture face, but before she could start, another girl, Abbi, dragged Blaine and Lance over by their arms. They looked like they very much did NOT want to be there, but not in the way Frederick thought they would. They didn't look like they didn't care. They looked like they really cared. Frederick figured that was what he looked like when his and Gwen's conversation started.

The boys looked at Frederick, like he was going to explode in their faces. Neither of them would have blamed him. But, that explosion never came. He just looked away.

Somehow that made them feel worse.

Eventually, the two broke the silence. They both said "I'm sorry" at the same time, seemingly on accident. They also both bowed, down on one knee. Frederick felt like he was on a throne, looking down on them like this.

In the plaid royal family, a bow like that was an admission of wrongness or guilt. It was essentially saying "I was wrong, you were right", or "I screwed up, please forgive me".

"What I said... It was horrible. I thought it would keep you safe from father but.. clearly it didn't. It just made everything worse."

Lance nodded in agreement. He didn't actually have anything direct to apologize for, but that doesn't change that he was a jerk to Frederick.

"And, not only that. How I treated you before that as well."

Frederick looked up in surprise. Blaine hadn't done anything to him.

"I frankly treated you like garbage. Judging by your expression, not even you realized how cruel I really was. I always disregarded you, and disrespected you. I always found a way to make the conversation about me, and I berated you, and heck, I even beat you on occasion! I really thought that was okay. I thought that I was the center of the universe, and that I was the only one who mattered. It was shameful really. But seeing all this... Seeing how these princesses love each other so much, seeing the CPC supporting each other, and seeing the horrible things that father- no, Leland was doing, and seeing how much I hurt you.. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I'd understand if you never wanted to see me again."

Frederick smiled. He felt bad for it, of course. Blaine was being so vulnerable in front of him and he was smiling. But, he just felt so.. validated. Knowing now that he wasn't being dramatic, that there was a reason that he was feeling the things he did.. it felt so satisfying, like a weight being lifted off his chest.

Blaine waited for a response. He didn't know how Frederick would react.

Frederick.. honestly didn't know. He loved his brother, and it seemed clear he was trying to change, but he was just.. so exhausted right now.

Prez saw his conflicted look, and she walked closer. Frederick quietly told her about his conflicted feelings, and she suggested something. The conversation was so quiet that nobody else could hear. Frederick nodded. Prez nodded back.

Frederick told the boy "Maybe.. we should stay away from each other. Only for a little while, like a month, or maybe even a week. I want you around Blaine, but I just need to e to.. process this, I guess?"

Blaine nodded. "Thank you. For being so forgiving, I mean. I really do hope I can get better about my treatment of you. You deserve a good brother." Blaine walked, a small smile on his face. Frederick saw him walking back to Whitney. He supposed he shouldn't be that surprised. When Frederick thought about it, he figured they'd get along. Lance was about to walk away with his brother when he gave Frederick a tight hug.

Lance whispered in his ear "I saw your little 'conversation' with Gwen earlier. Don't expect to be free of torment next month." Frederick let out a sound of surprise, and blushed. "But seriously. I'm really happy that you're happy with her. I am so glad you found some people who love you like you deserve little bro."

Before Frederick could respond, Lance put him back down, and he moved on with his brother.

It was getting really late. Frederick figured he should probably resolve things with Gwen's siblings while he was here. He walked up to the girls + Jamie, who all glared, but softer.

Maria rushed up to him "Look, we saw all of that, and it's clear you love her now, but what you did was very, very bad, and if you ever do it again than-" she made a hissing sound with her teeth, while dragging the nail of her thumb across her neck.

Frederick got the message.

The boy walked back to the center of the castle, meeting both of his brothers.

That was when the two older ones realized.

They should have thought this through.

"Do we.. have to go back there?" Blaine took a step back as he said it, and Lance jolted up in surprised fear, like he'd just realized.

All three boys started internally panicking.

That was, until one more person walked into the room. Her name was Isolde.

"Mother!?" All three plaid princes called out at once. She had come with several guards.

"Isolde?" Jamie walked up to her. "You said you had something else to get done. Is it done now?"

Isolde nodded

"What was it?" Jamie asked

"I staged a revolution." Isolde responded, casually

So casual in fact, that it took most everyone in the room a couple seconds to register her words.

They seeming all voiced them at the same time though.

"What!? How!?"

"Well, I had this little project going for a while. We figured either he'd win, and come in from outside the kingdom with less troops, and cargo that he has to keep from running away, or he could lose and come back with very minimal troops. Either way, we could use the home turf advantage and Leland's army's weakened state to take them off guard, so we defeated them, and I'm currently the solo queen. Any questions?"

Lance, along with many others, didn't comprehend a single word of that.

Blaine unconsciously muttered "So that's where Frederick get's his leader skills from."

He did ask an actual question though.

"Uhm... What.. happened to fath- Leland?"

"Oh, he's in prison."

"Mother ex machina" Frederick muttered under his breath.

Both brothers looked at him.

Frederick blushed furiously. Normally he doesn't just spout book references like that! What was wrong with him today!

"So, it seems you boys have finally switched sides?" Isolde asked

Blaine and Lance nodded

"I was always on this side." Frederick said.

"Good." Their mother told them. "I did not want to lock my own son's in prison."

"But, now that he's gone, do you boys want to come back with me?" Isolde asked. Blaine and Lance nodded instantaneously. Frederick was more iffy.

"Them and Frederick have got something worked out." Prez said

Blaine nodded. "Our relationship,even before this wasn't very good, so we've agreed to not see each other for around a month. Just so that we each have time to rest."

Isolde listened carefully.

"But then where would you live Frederick?" The woman asked.

Like, half of the CPC that had come possessively clinged onto Frederick.

"With the Cursed Princess Club? I understand"

The entire club looked surprised.

"What, you think I didn't figure out your club by now? I just didn't care to say anything." The woman turned away "But if you ever do anything like when you met him to my son again, I will personally see to it that your club is disbanded."

The entire club nodded. Or well, the half of the club that was clinging to Frederick. The other half was gone. Where did they go?

Isolde and her eldest sons left, each giving a wave as the did. It was getting late.

"Welp!" Prez said. "Curtis should have a carriage prepared by now." Prez walked out the side door, leading the club, and Frederick. Gwen also followed her by instinct, but Maria grabbed her.

"Gwen?" Jamie asked

"Look I-" Gwen made sure Frederick was out the door "Frederick has been through a lot in the last few weeks. He just.. needs me there for him right now."

Jamie seemingly got it, making Maria let go of Gwen's hand.

"Okay, but if anyone does anything to you, tell us, so we can kill them."

Gwen giggled. "Okay."

Gwen walked out the side door, and got in the carriage next to Frederick. Syrah had told Curtis to 'accidentally' get one to small so everyone was squished next to each other, forcing Frederick to be next to Gwen. In vengeance Frederick had forced Syrah to be next to Saffron.

On the bumpy ride home, they talked. Apparently Syrah and Monika had to come to daily lectures for a week. After hearing how they effected Frederick, they decided that they got off easy and took it

While everyone else was talking to each other, Frederick took the chance to ask Gwen "How much did you tell them?"

"Just what I had to. I said that Blaine said something horrible and Leland locked you in a dungeon. That's it."

Frederick smiled at her. "Thanks."

They eventually made it back to a bunch of pillow forts and books scattered everywhere.

"Surprise!"

So that's where the rest of the CPC went.

It was like a book fair at school. There were bookshelves all over, with pillows in between. There were cutouts of dragons and knights and sailors and pirate ships.

Curtis had thought it might be rather childish, but Frederick's eyes shone like diamonds when he saw it. He looked at Prez, as if asking for permission, before running in like a child at a candy store.

He looked on the shelves, and ALL his favorites were there. Did the CPC have a supernatural book sense or something!? (It was less a sixth sense and more Curtis stopping their mother on her way in, but Freddy didn't need to know that.)

Curtis had made hot coco, and most of the CPC members grabbed a mug, and some sprinkled marshmallows in as well. Frederick had the most in his mug.

He was grinning like a child, looking through the wooden shelves. That's when Prez noticed something odd on his teeth.

"Hey kiddo, is that blood?" Prez moved closer to inspect his teeth, and there were indeed blood stains.

The boy blushed. He tried to explain, but Prez was still opening his mouth.

The woman let go, and Frederick started talking.

"When Gwen told you about.. the last two weeks, she told you about that dungeon, right?"

Prez nodded.

"Well, nobody really came down there. And I mean nobody. So, I didn't really get food or water or anything."

Prez didn't like where this was going.

"But, I needed food to live. And.. uh..." Frederick covered his eyes. He didn't want to see Prez's expression. "There were a lot of.. rats down there, and.. uhmm... Y'know..." Frederick trailed off, but Prez got the point.

She grabbed the boy, and she pulled him inside, where Curtis was.

"Curtis, I figured out why he's so pale." Prez said. Across the counter was Curtis. "It turns out he's been surviving off of rats for the past half a month."

Curtis froze.

He immediately started getting out ingredients. Flour, sugar, etc.

Prez took the boy to the bathroom next.

"We keep extra toothbrushes. Here, I don't think anyone in the club uses this shade of green."

Frederick took the toothbrush and toothpaste, and stated wordlessly brushing. It felt good, so good, to get all of that rat hair and meat out of his teeth.

He walked outside the bathroom, seeing Curtis and Gwen mixing something or other. He waved at them, and they waved back, before he continued outside.

When he got there, a couple of the members had actually gotten into the books. His eyes were glittering less light a diamond now and more like a flashlight.

He saw Monika laying on the floor reading a visual novel.

He crouched down, and started discussing the book with her. He had come up with so many theories about it, both when he was a kid, and as he grew older. It was nice to have a second opinion.

After a while of that, Gwen and Curtis came out of the kitchen with some trays. They were stacked to the brim wíth cinnamon rolls with a honey glaze. They didn't know what Frederick liked, so they played it safe. Everyone like cinnamon rolls.

Frederick eyed at the food from far away. He hadn't eaten anything in so long.

As soon as the trays were on the table, the CPC all crowded to get a taste of Gwen's amazing cooking. Frederick got first dibs though.

He moved back to Monika with the gooey confection in hand, and when he took a bit, he almost cried.

It really did taste amazing on it's own, and given he's been surviving off of rats meat for half a month, he finished that roll very quickly.

And another, and another. Until the club had consumed all of Gwen and Curtis's confections.

And, after all was said and done, they put the bookshelves away, put most of the books in boxes, and most of the club left, with exception of those who lived there like Nell and Whitney. And now Frederick, he remembered, and Prez, Whitney, and Nell guided him to his new room.

It had a brown wood floor, and the wall paper made it look like it was on top of a pirate ship. The bed frame had a steering wheel sticking out, and all over there were bookshelves with many of his favorites, but more room for other favorites he would find after.

"So, do you like it?"

Frederick gave his wide, happy, contagious smile, and the three took it as a yes.

They all left to go to bed, and Frederick did too.

For the first time in a long, long time, Frederick had a happy dream last night. Of friendly monsters and honey glazed cinnamon rolls.

Part 1 of CPC member Frederick

(may or may not make more sequels to this

[fanficfanattic]

Can’t believe McDonald’s is just giving out this Jamie Tartt figure in their kid’s meals!

[faramirsonofgondor]

I couldn’t resist

dog before and after being told that he’s a good boy

[worcestersaucesuace]

It is time, in no particular arrangement

I love you

FAKE TYPE, and your wonderful electro swing beats

The Stupendium, and your wacky, lyrically ingenious raps

Utsu-p, and your metal as hell Miku

MOS, and your amazing brass focused beats

Tally Hall, and your off-beat rock whatever-that-is

Cosmo Sheldrake, and your beautiful, weird, wondrous music

BRADIO, and your fun, funky jams

Kikuo, for some of my absolute favorite soul-crushing auditory experiences.

FantomenK, for your deliciously pixelated songs

Chipzel, for your wonderful contributions to some of my favorite games

Hiiragi Kirai, I suspect I never want to know what your songs are about but they sound excellent

Brian David Gilbert, for your mind-bending experiences as well as the silly ones.

Azari, for your catchy as hell beats

Infected Mushrooms, and those trance beats that feel like they go forever.

Three, for everything but especially “Telecaster B Boy”

Aivi & Surasshu, for just so much, (adore “Yearn to Bloom”)

Studio Thumpy Puppy, for that wonderful battle music

Camellia, and your wide range of wonderful tracks

Top Flow, “Speed Thrill Beat”

Imagine Dragons, and your somewhat edgy, legendary tracks

ATLUS Sound Team, “Specialist”

Mob Choir, banger openings only here

Qumu, and your endless collection of wondrous remixes

Masayuki Suzuki, love song legend

Or3o, Clover is a treasure, as is all your work really

Cepheid, for your gloriously cosmic metal and also the one about gay bonda-

jon-YAKITORY, for your eclectic, 100m-sprint songs

justan oval, for the whiplash I experience going from “Rat Attack” to “Scatterbrained”.

Louie Zong, for your odd, but still quite comfortable records.

AJR, for introducing me to alt rock in the first place.

half • alive, for drawing me even deeper in

Yunomi, for your light and airy, dubstep beats

Laura Shigihara, for creating one of the best soundtracks ever.

PinocchioP, for your strangely enchanting Miku, and excellent beats

Toby Fox, need I say more? I will anyway, “Dummy” is a bop.

Dunderpatrullen, Pop electro of the highest order

MISSIO, for when I’m real depressed

Tokyo Machine, for when I’m doing great!

supercell, for everything in between, but like for one song in particular too.

Panda Eyes, for introducing me to dubstep.

Teminite, for some of my faves in the genre.

Klaypex, “DUBSTEP GUNS” and “Lights” are pretty good, I guess.

Parsley Onuma, for some wonderful songs all around.

Daft Punk, because obviously.

Avenza, so many absolute bangers. “Wicked” is a favorite.

Mystery Skulls. Hell yeah.

Saint Motel, A good song never dies.

I would hate to be an Obvious Guy but. Alfie Templeman.

CG5, for those wondrous beats and that wondrous-er voice.

Mrs. Green Apple, “Viking” is a bop, love me some S-tier jpop

RichaadEB, an excellent guitarist, every cover is legendary.

Jonah Senzel, the humming in the cabin sends a chill down my spine, the strums of the guitar make me want to hide.

They Might Be Giants, woah now I remember why I like science.

x0o0x, I have entered a cult. Do not send help.

STEAKA, for that fast-paced dance Miku

HIDEKI NAGANUMA, AIN’T NOTHING LIKE A FUNKY BEAT

NILFRUITS, for some of my favorite tuning

Superorganism, I feel as if I have ascended, thank you

Sasakure.Uk, just wonderful, nothing more. Nevermore, even.

Yunosuke, consistently strong electronic Miku

grandson, “Apologize” is good

Panic! At the Disco, for a lot of things. Thanks

Clarx, house goodness through and through

Jamie Berry & Octavia Rose, for the introduction to electro swing, massively appreciated, that.

Caravan Palace, “Lone Digger” has 420 million views on YouTube as of writing. As it should.

Mili, for “Rightfully” specifically.

Jules Gaia, for even more wonderful electro swing. Gaming YouTube circa 2016(?)-2017(?) thanks you.

Adhesive Wombat, 8 bit goodness, thank you very much.

Jin, adore so many of those songs.

alt-J, what a cool sound and voice.

Leslie Wai, “Paradigm” and it’s consequences (positive, extremely postivie)

Raiko, like listening to what the elements would sound like it they were 64 bit and a bit dubstep. It sounds good.

Pegboard Nerds, I love sounding like a spy, but also with dubstep.

Soraru, good jpop. Love me some good jpop.

FalKKonE, Intense symphonic metal pretty much sums it up yep, it is wonderful. My head is in fact banging

The White Stripes, “Seven Nation Army”

Kanmitu, “BraveHeartShine” is a beautiful song and you should listen to it. Now, specifically.

Inori Minase, excellent voice and songs.

Suda Keina, “Darling” is a banger.

Millenium Parade, so many excellent styles, sometimes I forget they are all the same artist.

Portugal. The Man, I’m really feeling it.

Araki, excellent all around, love his voice.

Edwin Starr, “War”. Just, what a song.

Deco*27, Addicted to that tuning, might have to suck its blood.

DEMONDICE, two languages to rap in, it works very well.

Jazz Emu, funkiest sci-fi story I’ve ever heard. Tell me more magic man

natori, j-rocking superhero I’d say

Ferry, legendary. Good songs. Vocaloid. Really takes me out of my Comfort Zone.

Glass Animals, beautiful songs to rock in place to.

Ren, “Money Game Pt. 2” is very, very good.

Mike Geno, adore these songs. Good beats.

TUYU, J-Pop legends, I have no trouble saying.

Cö Shu Nie, here on the strength of “give it back”. I’m crying.

MAN WITH A MISSION, I love “Database (feat. Takuma)”

OK Go, they have and are, and I hope they will. Keep going, I should clarify.

The Correspondents, Rest in peace, Chucks. Love you guys.

Ado, what a great voice. Just, seriously.

Pascal Micheal Stiefel, A Hat in Time is a very, very good game, with a very, very good soundtrack.

Will Stetson, an amazing cover artist, and “Writing on the Wall” is truly incredible.

Kirara Magic, some very solid dance, electronic, house, and more.

Satsuki, “Mesmerizer”

Grover Washington, Jr. “Just the Two of Us” (feat. Bill Withers)

And so, so many thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more that have shaped and inspired those here.

This took me too long and it is later than it should be. I love media, music perhaps most of all. So I thought I’d a share a few, hang on as I was writing this a song just came on and now I gotta add it. Anyway, maybe you find someone here you’ve never heard before and give em a listen if they sound interesting. Have fun!

Sorry about the descriptions, I kinda rolled between trying to be funny, giving actually useful descriptions (kinda), and talking about what I personally like about them.

Might make another list for animations, games, creators, so on. We’ll see.

[lickthisquartet]

Hot Pizza (1975) Dir. Carter Stevens

"My mother, God rest her soul, was a phenomenal woman whose basic attitude toward sex is that when sex is good, it's great, and when it's lousy, it's not too bad." Steven Carters - interviewed in Different Loving

HOT or NOT

Interesting for its Historical significance this is one porno that you might actually watch for the plot rather then any of the milquetoast fucking.

HISTORICAL "COCK"-TEXT

I was first keyed in to this film through this fantastic article on the history of the Pizza Porno.

"Carter Stevens' Hot Oven, a slapstick comedy featuring commercial actor-turned-porn-star Eric Edwards, told the story of a lothario who makes a bet that he can "make it" (1970s parlance for fucking) with all of his female customers in a two-week period. According to Stevens, the film's plot was a result of pure logistical convenience. "The whole reason we did the pizza boy plot was that we had an Italian restaurant that was available to us to shoot in," he told me. "So we wrote the script around the location."

At the time, Stevens didn't think there was anything particularly revolutionary or subversive about Hot Oven. "It was just another fuck film," he said when we spoke, shrugging it off. "

The Carter Stevens in question was a veteran of the Porn Industry. starting first in porno loops before moving onto feature length porn both in front of and behind the camera. After his departure from the industry in the 80s he went on to be the founder for The S&M News.

I do say was since Stevens passed away in 2020. I found a beautiful Memorial Article for those that would like to read.

According to IAFD the film was distributed by VCA Pictures. or Video Company of America, one of the largest Porn Producers and Distributors during the era.

One small note. The film does begin with opening title credits but with every last name replaced with either Jones or Smith. I don't understand why, (like maybe its a homage to old stag films that would put fake names in?), but these people have real names, (I mean there porn names but still), and those names are listed on Iafd.

anyway whores. Theres not much more I can add so lets get into the fucking and sucking.

THOT SYNOPSIS

The Film begins oddly enough with 'The Maple Leaf Rag' By Scott Joplin being played by Brad Collins (Eric Edwards) as the film intercuts credits of the various performers, crew, and director. Near the end of the opening credits that camera pans out to reveal. *shock* that this man is getting his dick sucked by some lady, (uncredited listed as 'Brunnette' on IAFD), he is then called by one of his many fuckfriends and has the conversation while being blown which like as a concept is hot. I liked it in Stealth Fuckers 13. Suffice to say this is not Stealth Fuckers 13. Its not even Stealth Fuckers 8. Sad.

Anyway his fuck friend Gwen Billingsly (Ginger Snaps) says to meet him at this resturant, (I think its called the Hot Salamander?), while the Kitchen Staff (Waitress Mona (Cedar Houston), Waitress Penny Crowell (Rita Davis), and Cook Herbie(Jamie Gillis)), decide to fuck in the kitchen which is definetly ServSafe certified.

Its at this point we turn to the sex. Its mechanical, static, and the men have these absurd comical puppy dog look on his face. In a change of pace I'm going to skip over the sex scenes because honestly theres very little of interest here. Um sorry the scene does end with Herbie putting hot sauce on his dick which is like kinda funny.

The scene cuts to GS and BC pile driving at his apartment while this guitar instramental track plays. Its not bad it just kinda sounds like the theme song to a 70s crime serial. Like Streets of San Francisco. The Camera work is also somewhat interesting. Theres a lot of closeups of dicks going directly into pussys and while the sex is so performative and absurd I do have to give it points for form. I mean its alright I guess(10:50 - 17:05)

Anyway Ginger offers him a job at the Hot Microwave or something but he's an asshole so he only takes the job if he gets to hit on hot coeds which the owner Glick (Max Packs) absolutely refuses because in his words, "Your basically asking the Hot [Rotisserie] to pimp for you". BC proceeds to bring in the chick that was blowing him earlier to ravage his dick. she jumps on it too he looks scared. The film does immediately cut to Packs reposed body and this unnamed uncredited woman bobbing on his dick. Its probably one of the better? blowjob scenes [19:55-21:56]

Well I guess he got the job.

anyway Brad the Cad hides a peeping tom camera in his bedroom which is somehow more fucked up then that scene from Hi Mom! (1970) and goes to work. He stops to talk with Ginger whose picking up some shifts and walks into the doors of the kitchen where the Staff (Cedar Houston, Leo Lovemore, Rita Davis, Jamie Gillis) are fucking, (also sorry Lovemore is called Jack or something), this is somehow considered two seperate scenes on IAFD.

Anyway Brad the Cad makes a bet that he can bed a new woman every night for 2 weeks for *does math* 450 Dollars ($2,718.97 in today's money). and delivers a pizza to Bonnie Bunny (Susan Sloane), who shows up at the resturant for that Extra Sausage IFKWIM, (dick).

Oh then they fuck. Also can I saw that nobody falls on a bed naturally its always really unnatural. Sloane is a definate hotty and this scene does win me over by having like 2 seconds of foreplay instead of cutting immediately into hardcore pounding. Theres a comedic moment where he tries to rip the date off his wall calender while he's still inside her and then goes right back to pounding her.

(28:19 -36:49)

Brad the Cad shows off his stag film and it continues onto the next day showcasing a shower blowjob with a very hot and very uncreditted women. This is probabaly the hottest scene in the film and probably the only one I would recommend watching.

[37:55 - 41:19]

BtC lets us know how he one the bet. See it turns out that hes a Chem Major or something and invented "The first real amphadesiac" and that he has been druggin these various women into sleeping with him. In a comedic twist it is then revealed that the cooks accidentally put his Love Potion #9 in the food and they walk out to a lobby full of people fucking. The Last 20 minutes are an orgy.

Also IAFD notes:

Scenes 9 thru 12 are the final orgy sequence.

Scene 13 is intercut with Scenes 9 thru 12.

Scene 13 is in fact forcing himself Ken Cass forcing himself on actress Sherry Cass. It is played entirely as a rape scene and it is 1. Not hot and 2. really fucked up. This is a dissapointment because the Cass couple are major hotties and I would love to have seen a consensual sex scene between the two.

Anyway Whores, I am so completly done with this film it was not for me and while some of these scenes are a little hotter then I remember on first viewing they still lacked the level of eroticism that I expect from the fine smut that I consume. Was pretty funny so I'll give that to you Stevens.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Jegulus microfic ~ I think I’m in love

(Imma make this cheesy af just because it’s Jegulus, this is 100% what happened btw but like- not as cheesy. I think. Lol?? Anygays.)

”Come on, James! Pleeeaaase?”

”No.” James felt his cheeks heat up. ”Fuck- I don’t want to.”

”Come onnn”, Sirius said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he narrowed them and leaned in closer. “Please, Jamie?”

“I don’t know which song to pick!”

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

“They’re all so… ugh, no I can’t sing any one of them. It’ll be so awkward.”

Sirius gave him his best puppy eyes. James sighed heavily.

“Fucking fine, I guess.”

“Really?” Sirius beamed at him. “That’s awesome! Hurry up, let’s go choose a song for you right now!” Sirius grabbed James by the wrist and pulled him eagerly towards the table with sticky notes, quills and a catalogue. James didn’t even try to break free. It was too late for that now.

A few minutes later, and James was, if possible, even more stressed than earlier.

“But look Jamie, HOT TO GO! is an option!”, Sirius whined. “Why won’t you just take that one?”

“I, er, I don’t want to sing those lyrics… in front of people”, James murmured, and Sirius gave him a strange look. James wasn’t usually afraid to sing The Real Slim Shady at the top of his lungs in the boys dorms, so to think that lyrics was what stopped him now… not likely. Sirius didn’t ask any more about it, though.

Which was good, because James had no intentions of telling him that Chappell Roan was his go-to artist whenever he was thinking about his crush. A crush Sirius had no idea existed. After all, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. James would rather it stayed that way.

After a few more minutes of frantic searching in the catalogue with options, James was this close to giving up. Such a shame, because Sirius had actually managed to hype him up enough to look forward to singing in front of a small crowd tonight. The Gryffindor common room was full of people in the mood to party. There was one person who returned again and again to scream a few songs, and every now and then a new group of giggling girls would show up and sing something together.

Suddenly Sirius said “Aha!”, and he looked up from the catalogue with a triumphant grin plastered across his face. “Don’t! Stop me now…”, he hummed to himself, and James beamed at him.

“Queen?”

“Yes! Come on James, you know that one!”

“I don’t think I’m that good at it, though-“

“Oh, bullshit! Don’t Stop Me Now, it is.” Sirius scribbled something down on a piece of paper and rushed towards the small stage that someone had put in the corner of the room. James reckoned they’d transformed a teacup or something. He groaned and buried his face in his hands when he saw Sirius handing Marlene the piece of paper, and she looked over at him and waved excitedly when she’d read it. James sighed to himself.

And suddenly it was James’s turn to sing.

He walked over to the stage on shaky legs, and Marlene handed him a microphone. For some reason she was in charge of the karaoke for tonight.

“Good luck, James!”, she said, eyes wide, and James tried his best to smile at her. “You nervous?”

“Yeah”, he admitted in a low voice. “But… I kind of look forward to it?” This was something he hadn’t admitted to Sirius.

Oh, if Sirius knew who James had been staring at the whole night… a certain someone who was seated in a chair against a wall, looking bored out of his mind but also kind of… nervous? And tired. Somehow he still managed to look gorgeous. How did Regulus even pull that off?

What were the Slytherins even doing here? James didn’t know, all he knew was that no one dared to go near them and tell them to fuck off. Sirius hadn’t acknowledged his younger brother for the whole night, and Regulus hadn’t looked at Sirius either. He didn’t look at anyone, really, just stared blankly at a wall as his two best Slytherin friends were snogging right next to him.

James realised he was staring at the curly haired boy again, and he quickly looked back at Marlene.

“You ready?”, she asked him, suddenly looking very serious. James swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Okay. You’re gonna do great.”

“Y-yeah.”

James slowly turned to face the room. Not many people were looking at him. He really didn’t mind. For some reason, all that mattered to him was that one person in particular was listening. He did his best to not even glance towards Regulus, but only at Sirius. His best friend was sitting on the edge of his seat, and he did two thumbs up towards James while grinning widely. Even Remus had looked up from the book in his lap and was watching James over Sirius’s shoulder.

When the music began playing, James quickly turned his focus towards the mic in his hand, and when he raised it to his mouth his hand was trembling slightly. This wasn’t like him.

But he managed to hit all the notes, and even better, his voice didn’t crack once. He was grateful for the darkness in the room, it meant he didn’t have to see anyone too clearly.

The uneasiness melted away pretty quickly, and James found himself letting go of it completely and giving in to the temptation to dance a little bit. No one made any noise, and he didn’t mind.

At the end it was hard to keep up with the speed of the song, but James managed to finish it without being completely out of breath. Someone cheered when the music stopped, and James just knew it was Sirius. A few other people were smiling at him, someone had started dancing.

For some reason, James still didn’t manage to look over at Regulus. How come he could easily sing in front of a crowd, but he was too scared to look at one single person?

“FUCK YEAH YOU NAILED IT JAMIE”, Sirius yelled as James approached him with a small smile on his lips.

The compliment was all James needed. He was smiling widely now, a sudden rush of excitement filling him.

A few more people sang some karaoke after James, and the whole room was buzzing with excitement in between songs. Pretty much everyone sang along, but James was the loudest of everyone.

And just like that it was time for the last song. Some group of Ravenclaw girls stood up and took the mic, fighting about who should hold it. And when the song started playing, James immediately recognised it. It wasn’t a song he could sing particularly well, though, so he decided to stay silent and just listen and vibe to it.

He looked across the room, his gaze landing on Regulus. The boy was still looking rather uneasy, his hands in his lap as he stared at the floor. Everyone in the room sung about true love and the thrill of it at the top of their lungs, and James tried to join them, but seeing Regulus unhappy made him unhappy as well.

Crouch and Rosier had stopped snogging to sing along. Regulus was the only one who didn’t seem to cheer up. Sirius was screaming in James’s ear, and Remus was telling him to shut the hell up, but James only had eyes for the boy with the dark curls and the grey, grey eyes.

Who had hurt him enough to make him look like he was going to be sick at the mere mention of love?

James was just about to look away when the bridge started playing. The volume increased in the room as everyone sang with all their might, and the roof almost lifted in Gryffindor common room at one of the only lines James actually knew from the song:

“Baby, I think I’m in love…”

One second James’s ears were filled with the sound of a whole room of people singing in unison, and the loudness was almost too much for him… he grimaced… and then every sound was drowned out by complete silence that soon turned into a ringing in James’s head.

A flash of silver, and Regulus Black finally moved his gaze from the floor and looked directly at James, meeting his stare.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

James’s breath hitched in his throat and he shut his mouth with a snap.

The moment only lasted for about a second, and then Regulus’s eyes widened with the realisation that James had seen his look. And just like that, the flash of silver was gone. Regulus had turned his attention to the floor again.

James was struggling to breath.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

Was it a coincidence? Just like all the other times?

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when James caught Regulus staring at him, not once, not twice and not even three times, but about ten times only this week? In the hallways, in the Great Hall, at Quidditch practice…

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when Regulus approached him the other day only to suddenly turn to Peter (who was standing next to James) to say:

“I er, er… move out of the way, Pettigrew”.

Then Regulus had shoved him aside and walked straight past them, his shoulder bumping into James’s.

Was it a coincidence? Were all of there incidents coincidences, or had James just told himself that?

What about that one time right after a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, when Regulus had stepped off his broom alongside his teammates and muttered under his breath:

“Pass me the apple underneath the bleachers, Potter. It’s right behind you.”

James had blinked one time, whispered a nervous “Uh, yeah, sure” and turned to grab the apple off the ground. He then turned back and handed Regulus it. The boy gave him a quick nod and then left.

James heard a Slytherin player shout after him:

“Hey, Reg! That was my apple, you have your own in your pocket, remember? For fuck’s sake.”

It meant something, didn’t it?

No, of course it didn’t…. but what if it did? But why would it? But how else could it all be explained?

The rest of the night James kept requesting more and more Chappell Roan songs, enjoying the delighted look on Marlene’s face every time.

@cheekyboybeth @poppy-petals17 @chewingonsneakers

The urge I have rn to just rant to y’all about my crush and the progress I’ve made write a Jegulus microfic based on my ”interaction” with my crush last night.

… should I do it 😭

[vole-mon-amour]

3x07, part 3

This is actually hilarious. Will is nailing it.

Jamie has calloused hands, I see. He's also a confused puppy. You don't need switching, baby, because you're GOOD.

Someone is into role-playing, huh? Yeah, the shippers nailed that one, too.

He's the bestest boy, your honor, and I love him.

He's going for it!! Whatever he's onto, I support him!! Honestly, Trent being a member of the team is such a treat. I love seeing it.

Jamie cut his leg near the knee. Yeah, that's football for you.

Considering Phil is into football, it makes me think how it's going for them, filming a show that's about football. They have to train FOR the filming to be able to perform that, but their entire filming day is often just running, and running, and playing, and practicing. Like, that's A LOT of physical activity.

Jamie going straight to Colin. Those two being besties from the beginning aka Phil and Billy enjoying each other's company. <3 Seriously though, there are so many possibilities on what Colin knew about Jamie's bisexuality. They can go with so many things & I hope they execute it correctly.

STOP IT. Stop baiting me giving me hope.

Jamie is asking the real questions. Tbh, I've noticed in the previous episode how, since Jamie is spending so much time with Roy, is not afraid of him and can question him when the rest of the team kinda holds their breath. Jamie silently asking him about the string while the rest are silent is also showing this. "What the fuck, man?" He's literally the only one who's doing that and is on more personal terms and CAN do that.

Jamie being the bossy one, huh? I won't be surprised if he's the one who actually managed to pull this off.

Dani is such a mood.

NOOOO WAAAAY. Roy, I swear to fucking GOD. Look at that excited twat.

Jamie's hands shaking as he checks on his dicks is THE PEAK. Give Phil all the awards, lmaoo.

Roy was so disappointed to see Jamie being ok. Man, you're cruel. What did Jamie do to you? Didn't want to fuck you for once? Fucked you the wrong way?

Tag yourself, I'm Trent. Roy was dropped on his head in childhood or something. Come on, there's SO much to unpack, why are you like this?

Honestly, everybody loves Jamie.

!!! That's the entire topic of this show. "Worse. I forgave him." Season 3 & going strong with that.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

casual competition

Poly!Marauders x fem!reader. Sub!Reader, dom!marauders. Casual dominance, d/s dynamic, pet names, no explicit smut.

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“Oi, Prongs!” Sirius calls, rushing down the stairs after the boy, leaving Remus to finish getting ready in the dorm alone.

“Yeah?” The bespectacled male slows his descent, allowing Sirius to catch up. When he does, he leans in close, a grin on his face.

“Bet I can have Y/n callin’ me daddy first.” The boy taunts, waggling his brows as James turns to look down at him.

“Oh yeah?” James scoffs, shaking his head. He can’t help but think Sirius a bit stupid to suggest such a wager- after all, sure, you typically only use the term during sex, but you’re known to let it slip whenever one of your doms draws out the sub in you, which isn’t exactly hard to do.

“Yeah.” Sirius doesn’t back down, eyes glimmering with the thrill of impending challenge. “Only rule is you can’t use real dirty talk- that’d make it too easy.” James lets out a laugh, really thinking Sirius is stupid now. Dirty talk would’ve been his one advantage over James- seeing as he’s got the wildest, filthiest mouth of the bunch- and now he’s putting himself up against your most doting dom without it. James’s confidence skyrockets, he’s sure he can sweet talk you into submission no problem.

“You’re on.” James smirks, reaching out to grasp Sirius’s offered hand. The boys shake on it, and both are grinning like mad as they make their way down to the common room where you wait for them each morning.

They immediately spot your form, curled up on the couch, socked feet tucked under your butt as you flick lazily through a magazine. James strolls right over to you, hands in his pockets.

“Hi, babydoll.” He coos, flashing a charming grin as you look up at him, causing you to smile.

“Hey Jamie.”

“Morning beautiful.” Sirius pipes up, walking behind the sofa and leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. Your heart flutters at his words and the tender gesture.

“Morning Siri.” You murmur, eyes flitting between the two boys as you look up at them. James plops down on the sofa beside you, arm draped across the back cusions.

“What’re you reading?” He asks, eyeing the magazine in your hands. Before you can reply your attention is brought to Sirius as he lets out a scoff.

“Y’know she isn’t reading, Prongs.” The male sneers, the low, teasing voice that’s typically reserved for the bedroom out in full force. “The dumb little puppy’s just looking at the pictures.” He feels hopeful for a moment when your lip juts out in an exaggerated pout, but his hope is crushed when it’s followed by a lighthearted giggle.

“As if you ever read, Pads.” You tease back, sticking out your tongue. Sirius only scowls at his failed attempt as James lets out a laugh, flashing the male a cocky grin.

My turn, James thinks, turning back to you as you refocus on the ink covered pages.

“Hey, angel, look at me,” James murmurs, reaching out with one finger to hook under your chin and tilt your face towards him. He cheers internally when the gaze that meets him is wide eyed, your eyes shining as you look up at him. He licks the thumb of his other hand.

“Y’got some toothpaste.” He keeps his voice sweet and gentle, like he always does when he’s taking care of you. He swipes his thumb over the corner of your mouth, cleaning the area- which was clean to begin with, unbeknownst to you- and smiles when he pulls away. “All better.” You blink up at him for a moment, eyes practically shaped like hearts, and he thinks he has it in the bag.

“Thanks, Jamie,” you murmur, smiling softly. Your brows furrow as the male sighs and pulls away, muttering a quick “y’welcome”.

“‘S something the matter?” You ask, confused by James’s shift in tone. The boy shakes his head.

“No, no, sorry. Everything’s fine.” He forces a smile, and though it’s a bit tight it’s enough to sate you, so you nod.

“You all ready for class, pup?” Sirius asks, looking down at you with a raised brow. He’s pleased when you only hum “mhm”, presenting him with an opportunity.

“Use your words, baby, y’know better.” He chastises, lacing his tone with extra disappointment in hopes of triggering your submissive nature.

“Sorry,” you whimper, and he waits for the term to follow, can almost hear your voice saying daddy, but it never comes. He has to stifle a groan.

“You’re really going to class like that, angel?” James butts in, looking you up and down. “‘S December and you don’t even have a sweater.”

“‘M not cold-“

“Not yet, maybe.” Sirius interjects. “But how many times do you end up asking for my sweater in potions, hm? Y’silly thing. Oughta go fetch one.” He orders, jerking his head towards the stairway. You pout.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Don’t fuckin’ whine-“

“I’ll get it for you, baby.” James cuts off Sirius’s scolding with a coo when he sees your eyes shift at the stern tone, not wanting to risk letting you respond. He smiles and leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling it warm under his lips, before standing up.

“Whaddya say?” He prompts, setting you up for the win.

“Thank you, Jamie.” He sighs when you unknowingly fumble it. He starts towards the stairs to fetch one of his jumpers to lend you. Sirius straightens up from his position leaning against the back of the sofa, starting to follow after James.

“I’ll come, see if I can’t hurry Moons along. You get your shoes on, pup, we’ll be leaving soon.” Sirius instructs.

“‘Kay.” Is all you say, making him stop in his tracks.

“What was that?” He keeps his voice hard, turning back to look at you.

“Okay, Sirius.” You correct your speech, and despite his frustration at your use of his name he throws a quick “attagirl” over his shoulder before catching up to James.

“She’s fuckin impossible-“

“What are you two up to?” Remus bumps into the boys at the bottom of the stairs, long fingers adjusting the knot of his tie. Sirius heaves a sigh.

“Tryin’ to see who can get puppy to call ‘im daddy first.” He explains, grey eyes trained on your form a few feet away where you’re sitting on the common room couch, finishing tying your shoe. Remus scoffs.

“And neither of you have managed yet?” His tone is incredulous.

“Nope.” James mutters, also watching you. Remus shoots them each a cocky grin that flashes his canines before sauntering over to you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He addresses you cooly, making you look up with a smile.

“Hey,” you reply, cheeks heating as he stares down at you. He reaches out to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding your gaze on his.

“Y’gonna be a good girl today?” He asks with a raised brow, voice a low, smooth rumble that makes you shiver.

“Yes, daddy.” You immediately chirp, the simple words from the dominant boy enough to have the edges of your mind brimming with fog. He smirks, and confusion settles on your features as James and Sirius let out incredulous scoffs from where they watch.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

“Absolutely ridiculous.” James mutters immediately after Sirius. Remus chuckles, giving your head a praising scratch that has you leaning up into his touch.

“Guess we know who her daddy really is, hm?”