#I did Elizabeth for my A levels

[oumaheroes]

I love your idea of Cromwell burning England, it's a really interesting perspective to take on the Civil War (I studied that period for A-Levels and it was interesting, if not a bit confusing cos there are so many people). That got me thinking about another famous civil war: The Wars Of The Roses...I do wonder how England experienced that.

My Chrystler, I think about this so much. The constant upheaval, the ever changing and twisting alliances and loyalties, for anyone there at the time it would have been stressful

For Arthur though, who keenly feels the maelstrom of history and its impact upon his population, I think this would have been one of the worst periods of his life. There is so little in English history that compares to it, it was so long and drawn out and bloody. Generations of family warfare infecting every sphere of public and political life caused years in instability. Constant war, constant threat of a coup, and the ongoing atrocities all in the name of a crown that Arthur personally didn't feel many of them deserved

Might is right is a horrible expression, and the War of the Roses bled the repercussions of this for decades. There's just so much history I can't begin to go into it, but for newcomers to this period of time it can be easily argued that Elizabeth the 1st was still shaped by this. A woman led and moulded by the treatment of her father Henry VIII, a man who in turn took upon his own father Henry VII's manic desperation for the crown from Richard the III, who himself is rumoured to have murdered the princes in the tower to achieve his goals, who's father...

It goes on, one after the other in a long long line. England was there for all of it and, even in the heights of the Golden Age of Elizabeth, I think would still have this weighing heavily on him. Her family and her own struggles for her throne with the Stuarts were just repeats of the same old story in the same fucking family that he kept having to watch time and time again, and I think he was so tired. So tired and so ready to push off for the oceans and sail away to be himself, for a time. Just him, a man, with no history tugging at him to watch and follow and see

I think this, along with the need to prove himself as being something other than the backwater of Europe and a genuine curiosity, was what took him out to sea and kept him there for so long. By the end of it he was done watching the same mistakes, sick of his advice being ignored, and generally sick of being himself

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

[jattendschaton]

I do that too lmaooo. How long was your run?

I dont remember the time (it was definitely over an hour haha i am not a fast runner; with the run + stretching I woke up like 2 hours early) but it was 8.3 miles

[charlidrawz]

Oh ya btw I've been playing Star Rail 👍

I'll drop the uid if anyone wants to friend me on there or smth 💥

[aliensmoothie]

made this post put it in the drafts to die went home opened fallout 76 took on a scorchbeast queen .

[mirsvintagesonytv]

Also sixth form is kicking my fucking ass emotionally. But hey they finally processed my switch to Lit so its cool!!! No more Media!!!

I will get back to posting my AUs soon I swear!! They're in the drafts rn i just have had no time to finish them

I'm getting shit done on Lizzie's funeral #slay one day off school

[yeoldenews]

A Guide to Historically Accurate Regency-Era Names

I recently received a message from a historical romance writer asking if I knew any good resources for finding historically accurate Regency-era names for their characters.

Not knowing any off the top of my head, I dug around online a bit and found there really isn’t much out there. The vast majority of search results were Buzzfeed-style listicles which range from accurate-adjacent to really, really, really bad.

I did find a few blog posts with fairly decent name lists, but noticed that even these have very little indication as to each name’s relative popularity as those statistical breakdowns really don't exist.

I began writing up a response with this information, but then I (being a research addict who was currently snowed in after a blizzard) thought hey - if there aren’t any good resources out there why not make one myself?

As I lacked any compiled data to work from, I had to do my own data wrangling on this project. Due to this fact, I limited the scope to what I thought would be the most useful for writers who focus on this era, namely - people of a marriageable age living in the wealthiest areas of London.

So with this in mind - I went through period records and compiled the names of 25,000 couples who were married in the City of Westminster (which includes Mayfair, St. James and Hyde Park) between 1804 to 1821.

So let’s see what all that data tells us…

To begin - I think it’s hard for us in the modern world with our wide and varied abundance of first names to conceive of just how POPULAR popular names of the past were.

If you were to take a modern sample of 25-year-old (born in 1998) American women, the most common name would be Emily with 1.35% of the total population. If you were to add the next four most popular names (Hannah, Samantha, Sarah and Ashley) these top five names would bring you to 5.5% of the total population. (source: Social Security Administration)

If you were to do the same survey in Regency London - the most common name would be Mary with 19.2% of the population. Add the next four most popular names (Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah and Jane) and with just 5 names you would have covered 62% of all women.

To hit 62% of the population in the modern survey it would take the top 400 names.

The top five Regency men’s names (John, William, Thomas, James and George) have nearly identical statistics as the women’s names.

I struggled for the better part of a week with how to present my findings, as a big list in alphabetical order really fails to get across the popularity factor and also isn’t the most tumblr-compatible format. And then my YouTube homepage recommended a random video of someone ranking all the books they’d read last year - and so I present…

The Regency Name Popularity Tier List

The Tiers

S+ - 10% of the population or greater. There is no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. 52% of the population had one of these 7 names.

S - 2-10%. There is still no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. Names in this percentage range in the past have included Mary and William in the 1880s and Jennifer in the late 1970s (topped out at 4%).

A - 1-2%. The top five modern names usually fall in this range. Kids with these names would probably include their last initial in class to avoid confusion. (1998 examples: Emily, Sarah, Ashley, Michael, Christopher, Brandon.)

B - .3-1%. Very common names. Would fall in the top 50 modern names. You would most likely know at least 1 person with these names. (1998 examples: Jessica, Megan, Allison, Justin, Ryan, Eric)

C - .17-.3%. Common names. Would fall in the modern top 100. You would probably know someone with these names, or at least know of them. (1998 examples: Chloe, Grace, Vanessa, Sean, Spencer, Seth)

D - .06-.17%. Less common names. In the modern top 250. You may not personally know someone with these names, but you’re aware of them. (1998 examples: Faith, Cassidy, Summer, Griffin, Dustin, Colby)

E - .02-.06%. Uncommon names. You’re aware these are names, but they are not common. Unusual enough they may be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Calista, Skye, Precious, Fabian, Justice, Lorenzo)

F - .01-.02%. Rare names. You may have heard of these names, but you probably don’t know anyone with one. Extremely unusual, and would likely be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Emerald, Lourdes, Serenity, Dario, Tavian, Adonis)

G - Very rare names. There are only a handful of people with these names in the entire country. You’ve never met anyone with this name.

H - Virtually non-existent. Names that theoretically could have existed in the Regency period (their original source pre-dates the early 19th century) but I found fewer than five (and often no) period examples of them being used in Regency England. (Example names taken from romance novels and online Regency name lists.)

Just to once again reinforce how POPULAR popular names were before we get to the tier lists - statistically, in a ballroom of 100 people in Regency London: 80 would have names from tiers S+/S. An additional 15 people would have names from tiers A/B and C. 4 of the remaining 5 would have names from D/E. Only one would have a name from below tier E.

Women's Names

S+ Mary, Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah      

S - Jane, Mary Ann+, Hannah, Susannah, Margaret, Catherine, Martha, Charlotte, Maria

A - Frances, Harriet, Sophia, Eleanor, Rebecca

B - Alice, Amelia, Bridget~, Caroline, Eliza, Esther, Isabella, Louisa, Lucy, Lydia, Phoebe, Rachel, Susan

C - Ellen, Fanny*, Grace, Henrietta, Hester, Jemima, Matilda, Priscilla

D - Abigail, Agnes, Amy, Augusta, Barbara, Betsy*, Betty*, Cecilia, Christiana, Clarissa, Deborah, Diana, Dinah, Dorothy, Emily, Emma, Georgiana, Helen, Janet^, Joanna, Johanna, Judith, Julia, Kezia, Kitty*, Letitia, Nancy*, Ruth, Winifred>

E - Arabella, Celia, Charity, Clara, Cordelia, Dorcas, Eve, Georgina, Honor, Honora, Jennet^, Jessie*^, Joan, Joyce, Juliana, Juliet, Lavinia, Leah, Margery, Marian, Marianne, Marie, Mercy, Miriam, Naomi, Patience, Penelope, Philadelphia, Phillis, Prudence, Rhoda, Rosanna, Rose, Rosetta, Rosina, Sabina, Selina, Sylvia, Theodosia, Theresa

F - (selected) Alicia, Bethia, Euphemia, Frederica, Helena, Leonora, Mariana, Millicent, Mirah, Olivia, Philippa, Rosamund, Sybella, Tabitha, Temperance, Theophila, Thomasin, Tryphena, Ursula, Virtue, Wilhelmina

G - (selected) Adelaide, Alethia, Angelina, Cassandra, Cherry, Constance, Delilah, Dorinda, Drusilla, Eva, Happy, Jessica, Josephine, Laura, Minerva, Octavia, Parthenia, Theodora, Violet, Zipporah

H - Alberta, Alexandra, Amber, Ashley, Calliope, Calpurnia, Chloe, Cressida, Cynthia, Daisy, Daphne, Elaine, Eloise, Estella, Lilian, Lilias, Francesca, Gabriella, Genevieve, Gwendoline, Hermione, Hyacinth, Inez, Iris, Kathleen, Madeline, Maude, Melody, Portia, Seabright, Seraphina, Sienna, Verity

Men's Names

S+ John, William, Thomas

S - James, George, Joseph, Richard, Robert, Charles, Henry, Edward, Samuel

A - Benjamin, (Mother’s/Grandmother’s maiden name used as first name)#

B - Alexander^, Andrew, Daniel, David>, Edmund, Francis, Frederick, Isaac, Matthew, Michael, Patrick~, Peter, Philip, Stephen, Timothy

C - Abraham, Anthony, Christopher, Hugh>, Jeremiah, Jonathan, Nathaniel, Walter

D - Adam, Arthur, Bartholomew, Cornelius, Dennis, Evan>, Jacob, Job, Josiah, Joshua, Lawrence, Lewis, Luke, Mark, Martin, Moses, Nicholas, Owen>, Paul, Ralph, Simon

E - Aaron, Alfred, Allen, Ambrose, Amos, Archibald, Augustin, Augustus, Barnard, Barney, Bernard, Bryan, Caleb, Christian, Clement, Colin, Duncan^, Ebenezer, Edwin, Emanuel, Felix, Gabriel, Gerard, Gilbert, Giles, Griffith, Harry*, Herbert, Humphrey, Israel, Jabez, Jesse, Joel, Jonas, Lancelot, Matthias, Maurice, Miles, Oliver, Rees, Reuben, Roger, Rowland, Solomon, Theophilus, Valentine, Zachariah

F - (selected) Abel, Barnabus, Benedict, Connor, Elijah, Ernest, Gideon, Godfrey, Gregory, Hector, Horace, Horatio, Isaiah, Jasper, Levi, Marmaduke, Noah, Percival, Shadrach, Vincent

G - (selected) Albion, Darius, Christmas, Cleophas, Enoch, Ethelbert, Gavin, Griffin, Hercules, Hugo, Innocent, Justin, Maximilian, Methuselah, Peregrine, Phineas, Roland, Sebastian, Sylvester, Theodore, Titus, Zephaniah

H - Albinus, Americus, Cassian, Dominic, Eric, Milo, Rollo, Trevor, Tristan, Waldo, Xavier

# Men were sometimes given a family surname (most often their mother's or grandmother's maiden name) as their first name - the most famous example of this being Fitzwilliam Darcy. If you were to combine all surname-based first names as a single 'name' this is where the practice would rank.

*Rank as a given name, not a nickname

+If you count Mary Ann as a separate name from Mary - Mary would remain in S+ even without the Mary Anns included

~Primarily used by people of Irish descent

^Primarily used by people of Scottish descent

>Primarily used by people of Welsh descent

I was going to continue on and write about why Regency-era first names were so uniform, discuss historically accurate surnames, nicknames, and include a little guide to finding 'unique' names that are still historically accurate - but this post is already very, very long, so that will have to wait for a later date.

If anyone has any questions/comments/clarifications in the meantime feel free to message me.

Methodology notes: All data is from marriage records covering six parishes in the City of Westminster between 1804 and 1821. The total sample size was 50,950 individuals.

I chose marriage records rather than births/baptisms as I wanted to focus on individuals who were adults during the Regency era rather than newborns. I think many people make the mistake when researching historical names by using baby name data for the year their story takes place rather than 20 to 30 years prior, and I wanted to avoid that. If you are writing a story that takes place in 1930 you don’t want to research the top names for 1930, you need to be looking at 1910 or earlier if you are naming adult characters.

I combined (for my own sanity) names that are pronounced identically but have minor spelling differences: i.e. the data for Catherine also includes Catharines and Katherines, Susannah includes Susannas, Phoebe includes Phebes, etc.

The compound 'Mother's/Grandmother's maiden name used as first name' designation is an educated guesstimate based on what I recognized as known surnames, as I do not hate myself enough to go through 25,000+ individuals and confirm their mother's maiden names. So if the tally includes any individuals who just happened to be named Fitzroy/Hastings/Townsend/etc. because their parents liked the sound of it and not due to any familial relations - my bad.

I did a small comparative survey of 5,000 individuals in several rural communities in Rutland and Staffordshire (chosen because they had the cleanest data I could find and I was lazy) to see if there were any significant differences between urban and rural naming practices and found the results to be very similar. The most noticeable difference I observed was that the S+ tier names were even MORE popular in rural areas than in London. In Rutland between 1810 and 1820 Elizabeths comprised 21.4% of all brides vs. 15.3% in the London survey. All other S+ names also saw increases of between 1% and 6%. I also observed that the rural communities I surveyed saw a small, but noticeable and fairly consistent, increase in the use of names with Biblical origins.

Sources of the records I used for my survey: 

Ancestry.com. England & Wales Marriages, 1538-1988 [database on-line].

Ancestry.com. Westminster, London, England, Church of England Marriages and Banns, 1754-1935 [database on-line].

[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor, Two Families Become One- pt 3

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: The proposal... and a little something extra.

WC: ~3.25k

It’s a few days later that Melissa is able to get Ellie alone without you hovering around. It doesn’t happen often- the three of you spend nearly all of your time together, and none of you would have it any other way. But today, you have a meeting with one of your student’s parents in regards to their reading levels being a bit too low for your liking and how the child qualifies for the extended year program.

So at the end of dismissal duty, you head into your room while your daughter and girlfriend go into Melissa’s classroom.

Ellie dives onto the bean bag that the redhead keeps on her carpet with a delightful giggle. “Mom, do you have a snack? I’m hungry.”

“You know I always keep snacks in here for you, my growing girl,” Melissa chuckles as she opens her cabinet. “Why don’t you come pick out a snack, and then I want to have a little chat with you.”

“Oh?” Ellie furrows her brows in a way where she looks nearly identical to you. But then she shrugs. “Can I have two snacks?”

“We’ll see,” the teacher tells your little girl. “We can’t have you spoiling dinner… I am making your favorite, after all.”

“You’re going to make ziti?!” Ellie’s eyes go wide.

Melissa nods. “Now come pick out a snack, and then we really do have to talk before Momma’s finished with her meeting.”

“Secret meeting?” the seven year old asks as she makes her way over to the cabinet. She picks a packet of fruit snacks before looking up to your girlfriend. Melissa leads her over to the teacher desk and sits down in her chair. Ellie eagerly climbs into her lap. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Elizabeth,” the redhead says softly. Your little girl looks a bit nervous at her full first name, but Melissa keeps her tone soft and gentle- warm and full of love. “I need you to be serious for a second, can you do that for me?”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, hun… I have something I have to ask you.”

“Oh?”

“I… I’ve been thinking about this for a little while… How would you feel if I asked your momma to marry me?”

“You want to marry Momma?!” Ellie whisper shouts. The second grade teacher puts a finger to her lips, and your little girl only repeats her question in a softer tone.

“I… I do, but I want to make sure that that’s okay with you, because if it isn’t, I won’t ask her.”

“Mom!” Ellie grins. “Of course I want you to marry Momma! Then I can be a real Schemmenti, and not just a honor… honorary Schemmenti! Oh my gosh, I have to-”

Melissa breathes a sigh of relief as she peppers your daughter’s face in kisses. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“Did you really think I would tell you not to marry Momma?!”

“I mean… I just didn’t want to assume you would be okay with it,” the redhead says softly as she continues to hold onto Ellie.

“Duh I’m okay with it! Why wouldn’t I be?! We already all live together, and you’re my favorite person, and I call you Mom!”

“I suppose you’re right, little one,” your girlfriend chuckles softly before sobering. “I want to make this special though, so I need you to not tell your Momma.”

The seven year old crosses her heart and mimes zipping her lips.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Ellie whispers conspiratorially. At Melissa’s nod, the girl continues. “I asked Momma when you guys were getting married because I wanted it for a while now… I also asked her when I was gonna get a little sister.”

Melissa raises a brow. “And what did Momma have to say about those two questions?”

“She telled me that you don’t want to get married again, and that I probably wouldn’t get a little sister,” Ellie frowns. “But now you telled me that you do want to get married, so can I have a little sister?!”

The redhead chuckles. “Maybe in time, sweetheart… Let’s focus on us getting married first.”

“But I want a little sister… or a puppy.”

Your girlfriend sighs a heavy sigh. “Maybe in time. Maybe in time.”

Ellie seems satisfied with that answer, and she happily eats her fruit snacks while sitting in Melissa’s lap. The redhead is scrolling through rings on her phone, and the little one will occasionally chime in with her thoughts.

“Momma likes simple,” she tells Melissa.

“Momma likes the ones that are silver.” Your girlfriend already knew that one.

“I think Momma will like that one.”

Melissa bookmarks a few of them before you walk into the room, looking absolutely drained.

“Hey,” you sigh softly. “I’m ready to head home if you guys are.”

“Momma!” Ellie grins, and the redhead fears for a second that she’s going to blow the secret. But of course, she doesn’t. “Mom said she was going to make ziti for dinner, which means Ellie cuddles and a nap!”

“Oh, I could use that,” you chuckle softly as your little girl leaps out of Melissa’s lap and reaches for your hand.

You’re out at the grocery store by yourself that Saturday- an unusual occurrence. Melissa told you that she was too sore from the workout she did with Gregory, and Ellie insisted on staying on home to cuddle and make your girlfriend feel better. That was a lie though, and they’re actually both out at a jewelry store a few miles away.

“I’m telling you, Mom!” Ellie insists. “Momma will love this one! It’s perfect!”

“And what has you so sure about that?”

“It’s the opposite of what Daddy gave her,” your little girl states matter-of-factly. “And Momma told me that she hated the ring Daddy gave her.”

Melissa looks at the ring carefully, and she has to admit that it is quite beautiful. She can practically imagine it resting on your ring finger by itself before being joined by a simplistic wedding band to match. “You really think she’ll like it?”

“She’ll love it,” Ellie grins as she rocks back and forth on her toes. “I pinky swears.”

The redhead looks to the sales associate. “Then this is the one we’ll get.”

“Perfect, a lovely selection. Do we need to alter it at all?”

“It’s actually just her size,” Melissa smiles. “I’ll take it as is.”

The two of them leave on a high, holding hands as they make their way back home with plenty of time to spare- they know you tend to spend at least an hour and a half at the grocery store. 

They curl up on the couch and settle in to watch a movie.

“But how are you gonna propose to Momma?” Ellie asks softly as she situates herself in your girlfriend’s lap.

“I have an idea,” Melissa states quietly, but that’s all she’ll say. She has a plan alright- and surprising Ellie is a part of that too.

When you come home, Ellie is fast asleep on Melissa’s chest while your girlfriend gently runs her fingers through your daughter’s locks.

“Honey, I’m home!” you joke, not yet seeing that your little girl is asleep. “Care to help me with the groceries?”

“You know I always do,” the redhead sighs. “But alas… the little pipsqueak is asleep on me, and I fear that it is the law that I do not disturb her dreams.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Fine. I’ll bring everything in, but I better get lucky tonight.”

Those green eyes glint with mischief as she remembers the ring that is safely tucked away in her nightstand drawer. “You’ll get more than lucky if I can help it.”

With a sigh, you head back down to the parking garage and begin to lug everything up to the apartment to put it away before you start to make dinner for the three of you. The last thing that you bring up is a bouquet of flowers for the woman still lounging on the couch.

“For you, my love,” you smile as you place them in front of her.

Her eyes go soft as she looks up at you. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

Dinner is in the process of being made and you’re still in the kitchen when your little girl wakes up and stretches slightly.

“Why don’t you go get into your jammies and play for a bit in your room before dinner?” Melissa suggests gently.

Ellie looks at the redhead a bit funny, but she nods and heads for the direction of her room. Melissa takes the opportunity to come wrap her arms around your waist as you sip on your wine and continue to fry the hamburger meat in the saucepan.

“My beautiful girlfriend,” Melissa whispers as she kisses your cheek. “How was the grocery store?”

“Fine,” you chuckle as you turn in her arms and face her. “How was El for you?”

“You know your little girl is always good for me,” your girlfriend says softly, knowing it will lead you to correct her. 

“Our little girl,” you say exactly what she’s hoping you would say.

She hums. “Maybe we should look into making that official? I would love to adopt our little girl, if you would be open to that.”

“What?” you whisper, eyes wide. “Wait, really?”

Melissa shrugs. “You know how much I adore El. And you heard Nonna and my mom: she’s an honorary Schemmenti. Why not make it official?”

“I think that would be wonderful,” you tell her honestly. “The only issue is that I’m not sure I would want her to have a different last name from mine.”

“Well,” your girlfriend trails off. She releases you and heads back into your own bedroom before coming back out. You’re back to facing dinner, and you don’t notice that she kneels down in front of you on one knee and has the beautiful ring that she bought for you earlier out on display.

“Mel, what? You can’t just start to say something and then leave… you know how that drives me up a wall,” you sigh as you hear her footsteps stop. Her arms don’t wrap around you the way that you expect them too, and you exhale deeply as you turn around. When you expect her to be eye level with you though, she isn’t. You look down, and there she is holding out the ring.

“Become a Schemmenti with her then,” is all your girlfriend says.

Your hands fly up to your face as your eyes well with tears. “I thought- I thought you didn’t want to get married again,” is all you can get out, shock overtaking you for a moment.

“I said it would take a freaking miracle,” she corrects you softly. “And you and Ellie are that miracle for me… so, what do you say? Will ya marry me?”

“Oh my god, yes!” You shout as you tackle her to the floor in a hug. “Oh my god!”

Melissa just chuckles as she kisses you.

Ellie comes out of her bedroom, clearly confused and a bit concerned at the commotion in the kitchen. “Moms?” Her eyebrows furrow when she sees the two of you on the floor, and you have tears trailing down your cheeks.

“Happy tears, El,” you chuckle as you wipe them. 

“What’s going on?”

“I asked Momma to marry me,” your now fiancée grins. “And she said yes.”

Your little girl breaks out into the biggest grin. “Really?!”

“Yeah, baby girl,” you choke out. “Momma’s getting married again.”

Ellie immediately flies into both of your arms, wanting to get in on the happiness and excitement of it all.

“I helped pick out the ring with Mom!” your daughter giggles. “Do you like it?”

This gives Melissa the opportunity to slip the ring onto your finger, and you hold it up to get a look at it. It’s stunningly beautiful and simplistic- the exact opposite of what your ex-husband had given you when you were far too young and foolish to be getting married.

“Like it?” you whisper, shocked at how they had managed to find what was essentially your dream ring. “I love it. It’s beautiful… It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it,” the redhead smiles as she kisses your head again. “Ellie told me that you would.”

“And she was so right,” you chuckle as you pull your little girl into your lap. “It’s perfect.”

The entire time that you finish cooking dinner, your new ring absolutely sparkles and you can’t help but admire it.

When you sit down for dinner, Ellie asks, “So now that you’re going to be a Schemmenti, when do I get to be one?”

Melissa hums and heads back into your bedroom. She comes back out with another box and hands it to your little girl. “Your momma and I were talking about this, and El… how would you feel if I adopted you and you became an official Schemmenti too?” She opens the box, and inside is a beautiful necklace that she had purchased along with your ring.

Ellie’s eyes immediately well with tears, but she’s nodding and tears start to pour down her face. She launches herself into the redhead’s arms. Melissa immediately winds her arms around your little girl, peppering her cheeks with kisses.

“My sweet girl,” she whispers softly.

“I really get to be a Schemmenti?” Ellie asks quietly as she lets the woman put the necklace on for her.

“You really do, sweetheart,” you smile softly as you reach over to rub your daughter’s arm. “We’re gonna be a family, baby girl.”

“So when am I gonna get a little sister now?” your little girl looks between the two of you curiously. “I got my two biggest wishes to come true, and now I want a little sister.”

“One step at a time, my love,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Let’s just settle into this for now.”

“It’ll happen in due time, El,” Melissa states. And that shocks you- the two of you had never had the discussion of adding more children into the mix, partially because you were under the impression that she hadn’t wanted marriage again… but you’re here now with that stunning ring sitting on your finger, and she’s not wholeheartedly rejecting the idea of having another child running around the house.

That night, after Ellie is in bed and the two of you had engaged in some celebratory activities, you fall into your pillows.

“I love you,” you whisper as you turn to face your new fiancée. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Melissa smiles as she kisses your nose. She laces your fingers with hers. “Do you really like the ring though? Because if you don’t, we can pick out-”

“I adore it,” you promise her. “You and Ellie did a wonderful job picking it out.”

“Okay,” the redhead hums as she thumbs the ring. “If you say so.”

“I can’t believe we’re getting married,” you sigh happily.

She smiles against your shoulder. “We are, and I can’t wait to start that chapter of our lives together.”

It’s your turn to hum. “A new chapter… and Ellie really wants to be a big sister.”

“She does,” Melissa chuckles. “What do you think about it?”

“What do you think about it?” you repeat her question back to her.

The woman smiles softly. “I don’t think it’s off the table… but I am getting to the age where I wouldn’t feel comfortable carrying a child, and I do think that we would have to move if we decided to add another to the mix.”

You nod in agreement.

“What do you think about it, hun?” she prompts you gently.

“I think…” you yawn. “That we need to focus on getting married, filling for you to adopt her legally, and then we can think about the rest of it- because if it happens, that would be great. But if it doesn’t, my life with the two of you is already beautiful enough.”

Melissa nods thoughtfully. “I suppose you’re right. Get some sleep, amore.”

You drift off to sleep, dreaming of what’s next to come in life. You see you and Melissa growing older together, watching Ellie as she blossoms into a beautiful young woman. You see the simplicity of domestic life with her… and then you see yourself in the hospital holding a brand new baby. And you know that you would love to have a little one running around again, getting to grow up with two mothers and an older sister who love more than anyone.

You dream of that again the next night, and if you weren’t positive on the decision the two of you had made to get married, have Melissa adopt Ellie, and figure out what the future might hold for you, those dreams secured that you are absolutely doing the best thing that you could be doing for your family. 

When you walk into school on Monday, that ring of yours is sparkling on your finger. When you sit down in your spot in the staff lounge, Ellie curled up in your lap with her own necklace on, the sunlight that peeks in through the window hits them perfectly and highlights them.

It’s only a few moments later that the rest of your crew trickles in at once, and they all immediately see the shining from your finger.

“Wh-what is that?” Janine stammers out.

“Yeah! What is that?!” Jacob echoes.

You just hold your left hand up and wiggle your fingers. “I got engaged last night.”

“T-to Melissa?” Gregory asks. “The woman who claimed that she would never get married again.

Barb just breaks out into a grin and all but tackles her work wife in a hug. Your fiancée lets out a gasp as she takes on the force.

“To Mel,” you smile. “And that’s not even the best news.”

“What could be better news than that?!” Jacob asks. “Mel Mel is getting married!”

You jostle the little girl in your lap. “You wanna tell ‘em, El?”

“Mommy’s going to adopt me, and we’re all gonna be Schemmentis!” Ellie squeals. “Look! She got me a necklace and everything to match Momma’s ring!”

“Oh!” the kindergarten teacher gasps as she releases Melissa. She immediately pulls her former student into her lap. “Oh, little girl!”

“I know!” your daughter squeals happily. “And!”

“What else could there possibly be?” Barbara asks with a bright smile.

“I’m gonna be a big sister!”

Everyone gasps collectively as eyes fall to you. You shake your head quickly and with fervor. “Not yet… but there are talks about potentially expanding our family… after we get married, Ellie’s been adopted, and if we still aren’t broke after that.”

“Well if this isn’t the best damn news we’ve gotten in a long time,” Barbara grins as she continues to hold Ellie tightly.

The crew sits in the staff lounge chatting about last night’s events until it’s time to start getting ready for your students. They all leave with shouts of more congratulations.

As the two of you drop Ellie off for her day in first grade and down the hall hand in hand to your own little corner of the school, you see your last name at the door- and you can’t wait to be able to change that sign to read ‘Mrs. Schemmenti’.

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[kteezy997]

I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :

Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy

Oh fuck yes I love this

massage room//t.c.

warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?

You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.

You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.

You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.

You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.

You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"

He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.

"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.

"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.

You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.

...........

You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."

"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."

"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"

"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."

"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"

"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.

You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."

"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.

You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."

"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.

You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.

Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?

.........

You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.

"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.

The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.

You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.

You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.

As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."

Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.

You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.

His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.

Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.

"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.

He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.

Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.

You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.

You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.

"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.

"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.

"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.

You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."

"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.

"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.

"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"

"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.

"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"

You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"

"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.

You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.

You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.

"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.

"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.

"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.

Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.

"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."

"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.

"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"

"Timmy." he corrected you.

"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.

"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.

"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.

"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.

"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.

The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.

You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"

"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.

You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.

You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.

You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.

You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.

You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.

"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.

You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."

"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.

You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.

He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.

"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.

"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.

You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.

The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.

You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.

Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.

You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.

Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.

He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.

Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.

His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.

Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"

"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."

He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.

You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.

"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.

You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.

Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.

You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.

"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.

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[quietmonologues]

So. I hate shipping discourse and I try to keep it off my blog nowadays. I also don't consider myself a part of the fandom. But, I find discussions about this series particularly engaging and interesting, and Elucien do have me in a bit of a chokehold these days so I feel the need to get this off my chest and put this out into the world.

A common question I see is "why do people ship Elucien? They don't even like each other". And to that, I say this:

What about it? This is why shipping discourse in this fandom (and in general) is so ridiculous, because why is there confusion as to why people ship Elain and Lucien together? SJM literally wrote them as a potential pairing, that's why she made them mates. Pairing = shipping. It's not rocket science.

Two characters not liking each other is never gonna be a deterrent for them becoming canon or for people liking them as a ship. That's why enemies to lovers is such a popular trope. However way you define enemies (on opposite sides of a war like Zuko and Katara, or thinking ill of one another based on misunderstandings and assumptions like Darcy and Elizabeth), when it's done well, the story of two characters changing their opinion about each other, getting to know each other on a deeper level, and growing to love each other after their initial discomfort/hatred/loathing/indifference is a compelling story. It's about the journey, the development, and overcoming all the hurdles and bumps that are in their way.

Another reason for why the "they dislike each other" argument is so weak is because you literally have two other canon couples in this same series who had very rough starts. No matter how you feel about these two pairings, it's blatantly clear that Rhys and Cassian did put Feyre and Nesta in uncomfortable situations and have hurt them (physically/emotionally). But clearly, that was not a deterrent for them getting together in the end. So why the heck are Lucien and Elain different? Why is "Elain is so uncomfortable around Lucien" a continuous argument? It's so hypocritical given the fact that Lucien is the only guy that isn't forcing himself upon his mate.

Also, I'm sorry but some people (me...I'm some people) are tired of the "dark, battle-born, winged-warrior brother" and "previously human, traumatized archeron sister" pairing. Elain and Lucien are both associated with nature, they're both social and like interacting with people, they both experienced a deep love previously, they both abhor violence, they are both overlooked by others yet have the ability to see what others can't. They are a compatible pairing to me because they share many characteristics that are harmonious and complementary. They are the anti-thesis of Night Court aesthetics and thought, and if they ever have a book together then I can only hope it's the best one in the series.

And yes, the "Elain needs sunshine" and "Lucien is the heir to the Day Court" connection is important, my goodness. That's what symbolism is!

Sometimes it's that simple.

Okay, that's enough shipping discourse from me.

[readychilledwine]

Pet Play

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you like total power play exchanges, welcome to the world of Pets.

Pet Play is a type of power exchange, typically a total power exchange, between a dom and sub. Your dom in these situations typically falls into 1 of 4 categories: owner, master, trainer, or alpha-pet. There are a variety of different roles the subs can take, but the most common are puppy play, kitten play, bunny play, or horse play, and each type of pet play tends to lead to different forms kink mix ins, how play is handled, and what role the dom falls into.

In pet play, a variety of kinks can be mixed in, such as bondage, degradation/humiliation, punishment, praise, and reward. It also isn't uncommon to see food play, breath play, and collar and leashing (a kink we will dive deeper into with Hunt) as well. Pets will have a variety of outfits based on their moods, from full latex hound masks to something as simple as a pair of bunny ears, subs get to decide how deep into play they are before handing over their submission.

One consistent with pet play from everyone I've asked in the community is tails and ears, especially in bunny play, which won the poll post. Bunny play is known to be a gentle form of pet play typically done with a submissive who enjoys praise, cuddles, and more of a gentle interaction but enjoys being "fucked stupid like a dumb little bunny." And let me tell ya, hearing that come out of the doms mouth has me sweating.

I hope any of you who partake in pet play enjoy this fic, and those of you who don't still enjoy Eris and reader banging it out. This is a type of play I've always found interesting but never tried, so I did a lot of digging and talking to my friends and people in the BDSM community who do partake

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - degradation and de.... defaeitazation of reader, reader sleeps in a cage, bondage, tailplug, smut

The growl that left Eris was primal and dark as he made eye contact with you. You sat in your little cage on your calves, wiggling with anticipation. "Did you get out and get dressed all pretty for me, baby?" You only smiled waiting for him to open the gate and let you out despite the fact that you could, and clearly had.

During his meeting with his father, you changed out of the pink lace babydoll you had been wearing and into a tight white corset with white lace panties and stockings. You had put in your bunny ears after curling and putting your hair in low pigtails. Eris knew there was a fluffy little tail waiting for him in those crotchless panties.

This was his favorite bunny outfit you owned. You wore it on nights when you knew Eris needed two things:

1) a submissive sweet little bunny to love and cuddle.

2) a sweet little bunny who loved nothing more than himself cock pounding into her until she couldn't think.

He picked up the collar and leash, bending his knees to be eye level with you, and opened the gate. He secured the collar around you, kissing you gently before standing and walking. You stayed on all fours, following him while looking up to him and waiting for commands. Eris settling into the sofa, coiling the leash around his hand a few times before yanking you between his legs.

His cock was already straining and leaking in his pants. Your submission alone was enough for Eris, but the outfit, the trust in him, that really got the heir.

He felt you kissing and mouthing at his pants, already aching for him. "Gods, you are a desperate little thing, aren't you? My sweet little bunny with not a single thought in her head but my cock, isn't that right?"

He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to nod while he smirked. "The big question is, do I pamper my little bunny tonight, or fuck her?" You didn't let the whine escape, continuing to look at him with wide desperate eyes. He chuckled darkly. "You should have thought about it harder when you agreed to no noises or speaking until I gave permission, huh?"

You didn't nod, blinking twice at him and wiggling again. You were shamelessly and completely soaked, mind falling into that pretty petspace as you waited for play to begin.

He began unlacing his pants, pulling them down enough for his waiting cock to spring free. He yanked the leash again, forcing your face against his length. "Well? Go head, bunny. Master doesn't have all night."

You wasted no time. You ran your tongue up his length before taking it into your mouth. Eris used the leash to guide your speed as you bobbed up and down, sucking and licking as you went. You smiled when he released a loud groan, head falling back to the couch and relaxed. You began using a hand to work what wasn't in your mouth, pumping and twisting in time.

You could taste his precum, causing a soft whine to leave your throat and your thighs to press together for friction. Eris looked down at you through his lashes before putting his leg between your thighs. "That's all you get until I say so, bunny. If you want to get off, there's your treat for being good."

It would have been more humiliating as you rolled your hips along his boot and shin, relishing in that much needed stimulation, but you couldn't find it in you to feel shame. Eris was moaning above you again, sighing in bliss as you picked up pace, needing more of his taste in your mouth.

You had soaked through his pants, moaning softly as you brought both of you closer and closer to the edge. He pulled your mouth down onto him all the way unexpectedly and came, releasing into your mouth for a few moments before pushing you back and working his cock to shoot the rest of his cum onto your tits and face.

He leaned back again, looking between you and his leg slightly annoyed. "Did I say stop, sweet little bunny? Get yourself off on my leg, and I will consider fucking you." You leaned back slightly, using your hands to brace yourself a little more and feeling that leash pulling taunt.

The angle you were at gave Eris a better view of your puffy glistening folds as you continued riding on his boot and lower leg. He switched the angle of his boot, forcing your clit to be in constant contact with him as he watched you move faster and faster. Moans and whimpers were constantly leaving your mouth, making his length hard all over again. "Cum," the command was gentle. "Been such a good girl. Need you to cum."

A desperate cry left your throat, head tilted back as you came. You continued to ride him through the high, soothing yourself as could. Eris stood, lifting you once you were finished before walking up to the bed. "Y/n," you broke character at the name, looking up at him. "I won't last long tonight. I've been pent up thinking about this all day."

You smiled at your mate, kissing him before bending over the mattress and allowing him to secure your ankles to the spreader bar that was built into the frame. "Me too, Eris. Missed you all day."

"I know. I felt it." Flames came tying around your wrists and pulling to ensure you could not move away. Eris ran his cock through your folds once, twice, and then pushed home, a needy noise escaping you as he did.

Eris began slamming into you. Hands holding your ass so he could admire your little tail. The plug had your walls feeling tighter than normal. Doubling the pleasure of each drag for both of you.

He opened the bond completely, the constant flow of pleasure sending shockwave after shockwave through you until you were no more than a drooling mess. "Fucked my sweet bunny dumb already I see." His voice was airy, strained with soft moans mixing in. He was so close, and you were too.

He reangled you, arching your back more to ensure he was brushing your gspot with each movement. At the same time, a hand went to your swollen bundle of nerves, making you scream in surprise and pleasure. "I know you have another one in there," he grumbled more to himself than you. "Cum little bunny. Cum on master's cock."

One more harsh thrust has you seeing star light and flames dancing in your vision as you came. Eris's name was a mantra on your lips, tumbling through them over and over. The squeezing of your walls on his length had him following behind you, sloppy deep movements ensuring not a drop of his cum was wasted.

The fire and spreader bar disappeared, allowing you and Eris to fall forward and completely into the plush mattress. You both laid there, deep breaths panting in and out as you did.

No words passed as he began to care for you, unlacing the corset, removing the ears and plug, getting you comfortable and naked before moving you both to the bathroom.

"Such a good bunny," he praised as you fell asleep in his arms. "And all mine," he whispered to himself. "My beautiful sweet little bunny."

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[exercise-of-trust]

seemingly cool fiber arts person i followed a little bit ago just put radfem shit on the dash, anyway the blanket statement that the only contributions of men to textile production are capitalist/exploitative and the only contributions of women are household-centric/victimized is patently untrue. while less of a documented presence, women in medieval europe [1] absolutely participated in weaver's guilds and commercial cloth production [2], and men have been participating in household knitting in all parts of europe for as long as knitting has been a thing there [3]. like i'm not trying to say women haven't been deeply excluded from economic opportunities in the textile trade for centuries but you cannot be making sweeping statements like that about everyone in every part of the world through all of history and expect them to be true. do, like, a basic level of research and have a basic understanding of nuance, i beg of you [4]

footnotes/sources/etc under the cut, sources are a bit basic because i just grabbed whatever was nearest to hand but they should suffice to prove my point:

[1] i'm only referring to western europe here because that's the only region i feel comfortable talking about in any detail without embarrassing myself. systems of medieval cloth production in european guilds are not gonna look anything like the systems of hundreds of servants employed to do textile production for a household in china. don't make categorical statements about everyone everywhere all at once, you will end up with egg on your face.

[2] quotes from "when did weaving become a male profession," ingvild øye, danish journal of archaeology, p.45 in particular.

england: "in norwich, a certain elizabeth baret was enrolled as freeman of the city in 1445/6 because she was a worsted weaver, and in 1511, a riot occurred when the weavers here complained that women were taking over their work" + "another ordinance from bristol [in 1461] forbade master weavers to engage wives, daughters, and maids who wove on their own looms as weavers but made an exception for wives already active before this act" germany: "in bremen, several professional male weavers are recorded in the early fourteenth century, but evidently alongside female weavers, who are documented even later, in 1440" -> the whole "even later" thing is because the original article is disputing the idea that men as weavers/clothiers in medieval europe entirely replaced women over time. also: "in 1432-36, a female weaver, mette weuersk, is referred to as a member of the gertrud's guild in flensburg, presently germany" scandanavia: "the guild of weavers that was established in copenhagen in 1500 also accepted female weavers as independent members and the rules were recorded in the guild's statutes"

[3] quotes from folk socks: the history and techniques of handknitted footwear by nancy bush, interweave press, 2011, don't roast me it was literally within arm's reach and i didn't feel like looking up more stuff

uk/yorkshire dales: "...handknitting had been a daily employment for three centuries [leading up to 1900]. practiced by women, children, and men, the craft added much to the economy of the dales people." (p.21) uk/wales: re the knitting night (noson weu/noswaith weu) as a social custom practiced in the 18th/19th c.: "all the ladies would work on their knitting; some of the men would knit garters" (p.22) uk/channel islands: "by the early seventeenth century, so many of the islands' men, women, and children had taken up the trade of knitting that laws were necessary to keep them from knitting during harvest" (p.24) -> this one is deeply funny to me, in addition to proving my point uk/aberdeen: "the knitters, known as shankers, were usually women, but sometimes included old men and boys" (p.26) denmark: "with iron and brass needles, they made stockings called stunthoser, stomper, or stockings without feet, as well as stockings with feet. the men knit the legs and the women and girls made the heels" (p.32) iceland & faroe islands: "people of all ages and both sexes knit at home not only for their own use but for exportation of their goods as well" (p.35)

[4] actually? no. i'm not begging for shit from radfems. fuck all'a'y'all.

[writing-fanics]

let’s take a ride

Jaime reyes x F!Reader

Warning: slight smut

[a/n: I’m still planning on seeing blue beetle again eventually or might just wait for it to release on dvd in December or November wrote this somewhat fast dealing with a lot of family stuff atm]

[Y/n] smiled as she sat next to Jaime on the roof. Of the newly rebuilt Reyes household. The two held a beer bottle in their hands as the looked out at the city, “So what’s next?” She asked him, and he looked over at her.

“Your a superhero now,” She said to him and he chuckled, “My favorite one might I add,” She said, gently nudging him and he couldn’t help but blush as he took a sip of the beer.

“Honestly, I don’t know find a job keep working. I still wanna help my family.” He said, and she smiled at him.

“You’re so lucky a family that supports and loves you.” She said, taking a sip of her beer.

“Me… mine could care less it’s always.” She said.

“You should be more like your sister, Elizabeth.”

“You should be more like your sister.”

“Why can’t you be more like your sister.”

She sighed shaking her head as she leaned back, “It’s frustrating, when you have parents who don’t appreciate you for just being you. And doing things that you like that differ from their perspective.” She said sadly, and he looked at her sadly.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. She smiled softly as she turned to look at him, “That’s why I’m happy I have you and your family in my life, I always feel welcomed like I’m one of your own.” She said to him.

“You are apart of this family.” He said, and she smiled gently nudging him. “So…” She said, nervously.

“Are you and Jenny like dating now?” She asked curiously, he looked at her confused. “What? O-oh no we’re just friends.” He said nervously and she quietly letted out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, I thought you liked her.” She said to him. Taking another sip, “At first i did. But then I realized I had feelings for someone else.” He said to her. And she cursed under her breath. Why couldn’t she just tell him how she felt without getting scared.

“Jaime.”

“Y/n.”

They chuckled nervously as their hearts pounded against their chest. They locked eyes with each other blushing, “U-Um, so if you don’t mind me asking who’s the lucky girl?” She asked, looking at him.

“She’s someone really special to me, and I’m lucky to have her in my life.” He said, and she could feel her heart breaking with every word he said, “She always seemed to make me laugh whenever I was down. I don’t know what I would do without her.” He said.

“She sounds amazing.” She stammered, looking down sadly.

‘Tell her Jaime’

Khaji-Da said and Jaime coughed nervously, as he turned his head to look at [Y/n]. “What’s her name?” She asked, looking at him. “Wondering if I might know her?”

“Her name is Y/n.”

“Y/n, wow she’s got the same name as me th-”

“Wait what?” She turned to look at him in shock. Her heart racing, “Y-You like me?” She mumbled, looking at him and he nodded nervously.

“I-I have for awhile honestly I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids.” He said, and she looked at him and smiled softly.

“I-I wow… I like you too.” She said to him. Her heart pounding against her chest as they wrapped their arms around each other smiling. After pulling back, they kissed each other on the lips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, while he wrapped his arm around her waist.

She moaned quietly into his mouth, as his hand traveled underneath her shirt. They could feel the heat from each other’s bodies. He placed another hand on her cheek pulling her closer.

Jaime was in another world of his own in this moment. Not even acknowledging Khaji-Da’s voice saying, how his endorphins and dopamine levels were off the charts. His heart rate even quickened.

She smiled softly feeling his lips against her over and over again. She placed her hand on his chest. As the kiss continued, his hand slowly made its way down towards her pants unbuttoning them slowly.

“Jaime.” She moaned into his mouth quietly. He placed one hand on her leg while the other crept its way, into her pants. Slowly making his way up her inner thigh.

He carefully pulled her closer, “You are absolutely gorgeous,” He whispered into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He rubbed his fingers against the fabric of her panties. She gasped into his mouth, as her entire body started to get warm.

“You two better not be doing what I think you’re!” Rudy shouted, from below causing the two to quickly pull away from each other. Embarrassed, [Y/n] quickly buttoning back up her pants she glanced over at Jaime.

“I-I should probably be heading back home.” She said her cheeks still red. She carefully slid her body down the roof and landed on her feet.

“Wait?” He called out climbing down and landing on his feet. “Um, let me give you a ride.” He said, and she looked at him teasingly.

She smiled at him mischievously, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” She said and he chuckled as he stepped closer to her. “I was talking about a ride to your house but~” He said to her. Smiling as he wrapped an arm around her waist, “Now that you mention it.” He whispered, looking into her eyes as she looked at him. His heart pounding against his chest.

Blood rushing towards his-

“You’re undressing me with your eyes,” She chuckled, as the beetle armor appeared on his body burning off his clothes. “Oh, I’m doing more than that.” He whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver.

He then kissed her passionately on the lips, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Yeah, I’d love to go for a ride.” She said winking at him, her lips plump from the kiss. He smiled telling her to hold on as they flew off.

[sleepynegress]

So, I'm Watching Dollar Tree The Gilded Age: The Buccaneers (I apologize that this is a long one folks because of ADHD Romantic Period Drama w/ ~Color~ tangents)...

Okay... So, I have to preface this by admitting that Bridgerton never has been my great big thing. It's a cake sculpted from cotton candy.

Pretty and sweet, but not much substance. And very much leaning on the "fantasy" so everyone can enjoy the costume romance fun (but it does please me to see my marginalized players, playing well...). -Using an author's works as a base, who not only started with an all-white palette but was flippant and insulting in response to the idea of inclusion... And yet...

I'm just saying, it is something that the woman who walked away from ABC because an exec didn't respect her enough to get a Disney pass for her family, went on to make that lucrative author's uplift deal with, instead of say, Beverly Jenkins. I love underdog romances that aren't the typical het white bread. Give me the canon gays (I never got slash...but I love when it's canon, especially with color), the big girls, the dark brown skin girls, the Black couples, and the interracials, especially when both are BIPOC and there's no lag in charm/looks in the lighter half in some expertly lit, dressed, confection that makes everyone look as gorgeous as they actually are and there's all kinds of soft plotting and chemistry. Bridgerton for all its lazy ways of handling color, gave that. Everybody is hot. And the people that studios have typically just pretended either weren't "invented" yet or were all living horrible tortured lives of enslavement got to get the sweet costumed wooing, will-they-won't-they, ~romance~ treatment. But... being an obscure Black history nerd... I'm neurodivergent, so I have some deep-dive GEMS that I'll mention here that I NEED TO SEE DONE WELL, before I die. FYI I called Dido Elizabeth Belle a good 8 years before that was actually made. It is frustrating to see some of the ACTUAL interesting capacities in which some actual existing Black folks in history who did live interesting, not tragic lives, not given the big glossy budget, well-written renderings they deserve... In lieu of what has now, firmly taken hold as a trend, colorblind casting in known white works. See recent adaptations of David Copperfield, Persuasion, Tom Jones, & Great Expectations,

and now, this The Buccaneers (which like I said, is Dollar Tree, and *worse* the colorblind cast sister Conchita is using her regular-eggular Cali accent and...is not a compelling actress & her man is a jar of mayo) and baby...them costumes are Reign-levels of anachronistic/bad. It's the lazy jump onto the trend Shonda exploded, and Mr. Malcolm's List started (yeah, that short film was put on YouTube a full year before Bridgerton debuted). So, my point... Instead of *just* doing colorblind casting in old classic white period works... I need to see these ACTUAL GREAT stories of and/or written by or about the colorful people who lived in those societies. And this is where it could get long... but I'll do my best to keep it short... EXAMPLES that were gotten right and those *I need to see adapted*: ____

Interview With The Vampire is inclusive color-AWARE casting... The showrunner went beyond and actually rewrote the narrative to make sure the inclusion wasn't lazily done, but actually improved the depth of the source IMO. And I believe the showrunner is a queer white man. It just takes empathy and effort.

Passing... is a moody slow-burn horror based upon an actual work written by a Black woman in that period, and adapted by a white-passing WOC who not only lived the theme, but rendered it expertly.

Belle is often pointed to as a good example, but my nerd-ass knows Gugu's beyond AMAZING handling of the material elevated it.

Too much was changed from the reality of her life (IMO), still...Most period dramas are about as "true" and yall know I was not a fan of Sam Reid's over-dramatic ass in this... (yelling in that damn carriage for what?!) but he is PERFECT in IWTV. Sanditon being made, despite the typical side-character Black character issues...really was a reset because Miss Austen had already envisioned, in her day and above her class(!) a Black heiress as a character getting the Austen treatment, w/o any modifications the salty and ignorant would prefer to think is beyond "true history". ----- I have a little hopeful part in my brain that wishes it had the power to will capable adaptions of the lives of Carlotta Stewart Lai - middle-class educated Black woman who became a teacher & lived an "Anne of Green Gables" type of Edwardian life (more interesting really) surfing, having "bathing parties," and teaching Hawaiians with her Black family, Portuguese, Hawaiian and Chinese friends on the big island... Her life was w/o the stereotypes people assume all Black Americans lived in Victorian/Edwardian "America".

Gustav Badin, a Black man who was "Chessmaster" of the Swedish Royal Court in the 1700's...was in charge of the Royal family's secrets after the Queen's passing, really gives me intelligent queer Black man energy in his portrait and lived out a non-tragic life in a VERY white space many don't know we occupied.

And The Hunters... Who already have a short film and I've posted about it here... but I would LOVE to see an actual rendering of their lives in the Klondike, with their gold and silver prospects and son grandson Buster and daughter Teslin in Edwardian Canada.

(that is Teslin at the highest point in the photo, named after the lake she was born at)

(and the Hunters' grandson Buster ice-fishing)

All this to say... Now, that I've thoroughly veered away from my review of a middling show... I WISH THESE DAMN SHOWRUNNERS used a little effort in research and imagination and gave us more "true to life" renderings of Black life (and life of color, in these romanticized spaces) that isn't tragic nor the patronizin inclusive "fantasy"... That feels like it's smirking at me while saying "we know you weren't ~really~ here, but here! have a cookie!!" These people existed.

You don't have to *just* make inclusive versions of white works with the lie that you have to do that because thee above people ~didn't exist~. Nor do you have to be lazy when you do!! (see: IWTV) Right now, for me... It feels like for the most part we're in a period of very shallow "advancement" in period rep. And I'm saying if little old me can find the actual stories that could make AMAZING true history-based media. Why can't the more powerful people do the same?? P.S.

You already know I'm fresh off being mad about that shitty Bass Reeves show...but I'm even madder because I can't even say, "just make sure its made by Black people," because Jeymes Samuel (AKA Bullitts) gave us skinny biracial StageCoach Mary!!!

---NO!! I will never stop being mad about it!!

DO BETTER!! Have the empathy and care for the material, regardless, and don't rest on "I know what I'm doing because I'm Black" That male gaze won out over truth in The Harder They Fall *smh*

P.P.S I get the feeling the lazy adaptions are about cash-grabbing, what they see as a trend, and being all the ready to jump back into the whitewashed business as usual, that ain't true to *all* actual histories nor (as Austen proved) fictions of those eras or spaces.

P.P.P.S. On The Glided Age!! I do love that the Fellowes drama has Erica Armstrong Dunbar (known for her book and research on Ona Judge -another figure whose story needs to be adapted!!!- the Black woman who successfully escaped enslavement from George Washington's household and was doggedly pursued by him throughout her life) and Salli Richardson-Whitfield as producers... so, Denee Benton's Peggy is authentic... but as much as I like The Gilded Age, I want to combine Fellowes comfort drama... with a CENTRALIZED Black character... Why can't someone do all of it correctly?? WHY??!!!

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Marry you (part 2)

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend proposed, your friends are happy for you, and still have to work.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, it was a suggestion from one of you, so enjoy!

READ PART ONE HERE | READ PART THREE | MASTERLIST

There was no reason for you to be doing that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help but duck behind a pillar when you noticed the crowd that was gathering behind the stage for the next panel. Most of the people there were working to make sure everything was working or helping the celebrities to get where they needed to be in time, and you felt ridiculous to be hiding from there, although you needed a few extra minutes to take a deep breath before going on stage. It was early in the morning, way earlier than you ever wanted to be awake and out of bed, but it would be a very busy day for everyone.

You would be attending the panel for the new Black Widow movie, which your character would be a part of, but you knew some of your castmates would be participating in other panels and interviews, many of which would happen at the same time in different locations inside the gigantic space where the convention was happening. One of those other panels, speaking of, was one that your girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, was going to attend.

No, scratch that.

Your fiancée.

Your fiancée.

Oh, God, Elizabeth was your fiancée now.

It had happened just last night and you couldn’t believe it yet. You did expect to wake up that morning and realize it had been a dream, but no. The ring on your finger made it all very real.

And what a fucking beautiful ring. It wasn’t too big or ostentatious, but it also held small engravings on the gold band and a round diamond on top. You still hadn’t gotten used to the weight of it on your hand, but you had smiled like a silly lovesick girl when Elizabeth kissed it inside the hotel room you were sharing before you parted ways to attend different panels that morning.

It has been an hour and you were missing her already.

Pathetically.

With a deep breath, you decided to peek around the pillar you were hiding behind, letting your eyes study how many people were still around. You didn’t know why exactly you were hiding, but you weren’t feeling like facing anyone yet. The ring on your finger seemed to be shining more than the sun itself, people would surely notice it, but you were also feeling a bit overwhelmed. You couldn’t stop smiling even if you barely slept at all last night and no one around you seemed to be in the same vibe as you, not to mention you could hear the fans outside filling the room as it got closer and closer from the panel to start.

You were about to hide again when you caught a glimpse of a blonde hair passing by and your head snapped to the side in time to see Scarlett Johansson walking slowly while typing something in her phone. You hadn’t seen her before and, for a moment, you were afraid she wouldn’t show up - which was ridiculous since she was, literally, the most important character of the movie, and of course she would be there.

"Hey, pss,” you whispered after forming a shell with your hand around your mouth. Now you were completely sure you looked like an idiot. “Scarlett.”

The actress heard you, luckily, and she raised her head with a grimace already looking around to see where you were. You waved to her and waited until Scarlett spotted you before waving for her to join you behind the pillar. “What am I, a cat?” She said as soon as she stopped in front of you, although she didn’t look angry. Just in case she was, though, you raised your hand to her eye level and pursed your lips as you waited for her to spot the ring. Which she did, just a couple of seconds later. “OH MY GOD!” Scarlett yelled in surprise. Her eyes widened and it seemed like she was going to grab your hand to take a better look, but she gave up on the last second as if she couldn’t believe it was real.

You knew the feeling.

“I KNOW!” You yelled back, not even carrying anymore if someone saw you there. You weren’t alone anymore, it was fine.

Scarlett finally held your hand and one of her fingers ran through the ring just to be sure she wasn’t imagining it. “What the heck?!”

“I KNOW!” You repeated still as loud as before.

Scarlett, however, had started smiling and she just looked at you with bright happy eyes. “Why are you surprised?” She teased you with humor.

You snorted, put one hand on your waist and waved with the other one. “Well, that was a hell of a catch,” you joked back before your face also broke into a blinding smile. You were so happy to be telling the news to someone, a friend nonetheless. You had no idea it would feel like that.

“Oh, honey,” the blonde laughed and crossed her arms, now fully invested in the conversation that was about to happen. “How? When? I have so many questions!”

Your heart swelled with joy to see your friend being as excited and happy about it as you. It was good to have people like Scarlett in your life, someone who would celebrate with you. “Last night,” you started answering her. You put your hand between both of you and, like magnets, you looked down at the ring at the same time. “Lizzie said she couldn’t let me go around with that stupid proposal as my only proposal, and then she just…” You couldn’t fully explain everything that had happened. How that stupid chauvinist had proposed to you on the panel the day before and how that led to your girlfriend making you a real proposal later that night. It had been fun to reply to the man with your usual sarcasm and joke saying he ruined your first proposal, but it was absolutely out of this world when Elizabeth asked you to marry her. Since you didn’t know how to explain how you felt, you just shook your head and, with wide eyes as if you still couldn’t believe it, you said: “Scarlett, she got down on her knee.”

Scarlett’s reaction was purely to humor you, for sure, because she tilted her head to the side and grinned while narrowing her eyes. “Where is this conversation going?” She joked and you shared a laugh at the double meaning of your previous words. Eventually, Scarlett just pulled you in for a thigh hug. “I’m so happy for you guys, really. It doesn't take a genius to see you're meant to be together.” She pulled away, already reaching out for your hand again to take another look at the ring. “Even if I lost the bet.”

You weren’t sure you had heard correctly what she said, or even if you were supposed to hear that, but it made you frown. “What bet?”

Yes, you totally shouldn’t have heard that based on the way Scarlett’s eyes snapped back at you and her mouth hung open. “What?” She was playing dumb, you could see that. After letting out what surely was a fake chuckle, she waved a hand dismissively. “No, no bet.”

“Scarlett.” You said her name as a warning for her to start explaining herself.

If the woman in front of you were the Black Widow, you most likely would be dead before you were able to finish saying her name. But that was sweet little angel Scarlett, who brings food on set for everyone and has a teddy bear phone case, so she didn’t stand a chance.

“There was a bet going on among the cast of who was going to propose,” she explained, saying the words as quickly as she could as if that could prevent you from understanding them.

“Are you guys serious?!” You asked with an eye roll, but you weren’t angry about it. Would you have liked to know your castmates and friends were making bets on you? Sure. But you didn’t exactly mind since it was such a small thing.

“Hey, I put all my chips on you!” Scarlett tried to defend herself, even going as far as squeezing your hand and pouting.

And, really, you were a bit honored by that. “Jesus,” you mumbled while pinching your nose. “Okay, fine, I'm letting that one slide.”

Before any of you could say anything, someone from the production walked past while shouting a warning. “Everyone, two minutes before going on stage!”

“Where's Florence?” You asked, already looking around to find the other actress since you three were going to enter together. You luckily spotted her chatting with someone just a few feet away. “Oh, over there.”

“Are you taking that off?” Scarlett’s question brought your attention back to her.

You noticed she was pointing at your ring and you immediately placed your hand against your chest, covering it with the other one. “What? Why?!”

Scarlett simply arched her eyebrows to your dramatic reaction before explaining what she meant. “People will notice it. People notice everything.”

“I'm never taking this off!” You affirmed quickly, also shaking your head. “I don’t know how I managed to convince her the first time, I’m not running any risks.”

Scarlett ended up huffing a laugh and rolling her eyes to the ceiling while moving her lips in silence, apparently saying something to herself. When she looked at you again, she had a soft smile on her lips. “You're too precious, I hope you know that,” she declared, which made your face turn head very fast. “Florence, you won.”

“What did I win?” You hadn’t even realized Florence was walking towards you two until she actually stopped by your side. She was holding a water bottle between her hands and she was sporting a small smile while she waited for an explanation. All you did, though, was raise your hand again. It was even funnier the second time, you thought while watching her eyes going wide. “Holy fucking shit!” And, of course, Florence didn’t watch her language like Scarlett did.

Not surprisingly, Scarlett slapped her shoulder like the older sister she basically was. “Language, girl.”

“I missed one day of this convention and Y/N got engaged?!” Florence ignored Scarlett’s scolding, but she looked at the other blonde while you laughed at them. “What happened?”

“Apparently, Elizabeth even got on her knee and everything,” Scarlett teased you with a shrug.

“Oh, sounds kinky,” Florence also joked as she turned to look at you again.

“Okay, no.” You shook your head. “We’re not going there. Look, they’re calling us to go on stage, we need to go.”

“You’re not out of the hook yet!” Florence shouted behind you after you walked past them.

“No, Flo, she’s on the hook forever now,” Scarlett corrected her and you rolled your eyes when you heard them sharing a laugh.

Inside, you were just happy they existed.

[...]

“Okay, so yesterday people started this little joke on Twitter,” the next fan started talking on the microphone after you were done answering another question someone had made, “and Y/N we all want to know your answer to that.” You just knew, by his tone alone, that you weren’t going to like the question he was about to ask. “Snog, marry, kill. Captain Marvel, Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch.”

If you hadn’t received an annoyed message from not only your agent but also from someone from Marvel, you would have replied to him with the same sass you used the day before to the fan who asked you to marry him. But you had been warned about playing nice for the rest of the convention if you didn’t want to have a more serious conversation about it. You doubted they would fire you - especially considering that Holland still had his job even after several slip-ups he did over the years - but you also didn’t want to risk it. They might end up screwing your character's storyline just because they could.

So, resigned to play nice, you got a bit closer to the edge of the comfortable chair you were sitting on and placed the microphone closer to your mouth. “Oh, that’s an easy one,” you started, pretending you were having this conversation with your friends so it wouldn’t feel too weird. “Kill Captain Marvel.” As expected, you heard the commotion around, but you kept going. “You know, I can't possibly date someone who can fly out of Earth at any second, I need some stability,” you explained, joking about the last part and drawing some laughs from the crowd and your castmates.

You knew Brie wouldn’t let you live that one, but you would deal with your friend later on.

“I would marry Natasha, 'cus she's a softie” You turned your head to look at Scarlett, who was already smiling at you. Still feeling grateful for the conversation you had with her before, and suddenly being hit by a wave of affection towards her, you leaned over to kiss her cheek, which made the fans coo and clap. “You know, looks like could kill you and could kill you, but is just a cinnamon roll on the inside,” you joked. “Aren't we all suckers for that?”

You received a series of agreements from the crowd and you dramatically raised your hands in a ‘told you so’ motion. You paused after that when your eyes met Scarlett’s again and you shared a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

After the laugh died, you kept the game going. “And I would snog Wanda because it sounds like it could be fun, but she's a bit too volatile to try to forge a relationship - I’m sorry Vision - and I’m playing safe here.” You finished your answer by putting the microphone down as you heard more laughs.

Florence leaned closer to you to whisper something to tease you about your answer and you laughed, but it took only a moment before you collected yourselves to continue the panel. Thankfully, the next questions were made for either Scarlett or the movie’s director, so you had a few minutes break even if you couldn’t exactly leave the stage. You tried to pay attention to what everyone was saying so you would know what to do if someone put you in the middle of a conversation, but you basically just set there with your legs crossed and one arm hanging from the armrest while absent-mindedly playing with your new ring.

Your engagement ring.

God, who did that happen anyway? How did you get so lucky? Lucky enough to have Elizabeth saying ‘yes’ when you asked her out on a date years ago, lucky enough to have Elizabeth loving you, and now lucky enough to be chosen to spend the rest of your lives together. There were moments when you still thought you were dreaming, but that was real. Very real.

You loved Elizabeth with all your being, with all you were, with all you had. You woke up every day because you needed to see her, to hold her, to talk to her, and you went to bed because she would be there with you. You never thought love could be such a powerful emotion until you met her.

You only realized your mind had wandered away when you felt a gentle hand touching your knee. You looked up and saw the interviewer looking at you expectantly, but it had been Scarlett who touched you and she came to save you without having to think about it. She repeated the question that was made with a hint of humor, so smoothly that no one would know she did that to help you out since it was clear you weren’t paying attention. Once again, you were grateful for the people in your life.

You replied to the question easily since it was about your favorite scene from the previous movies, and the panel continued. The last question, though, was once again directed at you and it made a giant smile to curl your lips up.

“Y/N, is that an engagement ring on your finger? Did the man from yesterday manage to convince you?”

The question was made by a young girl who held no malice in her voice, so you weren’t mad at it. She sounded curious and innocent enough, that’s why you smiled and looked down at your ring again. You hoped no one would bring it up, but that had been wishful thinking.

“Well, yes, it is,” you answered and were immediately rewarded with an eruption of applause and happy screams from the fans. You laughed a bit and raised your voice to be heard above all the noise. “Not from the man though!” Then, you waited until the crowd calmed themselves - and for Scarlett to explain to Florence what they were talking about since the younger actress hadn’t been there the day before. “But I guess I could thank him, too. I would, if he hadn’t been an asshole,” you joked. “My girlfriend proposed to me yesterday. She said she had to try to save my first proposal somehow.”

“Wait, you have a girlfriend?!” You heard someone yell from one of the front seats.

You hadn’t made your relationship with Elizabeth public, but you also hadn’t let your relationship status be public either. You just didn’t talk about it, didn’t post any pictures, and didn’t make any comments during interviews, so people just assumed you were single. It worked perfectly for you because no one was poking their noses in your life trying to figure out who a mysterious girlfriend might be or micro-examining every interaction you had with all of your friends to try to get an answer.

Now, though, you wanted to yell from the roof so everyone could hear that you were engaged. You and Elizabeth didn’t have the time to discuss that after she asked you to marry her because you got busy with the celebration and you both had to leave early that morning, but you knew Elizabeth wouldn’t mind you telling people about it. You would keep from saying Elizabeth’s name still, mostly because you didn’t want to ruin the peace your two lived in, but also because you were in the middle of a convention with several panels and other interviews to happen for the rest of the day and the next two days as well. You didn’t want your relationship to become the biggest subject of it, to have people ask you and her at every opportunity when you all should be talking about your characters, movies and series.

You and Elizabeth would find the perfect moment to announce it to the world, but that wasn’t going to happen right there.

So, instead of giving people more details, you jokingly allowed Florence to hold your hand as if you were showing off your ring to her and said: “Am I a lucky girl or what?”

The panel ended right after that, fortunately, and you all left while waving at the fans and saying your goodbyes. You had just stepped outside of the stage when you spotted Elizabeth leaning against some big black boxes with her arms crossed. She opened a smile as soon as your eyes met, and you wasted no time to run towards her and jump into her arms as if you hadn’t seen her for years.

“How’s my fiancée?” She asked with her lips pressed against your ear. She brushed a kiss right under your lobe and you sighed contently while your entire body melted against her. You heard her letting out an amused chuckle, but you didn’t mind. “I mean, I don’t know if you are my fiancée,” she joked and pulled away from you.

You didn’t let her go too far, though, keeping your arms around her neck. Elizabeth placed both hands on your hips and her smile never disappeared, as if she was just as content as you from having you in her arms. “What do you mean?” You asked with a pout.

“You wouldn’t marry Wanda?” Elizabeth asked with one eyebrow quirked. “That wounded me.” She put a hand against her chest and shook her head, looking sad for just a brief moment before you rolled your eyes and pinched her side, which made her laugh.

“No, I wouldn’t marry Wanda,” you reinforced before showing her your tongue like a brat. “I’m already marrying you!”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You barely had time to notice Scarlett and Florence approaching you two before Florence kept going with her teasing. “She did say she would marry Natasha.”

“If you’re not going to help me, you should be quiet, Pugh,” you jokingly snarled at her before looking at Elizabeth with a fake innocent face. You pretended to be methodically straightening the sleeves of her dress when you spoke next. “We’re not inviting Florence to our wedding.”

You heard your friend gasping by your side and Scarlett laughing loudly at your antics, but all that mattered was the way Elizabeth smiled down at you while shaking her head fondly. When she leaned down to kiss your lips, you met her halfway even if you knew you had to be fast. You two had a lot of work to do yet and you couldn’t run the risk of anyone from the press to snap a picture of you like that.

“You guys are the cutest couple I have ever seen,” Florence commented when your lips met for only a second.

“Stop trying to get invited back,” Scarlett teased her.

“Elizabeth wouldn’t let me out of this.” You turned your head in time to see Florence sticking her tongue out at the older actress, which earned her another playful scold.

“Oh, I don’t know, Florence,” Elizabeth replied with fake sadness. “I wouldn’t want to let the wife mad.”

“And that’s how I know this marriage is going to work out just great,” you joked before the four of you laughed again.

| this had been suggested by @jusnough

[rickktish]

A list of mutable batfam headcanons that live inside my brain:

Steph deserves to be 6’ minimum, preferably 6’1” or 2”

Bruce is constantly trying to balance his need to be at the same eye level or above the people he’s intimidating vs his need to do his funky little gargoyle crouch. His favorite thing about the GCPD roof is that it has lots of surfaces he can crouch on and still meet or look down at Gordon’s eye level

Tim and Damian suffer from “too similar to get along” disease and must either become best friends or despise each other until the end of time

Babs prefers light, natural toned makeup. Steph prefers pops of color and decent amounts of jewelry when she can get away with it. Cass prefers jewelry and no makeup at all

Jason’s comfort meals are all variations on soup served with bread for dipping

Jason is of the opinion that Fitzwilliam Darcy is an ass at the beginning of the book and it’s a good thing he decided to change himself so he could take his place as Best Fictional Man Ever. Dick, who read the book in order to be able to connect with Jason better, is of the opinion that Fitzwilliam Darcy has done nothing wrong ever and only needed to work on his social skills, meaning that it’s his improved ability to communicate that makes him worthy of Elizabeth Bennet at the end. Neither of them wants to listen to Tim’s analysis of what this says about their relationships with Bruce

Duke has never engaged in non-Alfred approved chaos. This is not because Duke seeks Alfred’s approval, but rather because their senses of humor are in perfect alignment and Alfred is always pleased to discover that he approves of Duke’s particular instances of chaos even after the fact

Damian never had stuffed animals growing up, but after being corrupted by Dick’s influence he can no longer sleep without a minimum of one in his bed

Damian collects posters and articulable action figures. His favorite ones are the ones that can stand on their own, which he uses for posing practice in his drawings. His favorite figure is of one of the characters in Cheese Vikings who has a zuko-esque backstory and a secret propensity for gardening

Dick always buys the most beat up box of cereal at the grocery store because he feels bad for them

Cass loves not only ballet, but other works by classical composers as well. She will unironically listen to the local classical station, and can identify the Borodin String Quartet by the sound of their instruments alone

Tim and Bruce watch and read Gray Ghost media in all its various forms and discuss it together as a bonding activity

Alfred and Jason’s shared birthday is usually celebrated with them making each other cakes, meaning that everyone gets to enjoy not one but two cakes for the day

Jason specializes in cheesecake above all other cakes, though he did make Damian a black forest cake for his birthday once right after he’d finished playing Portal

Literally everyone is surprised when they learn that Damian plays video games. No one has ever once looked at him and thought “yeah, i bet that kid plays console games” and he’s actually really insecure about it, but he also refuses to wear any kind of merch outside the house. He owns dozens of gaming and anime T-shirts but refuses to be seen as anything but completely neutral outside his own territory

Most of the bats wear drug-detecting nail polish at all times, though the base and reactive colors vary by the bat in question

Bruce and Dick have both had therapists straightup quit on them and are therefore reluctant to go back to therapy ever again

Duke’s favorite book is Walden Pond

Alfred read Lord of the Rings aloud to Bruce when he was a kid