#skinny jeans wizard

[pegglefan69]

Wasn't even a question of what I was gonna dress Norris up as- it had to be a sexy vampire. Happy Halloween! 🧛‍♂️

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my piece for the disabledstuck zine, which you can check out here!! it looks really cool all together ^_^

[id: an illustration of john, jade, rose, dave, and davesprite sitting together, in what is presumably a living room. behind them are a variety of posters displaying theirs and the alpha kid's interests, including, from left to right: a picture of kamina from gurren lagann, a national treasure poster, a signed & elaborately framed drawing of sweet bro and hella jeff hugging, a squiddles poster which has been drawn on top of to look like the beta kids, an image of schrodinger with cat ears and whiskers drawn on in pink, a framed photo of sigmund freud, a poster for the movie contact, a photo of obama with red hearts drawn all over it, a wizard print, a poster for bbc sherlock, a print for problem sleuth, a horse calendar with orange annotations on the image and every day crossed out in red up until the 26th of july, a printed image of jigsaw, and a printed image of lil nas x. behind all of the other posters and images is a large photo of neyteri. the wall is a light bluish grey, and the floor is hardwood. june and dave sit on a light green couch with a floral pattern. davesprite is an orange sprite who is slightly glowing. he has similar features as dave, though wing wears his hair in short locks and has a septum piercing. he has gauges and a black beaded bracelet. wing leans on the top of the couch with his arms crossed and wings tail floating behind him, looking over at dave with a lazy expression as dave talks. dave is a blasian person with medium dark skin, short curly hair, which is bleached blond, braces, and aviator shades. she wears a dark red hoodie, dark grey skinny jeans, and a similarly red beanie, as well as green socks with dinosaur bones patterned on. he has a star of david pin and a system flag pin. he leans on the couch and has one leg crossed over the other. john grins, seemingly laughing at dave. she's a chinese-brazilian boy with lighter skin, square rimmed glasses, some stubble, and long straight dark hair in a ponytail. she has his ears pierced and wears a trans necklace, as well as his typical tee shirt and a pair of grey cargo shorts. she leans against the arm of the couch. rose and jade both sit on the floor with their backs to the couch. rose is knitting a pink scarf, listening to their conversation while making an amused expression. it's a blasian girl with curly lavendar hair. she has dark makeup on, and wears a black t-shirt with a purple pleated skirt and black socks. she wears compression gloves and black earrings shaped like the star of david. jade leans on it's knee, sleeping peacefully. jade is a chinese-brazilian person with long wavy dark hair, streaked with white. they have white dog ears and a tail, though said tail is hidden. they habe rounded glasses and wear a dark green cargo skirt and dave's shirt. dave, rose, and davesprite have rounded chins, wide, flat noses, and full lips, while june and jade have slightly more angular chins, hooked noses, and thinner lips. john and dave both have canes leaning against the couch. june's is green and has an offset handle, and daves is a red folding cane. end id.]

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37. “We should skinny dip.”

50. “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”

[2.9k] or, in which you and steve take a late night dip. (smut)

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“We should skinny dip.”

“Are you insane?”

“Only partially.”

You let out a small scoff, the noise soothed by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the soft waves rippling through the pool. You turned your head to the side, finding yourself staring at the side profile of a slightly tipsy Steve who looked deep in thought as he stared blankly in front of him.

“It’s October.”

“And we just fought some asshole I thought only existed in Dustin’s stupid game,” Steve retorted before he turned his head to look at you. “This is like, what? The fifth time we’ve almost died?”

You snorted.

It never once occurred to you that taking on a job to babysit Holly Wheeler for some extra cash during your senior year would lead to you joining the local supernatural force squad. In fact, even now you aren’t totally sure how you got roped into it. Maybe it was a ‘right person, right time’ situation, but you couldn’t deny it was one of the best things that happened to you.

And, with the amount of near-death experiences, also the worst.

“You survive dark wizards and demon dogs—”

“Demo-dogs,” Steve corrected.

“But you want hypothermia to be the thing to take you out?” you raised your brows.

Steve rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the pool chair. He turned to you, hand extended and something mischievous shining in his eyes. “Scared?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Of skinny dipping?”

“You sound scared to me,” he sang teasingly.

“Oh please,” You reached out to grab his hand, heaving yourself up at the same moment he pulled your body towards him. The momentum was unexpected and made you stumble, your free hand landing on his chest as you tried to catch yourself.

Steve reacted much quicker, his free hand falling down to your waist to steady you. But your shirt had ridden up and his fingers were pressed against your bare skin and when you lifted your head, you couldn’t help but notice how his face was inches from yours.

“We deserve one night to just be stupid teenagers, right?” he murmured, his warm breath fanning over your skin and his hand squeezing your waist.

“Steve,” you sighed but you didn’t know what else to say.

He had a point. You had spent the last few years sacrificing your lives for the sake of the town, for the sake of everybody else. You deserved one night to just let go, to be the stupid teenagers everyone assumed you were and make stupid mistakes like skinny dipping in the middle of winter.

“C’mon,” he murmured, nudging his hip against yours and pulling your body closer to him. “I promise to keep you warm.”

Your lips twitched. “You are a bad influence, Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but the pretty face makes up for it,” he grinned as he untangled himself from you, wasting no time in pulling his sweater over his head and chucking it on the pool chair he was lying on minutes ago.

If you were sober and logical, you probably would have shut the idea down before Steve had even finished his sentence. But with the buzz of alcohol warming you and the adrenaline from your latest run-in with death still pumping through your veins, it seemed like the simplest thing in the world to skinny dip with your best friend.

The answer to all your problems.

Your eyes were stuck on him for a moment. The way the muscles of his back stretched and tensed as he removed the shirt he was wearing underneath the sweater, the way his fingers nimbly undid the button of his jeans before shrugging them off too. Your gaze continued to travel down as he continued to undress, all the way down until he was in his boxers.

“Enjoying the show?” His voice snapped you out of your daze, looking up at a smug looking Steve who stood—albeit shivering—with his hands on his hips.

“It was alright,” you shrugged, hoping the burning on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable to the man in front of you.

“You know, this is a two way deal,” he said as he nodded towards your still-clothed body. “Gotta strip with me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glanced down at his boxers. “Seeming a bit hypocritical there, Harrington.”

Steve’s grin widened. “And get nothing in return?”

“It was your idea,” you grumbled but it was light-hearted.

However, you tended to forget this was Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington: the guy who didn’t hesitate to complete a dare whenever one was thrown at him, the guy who had no qualms in speaking up in class and talking back, the guy who had zero shame in whatever he did because he was just that damn confident.

The same guy who had been your best friends for years and who you knew would do anything in his power to make the people around him—the people he cared about—comfortable, even if that meant stripping down to his birthday suit and leaping into the freezing pool first just to give you the confidence to do the same.

The noise you let out was a mix between a scream and a laugh as he cannonballed into the pool, the water splashing out and hitting your feet as you staggered back. Seconds later he broke through the surface, pushing the hair out of his face and grinning at you wildly.

“How d’you feel?” you called out, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling but that was just the effect Steve had on you.

“Fucking freezing!” he called back, his teeth chattering as he waded through the water.

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re stupid.”

“Come be stupid with me,” he retorted.

You pressed your lips together, looking down at the pile of clothes that laid on Steve’s pool chair and then the man himself in the pool. There was a look on his face, one you knew all too well. The one that made you want to join him in whatever crazy and questionable activity he coaxed you into, but the same one you knew that said if you backed out he would never hold it against you.

Because that’s just how Steve Harrington was. That’s how your Steve was.

“Turn around.”

Steve pouted. “Aw, c’mon! That’s not fair!”

“Steve,” you warned, and though it was playful, he still abided.

With his back turned to you, you hesitated for a second before you began to undress. And to Steve, all he could hear was the shuffling of clothes and the sounds of zips being undone, and it felt like a form of torture to know what you were doing, to not be able to see it nonetheless.

He tried to swallow back the lump in his throat, ignoring any thoughts on how this amazing idea from five minutes ago seemed like it was gonna blow up in his face pretty quickly. He didn’t think through things logically, but then again he rarely ever did.

Steve heard the splash behind him, felt the waves pushing against his body but he kept his eyes on the woods beyond his house, tried to let his body relax before he turned around.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” you gritted out between clenched teeth, a small laugh following. You turned to Steve, frowning when you noticed his back was still to you. You stretched your hand out, placing it on his shoulder. “Hey, loser, you can look now.”

“I know.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Okay…you can turn around now.”

“I know.” But this time the words sounded shakier, more breathless.

“Hey, you good?” The concern in your voice almost felt like a sick joke, a reminder of how stupid his impulsive ideas are and how stupid he is to go through with them.

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head. “Just gimme a moment.”

“You aren’t dying of hypothermia already, are you?” you teased, lightly knocking his shoulder and hoping that would get him to turn. But it didn’t.

“I wish,” he grumbled under his breath because maybe it would be a blessing in disguise for him to be put out of his misery.

Steve could hear the water splashing back and forth, could feel the water ripple around him as you moved. His eyes were clenched shut, his lips pressed together as he tried to think of whatever he could to control himself, to not fuck up years of friendship because he can’t handle a stupid, stupid idea.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you murmured and Steve’s eyes snapped open in surprised to find you right in front of him. He opened his mouth, ready to say something equally as stupid but the words died down when you raised your hand to gently cup his cheek, the other one on his forehead. “You don’t have a temperature, which I think is good but I don’t really know how the whole hypothermia thing works. Could be an internal thing.”

“Yeah,” his voice cracked a little as he spoke.

Your lips twitched. “Would be a shame though, since you promised to keep me warm.”

Steve choked a little. “I—”

“Relax,” you murmured as your hands traced down his neck and shoulders, dipping under the water until you wrapped your fingers around his wrists and moved his hands on either side of your waist. “We’re just stupid teenagers making stupid decisions, right?”

“Right,” he breathed out.

You smiled softly before you grabbed his face and pulled his body towards you, separating whatever little distance there was between you both. Steve’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the feeling of your naked body pressed against his, at the way your lips felt soft and gentle against his and the way your nails dug into his skin as you hugged him close.

It wasn’t until you nipped at his bottom lip, a soft groan escaping his lips as you did so, that he seemed to realise this wasn’t one of his dreams where he would wake up in his bed, warm and sweaty and in desperate need of a release. You were actually there, pressed against him and kissing him in a way friends don’t kiss.

“Shit,” he moaned against your lips before kissing you back, a hard and passionate kiss that held years of secrets and feelings behind, that made your heart want to beat out of your own chest.

His hands squeezed your waist before travelling down your legs, fingers brushing along your thighs as he murmured a soft ‘jump’ in between trailed kisses down your neck. You felt your back press against the wall of the pool, Steve’s fingers tracing along your hipbone as his breath tickled your skin.

“Fuck, you feel like a dream,” he whispered against your neck, the tiles digging into your back but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Dream about me a lot, Harrington?” The tease came out in a whine as his lips latched onto your neck, teeth grazing the spots you knew would be littered in soft bruises by the morning.

“You don’t even know, baby,” He lifted his head, his eyes darkened and cheeks flushed and, god, you had never seen him look so pretty. “Dreamt about kissing you…holding you…” his lips brushed yours as he spoke. “Fucking you until that pretty throat of yours is raw from screaming my name.”

“Oh.”

His lips tugged upwards. “Yeah, oh,” he murmured as he nudged his nose against yours, pressing further up against you and it made your head spin a little at the feeling of his hard cock pressed against your stomach. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you since the eighth grade, sweetheart. You’ve been driving me crazy for years.”

“Years?” you breathed out in disbelief, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his head duck down to lick a strip along your neck, a shiver running down your spine.

“Fucking. Years.” he ground out, the words against your neck felt ticklish as you squirmed in his hold, only for Steve to let out a soft moan. “Words.”

Your head felt fuzzy as one of his hands moved up your thigh, gripping onto you like a lifeline. “What?”

“Words,” he repeated as he lifted his head, his eyes cloudy with lust and something more. “Tell me you’re okay with this.”

“Fuck, Steve, m’okay with this,” you whined as his thumb brushed against your clit, your hips bucking into his touch but he quickly pulled away. “Please.”

“Sound so pretty when you say my name,” he murmured, almost like a half-hearted comment to himself before he kissed you, your whines getting muffled by his lips.

You were lost in the kiss, your head spinning and your body buzzing at his touch that you barely comprehended Steve’s hand disappearing between your bodies, his hand wrapping around his cock as he began to stroke himself up and down.

His other hand squeezed your thigh, parting your legs as he pushed his body even closer to you, keeping you trapped against the tile wall. He guided his cock inside you, pushing in with a thrust as your broken moans echoed against his swollen lips.

“C’mon, baby, know you can take it,” he muttered between soft pants, his hands a reassuring touch as you sunk down onto his cock. “Know you can be a good girl f’me.”

“Steve,” Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head thrown back as you felt him bottom out in you.

“Atta girl for me, so fucking good,” he praised, his hands falling to grip the edge of the pool as he felt you clench around him. “Fuck, so fucking good.”

It was moments like these where Steve was grateful for his neglectful parents and lack of neighbours. In fact, he had never been more grateful for anything in his life as his hips thrusted into you at a steady pace, your moans and whines the only sound you could make as your back scratched along the tiles and the water sloshed around you both.

“Steve,” you moaned, head thrown back and giving him complete access to do as he pleased. “I—”

“Shh, I got you, baby, I got you,” he murmured, warm breath tickling your skin. One of his hands gripped your ass, squeezing your cheek as his other hand brushed against your cunt, his thumb pressing slow, torturous circles on your clit. “Doing so good for me.”

The sight of watching you come undone on his cock was absolutely mesmerising to Steve, feeling the way you clenched around him like a vice and the little high-pitched moans of his name as your body shook underneath his touch. He had never seen something so fucking perfect and he wanted to see it a million more times until it was etched into his memory so he could see it behind closed eyes.

Soft kisses peppered against your cheek as he came shortly after you, groaning into your neck and biting down on your shoulders as he came inside you, your hands running through his hair to soothe him as he did. He didn’t think anything could make the moment more perfect and yet you managed it—you always managed to be so goddamn perfect in his eyes.

“As much as I love this,” you whispered into the comfortable silence, your legs still wrapped around his waist and his cock still deep inside you. “I am getting really fucking cold.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, lifting his head to press a chaste kiss to your lips before helping you both out of the pool and into the house.

Soft giggles and whispers were shared as you shared a shower, Steve pressing kisses along your neck as you playfully shoved him away. Snorts unable to be held back as you caught him staring at your tits one too many times before you left him to continue his hair routine, deciding to wrap yourself in some of Steve’s warmest clothing before sinking into his bed.

It wasn’t until you were curled into his side, your face nuzzled against his bare chest and your body drowning in his yellow sweater as you took in the faint smell of chlorine and the coconut shampoo he used, that he finally spoke up again.

“You know,” Steve started, his fingers absentmindedly trailing along your arms.

“You know…” you trailed off, nudging his leg with your foot. “Finish your sentences, Harrington.”

“I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it’s your moans,” he said after a few beats of silence, his cheeks flushed a light pink after the confession. He waited to hear you laugh or even jokingly tease him for his comment, but instead you flashed him a smile he had grown to love more when he was the cause of it.

“You should feel honoured, I don’t let many people hear them,” you teased, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You must’ve slept with some shitty people then,” he retorted, something quite like smugness washing over him.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Harrington,” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling yourself back into his side and finally giving in to the exhaustion that had sunk deep into your bones. “It’s big enough as it is.”

“You wouldn’t be complaining if my big head was between your thighs,” he grumbled as he pulled your body closer to his own.

“Next time, big boy, next time.”

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[sardonic-the-writer]

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[marlesbian]

The Lupin Family: a story (and headcanons)

The Lupins were a family of three: Lyall, Hope and Remus. They lived on a small farm in the town of Mold, Wales. Their house was small and simple, but incredibly warm and cozy. They were happy. Now let's start where their story starts: When Lyall met Hope...

He always saw her at the public library in a small town in Wales, she practically lived there, always with a history book in hand. He never did have the courage to talk to her, until that night. He was on that city for a mission, and it was to catch that vicious boggart, Hope had took the trail through the woods that night, after leaving her boring office job. She always had a very fertile imagination, so the boggart quickly took shape, and she started screaming, Lyall went running to her aid. He helped her and asked her out on a date. They fell in love rather quickly, the kind of love that felt like two were teenagers again, even though they were both into their thirties. They married quickly, within a year they were both married and moving together to Mold, their son Remus was born shortly after.

Hope Howell was a short skinny muggle woman, she had brown slightly curly hair, dark eyes and a kind smile. Her voice was sweet but spikey and she had a thick welsh accent. She mostly wore flowery dresses, in blue and greenish tones, she wore lots of braids and almost never let her hair down. She loved wearing the tichel to do her gardening, it was when she felt closest to God. She was a very kind mother and teacher, a great listener, even though she looked short and weak, she gave the strongest most suffocating amazing hugs

Lyall was very tall and skinny, like Remus, he had long fingers and a bony hand, he kept his brown hair short and beard visible, trimmed and organised. He had to look respectable, he had to keep appearences. He usually only wore earth tones and was almost all the time wearing the same brown suit and light washed jeans. He smoked a pipe but almost never drank. He was an atheist, like most pureblood wizards. they were really great parents, they didn't have much, not many people surrounding them, but they managed to give their son the best childhood a child could want.

They were literally SO FULL OF LOVE you could feel it in the way they looked at each other and that child was their whole lives. Their lives were basically all around Remus, Lyall loved taking him on walks and teaching him about animals, Hope always read him books, and before bed, the both of them read something for their son to sleep, that's why he started reading at a very young age. No matter how long they were married, they still remained completely in love and passion.

Lyall loved giving his wife theatrical kisses in front of Remus because he looked like a tomato whenever they showed affection in front of him.

Every Sunday night, after Remus went to sleep (or just up to his room) Lyall put out the radio on his favourite station, where they played the most romantic slow songs and he and his wife danced cheek to cheek in the living room until they got tired.

They also had a dog, a chocolate labrador named Luther, and Remus when he was little played w him like a pony, mounting in his back and running around the farm.

Their house was incredibly full of books, there was a book in every corner, everywhere you looked. the house had cranky stairs and always signaled when someone was going up or down, only Remus knew how to use them silently. Lyall was a great cook so he always made their dinner. hope had a huge green thumb and she took care of all the plants on their farm (her favorites were the flowers. They grew all sorts of vegetables on the farm and raised a few chickens but they mostly didn't eat meat. Hope was in charge of the plants in the house and Lyall of the animals, they raised chickens (for eggs), some ducks, they had a cow for the milk, and their dog, of course. hope always left some fruit outside and seeds to feed passing birds.

When Remus got bitten, just before he turned five, Lyall did everything in his power to change his mind about werewolves, he tried to distance himself from the wizarding world and only work as a farmer, working with magic when it came to treatment for Remus. They didn't have much money, but still, Lyall spent it all on research. In the beginning, he searched for a cure, a way to heal his innocent little boy, but when Remus was almost 9, he just looked for palliatives, medicine, and just the best way to take care of him. Lyall felt extremely guilty for what happened to his child, he was in a shocked state the first two days and distanced himself from his family because he didn't know what to do, he felt he had doomed and ruined his baby's life forever, but he shook it off pretty quickly, and spent every minute since, trying to make it up for what he felt he caused. But don't think that Hope and Lyall's marriage wasn't shaken by all of that, they fought a lot when Lyall spent all their money, when he couldn't look his son in the eyes, but they never even once thought of separating. They decided that even if nobody could love their child by being who he was, they would be the ones to, werewolf and all, they loved all of him. That's why they were actually okay when Remus started dating Sirius because they saw that Sirius loved their boy the way he deserved, loving all of him.

Hope wasn't very close to her family, they were either dead or lived in Cardiff, and they didn't visit often because they did jot approve of her life with no ambitions. Lyall’s family was almost entirely dead, saving for his lesbian sister (closeted) and his mother (who died when remus was 4)

After Remus started Hogwarts Hope decided to dedicate more of herself to studying and her career, so she started some research for University, so she could work full-time as a historian and researcher. Lyall worked most of his life in the magical creatures department. Still, after everything with Remus, he decided to leave the magical world and started working full-time as a farmer, selling their produce in the city. After Hope's passing, he returned to working in the Ministry of Magic. (I am not getting into details bc I don't want this to be sad.)

Lyall played the acoustic guitar, and some nights when he wasn't too tired, everyone stayed in the kitchen to listen to it. Hope knew how to play the piano and she was an awesome singer. Remus loved it when everyone was happy at home, he loved the summer days when he woke up and went to get the eggs, listened to music in the living room, watched his mother reading, waited for his father to get home from work, then they all stayed in the kitchen. Lyall pulled out the guitar and Hope sang. These were the best, and they happened almost every summer night

The Lupins adored music, they listened to the Beatles, Billie Holiday, nico, the Beach Boys, Chet Baker, Ella Fitzgerald, and anything jazz or blues (then, when Remus was a teen, he slowly convinced them to start loving rock)

The house was full of trinkets and had random things everywhere, they were somewhat accumulators because everything had a meaning or a memory to it Hope loved making jams and compote from the fruits she grew and she always sent one to Remus, she was also an amazing baker.

In the summers, Remus went to help them to sell the produce in the city, and that was when he made some friends, but honestly, he didn't really want any friends, he had his books, his parents and music, and to him, that was more than enough. It was a bit surprising that he actually made friends at Hogwarts, but his parents were delighted to hear so, even if they were a bit scared at first. They always wanted Remus to bring his friends to the farm and they were just such cool parents!

They befriended the Potters when their sons were 12 and visited basically throughout the whole summer.

They were the most supportive loving parents, they were sweet and caring. Hope showed love through food and quality time, Lyall was a man of few words but showed love through actions, he always moved mountains to make them happy.

I made them a Pinterest board because I ran out of space for photos, you can access it here

[winterspiderpurrs]

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Part2:

While eating together Peter's phone rings and he excuses himself. " It's my manager... this might be a bit. Steve you can show Bucky the extra guest room? Tony you can have my bed. I'll be in my studio for most of the night"

" I'm not going to take your bed I can just-"

" No no... it's fine. You will be up early anyway I'll get in then if I need to. "

Peter leaves the room, you can hear him talking to someone before he is to far away. There is an awkward silence at the table Steve glancing between where Peter used to be sitting to Tony and then to Bucky. After finishing a piece of bread Bucky wipes his hands and mouth with a napkin.

" Probably is gonna be busy... heard he released a new single the other day"

Tony and Steve perk up at that. Tony pulls out his phone, tapping away. A smile is on Steve's face. " That's great! I heard he was thinking about a new album, but it's been a moment since he released anything."

Tilting his phone up a projection of the music video appears. Peter walking bare foot in a dark room, skinny jeans and an overly large tshirt that says "I survived my trip to NYC" his hair unruly mess, he might have mascara on to make his lashes stand out a bit. A faint dusting of glitter on his cheeks. Before he starts to sing.

"The truth is bulletproof

There's no fooling you

I don't dress the same

Me and who you say

I was yesterday

Have gone our separate ways

Left my living fast

Somewhere in the past

'Cause that's for chasing cars

Turns out open bars

Lead to broken hearts

And going way too far

I know I used to be crazy

I know I used to be fun

You say I used to be wild

I say I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young"

Tony just stares at the up close face of a teary eyed Peter singing, his face blank. Bucky watching intensely but glancing up at Tony. Steve looking sad as he over hears some of the words that he knows Tony had yelled at Peter in their last big fight before Peter left. Steve thinks Tony was trying to find an excuse to push Peter away; especially since he knew he cheated on him on a drunk night at the bar with Pepper. After the big fight a month later, they were close to reconciliation, but then Pepper announced the pregnancy. Peter didn't have to be a math wizard to add up the dates.

So 6 years ago he packed his bags for good. Tony was able to set this place up for him. Had Steve as his personal body guard for a few months after. Even now Steve visits Peter off and on. Steve getting Peter into tattoos- his favorite was the type writer font of 'Queens' just under one of his collar bone. Tony jealous of how close they got but he avoids Peter if he can and just keeps tabs on him from a distance.

"Take one, pour it out

It's not worth crying 'bout

The things you can't erase

Like tattoos and regrets

Words I never meant

And ones that got away

Left my living fast

Somewhere in the past

And took another road

Turns out crowded rooms

Empty out as soon

There's somewhere else to go, oh

I know I used to be crazy

I know I used to be fun

You say I used to be wild

I say I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young

I know I used to be crazy

Messed up, but God, was it fun

I know I used to be wild

That's 'cause I used to be young

Those wasted nights are not wasted

I remember every one

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young"

Most people will probably think its about the party lifestyle he had at the start of his career. People knew he was seeing someone but the public never knew who. And Tony always made sure no one would find out. Had Peter dressing fashionably and made sure he had the right connections in the industry, but that was never Peter. With his geeky tee-shirt and big sweaters is what Peter longed to keep wearing. But he had to be " youthful" and "edgy" " carefree " Peter had wanted to slow down. He wanted to spend more time with Tony and be out. The big fight when Peter came out on TV as gay.

Being in the family... you won't get normal. The moments when they were safe in the penthouse in Manhattan. Curled up on the couch, whispering promises of tomorrow. In the beginning, it was clubs and back rooms. To make it seem like it was just a fling, it was not serious like it was plus it got Peter out in the clubs performing. Peter didn't want to be a dirty secret, but he was willing to push that aside. Take what he could get. But it wasn't enough.

After all the fights, they still cared for each other still. It's evident when they look at each other. They were in a good place now, they still didn't really talk, but they checked in on each other now.

Maybe, Steve thinks when he gets the chance he can explain the history of Tony and Peter to Bucky. How Tony discovered Peter when he was 16, brought him around the 'family' once he was 18 and the break up when Peter was 22. Or how Steve loved to escape and spend time with Peter and how one night at a bar they went a little to far....

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This is a Lil messy cause I ended up mushing two ideas together and just wanted to get it posted! Hopefully yall still like it!

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Princess of Slytherin: Harry Potter x child princess reader platonic.

Age: 11. Reader Chan is a young princess starting her first year at Hogwarts. She is sorted into Slytherin and is the only first year. Takes place during prisoner of Azkaban. Ps she has heterochromia.

Warning: death.

K/N: Kingdom name.

You are sitting at your desk doing your math lessons on potions until you heard a tapping noise from your window. Looking up from the now finished paper you saw a milky white owl with a letter in its beak “Thank you.” You said to the owl giving it a mouse and watching it fly away with its meal.

You looked down at the letter with the Hogwarts symbol on it and carefully opened the envelope with clammy hands and your eyes closed.

Slowly opening your Green and charcoal eyes you saw that the letter read “Dear Princess Y/N L/N of K/N we are happy to announce that you are accepted into Hogwarts. We are looking forward to meeting you in person. You arrive on September 1 sign Professor McGonagall.” You then saw a list of stuff you needed such as books, robes, a wand and a pet specifically an owl, cat, rat or toad.

You began dashing out of your room towards the throne room where you knew your grandmother was while dodging servants, guards, nannies and your tutors along the way “Princess Y/N L/N it is unladylike to run in the palace.” One of your tutors said “Sorry.” You said slowing down a bit with your acceptance letter in hand “Ohh congratulations your highness.” Said tutor said followed by the people in the hall “Thank you all.” You said disappearing from sight.

You finally made it to the throne room and saw your grandmother who raised you after your parents died suddenly when you were a baby. She was sitting on her silver throne with green silks surrounding it with a loving smile on her face “My grandchild! What has excited you so?” She asked until you held up your acceptance letter “I got accepted mama.” You said in excitement “That’s wonderful news dear. We shall go shopping immediately for your school supplies.” She said as you went to your room to Chang into more comfortable clothes such as a f/c sweater with skinny jeans and f/c converse.

You and your grandmother are at the fire place with a few guards but one of them was holding a bowl of strange powder “Mama why are we at the fireplace?” You asked her as she smiles “you’ll see she said taking your hand and a fist full of powder then she said a spell “Diagon alley.” She chanted and both of you are engulfed in green flames.

You both are now in front of a shopping place filled with wizards and witches with pets “Y/N my dear welcome to Diagon alley.” She said as your looking around in awe “Wow. This is where we are getting my supplies?” You asked “Yes but first we must go to the bank for your money.” She said leading you to a building that said “Gringrotts wizarding bank.” You read the sign on the building while walking towards it.

Once you’re inside the building you saw goblins working around and helping people make deposits or withdrawals. You and your grandmother walked over to a goblin while she pulls a key out of her cardigan “Excuse me? I would like to make a withdrawal for Y/N L/N.” She said catching the goblins attention “Princess Y/N L/N?” He asked looking at you “My god! Yes of course you’re majesty.” He said taking the key and leading you to a vault with a lot of bronze knuts, silver sickles and golden galleons “So what brings the queen and princess to the bank?” He asked “Would you like to tell him darling?” Your grandmother asked “I’ve been accepted into Hogwarts.” You said happily “ahh yes! You need the proper amount of money for supplies.” He said helping you with the right amount with it in a sack “Thank you.” You said taking the sack and putting it in your purse “Have a good day your highness’s.” The goblin said as you and your grandmother walked out of the bank.

“Where to now Mama?” You asked “Now we have to get your books.” She said walking towards a shop that said “Flourish and Blotts.” You walked in and immediately found the school books section “Potions, dark arts.” You heard your grandmother name the books you needed this year “Ahh yes they have them all here let’s go check them out.” She said handing them to you and leading you to the check out counter “Excuse me? I would like to buy these books please.” You told the man behind the counter handing him the books “Ahh I see your attending Hogwarts.” He said checking them out and putting the books in a bag “You may wanna be careful with the monster books they are bitters.” He said giving you the bag “Thank you.” You told the man while giving him the right amount of change and walked out with your grandmother.

“Now to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get your robes.” She said walking to another shop. You saw a lot of robes in different styles and sizes on manikins “Ahh good afternoon ladies! What can I get for you two?” A kind woman asked walking up “My granddaughter needs robes for school. She’s going to Hogwarts.” You’re grandmother said to the woman who smiled “oh I’ll need her measurements.” The lady said running to the back to get a measuring tape.” Once she came back she asked you to step on a stool “Stand right here dear and lift your arms up.” She said as you did what she told you “Oh my. Your quite small for an 11 year old.” She said allowing you to get down from the stool while she ran in the back again “Is that bad Mama?” You asked your grandmother “That is concerning. Have you’ve been eating alright dear?” She asked “Yes I’ve been eating alright.” You answered your grandmother until the lady came back with the smallest robes she has “try these on.” She said handing you a summer robe that fit you greatly “ok now this one.” She gave you a winter robe this time that fits you as well “Wonderful they fit.” She said leading you and your grandmother to the register to pay while at the register you saw packets of black tights on sale so you grabbed two and put them on the counter so she can put them in a bag “Have a lovely school year dear.” She said as you gave her the right amount of money “Thank you have a lovely day as well.” You said taking the bag and following your grandmother.

“Time to go to Ollivanders for your wand.” She said leading you to your third stop. “Ahh afternoon ladies.” A man said walking towards you and your grandmother “Afternoon. My grandchild needs a wand! She’s going to Hogwarts this year.” Your grandmother said “Y/N L/N sir.” You said giving the man your name making his eyes widen “Y/N L/N? Princess Y/N L/N! My it’s an honor your parents came to my shop for their wands when they were first years.” He said fondly making your grandmother smile “Let’s start looking for a wand for you.” He said “Try this one.” He said giving you a cherry wood wand. Waving it around it only sparked and caused a paper to catch fire “Sorry.” You said as Ollivander puts the fire out “quite alright. Let’s keep looking.” after trying out 15 wands you still didn’t find a wand right for you “I wonder.” He said walking over to a shelf and pulled out a square box “Try this.” He said handing you the box. Opening it you saw a lovely silver necklace of a snake with emeralds on the snake and a teardrop shaped emerald dangling from it “It looks lovely! Give it a go dear.” Your grandmother encouraged you gladly put the necklace on and waved your hands around making butterflies fly around you “You found your wand. Or magic necklace in this case.” He said as you paid him “Thank you so much.” You said walking out of the shop very happy.

After the wand shop you saw that it’s 2:00PM “Let’s have lunch. Then we can get you a pet.” Your grandmother said as your heading to a restaurant for lunch.

After lunch you and your grandmother went to the last shop for your pet “Magical Menagerie.” You can hear hooting, screeching, meowing, croaking and chittering. Walking in you saw many pets and decided to look around while your grandmother spoked with the manager.

You saw a pin of cats and saw a pitch black kitten sleeping peacefully, you gently petted its head making it wake up and meow curiously at you and lick your hand “She seems to like you.” The manager said “I want this one mama.” You said liking the kitten as well “Of course dear. It seems really fond of you.” She said as your walking to the register with your new kitten “What would you like to name her?” The manager asked getting the supplies the kitten needed “Midnight.” You said excitedly “Midnight it is.” she said allowing you to sign the papers while she puts Midnight in her cage.

After you left the pet shop you and your grandmother made your way back to the muggle world and returned to the palace at 4:00 PM.

Later in September 1:

At 6:30 you woke up and started getting ready for the journey to Hogwarts and say goodbye to the palace staff.

You didn’t get to eat breakfast because the train departed at 7:30 so you and your grandmother left the palace after getting ready with your belongings in trunks and in the back of the carriage.

During the ride your grandmother gave you your train ticket that she got three days before you had to leave.

Later at the station you got a trolley to put your belongings and Midnight on then continue walking towards the station but your grandmothers owl Lofty flys towards her “I thought I canceled that meeting. Y/N my dear I’m needed at a meeting. You have to go without me.” She said upset while hugging you “Go on Mama. I can handle myself.” You told your grandmother hugging her back “I will see you at a break or during the summer.” She said tearfully kissing your forehead and walking off back to the muggle world and to the palace “Looks like it’s just us for now Midnight.” You said walking on until you saw a boy a bit older than you disappear at a pillar with an elderly woman saying goodbye to him “Excuse me ma’am!? Is this how you get to the Hogwarts express?” You asked her “Yes it is dear. I see your a first year, all you have to do is run straight into that wall and you’r at the train.” She said giving you the instructions “Ok thank you ma’am.” You said thanking the woman doing as she said you are running into the pillar while hearing the lady say “Such a polite girl.” and you’re In front of the train to Hogwarts “We made it girl.” You told Midnight who meowed in excitement making you laugh as your walking to the train where the conductor would be to take tickets.

A few moments later:

You handed your ticket to the conductor who bows when he saw your name “It is a privilege Princess Y/N.” He said allowing you on while train staff took your luggage and Midnight to the back of the train.

Your walking around the train to find that almost all the carts were taken until you saw one with three kids a bit older then you walking into it and a man named Lupin asleep “Excuse me is this full?” You asked “No come on in.” The boy with glasses said “Thank you. Oh you’re Harry Potter, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said remembering the news papers you saw for the past two years “I’ve never seen you in Hogwarts before. I’m Hermione, Hermione Granger. That’s Ron Weasley over there.” The brown haired older girl said introducing herself and the red haired boy “Oh this is my first year in Hogwarts. And I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You said making their eyes widen “Y/N L/N, as in Princess Y/N L/N of K/N?” Ron asked until the train started stopping “Why are we stopping we can’t be there already!?” Hermonie asked puzzled until Ron spoke “I think I saw something moving.” He said as frost appeared on the windows “What the?” You asked in shock as the room grew cold. You see something moving from the sliding glass door of the cart, flowing tattered robes swayed in the breeze and a bony hand sled the door open revealing a ghostly figure that floated towards you and Harry it was whispering something strange and you can hear a woman shouting your name “Y/N.” Then everything went black.

“princess Y/N? Harry? Can you hear me?” Hermione asked as your slowly regaining consciousness “eat this. It will give you your strength back. It’s chocolate.” The man Lupin said “Thank you.” You said taking the chocolate as Lupin and the older kids began to talk. A few hours later you, Hermione and the boys changed into your robes.

After you put on your all black robes you saw that they were in house Gryffindor “Can’t wait to see what house you’re in princess Y/N.” Ron said placing a hand on your shoulder making Harry and Hermione smile “There’s no need to call me princess. We are schoolmates after all. Just call me Y/N.” You said not liking formalities “wether what house you’re in I hope we can be friends.” Hermione said “Even if you were put in Slytherin we will still be your friends.” Harry said in a supportive manner.

After the train stopped all of you walked out of the train carful of the rain and into buggies that drove all of you the rest of the way to Hogwarts making you excited but nervous at the same time.

Once you’re at the school you are greeted by the professors and headmaster Dumbledor “Welcome Y/N L/N.” He said happy to have a new student making you smile “It’s wonderful to be here headmaster Dumbledor.” You said walking in with your fellow schoolmates towards the dining hall where a chorus was singing the popular spell from Macbeth with toads in their hands and candles floating around them with a conductor conducting them.

After the song played Dumbledor gave his speech and introduced the new staff members then he introduced you “And this year we have a new student joining us. Please give a warm welcome to princess Y/N L/N of K/N.” He said giving you the cue to stand as the room went silent and eyes stared at you in awe “Hello everyone.” You said “We shall sort her into a house immediately.” He said as professor McGonagall conjured the sorting hat.

You walked up to the staff and let Professor McGonagall put the hat on you “Alright let’s see what house you should be put in your highness.” The hat said thinking long and hard “Let’s see. Oh Slytherin. Looks like Malfoy just earned his princess.” The hat said making your eyes widen while everyone clapped followed by whispers until a tall man in all black with short black hair came up to you “Welcome to slytherin little one. I look forward to seeing you in potions class.” He said walking back to the staff table while you made your way to your new houses table earning the eyes of your new house mates “Hey Draco it’s your new princess.” A chubby boy said as you sat down besides a blonde haired boy a bit older than you who looks down at you with a faint smile “Hello princess.” He whispered to you ‘I will protect her.’ He thinks to himself unaware of Professor Snapes and the golden trio having the same thoughts.

After dinner everyone is escorted to their dorm rooms but Dumbledor and Gonagall stopped you “Princess Y/N when I sensed that you were turning 11 we had a room made just for you in advance since you’re our only first year.” She said as she and Dumbledor led you to a room opposite of the slytherin girls room.

You saw that the room had green colored walls with silver and black trimming, green, black and silver curtains, the queen size bed had green sheets with a comforter of the slytherin’s crest on it and green curtains hanging on a wooden canopy, the floor had a green carpet with a rug of the slytherin crest, a silver wardrobe with green trim that had your new uniform in it, a vanity with some makeup and black nail polish on it, you’re luggage was sitting neatly on the bed and you saw Midnight was let out of her cage and was sitting on her kitty bed “Hi Midnight.” You said as she happily ran to you with a meow “we’ll let you get settled in.” Dumbledor said walking out with professor Gonagall “We have a room all to ourselves girl.” You told midnight who meowed happily while you unpacked starting with your clothes and robes that you saw are no longer solid black but had green on them with the slytherin’s crest on them and hung them in your wardrobe where you saw your uniform blouses on hangers, a drawer of school skirts and school shoes on top of the drawers. You then put your casual clothes away with help from magic, your school books, diary and fantasy novels on a book case and Midnights stuff in a neat corner.

After unpacking you went to your private bathroom to bathe since it was a long day and you had class in the morning.

After bathing you put on a black nightgown with a matching chiffon cover up, brushed your hair and braided it then did your nails and used magic to dry them.

The next day:

You are awaken by a ghost telling you that it was time to start getting ready for classes.

After taking a bath you put your new uniform on along with a pair of your new tights and your magic necklace then did your hair in a high ponytail with your bangs framing your face.

(You get the choker at breakfast.)

After getting dressed you and your housemates walked out of the dorm to the cafeteria for breakfast “Morning Princess.” Draco said bowing making everyone else do the same “There is no need for that we are house mates after all and please just call me Y/N.” You said as all of you made your way to breakfast.

At breakfast:

You are sitting with your house eating breakfast and chatting with your fellow slytherin’s when you saw a familiar owl flying with a box in its talons and a letter in its beaks “Hello Lofty.” You said as she puts the box on the table and gently places the letter in your hand then flew offs. You opened up the letter and saw that it was from your grandmother “Dear Y/N this was a gift from your parents, it has a protection spell and the gem will turn into the color of your house I hope it serves you well Love Mama. Ps I heard you are in Slytherin just like your parents.”

After reading the letter you opened the box to find a black choker with a teardrop shaped onyx hanging from a silver chain “Oh that looks lovely Y/N.” Pansey said as you put it on then watched as the gem turned emerald green making everyones eyes widen in awe.

At potions:

You are in potions with Professor Snape dual to you being the only first year you have the professors undivided attention. As your following the formula professor Snape wrote on the black bored you saw that something wasn’t right, instead of the brew being a slimy green color it was instead black and smoking.

Scared you did something wrong you called for your potion’s teacher “Professor Snape! I think I did something wrong.” You said fearfully as the smoke intensifies “Y/N get behind me.” Snape said pulling you behind him as the smoke turns into the creature you saw on the train.

Everything was a blur the creature floated towards you, a green shield appeared and screaming was heard followed by voices of more teachers and someone shouting “Riddikulus!” Then everything went Black.

Your eyes fluttered open to see a nurse placing a wet cloth on your forehead “Thank goodness you’re awake you’re highness.” She said telling other nurses to get the headmaster “What happened?” You asked sitting up while rubbing your aching head that felt like it was going to explode “You fell unconscious after casting that protection spell around professor Snape and yourself dear.” She said making you confused “I didn’t cast that spell.” You said confused “It was the choker you’re grandmother sent you. It has a protection spell in the gem.” Headmaster Dumbledor said walking in with professors Gonagall, Snape and Lupin and a man who looks like an older version of Draco but with long hair.

As they came to your bedside the blonde haired man spoke “So the rumors are true? Princess Y/N is attending Hogwarts.” He said smirking down at you “Lucius Malfoy! It’s an honor to be in your presence your highness.” He said bowing while holding his snake head cane “There is no need for that Mr Malfoy and please just call me Y/N.” You said until the doors open again “Y/N thank goodness you are alright.” Draco said with Gregory and Vincent following behind him and the golden trio walking in soon after “Father what are you doing here?” Draco asked Lucius “To see if the rumors about Princess Y/N attending Hogwarts are true. What about you son?” Lucius asked Draco “She’s my new house mate.” He answered making Lucius smirk “So she’s in Slytherin? Just like her parents. Son protect her with your life.” Lucius said to Draco turning back to you “It was an honor.” He said bowing and walking out of the infirmary not before giving a dirty look to the golden trio

(I know Lucius wasn’t in prisoner of Azkaban but I added him in my fanfic)

Months later:

It was almost Christmas break. One of your favorite times of the year because your grandmother’s schedule is free, the palace is beautifully decorated and the chefs make delicious food.

There was only a week left of school before winter break and you couldn’t wait to see your grandmother and the servants again.

Until Lofty flew in with a letter from your grandmothers doctor at dinner.

Worried you opened the letter to hear a recording of the doctors voice.

“Princess Y/N it’s doctor Newtails I’m sorry to tell you this the week before your break but. Your grandmother died from an unknown illness three days ago, we are so sorry. Apparently it is a curse that the woman born or married into the royal family is cursed with it when they hit a certain age we couldn’t do much I am terrified sorry. Sign Doctor Newtails.” After the recording finished the letter ripped itself into shreds and was carried away by the wind.

You sit in your seat in shock, you felt tears forming in your green and silver eyes. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop but soon the sound of footsteps were heard “Y/N dear you are dismissed.” Dumbledor said gently seeing the devastation in your face as the other professors had looks of sadness on there faces “Thank you professor.” You said getting up and making haste for the Slytherin dorms.

As your walking all the ghost and paintings said apologies to you with you saying your thank you’s.

Once you’re in your room you locked the door and slide down on the green carpet hugging your knees and sobbing until Midnight meowed in curiosity “Mama died girl.” You whimpered to the kitten who rubbed her head on your ankle as you rubbed her head.

Like this if you want a part 2.

BTW this is my first Harry Potter fanfic.

[bohobooks]

Description: After telling the boys that you shift to their universe when you sleep, they get extremely curious what it's like where you come from.

Warnings: None. Well, probably cringe. Also, Deek is a bit laid back, as MC and him have became very close. Just to make it more fun and silly.

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"MC I have another question." Sebastian stated as he pretended to browse through the books in the Room of Requirement.

"Well, that's a shock. It's not like you haven't already asked three with in the past 15 minutes," Ominis snorted from his spot on the worn emerald gothic couch where he lounged across from you.

You shoot Ominis a look, which he somehow must feel because he just rolls his eyes and continues twirling his wand between his fingers.

"And what would that be, Seb?" You giggle. Ominis was right, he was been quite inquisitive this past week after you told them.

"Do you guys dress the same as muggles do now?" He said as he abandoned his feigned search for books, now plopping down on the couch beside you.

"Oh Merlins beard, no. Honestly I'm sure you'd find the way we dress quite scandalous."

Ominis lifted an eyebrow, now seemingly interested in the conversation. Sebastian chuckled, "Come on, can you show us? It's just the three of us in here." He paused, glancing over at Deek where he stood throwing popcorn into the air and catching it in his mouth, "Well, four."

Deek catches a kernel and turns to the three of you, "Deek does not mind, Deek is quite used to the garb."

You blush as you turn towards Deek, throwing a pillow at him which he dodges and chuckles. Sebastian, sensing your discomfort clearly decides he just has to have details now, "Do tell, Deek."

"Well you see, they wear their 'other clothes' when they are alone in the room of requirement. They say that Wizard robes are, and I repeat exactly, "Way to freaking warm."

Deek was telling the truth, you would always switch over to the clothing you'd wear in your world when it was just the two of you. I mean, it was a rather hot spring. Why did robes have to be so damn heavy?

"Fine," You sigh as the boys glance at you expectantly. "But if I'm wearing clothes from my world, so are you."

You pull out your wand and flick it in their directions, and in the middle of Ominis' protest, the boys find themselves wearing rather odd outfits.

Sebastian jumps up and glances down at his outfit. He is clad in black skinny jeans as well as a black t-shirt, topped off with an dark green and black flannel. You inspect your work and smile, quickly conjuring a black beanie.

Ominis on the other hand sits up, hands trailing around his body to inspect. He wears skinny blue jeans and a black knitted sweater.

Sebastian walks over to the mirror against the wall checking out his outfit, "How weird. Honestly I kind of like it." He glances back at Ominis, "You actually look nice too, mate."

You smile and think about your favorite outfit. You settle on (insert your own outfit if you don't like mine) black high waisted shorts, a black tank top, over the ankle black combat boots and a flannel very close to Sebastians.

Sebastians mouth drops open. "Don't worry, I covered my ankles so you don't have an anuerysm." You chuckle.

Deek smiles, "Deek likes the changes you have made."

Sebastian smiles, thanking Deek, straightening up a bit and rocking on his heels confidenly. Ominis still on the couch, quips, "Would someone like to fill me in? Why are they talking about ankles?"

You listen to Sebastian describe all of the outfits and Ominis' face contorts to one of both shock and awe, "MC, are you telling us you can walk around with your legs exposed for everyone to see?"

"Oh Omi, this is nothing. Wait until you hear about bikinis."

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A/N:

I know this is silly, I just feel like they'd be super curious about where MC really comes from. Let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas on what else we could introduce them to.

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[vriendenboekjes]

clothing/fashion items i need to become or remain hip so i can easily get my hands on them:

bright green tops

wide leg trousers

wide sleeve sweaters to feel like a wizard

rugby shirts

mid thigh to knee length shorts

dress pants in fun colours

turtlenecks without the fold-over collar

all of these in natural/low-impact materials

clothing/fashion trends i personally wouldn't mind never seeing again in my life

skinny jeans

shoes that destroy your ankles

required makeup anywhere

[gerardpilled]

i was like 9 when hesitant alien was released so obviously i wasn’t in the fandom at that point, but now as a current fan looking back at that era where gerard was presenting more “masculinely” wearing suits and having short hair (insert tucking hair behind ears tweet) while also discussing trans rights and gender constantly and now tuck their hair behind their ears and wear dresses and clothes from the “womens” section (which i know now the gendered sections are stupid but gerard grew up in the 80s) maybe i’m being invasive but also i kinda wanna blow myself up

how gerard has chosen to dress and present throughout the years is really interesting and it does feel like what we are currently witnessing is the result of years of constructive progress, rather than any kind of regression period!

here are my long-winded and unorganized thoughts that i'll emphasize now (for brevity's sake) are all just my personal takeaways:

I feel like it's almost weird for me to see people refer to the HA era as "masculinely" because, I don't know about everyone else, but I almost viewed that era as gerard at his most feminine at the time. Yes, they wore the traditional "man" outfit of a suit and tie, but it always provoked more "ziggy stardust" and less "lounge singer" to me personally. Maybe it was the pre-existing decades of people calling Bowie effeminate and androgynous, but the whole alien aesthetic and short vibrant orange hair always kinda felt like an ultimate non-binary look. Not saying gerard falls under the label of non-binary, just meant the stage persona at the time felt like it transcended gender labels. I should also point out that although i was a fan and keeping somewhat up-to-date with news, I wasn't really aware of what he was saying on stage. When I was, well... I feel like I took it for granted at the time. I was younger (15) and never really followed celebrities in this way before, so when he was showing support for trans kids I basically had no idea it was so, dare I say, revolutionary (and still is today). This was also around the time they did the now famous Reddit AMA talking about gender-based therapy, so it really has always felt like an element of who gerard is.

If anything, maybe the period from 2016-2019ish made people forget this? He was showing up to comic related things with a beard and khakis and to a lot of people it was a big change. Nowadays it feels like people have a way more nuanced and respectable opinion of this 'hobbit/wizard' era, but for a lot of young, less educated people it was jarring.

For the whole 'women's section' thing: I get it! it's nice to see him wear whatever they want, but also they have always shopped in the 'women's section'. I get why people feel like a blouse means more than 'women's' skinny jeans, but also, it's just a shirt. The dresses and skirts, well. Truly, I never in a million years thought we would be here. Not from a 'gerard has come so far 🥺' standpoint (b/c again, I don't know him) but more I can't believe this is the current state of My Chemical Romance and they all are allowing me to see it.

Not at all arguing with you or disagreeing! Just wanted to share my standpoint as someone who was technically there for all this :)

[pegglefan69]

Norris wasn’t sure if his Waiting Room Friend was gay or a hipster. (The possibility that he might be a gay hipster, or even a metrosexual had also crossed his mind.) His Waiting Room Friend was short and fat and hairy and always dressed Mod-meets-modern or Peacock Revolution with the Technicolor toned down. Today’s outfit featured a chartreuse turtleneck and several strings of multicolor glass beads. His jacket– brown corduroy, with pointy lapels–was draped over one shapely, skinny-jean-clad thigh. His hair was wavy, tousled and dark. As always, he was stunning, but his clothes gave Norris zero concrete hints as to his sexuality. ... Their introductions had consisted of, “Can I get a light, big guy?” Norris had glanced over, seen nothing, and then looked down. “Oh. Sure.”  Despite his Waiting Room Friend being a foot shorter than him, it felt to Norris like it was the other way around. His presence was magnetic. It compelled him. They didn't even spend a lot of time together– just talking and smoking, leaning against the concrete pillars a little bit down the plaza –but the way he considered anything Norris had to say, however quietly or sporadically he said it, had Norris thinking about him long after they’d parted.

Chapter Five of my ongoing novel project is here! It's a long one! We learn a little about Norris' teenhood, meet his crush, & he & Rufus attempt to start their search for Rufus' apprentice, but run into a magical complication.

If you haven't started reading yet, & 'early 2000s trans Goth accidentally gets involved in a gay wizard’s revenge quest against his former apprentice/lover’ sounds like fun, you can start reading here, for free! 🧙🌈

[ashsocsandrps]

HOGWARTS LEGACY OC 💛🦦

ELDER JOY

`**GENERAL**

**Name:** Elder Joy

**Gender:** Male

**Job (If appliable ,House)**: Hufflepuff!

**Age**: 18

**Other infos (Are they muggleborn? Animagus? Parseltongue? Anything else that stands out?):** He has both pure-blood parents. Tho he was adopted from a muggle family.

**APPEARANCE**

Hes around 6'0, hes pretty tall. He's not very buff, but not skinny either he has more of a masculine frame. Almost like the type who looks like would kill you, but would bake cookies for you if you were sad.

BODY TYPE :

(Credits to whoever the face claim is!)

**Facial features (hair, nose shape, etc):**

He has short black hair, a bit spikey/curly, yet straight in a way, his hair is long enough to put it into a small bun or ponytail if he wanted. (He normally sides with the bun) He has blue eyes, like the ocean. Tons of freckles, his body is somewhat covered in them. About 85% of his body is just freckles.

HAIR : (Credits to whoever this is!)

**Distinguishing marks:**

He has big red birthmarks on his chest, and back.

He was born with big red birthmarks on his chest in back, not completely covering his whole chest in back, but it fills about 65% of his chest and back, it's not usually seen, due to it being hidden by his clothing, but if he was to wear no scarf that day, it could be seen on his neck, just a little bit if you look close enough.

**Fashion:**

I'm not sure what to call it, but he wears normally baggy clothing. Like a nice brown/tan vest, with a white undershirt the sleeves a bit longer as well, he wears scarfs typically, or some sort of coverage around his neck, so a sweater vest. He wears some tan/brown/back ripped jeans, with a tan belt around his waist (simply for style) boots! Always wearing some type of thick boots.

CLOTHING :

**PERSONALITY**

He's very shy, he doesn't talk much, but he's always there for his friends and family no matter what he's going through, he protects those he loves, with his life. He may not talk too much, but he definitely looks scary on the outside, but he's definitely a sweetheart. He can sometimes show anger, but he tries not to around the people he loves cause him being angry isn't him, and he hates that side of him when it's shown. He would still never hurt anyone he loves. No matter how angry he could get.

**Strengths:**

He may be tall, but he's very agile, constantly on the move never being able to sit still. He's surprisingly very good at handling plants around him, he uses them in battle, constantly.

And cause of his height he's able to run pretty quickly and get wherever he needs to go with ease

**Weaknesses:**

Since he's a bit on the taller side, he's a bigger target for spells. And since he's a little clumsy, dropping his wand isn't the best thing to do, mid-fight.

**Morality:**

He's very much a goodie goodie, but he would never snitch on a friend.

Snitches get stitches.

**Likes:**

He enjoys reading, writing, flying on his broom, beast class, exploring Hogwarts, spending time with friends, sitting at the three broomsticks, taking care of his beasts, farming his magical plants, helping others in need, and overall he just loves to listen to his friends talk about the things their excited about. It never hurt to be a good listener.

**Dislikes: **

He hates poachers, people who try to hurt others on purpose, clowns, a bad ending to a book, tripping on his own feet/dropping his wand in a panic, and crowded spaces, it just makes him very anxious with having so many people around.

**Fears:**

He fears he won't be remembered if he were to disappear, he's terrified of ending up along, or even dying alone. He hates being alone in general.

**Hopes/Goals: **

He wants to be a very strong wizard and show that being strong doesn't make you evil, even if you look the part.

And to make friends along the way, showing that anyone can be kind even if they look scary. Dont judge a book by its cover.

**BACKSTORY**

Elder joy, he was being adopted by muggles. Yes it was a big mixup, being a pure-blood, and then being adopted by two muggles.

But elder wouldn't change the mixup for the world.

He loves his parents like they were his own blood relative, but they were as close to family that he's got.

They raised him with only kindness, love and respect.

They were shocked to find a letter addressed to Elder himself, to such a private school they had never heard of.

Tho he would miss his parents, he was excited to be around such people, it was exciting to be around magic and beasts.

It was a bit overwhelming at the start, he was lost 90% of the time, and well growing up without any magic whatsoever or any idea of what it would be like, he adjusted very well surprisingly.

He was warmly accepted to Hufflepuff, and was a very smart student, never failing one test, he did it without studying surprisingly.

He was a natural with everything at Hogwarts.

FOR RP! : small starter <3

Elder was peacefully tending to the gardens after class, everyone had left but he sometimes got extra credit for the extra work he did after class.

He got lost in thought as he was nicked by the comping cabbage, he gasped a bit as he stepped away, seeing the small cut, he sighed a little as he grabbed some of the medical supplies from his bag, sighing in annoyance as he wrapped up his finger, thankful he wasn't losing a finger or worse.

He paused when he heard footsteps approaching, he was a little shocked to see somebody in the gardens so late, I mean he was always in the gardens, but nobody else really comes to the gardens.

STARTER 2 :

Elder was walking along the streets of hogsmeade, yawning softly as he looked into the windows of stores, he never really had the money to go shopping or to get much stuff outside of necessities, by his own choice of course, he didn't want to seem to be "flaunting his wealth" or anything like that.

He paused when he saw somebody in the distance just entering hogsmeade, he hasn't seen them before.

[microraptorreactor]

The start of my Destiny playthrough

I'm gonna be live blogging my destiny experience here to avoid driving my groupchat insane. To my mutuals who wish to not be driven insane, I'd recommend blocking the tag 'Spire's destiny rambles'.

To start off, I'm playing Destiny 1 + (hopefully) The Taken King first, watching playthroughs of cut early second game/paid first game content, then playing game 2.

Here's my actual thoughts on the first hour or so:

I thought those guys on Mars had the guns so they could fight the giant golf ball in the sky. Turns out massive ominus spheres are a good thing apparently.

As soon as I got to the character creator I pulled up fantasy name Gen and named my guardian. So now you get to hear about the adventures of Pyre-19. I'm sure she will have a fun and normal time.

Right off the bat Pyre-19 is NOT haveing a fun and normal time. I love stressful openings that plung your character right into fighting for their life but Pyre just woke up no way is she takeing this well. Homegirl struggling. Her ass does not know what a guardian or a ghost is (neither do I tbh)

I wonder, if she was a corpse found in a wreakage, what does she remember about before her death? Did she have friends? Family? Was she mourned?

Okay so city. Basically inspected every robot there trying to figure out who tf is Skinny Jeans Robot. I think people are right about it being Kayde-6 but the Fandom really has options huh.

Got yeeted back into the field for a warp drive. Apparently there's nowhere to get one in the city. Pyre-19 still doesn't know what a Guardian is SOMEONE HELP HER. killed some guy for the warp drive, so my ship is good now I guess.

Apparently the guy I killed for the warp drive is an arcon? And that's a big-ish deal. So now the warlock leader guy sends me to investigate some darkness or something. Pyre-19 would be giving him the most blank stare imaginable if her eyes were visible. Like please sir... what is happening.

I heard the word 'wizard' and thought I was going to beat up some guy with a pointy hat. Little disappointed it's just a flesh monster.

FINALLY A FUCKING EXPLANATION. Ghost said that I need to visit the speaker of the traveler or whatever. I was prepared to just get pointed at the next guy to beat up but hey! He actually told me some things! So the golf ball in the sky protects the big city, and it used to protect everyone, but darkness came and pushed it back. The traveler is dead/dieing (?) And made the ghosts to continue protecting people. Good shit. Liked this scene. Was surprised when Pyre-19 started talking tho.

Aaaand that's all for now! My PS4 lost network connection so now I have to wait for it to get that back, lol.

[black-star-kunzite]

Started watching Mashle magic and Muscles and whenever they play a hip hop/rap beat I just expect Mash to start throwing major ass bc ik he got a wagon in those skinny wizard jeans like they’re cowards for giving him them basketball shorts instead of showin the goods while he in that bodycon suit

[emeritus-fuckers]

Howdy hey I'm interested in trying the match-up event. I always enjoy reading the things y'all've written.

Apologies in advance if this is a mess. 1. Identity: I am nonbinary, use they/them and she/her pronouns. I'm bisexual and a bit on the demisexual side.

2. Who I like: I'm cool with either the papas or ghouls

3. What I look like: I'm 5'8" and chubby. I'm pretty strong and got some muscle so I'm built perfect for giving big hugs and cuddles (though it'll take a bit of convincing to get me cuddly). At the moment my hair is dyed bright red but it changes colors often. Both my eyes have sectoral heterochromia and are green with a bright blue chunk. I usually wear all black graphic tees, skinny jeans, boots, and fun colored socks that often show because i never find pants that are long enough in my size lol.

4. My personality: I am introverted but enjoy being around others even if it wears me out. I'm good with kids (I'm a human jungle gym at this point) and people tend to tell me their secrets and find it easy to be open/themselves around me. I'd say i'm pretty smart but I will do stupid things just because i'm curious. Folks i'm comfortable around will never hear the end of my current interests and I'm a complete goofball (I've been banned from being funny at the table because i've caused too many people to choke laughing oops). It takes a while to actually get to know me deeply because I keep things close to my chest and dont open up easily. I've got a lot of anxiety and some baggage that I keep hidden but I'm working on I swear. I can get really competitive over trivial things and can turn anything into a game. I sometimes go MIA when im distracted with whatever the hell i'm into at that time but when I reappear there's always something new to share. (I can tell you everything you never wanted to know about pipe organs!)

5. Interests: I've got the adhd so my interests bounce around a lot. I like making things and I mess around with a lot with different crafts. I do a lot of fiber arts stuff and I've also recently been whittling bears (I have a few around somewhere). I love music both listening and playing it. I play 8 instruments (violin, viola, cello, mandolin, ukulele, trumpet, trombone, and french horn) but I'm best with the violin because i've been playing it for around 17 years. I'm also teaching myself accordion and guitar. I play video games sometimes and I especially enjoy getting 100% completion. In general I love learning anything and everything and am a "jack of many trades but master of none"

6.Trivia: My favorite movie is fantasia 2000 and recently I completed my goal of performing every music piece in an orchestra (The Pines of Rome and the Firebird Suite are my favs). I collect knickknacks and random things I find and use them to decorate my spaces and I have a skeleton with a mustache in a wizard costume in the back seat of my car and its name is Todd. I also keep googly eyes in my bag just in case

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Swiss

You and Swiss quickly became friends, he's so excited by things and so enthusiastic that you got swept up in it all. He's charming and really sweet to you, so you started to fall for him. One day you were sitting outside, Swiss taking a large drag of his vape before he looks at you and grins. "I love ya, you know that right gorgeous one?" You blush and blurt out that you feel the same way. Swiss responds by biting your shoulder just under the collar of your t-shirt. "There now it's offical" he says so excited he's practically jumping up and down "you're my mate!"

Swiss adores your eyes, he thinks they are the most awesome thing ever, and so beautiful. He tells you this a lot.

Swiss adores how much of a goofball you are, he is too, and you spend a lot of time together both laughing so hard you end up tearing up.

If your anxeity is getting bad he will cuddle and do anythig he can to help. If things get too much and you seem sad he'll hold you. He will cuddle you as long as you need. Then he'll try and take your mind off things, anything to get you to laugh a little and smile. Swiss is chaos personified but one thing is constant for him, he loves you and is devoted to you.

Swiss can keep up with your changing interestests. Infact he loves it! This Ghoul enjoys chaos and jumping around from thing to thing, that keeps him occupied. Whatever you get into he'll throw himself into it completely with you.

He is fascinated by all the things you collect. He loves how varied they are and the skeleton with a moutache is his favourite. He was very excited when you whittled him a bear. You handed it to him and he just looked at it like 'woow this is awesome'. he keeps it in his room, pride of place.

He's more than happy to help you learn guitar, he gets so excited his tail starts swishing around. He passes you his guitar and sits behind you legs either side of you showing you a cord and then letting you practice. He'll kiss your neck or softly bite your shoulder every now and then. He'll rest his chin on your shoulder and watches. He smiles at how fast you are learning, his smile is gorgeous enough to make your heart melt for him, to forget completely what you were playing and you just smile back. Often this leads to you getting so distracted the guitar gets forgotten as he presses his lips to yours.

~

Written by Nyx

[siriannatan]

Empires Modern Fantasy Chapter 2

For folks who like reading on Tumblr, I have decided to post all my updates separately... and suffer having to tag it all.

But still, here's an AO3 link for anyone who prefers that :}

And no, I did not mess up posting this. Not at all.

Not much changed since Scott moved in. A new room showed up to fit all his clothes and give him just his space but the demon handled it on his own. There were a lot more pillows and random shirts around the place. Jimmy had a bit more free time since fWhip interrupted him a lot less, and kept Scott from doing so. But there were times when fWhip could not keep their demon occupied with cuddle naps and kisses and biting. Even a vampire as old as he needed an occasional vampire nap. That means to lie in his coffin for about seven hours and be a corpse for a bit.

There were many reasons why vampires needed naps. It saved energy which meant he didn't have to feed as often. Not too necessary since Scott was more than eager to be bitten. Another thing - digestion, well, that's the term closest to what was happening. More precise was - cleaning out old blood from the system if one didn't use their powers too often and fWhip didn't really have much need for it as of recently. He would sometimes help Jimmy with errand monsters causing problems but that was rare. And the witch was more than capable of taking care of his problems on his own but occasional exercise was good for fWhip. And showing off for Jimmy was nice too.

fWhip had his naps about one a week so it happened a two times since Scott moved in. And so far every time fWhip woke up the demon was on a couch in fWhip's coffin's room. Waiting for him to get up, already having used all of Jimmy's patience and starving for fWhip's attention. So imagine fWhip's surprise when the third month he woke up to no demons sleeping or jumping him as soon as he woke up and opened his coffin. "Scott?" he asked looking about if maybe he was hiding somewhere. No demons in the room so he rolled his shoulders, fixed his ascot tossed his blazer over his shoulders and went looking. 

Not in the main bedroom keeping Jimmy from doing anything. Not the living room. Jimmy's library and lab and office. Interestingly Jimmy was nowhere to be found too so he was probably wherever Scott was. Could they have gone out together? There was no note to tell fWhip they did but they could have planned to be back before he woke up and something. Or it was a gig emergency, the no time for a note kind...

"Noooo, Jimmy you look good!" Scott's sudden shouting came from the demon's closet. So he dragged Jimmy into a makeover... With a sigh and ready for anything the vampire followed the voices of his boyfriends bickering about what hat made Jimmy look more like a witch.

He had to admit, wide-brimmed hats really made Jimmy more witchy... Or were it light blue skinny jeans and a long dark sweater with rolled-up sleeves? Whatever the reason he could not help but whistle at the sight. He could also be reacting to Scott's blood "fWhip..." Jimmy started but the storm that is Scott interrupted him.

"Tell him he looks pretty like this," the demon whined and shook the witch who only let out a suffering and love-filled sigh.

"I'm not saying I look bad, I just like..."

"Looking like you're older than me and fWhip combined?" Scott huffed and snatched the hat off. "Next outfit," he pouted and pushed Jimmy into the wardrobe.

"What's even going on here?" fWhip asked, taking one of the two comfy couches entirely for himself. Scott wasted no time getting into his lap. "And how did you even get him to agree to this?"

"Well, he said he'll have a big witch and wizard meeting later this week and I asked what he's planning to wear and he just pointed to his grandpa sweater and silly t-shirt. And as much as I love his silly shirts and grandpa sweaters, I will not have someone as cute as our Jimmy going to an important meeting looking like he's got bingo after it," Scott ranted but fWhip only half listened. He was always a bit peckish after a nap and Scott was a tasty snack in his lap. He was about to ask Scott if he was willing to be bitten now but Jimmy's grumbling and shuffling got the demon's whole attention away from fWhip and his fangs.

And rightfully so. If the last pair of jeans were tight and skinny then fWhip had no words for the current pair. And the chunky boots... And the damn leather jacket. No hat though. "No hat?" he pointed it out and shot Scott a wide, toothy grin when he got glared at. 

"No. I think sunglasses would be better but no pair I own would go with this jacket," Scott sighed as he fixed Jimmy's collar. The witch was making it difficult by looking at himself in a huge mirror and pulling unconvinced faces.

"I'm not sure, looks great though just... not really me?" he said taking a spin when Scott asked him to.

"I think I have a pair of sunglasses from like the 80s or 90s I think might go with this?" fWhip offered, thoroughly amused with the whole situation. He had the luck of Scott liking his button-ups, trenchcoats, blazers and dress pants with far too elegant for any situation boots in a very limited selection of dark colours and red. And maybe an occasional cane or umbrella if he had to go out. Very vampy, Scott summed it up when Jimmy asked his assessment. 

Scott was of course intrigued, as always, with fWhip's collection of things he used to adore and wear like every day in certain time periods. And so fWhip snapped his fingers and with a poof of dark smoke there was a leather glasses box in his hand and offered it to a delighted with his trick demon.

"Come on fWhip, there is no way I can pull off something you used to wear," Jimmy complained carefully watching Scott open the box and... freeze.

"fWhip... I am shocked," Scott shook his head and pulled out the box a pair of round, red glasses. Even Jimmy was a bit taken aback. 

"You know how it is, styles come and go and it would be a shame to not try some of this new stuff," fWhip shrugged casually. "Try them though, I think I used to wear a lot of leather coats around the time they are from, none of those survived, unfortunately," he grinned and offered Scott a sad shrug. It was a real shame those did not make it. But he did let his hair grow a lot since then - thank you vampire naps. 

"We can get you some new stuff," Scott offered and clapped once Jimmy finally put the glasses on. "Certainly more fWhip style and not a witch... I really want to see you in a leather coat now," he pouted at fWhip as JImmy gladly removed the glasses and leather jacket.

"I would hate to cut my hair after all the pain it was to grow out," fWhip chuckled but did put the glasses on when they were returned to him. "Still looking good on me," he grinned and pulled Scott away from Jimmy. "Any more cute looks for Jimmy?" he asked while gently nuzzling into the demon's neck.

"One more," Jimmy sighed in relief. "Scott told me to not look at it..."

"Put it on, put it on," Scott chanted in glee. "You hungry?" he asked when the witch shuffled away whining out weak protests. 

"A bit, it can wait until you're done playing with Jimmy though," fWhip hummed but the urge to just bite was quite strong. Not so strong he couldn't wait.

Jimmy let out a long heavy sigh. "Scott! WHY?" he called out while glaring at the frilly, full of ruffles and bows... dress. It was a cute dress don't take him wrong. Scott would look adorable in it but Jimmy... Jimmy's slight annoyance at the distant giggles of a certain demon melted into a smirk. Even if he knew Scott for a while there were things he didn't know. Hell, he was with fWhip for two years before he found out... 

So with a smirk, he put the dress on. It was really cute even with his long gangly limbs. And to his annoyance, the black and purple of it went well with the pale cod scales of his tail and fins when he let them out. He usually kept them away since they made blending in hard. And needed a lot of maintenance. With an annoyed sigh, he pulled on the platform boots from the first outfit he tried on, the bell sleeves were nice but would get into everything and he was not sure about shorts, the wide-brimmed hat that lured fWhip in and marched out.

"Well, this one might be the best solution to the tail but I'm not quite comfy showing this much leg," he hummed walking out and grinning at the wide-eyed stares he was met with. "Can I go back to my reading now?" he asked, making a small twirl. 

"No you don't," Scott protested, managing to make his brain work. "Since when are you part fish? fWhip?" 

"Legs..." the vampire muttered with a dumb smile. Jimmy could not help but giggle at that. He did rarely show much skin, even when sleeping - both fWhip and Scott were damn cold to share a bed with. Being an ice demon and a literal corpse. "Huh... um...ahem... Jimmy rarely just walks like that," he said, still smiling like an idiot.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a pain to maintain the scales," Jimmy admitted. "Anyway, fWhip's awake and I have some reading to do before the meeting so I'll be going to do that, I'll see you two later," Jimmy grinned. Snapped his fingers instantly changing into his everyday sweatpants, stretched out and too big for him without that t-shirt and 'grandpa sweater'. And, with tail and fins still out, whistling to himself pattered out to his office, he did not bother with shoes so bare feet on the hardwood floor were the only noise for a while.

"Well, he stayed longer than I thought anyway," Scott shrugged and turned to fWhip. "He only said he'll let me dress him up until you wake up. Our poor little witch, so busy with witch business," he sighed, returning to fWhip's lap. "Snack and cuddles?" he asked, exposing his collarbone far more than fWhip need him to. Not that he complained.

Scott did dress Jimmy for the magic council thingy meeting. And all three of them agreed that he did really well. A wide-brimmed black hat with a red ribbon - an absolute must Scott called it. A long, more akin to a dress button-up shirt to about Jimmy's mid-thighs. With another red accent in form of a belt cinching it in at a comfy level above the tail and many button's at his wrists - 'to give you some shape'. And the damned super tight jeans and just a pair of ankle boots. And a cross-body bag for all the things he needs. And of course, neither fWhip nor Scott would let him go anywhere without kisses, even if they were not worried about him waking up and almost instantly complaining about a headache...