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Thoughts on âThe Sea Beastâ
SPOILERS AHOY!
I loved the character designs, for the humans and the creatures. I feel like the design team had a lot of fun.
It was neat how the castle architecture and decor had a palette of sea green, gold, and white, yet still felt very aquatic, rather than leaning on an âocean theme = blueâ palette.
The royal coupleâs costumes kind of gave me âsea monsterâ vibes even before they were confirmed to be antagonistic characters. I think it was all the little triangles on the trim. (According to a sewing website Iâve read, those are called Van Dyke points, but Iâm not sure how widely used that term is.)
I think Blue is the same species as Red, just a different colour while a baby. The angler lure will lose its light and turn into a crest as Blue gets older. I want a plushie of Blue, and maybe one of the yellow ones as well.
I very, very much want to see a video of Voltaireâs song âThe Beast Of Pirateâs Bayâ using clips from this movie.
Captain Crow was super dumb for dumping the Hand Of God harpoon overboard as soon as Red was captured. Even if he was holding off on killing her until they got back to the capital, keeping the poison on hand might have been a good idea in case they needed to, oh, I donât know, sedate the giant beast again?
Potential reasons I came up with for why humans and sea beasts would be in conflict:
Some combination of the following:
1. It started due to honest misunderstandings, akin to a sharkâs âtest biteâ of a surfer.
Sea beasts are huge, and big things need lots of food. Know what has a lot of calories? Mammal meat. It is not unreasonable to think some types of sea beast might eat whales. Ships at sea would be mistaken for a whale surfacing to breathe, the sea beast would come up to eat it, and oops, itâs not a whale after all.
Even the story about how âthem beasts would come right up to shore, pluck a lady from her veggie patch, and swallow her upâ could be based on true events. If a sea beast preyed on pinnipeds (seals, sea lions, and walruses), they could mistake humans on the beach for seals and go after them, expecting them to be slower and clumsier out of water.
2. Sea Beast territory blocks an otherwise-desirable trading route.
Plenty of wars and conflicts in human history have been about controlling trade routes. As a coastal territory, much of the kingdomâs trade is presumably by sea.
3. Sea Beast territory overlaps with otherwise-desirable fishing grounds.
As stated in Hypothesis 1, big animals need lots of food. Redâs whirlpool trick is presumably to cluster fish together so she can eat a bunch of them in one bite.
Coastal regions also tend to be heavily dependant on fishing for food.
4. The horns are harvested for âmedicinalâ purposes.
It fits with the whaling metaphor (harvesting blubber and spermaceti for lamp oil, and baleen for corset boning), the big game hunting theme (rhino horns used as an aphrodisiac), and the theme of hunting supernatural creatures (unicorn horns, and narwhal tusks, could supposedly detect and cure poisons).
5. The Royal Family have discovered the Sea Beasts make useful scapegoats.
âYes, we had to raise taxes, but itâs to fund the hunters and protect our people from the beasts!â
âYes, everything is expensive, because itâs hard to get imports past the beasts and we can only produce so much locally.â
Depending on what people believe about the sea beastsâ intelligence and capabilities, it might even be possible to blame them for storms, droughts, floods, and tidal waves.
6. Itâs a direct side-effect of the whaling industry.
Related to Hypothesis 3; sea beasts have sunk whaling ships, and compete for the same prey. Humans started trying to wipe them out so theyâd stop getting in the way.
(I did not actually expect this to be canon, since whaling is generally frowned upon by a modern audience and this is a kidsâ movie, so the scriptwriters wouldnât want to get into that.
Also, do whales even exist in this world, or do sea beasts fill that ecological niche? We never see proof onscreen that whales coexist with sea beasts, but the ocean is vast and itâs hard to prove a negative.)
7. From the Sea Beastsâ perspective, humans are a fellow beast with whom they are competing for territory.
I mean, looking at things from a certain angle, this isnât totally wrong.
The Explanation The Movie Gave:
Generations ago, the Royal Family told everyone that Sea Beasts were bad and needed to be hunted. They did this for ... reasons.
On my second watching, I puzzled out, âMaybe thatâs part of the point, that the real motives were lost to history and sometimes you donât get to find out why; some random kid like Maisie never got to find out the full truth, but she still found out the important part - that the manipulation existed, and that sea beasts arenât actively malicious - and thatâs why itâs important to question stuff people have âalways knownâ, because details get lost over time and couldâve been wrong to begin with.â
But for a first watching, wow, talk about leaving an important plot thread hanging.
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how to start a garden with no money
Most people who know me know how much a hate spending money on things. Iâm reasonably comfortable financially now, but I graduated right at the very start of the recession and was barely making ends meet for the first decade of my adulthood. So thriftiness is sort of embedded in me. Besides wanting to save the planet, I think just being kind of a cheapskate is where my homesteader mindset probably comes from. AÂ commenter on another post gave me this lovely idea for a writing prompt -- Thrifty Gardening!Â
Hereâs what really pisses me off about gardening -- Itâs not the act of gardening but then unbelievably sexist gardening industry that tries to sell us tools and supplies. I mean just look at the ads -- itâs a bunch of ladies and their babies. Even though there are tons of dudes who garden, they are under the impression that gardening is dominated by women and I swear to god, they stick a womenâs tax on gardening supplies in response. SO much of what they try to sell us looks aesthetically pleasing on the surface, but then turn out to be overpriced uni-taskers and pure junk! A lot of it is stuff you can find in a hardware store or Tractor Supply that theyâve rehashed as gardening supplies and jacked the price up. (Note for clarification - despite my handle, I happen to be a lady.)
Starting a garden doesnât need to be an expensive endeavor. You donât need special tools or equipment to start one. You donât really need much of anything!
Here are the BAREBONES BASIC essentials you need to start a garden. If you do have a little bit of cash to spend, Iâll put the extras in at the end that will make your life easier and have a higher chance of success.Â
1. Forget transplants from the gardening shop - Get yourself some seeds! Cost: $0. Hear me out:  ⢠Do a quick google search: âseed library near meâ. See if there happens to be one nearby and check it out if there is! ⢠Check out this amazing organization, Free Heirloom Seeds. They have a lengthy list of seeds and you can get 4 packs of whatever you want for free! ⢠Gardeners LOVE sharing their seeds! We also get super excited about new gardeners and want to help them out and share our wisdom (hi). If you are on Facebook, do a search for local garden groups and join a couple. Post to the group and just tell them youâre starting from nothing and ask if anyone has some extra seeds they want to get rid of! Youâll likely get a few people who would love to help a newbie out. ⢠Butter up some old folks! I am ridiculously shy and have no social skills but nonetheless, I have still unintentionally landed on free seeds and free plants just from casually chatting with locals. Every year, my town has a big townwide tag sale. A lot of these tag sales tend to be from retired folks who are downsizing and moving away. Many of these old folks have big, beautiful, impressive gardens that theyâve developed over many decades. As shy as I am, of course I need to compliment them on their garden! And that gets them going, and then they inevitably end up gifting me seed packets or plants that need a new caretaker. One woman I met really scored me a jackpot when she gifted me the seeds sheâd been harvesting from her garden year after year for generations and are functionally landrace varieties specifically suited for the exact microclimate of my little pocket of the world. Iâve also accidentally gotten a lot of garden supplies for free this way! 2. Next is the garden plot! Cost: $0-$20 ⢠If you have dirt, you donât need a raised bed. Theyâre expensive to build, require shipping a giant pile soil, and are so unnecessary. The most overrated gardening ploy of our time! Unless your soil is toxic or you have physical limitations necessitating a raised bed, just use the ground! The ground will be a better insulator than a raised bed, providing better protection to your plants from temperature fluctuations. It also typically has both better water retention and drainage than a raised bed. (If you DO need a raised bed -- try straw bales or finding a used trough and drilling some holes on the bottom.) ⢠Moving on! If you donât have a pre-existing garden plot or bare patch of dirt to work with, youâll probably need to dig up a plot, likely involving removing chunks of grass, which is sort of exhausting work. If you arenât blessed with livestock to do the dirty work for you, a spade or garden fork will serve you well in the garden. You might be able to find one for very little money at a tag sale or on craigslist. But if you need to buy one, they're usually around $20 new. ⢠If you donât have ground to work with, container gardening is a perfectly legitimate way to garden! Keep an eye on craigslist/FB marketplace for people giving away planters. You can also make your own out of trash -- Any food container can be a planter. You can poke holes at the bottom for drainage with a screwdriver, nail, awl, or pretty much any sharp object (if youâre truly starting with nothing and donât even have basic tools at your disposal like a screwdriver, two words - DOLLAR TREE.) Berry containers and those plastic boxes that salad mixes come in make excellent mini greenhouses.Â
3. Plant your seeds! Cost: $0-$16.25. ⢠Option A: Direct sow - If you really want to go the totally free route, you can just stick the seeds in the ground. Refer to the seed packet and/or Farmerâs Almanac to determine timing. ⢠Option B: Start indoors - All you need for starting seeds indoors is some containers, potting mix, and a window. If you ever buy eggs again, egg cartons can make terrific seed starting trays. If you ever buy transplants at a store, start hoarding those little containers they come in because those are ideal for starting seeds and will last years! As I stated above about container gardening, any food containers can be reused as planters if you just poke some drainage holes at the bottom with a sharp object. For soil, any potting mix will suffice, which a bag will run you about $5-$15 depending on bag size (note: donât use dirt from the outdoors for container plants). Once they are ready to go outside, make sure to harden them off first by gradually acclimating them to the outdoors over the course of a week. When youâre ready to transplant them, all you need is a trowel to dig a hole, which can be found at Dollar Tree for $1.25. **Free and simple watering can on a pinch: Try a soda bottle!
Non-essentials but a good idea: ⢠If starting seeds indoors, a seed starting potting mix will give you a much better germination rate and the seedlings a better start at life. This runs about $6-$8 for a small bag (I only use this stuff in seed starting trays because of the expense. Once the seedlings outgrow their trays, I either stick them in the ground or upgrade them to a larger container with regular potting mix.) ⢠If starting seeds indoors, investing in a grow light will result in an easier time and prevent leggy seedlings. A regular lightbulb isnât really going to cut it, but you can find a basic grow light easily enough on Amazon for less than $20. ⢠Fencing. Unless you live in a very urban area with no concerns about wildlife, something is most likely going to want to eat your garden! Honestly, I just use this fairly inexpensive wire fencing ziptied to some garden stakes and the only critters Iâve had issues with are chipmunks. Itâs $45 and a roll goes a long way. You can find even cheaper options for $30. Garden stakes usually run $2 each and Dollar Tree carries packs of zipties. (You can also buy a bulk pack of zipties with various sizes for $6 on Amazon.) I also donât have a door on my fence--I just have a cinder block on both sides of the fence that I use to step over it ($2 per block = $4). A door could be nice for occasional wheelbarrow loads but eh....doors are an overrated added expense! ⢠Soil test. A soil test will reveal what nutrients are already in your soil and your soilâs pH level. If you base what you plant off of your pre-existing soil conditions, youâll have a higher chance of success. If youâre growing food and suspect there might be a chance your soil might not be safe for that, you may need to send it to a lab for testing. Costs on this can vary wildly depending on where you live and what resources you have for this kind of thing. Otherwise, the at-home kits are perfectly sufficient. I use the Luster Leaf rapid tests, which are $17. ⢠For weeds, I just use a garden cultivator (itâs the size of a trowel and looks like a claw), and guess where you can get one for practically nothing? Thatâs right - Dollar Tree! $1.25
Donât be fooled by aesthetics in the garden catalogs. This is my thrifty garden (taken in July--itâs of course covered in snow right now). Itâs substantially larger than it was when I first started off about 5 years ago, but Iâve not really made many upgrades!
The squash trellis is a new addition that I paid nothing for. I built it out of scrapwood and some leftover fencing. Trellises are the most obnoxiously and pointlessly overpriced of all garden things - Another post for another day!
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Basmele Apelor(Fairy tales of the waters), the story that gave the name to the collection is actually 6 tales in one, the overaching one is that a retired sailor gets his single father life cut short by his daughters scheduled transformation into sea goddesses. 5/5
Illustrations by Elena Boariu
Basmele Apelor by Monica Aslan
1987
Summary: This one is kind of hard to summarize cause as I said it is 6 tales in one. The framing tale is about a sailor who likes the look of an abandoned palace on an island and decides to retire there, despite people telling him weird stuff happens on the island every 15 years on account of the place being sacred to the Lord of the Waters. When the first landmark rolls around a beautiful woman with no memory of her past life washes on the shore and they like eachother and marry. Unfortunately the lady dies giving birth, which is devastating to the sailor but he takes solace in rasing their daughter. Unfortunately when her 15th birthday the Lord of the Waters comes by and she dissapears with him, leaving her dad alone and heartbroken. To keep him from succumbing to his grief all of the sailors old friends bring him a baby they found floating around in their travels. Which he does and is really happy for a time but when the next 15 year landmark rolls around they also dissapear. Wrecked by grief and convinced he angered the god by setling on his sacred island the sailor throws himself into the sea, but is pulled out of the waves by his daughters who have become sea goddesses and they tell him the tales of their mothers. Each of the moms got screwed by the crewl universe and sexist societies and wanting a better life for their daughters so they offered them to the Lord of Waters-except the sailorâs wife who had sort of a first born deal with the Lord in exchange for her life. So, knowing his daughters are OK, the sailor keeps chilling on the island where he is regularly visited by the new goddesses.
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Robin and Steve both failing at love so badly as they get well into their thirties and deciding to just marry each other since theyâve already been living together since they were 20 and share a mortgage. Steve had original planned to just have Robin as his roommate until she found someone, and he had like seven kids coming and going but would be out to college in just two years, so a decently sized place (much smaller than his original, empty mansion) filled with Robinâs knickknacks didnât sound half bad when he was 20 and making the plan to use his inheritance to make the down payment.
They go through the whole she-bang; mostly because Steve always wanted a big wedding and Robin had assumed sheâd never have one so she simply made it a big party they could both enjoy. Everyone was invited, and people who didnât know Robin was a lesbian said their congrats, that they always saw it coming, and they both bare through it with false grins and sneaky eye rolls.
Itâs an excuse to get drunk and confess their undying platonic love for each other, even if the ceremonies kiss was awkward and quick, the pair snickering about it later like teenagers even though Robin had kissed Steve plenty of times on the cheeks and Steve on her head when he left for work.
Theyâre 36 and 37 when Steve asks Robin if she ever considered kids of her own. Robin goes on a long spiel about how terrifying child birth seems but like, she was raised to want one you know? That having a kid is both terrifying but weirdly comforting as an idea.
Steve agrees. They get hammered beyond belief at 37 & 38 and fumble through the most awkward sex know to mankind and they cry-laugh for weeks about each others sex habits and how bad they both are in bed because âletâs never do that again, oh my god, I definitely like girls, Steveâ and Steveâs not even offended because it was purely for one purpose and while he likes girls, Robin doesnât do it for him. Not like that. Not since he was maybe 19 and had a weird lingering crush on her that faded after she came out and he started experimenting with guys.
Steveâs 38 when he finds out heâs gonna be a dad. He cries. A lot. Robin does too, mostly because sheâs cries when he does, like how his laughter infects her too.
They argue a lot over the design of the nursery, and Robin complains that sheâs too old to be carrying a baby as Steve rubs her feet while they watch a movie.
Robin sleeps in his room more often during the pregnancy. Says it helps her nerves, because she overthinks a lot and itâs kind of terrifying because thereâs no going back now. Theyâre having a kid. An actual human being theyâll have to raise together. A lesbian woman and a bisexual man who are strictly platonic with a capital P, are having a baby in their late thirties, and are married by law but not by heart, and itâs kind of crazy to think about.
âI never imagined my life like this.â
âHonestly, Rob? Neither did I.â
Robin starts attending swim classes with pregnant ladies after El insists it helped her through hers, and thereâs where she meets Heather Holloway again. Sheâs a full time swim instructor at the pool now, unmarried and thriving, and Robin has the biggest heart eyes known to man over her.
Steve hears all about her and encourages her to test the waters with Heather.
âSteve, Iâm literally carrying your baby. Donât you think thatâs weird?â
âSay itâs an open marriage if she asks. I sleep around still, why canât you?â
Itâs enough to convince her to follow her heart. Heather is around the house a lot more after that, just to check in on Robinâs pregnancy of course, she must be exhausted after all!
Steve knows Heather is fucking his wife/best friend. Robin had a dopey grin on when she told him. Heather doesnât beat around the bush either about Steve and Robinâs relationship.
âSo Robinâs a lesbian, youâre gay, and youâre basically each otherâs platonic soulmates right? So you got married?â
âIâm bi, but yeah. Basically. I canât see myself living without her, honestly. Sheâs my soulmate just notâŚromantically, you know?â
âI get it.â Heather grins when she goes on about a certain blond up in California whoâs planning to come visit real soon. That Steve should meet him.
Steve is shocked to see Billy Hargrove again; Heatherâs own platonic soulmate.
âI mean, we fooled around once or twice back in the day, but thatâs because he has mommy issues, not because he wants to settle down with me.â She joked and Billy has a ball flirting with Harrington until heâs red in the face like a teenager again instead of an almost 40 year old man.
Robin has a girl in the Summer. They name her June, the month she was born and the month they met decades ago. It feels fitting.
Of course, June ends up with a step mom, Heather, who somehow worms her way into their house. Steveâs got the room for it, so heâs not complaining. He likes a full house, likes knowing his daughter is being cared for when heâs at work by Robin and Heather (when sheâs not working).
Somehow, Billy worms his way in too. It starts with visiting to see his ânieceâ as heâd joke with a wide grin. Then slowly, heâs joining them for dinner more nights than he doesnât, and the guest room starts to fill with his things and Steve catches Billy bathing June because Heather and Robin were exhausted and needed the rest andâŚ
God, heâs falling in love with the blond, deep and so much harder than back in high school. Falls in love with the smile lines around his mouth and eyes, the silvery greys that streak his dark blond hair he cut shorter a few years back. Falls in love with the way he laughs at Robinâs jokes and snarks with Heather and coos at June, calling her âdaddyâs little princessâ as he bounces her in his arms, Steve watching and always blushing when Billy catches his eye and grins, kissing the tuffs of light brown hair upon her head.
Robin tells him to go for it.
âTo think we finally met our romantic soulmates after getting married and having a kid, this has to be Godâs way of pulling our legs.â She snickers as they cuddle in Steveâs bed. Because thatâs just how they were, touchy and close, and Steve loves her so much. Sheâs his best friend and the mother of his kid and he doesnât regret marrying her at all. Theyâre not in love with each other, but they love each other.
Robins in love with Heather.
And Steve is pretty sure heâs in love with Billy.
âMaybe we should get married.â Billy says one night at dinner, driving an airplane towards Juneâs mouth. âRobin and Steve got a bunch of benefits. I want benefits. We could do our taxes together.â Heather laughs and looks at Robin.
âYou think I should marry him? I could do better, right?â Robin snorts.
âHe smells like a dirty gym bag.â
âYour husband likes how I smell.â Billy wriggled his brows and Steve flushed red as the words, head in his hands.
âNot in front of Junie, please.â
âSheâs like, not even a year old. Itâs fine.â Billy waved it off. âBack to the tax benefits,â
âIt is easier when youâre married, in my opinion.â Robin chipped in and Heather sighs, long and loud before looking at Billy.
ââŚFine. I want a nice ring though.â
âWell so do I, so I say we have a deal, babe.â
Steve thought heâd be jealous, at least a bit, but heâs grinning when Billy makes a show of dipping Heather at the altar, the pair laughing after their obnoxious kiss that has Robin and Max hollering.
June is cooing and squealing when she gets to dance with Billy and Steve later that night, clinging to her father and grasping at Billyâs curls that are starting to grow out again. Steve thinks he might be doing it just for him since he said he liked them, and it makes his stomach wild with butterflies.
âWe should get married next.â Billy hums and Steve chokes on his own spit.
âYouâve barely taken me on a date, and now youâre talking marriage?â
âDidnât take Robin on a date, now did you?â Billy grins, holding him close around his waist. âCome on, Harrington. Robin and you, Heather and me. Robin and Heather, you and meâŚit all works. Weâre far from conventional. Iâve fucked Heather more than once, Iâve heard Heather talk about jumping you to her own girlfriend, and I know you want me.â He knocks their heads together and smiles, eyes soft. âThis thing weâve got goingâŚit works. You donât have to hold back on what you want out of this after giving Robin the option of anything and everything.â
And maybe he had been holding back a bit. All he ever wanted was June, a kid, and Robin gave him that, and in return he got her to date Heather, he let Heather drag Billy back into their lives, he let their daughter call Robin and Heather mom and mama before he even got called dada, worked hard to provide them the lifestyle they had with Heather and Billy chipping in and heâŚ
He wanted more now. He wanted Billy. He wanted him to move in properly, for Heather to just come out and say Steve and Robinâs home was her home too, to put a bigger bed in the master bedroom so they could all share some nights because he wanted that. He wanted a big family since he was young and in a way â he was getting it. In Robin and Heather, in Billy and June. In the kids who still visited when they could.
âTake me on a date first, okay?â Billy grins.
âThat can be arranged.â He kissed Juneâs head between them and Steve chuckled. âThe little princess has to stay home though. I want her daddy all for myself.â
Steve laughed.
âDonât call me daddy, youâre gonna make it weird.â
âPrincess can share. Yeah? June, you can share right? Stevie can be both our daddy.â June giggled and wriggled between them, reaching for Billy with a small âBibiâ. The blond laughed and took her from Steveâs arms. âIâm afraid she can share you but not me, Daddy.â
Steve rolled his eyes before grinning deviously with a shrug.
âWhatever. Iâll teach her how to share, Mommy.â
Billyâs cheeks burned.
âDonât make me pop a boner with a baby in my arms, Steve. People are gonna think Iâm a creep.â He grumbled and Steve snorted.
âIâm going to go dance with my wife. Have fun with June.â
âBitch.â Billy clicked his tongue as Steve walked off to find Robin on the floor.
Steve found his soulmate at 18 in an ice cream parlour. They were platonic with a capital P, and content. She made him laugh, they shared secrets, and they had no boundaries keeping them apart. Hell, they got married. Had a baby.
Now, at 39, Steve re-met his other soulmate. The kind that made his stomach twist and flutter, that made his cheeks hot and his heart full. Made him hot under the collar with his teasing.
And maybe, Robin and him share a soulmate in Heather, and maybe Heather and Billy are linked by a red string too, and maybe theyâre just a tangled mess of strings with no definite end. Knotted up in the centre of the four of them.
Steve doesnât know what the hell heâs gonna make of all of it. Where it will lead him. But for now, heâs happy.
His soul had been split into a dozen pieces at birth, and he had pieced every part back together.
Only took him 40 years to find every fragment.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#Robin buckley#heather holloway#harringrove#platonic stobin#edging on queerplatonic?#polyamory#keg gang#og fruity four#buckleway#minor hollogrove
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Hii It's my first time Requesting and if they're closed ignore! Could I request Octo Trio x Reader whose like Cala maria? Like when they're in the water they get really big
Okay okay okay, so this took a while to think about because I had no idea how to write it. Like at all.
And I even ended up watching markiplierâs cuphead gameplay because of it đ and this also inspired my whale shark y/n scenarios! I hope I did these okay đđť
i hope you like it! and tysm for requesting đťđť mwah mwah
cw: cursing, link of raccoon being flung, they/them pronouns!
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He already knew you were gonna be something big- as you tower over himself and the twins.
And frankly, he was excited to find out
Okay, I can say for sure that his face turns SCARLET when he first sees your merform. That you're much, much larger than him that you could easily crush him without a second thought
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And since we know that Azul is bigger than the twins in water (unlike on land), he did feel a little⌠threatened
but since it's you it's okay đť
But it's great for business!
I think that youâre that last resort for some⌠bothersome customers... like you won't even do anything but stare at themâŚ
silently
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SIMP IN DISGUISE
I see him cuddling up to you in his octo form if there isn't an octo-pot available/near :(
Of course, you coddle your little boyfie :(( when heâs in a mood or just stressed you offer a big ol' hug and just listen to him rant
But he's Azul, and has insecurities- so he'll use this to scare potential âsuitorsâ
Heâll feign sadness, have you scoop him up into your arms, and fucking SMIRKS at the other guy
DEFINITELY makes the decapitating motion while you're just like :) happily holding your scheming boyfriend
Mama Azul APPROVES sheâs a big lady. Much bigger than Azul
And she just LOVES the fact that you're a whale shark/ Since you eat a lot she has you as the official taste tester! She values your opinion a lot, as sheâll be your mother in law in the very very near future đđ
Azul and his mom plan out the wedding in advance- like years in advance- like so in advance they're also planning your first year anniversary
Like- girly will evaluate your every move. Having a checklist and all as she makes sure youâre good for her baby zuzu (she adds 20 points just because you're a whale shark)
He has scary dog privileges
Like if someone gives him trouble over vacation- and before he can even threaten to wipe out their entire bloodline, youâll just pop up behind him, red smeared on the corner of your lips as you tell them to âleaveâ
(It was his momâs new jam recipe!)
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Oh my god, it's spiderman! Spiderman! Itâs spider-man!
Oh my god. Personal simp
Like okay, okay, okay.
You're tall, hot, and scary. What more could Floyd ask for in a partner??
When people hear about what kind of merperson you are, they run for the hills.
I mean, with those razor-sharp teeth, blank eyes, and looming presence, I wouldnt wanna be around a great white shark merfolk either.
Though you're not as tall as the other y/nâs, youâre still tall (great whites grow to be over 10 feet. Females are 15-21 and males are 11-13. )
But you fall on the scale of being around 22 feet in the water. And 6â3 on land!
When I tell you it was love at first sight for Floyd. I mean it. He would always drag you off (per your dismay) and bring you along with his shenanigans
Literally, the girl whoâs like âoh y/n you're so funnyđšđšđšâ when you haven't even done anything
Kinda like an extrovert adopting an introvert since you're more prone to be alone. By choice of course, as thatâs how you were raised in the sea.
Though I think sometimes Floyd will either respect it or just not give a shit
Like- I mostly see him hanging out with you. Maybe you're reading or just scrolling through your phone as Floyd sits there lazily talking about his day and how he annoyed the shit outta riddle
your occasionally inputs only egg him on
Yâall fucking bite the shit out of each other. đ§đť
LIKE OKAY LISTEN- after an impromptu make-out session he walked out looking like he was mauled by a bear
While you walked out looking like you barely managed to escape an axe murderer
Date people whoâre willing to bite you đ¤
You play volleyball. And youâre fucking good at it.
I can imagine Floyd helping you practice. Like where your both peppering, but you're both just- spiking at each other.
(Mark my words Iâm gonna make separate headcanons for him and his great white hottie)
But in water- heâs a fucking gnat. Like heâs swimming around you every which way as you're just cruising along
Will annoy the shit out of you.
Like you're not used to having this kind of company, especially in the water. But he loves it. Loves how he can scare people with just a mention of your name.
Loves the attention he gets as well.
Just everything about it he loves.
Except when heâs in a bad mood.
Youâll take your little Floyd, put him vertically on your back, and just swim.
But if heâs being especially pissy one day while he's on your back, sulking, you'll start spending up, your boyfriend slipping a bit as youâll spy hop out of the water and fucking FLING HIM
LIKE HE GOES FLYING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE SPINNING IN THE AIR
AND THEN HEâLL JUST- COME BACK, BEGGING YOU TO DO IT AGAIN
More than once has he asked you to fling him on land so he can
1. Freak out his fellow students by playing zombie
2. Freak out his fellow students by pretending to be a fish out of water. Then attempting to drag them into the water when close enough
Everyone and their mother regrets bringing you two together.
*Floyd standing in front of the ocean*
âHey babeâ
*25â great white shark emerging from the water like the lost city of Atlantis
âHeyâ
Someone has pissed themselves in your presence OUIBWERFHIGR
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Ah yes, Jade and his Orca loverđ
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No
Oh god no
The WORST absolute combo
Between jadeâs⌠charming personality, height, and teeth- and your mischievous behavior, large size, and (once again) sharp teeth
You're avoided like the plague
Sometimes, people feel like you're mixed up
âShouldnât Floyd be dating the orca while Jade dates the shark?â
You and Floyd's partner are like night and day. And you could understand why they would think that.
Theyâre more reserve, patient, and sometimes assertive. While you're more sociable, affectionate, and charming⌠you think theyâre dead wrong
Cause, on one hand, you and Floyd tend to clash. Sometimes, while Floydâs s/o and jade have one-sided conversations (or telepathic ones)
don't let them talk cause they'll plot world domination...
âhey orca- why do they keep looking at us like thatâ
âcouldnât tell meâ
But overall, you love your boyfriend, and he loves you even more. You kind of remind him of his brother with all the hijacks you pull.
But when you're in water, oh my god- he falls in love all over again
You're a bully. Letâs get that straight, when you see another merfolk minding their own business, you both share a look and immediately- like with the snap of a finger, start harassing them.
AND YALL JUST GIGGLE, SWIMMING AWAY WHEN THEY THREATEN TO CALL THE COPS-
He loves your dynamic, loves how you value personal relationships and how much you care for your family
HAS met your family. Your two moms welcoming him with open⌠hands? It was kinda weird, 'cause you're all so much bigger than him that he couldnât hug them without it seeming awkward.
WILL use your height in and out of water for his advantage.
I think he might be a little bitter about how you're so much taller than him, but that ends when he sees you struggling to do normal things
Like when you get stuck in the rocks underwater, not able to go to half shops since you can't even fit your arm through the door.
And even on land, you're constantly bumping your head on doors, getting suck in hallways, pouting at him to help you.
Like Floyd, he has recreated that moment. But in different fonts
Like okay- setting the scene
Imagine some customers are trying to give Jade a harsh time in the lounge. By this time Floyd dipped, Azul's in his office (said yall could handle it) and the other employees didnât know what to do.
Of course, you were in the lounge, trying to take a quick snooze before your shift. But accidentally eavesdropping on your boyfriend and his new 'friends'
And when Jade finally backed up against the glass, monkey grin stretched upon his face as he knocked on the glass saying âbabeâ
They were meant with a singular eye. First looking up, then snapping to them as they stood frozen in fear.
Jade, chuckling, slowly walked towards them as you you swam by giving them a preview of your body that never seemed to endâŚ
Until it did
Bending down towards them, jade places a hand on two of their shoulders, the others watching the tank intently as Jade only whispered one thing.
âRunâ
And before they even had the chance, you emerged from the water's surface. Water ran off your ink and snow-stained body, as you smiled eerily at them.
Before you could even open their mouth, they sprinted out the door, pants a little wet as they promised to never come here again.
There was a brief silence until you started laughing- cackling hysterically.
The employees and regulars joining in as they were used to this scenario.
Jade only chuckled, reaching up to caress your hand. Silently telling you how you did well.
âI didnât even say anythingâ you huffed, picking at your ear. Jade was about to say something until a loud sigh was heard
âReally y/n?â Again?â Azul groaned, looking at the water stains around the tank.
You both shared a look, then shrugged. âIt was the most efficient way to handle rowdy customers. Besides-â he gazed at you, who was bored out of your mind, leaning against the glass.
âSomething tells me we won't have any problems for a long whileâ
I see him catching a ride on you. When you want to spy hop heâll hold onto your dorsal fluke and just enjoy the view of the endless oceans and the setting horizon.
( curse you anon! I now making separate Jade and Floyd scenarios đż) /lh
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from three to five?
pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader
summary | reader finds out sheâs pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end
warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut
a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!
the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldnât wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.
after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had ďżź thoroughly helped you plan ďżźyou had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.
as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking
âah your back! so how was the date!â wanda said when she noticed your presence
âit was great! weâre gonna call it a night. weâll see you ladies in the morning.â steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls
âgood to hear! good night..â nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set
âgod my feet are killing me!â you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom
âyeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?â bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door
âokay buckâ you said smiling knowing that probably wasnât going to happen
as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him
âhey wh-â bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped
their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said âbarnes-rogers baby coming soonâŚâ on it
as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face
âsuprise!!â
after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them
âhey is something wrong?â you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they werenât happy that you were pregnant
as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore youâd never felt more safe
ânothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. itâs just weâve dreamed of this day for so long and we canât believe itâs actually happening.â bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his
âwe love you doll so so much, and we canât wait to raise a baby with you.â
âyeah?â you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes
âyeahâ they said in sync just admiring you
it didnât last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals
the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob
you couldnât help but chuckle at the sight
as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard
âdoll where are you going? itâs too early stay in bedâ steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck
âstevie we have to get ready.â you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night
âready for what?âhe said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck
âi have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.â you said knowing that would wake the both of them up
and it did like two children on christmas morning
âiâve got breakfast!â bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room
âiâll start getting ready.â steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasnât even born yet. imagining what theyâd be like when it was born.
it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldnât drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.
after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steveâs face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.
âyou okay?â you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees
âhm yeah yeah weâre good! doing fine doll.â bucky said steve nodding in agreement
âalright weâll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in theirâŚâ you said with a grin on your face
âweâre fine just a little nervous!âsteve said kissing your cheek
after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named âbuckeveâ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called
ây/n?â
in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up
âitâs nice to see you all! please follow me!â the nurse said
you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you
âokay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what iâm gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and heâll come in and set you up okay?â
with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.
a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys
âcome in!â you said
âweâll hello y/n! how are you doing?â the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you
âhi! iâm doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!â you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved
âah well itâs nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?â he said as he started setting up his equipment
âyes very excited! a little nervous though.â steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected
âoh well i promise thereâs nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?â he said
âyeah of course!â you said lifting your shirt
âalright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!â he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach
âoh yeah thatâs cold!â you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach
âsorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!â he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine
as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.
âalright letâs see here! welp thatâs your baby their on the screen! your very early on so itâs only the size of maybe a pea now but itâll definitely grow quickly!â he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe
âhang on a minute..â the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry
âis something wrong sir?â bucky asked concerned
âno no nothings wrong! i just think i mightâve made a miscalculation thatâs all.â he said giving any context
âand that miscalculation would beâŚ.â you said impatient
âlooks like your having twins! congrats!!â he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth
âtwins??â bucky said in disbelief while you still couldnât speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world
âoh my godâŚweâre gonna have twins!!â you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.
âiâll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.â he said as he walked out
you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard
you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes
âoh buck câmere!â you said with open arms
âiâm sorry doll iâm just so happy. i never in my life wouldâve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.â he said sobbing into your neck
âi love you more bucky. iâm so proud of you.â you said rubbing his back as you mouthed âiâm proud of you too stevieâ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him
as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.
you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldnât believe how lucky you were.
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Hi! Can I request a young Sirius black x reader smut? Readers boobs are all tender and swollen and Sirius makes her feel better? Sirius black is definitely a boob guy
Thank you so much for you request! I really liked this idea and I had fun writing it! Hope you enjoy. xoÂ
Sirius Black and breast worshipÂ
Word count: 1601
[ warning: fem reader, description of aching breasts, slight praise kink, slight degrading kink, tittie slapping (mentioned once), breast worship, smut, titty fucking, mention of the words âslutâ ââgood girlâ etc...]Â
You let out a deep sigh, your breast uncomfortably pushing against your bra. You felt the wire dig into your ribs, making you twist and turn to try and get it in the right position.Â
You tried to focus on your food, watching as James did something stupid to try and please Lily, it didn't work. You kept twitching in your seat, your fork twirling around your uneaten food as you felt waves of ache wash over your chest.Â
"Something wrong?" Sirius whispered to you, taking a sip of his water as he eyed you suspiciously. You had been acting weird all morning, and it wasn't doing you any better that most of the guys wouldn't stop staring at your chest.Â
"Just fine," you muttered, fork scraping against your plate as you move your shoulder blades. You wanted to toss your bra away, going bare would at least give you some comfort for the ache.Â
"You don't seem fine," your boyfriend mused, his shoulder clinking with yours as he finished his drink. You glared at him, already fed up with how your day was going. You felt hot in the face, your throat sweating as you blinked back some sensitive tears.Â
"Yeah well I'm not, I'm uncomfortable and my tits fucking hurt," you whispered angrily to him, keeping your voice low in case anyone bystander would catch what you were saying.Â
Sirius pushed his plate aside, standing up before helping you stand as well.Â
"Where are you two going?" Remus asked eyebrow raised as some of the people at the�� Gryffindor table looked towards your direction.Â
"Just a well-needed break is all, don't wait up," Sirius told them, pulling you along the dinner hall. You let him, hoping he was going to provide some comfort to your aching breast.Â
"Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would have loved to be buried in your tits," Sirius asked, walking past talking portraits and statues before he got to the fat lady. He quickly said the password, pulling you along quickly up the stairs.Â
"I thought it would go away, Sirius please hurry they hurt," you whined, feeling your breast bounce against your bra as you make your way up the stairs, Sirius turns quickly eyes instantly going to your clothed chest. He gave you a smirk then connected his lips with yours.Â
"Shh, I'll take care of you real soon I promise," Sirius cooed quietly, leading you to his empty dorm. Once inside and the door locked with a charm, his fingers were opening your blouse. You let him undress you, helping him pull off the fabric.Â
He came to sit at the end of the bed, bringing you closer with a hand on your hip as he looked up towards you.Â
"Hurry up," you said, unhooking your bra as it fell against the floor. Sirius let his eyes wander to your exposed chest, your breast flushed and tender as you exhale from the release.Â
His hands instantly came to rest on them, palms massaging your aching tits as your hands found their way into his hair.Â
"Fuck they look so swollen baby," Sirius said, his fingers finding their way to pull against your nipple as you crawl onto his lap.Â
"Just touch them please, you make them feel better," you told him, pushing your chest into his hand as you let your eyes fall shut. You let out whimpers as he massaged your breasts, tears coaxing your vision as you felt relief wash over you.Â
The weight of them disappeared as Sirius kept playing with them, your breast slowly releasing the tension as it got messaged by his well-needed hands.Â
"That feels so fucking nice, you have no idea" you whimpered, shoulders relaxed as you lean into him. Your hips meet his, you easily fall into a subtle grind. You open your eyes briefly, seeing Sirius's face. His pupils were blown wide open, he looked like the happiest man alive. You chuckle, making your chest bounce as you can almost see Sirius roll his eyes into the back of his skull.Â
"God, can I fuck you? Please we have 20
Minutes, I wanna see your tits bounce," Sirius said straight forward, he stared into your eyes with a pleading look. His bottom lip almost quivered as he gave you his famous puppy dog eyes.Â
"Sure, but I don't wanna ride, you do the work," you say, getting off his lap as you fall against his bed. Sirius smiled, liking the new position as he started to undress himself quickly.Â
He kissed you gently, his hands working to get rid of your skirt. He didn't even take off your underwear, pushing them aside as his fingers came against your soaking slit.Â
"Your so wet baby, just from me playing with your tits?" Sirius teased, before lining his cock with your slit as he looked up towards your eyes.Â
"Oh shush Sirius, you wanna fuck me or not?" You told him, annoyed that your breasts weren't getting any attention. The ache slowly came back, making you whine as you stared up at him.Â
"May I?" He asked gently, the tip of his cock slowly pushing its way inside you. You deeply inhale, nodding your head as you hold right onto his shoulders.Â
He pushes in slowly, not stopping before he's buried hilt deep inside you. You exhale, getting used to the feeling as you find his hands. You bring his hands to your chest, making a whimper as you feel him take them.
"God your so fucking pretty," Sirius said, his palm massaging your breast once again as you let out pleased moans.Â
"I know," you winked at him, moving your hips as you guided him into moving. Sirius was absolutely awe-struck, his eyes wide as he fucked into you just right.Â
Your back immediately arched when his cock found your sweet spot, making you cling onto his flesh as you pressed yourself against him. You felt the relief fill you again as Sirius's hands worked their way to massage the underside of your breast. You enjoyed it, glowing in the feeling of being completely pampered.Â
"You like when I fuck you, don't you slut?" Sirius muttered loudly, his fingers hooking against your nipple as he gave them a generous tug. Your eyes opened quickly, breath catching in your throat.Â
When you didn't answer right away, Sirius let his hand come down to slap against your tender breast. Making your skin jump as you let out a loud whimper, you heard him chuckle before massaging over the forming red spot.Â
"I like when you fuck me, you make me feel so good," you praised him, feeling his hand ease up as he rolled your breast between his hands gently. You spread your legs wider, letting him hit every curve that was offered as your head fell against the pillow.Â
"I know you do, such a good girl for my cock," Sirius praised back, smiling as he pulled his hands away before placing them onto the back of your thigh.Â
He brought you closer, hips jerking into you as his cock filled you deep and hard. Your breath was uneven as you came closer to your high.Â
Sirius watched your tits bounce with each thrust, the sight almost making him cum hard. He fucked you faster, thrust becoming uneven but godly. You were almost screaming at the pleasure, your hands grabbing anything you could find as your eyes shut tight.Â
"Gonna cum against my cock?" Sirius asked, voice sweaty as he fucked you through your orgasm.Â
"Oh fuck, please don't stop," moans were leaving your lips quickly, you couldn't even process what you were saying as euphoria washed over you.Â
You felt him pull out, letting you take a moment to catch your breath. You opened your eyes, watching as Sirius continued to stare at your chest with a grateful expression.Â
"You didn't cum," you told him, a bit of guilt washed over you before you saw his happy expression.Â
"No, I will," he said, you gave him a confused expression. He couldn't possibly want to go again? You only have a few more minutes until class would start.Â
"Can I fuck your titties please?" He asked, sending you a small smile as you only nodded. Sirius made a loud sound, he was incredibly happy that his dick would be buried into your chest.Â
You slid onto your knees, his wooden floor felt hard against them but you couldn't care as you positioned your boobs against his cock.Â
Sirius grabbed your hair, running it through his fingers as he let you take the lead. You bounced your breast against his cock, spitting against it to create more friction.Â
The sight of you made Sirius almost cum, he didn't take long before he was groaning out his appreciation and white fluid coated your chest.Â
You pulled back, your breast less swollen and tender as they lay covered in cum. Sirius watched for a moment, taking in the glory of the sight before him.Â
"Your a fucking goddess," Sirius concluded, kissing your forehead before running off quickly to grab a towel. He cleaned you up swiftly, making sure to massage your breast between his hands to make sure they weren't still sore.Â
"Do they feel alright, they don't look as swollen," Sirius asked, helping you into your clothes before putting on his own.Â
"Yeah, they feel better. Thank you," you told him, kissing his lips while helping him buckle his belt.Â
"Any time," Sirius winked, heading towards your next class.
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no sleep
pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k
warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes
summary: youâre on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans
a/n: yâall iâve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because itâs so cute :,) i really hope ya like it
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jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.
âmy first guest tonight...â thereâs a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.
âyou wanna say it for me?â he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. âmy first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single âno sleep.â itâs currently number one in over seventy countries.â jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.
âsheâs here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!â
the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. youâre beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange helloâs over the noise.
youâve been in the industry for a few years, but youâll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.
âthank you!â you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. âthank you so much! oh my god,â you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. âthey clearly hated the song,â he jokes to you. âi was gonna say,â you agree, smoothing your dress down.
you look out at the crowd with a pout. âno, seriously. you guys are so cute.â jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.
youâve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you wouldâve brought him this time if he wasnât away for filming.
âso, you took most of the year off from making music,â jimmy starts the actual conversation. âmhm, i did,â you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. âhow was that? was it weird not being in the studio?â you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. âwhat did you actually do with yourself?â
âi mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.â a small smile crosses your face. âso, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.â jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.
âat the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,â you let out a reflective sigh. âit didnât have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?â jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. âno, donât give him all the credit.â
your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.
âare you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.â a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. itâs of tom under a blanket. heâs reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so youâre off camera, another giggle escaping you.
jimmy flips to another picture. âthat was exhibit A. hereâs exhibit B.â the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tomâs instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.
âarenât they just adorable?â jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. âheâs very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!â you do a small clap. little do you know, thereâs much more to come.
âyes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about âno sleep.ââ the song is one hundred percent about tom. youâre not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you werenât relaxing.
âwell,â you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. âitâs about what you do in bed when youâre, um, not sleeping,â you explain. âand who do you do those things in bed with?â jimmy glances up at the screen again. âyouâre choosing violence today, jimmy,â you say under your breath.
thereâs a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tomâs. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.
âwell, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. theyâre such angels,â you dodge the question, thinking youâre clever about it. jimmy wonât let you get off that easy. âfriends? family?â he asks you. âyeah, everyone,â you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. âso, that means âno sleepâ is about your mom?â
your mouth falls open. heâs really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.
âwhat the fuck, no!â you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. âitâs about tom,â you finally confirm so jimmy doesnât suggest anything else. âitâs about tom, my god. next topic.â youâre smiling despite yourself.
âwhy? donât you wanna tell us more about your lover?â jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. âno, this is my interview!â youâre half joking, half serious.
although you and tom arenât private at all, youâve never talked about him this much. itâs overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.
âthatâs too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,â jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isnât supposed to be part of your segment. âhuh? iâm literally so lost.â you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. âwe didnât talk about this.â
he pats the arm of your couch. âthey say thereâs no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!â
on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.
tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. âhappy release day,â he murmurs as you get to your feet. youâre not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.
âtommy,â you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone âawâsâ at you both, including jimmy. âmy love,â tomâs lips brush your cheek briefly. âhi, baby,â he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.
heâs been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time youâve seen him since he left.
âshouldnât you be in atlanta?â you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. youâre still doing an interview. âtodayâs a big day. i had to see you,â tom gives you one last squeeze. âin person,â he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.
the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. youâd be fully crying if you two were alone right now.
âshe doesnât want you here, though. remember?â jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. âiâll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.â âno, no, no, no. stay,â you whine and make grabby hands at him.
thatâs all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you donât want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.
âweâll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!â he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.
âhey, man. thanks for doing this,â tom puts a hand on jimmyâs arm. âanything for the happy couple. iâm gonna get some water, see you in five.â jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.
âbaby,â you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tomâs shoulder. âiâm so happy youâre here. i real life almost peed when you came out.â tom snakes his arm around your waist. âthat would be upsetting,â he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. âit wouldâve ruined your very pretty dress.â
âyou like it?â you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. âiâll tell you what,â he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. âweâre getting no sleep tonight,â he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.
he ends up being right.
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Peace
Karl Heisenberg x reader, Ethan Winters and the other Lords x platonic!reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RE8!!, insinuations to smut, talks about having children
Authorâs Note: this is so wacky and i just now finished it. Its just for fun and an excuse to write domestic resident evil 8 characters. I had a blast doing it. Also it was loosely influenced by @/nerdymixedpan on tiktok who makes this kind of AU stuff! Highly recommend their tiktoks
Summary: An AU where Ethan didnât kill any of the Lords and was convinced to stay, leave Mia (the crazy chick who tried to kill him and also worked for a sketchy company prior to that) and raise Rose with the Lords and the reader.
Genre: fluff
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
You were walking around Dimitrescu castle, as you often did. You hopped between places when you could. You always went to sleep at the Heisenberg factory but you did get along well with the other Lords and liked to pay them a visit when you could.
It was actually Cassandra who asked for your presence. You had heard of course that the village was being attacked but you didnât mind too much about that at the moment. Cassandra wanted you over at the castle, to try and talk some sense into Ethan Winters.
You had heard of Ethan at that point, of course. Everyone had. The father of the infamous Rose. But you didnât think you would get to meet him.
So you came over there and knocked on Alcinas bedroom door. She swung it open, gazing down at you. She was no longer surprised when she came over and usually was quite pleased to have someone to talk to. Rarely did she speak to people outside her daughters and Mother Miranda and she had a responsibility to those people. She didnât have a responsibility to you.
âWhat brings you along here? Weâre a bit busy. I assume youâve heard Ethan WInters has escaped Heisenbergs grasp.â You let out a huff of air and nodded.
âYes, he was not pleased when he came back home. Cassandra called, said I should try and talk to him.â
âCassandra wants him murdered.â
âMaybe she has some sympathy because of the baby,â you suggested. You gestured to the large castle. âAny idea where I can find him?â She shook her head, exasperated.
âIf I had any idea, donât you think I would have gone to find him already?â You nodded stiffly.
âI will look for him myself then. If you find a short person not in robes, double check to make sure itâs not me before you claw them,â you told her. She gave you a small smirk before you turned around and started back down the stairs.
You had free reign of the castle and had learned its insides and outs at this point. On occasion the girls asked you to stay over and hang out for a little while longer so you had slept there as well.
You started to check a couple of the rooms, walking around haphazardly. It was when you came to a room on the main floor that you found the Duke. He sat there and raised his eyebrows at the sight of you.
âYou arenât Ethan Winters,â he said.
âAh so youâve seen him. Care to point me in the right direction?â Duke shrugged a bit.
âHeâll be here eventually if you care to wait.â You let out a sigh. You could go searching but it was a sure bet that he will return to this spot. You pulled up a chair from the table there.
âAlright then. You selling any good food?â
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Ethan came running into the room as you were enjoying a nice dish. You stood up quickly, putting your dish down on the table. He had his gun up but dropped it at the sight of you.
âAre you a villager? Do you need help getting out?â he asked, clearly out of breath. You scoffed and shook your head.
âNo, no. Iâm here to talk to you Ethan.â He was still clearly frazzled. You grabbed your dish and held it up to him. âCare for some food?â you asked, hopefully as a peacemaker. He looked between you and the food and saw that you at least looked human.
He put his gun in his holster and took the food from you.
âAlright. What do you want to talk to me about?â he asked, sitting down at the table. âWho are you anyway?â
âThis is Karl Heisenberg's pet,â said the Duke. You scoffed.
âShush up, youâre not helping.â You sat beside Ethan. âEthan, I know where Rose is.â
âYou know where Rose is?! Where is she?!â
âShush, let me finish.â You cleared your throat. âThis whole thing, all of it, is about Mother Miranda. She took the place of Mia to try and take Rose away. She believes Rose will be a good vessel. Ethan, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl, none of the Lords are your enemy. Itâs just Mother Miranda.â
âWell it looks like everyone is trying to kill me.â You shook your head.
âIf you helped them kill Mother Miranda, they will let you keep Rose. In fact, I have it on good authority that most of them would love to help take care of her.â Ethan stared at you for a minute and leaned back. He had some food on his chin. You handed him a napkin and he took it gratefully. âAnd Ethan...Mia told Mother Miranda that you...youâre not exactly human.â
His eyes went wide.
âIâm sorry?â
âYouâre mold Ethan.â He was silent for a very long time. Everything raced through his head. Why would he want to stay here? Granted the castle was nice...and these people did know how to save Rose...it would protect him from anything else Chris had planned that he didnât know about.
And apparently, Mia had been keeping this secret for God knows how long.
It all seemed like too much for him.
âTake a second to take that in. I donât want to rush you but I have to talk to the daughters about it.â
âYou swear theyâll help me with Rose?â
âNo one wants her to die, Ethan. We want Mother Miranda gone.â He leaned back in his chair.
âWhy should I trust you?â
âIâm human. Iâm not mold, Iâm not an experiment. Just human. If I could live a happy life here, why canât you and Rose?â
That made sense. If anything made sense, that did. Ethan took a deep breath.
âFine. What do you need me to do?â
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Some Time After The Death of Mother Miranda
âHave you seen Rose? Sheâs getting bigger everyday.â Karl was speaking when he walked into your room. You were sitting on the bed, flipping through a book. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your face.
âWhat, now that youâve killed Mother Miranda youâve moved on to caring about the village baby?â you questioned, putting your hand in your palm. He gave you a look but you ignored him.
âYou act as though you donât want a baby every time you see her,â he commented. You scoffed.
âAnd it always ends up being pretty pleasurable for you doesnât it?â You grabbed his hand and pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.
âYouâre damn right.â He brought your hand up to kiss it. âEthanâs going to Moreaus today, to swim around with Rose. He invited you,â Karl said. You raised an eyebrow.
âDid he invite me or do you want a nice night again?â He kissed your hand again and then kissed your wrist.
âYou wonât know until you get there.â
âFair point my love, fair point.â You kissed his cheek and got up. âI have lunch with Donna but Iâll try and catch up with Ethan afterwards. I may make it, I may not.â You slid off the bed. âGuess youâll just have to wait to find out.â
He wanted to get up and drag you back but you were already walking out the door.
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Ethan was by the water, holding Rose in his lap. She was truly getting bigger every day. Moreau was standing beside them, dry now. Ethanâs hair was damp. They must have just gotten done swimming.
âGood of you to join us,â Ethan said as you walked over.
âSalvatore, EthanâŚâ You leaned over Ethan to look Rose in the eyes. âLittle Rosey. How was swimming you guys? Sorry it took so long, I was with Donna and lunch went overtime.â You sat down beside them.
âRose was perfect,â Moreau said. âSheâs a quick learner!â You nodded, looking over at her. You brought your finger up to her and she latched onto it.
âI believe it,â you said. Ethan locked eyes with you.
âI wanted you to come because I heard that Chris was trying to get into the factory.â You raised an eyebrow. You wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned against them.
âHeâs still trying to get in here? I thought once Miranda was killed he would leave us alone.â Ethan shook his head.
âApparently he wants Rose because sheâs an asset now,â he muttered but he was looking down at his daughter who was reaching up to his face. He sighed. âSheâs getting hungry.â
âYou should probably take her back to the castle then.â That was where Ethan usually slept with her. He figured it would be easiest to keep Rose safe with four vampires around at all time that adored her.
âYes my sister will be wondering where you are,â Moreau said. You nodded in agreement.
âIâll tell Karl about Chris although I donât think heâll get past the Lycans. Then he has to worry about the machines that Karl makes and those are a hassle too. Not the brightest, but a hassle,â you admitted, standing. âIâll walk you back.â Ethan nodded. You turned to Moreau. âIâll see you later as well. Try to catch up on the TV show we were watching, I donât wanna miss anything.â
âI will, of course!â he exclaimed. You smiled and then turned back to walk with Ethan and Rose back up to the Castle. You got into the boat.
âCan you hold her while I steer?â Ethan asked. You nodded and took Rose from him, cradling her in your arms. She was looking around, ever the well behaved child. Ethan started the boat and then you were off.
There was a few minutes of silence as he started to catch his bearings and you played with Rose. You and Ethan had grown close over the weeks he had lived there. He rarely knew peace and didnât trust it that much but you always assured him that it would be alright.
âI was thinking of maybe starting to rebuild the village,â you said, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow.
âBy yourself?â You scoffed.
âNo, obviously not. Iâd get the help of everyone. Donna and Angie already wanna pitch in and I figure I could guilt trip Karl into helping, with his whole telepathy thing. I think it could be a fun project. Plus if you accidentally lose a hand you can put it right back on.â
He nudged you, laughing.
âI donât think itâs a bad plan but who will live there?â
âUs maybe. Separate housing of course but it could be a home away from the Lords. And any villagers left stragglers around.â
âI donât think there are any left,â he told you.
âWell have you checked?â He was silent. âExactly. Rose may want a place for herself one day, who knows.â You looked back down at her. She was reaching up to play with your ear.
âSheâll need friends her own age one day,â he said, solemnly.
âWeâll see to that when it comes.â He looked back at you.
âHave you and Heisenberg ever talked about kids?â he teased. You laughed.
âWe have our hands full with Rose and the thousands of metal children he makes on the daily,â you admitted. You glanced down at Rose again. âBut maybe one day. He seems to be hinting at it and I donât know...maybe itâs not such a bad idea.â
Ethan glanced back at you and then quickly looked away. You looked happy, curious, wondering.
âIf itâs any help...Iâm glad I had her. Even if she got me into this whole mess,â he said laughing a bit. You smiled up at him as he pulled into the dock.
âYou want a little Heisenberg running around?â Ethan scoffed.
âI wouldnât mind a little you. Rose could have a friend.â He got out of the boat and you handed him Rose. You got out as well.
âWeâll see. Karl may be banking on it.â You both started to walk back into town. At the castle entrance you had to part.
âIâll see you tomorrow, if your legs still work.â You gasped, shoving him.
âYou have a mouth on you Ethan Winters for living in a house with four other grown women,â you said. He laughed and went into the gate without saying anything else.
The walk back to the factory was a pleasant one. The sun was setting and the breeze was nice. Not too hot, not too cold.
You made it back to Karl in record timing. He wasnât in the room so you went looking for him. He was in one of the work rooms, leaning over one of his new inventions. You walked up behind him and leaned over the head of the machinery.
âHey there kitten! Back up, it might come alive at any second,â he muttered, moving you back. You nodded, stepping away from the table. He turned off his recording and turned around to look at you.
âWell how was swimming with Moreau?â
âAnd Rose and Ethan. I caught the tail end. She had fun though. Youâre right, she is growing everyday.â
âI take it by you referencing our earlier conversation you remember how it ended.â
âIâm not doing it if this machine will come alive half way through and kill us.â Karl scoffed and took your hand.
âUp to the bedroom it is kitten!â You scoffed but let him drag you along, giggling the whole way up.
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Can you do MMIH blurb where the reader and Tom try and have alone time but the twins keep interrupting and tom gets frustrated and sends them to Nikki's nd Dom's place so they can have alone time?
Got a couple of requests on this concept so here it is the well deserved date night for them. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
Match made in Hell (series)
DATE NIGHT
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, soft passionate, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Running a business was never easy be it the mob or his new real estate business Tom always found paperwork grating. The constant signing of his initials after scrutinizing the legal documents line by line stacked in those manila folders on the table was strenuous. And on top of that when you walked into his office in the middle of the day dressed in that sundress that drove him insane didnât help much either. He was quick to put all the work aside and pull you in his lap.Â
With the kids and a business to run you could barely spare some time for each other. So whenever you managed a little alone time you were all over each other like some horny teenagers all desperate and needy. Your dress was bunched up to your waist, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as you grinded on his growing bulge. Tomâs breath was hot on your neck as he kissed the sweet spot behind your ear that made your knees go weak. You let out a whimper when he slipped a hand between your legs rubbing your clit through your panties feeling your wetness.Â
âFuck baby youâre soakedâ he grunted hastily undoing his belt and fly. He was about to pull out his throbbing length when you were interrupted by Leahâs sharp voice.
âMommy! Look, Nate ate my chocolates!âÂ
âNo mommy I did not!â Nate retorted as you stopped everything you were doing. Sighing against his mouth you pulled away from Tom.
âMmmmph donât go pleaseâ he whined, chasing your lips as his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to keep you close.
âI have toâ you kissed his nose and pressed your foreheads together with a smile.
âYou know I love them with my life but they are being serious cockblocks latelyâ he mumbled.
âDon't say like that, they are small and they need meâ you snickered.Â
âWhat about me? I need you tooâ he pouted, giving you his best puppy eyes.
âYeah that is the reason they are here in the first place so now deal with itâ you got off his lap standing up and fixing your dress while Tom sat on his chair with a scowl on his face. He knew he was being selfish but you both deserve some alone time together. He canât remember the last time you cuddled together and poured your hearts out, drifting off to sleep listening to each other's heartbeat. And then suddenly an idea went across his mind.
âBy the way, are you going to the diner today?â he asked.
âYeah, some deliveries will be arriving. I need to check them myself. Why?â Â
âTry to come home earlyâ
âFor what?â you glanced at him questioningly.
âJust be back by six. Youâll get to knowâ he insisted.
âOk Iâll tryâ you left, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
After solving the huge mystery of the stolen chocolates, it turned out that Nate indeed had eaten all of his sisterâs chocolates. You made him say sorry to her and then went to your diner. As promised you returned home early and were a little surprised to find the house oddly quieter than normal days.
âGood evening darling. How was your day?â Tomâs voice startled you as he walked in from the backdoor of the mansion. You also noticed how he was dressed differently tonight in a blue turtleneck and trousers, hair gelled back as his rolex glimmered on his wrist.
âIt was good but why is it so quiet in here? Where are the kids?â you asked, taking off your overcoat and handing it to Tom who took it from you and hung it on the coat hanger.
âAt their grandma'sâ he informed nonchalantly.
âThomas Holland, you just did not send our kids to your parents house to have sex with me did you?!â you raise an eyebrow questioningly.
âThatâs preposterous! I would never do that!â he gasped dramatically âit had been a long time since they visited their grandparents and mum was missing them too so I dropped them off at my parentâs for tonightâ he explained.Â
âOkay I believe you. So why did you ask me to come home early?âÂ
âWell I thought it has also been a long time we spent time together just the two of us so I arranged a little date night for usâ he revealed, smiling with glee.Â
âAww that's very sweet of you. So where are we going?â you asked curiously.
âYou'll see. Shall we Mrs. Holland?â he held out his hand for you.
âSure Mr. Hollandâ you slipped your arm into his with a smile.
Stepping out of the mansion you strolled through the blue stoned walkway hand in hand as he took you to the gazebo built in the middle of your huge lawn. As you neared it your eyes went wide in awe. The gazebo was decorated with fairy lights, a table for two was set with flowers and candles on it and a mix of your favorite songs playing.
âYou like it?â he asked softly.
âOh my god Tom I love it!â you gasped, taking his face between your hands and giving his lips a warm rather long kiss.
âMy lady,â Tom pulled out a chair for you.
âThank you kind sirâ you snickered sitting down as Tom took the seat opposite to you. He opens the bottle of wine and pours you both a glass. Raising your glasses in the air for a toast he admires your beautiful face glowing in the soft yellow light emanating from the candles. After you are finished having your dinner which, not to mention was delicious. You reached out your hands, taking his hands in yours gently.
âThis was perfect Tom, I really missed spending time with just the two of usâ you said, mindlessly tracing his wedding band with your thumb.
âIâm glad you liked Y/Nâ he gave a warm smile, squeezing your hands lightly.
âThank you so much Tom for...â
âAh ah not yet darlingâ he cuts you off.
âWhat else did you plan?â you gave him a puzzled look.
âFor that we have to go back inside the houseâ
âI think I already know what the surprise isâ you narrowed your gaze, giving him a knowing smirk.
âOh câmon youâll love it I promiseâ he said with an impish glee.
âWeâll see,â you laughed as you got up from your seats and slowly made your way back into the house and then headed to your room. Â
âYou might wanna changeâ he whispered into your ears as you felt butterflies in your stomach in anticipation at what he had planned for you âand donât come in before I sayâ he added before disappearing inside the bathroom. You unzipped your dress, taking it off as you decided to just put on your satin robe and sat on the edge of the bed wondering what he was doing inside for so long.
âY/N you can come in nowâ you heard him call out after sometime. The lights were off as you padded your way inside to have your jaws dropped. Tom had drawn a bubble bath for both of you. The room was lit with your favorite scented candles, the sweet scent looming in the air and rose petals scattered everywhere.
âSo what do you think?â Tom asked, sitting inside the bathtub.
âWell you got me speechless Hollandâ
âI thought whatâs better than a relaxing bubble bath at the end of the dayâ
âCanât argue with thatâ you snickered.
âNow come on in before the water gets coldâ he invited you.
You untied the knot of your robe and slipped it off your shoulders letting it fall on the floor. Tomâs eyes were on you watching every slight movement of yours mesmerized. He can never get enough of you and your beautiful body. You stepped inside the tub as Tom spread his legs a bit to accommodate you. You sat down between his legs leaning back on his chest instantly relaxing at the feeling of the warm water hugging every inch of your skin as you breath in the aroma of the bubble bath. Tomâs warm chest brushing against your back adds to the feeling as you melt into him soaking in the heat radiating off his body. It was like heaven and this is exactly what you needed.
âComfortable?â he asked as you nodded in a yes. Tom brought his hands up to your shoulders, gently pushing his thumbs into them, massaging your tired muscles. He rubs his hands all over your shoulders and upper back relieving the knots. A little moan escaped your lips whenever he hit a spot.
âYou really need to give serious thought to taking up the job of a masseurâ you snickered.
âWell as I told you before itâs only for a special personâ he said continuing to massage at the base of your neck.
âIt feels goodâ you sighed in content.
âOh yeah?â
âMmhmmâ you hummed.
âI have another way to make you feel betterâ he murmured against the shell of your ear and your breath hitched.
âHowâs that?âÂ
Tom wrapped his right arm around you, cupping one of your breasts. He places his other hand on your knee, running it across the expanse of your thigh before dragging them along your inner thigh. The cold wedding band on his ring finger a sharp contrast against your warm skin sending shivers down your body.
He spread your delicate folds with his long fingers and dragged them slowly up and down taking his own time. He littered your neck and shoulder with bites and kisses as his fingers explored you and little waves of pleasure coursed through your body. He switched between pinching your nipple and squeezing your breast as you grind your ass against his cock.
âWant my fingers inside you love?â he purred.
âYes... yes please Tomâ your voice came out shaky yet desperate.
He bites on your shoulder gently as he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you in one swift motion. The feeling of his knuckles pressed deep against you felt so overwhelming makes you clench involuntarily. His fingers massaged your velvety walls pushing in and out of you drawing out delicate moans of his name from you. His thumb soon found your bundle of nerves drawing slow circles around it. You grinded your ass back against him harder as he picks up his pace.
âNeedy for my fingers, arenât ya?â he chuckled as you mewled in response. Your head tilted to the side as he trailed kisses back up your neck, nipping at your earlobe while his fingers worked on your wetness. He whispered praises into your ear as you clenched around his fingers, legs threatening to close. Tom placed a hand on your thigh to keep your legs apart. He could tell you were close as your body grew heavier in his grasp.
âYou gonna cum for me darling?â he curled his fingers inside you hitting your spot.
âYes...fuck Tom... right thereâ your body fell back against him. Tom knelt down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he rubbed at your clit faster. Your body convulsed as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Tom held you against him as you came down from your high you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass.Â
You turned around in your post orgasmic haze placing your hands on his chest straddling his waist. You captured his lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipped past your lips dominating you as he ran his hand down your bare back. Your wet bodies rubbing against each other as you moaned into each other's mouths.
âRide me baby. Wanna feel every inch of youâ he said pulling away, the deep baritone of his voice making your pussy throb with need.
You lifted yourself up gripping on his shoulders tightly as Tom grabbed his dick and lined it to your hot, wet and welcoming entrance. You slowly sunk down on him, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he filled you up. You can never get used to him always stretching you in the most incredible and delicious ways. Tom groaned loudly, bottoming out.Â
You started to ride him, gradually gyrating your hips in a slow motion. His hands falling to your hips guiding you up and down his length. Your hips meet with each and every thrust, water splashing out of the tub which you could care less about right now. He knelt down peppering your chest with kisses and love bites, your fingers knotted in his hair tugging on the roots as you bounced on his cock.
Tomâs hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control. You gasped when he picked up the pace, plunging deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him as he thrusted up into you mercilessly. You hid your face in the crook of his neck sucking a mark into his skin. Tom felt your body tremble, your walls squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were almost there.
He wrapped an arm around you holding you securely while his other hand reached down between your wet bodies. He began rubbing your oversensitive clit in fast circular motion that sent you tipping off the edge. You wrapped your arms around him trying to keep him as close as possible as you slowly rode out your high. Your walls spasmed around him which sets him off too. His whole body shudders and he spills his seed inside you.Â
Both of your chests were heaving as you came down for the high. He leaned back against the edge of the tub with you in his embrace. You sit back to find a goofy smile on his face .Â
âI love youâ your hand traces his jaw and you lean in to kiss him âyou always take care of me so wellâ you murmured against his lips. Tom tugged on your bottom lip, a grin forming at the corner of his lips.
âWe are just getting started, darlingâ
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Yellow Carnations (Destiny Written in Begonias Part 1)
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Summary: After hearing something deep within the woods, you give into curiosity and investigate. Who knows, whatever you find could be a prize.
Warnings: Swearing, slightly graphic violence (just some zombies getting dismembered)
Word count: 3,715
(A/N): So, welcome to my new series! I have so many ideas for this that Iâd love to write. This story will be very gay, fluffy, and sorta angsty, so buckle up my children!
So just a lil background info: the reader is Technoâs adopted daughter. She is a piglin hybrid, but she is more human looking than piglin. This takes place about eighteen years after the most recent events of the SMP.
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âTechno, I think we have enough ender pearls for tonight.â You glanced to your side to look at your father and Philza, the enchantments of their armor glowing dimly in the moonlight and the orange light of the torches in their hands. Philza stretched his body and his wings out, a small groan escaping his mouth and small cracks sounding from his joints.
âThe nightâs still young, Phil!â Technoblade grinned, his gold capped canines glinting slightly. His hand moved to gently rest on the handle of his sword.
You snorted to yourself, âyou two, however, arenât.â A small shove came from your side making you stumble slightly, laughter bubbling from your throat.
âIâm just going to pretend that I didnât hear anything,â Philza crossed his arms and looked off to the side. Though, you could hear a smile in his tone and the beginnings of a chuckle.
âIâm sorry,â you chuckled, âDad set me up for that one. The opportunity was too good to pass up.â
âIâll set you up for longer training sessions if you keep going for⌠âopportunitiesâ like that.â He glanced down at you with amusement glinting in his eyes and tugging at the corner of his lips.
His statement, though lighthearted, immediately made you stop laughing. You knew him well enough to know that he wasnât joking; the last time you laughed it off you had to endure two extra hours on top of the four hour sessions you had daily. By the end of the punishment, your arms felt like they were going to fall off.
âNo! I take it back, you guys are young! Not a single-â
âYouâre digging yourself an early grave if you finish that sentence, kid. Besides, you canât pass up opportunities like these!â
âI think Iâm good for now,â you shivered slightly when a breeze blew past you. It was starting to grow colder as the night dragged on. Technoblade, noticing this, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him securely. Though the Blood God never shows mercy, he couldnât let his only child succumb to a head cold; thatâd just be barbaric.
You jumped at the feeling of the freezing netherite making contact with your bare arm. âSorry,â he murmured sheepishly, âforgot how cold the armor is⌠We should probably head back, itâs getting cold.â
As your family started to make their way back towards the tundra, banter was exchanged between the three. The journey out of the forest was uneventful, only a few mobs had attempted to attack or sneak behind you. Just as you reached the edge of the forest, a noise caught your attention.
It sounded like it was only a couple of minutes away; so faint that if you werenât actively listening for it, it would have nearly been lost in the night. If you strained your ears, you could hear the trampling of dry leaves making you assume that there were several people or animals in that area. Alongside it, there was a faint whimpering.
Your curiosity was piqued, just what was making that noise?
â(Y/n), is everything alright?â You looked back at Philza. It seemed that they walked a bit away from you while you stopped at the forestâs edge to listen to the sound.
You absentmindedly nodded, âyeah, Uncle Phil. I think I left my bow back in that clearing when we were taking a break so Iâm just going to go grab that. You guys can keep going home, Iâll be right behind you.â
âWe can go with you-â
âNo, you donât have to. Iâm old enough to go alone.â
Philza and Technoblade then spoke at the same time, âalright, weâll just meet you there.â âAbsolutely not.â
Philza elbowed Technobladeâs side lightly and looked up at him. They were silently communicating with pointed looks and pursed lips, every expression understood completely by the other. You never understood how they did that, even if they raised you. You could remember making a journal dedicated to deciphering their expressions, but you never could truly understand it (that, and ânose scrunch and eye narrowâ meant multiple things).
Eventually, Technobladeâs shoulders slumped and he ran a hand down his face tiredly, âyou know the rules?â
You rolled your eyes, âof course I do. Fight to win, go for the throat, if you lose your weapon go for the pressure points. You remind me daily.â
He stared at you for a moment before his ear flicked, âdonât take long, weâll be waiting.â They both turned and started to trudge towards the spruce forest in the distance.
Without a second thought, you ran into the forest with your ears perked. Following the noise was easy, the whimpers had turned into high pitched whines. You leapt over stumps and ducked under low hanging branches as they blocked your way; nothing was going to stop you from finding out what was making that noise.
Eventually, you broke through the trees and found yourself in a grassy clearing surrounded by large stones. If it were spring, youâd imagine wildflowers sprouting everywhere you stepped. A small spring sat in the furthest corner of it, waterfalls cascading over the jagged stones and crashing into the water below. Near the cliffside, a hoard of groaning zombies swarmed something and they were closing in on it. Now, what was it they were attacking?
You quickly unsheathed your golden sword and sprinted towards the hoard. The crunching of the dried, colorful leaves under your feet was enough to drag the zombiesâ attention to you.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you made your first swipe at one of their torsos. In an instant, the zombie was bisected and fell to the ground. With a twirl, you slashed at multiple zombies at once. They all collapsed to the ground as their rotting flesh was torn and couldnât support their crumbling bodies any longer.
As soon as all of the zombies were laying dead on the ground, you wiped your blade off on one of their torn tunics and sheathed it. Taking a step back to look at the bodies littered on the floor, you smirked; this was too easy.
Now, without the obstacles, your prize awaits you. Eagerly, you looked over to see what the zombies were swarming. Instead of the scared villager you were expecting, the person that stood there completely took your breath away.
The woman was wearing a simple white dress with a baby blue shawl shadowing the upper part of her face. Her skin was fair and her face was round, a button nose laid in the center of her face and plump pink lips slightly parted showing off straight white teeth. Curly dark brown hair framed the sides of her face and spiraled down to rest on her shoulders.
She was tall for a human, about five-foot-ten if you were to estimate. Her hands moved to clasp in front of her elegantly, your eyes catching sight of light blue nailpolish decorating her perfectly shaped nails.
Red was starting to dust her cheeks and her breathing was starting to return to normal. That was good, at least she wasnât going into shock. For someone who nearly got eaten alive by the undead, she looked relatively calm and well put together.
âAre you alright?â You tried to keep your voice even, but there was a light wobble to it. You thickly swallowed, cursing yourself for showing any emotion in front of this stranger. The mask that hid the upper part of your face gave you a sense of security and safety, it hid most of your emotion.
You saw her lips move, but no sound came out. Were you going deaf like your father? You shouldnât be; you havenât blown up an entire nation yet. You stepped closer in hopes of hearing her better, âexcuse me?â
Her lips curled up into a smile, dimples appearing on her cheeks, âOh, I just said that Iâm fine, nothing else. May I get the name of my knight in shining armor?â
Her voice was soft and light. Though it was on the deeper side, it had feminine, euphonious undertones; it was like honey was dripping out with every word she spoke. Just by the way she spoke, you assumed that she came from the nearby kingdom.
You smirked, playing along with the small game she was setting up. Stepping closer and kneeling, you grabbed her hand and brought it to your lips. Her hands were soft and velvety, a part of you longed to hold it in yours all day long.
Against her knuckles, you spoke, â(Y/n) Blade at your service. And you, my fairest lady?â
âPrincess Helen Dahlia Eret, but please, call me Dahlia; Helen was my mother. Pleased to make your acquaintance.â
You snorted, she was really dedicated to this game. Youâd just play along with her, why not? Itâs not like you have anything else to do. âWell, princess, itâs about time for you to head back to your castle.â
You looked up at her through your eyelashes and caught sight of the outline of her shadowed features. You could see her purse her lips, âyou think Iâm lying, donât you?â
âForgive me for thinking so, your highness!â You snickered, âthe princess shall not step foot outside of her chambers, lest a scrape shall mar her flawless skin!â
She smirked before placing a delicate finger underneath your chin, tilting it upwards. You could feel your face grow hot as she removed her shawl. Ivory white eyes stared back at you smugly, sending a shock through your body. You werenât sure if the jolt you felt was from her beauty or from the fact that she wasnât lying.
âWould you like to try again, my knight?â She cooed to you, her other hand coming down to rest on your cheek. You stood up and gaped at her, âoh fuck, youâre actually the princess.â
A part of you wanted to dislike her for her title and for the royal blood that coursed through her veins. That blood tainted her, filling every nook and cranny with vile corruption. âAll governments are bad,â Technoblade had taught you early on in your life, âthey should, under no circumstances, be trusted.â
Though her parent Eret had been a fair king, always attending to the needs of their people, you were anticipating their corruption. If your memory serves you right, they were the one that betrayed the revolutionaries during the Lâmanberg Revolution simply because of their thirst for power. If they were a power hungry traitor before, whoâs to say that they wonât be blinded by it again?
Every fiber in your body screamed at you to sink your sword through her abdomen to put her down, just like the bloodthirsty hounds that hailed long before her. You could just end her right now, make it quick and just leave her body here. Itâd be easy and it would bring chaos to the SMP Kingdom, causing mass paranoia and tearing it apart from within. Itâd be delicious, something that would give you a high youâd ride for years. You wanted to paint the grass with her blood, but something deep within you protested.
Filthy blood nourished her body, but that didnât take away from her sheer and complete beauty or the way she covered her mouth with a delicate hand to hide her laugh. That did not take away from how she had cupped your cheek moments before, your skin still tingled where her hand was. That didnât suppress the butterflies that fluttered wildly in your stomach when she stepped into the moonlight.
She put her hand out and smiled, âwonât you accompany me to my castle, my faithful warrior?â You merely put on a cold, uncaring facade and side stepped her.
â...You got yourself here, yes? You can find your way back.â
âWell you see,â she moved to rub the back of her neck and awkwardly chuckled, âI was hoping you know the way back?â
You couldnât stop the snort that escaped your mouth, something about her made her irresistible. âYouâve got to be kidding me, you just ran blindly into a forest?â
âHey, you would too if you were being chased by zombies!â
âExcuse me, who was the one that just slaughtered said zombies in under a minute?â You raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.
âI donât have a sword like you do,â she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at you.
âEven then, I doubt you know how to use one. Here,â you unsheathed the large sword and held it out to her, âI bet you canât even hold it up.â
âCan too!â She protested before snatching the sword out of your hands. She grunted slightly at the heavy weight, almost dropping it, but she quickly steadied it. Looking up at you with a smug, slightly reddened face, she shook slightly. âSee? Itâs not that hard.â
You quirked an eyebrow beneath your mask, âoh really?â
âY-yep,â was all she managed to choke out before she stepped back and dropped the tip. It swung down and buried itself inside the dirt below, scouring the earth as it made contact.
Smirking at her, you took it back with ease, putting it back into its sheath slung around your back. You once again stepped around her and started walking in the other direction.
âWhere are you going?!â
âTo the castle, you said you wanted me to take you home.â Â
She rushed to your side and grabbed your arm with both of her hands. They snaked around your bicep and tangled themselves in your cape. You could feel yourself soar at the contact; you had to fight against every instinct to hook your arm with hers. You ripped yourself out of her embrace and put some distance between the both of you.
She crossed her arms and hugged herself, shivering slightly, âhow are you not cold?!â
âItâs barely cold out here,â you mentally scolded yourself for being a hypocrite, âyouâll be fine.â
She said nothing and continued to walk. As you got further and further into the forest, she merely started shivering more. You could hear her teeth chattering loudly and could see goosebumps decorating the skin on her bare arms. Sighing, you unhooked your cape and slung it over her shoulders.
She squeaked in surprise at the feeling before realizing that you gave her your cape. She grabbed the edges and pulled it closer to her before snuggling deeper into the cloth; you could feel your heart explode at the small sigh that she let out and the content hum that left her mouth. Just as she looked up at you, you made quick work of looking away. The ground was very fascinating at the moment.
âThank you,â she murmured. You just curtly nodded, avoiding looking at her.
The walk to the castle was short, luckily she hadnât run far from her home. Just as the castle walls were in your sights, she tried holding your arm again. Once again, you stepped away from her.
âCâmon,â she chuckled, âI donât bite.â
âWell I do. You really need to learn not to trust a stranger, princess.â
���Well, we arenât strangers. We know each otherâs names, do we not? And besides, I bet youâre just a massive teddy bear.â
âI donât know what your teddy bears looked like as a kid, but they certainly werenât me. If I wanted to, I could take your hand clean off with a single twist and pull,â you growled out. She was silent once more as she led you towards a specific part of the castle.
â...Why are you so defensive? At least treat me like you did before we knew each other!â She unhooked the cape and shoved it towards you. You gladly took it and put it back on. To your sheer embarrassment, you felt joy as you caught a whiff of books and expensive perfume. It smelled like her.
â...I couldâve just left you back there if I wanted to, consider this a favor. Respect is earned, not given. Even to royalty.â
You turned to leave, you cape swishing behind you as you turned. Before you could walk off, a hand on your arm stopped you. âWait. Even if youâre a massive jerk,â she sighed out, âI still have to thank you. So, thank you for saving my life; Iâm indebted to you, my douchey knight.â
She leant up on the tips of her toes and gently placed her lips on your cheek. You froze and watched as she turned on her heel. She walked towards the entrance with several glances back at you, some of them being smug and others being questioning. It was like you were entranced underneath the veil of a spell, unable to move until she disappeared from sight.
The walk home was quiet with no mobs sneaking up on you. The entire time, the memory of her kissing your cheek replayed endlessly in your head. Though the very thing you disliked more than anything was embodied in her, you couldnât help but fall for the natural charm she had. You were probably just tired, it was getting late into the night after all.
As you walked through the door, you could see Technoblade impatiently waiting for you on the couch. He had a book open in his hand and his half-rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of his snout.
âYouâre late.â
âSorry, I just ran into more mobs than I anticipated.â
Technoblade said nothing as his eyes flickered over your body, looking for even the smallest of scrapes. When he didnât find anything, he nodded to himself and stood up. Tiredly, he walked over to you and ruffled your hair before trudging to his room.
âAre you sure the only thing you ran into was mobs?â
âYeah,â you cleared your throat, âjust a lot of zombies.â
He rolled his eyes and gave you a knowing smile before walking over to you. He swiped his thumb across your cheek and showed it to you. It was stained with a light pink color. âIn all of the centuries I spent living in this world, not once have I seen a zombie wearing pink lipstick or,â he took your cape in his hand and sniffed it slightly, âcherry scented perfume.â
Your face exploded in heat as you made hasty work of scrubbing your cheek making the older man laugh quietly at you, âall youâre doing is smudging it all over your face. Some warm water and soap will get it off fast⌠Now, wanna tell me who gave you that?â
You stared at his smug expression and quickly came to the realization that he wouldnât let this go unless you told him. Or, at least until you told him what happened.
You sighed and started to remove your armor, placing it on the armor stand situated between Philzaâs and Technobladeâs armor. You had insisted that the armor stands were in this specific order, it just made sense with the height differences between the members of the household. Since you were between Philzaâs and Technobladeâs height at 6â4 (and still growing), it made sense with the order of the armor in terms of size.
You made your way over to the couch and sat down with a sigh, Philza following suit. He gave you a reassuring smile, âwhenever youâre ready.â
So you told him everything that had happened that day. Needless to say, Philza was happy for you, asking you questions about the interaction.
âIt sounds like sheâs perfect for you, kiddo.â
âThatâs the thing, Uncle Phil. She isnât,â you ran a hand down your face and leaned back onto the back of the couch, your head resting on the top of the cushion. You heard Philza shift slightly before he grabbed your hand.
âNow,â he asked gently, âwhat makes you think that?â
âSheâs King Eretâs daughter. Helen Dahlia Eret,â you sardonically chuckled, âI really thought she was just joking when she said âprincessâ.â Every part of you wished that that was a joke. That she would laugh and tell you that it was part of the game she was playing. But no, she just had to be royalty.
âEretâs better than most, they are a good king,â he reminded you.
âStill, thereâs royal blood in her. Sheâs actively a part of a government⌠I wanted to kill her on the spot; hell everything in my body was screaming at me to slaughter her, but I didnât. I couldnât.â
âSometimes, someone is more than the blood inside of them; maybe she isnât as bad as you think she is. Someone could be born into a family of saints and still destroy everything they touch. On the other hand, someone could be born surrounded by the lowest of humanity and grow up to become the best person youâll ever meet. You have to understand that blood isnât everything to a personâs character.â
You didnât say anything, contemplating what he said. She didnât seem like someone to rule with an iron fist, and neither did her parent. Tubbo was the first person to come to mind. He was raised by a malicious, tyrannical idiot, a man that had valued absolute power and booze over anything else. Your uncle turned out to be the most caring person youâve ever met, always making sure that those around him are in a good mood even if he himself wasnât.
However, itâs best to be cautious of somebody. Your mind flashed back to Wilbur and Dream, the two men rotting away in Pandoraâs Vault together until either their time alive is up or time itself expires. They were charismatic and kind on the outside, but on the inside, they are two of the most heinous men youâve ever met.Â
It seemed like your mind was running in circles, bouncing between both conclusions like it was being slammed between two surfaces.
â...Do you think youâll see her again?â Philza asked you, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles and squeezing it comfortingly when you didnât respond immediately.
You sighed, standing up and walking out of the room, âif the odds are in our favor, we wonât see each other any time soon.â
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In Case You Donât Live Forever
~chapter three rewritten~
Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader
Synopsis: you are Peterâs greatest love and Spidermanâs greatest enemy
Series Masterlist
Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldnât get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all youâd only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?
Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.
âAlright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, thatâs whatâs on my mind.â Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.
âNothing sir. Sorry, Iâll pay attention.â Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.
âSo its a girl. Alright. Who is she?â Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.
âThis girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. Iâd see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. Sheâs beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. Itâs like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. Thereâs just, thereâs something about her. I feel like Iâve always known her, and I donât even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didnât know she lived across the hall.â Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.
âOh God. You said something stupid, didnât you?â Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.
âI insulted her dead father and called him smelly.â Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.
âBut she found it funny and agreed with me.â Peter quickly followed up.
âWow. Normally Iâd say thereâs no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.â Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.
âNo. Spider-Man isnât a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. Thatâs why I invited her over for dinner tonight.â Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldnât let Peter get too cocky.
âThat was a test and you passed.â To y quipped. âAlright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out Iâm gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, Iâm gonna be pissed.â
Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.
You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didnât want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.
You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if heâd be waiting right behind.
âI know what youâre thinking.â He stated. âIâll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if Iâm just really fast. â
He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.
You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didnât get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.
âYou look nice.â Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didnât fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.
âConverse with a dress.â He noted. âBold move.â
You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.
âOh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.â You joked as you clicked your heels together. âYou look nice too. VeryâŚFreddie Benson.â
Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.
âDude. Youâre tanking.â Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldnât be going worse.
But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.
âThatâs what I was going for!â He cheered. âMy friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesnât have the vision.â
âCome in.â He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. âDinners almost ready.â
Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didnât see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.
âYou must be Y/N. Itâs very nice to meet you.â You heard a womanâs voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.
âI am. Itâs very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.â You said politely and shook her hand.
âPlease.â She shook your hand. âCall me May.â
âMay.â You repeated with a smile.
You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of âmeatloafâ was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term âmeatloafâ is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.
âItâs not as bad as it looks.â He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, âitâs way worse.â
You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.
âSo, Y/N, where do you go to school?â May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.
âIâm actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.â You told her. âAnd I work part time as a reporter.â
âThatâs a very good school.â She complimented. âAnd I thought you looked familiar. Iâve seen your show on YouTube.â
âI havenât.â Peter realized. âWhatâs it called?â
âThe L/n Report.â You answered. âI started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.â
âOh. Iâve read some of yoru articles, but I havenât seen the show.â Peter realized. âI canât believe you do that. Thatâs really cool. Youâre really cool.â
âThank you.â You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.
âPeter told me about your father.â May changed the subject. âIâm so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?â
âHe did.â You nodded. âAnd itâs all right. We were estranged anyway.â
âIt must be so different living alone in a city.â May sighed. âDid you dorm while at Berkeley?â
âNo, I lived with my boyfriend.â You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.
âPeter. Manners.â She said sternly.
âBoyfriend?â Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.
Oh great. Time for this conversation.
âEx-boyfriend.â You corrected. âI got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasnât too happy about it.â
âHe broke up with you over that?â Peter raised an eyebrow. âThatâs gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup Iâve ever heard.â
âMay I ask how you got him demoted?â May wondered.
âWell, Iâm an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.â You began. âI looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.â
âCarlton Drake, right?â She realized the story sounded familiar. âI read about that. Your exposĂŠ about him was everywhere.â
âDidnât he die in his own rocket?â Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.
âYea. I was there. Me andâŚmy friend.â You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.
âGosh I read that story forever ago.â May recalled. âIt was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? Iâm pretty sure you hung it up.â
Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.
âI just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.â Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.
âThank you Peter.â You smiled fondly. âHow old are you anyway?â
â19. Iâll be 20 on August 10th.â He said proudly. âWhat about you?â
âHeâs legal.â Venom whispered in your ear. You couldnât even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.
âIâm 20.â You told him, and smile crept across his face.
âAnd this boyfriend, where is he now?â May asked. May wasnât blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew thatâs what Peter was dying to ask.
âI would very much also like to know that.â Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.
âHeâs engaged, actually.â You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. âTo a friend of mine. Theyâre getting married this summer.â
It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didnât feel sad, like you thought you would. You didnât really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.
âThatâs great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. Itâs always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe itâs with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or aâŚa neighbor.â Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. âIâm sorry that things didnât work out though. Between you and him, I mean. â
âThanks.â You shrugged. âIt was tough at first but, Iâm okay now. He wasnât the one.â
âWhen you do find the one, youâll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said âthatâs the one youâve been looking forâ and I believed it.â May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.
âThatâs lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldnât say that itâs been looking for that person. I always thought it would say âwelcome homeâ, or something like that. You know? Like, youâve always known them. I donât know though. Maybe Iâve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.â You shrugged.
âAh. Thatâs a classic in this household.â May recalled. âPeter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.â
âBecause itâs a cinematic masterpiece.â Peter sassed. âYouâre trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.â
You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.
May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, âYeah. I suppose you do have good taste.â
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It's a Twin Thing: Part 1. Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader
Note: English is not my first language or Romanian. Also, this was written in a hurry as I was babysitting.
Y/A: your name
The story is in second-person, thus, the reader is the main character.
Inspiration: this is inspired by:
My Sebastian Stanâs fan chats on WhatsApp; we support Supernatural too, thatâs why the Winchester are mentioned.
Word count: 2568
Warnings: Smutâthis is +21 and not for everyone.
Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback, please. đ¤âŚ
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It was a hot summer's day when you came home early to surprise your boyfriend, who is finally off from his duties as an actor and having a little time off for a holiday. You and Sebbie, your boyfriend of a year, now decided to stay in New York, as he missed being in his favourite place on earth.
You were early, holding lots of bags that were blocking your sight to the door. All worth it, because you will be able to cook him a homemade meal and show him that new lingerie you have got. If he forgot, you will remind him where home is.
You put everything down and took off your shoes; you started unbuttoning your blouse and taking off your pants. You were eager to take a shower and start cook for him.
You opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there fixing his hair in front of the mirror, yet he turned to face you. Before he spills a word.
You muttered, "Hey, I did not know you will be early."
You narrowed the gap between the two of you and taking his lips to meet yours in an intense kiss.
You missed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, making the kiss sensual and he had no problem putting his hands on the curves of your waist pulling you closer to him.
When you broke the kiss, you took a moment to look into his eyes âBebelus, there is something different about you."
He was blushing and puzzled "Yes!" He sighed, "you have mistaken me for Seabase, did not you."
You jumped a step forward in panic "James? Oh, my God! I am so sorry."
You were trying to cover your body and confusion took over you.
"But you kissed me back." You were angry that almost slapped him, but he dodged your hand.
"Easy doll, I am sorry?" He came off guilty.
"I heard things about you. I did not know you would be your e." You spoke while your eyes gazed upon the floor.
"My plane arrived this morning. I am so sorry that Seabass did not tell you." He kept fixing his hair, which is identical to Sebastian.
"We got on the wrong foot your e, but can you please give me a moment?" You pointed at your body as you were wearing nothing but your undergarments.
"Oh! I will be outside." He shut the door behind him as he left.
You turned on the water and let it run, washing away your impressment.
James is Sebastian's identical twin. James Buchanan Barns and Sebastian Stan Barnes. Stan was Sebastian's middle name, something related to his mother's Romanian roots.
James has a military classified job, while his brother made a career for himself in acting.
Not even their mother could tell them apart, except that Sebastian is a dork and James, as they call him Bucky, is an easy-going ladies-man.
When you finished showing and dressing up. The sound from the kitchen seemed as if your boyfriend was having a loud conversation with himself.
They even sound identical, you thought to yourself, gathered your strength and stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," you waved for both of them.
"Oh, baby! Bucky told me about the incident" the twin with jogging clothes came and wrapped his arms around you.
You almost stopped him "Sebbie, baby, is that you?"
Yes, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and then your lips.
"I am so sorry, that I forgot to mention that Bucky was coming." He soothed you with another sweet kiss.
"We were not introduced properly," Bucky said playfully
"This is Y/A, my girlfriend and lady of the house." He said, then pointed at Bucky, "this is the famous, James Buchanan, Bucky, my mysterious brother."
"Seabase told poems of you. I am sorry that we have that incident," he implied the earlier kiss.
"No, worries" you am smiled and extend a hand "Welcome to our home, Bucky" he took your hand and smiled calmly.
At the dinner table, Sebastian and Bucky were laughing and catching up. You were calm and just appreciating the home-cooked dinner by Bucky.
"You are talented at cooking." You were enjoying the cuisine.
"I, the chief, and Seabase were the tidy one." He looked at his brother, "we are a team of cooking and cleaning."
Except that, I don't cook," Sebastian said joked
âBucky, you know it is today?â Sebastien was busy eating.
Bucky was stunned âa family and friends gathering!â âYou are going to see the gang.â Sebastien was rather excited about this more than anything you have seen before.
Georgeta Orlovschi, or as her official name now, Georgetta Stan was a lovely woman, a Romanian immigrant who fell in love with an American to a marriage that brought the best thing in her to the world, the twins; James and Sebastian.
As a violinist and part of the New York Opera House, she met their father, Mr William Barnes, a well-known handsome conductor who made her world perfect.
The world was perfect until she had to change diapers and stay up with William by her side.
William was of a well-known wealthy family, but Mrs Barnes was an Eastern European woman. She wanted to have deities by herself and not to have servants to do all the work.
Her friend Mary Winchester, the wife of William's closest friend, John â was the nicest woman you can meet, a Taxes woman. Mary was like Mrs Barnes. She did not like servants to do the job; she took upon duties of her firstborn, Dean, and later she had Sam, a few years before the Twins.
The boys grow up together.
Dean took the eldest brother's duties to the bone. Even when the new kid, Steve Rogers, became best friends with Bucky; he took him under his wing.
The gang, no one could touch his brother or their friends.
Soon after they entered Middle School and Dean was a senior, Steve got into a fight. Dean came close to the boys to find Bucky just leaving his book aside and taking the ground by his friend.
Sebastian was the one in front of both. No one hurt Steve.
Sam hurried to Dean for safety. Dean arrived and tried to calm everyone down "Steve said he was sorry." He smirked at the boy, who was angry and demanded to bully Steve.
While Sebastian and Sam were trying to hold Steve back, "I can do this all day."
Bucky did not give anyone else a chance to speak as he bunched the bully right in the nose, which got everyone in trouble, which Dean wanted to take the responsibility for. Detention and forever to be recorded in his file.
Dean Winchester did not care for his record, just the young boys to be well.
But finally, the boys came clean to their father; Bucky was homeschooled for the rest of the year and Sebastian refused to go back to school until his brother joined him back.
They were all a mischievous gang with Dean Winchester as the head.
Days passed, and each got into their ways; Dean with Harvard school as his father pulled a connection to forget the file problem. Dean was already qualified enough.
Sam went to Stanford, Bucky and Steve picked a military life, and Sebastian was all about acting.
It was his first time alone overseas, the Shakespeare's Globe yet had another surprise for him, a friend; Anthony Mackie, an American talent who became Sebastian's best friend.
The gang was getting bigger and louder.
Mrs Barnes had the entire gang and their families for a gathering. James, Bucky, as he liked to be called, is finally back after an entire year in God-knows-what military work.
After dinner, the gang was laughing and drinking.
Dean smirked at Sebastian "You got a good girl over here."
"A great kisser too." Bucky teased.
"What do you have in mind, Dean?" Sam teased Dean because he knows what he will spill next.
"You gotta do the twin thing." Dean raised his bottle of beer.
Steve's eyes widened "what twin thing, exactly"
"My man, Dean wants Seabase to go wild." Anthony laughed at the idea.
Dean explained, "a sandwich with her in the middle and the outer layers are twins."
Sam tried to elaborate "if the middle was a girl unless other preferences and so."
Steve was blushing at the idea while Bucky and Sebastian were looking at each other.
"Don't scrunch your nose" Sebastian looked at Bucky.
Bucky tilted his head and give him the puppy eyes "adventures, please."
Then Dean joined him for bagging "please."
"Alright, Alright." Sebastian took a sip of his beer "only with consent.
At that moment Anthony gives Dean ten "You won."
Steve was just irritated at the idea and he kept eyeing his bottle "I can't believe you, guys"
"Dean always wins," Sam shrugged.
You were heading closer to the boys, who were laughing.
"Are not we going home?" You asked Sebastian.
"Yes, babe."
He excused the gang and Bucky followed with the boys waving and clapping.
"They seem happy and excited. Are not they." You waved at them while speaking to Sebastian, but the reply came from Bucky "they should be. And hopefully, will be,"
Back in the car, Sebastian hesitated, but he told you why they were laughing.
âDean wants you to try what?â You were completely shocked.
âThe twin-thing.â Bucky sounded excited.
Sebastian took your hand in his, âbaby, itâs a silly boysâ bet.â
You looked at him, âare you going to let Dean win?â and you smirked.
Bucky explained the rules. It has to be a sex sandwich with both of them, but no sex while they are in their mum's house.
âGod only knows how she might react to this.â Sebastiana sighed.
Bucky laughed and explained, âan eastern European woman, she might get them a priest to perform an exorcism on us.â
âOr sanctify the house.â Sebastien completed his twinâs explanation.
They agreed Bucky will stay at Sebastianâs house for the night until they plan the twinsâ thing.
The next morning, after you all had eaten breakfast together, you were cleaning the table. You will keep bumping into Bucky.
His torso to your back, kissing the exposed parts of your skin. You titled your head on your back to give him room.
His hands will travel under your clothes. His girl was wearing nothing but your skill PJ of pair of shorts and a top.
Dean's words have got straight to Buckyâs head, that he has been imagining having the twin-thing with his brotherâs girlfriend.
Bucky reached the kitchen, and he almost dropped the plates.
His brother was kissing Y/N, who closed his eyes completely as Sebastian was squeezing your butt with a hand and they together are caressing your nipple about the silk.
You moaned; Bucky felt himself getting hard.
Yet, you felt Sebastian's hard length against your butt. You turned to kiss him with parted lips, looking to consume him.
Their tongue met and the sounds of their kissing made Bucky, who was at the edge and impulsively tried to hide his aroused length.
Sebastian opened his eyes as he parted from the kiss. Y/A twirled to meet Bucky's eyes and peeking at his lower body.
"Poor Bucky." You stepped closer to him, you kissed him first, yet he opened his eyes, waiting for Sebastian's approval, who gave him a wave to go ahead.
You kissed Bucky and slides your hand to stock his length above the sweat pants he was wearing.
Bucky moaned against your lips and wrapped his arms around you for a moment to deepen the kiss.
At that same time, Sebastian paced to lay kisses on your shoulder and squeeze your butt.
You started moaning, parted from Bucky, to meet Sebastian at a kiss
"Better take it to the bedroom." You said in between your moaning and breath.
You walked with the twin brothers to the bedroom, yet could not take off their hands off your body.
In the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down your shorts, and Bucky took off your top.
"Bucky, you are beautiful, Y/A," he said as he keeps kissing the soft spot under your ears and lowers down your breast.
"You better underdress to boys," you ordered and both of them took off their clothes at once.
Before starting anything, Bucky looked at Sebastien, who understood his brother immediately.
âSecond drawer in the nightstand near his bed.â Sebastian pointed to Bucky, who was full of condoms, lubricant, and some toys.
You twirled around Bucky for a moment "nothing I have not seen before" you
Ran your fingers on his skin till touching his length and teasing his slit that was dripping pre-cum.
Yet, before Bucky put the condom on his length, you got down and tasted him, âtasty,â you whipped your lips and helped him to wear the condom
Then moved to Sebastian and kissed him "oh, that chest is getting rough again." You kissed his lips and lower to his jaw and neck.
Then you winked at Sebastian playfully to drop on four to take his full length between your lips.
You sucked him slowly. Bucky was watching your butt against him and your inviting lady delicate area was pumping with a need that he could not keep himself from entering you all at once.
You clenched him inside you, milking him and you were bobbing your head, milking Sebastian with your mouth as squeezing his balls.
Sebastian gripped your hair and Bucky put his hands on your hips, entering you, as you were getting tighter and closer.
"I am closed," Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed him whole.
On the other hand, Bucky was close, Sebastian took a step back to let you rest on four, you were moaning and Bucky banging himself harder against you. The voice of their skin clashing and moaning were loud that the rest Sebastian was getting harder again.
Bucky wanted you closer to him, he pulled you up and rested your head on his chest and squeezed your breasts "cum for me now doll," he ordered as biting the side of your neck and squeezing your breasts and you were so tight that Sebastian came close and stocked your clitoris to give you more pleasure. You were standing between the skin of the two brothers.
With almost shut eyes, looking at Sebastian who was stocking your clitoris, then he kissed you down till his tongue reached your soft part. After two strokes with his tongue on your clitoris. You were so tight around Bucky that he could not see in front of him as he cum hard at the same time you felt the shaking electric power of your orgasm.
You were about to collapse that Sebastian carried you to the bed. You laid together between the two brothers.
"That was wow," Bucky muttered breathlessly.
Sebastian asserted playfully, "round two"
"Maybe later tonight?" You rolled and kissed Sebastian.
The three of you were laughing and Bucky closed his eyes to rest.
You put a leg on Sebastian's tights, getting closer to his body, feeling Bucky's chest hugging you from behind.
The head of their bodies calmed that the three of you slept in harmony.
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Mia Deserved Better: An Analysis of RE8's Themes/Symbolism
Foreword: I would like to thank @lepusrufus for posting about both Mia and Miranda, and at one point directly saying that Mia deserved better, which is a large part of what caused me to start examining her role in the canon story. Now, I will say that this post, like some of my previous explorations of Village (such as my attempt to determine Donna's age), will not be the best organized. My ADHD makes such things rather difficult for me. However, I have tried more than usual, and have broken up this "essay" into several distinct sections. Still, I am worried that my thoughts will not be as concise or coherent as they were inside my head.
Under read-more for length and spoilers for RE8: Village.
Introduction:
Village is, inarguably, about parenthood. Is it a horror game? Yes. Is it also science fiction? Also yes. But is it still, at its core, a story, and therefore contains imagery, symbolism, and themes? Yes. Now, you may be wondering what this has to do with Mia deserving better. My proposal is as follows: While Village is overall about parenthood, it is more about motherhood than fatherhood. Furthermore, Mia's background + actions from the previous game tie her story directly with Mother Miranda's, making their potential interactions massively important to the story... and could have served the theme beautifully. The missed potential in her involvement in the story is honestly a little bit absurd.
Now, let's examine each of the Four Lords + their sections, as the beginning of analyzing the game's theme.
Lady Dimitrescu + Castle:
Ah, perhaps the clearest (albeit unimportant) bits of theme within the whole game. We are immediately presented with another parent, with three daughters she loves very, very much. Initially they work as a team to capture Ethan, easily overpowering him. When they do split up, each still has dialogue regarding their family members. Each of the daughters expresses a desire to be like their mother/make their mother proud. Lady Dimitrescu herself gets very upset every time one of her daughters perishes, and delivers some important dialogue about this in her final confrontation with Ethan.
To paraphrase, Lady D says that Ethan has done something unforgiveable, caused damage that can never heal, and deserves to die before his daughter. That last part is interesting, in the sense that Lady D seems to believe that outlasting your own child is a fate so terrible that she would not wish it upon anyone, including the person who killed her daughters.
Throughout her dialogue and actions, Lady D serves as an important figure of a living mother. What do I mean by that? Well, the only other mothers we see in game are Mia and Miranda. The former doesn't show up until almost the end of the game (seeing as the "Mia" at the start is not actually the real Mia), while the latter does not have a living child, and her behavior has (presumably) changed quite a bit since that loss. As Ethan goes through Castle Dimitrescu, he watches (he causes) Lady D to go through what Miranda did all those decades ago. When we see her loss, when we experience her loss, it is something we connect with, even comparing it (as Lady D does) to Ethan's loss of Rose.
For the more visual side of symbolism, we can turn to Lady Dimitrescu herself. She is very tall, is visibly older than the majority of the Village cast, and has a fairly classic (old-school) motherly look. Everything about her reinforces her position as an example of a mother, especially when she's with her daughters and becomes such a strong figure of protection. Her height allows her to seem the caretaker for her children, even though they are scary/intimidating in their own right.
Donna Beneviento + Waterfall House:
Yes, the baby/fetus/monstrosity is part of this. No, it is not the only bit of thematic work in this section of the game.
To begin, you can find out that Donna is officially the adopted daughter of Mother Miranda. Her birth parents are dead, implied to be from especially tragic causes (more than is the norm when it comes to "orphan making"), and she has suffered greatly from it. We see that she has been seemingly neglected by Miranda, and is incredibly isolated. The tragedy of her loss, along with the consequences presented by it, are something to keep in mind further down the road, when we inevitably deal with Ethan's own death.
One of the consequences of the environment Donna was raised in is, arguably, her reliance on Angie. While interpretations of their exact relationship (aka how much control Donna actually has at any given point) vary, the two very clearly have something akin to a mother/daughter vibe. Alternatively an older sister/younger sister sort of thing. This shows in the way that Donna holds/carries Angie, as well as the contrast in their demeanors. Moreso, the fact that Donna gave a part of herself to create Angie is almost enough to make the symbolism nonnegotiable.
We also see that Donna has a strong understanding of family/family dynamics, through the way that she uses her powers to manipulate Ethan. She dissects his connections to Mia and Rose, taunts him with the lengths he's willing to go to save his child, then shows him a grotesque version of parenthood: The aforementioned fetus monster. Does the monster represent Ethan's fears, or Donna's?
What if the monster is how Donna sees herself, in some way, perhaps thinking that it's her fault her parents died? Bit of a stretch, but it's not a keystone of my theory, so I'm just throwing it out there. We could, however, go a step further and ask ourselves if Donna has noticed the way Miranda neglects her, and the fetus monster is how Donna thinks Miranda sees her. A baby, true, but grotesque, so terribly imperfect compared to her "real daughter" (Eva, obvs).
Regardless, the monster presents an ugly side of parenthood. It shows us the blood, the hunger (with the way it repeatedly attempts to swallow Ethan whole), the wailing. If Lady D shows us the love of parenthood, the bond, Donna in turn shows us the hate, the misery. Everything that one must endure to reap the rewards of family.
Lastly, we get one last bit of symbolism with Donna's death: We play a game with Angie. A childhood classic, hide and seek. Ethan chases her down repeatedly, stabbing away, seemingly only hurting the doll. But what happens when he kills Angie? It turns out that he killed Donna. You kill the child, you kill the parent. A reinforcement of the connection that comes with parenthood, along with another notch in Ethan's family-murdering belt (not saying that he's the "true antagonist" or anything, just keeping track for one of my later points).
Moreau + The Reservoir
Let's get the worst possibility out of the way: Moreau, weakest and sickest of the four lords, lives in a reservoir, where he is relatively safe. To defeat him, you have to drain the water, forcing him onto dry(ish) land. Paired with the main ideas of his section (which I will detail after this nightmare), one could theorize that he's meant to represent birth itself. Again, he's safe in his ("womb") water, and becomes vulnerable when he leaves (like a fragile newborn). Kinda gross, in my opinion, and also not a strong enough connection for me to care much about. It was merely an interesting (albeit horrifying) enough thought that I felt it warranted sharing.
Moving on to the big stuff with Moreau: He's a baby. Evidence: Whiny, has difficulty moving around, struggles to adapt to his growth, throws up a bunch, loves his mother very much, cries for his mother when he's in trouble, etc. Although Mother Miranda does not care for him, he clearly cares for her, and plays yet another role of an abandoned child (like Donna). Without Miranda there to protect him, he perishes terribly, crying out for someone who does not care to answer.
Hearing him cry out for Miranda, over and over, only for her to continue ignoring him is a key piece in the build-up to our confrontation between Ethan and Miranda. The game, in many ways, centers around the comparison between the two. In my humble opinion, Mia should have been involved in this comparison, as opposed to supplying the solution to the result of said comparison. Yes, I know that was a lot of words that don't mean much yet, but trust me, I'm getting there.
Heisenberg + The Factory
Ironically, of the four lords, Heisenberg is the most similar to Mother Miranda. In his massive factory, he is alone except for his numerous experiments, the results of decades of playing God. In comparison to Ethan + Mia, Heisenberg represents artificial parentage, or more accurately, the artificial creation of "life". While the others Lords also performed experiments, they used living subjects. Heisenberg instead chose to use corpses, which he then "brought back to life" with cybernetics + his powers, a somewhat futuristic version of Dr. Frankenstein.
Together, Miranda and him show a rotten side of parenthood (whereas Donna + Moreau showed us the uglier side of the children themselves). To put it simply, they are bad parents. They throw their "children"/experiments into the fray, uncaring, using them as pawns for their own greater gain. The most important part of this is that Heisenberg offers to "help" Ethan: By using Rose as a weapon. In his act of refusal, Ethan demonstrates one of several important distinctions between himself and Mother Miranda. Where she is willing to use her "children" (read: lives that she is responsible for) as tools, he is not.
Miscellaneous Symbolism/Imagery:
The old hag is one of my favorite parts of Village. She's seemingly nuts, has a crazy old lady laugh, wears bones that make soothing bone noises when she moves, and she draws lots of symbols in the dirt. If you look closely (I can provide screenshots if anyone desires, but it will take a bit of work to get them onto my computer), she's drawing one of the most iconic images in the titular village: The winged unborn. This symbol acts as the key you build up after every fight with a Lord, understandably called the Unborn Key (which turns into the Winged Unborn Key). Whether this counts as foreshadowing towards the hag's identity reveal is technically irrelevant, but I like to think it does.
In essence, you build up the key, this depiction of an infant, to progress in the game. The more wings it gains, the closer you are to your goal of rescuing your child.
The cadou itself is very clearly fetus-shaped. Furthermore, the only place within the human body that we know it ever gets implanted is in the "tummy" (thanks Moreau), aka roughly where someone's womb is/would be. Every infected person we see presumably had the Cadou implanted there (though I think it would be interesting if implanting it in different spots caused different mutations. of course, that is a discussion for another day). To become immortal, you have to "bear" a "child". Does it get more direct than that?
Mother Miranda gained her immortality in part for her grief at the loss of her child. She embodied the despair that Lady D spoke of, becoming an eternal source of anguish. Just as the loss of a child is a wound that lasts forever, so too would Miranda last forever (well, until Ethan comes along).
Mia is a loving mother, who puts up with the BSAA making her move across the world, deals with the complications of having a mold husband and mold baby, and has proved herself (see her section in RE7) to be an immense badass. Previously I had forgotten that, and even embarrassed myself in the comments of another person's post by implying she wasn't a tough, ass-kicking machine. Y'all remember feral Mia? People talk about "poor Ethan's arms", but sometimes we forget that Mia was one of the people who did a number on them. Furthermore, she's one of the only living people (from outside the village) to have any connections (pun intended) to Mother Miranda. They worked together, although possibly not directly, on Evelyn. If anyone in Village has a chance of really understanding Miranda's plight, or knowing the truth behind it, it would be Mia. Yet we don't see them interact a single time. Which leads me to the next section...
Conclusion On Theme + Missed Potential:
Okay, okay, so it's pretty obvious at this point that, as previously stated, the game's theme is parenthood. Every section has its symbolism, the story is very obviously about a man trying to rescue his daughter, etc, etc, but what's the point? Is there a lesson, or a more focused interpretation of the central theme? Let's take one last step back, and focus on something I've mentioned a few times now: The comparison between Ethan and Mother Miranda.
Recurring dialogue from Ethan, Alcina, and Mother Miranda all point towards the developers acknowledging that the characters are similar, but there's nowhere near as much conversation about it as I would like. Several times we have the antagonists ask Ethan how he's so willing to kill someone else's child, or prevent them from (essentially) doing what he's doing (aka saving his daughter). While Ethan responds with a mix of "well you started it" and "aghhh fuck-a-you, bitch", there's a much more solid, unspoken difference: Mother Miranda sends her underlings to kill, so that she may revive her daughter. Ethan kills (read: does the work himself) to get his daughter. The difference is much bigger, and more important, at the end of the game, when we realize just how far it goes. Ethan dies to save his daughter. Time and time again Mother Miranda has killed others for her work, but in the end she is stopped when someone willingly dies to stop her.
Where does Mia come in? Mia, the badass mother, the one who once worked alongside Mother Miranda, should have been the nail in the coffin. She is the one who survives, who lives on to raise Rose, she is the silent solution to Ethan's sacrifice. Miranda, you fool, what could you have accomplished if you had held onto your makeshift family? Through Mia (and Chris, to a lesser degree), his "loss" becomes a victory. There's a certain poetic justice that comes with Rose's full family being instrumental in saving her, when Miranda so readily spurned her own family.
Mia could have had an actual conversation with Miranda, their history giving the latter a reason to actually listen. I'm not saying that Miranda would have changed her mind/plans, but the conversation would have been a well-needed contrast to Ethan's "arggg what the fuck is happening, I only have two reactions to things. agg fuck you". Additionally, I feel that Mia (who was captured and had to endure who-knows-what) deserves the opportunity to be the one who points out Miranda's mistakes, who delivers the final "fuck you" to her. More than that, she's the one at the end who can say that hey, maybe she can understand some of what Miranda did. Was there anything her and Ethan wouldn't have done to save Rose? As much as Ethan is a foil to Miranda, Mia could (and should) have played a similar role.
When so much of the story and symbolism revolves around Miranda's experience as a mother, it only would have been fair to shine a light on her equivalent. Her better.
There's more I wanted to say/feel like I didn't properly get across, and I might add more to this at some point, but it's 5:40 AM right now, and I'm starting to feel like my brain is slowing down, so... Feel free to reblog/comment and add your own thoughts!
#mother miranda#mia winters#ethan winters#rosemary winters#resident evil: village#re8 village#god what do I tag this as
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a trip to target
rowaelin month - september 6th
prompt: firstborn arrives
i literally have no idea where this idea came from like itâs so weird but i think itâs funny so i just had to write it. honestly though pregnancy freaks me out a little so it was a little uncomfy to write at times but i pushed through and i like it. enjoy!
(warning for some minor language)
masterlist, AO3
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Rowan was working on one of his client's cases, a rather nasty divorce that he knew was going to be an absolute dumpster fire when his wife called him again. Rowan couldnât help but smile a little at her name lighting up his phone screen but admittedly she was bothering him so much he barely got any work done nowadays.Â
He picked up anyway, heâd never decline her. âHey, Fireheart.â
âIâm bored, buzzard,â Aelin deadpanned.Â
âI know, baby, but Iâll come home after my meeting later, I promise. Then we can watch Bachelor reruns all night and eat ice cream,â Rowan assured her, leaning back in his office chair. For some reason, all she wanted to do nowadays was watch bad reality tv and eat ice cream from the carton. As much as Rowan hated reality shows and wasn't keen on sweets he did anything to make her happy.
âThatâs too far away, Iâm rotting away on this couch,â Aelin whined.Â
Aelinâs work had forced her on maternity leave a few days ago as she was due any day now with their first child, a little girl, and Aelin was not taking it well. She was the kind of person who liked to always be busy and now she had nothing to do but sit on the couch and wait for their child to decide she was ready to enter the world. She was constantly phoning Rowan seeking some form of entertainment but he was still working on this damn case.Â
Rowan thought her restlessness had something to do with the fact she was terrified at the thought of giving birth and caring for a newborn. If she were distracted she wouldnât have to think about the daunting task at hand. So, he did his best to keep her happy and preoccupied but he desperately needed to wrap up this case before his daughter arrived. He wanted to be there for every moment of the beginning of her life, he didnât fancy any legal cases looming over his head vying for his attention as well.Â
âI know, Iâll be home as soon as I can. Hang tight, my love.âÂ
Aelin huffed from the other end of the line. âIâm ready for her to be out, Rowan. This sucks.âÂ
Rowan stifled a laugh, he knew being pregnant had lost its charm a long time ago. At first, she enjoyed Rowan fetching anything she asked for and waiting on her, but then that started to get old, and Aelin's pregnancy symptoms made her miserable most of the time. So, the last couple of months hadn't been her favorite.Â
âIâm ready to meet her too. Any second now.âÂ
âOkay, Iâll stop bothering you now," Aelin concluded. She likely finally found something on Netflix that piqued her interest. "Good luck with your meeting, I hope they settle. I love you,â Aelin told him.Â
âI love you too, see you soon,â and with that, the call ended. Rowan looked out the window of his office, thinking. Maybe he could send someone to keep her company?
He ran through a list of their friends in his head. Elide, Aedion, and Lysandra were all working as far as he knew and didnât want to ask them to leave their job to entertain Aelin. He thought of Lorcan, Connall, and Fenrys, they all worked for him so technically he could let them off. Except, Aelin didnât particularly like Lorcan and he didnât think Connall would be very keen on that arrangement either. Fenrys, though, Aelin and Fenrys were best of friends, a force of nature all on their own.Â
So, Rowan rang his assistant requesting that Fenrys be sent to his office. Not much time passed before Fenrys was standing in the doorway, knocking lightly on its frame.
âWhatâs up?â He asked, plopping himself down on a chair opposite Rowan, making himself comfortable.Â
âI have a favor to ask,â Rowan confessed.Â
âA favor?â Fenrys raised an eyebrow, intrigued.Â
âCan you go keep Aelin company while Iâm trying to settle with the Westfalls?â Rowan probed.Â
Fenrys frowned. âAs much as I love Ace I canât take a day off work to hang out with her. I have bills to pay and ladies to take out.âÂ
Rowan nearly groaned, fighting an internal battle with himself. âIâll let you do it on the clock,â he finally spit out.Â
âYouâre going to pay me to go entertain your wife?â Fenrys looked bewildered. âI feel like is almost insulting to Aelin, you paying people to hang out with her. Youâre the one she should be paying people to hang out with.â
Rowan rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. âItâs not like that. I feel bad because I know sheâs struggling and I canât be home right now. I donât want her to have to be alone, just take her to Target or something.â
âAelinâs a grown woman, canât she take herself to Target?â Fenrys disputed.Â
âYes, but sheâs a grown woman whoâs nearing 40 weeks pregnant. Iâd rather she have a chaperone,â Rowan admitted, before backtracking. âDonât ever tell her I said that.âÂ
Fenrys looked amused as Rowan continued. âAre you really going to say no?âÂ
âOf course not, getting paid to go to Target with Aelin is a hell of a lot better than getting paid to do paperwork,â Fenrys conceded.Â
Rowan blew a sigh of relief as Fenrys headed to go pick up Aelin.Â
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Fenrys had successfully gotten Aelin to Target. It wasnât a hard task to accomplish, the woman loved Target but Fenrys noticed she seemed rather uncomfortable and he asked her multiple times if she just wanted to stay home instead. Aelin always said no, pushing on with their trip.Â
He supposed having a watermelon-sized bump on oneâs front would cause a certain degree of discomfort, though. Naturally, the pair find themselves in the baby section, gushing over tiny onesies and shoes small enough to fit in the palm of their hands. Fenrys was swiping through a display of onesies, âDo you think they have any of those onesies that say like 'broken condom 'on them or something?âÂ
Aelin turned around from where she was staring at baby headbands. âYouâre nasty. My daughter was not the result of a broken condom.âÂ
Fenrys made a face, âI donât want to know.â
Aelin snorted and they continued their browsing making their way through every aisle that had anything remotely baby-related. By now, Fenrys noticed Aelin was growing increasingly uncomfortable, he could see her stamina slowing, and the difficulty walking was beginning to pose.Â
Eventually, he shifted to face her as they browsed the small, dollar section at the front of the store. âDo you want to head home and get off your feet?â he finally proposed.Â
âNo,â Aelin responded without looking at him, picking up a small, fake succulent. âWalking is supposed to induce labor and thatâs what Iâm aiming for right now,â she stated, smoothing a hand over the front of her round stomach.Â
Fenrys shrugged, picking up a pair of cheap fuzzy socks before throwing them back into their bin.Â
He allowed Aelin to mill about the store, spending a healthy amount of time at the nightgown section before moving towards the back of the store. Aelin always said it wasnât a trip to Target without going to the back and sniffing their extensive stockpile of candles.Â
Thatâs exactly where they ended up. Fenrys had his nose stuck in a deep violet candle, making a face at its scent. He checked the label. Cosmic starlight. What the hell was that supposed to smell like?Â
He turned to Aelin about to make her smell the atrocity when she braced herself against the shelf, putting down the candle she had been holding. Her mouth popped into an âoâ and her brow furrowed.Â
âAelin?â Fenrys reached out a hesitant hand placing it on her shoulder.Â
Aelin breathed deeply, taking a moment to reply. âThe baby must really hate the smell of sandalwood,â she finally vocalized.Â
Fenrysâ dark eyes widened. âDid you just have a contraction?âÂ
âI think? Itâs hard to tell if it was just a strong fake one or not,â Aelin panted eventually loosening her grip on the candle display shelf.Â
Fenrys wasnât taking any chances, if Rowan wanted him to deal with a woman going into labor heâd have to raise his pay significantly. âHow about we get you home, Ace.âÂ
Aelin didnât object, just nodded her agreement waddling towards the front of the store with Fenrys hovering around her like a fly.Â
They made it out to the parking lot without any further incident and Fenrys helped Aelin into his low, expensive sports car that was his prized possession. Aelinâs face scrunched up then a sharp gasp left her mouth, her hand flying to her stomach.Â
âI think squatting down trying to get into this thing just broke my water,â her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at Fenrys.Â
Fenrys face was comical, his own eyes widening like saucers and his mouth dropped. Sure enough, the bottom of her dress was wet. Fenrys was frozen for a second his mind completely emptied out, then the panic set in sending a million thoughts racing through his head.Â
Fenrys audibly gulped, âOkay, um, Iâm calling Rowan.â Fenrys grabbed his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the device as he dialed Rowanâs contact, willing him to pick up.Â
Fenrys leaned slightly against the open passenger door as the phone rang. âYouâve reached Rowan Whitethorn-Galathynius, Iâm sorry I couldnât answer your call, please leave a message and Iâll -.â
Fenrys hung up and groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. Beside him, Aelin whimpered. âHoly shit, that was not fake,â she groaned, her grip tightening on the seat beneath her.
âOh, gods, Aelin, please donât give birth in my Mercedes,â he begged.Â
âReally, Fen?â She narrowed her eyes at him, sheâd probably kick him in the groin if she wasnât incapacitated.Â
âYou know I love you, but I donât want baby juice on the leather.â
âJust call Rowan again,â Aelin growled.Â
Fenrys did just that, silently pleading with the universe for Rowan to pick up his gods-damn phone. Relief washed over him as the call connected.Â
âFen, Iâm in a meeting this better be worth my while,â Rowan whispered harshly, he hated to be interrupted at work by anyone except Aelin.
âOh, Iâm sorry, your wifeâs water did just break but I guess Iâll call back later,â Fenrys spat, growing increasingly flustered by the minute.Â
Fenrys heard a sharp intake of breath. âFuck, shit, okay, where are you? Iâm coming right now,â the jingle of keys filled Fenrysâ ear from Rowan's end of the call.Â
As Fenrys surveyed his surrounding the urge to laugh crept upon him, he fought his smile as he replied, âThe Target parking lot.â
Aelin watched the exchange closely cluing in on Fenrysâ suppressed laughter. âItâs not funny, Fen!â
âItâs a little funny. I mean if anyone was going to have a baby in a Target parking lot, itâd be you. Or Lysandra. One of you two.â
Aelin snatched the phone out of Fenrysâ hand, pressing it to her ear. âRowan,â she panted, resting her head on the side of the car.Â
Fenrys couldnât hear much of what Rowan was saying, he spoke in a low voice trying to calm Aelin, assuring her he was coming and he loved her and she was okay.Â
They were sickeningly in love, Fenrys would admit.Â
âOkay, I love you too,â Aelin breathed, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Fenrys.Â
Fenrys leaned against the side of the car as they awaited Rowanâs arrival. âCross your legs, Ace. Remember, no baby juice in the car,â he reminded her, trying his best to keep her mind off of what was happening while they waited.
âGo to hell,â Aelin murmured in the midst of a contraction. Fenrys wasnât sure what to do so he bent forward to rub Aelinâs shoulder in an attempt to do what, he wasnât sure. Aelin didn't yell at him though so he rubbed circles on her shoulder as she clung onto the seat.Â
Rowan showed up only a few minutes later, tearing into the parking lot like a bat out of hell, so at odds with his usual slow and steady driving style. He jumped out of the car, his tie loosened around his neck as he rushed to Aelinâs side.Â
He kneeled down next to the open car door, picking up her hand and brushing away the stray blonde strands of hair from her splotchy face. âIâm here, Fireheart. How far apart are your contractions?â
âI donât know,â Aelin hissed. âOkay, okay, letâs just get you in the car and to the hospital,â Rowan decided, supporting Aelin as she eased out of the car, leaning heavily upon him.Â
Fenrys and Rowan successfully got Aelin into the passenger seat of his car, Rowan buckled her in and continued whispering words of love and support. Rowan rounded the car and hopped into the driver's side ready to book it to the hospital when one of the back doors opened and Fenrys slid in.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Rowan asked, shifting in his seat to look back at Fenrys.Â
âIâm coming, obviously. Iâm about to be an uncle,â Fenrys stated clearly.Â
Rowan internally debated with himself on whether to kick Fen out of the car or not but ultimately decided he needed to prioritize Aelin, if Fen wants to tag along then fine.Â
The ride to the hospital was tense, Rowan held Aelinâs hand across the center console, kissing the back of it and consoling her. Fenrys felt as though he was intruding but he refused to miss the birth of his niece.Â
Of course, once they were admitted to the hospital Fenrys was kicked to the waiting room while Rowan supported Aelin through the duration of her labor.Â
It progressed surprisingly quickly after her water broke, it was only a few hours later when a nurse told Fen he could come see the baby.Â
Fenrys pushed open the door to the room softly and peered in. On the bed was Aelin, her golden hair a fan around her and despite the traumatizing ordeal she was glowing. A small baby was wrapped up in a blanket, laying in Aelinâs arms. Rowan was at her side, peering down at the bundle in her arms with so much love Fenrys felt as though he should look away. The new parents were already smitten with their little human, running their fingers over her cheek.Â
Aelin perked up as Fenrys stepped into the room. She ushered him over and he too inspected the baby. She was so small, sleeping contently in her motherâs arms. Fen thought she had Rowanâs nose and he could see wisps of blonde hair from beneath her wool beanie.Â
âIs her name Target? Or Bullseye like the dog?â Fenrys quipped with a playful smile.Â
Aelin rolled her eyes as he interrupted the tender, intimate moment and shoved his shoulder with a shocking amount of strength for a woman whoâd just pushed a whole baby out.Â
âNo,â Rowan answered, his eyes not leaving Aelin or the baby, âHer name is Elora.â
âElora,â Fenrys repeated. âSheâs beautiful, Aelin.â
Aelin gave him a soft smile and Elora yawned, her little eyes fluttering open. She gazed up at Fenrys with eyes the color of a pine forest.Â
Fenrys beamed at the small girl and he liked to think she almost smiled back.
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kinda leaning on the side of an aelin and fenrys brotp fic but i couldnât not publish it, itâs so cute. itâs not as fluffy as iâd like it to be but it was supposed to be more funny, nonetheless, i have more rowaelin baby content planned that is very fluffy.Â
#rowaelin#aelin x rowan#rowan x aelin#rowaelin fanfiction#rowaelin fanfic#rowan whitethorn#aelin ashryver galathynius#aelin#fenrys moonbeam#throne of glass#throne of glass fanfiction#rowaelin au#rowaelin month
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Mine | Anthony Beauvillier
Requested? Always... by me
Warnings? None?
Summary: You reflect on your relationship with Tito
Word Count: 1,516
Italic parts are flashbacks as always
Tangled in the arms of the man you love, your eyes wander across his features. You smile as your eyes fall over his full eyelashes, the curve of his lips, the tiny dimple in his cheek. Your heart filled and filled and filled looking at Beau. Like a waterfall cascading down over the same smooth rocks, Beauâs love was familiar, perfect, and never-ending.
âHey,â Beau says and your eyes drag up to his, the shiny blues staring down at you.
âWhatcha thinking about?â
Your mind had wandered back and forth a bit, thinking about random things but mostly remaining on the beautiful boy before you.
âRemember when we first met?â You ask and Beau shakes his head, an embarrassed smile slipping onto his lips.
âHello ladies, welcome to dockside what can I-â
Beau paused his usual spiel as he finally looks up to see who heâs greeting. His heart seizes in his chest and moves to his throat making it hard to speak.
You were the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. Every feature, every detail about you struck him instantaneously. And he quickly realized how long he had been standing there staring at you in awe.
âCan I get you anything to start?â he finishes, his eyes flickering to you over and over.
Beau was in agony the entire time waiting on you. He stumbled over his words, nearly dropped drinks, plates, with one look of the eye he had been captivated by you instantaneously. His mind was on you the entire time, wanting to talk to you, know you, he already started falling and he didnât even know your name.
By the time dinner is over, Beau watches as you should be heading out with your friends but you tell them youâll meet them at the car. He watches as your head swivels, looking for something or someone. When you look in his direction though, you stop and start to walk towards him.
Heâs frozen as he watches you walk, nerves and wonder in his eyes. When you reach him you offer a dazzling smile.
âHi,â you say and Beau short circuits instantly. âYou were my waiter right?â
âYes,â is all he can muster back.
âThank you for the excellent service,â you wink at him before handing a piece of paper to him, bounding off to your friends.
Beau could only watch you leave, shell shocked by your interaction. He eventually shakes himself out of it, pulling open the paper he gave you. His mouth drops open when he sees your name and number scrawled across in neat handwriting.
âCan you believe it?â you ask reminiscing on the best night of your life.
âGod I was so nervous around you,â he admits and you grin widely up at him.
âI didnât believe in love back then. I never thought it would turn into this,â you tell him and he smiles softly at you.
You sit outside, relaxed back on your porch as you wait for Beau to pick you up. It was what you were pretty sure was your fifth official date, in between all of the little hangouts and the facetime calls.
Finally, his truck roars to a stop in front of your house and you find yourself bounding over to it. You swing open the door, launching yourself into the passenger seat before turning to look at Beau. Heâs already staring at you, utter awe and wonder on his face, and before either of you can say anything heâs driving off.
You end up at a restaurant on the water, and after eating too much and laughing too loud you head out to the nearest pier. Beau tangles his hand into yours and you lean into his touch, soaking in the summer air and the cologne of the boy next to you.
He tugs at your hand till youâre sitting at the edge of the pier, legs dangling over in danger of falling in at any second. From your shoulders, all the way down you and Beau are connected, never-ending.
With a calculated thought, he slides his arm up, wrapping gently around your shoulders for the first time. You turn and look at him and he offers you that special soft smile, the one seemingly reserved for you and hidden from the rest of the world.
You kiss him until that smile is imprinted into your skin.
âWell I am quite persuasive,â Beau says, still reminiscing.
âShut up,â you joke.
âMove in with me,â Beau is all wide eyes and hard-set determination.
âWhat?â you ask, wanting to make sure you heard him right.
âLive with me. I want to come home to you every day.â
You cant even find the words, the words that you never thought would want to surface after everything you had been through. And yet here you were.
You jump straight into his arms, the hockey player catching you with ease and wrapping you up into his arms. He already feels like home.
The next morning you wake up in a haze of smiles and tangled limbs and having no earthly idea whatâs going to happen next to you two. Beau is already awake, memorizing the lines of your eyes and the curve of your lips, and the way you snore. Heâs whipped.
âYou hesitated last night,â he speaks softly.
You turn and look at him, and his soft eyes crawl across your face. Heâs trying to understand you from the outside, knowing your emotions lie on your face.
âDid I ever tell you about my parentsâ marriage?â you ask quietly and Beau shakes his head.
âMy parents loved each other, but they shouldnât have stayed together if that makes sense. They should have separated when I was a kid, but stayed together for my brother and me,â you explain softly and he takes your hand, pressing light kisses over your knuckles as you talk.
âBaby for as long as I live, that wonât be us. Okay?â
âHey,â Beau says, pulling your attention back to him.
âI. Love. You. So. Much.â he enunciates each word with a kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your lips.
âIâm gonna love you forever.â
You paced uncertainly back and forth in the living room of yours and Anthonyâs apartment. He was supposed to be home after the game hours ago. But you watched as he heads to a bar and then another one and itâs left you worried and frustrated.
He had been going out a lot recently, and not that it bothered you for him to be hanging out with his friends, itâs that you didnât know where he was. That you had been going to bed at all hours of the night and only sometimes waking up with Beau next to you.
By the time Beau shows up, itâs 2:30 am, and youâre worn thin. The door swings open, and your head whips to see him waltzing in. Youâre about to say something but hold up a hand, not even knowing where to start.
âAre you okay?â you ask first, wanting to make sure everything was alright.
âIâm-Iâm fine,â he stutters out and you recognize with clarity that heâs not drunk, not even tipsy.
âOkay good,â you let out a breath. âThen may I ask what the fuck youâve been doing for the past few nights?â
Your hands fall to your hips and Beau thinks for a moment you distinctly look like your mom. All frown lines and tight lips. He never wants you to look at him that way again.
âIâve just been out,â he tries and your arms flail out, smacking against the outer part of your thigh.
âOut?â
âWith the guys,â he finishes and flinches before you even say anything.
âBeau, I can't keep doing this.â
Even if Beau wasnât drunk he knew that one sentence would slap him sober. He takes several steps forward trying to gain some balance back, attempt to tether himself back to you, the constant anchor in his life.
âBaby,â he says brokenly.
Your face is tear-stained, fresh tears covering the tracks of the old ones. Ones he wishes he could have pushed away and promised his love was there and never-ending.
He takes another step forward but you flew past him, out the door, and towards the street. You didnât know where you were going at the moment, but just knew you couldnât be near Beau right now.
Just as you pause, a sob leaving your lips you feel a hand on your wrist turning you around to face him. Another sob works its way out of you and you raise your hands, only to drop them in defeat.
Beau pulls you into his chest and you cry against him. He rubs your back, whispering into your hair. Finally, you come to a halt and look up at Beau.
âIâm never gonna leave you.â
âYouâre the best thing that has ever been mine,â Beau whispers and you smile into his chest, a rare sun-stopping smile and Beau falls for you all over again.
âAnd youâre mine.â
#anthony beauvillier x y/n#anthony beauvillier x reader#anthony beauvillier fic#anthony beauvillier imagine#nhl islanders fic#islander#islanders x reader#islanders imagine
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