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rudnitskaia · 7 months ago

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Im desperately withholding the urge to ask like 13 questions for romauncebut ive narrowed it down to 3, 6, 18 and 19

Hey-hey, Edd! ✨

Thank you for your wonderful ask again! I'm very grateful for the inspiration and the opportunity you gave me to reveal more of the RoMaunce story. 💖

I decided to write and post the ficlets for the remaining part of your ask all at once. I remember you wanted a drawing for № 18, and I will certainly do it in the end of May / beginning of June (only from Rocky's perspective and containing that bonus part of the question), but now I want to cover it at least with a short story. :3

So, here they are, the ficlets for questions № 3, № 6 and № 18 from that list in the chronological (for the characters) order.

№ 18 - Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

A Real Unicorn

“Oh, Rocky, what a—” Ivy stopped short when she noticed that the pieces of paper she had picked up from the floor beneath the table where Calvin and Rocky had been sitting just a moment ago weren't trash, but�� notes.

A pile of small, tightly crumpled notebook sheets, all neatly handwritten in pencil. It was unlikely that anyone had ever given Rocky an assignment on paper, and Calvin also had no reason to write so often to the cousin whom he saw every day. Maybe Rocky wrote down poetry that way? Though it would have been a bit of a stretch to assume that he was that meticulous. Ivy stroked the sheets with her fingers. Were they really valuable, since Rocky kept them with him, or did he just put them in his pocket and then forget to throw them away? It wasn't that important, actually. It was better to just return the loss… but curiosity eventually got the better of Ivy.

Forgetting about the plates and cups, she began to read the lines, puzzled to find a strange list of orders from the cafeteria. Pizzas, pastas, salads, coffee… no, Ivy didn't see anything surprising in the fact that Rocky might have dined somewhere else besides Little Daisy, but why did he keep the notes that the waitresses usually made for the kitchen?

She wondered about that until she accidentally turned over one of the sheets.

What she saw was hard to comprehend. With each new word, Ivy's gaze grew more excited. Her heart beat more frequently. Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

She didn't stop until she had read them all, from beginning to end, but even then she couldn't believe it. Ivy sat back in the chair and stared at the wall.

What was more likely? That Rocky had completely lost his mind and over and over again was writing himself tender endearments and, for some reason, wishes of bon appétit, in the same thin handwriting that listed the orders on the back side of the sheets, or that he had a… no, it couldn't be. It seemed ridiculous to even try to imagine.

After all, if somewhere in the world there existed a woman who willingly writes such words to Rocky Rickaby, then somewhere in St. Louis might as well live a real unicorn.

№ 3 - Most common argument?

The Chains That Are Too Short

“Someday I'll steal you away for more than a couple hours, and then we'll get really entertained,” Rocky chuckled, helping Mau roll up the blanket. Another night under the stars in St. Louis was coming to an end.

“Really? Are you planning something for a whole three hours?” quipped Maura at him.

“I was rather hoping for something between fifty years and forever,” Rocky shrugged, picking up his violin case. “And then it is as it goes. You know, all that happily ever after, but… livelier. With a bit of sparks here and there.”

“Hmm. So, you’re going to take me, like a princess, away on a white horse to your sugar castle in the kingdom beyond the clouds, and we'll live in love and harmony, become exemplary neighbors, start paying our taxes, have a bunch of obnoxious kids and die the same day.”

“Why not?” Rocky seemed not to notice her sarcasm. “Yes, the script is old-fashioned, but it's proven by both time and folklore. It's almost a guide to action, if you know how to apply folk wisdom properly. And if we dig deeper into the poetry of feudal Europe, we can probably find a couple or three good tips even about paying taxes.”

“Maybe so, but unfortunately, happy fairytales are now left only as an exception and only on the stages of theaters. And you and I don't have enough for a single ticket even together,” Mau started to walk toward the fire escape, but Rocky caught up with her and took her by the arm. Her words, or rather what was clearly between the lines, made his heart feel totally uneasy.

“Mau… I can get some money. I…”

“It's not about money, Roark,” she sighed. “Or rather, it's not just about them. You know it well already…” she took only a step before Rocky stopped her again.

“Come with me,” he blurted out anxiously.

“Where to?”

“In general! Now! We could live together…”

“You sleep in a car. Which isn't even yours.”

“If I rearrange a few things, we both could fit in there. And I could give the cactus to Freckle…”

“Roark…”

“And… and! And I could also ask Miss M. about a job for you. Sooner or later things will get better at Lackadaisy, and… what if we could rent a room together?”

“That's the very problem. I can't be seen anywhere in criminal circles. My father and I are being chased, and rumors will definitely spread if I show up in the underground, and then… then my father and I will have to run away again, and if anyone finds out that you and I are together… Dio mio, don't you realize they'll kill you?”

Rocky quietly groaned and started pacing back and forth. He was almost shaking from nerves. Mau, meanwhile, continued, oblivious to the need to speak in a low voice:

“These thugs are not going to stop at anything to get us. It's bad enough that you're at odds with the locals, so I pray every night that you'll at least stay alive after your ventures, and I don't want to bring the New York Mafia down on you too! This is madness, Roark! I told you many times, I can't be seen with you while you're in the bootlegging business. Maybe we could rent a shabby little room somewhere if you were just a musician, but you ain't, and you ain't going to be!”

In despair, Rocky flailed his arms.

“But I can't! I can't leave Miss M.! I can't—”

“I know,” Mau interrupted him. “And I'm not asking you to. But you can't tease me with a bright future either… It's too much even for me. We're alive, and we have each other, here and now, and that's more than I could ever hope for. Please, just be with me while it's possible…”

Rocky still couldn't calm down. He was breathing erratically, heavily… when Mau stepped closer to him and gently embraced him, he pulled her against him so tightly that she involuntarily sighed. He was sickened by how right she was. His entire being was rebelling against that rightness, wanting to burn that truth to the ground and recreate his own, happy truth from the ashes, whatever risks it took. The seconds lingered… Rocky didn't unclench his hands. Anything to keep Mau in his arms now… anything to avoid going back into the night alone.

But the chains bound to them were too short to allow them to reach the morning.

Interesting fact: The question № 3 was the hardest for me to explore, because for me Rocky and Mau are not the couple that has many constant, repetitive topics to argue about. At first I thought to write about Rocky ignoring his health issues, because that definitely would've got Maura's nerves, but that topic becomes a 'constant argument' only in the distant future from the Lackadaisy current timeline. But finally, I found the topic that is definitely difficult for them both and may cause repetitive uneasy discussions. I hope it covered the question.

№ 6 - What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

The Serenity in You

The Epigraph: When stars drown in the night and the storm fills your mind, it's important to find the safe haven to hide…

The summer heat in the car was becoming unbearable. Rocky felt as if he was drowning in the dense air, almost as much as in his own thoughts. Whenever he was able to doze off, fears and memories began to flood his mind, to crash over him in suffocating waves. Carefully, so as not to wake her, Rocky found Maura's hand, gently intertwining their fingers together. Even back then, when he hadn't had the courage to tell her about his feelings, she had taken his hand in hers so often that it had become almost a sacred act for Rocky. She didn't even seem to realize how every time they were sitting or standing in front of each other she began to stroke the back of his hand… and how much peace, serenity even, that gentle touch brought him.

Suddenly he heard a whisper:

“What are you thinking about?”

Rocky slightly shivered from tension. What he was thinking about… he wished he didn't know himself. Keeping his eyes shut, he mumbled:

“Ah, it's nothing. You know, there's a pesky streetlight out there, and its reflection in the window keeps me awake…”

Mau was silent for a while, and only turned slightly on her side, resting her head on his chest.

“I love hearing your voice, Roark. Falling asleep listening to the tune you hum and the sound of your heartbeat. It's soothing… almost like the sound of the rain outside the window, only… much warmer. Dearer. But when your heart beats like this… like how it beats now… I want to know what makes it so heavy.”

Once again, the nightmares that had haunted him became clearer in his mind. He hesitated; he was uncomfortable with these ugly thoughts himself, and the last thing he wanted to do was to make Mau sink into them, too. But when she gently, yet confidently squeezed his hand in hers again, his doubts receded. She was here, right next to him. And as long as she touched his fingers with hers, they would not drown in this boundless sea. So finally, gently leaning his cheek against the top of Maura's head, Rocky began to speak.

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icycoldninja · 9 months ago

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Rapunzel (Sephiroth x Cloud)

A/N: Inspired by a post made by @meru-chanowo. Please note that this isn't going to be exactly like Tangled or the Rapunzel fairytales. The story is different; altered to fit the characters' personalities. With that short disclaimer out of the way, I hope you enjoy. 💜

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Sephiroth sighed as he stared out the window, taking in the lush scenery before him. The sky was a gorgeous light blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds; the grass was a shining green, and the dewdrops that had accumulated overnight were glistening brightly in the shining morning sun whose bright rays also illuminated the entire tower through the window.

"I wish I could go out there,"

He mumbled, folding his arms and resting his face in them. He'd spent his entire life confined in that tall, tall tower in the middle of nowhere; all he knew was the dull brick walls and the little snippet of the outside world provided by his tiny window.

"But Mother wouldn't let me..."

Mother Jenova was a strict, strict woman, who always insisted the outside world was a cruel, dangerous place full of evil people and disgusting creatures. Throughout his childhood and adolescence, she repeatedly told him that the safest place he could ever hope to be was within that tower, safe and sound. Sephiroth had believed her for most of his life, but recently, he began to wonder: Was the entire world that terrible? Was that small meadow visible from his tiny window the only part of the Earth that wasn't corrupted? These kinds of questions created curiosity; curiosity created hypotheses; hypotheses need to be tested.

Sephiroth wanted to leave the tower more than anything. He wanted to explore and see the world for himself, rather than rely on Mother Jenova's words. Not to mention, he was lonely. So, so lonely. The only person he'd ever spoken to was Mother Jenova, and as stated before, she was a strict, strict woman. She would never indulge in fantasies, theories, or even speak of "what-if's", she was all about facts, figures, and more importantly, Sephiroth's safety.

"This tower is the safest place you'll ever be in, child," She would tell him, while brushing his hair out as she did every night before bed. "Here, you'll never want, never need, and never fear. This tower is your home. Don't ever think about leaving it."

But that was the problem, Sephiroth wanted to want, he wanted to need and to fear; he desired so strongly to experience things for himself, to live his own life.

In short, Sephiroth wanted freedom.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," Shouted a voice. Sephiroth turned to the window and saw Mother Jenova waving to him from below, her curvaceous, blue-skinned figure wrapped in a blue shawl, a basket of groceries under her arm. Sephiroth let out a low chuckle, as this was an inside joke between him and his mother. The length of his hair as well as his ethreal beauty made him quite similar to the fairytale princess. In reality, he did not use his hair for climbing purposes; Mother Jenova possessed the ability to levitate into the tower on her own.

"Did you miss me, child?" She asked, setting down her groceries on the small wooden table. "Very much so, Mother." Sephiroth answered, quietly. He had learned over the years that Mother Jenova expected a very specific reply to certain questions, and that if she didn't get it, she would scream and shout for hours, even after her throat turned hoarse. Sephiroth knew what she wanted: To be seen as the perfect, loving mother, the ultimate provider and the only person upon which he should ever depend. In order to keep the peace, he would have to make sure that his words convinced her this was true.

"Oh, while I was out getting groceries, I came across this lovely-looking book and thought you might like it." Mother Jenova fished a thick, hardcover book out of her basket and handed it to Sephiroth. "Thank you, Mother," He said, graciously accepting it. "I shall read it right away." Mother Jenova nodded proudly before heading to the window. "I'm afraid I must go away again," She said, though Sephiroth doubted she was actually afraid. For someone who held such a dark view of the world, Mother Jenova sure enjoyed traveling through it. "I have another errand to run, this one a bit long, so don't expect me home for several days." Sephiroth kept a placid smile as he responded, "I understand, Mother, I'll simply busy myself with this book." Mother Jenova smiled widely before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his hair. "I love you so much, my child. Be well, and know that the world is a dangerous place."

With that, she was gone, having leaped out the window and levitated off somewhere. Once she was gone, Sephiroth let out a loud sigh and leaned against the wall, the new book in his lap. Several times in his childhood, he'd asked to go with her on these errands, and each time, he'd been slapped across the face and told he was an ungrateful child. "When will I get to be free?" He wondered, absently fanning himself with his book.

The answer to his question was soon; very, very soon.

Sephiroth was leaning against the window, his long hair actually trailing out of it, reading the new book Mother Jenova had gotten him. It was an adventure novel, believe it or not, and reading it increased Sephiroth's desire to explore the world himself. He was so lost in the book, he never noticed the man on horseback speeding towards his tower-prison. "Hey!" The man shouted, causing Sephiroth to jump. Mother Jenova had always told him to avoid being seen by humans, should any stumble upon his residence. At this point, it was too late, as Sephiroth and his hair were perfectly visible by this strange blonde stranger, and his horse.

"You live here?" The guy shouted, nervously glancing behind himself for a moment. Sephiroth nodded, throwing aside his book, leaning out the window, and staring at this person intently. "Who are you?" The blondie scratched his head; his horse, which was an unusual bright red, neighed loudly. "I'm Cloud," He finally answered, sounding rather afraid. "Cloud Strife, merc-for-hire. But not right now." He cast another wary glance behind him and continued, "I'm being chased by The Turks. Think you could let me hide up in that tower?"

Several questions flashed across Sephiroth's mind. Who were the Turks? What was a "merc"? And why was he talking to this suspicious, yet oddly cute stranger? He was defying every rule Mother Jenova had ever set for him--and he was liking it!

"Sure, you can hide in here," He said, gripping the windowsill excitedly. "Except...I don't know how you'd get in." Cloud groaned and ran his hand down his face.

"How do you get in and out?"

"I don't. I live with my mother who does all the errands for me."

Cloud raised an eyebrow. "Well, how does she get in and out?"

Sephiroth shook his head again. "Levitation."

"Ah." Cloud frowned thoughtfully, looking around for something he could use to scale the tower. Then, he caught sight of Sephiroth's incredibly long, shiny hair. "Hey, how strong is that hair of yours?" He asked, completely serious. Sephiroth was taken aback for a second, his brain working to process this information. Eventually, he understood what Cloud meant.

"You want....to climb up my hair?" Cloud nodded; he didn't see any other way to get up into the tower.

"Alright...umm...come a little closer, then." Cloud obeyed, making the horde trot up to the tower wall where he was met with a very long, almost rope-like coil of shimmering white hair. Clearing his throat, Cloud grasped the long bundle, put his feet on the side of the wall, and began pulling himself upwards.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Sephiroth winced; having a full grown man climb up a 40 foot tower using only his hair was more painful than he'd thought. However, he gritted his teeth and stood there, waiting until Cloud reached the window. Then, he took the mercenary's hand and pulled him through.

"Nice place you got," Cloud remarked, once he was inside.

"Thank you," Responded Sephiroth, as he gathered up his hair and flung it over his shoulder.

"You said you live with your mom, right? Where is she now?"

Sephiroth sighed. "She's out...running errands. Or so she says."

Cloud turned around, a curious expression on his face. "What do you mean?"

Sephiroth folded his arms, feeling both guilty and excited. He knew he shouldn't be telling a guy he just met all about his personal life, but he couldn't resis. For the first time in his life, he was talking to a real human--someone other than his mother.

"She leaves to travel and collect things, and never tells me what they're for. She won't take me with her either. I've...been stuck in this tower since the day I was born."

Cloud frowned; his brow furrowed. "Really? Wow...that sucks. If...if you like...I could get you outta here." Cloud had no idea why he said that, especially considering that he was a wanted criminal in most major cities, but something about this strange, beautiful man struck him and made him want to help him out of this trapped life he seemed to be living. Cloud watched with bated breath as Sephiroth's glistening green eyes lighten, feeling his own face heat up in the process.

"You'd do that? Take me away? Why? You don't even know me." Cloud shrugged, not sure of his own reasoning himself. "I dunno... I just kinda want to. So....uhh.?.you interested?"

Yes. Yes, he was. Sephiroth was so interested that he would have flung himself out of the window if he could, but then he remembered something Cloud had mentioned earlier.

"Aren't you being chased by...turkeys, or whatever you called them?"

"Turks," Cloud corrected, "And yeah, I am. But it's OK, cause I'm hiding up here with you, and if we do get spotted, Red XIII can outrun them easily."

"Red XIII?" Sephiroth inquired, confused.

"My horse," Cloud clarified, pointing to the window. "He used to be a warhorse--very fast and very strong. The Turks got nothin' on him."

"So who are the Turks and why are you being chased by them?"

"The Turks work for the royal family, y'know, King Vincent and Queen Lucretia. They're after me cause I'm a mercenary--someone who performs odd jobs, usually violent ones, for money. I've pissed off more people than I can count, most of em upper-classmen." He turned to Sephiroth and realized that the long haired beauty had no idea what Cloud was talking about. "Uhh...you probably don't know what any of that meant, huh?" Sephiroth shook his head, retreating to the shadowy corner and folding his arms tightly across his chest. "No worries, once things calm down a little, we'll leave this place and I'll show you what the world's like." A wide smile spread across Sephiroth's face, one of genuine happiness that filled Cloud with a sense of warmth he'd never felt before.

"That would be lovely," Sephiroth said, a tiny blush beginning to form on his face. "I'm honestly quite excited to see the world...for myself." Cloud bobbed his head in agreement, placing his hands on his hips.

"It's settled then." Cloud stuck his head out the window and surveyed the ground below. "Looks like the Turks have given up the chase--I don't hear their horses anymore." He turned back to Sephiroth, a mischevious glint in his eyes. "Let's make our escape." Sephiroth nodded excitedly--perhaps a bit too excitedly, and sidled up to the mercenary, who leaped out of the tower and landed on his horse, who neighed loudly, but was otherwise unaffected. "Jump," Cloud instructed, holding his arms out. "I'll catch you." Sephiroth clambered onto the windowsill and hesitated; the drop was long and if he missed...

"Just jump," Cloud shouted again. "Red XIII's a tough dude, he can handle it!" That wasn't exactly what Sephiroth was worried about, but whatever. Sucking in a deep breath, Sephiroth took the leap, soaring out of the tower and literally crashing into Cloud's arms. Their eyes met; for a split second, Sephiroth thought he was staring up at a handsome prince.

"Right....should we go?" Cloud asked, looking rather anxious. Sephiroth blinked, then remembered the seriousness of the situation.

"Ah, yes, of course..." He allowed Cloud to lower him to the ground, then circled over to the back of the horse. With some difficulty, he managed to scramble onto it and wrap his hands around Cloud's lean waist.

"Ready to go?" Cloud asked, his face practically on fire.

"Yes, of course."

Though there was much he had left to learn about the world, the way things worked, and Cloud, the mercenary, one thing was certain: After years, and years of longing, Sephiroth was finally free.

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adarkrainbow · 1 year ago

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Here is the second part of my thoughts about why Disney’s Snow-White live-action doesn’t work - in this post I will talk of why Snow-White being played by a non-white actress doesn’t work, and why you can say it is not a good casting without being racist.

The whole idea that “any character can be played by anyone” is actually a lie spread by the most extreme (or stupid) part of the bad “woke movement”. Because the truth is that having any actor play any character can lead to extremely negative things that are more expected from a racist and prejudiced society than anything else. ESPECIALLY when it comes to characters of folklore! Take Anansi for example: you can’t have him played by a white actor. He is a character that can only be played by a black one. And what happens if you throw a white actor playing Anansi? You either do white-washing or black-face. Both cases being wrong.

And despite what people tell you, having the reverse, black characters play white-only characters, can happen and can cause problems! We already saw this happen with historical characters, like Cleopatra in the Netflix documentary (though the parallel isn’t perfect because the original Cleopatra wasn’t a white European). But Snow-White isn’t a historical character you will say - true! But she is definitively a “white” character that cannot be non-white.

This is the difference between a character such as Snow-White, and other “fairytale princesses” like Rapunzel or Cinderella. Adaptations of Rapunzel or Cinderella with actresses of color in the title role exists, work and function very well - because their characters are not defined by their skin color. But Snow-White? You’re trapped because she is defined by her skin color, it is in her very name. To have an actress with a skin not “white as snow” playing Snow-White is bound to call upon you mockery and criticism when you are blind to the narrative itself. The same thing happened to other movies that tried to have blond actresses play Snow-White (or animations that had blond Snow-White), they were also called out for the absurdity of keeping in the story a “child with hair as black as ebony” and then throwing a blond actress.

If someone REALLY wants to have a non-white actress play Snow-White, while keeping the original name, the best solution would be to change another feature of their body so the color and name would make sense. For example: make the hair as white as snow! Then she can be called Snow-White! But if you have a character who isn’t “white” in any way... why is she called Snow-White? Better take one of the HUNDRED variations of the story across continents where the character isn’t called by a very “white” name. Snow-White is one of those characters that belongs to the culture it comes from (19th century Germany) and that was shaped and created out of an outdated beauty standard (the old-time European beauty standard where light-skin and fair-skin and white-skin is beautiful, and the darker a skin gets the uglier the character is - which was the unfortunate standard of most traditional fairytales, from the German of the Grimm to the Italians of Basile passing by the French of d’Aulnoy).

Now... All I said above is ONE reason why I will invoke “woke bullshit” on Disney’s live action (alongside the whole “dwarf” situation). But now let’s talk of another thing - of the harmful connotations and consequences of having an actress of Colombian (? I hope I am right I haven’t checked) descent play Snow-White, the “fairest girl in all the land”, the “most beautiful woman” of the country with a skin as “white-as-snow”. One word: colorism.

If you never heard about it, colorism was a system part of the whole slavery, racism and segregation era, and that was very prevalent and developed by the United-States during their worst historical era. It is the implanted belief that, when it comes to a non-white person, the “lighter” and “fairer” their skin color is, the better or the more valuable they are, as opposed to those who have a “darker” or “blacker” skin color. It was the habit of treating much better black people with a lighter skin tone, more in the “coffee” or “caramel” tones, and considering lesser the black people with a darker skin tone, the “ink” or “charcoal” ones, to reuse some of the comparisons from back then. It was a thing that was implanted for centuries, and that is stll denounced today and has done a lot of damage for the Afro-American community.

Now let’s piece things together... An American movie and production from an American company, that takes a character renowned for her skin “white as snow” and who is called the “fairest in all the land” and heralded as the most beautiful - and who is played by a “lighter skinned” actress of color? You can very easily read colorism-hidden-as-progressiveness in there. I don’t know if they were the actual original intentions of the movie makers, I hope they are not, but it is an accidental consequence and negative result of this casting decision.

#snow white #disney's snow white #snow white live action

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silly-username-here · 3 months ago

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Rant (if you don't want to read please scroll to the bottom)

This is my two cents on the live action snow white movie as a theater kid, cosplayer, Disney princess lover, and snow white doppelganger.

1-Snow white. Now before you come after me for talking about the actress this is NOT because she isn't white, she is a beautiful actress and imo her not being white doesn't matter, racism is not tolerated on my blog. The only thing I have "against" her is the snippet of her singing that we've gotten. Her voice is beautiful, but not right for snow white. In the snippet of her singing "whistle while you work" It feels too heavy for the character. In my opinion someone with a more operatic voice would've fit the role more. There are other Disney princess roles that would suit her voice better, but snow white needs someone with a softer voice.

2 (part A)- The dress. The dress sucks, you can't change my mind. It's so ugly. The yellow color they made her skirt looks so tacky and bright, same with the blue. The material they made her skirt out of looks so costumy and it's way too puffy. the bodice isn't super bad, but, the waistline is weird and the lace up thing that's going on in the front feels out of place. Her sleeves are cool I guess? There are many examples of Disney butchering the dress in live action adaptations (ex. Beauty and the beast), but they also have some good examples where they do the dress justice (ex. Cinderella), it's always kinda a hit or miss with Disney. I've done theater for years, and I've been in two productions of beauty and the beast the musical (one with a local theater and one with my hs theater), both times with belles dress they have knocked it out of the park, I'm not being biased they have made some horrid costumes believe me, but, both times I saw belles yellow dress for the first time it was so amazing and beautiful. Cosplayers are another good example of making Disney princess dresses look good. one of my cosplay mutuals made an Ariel dress, yes it was teal (but that's a discussion for another post), but it felt so real. It didn't look costumy at all, and the material looked so nice and everything looked like it's belonged. If theater departments and cosplayers with a limited budget can make Disney dresses better than DISNEY then that shows how much effort they really put into their movies. Also what's with the necklace? I know it's probably gonna be incorporated into the story like "her mom gave it to her before she died" or something because Disney loves to do that but it just looks like they started recording and she forgot to take her necklace off.(If you want to hear more I recommend lovebunnycos's videos, you can find them on tiktok and Instagram)

2 (part B)- the hair and makeup. I have been told countless times that I look like snow white (not really right now because my hair is purple and in a pixie cut) especially when my hair is in a bob, Im very pale,I have a round face, and I always dye my hair black, so I unintentionally look like her (on the dl she's one of my least fav princesses so I'm not trying to brag💔). I'm not trying to be biased or anything when I say this but her hair sucks. It does not look flattering on this beautiful actress. Its cut weird and it looks very unnatural. I see what they were trying to do with it at the ends but it was not executed well. I like that they gave her brown hair because black just wouldn'tve looked good imo, but other than that it just looks bad. Now her makeup, it's not bad at all but I do think it needs tweaked. First I would give her more blush on the apples of her cheeks, on her chin, and on her nose. It would really add to the cartoon look and definitely make her look younger (I'm not saying she doesn't look young it's just snow white is literally a child). I think using contour to make her face rounder and adding more red to the lips would add a lot more to the look. Other than that I don't really have any complaints about the makeup. Also where did her bow go? I loved the bow :(

3.- The dwarfs. What are you doing Disney? They got rid of them but then brought them back but made them cgi because they wanted to be PC but in turn became less PC. Just hire little people?? Little people exist, they don't bite. Just hire seven people with dwarfism and leave your weird cgi for animals. Literally what was Disney thinking making them cgi? Again just Disney not caring or putting any effort in their live action movies.

4- yapping. Disney needs to stop with live action movies. I know there are people who love live action adaptations, and I've enjoyed a few of them. With Cinderella it was fun! Jungle book was cool, and then lion king everyone was tired. If they need more ideas they need to hire younger writers. There are tons of new stories out there that will never reach people because Disney's too busy cranking out live action cash grabs and sequels to movies that don't need to be tampered with. It's gotten so bad that the Internet will believe anyone if they say another movie is being made into live action (ex. "Live action" tangled, where Avantika Vandanapu was harassed for being fan casted as repunzle.). I think if Disney really wants to make more money they should put more effort into their movies and listen to what the audience want. Disney hasn't been original in decades, every movie is a remake of something, but you could take an already made story and make it interesting in other ways.

No matter what I say it's not gonna change anything. I'm a teenage girl ranting on Tumblr and Disney is a giant multi million dollar company run by white rich men who only care about money. It's just nice thinking some people will hear what I have to say and agree with it, even tho it won't change the bigger picture.

I can change a familys life though. Disney doesn't care about people dying or what's happening on the other side of the world, but we as individuals can. ⬇️

This is my friend Farah, her and her two little boys were displaced in the ongoing g3n0c1d3 happening in g🍉za. If you could donate to or share her gofund me it would mean so much. Or if you could just reblog this post and say "scroll to the bottom" it would help too. https://gofund.me/545623fe

Thank you 💜

#disney #snow white #live action #disney princess #cosplay #theater #rant post #snow white live action #ted talks #just yappin #certified yapper #the brainrot is real #meow

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trickstercaptain · 1 year ago

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Can you elaborate on the "Disney Princess" Jack? Cuz I honestly feel he is one but I can't articulate in words how or why he is one, but I firmly believe the title fits him xD

ahhhhh anon i ABSOLUTELY WILL elaborate on my Jack is a disney princess agenda, i adore you so much for asking as it gives me the perfect excuse to wax lyrical about this whole topic for a bit. because admittedly disney princess Jack is a sort of crack type thing, if we're being technical he's nothing like a disney princess — however i feel like there is a genuine argument to be made that he is disney princess coded, at least within his own narrative. you are right, he gives off those vibes. ( and we're not the only ones who think this — tumblr will not let me hyperlink the video but https://www.tiktok.com/@some.emmagination.huh/video/6961180862117367045 — the fact that Jack is so often seen with or around the princesses in the disney parks says a lot i think lmao ).

it's possibly because he's assuredly not your classic white knight disney prince, he's not "bad" enough in own his narrative to be villain-coded, and his effeminate characteristics ( the famous story about disney execs thinking that JD was playing Jack as gay in the first film and absolutely freaking out about it ) play into that whole idea. I also think it's always fun to take a character like Jack, who belongs in a hyper masculine environment but consistently challenges those stereotypes, and consider him occasionally in terms of the feminine. Jack being a trickster archetype also helps with this; gender expression is inherently very fluid to him. plus potc plays with this too — Elizabeth is made the Pirate King, after all.

but he does also fit some classic disney princess tropes! defining a disney princess is kinda tricky now because over the past twenty years or so that definition has (quite rightly) diversified from the more traditional princesses of older disney movies, but i wanna highlight some of the fun ways in which Jack fits into that vague category.

he talks to animals! maybe not uhhhh... in the nice way that princesses generally do lmao, but he has his god-tier rivalry with Jack the monkey, openly admits that he'll have Cotton's parrot on board the Black Pearl in AWE because "at least I'll have someone to talk to," and in TPOF starts telling his new horse Caesar sea stories because he gets bored waiting for Ayisha. as a child, I am sure he also had very animated conversations with Tim the dog, too. he also sings, canonically. Elizabeth teaches him the song from the ride in CotBP and Jack continues to sing or hum that on two more occasions in the trilogy. he descends from almost literal pirate royalty, effectively already making him a princess. Jack might be the black sheep of the family but he comes from a familial line of very rich, very influential pirates within the Brethren Court. and calling him a prince just feels wrong, so princess it is. also if he gets together with Elizabeth post-AWE he "marries" into royalty and becomes the queen of the Brethren Court, true facts.

another is that he has the most fairytale esque, romantic dynamic in the entire franchise with the Black Pearl. I've said it again and again, but if Jack's ship were a human and Jack still talked about her the way he does, he'd be the most romantic bastard in the fucking movies lmao. in TPOF, it was literally love at first sight, Jack stared at her on the dock when he first saw her ( and she didn't look her best, she was a ship that had been neglected for a while and Jack spent weeks sprucing her up and getting her shipshape ) and completely fell head over heels. he gets an entire paragraph in that novel about what it is to finally know what love is after hearing sailors talk about it for so long. he dies for her, gives up his immortal soul for her.... Jack is motivated by love in the trilogy ( no matter how difficult, or twisted, or toxic that love becomes ), I won't accept any arguments.

Jack is surrounded by loveable sidekick type characters. potc is a great franchise for this anyway just in general, but Jack's crew fit a lot of those archetypes that you find in many disney princess movies. from the mice in Cinderella, to Scuttle/Sebastian/Flounder in the Little Mermaid, to the furniture/servants in Beauty and the Beast, there's a lot of overlap — and while you can also say that Jack, being a side character, also fits that role, as he becomes subject to main character syndrome in the franchise, he gradually becomes more and more at the centre of it instead of being with them on the sidelines. disney princesses, particularly from the older movies, are also frequently in need of rescue, and rescuing Jack from the Locker is the major plot point of the first hour of AWE. he might mockingly call Elizabeth the damsel to Will, but he is in fact the damsel put in distress in that movie.

then there are the somewhat more angsty ones. disney is renowned for its absent mothers, particularly within its fairytales, and Jack is no different. I may have my well-developed headcanons about Jack's mother but in terms of the strict canon, we know nothing about her ( beside the shrunken head ) and that is on purpose, considering that the house of mouse would not let anyone, including the author of TPOF, write about Jack's mother or even hint as to her existence. Jack is also subject to the controlling influence of his single parental figure, Teague, in his early life, which is a classic plight disney princesses find themselves in, whether the dynamic is outright abusive like Jack and Teague's is, or less so. Jack — at least earlier in his life, less so in the trilogy itself — is easily manipulated by the "villains." the plot of TPOF hinges on Jack being manipulated and betrayed by Christophe, and then the plot of CotBP hinges on Jack being betrayed by Barbossa during the mutiny on the Black Pearl ten years prior.

lastly and, a bit of an odd one maybe, but something I want to include, is that Jack is often coveted by others. it's most obvious in Jack's dynamic with Beckett which, whether you read into it sexually or not on Beckett's side, I personally think it's entirely up for interpretation, is very driven by Beckett's desire to possess Jack. he wants to control him and use him in the same way that he uses all material things, and is pushed to very extreme lengths when Jack resists that control and tries to assert his autonomy. I think Jack being such a free spirit, as well as the fact that he's a pretty boy and is unapologetically sexual ( the second not being a disney princess trait lmao ) he invites that kind of attitude from other people. he invites people to try to challenge that aspect of his character and put him in a box, or control him, or break him.

#anonymous.#&. depths few had ever begun to glimpse ( meta tag. )#&. don’t ever insult captain jack sparrow in front of me ( ooc. )#this is unhinged. there is no question about it #but also some of my proudest work on this blog lmaooo #this is what my blog is all about #arguing in nine paragraphs why jack is a disney princess :')

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softedgessculptures · 2 years ago

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This is one of the best couples and plot twist in the history of couples in cartoons, in fact, the very concept of plot twist in a REAL couple is already able to show us while all the media is mediocre. I'm not going to make a huge and really serious post, so I'm just going to comment even.

Harold just saw Leshawna and the first thing he said was," Wow, you're big! I've never seen a woman like you! " and Leshawna was so nice, because she KNEWS that was not evil!!? Harold didn't even said it in a crude tone, he was just amazed and she fuckin knew it.

He was in awe of her, with a woman.

Over the course of the episodes, we found out that there's a secret admirer at the island camp, and in what Gwen and Bridgette thought were for they with their own boyfriends, actually, it was all for Leshawna.

Even if they didn't know who the sender was, the moment Harold is eliminated, he declares himself to Leshawna. And Leshawna LOVES IT. SHE JUST LOVES IT AND THEY KISS! Everyone who saw was so amazing and awwwwwn cried because it was cute af, that actually, Harold is a passionate and romantic guy regardless of what his appearance and personality looked like.

And it tells us that true love is, beyond appearances.

We, in fact, end up growing up with a completely pig and miserable prototype of perfect couples, perfect pairs in a perfect life. Since all this fuck doesn't work like that, it can't and shouldn't be portrayed this way. It is not only the media, but the books themselves are feeding us with this ideal. (fr most works here are better than so much more famous works out there, just for being so real here on tumblr)

Models x models, pretty x pretty, ""ugly"" x ""ugly"" (lol how can I determine who is ugly or not), and most following this idea of stupid beauty. These instagramers selling an image of their beautiful and "perfect" life with a buff body and a buff partner in a mansion, totally unreal for those who live in the real world.. What consequently is the most.

I also followed this perfect couple ideal, that no one would ever love me, that I would never live a life of love like rich or beautiful people. I thought I was, and actually, I still think I'm so ugly, that I would never be happy as the white girl with light eyes I saw in Reels. And that's so wrong. So wrong. When we consume a lot of media, social networks, and fit the dough, we become dumber and more alienated.

This is hell. When we go out of social networks and see real people, normal people and lol I'll say again NORMAL because they are NORMAL and not completely manufactured, we realize that things don't work that media way. That, in fact, people really love each other and find beauty in many because they rightly like each other and look beyond bodies, faces and skin tones. There's a lot of couples in the streets, in campus, in MANY places.

I ended up seeing a lot of racism on tumblr, of people complaining about couples of characters with black or fat people. Lol, i'm sorry. Lol, i'm sorry. I don't even know what to say. I don't even know what to say because IT'S SO BIZARRE, how can a person think that to have a boyfriend or write a >>>>>fictional<<<<< tale, we can't put a REAL person there. Drug life is not only models of straight hair, fair skin or fake tan, or even blacks going crazy to stand like the completely skinny black models of fin noses. IS NOT LIKE THIS!!!! Couples can arise from different types of people, that buying this idea of perfect, equal and homogeneous models is actually so limited compared to the whole universe we have out here, not only to explore but to also simply live because we are part of them!!!! We, actually, are them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I actually went crazy with Shrek's dreamworks film, batting through this whole culture of perfect princesses and princes (and whites in the most standardized possible) getting together in the Disney ideal. In fact, not just Disney, but a whole global and social issue that everyone in the world has adopted. Shrek and Fiona were stronger and more passionate than anything in the end they manage to came out over any obstacle. In Shrek 2, which is actually the best of the other films, we see how AMAZING it was in the end. The fairy godmother and all forced a perfect couple, prince and princess, but still, it did not work because Shrek and Fione loved each other by what were really !!!!!!!! That was so beautiful!!!

Buuut coming back to real life, you may be the greatest empath in the world, but you won't be able to put it in the shoes of people who think they can determine who stays together and is loved or not. You can't really understand these minds, other than waiting too much and poor social and psychological development. Not to judge because we should take in with kindness and patience aways, but shit, it's surreal to have to teach one person to be kind, lovely to the other. 😢😢

Finally. We already know the problem.

I'm just going to say one thing: YES, your favorite character would be with a person like you. Regardless of your appearance, color, social status... I think that fiction is even out of reality because they just don't follow these superficial biases that we adopted in society, which rooted and rotted our minds. I've seen people trying to bring fictional characters into real life, making them imagine them living here and I've seen so much shit. Beauty pattern ran strong, money, even color in the middle. I hated it, it was the pinnacle of stupidity.

#nothing #just a vent #i left written and do not care if someone reads but if it is to prefer i prefer not to read even 😤😢#like i get so sad with this world #so sad #better save for yourself #couple #Shrek and fiona #harold and leshawna

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miss-rum-hee · 2 years ago

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just saw your repost about Gothel and I absolutely agreem two things I wanted to add: Cassandra from the series is Gothel's daughter and nobody is offended by her. And if we use dumb little things as "proof" then Rapunzel and Flynn are actually the Jews here, as their VAs are Jewish. And I never see people whine about Harley Quinn being offensive when she's a villain and ACTUALLY a jew.

I even saw a video a Jew mada about gothel and it's a piece of work: claiming the floating lanterns was culturally appropriating from Indian and Thai culture because they have floating lanterns, claiming that one of the punks was a racist Asian stereotype because his eyes were squinted when he's a white guy with barely open eyes, claiming that Italians aren't white when someone mistook the German setting for Italian, and all the whining about Gothel while having the same long hair and literally WEARING A MAROON OUTFIT trying to look like her!!!

This "Jewish villain" thing has been extended to Barbie movies and you should criticize these takes.

Swan Lake - The villain having a big nose even though he only is designed like that to evoke birds because he can transform into a falcon. And even if he was a Jew so would the Fairy Queen, his cousin, be, and he'd be part Latino as the Queen is Latina.

Fairytopia trilogy: People don't like that it ha trolls because of "Jews were portrayed as trolls in propaganda" in addition to the noses.

Princess and the Pauper: The villain having the same name as a Jew. This one I could kinda get but they probably chose it because it sounded fancy. Not because of race or anything.

And call out the claims of "gaycoded" villains, again people from both inside and outside the community look at "flamboyance, drama and body language" and decide they're mocking gay people, also forgetting most of these characters come from musicals where conveniently nobody ever calls the good guys "gaycoded" even if they do the same thing. I shit you not people have canceled Naruto because orochimsru is able to shape-shift into a woman, has long hair and is voiced by a woman in Japanese! Even though Naruto has two of those same attributes (turning into a woman, female voice actress)

I would love to see posts and reboots about these because people instead of focusing on actual hate towards their communities, instead want to make conspiracy theories about CARTOON CHARACTERS. It's a cartoon. It won't hurt you. Grow up and stop purposefully looking for reasons to be offended.

Absolutely spitting.

#BTW what video is that? It sounds fucking ridiculous #asks answered

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kkoraki · 2 years ago

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Top five moments on GtN

I. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　 Chapter 28 stay winning　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

II. This Fourth House classic... iconic... source of my TLT series tag...

Jeannemary seemed uncomforted and unconvinced. So [Gideon] added, “Hey, look at it this way: you were down here just the other night, so if that’s the sticking point, you’re already totally boned.”

“You don’t talk like - how I thought you might talk,” said Isaac.

After this moment this chapter is by far the scariest fucking chapter in the book and SO well written. I was terrified peeping through my fingers the first time I read it and nothing had even happened yet. By the time the bone construct showed up I was a wreck. Yes book, scare me

III. OK remember when Jeannemary and Isaac find the bone ash in the incinerator and they come to get Gideon and Coronabeth for help except fuckin... Naberius, Marta and Colum all decide to come along too? Most underrated and random scene ever. Hilarious. So much going on under the surface. Sparks deep joy.

The necromancer teen was saying listlessly, “I can tell fresh human cremains. Can’t you, Princess?”

Corona hesitated. The Second butted in: “What if they were burning bones? One of the servants may have fallen apart.”

“Someone could... just go ask,” rumbled Colum the Eighth, shocking Gideon with an inherently sensible suggestion.

Look at this! So much just happened in these 4 sentences and it was also hilarious?? wtf? and the whole scene goes on like this. Most underrated scene. I demand 100k more words of cavaliers hanging out

IV. The GORGEOUS Chapter 7 opening:

From space, the House of the First shone like fire on water. Wreathed in the white smoke of its atmosphere, blue like the heart of a gas-ignited flame, it burned the eye. It was absolutely lousy with water, smothering it all in the bluest of blue conflagrations. Visible even up here were the floating chains of squares and rectangles and oblongs, smudging the blue with grey and green, brown and black: the tumbled-down cities and temples of a House both long dead and unkillable.

aka when upon first read I realized this book was not in fact about lesbian necromancers in space but rather lesbian necromancers on POST APOCALYPTIC EARTH and went “wtf wtf wtf” and bought in instantly (early onset symptom of nona stanning)

(also this is an ask meme not meta but I just saw this for the first time while typing it out... more chains imagery? like that? clever)

V. Chapter 23! It’s the chapter with Marta vs. Cam in it but that only contributes to it being my favorite moment insofar as it’s a well-done fight scene. The whole thing is a fantastic ensemble chapter with everyone clowning around and acting like a weirdo. It’s very cleanly written too, the dialogue and the character interactions are how GtN got me. Fave.

#runners up are probably the dinner party and Good Now We Need Not Speak Again #and I guess gideon v. naberius actually that was really good #ty for asking!!#gideon the ninth #ask #marvel-danvers #you dont talk like how i thought you might talk

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delightfuldevin · 1 year ago

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Can I bother you for any lore on your Mario S/I? Does he have any In-Universe backstory or does it all stem from White Void?

SCREAMING AND THROWING MORE HEART EMOJIS AT YOU

Ahem sorry anyway

My S/I entered the Mario universe at around age 8, so his backstory there starts at that time!! My first game in the series was Mario & Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story, but at the time, I didn’t follow the game too well cause my cousin owned it and I only got to play it when I saw her so I lost a lot of the information. Then she lost the game before I could beat it ;^; By the time I got the game for myself 4 or so years later, all I remembered was a vague memory of the part of the game that takes place in the forest. So, this translates as my S/I having entered the world through the forest and meeting Mario, Luigi, Peach, and Bowser while they were in the middle of a “Bowser kidnapped the princess” moment.

I’ll put the rest of this under a cut cause it did get a lil long jdbdvkjgvhgvg

So I, being the goody two shoes I was, did not like villains at all as a kid and Bowser was no exception. As a matter of fact, for the first year or so, I didn’t even remember his name most of the time hcbxjcbsj. Whenever I did remember it, I thought it was “Browser”. I stuck to the bros and Peach like glue and just sorta ignored him entirely.

However, as I started to play more games in the series, he started sticking out to me more. I thought his final boss fights were really cool in the New series. I thought his lines were fun and goofy in the games with dialogue, and I enjoyed his almost tsundere personality in the rpgs. Learning about the existence of the Koopalings made me like him more too cause him being a dad just made him so endearing to me. The Koopalings were actually my first comfort characters before I knew what that was.

(Fun fact: My very first S/I was actually the Koopalings’ sibling! I liked the idea of them being my siblings and hanging out together. However, despite me seeing them as Bowser’s kids, I never saw Bowser as my dad and it actually made me uncomfortable for some reason. What led me to realize I liked Bowser romantically was that as I got older, I started seeing the Koopalings as my kids and I thought “well what does that make Bowser to me?” I thought about it long and hard and realized I had a crush on him djbcsjbcs)

So in terms of my S/I, I imagine that Bowser had a crush on me from the start and all the times I was ignoring him in the past, he was doing these things to try to get my attention. He would take any opportunity to show off his power, he would say whatever came to mind just to make me laugh. When my S/I met the Koopalings and befriended them, they played matchmaker to get us together (King Boo was a big player in that too).

In terms of his abilities, he obtained manipulation over lightning from the Lord of Lightning, the dragon from Super Mario Odyssey! It was an accident that almost killed him, but he was revived by a 1-up mushroom and when he woke up, he realized he had control over lightning. He was in his late teens (17-18 ish) when the accident happened. There’s a whole one shot for this I haven’t posted yet,, That’s also where the demi-dragon form comes in! Because his powers came from a dragon, he sorta becomes one himself by proxy when he uses them!

He’s always had the ability to conjure fireballs and his whole glowing/catching on fire thing since he first arrived to this world. It’s kinda a jokey/silly reason for why, but it’s because irl I used to be compared to the sun when I smiled as a kid so I thought “haha what if my S/I is part Shine Sprite” and then cause I have depression I compared that to the Angry Sun from Super Mario Bros 3 so yeah jdbcjsbcsjhcb. I’m not sure if he actually is part Shine Sprite or not. It’s just fun to think about sometimes.

So anyway, that’s it for the main stuff! I didn’t include how I met Rosalina and King Boo cause I wasn’t sure where that would fit in this lil ramble? Also, I know you mainly asked about my S/I’s story, but I don’t know how to talk about it without talking about my ships too fhbfjxhfgch

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENABLING ME I AM STILL THROWING HEART EMOJIS AT YOU

#answered the thing #sonas tag #chocolate eclair #oh!! also!! fun fact in the tags #my sonas all have food themed tags #my mariosona is chocolate eclair cause of that one john mulaney quote #‘you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair’#i just think its funny cause before i fell for bowser i was team heroes all the way #but after i started shipping with him i started loving villains in general more hdbcsjc #love changes a person and all that

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Missing 2

Here is a silly part 2 to the silly first fic here

Fluff, Mob Bucky is an adorable goof, this is worse than the first fic okay. I’m openly acknowledging this is ridiculous and stupid but I’m posting it anyway.

“Why the fuck is he still here”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, watching him carefully, hating the way he moved with such suave. Who the fuck does he think he is?! It had been days of him coming around, pretending his intentions were innocent but Bucky knew better. He had been in the game long enough to be able to read someone's character.

No.

There was nothing innocent about this.

He was after his pretty baby and that wasn’t okay.

“If you have such a problem with him, go do something about it” Sam snorted, watching the mob boss huff, shaking his head.

“I can’t just tell him to fuck off” Bucky grumbled, ready to give him the finger. “Even though he should, I don’t want him 10 feet near my princess”

“I’m sure if you stare at him long enough, he’ll take the hint”

Bucky glared at him once more for good measure before smiling down at the purring ball of fur that pawed at his leg, demanding to be picked up. She had dragged your sweater into the room, dropping it by his feet, giving him a pointed look.

“Hi baby” He picked up his sassy little fur baby, giving her a few kisses and scratching her head, cocking an eyebrow at her seeing the sweater she brought with her. “You miss her huh, maybe I should ask her out soon?”

“Merp” Alpine nudged her head against his chest while Sam shook his head, running a hand over his face.

“For fucks sake, at least listen to the cat and ask her out”

“He’s right” Steve smirked at his friend, snorting at the ridiculous sight of Bucky cooing at his cat, “Stop worrying about him and actually go ask her out”

Bucky thought for a moment, he had to do it right. You were sweet. Kind. Summer and flowers. His mind was all over the place, he couldn't stop thinking about you but would you even want to go out with someone like him?

You sipped your tea, cozy in an oversized t-shirt and some fuzzy socks, snuggled under a blanket with your favorite tv show pulled up. You smiled sadly at the empty corner Alpine liked to snuggle in; even if she was with you for a few days, you missed her purrs and silky fur nuzzled against you. Then there was her owner. It shouldn’t have been legal for someone that attractive to have a cute white fluffy kitten, the combination of the two overloaded all your senses. Your mind continuously bounced between the both of them, not sure who you wanted to snuggle with more. Both with the same mischievous blue eyes and sassy attitude to match. You blinked hearing the doorbell ring; no one ever visited you at this hour. Then it rang again.

You ran to your door, abandoning your tea and Netflix, squealing when you saw your sweet little fur baby sitting in a basket of red roses, a small note tucked onto the side. She hopped out of the basket and into your arms, nudging her nose onto yours.

“Now how did you get here baby” you giggled, looking up to see a flustered Bucky on your drive way, waiting hopefully for you to read the note. You pulled the note out, smiling at the beautiful handwriting, biting back a smile as you read.

Thank you for taking such good care of me, I missed you. I sleep in your sweater every single night. I wanted to see you again.

-Alp

PS: Will you go out on a date with my daddy?

You grinned, feeling your face heat up, looking up at the blushing mob boss. He made his way over while you kept Alpine tucked in your arms; the ball of fur making a show of snuggling in your hold. Bucky shook his head at his cat’s antics; if only he was as adorable as she was.

“Sorry” Bucky blushed sheepishly, his heart racing when you took the basket of flowers and invited him inside. “I-I didn’t get to properly thank you for taking care of Alpine”

“I was happy just to look after her” You smiled, feeling giddy over the fact that he was in your house again. “But I’d love to go out with you”

That was all he needed to hear, kissing your cheek before leaving, his mind already thinking about where to take you.

“I’ll see you soon doll”

*****

Bucky made sure he gave you the sweetest date possible, taking you out to a quiet diner where he spent the evening looking at you with heart eyes. His heart fluttered over your sweetness and he had to mentally restrain himself from cupping your cheeks and kissing you every time you looked at him. What the hell was wrong with him.

The first date turned into a second date. Then a third. Most recently, he invited you over so he could make you brunch and eat in the large patio in his garden. Bucky’s heart started tp leap again, looking at his pretty doll set out strawberries on a plate and carrying a jug of lemonade. He didn’t know what to do with himself when you brought him flowers from your flower shop to brighten his home, he already knew he was going to keep that bouquet preserved forever.

You both finished eating, curled up on Bucky’s couch for some cuddles, his hand softly stroking your hair, stopping abruptly when he saw movement by the window. You sat up when you felt his body stiffen, looking up to see him staring at someone through the window.

“Fuck, he’s back again” His chest rumbled against you, moving you over as he stalked to the window, frowning.

“Who” You couldn’t see anyone from where you were sitting, nearly collapsing on the floor when you joined Bucky’s side. Now you knew exactly where Alpine learned her dramatics.

“Him” Bucky growled at a stray black cat that slinked around his garden, purring as soon as his green eyes landed on Alpine who was basking near the windowsill.

“It’s a cat Bucky”

“That’s not a cat, that’s a punk” He narrowed his eyes at the cat while he sauntered over, his tail swishing about, gracefully hopping on the ledge, his nose nudging against the glass, right where Alpine sat. “She’s too good for you”

“Oh my god” You wheezed, shaking your head while Steve walked by, stopping when he saw Bucky by the window. It had become a weekly occurrence, he was used to the scene before him, not that it was ever any less ridiculous.

“Is he beefing with the cat again” Steve snorted while you burst out laughing, looking at Bucky staring off with the cat, his precious baby tucked in his arms.

“Does this happen often?”

“Mhm, has he given him the finger yet?”

“Shut up Steve”

“He just wants a home, I think it’s sort of sweet” You nudged Bucky while he shook his head. Your heart melted, looking at Alpine trying to wiggle out of Bucky’s hold, inching towards the black cat that sat outside who was peering into the warm house.

“I don’t trust him”

“C’mon, he’s a little like you” Bucky frowned at you while you giggled, cupping his face, pulling him down to kiss his lips, smiling when you felt him melt into your hold, his hands coming down to hold your waist. “He’s just a little misunderstood. Handsome on the outside and sweet on the inside”

Bucky’s ears perked up, a smirk dancing on his lips, pulling you closer.

“You think I’m handsome and sweet?”

“Bucky!” You rolled your eyes, “That’s what you got from what I just said?” You squeaked when he lifted you in his arms, carrying you off to his room, deciding he’d deal with the punk outside later. There were more important things that required his attention.

“We have all night, tell me more my pretty doll”

A few years later *

“I told you Alp would be with the groomsmen” Sam grinned, holding the white ball of fluff while Steve stood by Bucky. Alpine purred, a large silky bow replacing her collar.

“That’s only because y/n has Bucky jr. on her side” The black cat purred in your best friends arms, his green eyes blinking at Alpine and then at Bucky, a little bowtie around his neck.

“She named him Toothless, not Bucky Jr” Bucky groaned, shaking his head at the green eyes that blinked at him, he may have given into you adopting him but he still didn’t fully trust his intentions.

“You love him” You giggled at your soon to be husband, waiting for his lips to press onto yours, ready to start a new chapter together along with your fur babies.

“Hm, not as much as I love you” He whispered, pulling you into his arms as soon as he’s told he can kiss the bride, pouring every ounce of his love into the kiss.

Who would have thought his little fur baby going on an adventure would bring him the greatest love of his life.

****

*Of course when he does propose to you, there’s basically two proposals. One is perfect, romantic, intimate. Just the two of you, his sweet words, soft kisses. It was beautiful and you loved it but he already had your heart when you first feel 4 little paws on the bed earlier that day, a wet nose nudging you awake. There’s a new note attached to her collar, not a whole lot written on it but the few words bring tears to your eyes.

Will you be my mama?

To which you immediately say yes and gasp when you see a little ring on Alpine’s collar. Bucky smiles by the door, striding over to pull you into his lap, his heart filling with warmth when you attack him with 100′s of kisses.

Alpine purrs proudly; she always knew you’d be the perfect mommy for her daddy.

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Do I even want to know what “games journalism” is and why it needs ethics? “Breaking News: Princess Not Actually In Castle Liberated by Plumber”?

I never saw any ugly backlash, but what I did see was a lot of people immediately proclaiming how awesome they thought the casting was, accusing anyone who might disagree of being racist and making videos and posts with strawman arguments. The pushback was against nonsense like Daniel Greene, a smug dipshit who can’t even get book summaries accurate to the contents, and self-proclaimed experts like “the Dusty Wheel” making long-form videos using tortured rationalizations to get around the facts of the books, all to conclude that the only problem anyone could have with the casting is racism. Right out of the box it was just presumed that there was going to be racism, much like the producers of the execrable “Obi-Wan Kenobi” show telling their main original character to expect racist backlash, when her character made no sense. They were baiting and trying to provoke racist reactions for the buzz or to make themselves look good.

Anyway, if you want to find the racists, don’t look so much at people who questioned casting 1 white, 1 brown and 2 black actors to play a quartet of people from an isolated, insular breeding pool, which is shown in more than one way to have little to no external genetic influence (as I said at the time, the problem was the white guy), and instead ponder the implications of the producers who cast black actresses for the three most bad-tempered female characters, black actors to play two of the most irredeemable scumbag (and rapist) villains, a black actor to play a character who has a psychotic break late in the series, and then nerfed the two major male heroes for whom they cast black actors, Perrin & Loial. Perrin & Nynaeve both had their characters reduced in favor of Moiraine & Egwene.

Rings of Power was a little better. Disa was maybe the least offensive character, especially of the originals, and Miriel was about as good as the butchery of Numenor allowed her to be, but with Arondir, it felt like they were trying to use his race to shade the (non-canonical) resentment of the Southlanders toward the elves, and the disapproval of his relationship with Bronwyn, in terms of real life bigotry, despite neither point making any sense, which is probably why it isn’t more explicit in the script.

As far as bigoted views vs a pretense of legitimate criticism ... so what? I don’t care what the motives of the producers were in the casting, I care about the results which are bad. I don’t care if you are only motivated to criticize Miles Morales or Riva or Arondir or Nynaeve because of their skin color, as long as your criticism is legitimate and accurate. Riva’s actions are stupid, her big reveal actually makes her actions more evil in hindsight, and it makes no sense that she is in the position she is in at multiple parts of the story. Like on Tatooine, moments after being stabbed through the chest, while the guy who stabbed her is still in the same star system as the stabbing, and his Star Destroyer is actively taking efforts to keep others from leaving. Arondir pursues signs of enemy activity in a way that makes his efforts at intelligence gathering futile, is held prisoner by orcs using grossly ineffective tactics, his big escape scenes are farcical and then he is let go in a way that makes his whole captivity story pointless. He and his fellow garrison do absolutely nothing about the key mechanism to Sauron’s long game, despite occupying the building in which it resides for centuries, and he has transparent plot armor in the major battle in which he is involved, as in, bad guys stop using weapons when fighting him, in preference for wrestling moves. Then he hands a supposed weapon of evil influence to a child and tells him to break its spell by giving it to other people, and walks away, leaving the kid alone with the weapon of evil. This is dumb, brainless writing, and if people are only going to be alerted to it because of their racist hostility toward the actors, so be it. Doesn’t change the fact that the writing is dumb.

And there are plenty of reasons to hate Nynaeve and Perrin. Perrin has an uncanonically blonde wife, who gets no characterization but does get to actually do his canonical job, before she gets killed in the pilot episode by surprising a man swinging an axe in a fight. Perrin’s arc in Book 1 is about coming to terms with his own, surprising capacity for violence, when he has grown up deploring waste and destruction, and characterized from his first on-page appearance, as being careful and deliberate so as to avoid causing harm. He carries an axe he took up in a moment of childish fascination and immediately hates how easy he finds using it after his first battle. Along the way he meets a group of pacifists who explain they abjure violence, even fleeing to prevent others from doing violence to them, because violence harms the soul of the one who commits it. He argues that this method does not stop violence, because it leaves evil entities unmolested to carry on their predation. Later, contemplating the horrible death their pursuers might deal out to his companion, he entertains the idea of mercy killing her if they are caught. When his mentor figures out a part of what he is thinking, and accuses him of wanting to kill her for convenience, Perrin instead explains his actual intention, upon which he is told that as long as he abhors the violence and does not enjoy it, he will be wiser in his use of force than most, and that he should renounce it if he ever does come to like it. The axe he has been carrying it representative of this conflict and will remain so for most of the series.

Meanwhile, on the show, he is apparently wallowing in self-recrimination for accidentally killing his wife, and does not carry a weapon for nearly the whole first season. He never meets the mentor, never has a conflict about mercy-killing, is never shown to be careful or making efforts to avoid harm, his argument with a companion about handling dangerous power is excised, and his only arguments about use of violence are when he is presented with an incoherent & contradictory version of the pacifist philosophy, in which case most of his dialogue is efforts to disprove the sincerity of the adherents, not actually questioning the philosophy itself.

In the books, Perrin discovers he has the ability to communicate with wolves and resists using it, wanting nothing to do with being akin to an animal. As his ability grows, he unwilling becomes more aware of, and identifying with the wolves, until one of them attacks a party of soldiers, who, while having a bad ideology and practices, were not doing anything wrong. The absolutely justified death of the wolf drives Perrin to attack the soldiers, and be taken captive. This intertwines his conflict over his wolf-affinity with his conflict about his capacity for violence and conflates them in his mind, increasing his unwillingness to deal with the wolves and his ability, by showing how his impulsive action has resulted in death and his having to face the consequences. His subsequent captivity is an ordeal of endurance until his captor appears to offer him an escape to be rid of the inconvenience of carting a prisoner around, and Perrin deduces that it is likely an attempt to excuse his murder by the escape attempt. Then they are rescued by the people with actual action hero credentials.

On the show he has no mentor, there is nothing to his connection with the wolves, and his ability gets zero world-building. Wolves randomly appear in his proximity once or twice. He is taken captive for nonsensical reasons, and the focus of his captivity is the efforts of his captor to prove that his companion has powers the captives can neither prove nor fight in the books. Perrin is turned into merely a prop, being bound to a frame and gradually flayed until she gives in and uses her powers to help him. With 2-3 episodes to go, this concludes Perrin’s active participation in the plot. From here on out, he is there to bring up an invented love triangle and watch and complain while other characters attempt to retrieve an artifact from incredibly stupid safekeeping, to wander away pointlessly before an enemy attack on the retrieval effort, be frightened of a bat and return too late to stop a villain from killing all the other good guys in the scene and making off with the prize, while Perrin stands there impotently.

Nynaeve is a strong leader in her village, with a staunch following despite criticism due to her youth and forceful manner, and even some of her critics admitting to her ability and citing her competence. She is so dominant a presence that the PoV character to first encounter her, needs a minute or two to even notice his own love interest is accompanying Nynaeve. She storms into an informal meeting of the Village Council and Mayor, and they have to take it. While one recalcitrant member complains, the others shut him down. Her expertise as a medical professional is apparent in the aftermath of a monster attack on the village. After the other characters leave, Nynaeve follows them, following a trail that an expert tracker took pains to hide, for which she receives his honest and frank compliment. She joins the group, where her medical knowledge proves useful where preternatural powers can’t help, and she takes care to explain what medicine she gives people as well as assert that no matter what she thinks of a patient personally, she would never hurt them, indicating actual medical ethics.

After being separated from the group, she once again demonstrates her tracking chops to find the leaders, and approach them by stealth to observe their conversation, only being detected by non-natural senses. Subsequently, she is asked, due to her wilderness skills, to help rescue Perrin from his captors. Near the end of the book, as she learns more about the man who praised her tracking and recruited her for the rescue mission, she approaches him regarding a relationship, and he responds by acknowledging he reciprocates her feelings, but his prior commitments mean he cannot bring anything to the table and will not pursue the relationship, though he hopes for her happiness with another.

On the show, there is no indication of her leadership or power in the village. No one looks to her for leadership, she is not a topic of discussion nor her job performance controversial. Rather than Daise Congar defending her authority and position from men who would interfere, Daise is shown as a sloppy drunk whom Nynaeve joins at the table to quaff a few tankards. Instead of being such a strong presence that Rand overlooks his girlfriend, she is barely visible in the shot where the girlfriend arrives. The only acknowledgement of her supposed authority is when a stranger to the town questions her leadership. The show overlooks chances to show Nynaeve in a leadership role in the village, not leading or even participating in the quasi-religious ceremony for the festival, which she could (and should) have led as the closest thing to clergy in the town, and letting the innkeeper give a speech announcing the start of the celebration, while Nyneve is present, but silent. She fails to effectively save anyone or treat any injured during the attack, and is taken captive and dragged off in a comically impractical manner.

She is later revealed in a flashback several episodes later, to have survived and escaped through an unnecessary foreshadowing, and rejoins the group by drawing a knife on a lone man attending to a wounded woman. He manhandles and disarms her, and we next find her tied to a tree and gagged, until he releases her, asking her to treat his companion. She refuses until they agree to help find her fellow villagers, and then, while gathering herbs in the wild and treating the injured woman, refuses to tell what she is doing, both points completely at odds with actual medical ethics and her book practices. Her ability to find the characters is questioned by the man who offered sincere compliments in the book, as he demands to know how she found them. Later, she reveals to a group of his colleagues that she tracked him and it is played for laughs, on a par with a comical accident from another anecdote. In the finale, her tracking him is revealed to have been a trick after all! Unlike her book counterpart, Show!Nynaeve is NOT good enough to follow his trail, instead, Nynaeve was able to follow, because he was traveling with a wOmAn, who “has a tell”. This is revealed because the same woman is traveling into danger with a 20 year old male, who, naturally, being male, is equally untrackable, but since Nynaeve is able to reveal the woman’s "tell", now the expert can pursue them with some hope of success.

As for the relationship? After spending several episodes talking to her like she is a wild animal to be tamed, and she follows him to the home of his foster family, he, inexplicably, through horrible direction or shot blocking, teleports out into the street to offer a backhand invitation to join them. Later that night they sleep together and the next morning, he gives her the brushoff using many of the same phrases from the speech in the books where he asserted his love and his inability to pursue it and wish for her happiness. She rounds out the episode by volunteering to join an idiotic noblewoman’s effort to defend the imminent attack on the city with her nascent channeling powers. She does nothing except be a passive power source for the noble’s ineptly executed, but successful, effort, and saves her friend Egwene, using ways that completely break the rules of channeling from the books, but the show has not bothered to explain any rules, so in addition to not knowing the stakes, we can’t say for sure what she did isn’t possible.

In the books, Nynaeve tells a story, in response to hearing the symptoms of a first-time channeler, acknowledging the symptoms in herself, how she was tending a sick Egwene, who was a child at the time, and, unaware the girl was convalescing, Healed her fever early. In the context of the story it is indicative of her selfless nature and her priority on healing and alleviating suffering. Most such first-time incidents are self-centered, aimed at achieving a selfish goal or protecting oneself, but Nynaeve performed an extraordinarily difficult feat, for the benefit of another. This is in her first PoV, subverting her prior appearances in the protagonist’s PoV as an intimidating, implacable and stern authority figure, to show how much she cares and how she prioritizes the well-being of her neighbors and charges. On the show, she relates a similar anecdote, but without her Healing, as the show makes it clear that another incident, on-screen, was her first time channeling. Instead, on the show, the focus of Nynaeve’s story is Egwene’s determination and will to live, culminating with Nynaeve’s line that Egwene is indestructible, and a cut to Egwene spitting defiance at her captors. What is effectively Nynaeve’s origin story in the books, is repurposed to glamorize another character.

It’s worth noting that Nynaeve’s love interest, who has been so weakened and made into a cad, has blue eyes in the books and is Asian on the show.

Now I don’t think the producers were consciously being racist, since they also did dirty two other (white & male) characters, and their efforts to augment and enhance their clear favorites also failed through incompetent execution and ignoring or failing to comprehend the strengths of the characters, but there is plenty of legitimate criticism to offer the show, and they don’t deserve any credit for diversity, should, in fact, be criticized for their pursuit of diversity, since the end result was to make black characters worse, and they clearly stopped thinking about diversity once they had the skin colors set. Either all they care about is skin color and not quality of the characters with that skin color, or they did not think about the implications of casting black people as angry or ignorant or suffering props for other characters' leveling up.

There is also the point that the Watsonian diversity of the story is completely undermined. Where the characters in the books note the differences in customs and clothing and appearances of people the further they travel from their home and starting state, on the show, we go from a diverse isolate mountain town, to a diverse caravan of itinerant pacifists, a diverse mining town where no one ever leaves, to a diverse expeditionary force of Aes Sedai and Warders to finally reaching the greatest and most cosmopolitan city in the world (a whole season early, mind you), and there is no real difference in this city to any other group or location they have encountered, except for a shot of a camel, and some pavement.

If you’re going to call critics of the series racist, you need some receipts, because there are far too many things to object to, to assume that the only problem anyone could have is the skin color of the actors.

Is Miles Morales the target of IRL fan criticism because he didn't lose a (good) uncle (and/or a police captain, per Across_), and thus is not REALLY Spider-man? Because I know people make a big deal about that being critical to Spider-man's development and seemed butthurt that it was not in the Home trilogy until the last minute and May got it. During the movie, what you said about writers undoing stuff to make Peter like he was when they were readers is what came to my mind.

(Not sure whether this is Post #5, because the attitude isn't the same.)

Miles hasn't really been the target of criticism for that reason - after all, he lost Uncle Aaron, Peter, his mom, and so forth, so it's hard to argue that he hasn't suffered enough.

No, the IRL fan criticism has largely come from a particularly ugly strain of grognard who hate Miles ostensibly because he's "replacing" Peter Parker, but more because Miles is an Afrolatinx kid from Brooklyn and seen as part of a larger Marvel Initiative to attract new, more diverse audiences largely through the creation and promotion of legacy characters like Kamala Khan as Ms. Marvel, Jane Foster's Thor, Sam Wilson as Captain America, Laura Kinney as Wolverine, etc.

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latenightsimping · 2 years ago

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Rosie - Chapter 2

Summary: Rosie’s getting bigger, and she’s decided it’s time to learn how to put one knee in front of the other, and begin to crawl.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader, dad!eddie

Word count: 2,930

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, children, worries about child development, talks of second child, sexual indications but nothing is explicit, lots of cuteness, not beta read, Eddie is destined to be a girl dad istg

AN: Had this one just looming open on my docs for a while, since idk I was worried about posting for some reason? Maybe the imposter syndrome hit me. But I moved bits around, added and took away certain stuff, and I think (?) I’m happy with it? Anyway, hope you like it! This is a continuation of my Rosie fic; you can find the first one here!

Now that Rosie was sleeping through the night, things fell into a comfortable routine. A promotion at the music shop meant that Eddie was able to earn enough for you to take less work at the diner, now only a couple of shifts in the evenings while he worked Monday through Friday. Coming home in time for you all to to be together as a family, the weekends free for days out or lazy days on the couch.

Your daughter was growing up so fast, now nine months old and already showing the signs that she’d begin to crawl any day. You’d spent God knows how long a couple of feet away from her as she lay on her tummy, cooing and holding out your hands as you encouraged her to start moving. But just like her Dad, she could be stubborn, deciding to do things in her own time. You were kneeled in front of her when you heard Eddie come home, her beloved dragon stuffed toy in your hands as you tried to inspire her to move of her own free will. Smiling when her head turned towards the archway that led to the hallway, listening to Eddie shuffle around as he took his shoes off.

“I’m home!” he called out, turning the corner and grinning when he saw the both of you. Placing the white plastic bag he held on the couch, he gasped in delight as he took a few steps to scoop up his little one and nestle her in his arms. “Hey there, princess,” he cooed, peppering her little cheeks with kisses in the way that never failed to make her squeal in delight. “Ya missed me?”

Her tiny fingers found their way into his long hair, gently tugging as she squirmed to look up at him. It always made your heart warm to see the two people you loved most interact with each other, the adoration Eddie had for her clearly visible in his eyes as he looked down at her.

His attention was turned to you as you got up off the floor, taking the few steps to press a kiss to your lips. “Hiya sweetheart,” he murmured, shifting Rosie in his arms so a hand was free to come up and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey you,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his middle as he looped one of his own over your shoulders. “How was work today?”

“Same as usual,” he answered, letting you go after giving you a little squeeze and one final kiss to your temple before motioning to the bag. “Managed to drop by family video on the way home.”

You smiled as you picked it up, pulling out the couple of VHS boxes to get a good look at his choices. Some were for you and him to enjoy, but you couldn’t help the relieved sigh fall from your lips as you noticed the bright pink box with the cute characters from Moon Dreamers on the front. Though the cartoons were only background noise to her while she played, you noticed that she seemed to enjoy some more than others. “They finally got it.”

“Yup. Steve managed to snag it as soon as it came back,” he smirked, looking down at Rosie as he gently bounced her. “Because we both know that if Mommy had to watch one more episode of Muppet Babies her head would explode,” he crooned in his softly spoken baby talk, each word laced with tenderness. Though she didn’t understand a word of what he said, she still smiled like it was the best thing she’d ever heard.

You chuckled as you put the tapes away on the shelf by the TV, before heading into the kitchen to get a start on dinner. “I think if I have to hear that theme song any time soon, I’m actually gonna lose it.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll make sure Steve knows that there’s a household ban on all Muppet related videos for the next couple of months,” he chuckled, lounging back on the sofa with his head resting on the arm and pulling his legs up to rest his baby girl on his thighs. As you chopped up vegetables, you kept looking over to watch them through the archway that connected the rooms, fondness blooming in your chest as he softly spoke to her about his day. Answering her nonsensical babbles with “I know, right?” and “that’s what I said!” as he grinned. Deciding after a while that pretending to eat her toes was a far more interesting endeavour, making her squeal with delight as her adorable laughter filled the living room.

With everything in the oven or simmering on the stove, you headed back to sit down and relax for a little bit. Eddie shifted so he sat beside you, Rosie happy to sit in his lap as his arm came to rest over your shoulders. The few minutes were filled but nothing but blissful silence, save for the game show that you were both only sort of paying attention to. You were just happy to have Eddie’s fingers draw absentminded patterns on the skin of your lower back, your head on his shoulder and letting your eyes close as your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a long sigh through your nose. Having a child and a home was one of your lifelong dreams. Didn’t mean that it wasn’t tiring at times.

“Almost forgot to ask how your day was,” he finally whispered as he looked down at you, figuring you would appreciate some time to shut your eyes but also knowing full well that you wouldn’t be too happy if dinner got burnt.

“Was good,” you murmured as you curled further into his side, forcing your eyes to open. “Managed to get some laundry done, and spent a little while trying to get her to crawl. She’s nearly there, but it seems she’s content enough with sticking in one spot for now.”

“She’ll get the hang of it,” he said softly, knowing that you sometimes worried about her development. “Sometimes it just takes some kids a little longer than others.”

“I know,” you sighed, a small smile on your face as you reached out to gently smooth out her soft brown curls. “Guess it’s good that she isn’t moving about for a little while longer. God knows how much mischief she’s gonna get into when she finally gets going.”

Eddie let out a scandalised gasp as he looked down at Rosie, wiggling his fingers that she hand her tiny hands wrapped around. “My little girl? Trouble? Never.” She looked up at him to find the source of the noise, large brown eyes that identical to his crinkling as she smiled.

“Hmm, you just better pray she won’t take after you when she’s a teenager,” you teased as you got up to check on the food.

He laughed, shaking his head as he followed behind and settled Rosie down in her high chair. “No idea what you’re talking about. I was the poster boy for innocence and virtue.”

“Tell that to my Mom’s back porch that you singed when you dropped your joint on it,” you smirked, remembering the night when you’d both got quite drunk and were too busy making out to notice the small burn that permanently blackened the dried out floorboard.

“If I remember correctly, we were sharing it,” he countered, opening the fridge to grab a can of soda. Placing it on the counter as he came behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest as his lips pressed into the crook of your neck. “Can still remember the hickeys you gave me that night, too.”

“Ah, to be young again,” you sighed wistfully, your eyes flickering over to check that Rosie was still okay. She seemed pretty content to babble to herself for now, though you knew any time now she was going to start wanting to be fed. “Feels like a lifetime ago now we’ve got a little one of our own.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, the sound full of blissful feeling as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world, though.”

“Neither would I,” you whispered, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “Would always make the choice to nearly land on my ass when I slipped on those wet leaves.”

He let out a small hum, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder. “And I’d make the choice to catch you.” His tone grew quiet as he lifted his head, lips by the shell of your ear as he pulled you closer. “And for the record, I totally wouldn’t object if you still wanted to give me hickeys.”

“Behave yourself Munson,” you laughed, playfully swatting his hands as he chuckled and pulled away to start preparing Rosie’s food.

Now you were getting the hang of life with a small child, dinner times went a lot smoother. Soda forgotten about on the side, you’d grab a glass and pour it for Eddie while he sat down to feed your daughter. You’d serve up dinner, and he’d grown used to taking mouthfuls whenever she was preoccupied or still finishing the last spoonful. At first, you had offered to do it, but he simply shook his head and smiled as he insisted it was fine. You guessed it was his way of getting more bonding time with her, and you weren’t going to get in their way any time soon. Eventually Rosie would make grabby hands for the spoon, Eddie handing it to her so he could finish up eating. Sure, sometimes errant bits of food would end up flying everywhere when she found it amusing to pick up the bowl and smack it against her tray. But you could always clean up later, and it kept her happy.

Eddie was the one to take her upstairs to get the bedtime routine started, while you cleaned up the kitchen. If you strained your ears as you put away the dishes, you could hear Eddie’s voice coming from her bedroom as he read her another chapter of ‘The Colour of Magic’. It wasn’t like she could even understand it, but Eddie had insisted on “starting her off young.” She just seemed thoroughly entertained with his dramatics whenever he voiced the characters and acted out the scenes with vigour. By the time all the counters were wiped down and you could finally collapse onto the couch, Eddie came back down to join you with an exaggerated groan as he flopped beside you.

“Out like a light,” he sighed, a hand pulled over his face as he stifled a yawn.

“Sound’s like someone’s ready to join her,” you noted with a raised eyebrow, cuddling into his side as his arms automatically pulled you in close. “Wanna go to bed?”

A laugh rumbled through his chest as his eyebrows raised, his expression turning from tired to amused. “Why sweetheart, are you trying to seduce me?”

“As if it would be difficult to do that,” you countered, resting your chin on his shoulder as a soft smile graced your features.

He mocked an outrage gasp, though the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed him. A devilish grin slowly spreading over his countenance as you were pushed onto the couch, onto your back and making a soft yelp tumble from your lips. Feeling his weight come to rest on you and his mouth playfully attack your neck as he slotted himself between your thighs. You broke out into giggles, wriggling underneath him. “Eddie,” you whined with a soft smile, your hands coming to rest on his shoulder blades. “C’mon, you got work in the morning.”

“The night’s still young,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t you wanna fool around a little?”

“First of all, ‘fool around’? What are we, seventeen?” you grinned, trying to keep your voice even when his ministrations were starting to get you hot and bothered. Eddie had figured out a long time ago exactly what made you tick, and it never failed to make your eyes flutter shut when he laved his tongue on the spot just under your ear. “S-second of all, last time we did this on the couch we ended up with a little surprise nine months later.”

His head lifted to look at you, his lopsided smile coming into view. “Would it really be a bad thing if it happened again?”

Your eyebrows jumped up as you chuckled. “We’ve only just managed to get Rosie to sleep through the night. You really want two screaming babies to deal with?”

He bit his lip as he shrugged. “Alright, maybe not yet. But when she’s a little older? Give her a little brother and sister to play with?”

You’d always known Eddie would love to have more than one. While you weren’t particularly fussed either way – your daughter was plenty to keep you on your toes with – you wouldn’t be against it, if you just so happened to fall pregnant again. It might even be pretty wonderful.

You finally nodded as you leaned up to lock your lips with his own. A soft kiss, full of intimacy. Feeling his weight shift onto one arm as a hand came up to thread through your hair. You pulled away with a soft smile. “Maybe. We’ll see what happens when she’s old enough to talk in full sentences.”

You laughed at his little victory cry, turning into a soft moan as his mouth attacked your name again. Sure, you weren’t ready for another little one yet. But it didn’t mean that that you were immune to Eddie’s charms. Especially when he made you feel the way that you were feeling now.

With you lounging on the couch as you watched them play on the floor together, Eddie sat cross legged on the rug in front of his baby girl as he made her stuffed dragon ‘walk’ across the floor towards her. Gently booping the top of her head with the soft nose and pulling away to repeat the process all over again. You remembered the day that the boys from Hellfire got it for her as a group gift, and how over the moon they were when you reported back that it was her favourite toy. You still had the little handmade card it came with, the words ‘to our future party member’ and a drawn picture of a very adorable cartoon mindflayer on the front with all their names on the inside.

“Babe,” Eddie whispered, causing you to look away from the TV show you were half watching to see what he was looking at. You swore Rosie wasn’t that close to him just a moment ago. “C’mon Rosie Posie, you can do it,” he gently cooed, shuffling a little further back and holding out the dragon just out of her reach.

Her tiny face scrunched up in concentration little tongue poking out of her mouth as she shakily got herself up on her hands and knees to push herself forward just a little. You gasped as you sat up, feeling overjoyed that she was finally doing it. It was uncoordinated, and she only moved a tiny amount at a time. But she was finally crawling.

“Such a clever girl,” you squealed, resisting the temptation to pick her up as she worked herself to finally reach Eddie. When you looked up at him, you could see that he was bursting with adoration and pride as his little girl finally managed to reach out a hand and grasp her teddy. You could see how his eyes shimmered with tears as he picked her up and held her above his head.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned, bringing her to his chest and hugging an arm under her legs with his hand on her lower back to support her. Smothering her little face in kisses as he sniffled. “My beautiful, clever little girl.”

She seemed to be more interested in her toy, little face pouting until Eddie shifted his position to sit with his back leaned up against the couch so he could be close to you. Settling her in his lap and nestling the little dragon close to her. You couldn’t stop smiling as you leaned down to rest your forehead on his, his head tipped back as he gazed up at you.

“She finally did it,” you whispered, giggling as his hand came up to rest against your cheek. Smoothing the pad of his thumb just under your eye.

“Told you she would,” he murmured, leaning up for a kiss that you happily gave. He looked back down at her, blissful in the knowledge he was surrounded by love. The girl that he’d chose to settle down and start a family with behind him, her hands smoothing up and down his shoulders as she pressed kisses to the top of his head. And the little one they both created, staring up at him with eyes the exact same as his own and smiling at him. Like he said before dinner, he wouldn’t change it for the world. If he had to go through all the hell that he’d been subjected to, with the shit with his parents and the bullying and the unrelenting horrors that he almost fell victim to, he would do it all again with a smile on his face if it meant he’d end up in this exact moment.

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DEAR STEPBROTHER

summary: you get close to your stepbrother as never before on a halloween party

pairing: stepbrother!Eren x f!reader

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, STEPCEST, college AU, alcohol consumption, use of condom, car sex, Eren being protective over reader, smoking.

a/n: tagging this as dark content but the characters are pretty soft with each other fyi.

be aware of the warnings before you proceed, don’t continue if you’re uncomfortable with the theme and don’t be rude about it, if I forgot to tag something kindly let me know.

chapter 2 >>

It’s been so long since the last time you saw your stepbrother Eren, since he went to university you two barely talk, but now you managed to get in the same uni as him things would change.

What you didn’t expect was that your brother looked so different. He didn’t have the habit of posting his pictures on social media and whenever he video called it was to talk to your parents.

So you were understandably shocked when you met each other in your dorm after he volunteered to help you unpack. He was taller and much more tanned since the last time you saw each other, his hair was tied up too which left you wondering how long it really was.

Eren hugged you tightly by your waist the first day, greeting you by the pet name he used since he moved in after your parents got married.

Hey, princess.

Except now the usual pet name made your skin tingle, the butterflies you felt when his arms pressed your body against his own could not possibly be right.

But you just shook the feeling off, after all it’s been a very long time since you two exchanged a hug.

Eren had always been pretty touchy, especially when you were around friends, he said he liked having a sister since he's always been an only child, and of course your parents liked to see their children getting along.

While you were organizing your clothes in the closet and Eren taking your books out of the boxes, your new dorm-mate, Historia, entered introducing herself to you two, but apparently in a matter of minutes she grew more fond of your stepbrother than the person she would be sharing the dorm with.

As the weeks passed you became more settled, keeping up with your classes and befriending more people, especially Eren’s friends since he was always inviting you to hang out with them.

The only uncanny thing was your dorm-mate, you had the impression she was faking an interest in being friends with you only to get closer to your stepbrother.

>> halloween party off campus today, you in?

He texted you while you were in class, you immediately looked at Historia thinking how you would leave the dorm to a party without letting her know your plans.

sure, but can I change in your dorm?<<

>> okay ?

"Any plans for tonight? We could go clubbing, there are many halloween themed ones already" she said as you left the last class of the day.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you can ask Eren and his friends too so it's more fun".

Of course.

"Oh, I have plans with a friend tonight, sorry" you replied the first thing you could think of and she seemed to believe it.

As the night came you put your costume and makeup items into your backpack saying goodbye to your colleague that decided to stay in the dorm as you left to "find your friend".

"Hey" Eren said, opening his door to let you in, he had a white shirt on and his hair slicked back with gel, only one curly lock falling into his forehead.

"Hi, I thought we were going to meet outside?" Jean said laying on his bed with a black and white striped suit and black eyeliner around his eyes, finding it weird that his dorm-mate’s sister was entering their room now.

"Yeah, sorry, I need to borrow your bathroom real quick" you said as you entered the bathroom to apply your makeup and undress.

"Something wrong with yours?" Jean asked through the closed door.

"Hm, not really, but I didn't want Historia to know about the party" you replied, starting to apply the dark eyeliner, “By the way what are your costumes?”

“I’m low-effort beetlejuice” Jean replied.

“And I’m grease” you heard Eren.

“You mean John’s Travolta character in the movie Grease?” you laughed at his choice of words.

“That’s what I said”.

Makeup was done, now the hard part was the witch dress you chose, the zip being hard to do by yourself, "Eren, can you help me with this dress?"

"I can do it" Jean murmured only to get a death glare from his friend.

The door opened slightly as Eren entered, you turned your bare back to him.

"Any reason why you didn't want to invite Historia?" he asked and you felt your face heating with anger at the thought that he might want her to go too.

Jealous thoughts being forgotten the second you felt his fingertips touching your neck to push your hair out of the zipper way.

"Mmm, she is nice, but I wanted to be only with you tonight— and Mikasa and Sasha, you know, you guys" you quickly tried to correct yourself, the mirror in front of you showed a glimpse of a smile on Eren’s face.

He didn't need to know how especially interested in him Historia was.

And you didn't want to explain why you didn't want them together.

Because in reality, you were not sure where this weird feeling was coming from.

"Sure, princess" he zipped up the dress and held your hips with both hands for a few seconds looking down in a trance.

"You shouldn’t call me princess when I’m dressed like a witch” you giggled alone and realized he didn’t seem to be listening, “Eren?" you asked, bringing him out of his thoughts, finding your eyes on the mirror, you picked the last remaining item to your costume — the pointy hat — and turned to him "I'm ready, shall we go?"

You left your clothes in their dorm planning to come by and change again before returning to your bedroom, where, hopefully, Historia would be asleep and you would not need to explain why you arrived so late.

"Oh, hey y/n, I didn't know you were coming too" Armin said when Eren, you and Jean found him outside the building next to his car, he was dressed like Captain America.

"Hi, Armin, is it okay I'm tagging along?" you asked, uncertain of his reaction.

"Yes, obviously! it’s just that I invited Reiner and Berthold too, so you all might get a little crushed in the backseat".

"Oh, she can go in the front then" Eren was quick to say.

"Dude, no way you, me, Reiner and Berthold will fit in the back" Jean said, in fact you knew that at how large the boys were, they could not fit all together in Armin's car.

"What about us?" Reiner said walking close to you along with Berthold, hearing only their names in the conversation, Reiner was dressed like a cop and his friend as Frankenstein's creature, stitches on his forehead poorly done with eyeliner.

"You guys will have to sit on each other's lap" Jean said teasingly.

“Can I choose someone else to sit on my lap?” Reiner replied, looking directly at you.

“Let’s do this: Reiner is the largest, so he will go in the passenger seat, you four in the back” Armin pointed and opened the driver’s door ready to go.

You all entered in the backseats: you had to take your hat off once you entered, Eren and Jean sat in the middle, Berthold on the window seat, but Berthold couldn't shut his door since half of his body was still outside.

"Try this" Eren hooked his arm under your bare thighs and brought them sideways to his lap, you bent your knees to not get over Jean too, that way you freed some space since now only half of your butt was on the seat, the rest of your body was practically on Eren’s lap.

He now had a leather jacket to match his outfit too, knowing the leather rubbing the bare skin of your arm all the way to the party would make you uncomfortable he placed his arm behind your head, and finally Berthold was able to enter and close the door so Armin could drive out.

Being this close to Eren made you notice his jaw was clenched like he was mad for some reason so you rested your head on his shoulder seeing he relaxed a bit as Armin turned the radio on so you could all vibe on the way to the party.

Because all the windows were open, the wind was causing the hem of your dress to flutter, you only noticed it when Eren placed his hand on your thigh holding the dress down, half touching your skin.

The comfortable position you were in almost got you wishing the party was further away, Eren's hand was so warm against your cold skin.

The ride was quiet, Jean making comments about how Armin had the same taste for music as his grandfather while you and Eren remained quiet, leaning against each other, whatever choice of perfume he did for tonight was a very good choice, the slide back hairstyle accentuated his facial features and white shirt accentuated his torso, Eren was truly beautiful.

"We are here" Armin said after parking in front of a big house which had the front yard decorated with fake coffins, spider webs and skeletons.

"There" Eren opened the door at your side hesitantly taking his hand off your leg so you could step out.

But instead of letting go of you he put his arm around your shoulders helping you adjust your hat while the six of you entered the party soon founding the rest of the gang.

"Beer pong!" Sasha called, dragging you to play with her against Hange and Mikasa.

"Take it slow, my little witch" Eren murmured to you before leaving to find a game for himself.

Unfortunately the opposing team was too good, you and Sasha had to drink all your cups getting a little light headed not one hour after arriving. You were lucky that your seniors accepted you so well, this party was probably hosted by other seniors since you didn’t recognize anyone except Eren’s friends.

As more people arrived at the party you were being pulled left and right to games and dances, drinks with dry ice being handed to you often, after some time you decided to look for Eren, finding him playing poker outside on a picnic table with other creatures.

"y/n come stay beside me, I need some powerful spell here" Jean called you, but you chose the place next to Eren as expected.

"Sorry, Jean, I gotta stick with my big brother" you replied, getting a proud smile from Eren.

"I give up then" Jean threw his cards and the game resumed in Eren and another man you didn't know yet dressed as a mummy, Eren bet all he had and won.

"I should bring you to games with me more often" Eren put a hand behind your head bringing it closer to kiss your forehead, "I will get us some soda" he got up leaving his phone on top of the table as the other players reorganized the cards.

"Is Eren the designated driver?" you heard the mummy man who lost ask Jean.

"No, it's Armin, why?"

"Nothing, it's just unusual for him to not drink".

It was indeed uncanny for the same person that used to ask you to hide empty beer bottles under your bed -- since your parents would never check your room -- to spend the whole night at a party without drinking any alcohol.

Eren's phone lit up and even though you didn't mean to peep you couldn’t help to notice the last name you wanted to see tonight.

>>hey eren

>>this is historia

>>i got your number from a friend

>>hope you don't mind

>>i'm alone now, wanna come over?

Your blood boiled at the audacity of this girl.

How dare she text your brother to come meet her in your shared bedroom when you were away?

You took his phone when no one was paying attention and replied quickly.

not interested <<

When you noticed Eren coming back you put his phone back at the table.

"There" he handed you a soda cup.

"Thanks, 'Ren" you drank the content but now you wanted something stronger, "I think I will find Sasha again to get some blood shots" you got up and returned to the inside of the party missing the confused look on his face.

You haven't found Sasha or the other girls so you headed to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, not actually wanting to get too drunk and become a problem, since this was supposed to be a fun night and you didn’t know most of the people here.

You were not entirely sure why you replied to Historia, if Eren wanted to hook up with your dorm-mate this shouldn't be any matter of yours, right?

Maybe all you needed was a fuck to forget it, so you adjusted your dress pushing up your breasts, afterall what a college party didn’t lack was hot singles.

As soon as you opened the door you were pushed back inside.

"E-Eren? What you—"

"Princess, can you help me with an issue?" he placed an arm behind you trapping you between the sink and his body, getting too close to your face and raising his phone in front of you, "Somehow, I managed to — completely sober —, text someone back and have no memory of it".

Shit.

You forgot to delete it.

“I—” you shook your head trying to find a decent explanation, although with the little space you had and with Eren’s deep green eyes looking down at you, suddenly you forgot everything.

He sighed, putting his phone down on the sink and lowering his head down to rest on your shoulder, his hot breath against your skin making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up.

“This would be much easier if you were not so…” he laced his arm around your lower back pressing your body against his.

“So what?” you sighed as you felt his lips touch your shoulder as he slid the strap of your dress down.

“...so perfect” his kisses trailed all the way to your neck where he started to lick and suck the sensitive skin.

This was so wrong, if anyone saw how your step brother was focused on tasting your skin, firm hands going up and down your hips feeling your curves...

A muffled cover of Paparazzi blasted across the room.

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

At how hazy your mind was with just his kisses you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was Eren.

You brought his face to yours, not being able to stand another second without feeling his lips on yours.

“How much have you drunk?” he asked one inch from touching lips with yours.

“Not much, but I would want this even if I was one hundred percent sober” you whispered again his lips, dark eyes stared at you with lust.

“Fuck, princess” he closed his eyes shut like he was struggling against his own thoughts.

“Eren, kiss me please” you begged caressing his face, you could just close the gap yourself but you wanted him to kiss you.

So he did.

How could he ever deny you anything?

Eren’s wish was to swallow you whole, yet he was patient, kissing your lips slowly as you melted against his arms, you dared to part your lips to allow his tongue in. The taste of soda and mints felt so good.

Eren felt so good.

You lowered your hands to explore his chest down till the hem of his pants where you tugged in a silent request for him to get rid of them.

“Wait, I don’t wanna do this here” he held your hands and picked up his phone putting it in his pocket.

Like in a flash you two passed all the people dancing and drinking till you were inside Armin’s car, in the back seat, his leather jacket and your hat already off.

“Eren, someone might see us” you whispered looking around the streets.

“Don’t worry, it’s dark out there and the guys won`t come yet” he assured, kissing your neck and making you straddle him, “God, I’m so happy I haven’t drunk anything” he squeezed your thighs just to confirm that you were there.

“Why haven’t you, by the way?” you asked putting your hands on his chest pushing him away from your neck to look him in the eye.

“Hmm...” Eren looked away, face and ears getting even more red than he already was, “Because of... Reiner”

“What about Reiner?”

“I had to make sure he wouldn’t make a move on y-you” the confused look on your face turned into an amusing one as you watched him getting flustered at the admission of his protectiveness.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you cooed cupping his face to kiss him again.

You were not as sober as he was, but the haziness in your mind was only contributing to make this moment more pleasing to you, like a luscious dream.

Eren wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your body impossibly closer to him, the position making very easy for you to feel his erection poking your pussy through his rough jeans, the friction so good against your sensible folds you couldn’t help grind on it.

“Fuck, princess, you’re gonna be the death of me” Eren threw his head back, hands crawling from your thighs to your ass, helping your back and forward moves on his lap.

You dropped your head on Eren’s shoulder to muffle your moans.

Even through thick jeans you could feel the outlines of his member rubbing between your soaked panties.

“I need you ‘Ren”

“Of course, princess” he reluctantly retracted his hands from you to get the condom on his wallet and to remove his shirt while you undid his belt, a wet spot on his pants touching your hands, but thankfully his jeans were black so no one would notice, “Come here” he grabbed your neck pulling you for a steamy kiss, both your tongues fighting with each other.

You pulled your underwear aside watching him roll the condom on his tall and hard member, Eren slightly raised your hips to sink on his length, both of you moaning and panting on each other's mouths during the process.

At that moment you felt envious of all the girls that Eren fucked before you, he never brought anyone over but you knew what he was up to when he came home late, or what he was going to do when he left the house all smiley after texting all day.

But now he was here, with you like you dreamed for so long.

“So deep” you cooed once he was all the way inside, even Eren had to take a moment to not cum right on the spot at the sensation of your tight walls hugging him.

“This pussy is mine now, you know that right?” he grabbed you by your jaw, head resting on the back seat and heavy breathing tickling your cheeks.

The sight of your stepbrother so pussy drunk and possessive over you brought chills to your spine. Words ran away from you, all you did was nod mouth agape.

“Good” he raised his head to kiss your chest sliding the straps of your dress down as you began to move on his dick, leaving just the tip in before you sank on it again.

Eren pushed your bra down to fully expose your breasts to his face, wasting no time to suck on them, one hand massaging it and another firm on your butt cheek. You placed your hand on top of his, making him grip your breast harder, desperately needing to touch him, as you picked up a pace.

“So, so good” he murmured to your chest nibbling your collarbones, “I`ve been wanting this for so long”.

Your hands began to wander to his chest, caressing the soft skin with tender, “Eren, help me” you cried kissing his cheek, thighs burning from the constant up and down movement on such small space, your stepbrother almost felt sorry for you.

Almost, because the sight of your teary eyes and trembling legs are too amusing to pass.

“Don’t worry, princess, next time I will make sure to get you more comfortable, now fuck yourself on my cock, can you do this?” he kissed the side of your head, the promise of a next time giving you the fuel to keep going

Eren helped by massaging your thighs, kissing your neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear, just when you found a pleasing pace you felt his phone vibrate on your inner thigh, where his front pocket was.

“If it’s that bitch again, Eren, I swear to god…” you threatened, digging your nails on his chest.

“You’re hot when you’re angry” he laughed, pulling you down by your neck to peck your lips while fishing his phone out of his pocket, “Hmm we might have to hurry this up” he placed the phone down holding your hips to make you go faster.

“W-why?” you ask with a shaky voice when he started to rut his hips up hitting your sweet spot with ease.

“Armin said they will be leaving in five” Eren smiled at your widened eyes, like he wouldn’t be in the same compromising situation as you.

“E-Eren--” in your mind there was an attempt to tell him to stop for the sake of both your images, yet, since this was something you wanted for so long you couldn’t find the courage to stop when you were so close.

“Shh, I’ll make up for it later, okay” he reached a thumb down to your clit, already thinking how he would be eating you out with all the time in the world after this.

“Cum with me, ‘Ren” you begged, holding his hands firm on your hips.

This was all Eren needed to thrust faster, you felt his member twitching inside of you along with his thumb rubbing your bud harder, you screamed as your vision became colourful, your liquids gushing all over his thighs.

―――――――――――――――――――――

“Oh the two of you are here already” Armin said, meeting Eren who was leaning against the side of the car smoking and you on the back seat with the door open.

“My sister was feeling sleepy so we came to stay here”.

“Eren, your shirt is inside out” Belthold pointed out, you giggled, in the rush to dress up and discard the condom neither of you noticed it.

“Where’s Jean?” you asked, realizing it was just Armin, Reiner and Belthold.

“Jean went to some girl’s place, he asked you to not wait for him” Armin lightly punched Eren’s arm as he turned around the car to enter the driver’s seat.

“Oh, I have the dorm all to myself then” he winked at you entering the back seat.

chapter 2 >>

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