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Marie Claire Korea Pictorial and Interview with Go Younjung

editor Jung Pyeonghwa and Kim Sunhee | 2024.07.04

Q : This is your first pictorial with Chanel as the new ambassador.

A : I felt a little sense of belonging and responsibility as I became the new ambassador of Chanel. Today, Chanel 2023/24 Workshop collection is said to be inspired from British music culture. So I try to show a more free and bold side of me.

Q : You also attend the Chanel 2024/25 Cruise Show last May in Marseille.

A : It was the first fashion show of my life! (laughs). The collection was presented against the backdrop of the historic building "Cite Radiuse", and the atmosphere was much brighter than I expected. I laughed and enjoyed the show with the Chanel's ambassadors gathered in one place. These were scene that provided great visual stimulation.

Q : How was your time away from the show and around Marseille?

A : It drizzled for all three days I stayed in Marseille, but the weather turned sunny by the time I left. It was a shame, but they say it doesn't rain often in that neighborhood. (I thought that) "I was so lucky to be able to see the rainy scenery here!" (laughs). It was nice to be able to look at the sea of Marseille from time to time. Although the trip purpose was for work, I felt like I was traveling.

Q : Traveling is also a time to reminisce about your daily life. Moments you encountered in unfamiliar places can have an impact on your life later.

A : Right. Even if you leave your hometown for a little bit, there is something new you can feel. Traveling makes me realize that I'm a very small being in such a big world and gives me a broad mind that doesn't dwell on trivial things. Your field of vision expands. If I do that, I think I will be able to express myself more richly and boldly when acting.

Q : In each work, you'll portray a new character. What emotion do you usually feel when meet a new character for the first time?

A : To me, they are all attractive characters, so I feel a deep affection for them. However, I still felt worried when I meet a character who is very different from personality. For example, Huisoo in <Moving> was a perfect fit for me, but Buyeon in <Alchemy of Souls : Light and Shadow> wasn't, which kind of bothered me. I felt that my personality wasn't as lovely as Buyeon's. I did a lot of research on how to best highlight the amplification with my own expression. I went through the process of examining the script three-dimensionaly to understanding her words and actions.

Q : If you can understand a character who is far from your personality, It seems like you'll also be able to understand others more in daily life. What do you think?

A : Yes. There is no one like me in this world, so even if I don't understand someone's actions, I tend to think, "It can be that way". I think hating others ultimately depends on my heart. When I communicate with a variety of people, I find that even the parts that don't match me are endearing. I often have the amazing experience of understanding things with my heart that I couldn't understand with my head.

Q : Sounds like you spent more energy on love than hate

A : My mom said this not long ago, "You're like a mess that's all tangled up. That's both your weakness and your strength." If I had tighter networks, I would be able to understand others more delicately and empathize deeply with them. But, on the other hand, I think I can live comfortably because the hole is big. I will try to make this advantage manifest in the field well.

Q : Is there anything about your personality that helps you when acting?

A : I have a good observation skills. When I majored in art, even if I couldn't draw an object beautifully, I was confident that I could accurately describe it as it was. That also helped with acting. I look closely at people who resemble my character and then incorporate their characteristics into my acting.

Q : Perhaps thanks to this, the lineup of characters you portrayed is diverse. You have broadened your acting skill by crossing genres and eras.

A : Looking back, I met quite a variety of characters. Naturally, I developed a thirst for new acting skills. If the gap between characters is large, it can be easier to express. If I take on a character with the same occupation as a role I played before, it may be difficult because then I have to create differences between the two of them.

Q : It might be possible. If one actor play a similar characters, it could be easy for the expression to be similar. How are you going to resolve the issue?

A : I try to immerse myself in the work while firmly believing that I am that character in that world. I think only then I can approach the viewers as that character. I think it's important for an actor to be confident first.

Q : I'm also curious about how you deal with the gap between works. Are you good at letting go of the lingering memories of your previous work?

A : Of course it's not easy to say goodbye to a work you have poured so much love into. It's good to fully feel the lingering emotions, but I think it'll be difficult if those feelings persist. I remember something what a fellow actor said, "Just as we forget love with love, we also have to forget work with work. I think I'll miss you guys a lot for a while." There are times when memories of my previous work suddenly come to me.

Q : How do you keep those precious moments?

A : Among the monitor videos sent by my manager, I save my favorite scenes on my phone. It contains the reactions of people surrounding the monitor and the director's voice shouting, "Okay, cut!". When I see myself changing with each work, I feel proud and think, "I've worked hard." (laughs)

Q : Now that 5 years have passed since your debut, how do you feel heading to the site?

A : I still feel nervous and excited. At the beginning of my debut, there was a lot of tension. Since I had to take responsibility for taking a part in a work, I was busy taking care of only myself. If back then it was as hazy as fog, now things are a little clearer before my eyes. As I gained more experience, I started to have more time and began to see my surroundings. It was interesting to see the scenes in action. I also become friends with staff member of similar age groups. (laughs). The thought that 'this set will be as fun as expected and there will be joy beyond the hardship' is becoming more and more firm.

Q : Do you have expectation on how fun it will be?

A : Yes (laughs). I think my strength is that I work like I'm having fun. I hope that this joy will never be lost in the future. I think I will fear the moment when the thought that "Are you no longer having fun?" come.

Q : You said, "I like a new stimulation and changes since I started acting." What is happening to you as you welcome a whole new things?

A : I learn to look at myself as objectively as possible. I can coolly evaluate, reflect on, and accept myself. I feel like I have become a better person through this process.

Q : What does Go Younjung think a good person should have?

A : A good person... you need to know how to love yourself first. I think only then can I love someone. I believe that caring for yourself creates respect and consideration for others, and it further helps you realize how to be loved.

Q : There are many people who love actress Go Younjung. How does that love feel to you?

A : I feel the weight of every word my fans say. When I read letters containing things like, "I want you to wear a police uniform" and "I'm also curious about how you act as a teacher" I think, 'There's a lot work left to do'. This is the driving force that drives me forward as an actress. If one day I actually take on the role written in their letter, at least one person who conveyed that wish see the work.

Q : Actor is a job that requires demand and choice. You might feel anxious or impatient, but after looking at actress Go Younjung's past interviews, it doesn't seems like that.

A : I think it's because I don't regret or blame myself for the past. I tend to pat myself on the back and say, "I did my best as the person I was at the time". I believe that if I see and feel something else with this mindset, I will have grown more today than I did yesterday. I want to spend every day meaningfully and happily and welcome tomorrow with new works.

Q : I look forward to the day, ahead. Lastly, I would like to you, what is your favorite summer memory?

A : I devoted my times for a whole year from summer to summer three years ago during <Moving> filming. When I had time to rest, I had fun with the actors and setting off fireworks at the beach in front of the hotel. A cool breeze blew often, and I felt even more refreshed after finishing filming. Then we read the script again and again, and when we got hungry, we would asked "Should we go eat something?". We were walking around. It was like a summer vacation, a memory that resembled my youth.

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crowdvscritic · 10 months ago

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round up // NOVEMBER 23 + DECEMBER 23 + JANUARY 24: CROWD vs. CRITIC vs. CHRISTMAS!

November and December push me to the limit—how many movies can I fit in before the end of the calendar year? In 2023 (plus a few bonus days), the answer was more than 130 new releases. And who wants to skip all of their favorite Christmas movies? Because I extend my holiday viewing into January, I fit in almost 90 this year, adding a few more to my all-time must-watch list. Once the Oscar noms were announced, I was already back to my usual shenanigans and had watched my 400th unique movie on Turner Classic Movies. Whether these statistics are cool or pathetic (erm, don’t tell me), I’m grateful for the slowness of Dump-uary and the depth that comes with thinking about the same Oscar-nominated films for several weeks. (Too bad we need to revisit Melissa Villaseñor’s Oscars snub song from SNL.)

To help sum up these three packed months, I’m resurrecting Crowd vs. Critic vs. Christmas: five crowd-pleasers, five critic picks, and five Christmas treats. Who says you can’t make these holiday recommendations part of your February entertainment?

Holiday Crowd-Pleasers

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1. SNL Round Up

Studio 8H is making up for lost time after those strikes:

“Question Quest” (4906 with Emma Stone)

“Beep Beep” (4907 with Adam Driver) - #SoMidwest

“Weekend Update: Chloe Fineman’s Save the Last Dance Holiday Gift” (4907)

“Tiny A** Bag” (4907)

“Christmas Awards Cold Open” (4908 with Kate McKinnon)

"North Pole News: Killer Whale Attack” (4908)

“ABBA Christmas” (4908)

“Yankee Swap” (4908)

“Please Don't Destroy - Roast” (4910 with Dakota Johnson) - As one who still has yet to understand the appeal of the PDD guys, this resonated with me

“The Barry Gibb Talk Show: 2024 Election” (4910)

“Weekend Update: A Guy Named Ethan on the 2024 Oscars Snubs” (4910) - I am...probably only a few years away from turning into Ethan?

2. Triple Feature - Big City Crime Thrillers: No Way Out (1987) + Cop Land (1997) + Widows (2018)

The stars aligned on all of these! In No Way Out (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10), Kevin Costner is assigned to investigate the murder of his secret lover (Sean Young) in Washington D.C. The twist? The person who assigned him the case was also her lover, Secretary of Defense Gene Hackman. In Cop Land (9/10 // 7.5/10), Sylvester Stallone sheriffs a New Jersey town that houses a corrupt batch of New York City cops (including Harvey Keitel, Ray Liotta, and Robert Patrick) that Robert De Niro is investigating. In Widows (8.5/10 // 8.5/10), Viola Davis, Elizabeth Debicki, Cynthia Erivo, and Michelle Rodriguez are completing the heist that killed their husbands (including Liam Neeson) in a corrupt Chicago run by Robert Duvall, Colin Farrell, Brian Tyree Henry, and Daniel Kaluuya. All are twisty, gritty, and thrilling.

3. Godzilla Minus One (2023)

Oh no, there goes Tokyo—but at least it’s going to a spectacle as fun and well-crafted as this one. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

4. Double Feature - ‘90s Matt Damon Dramas: School Ties (1992) + The Rainmaker (1997)

Because Matt Damon has always been good! Though he’s not always been the good guy: In School Ties (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), Brendan Fraser must hide his Jewish identity to survive at a prep school in the ‘50s, and bullies like Damon are who he’s most afraid of. In The Rainmaker (9/10 // 8.5/10), Damon is the good guy as a baby-faced lawyer who wants to protect Claire Danes, Teresa Wright, and Mary Kay Place from villains like slick lawyer Jon Voight. Here’s hoping Damon has another coming-of-age movie (as a teacher) and legal thriller in his future.

5. The Jerk (1979)

Not every moment of this movie would fly if made today, but Steve Martin’s episodic adventures in his first journey away from home gave me some of my biggest laughs in months. Crowd: 9.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

More Holiday Crowd-Pleasers: Three Men and a Little Lady (1990) reminds us how much fun it is to let three charismatic movie stars (Ted Danson, Steve Guttenberg, and Tom Selleck) cook // The Mrs. Doubtfire National Tour is fluffy fun // Maggie Moore(s) (2023) is a true crime story that makes me wish Tina Fey and Jon Hamm could become the new Myrna Loy and William Powell // Quiz Lady (2023) lets Will Ferrell live out his Alex Trebek dreams // John Mulaney in Concert Tour is making me count down till his next special is released to get memes about his grandfather, his bus driver, and his son // Reacher Season 2 is the perfect action show to watch with my dad // I’m not sure if Man of the Year (2006) was prescient about the future of politics or if it just understood human nature well enough to anticipate the populist movement and election fraud conversations we’re having today, but this Robin-Williams-as-Jon-Stewart comedy is underrated // The real-world implications of V for Vendetta (2005) are…confusing, but this literary-inspired adventure is still thrilling // Desperado (1995) is an over-the-top, shoot-'em-up Western

Holiday Critic Picks

1. The Best of 2023

2023: a year of products, greed, put-upon employees, and artificial intelligence—and not just in the actors’ and writers’ strikes! It was also a great year for movies, which is why I couldn’t narrow down my list to just 10. Read my top 10 picks for 2023 movies, as well as 28 honorable mentions at ZekeFilm, and then check out the accompanying list on Letterboxd.

I also dug deeper into some of the films mentioned in my Best of 2023 in these reviews:

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes - ZekeFilm review

Maestro - ZekeFilm review

Priscilla - ZekeFilm review, KMOV review, Do You Like Apples discussion, updated Letterboxd Sofia Coppola rankings

2. Double Feature - New Baseball Documentaries: It Ain’t Over (2022) + The League (2023)

I am not a Yankees fan, so who would have guessed that the Yogi Berra documentary It Ain’t Over (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10) would make me cry? And my baseball history knowledge always has room for improvement, so The League (8/10 // 9/10) is a phenomenal fix to many of my blind spots. Both are now inducted in my Baseball Movie Hall of Fame.

3. Triple Billing - Come From Away + Tina: The Tina Turner Musical + Funny Girl National Tours

Looking for a true story turned into an excellent musical? Try Come From Away, which captures the chaos of flights rerouted on 9/11 with the pathos you expect (and the comedy you don’t). Or try Tina: The Tina Turner Musical, which is one of the best—if not the best—jukebox musical I’ve seen because the songs are integrated into the story instead of just as a musical revue of a a well-known career. Or catch Funny Girl, which captures comedienne Fanny Brice’s life with the help of a powerhouse singer channeling Barbra Streisand’s powers. Better yet, I recommend not skipping any of them when they come to town if you can swing it.

4. Happiness Falls by Angie Kim (2023)

What do you do when your dad goes missing in the middle of a global pandemic and the only one who was with him when he disappeared is your non-verbal brother? That’s the central mystery of Angie Kim’s latest novel. Instead of an edge-of-your-seat-thriller, it’s a story that propels us forward with the questions that plague its characters.

5. Hollywood Victory: The Movies, Stars, and Stories of World War II by Christian Blauvelt (2021)

The Turner Classic Movies Library has yet to miss. Hollywood Victory doesn’t just provide an in-depth overview of Hollywood from 1933 to 1945. It’s an exploration of Hollywood’s inextricable relationship with American politics, its contributions that helped the Allies win the war, and a unusual but informative lens of movies and the war itself. It’s also a long set of additions to my watchlist—of the 260+ films referenced, I’ve only seen a quarter. Thank goodness for TCM and a DVR with unlimited space!

More Holiday Critic Picks: American Symphony, Chevalier, Fallen Leaves, Freud’s Last Session, and Master Gardener were all films in consideration for my Best of 2023 // Wes Anderson’s Roald Dahl short film adaptations Poison, The Rat Catcher, The Swan, and The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (2023) are bite-sized, beautifully manicured delights // Debbie Reynolds paves the way the way for Kathy Bates’s Titanic role with her charismatic starring piece in the musical The Unsinkable Molly Brown (1964) // Barbara Stanwyck is wonderful as always in the melodrama All I Desire (1953) // Hail the Conquering Hero (1944) is filled with some of Preston Sturges’s most fun mixups and hijinks

Holiday Treats

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1. Ken The EP by Ryan Gosling and Mark Ronson

I don’t care if these are barely Christmas songs—let’s give Ryan Gosling seasonal updates of “I’m Just Ken” for all of 2024!

2. Mixed Nuts (1994)

Hot take: Steve Martin has not been in enough rom-coms. A kookier—but nonetheless delightful—brand of Nora Ephron stars Martin and Rita Wilson as co-workers at a crisis hotline who are clearly meant for each other. If only they—and Madeline Kahn, Juliette Lewis, Adam Sandler, Liev Schreiber, and Garry Shandling— could get out of their own way. Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

3. Fitzwilly (1967)

Christmas Ocean’s Eleven! Dick Van Dyke is as charming as ever and the vibes are as ‘60s as ever as he tries to pull off a heist at Gimbels on Christmas Eve. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

4. Metropolitan (1990)

Before Chris Eigeman was Jason Stiles on Gilmore Girls, he was essentially playing the same character in Whit Stillman’s comedy riff on The Great Gatsby. A young, bougie group is attempting to survive debutante season (also the Christmas season), debating the pros and cons of wealth and falling in and out of romance. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

5. The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek (1944)

Hollywood Victory informed me I’m not the only who can’t believe this was allowed to play for audiences in 1944! Betty Hutton marries a soldier on a whim, but the next morning she can’t remember which one. Her BFF with an unrequited crush (Eddie Bracken) is the only one who can help her figure out who her husband—and the father of her child—is before the scandal gets out and destroys her reputation. Because this is a Preston Sturges feature, it’s actually a hilarious quest. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

More Christmas Treats: Klaus (2019) is a hidden gem on Netflix // Okay, the ick factor in Susan Slept Here (1954) is real, but Dick Powell and Debbie Reynolds are just so darn charming! // 8-Bit Christmas (2021) is a better-than-it-needed-to-be update of A Christmas Story featuring a Nintendo instead of a BB gun // How did I never see Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992) all the way through before this year? Once I realized I’d missed some scenes in my umpteen cable watches over the years, it shot up on my John Hughes rankings // Pocketful of Miracles (1961) is a delightful Cinderella tale that proves Bette Davis always had it

Also this Holiday Season…

I reviewed even more new movies, including Next Goal Wins (ZekeFilm), The Marvels (KMOV), and the new Mean Girls musical (ZekeFilm)

The St. Louis Film Critics Association nominated and voted on our Best of 2023 films. You can see every winner and every film we nominated on Letterboxd, and you can read my summary of how I voted here on Crowd vs. Critic. Keep scrolling if you’re on the home page to my last post, or read it here.

Photo credits: Funny Girl, Happiness Falls, Hollywood Victory. All others IMDb.com.

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hippynzspeaks · 10 months ago

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Candidate Cycle Infrastructure Summery Hamilton East By-Election 2024

I asked the candidates in the 2024 Hamilton East by-election if they supported cycling infrastructure. I got answers from seven candidates, Anna Smart, Jose Gonzalez, Marie-Claire Lepina, Jack Geilen, Leo Liu, Michael West, John McDonald. I did not get replies from Richard Brister, Horiana Henderson, Tim Macindoe, Jenny Nand, Jono Ng, Roger Stratford, Tony Tang, Tania Temoni-Syme, Aksel Danger Bech.

I was surprised Tim Macindoe did not reply, but he is an ex National Party MP and their hatred for cyclists and cycle infrastructure spending is very clear considering they stopped funding for hundreds of cycling infrastructure projects they last government already agreed to fund. These ones that did not reply are against cycling and cycling infrastructure as can be seen by the campaign information or the fact they have avoided mentioning it, this is likely why they did not reply to me. It is disappointing that they run as a candidate claiming to be there for the people of Hamilton but do not care in the slightest about the safety of cyclist or even pedestrians.

Anna Smart, Marie-Claire Lepina Jose Gonzalez and Jack Geilen are in favour of Cycling infrastructure in any basically any form. Anna and Jose are both very in favour of fully off-road cycle lanes where ever they fit as a preference which is a good thing and my favourite form of cycle lane when thinking of safety. Reality is we will still need painted on road ones on older roads to remind car drivers they are supposed to be sharing the road with cyclists.

Jose pointed out how little was spent on cycling infrastructure in the past compared to other roading and car focused safety measures just to keep incompetent and dangerous drivers safe because they can not bother following road rules. Jose also pointed out how money is badly spent by our current and past councils by not connecting the good cycle infrastructures together to make them more usable.

Some candidates like Leo Liu, Micheal West even went so far as to make up lies about the costs of putting in this infrastructure. Leo Liu’s lies were the worst. He claimed, using made up figures, that cycling infrastructure cost more than roading just for cars. He claims, even though facts say otherwise, that painted cycle lanes cost $12,000 per meter while car lanes three times as wide cost only $50,000 per meter per lane. This is a complete lie as cycle lanes cost less than $125 per meter if it is a protected lane, less than $25 for painted ones.

The anti-cycling candidates constantly tried to put the safety issue onto cyclist and blame them for cars hitting them or for accidents actually caused by cars. Studies world wide have shown car drivers break road rules 66.9% of the time compared to cyclist tiny 4.2% of the time. John McDonald supported slowing cyclists down and giving no protection (much like the rest of the anti-cycling candidates) while speeding up traffic. These candidates also supported higher road speeds in areas where speeds have been slowed for the purpose of increasing pedestrian safety. These same candidates also supported removing pedestrian crossing points on busy roads to stop pedestrians crossing.

It is clear that candidates Leo Liu, Michael West, John McDonald are against safer cycling and the infrastructure that would assist this while supporting making streets more dangerous by increasing speed limits for cars. These candidates do not believe all people should have the same rights and freedoms if you do not own a car, those are the freedom to leave your, the freedom to free movement around our city and the freedom to access recreational facilities. On top of recreational cyclists and those that choose to commute by cycling, there are many people that do not choose not to drive or have no choice and are not able to drive and these candidates believe they should not be allowed safe freedom of movement.

#cycling #election #by-election #biking

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spoilertv · 10 months ago

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steele-soulmate · 2 years ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 28, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 10/1811/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2928

I woke up the next morning to skin on skin with my soulmate, my body still tucked into his nightshirt. I was feeling better than I had the night before, but Peter had his arms wrapped snuggly around me, making escape almost impossible without having to wake him up. So instead, I just rested against him and distracted myself by thinking about our future.

I knew that he had already began making plans for our new house, judging on how he wanted to involve me in planning, so I decided that we could sit down and do some planning today. I wondered if he wouldn’t mind me taking control over the cosmetics and pretty little things while he got the other stuff like plumbing and electricals.

Did Peter want me to change my last name after we were married? I wondered if Peter Steele was his real name or if it was just a pseudonym. Did I want to go by Mary Claire Bradley, Mary Claire Steele or a combination of the two?

I knew I wanted kids, but not at once- I wanted my body to have time to heal from little girl, but I didn’t know if Peter would want to wait a year and a half, two years tops for me to be ready. And I wondered if he wanted a little boy with my wild red curls and his green eyes or a little girl with his dark hair and my blue eyes. I’ve always seen myself as a mother to at least two kids, but now that I was a surrogate, I wasn’t so sure about how many I wanted. I also knew that I didn’t want a large brood of ten kids- growing up with seven older brothers and two younger sisters had been a hectic adventure, one that I didn’t want to pass down the family tree if I could help it.

“Sweetheart, what are you thinking about?” Peter mumbled sleepily, rolling over with me in his arms still. “I can practically hear your brain buzzing at a million miles an hour.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, placing a good morning kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I wish I could turn it all off, but I can’t.”

“Are you alright? Do you need anything? Is little girl okay?” His green eyes looked at me with worry, seemingly settling down when a little foot kicked the two of us. “Good morning in there, little girl. I trust you slept well?”

PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK KICK PUNCH

Peter chuckled before turning to me and asking, “And how did you sleep last night, sweetheart?”

“Really good, despite having a nasty panic attack yesterday,” I answered. “I think sleeping inside your shirt works wonders for me.”

He chuckled once more, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah?” he murmured gently, kissing me gently.

“Yeah.” I hummed quietly. “But listen, I’ve been thinking-”

“Uh oh.” I saw genuine fear cross over into Peter’s eyes.

“No, not ‘uh oh’ more like thinking about our future,” I giggled. “Like, how many kids do you want? Come on, give me a number.”

“At least three,” he answered. “Why, how many kids do you want?”

“At least two,” I answered. “Wait, do you mean you want three kids of your own or are you okay with little girl and two Steele babies?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you decided to call it quits after two of my own,” he answered. “But honestly? I fucking love kids- always have, always will. My first niece was born when I was about four or five.”

“Wait, how old are your sisters again?” I squawked.

“My sisters are all about two years apart,” he explained patiently. “Annette, Barbara, Patricia, Pamela with Cathy being eight years older than me.”

“Wow,” I blinked. “Your poor father.”

“Dad was in his forties when I was born,” he shrugged. “My childhood nickname was ‘Oopies’.”

“That’s mean,” I sniggered.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, the rumbles from his chest making me giggle.

“How long do you want to wait before trying?” I asked.

His eyes glinted with excitement and I felt him beginning to get hard.

“Calm down there now, cowboy,” I clucked. “I would ideally like to wait until after my body is finished healing from little girl.”

“Okay,” he hummed, bringing me down for a kiss. “How long do you want to wait?”

“Like a year and a half, two years, tops,” I answered automatically. “Mom had my brothers practically back to back.”

“Wow,” he whistled.

“Yeah, she was in a cult like church with her first husband- the boys’ father,” I explained. “She never really talked about it much, but from what I understand, she left the church after her then husband died.”

“Oh.” Peter quickly changed the subject. “What else is on your mind sweetheart?” He reached up and tucked my red curls back behind my ear.

“Do you want me to change my name?” I blurted out.

“What?” It was his turn to blink. “I’m sorry sweetheart, come again?”

“Do you want me to go by Mary Claire Bradley, Mary Claire Steele or a mixture of our last names?” I brought the question on my mind to life.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he chuckled before sighing. “Peter Thomas Ratajczyk.”

“What?” I dumbly asked, leaning my elbows on his chest to be a bit higher than he was.

“My legal name is Peter Thomas Ratajczyk,” he repeated himself, chuckling at my face. “My father is from Poland originally and my mother’s nationality is French.”

“Oh.” I squeaked as he flipped us so that he was now the one hovering over me. “Do you speak Polish or French?”

“Nah,” was his answer before he maneuvered himself out of his shirt, leaving me wearing it. “I’ll be back in a minute, alright, sweetheart?”

With no shirt on, I’m treated to a view of his deliciously large body, thick muscle covering him, and various ink and soulmarks cover all of that. I got lost in it for a moment, I wanted to reach out and trace my hands over the soulmarks on his shoulders and the ones that slide down his arms and over his hands. He’s beautiful, in every sense of the word.

I nodded, watching as he left my bedroom, his back bearing my winged soulmark. I sighed happily as I flopped back into my pile of pillows and began to absentmindedly massage my aching tit. I hissed in pain as my tit leaked milk and I scrambled out of Peter’s shirt to try and save it from needing to be washed.

“Sweetheart?”

Peter was at my side in a fraction of a second, his face full of worry.

“My tits are leaking,” I grumbled. “I HATE being pregnant.”

“Can I-” he started to offer, his eyes lighting up as I yanked his face to my tit.

“All yours,” I chuckled, gasping softly as he began to feed ravenously.

My toes curled, my back arched, sounds spilled out of my mouth as he worked his fingers underneath my underwear. I folded my fingers into his sleep tangled hair and anchored him to me, wrapping my legs around his waist and locking my ankles in the small of his back.

I came with a moan, tossing my head back as my orgasm shattered my body. Peter worked me through my release, gently overstimulating me until I was twitching and whining.

“Easy now sweetheart, fuck, you’re so good to me,” he gently murmured, leaving a cluster of loving kisses on my tit. “Would you like me to do the other?” I nodded, unable to speak, causing him to give out a little laugh before resuming to feeding from me.

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker…” I gasped as he began to press on my little love button, the pressure making the coil in my stomach burst into oblivion. A loud, keening moan left my mouth before I went limp, sagging into the throne of pillows that were supporting me.

Peter sat up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. I whined as he stood and slipped his arms underneath me before carrying me from my bedroom. I curled into him, cooing as he entered the bathroom. He sat me down onto the toilet and worked on filling the tub with warm water, throwing in a bubble bomb before stripping me of his shirt and my underwear.

Little girl began kicking once I was in the water. I placed my hands over my stomach and began to hum a soft lullaby while Peter knelt next to the tub and tied my hair up and back out of my face.

“Which one’s yours?” he asked me softly, kissing the mermaid behind my ear as his hand hovered over three washcloths- one green, one purple and one pink.

“The green one,” I slurred. He smiled as he opened it up and dipped it into the water, lathering it up with bubbles before beginning to gently scrub at my skin, leaving loving kisses every so often.

“Green is my favorite color,” he reminded me, working on my back.

“Are you in Slytherin?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m sorry, what?” he blinked as I perked up a bit.

“Slytherin, the ambitious and resourceful house of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” I told him. “My parents and all seven brothers are Slytherins, while my sisters and I are Gryffindors.”

“No idea what they are,” he chuckled.

“You’ve never seen Harry Potter?” I asked. “Well, I now know what we’re doing today.”

~xoXox~

“Good luck… Harry Potter.”

I squeaked with excitement as Peter reached out and took my hand into his, gently drawing me in between his knees. I reclined back into his chest, cooing softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Little girl then kicked at my soulmate’s hand, as though saying I’m here! Pay attention to me!

Before I knew it, Dumbledore had awarded Gryffindor the house cup and the final credits were rolling. I stood and was dragged back into Peter’s lap.

“What are you doing?” he whined.

“Peter, I need to get started on the bread for faire this weekend,” I told him with a huff. “Also, are you hungry? I was going to crisp up some chicken for lunch.”

He let me go at “chicken” but still followed me into the kitchen, where I pointed to the island with my lips for him to seat himself. I began to bustle about, getting flour and Panko mix out of the cupboard and the chicken from the freezer.

“Sammi says my chicken is better than KFC,” I told my soulmate with a wolfish grin. “I’d don’t really eat out much, I don’t like to put unhealthy food in my body. Every once in a while, sure! But not like every single night. Diabetes and heart problems run on my daddy’s side of the family, and I am not going to make myself sick.”

“Plus, you have little girl,” he added, leaning across the counter and folding his hands together.

“Yeah,” I smiled, leaning up against the fridge as I folded my hands onto my belly. “Exactly.”

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH KICK

“Remind again me how far along you are?” he asked, gazing at me with hearts practically swimming in his eyes.

“About twenty seven and a half weeks along,” I smiled. “Do you want a mini Peter or a mini Mary Claire?”

“A little girl,” he answered almost automatically. “I grew up in an all-girl family, I’m most comfortable around the ladies.”

“It doesn’t matter either way for me,” I answered. “But I’d absolutely love a little boy with your hair and my eyes.”

“My hair isn’t naturally black,” he chuckled, taking his phone out of his back pocket. He handed me his phone and I cooed at the boy in the picture.

“You are so fucking adorable!” I squealed, handing the phone back to him. “Wait here.” I grabbed four thick textbook-like books and opened them to the back, where there were a bunch of photos stuffed in envelopes. I fingered through them before pausing and pulling out a few pictures and handing them to him.

“Wow,” he breathed as he looked at me in my cheer uniform. I stood with my feet shoulder length apart and my fists on my hips. I wore a beaming smile on my face and pompoms were in my hands. “Do you still have the uniform?”

“Sure do,” I grinned. “Why, do you want to see it?”

“I want to see you in it,” he growled. “And then I want to undress you myself.”

I promptly turned bright pink as I busied myself with dumping a bag of French fries onto a pan.

“How hungry are you?” I mumbled, avoiding his emerald green eyes.

“Starving.” I squeaked nervously at how deep his voice had gotten as I set the time on the stove for twenty five minutes. “Sweetheart?”

“Peter, I know you want to have sex with me, but…” I trailed off as I plugged in the bread machine and started to measure out the dry ingredients to pour in. “I’m just not comfortable or ready yet for sexual penetration. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck sweetheart, don’t be.” Peter sighed and pushed the yearbooks and photos aside before grabbing me by the hips and hoisting me up onto the counter. “Please accept my apology- I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, truly.”

I hummed out my forgiveness as I sank into his chest.

“How many one night stands have you had?” I asked quietly.

“Sweetheart.” He took a deep intake of breath before reaching up to cup at my cheek. “I don’t know.”

“Honestly?” I quirked up an eyebrow at his answer.

“Honestly.” He bowed his head, all of a sudden unable to meet my eyes. “When I was using, I would have anywhere upwards of four girls in my hotel room in a single day.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at his confession.

“Are you clean?” I squeaked, not moving into or away from his touch.

“Yes,” he breathed, connecting our foreheads together. “Yes, I am clean sweetheart.”

“I believe you,” I murmured. “I believe you.” I closed my eyes and we sat there in silence, our heartbeats the only sound that could be heard.

THUD THUMP

“Are you ready for Chamber of Secrets?” I asked after a few minutes had passed. His answer was a sweet kiss pressed to my lips.

“Where has this franchise been my entire life?” he chuckled as he scooped me up and carried me back out to the couch.

“The books are better,” I told him. “J.K. Rowling is a genius with words.”

“There are books?” His eyes bugged out.

“Yup,” I answered as I located Chamber of Secrets. “For the book releases, Barnes and Nobels would have a midnight extravaganza- snacks, games, costume contest, the whole nine yards. Then at the stroke of midnight, the books would be available to purchase. Those were the good old days.”

“Sounds like you had fun as a kid.” He looked horrified at his words.

“Honestly, my up bringing wasn’t all that bad, aside from mom behaving like a grade A bitch most the time,” I snorted. “She says she has anxiety- I say she has a major case of bitchingitis.”

I slipped the DVD into the disk player and retreated back to the couch for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

~xoXox~

I handed Peter a plate with fried breaded chicken and French fries and a bottle of Coca Cola before reseating myself next to him.

“Sammi is right,” he hummed around a mouthful of chicken. “This is better than KFC.”

I beamed at the compliment and the two of us just sat there watching as Harry and Ron pushing Lockheart down into the chamber before following.

“There’s more in the kitchen if you’re still hungry,” I told him, popping a fry into my mouth.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he mumbled through a full mouth. “You cook, you bake… fucl it all, you’re perfect.” I couldn’t help the eyeroll that snuck out of me. “But I know what you’re going to say sweetheart. You are truly perfect in my eyes. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says- you are perfect to me and me alone. I love you, sweetheart.”

I squeaked quietly, setting my now empty plate aside before curling into his chest.

“I love you too,” I murmured softly, letting him lift my chin and place a fierce kiss to my lips.

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Movies I watched in February

fyi, I have zero knowledge on how to professionally rate or review a movie. I am not gonna pay attention to every little detail. these rating are simply based on how much I enjoyed/liked the movie

Follow me

Unhinged

In Time

Avengers Age of Ultron

Songbird

Star Trek

Step up all in

Project Almanac

Ant Man

Space Sweepers

Christiane F.

Jurassic World

Jurassic World the fallen kingdom

1. follow me

A social media personality travels with his friends to Moskow to capture new content for his successful vlog. Always pushing the limits and catering to a growing audience, they enter a cold world of mystery, excess, and danger.

starring: Keegan Allen, Holland Roden, Denzel Whitaker, Ronen Rubenstein, Pasha D. Lchnikoff

the end was very predictable and i pretty much already knew halfway through the movie what was gonna happen. but it still was quite thrilling and I did enjoy watching it

6.5/10

2. unhinged

After a confrontation with an unstable man at an intersection, a woman becomes becomes the target of his rage.

starring: Russel Crowe, Caren Pistorius, Gabriel Batemen

hm idk, I didn’t really like it, my sister didn’t really like it but my mom did, I think. it just seemed so, no overdramatic but just too much in a way

3/10

3. in time

In a future where people stop aging after 25 and need to buy time to live, the rich become immortal while others cease to exist. So, Will is on the run with a hostage in a desperate bid to survive.

starring: Justin Timberlake, Amanda Seyfried, Cillian Murphy, Olivia Wilde, Alex Pettyfer

yes, such a good movie. Ireally like the concept. can recommend

7/10

4. avengers age of ultron

When Tony Stark and Bruce Banner try to jump-start a dormant peacekeeping program called Ultron, things go horribly wrong and it’s up to Earth’s mightiest heroes to stop the villanious Ultron from enacting his terrible plan.

starring: Robert Downy Jr., Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johanson, Jeremy Renner, Elizabeth Olsen, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Paul Bettany

hell yes, one of my favourite marvel movies. Wanda and Pietro.. Hawkeye.. all the little jokes throughout the entire movie and of course the scene where everyone tries to lift thor’s hammer, what’s not to love about this movie

10/10

5. songbird

In 2024 a pandemic ravages the world and it’s cities. Centering a handful of people as they naviagete the obstacles currently hindering society: disease, marital law, quarantine, and vigilantes.

starring: K.J. Apa, Sofia Carson, Demi Moore, Bradley Whitford, Peter Stromare, Alexandra Daddario, Craig Robinson

I really enjoyed watching this. yeah sure, the ending was obvious but I was still glued to the screen. I also felt super weird watching this, kinda surreal because we are basically living a more harmless version of this rn. I really liked seeing sofia carson in such a movie, I’ve only seen her in the descendants so this was a bit of a change haha. I’m not that big of a fan of kj but he was great as well and i really loved his characters style.

7/10

6. star trek

The brash James T. Kirk tries to live up to his father’s legacy with Mr. Spock keeping him in check as a vengeful Romulan from the future creates black holes to destroy the Federation one planet at a time.

starring: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Leonard Nimoy, Carl Urban, Eric Bana, Bruce Greenwood, Zoe Zaldana, Simon Pegg, John Cho, Anton Yelchin

I put it on because I wanted to have some background noise while playing sims but I ended up playing like 20 minutes and then just watching the movie haha I forgot how good it was, and the others as well, aaand I totally forgot carl urban was in it, so that was a little surprise. anyways, can recommend watching them if you’re into sci-fi action movies but at the same time, if you’re into that I’m pretty sure you’ve already watched them.

7.5/10

bonus: I also watched star trek beyond the other day but this time I was barely paying attention so I can't really say too much, but it's also quite good👍🏻

7. step up all in

All-stars from the previous Step up installments come together in glittering Las Vegas, battling for a victory that could define their dreams and their careers.

starring: Ryan Guzman, Briana Evigan, Adam Sevani, Misha Gabriel Hamilton, Sephen Stevo Jones, David Schreibman, Mari Koda, Alyson Stoner, Izabella Miko

definetly one of my favourite dance movies. highly recommend it!! I’d like it more without the romancde but it’s fine, I guess, I can live with it haha and the last performance... wow just wow that’s all I can say to that. y’all go watch it

9/10

8. project almanac

A group of teens discover secret plans of a time machine, and construct one. However, things start to get out of control.

starring: Jonny Weston, Sofia Black-D’Elia, Sam Lerner, Allen Evangelista, Virginia Gardner

okay... I did enjoy watching it! the beginning was a little slow imo but then it just got more and more intense which was kinda nice. god, at some point the main guy kept making the wrong decisions and that was very frustrating to watch. the ending was alright, spoiler ahead (I guess) I would have liked the ending more if it was the exact same as the beginning, meaning that the movie is just one big time loop and the events from the movie were about to repeat themselves. but that's just my opinion🤷🏻‍♀️

6.5/10

9. ant man

Armed with a super-suit with the astonishing ability to shrink in scale but increase in strength, cat burglar Scott Lang must embrace his inner hero and help his Mentor Dr. Pym, plan and pull off a heist that will save the world.

starring: Paul Rudd, Michael Douglas, Evangeline Lilly, Corey Stoll, Michael Pena, Bobby Cannavale, David Dastmalchian, T.I.

another one of my favorite mcu movies. it's just fun and easy and doesn't have a lot of pain in it. the giant ant it's my favorite part haha I want it as a pet

9/10

10. space sweepers

Set in the year 2092 and follows the crew of a space junk collector ship called The Victory. When they discover a humanoid robot named Dorothy that's known to be a weapon of mass destruction, they get involved in a risky business deal.

starring: Song Joong-Kim, Kim Tae-ri, Seon-kyu Jin, Hyang-gi Kim, Richard Armitage, Ye-Rin Park

I really loved this movie. I cried like 6 times haha, which came unexpected. (or maybe it's because I'm suppose to get my period any day now) I did not think I was going to enjoy this movie as much as I did, at all. it was fun, it was exciting, it was sad (even my dad said that) the plot was good, the visual effects were amazing, it did feel like I was watching this movie for like 5 hours but not in a bad way and I am now kinda emotionally attached to the characters haha (I might do a rewatch). another thing I really liked was the language/synchronization. in the original version they speak mostly korean and english but also some other languages and it's the same in the synchronizations. the dialogue of the main characters is in the language you pick but every other character (I guess) is a different language and I absolutely love that. I highly recommend watching this!!

also, its was super weird seeing Richard Armitage not as a dwarf hahaha

10/10

11. christiane f.

A teen girl in 1970's Berlin becomes addicted to heroin. Everything in her life slowly begins to distort and disappear as she befriends a small crew of junkies and falls in love with a drug-abusing male prostitute.

starring: Natja Brunckhorst, Thomas Haustein, Jens Kuphal, Christiane Reichelt

I binged the series the other day and after the last episode this movie was in the "watch next" thingy idk and I thought "well, why not" and watched it. good movie, definitely!! I really liked that they didn't show the highs of doing heroin but focused on the negative effects it has on someone and what it's doing to your body. it is a super realistic but very very dark movie. the actors were all about 15/16 years old and looked very young which was a good and kinda disturbing thing because christiane and her friend were like 13/14 when that all happened and it made you realise that there were kids doing all that stuff

9/10

12. jurrasic world

A new theme park, built on the original site of Jurassic Park, creates a genetically modified hybrid dinosaur, the Indominus Rex, which escapes containment and goes on a killing spree.

starring: Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, Ty simpkins, Nick Robinson, Irrfan Khan, Vincent D'Onofrio

13. jurassic world fallen kingdom

When the island's dormant volcano begins roaring to life, Owen and Claire mount a campaign to rescue the remaining dinosaurs from this extinction-level event.

starring: Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, Rafe Spall, Justice Smith, Daniella Pineda, Isabella Sermon

I am tired and don't really want to say all that much other than both of them are very good and I do like them. good action/adventure movies. can definitely recommend them. I definitely like the first one more because it feels like (just a little bit) that the main story in the second one is the same as in the first one, someone creates a new dinosaur species to make more money and something goes terribly wrong along the way. but it's still entertaining!

jurassic wolrd: 7.5/10

jurassic world fallen kingdom: 7/10

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 8, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD

First rewritten reworking 06/17/2023

Second rewritten reworking 10/04/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1238

“Knee high boots are cool aesthetic wise, but they get sweaty and uncomfortable and stinky,” I was explaining to Peter as we browsed through the ware at Boots and Moccasins. “I think for you, something like this.” I picked up an ankle boot with a folded down cuff.

“Bonjour, Mary Claire!” the stall owner, a portly man with thinning hair, greeted me, having been occupied by helping someone else.

“Bonjour, Gustave!” I returned the greeting, smiling as I set the shoe down to grasp the older man’s hand.

“Does your shoes need to have the soles redone?” he asked me as I ran my finger through a basket of brightly striped socks that was on the table.

“No, my shoes are holding up wonderfully, thank you, but that’s not why I’m here today.” I turned to Peter and took his hand into mine. “My soulmate here needs some faire shoes of his own.”

“Ah, welcome! Come in, come in, I can fit you and see if I have anything in stock that’ll fit you!” Gustave grinned, waving Peter back behind the booth.

“Peter, I’ll be across the way looking in the craftware booth,” I called out as I turned to leave. “I need more cord for my lucet.”

“Okay sweetheart, stay where I can see you?” Peter asked. I only smiled at him before walking off.

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but aren’t you a bit old for her?” I overhead Gustave asking Peter as I picked through the crafting booth.

“It’s more platonic than anything,” Peter shrugged, kicking off his shoes. “Besides, she’s the one in charge- I just go where she tells me to.”

Gustave hemmed and hawed as he wrote down measurements on a pad of paper.

“You know, if you hurt her-” Gustave started to say only to be cut off by a low growl.

“Which I won’t,” Peter said fiercely. “I rather die than hurt her.”

“Good,” was all that Hunter said. “All I was trying to say is if you hurt her, you signed a death wish- everyone here at the New York Renaissance Faire knows and loves her. We’d all give our lives for her and that little baby she’s carrying.”

“Noted.” Peter blinked, his eyes darting over to where I was browsing. I paused in my search and got down onto my knees to talk to a toddler, who presented me with a pretty flower. I smelled it before tucking it behind her ear with a soft little coo.

“Mary Claire.”

I felt shivers race down my spine and my heart literally stop beating. I forced air into my lungs as I ignored Kody Williams by focusing in on what Peter and Gustave were talking about.

“I think I’m going to marry her,” Peter blurted out with a grin on his face as he watched me.

“Oh, now I’m invested,” Gustave said.

“I mean I want to wake up every morning and call her my wife, but not now,” Peter rambled. “But when she’s ready.”

I scowled as I turned away from my stalker’s attempts to try and engage me in a conversation consisting of video games and crypto currency and began to quickly make my way back over to Peter.

He must’ve seen the worry on my face because he stood up and whisked me behind him before baring his teeth at Kody Williams.

“Hey sweetheart, is he bothering you?” he murmured gently.

“No, we’re just talking,” answered the man, taking a step forward only to backtrack when Peter wrapped a protective arm around me and tugging me in closer to him.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Peter snapped, shooting a sneer his way. “Sweetheart?”

“He keeps following me around and harassing me,” I mumbled into his side. “I keep having to block him because he keeps getting like new phone numbers and stuff.”

“Fuck,” Peter growled, pulling himself to his full height. “I don’t ever want to see you again. If I see you and you’re within ten feet of my soulmate, so help me god, I will kill you.”

“Mary Claire’s your soulmate?” I didn’t have to look at Kody Williams to see fear flicker into his eyes.

“That’s what I just said,” Peter snarled, pressing his hand to my head, subconsciously telling me that he was here. “Now go away- you’re distressing my pregnant soulmate.” He turned his back to him, purposely dismissing him. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

I whimpered as I squeezed my arms tighter around his waist. He shushed her softly as he swayed gently in place with me.

“His name’s Kody Williams, I had him in my kindergarten class over twenty five years ago and he just fixated on me,” I said. “He would follow me into the bathroom during recess and watch me pee.” Peter didn’t say anything, instead focusing on keeping calm. “The school administrations had the attitude of ‘Oh how cute, he has a crush on you, invite us to your wedding’. Fucking disgusting.”

“I’d say,” he growled, dragging me with him inside the booth. “I want you to stay next to me.”

“Okay,” I meeped, sinking into a sitting position on the grass as he resettled himself.

“My sisters call me ‘Peter the Protector’,” he explained, allowing for Gustave to continue his measuring abouts.

“A nickname that I trust you earned dutifully,” I quipped. “Calm down, little girl, I’ll get you your ice cream in a little bit!”

Peter chuckled as he watched me rubbing my tummy, layering on motherly love onto little girl.

“Alright, so I got your measurements, what color do you want your shoes to be?” Hunter asked, handing over a ring with leather samples.

“Brown or black?” Peter turned to me, and I stuck my foot out to showcase my own buckled shoes in a deep hunter green color. “That color, please.”

“Do you still have that wicked hot pink color for your leathers?” I asked with a teasing twinkle in my eyes.

“Fuck no,” Peter scowled. “Not pink- I hate that color.”

“Because of your sisters?” I giggled. “Understandable.”

“Everything in the house was ‘pink this’ and ‘pink that’,” he grumbled.

“I’m not much of a pink girl myself, I like blue,” I announced as he gave Gustave a down payment for his faire shoes. “Sammi is a pink kind of Barbie girl. Jackie like purple the most. We always had fun color coding our stuff.”

“Noted,” Peter nodded turning back to Gustave. “No pink.”

Bonjour, hello, French

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 2, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

STORY WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD

First rewritten reworking 06/16/2023

Second rewritten reworking 09/27/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2929

I sent off a good morning text to Peter as I was stripping myself for my morning shower, humming a soft song while removed my nightclothes and dumped them into my hamper to be washed when I got home on Monday.

Good morning! It’s currently 4:49 AM and I’ve just woken up. I’m going to get ready for Friday mayhem and then go poke my sisters awake. If I don’t respond back soon, THEY STARTED IT (I swear)

I paused before I sent another text message his way, moving onto brushing my teeth next.

Anyways, the three of us will be leaving the apartment a little before 7, so if you want to follow Sammi’s car up or meet us at the faire grounds, let me know!

MC out

I felt my face heat up at the vivid dream I had the night before- my soulmate was jacking himself off, whimpering and snarling as he worked himself off time and time again, his long hair a sweaty mess as he pleasured himself at the idea of me, naked and wanton for him, only for him.

~xoXox~

I was towel drying my curls when my phone howled, indicating that I just received a fresh text. I finished dealing with my untamable corkscrew curls and crossed over to glance at my phone.

Good morning sweetheart, I hope you had a good night’s sleep. I think it’ll be better if I follow you to the faire grounds- I looked up the directions on Google and I think I’ll get lost, even with the others with me.

I wrinkled my nose.

The others?

Josh, Kenny, Johnny- I assume the invitation to help is open to them as well?

Of course- the more the merrier! I grinned, tossing my phone down on my bed as I retreated to my closet to get dressed. I reemerged a few minutes later, dressed in cherry red high waisted shorts and a pink and blue gingham crop top. I tied my curls up in a messy topknot before I grabbed my phone and left my room.

Twenty minutes later, Sammi was driving, Jackie was in the seat behind her slowly waking up and I was in the passenger’s seat. I had texted Peter with a confirmation that we would meet up at Diffy’s Diner and from there, we would go directly to the venue.

“So, tell us more about Peter!” Sammi bubbled as she came to a stop at a red light.

“We’ll take the next right onto 8th blvd,” I directed her before turning back to the subject. “Well, what do you want to know?”

“What does he look like?” she asked. I didn’t have to look in the back seat to see that Jackie was half awake, trying to hold onto the conversation at hand.

“He’s tall- not quite as tall as Gideon, but he’s more like six feet eight inches, I think? Dark hair, green eyes, strong as all get out,” I described him, purposefully leaving out that Peter was my soulmate and that he was a member of famous doom metal band Type O Negative.

Sammi snorted as she went at the green light.

“No one is as tall as Gideon,” she muttered, hooking a right. “Our brother is a fricking giant.”

“Seven feet three inches,” I answered, giggling as I remembered when it would storm outside and the three of us would crawl into bed with him for a nighttime cuddle. We stopped sneaking into his bed a little before our tenth birthday, when he went off to law school in Texas. Mom and daddy had tried to put a stop to it, but he told them it was fine, that he loved the three of us and to let us be kids for a little while longer. “The youngest son is taller than the others.”

“Kinda funny, if you ask me,” she giggled. “You may want to text Peter- we’re two minutes away!”

Two minutes away- are you inside getting grub?

My phone sounded barely a second after I hit send.

We already grabbed some food on the way over- we’re in my truck. You’ll know old the old Doom Buggy when you see her.

I raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as we pulled into the parking lot. Sammi stopped the car next to an aggressive looking pickup truck. I eyeballed the truck as I took a picture of it and hit send.

Barely a second later, the driver’s window rolled down to show Peter, who looked confused.

“I didn’t know you were a twin,” he commented, seeing Sammi’s face.

I chuckled as I tucked my phone into my bra.

“I’m not,” was all that I said. “We ready?” I handed him a two way walkie talkie. “Green Man, do you copy? This is Celtic MC, over.”

He only looked at me with clear amusement on his face.

“It’s for better communications on the road,” I explained. “Cell reception is almost nonexistent, unless you have your own personal cell tower.”

“The three of us have our own names,” Sammi interjected. “I’m Celtic Baby.”

“Celtic Mid,” Jackie called out, shaking herself awake. “Are we there yet?”

“Nope- we’re at Diffy’s, picking up the boys,” I answered. “Alright, we ready? Onward!” I did a lame bugle call as the van moved and I could hear laughter coming from Peter’s truck.

“Celtic MC, do you read me? This is Green Man, over.”

~xoXox~

We pulled into the parking lot of the faire ground and I opened my door to get out. I waved Sammi on and I walked to where Peter and the guys were waiting.

“Hey, I think you’ll have to park and then hike- I should’ve told you the height limitation due to the trees,” I called out in a cheery voice. “Come on, I don’t mind any- I like stretching my legs out!”

Peter got out first and immediately came up to stand next to me, seemingly taking care as not to stand too close. The other three members of Type O Negative got out as well, followed by a surly girl who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old.

“Okay, this everyone?” I asked, placing a fist onto my hip. “Great, follow me, then!”

“Mary Claire, I hope you don’t mind, but my wife is sick so I bought my daughter, Sophie, with me.” I spun around to walk backwards at Johnny’s voice.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sophie!” I greeted her cheerfully.

“So you’re my Uncle Pete’s soulmate?” she asked me, squinting her eyes as she took me in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter shoot her a look and shift uncomfortably on his feet. “How tall are you?”

“I’m a wee bit under four ten,” I answered, spinning once I came to the bridge that separated the modern world from faire. I got up onto the railing and began to skip my way across. Suddenly, Peter was at my side, one hand behind me his other gripping my arm. “I’m not gonna fall, I swear!”

“Humor me,” he begged me softly. I only smiled at him as I walked the rest of the way across before turning to jump off, but Peter picked me up and set me down onto the dirt with all the gentleness of a newborn kitten.

“Gramercy,” I murmured, looking into his green eyes before turning away, my face beet red. I took his hand and began to lead the way through the trees. “We’ll come up to the entrance to the venue, where-”

“Mary Claire!” I turned my head and grinned at James, who came bounding up to me. “Good’ morrow, my lady!”

“Good morrow to you, Jaques Ze Whipper!” I immediately adopted my Irish lilt, giggling as he swooped down and kissed the back of my hand. I heard Peter growl out a low warning. “Are you and Aaron excited to be daddies?” I pressed my hands to my popped out stomach.

“Oh, yes!” he perked up before dropping to a knee to lift my shirt up a bit.

“Excuse you…” Peter snarled, shoving James away from me and tugging me into his body.

“Peter, it’s fine- I’m a surrogate for him and his husband,” I said, switching back to my New York accent. “Besides, he’s gay as all get out.”

“And who might you be, my good lord?” James asked, lifting himself from his position on the ground and dusting himself off.

“This is Peter,” I introduced them with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Peter!” he said. “Hey speaking of which, will you be stage handing for the show tomorrow?” he asked me.

“Do you even have to ask?” I snorted, waving to Aaron as he popped out from behind the stage, “Can we do Titanic tomorrow?” “Anything for the mother of my husband’s daughter!” he responded just as Aaron came up to stand beside his husband.

“Hey, MC,” he greeted me. “How’s our little girl treating you?”

“She’s a ballerina, for certain!” I giggled, leaning into Peter and placing an arm around his manly hips.

“Yeah hey, do you guys think you can help for a moment? I grossly underestimated how heavy the banners are…” Aaron grumbled, pointing up to the stage, where there were multiple giant rolls of fabric laying underneath the bans.

“Do you mind any, sweetheart?” Peter asked me, moving away from me as I motioned for him to go help. I stood off to the corner with Sophie as we watched the men work. Ten minutes later, the stage was looking very festive, decked with banners of red and gold, blue and silver, emerald and black.

“I thank thee, kind gentlemen!” Aaron called out, wiping his face with his shirt. “Oh, and Peter? Don’t make MC cry.”

“Good bye, Aaron,” I said, taking Peter by the arm and leading him away, closely followed by the others. “Sorry about them- they’re a bit protective over me and their daughter.”

“So, you’re their surrogate?” Peter asked as we passed the entrance to the marketplace. I nodded, ducking my head as I led them over to a half hidden path that led through a thick covering of trees.

“Come on- I’ll take you guys through the shortcut!” I called over my shoulder before I stepped through. I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale of air before walking forward, my hand still in Peter’s. I turned around and saw that he had his phone out. He smiled sheepishly before showing me the picture he took. The first thing my eyes landed on was my head of red curls, thrown on top of my head in a messy bun. Then my eyes caught sight of my grip on his wrist. The picture was both innocent and provocative at the same time.

“You gonna post this to Instagram?” I asked him, giggling as he leaned over to avoid getting hit in the face by a branch. “I’m sorry, I clearly wasn’t thinking…”

“I won’t post anything online until you’re ready,” he smiled, letting me take the lead once more. “And it’s fine- I rather much like nature.”

“Then you’ll quite enjoy faire,” I smiled before coming to a fork. “To the right is the shortcut to the food court. To the left is the shortcut to the archer’s encampment. We’re going to the left, come on now!”

Peter chuckled at the excitement in my voice. I turned my head to beam up at him and I saw the others a little ways back, clearly giving us privacy to talk without being overheard.

“Just up there!” I pointed to where there was a curtain of green and Peter pulled aside the foliage for me to step through. “Merci.”

“Hey, Mary Claire!” I looked up and smiled at Jojo, the camp cook. I waved my hand at her, leading Peter through the Friday morning set up chaos. Peter walked behind me, our hands still clasped together as I half dragged him over to where Sammi had parked her car.

“Hey!” I returned the greeting to Jojo with a hug.

“How’s your wee jellybean?” she asked me, falling in step with me.

“Well, she’s either going to be a ballerina or a kickboxer,” I commented, rubbing my hand against my belly, trying to get her to stop wiggling around.

“You did kickboxing, right?” she asked just as Sammi and Jackie came up to us.

“I did regular boxing sixth grade, seventh grade and eighth grade,” I recalled. “Hey girls- we ready?”

“Yup!” Sammi was eyeballing Peter as the others came up behind me. “You weren’t kidding, he is huge.”

“But not as big as Gideon,” Jackie mentioned, her hands on her hips as she craned her neck to look at Peter fully. “Brother number seven is a freaking giant.”

“You’re telling me,” I snorted. “Come on, I’ll introduce you lot to da- he’ll put you lot up to work.”

As I led the group away, I caught Peter switching between myself, Jackie and Sammi.

“You certainly look like sisters,” he commented. “Who’s the oldest?”

“I am,” I answered. “Jackie is nineteen minutes younger than me and Sammi is forty three minutes younger than me.”

“Triplets?” His eyes bugged out.

“Yup,” I popped my P. “The only real noticeable difference between the three of us is hair color and general body type- I’m a curvy redhead, Jackie is an athletic blonde and Sammi is a buxom brunette. We would have so much fun screwing with people when we were younger.”

~xoXox~

“That’s good- hold it right there!” yelled Tony, otherwise known to me as da, as the ropes were pulled and the support went up.

“You got it?” I whispered to Peter, who was almost singlehandily holding the support beam for the big tent up.

“Yeah, I got it sweetheart,” he grunted, the muscles in his arms bulging out comically as he stabilized the post. I had insisted on helping, saying that I was pregnant, not dying.

Peter had long since rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, causally showcasing our shared tattooed soulmarks that bounded us both together. I had decided not to say anything, opting to remove my prized leather jacket to display my tattoos and soulmarks as well.

“LOOK OUT!”

I looked up at the yell and felt my heart literally stop beating as the support beam slipped from Peter’s arms. He pushed me to the ground, using his body as a shield to stop the heavy weighted canvas from crushing me.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he murmured gently, tracing my cheek with his nose. It took me a moment to realize that he was on his knees, one arm on the ground for support, his other cradling the back of my head to keep it safe from hitting the ground. I nodded, taking a deep breath in shakily collecting a fistful of his shirt and burying my nose into his neck.

In any other situation, I would be having a massive panic attack, but with Peter, I felt…

Safe.

“Go raibh maith agat,” I murmured softly into his neck, inhaling his unique manly scent of pine, campfire smoke, and male musk.

“Hmm?” he hummed, rubbing his nose through my curls.

“Thank you, in Irish Gaelic,” I whispered, curling my knees together and resting them in his lap.

“Mary Claire!” Sammi screamed just then and I tightened my hold on his shirt with a little whimper.

“She’s alright!” Peter called, not moving. “I got you, you’re alright. My sweetheart. Are you injured?” I was shaking my head before he had finished speaking. “Nothing is gonna hurt you.”

“You promise me?” I mumbled as the canvas was being lifted up.

“With my everything,” he replied and that was all the reassurance I needed to snuggle deeper into him. The little human in my stomach kicked just then and I could tell that Peter felt it, judging by the way his fingers shifted in my hair.

“You’re not mad that I’m a surrogate?” I squeaked.

“Oh sweetheart, no, I’m not mad,” he hummed. “It’s your body, you do as you like. Though I am jealous- I want you to bear my kids and my children only. I love how selfless you are, how compassionate you are. Christ- I’m so happy you are mine.”

I didn’t have any time to respond, because at that moment, the canvas was dragged off of us and I took a shuddering breath of air in through my lungs.

“You’re alright Mary Claire,” he murmured once more, standing with me in his arms. “You’re alright, my sweetheart.”

Gramercy, thank you, Old French?

Go raibh maith agat, thank you, Irish Gaelic

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 76, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 11/15/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1008

I woke up the next morning to my stomach complaining of neglect. As I came to, I realized that Peter wasn’t in bed with me, but I had Smokey, Felix and Mittens tucked in around me, dreaming sweet kitties dreams of chasing penlights, napping in patches of sunlight and lapping at bowls of milk.

I sat up, being certain not to upset Mittens, who was sleeping next to my round stomach. She meowed loudly, alerting her two brothers that I was up now. Felix came up on my left while Smokey came up to my right, the three cats clearly in need of some love and affection. After fussing over the cats for give or take fifteen minutes, I decided to get up and take a quick shower.

I wasn’t in the shower for more than five minutes before I heard the front door open and slam shut again. I heard Peter’s muffled cursing as he stepped over his cats before he came to the bathroom and knocked on the half open door.

“Sweetheart?” he called out. “You in here?”

“Good morning, my love!” I cheerfully greeted him.

“Do you mind if I come in and use the bathroom?” he asked. At my go ahead, he opened the door, effectively blocking Mittens from racing in, entered and shut the door in her face.

MEOW was all that the miffed cat could say from behind the door as Peter sat on the toilet. I kept my back to him as I soaped up my hair, humming a catchy Disney song quietly to myself under my breath.

“Sweetheart?” Peter called out from the sink. “Can I please shower with you? I just came back from a run and I am now covered in sweat. I could never really function well while covered in sweat, to be honest with you.”

“Sure,” I answered after a slight hesitation before I heard him shucking off his clothes and stepping into the shower behind me.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” he informed me in a soft voice, pushing me forward a little bit. “Just so you know, my sweetheart.”

It was a real struggle not to turn and glance at his dick, but somehow, I did it. Peter helped by washing my hair for me and letting me use his nature scented body wash after I discovered that I had run out.

“Do you want to run out today and grab more?” he asked me as I passed the bottle back to him.

“No, thank you, I’ll just keep using yours until we move in,” I answered in a soft voice. “If you don’t mind, that is. Besides, I make my bath products- I like knowing what’s in them, if that makes any sense at all.”

“Fuck sweetheart.” I didn’t have to look at Peter to know he was smiling. “Of course you can. I think my new kink is having you smell like me.”

I giggled as I washed my legs, needing to bend over to scrub at the bottoms of my feet. I heard Peter growl deep in his throat before the sound of skin slapping on skin met my ears.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart- just give me a minute…” he grunted, biting back a lustful groan as his hand pulsed on his dick. “I just gotta pop and then- oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…!”

I squeaked as something warm hit my back, the wave continuing for a solid three minutes of never-ending warmth. I stayed still as Peter finished his load before pulling my tense body close to him.

“Do you feel better?” I asked as little girl punched me.

“Much,” he muttered, falling to his knees and pulling me to straddle his lap. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I just had to let it out.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured softly, resting my ear to his chest.

THUD THUMP

“Yeah?” he asked, nosing at the mermaid tattoo behind my ear.

“Don’t hurt me, please.”

My soulmate froze at my words, seemingly taken aback at my soft request.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he said in a soft voice, peeling my face away from his chest and placing a sweet and loving kiss onto my mouth. “I had no idea what I was even thinking…”

“Peter, I’m scared,” I confessed. “I’m scared of what I can’t see. Can I please see your dick?”

“You’ve seen it before,” Peter pointed out in a dry voice, drawing back from kissing my face to flash a little smile at me.

“But what’s on the computer screen and what’s in real life are two totally separate things,” I informed him softly. “Please?”

Peter hesitated before sucked a breath of air in and moving me off of him. He maneuvered himself so that he was sitting with me kneeling in between his knees before lifting my chin so that we could gaze into each other’s eyes.

“I will never hurt you, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, leaning forward to kiss me gently.

I took a deep breath and I looked down in between his thighs.

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 25, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault

First rewritten reworking 06/20/2023

Second rewritten reworking 10/18/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1808

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” I teased Peter as he was fixing his priest collar. I made the sign of the cross before placing my hands onto my popped out belly.

He only rolled his eyes at my jab to his costume.

“Did you ever stop and think about ‘forgive me father for I have sinned’ and ‘I’m sorry daddy but I’ve been naughty’ mean basically the same thing?” This made him roar with amused laughter. I just sat there with a neutral face while he fought to breathe.

“Fuck, sweetheart-” he wheezed, stumbling over to where I was sitting on the couch. He wrapped his arms around me and dragged me into his lap. “You and that fucking mouth of yours… So gorgeous, so filthy…”

Shivers began to run up and down my spine as he kissed my bare shoulder.

“Peter…” I softly warned him as his length began hardening underneath me. “Peter please…”

“Sweetheart…?” he hummed, nosing at my mermaid behind my ear.

“Yo Pete! We rea-” Kenny slammed open the door and froze at the intimate position the two us were in. “-dy?”

“Doesn’t anyone knock these days?” I scowled, yanking off my other shoe and throwing it at him.

“GAH!” he yelped in pain when my shoe hit his head. “Fuck, that hurts!”

“OUT!” Peter bellowed loudly, using his arms to hide me away from his bandmate’s eyes.

“Alright, I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” Kenny vanished, muttering loudly about us having sex in public.

“Fuck, that man knows how to blue balls me,” Peter grumbled, his hand on my right thigh, where I had mermaid scales tattooed onto my skin.

“He done it before?” I asked, causally running my fingers through his hair.

“More times than I can count,” he growled, pressing our foreheads together closing his green eyes. “More so while we’re touring.”

“Oh?” I hummed.

“I don’t fit into the bunkbeds on the tour bus- they are tiny- so I claim the back room as my domain,” he explained. “One night stands were awful because he would make jokes to try and get my fuck ladies to lose it.”

I giggled before drawing away, eliciting a whine from my soulmate that I quickly quieted with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“You’re so adorable.” I followed up with another kiss.

Peter wrapped his arms around my waist and just held me in his lap.

“I love you,” he murmured softly to me.

“Thank you, but no- I’m married.”

Peter and I looked up to see Johnny standing in the doorway with an apprehensive look on his face.

“Please don’t throw anything at me, Mary Claire,” he begged, hiding behind the door like it was a shield. “Peter, showtime in two minutes.”

“Okay,” Peter grumbled, standing. He took my hand in his before tugging me out the door and into the hallway, where he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. For every step his took, I had to take at least three steps, which he seemed to pick up on.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, slowing his gait enough for me to walk normally at his side. “You have your wristband?”

I waved my left wrist in his face, showing off the green paper wristband I was given to allow me unlimited access backstage.

“Good,” he smiled, showing off his pearly teeth. He brought me to the edge of the stage, and turned to face me.

“Can I have a kiss for luck?” he asked. I smiled up at him as I pressed my lips to the front of my fist before reaching up and gently tapping his mouth.

He growled and clutched me close to his body, looking down at me through hooded eyes.

“Sweetheart, I demand a real kiss.” His voice wasn’t quite snarling, but fear prickled in the back of my mind as he effortlessly lifted me onto a speaker and attacked my mouth with his lips. I fell into the kiss, clutching at his shirt with my fists as he drew me in, one hand on the small of my back, pressing me into him, his other hand cradling the back of my head.

“PETER STEELE, THIS IS KENNY HICKEY, PAGING PETER STEELE!”

We leapt away at Kenny’s amplified voice coming from the stage.

“YO PETE IF YOU’RE DONE SUCKING YOUR GIRL’S FACE, GET YOUR ASS ON THE STAGE, WE’RE ABOUT TO HAVE A RIOT OUT HERE!”

“Fuck you, Kenny!” Peter snarled, landing me off with one more kiss. “Will you watch?” I only nodded my head, a blissful smile on my face as I watched him strut onstage, slinging his bass on around his strong shoulders. As he passed Kenny, he thumped the guitarist across the back of his head.

“Fucking dick,” I read Peter’s lips before he started off the concert, tearing into Black No. 1 for the first song.

~xoXox~

Peter would glance my way every few seconds, as though reassuring himself that I was really there still. I smiled and waved at him, every time, causing him to brightly beam my way before redirecting his attention back out to the roaring crowd.

Intermission rolled around faster than I thought it would. Peter raced off the stage, removing his bass as he neared me and almost tackled me in a loving hug. I gasped, throwing my arms around his shoulders as he picked me up, one hand under my ass, the other on the small of my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking the heels behind the small of his back as he strode with confidence oozing out of every pore to his assigned dressing room.

“Hey, Pete?”

“Hi, Slitzy!” I greeted the man with a cheerful smile.

“Listen, do you think I can do a quick five minute interview with Mary Claire?” he asked, twitching his camera up. “Twitter is exploding with pictures of your shared soulmarks!”

“No.” Peter didn’t even stop walking.

“Peter,” I sighed.

“Sweetheart,” he came to a full stop and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. “Don’t.”

“Please,” I whispered, leaning my head into his. “I’d rather it if everyone learned about me from me rather than some rag mag spewing lies or like whatever.”

He buckled.

“Fine,” he grunted, kicking open the door and stomped inside, gently dumping me into the couch. “What do you want to drink, sweetheart?”

“That apple juice you offered me earlier is really starting to call my name right now!” He handed me the bottle and fell into the couch, landing next to me and pulling me into his lap.

“Sorry, he’s just a bit protective,” I giggled, twisting the top off and taking a sip.

“I can see that,” Slitzy grinned, flinching back at Peter’s growl. He wrapped his arms around my body and just hugged me close to him.

“Okay, rolling in five… four… three… two… one… action!” The green light flicked on, indicating that the camera was recording live. “Hey everyone, Slitzy here, and boy oh boy, have I got a special treat for you! Peter Steele’s soulmate had agreed to sit down and talk to me about what it’s like being mated to a guy who dyes his hair black.”

I snorted as Peter rolled his eyes.

“First off, tell us your name and a little bit about yourself!” Slitzy kicked off the interview.

“Saluti amici, my name is Mary Claire Bradley, I turn thirty on September 4th, and I am Peter Steele’s soulmate,” I greeted the camera, slipping on an easygoing smile.

“What was that language you just spoke?” Slitzy asked me.

“Italian,” I giggled, nuzzling into Peter’s chest and practically cooing as he rested one hand over my stomach. “I’m not fluent, I just know enough to limp my way through a conversation with a native speaker.”

“How many other languages do you speak?” Slitzy asked me.

“English, ASL, Romanian, French, German and Russian fluently, and I also know bits and pieces of IrishGaelic, Spanish and Italian,” I answered, noting the admiring look on his face. “My mom wasn’t the most supportive of me learning another language so I just said ‘F you’ and I just learned.”

“Wow,” Slitzy blinked. “Had you ever said anything to Peter in another language?”

“All the time,” Peter grinned, rubbing his hand into my tummy. I leaned my head back with a smile as little girl kicked the hand.

“Did you feel that?” I asked.

“Sure did,” he hummed, kissing my forehead. “You’re right- she does know me.”

“Are you pregnant?” Slitzy interrupted, a squeal leaving his mouth at my nod.

“I’m about twenty seven weeks along,” I explained, giggling as Peter bent down and placed a kiss onto my stomach.

“You sure don’t waste any time, Pete!” Slitzy pointed out, earning yet another growl.

“I’m a surrogate for a couple of really good friends of mine,” I corrected him. “I met my soulmate last Thursday.”

“Happy one week anniversary!” Slitzy congratulated us.

“Gramercy,” I smiled.

“So, I’m guessing you’ve seen his giant dick?” Slitzy’s next question was.

“Slitzy, I don’t kiss and tell,” I said sternly. “Besides, the last time I saw a penis, I was eleven. Yes, it was nonconsensual.”

“Get out, Slitzy,” Peter snarled, wrapping his arms around me protectively.

“Peter-” I started to try and calm him down onto to freeze at the dangerous look in his eyes.

“OUT,” he thundered and Slitzy fled. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart- I should’ve told him that my dick isn’t something to talk about-”

“Peter, it’s fine.” I avoided his brilliant green eyes as I finished my drink. “I’m pretty open about my past traumas. I figure that if I talk about them, other people won’t be so closed off about stuff that happened in their lives.”

“Still…” He pulled me further into his grip, resting his chin on the top of my head.

Gramercy, thank you, Old French?

Saluti amici, greetings friends, Italian

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