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in other news, i fucking love sleeping beauty.
#◟ ⋆ㅤㅤif my hair's a mess﹐my mind's a mess.ㅤ( ooc )#bby monique watched this movie 90% of the time.#maleficent fascinated me. aurora was mesmerizing to me.#i like that animals liked her so much.#maleficent was intimidating to everyone and powerful. a force to be reckoned with.#still love them both but maleficent has taken over more rip#bby monique looking longingly at the queen and maleficent i remember the days#sleeping beauty? absolute comfort film.#twst forces me to go back to those loves tho.#sits between pomefiore and diasomnia comfortably FKASJFA#sang once upon a dream all my fucking life man#to delete *
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realize it was getting close to the new moon and I wanted to post before then. At least spice things up a bit and not just post on a new moon or full moon 😂
I was watching Beauty and the Beast (the 1991 because it's clearly the superior) and I was thinking about what would happen with Belle and Beast post ending the curse and being married. First off I think that the Beast should've been more beastly??? Like the curse was about to become final and my poor nigga went through puberty as a beast, yeah he should've been more beastly, kinda like a werewolf stuck in a half shifted form (slightly pointy ears, black nails that look like claws, canines sharp as a wolf, incisors almost like tusks). Also should've been WAY more hairy and disheveled looking. Anyway I think after them ending the curse but the beast still looking a little beastly he's nervous to go out in public so he typically hunts for the castle. And I just think it would be cute that belle brings him out to the market square and he can sniff out the best meats. Or he knows when the baker is lying about the pastries being fresh. Pretty much Belle and Beast should get fat after Belle saves beasts life, ends the curse because Beast would have the abilities of a bloodhound and know how to get them the good shit. Also Belle teaching Beast how to cook instead of eating just raw meat (he still does it after learning how to cook for himself. She allows it cause she loves him 😊).
Thank you for coming to my ted talk 😌
#soft feedism#feedism kink#mutal weight gain#beauty and the beast feedism#I should talk about my more feedist ideas for the disney princesses and their partners because I got ideas#also this movie is my autism movie#absolute comfort film literally one of the two films I use to help me sleep#the other is the Incredible and you know what I got ideas for BOB#nigga should've just been a muscle fat but all well#might make a post about it we'll see#gaining weight as a form of healing
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Hi hun! I just love love love your pieces <3
As for Carmy prompts - could we have some hurt to comfort when Carmen doesn't show up for a date? It's ok if you dont wanna do it or i requested incorrectly, but if you do, i cant wait to read!!!!! Thank you so much mwah mwah mwah
I’m not thaaaaaat sure how I feel about this and it’s so long but your request was so sweet I had to!!! Ily <3333
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There’s so fucking much in his ear. Fak’s screaming whatever bullshit he’s sure will help absolutely nothing, Richie’s harassing Sydney and Tina’s trying to keep them all in line and will of that goddamn chaos, he shouldn’t be able to make out anything.
Prepping this whole thing, the opening, Richie biting his head off for fucking sending him to the best kitchen in the city- it’s all a bit fucking much.
He barely hears the door open (she has a key, because of course she does) and he doesn’t even look over his shoulder as he calls out her name.
“Hey, baby,” he yells back towards the entrance. It feels good, chopping the vegetables. It’s actually one of her favorite dishes that he’s making, and something inside him preens that he gets to feed her tonight. Everything feels illustrious under her gaze. He remembers the first time he’d cooked for her, how her watchful gaze felt a bit like sunlight; equal parts burning and doused in light.
She’d said she liked his hands, then. Said he looked pretty with a knife and a cutting board. “Will you try this sauce for me?”
He hears her heels click, the soft thud of her purse landing on the couch. It’s a slow saunter she does to him, but he’s razor focused- what does it need, garlic? Oregano?
It only breaks when he sees her. And she looks gorgeous. Wearing a black dress with a cowl neck, shimmery eyeshadow that catches and dances in the low light of the kitchen, a crimson lipstick neatly applied to her beautiful pout.
She smells like vanilla, and Carmen has the privilege of knowing what real, rich, Madagascar vanilla smells like. He’d loved the scent so much that he’d bought her a perfume made from it, and there’s a warmth blooming in his chest when he realizes that she’s wearing it.
Wordlessly, she opens her mouth and leans forward to try the sauce covered wooden spoon he’d raised to her lips.
Even when she’s in front of him, he can’t believe she’s someone he knows. That she’s wasting her time with someone like him.
“Jesus Christ you look beautiful,” he says without thinking, and he kisses her quick. It’s true. She’s a vision, plucked out of an old movie shot on grainy film, warm to the touch film.
He abandons the spoon and the sauce without much fanfare, a rough, calloused hand meeting her soft warm cheek.
“Thanks, Carmen.” she says, but her doe-eyes deny the joy she typically exudes in his presence. It’s his proudest achievement, how she glows around him. She’s tight lipped, smile betraying her words.
“What’s wrong? Is it the sauce? I know it’s a mess in here, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d see it-“
“No! No, seriously, it’s okay, honey.” She tries to insist but it really doesn’t work. He moves the pot off the burner and twists himself completely to face her, placing a gentle hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. He tries not to let it sting, how she stiffens for a moment before softening again.
“What happened?” He asks again.
“It’s the first,” she says, a rueful grin on her pretty lips, before gesturing down at her outfit, and oh.
The dinner. The fucking dinner that he’d promised her. His sweet girl, who waited up every night, who dutifully tasted every recipe, who soothed him on nights where nightmares stole his sleep-
“Fuck,” he says, more to himself than her, but god, he can’t stop looking at her, “Fuck! God, I’m such an asshole, I’m so sorry-“ he insists, suddenly so grateful that she’s letting him touch her, even more aware of every point of contact with the sudden fear that it could escape in a moment’s notice.
“Y’know, Carm, if you could’ve just told me that would’ve been one thing? But I left the reservation, and this was the one night we both had off!”
“I know, baby, fuck, I forgot-“
She backs away from him, and there’s a sick feeling in his stomach. Sitting on the chair he keeps by the stove (he put it there for her, because she loved watching him) she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“It’s just not fair, Carm. To either of us. If you don’t have time for this-“
“I have time for this! I have time. Don’t say things like that.”
“Carmy, I’m not trying to hurt you. You know that’s the last thing I want.”
And it is. It’s the last thing she wants, and Carmen fucking knows it. Knows that three months in he’s supposed to have brought her flowers and taken her out and done more than cook for her and spend hours in his shitty apartment, and lately she’s been asking if he has time for being in a relationship.
And maybe he doesn’t, but fuck it if he doesn’t feel like he can breathe around her. This was the point of the dinner- take her out, be a boyfriend. Have her wait a little while on him. Show her he’s worth it.
Instead he fucking missed it, stayed home and made sauce no one would even eat.
“I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing her hand and lacing it through his own. It always shocks him, how it fits his own. “Okay? I’m so, so fuckin’ sorry. Tell me what I can do. Tell me, cos I’ll do just about fuckin’ anything to get you to stop saying shit like that.”
Her voice comes out small.
“I was alone, Carm. They kept trying to take my order and you weren’t there, and eventually I had to leave.“
She looks up at him, eyes sparkling and kind and Carmen. She looks beautiful, and if he wasn’t with her, he’d see her in the street and hate whatever fuck was lucky enough to be who she got dressed up for.
“I am so, so sorry. It’s just with the stove, and Fak, and Richie fucking calling me to bitch me out every thirty seconds,” she reaches her delicate fingers to brush his cheek with concern, “I should’ve remembered. It’s just about the only thing this week worth remembering. And you look…stunning, I should’ve been there. I should’ve. Please.”
Her expression softens and he loves the sight of her, warm and kind and lovely in both form and temperance. She’s so patient with him, responds with kindness- a gift.
She brushes her soft lips on his cheek and he tries to savor the sensation, note how warm and wonderful it is to have her form pressed against his, how her arms knot themselves around his waist.
“I know you’re stressed, babe,” she murmurs against his cheek, eyes shut, “tell you what. Why don’t you make me something better than what that place could’ve, huh?”
After he kisses her for so long that excess is no longer the right terminology, he makes her the best pasta she’s ever had in her goddamn life.
It’s better this way, anyway. She’s gorgeous in a way that’s just his to look at tonight.
#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto fic#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x You#carmy berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto imagine#the bear#the bear x reader
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show me off dr3
── in which daniel ricciardo loves showing off his greek girlfriend.
── warning: google translated greek, some spelling and grammar mistakes, relationships, kind of suggestive? anything else I missed please let me know xx
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danielricciardo be jealous or should I say να ζηλεύεις γιατί είναι ΤΟ ΚΟΡΙΤΣΙ ΜΟΥ. (be jealous because she’s my girl)
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⤷ username aren’t you just a ray of sunshine
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DANIEL AND Y/N WERE IN LOVE.
there was no doubt about it.
the way their eyes glow when the other is mentioned or walks into a room is something that is out of a disney film. the quick glances of adoration they give each other are constantly caught on camera proving their love for each other further more.
the way he looked at her when she was talking made it seem like she hung the moon and the stars, and there wasn’t a soul who could get daniel to tear his eyes away from the girl he loved calling a goddess.
“daniel, you listening?” she asked softly, looking at him a smile which told him she had caught him staring at her.
“can’t lie baby, I wasn’t.” he responded sheepishly but never taking his eyes off her. “you’re just so beautiful.” he muttered as he went closer to her and stroked her cheek.
“how’s the greek going?” she asked with a soft smile as she looked into his eyes with complete affection.
“I think it’s going quite well. wanna hear me speak?” he spoke excitedly, a huge grin on his face as he asked the question.
“of course I do.” she replied, her smile matching his.
“εισαι η αγαπη της ζωης μου.” he says with a accent, a proud smile on his face. (you are the love of my life)
y/n laughed softly as blush crept on her face at his words. she reached up to kiss his cheek. “κι εσύ είσαι δικός μου.” she spoke sweetly. (and you are mine.)
“wait what does that mean?” he asked a little panicked as he goes on his phone to search it up, forcing a laugh out of her.
“I love you so much.” she tells him, grabbing his face to look at her.
he dropped his phone and kissed her with a smile, lifting her off her feet as they laughed into the kiss. “I love you too.” he says against her lips.
“I know, you love to show me off on instagram.” she giggled, running her fingers through his hair.
“can you blame me?” he responded, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving his hands to be under her thighs to hold her. “you’re so fucking beautiful and I need to make sure everyone knows it.” he says, kissing her cheek as she blushed.
“thank you for leaning greek. you don’t understand how much i appreciate it.” she whispers to him, leaning her forehead against his as she runs her fingers through his hair.
“of course love, got make sure your family can understand my vows.” he smiles smugly as he walks towards the sofa still holding her in his arms as he sits down.
“been waiting three years for you to ask.” she joked as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“don’t worry, I’ll ask soon. just don’t want you to be expecting it.” he said, kissing her head when he saw her cheeks turn red.
they both sat in a comfortable silence as daniel rested his head on y/n’s, stroking her thigh as he smiled at the thought of the engagement ring he bought two weeks ago that was hiding in one of his socks at the back of his drawer.
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danielricciardo some more future wife appreciation
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username future wife this, future wife that, make it present wife!
⤷ yourusername that’s what I am saying. I wanna be called his wife not his girlfriend 😔
⤷ danielricciardo all in due time baby
username yourusername if he gets you to wear a really nice dress and get your nails done, there’s a 95% chance he’s gonna propose
⤷ yourusername 🤭🤭 oml thank youuuu
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yourusername HE PROPOSED IN GREEK. I AM GONNA BE HIS WIFEEEEEEEE 🪿🪿
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⤷ landonorris at least he no longer will say she’s his future wife, but just his wife
an; this is kinda of bad so I might end up re-writing this in the near future.
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things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:
- we’re paratroopers lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard
- nix’s little giggle he does sometimes
- I’ll never forgive them for leaving gene’s medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from gene’s pov
- popeye’s “they called you guys too?” and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain
- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him
- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact let’s talk about how every single one of winters’ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl
- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him
- I know everyone thinks “we’ll go to chicago, I’ll take you there” is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is “what, and give up all this?” THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU
- alley is So Beautiful and I don’t think we collectively talk about it enough
- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? he’s too powerful I need to study him
- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then he’s suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling
- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirs’ sentences fml it’s giving married
- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour
- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc
- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.
- “you should pack up those ears and go home” ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl
- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are
- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king
- klepto speirs ilysm
- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy
- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him
- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagle’s nest dream blunt rotation
- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel
- tab really checked lip’s dick and balls mid battle and honestly that’s friendship
- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous
- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job I’d be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)
- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really it’s babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? that’s some Brontë whatever our souls are made of bullshit I’m afraid
- ok I know I said I wasn’t talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace
-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT he’s not the stepfather, he’s the father that stepped up
- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call
- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HE’S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THAT’S ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS
- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go
- lip and speirs and their mutual competency kink
- I’M REAL SORRY FRANK skinny ilysm
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Kids fic/dilf Harry plsss
big little boss, harry lewis.
summary: harry just can't seem to say no when it comes to his little girl, especially when she's taken his pestering and temper.
warnings: mentions of baby teething, not proofread!
notes: had to pull out the prompt list for this one 😭 anyways babygirl finally has a name thanks to the beautiful anon who recommended it :))
darcy had recently began teething and it was an absolute mare. you and harry were up later than usual trying to get her to sleep or soothing her pain, and nothing seemed to be working. one of the few things that did work was letting her lay skin to skin on harry's chest until she fell asleep.
however a problem with that was that darcy was a biter. as in anything remotely near her mouth would feel the consequences of her not-yet-there teeth.
harry was taking the brunt of it, his skin littered in little marks from when he'd hold her close to him and she'd just grab at whatever was closest to her. and in response, harry would yelp or cuss, hoping she was still in that phase where she didn't yet understand words enough to repeat them back.
with you on the other hand, darcy was much more gentle. she'd only give you a nibble here and there if your fingers were close to her mouth, somehow being able to sense that the look you were giving her wasn't one of approval.
also, unlike harry you actually utilised the teething toys that were gifted to you two at your baby shower, so darcy was pretty much preoccupied with chewing on something else other than you.
today was a pretty regular day for your small family; harry wasn't filming with the boys and you were still on maternity leave with no plans for the day. deciding to use it as a means to go for a big shop later on, you and harry made a start early on in the day.
"did you make her bottle or should i?" harry mumbled as his arms wrapped around your body, tucked in comfortably right behind you as you made yourself a cup of tea.
"that's alright, love, i already did it," smiling at this soft kisses he left along your neck and on your cheek. "is she up yet?"
harry nodded, telling you that darcy was having a bit of tummy time in the sitting room. and as you looked over, you couldn't help but laugh at the makeshift fort harry had made our of pillows to make sure nothing happened to darcy.
he allowed you to finish your tea, opting to get darcy dressed for the day.
"how the fuck does this go on?" harry mumbled to himself, fiddling with the button on darcy's blouse. he really didn't know why kids clothes had to be almost as complicated as adult clothes.
darcy babbled on to herself as harry slid on her socks, making random noises as harry entertained her too, pretending they were having a conversation of their own.
as he picked her up off of the bed, harry looked through his wardrobe in search of his own outfit for the day.
darcy's head lay on her dad's shoulder poking around at his skin before she stopped briefly.
next thing harry knew, her sharp gums were sinking into his bare shoulder.
"ow─── darc!" he groaned, mismatching her smile and refusal to release his shoulder.
maybe that was harry's fault for not wearing a shirt.
"i told you to wear a shirt around her," you couldn't hold in your laugh as you walked in, taking your daughter from her father's arms and wiping over the baby pink mark that she left on him.
"i didn't know she was gonna fucking bite me at every chance," harry huffed, kissing your lips before leaving to get changed himself.
"you," you said, tickling darcy's tummy and hearing her bright laugh. "need to stop biting your daddy."
it turns out you and harry didn't actually pick a place to shop at. usually you'd go to tesco, sometimes asda or costco. but since you didn't plan which of them to go to, harry ended up driving to tesco.
ever since you gave birth, he'd been offering to drive you around a lot more, slotting away from his preferred role of passenger princess. and you weren't complaining, not one bit.
so as you opened up the makeshift shopping list on your notes, harry sat darcy in the kids's seat of the trolley and began to push her.
shopping with harry usually consisted of him grabbing random things and claiming they were needed, whereas you were more organised and actually took note of what you did and didn't have at home.
now with a little one, it was like harry's role had been multiplied by two. whenever she could reach out for something, darcy would make a show of clinging onto it with her little hands until you and harry had no choice but to take it with you to the till.
as you picked out two boxes of cereal, harry was entertaining darcy, who seemed nothing short of unamused. she watched as her dad poked and prodded gently at her, waiting for a smile to decorate her face.
"what's gotten into you, hm?" he frowned, stroking her cheek with his finger, momentarily forgetting his daughter was teething.
"darc, you've gotta stop biting me," harry whimpered, pulling his finger away from her grip. he looked over at you with a frown, cradling his finger but you were to immersed in the food shoo to realise.
you continued to scroll through the aisles, harry and darcy following right behind you. every now and then you'd turn to harry, holding up and item and he'd either nod yes or shake his head no.
it went on like that for a few moments until darcy grew a little agitated with sitting still for too long. just harry's luck, you guys were near the baby aisle, so he took darcy down there in hopes of finding something to distract her for a little bit.
a small teething toy caught his eye, and actually made him let out a sigh of relief, as if darcy would be able to take it out on the toy now and not on him.
"here you go," he smiled, letting her hold on to it. he wasn't sure if you two would end up buying it or not, so he kept it in its packaging, hoping she'd find some entertainment in just looking at it.
and that she did; she was quiet for the rest of the shop aside from the occasional babble and giggle she let out.
now at the till, harry helped you unload the shopping, and it was then that you noticed the nee toy darcy had. "really, harry?" you held in a laugh.
"what?"
"she's got like ten of those already, and some are in her bag," you gestured to darcy's baby essential bag that you brought with you.
harry glanced down at the bag, then back at you, shrugging as he continued to unload the shopping. "one more won't hurt."
harry was such a girl dad, he couldn't ever bring himself to say no to her. quite like he was with you sometimes.
you rolled your eyes, attempting to take the toy away from darcy to place on the till with the rest of the stuff. "darcy, babe, i'm just going to pay for it," you laughed at her super strong grip, and the frown that replaced her smile, similar to how harry looked when he was moping about.
she shook her head, trying to hide the the toy close to her chest. she looked over at harry with those huge eyes of hers, expecting him to intervene.
and that he did. he let you unpack the small amount of items still in the trolley as he picked darcy out of it, kissing all over her face to distract her from the fact that the toy was no longer in her hands, but instead on the conveyor belt.
but darcy didn't seem to notice. instead, both her small hands were on either side of harry's face, squishing and poking as she smiled and babbled to him.
you didn't know how he did it, it was as if he was just meant to understand her better than you. you didn't mind though, it meant that harry was the one who got the end of darcy's little tantrums instead of you.
when it came to pay for the items, harry reached over and tapped his phone on the card machine, ignoring the glare you were giving him as you collected the receipt.
"you thought you almost got away with it," he laughed, knowing that no matter what, he'd always pay if you were with him.
he helped you but the bags back in the trolley, darcy safely in his hold as you walked back to the car.
when she was buckled in, harry handed her the toy that she surely forgot all about, kissing her forehead. "now you can stop biting me," he smiled, going back to the driver's side.
you smiled at your daughter through the mirror, matching that smile to harry's when he put his seatbelt on.
"why're you looking all soppy, then?"
"nothing," you rolled your eyes, smile still on your face. "just happy, is all."
#wroetoshaw#wroetoshaw x reader#sidemen x reader#harry lewis#sidemen#wroetoshaw imagines#harry lewis x reader#wroetoshaw imagine
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waking up next to chris 🌅
last night was absolutely exhausting. bella was out with the triplets all day, filming, going out to eat, running errands nothing things 20 year olds have to do.
bella and chris ended the night in bed together watching the notebook. chris was never a fan of romance movies, but for his girlfriend he would do anything for her. if she told him to jump off a bridge, he probably would.
chris was the first to wake up. he slowly rolled around in bed, not letting his eyes open so hopefully he’d be able to fall back asleep and let the tiredness take over his body but he couldn’t so he slowly opened his eyes. the sunlight shined through his curtains, his eyes slowly getting adjusted to the light. he picked up his phone, it was 2:37pm. “damn.” chris whispered to himself, not belive they left until the afternoon. he put his phone down and laid back down, looking at his girlfriend who was laying next to him peacefully sleeping in one of his fresh love hoodies and a pair of plaid sleep pants. to him, she looked absolutely stunning. even if she wasn’t ready for the day, just woken up, she was still stunning in his eyes and no one would change his mind.
he watched her beauty taking in how peaceful she looked as she slept. chris slowly closed his eyes again hoping he’d fall back asleep but a few moments later he heard and felt bella moving around and stretching. he slowly opened his eyes again to see her finally awake. “good morning pretty girl.” he smiled at her. “goodmorning pretty boy.” she said in a low and a bit of a raspy voice since she just woke up.
chris loved when he called him pretty boy. he only let her call him that, no one else. no one else needed to call him that.
they laid in bed in a comfortable silence, taking in each other’s presence. a small knock was heard on the door. “come in.” chris said in a raspy voice. nick slowly opened the door. “goodmorning sleepy heads! do you guys want any sausage?” he asked. he looks like he also jsut woke up. “yes please.” bella said perking up. “please, i’m starving.” chris groaned. “alright it’ll be done in like 5 minutes, come out whenever.” nick said before closing the door. chris and bella stretched one more time before they both got up out of bed. chris stood in front of bella, taking in her beauty once more. he smiled and fixed a stand of her hair that was messed up. bella smiled up at him. he kissed her forehead, “alright, let’s go out there yeah?” chris smiled. bella nodded her head and they headed out into the kitchen where nick was at the stove cooking sausage and matt was laying his head on the table.
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In my arms
Jenna Ortega x fem!reader
Summary: times are hard for Jenna while filming for Wednesday, so you decide to pay her a little visit
A/N: I was eating Reese pieces while making this
A lil short once again
Warnings: none? I think
Your fingers drum on your knees as you stare out the window, eyes watching the trees and buildings pass in the dark night as the Uber drives you from the air port to your girlfriends apartment, well her temporary one.
It had been hard on her, the filming of Wednesday was a difficult process. She would wake up earlier than the rest of the cast to get ready and film, practicing different things to make her role perfectly.
Then, without even having a break from her hours of work, her Cello instructor would be waiting inside her apartment for her to start their session. Leaving her absolutely exhausted with not much sleep, the most she can get is only about six to seven before getting up and repeating the whole process.
She had called you a number of times, crying her eyes out and seeking your comfort late at night. Ranting about all of it while all you could do is sit there and listen, heartbreaking as you listen to the poor girl as she speaks and cries.
So, you did the only thing you knew you could do. Bought the expensive ass plane ticket, went through the whole process of getting through security only for the flight to be delayed for a few hours next to a screaming baby.
But, it was all worth for her, especially since she’s gone through worse in the past few months you two have been apart. It’s the least you could do instead of just lazing around your home worrying about her.
Eventually, you arrive at the apartment building and get out, hauling your duffel bag over your shoulders and paying the uber a decently large tip and stepping inside making a beeline for the elevator and luckily, the lady at the front desk doesn’t question you.
You feel a mixture of emotions running through your body as you wait for the elevator to take you up to Jenna's apartment. On one hand, you're excited to finally see her after being apart for what feels like forever. On the other hand, you're a bit anxious about how she'll react to your surprise visit.
The elevator doors open, and you step out into a quiet hallway. You make your way down the hall, feeling a bit nervous as you approach the door to Jenna's apartment.
You feel your heart race as you knock on Jenna's apartment door. A few moments later, you hear soft footsteps and the sound of locks being undone. The door opens, and Jenna stands there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Before she can say anything, you step forward and wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace eager to feel her in your arms again. She immediately melts into you, clinging to you tightly.
You feel her shudder slightly, tense body relaxing under your hold and you take a moment to realize how much you’ve actually missed her. Her smell, the way she felt, her holding you. "You're here," she whispers.
"Of course I am," you respond, running your fingers through her dark hair. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo and feel the weight of her head on your chest. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and all the tension and worry of the past few weeks dissolves into nothing.
For a moment, you stand there, simply enjoying the sensation of her in your arms. You had gone too had been too long without holding the petite girl and she seemed to agree as her grip tightens on you.
You slowly pull away but not too far, reaching one hand up to rest on the side of her face causing her to look up at you with those beautiful brown eyes.
You smile, pressing a gently yet needy kiss to her soft lips that she immediately returns, placing both of her arms around your shoulders to pull you closer.
Then, with a sigh of contentment, you slowly pull away and gently lift her up bridal style and carry her inside the apartment, kicking your duffle back to sit beside the door.
As you make your way through the apartment, you take the time to look around the place. It was small but enough room for one person, her things liter around the place made it seem fit just for her. The take out boxes helped with that too.
You enter her room and gently set her down on her bed, noticing how exhausted she looks after the long hours she’s been working. Her skin is pale, and she has dark circles under her eyes from fatigue. You brush her hair back from her face, noticing how long it's grown since you last saw her, and kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "I'm here now," you say softly. "You don’t have to be alone anymore.”
Jenna looks up at you with a soft look on her face. The small smile made your heart melt, and you can feel her arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. You smile down at her, feeling the way your heart beat started up and warmth that filled your stomach. She seemed to always have that affect on you no matter how long you’ve known her.
"I missed you so much," Jenna says, her voice trembling.
"I missed you too," you reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A smell smile rest on your face as you stare at her, deep brown eyes tired but so full of life, freckles scattered across the pale skin she had earned from the lack of sun in Romania. "Let's get you some rest, okay?"
You help her shift into the bed and get comfortable, moving to lay beside her in the her back pressed into your front as you wrap your arms around her and pull her impossibly closer. Her arms wrap around yours, gripping tightly as she’s in a dream and you’ll disappear when she wakes.
You simply just kiss the back of her head, legs intertwining with hers and you take her hand, linking your fingers together and squeezing them gently.
You both lay there in the bed, listening to the gentle sound of each other's breathing, lost in each other's embrace. You feel your limbs growing heavy with weariness, but you don't want to let go. You want to stay here, in this moment, with her forever.
Just as you think you might drift off to sleep, you hear Jenna's voice, soft and husky. "I love you," she says, her breath warming the skin on your arms causing goosebumps to run along your skin.
You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too," you say, your voice just as quiet and tender as hers.
As you drift off to sleep, you're filled with a sense of peace and contentment. This is home, her in your arms.
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A/N: something I had saved in my notes for a bit.
Also please let me know what you think, I’m not sure about it😭
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matt sturniolo sfw alphabet headcannons
𐙚 head cannons!
authors note: heyy i hope you all enjoy this abc sfw matt headcannon. this is based off this request from @iammattswife. im excited to make a chris sfw too if anyone wants one! thank you for reading enjoy!!!
a- affectionate (how affectionate are they? how do they show this affection?)
knowing already how much matt cares for his family, i swear he’d be so affectionate. he’d just simply do little things like send you cute messages in the morning, or tell you have beautiful and amazing you are, just to remind you that he does care and love you.
b- babies (do they want a family with you? how good around kids are they)
yes! matt would absolutely be an incredible dad. he just seems like he’d be so gentle and loving if you were pregnant with his kids ugh. he also wouldn’t rush the thought of wanting kids with you if you guys were married. he’d sure bring the idea up every once in awhile, but he’s not too pushy about the entire thing. bro if his kids got his blue eyes, i’d be dead.
c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how often do they want to cuddle?)
matt would love cuddling. he’d want to cuddle during movies, just laying in bed together, after filming, or even just during a random afternoon. he’s definitely a little spoon, or big spoon when he knows you need to be held, but he’s totally a big teddy bear.
d- dance (do they like to dance with you? are they good at dancing?)
matt is the best dancer. justin’s words, not mine. if you guys are sharing airpods, or have music playing off each others phone or speaker, matt would just love to dance around with you. maybe it’s in his room, or the kitchen, or even in the parking lot after a kate drive. he’s always dancing and is willing to dance with you whenever.
e- effort (how much effort and energy do they put into your relationship? like dates, gift giving, anniversaries, bdays, etc.)
matthew sturniolo puts so much effort into your relationship. he’s making sure you feel love me and comfort all the time, and he spends hours planing dates. okay maybe not hours, but he spends a lot of time thinking on what makes a good date a good date. he doesn’t seem like someone who’d plan big parties or huge dinners, so when it comes to birthday presents or anniversary gifts, he tries to keep it low key and simple, but so meaningful. which i find so sweet.
f- fights (how do they handle fights?)
if you have any short of attitude or a tone towards matt, he’ll probably give you space. he has his mattitudie moments too, and doesn’t necessarily want to anger you more by trying to reason with you, but if something is really bothering you, he’ll definitely just want to talk to you.
if you guys had gotten in a argument about something together, the story would be a little different i feel like. he’d definitely not want to stay up all not pickering about something in, so he’d sleep it off, then immediately talk to you about it in the morning, reasoning with you. matt is so gentle and genuinely looks like he cares, even when he disagrees.
g- gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what you/significant other is doing bc for them?)
oh matt tells you he’s so grateful for you everyday. he makes sure your more than aware throughout the day, even if you aren’t exactly with him.
h- hand holding (when/how often do they like to hold hands?)
now we know what matt isn’t super on pda, but if you guys are in public together, he’s always holding your hand. in his pocket, at his side, behind your back, it’s always shuttle but comfortable.
i- insight (how easily can they read you? mood, feelings, tone, etc.)
i feel like matt reads body language easily. so if your like sloppy with your words or talking less, he’d probably ask if your okay because he reads these things.
j- jealousy (do they get jealous? if so, how easily? how do they deal with it?)
i feel like jealousy isn’t a issue in your relationship. matt isn’t like a pussy boyfriend who wines and cry’s when a guy looks at you. he definitely would trust you aren’t that type, and he trusts himself in not cheating. if he does get a rush jealousy of some sort, it’s probably because of some fool.
k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss you? where do they liked to be kissed?)
probably amazing. he’ll definitely love forehead kisses and innocent neck kisses. maybe some on your hand or cheeks.
l- love language (what is their love language?)
PHYSICAL TOUCH!!! matt is definitely the type of boyfriend to be touching you all the time. in the car, his hand placed on your knee or thigh. in public, your holding hands. during dinner, his foot is creasing yours under the table. he’s just naturally a physical touch boyfriend.
he’s definitely words of affirmation too.
m- mornings (how are mornings with them?)
lazy, but absolutely perfect. matt seems like he’d wake up early, but i feel like if it’s just you too laying in bed, you guys are laying in bed all morning. just holding each other and talking about cheesy things that need to get off your chest,
n- nicknames (what pet names/nicknames does he move to call you?)
oh matt’s calling you practically everything. babe, baby, beautiful, love, pretty, princess, your name ofc, etc. now he for sure mentioned bubba wubba isn’t on the table, but we know matt he’s lying.
o- open (how open to their feelings are they to you? when did they say they i love you? do they mention everything all at once, or wait to reveal things slowly?)
it would take matt awhile to completely come to his senses that he has someone to talk to. yes he’d be very straight forward how he feels, but it wouldn’t take him immediately realize and say it, he’d for sure need time to open up, but when he does he tells you everything.
p- patience (how patient are they with you? how easily angry do they get?)
matt would be so patience with you. if your having trouble getting something off your chest, he’s holding your hands assuring you
q- quality time (what do they do with quality time with you?)
most likely matt’s cuddling with you in his free time, or doing something crafty. like coloring or building legos, i’ve just got a cheesy feeling he’d do that.
r- rhythm (what songs/song reminds you of them?)
omg if you like taylor swift, you remind him of almost every single song. i know he mentioned taylor swift before, but like i have a feeling he’d just listen to a song you like from her on repeat because it reminds him of you.
if you don’t like taylor which is fine, you probably remind him of a frank ocean song (definitely godspeed or ivy), miguel song ((ALL I WANT IS YOU) love this song omg), or practically any mac miller song.
s- security (how protective are they when of you?)
he’s definitely more protective of you than you are of him. the sturniolo fandom is all over the place and he doesn’t really want his relationship interacting with weird and disrespectful fans. so he’ll try to distance you from car videos and on tour. when you are in a video it’s probably only for a few minutes in a vlog or a short mention.
t- tough guy (how tough are they around you?)
as chris likes to say matt is the tough guy, but when he’s with his s/o i know for a fact his tough guy shell breaks. he’s more like a little baby wanting love and comfort, then a big intense guy.
u- upset (how do they act when their upset/tired? what helps them feel better?)
we’ve all seen matt’s attitude. he can be mean, but he’s not the big bad wolf. he’ll definitely distance himself from you so he’s not getting angry at you for something he did, or even cranky with you. i think
v- vanity (do they care about how much makeup you wear or not? do they constantly care about what you wear?)
matt probably loves when you dress up and will constantly tell you how beautiful you look, but he won’t expect it out of you every day nor does he care what you wear. he wants you to dress comfortable while feeling yourself.
w- wildcard (a random head cannon for character)
weirdo head cannon but head scratches. i’ve got a gut feeling that matthew would absolutely love his girlfriend scratching his head through his hair with her nails. the two of you will be laying on the couch or his bed, him sitting in between your legs while you watch something off his phone and scratch his head. it’ll for sure probably be a stress reliever for him.
x- explicit (nsfw headcannon)
idk.. do you guys want one?
y- yearn (what do they do when they miss you?)
always texting and calling you. he’d probably send silly snap chat vlogs, or gifs to let you know he misses you and can’t wait to talk to you in person again. he also definitely calls you before bed too to wish you good night and to remind you he loves you.
z- zen (what makes them feel comfortable and calm?)
you. and your presence.
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Request: “The request that I have is for Leo from the 2007 film where the female reader is in a relationship with Leo and is at her apartment and is babysitting her cousins or siblings baby who is about 6 months old and one night Leo visits his girlfriend and is surprised when he sees the baby at first but as time goes by he and the female reader spend time together with the baby and Leo falls more in love with his girlfriend seeing her take care and loving the baby.”
Heart eyes
Pairings : 2007!Leo x reader
TWs: fluff, physical touch, kisses, pet names and more fluff!
- when coming up to the window of your apartment, Leo could see the absolute chaos that was unfolding.
- You had only mentioned to him vaguely of your babysitting duties of your baby niece.
- So this was a surprise, his beloved caring for a little baby.
- Instantaneously he felt his cheeks heat up as you held her as though she was made of glass.
- She was what looked to be finally asleep curled up in your warm arms, her little fingers grabbing onto yours.
- He climbed through your open window and cleared his throat as to not wake up the absolute angel in your arms.
- “Hey Leo, this is my baby cousin, ain’t she cute?”
- A small and tired smile adorned your beautiful face, hair slightly messy.
- Leonardo smiled back brightly, giving you heart eyes.
- He walked over and kissed atop your head and smelt your sweet new shampoo.
- He could live for moments like these.
- Like a punch in the gut, the moment ruined by your baby cousin letting out a hungry cry.
- Your face dropped and at that moment Leo noticed the clutter building in the kitchen.
- Dishes piled up taunting you with every plate added to the overgrowing tower.
- You shushed and coddled your baby cousin.
- “Honey, how about you warm up her bottle and I will take care of the mess , that sound okay?”
- Before you could even protest he made a beeline for the kitchen and got down to scrubbing
- . “shhh, you’re okay. Here see ? Your bottle little love, there she is.”
- Leo could listen to your comforting words for hours, your voice like smooth honey to him.
- His heart eyes grew even more.
- “She finished her bottle pretty well ! I’m going to put her down for a nap. Thank you so much for helping. You are my knight in shining armour <3”
- Leo smiled as you waddled towards the pop up baby bed that decorated most of your living room.
- She soon fell asleep and he felt as though he could explode with love. You have always been so caring and loving.
- Leo finished up the kitchen and came over to the couch where you sit. Rapping an arm around you he pulled you into a snuggle.
- You both felt your eyes closing as sleep took over you both.
- Heart eyes now on both your faces as you basked in each others warmth.
- He could get used to this.
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Behind the Scenes - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC
NOTES (edited): parst two and three have been written as requested: Never Letting You Go and Perfect Date
Pedro’s POV
"You guys ready?" Adam's voice is muffled as he calls through the blanket the costume team have covering him as they want to do a big reveal of the Bloater costume. Everyone cheers and we call count down to one before the blanket is dropped.
There's a small squeak and a hand is grabbing my left one tightly. Turning my head away from the most impressive bit of cgi and prosthetic I've ever seen I'm greeted by Y/N - Bella's older sister. She's got her eyes squeezed shut and her grip on my hand tightens as there's a mixture of fear and disgust on her face.
"It's okay," I wriggle her hand out of mine, ignoring her protests, so I can wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my neck without thinking and it's nice.
Bella catches my eye, wiggling her eyebrows as Adam disappears back into the costume trailer to get out of that slimy suit. I hold Y/N for a few more minutes as people dissapate back to where they came from or their stations.
"Come on mama," I coo, watching the way her cheeks go a bright shade of red when she steps away and her emerald eyes struggle to raise to meet mine.
"I.. uh… I should-" She points to where Bella and Nico are talking before scurrying over to them. The younger girls take one look at Y/N and burst into laughter, Nico acting out a fake swoon with her hand pressed to her forehead. Y/N doesn't hesitate to throw Nico over her shoulder and sprint off somewhere with the younger girl shrieking with even more laughter and Bella chasing after them yelling about giving her best friend back.
I can't help but chuckle at the chaos of those three, the back of my mind yelling at me to go after Y/N as I'm missing the feel of her body against mine. It felt natural to have my arm around her and the feel of her lips brushing my neck even if accidental.
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The next time I see Y/N she's curled up on one of the couches we have on set, head dropping then flying up as if trying not to fall asleep. Bella's sat next to her, on her phone, not paying attention to her older sister.
"Oh my god," Nico appears next to me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. She always just appears out of goddamn nowhere and it's become a thing on set, "Go over there right now."
She's shoving me in the Ramsey sisters' direction so I do as she says, walking over to them and sitting in the open space between the two. Bella grins up at me before being called away by Nico, a knowing look passing between them that has my blood running slightly colder as they're up to something.
"Oh, hey Pedro," Y/N's sleep filled voice is even more beautiful than her normal voice, words slurring slightly as she rubs her eyes sleepily. I shrug off the jacket I'm wearing and ball it up into a pillow shape before placing it on my lap. Y/N meets my gaze before practically collapsing on the makeshift pillow, out like a light. I shift a little so I can comfortable rest an arm over her shoulder and scroll through social media while she gets her much needed rest.
She eventually shifts onto her back, her face turned towards me as soft sounds leave her plump, pretty pink lips. She looks so peaceful and it always surprises me how different Y/N and Bella look despite being siblings. Y/N has reddish auburn hair while Bella's is dark brown and while Bella has such a boyish build Y/N's is all soft curves. Her skin blemish free except a small silver scar that crosses over the left side of her lips and freckles decorate her cheeks.
Before I can stop myself I'm caressing her cheek, heart pounding at the way she snuffles slightly before leaning into the touch. Oh god, I'm in love.
Too soon set are calling for me and Bella to continue filming. I don't want to walk her but I can't get up without disturbing her so I shake her gently. She groans softly and her eyes flutter open, looking around before meeting mine where I'm leant over her. Her cheeks fill with colour again as she flies up as if being caught doing something she shouldn't.
"Here," I hold out my jacket for her to take as I stand, raising an eyebrow when she hesitates before she takes it with a quiet 'thank you'.
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We don't cross paths again until we're filming in Canmore. It's freezing and not many people want to spend their free time outside so it's also been quite quiet for all of us. I've seen glimspes of Y/N and Bella outsides of filming but there's an ache in my chest that I'm not going to give anyone the satisfaction of admitting Y/N is the only one who can fill it.
Y/N's on set today, playing a background characters from Jackson. She looks gorgeous as ever, the snowy backdrop making her ethereal looking, that blush when she meets my gaze brighter than ever.
The shooting goes by quickly before Bella and I collapse on the couch, both wrapped up in hoodies and jackets. She begins to excitedly show me some more fan edits that have been made in the last few weeks, some from being on set. I love my fans so much, I mean I am their cool slutty daddy.
Y/N stumbles over, nudging at my knees which makes me look up at her in confusion. She doesn't speak, prying my legs apart before dropping to the floor between them so she can rest her back on against the sofa and her head on my knee. The innocent action of her dropping to her knees now imprinted in my mind forever. The things she does to me.
I continue to converse with Bella and watch edits and clips with her while my hands subconsciously begins to card through Y/N's hair as she's on her phone. The moment is perfect and I wish we could stay like this but of course it doesn't last long because Bella's being called to film. She's about to do the part with her and David while Joel is injured.
My hands move from her hair to her shoulders, massaging the knots. Her hand that was holding her phone drops into her lap, head falling against my knee and a beautiful sound leaving her lips. The sound goes straight to my crotch and it finally breaks my resolve.
I'm tugging her up, slightly surprised how pliant she is in my hands, before making her face me. Her gaze falls to mine and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip before she's gasping when I grab her hips and yanking her onto my lap. She shifts a bit so her knees are comfortably either side of me and I don't loosen the tight grip I have on her hips until she's settled.
"God, you're perfect," I breathe, our faces inches apart as I brush my thumb over her bottom lips, relishing in the way her breath hitches. It's all it takes for me to tangle that hand in her hair and pull her into a bruising kiss. She retaliates, teeth nipping at my own bottom lip before letting out a gasp as I press her hips down against mine with my other hand. It's sloppy, hot and everything I've wanted from Y/N.
I grip her chin, guiding her into a dirtier kiss and relishing in the way she's so malleable, letting me lead. Daring to deepen the kiss I brush my tongue across her lips, groaning when I taste the strawberries I saw her snacking on earlier.
"Fuck," She utters as I begin to trail lips down her neck, leaving no exposed skin untouched. I want to worship every part of her; wanting to hear every little sound I draw from her-
"Ahem!"
Y/N's shrieking and tries to scramble off my lap by my hands tighten and she just buries her face in my jacket, not wanting to see who caught us. The person being Gabriel and he's wearing a shit eating grin.
"I'm glad you too stopped dancing around each other but you may have just scarred Bella so this," He waves a hand at us, a teasing lilt to his tone, "Keep it safe when not in your trailers."
Trailers. The thought of Y/N spread out below me in my trailer has me just about ready to carry her there now but I don't want to rush this. I want this to be perfect; I want us to be perfect.
"I want to ruin you," I growl experimentally in her ear once Gabriel's gone and she mewls, pressing her body against mine but keeping her face hidden. I guide her back, so she can meet my gaze before I say, "I don't want to rush us though. I want us to go at your-"
"Take me to your trailer and ruin me."
"Yes ma'am."
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Drifting Away (Jan Valek x Female Reader)
Summary: After enduring a terrifying nightmare, you have trouble falling asleep. Then your vampire lover comes to comfort you.
A/N-Yay my first Valek fanfic :D. Valek has been giving me absolute brain rot after I watched the film seven times now (five when it was on Netflix this past year). I really went into writing this and love how it came out when I just finished it. I can’t wait to write more fanfics of this deadly and beautiful vampire.
Please enjoy ;)
Warnings: Mentions of death, nightmares, smidge of angst, and tons of tooth-rotting fluff in the end
Citrus Scale:🍎
W.C+: 1.9K
Taglist-@larabiatasstuff @fangirlstorycreator @virgo-mess @terrence-silver
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You had trouble sleeping again. It was the same thing night after night. They came back each time as always. The nightmares. Tossing and turning in the bed, as the sheets twisted around your body.
The nightmares kept you from waking up. Preventing you from breaking the spell they put you under. You couldn’t move at all. Every part of your body was frozen. You moaned at each toss and turn. Your white nightgown sticking to you.
It was the same nightmare. You didn’t know how and why they started. They were always the same one. Coming after you in your dreams each night.
Dark shadows of figures surrounding you in a circle. They wore all black robes, covering everything except their faces. Pale white faces that were paler than the moon. Their ruby red eyes burning as they looked down upon you.
Each one of them towered over your body. You couldn’t move at all. It felt like you were chained down against your will. Their faces showed no expression. They all had the same face. Looking at their red eyes one by one, they didn’t seem right. They were filled with anger or a rage of some sort.
But it wasn’t rage at all. It was hunger. Hunger burned in their eyes. Burning a hot red glow down upon you. Fear filled your entire body.
All of a sudden, their mouths began to open. Long, sharp fangs extending from the tops of their mouths. White and clean soon to be stained with blood. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Paralyzed with nothing but fear and no word to be spoken, you were trapped. Your heart raced uncontrollably. Flooding your ears with a painful noise.
Then one by one, the figures snarled and leaped at you. Their paled claw like hands grabbing you. Engulfing you in darkness and draining the life out of you. Everything was black now. Soon after came the screams. Loud and echoing through the darkness.
The screams were yours. The nightmare was taking hold of you. Swallowing you deeper and deeper into its cruel world. No way to escape from it. Until everything stopped.
“NO!” You screamed as you finally awoke. Breaking the spell the nightmare had you under. Your chest heaving with heavy, deep breaths. Gasping for air. Refilling your burning lungs. Every part of your body was cold and shaking.
Heart racing rapidly. Beating against your breasts. An awful thought ran across your mind. Quickly, your hand went up to your neck. Relief washed over you soon after. There was nothing left there. No bite marks. It wasn’t real. None of it.
Everything was the same in your room. Your Antoinette dressing table sitting across the room from your canopy bed. The lavender silk robe, hanging on the edge of the chair. Several bookcases that resided on the right side, filled to the brim with vintage and ancient books that seemed lost to time. The vintage chaise lounge sofa sat in the other corner of the room. The book you were reading was still sitting upon the cushions. And then the balcony. Both doors were opened wide., letting in the late night air in. The sheer pearl curtains dancing and twirling in the soft breeze. Moonlight pouring in, making the room glow a bit.
Nothing has changed. Not one bit of the room has changed. Your heartbeat softly slowed down. Beating at a normal pace again. You sat up and peeled the bed sheets off your lower body. You then swung your legs over and hung them off the edge of the bed frame.
Sweat beaded down your forehead. Covering your face with both hands, you slowly breathed in and out with deep breaths. It felt like the whole room was spinning around, making you feel sick from all the dizziness. Everything was making you feel sick.
Taking one last deep breath, you moved your hands from your face and into your hair. Combing your fingers through the (H/L) (H/C) strands. It felt hot and stuffy for you. You needed to get some fresh air and clear your mind.
Slowly you placed your feet onto the weaved rug and stood up. Raising both arms above, you stretch out your tired limbs and began to walk towards the balcony. Your feet padded against the cold, smooth stone of the tower. Leaving little echoes behind.
Once you stepped outside, the nighttime air greeted you with a gentle breeze. Cooling your face down, making you feel calm and collected now. Your nightgown skirt billowing and swirling around against your bare legs. It smelled sweet and fresh. Fully surrounded by forest and mountains. Nothing but peace and beauty at night.
The moon hung above in the inky bluish black sky, looking down at you. Brightly glowing with a gentle white light beaming everywhere. The stars twinkled and sparkling like little silver diamonds against the night sky. Feeling so surreal looking at this. You were very much used to it.
Resting your arms on the stone railing, you looked down from the tower’s balcony. The sound of the leaves and branches from the trees blowing in the breeze sounded like music to you. Gently creating soft sounds as it passed through each one.
Off in the distance, a wolf howled. Its howl echoing in the mountain’s valley. Calling out towards the moon above. The creature’s howl singing alongside the wind. A chorus of beautiful midnight music.
As you took in the nighttime spectacle of song, a wave of emotions suddenly came over you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and spilled down. Streaming down your face like a never ending waterfall. A soft sob escaped your lips.
The nightmares you’ve been having were taking hold of you whenever you were awake. Not letting go of your fragile mind. The dark figures haunting you, even with your eyes opened. Their claws ripping into you, with their sharp fangs tearing into your warm flesh.
Reliving your own death over and over night after night. It’s like you couldn’t escape from them at all. They’ll just continue with no end. Nothing will ever stop them.
“My love, are you alright?” Came a familiar from behind you. Quickly, you turned around to see it was your vampire lover Jan Valek. Standing in the door frame of the balcony, with a worried look on his face.
“Oh it’s you Valek,” you said in a soft sharp tone. “I couldn’t sleep. So I came out to get some fresh air,” you lied. You quickly turned back away from him. Using your thumb, you wiped away the tears before he sees them.
Continuing to look at the nighttime landscape, you felt him loom over you like a great shadow. “No. Something is troubling you my love.” He said in a hurt tone. “It’s nothing really Valek. Don’t worry about me,” you said, with your voice almost breaking.
Then you felt something icy and light, softly grip your chin. Realizing Valek placed his fingers under your chin, you slowly lifted your head up and looked at him with (E/C) eyes stained with tears.
“Oh my poor little robin. What has made you upset?” His voice sounded sorrowful the moment he saw your face. You let out a heavy sigh. “They did.” You said softly. “They who my dear?” he asked in return. “The nightmares.” Valek arched an eyebrow.
“I’ve been having trouble sleeping for a while. I thought it was nothing at first, but I was wrong. They were always the same one night after night.” You said in a soft tone.
“What were they about?” He whispered softly. Your heart skipped a beat from that question. “There were these pale faced figures, all cloaked in black. All of them circled around me. Trapping me with no way out. They were all staring at me with hungry red eyes. I couldn’t move or say anything. Fear had paralyzed my whole body. Their mouths opened, revealing sharp, cruel fangs. Then one by one, they attacked me. Lunging forward at my fear stricken body, covering me in total darkness. Biting and tearing into my flesh. Then it just stops and I wake up screaming.” You felt a heavy presence hovering above you now. Feeling the air change and shift.
“Oh (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me,” he sounded hurt and wounded.
“I didn’t want you to worry Valek,” you softly sobbed, turning away from him. Wanting to spare him of your tear stained face. “I didn’t want to burden you with my own demons. I didn’t hurt you in any way.” Breaking into a full sob. Everything felt like it was crashing down upon you. You never wanted your lover to see you all vulnerable and troubled by anything you were dealing with.
All of a sudden, you felt Valek wrap his arms around you. Nearly engulfing you with his towering form. “I forgive you my love,” he whispered softly in your ear. “Oh Valek!” You sobbed out, burying your face into his chest.
Valek ran his hand through your hair. Soothing and calming you in a way. His long, slender fingers tangled in the (H/L) (H/C) strands. “I do not blame you for anything (Y/N). You wanted to spare my feelings from what you’re dealing with. I will never let anything or anyone hurt my little robin.” He said, bending down and placed a kiss upon your head.
You slowly lifted your head up again to look at your lover. His diamond colored eyes sparkling inside the moon’s light. A warm and beautiful smile spread across his face. Reassuring you you’re safe with him.
“Come my little robin,” he said with a gleeful tone, “let’s return you to bed.” He then bent down and slowly picked you up bridal style. You felt being lifted into thin air the moment your feet left the ground.
Valek glided with you cradled in his arms back into the bedroom. With a swift movement, he placed you onto the mattress and pulled the sheets over your now tired body. Tucking you like a mother would do with her child.
“Now my little robin,” Valek cooed softly, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “close your eyes and dream of something sweet and beautiful.” Cupping your face with his hand.
“But Valek. What if the nightmares come back again,” you said with a worried voice. He softly shushed you with a finger to his lips. “I will stay with you while you slumber away. You have my word.” Placing his hand over his chest.
With a soft and swift motion, Valek climbed onto the bed and laid next to you. You turned over to look at him one more time before falling asleep.
“What do I dream of my love? I have nothing to dream about,” you said with a pain in your voice. “Anything. Anything you could think of. Any moment that was special to you in any way.” His voice started to fade away.
Slowly your eyes began to close as Valek continued to talk to you softly. Reassuring you he’ll keep you safe, while you sleep peacefully. “Dream peacefully my love. I’ll be here for you,” he said as he placed a kiss upon your forehead.
As you finally fallen asleep, you began to dream about the first time you met Valek.
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A Name is a Name
In which you and Eddie have yet to find the right name for your daughter.
It’s an early, quiet morning in Hawkins. The Sun just barely peeking out between the forest trees of the trailer park. The television is turned on low for back ground noise as you rest on the couch, your newborn snoozing in your arms.
You had spent time with your little bundle of joy since four thirty this morning trying to get her to fall back to sleep, not wanting to wake Eddie who was as cozy as possible in your shared bed.
You look down at your baby girl. Her little tuff of hair was closer to your own waves, but her eyes, she definitely had Eddie’s eyes. Something you found yourself entranced by every-time she cooed and looked into your own.
You were brought out of your trance by the smell of coffee wafting nearby. You turn your head slightly and see your metal head boyfriend holding out the familiar Garfield mug to you.
“Morning, beautiful.” He says, as you shift to lay the sleeping infant against your chest with one hand and used the other to except the mug.
“Thank you,” you say, the smell of caffeine instantly keeping you awake.
He moves to sit next you, placing his arm around your shoulders. “You know, I told you to wake me up when she’s up. I hate you doing all work, sweetheart.”
“I don’t mind.” You reply, taking a sip from your mug. “The campaign ran longer than usual last night, I thought you could use the rest.”
“Sweetheart, you carried her for nine months and had to push her out. The least I can do help with her diapers and put her back to bed.” He says, placing his mug down. He gestures for you to hand her over.
You set your own mug down before gently lifting her into his arms. She moves and whines before settling back down against his chest, pacifier comforting her once more.
You could help but smile at the two, your heart melting instantly. Eddie noticed and grinned back.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You replied. “You two just look so sweet.”
“Well, she’s got most of your looks so no doubt she’ll be the most beautiful kid in Hawkins.”
“I’m sure she will, but only because she has your eyes.”
“The eyes you couldn’t resist.”
“Yep, your eyes were whole part of your seduction technique.”
Eddie just cracks a smile and gives you a wink, making you giggle.
“You know it’s been a little over a week now and this beautiful child still doesn’t have a name.” He reminds you.
You sigh, placing your hand to your temple. “I know, I know. I just haven’t heard one that fits her.”
“Well let’s go over the list.”
“Eddie, I am sorry but we are not naming our child Stevie. I don’t want Harrington to think we named her after him. And Rebecca just doesn’t sound it.”
“Okay, well how about Samantha? Or Josie?”
“Josie? Absolutely not. And Samantha? Nope.”
“Well she can’t be nameless forever, sweetheart.”
“I know but nothing fits.” You had struggled during the pregnancy to find a name and eventually given up. You were hoping once she arrived it was come instantly, but now it just seemed harder.
It falls quiet and your eyes wander to the television which was playing Grease. You watched as Sandy began singing ‘Hopelessly devoted to you’. You hummed the song quietly, it had always been your favorite song from the film.
As you hummed the song softly, you stopped abruptly and looked closer at the screen. Specifically at Sandy.
“Olivia,” you say.
Eddie looks to you. “Olivia?”
“Olivia Munson?” You try out loud.
He looks down at the snoozing baby and rubs her back softly. “Olivia Munson. That sounds perfect.”
You move to scoot closer to the pair and run a hand gently to rub her soft growing hair. “Little Olivia Munson.”
As if she heard the name her self, the baby lightly coos as she snuggles closer to her father. Eddie let’s out a chuckle.
“I think she approves.” He moves gently to place a kiss on your temple.
#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson#joseph Quinn#starnger things#Eddie Munson Drabble#eddie munson x you#dad!eddie Munson x mom!reader
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Hide and Snake 🐍 (Part 1) (Ominis x F!MC)
Oh hey I'm back with another Ominis long fic! I promise the uploads for this one will be quicker since I'm going off of an already established story. I know there's a small group of Horror obsessed and HL obsessed folks out there, so I'm hoping this finds y'all!
@huntress-valkyrie had a lovely idea in the Ominis discord server for a fic based on the horror-comedy Ready or Not, but it's Ominis's family and a newlywed MC and Ominis. If you haven't seen the film, you should, but here's a full plot synopsis.
TLDR - main character marries into a rich family who initiate her into the family with a deadly game of hide and seek. So she has to survive the night and fight off her new in-laws. You can see why this works so well with the Gaunts.
So yeah, hope you enjoy this! Please be sure to read the warnings as well cause this is going to get violent.
Hide and Snake (Part 1) - Ominis Gaunt x Female MC (2.7k words)
Warnings: Smut - Violence - D34th - Please do not read unless you are 18+!
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
*artwork by the incredible @margottheviking 💕
MC awoke bright and early, taking in the sunlight that bathed the bedroom in a beautiful glow. She reached a hand out, but found the other side of the bed empty. As she sat up, she found her fiancé near the door of their connected bathroom. He appeared to have just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet. She hopped off the bed to greet him.
Ominis had heard the sound of shuffling on the bed and smiled. “Oh darling, you’re up already? It’s too early for you to be up.” He smiled, holding out his arms as an invitation for an embrace which she gladly took as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Says the one who’s also already up!” She teased. “Besides, I couldn’t sleep. I know you said to try not to worry, but I just…want everything to be perfect.” Ominis could hear the nervousness in MC’s voice. His grip around her tightened. “Everything’s going to be alright, darling. Just ignore my family. All that matters is you and I. In a few hours we’ll be husband and wife.”
“I’ll try.” MC sighed as she pulled Ominis into a long gentle kiss, his soft lips providing her further comfort. “You know darling, I know just the thing to make you feel better.” A sultry smile formed on Ominis’s face as he lightly pushed MC back onto the bed. MC, well aware of where this was going, moved herself backwards on the bed, allowing Ominis space to join her in between her spread legs.
He hovered over her, his lips crashing into hers as they passionately kissed. Ominis’s lips then moved down to her neck, biting and sucking her skin. “Ominis! Seriously? You want me to have marks all over my neck in our photos?!” MC shouted.
Ominis chuckled. “Sorry, my love! You’re absolutely right. There’ll be plenty of time for me to mark up your neck later.” His lips moved back to hers, resuming his attack on them.
Ominis pulled his lips away to slowly slide off the night slip MC had been wearing, having ditched his towel when he joined her on the bed. He took his length in his hand, running himself through her already wet folds before he slowly pushed into her, MC sighing at the stretch.
His thrusts were hard but slow, sinking deep into her before slowly pulling out up to his tip, and then slamming back into her. The bedroom filled with the lewd sounds of their moans, MC’s getting louder as her orgasm approached. “Just think, in a few hours, you’ll officially be mine forever. We could do this every single day if we wanted to.” Ominis said between moans. MC smiled, trying to form a sentence, but being too blissed out that it was difficult. “Oh Ominis! I love you…I…” her words were replaced with a loud whimper as she came. Ominis picked up his pace as he listened to the beautiful sounds of her orgasm, eager to get there himself. His orgasm hit seconds later with a groan, as he emptied himself into her, her body taking in every drop of him.
After they had come down from their orgasms, Ominis rolled off of MC to his own side of the bed. It was then that MC looked up and let out a scream as she saw Ominis’s older brother, Marvolo, standing in the doorway of their bedroom. MC frantically grabbed the blankets to cover herself. “Darling, are you okay?!” Ominis asked.
Marvolo answered him for her. “She’s fine. Seems like you both are doing quite fine”. He raised his eyebrows at MC. “Couldn’t wait a few hours to fuck her huh, Ominis? What would father think if he knew you were engaging in premarital sex in his own home?” Marvolo chucked, a wicked smirk painted on his face as he ogled MC. She gripped the blankets tight to her body as she shot him a disgusted glare.
Ominis let out an annoyed sigh. “Oh for goodness sake, do you need something, Marvolo?!”
“Oh right, father wanted to see you, actually. He’s out in the garden.”
Ominis let out another annoyed sigh, getting up and throwing on a bathrobe. “You should probably start getting dressed, darling!” Ominis said to his soon to be bride before exiting the room and heading down to the garden. Marvolo still stood in the same spot still staring at MC.
“You know, we’ve still got time if you want to have a quick fuck before we’re considered family.” he said with a wink. “Not a fucking chance!” MC said without hesitation. “And besides, fucking your family doesn’t seem like an issue to you anyways. Isn’t your wife a distant cousin?” MC shot Marvolo a smile. Marvolo sneered at her before leaving, slamming the bedroom door on his way out.
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Once MC was ready, Ominis found her back in his bedroom. They wanted to have a moment alone. The couple held each other close, breathing each other in. MC pulled away from Ominis and took his hands in hers, placing them on her stomach so he could feel the fabric of her dress.
He ran his hands along her stomach, the top half of the dress being made of a lace fabric with floral embroidery on it. He smiled as he felt the fabric in his fingers. His hands ran up the sides of her stomach to her breasts, feeling for where the dress stopped and her skin began. The neckline seemed to be a V neck that plunged down to the end of her sternum, as he felt bare skin between and above her breasts. The lace floral pattern repeated in her sleeves, as well as the bottom half of her dress. The bottom half being a simple straight skirt that reached her ankles. He relished in the thought of how beautiful she must look right now. His hands explored the rest of her. Her hair was styled in soft, long curls. A tiara was fixed on her head, which seemed to have little raised leaf pieces on it. Her neck adorned with a necklace containing a large emerald stone that was held in place by a snake (a family heirloom gifted by Ominis), and finally, her hands were only adorned with one piece of jewelry, her engagement ring - an oval shaped emerald stone surrounded by three small diamonds on each side.
Ominis could no longer keep his composure, as tears began to fall. He knew very little joy in his life, MC being one of the only lights in his dark world. He loved her more than anything, and the fact that she had agreed to marry him, despite everything, made him so grateful for her.
MC began to cry as well, throwing her arms around Ominis. “I love you Ominis.” She whispered. “I love you too, darling.” he whispered back. They were both confident this would be the best day of their lives. Nothing could go wrong.
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Ominis took MC’s hand and led her into the garden of the Gaunt estate, where his parents waited. They were not fond of her due to her status as a half blood, her mother being a witch, and her father being a muggle. Despite her mother coming from a pureblood lineage, the fact that she had mingled with a muggle and produced a half blooded daughter was an insult to wizardkind, according to the Gaunts. Although the Gaunts had allowed Ominis to go through with marrying MC, they made their distaste for her known every moment they could, every day, including today.
As they approached a floral arch that had been set up for photos, Mrs. Gaunt eyed MC up and down with a scowl on her face. “Interesting choice” was all she had to say in response to MC’s dress, but her scowl turned to absolute rage when her eyes took note of the snake necklace MC was wearing. The tension was immediately broken when Marvolo took note of MC, letting out a crude whistle, completely unfazed by his wife and two children standing right next to him.
MC let out a frustrated sigh as she squeezed Ominis’s hand. The only reason they were here at all was because the Gaunts had offered to pay for their entire wedding, which was an offer they couldn’t decline, as much as they wanted to. Ominis was trying to milk his parents as much as he could, knowing that he intended to cut them off entirely once he and MC were married. They just had to survive tonight, and then they could escape his family for good.
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Time seemed to stop as MC walked down the aisle. All of her worries in life faded as she kept her gaze locked on Ominis. She only wished that Ominis could actually see her right now. The ceremony was quick, performed by Sebastian, and concluded with an unbreakable vow - the ultimate gesture of their love. They vowed to love and cherish each other, to support each other, and do anything to protect each other, until death did them part. They were bound for life with this spell, promising that they’d be together forever.
Their reception went on for far longer than Ominis would have preferred, not one for parties himself. By the time the party began to dwindle down, all of their friends had left, and the only people in attendance were Gaunt family members. The newlyweds took advantage of the emptiness to sneak off to Ominis’s bedroom.
MC threw herself onto the bed, pulling Ominis by his tie to join her. His lips crashed into hers as they engaged in a sloppy, wet, tongue forward kiss. MC hummed against his lips. She let out a sigh when he pulled away from her, but her dissatisfaction was immediately resolved when Ominis’s hands moved down to find the bottom of her dress as he dipped his upper body under it. MC let out a gasp, heat already pooling between her thighs. One hand moved up her bare leg until it was met with a soft lacy fabric around her thigh - her garter. He chuckled to himself before grabbing it with his teeth and pulling it down her leg. MC let out a soft moan as Ominis’s lips trailed down her leg. He then dipped back under her dress again, reaching for her panties, pulling them down with his hands this time. But his mouth wasn’t done just yet, because once her panties were out of the way, his lips latched onto her clit. MC let out screams of pleasure as Ominis worked her, alternating between sucking and licking her.
MC could feel her walls clenching, her body telling her she was about to orgasm. Her screams were reduced to whimpers. “Ominis! PLEASE don’t stop…I think…I’m going to…-”
Her words and orgasm were interrupted as the door to their bedroom was thrown open, Marvolo being the one to intrude once again. “At it again, eh?!” He said with a chuckle. MC let out an annoyed groan as Ominis removed himself from under her dress. “WHAT do you want now?! Can’t you see we’re busy? I’m the blind one here, not you!” Ominis said through gritted teeth.
Marvolo chuckled once again. “You’re wanted downstairs, both of you.”
MC slipped her panties back on and took a hold of Ominis’s hand as they reluctantly headed downstairs.
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When they arrived in the dining room they found Ominis’s family sitting around the dining table. At the table were his mother and father, Marvolo and his wife, who’s name she was never told. Their two children were not present, likely put to bed already. The four of them eyed MC, twisted, evil grins on their faces. MC’s breathing picked up, and she squeezed Ominis’s hand, hoping he could feel the fear in her. Thankfully, Ominis was very familiar with MC’s body language, picking up on it immediately. “Father, mother, why have we been summoned?” Ominis asked.
Mrs. Gaunt was the one to respond. “Oh please sit my dear boy, both of you. We have a little surprise for the newest member of our family.” Mrs. Gaunt continued to stare at MC. MC could feel her heart racing. She didn’t have her wand, having left it in Ominis’s room all day. Ominis of course had his already drawn, using it to determine his surroundings. “Ominis…” MC whispered, unable to mask the worry in her voice. He squeezed her hand affectionately. “It’s alright, darling.” he whispered back as they sat down. He was trying to remain strong for her, but he himself was concerned.
Mr. Gaunt was the one to speak next, standing up from his seat at the head of the table. Behind him was a mantle containing various family heirlooms, and above the mantle was a rather large portrait of Salazar Slytherin, Ominis’s family being direct descendants of the Hogwarts founder. Despite being in Slytherin house when she was at Hogwarts, she knew very little about the man, only knowing what Ominis told her - he was keen on dark magic, and hated muggleborns and halfbloods.
“MC, as I’m sure you know by now, our family prides itself on our lineage, as descendants of Salazar Slytherin. For years we’ve kept our bloodline pure. You’re the first addition that’s tainted the bloodline.” MC’s breath hitched. Panic was settling in. She looked over at Ominis from the corner of her eyes, worry beginning to over take his face as well.
Mr. Gaunt continued. “However, it seems as though you have some pureblood lineage in you as well, and being that our son insisted on marrying you, we’ve decided we’d be happy to welcome you into our family, so long as you can pass a trial we have planned for you.”
“A trial?” MC thought to herself, but before she could answer, Ominis stood, his wand drawn. “She’s not participating in any stupid trial to prove her worth to you. She’s already my wife. And if you so much as lay a finger on her there will be hell to pay!”
“I suggest you watch your tone little brother, otherwise neither of you will be leaving here alive!” Marvolo growled at his brother, standing with his wand drawn as well.”
MC spoke up without much thought, eager to diffuse the situation that was brewing. “What is this trial you speak of?” she spoke to Mr. Gaunt.
Mr. Gaunt gave her a smile. “We’re going to play a little game, a game of hide and seek. We’ll give you three minutes to hide, the rest of us will try and find you. The game ends at sunrise. If you can manage to evade us by sunrise, you’ll be a respected member of the family, and we’ll leave you and Ominis alone. But if we find you, we’ll kill you. Another dirty blooded little bitch sacrificed in Salazar Slytherin’s name.” He let out a hearty chuckle as he finished his sentence.
True fear was painted on MC’s face. She had known Ominis long enough to know his family wasn’t one for jokes, and had no issue killing or harming anyone they wanted. “Are you mad?! My wife isn’t some plaything you can torment. I won’t stand for any of it.” He aimed his wand towards his father, but was immediately met with drawn wands from Marvolo and his mother, who spoke.
“Put the wand down, son. All of the doors and windows have been enchanted with an anti-unlocking spell, so you have no choice. Anyone not of pureblood status needs to prove their worth, and this is how we’re doing it”
MC knew there wasn’t going to be an easy way out of this. Her fear slowly turning to rage and a determination to win this stupid game. “So, I just need to survive the night? That’s it? No last minute rule changes?”
Mrs. Gaunt smiled. “Yes. We’re going to play some music, you’ll have three minutes to hide, and once the music stops, we’ll try to find you.” she turned and began to walk over to a phonograph in the corner of the room. “You should probably get a move on.”
Marvolo interjected. “Ominis can try to help you find a good hiding spot, but we know he won’t be much help!” He let out a sigh. “You better hope I don’t find you first, pretty girl, ‘cause we’ll be having some fun together before I kill you!” He gave her a wink.
MC stood from the table, breathing heavily. As soon as Ominis felt her stand, he grabbed her hand, the pair running from the dining room as the music from the phonograph started, officially beginning the game.
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@andrewmoocow Personally I find them to be misguided. There is a very well-done analysis video I've cited before that talks about the animation and why it ends up looking like AI, and I think it really addresses this argument better than I could --
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-- but TL;DR, the animation looks "fake" largely because of stylistic decisions (l.e. turning off motion blur with the thought it would look "more like 2D") that weren't well thought-out. And I actually think the film's writing issues run into the same problem.
Because here's the thing -- writing high fantasy is not as easy as it looks. I can testify to this because I myself am writing a draft for a high fantasy novel right now.
All these years, Disney has been in an advantageous position with their animated films largely being adaptations of previous works, since they're already given a lot of the parameters a writer needs to build a world, plot, and characters. In a Snow White adaptation, for instance, you need a vain queen, an innocent princess, a prince, seven dwarfs, a magic mirror, and a poisoned apple, as well as a fairy tale world where these things fit comfortably. And since so much mainstream fantasy is largely inspired by medieval Europe, that aesthetic remains very familiar with audiences to the point that you need a lot less explanation for things. We don't really need an explanation for the political landscape of Cinderella because we see "fairy tale kingdom" and immediately know it's an absolute monarchy led by generally amiable rulers. We're not surprised when fairies appear in Sleeping Beauty, or when a magical sword predicts who should be king in The Sword in the Stone, or when Tiana and Naveen are turned into frogs in The Princess and the Frog, or when trolls appear in Frozen -- all of these magical conventions fit within the usual fantasy aesthetic and really don't need any explanation or backstory. I'd hazard to say that most people -- aside from those nitpicky critic types who get all hung up on how many servants are in Beast's castle just because they saw a bunch of extra silverware in the Be Our Guest sequence -- just don't bother questioning these things. And the original material also gives some shape and form to the adaptation's story, characters, and overall feel. It doesn't matter how close the finished product matches the original idea or even how familiar the audience is with that original material -- it still provides a jump-off point and sense of focus for the writer(s), the same way fanfiction (even an AU fanfic) can, in contrast to original content.
All right, well, what about those Disney projects that aren't fantasy? Well, in the case of stories like Treasure Planet, Robin Hood, and Mulan, they're still based off preexisting properties that people will find familiar enough that the writers can focus more on the adaptation's unique additions and not focus on detailed backstories and explanations about how the world and societies depicted in the story work. It's a lot easier to just focus on the fantastical elements like the space tech, talking animals, or Mushu and the ancestors if the rest of the story and cast are relatively easy to understand. Even in the case of original stories like The Lion King (which admittedly was largely inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet, but I digress), Lilo and Stitch, and Lady and the Tramp, they still exist in a non-magical world that closely resembles ours, with only superficial changes like animals being able to talk or the existence of aliens. Even quasi-historical settings like The Great Mouse Detective and Atlantis: The Lost Empire look enough like our real-world equivalent that their settings are largely recognizable to us.
In just about all Disney animated films, the screenwriters didn't have to world-build that much. They didn't have to put the character development and plot on hold to explain the rules of the universe these stories take place in that often -- not unlike how writers like Rick Riordan didn't have to explain as much about the country his hero Percy Jackson lives in, because his books are an urban fantasy where our real world is just "plused up" with magical elements. We don't need to know if gravity works on the story's characters the way it does for us. We don't need to be told about the political landscape, history, or terrain of our location. We don't need to ask whether dying is something our characters can come back from.
Wish, on the other hand, is an original story in a high fantasy setting that doesn't resemble our world. People might try to claim it takes place in the Iberian Peninsula, but come on -- Rosas is a completely fictional country in a world that has magic we don't know the rules of and countries that faintly resemble cultures from our world, but we don't know the histories of or how similar they actually are to their real-world inspiration. We also have a cast of characters we've never met in any other media and a story and messages that we know nothing about beforehand. This means that we have no preexisting framework going in for what's possible and impossible in this world; no frame of reference about who these characters are and what their histories are; and no parameters that the plot, characters, and themes must fit inside, whether based on the fantastical story being adapted or a real-world setting that's a lot like ours. And I don't think that Disney really thought through just how challenging it can sometimes be to tell this kind of a story without stuffing the script with a lot of "tell" and not "show," which, as just about any film person can tell you, is the exact opposite of what you generally want. In film scripts, you want to show your audience a lot more than you tell them -- this not only takes full advantage of the visual medium and communicates your point in a much more natural and artistic way, but it also lets your audience think for itself and come to its own conclusions.
Now of course, can you write a high fantasy original story that's easy to follow and evokes a lot of emotion in your audience? Of course! But it does take time and a lot of careful and creative world-building. J.R.R. Tolkien was the king of such things. George R. R. Martin has done it. Neil Gaiman has done it. Ursula K. Le Guin has done it. Even the writer of the Nimona graphic novel, ND Stevenson, did a good job of it! But I think it's quite clear that Wish's script was not in the works that long -- development of the original idea started back in 2018, yes, but it wasn't until January 2022 that it was announced Jennifer Lee was writing it and Julia Michaels was brought on to write the songs, so the film's current trajectory likely wasn't pinpointed until then. And if the film was released in November 2023, then that means Wish's script was finished in under two years. Although there are successful Disney scripts that I daresay needed only that much time (Frozen, for instance, was quite rushed, by all accounts), once again, those scripts were done for stories with some sort of preexisting framework that allowed the writers to skip explaining certain visual or contextual short-hand in favor of focusing on their own creative flourishes in character and story. They were written with a tighter focus on the plot and its players without the need to build a complete stage under them.
The reason some people want to cry "AI!" when they look at Wish's writing is that they're looking at a script that makes the rookie writing mistake of exposition-dumping in an attempt to make its audience care, rather than evoking emotion. That kind of exposition-dumping is something that most novelists usually have to trim and rewrite in future drafts of their work: it's a mistake done while the writer is trying to world-build enough that their audience understands all of these original rules, societies, locations, and characters they're not familiar with. This exposition is then often trimmed down before publishing, and when adapted for the screen it's often trimmed even further or even completely rewritten, in favor of more visual methods of conveying the same information. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz writes about Dorothy traveling down the Yellow Brick Road and about the long journey that takes her and her friends through a lot of side adventures on their way to the Emerald City: it's the famous film adaptation that cuts out the Kalidahs and puts the whole trip to jaunty music for the characters to sing and dance to. Wish could've communicated to us the importance of the wishes to their owners through more visual means, but instead feels the need to reiterate this idea over and over through written dialogue. And again, this is a common mistake by writers when they're inexperienced in creating completely original content, as opposed to spin-offs, sequels, or adaptations of other people's work.
AI writing is generally known for repetitive phrasing and sentence structure, lack of accuracy, and lack of a personal touch. As much as I'll agree that there are a lot of character and world-building choices in Wish that don't make sense, I don't think that's the same thing. There clearly was a story someone (or multiple people) wanted to tell about a person hoarding the precious ideas of other people away, even if it means those ideas can never be shared with the world -- it just wasn't a story that ended up being told that well. And I think this is why Wish is almost worth seeing -- it serves as a good example of why certain writing decisions work better than others and how writing for fantasy projects and/or "family entertainment" is an art form that's worthy of respect when it's done right.
To sum up my stance on the matter -- I think Disney just bit off way more than it could chew and then didn't give its writers enough time to properly digest it.
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Why is Maurice (1987) such a devastating movie? (So many spoilers ahead)
First, it's a historical film because it's based off a book that's over a hundred years old. It's based off of the authors life being scared to be in love with a man in the early 1910's. Written in 1913-14, it was only able to be published a year after the author died, in 1971.
The film was made with so much passion. And you can see it in the production and acting. Hugh Grant and James Wilby both do such an amazing job acting as though they have this beautiful, passionate love that goes on for years. Only until Clive (Hugh Grant) decides that it's not worth it to hide their love, so they should break up and marry women. You can see in Clives body language that when he and Maurice start talking again, he's still not quite over Maurice (I have no doubt that Clive was possibly bi, but I'm not here to speculate). And Maurice never quite gets over Clive, so he sends himself to conversion therapy. This just makes him and his platonic time with Clive absolutely miserable. And then when Clive, in a moment of weakness, makes Maurice kiss his hand, they both make eachother suffer. They know in that moment that they want a romantic embrace that had comforted them so many years ago, but if they were to let that happen, they'd lose everything for it. So they suffer in silence as their love turns into a bitter sweet feeling.
In the same scene that the kiss on the hand happens, you can see that Maurice is writing a tragic letter. My belief is that this is possibly a suicide note from his depression of being forced to repress his homosexuality. This could also be from his broken heart. Maurice never truly gets over his broken heart until Alec Scudder (Rupert Graves) comes in his room and they sleep together. Maurice knows this is a bad idea, and tries to cut him off. But, Alec is desperately in love with him. This leads him to attempting to blackmail Maurice, but they both end up together.
When Maurice tells Clive that he's no longer in therapy and that he's in love with Alec, Clive laughs. But later you can see he's hurt by this, angered almost.
I honestly thought that Alec was the wrong choice for Maurice and that Clive and him would've been much happier together. But Clive always was seeking a woman to marry, and that would've also been the wrong choice. There's no right, no wrong choice. It's all happy and sad and everything in between. It makes me feel so much passion and sadness.
I'm genuinely sorry for anyone who read that entire rant.
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#maurice#maurice 1987#maurice 1914#hugh grant#rupert graves#james wilby#movies#i have so many thoughts#i have too much free time#movie buff
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