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justmeinadaze · 9 months

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We're A Family Part 17 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Thank you for your patience with me. I'm still moving a bit slow but I've been living in my comfort fics while writing a new comfort fic so yeah <3

Warnings: Dads Steddie and Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, mostly near the end with a lot of passion between da boys. FLUFF , we have an adorable addition to the Munson-Harrington crew <3 as well as Ro's birthday. ANGST because I'm me, Steve does something stupid with the best intentions, Him and Eddie get into a fight, Eddie's dad makes a cameo, Eddie talks about first moving in with Wayne, Dylan talks about divorce (dont panic! Its fine. We're all fine. Im not that angsty.) and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5369

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, what are the bets this time around?” The doctor grins as he looks at your little family.

“We’re at 3 to 2 with girl being in the lead.”, Steve beams.

“I love it. Let’s take a look.”

It had been about four months since you found out you were pregnant again and this time around was rough. The first few months were spent throwing up pretty much everything you ate and your cravings had been stronger than they had been before. You found yourself getting grumpier and more irritable which the boys didn’t seem to mind, doing everything they could to make things easier.

You got the house by the lake and everyone (especially Wayne) was excited for the move. Aurora’s birthday was coming up soon which, while still happy, always made you and Eddie nervous. That first year his mom showed up at your door and the two birthdays after she called his phone begging him to come speak at his father’s appeal.

Steve finally told his mom that you were pregnant with his biological child and she was over the moon. He begged her not to tell his dad and so far she seemed to honor his request.

“Alright, Munson-Harrington gang. Congratulations, it looks like we have a healthy baby boy!”

***

“Ok, we have to think of a name.”, Eddie mused as he took a bite from the burger on his plate. “What do you think, kid?” Dylan shrugs causing the metalhead to playfully role his eyes. “You’re no help. What about you, my angel?”

“Han.”, Aurora smiles as she chews on her fries.

“I wouldn’t hate that. Harrison Ford in those earlier movies was so sexy.”

Your son makes a face as both men laugh. “You don’t have any special memories with a name? Like I did with Ro?”

Eddie thought for a moment before a smirk crept across his lips. “James.”, he nods, shifting his gaze towards you two. “When my mother left me with Wayne, I was confused. I genuinely thought she would be coming back so I sat on his couch by the door and just waited. Every now and then he would ask if I was ok or if I needed something and I always told him no. Right before dinner that night, he sat at his little table in the trailer with this rickety, old acoustic guitar and started playing Dio’s Rock n’ Roll Children.”, he chuckles.

Dylan leaned against his side and Eddie lifts his arm to wrap around his shoulders.

“Now my uncle is a god-awful singer but man could he play. I was so fascinated by how his fingers moved that I got up to sit with him. He smiled, placing a sandwich in front of me and I ate as I watch him. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to play the guitar. It took me a few days to realize Lynn wasn’t back but Wayne was always there with a new song. Anyway…”, he sighs as his voice becomes lighter. “The lead singers name is Ronnie James.”

You and Steve smile at him as you caress his leg under the table with your foot.

“I like James.”

“Me to.”, the other man agrees. “James Wayne Munson-Harrington.”

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“Oh, Y/N, you guys don’t have to do that.”, Wayne bashfully grins.

“We know but we’re going to because we want to.” Winking at him, you stick your fork into the cake on the counter.

“Honey, we have plates.”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s this thing UNDER the cake.” Steve playfully narrows his eyes in your direction. “Look everyone else said they were full and I’m eating cake for two!”

He holds up his hands defensively as Eddie rounds the corner with Ro who reaches for her grandpa, demanding he hold her.

“Listen here you. No more birthdays. We’re stopping today at four, understand?”

“No, granpa! I…be…a big girl.”, she declares tossing her hands in the air.

The phone rings and Steve chuckles as he reaches over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hello. This is a collect call from Hawkins Penitentiary from inmate: Al Munson. Will you accept the call and charges?”

The man glances at Eddie who now has a big smile on his face as he tickles Aurora who in turn hides in Wayne’s neck hoping her father can’t reach her. After a few seconds, he hangs up.

“Who was it, baby?”, you ask.

“Wrong number.”

****

Steve’s foot bounces as he waits behind the glass, eyes constantly searching his surroundings. A guard on the other side, opens a door and brings over the prisoner placing him front of the awaiting man. He had never met Eddie’s dad but he had seen a few pictures. The inmate looking at him now was much older and worn by prison life. He did have a lot of his husband’s features especially in the face but his eyes weren’t as soft as Eddies.

“You’re not my son.”

“No…no I’m not and neither is Eddie.” Allen squinted at his guest in confusion. “Look, I just came down here to tell you and Lynn to leave him alone. Every time we change our number, you guys always find it again and bother him on what is supposed to be a day about his daughter, not you. He spent so much time worried about you both and paying for the sins of everything you guys did to him. It’s time for him to be happy.”

“I see. And what are you going to do if I don’t, Mr. Harrington? Call the cops?”, he snickered. “I have done more than enough time to pay for my own sins. Edward could really help me out here and as my son he should want to.”

“What he wanted was a father and he found that in Wayne when your wife abandoned him. He gave up on you a long time ago.”

“Why are YOU here? Do you speak for him now since you fuck him?” Steve’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man’s comment. “Oh yeah. I know about you, him, and that girl…what’s her name. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about any of that. If my son wants to bend over and—”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking finish that sentence, Allen, or I swear God.”, he growled. “Listen, leave him alone and I can help you in here.”

“How can you help me?”

“I have some money set aside. I can give you some to make things a bit easier.”

Eddie’s dad’s jaw clenches as he weighs his options. “$500 a month and we have a deal.”

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A few months had passed and your little family had moved into your new home. Right on time to because about a month after James decided he was ready to join the Munson-Harrington clan.

Aurora was completely fascinated by the new baby.

“Dada, bra-der tiny.”

“He’s going to be tiny right now, honey. You have to be very careful with him.”

Her eyes widen as she gently pets the top of his head before leaning down to kiss his nose.

One night while he was crying, she watched as Eddie heated up a bottle and rocked him in his arms as he fed him.

“Daddy, what’s wrong wit James?”

“He’s just hungry, princess. Babies eat EVERYTHING.” He widened his eyes making her laugh. “Do you want to help me?”

She nods, following him to the couch and takes a seat in his lap. Placing her little hand on the bottle, he allows her to hold it up as the baby continues to suck at its contents eagerly.

Where Ro was a daddy’s girl, James was a mama’s boy. He loved being in your arms the most and the first time he smiled it was because you were kissing his chubby cheeks.

Dylan, as always, was a wonderful big brother. He helped out where he could and even offered to babysit his siblings every now and then so you and the guys could spend some time alone.

“Hey mom. I need some money for baseball. They said that we need $100 for boosters and some equipment.”

“Geez, isn’t that what boosters is for? To raise money for you people?” Dylan beams at you as he gives you a hug making you smile. “Steve? Little man needs $100 of baseball.”

“Jesus, why so much?”

You glanced in his direction taken a bit off guard. Usually when it came to the kids, if they needed anything financially, he didn’t think twice. Between the three of you, money wasn’t as tight but with the new baby and house things weren’t as easy as before so you let it go. Dylan answered his question and he dug in his wallet to give his son what he needed.

“Everything alright, babe?”

“Huh? Yeah, you know me. I just want to make sure we have everything, you know?”

Your head tilted to the side as your wife and mother senses started tingling again. He was hiding something but what could it be? If it was something involving a surprise for you or the kids his face and body language would normally radiate excitement. Something was wrong.

“Hey, Dylan, do you mind keeping an eye on the other weirdos while I talk to Steve for a minute?”

He nods as you grab the man’s hand and tug him out towards the back porch.

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When Eddie got home from work, he found you sitting on the couch gnawing on your thumb as Steve paced in the living room. His eyes found yours as you motioned for him to come sit beside you.

“Is everything ok? Where are the kids?”

“I asked my sister to watch them so the three of us could talk.” You softly smile as you kiss his cheek. “Steve has something he needs to tell you.”

“Okay? What’s going on, Stevie?”

The way Eddie looked up at him with concerned eyes made him feel so much worse at what he was about to tell him.

“Um, so, remember how on Aurora’s birthday, you were ecstatic because your mom hadn’t called? Well, uh, your father actually called from prison that day. I answered and hung up on him.”

As the man spoke, you kept your eyes on the metalhead’s face as it slowly fell.

“I-I-I went down there to see him, Ed, and I warned him to leave you alone. He said he needed you and was tired of being in jail, that he and Lynn wouldn’t stop until you showed up at an appeal. So…” Steve’s panicked gaze shifted your way before he looked directly at the man he loved. “For the past few months, I’ve been paying Allen $500 to leave you alone.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he tilted his head subtly towards you.

“Did you know about this?”, he whispered.

“No. I just found out everything today.”

He nodded as he rose to his feet, placing himself in front of Steve.

“Eddie, I swear, I was trying to make things easier for you. I hated—”

The metalhead’s fist flew knocking the man backwards before climbing on top of him and swinging his arms.

“Eddie, baby! Stop!” You tried to break them apart but he was too strong. Quickly, prepared for anything, you pushed a few buttons on your phone, sending a text to the one person you knew could get through to him. Three minutes later, Wayne flew in and pried his nephew off the man beneath him.

“Hey! That is enough! I need you calm down, son.”

“How dare you fucking go behind my back like that, Steven! I told you both NOT to go down there!”

“I was trying to help!”

“By giving him money that can be used for our family, you fucking asshole! You think this is going to stop him?!” He tried to charge at the man again but his uncle held him back. “You have no idea what he’s like. I do!”

“Steve, maybe, you should go for a drive or something. Let him cool down.” He glanced your way and you softly nodded in agreement causing the man to hang his head as he quietly left the house. “Now you look at me, Ed.” Wayne grabbed the metalhead’s face forcing him to focus as he murmured low enough so only he could hear.

“Eddie, I know you’re angry. I completely understand that but I need you breathe, ok? Your kids may not be here but Y/N is and she’s worried.” His chocolate eyes glanced at your concerned face as you hugged your arms around your body. “There you go. Can you sit on the couch calmly?”

He nods as he moves to take a seat. Without looking your way, his ringed fingers gesture for you to come closer and he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you to his chest.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t. When he told me what he did, I was angry to. Not just because of what he did but because I knew it would hurt you. Eddie, you know how Steve is. He genuinely thought he was protecting you.”

“No. No, Y/N. This is serious. This isn’t like when you went to his mom for money so he could go to school. My father isn’t someone who can be trusted. So many things can go wrong that can get Steve in real trouble. I…”, he shakes his head as he feels his anger rise again.

“Baby, I’m not excusing what he did but, maybe, if you explain to him more about your father and how this could backfire—”

“Which I could have done if he came to me first.”

“I know, honey. I know.”, you coo as you rub his chest. “Wayne, would you like to stay here? You’re more than welcome. Plus, I’m sure the kids would love to see you when they come back tomorrow.”

***

Eddie’s uncle did spend the night while Steve ended up sleeping a hotel. He texted you letting you know where he was and that he thought it was best to give his husband some space.

The two youngest kids were excited to see their grandpa when they got home but Dylan sensed something was wrong especially when he walked in and noticed his dad wasn’t there.

“Is it because I asked for money?”

“No, baby. No.”, you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “He’ll be home later.”

Your answer didn’t seem to sooth him as he sat next to Wayne and watched him try to make James smile.

“Sir, you have the fattest little belly I have ever seen. I could just…”, he made munching noises in his stomach making the baby giggle as he scrunched his head into his shoulders.

“Beep beep.”, Aurora parroted as the front door opened and Steve cautiously entered the home. “Dada!” She ran to his arms and he scooped her up giving her a big hug. “Dada, you have an ouch.” When she pointed to the light swelling where Eddie had hit him, he flinched slightly.

“Yeah, dada is dumb.”

“No.”, she giggled before pointing at Wayne. “Granpa is here. He…he’s making…bra-der happy.”

Dylan’s eyes scanned Steve carefully as he sat across from him in one of the chairs. “You alright, dad?”

“I’m fine, dude. I just missed you guys.”, he smiles.

You come around the corner and playfully swat at Ro’s curls before tickling her neck with your finger. “You. Scoot so I can say hi to dada.”

“Mama! Stop.”, she laughs as she slides down and sticks her tongue out at you. “You’re mean!”

You laugh along with her as you climb onto Steve’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?”

“No. I hurt someone I love. He should have hit me harder.”

“Baby…”, you sigh as you press your forehead to his cheek. “We’re going to talk again later after the kids go to bed especially since he’s had time to calm down and process everything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys. I know I should have—” You fingers cut him off as you place them on his lips.

“We have eyes on us. Later, ok?”

Steve’s own orbs scan the room finding Dylan watching you both as well as Aurora before she smiles and waves in your direction.

###########

One benefit of having three parents in the house is everyone can focus on one of the kids at any given time. After coming in to check on Ro and kiss her, Eddie stayed behind to tuck her in. As you passed Dylan on the couch downstairs, you poked your head into James’s room to find Steve with a sleeping infant in his arms.

“Alright, my love.”, you exhaled as you dramatically plopped your body down next to your son. “Time for you to go upstairs and get ready for bed.” Silently, he turns off the tv and begins to stand but you tug on the back of his shirt, bringing him down into your arms. “I know you and I know your big, beautiful brain. You’re a worrier like me. You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? You know we don’t mind giving you money for something you enjoy.”

“Everything got weird after I asked.”

“And that has nothing to do with you. Believe it or not, adults have issues sometimes that don’t involve their kids.” Dylan chuckled at your sarcasm as you kissed his cheek.

“I just don’t want to be the reason you guys get divorced or something.”

As he began to stand, you quickly yank him back again. “Baby, they aren’t Charlie. Just because Steve wasn’t here this morning doesn’t mean that we’re going to break up. The three of us have been together too long and been through too much. And…”, you sigh hating the thoughts that fill your mind as you continue. “Playing the devil’s advocate here, if for some reason we ever did break up, I assure you no matter what, that reason would never be because of you guys or anything you did.”

Dylan smiles as he hugs you before getting to his feet and pulling you up with him. As Eddie comes down the stairs, he meets him half and tugs him into a hug.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you to.”

The moment he hears his footsteps bang up to his room, Steve appears and softly smiles in your direction.

“Counseling degree at work again?”

“No, that would be my mom degree. I saw it on his face when you came home. Even though he knows you guys aren’t like Charlie, I think there’s still a part of him that feels like he could lose you at if one thing goes wrong.”

“I know the feeling.”, Eddie mumbles as he shuffles his feet. “Sometimes I was afraid Wayne would give up on me to. Obviously, that never happened.”

Your hand gently rubs his back and you gesture with your head for you three to head for the bedroom.

***

The silence was deafening as you sat on the bed near the headboard as Eddie placed himself on the edge with his chin near his chest. Steve pulled one of the chairs from the living room so he could sit in front of you both, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for someone to speak.

“Did he ask you for money or did you offer?”, the metalhead asked.

“I offered. He came up with the amount.”

“Steven, what do you know about prison? In general, I mean.”

“Uh…”

“Did you know that things are snuck in all the time? Drugs, weapons, food, etc.” Steve shook his head. “Did you know he can use your money to get shit like that or give to other inmates to do that? Did you know that people could find out where he’s getting so much money from and send people to harass you for the same treatment?”

When the man shook his head again, his eyes downcast towards the floor in shame.

“Do you know how I know that? The first time my father went in Wayne tried to help him by sending him $100 a month. A couple months later he asked for more and my uncle told him no. The next day someone broke into his trailer and stole half his shit. We learned later Allen owed some people inside money and when they found out he would be getting out soon they wanted it all upfront. When Wayne told him no, my dad told them where he had been getting the cash from so they sent people to get the rest however they could. Thankfully, he was at work that night.”

“Eddie, I…”

“You’d think prison would reform him but it doesn’t. That’s why he’s there, Steve. He does the same shit in there that he did when he was out. He cons people or steals from them and every time he always loses.”, he sighs angerly. “And that’s just one of the many reasons I’m pissed. We just had a fucking baby, Steven! $500 barely covers half of what he needs, plus Aurora and Dylan’s essentials. That’s for the kids. The three of us need things to including this house!”

You scoot closer and wrap your arms around him as you lean against his shoulder. You had never seen him like this. When he had gotten angry with his mom at Ro’s first birthday that was one thing. Right now, this was fury out of fear for you five and something that could have been avoided if—

“But I think what pisses me off the most is you didn’t fucking talk to me. I have always been up front with you when it came to your parents and especially your dad. Your dad isn’t like mine Steve. He could get someone fucking killed and I’ll be damned if it’s someone in my family. I don’t just ignore him and Lynn for me. I do it to protect you guys. It’s a simple thing and you made it way more complicated.”

A tear escaped down Steve’s cheek that he quickly wiped away as he sat up straighter and cleared his throat.

“I’m, um…I’m sorry, Eddie. You’re right. I should have talked to you, both of you. No matter what my intentions were. I—”

“Don’t do that.”, you cut him off. “Don’t do that authoritative, businessman style voice and dialogue you do because you think it’s what people want to hear.” His eyes roll as his leans forward and his leg bounces. “Be honest, Steve. Be yourself.”

“When he called you were making Aurora laugh, Ed, while Wayne was holding her. Y/N, you were eating cake out of the pan with a fork because you were pregnant and you and Dylan were leaning against each other smiling…it was perfect. A perfect fucking day without Charlie causing problems or Lynn calling to trigger his pain. My dad wasn’t appearing out of nowhere to fuck shit up or you mom to remind you that you’re still the town whore!” Steve’s beautiful brown irises looked at anything but you two as he tried to control his emotions.

“For this one moment, everything was exactly as it should be. Then your dad called, Eddie, reminding me something was always waiting…looming in the background to fuck everything up. So, yeah, I went down there to protect us; to protect you. Motherfucker is lucky there was glass between us.”, he growled. “With Lynn and Allen, I don’t know how you turned out so fucking amazing. I can understand why you would want them out of your life for good.” Steve shrugs as he leans back again. “Since I couldn’t hit him and I couldn’t convince him, I did the only other thing I could think of.”

“Well thank God you didn’t become a businessman like your dad wanted or he would have lost a ton of money.” Their eyes meet for the first time since they entered the room as they both let a breathy chuckle. “Steve, when will you realize that you don’t have to protect us and be the hero alone?”

The baby monitor starts to light up and you hastily get up before they can to check on James.

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

Steve got up from his chair to sit beside Eddie and wrapped his arms around him like you had.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m so fucking sorry, babe.”

The metalhead sighs using his fingers to lift his chin and bring his lips to his.

“Even though I’m mad at you, I still love you. I hope you know that.”

The boy nods as he kisses his lips again before trailing them down his cheek to his shoulder.

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Allen glances at the three Munson-Harrington adults, sitting on the other side of the glass before really taking in his son in front of him.

Eddie knew he’d have to go down to the prison to fix what Steve had done but you were surprised when he asked you two to join him. On the drive there, he inhaled one cigarette after the other until you reached over and stole his pack so he wouldn’t overdo it. While you waited, his eyes darted around as he occasionally babbled to block out his internal panic.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. The last time was when I was 10, I think. My mom brought me and I remember them arguing about him being stuck in here. She said she couldn’t handle me alone.”, he shakily laughed. “Actually, it was more ‘what am I supposed to do with him.’”

“Eddie…” Turning his head, you kiss his lips as you caress his cheek with your thumb. “Everything is going to be ok. We’re right here with you.”

He nodded before gazing at Steve who was glaring into the void as Eddie reached to hold his hand before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Well shit.”, Allen sarcastically smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Your boyfriend and I already came up with an arrangement so you didn’t need to come down here.”

“Husband. Not boyfriend. Always glad to know you’re just happy to see me, Allen.”

“Allen? Really? You call Wayne daddy now?”

“More or less for the last about 18 years.” They glare at each other before Eddie snickers. “You’re not even going to pretend to be nice to win me over, are you? I have no idea why you or Lynn would ask me to lie for you if you can’t even say something civil like ‘Hey Ed. Nice to see you.’”

You intertwine your fingers with his as your heart breaks. This was probably just a taste of what little Edward Munson experienced and it killed you.

“Look, we weren’t planning on staying for long. I just wanted to tell you the money Steve has been sending stops now and if you tell anyone that my family gave you that, I swear to God, I will make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell in here. You think things are bad now…”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say his dominance turned you on. There was nothing sexier to you than seeing them both be protective over you and the kids. Usually, it was Steve acting as protector and when he did it with Mr. Osbourne it drove you crazy. Hearing Eddie do it now was not only making you proud of him but excited to jump him later.

“Fine but in return I want you to go the appeal for me.”

“No, that won’t be happening either and let me tell you why. If you keep calling me, sending letters, or any other bullshit like that, I will come to your appeal but it won’t be on your behalf. I’ll remind the judge that you’re a scam artist and a fucking car thief but I’ll also enlighten them on what a great father you were to me between the black eyes and verbal assaults.”

Eddie leans closer to the glass as his eyes burn into the man on the other side.

“I am not a kid anymore. You two think you can still bully me but you’re wrong. You both need me way more than I need you.”

With that, he rises from the chair to leave before pausing and gesturing towards his father to wait with his index finger. Abruptly, he grabs Steve’s collar and tugs his lips to his for a passionate kiss. When he finally lets him go, the other man smirks, drunk off Eddie’s taste alone as the metalhead flips off his dad and turns to leave him behind.

****

About a mile down the road from the prison, Eddie swerved his van into an empty area, hurling off his seatbelt and shoving Steve into the back where you had been sitting. You stayed out of the way, allowing the metalhead to take control. There was a sense of urgency in their kisses, both needing each other in that moment. Eddie needed to convey to him that he could take care of him to and Steve showing him that he could willing give up that urge to control for his husband to take be there for him.

As they shoved down their pants, you slid your fingers down your own, rubbing your clit as you watched Eddie spit in his hand and stroke his cock before breaching Steve’s entrance.

“Fuck, yes. I love you so much, baby. Let-Let me take care of you.”

All Steve could do was nod as he wrapped his arms around him and clung to him as Eddie pumped into him harder. His ring lined hand reached out into the air and it took you a moment to realize he was trying to find you. As you leaned into his touch he yanked the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his.

When he dipped his fingers into your jeans and between your legs, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips.

“You’re so wet, princess. You like watching us together?”

Your own palm held the back of his from the outside of your pants as you rested your forehead on his.

“I like watching you—mmm—take care of us. I love you, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.”

He heavily sighed as he thrust into you both faster. Hearing Steve loudly grunt, you two watch him as his face scrunches and he releases his spend near the bottom of his tummy. Eddie grins as you push against his hand, guiding his pace until he feels you shutter and cum on his fingers. As you collapse next to Steve, he leans over the boy’s face as he chases his high.

“You’re both so—f-fuck—fucking pretty when you cum.”

Watching with half lidded eyes, you softly smile as Steve reaches up to caress his face, listening as he whispers sweetly to him.

“I love you to, honey. So fucking much. Cum, Eddie, please. We want to see it. I want to feel you fill me up. You…you deserve to…fuck…” He struggled to get the last few words out as the metalhead pumped into him so hard you imagined the van was shaking from the outside. They both grunted at the feeling as the boy came inside of him and like you collapsed on his other side.

The three of you panted as you starred at the ceiling.

“I am sorry I put you in this position, Munson.”

“I mean… I put you in this position but you know me…I’m open to any and all positions as long as it feels good for everyone.”

They smile when you giggle as Steve shakes his head playfully. “You’re so stupid.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing. I forgive you, Harrington.” He leans up on his elbow to kiss him before dramatically leaning across him to do the same with you. “Alright, you two recharge and I’ll drive us home.”

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The Easter Bunny 1 - Werecat

"Do I look like an Easter bunny to you?" Max growls, flicking his tail in agitation.

It thunks against the leg of the kitchen table and he winces. "And I hate this costume. It looks stupid."

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You almost laugh because an angry werecat with a bunny ear headband and a colorful onesie is too funny to take seriously. He bares his teeth at you.

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"Save it for when we're alone," you smirk.

His eyes widen. "Are you saying-"

"You two ready?" Macy's mother, Sophia, comes bustling in with a stack of empty cake plates. A half melted number 4 candle lies on the top. "Macy wants to do the egg hunt now."

Max rolls his eyes. "We were in the middle of something."

"No, actually we were just about ready," you say sweetly. "The Easter bunny and his human helper."

You pat Max on one of his broad shoulders.

"Thanks for helping out! Macy has been so happy today... She hasn't even asked for her father once," Sophia says quietly.

"Good. She should forget about him," Max declares.

As an afterthought he adds, "you should too."

You drag him out of the kitchen before he can make the damage worse.

"That was a really insensitive thing to say," you scold once you're in the backyard, taking a bunch of the bite-sized foil wrapped eggs and using your shirt to hold them.

Max glances at your exposed midriff then looks away quickly.

"Maybe but it's true. That man did nothing right. Couldn't take care of the kid and couldn't even fuck his wife right." Max wanders away from you, tucking eggs just out of sight for Macy and her friends to find.

You sputter at that and it sounds like he's smiling when he says, "Sophia used to rant about it whenever she got drunk. Embarrassed him multiple times."

"Fair point but go easy on your sister, okay? He wasn't the best husband but they were together for five years."

Max goes quiet. After a moment he says, "By the way, remember we're a part of their egg hunt. Whoever finds us gets an extra prize."

"I almost forgot!" You reply. "I doubt we're small enough to hide behind the playhouse and go unnoticed. We can't even fit inside that thing. Or maybe the bushes beside the flowerbed-"

You hear a babble of children's voices coming around the house. Sophia must have assumed you were done and given them the go-ahead to start hunting.

"Uh-oh." You meet Max's eyes.

"The garden shed!" He says, darting towards it.

The backyard is pretty big and you're afraid the kids will spot you before you get to cover but you slip into the garden shed just in time, closing the door enough so that it only lets a sliver of light in.

There's one window but it's covered in a layer of grime that barely allows the sunlight to come in. You turn, ogling the dim interior of the garden shed.

"Figures, your clean-freak sister has the messiest shed I've ever seen!" You murmur quietly.

Max lets out a muffled laugh. "This shit belonged to the ex-husband. She either hasn't got the courage or time to clean it out just yet."

"Hey! Don't remove the costume!" You try to keep your voice down because the kids are running all over the backyard finding the eggs.

The garden shed is in the corner though. It might take awhile before they find you.

"Did you think I was going to wear it for long? It's hot and scratchy and horrible." He yanks it off his legs and as he bends to do so the headband goes flying into the darkness.

"Don't lose them! Those are one of Macy's favorites!" You hiss, stumbling over an empty sack of fertilizer and reaching for the ears which have fallen in the corner. "And you really shouldn't be taking that off. You're kind of naked now."

"And you're the only one who cares," he retorts. "Werecats often go around in nothing but our own fur."

"It's still inappropriate," you mumble, keeping your eyes averted.

He says nothing for a long moment.

"Does it bother you that much? Do you hate seeing me like this?" He finally says and you jerk your head up in surprise at the hurt you hear in his voice.

"Am I that freakish and different-"

"No!" You bark and then lower your voice. "No, it's not that."

"Then what? The time we went swimming with our friends you could barely look in my direction."

"Y-you've misunderstood. You know that's not what I think. I'm okay with everyone and everything. Human or not. That's really not an issue. It's just..."

"What?" He prods.

"You're really hot. And every time I see you like that I just want to run my hands through your fur... But I thought it would be too weird to ask to do that. I know physical contact is taken really seriously with your kind..." You purse your lips together and look at the ground. "I was afraid you'd think I was a weirdo."

"Seriously?" He says, breathing out in what sounds like relief. "That's awesome. I thought you hated me."

"No! Why would you even think that," you pout. "We've been friends for ages."

"All you had to do was ask," Max says. "Do you..."

"Can I?" You burst out and then shrink in embarrassment. "I mean, were you going to say I could touch you?"

"Go ahead," he replies.

You shuffle closer, side-stepping a clunky lawn mower. The lack of light makes it rather hard to see as you reach your hand out. Your fingers touch his fur and you jerk your hand back.

"Sorry, that kind of startled me," you laugh sheepishly before you reach forward with more confidence.

His fur is thick and incredibly soft like a plush pillow. You forget that you're touching your friend as you delight in the silky feeling. Until you find a small fur-less patch. Then a couple inches lower, another. And another.

A giggle builds in your throat.

"Maxwell Quinn, are those nipples?" You whisper. "Six of them?"

"Uh, yeah. They, uh, are just for aesthetics," he says nervously, shifting his weight. "Does that weird you out?"

"I love it, they must be so sensitive," you babble. "Six of them! That's really cool."

"If you say so," he mumbles, swaying.

"Are you purring?" You demand, detecting the soft sound.

He stops immediately. "No. I wasn't."

"I bet you were. Do it again?" You plead. "It sounds so comforting."

You lean forward and playfully place your ear to his chest.

"I'm waiting," you chirp.

His fingers slide through your hair suddenly. "What you said back in the kitchen about being alone..."

The air grows thick with something that makes your heart begin to beat faster. You look up into his eyes, which are glowing slightly.

"I-"

Suddenly, the garden shed door flies off its hinges, missing you by an inch as it falls. A bunch of werekittens crowd into the doorway. You take a step back from Max, clearing your throat.

Macy, covered in smears of chocolate, laughs and claps.

"We found you!" She squeals.

Max growls a curse under his breath and you nudge him.

"Later," you stand on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear before the kittens drag you away for their prize.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster smut

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the-knightmare · 4 months

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For the first day of @roudiseshipweek prompt family, have a slice of The Apple of my Pie.

Also on A03

“The Apple of my Pie?” Teddy asked, eyeing the sliced pie under the glass case that sat on the corner of the counter.

“Comes with a scoop of vanilla ice cream,” Louise answered. She tried to hide how eager she was for Teddy’s approval, but her fingers nervously tapped at notepad she used to take orders.

It had started with her taking home economics in grade eight. Louise figured it would be an easy class that required no actual work. Instead, Ms. Fraser, who Wagstaff had hired the year before, actually expected something from her students. Louise had fumbled her way through a unit on basic sewing but found her footing when it came time to learn how to cook.

Sure, having a dad that owned a restaurant and loved to cook, she expected to have some useful skills. What she hadn’t expected was how much she had enjoyed their first baking assignment. Not only that, but how well her chocolate chip cookies had turned out.

And then the snickerdoodles, which Rudy had promptly devoured before they could bring any home. Which, paired with his compliment, made Louise’s chest feel both warm and too tight at once.

Louise had thought it was a fluke. Cookies were easy. And so were the biscuits, cakes, and pies they were tasked to make. Even if Andy and Ollie had regularly produced items that were simultaneously burnt and raw, Jessica’s was too dense, and Rudy’s a touch too bland.

Baking was so easy that Louise just kept doing it after she finished the class. Birthdays, Christmas, even one Hannukah where Rudy had her help him with his grandmother’s recipes, any excuse to lose herself in flour and sugar.

Now, three years later and with an eyeroll worthy food handlers’ course behind her, Louise had her first weekend special on display. Her father had been the one to ask if Louise wanted to try selling a special dessert on weekends.

“We’d pay you for it, uh, maybe not enough for a car, but as a bonus on top of your regular shifts.” Her dad had cleared his throat then, and Louise realized he was fighting emotions as he added: “I always dreamed one of you would work with me some day.”

Snapping back to the present, Louise wrote down Teddy’s order of one burger of the day (Hamburger to the Slaw-ter, comes with apple slaw) and one slice of pie.

Her nerves were put to a temporary rest as Teddy devoured his warmed slice and asked for one to take home. Her father’s regular was one of two people Louise needed to like her first featured dessert. The other, who would only be able to show up late today because of pre-concert band practice, was her best friend, Rudy. Though that title seemed to be getting hazy the older they got.

They still did all the same things they did as kids: pull pranks, play games, watch movies, go on adventures, but their solo ventures seemed to have something lingering under the surface. Louise did not like thinking about this though, and just chalked it up to weird teenage existentialism over their impeding adulthood. Or something like that.

Definitely not that the older they got, more Louise came to terms with liking boys, that she realized that she imagined them together whenever she thought about her hypothetical marriage.

These thoughts were flung far from her mind by the busy lunch rush. It seemed that news of their new specialty sweet, paired with their growing social media presence, was paying off.

Checking her phone between customers, Louise found no new texts from Rudy. Which meant that he was still practicing. And not yet here to try what she made. The lunch rush slowed, leaving half the pie in its glass case.

Still enough for when he showed up. Cause he would show up. Rudy wouldn’t bail on her without saying anything. Not even when Chloe Barbash, who played second clarinet, could sweep in and distract him in the way teenage boys often were in Tina’s favorite movies.

The chime of the door opening broke her out of her thoughts of strawberry scented distractions. The first customers of the dinner rush were coming. Today was shaping into a busy one. Which Louise was grateful for, busy hands meant a busy mind after all, until she noticed Tina plating the last slice of pie towards the end of the evening.

And Rudy still had not come in yet.

Disappointment pooled in her stomach as she watched as that slice of pie was set in front of a customer. She should’ve been happy her pie had sold out. Happy that people were asking if there was anymore in the back. But all she could think about was Rudy not showing up. She didn’t get any texts telling her he was delayed or had a change of plans, so Louise concluded he must have forgotten.

It was a thought that stung more than Rudy not liking her creation.

“Not important, things happen,” Louise muttered to herself as she bussed the now empty tables after closing.

“What was that dear?” her mom asked.

“Nothing,” Lousie answered. And it was nothing. Rudy rarely flaked on their plans, so whenever he pulled a no-show Louise forgave him. Even when this meant a lot to her, she wouldn’t make much of fuss.

“Oh, all right then.” Her mom said, sounding unconvinced, “Let me finish up down here so you can get that pie you saved for us in the oven. Ooh, I’ve been thinking about it all day so I wouldn’t steal some today.”

Louise laughed as she handed the full tray to her mom and headed towards the door. As she locked the restaurant behind her, a familiar wheeze sounded behind her.

“Sorry Louise…practice went late…had to run all the way here…” Rudy panted between wheezes.

“Oh no, I’m too late, aren’t I?”

Any hurt feelings melted at the sight of her friend, red faced and bent double, outside her home. His timing, while slightly off, still brought him to an opportunity dine at the Belcher residence, if he chose to accept a last-minute invitation.

“Too late for a burger and pie,” Louise agreed, “but not too late for a Gene Special followed up with Louise’s apple pie with ice cream and homemade caramel sauce.”

Rudy’s head shot up, a smile on his face. He pulled out his phone and began typing out a message before pausing.

“You sure? Isn’t a Gene Special a family thing?”

Louise shrugged. Usually, whenever Gene’s night to cook came up, it was on a night they didn’t have guests over. It wasn’t a hard and fast rule, just something that protected their friends from Gene’s more creative food pairings. Tonight’s chicken vindaloo pot pie with a garlic naan crust was a tamer offering, though the spice level may leave Rudy coughing.

“Well, I guess you’re part of the family now,” Louise said ignoring the way Rudy’s cheeks flushed, “no escaping it now.”

“Cool,” Rudy said, following as Louise opened the door to the apartment, “does that make Gene my brother-in-law or something?”

“That means you’d have to marry Tina or I, and I know Tina’s spoken for already.”

“Hmm,” was all he said, and it was Louise’s turn to have her cheeks glow red.

“Hey Louise, and Rudy! Are you here for a helping of the Gene Special?” Gene called, spotting the two as they entered the kitchen.

“Yup. Louise invited me if that’s alright?”

“It is, but do your parents know?” Her dad asked from where he was hovering over Gene’s progress, “I don’t want your parents to worry.”

“Already told them,” Rudy said.

Dinner, despite Louise’s thought that curry and pot pies did not go together, went much better than Gene’s first ‘special’ of baked potato lasagna. Especially when it was followed up with her apple pie, warm from the oven, topped with ice cream and caramel sauce.

After dinner, Louise convinced Rudy to stay for a movie, which they were allowed to watch together in her room with the door open.

“If I can have pie like that every Saturday, then I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

Rudy’s comment broke through Louise’s focus on the screen, and she cast a glance at him in the dim light. He wasn’t looking at her, his hands on the bed at his sides, and Louise reached over and laced their fingers together.

“Maybe we wait ten years before the proposals,” she said nonchalantly.

Her heartbeat skipped as Rudy squeezed her hand. Smiling, she squeezed back.

#roudise #roudise week 2023 #louise belcher #regular sized rudy #bobs burgers fanfic

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Belong

A Lester POV dabble based off this song.

Tw: unalive attempt by drowning, CPR, Worried Bo and Vincent, this is very dark, sad thoughts from Lester, violent Bo, emotional abuse mentioned, physical abuse mentioned, abuse from parents mentioned, misnaming Bo, strong language used, not proofread

If you are feeling as if you can't be here anymore, just know you are welcomed to talk to me. If you you need help, reach out. You are loved and needed in this world, starshine. You are not alone. I am so proud of you <3

The Louisiana marsh was high as the everglades became muddier by the hour. It's rain season in the south, and the Sinclairs weren't strangers to it. They know the woods around the town. They know the best place for crawdads and fishing. They know where the gators mate have their nests. They can tell you where the best little beaches for picnics and little cries if you need to be alone. It's sometimes dangerous to be there by yourself if you don't know where you're going, but it's even more dangerous when it's flooded and the currents could take you before you can scream.

Maybe that's why Lester is out here on top of the broken railroad bridge, looking down at the murky waters. He held the faded photo of his family between his fingers that a girl took when days before his mother died Vincent's hands. It's been two years now and he feels as if he was stuck as the forgotten child. He only asks for one day, one day for his brothers to remember, and they couldn't even do that! Bo's been wrapped up with their mother's "future" and Vincent's been working hard. Killing is bad, it's the worst sin there is; that's what the pastor told them one morning in church. But he never said anything about dying by your own hands.

Lester's suit wasn't too snug, but if you're going to meet God, you gotta look nice, right? That's what his father said before he blew his head off in front of Lester. He took the time to shower and dress right as if he was going on a date. He combed his hair and cleaned his face. Even though the two cinder blocks tied around his ankle clashed with the outfit, Lester still looked good. He felt good, too.

Bo would've made fun of him looking like this. Though he isn't the cleanest out of the three, he does know how to look good in a suit. Of course, it didn't fit the status quo of them: Bo the pretty one, Vincent the artist, and Lester the grimy and creep.

He wasn't a creep; he just looked like one because he was always dirty from the roadkill! It wasn't a pretty job, but it paid well and he got holidays off along with his birthday!

...but his brothers couldn't even remember that. Instead of cake, he got Bo yelling at him in the morning, wishing him dead and gone. He looked at Vincent, who silently watched in the background and didn't cut between him and Lester. Bo yelling at him was one thing, but for him to wish death on him was another.

"Wish ya weren't born!" He spat, his words filled with venom. He can't even remember why he was yelling at his little brother, but he didn't want to lose this battle. "Should've died at birth!"

"Don't say 'at, Bo! Please!" Lester's throat felt dry as he looked at his brother in the morning light. The sun in his hair made it look like he was on fire. "Ya don' mean it!" His hands wrap around his arms tightly.

Bo pushes his brother away, picking up an ash tray that Lester made out of glass years ago fro their mother. "Don't put words in my mouth, Les." He scoffed. "Ya torn 'is family apart! I's your fault! All of it!" The memories he held in the glass played in his mind like a movie. "Fuckin' bitch!"

Lester looked at Vincent for help, but even Vincent didn't know how to help. How could he? This was his twin, his other half. "Bo... don't say that." He didn't mean to start crying. "I-I'm sorry."

"Ya know betta than 'at!" Bo shouted, making him flinch. "Fuckin' cryin. What? Ya a baby, now? No, yer a fuckin man--!"

Lester didn't mean for the words to fall out, but, "Stop, Pa! Stop, please!" He covered his ears, tears burning his eyes. "'M sorry, Pa! 'M sorry! I promise I'll stop! Pa, 'm sorry!" Within a beat, silence filled the house as horror took over Lester's eyes. Why did he call him that? Why did he think Bo was his Pa? "Wait. Wait, no, 'm sorry, Bo! 'M sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Git out of my house."

"'M sorry--!"

Bo threw an ash tray at his face, but it broke on his shoulder, glass cutting into his shirt. "Gi'out!" That's when Vincent stepped in, pushing Lester out the door so he didn't the full front of it. As he ran out of the house, he heard his brother yell, "Kill yourself before I kill ya, fuckin' freak!"

... that's all he needed to hear.

Bo must've found his note he left on the counter in the shop by the new oil cans he brought in the afternoon. Bo must be wishing he took back his words, unsaid everything as his eye read over and over Lester's neat hand writing. He might be getting Vincent from the basement in a frantic to go get his brother off the railroad bridge. He's probably gunning the truck towards the marsh, cursing himself out as he comes closer to the freshly broken path, finding Lester's truck with his gun still in the passenger seat.

Or he doesn't care. He saw the note and laughed at it, shaking his head at the call for help. Might call him "attention seeking" as he goes back to working without a care. He might be looking for his wretch for the car, thinking Lester is home with the dog. Vincent will be underground with his wax creation, not caring about him.

Yeah... he likes this one better. If he goes without his brothers ever knowing and he would find out on the news, he thought that was better. It'll save the trouble and stress.

You were always in the way, his mother hissed at him once when he came home in the middle of Bo arguing with their father. She pushed her youngest son away when Vincent stopped playing the piano, and she started yelling at him for playing the wrong note. He was shoved aside and sent to his room without food as if he was an animal.

He might as well be an animal to his family. He made it through high school and life with out his family, so why is he struggling now? Why did it bring him here?

Because you're nothin', Lester Sawyer Sinclair, his father answered for him.

He looked down at the photo again and let out a shaky breath. Though they were force to be in suits for Easter Sunday, a friend shot a picture of them smiling at a terrible joke Bo said that made all three laugh. The muddy waters below faded as he thought of the memory. Rebecca took that photo with her new camera that she got from the Easter Bunny, the bright blue and green Polaroid taking picture of everyone that morning. When she got them in this photo, it only showed the happiness and calm thoughts of the brothers. That's when he thought he was truly happy. Trudy was nowhere to be seen when it was taken, but she came back in a flash when she saw her kids standing next to Rebeca looking at the photo, giggling about how they should get a group picture together in their nice clothing.

"If 'm still single when 'm olda, promise I'll marry ya,' Lester whispered in her ear. "Promise."

"I wonder how ya doin', Rebecca," he whisper to himself as he gripped the photo. "Wonder if ya're alive and well." He smiled at the thought of her smiling somewhere up north with her collection of photos and drawings. She always wanted to be an artist like her grandmother--

"Lester!"

"Wonder if ya miss me," he continued, ignoring Bo's call. He could hear his boots snapping through branches and muck. "Wonder if they'll miss me--"

"Les! Git down from 'ere!" Bo didn't like how fast the water was rushing. He didn't like how Lester was looking at the water below, seeing ropes tied to blocks, how dangerously close he was on the edge. "Come home--"

"Ain't my home, remember?" Lester said bitterly, looking up at the full moon. He closed his eyes and took in the light. "Ya tol' me 'at 'is mornin'!"

"Didn't mean it!" He took off his jacket and threw his hat behind him in front of Vincent. He motioned him to stay back. "I swear I was lying! 'M sorry!"

"Does 'at heal my arm, Beauregard?" Lester snapped, his foot resting on one of the blocks, ready to kick and go under. "Does 'at take back everythin' ya said?" His laughter cut through the trees as he shook his head, making Vincent's shoulders tighten and flinch. "There's too many colors, Bo! It hurts ta look an' think! An' ya said 'at 'm betta off dead." His throat tighten like the time his father had his hands wrapped around his throat after walking in on him cheating with his first grade teacher. "I don' belong," he chocked out, tears falling faster than the river below. "Didn't ya say 'at?"

Bo looked down as he stepped on the bridge, walking carefully over the wood and metal. " 'M sorry, Les! I didn't--"

"Doesn't matter now, does it?" Lester hung his head towards Bo, pushing the blocks closer to the edge. In the moonlight, his brothers saw the pain swimming inside him, and he was drowning so fast under it all. "I'll do wha' Mama couldn't when I was a kid." A broken smile escaped as he sobbed, "I'll as-ask God to le' y'all in."

Bo started running towards his brother, his hand reaching out. "Lester, no--!"

Welcome him with open arms, sweet water below.

Without hesitation, he kicked the bricks forward and he fell with it. Time slowed as he looked up, arms reaching up towards the moon and stars. He wondered if he could be able to paint the sky when he's an angel, if he could put up the moon, and let out the rain. There has to be room for him up there somewhere. His mother said it wasn't his fault that she couldn't love him. She could only love one child and Vincent was the one she loved. If he was a bit better, a bit more like Vincent as an artist, maybe his mother would've loved him? No, that's not right--

Then his mind shifted to Rebecca in her lemon printed dress over white fabric. Her red hair braided and tied into a bun. He promised to love her with ever fiber, and she did the same. They split a locket in half, her with a picture of him and he with a picture of her. He kissed her goodbye when she got on the train in the city and headed north to Indiana to live with her aunt after her parents died. She was the only woman he loved, and he wanted to see her again...

Is she looking at the same moon, thoughts of him passing over tear stained face? Does she still wear the locket like he is tonight?

Why do I think of ya now, dandelion? Why now in my death hour? He thought bitterly as his back hits the cold water below. He doesn't know what to do as he sunk under the water, going down with the coldness. He can feel the moonlight grace his face as his hands reaches up. He closes his eyes and lets go of his breath. He felt himself fading into the currents and mud, passing fish and sticks. He's swam in these waters when he was a kid, so he knows the bottom, he knows the cold mud, he knows the true embrace of Louisiana and her arms over the ruby fields.

I'm sorry, Bo... Vincent... I'm not strong like ya.

When darkness welcomed him with a tight embrace, felt like home, like he belonged somewhere.

...

Strong arms pulled under Lester's shoulders and lift him up from the sand and mud, dragging him to shore. Bo ripped his shirt open and started CPR on his chest. The Louisiana heat touched his skin, the swampy air making his hair stand, as Vincent met him on the shore. He went to Lester's legs and started cutting the rope, pushing back the blocks. He didn't want anything near him that reminded of their failure. The twins are at fault, and he'll blame himself until he dies. He could hear Bo counting then--

Lester coughed roughly, Bo lifting him and turning him to his side, throwing up muddy waters and death. He's breathing roughly as he tired to see if he's dead or not, but when he saw Bo's face in the starlight, his worried face and breathless expression, bright blue eyes wet from water and tears, Lester was pissed.

He pushes his brother away, coughing, "Why'd ya do 'at?" He turned his head and threw up in the sand, coughing mud up until it mixed with his birthday cake he made for himself. It was just a small cake, too.

Lester cringed away from Vincent's hand rubbing his back. "Breathe," Vincent whispers. "Breathe, Les."

"Fuck you," Lester gasped, wiping his mouth. "Fuck ya both--!" He leaned forward and threw up more, food hitting the mud under him. "Now y'all care?" He wanted to shout at them, but he can't find the air to do so. He was shaking from shock, form anger, from death. "I had-had to do 'is t'make ya notice?"

It's like a stick snapped in his brain as he felt Bo wrapping around him, Bo holding him close. Lester tried to push away, hitting his chest to get away from Bo's grasp, but Vincent cornered him, holding both his brothers in tightly. He was tired, so tired...

Lester's hands fall as he stopped fighting. He was sandwiched between the two people he loved most, and he started falling apart. He felt the swamp looking at him with glowing eyes and gentle kisses from the fireflies brought him back to his family. He buried his head in Bo's chest as regret and self-hatred fill his lungs. What did he do? Why did he do it? Brothers fight, but...

"Never leav' me," Bo whispers in his hair, his wet clothes sticking to his skin. "Les, never do 'at again."

"Ya wanted-wanted me gone," Lester chocked out, shaking like a leaf in Bo's arms. "Ya said 'i yourself!"

"Stupid," Bo murmurs. "Was fuckin' stupid ta say 'at." He takes a staggered breath. " 'M the worse. Don' forgive me." His grip around his little brother tightens. "Never forgive me."

You're just like me, boy. Just like your old man.

Lester felt Vincent snake his hand into his. "Love you," Vincent said in his curls. "Lov' ya so fuckin' much." Vincent started rocking back and forth slowly, pulling Lester and Bo in tighter. "Don't know wha' I am without ya."

Lester squeezed his hand. "Y'all hurt yer throat if-if ya keep talkin."

"Shut up," Vincent breathed out, his voice raspy and gravely. "Shut up. Ain't 'bout me now. Just you... always you, Lester."

The moonlight glowed brighter around the three, and Lester closed his eyes, allowing himself to cry in his brothers' arms. He felt his heart breaking faster and harder as he sobbed harder and louder against Bo's wet clothing. His ankle where the stone was tied felt sore and hurts to move. In his pocket, he felt the photo of his brothers, and he felt the memory of their laughter fill his head, Rebecca's giving them the photo when it was ready. The blanket of moonlight covered him in comfort and love. He knew it'll be a long road for him to recover everything mentally, and his brothers will be there this time. No pushing, not throwing, nothing but love for the next couple of months.

He'll grow wings and he'll fly his brothers out of here. He promised to the moon and the muddy river. He promised the stars and his brothers in his arms. He'll get them out of here, somehow, someway.

Get a load of this train wreck.

#lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #sinclair brothers #the sinclair brothers #the sinclairs #lester sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair fanfic #vincent sinclair fanfic #house of wax fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #how 2005 #slasher fanfiction #slasher fanfic

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thethreeeyed-raven · 2 years

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Dwayne Hoover x reader

warnings : readers favourite colour is blue, richard isn’t mentioned

a/n : this is set after the movie :)

Maybe today was a pretty bad day for you, though it was your birthday. Your mother went out with her friends, your father was at work all day, and you hadn't heard from your best friend all day.

You laid on your bed as you thought over the afternoon, before you heard your phone ping. You had a special ringtone for Dwayne, because he was your favourite.

Dwayne <333 :

Can you come round to mine? I have something for you :)

You loved the smiley faces he would put at the end of his texts.

Y/nnnn <333 is typing...

Dwayne gripped his phone in anticipation, he knew what it was like on your birthdays, so he wanted to make it special for you.

Y/nnnn <333 :

Oh me gee what could it be??? :0

Both you and Dwayne smiled at your devices. Dwayne got up tell his mother you were coming over so she should make something special as it's your birthday. You got up to dress in something decent.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the Hoover's, Olive answering the door straight away after you knocked. "Happy birthday Y/n!" Everyone said to you when you fully stepped into their home. It looked like they were in the middle of setting the table.

Dwayne came out of his bedroom and as soon as he saw you, a huge smile spread across his face which was a rare sight to see. "So what was it you said you got for me?" You asked him, making him shake his head. "After you blow out your candle." You raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off.

"Y/n sit next to me!" Olive called out to you. If you were being honest, you just wanted to sit next to Dwayne so you could pester him about your gift.

"It is Y/n's birthday, so she should choose where she wants to sit." Frank said to Olive. Olive outed and whined, accepting defeat. You quickly sat down next to Dwayne, giving him a smirk letting him know you were about to begin your torture. He playfully rolled his eyes.

"Honey, I'm sorry we couldn't get you a cake, Dwayne decided to tell us at last minute that you were coming." Sheryl playfully scolded him. "It's fine Mrs. Hoover." You gave her a smile to reassure her.

"Well, here you go!" She placed a plate in front of you with a small cupcake on it decorated with blue icing and one yellow candle. You suspected that it had blue icing because blue was your favourite colour, and a yellow candle because yellow was Dwayne's favourite colour. Turning to him with a sly smile, you watched as his face flushed red. Frank watched across the table with a knowing smile on his face.

You all soon finished your meal, and you your birthday cupcake that tasted delicious.

"Are you going to give me my gift now Dwayne?" You pleaded the teenager. "Fine." He led you into his bedroom, which was a mess as always. "Here." He handed you the gift which was wrapped up in some left over christmas wrapping paper.

"You don't have to open it now-" You stopped him mid-sentence as you began taring into the wrapping paper. "I know they aren't new but-" You pulled back the paper, revealing two old books, books off of Dwayne's shelf which were your all time favourites.

Looking back up at him with teary eyes, you hugged him tight. And he felt the love and thankfullness oozing from your warmth.

"Thank you so much Dwayne, I love you." Oh, how he longed to say it back to you. But he decided not to, not yet.

You went home that night the happiest person on Earth.

Sure, they were only two old books, nothing special. But they were special, because they were for you, and they had come from Dwayne, and they contained special things in them that you were unknown to for now.

There will definitely be a part two for this :)

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #dwayne hoover #dwayne hoover x reader #dwayne little miss sunshine #little miss sunshine

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robbiefischer · 5 months

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i p r o m i s e i will send you more of these tomorrow after i have slept but for now... what about 📚 🚫 💘 🎂 for my boys alexei and elijah????

Aaaaaah tysm for sending me this for my boys (and for all of your lovely asks) ily! I welcome anything else you want to send me about anyone.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Alexei got his bachelor's degree in English Lit, then completed a teaching credential program. A couple of years after he started teaching, he went back to school to get his M.Ed because he's crazy like that. That's the last thing he's done although in the future he's going to do an MFA in creative writing. He enjoys being a student. Yeah, I don't know where he gets it either.

Elijah got through undergrad and got his bachelor's degree. He wasn't especially interested in going to college (he'd managed to build his streaming stuff up really well throughout high school, and was signed to a pro esports team), but his parents insisted and he wanted to shut them up. He majored in art partly because he's actually really interested in it and it would make the four years tolerable, and partly because he knew it would drive his parents up the wall (they really wanted him to major in something more serious and "grownup", and kept trying to push him into premed like his sister) and make his father's forehead vein pop.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Neither of them are big drinkers. Elijah may have the very occasional hard seltzer if he's doing a fun, chill stream, or something if they're out on a fancy date night but he's just not a big fan of it overall. Alexei's pretty similar - might have a cocktail if they're out on a date or if he goes to a happy hour with his co-workers. If he does have a drink, he likes his sweet, fruity and preferably with a tiny umbrella.

Neither smoke, but they both enjoy edibles on occasion. It's usually a weekend thing - Elijah will make them some fancy snacks, they'll both have a gummy and spend the day catching up on a favorite show or watching movies together and just hanging out. Sometimes they'll go out for a walk in the park near their apartment and commune with nature, do a little people-watching, grab lunch together and chill.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Elijah's absolute favorite people in the entire world are Alexei, and his older sister, Lucy. He's also ride-or-die for all of his teammates (Jude, Apollo, Omar, Flora, Nico and Noelle) and his boss, Rosa, who's basically a second mom to him (he's been working at her coffee shop since he was about 15 and she adores him).

Alexei is very family-oriented and, next to Elijah, his moms, younger brother and older sister are the most important people in his life. After that, it's Chase and Reiko. Chase is a teacher at the same school, and they've become incredibly close friends. He took a few of Reiko's classes in undergrad (and is going to take more with her when he goes back to get his MFA), she really took him under her wing and mentored him as a writer and they've developed such a close friendship.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

Alexei's 29 years old, and his birthday is on July 19th. He a Cancer sun, Libra moon with a Virgo ascendant. He embodies his big three traits pretty well. He's very family and relationship-oriented, is nurturing and compassionate, hates conflict and is a natural peacekeeper. He tends to be really well-liked no matter who he's around - he's just got fantastic, soothing energy and tends to be very diplomatic so he can get along with almost anyone. He's hyper-organized, especially at work. He's absolutely that teacher that has weeks of sub plans stashed away if he needs them, and they're all incredibly detailed. He can be a bit fussy sometimes, and a little indecisive when he's stressed. He can definitely be prone to having some very Cancerian big feelings, but the Libra moon tamps those down a bit and mostly keeps them on the inside.

Elijah's 26 years old, and his birthday is on November 18th. He's a Scorpio sun, Leo moon with a Gemini ascendant and he's classic. Think all of the Scorpio intensity and emotional depth, with the charisma, creativity, desire for recognition and self-confidence of a Leo. Throw in a twist of restlessness, curiosity, adaptability and such a way with words and you've got Elijah. Those traits can definitely clash a bit sometimes, and he has to keep himself from flitting from one thing to the next rather than being focused on one big goal, but he usually manages to strike a good balance and make it all work together cohesively.

#asked and answered #oc ask meme #my ocs #oc: elijah #oc: alexei #tysm for this you're the best 🥰🥰

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wicked-elfie · 2 years

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Love Letter

I’m not sure what this is. You could call it a diary entry, a vent post, an emotional word-vomit; I’ll call it a love letter. “To whom?”, you and I may both find ourselves wondering. I suppose it’s for several people, several places, things, and times in my life. However, I guess in the end it’s a love letter in the most classic, stupid, corny way; for my boyfriend. Well, him, and cartoons.

I watched Avatar the Last Airbender when I was nine. My cousin and I were sticky with icecream and cake from his tenth birthday party in a sunny Arizona October. Our Opa had just passed away, and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had been shipped off so I wouldn’t have to watch my dad and his siblings pick up the countless memories and piles of chess sets collected from all around during World War II. My cousin and I, however, got to celebrate life with a deadly amount of sugar and a movie-length series finale, culminating in a breath-takingly animated fight sequence and heart-wrenching soundtrack as the sky faded to purples and oranges over Iroh’s tea shop. Maybe that moment sticks with me because I realized that I had finally found a universe that lived up to my imagination; Maybe it sticks with me because that was the last time I went to visit my cousin before his dad and mine got in a fight over our Opa’s orphaned possessions.

I discovered Gravity Falls several years later. I created mountains of horribly drawn fan art of Mabel. I loved the colors she wore, how she never shut up, and how she always seemed so positive; strikingly similar to me. My dad noticed my interest in the show and decided to start watching it with me as season two began to air. It started as curiosity, and ended with him shouting from the living room couch to me in the kitchen to hurry with the snacks as the final few seconds of an ad played before Weirdmageddon III aired live.

The obsession only progressed from there. I remember hours and hours of drives and dinner-table conversations with my father, pouring over theory after theory, compiling art books and comics, and dragging each other to conventions when we had time. I remember dancing my hand out the passenger-side window; taking in the scent of barbeque; as yellow, orange, and red leaves covered the Blue Ridge parkway in the most beautiful blush. I would recite episodes word for word if he hadn’t already seen the show. I would comment on how Korra had a polar bear-dog that looked strikingly like the retriever that had his jaw laid against the center console, nudging our elbows. I would rant about the numerous queens in Star vs The Forces of Evil and I would go home at night and pick up my guitar to practice another Steven Universe or Adventure Time song, while he made verbal notes about Rebecca Sugar’s ethereal compositions.

I would sit awake at night, staring at the blue light that sparkled across my ceiling from the window, making my own stories and creating my own realities. I would tie myself to certain characters, at one point making the connection to Marceline, and taking notice of how a girl I knew reminded me of Bubblegum. We would sit on the carpet in my room, dissecting every second of Legend of Korra for scraps of queer representation, all the while experiencing what I would later call love for the first time. And I would love her for three years.

But she would create a new life, my dad would create a new life, and I would move in with my best friend who screamed and kicked and pulled at the worlds and stories that I had held to my heart my entire life, and I would lose them all.

I would forget my guitar and my music, forcing myself to listen to countless grey minutes of whatever she wanted. I would remove myself from any of the communities I had grown fond of, whether creative or queer or both, for the sake of making my life more in tune with hers. In the dead of night, I would force myself to drive for hours and hours to take her friends wherever they wanted, and I would hate myself when she ignored me the next day for nearly falling asleep at the wheel. I would wear unwashed sweatshirts, under-eye bags, and my hair would come out a little too quickly.

But sometimes she would work late. So one day, in a random spur of the moment decision, I pulled up a new show, The Dragon Prince, on Netflix. I recognized one of the creators as the head writer from Avatar; How cathartic is it that I began to live for the second time, reading Aaron Ehasz’s name across the screen.

You were there for it. You were her friend at the time, but at some point you just started to hang around to talk to me. You never really watched anything like this: usually sticking to Spongebob or That 70’s Show. You even openly admitted to changing the channel when Avatar would air on Nickelodeon; I punched your shoulder for that, “You’re crazy for thinking Spongebob is better.” However, a few hours in, I found myself buried against your chest, my lungs constricting as you rested your chin in my hair, while we stared teary-eyed as Rayla fell.

You listened to me when I talked about it; the colors, the music, the character designs, the everything; and not for any particular reason- just that you liked it when I talked. In fact, you never told me to stop talking or being emotional. You never once asked me to hide it all.

For three years you’ve watched me and listened to me and encouraged me. When I watched through the Owl House and Amphibia, you would let me fumble groggily over my thoughts and ideas as we downed Voodoo Donuts after twelve hour shifts. You helped me submit my application for a degree in Graphic Design and sat on a call with me when I had to wait in line for my new drawing tablet. You would watch me try on the brightest, most abstract sweaters; the most sparkly and colorful dangle-y earrings; and you would beam at me, telling me I looked beautiful when I wore what I wanted to.

Most recently, I’ve gotten you to watch the 2018 iteration of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. At first the animation was overwhelming to you, but you persisted after you decided Raphael was your favorite. I always say you have to watch it through if you have a favorite. You’ve never seen me write or draw this much, and it almost worried you, till you heard me talking to my dad over a facetime call while we both cooked quesadillas. His was paired with home-made salsa verde and black beans. You and I don’t have a lot of money- running on the bank account of a couple of college students- so mine was a solo cheese and tortilla, crisped up in my favorite butter. You told me later that I had been ranting to him about autism representation and deconstruction of toxic masculinity for three hours.

You took me for a drive. And I laid back in the passenger seat, dancing my hand on the window, imagining wild horses galloping beside the car, led by a striking buckskin mustang through the plains. I could see spaceships hovering amongst the stars: lasers zapping in greens, reds, and blues. I built castles above the crests of the Rockies, and painted various dragons, twisted around the spires. I could hear frogs, croaking in a river band as they drifted down the bayou on the most extravagant Louisiana ferry. I smelled fresh pizza, set down on the tacky surfaced table in some small corner shop in New York. And you were there; You wanted to be there.

I will never again experience the life I once had. I will never be able to gain back the months and months of storm clouds and dissociation and self-hatred at nineteen years old. I will never have another 20th birthday: one that isn’t tainted with COVID and minimum wage work in a 40-year-old-male-dominated kitchen. However, every single year, this gets easier. You didn’t make this happen, I know that. I did this myself. I got out of that apartment, I stood up for myself, I decided to take classes again, I decided to draw and write again. But you were there. You’ve gotten to watch me rebuild myself, a happier version of myself, and you’ve expressed nothing short of admiration for my success. You have to know how much that means to me.

You have to know- spending forty minutes every few nights to watch stories of siblings, friends, and families- how much that means to me. Every time we watch an episode, I get to remember my cousin, my dad, being a kid, being a teenager… being me. I get to be me.

#rottmnt #atla #lok #gravity falls #svtfoe #Steven universe #adventure time #vent #rant #idk #cartoons #im on my period and needed to get it off my chest lmao

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Hello dukhi aatmas, this is me, again. I was kind of immersed into something to give you guys an update about my life. Which is not an excuse, I admit. But, I do not care.

So, I watched Red, White and Royal Blue yesterday even though I should be studying 4 programming languages, Linear Algebra and Software Engineering but we are not talking about that rn. The movie healed something in me I didn't know was wounded.

There is a severe lack of queer movies and series which are simply just rom-coms. 95% of them just end up in death, tragedy and not the characters being together. The Heartstopper is one of the most heartwarming series out there for the queer folk. It is simple so sweet and beautiful.

Now back to Red, White and Royal Blue, the movie is the official adaptation of the book with the same title. The main characters are Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the US, and HRH Prince Henry, Prince of jolly old England. Alex Claremont-Diaz, played by Taylor Zakhar Perez) and the Prince of England (Henry, played by Nicholas Galitzine). The story shows how these two idiots go from enemies to friends to lovers and almost cause the Second War between England and the US.

The movie starts with the wedding of Henry's elder brother, Phillip and the £75,000 disaster. I will not spoil you guys but let's just say that from all the trouble that Alex gets into, this one takes the cake. Alex has to go back to England to do some damage control for the aforementioned disaster. During that process, he begins to see Henry in a different manner from the persona Henry shows to other people.

Henry is much more than the Prince of England's Hearts, he is an avid reader who goes on tangents about Lord Byron. He has named his dog after David Bowie, he watches Bake Off with the said dog and loves his sister, Bea.

Enough about His Royal Highness, the FSOTUS, Alex, is more than the charming heartthrob the media portrays him to be. He is someone whose feet are on the ground, and he wants to help the people of his country. He is a proud half-Mexican and full Texan. But the movie seems to forget to mention that Mexican heritage.

Alex wants to be a politician. He wants to help people and change the mindset of the stubborn Americans. He has a best friend, Nora, the granddaughter of the VP of the US, who admittedly should have had a bigger role in the movie.

The movie itself is fun to watch if you don't want a word to word enactment of the book. Some of the original dialogues are humourous and some of them downright adorable. The chemistry between the actors who was mind-blowing. They gave life to the beloved characters of Alex and Henry.

The movie cuts out a lot of characters and plot which makes Alex Claremont-Diaz what he is. They didn't show his love for politics, his elder sister June, his first boy crush, Liam, his step-father Leo who is very happily a Trophy Husband to the Madam President of the US.

They did not show Henry's mother who married an actor against the wishes of the Queen. They changed the Queen to a King. His mother was as absent as his dead father. They didn't give justice to Bea's character and Pez, Henry's millionaire philanthropist bestfriend.

However, they did show how Alex and Henry make history. They showed the beautiful iridescent love between them. They gave life to the love story of a bisexual First Son and a very much gay Prince of England. And for that, I love them.

After watching the movie, I read the book which I already owned. It was a birthday gift. The book is of course, better. It has 448 pages whereas the movie is not even two hours long. I ended up finishing the book in one-sitting. I started around 1 and finished at 3:15 am with water breaks in between. Do not judge me. I am a chaotic bi, okay?

Anyway, for today's song recommendation, this is a song which Alex and Henry danced to with forever in their mind and heart.

TLDR; a rant about RW&RB ♥️🤍💙

#Spotify #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rants

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3xm-draconic · 2 years

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Jojo's Bizarre little Adventure part 10 The Birthday Arc (p1 of 3)

so i decided to make mirtillo's birthday into a mini 3 part arc, this was inspired by the time i attended a friend's harry potter themed birthday party and i thought it would be fun to give mirtillo a harry potter themed birthday too.

Chapter 10: You're a wizard Mertillo (Birthday Arc p1).

“So bambina, have you thought about what you want for your birthday?” Doppio asked Mirtillo cheerfully while he washed dishes, he was just cleaning up the breakfast of apple and cinnamon pancakes he made for everyone, “I don’t really know, what do tallfolk do on their birthdays?”, “well I had an ice cream cake for my birthday when I turned 30” Pucci said fondly.

“My father took me out to a really nice restaurant on my birthday” Kira added with a smile, he often looked back on his birthdays happily, “humf… my birthdays were celebrated extravagantly, I had caviar, champagne and the finest chocolate the Jostar money could buy” DIO interrupted with a haughty smirk, “HA!, my birthdays were even more lavish, I once had a 7 tier cake decorated with a realistic peacock sugar sculpture” Diego added, trying to one-up the vampire.

“Shit I usually celebrated my birthday with a bottle of wine and a bubble bath” Diavolo shrugged, “birthdays did not have a significant role in my culture but I do fondly remember gathering honeycomb with Esi to give to Wammu and Santana when they improved their fighting abilities” Karz said proudly.

“I had a princess and the frog themed birthday once, it was pretty fun” Doppio chirped excitedly, remembering all the pretty decorations he had. Valentine turned to Doppio with a grin “a themed birthday party sounds fantastic!, what do you think, my little dust bunny?” he said to Mirtillo.

As Kira, Doppio and Pucci left for work the rest of the villains started planning Mirtillo’s birthday party, “why are we doing this, the kid aint ours and we don’t need to spend anything on her” Diavolo grumbled, “we all like her, she’s cute and having her around is like a free little dose of serotonin” Diego said back half-annoyed at the ex-don. “Technically Doppio and I adopted her so that does make her our kid” Valentine told Diavolo with a cheeky smile, “oh screw you Funny” Diavolo hissed and then left the living room to go complain somewhere else.

DIO, Diego, Valentine and Karz went online to look on pinterest with Mirtillo for party theme ideas (Pucci had shown DIO how to look up things on the laptop). “OH! how about dinosaurs, Mirtillo, I could turn into Scary Monsters and you can ride on my back” Diego suggested, his tail wagging behind him. “What about a masquerade party?, we can all dress up in beautiful masks” DIO said while pointing at a picture of a bejeweled golden mask.

“A mermaid themed party sounds intriguing” Karz said to Mirtillo as they both looked at a picture of an enchanting mermaid, “how about a fireworks party, you loved watching all the bright colors” Valentine suggested with an enthusiastic grin, he and Mirtillo both loved watching the fireworks he had lit on the 4th.

“They all sound fun… it’s really hard to choose one” Mirtillo squeaked sheepishly, they looked for a few more minutes before taking a break to watch a movie. “What does everyone want to watch?” Diego asked the group of villains, “I don’t know, why don’t we have Mirtillo pick?” DIO said with a shrug as he made himself a bag of popcorn, giving a small handful to Mirtillo to snack on. They signed in to Pucci’s netflix account and scrolled through the movies until Mirtillo saw one she liked, “that one, that one looks cool!” she chirped, excitedly hopping on the coffee table while pointing at the tv, she picked Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

Everyone settled in to watch, Karz was on the couch next to Valentine and DIO while Diego sat on the floor and Mirtillo sat on the coffee table. The villains watched as Mirtillo became enthralled by the film, she could not help but be amazed by all the special effects, the sets and the characters. Mirtillo’s tail wagged when she saw Harry play quidditch for the first time, she did get a little scared at the end when Harry fought Quirrell and turned him into ash though, all of them could not help but smile as she jumped up and down with joy after watching the film. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” Mirtillo squealed ecstatically, she then gasped “I know what I want my birthday theme to be!”

Now that they had a theme all the villain had to do was plan the party around it…better said than done, none of them knew a thing about Harry Potter besides the film they just watched, “I think Pucci has seen the movies, maybe he knows more” DIO remarked, “I’ll get Santana he has more knowledge and interest in human culture” Karz said as he left the couch to visit his fellow pillarmen.

#jjba #jojos bizarre little adventure #jojo bizarre adventure #birthday party #harry potter #g/t

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everythinggisnotokay · 2 years

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everything is not okay (chapter 1)

I grew up in a very complicated house. Don’t get me wrong, I grew up in a very privileged complicated house. For 13 years of my life, I lived the perfect life. I had an amazing childhood. I grew up with parents that doted on me and my little brother. We had movie Sundays, where we would go to the cinema and we would take turns choosing the movie. For the most part, they did everything a child would ever ask for. Sometimes, they would miss my birthday but at the end of the night they still try to make it there for us. Ice cream cakes and whatever gifts we wanted. But by 13, that is when everything changed. Talk about the dream. My best friends at the elite private international school would always tell me how envious they were that we were a perfect family. For them, their parents were either divorced before third grade or they unwillingly realised that they were the child of their mistress mum - a truth hard to swallow but common in our Asian culture. We would take time to take them to dinner at restaurants, to show them that we were a perfect family. Then it happened. It happened fast. Like an avalanche raining down on us until we couldn’t breathe. A bad business deal my father made. A mistake my mother couldn’t forgive. A mistake she single-handedly resolved for years to come, while he sits in despair and changes as a man with every year that passes. I did not recognise it at first. They tried their best to shield it from us. But eventually we knew what was happening. My brother pulled out of school in the middle of the semester. My mother crying most nights. I watched my mother at the heights of her years, accomplishing her dreams, crumbling down, left with almost nothing. We knew. But we didn’t know what to do. The fights became consistent. A constant in our lives. It grew louder and louder everyday. I retreated to the corner of my room. They don’t know how to communicate with me. But they still believed in me. With the last of our luck and pennies, my mother sent me abroad when I was 17. I lived and learned who I was. A privilege later afforded by my brother and the guilt I still carry at 32. Throughout the years, I never knew how their dysfunctional relationship would have an effect on us. But it did, and it was for the worst. But how long until you stop playing the victim? Other people have had it worse, at least they were always there and we still have movie Sundays, and I still get to pick the movie for the week. But I guess you always think your parents are your heroes. That their relationship is what you would strive to achieve later in life. I thought I would get married around the same age that they did. They were, for an Asian couple in the 90s, progressively married later at 32 but here I am staring at the calendar and counting down the days, realising that it is not going to happen this year. Realising that I haven’t had a meaningful relationship since I was 26. Their relationship, it made me yearn for any type of love given my way even if it came with conditions and red flags. Even if I knew that it wasn’t the right love for me. And I gave it away, as easy as candy just because I wanted them to stay. My little brother, on the other hand, bare the bulk of it. He had to grow up fast. He soon realises that one shouldn’t settle until it feels right. But it never felt right. And now he is 28 and wondering why. You see, my parents are divorced but still live together. They wake up to each other. But just in different rooms. They eat breakfast. But at separate times. And most of the days, they still fight and it is constant and it is still louder and louder every day.

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awalkingnovel · 1 year

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I don't think we talk enough about a father's love and how blessed are the ones who have immensely loving fathers. Now I don't know if it has something to do with being extremely observant and appreciative, but I have closely noticed every little gesture that my father has ever done for me out of nothing but pure love. The way he spends hours in the kitchen, making the most wholesome and delicious meals for his children, the way he once made a dessert for my school lunch and put almonds on the top of it in the shape of a heart, the way he takes me out for evening drives, just because he knows that I haven't been feeling my best, the way he relished the cake I once made as if it was the best thing in this world, even though it had salt instead of sugar, only because it was the first meal I ever prepared, the way he told me he believed in me and knew that I would be the best performer in the room, when I felt anxious over a presentation, the way he takes pictures of us and keeps them collected in folders, as if we're his muse, the way I told him I was fascinated by a barbie themed closet as a 7 year old and he surprised me with one the very next day, the way I made a card once and he proudly showed it to everyone, the way my hands were sweaty from being nervous on my nursery annual function and it all disappeared once I saw him waving at me sitting in the front, the way he ran after the train I sat in for as long as he could just to say goodbye as I went to a school trip alone for the first time, the way I came back from vacation only to find out that he had made a mini room for me with all my favorite things, the way I expressed my desire to watch movies at home once and he got a projector set up the next day, the way he softly caresses my head to wake me up for school even if he barely slept, the way I tell him that I liked eating the bag of chips he bought last night and he brings an entire bunch of it the next day, the way he brings me coffee exactly the way I like it, the way he would let me buy an entire shop if it brings a smile on my face, the way he takes a chocolate from my brother for himself, only to give it to me, the way he lets me know how beautiful I look after I try a new outfit on, the way he walks around in the whole world, only to get that one thing I told him I wanted, the way he feels the happiest to take us out for ice cream, even after a long day at work, the way he is the last one to get ready, only to save me from getting scolded, the way he saves me each time my mother gets mad at me, the way he works day and night, only to give us the kind of life we dream of, the way he sent a cake to me on my birthday, even though he was a hundred miles away, just so I could feel his presence. There's something so incredible about the way a father loves and lets a daughter know how she deserves to be treated by a man who is right for her. We wander everywhere begging for love, not realising that maybe the purest form of love is right next to us, in those little gestures, those little sacrifices, that tend to go unseen. Perhaps, this is the love language every girl should look for.

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hokuto-no-pen · 1 year

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The Origin Of Hokuto No Pen! (hi!)

It's honestly surreal to me that I'm going to be turning 27 on January 4th, 2023. My life has gone through so many changes. My father recently passed away on Christmas, and the 15th anniversary of when I started to become serious about being an animator was only some days ago.

I have been watching animation since I was a child, the first being Disney's Pinocchio. While I was mesmerized by the lifelike qualities of the characters and the way they moved, I'll admit I was sort of impervious to the storytelling of most western animation and some anime here and there. Part of it, was that Pinocchio is literally the greatest animated film in the world, and finding anything that wasn't downhill from there was hard. The animation is flawless, the gags timeless, and the characters incredibly appealing. However I was starting to get sick of these animated western movies that all had the same premises (I'll go into this in a later post. Look for Talking Animals, Talking Objects, and Superheroes.)

I certainly went through a manga and Pokemon phase like many children at that age, where I was genuinely interested in the idea of making a comic in the style and format of a manga, but most of my ideas then were sort of childish and cringeworthy like most elementary and middle schoolers. I loved playing Gameboy games, and valued my prized collection of Pokemon. I have so many fond memories of taking my Gameboy to summer camp to play Pokemon Leaf Green, and trading with my friends. I was certainly making art at the time, but was more focused on having fun and had no clear goals. After all, I was still a kid.

I clearly remember a big change culturally in 2006 when the English dub of Naruto premiered on Toonami for the first time. It was like a genuine break I saw from the same themes and characters I was seeing in western animation. I was just in shock that there was this cool TV show where there were these dudes flying around fighting in mid-air, with all these powers, tremendous worldbuilding, and of course loud grunge music that blasted every time it aired on TV.

At that point I had come to a very strong conclusion that I wanted to be a manga artist. So I spent most of my free time writing stories, but not in the way most other people were doing in. I would write the stories in a very simulated fashion, much like a director does takes of a stage play. I would treat it like I was a kid playing house, and I played the roles of all the characters, would voice them out, and truly test the characters I was writing to see how they could grow and become more interesting. Little did I know there was a film out there that would absoulutly blow my mind and make me drop being a manga artist all together in favor of making animation.

It was when I was 12 years old in December of 2008, I remember being invited to a friend's birthday party, where we watched two films: Hideyuki Kurata's original video animation, Read or Die, and Steamboy.

We watched maybe the first part of Steamboy before we got distracted by cake, but it was Read or Die that literally changed the course of my life forever. For the first time, I saw an animated story that moved me like nothing else had in my life, and created a burning fire in my heart that since has literally never left me.

To me, Hideyuki Kurata was a master at animated storytelling, and he made you feel like your were watching magic you could not explain. Not that it couldn't be broken down or explained, but you were so entertained you couldn't be bothered. It seemed like this man could make a story out of anything, and do so flawlessly. In a moment of being exposed to him, I realized that if I wanted to I could create media that had that kind of impact on myself. I wanted more than anything to do what he was doing.

In the following years, I became obsessed with Read Or Die and the media surrounding it, and began to research Hideyuki and his artistic process, which were like a guiding light to me in tough times.

It was around that time that I had started writing a multimedia project called Inspector Obvious. I kept writing scripts, rewriting, and figure drawing and creating art every single day. I would be submitting my portfolio to animation colleges in hopes that I could learn how to become a better animator. I worked hard in art classes, but was extremely bored and wanted more stimulation and more knowledge about animating from real animators.

I studied Japanese and even visited Japan in high school to the greatest of culture shock, and took my after school art classes as seriously as I could for an average high schooler.

Later in life, after various personal struggles I will refer to in another blogpost with content warnings, I finally worked up the courage to apply for an animation school despite the challenges I faced, and was accepted into Don Bluth University in 2020. I studied under Don Bluth for an entire year over zoom, along with a small class of wonder artists and animators at various skill levels. Don, despite being incredibly old, showed full mental sharpness and attention to each and everyone of us. For the first time, I got real advice about what I was doing wrong, and learned how to think like an animator, more so than I ever thought before.

Studying with Don Bluth changed my life. Since 2021 when I graduated from the program I have been working on my demo reel, and my Inspector Obvious multimedia project which I hope to share with the world someday.

This blog is a culmination of my adventures, and my specific knowledge I have gathered from various old animators overtime, and my nerdy rants about anime or whatever else I think people should know. I feel like I worked really hard to gain this knowledge, and want to share it with everyone.

I also taught myself how to cel paint, and will be discussing my methodology in detail on here.

Syd Fox - January 3rd, 2023

#2d animation #blog post #artists on tumblr #creative writing

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freezerbreak · 4 years

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ight so tonight was a night 😐 /neg

#vent/rant incoming oops #idk i guess this just hits too close to my experiences (trauma? am i allowed to call it that?)#and i've been trying to solve the self destructive habits that i've developed from it #a huge part of that is people-pleasing. i'm trying so hard to accept the fact i cant make everyone happy and #if i change myself to impress others #they're not really happy with *me* they're happy with an act that i have to stress to keep up #so ive been trying to. care less yknow #but having a mob come for me for stating my opinion #much less one pertinent my own community! one they are not part of!#i didn't take them seriously but i couldn't stop myself from getting anxious #it's my father's birthday and i just wanted to have take-out & cake & watch a movie with my family #but instead i was too nauseous from anxiety to eat #but yeah you're protecting mlm by spouting your dumb shit and turning us into your petty discourse #/s /s /s #i try to be a respectful person but i do honestly want to say fuck you #fuck you for turning my sexuality into discourse for you to earn your pretty internet points off #i hate that discourse has reached the point where we're no longer normalizing mlm relationships #we're now casting them off to the side into categories of 'normal content' and 'mlm content'#feels weird as fuck to me when i just want to be seen as an equal to non lgbt people #and i'll get called a 'bootlicker' for that? fuck you.#i'm not a bootlicker for wanting to live a normal life #othering myself was so stress inducing. i was so constantly tired when i acted so high and mighty for being lgbt #i have gotten so sidetracked here #i dont know what the hell im talking about #vent

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-).

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped.

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency-

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake.

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don’t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour.

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on.

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell.

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face.

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?”

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist.

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time.

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong.

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?”

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes.

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong.

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons.

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.”

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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asonofpeter · 3 years

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Happy Birthday

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Although it's your birthday, Peter has other plans on how to spend it.

Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving) Peter is toxic and manipulative, angst and fluff, smut (18+)

A/N: It's my birthday! And in honor of this yearly celebration, I present you a smut one shot I have written with my favorite man! Dub-con/non-con is still something new I have dabbled with so please be nice! If you enjoy this oneshot, I have others in the same universe and you can check them out on my masterlist! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

“So how do you wanna spend your birthday?” Peter crept up your body, your chest heaving up and down from the round you two just came down from. “I’ll give you anything you want,” he smirked, kissing along your arm.

“Anything?” your ears perked at the thought.

“Mhmm,” he nodded against your skin, his arm tightening around your waist.

“Well, if you put it that way,” you smiled deviously, turning around in his arms to face him, a proud smile on his face as he waited to hear the words he expected falling from your mouth.

“I want to have a full movie marathon of every chick-flick,” you pressed your hands against his chest, your lip going between your teeth in anticipation, Peter’s face faltering when your words filled his ears.

“Baby, we already had a movie marathon last week,” he furrowed his brows, his head propped up by his arm as he gazed down at you.

“Okay let me clarify,” you cleared your throat. “I want to have a movie marathon with you without any interruptions,” you clarified, causing his brows to furrow even more. “I want to have a movie marathon with you without you getting bored half way and us having sex in the end,” you stated again.

“But how can I, you’re so irresistible,” he tilted his head down and kissed along your neck, making you roll your eyes.

“You can sit through six hours of Star Wars,” you pointed out. “But please? I love those movies and I wanna watch them with you,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog face.

“So you don’t want birthday sex? Cause I was planning a whole special thing for you,” he trailed, his fingers running along the curves of your body.

“After we have our marathon,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Okay, fine, whatever the birthday girl wants,” he smiled reluctantly.

~~~~~

A week later on the evening of your birthday, you got your favorite snacks and movies lined up with the TV on in Peter’s room, he had the best TV, as you waited for him to come home from patrol.

You had already spent the day with your father, doing your usual birthday celebrations and had some cake with the rest of the Avengers.

You never knew celebrating with so many people would be fun and birthday cake was also another thing you added to your list of favorite foods.

Hydra really kept the greatest things from you.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Peter swung through his window, pulling his mask off as he pulled out a small wrapped gift from his backpack.

“Peter, you didn’t have to get me anything, the marathon was enough,” you softly smiled, taking the gift regardless.

“Just open it,” he breathed out a laugh.

You carefully undid the wrapping paper, finding a small jewelry box from Tiffany & Co. Opening it up, your gaze was set on a beautiful spider necklace.

“Peter, I love it,” you teared up. “It’s like yours,” you smiled brightly, teeth showing as you held it up into the light. “Thank you,” you wrapped your arms around him, mindful of the necklace in your hand.

“Here let me put it on,” he grabbed it from your hands, your arms wrapping around your neck to move your hair out of the way.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold metal hitting your skin, Peter’s gloved hands warming the sensation.

“How does it look?” you asked, turning around.

“Like you belong to me,” he grinned, pulling you close into his hold. “Looks good,” he cupped your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You happily accepted his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him in close.

He took your eagerness as permission to deepen the kiss, his hands roaming your body greedingly.

“Hold on, Spider-Man,” you pulled away from him, grabbing a hold of his hands. “You have a movie marathon that you promised me to attend to,” you cocked a brow, the corner of your lip curving upwards.

“You’re serious?” he bluntly stated, brows furrowed and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes darken.

“Yes, now come on, these movies aren’t gonna watch themselves,” you dragged him over to the couch he had in his room. “But go shower first.”

Peter let out a reluctant sigh, that innocent glint you had in your eyes made him want to take you right there, but he couldn’t do that, could he?

“Why don’t you join me?” he suggested, trying to pose innocently, but you knew better than that.

“No,” you shook your head, laughing when he dropped his offering hand to his side.

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You sat on the couch, admiring your new necklace.

The spider shines beautifully in the light, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

The sound of the bathroom door opening caught your attention, Peter strolling out with a towel hanging low on his hips, water running down his muscles and you couldn’t help but stare.

“Still want to have your movie marathon?” he asked, ruffling his hair with a towel, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes, actually I do,” you stated matter of factly, shaking your head when you realized he was trying to seduce you.

Huffing, Peter changed into some clothes, making sure to put on his ‘find x’ t-shirt, knowing that was your favorite one on him.

“So what movies are we watching?” he smiled, sitting on the far right of the couch, his arm wrapping around you as you cuddled into his side.

“We’ll start off with Mean Girls, then work our way from there, ending with Legally Blonde,” you smiled, pressing your cheek into his chest.

“Sounds good,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, rubbing your arm as he let out a heavy breath through his nose.

~~~~~

The two of you flew through Mean Girls and She’s All That, you were surprised Peter hasn’t made any moves yet, but you weren’t complaining.

Unfortunately, you jinxed yourself, midway through 13 Going on 30, Peter was getting handsy.

“I still can’t get over how Mark looks like Bruce Banner,” you commented, munching on some popcorn, dismissing Peter’s attempts of kissing you.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, not paying much attention to the movie, his lips tracing against the side of your face, peppering a few kisses here and there. “What if we pause the movie here and get onto other festivities?” he suggested, his other arm coming around your front to pull you in closer.

“Not a chance, Peter,” you shook your head, shrugging him off. “Later,” you promised him, pecking his lips, only for him to chase them when you pulled away.

When your gaze returned to the screen, Peter rolled his eyes, throwing his head back against the back of the couch, his behavior not going unnoticed by you, but you chose to ignore him.

With 13 Going on 30 was completed and you moved onto Miss Congeniality, Peter became restless, constantly shifting in his seat, propping and unpropping his feet on the coffee table and continuously kissing your neck and collarbone.

You finally had enough when he snuck his hand under your waistband.

“Peter! Please!” you furrowed your brows, jumping away from him.

“I just want to show you how much I love you,” he defended, his hands reaching out to you.

“And you could do that by watching a few movies with me, like what the fuck!” you stood up. “Can’t you see that I just want to spend quality time with you? Not everything has to be about sex!” you retorted, already storming across his room and to the door.

But before you had the chance to even open it, Peter got there before you, his hand stopping you from opening it.

“I just wanted to have a special night with my girl on her birthday, was that too much to ask?” he gritted, eyes blazing with anger.

“I thought we were having a special night,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. “And I told you we could do what you wanted after the movies, I’d say that’s fair considering it’s my birthday,” you gulped, shrinking into the small space he gave you.

This side of Peter was one you saw come out at very few instances, but this time there was more fury in his body language and his tone, truthfully you were afraid what he was going to do.

“Look, I just wanted to share something I love with you, okay?” you felt tears prick at your eyes. “I love you so much and this was the only thing I have asked of you,” you shut your eyes, tears pouring down.

You hoped that your crying gave him sympathy and when you peeled your eyes open- it seemed to work.

He had a sense of remorse laced on his features, his hand quick to wipe away your tears before he had you pulled into his chest.

“Don’t cry, we’ll watch the rest of the movies,” he said into your hair, placing a kiss on your hairline.

You slowly nodded your head, sniffling against his shirt as he led you back to the couch, your head resting against him while you finished off your movie marathon.

Legally Blonde was your final one on your list, and you watched it through tear stained eyes, but you were happy nonetheless.

~~~~~

“Oh,” you jumped, your core already sensitive from your previous orgasm, Peter’s head still in between your legs as he lapped up your juices.

The moment the credits for Legally Blonde rolled through, Peter attacked you, his hands roaming everywhere he possibly could.

Soon he had you rid of your clothes, your naked form spread across the bed.

“So much better than those stupid movies,” he whispered to himself, but you were able to catch onto the words.

You frowned at them, your heart breaking at what he said.

Although you were completely ripped away from that thought when he sucked on your sensitive bud, a moan piercing through you, your hand running through his hair, tugging a bit more harshly this time around.

His hands gripped onto your thighs, spreading them wider than before as you kept shutting them around his face- not that he minded.

Your back arched when his fingers reached that spot inside of you, a shiver running along your spine, your other hand coming up to toy with your nipple, feeling the peak grow hard.

Your second orgasm was approaching, your legs shaking and Peter had to hold you down at your hips by how much you jolted and moved.

“Oh!” you moaned, letting go, your eyes rolling the back of your head, your hand pushing Peter’s face closer to your core.

“Mhmmm,” he groaned, swiping once more against your slit before he crawled his way back up, wiping his mouth before he kissed you.

You placed your hands softly against his shoulders, your whole body shaking and you hummed as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pulled away, admiring you beneath him, his fingers stroking some hair out of your face.

He slowly hovered over you, preparing himself to go inside you, but you took this as an opportunity to turn over on your stomach.

“What are you doing?” he stopped in his movements, brows furrowed and his voice laced with irritation.

“I want you behind me,” you simply said, the side of your face laying on the mattress, ass up in the air.

You truly didn’t want to look at him in this moment, the comment he made haunted your thoughts again and you just wanted to get it over with.

“But I want to see your face,” he argued, hands placed on your hips as he swiftly turned you back around. “I’m making love to you tonight, baby,” he muttered, crawling on top of you as he slid inside, a groan escaping his lips.

You gasped at the sudden contact, your hands flying up to his sides as you braced for each thrust.

He hid his face in your neck, your chin resting on his shoulder, your bodies held close with each other as he continued to slip in and out of you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and your intertwined bodies gushing and slapping against one another.

You clinged onto his body, your fingers tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck, tears running down your face each time he snapped his hips against yours.

Peter moaned into your ear, his teeth grazing against your lobe, his hand curled above your head as he cradled it, his other arm rested beside you as he used that leverage to enter you deeper.

You winced each time you felt him press against you, your third orgasm approaching each time his pelvis rubbed against your clit, your chests rubbing together.

A whine escaped your lips, your walls clenching around him, making him hiss out in pleasure.

You laid there, your limbs wrapped around his frame and you squeezed your eyes shut, a few more cries leaving you, causing Peter to stop in his movements.

“Why are you crying?” he grabbed your face with both hands.

“Did you really not like spending time with me?” you dropped your arms down to cover your chest, Peter’s jaw clenching when he heard your words.

“Babe, are you really crying over it still?” he dropped his head.

“I just want to know why you can’t enjoy something that I like for once,” you felt more tears fall. “I don’t want to be here anymore, I just want to go to my room,” you said, trying to get out of his grasp.

“No,” he stated firmly, his hands gripping your wrists against the mattress to prevent you from moving. “I love you so fucking much,” he gritted, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Peter, I-” you choked out, wanting to tell him off, but his actions were scaring you into submission.

“We just have a few differences, baby, I just wanted to show you I love you my way,” he coaxed, his words sounding sincere but his gaze was hard, telling you otherwise. “Tell me you love me.”

He began to rock his hips again, your mouth opening wide as he began thrusting you harder than before.

Your head pressed harder against the pillow, you felt yourself squeezing around him, inviting him deeper, your legs subconsciously spreading wider.

Your gaze never left his, your mind set on coming as he fucked you.

“Say it,” he grunted, his dick twitching inside you, hands squeezing tighter around your wrists, the pleasure distracting you from the pain.

“I love you,” you cried, your orgasm washing over you as Peter thrusted one last time, letting his load shoot inside you, your walls painted white with his cum.

Stilling against you, Peter let go of your wrists, your hands coming down as you rubbed them soothingly.

You gulped in fear of what he was going to do next but you were left shocked when he simply placed a passionate kiss on your lips.

“Don’t ever forget it, baby,” he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

He gently slipped out of you, his cum spilling out, but he didn’t mind, instead, he rolled the two of you under the covers, pulling you into his chest, his softening dick poking against your ass.

As you laid there still, you gulped, tears still falling from your eyes, but you were too scared to move.

And then you felt Peter nuzzling his nose along your face, a small smile as he was left satisfied, then he whispered in your ear before going to sleep.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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