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icdigits · 1 year
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04.01.23 - Little Sable Point Lighthouse
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covrettcreative · 2 years
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Evening at Little Sable Point
Seen near Mears, Michigan.
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frenchkisstheabyss · 10 months
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♡ 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖 "ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤" ♡
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♡ Mature Content! Minors DNI! Warnings below the break ♡
♡ Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!ateez x chubby!fem!reader
♡ Summary: A nice, calm, wholesome movie night with your boyfriends except I lied and nothing but absolute filth happens.
♡ Genre: smut with a sprinkle, a smidge, a barely visible flake of plot
♡ Word Count: 3.6k-ish
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♡ Warnings: (issa lot happening so pls lmk if I miss anything) masturbation (f), use of toys (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), anal penetration & eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know not to do that irl!), creampies, edging, double vaginal penetration, things get rough, scratching, gagging, pet names (good girl, bad girl, slut, le usual)
♡ A/N: I wrote this with the intention of writing this soft, romantic piece but my mind got lost in the gutter and built a home there so here we are. Thanks to @anyamaris for supporting me in my nonsense as she always does.
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Even with the air conditioner on, a wave of heat washes over you. Two fingers---your fingers---press firmly against your clit. You know your body better than anyone in this room. Every flick of your wrist makes your walls clench around the vibrator Hongjoong’s fucking you with. The ultra-soft silicone curves to rest its flat tip directly on your g spot. He keeps it at medium speed, the low hum of the toy a hypnotizing instrumental to the weakened moans leaving your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers, delicately kissing your thigh. And you are.
Lying in the middle of your living room floor on a pile of the fluffiest pillows, you’re the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen. The plan had been to watch a movie. Horror---comedy---who cares? How could they watch anything but you? Legs spread wide. Pussy weeping, begging you to keep going just like that. Your panties, moist beyond measure, are looped around your ankle. The tight plaid mini skirt you wear is pushed up, not denying them a bit of your plush belly. Your nipples are two, tightly beaded indentations in your black crop top. They brush against the cotton each time your chest rises, turning you on even more.
It’s getting harder to play with your clit. Your muscles are tensing like a rubber band stretched near its breaking point. Your wrists are going limp. Your legs are shaking, causing your thighs to jiggle so deliciously that Hongjoong can’t resist nibbling at them. What he loves, what gets him off the most, is simply to watch you make a mess of yourself. “Mmm, Joongie. I’m gonna cum---” you gasp, arching against the pillows. Hongjoong’s laugh is nearly undetectable but you hear it, oozing lust. He’s happy with himself and with you. Pulling the soaked vibrator from your core, he pushes three fingers into you.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my fingers.” Hongjoong moves your hand away from your clit, wrapping his lips around it in a small O shape. Your arms fall above your head, your head turning to catch Yunho staring at you from the couch. Yunho looks spaced out. It’s as if his mind is off somewhere far away but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His mind is on you and no one else. It's fixated on the way your eyelids flutter when Hongjoong suckles at your clit. It’s committing to memory that sweet little smile you shoot him right before you lose control of your body. 
Hongjoong’s been edging you for an hour all for this moment when he can finger you hard and fast, tonguing your clit as pleasure rips through your body. You’re grabbing at nothing---at anything---to ground yourself but it’s no use. “Hongjoong. Fuck” you whine, struggling to find your breath, “I can’t. Too much. Too---fuck.” Wooyoung rises from his spot on the recliner to kneel above your head. “Let me help” he coos, kissing you on the forehead. His fragrant sable locks dance around your cheeks like curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.
Smooth hands massage their way up your arms, loosening your muscles as they tighten. Fingers press into your shoulders---tickle your collarbone---traverse the arches of your breasts to circle your nipples. Woo slips your shirt up, laying his hands flat on your breasts. He kneads them, pinching your nipples in his palms. “Woo---” you moan, “Joongie---ah.” You mindlessly writhe beneath them. Hongjoong’s knuckles are grinding against your slit. His fingers---they’re so deep---spreading you open even wider. 
Woo smiles down at you and there’s something so genuine about it because it is. “He’s right---” he says, “You’re so beautiful.” Woo drags his tongue across your lips just as Hongjoong’s tongue swirls between your pussy lips. There’s an audible squelching sound when his fingers pop out of you, the suction of your walls holding onto him for dear life too relentless to let him go quietly. Hongjoong gets up on his knees, sucking at his fingers, and admires the way you’re still clenching for him. He’d edge you more---keep you like this all night---but he knows he has to share.
With one last kiss which he plants on your lower belly, he leaves you in Woo’s capable hands. Woo reaches over you to run a finger across your slit and you giggle at how much it tickles. When he leans forward you get a clear view of how hard he is and catch yourself salivating. You bring a hand up to rub against his bulge. A groan emerges from somewhere deep within him, “Bad girl.” Still a tad loopy from your orgasm, you fumble your way up onto your knees. “But you love it, don’t you?” you tease, your hand reaching down to rub against him again.
Woo nibbles at his bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, tucking a rogue strand behind his ear, “Up.” One word spoken in the singsong voice of an angel such as yourself has him up on his feet without question. Just as you reach for Woo’s zipper, strong arms grab you from behind, locking you in their embrace. “Choi San!” you gasp, admiring that dimpled grin of his, “I’m kinda trying to focus here---” San kisses down your neck, dipping one hand between your thighs.
His other hand cradles your chin, fingers pinching into your cheeks, and turns your head back towards Woo where a throbbing cock, arousal moistening the tip, waits for you. “Then focus---” San says, lightly squeezing your cheeks. You let your tongue fall free, resting it on the underside of Woo’s cock. Rolling it around his sensitive tip, you collect the warm salty liquid on your tongue. San lets go of your cheeks, giving you the room to bring your hand up and grip Woo’s base. You glance up at him and he’s already fixed on you. They stay that way as your fingertips trace the veins traveling up his shaft, stroking back to his base and starting all over again.
San raises your ass enough to slip his cock between your thighs. Somehow he’s even harder than Woo and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You wanna fuck me, Sannie?” “Hmm, is that how we ask?” he growls into your neck, grinding against you. Poking your ass out, you lay your head back onto his shoulder, “I want you to fuck my tight little cunt, Sannie. Please.” San grips you by the hips, sinking into you with zero patience. A vibrator has nothing on San’s cock. Woo tangles his fingers in your hair, sliding his thickness between your lips.
Bobbing your head back and forth, you suck your cheeks in---fan them out---mimicking the exact thing your pussy’s doing to San’s cock. It’s a flawlessly choreographed dance between the three of you. San bucking his hips, feeding you every inch. You rolling back against him, taking him like a--- “Pretty little slut---” San’s panting, the slobber dripping down your chin from sucking Woo off making you look like exactly that. Woo holding your head steady while you pump his glistening length, your hand and mouth working together to put his stomach in knots.
With Woo stuffing your cheeks, your screams are muffled when San picks up his pace. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, slapping you on the ass. “Mmpphh” is all you can manage, Woo’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Woo and San bounce you back and forth, whispering praises that have you back on the edge in no time. Your hips stutter, cluing San in that you’re close, and his pace becomes unforgiving. Woo scoops up one of your breasts, pinching your nipples, feeling their weight in his hand. “Don’t stop---shit---y/n. So good. Don’t---” Woo twitches between your lips, pumping his seed directly down your throat.
Never one to be wasteful you drink him down, massaging his balls with your free hand. “Fuck---pussy’s so good y/n---gonna cum” San hisses and you’re cumming again. He cums with you, ropes of white painting your insides from the other end. Woo leans forward, kissing your puffy lips, “I’ll get you some water.” “And a popsicle please.” Woo and San look at each other---back at you---at each other---back at you. San straightens out your skirt, “What for?” Your gaze dances over to Seonghwa and the two of you immediately begin to blush. “We---uh---” Seonghwa stutters, “Don’t worry about it.”
Yeosang politely moves Woo and San away from you. “Excuse me. Sorry” he apologizes, moving between them to sweep you up into his arms, “We’ll get the water.” It’s not that you don’t know Yeosang can pick you up but every time he does you melt. Yeosang carries you toward the kitchen and Seonghwa’s right behind him. “And the uh---yeah.” Jongho hops up to follow them, pushing through San and Woo with zero of the politeness Yeosang offered. “Thanks though” he grins, patting Woo on the shoulder, “But not really.” 
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“Oh my---that’s---that” you gasp, pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoy the sensation. Seonghwa bending you over your dresser and swirling a popsicle in your asshole wasn’t on your 2023 bingo board but he has you wondering why it never was. The chill of the popsicle is calming in a way. You were overheating for a bit there but now? You feel tingly all over. With the popsicle melted and your thighs coated in drips of sticky, strawberry syrup, Seonghwa goes to work licking it off of you. His long tongue trails up your left thigh---down your right thigh. It comes back up to your ass, nibbling at the plush cheeks and making you squeal. He stays there for a second kissing them, massaging them, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.
“Hwa---mmph” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he tongues your candy-coated asshole. Imagine having an itch. Not just any itch. One of those itches that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. One of those itches that refuse to be ignored. But you can’t reach it. No matter how hard you try, your arms just aren’t reaching until---oh god---you finally do. You scratch it and it’s so good that your legs could give out. Nothing, not a single thing, compares to how uniquely amazing that feels. That’s what it feels like to have Seonghwa making figure eights in your ass like his tongue's a professional figure skater.
While you’re bent over seeing stars, he maintains a shaky hold on his cock. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, in sync with yours. “Fuck, you taste so good” he mumbles, fully prepared to smother himself if it means tasting as much of you as possible. You hear a moan you’ve heard a dozen times before. Seonghwa tries to suppress them when he cums even though you wish he wouldn’t. Usually, he hates being messy but his cum has already glazed over his hand and the afterglow is heaven. “Fuck it,” he says to himself, falling across the bed. Spinning around you come face to face with Jongho. “Hey ya cutie” you beam, poking his cheeks.
Sometimes people say that he’s scary, mean even, but when you look at him all you see is your cuddly bear. You drape your arms over his shoulders for support, “Your turn?” Jongho effortlessly lifts you onto the dresser, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it. And he has. “My turn.” He presses the head of his cock against your clit and there they are again. The hot flashes. That thin layer of perspiration on your skin. Jongho grabs your arms, pinning them behind you, and drives into you. “You’re still so wet.” “Not still” you whisper, “This is just for you.” Jongho thrusts into you and you’re full again, his cock much thicker than you remember.
Your exhausted muscles can hardly hold up to being fucked this hard but you don’t have to worry about that. In his arms, you don’t have to worry about anything besides feeling good. He could keep you steady all night if Yeosang weren’t snatching you away, tossing you on the bed. “Yeosang!” you shout, sliding back on the bed, “You can’t just throw people around like that!” Yeosang climbs on top of you, pushing your shirt up, “I can’t?” He brushes a thumb across one of your nipples, lapping at the other as his fingers massage your breast. “You can---shit---do it again” you surrender between shallow breaths.
Yeosang slips into you, his cock pulsing in time with each rise of his hips. His defined arms slip beneath your body, hands locking just behind your back. When he flips you over on top of him, it’s like your whole world’s been turned on its side. He bounces you up and down in his lap, the tremors traveling far behind your core. Just as he picks up a rhythm Jongho tears you away from him, propping you up against the wall. You’d make some smartass comment about Jongho not being good at sharing. If only there were time enough for that.
His arms are already tucked behind your knees, supporting your weight as he fucks you against the wall. “You’re such an addictive little slut, you know that?” he says, and your heart flutters. You just love when he sweet-talks you. The angle he has you at is perfect for stimulating your g spot. He’s bumping right up against it and you’re clamped down around him, as addicted to him as he is to you. “Can I borrow this?” Yeosang asks, peeling you away from Jongho and tossing you back onto the bed. 
This time you’re on your knees. All fours is simply out of the question with how completely destroyed you are. “Are you just gonna toss me around all night?” you whine, burying your face in the blankets. Seonghwa lays his head beside yours, nuzzling up to you. “Of course not” he assures you, his voice warm and comforting, “I won’t throw you around when I have you. A light roll maybe---” 
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“Pirates! Cowboys! Biker gangs!” you mumble incoherently, jolting awake. Shaking off those incredibly strange dreams, you realize that you’re still in bed. Judging from how dark it is in your room, it’s well past midnight. You must’ve fallen asleep after what your aching muscles are telling you was a wrestling match with a bear. A barely awake Yunho tightens his arm around you from behind, “Cowboys? I’ll do anything for you but I am not putting on a cowboy costume.” “I will,” Mingi yawns, cuddling up closer to you from the other side, “I get nice boots. Probably a cool jacket. Ooh, some guns---”
“There are no guns!” you interrupt, “When did you two even get in here?” Yunho shrugs, “A few hours ago. You never came downstairs and we missed you.” The “we” he’s referring to is obvious when you notice how hard he is against your back. “You fell asleep on us” Mingi pouts, a hand running up your thigh to squeeze your ass. You drape a leg around his waist, smooching him on the nose, “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” Mingi pouts even more, knowing how soft you go for him when he does this. “That! You guys are both being so---” “So?” Yunho asks, his long fingers reaching between your legs to stroke your pussy. 
You shiver at the contact. Having Yunho behind you, his cock pressing into the small of your back, his fingers teasing you, makes your heart race. Mingi spreads your thighs, giving Yunho more than enough room to curl his fingers into you. “Finish what you were saying.” “I---uh---” “Uh---uh” Mingi mocks, petting your cheek. You move to playfully slap him but he grabs you by the wrist, kissing you before you can even consider trying anything else. Yunho eases a third finger into your core, “You like it when I play with your little cunt, don’t you?” “Mm-hmm” you hum, lidded eyes glossing over.
Yunho stays focused on tapping your sweet spot while Mingi hypnotizes you with his lips. Mingi has you so drugged, so completely entranced, that you don’t even notice when one of Yunho’s fingers is replaced with his. It’s not until there are four of them inside of you, two of Mingi’s and two of Yunho’s that you feel the difference. Feel the intensity of the stretch. “I think she likes it” Mingi grins, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Yunho follows suit, slipping a thumb into your ass. “Fuck---yes---Yunie---Mingi---mmm!” you cry out, so overstimulated that your eyes begin to water. 
They grind into you harder, forcing out screams louder than any you’ve made tonight. “Please---inside of me---wanna feel you. Both of you” you whine, so lost in how badly you want them that you don’t realize what you’re asking. Mingi slides his hand out, smearing your juices between your folds, “Aah, she’s adventurous tonight. You sure you can handle that?” “I-I can. Ah, shit. I need it.” Yunho spreads his fingers in a V, rolling them around inside of you, stretching you from every angle. Mingi brings the head of his cock to splash in the juices leaking from your needy core and Yunho pulls out of you, focusing instead on freeing himself from his pants.
For a fleeting moment, it occurs to you how fucking insane you are. Mingi and Yunho at the same time? It’s not only the thickness, it’s the length. You wonder if you have a death wish. Mingi guides himself into you, only the first inch, sending shockwaves through your system. If this is how you die, you figure, at least you’ll die happy. Yunho spits into his palm, moistening his length before he brings it to meet your already occupied slit. Mingi slides in another inch or two, keeping his cock flush against the roof of your walls. Yunho raises himself into you, taking his time to watch for any signs that you’re uncomfortable, “Let us know if it’s too much, okay?” You make a little squeak to acknowledge how nice it feels to be protected, even when he’s in the process of tearing you in half.
He begins to slide up into you, pausing to let Mingi push in a little more, then taking his turn again. It’s a toe-curling, lip-biting back and forth to get them both inside of you. Once they are, you're falling apart, screaming, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he gathers the material and shoves it in your mouth. “We don’t want them to think we’re killing you.” You’re so full, stretched beyond your limit, that only one of them can fuck into you at once. There’s no room for anything---or anyone---else. You belong to them. “You’re always worth waiting for but shit” Mingi grunts, his length throbbing, as much as it can given the space.
There’s moisture on your cheeks. You’re crying. Not from pain. No. That initial sting gave way to pleasure once they were both finally inside of you. You’re crying, drenched in your own tears, because parts of you are shifting that you didn’t even know could. Every stroke has your ears ringing, your heart in your stomach. You feel heavy and weightless all at once. The darkness of the room swallows you while somehow managing to be blindingly bright. There’s an explosion somewhere inside, releasing the building pressure. You’re at your peak again, legs kicking like you’re dangling high up. It hits you hard. So hard that you’re not breathing. Breathe, girl, breathe!
Just as you catch your breath and think that you’re maybe---maybe---coming down, Yunho's filling you up like a donut. Mingi pulls out, tapping his head against your clit as warm cum sprays against you. Correction: Filling you up like a glazed donut. The three of you collapse, unable to do much else besides make a series of broken noises. “Hmph mmm mm hmph,” you say? Scream? Mumble? Mingi throws his arm across his chest, understanding your incoherent huffs, and takes the shirt out of your mouth. You pat him lovingly on the head, “Thanks.” 
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Readjusting yourself on the toilet, you rub the partially melted popsicle between your legs. This is nowhere near sexual in nature. You’re just in desperate need of relief from how sore you are after the day’s events. “Aah, yup, that’s the spot” you sigh, “Seonghwa really was onto something.” “Was I?” Seonghwa asks, rubbing his eyes. You jump a bit, startled by his sudden appearance in the doorway. Seonghwa stretches, dragging his feet into the bathroom.
As adorable as he is in his pajamas, his hair a complete mess, seeing him right now isn’t ideal. He shakes off the sleep, taking his time to process what’s going on. “Is that a---” “Ssh, if you tell anyone---” Seonghwa’s cheeks turn rosy, a smile spreading across his face. He takes you by the hand, bringing you to your feet, “Come on.” “Hwa, hold on, do you think? I wasn’t--no. No!” You reach back to drop the popsicle in the sink but Hwa pulls you along. “Hold onto that.”
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periprose · 5 months
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Heyyy I’m literally playing through ps4 Spider-Man again 🤣!
I was wondering if I could request a ps4 fic, maybe Peter and reader have been dating for a while, and she gets hurt during the explosion and he can’t find her but she’s with may at feast with like a broken arm or something?? (She knows he’s Spider-Man) 👀🫶🏼
hey lol thanks for requesting! I'm on the first playthrough of the game myself. Basically this is set during the explosion at the election event in the game, and Peter and you are there to proudly watch Officer Davis accept his award.
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"Hey." Peter comes up from behind you on the sidewalk, fixing wrinkles in his civilian clothes. He must've just changed.
"Hey, Parker." You nudge him. "Ready to go watch Osborn smooch up to the well-meaning audience of Manhattan?"
"Well, ready as I'll ever be." Peter takes your hand. "I'm really just there to watch Davis get his well-deserving award, y'know. Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me Parker?"
"Meh, you love it." You joke. "You'll always be Parker to me, even if you are my boyfriend now. It's our thing."
Peter shakes his head, but you know based on his little smile- he loves that you have a little thing just for him.
Together, you walk to the intersection in front of City Hall, where many people crowd around, waiting for Mayor Osborn and whatever speech he's about to give today. They're all dressed in Osborn themed merchandise, cheering and clapping.
You can't believe this many people care about Osborn's so-called promises to the city- you and Peter are really hoping he won't be re-elected this term after all- but people are clapping for him, and you sigh knowing that your cost of living is about to go up.
"Hey. Wipe that frown off your face. We're here to be supportive." Peter whispers from next to you in the crowd, and you nod.
"Where's Davis? Is that him?" You whisper back, pointing to an older black man up on the stage.
"Yup. You wouldn't believe it, he was so helpful in Hell's Kitchen. Dude whipped out his gun and had my back like we've been best buds for years." Peter smiles. "There's not many out there doing it like him."
"He sounds like a real treasure. I'm glad you have someone on your side." You squeeze Peter's hand, and continue to look up towards the stage in mild excitement.
You don't really care for Osborn's speech- Peter laughs about his promise to open up technology for NYC when you both know that's reserved for the elite- but you both grin when Davis, looking nervous as ever, walks up the stage to receive his award.
"It is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour." Osborn hangs a medal around Davis' neck, and you and Peter clap.
"I'm so glad this is all over. The gang war, I think." Peter whispers to you, and you raise your eyebrows.
"Really? Does this mean you'll finally be a little safer?" You ask, but Peter frowns a little.
"Well, there's some loose ends still to be tied up, but-"
"Loose ends?" You give him a wary glance. "Like what?"
"Like whatever 'Consolidated Shipping' is. It doesn't make sense." Peter sighs, watching concern grow on your face. "It's not right, but I'll figure it out."
Davis says a few words- he thanks his wife and his son, Miles, who you can see is sitting up at the front of the stage.
"Aw, cute kid." You remark to Peter, and he nods, gaining a slightly sheepish smile.
"Officer Davis did say I remind him of his son. I'll take it as a compliment." Peter jokes, and you snicker, calling him even more of a baby.
Behind you, Sable guards are talking on their walkie talkies about "keeping eyes on Osborn," which to you sounds as if they perceive a threat. You turn back to tell Peter, when he suddenly flinches.
"Peter-?"
He grabs his head, panicking- you watch as his pupils dilate, and he's clearly in some kind of shock.
"Everything feels off-" Peter flinches again, and you know he's having a Spider-Sense meltdown. There must be multiple things happening at once- even worse, you're not sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's not suited up, and he risks revealing his identity if he does anything.
Either way, Peter runs behind you. He shoves people out of the way, trying to get to the back of the event, behind the audience, but he's not fast enough. There are men arriving out of cars- corrupted men, turning that strange grey-blue-transparent hue that confirms their connection with Martin Li.
Peter runs- he dashes- but you see him flinch again, cowering under such threatening energy. He turns to the stage in horror, and you gasp in shock.
There's another corrupted on stage, covered in explosive devices.
An explosion goes off behind you, to the right of you, than another massive one on stage- the ground shakes beneath you, and you're too in shock to move.
"Get down!" Peter shoves you back, attempting to push you out of the way, just as another two explosions cause the earth under you to rattle, and you lose your footing and fall back on the pavement. You twist your arm unnaturally and hit your head.
You black out, the last thing you see being massive blue-black explosions in the sky.
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Peter wakes to floating ash in the sky.
He coughs- there's a sharp pain in his right side, and a slight ache at the top of his hairline- he touches his forehead and pulls his fingers away to see brown-red, dry blood.
It doesn't matter. He'll heal faster than most, anyways- he needs to locate you.
He gets up, seizes a little due to the pain- and to his alarm, you're nowhere in his near sight. He walks around seeing Sable guards help people off the streets- although Peter really thinks they're poking and prodding and shoving them away, so they can clean up the mess around here.
He hopes you haven't been taken away by Sable guards.
Peter rushes to the nearest clinic- but there's too many people crowding around there with their injuries, and the receptionist at the emergency room tells him there's no one by your name here.
He begins to panic. You're not responding to his calls, either. Peter doesn't want to believe the worst could've happened to you, but he does hear people talking on the streets about the casualties. Apparently at least 10 people have been found dead so far- Peter starts swearing under his breath.
He decides to head to FEAST- he's not sure if you'll be there, but it's better to ask Aunt May or some of the volunteers if you've been seen. FEAST also operates as an emergency medical clinic, too, even with limited supplies, and it's with this small amount of hope that Peter travels there.
Pushing through the doors, the front desk woman- Amanda- she's startled by how intensely Peter asks about you.
"I don't know, Peter." She points to the main auditorium, where many homeless and injured people are currently being attended to. "It's kind of an open house back here- you're going to have to look through the crowds."
Peter sighs. "Thanks, Amanda."
It takes him about fifteen minutes to do a full, quick walkthrough. The entire time, his heartbeat thumps faster as he realizes- he's not seeing you anywhere. There's nobody wearing your trademark scarf, your usual dark blue jeans- nobody with your fastidious expression, where you always seem to take in the entire world before speaking- nobody to relieve the steady ache in his heart.
Peter walks into the room full of medical supplies, expecting to see Aunt May- and while May is there, busy with another volunteer, the first thing he sees is you, with your hair all disheveled and messy, bruises on your cheek and a cut under your lip, and your arm wrapped in a cast and a sling.
But you have a soft, comforting smile. You're kneeling down to help a little girl- she can't be older than five- and you're placing a bandage on her knee. And the little girl squeals, hugging you after you say "It's all better now."
Peter would agree with that.
You look up, arms still embraced around the little girl- Rina is her name- to see Peter, looking wistful, sad, a clear lump in his throat. His eyes are watery.
"Peter?" You watch as he comes forward.
"I thought you were- I thought..." He wipes his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Well, Little Rina over here needed a little bit of medical attention." You kindly tap her shoulder and she nods up at Peter, smiling. "She tripped and fell and no one was paying attention to her knee, so I decided to help her."
"That's..." Peter trails off, wondering how you could be so selfless when your own face was looking a bit worse for wear. "That's sweet of you to do. How do you feel, kiddo?"
He kneels towards her, and she grins really big. "Better!"
"Alright, high five then." Peter high fives her, and she dashes off afterwards, most likely looking for the parent she came with.
"Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Peter asks you as soon as you turn back to him. "I thought... I thought the worst had happened-"
"Peter, please. Stop with the wounded ego." May calls him out, listening from the sidelines. "What's important is that she's safe and in one piece- that's more than enough to feel grateful about."
Peter looks down, ashamed. He knows May is right, and he has to swallow his pride for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Peter." You grasp his hand, and he looks back at you, jaw tight as he listens. "I didn't mean to not answer your calls- my phone got shattered. And I didn't know where to find you after I woke up- I was already being taken away by Sable guards to 'safety' and then I decided my best chance to find you was over here."
"Oh." Peter feels kind of dumb, but he also feels glad you think of FEAST as a spot to find him. "I should've kept you safe."
"Don't. Don't make yourself crazy with what you could've done." You plead with him, and he sighs but shakes his head. "My arm will heal with time. I guess I landed on it weirdly and broke it."
Peter winces. "Well, you can always ask me for help if it bothers you. I'm there for you."
He traces your lip, where the cut under is still a red-brown, harsh hue in comparison to the pink of your bottom lip, and May takes this as her cue to leave.
Peter snorts. "I wish you had my-"
"Super healing? Yeah, I wish that too." You laugh. "Were you lucky enough to not get hit, or did you just heal on the way here?"
Peter's reaching for a facial bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "The latter."
"Ugh, lucky bastard." You smile up at him, cringing only slightly as Peter rubs away the blood from your wound. "I'm just glad that means I don't have to worry too much about you."
"You still do." Peter remarks, placing the bandage on your face. "But that just means you love me."
And, being ever so thankful that you're safely back in his arms, Peter places a soft kiss on your forehead, and then a slightly-less-soft one on your mouth, hoping it doesn't hurt you, but happy that you kiss him back anyways.
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Qi Ye ensemble cast poster, second edition
Yet another one of those LOL Qi Ye just has that power over me. You know the drill; more info below!
I'll go straight to the point: my main reason to draw this was because I wanted to draw the most somber, dark-looking Helian Qi possible with some dark cross-hatching effect. And because I don't want to draw a Helian Qi solo image because who the HELL does that, I had to turn it into an ensemble cast thing again. I just REALLY like to do that for Qi Ye, for some reasons!!! For a general note, first: shading was a PAIN but making a nice composition and thinking about how to make a hierarchy that both works in terms of storytelling and visual composition was fun. I also liked finding out the "color scheme" to use and I do like lineart. So, now, little notes about each character, and the obligatory name poster just so I'm sure we all know whom I'm talking about:
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Jing Beiyuan: I've mentioned it before but drawing Beiyuan is like. The easiest for me, I think, out of ALL Qi Ye/TYK characters combined. He happens to have my general goto "pretty face" (which conveniently has peach blossom eyes). I'm happy with how he turned out here! And got to put the sable around his neck which makes for a nice additional touch. Helian Yi: He's easy to draw as well and I'm glad with how the guan turned out. He initally looked sideways, but I liked it better having him wistfully stare into the distance. Helian Zhao: has the exact same face as in the other, coloured poster, and that cracks me up bc that wasn't even intentional. Helian Pei: GDI I find him so hilarious. He looks so done and out of it. Shout out to all his bird as well, which, I find, really complete the look. Helian Qi: I can't possibly say that I love him as an antagonist because there's nothing to love about this literal trash, but I'm still grateful that we got some of the most rancid stuff going on in Qi Ye just because of him and I'm always here for that. He deserves the villain visual treatment, at least. He was VERY fun to draw and I tried to push that nasty grin and shading as much as possible. He turned out exactly how I wanted him to! (the shading on his face and the balance of light and shadow was a bit of a challenge, actually)
Wuxi: Again, a rather easy one, always pleasant to draw! I loved working on his hair (but complained a lot while doing so)--which I think turned out nicely. Bai Wuchang: Finally! Finally I draw him!! He had to be there, since he's like. The base of the whole Qi Ye plot. Lining him was....... a pain, but at least it looks nice.
Su Qingluan: nothing much to say--I think it's always important to have her there in Qi Ye stuff, and I put her next to Helian Zhao because of how he tried using her--but it did make me feel bad for her when I realised that. Song Ping'an: The real star of the show, lowkey, but always alert and present. Feng Xiaoshu: FINALLY. PRINCESS JING'AN. I'm sorry I took so long to draw her. I want to work on a proper design, I swear. To make up for having completely forgotten to include her in the other spread. I'm so sorry. I like how her face turned out! Liang Jiuxiao: I never, ever, EVER get enough of drawing him. Have I mentioned how much I like him? How much of a great surprise he was reading Qi Ye? How many times I've wanted to high five because finally someone is as confused as I am? I love drawing this very specific smile on him, SO satisfying. Also Bichen said he was "THE Qi Ye antagonist" and I live for that LOL Zhou Zishu: do I really need to say anything atp Jiang Xue: I'm so sorry I put Xiao Xue next to ZZS. The cruelty. But she came out really cute didn't she T_T Anyway that's it. I'm still obsessed with Qi Ye and given my current (totally secret) retranslation project I'm nowhere near done going crazy about this book.
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Feeling festive so: Steve being an absolute dork (and a little bit of a horndog) about mistletoe kisses 🫠 Steve making stupid jokes about “unwrapping his present” while reaching to take off your matching Christmas pjs that he pretends to hate 🫠 Steve and you being more than fashionably late to the holiday party because you just looked to good in your green velvet dress 🫠 I’m sad now
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Stevie, Baby 🎶
Steve Harrington x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, strip tease, dry humping, PIV / unprotected sex
“I won’t wear them,” he says definitively.
“But Steeeevie,” you whine, twirling around so he can see the garish green and red button down sleep shirt and matching pants that you were wearing from all angles. “Why not?!”
Steve frowns at the matching pjs in his hand.
“It’s just so…so…dorky,” he finishes weakly.
“So you think your girlfriend is dorky?” you ask, hands on your hips. Steve rolls his eyes.
“Right now? Yes. Yes, very much.”
You stare at him really hard for a minute, before the Christmas album that’s on in the background clicks to the next song and you get an idea.
“Santa, baby. Just slip a sable under the tree, for me,” you sing along to the music, swaying back and forth, emphasizing the swing of your hips. Steve’s eyes widen for a second before his brow furrows skeptically, arms crossing over his chest.
“Is this supposed to be less dorky?” he asks over your singing.
“Been an awful good girl,” you continue the lyric, unbuttoning the first few buttons on your pj top to reveal the bright red lace bra underneath, pushing your tits together just right.
Steve’s jaw drops on the floor.
“I’m sorry, what?” he breathes, hands unconsciously reaching out for you, but you step back out of his reach, climbing up to stand on the couch, your back to him .
“Santa, baby. So hurry down the chimney tonight.” You slide the pj top off your shoulders to hang in the crooks of your elbows, exposing the straps of your bra and your bare back beneath. You wink at him over your shoulder and are pleased to find him staring at you dumbfounded.
“Santa, baby. A ‘54 convertible, too, light blue.” You mime turning a steering wheel back and forth, swiveling back and forth at your hips. “I’ll wait up for you, dear.” You beckon him forward with a crook of your finger and Steve steps up to you, a slow smirk beginning to form as his facial expression makes it clear that you’ve gotten your point across. You hook your finger under his chin to force him to look away from your swaying tits and up at your face. “Santa, baby. So hurry down the chimney tonight.”
“Okay fine. So dorky isn’t the word I’d use to describe you,” he says begrudgingly as you step down from the couch and around him. You ignore his words and brush his hands off when he tries to grab at your waist. He huffs in frustration and follows you to the doorway of your shared bedroom.
“Think of all, the fun I missed,” you sing, draping yourself dramatically and sensually against the door frame. Steve joins you on the threshold and leans against the opposite side of the frame, folding his arms and humoring you with a long suffering smile.
“Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed.” You slink up to him and walk your fingers up from his chest to his lips. They part automatically and you feel him take in a sharp breath.
“Next year I could be just as good,” you sing, getting up on your tippy toes and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips close together. Just as he slides his eyes shut in expectation of the kiss, lips puckering just slightly, you pull away, leaving him leaning to chase you.
“Hey!” Steve pouts, watching you saunter to the bed.
“If you check off my Christmas list,” you giggle along to the lyrics. You hold your hands out to him and he takes them, letting you pull him over to stand in front of the bed.
“Santa, baby. I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot,” you shake your head teasingly, pushing him down on the mattress. Steve bounces and sits up straight to watch you.
“Jesus…” he mutters. But he can’t keep pretending to be annoyed when you stand in front of him, pulling the pj top fully off and moving it across your chest as if it were a feather boa in a cabaret show.
“Been an angel all year,” you sing, tossing the shirt to drape over Steve’s face. He pulls it off and can no longer suppress a grin.
“Not sure ‘Angel’ is what I’d call you but ok…”
“Santa, baby. So hurry down the chimney tonight,” you step between Steve’s legs where he sits up on the bed and run your hands through his fluffy hair.
“Alright fine I get the point,” Steve begins but you go right into the next verse.
“Santa, honey. One little thing I really need.” You grab the pj top from where it was laying on the bed beside him and put it behind his neck, holding onto it on both sides. “The deed to a platinum mine.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, rolling his eyes. They widen, however, when you use the top to pull his face into your red lace-clad breasts.
“Santa, baby. So hurry down the chimney tonight,” you sing out, dropping down to straddle his lap.
You’re immediately met with the feeling of Steve’s obvious erection beneath you. You raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs as if to say ‘what do you expect.’ You begin gyrating your hips, making him groan.
“Santa, cutie,” you coo along to the music. Steve’s hands grip your hips, wrinkling the fabric of the cheesy pj pants he’d criticized. “And fill my stocking with the duplex and checks.”
Steve wrenches you closer and mouths at your throat.
“I’ll fill your stocking alright,” he says against your skin. You squeal with a laugh, pushing at him to give you space to continue singing, bouncing in his lap with more fervor.
“Sign your x on the line,” you sing, breathless now. Steve groans as the friction becomes even better.
“C’mon baby…”
“Santa, cutie. And hurry down the chimney tonight.” You suck a mark into his neck, fingers gripping his hair, during the instrumental break between verses.
“Christ…” Steve breathes, bucking his hips up into yours.
“Come and trim my Christmas tree,” you sing, finding it harder to stay on tempo as you begin grinding faster, chasing the delicious feeling of rubbing your aching clothed clit against his erection. “With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s.”
“How long is this fucking song?!” Steve cries out, scooting back further up the bed and yanking you along with him. You laugh but keep singing.
“I really do believe in you.” You push Steve down so that his back presses against the mattress and crawl on top of him, grinding down.
“Fuck.”
“Let’s see if you believe in me.” You slide your hand down the length of his chest, abdomen, and then close it over the bulge in his sweatpants which presses between your thighs.
“Okay! Okay, fuck!” Steve cries out. His hands grip your waist with bruising strength. “I’ll wear the fucking pjs.”
“You will?” you ask brightly, missing the next verse for the first time since the song began. Steve looks up at with his tousled hair and flush-splotched skin.
“Can I fuck you first and then wear them at least?” he negotiates. You laugh and climb off of him, much to his dismay. “Wait wait wait. Or I can fuck you with them on, whatever you want! Christ.”
You slide the pj pants and your underwear down in one fluid motion before climbing back on top of Steve, maintaining eye contact as you work the waistband of his sweatpants down. Exposing his hard cock to the air and your hungry gaze.
“Oh Stevie…” you hum as you slide your wet cunt up and down the underside of his length. “You can wear the pjs afterwards.” After unhooking your bra and tossing it away, you lean down to bring your lips to his ear just as you snake a hand between you to line his tip up with your entrance. “But I’ll be the one fucking you, Stevie baby.”
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Back when I first started playing ts3 I mainly played with my own sims in custom worlds, and didn't pay attention to the premades much, or play in the EA worlds or use EA homes. But now I'm really interested in the lore of the game and want to explore all the things I've missed out on in the eps! and I especially missed out on classic Sunset Valley and it's iconic townies!!! 😭 So what better way to remedy that than to start a lepacy? I'll also be following hix completionist challenge objectives by @horusmenhosetix too for more fun! Gen 1: Base Game (Black) Living off the Land [Farmer/Fisher] 👨‍🌾🎣 Sable Minnow 🐟Traits: Angler / Green Thumb / Unlucky / Easily Impressed / Bookworm 🌟LTW: Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium 🖤Favs: Classical / Grilled Salmon / Black 🏡Sable is living in a super cute makeover of Pre-Fabulous by @erasabledinosaur! I have a little spreadsheet for points that will be updated in realtime as I play and complete objectives!
✅Start/Move to Sunset Valley +2 points ✅Have the Green Thumb or Angler Trait +0.5 point
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She isn't very excited to be a founder 🤭
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Sarah Goodwin
Little Sable Point Lighthouse
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Growing into the Job, Post 374: Marisela's Project
“Hi sweetie..!” came the voice of Melissa Monroe, currently the Office Manager of what was Far Horizons Medical Associates. She had stepped back into the office just a few minutes ago after a long day of testing at Evolution Pharmaceuticals, where everyone seemed to have their panties in a bunch after seeing what she could do. Evening was dropping earlier these days, and the light coming in thru the windows of the staff offices was already red with the oncoming sunset.
“Hey,” replied Marisela Vazquez, as she turned around in her desk chair to face her supervisor...
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She’d been working on, simultaneously, tracking the city police department’s investigations, a predictive model of product assimilation, and this weird little animation. She was happy for the break.
“Whatcha doin’?” came Melissa next, with a friendly smile and earnest interest. She was so happy she had girls like Marisela, Lakshmi, like Randi and Aubrey. They took care of the office when she had to be away.
“Working on this algorithm for the study and, uh, this…” Marisela answered, pushing her chair out of the way just enough so Melissa could see her screen.
With a few mouse clicks the animation sprung to life, filling a good part of her monitor’s 27-inch screen…
The rough, hand-drawn skit looped and looped, several times.
“Oooh! Cool!” Melissa sang, laughing as she watched the pencil-sketch woman outgrow the pencil-sketch man, over and over. Like it was doing to Marisela, stuff like this lit a secret little fire inside the beautiful, towering woman, and she felt herself wetten. How weird haha. “You’re such a good artist!”
“Thanks,” Marisela replied, somehow a bit bashful under the attention of this overgrown sexpot. The irony of her own reticence was not lost on her; she was shy when it came to her sketches, but had no problems with what she’d done last night, in the darkness of the city’s alleyways. She tucked a long lock of her straight, sable hair behind one ear, riddled with piercings, and ran her tongue over her eye teeth.
“You’re going to send this out to everyone, right?” Melissa urged, smiling broadly as of course she was picturing herself in place of the pencil-sketch woman. They’d all want to see this, and picture themselves there, too.
“I was, uh…considering it,” Marisela responded, squirming a little bit in her own chair. She’d gotten past the point of wondering how she, “Scary Mary” - once the office pariah for her acerbically prickly personality and dark sense of fashion - had come to relish sharing funny gifs with her coworkers. Now the thought of sending this out made her hot. “You don’t think he’d mind?”
“Haha no he’ll love it!” Melissa laughed, leaning down a bit to place her hand on Marisela’s shoulder as the young woman turned back to her screen.
The touch of Melissa’s strong but gentle grip sent shivers into Marisela. What the fuck is that? she shuddered. It was a nice feeling, a great feeling in fact. It made her feel good, strong, confident. It excited her. It brought back a rush similar to what she’d felt after what she’d done last night. Stringing that asshole rapist up above the alleyway, after she’d broken his spine and butchered his friend made her feel alive, just like this.
“Okay, if you insist,” Marisela chuckled, moving her cursor around, re-saving the animation in a new format, better for attaching to an intra-office e-mail. Her eyes sparkled as she did stuff like this; it’s like she could feel them twinkling, like two dark stars in her sockets. Between her everyday tasks at the office with patient care, her tech-support duties, her side-hustle working with the study data, and silly little projects like this animation, Marisela tried to keep herself busy to distract herself from her murderous cravings. They’d grown over time (like these goddamn tits), and now came to her all throughout the day, rather than just waiting for nightfall as they once did.
Melissa stood back up.
“Hey, so, is he still here?” she asked,  “I really want to see him.”
“I think so- he was in the procedure room, last I heard, working on the abscess on Mr. Burke’s right f-”
“Ew gross okay,” Melissa stopped her, “I’ll go find him.” She watched as the animation loop ran and ran on Marisela’s screen. She hesitated.There had been something she had been wanting to ask Marisela to do, but she never seemed to find the right moment. Now, she figured, was as good a time as any.
“Hey, so, sweetie,” Melissa began, “I have a project I’d like you to work on…”
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big big thanks to friend-of-the-Basic Joshua67 for the animation and RiF again for his help with copy
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Fic Rec List - Festive Favourites
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Wishing all who celebrate a very Merry Christmas, and a peaceful New Year. Thank you for all of your support in 2023 ❤️🎄
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Carlos/Lando
nsfw: Glitter and Be Gay by @phebess | E | 14.7k
Lando is an out and proud primary school art teacher, and Carlos is the hot dad who has caught his eye. This is such a sweet and tender story of self-discovery and identity. As always, Phebes' humour is on point - I laughed out loud several times!
'Lando is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and waiting outside the school for the bus to take them all to the Christmas Village - he's been before, and it's cute. There's little food stalls, a big man dressed as Santa, tons of fake snow, and even a reindeer petting zoo. A small childish part of him is excited, even if he's going with the company of a bunch of five year olds.'
Fernando/Mark
Lonely This Christmas by @seafoampearlygirl | NR | 19.5k
Mark is stuck at home for Christmas with nobody but the dogs and nothing but what's in the freezer during the worst snowstorm in 40 years. Fernando won't hear of it. He turns up on Mark's doorstep with a metric tonne of food and a plan for seduction. Mark is completely clueless. This fic combines all the best elements of Christmas fic and cosy, snowed in snugglefic. Fernando is written here as he seems IRL - larger than life with emotions to match. Mark is quietly pining and completely unaware that he is being wooed.
'He made Fernando's bed up with soft sheets that he knew were the warmest he owned. He added some heavy throws, because Fernando was Spanish and used to warmer weather. If Mark had had mints in the house, he'd have put one on the pillow. Fernando had brought dinner, dessert, wines, snacks, a frankly terrifying amount of cured meats and cheeses, a very stuffed overnight bag that suggested a longer stay, his laptop, hot water bottles and candles (“in case of power problems”), DVDs (no Christmas movies except Die Hard, Mark was glad to note), and some groceries. The last, even though it wasn't festive, really blew Mark away. A Christmas surprise was magical, but someone had to really care to bring you milk and bread and teabags. He'd even remembered Mark had a fireplace, and had brought firewood, firelighters and coal from the car. If Mark had a spare kidney, he'd have put it on Fernando's pillow, never mind a stupid mint.'
Alex/George
slip a sable under the tree by @strawberry-daiquiris | M | 5k George and Alex are roommates, and George takes a Christmas job as a Christmasgram. This story is everything - the humour, the pining, the festive vibes. I loved it!!
George can feel his cheeks turning as red as his Santa hat, sweat trickling down his back under the polyester, and he’ll need to wipe that off before he gets his top off.
Daniel/Max
home among the gumtrees by @albertparks | T | 10.3k
A love letter to Australian Christmas; Max and Daniel spend the holidays together. This story is stunning, and encapsulates Australian Christmas perfectly. It's so immersive and sweet.
'They walk, and walk, and walk through the yellowing grass. The sky is an endless mirage of blues, pink, and purples, the stars beginning to peak out as the sun lowers its harsh gaze. It's beautiful here, there's nowhere quite like Perth in the middle of summer. LA is fun, Monaco is relaxing, but nowhere will home quite like here.'
Esteban/Pierre
People You Know by @estemick | M | 6.4k Esteban invites Pierre to spend Christmas with him after Pierre's flight is cancelled. Set during Christmas 2022, after Pierre's move to Alpine has been announced. Esteban inviting Pierre home with him is something of an olive branch, which Pierre warily accepts. They take a zigzag path toward reconnecting with one another. Their awkward, yet heartfelt conversations show the gradual unfurling of their old friendship, and a little more besides. This fic is gentle and soft, and it's cosy atmosphere of a Christmas for two, curled up safe and warm while a snowstorm rages outside, makes it a perfect festive read.
Esteban had been alone in motorsport for years, and now he’s best friends with Mick Schumacher of all people, the son of his childhood hero. How does something like that even happen? After another stretch of not-quite-comfortable silence, Pierre decides to ask. It’s not like he can make this any more awkward. “You and Mick seem close.” Esteban keeps his focus on the snowy road in front of them, but Pierre can see a vein bulging in his temple before he sighs and responds. “We are.” “How did that happen?” “What do you mean?” “You’ve just never been great at making friends.” As soon as the words have left Pierre’s mouth, he realises how cruel they are. Esteban is silent for so long that Pierre isn’t certain that he’s going to respond at all. “I didn’t need to. I had you.” “You were friends with other people.” They had been close with Charles and Anthoine for almost as long as they had known each other. Esteban had been shy, but it’s not like he was alone . At least, he had always been present by Pierre’s side. "You took them with you. When you left.”
Charles/Pierre
you set my heart on fire by @boxboxbrioche | M | 14.7k
Charles returns home to the small town he grew up in for Christmas. His career as a photographer has kept him away for several years. After being volunteered to help with a charity calendar, he reconnects with his childhood friend, Pierre, who is now a firefighter.Why I liked it: This fic has a lovely Hallmark movie vibe, leaning into the trope of career-motivated protagonist coming home and realising what is important in life. The Leclerc family vibes are exquisite, Charles's mum and brothers just the right mix of teasing and loving. Pierre, of course, is as knee-weakeningly attractive to Charles as he always is.
Pierre gave him a thumbs up, still grinning. Charles watched with wide eyes as Pierre did the one thing that no one else had - headed straight for the fire pole. “You’re not really going to–” Before Charles could finish that sentence, Pierre had grabbed the pole with two hands and was hanging off of it, feet planted firmly on the floor, his head tilted back. He looked - ridiculous, was the first word that came to Charles’ mind, closely followed by (to his horror) hot. There was something about the way he held himself; the curve of his body, the angle of his chin, that had Charles wondering if he’d done this before. Pierre glanced at him, grinning. “Well? Are you not going to take the shot?"
All's Well That End's Well (To End Up With You) series by @welightitup, @boxboxbrioche and @redyellowstupid | T | 15.7k
Due to both of their hectic calendars, Pierre and Charles have a tradition of celebrating their birthdays late - in July for Pierre's, and in December for Charles'. This series is all about celebration, long-time friendship and a delicious slow-burn friends-to-lovers. I love the way these authors capture Pierre and Charles' dynamic - their friendship shines through in a way that feels so beautifully real and true to them. These fics even come with a bonus piece of art in the third part of the series! All in all, the series is just incredibly heartwarming, nostalgic and beautifully written, and will leave you with the biggest smile on your face, just like a true Hallmark holiday rom-com. (Because after all, what's more Hallmark-y than realising you've been in love with your childhood best friend all along?)
The air is sprinkled with the scent of cinnamon and chocolate as they make their way through the market stalls lining the centre of Rouen. Despite the late evening hour, it is teeming with more people Charles remembers there ever being. There’s an empty cup that had contained mulled wine in one hand, the other clutching onto Pierre’s sleeve as he trails behind him to make sure they don’t get separated.
Lights from the market and the fair at the far end twinkle like coloured fairy lights strung across the entirety of the area. There is a contagious merry mood, everyone sharing smiles and nods and the odd “joyeux Noël”, no matter who they are, and bitter bite of the weather - now in the single digits - is soothed by the heat radiating off the bustling crowds and the food stalls.
nsfw: wishing for a blue christmas by @duquesademiel and @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 29.4k
This is a non-drivers AU and soulmates AU. Pierre and Charles have a meet-cute moment when their luggage gets mixed up on a flight. Pierre is on holiday alone after his long term girlfriend left him after finding her soulmate. Charles's family immediately adopts him. What I liked about it: This fic is a lovely feelgood Christmas read. The Leclerc family scenes are wonderful, I'm not sure if I liked matchmaker Pascale, annoying brat younger brother Arthur or kind older brother Lorenzo more but between the three of them Charles's dignity doesn't stand a chance. Pierre and Charles are made for each other, obviously, but the tension arises from the fact that Pierre already has a soulmark and has SOMEone out there already. Hmm.
“I got you something else,” Pierre tells him. “Sit up so you can see.” Charles glares at him but allows himself to be pulled up to a sitting position and then he sets the bag into Charles’ lap and Charles immediately sticks his hand down into the bag to pull out…a - He throws his head back to laugh, reaching for the gift he got Pierre and setting it on his lap. Pierre only has time to look momentarily confused before he is pulling out an identical keychain that Charles is also holding. Charles had purchased it because it looks vaguely like his soulmark and Pierre never has to use it, but it had made Charles smile and apparently Pierre as well. “This is perfect,” Pierre says, and Charles is about to be the one to lean over and kiss him, but he hears Arthur shout from the main room and they both freeze, wide eyed. “You can escape now.” Charles whispers. “Save yourself.”
Charles/Max
As long as I get to keep you by @babysharl | T | 34k
When Charles and Max find each other at Daniel's New Year's party, they find themselves in a little predicament–when the clock strikes midnight, it grants a wish to the one who winds it up. It turns out–he's wished for a dream to come true: to be surrounded by love. Oh my goodness, this is one of my all time FAVORITE magical realism fics! The magic of the clock, wish fulfillment, it's amazing and so well-written. Literally, every moment of the fic took me somewhere new, and I definitely recommend it wholeheartedly!!!
It were moments like these that highlighted just how much of a different reality this was. They weren't supposed to take naps in real life, it fucked up their sleep schedules. He and Max, even though closer, were never this close until probably last night, where Charles had a vague recollection of falling asleep on Max. The general softness of the moment, their breaths slow and gentle, Max's eyes lazily moving from their nephew to Charles again, fondness mushing up the edges of the piercing blue. None of this was reality for Charles. He felt so at peace, though, that he chose to ignore the obvious. He chose to ignore the phone call, and that this wasn't his to have, that this wasn't the Max he wanted in his bed despite how similar he was, that this was just a dream he would wake up from. He wondered if he and Max could ever have something resembling this. He doubted it. Not with their lives.
Christian/Toto
the season of eyes meeting over the noise by @nobrakesdown | T | 9.1k
Toto and Christian are a pair of mildly antagonistic music teachers fighting over space in a concert venue for their respective classes. Gradually, they find themselves like one another more than they expected. This fic captures the snarky back and forth thise two have irl, and also the hint of affability you see in some of their interactions. A lot of the snark in the fic seems like it's for habit or show, and the gradual bloom of affection is not a surprise considering the groundwork's been done. This is a sweet little holiday story, perfect to curl up with.
He’s still holding his own coffee cup as they walk out of the shop, with Daniel waving after them as they go. The cold hits them as they go through the door, and Toto sees Christian shove his hands into his pockets again. He acts without really thinking, putting his cup down on a low wall that runs along the sidewalk. He slips off one glove, and then the other. Placing them carefully together, he holds them out to Christian, who stares at him. Toto huffs, his breath hanging in the cold air. “I’m not the one who didn’t bring appropriate clothing. Go on, take them.” “But that’s a terrible solution,” Christian says. “Now your hands will get cold.” “They won’t,” Toto says, not getting pulled into this. “I still have a warm cup to carry back with me.” Christian shakes his head, but when Toto holds the gloves closer to him he takes them. He turns them over in his hands before, apparently approvingly, putting them on. Toto finds himself watching, but he forces his mind away from thinking that his gloves look good on Christian. That would be ridiculous to think, because they’re just gloves.
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jaelaxies · 5 months
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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞
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fluff; wc: 1 k.
Yeonjun x fem reader!; strangers to lovers!; fantasy au!; royal au!; tw: none but i guess Sable is a little agressive in his words only lol.
Song recommendation:  Blue Blood — IVE ( I’VE MINE)
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“I’ll burn the spot he’s standing on”
The giant obsidian dragon behind me, snarked off while looking at the medal hanging off Yeonjun’s neck with his ruby eyes, truly scanning which spot would be the spot to aim at. I could feel his gaze right at the nape of my neck, so I reached a hand and touched his face with care. “It’s okay, you don’t need to do that, Sable”
As crown princess, it was a task that was provided to me. To watch this whole competition and to acknowledge in the name of our kingdom, all the new recruits. Of course, in every single trial that I had planned meticulously, there was one black haired, tall and strong man who strategically beat them out. A new recruit even and if Ame was mad because he sensed disrespect; I was intrigued, enthralled even. Something about him was always catching my eye. He was special.
Sable huffed even more loud and annoyed when he saw the new recruit approach us, smiling as brightly as the gold medal dangling off his armor. Choi Yeonjun was a promising knight; he was remarkable in every single aspect. No one, even me, had a bad thing to say about him. I could comment on his over confident nature but sometimes, it played to his favor. As making this dare with the crown princess wasn’t something that any knight would have dared to do, even Sable showed a little bit of respect to the man kneeling in front of me.
— Please, get up Sir Choi. — I said while offering a hand to him; but instead, he slowly took it with one callused hand and directed it to his lips. They were soft and plump, the contact felt like something burning in my exposed skin. Something that immediately made me retract my hand, heart beating loudly in my ears. An unidentified alarm almost ringing in my soul— I think you proved your point, Sir.
— If so, your majesty, did I prove my commitment? — He stood up slowly, smirking at the height difference. “I really am going to burn that pretty face of his” Sable said sneaking closer to me, but as protective as he was, he wouldn’t dare to hurt anyone without a good reason. He was just…
“I am not Jealous! he’s just disrespectful to the princess!”
“Sure thing, Sable”
I took the round golden medal in my hand, looked at it for a little bit and showed it to Sable who was clearly uninterested in it or what it represented; the words “Royal Guard Knight” engraved gracefully on the surface. He was making his way through a very difficult path even with the knowledge of the consequences. That made my chest warm for a second, but — You may have won the competition, Yeonjun…
He smiled again, this time with his lips sealed. He really thought he would outsmart me on this one. Even if those pretty lips and those sharp eyes were captivating and I’m sure any lady would be pleased to be escorted by him; I had to make sure this game didn’t get out of control. So, I returned the same smile, the simple but calm tone that I always spoke contained within my words. —  Yet you dare to compare winning the heart of a woman with a mere competition?
He blushed furiously, shaken by my words. Yet, he didn’t back up. He stood in place, hand in his heart and tone firm but respectful. There it is again; this tone, this posture, this unspoken oath— I would never, your majesty.
There was no sign of mockery, he sounded serious. Like he would walk on the path of fire that Ame would shoot at him if he had to. Like he would cut all the thorns that surrounded me and my image. He was serious.
—You can call me by my name. — I said as I started to walk past him with Sable taking off to be on top. — You are my Knight now… and maybe if you keep up, you really could achieve what you want.
Sable roared in the sky, while I felt Yeonjun’s steps matching mine now. His presence was oddly comforting, and his company was the same. I had a duty but my heart seemed to have other plans; the loud beating that only me and Ame could hear, was bothering me. Why did I suddenly have to had this overwhelming feeling? I was always good at keeping my calm but…
I stopped in my tracks when I felt his hot breath on my ear, the tingling sensation in my stomach traveling to my face. — I will work hard to make your heart mine, your majesty. As mine, is already yours.
He took a little strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear, his fingers ghosting my skin. I almost wished his heart was as rebellious as mine. Making a mess in his ribcage and messing with his thoughts like mine was. — Even if it takes me an eternity.
—Then be prepared for a challenge. — I made the mistake to look back, our faces dangerously close to each other. — I’m not going to go easy on you, Yeonjun.
Looking at my lips and then at my eyes, I could see his dilated pupils and that devilish grin adorning his features again. — I never expected you to do so, my princess.
My princess.
I could get used to that, so much so that for once I let my whole armor down. I was the archer and the prey at the same time, so I shall try my best shot too. Shaking my head and directing my attention to the front, a smile tugged into my lips. — Then let’s work hard from now on. I also have a point to prove, don’t I?
The echo of my own words matching the sound of our matching footsteps.
“That if you make my heart yours, I’ll escape this duty of mine, this crown and this kingdom.. to be fully yours”
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This had been in my head for a while! So I might turn it into a full series if I have the time so consider this a little snippet of what is yet to come;I really like this pair tho 🤍😭  I’m so excited for you to learn more about their dynamic. And finally we have a big 1k!
Thank you to everyone who has been loving and supporting my stories, i appreciate you all so much!
As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!
With love,
*°࿐Stella🤍
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Prelims round 1, poll 19
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Scarlet Devil Mansion Library, Touhou:
It's said to have books of all kind, in thousands of different languages, and about countless different things. Some of the books were written by the librarian herself, Patchouli Knowledge. The was also probably one of the first recognizable set pieces in the windows touhou games, being the fourth stage in it's introductory game.
The Lines Between, Dimension 20: Neverafter:
Contains all versions of every story ever written, told, or imagined - free existential horror with every checkout!
"You're nothing more than scratches of ink on someone else's piece of paper."
The Lines Between is a massive place between stories, and staffed by diverse and deific librarians who are just doing their best, such as Glossary, Key, Legend and Index. The library is physically made of books, scrolls, and parchment. Its areas include the Hall of Stories, the Canonade, the Tower of Tales, and perhaps most remarkably: a brilliant view of the Auroratory. It is a beautiful aurora borealis of voices, preserving auratory stories that aren't necessarily written down. It is possible to swim up and into the Auroratory.
Fort Maria Library, Star Sable Online:
(All images come from ssoblr users)
So this is not necessarily a public library and it was abandoned for a long time (as far as we know) but the druids have it up again recently in game. It was built as part of Fort Maria centuries ago by the time of the game, and holds books from all those eras.
It is a gorgeous and expansive place with secret passageways, rare tomes, fluffy seats, old abandoned research, a lot of study areas, old relics, a moving bookcase to a portal cavern and even its very own library ghost!
It is, in my opinion, one of the most atmospheric places in the game. Even without sound on it is gorgeous and bring across its intention incredibly well, and with the sound on it is incredibly eerie. The music here is very limited and quiet, and the player’s footsteps echo through the library.
I feel like whatever you’re researching, you will find something on it in here. It feels like a place you could spend your whole life reading in, and still only have read a tiny fraction of the books there.
the citizens of jorvik (fictional star stable online island) keep all the witchcraft books in there and all their super secret and cool magic books, it was closed for years and it's very mysterious. one of the coolest characters (mrs. holdsworth) in the whole game hangs out there a lot, and it's home to a cute little capran named beatrix and she took her name from her favorite book. the only way you get in the library is by feeding her snacks and reading her books and she's also one of the coolest characters in the game (imo). also beatrix is friends with one of the horses in the game and she often is seen playing with the horse so :) OH and also there's a full heckin portal room in the lower floor!!! with a little pond and a portal that at some point the main characters (the "soul riders") get kicked in by the evil guys (the "dark riders") into this place called devil's gap (despite the name there's just one witch basically vibing in the gap potentially helping out the evil guys but we haven't figured that out yet). and it's gorgeous, if you're worrying about looks. the inside is all wooden and home-y and the portal room is also very pretty eye candy, it's very glow-y.
Bookholm, The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do platonic yandere monkiefam and bull demonfam with a younger sibling/child that is blind but can sense vibrations, like toph from Atla
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Monkiefam with a blind Y/N
Out of all three of them, MK struggles the most with your blindness. He means well, he really does! You didn’t grow up with the ability to sense vibrations and interpret them- you had to learn. And sometimes he thinks back to the days before you did, comforting you in his arms after a nasty spill brought on by a rearranged environment. He thinks back to getting into fistfights with bullies and pranksters, how he would see red each time someone would snatch things away from you or knock you over- and he remembers the feeling of teaching them to keep their hands off of you.
“I’m not trying to baby you,” MK loudly insists as you struggle in his grip. “But you need to take this with you if you’re going so far out!”
The two of you continue to struggle against one another as your older brother tries in vain to pin a tracking device to your backpack, notably holding back so he doesn’t hurt you. “C’mon, please?! Just let me put it on already!” MK lessens the force he’s exerting on you, deciding to try and barter instead. “You don’t even have to keep it on! Just for today, Y/N!”
Predictably, his attempts at diplomacy fail and you’re left to wrestle even more fervently in his grip, trying your absolute hardest to writhe free.
And then something slips under your shirt- a fluffy, prehensile tail that writhes against your ribs and leaves you in a giggling fit, MK free to stuff the tracker somewhere deep inside your bag. “Monkey King! Knock it off,” you wail out, fighting against his playful assault. “Stop!”
“Nope! Hate to be a joykill, bud- but I agree with MK. You’re taking the tracker if you wanna head out to that new cafe. Honestly, I don’t see why you wanna go at all when I could just whip something up with my-“
“I am not eating hair! Now get your tail off me!”
It’s incredibly frustrating, the way they treat you. It’s not quite to the point that you’d say they’re infantilizing you with their actions, but it can come very close.
MK’s babying is mostly tolerable, given that it comes from a lifetime of watching over you before you learned to sense vibrations and find your way around. He was there for you at your absolute lowest, and he’s not gonna forget all the people that messed with you because you looked like an easy target. Still, as you grow older his actions feel less ‘protective’ and more ‘stifling’.
Sun Wukong is far, far more irritating. You’re just too easy to scoop up! He can sneak up behind you on his cloud and sweep you into his arms and keep you there for hours on end as you struggle and kick, futilely trying to escape his furry grip. No vibrations can travel through the misty mounds of his nimbus mount, leaving you well and truly helpless in his arms.
The Great Sage’s intention isn’t to make you feel weak or vulnerable, but he certainly won’t raise a fuss as you squirm into his lap so you can at least feel the vibrations that race through his body with each breath he takes- it’s something, at least. Wukong twists around a little to accommodate your body, letting your head rest again this chest, listening to his thrumming heartbeat. The outline of his body flashes in your eyes, something to ground and settle you.
“Dad’s gotcha, bud/hun… I’ve gotcha…”
As for your other ‘dad’, Macaque mostly watches you from afar when you’re with Wukong and MK. He prefers to step in when he has the chance to have you all to himself, springing umbral portals underneath your feet, the shadowy pit dropping you from the ceiling and into his arms with a smug: “Hey kiddo-going somewhere?”
And before you can yell at him for springing this nonsense with you again, you pause, because… hey, why not use a chance when you’ve got it?
“Dad,” you start, forcing the awkward word off your tongue. Already, the sable simian perks up, his ego stroked at your acknowledgement of the role he wishes to take. “I’m heading to a café. You want me to bring you something back?”
Macaque traces a clawed finger across the bottom of your face, curving up in a semi-circle motion: cheek to chin to cheek. His way of telling you: ‘I’m smiling’. Softly, his palm comes to cup your cheek.
“I’ll take you there myself, kiddo.”
It’s not that he’s a better person than MK or Sun Wukong. In fact, he’s a lot worse. He was a vindictive, egotistical villain not too long ago. You think of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, smashed to pieces, it’s residents displaced and it’s people injured. Men. Women. Children. Each of them, innocent. Mere collateral damage to the simian.
He’s displayed no remorse or regret for his actions. The only thing he’s felt shame for is his long-ago submissiveness to his sworn brothers.
He’s not a good person. Not in the slightest.
But he’ll try to be one. If only for your sake.
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Bullfam with a blind Y/N
It’s easy to feel out of place here. Your parents and brother are demon warriors, powerful celestials, prideful members of their esteemed and feared clan. Your vibration technique is nothing short of impressive, if not outright groundbreaking, but it hardly holds to the level your kin can reach.
It doesn’t help that you are rarely given the opportunity to prove your worth, no matter how you strive and fight for those precious chances.
Instead, you’re often relegated to support and menial chores, your family finding worth in your services by putting you to task with (safe) time-consuming labor. And you… kind of enjoy it? Because instead of “Don’t touch the laundry machine, you don’t know what you’re doing”, it’s “Y/N, clear the table and bring us the grimoire we unearthed last month,” Princess Iron Fan says, brushing some hair behind your ears and clipping it into place.
You shouldn’t be so happy about such a mild thing, shouldn’t be happy to be commanded and directed. But it’s proof that they don’t see you as entirely helpless, and allow you to contribute in some way, even if it’s small.
There’s a degree of normalcy in it, something you crave. To be treated like a regular member of the family, responsibilities and all.
Unlike the Monkiefam, Y/N doesn’t have much freedom before they learn their vibration technique. The Bullfam keeps you on a much shorter leash, often locking you in your room during fights or training, refusing to let you potentially wander into harm’s way. MK would carry you across the street to keep you safe while still giving you a chance to explore the city with him, Red Son would lock you in your room and serve you exclusively blended meals to keep you from making a mess and spilling things on yourself.
Secretly, he misses making those drinks for you. It was a very strange and unwanted; if surprisingly heartfelt, way of caring for you.
After all, they got used to the ways they took care of you. Learning to utilize the vibration technique teaches you how to be independent, but also shakes up the dynamics you have with your family. No more gentled bundled around the fortress on the Demon Bull King’s hands, for example. He used to scoop you into his palms and let you sit there, safely nestled into plush purple fur. His steps grow more cautious now that you absolutely insist on walking on your own (and your father does want to make you happy, so he begrudgingly allows you to wander the walls alone) the taurine warlord doing his best to keep from crushing you underfoot.
Not that they’re suddenly going to stop being obsessed with your safety and welfare. You are still under strict orders and schedules, and they don’t go easy on you for breaking them.
And if you ever do step out of line?
Red Son has an incredibly devious method of punishment for you- snow boots.
Sounds like a joke, right? It sounds funny, almost. Your parents don’t seem to mind all too much, and Red certainly derives are least a little bit of amusement from the scenario.
It’s not funny to you, though.
The matter of getting punished for exerting basic control over your life aside- they’re taking away your crutch. Without a thought of how helpless and vulnerable you feel as result, how terrified you are to be plunged into darkness again, how bad it hurts to remember the days you spent crying as child, scared and alone when you got lost, no way to find the path home.
He’ll feel bad for doing this to you, eventually. He always does, no matter how many times he swears that this will be the time he’ll “Make you wear them for a full hour, and it will be raised to two if you complain, Y/N!”
You’re wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea with him by the time a half-hour has passed.
He loves you, after all. Even if he thinks of you as a blithering little idiot sometimes- you’re still his cherished little sibling.
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A Legacy: A Snowbaird fan fiction.
Chapter 1
Relief doesn't begin to describe what he felt when he realized he was in fact, not a ephebophile. Simply a man still in love with his lost girl. It wasn't easy to find her, the wilds are difficult to navigate even with the most advanced technology available. But persistence is key, he never gave the search a day's rest. The moment he came into enough power to delegate the necessary steps that would go into finding her, he did. My, is he glad he did. He found so much more than he could've imagined. He almost regretted having to eventually pluck her from her prairie. Here she was, perfect little wildflower. Dark curls braided out of her sable face, small sylvester flowers rained on in a crown forshadowing the metaphorical crown she'd soon wear as his darling girl in the capital where they belong.
Despite the constant frigid temperatures of the wilds beyond the desolation of 13, the sun still shone bright in the early spring. Excellent light but did little to warm anything. Still, watching the bright sun shining off her rich hair and pebbled, freckled skin sheened slightly in sweat from her labor brought him a calm he hadn't experienced anything even close to since he'd been in her presence. He could watch for hours as she went through her morning routine in the tiny cabin she shared. Getting water to boil for their mushroom tea, gathering honey to sweeten it. Wondering if she had to risk getting her nearly onyx eyes or dainty hands stung to obtain it. Eating a few bites of whatever game the traders exchanged with her. The bulk of it being fish, sometimes uncommon sea creatures like octopus or such but as good for sustenance as he could wish for them, explaining the surprising but delightful realization that Lucy Gray looks better fed here than she'd ever looked back in 12.
The changes of her body, though mostly welcome, did confound him briefly. The previous night she'd disrobed before sleeping and he saw the widened flare of her hips, the greater swell of her breasts and darkening of her nipples, the beastly diagonal claw-like marks on her flat but loose abdomen and pert backside. It all made sense when he caught sight of him, Silas Ochre. A boy of eleven, and already much taller and more muscular than he himself had been at that age. Vindicating his theory that if Coriolanus been properly fed, he'd be a much more physically imposing figure. The boy opened the door with his free hand, his left occupied holding basket containing a variety of plants the camera can't completely capture from this angle.
It was agony finding her and knowing it would take a few days before the undetectable cameras would be remotely set up to use. All his men had told him after finding her was that she was living in a cabin with a boy and a woman around her age. He'd figured she'd run into a mother with her son and came together with them but the mother in question had been her all along, and what a mother she's turned out to be. Silas Ochre is an incredibly intelligent, resourceful, capable and beautiful child. His hair is a golden shade of brown with curls that shine blindingly in the sun, clearly his hair had had to have been lighter ages ago, much blonder like himself. His skin is much like that of his mother, the color of strong black tea with a dash of milk and his eyes a dazzling shade of blue, like everything else, darker than that of his father. It's as if the deeper pigment from his mother protected him in a manor his father's lightness couldn't.
Silas Ochre hunts like he was born to it. No cruelty is ever caused with his knife, only quick, merciful deaths the creatures never see coming, so unlike the offspring Coriolanus has produced with Livia who'd relish in the gore. The boy named Calix in his home borderline disgusts him. His petulance grates at his already strained nerves, his entitlement irritating him to the point of near violence. Livia's family would withdraw any support they provide if he ever did anything to properly discipline his miscreant son. The boy is turning nine and still throws tantrums like when he toddled. If his father's legacy is left to him, he'll destroy everything he ached building in a matter of a few short years, squander it like a common fool. At first glance, there's resemblance between he and his son. But Coriolanus knows, Calix's palor is that of his mother's. His shade of blond, the blue of his eyes, the shapes of his nose and mouth, all Livia's.
The likeness between Silas Ochre and his father is more subtle but obvious if one knows what their looking for. The forms of his young son's still developing muscles so like his own, visible after his peacekeeper's duties and thankfully not lost since. The proportions of his body, long arms and legs good for reaching high and running far. His lips are shaped like that of his mother's sweet mouth, but fuller like his own. The slightly downward slant of his eyes is like his father's despite the darker shade of blue inside them, the flare of his nostrils at the end of his long nose completely unlike the button nose his Lucy Gray dawns. The broadness of his shoulders to the tapering of his waist, his hairline, the shape of his strong hands. All obvious indicators of who impregnated his mother.
Coriolanus blazes to see Lucy Gray as she was when she was pregnant with him. Face rounded, arms, legs and tight bottom cushioned for her and his son's comfort. Hips broadening more as each day passes, breasts growing to become fit to feed their child producing a milk he can only imagine was a luscious nectar. Finally, belly growing bloated with their perfect progeny. The need to keep her full of his babies is one of his main purpose for wanting to keep her close to him, here in the capital despite their idyllic lives in the forest. Silas Ochre was a good example of how flawless their children would be.
Livia is pregnant again with another boy and as much as he knows he's supposed to, he doesn't love the children he has with her. The feelings of obligation and basic familial commitment pale in comparison to the fatherly love and adoration he already feels for the nearly teenaged boy, who likely has no idea who he is and who Coriolanus has never even laid eyes on in the flesh. He knows more clearly than he knows he loved his mother and Tigris, that he'd do anything to protect this child. The ferocity, the potency of his emotions overwhelmed and displeased him. So much like when he fell in love with his Lucy Gray, he knows this boy, like his mother, could get anything they want out of him. He'd relinquish it with a smile on his face as long as it made them happy. That vulnerability frightens him more than any threat any of his enemies have ever made.
The rabbits, squirrels and other animals his more competent son obtains are used in their entirety. He guts and skins them so his still sensitive mother never needs to see such ugliness. He simply presents her with the pelts for her to use as needed and gives the innards to the woman they live with for her to do what she must with them. Lucy Gray treats the fresh skins and furs in their tiny fireplace, cleans them in the river nearby and hoards them until she has enough to make a full article of clothing with them. He's spent days watching them, learning their habits and observing their behaviors. The traders come by twice a week, she'll trade fresh garlic mustard or wild ginger for whatever she and her friend "Holly May" had asked for during their previous visit. Dairy products such as butter or cheeses, salt, even sea shells on occasion are taken in exchange of safe plants to consume and fresh land game and even baby soft fur overcoats to brave the harsh conditions farther north.
Holly May was clearly responsible for teaching his son how to sustain himself. Lucy Gray might've taught him how to tie intricate knots, gather fresh fruits and render oils from any plants they might find but Holly May taught him how to be an efficient killer. A skill not to be overlooked or undertrained in when in these circumstances. The traps they use are expansive and detailed, anything that wanders in will be done away with in a matter of seconds with almost no time to realize they're dying. She taught him how to gut and skin the animals quickly and cleanly, not letting the food become contaminated by any filth by letting the pelt cover everything until every organ is removed and placed in Holly May's hands to be cleaned in boiled, cooled water and coated in salt and spices to preserve for harsher times.
The traders this time traded a small spile for two dark brown coats. Coriolanus couldn't understand why Lucy Gray would make what seems like such a poor exchange, she handed the tool to Holly May and she hammered it into a tree. The cold wood didn't let her penetrate without a fight, bouncing off the metal a few times before finally piercing through to the tenderer wood inside. She instructed Silas Ochre to fetch something and he returned promptly with a bucket and some sort of covering. She placed it beneath the tree and simply left it there. It wasn't until a few hours later he realized it's a maple tree and Lucy Gray was clearly craving some sweetness honey can't provide, given the persistent medicinal taste that lingers after you eat it.
Coriolanus found himself envying their simple lives. The grueling work of finding their food and their warmth daily, knowing the next winter might be harsher than the last and not knowing if the previous harvest will be enough to hold them until it's over. But never having to worry about large scale betrayals, or political intrigue. Never concerning yourself with the competition because there hardly is any. Your competition around the cabin are other animals not nearly as strategic as you are and always good for thicker furs or emergency meat. On the rare occasion that a passerby might make things more difficult for you, you can always dispose of them fairly simply.
He ponders if his son, just beginning pubescence, would be capable of that.
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The observation period lasts weeks. Coriolanus finishes work and returns home to watch the recordings that have been gathered, sometimes not even bothering to eat or wash up before sitting to watch his distant family go about their business. He's ambivalent about his realization that Lucy Gray was better off without him than he would've guessed. On the one hand, had she not been better off her and their son would've died likely before he was even born and then where would he be? Just a bitter man of nearly thirty living a life with nothing bringing him any genuine happiness the way just watching his amazing son and still gorgeous songbird does. A cousin who raised him but now nearly ignores him, a wife he can't stand who's given him sons that were meant to be a continuation of the Snow line and legacy but one only inspires irritation and resentment in him and the other is yet to be born but he doesn't hold out much hope for. He knows he'll feel little affection for him, too. He'll be too like his insipid mother, and have too much of Coriolanus' most distasteful traits, like Calix.
On the other, he relished in knowing his Lucy Gray needed him. In his most self indulgent and self-aggrandizing fantasies, she always needed him. Either needed him to save her from some kind of evil, a touchy ex-lover, a murderous and petty mean girl with a senseless vendetta against her, an incompetent man with too much power like Mayor Lipp, which he in fact made sure to scrap from office as soon as he had the authority to and place someone more fitting in his place. Someone he knew wouldn’t give The Covey any trouble.
Other fantasies have more masturbatory wishes. She needs him because he’s fed her, needs him because he’s given her water to drink when she was deathly thirsty. She needs him because she’s horribly sore and he can do away with her aches and pains. Because she needs him to satiate her desire for closeness and pleasure when in reality it’s him that needs satiating. He that feels a desperate longing to touch her again because nothing and no one else feels as good.
Every day he gets to watch as she fetches water from the river that runs near her shoddy, unprotected home, brings it back to boil clean on her fireplace in a large metal pot. She collects the water in a separate container and lets any debris settle at the bottom, carefully brings it outside and waits for it to cool. She takes out a soap either she traded for or made on her own and undresses. He feasts his eyes on her, angry that any of his men might’ve seen this footage before he did. Notices her dark nipples puckering in the cold, thankfully there’s not much wind. He’d hate for her to get sick. He laments the camera quality isn’t fine enough to zoom in on her, to see her tender flesh develop goosebumps. She slowly pours the purified, hot water over herself and starts scrubbing her skin with the soap and an old, filthy looking rag.
He wonders what the soap smells like, if it’ll interfere with the aroma he remembers her having. The wild rose and fresh, ripe peach that no amount of synthesis has been able to replicate to his liking. Either it smells too manufactured or the rose scent is too clean, or the peach fragrance is too saccharine, or they don’t quite match the slightly musky trail she always had. According to the perfumers, it has a great deal to do with the pheromones one produces and picks up in another’s. Biology dictates that unless you’re wearing a strong perfume or cologne, the way you smell is subjective to whomever may be smelling you. Sometimes it permeates through even the strongest of artificial fragrances. He knows there’s no way Lucy Gray ever made enough money through her performances to buy a perfume of any kind, despite her immense talent. Much less a strong, manufactured fragrance that even in The Capital, people struggle to afford. No, of course not. Her hygiene perhaps, some rustic soap much like the one she uses now, purchased at The Hob is what she used, and a rag with any water she could find was used to keep herself clean. The scent Coriolanus remembers so fondly is all their own, produced by her and to be inhaled by him.
He ponders what he might’ve smelled like to her, if she enjoyed his scent even half as much as he delighted in hers. If his resulted in the same warm sensation in her groin that grew in his whenever he inhaled by her neck, slick with the day’s sweat.
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fic update: chapter 3 of Eagle Sable
I know! out of left field here.
I wrote the first draft of this chapter in 2022, and it wasn't ready yet in the timeline exactly, but Thronebreaker had recently gotten onto my radar and I was excited about using those characters for evil. Anyway. The first draft, I was shooting for snark and missed, and Hobbit wisely pointed out that it was winding up in a really unpleasant dynamic. So I set it aside and figured I'd have to come back to it, and eventually did. But in the meantime, Sass had read it, and loved part of the scene, and did a sketch-outline of a comic about it, and I was like ok, it's not that I just like that bit, it's that it's genuinely resonant in some way. So I finally, finally got my shit together and did a scorched-earth rewrite-- the way I do it is I got my elderly laptop out and plugged in and called up the doc on the screen there, and then hand-type every word of the new doc on my current working computer, even bits that I'm keeping the same. Because you can't copy-paste and make big radical changes without getting mired-down in it. Well, I can't, anyway. (When I didn't have an elderly laptop the way to do it was to print it out, so.)
Anyway finally we know what happens next when Iorveth gets stoned, LOL.
Chapter 3 of An Eagle Sable, a Lozenge Gules, on AO3
“There’s not much company in this world that can intimidate me,” Gascon said, “but this is-- rather a bit much.” Unexpectedly Roche laughed, not a harsh sarcastic bark like Gascon had heard before, but a surprisingly warm little exclamation. “Do you think we’ll eat you?” I wish you would, Gascon was just barely sober enough not to say.
yes yes i keep slipping from friday updates. i might give up on fridays for now, just because other things keep getting scheduled on fridays.
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TWHOSF S4 E5: Celebrations!
INTRO
Luke: I’m like a wolf, once you have my loyalty, you have it for life
Jamie: Don’t be fooled by my good looks, I’m just as deadly as anyone in the arena
Rashid: You’re never too old to have a little fun, or start a little trouble
Cody: I can be no one but myself, if you expect me to change, you’ll be disappointed
Ken: Even when you stumble and lose it all, it’s never too late to start over, I’m proof of that
Bosch: My family is as big as my heart is, and my love for them is even stronger
Ed: I may have started with nothin’, but now I got everything I could ever want
The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter Season 4
Episode 5: Celebrations all around!
*Bosch’s House*
*It’s the beginning of March and the weather has gotten warm enough to come out of all the winter gear*
*Bosch, Nia, Kareena, Issac, Maya, and Hari are gathered around the table fretting like hell over finalizing the details of Deepa’s 50th birthday*
BOSCH
Bosch: Deepa’s birthday is only a week away and we’re still going over everything again. I know the girls wanna do it all on their own, but at this point, I called the damn expert in.
*Doorbell rings*
*It’s Luna wearing a short blackplain Gucci bodycon dress with rose gold Tiffany and Co. jewelry, looking beautiful as hell with her pout adorned with Chanel Rouge Red Lipstick. Removing her new black Louboutin heels and placing them by the door, setting her Chanel sunglasses and new Saint Laurent Purse on the edge of the kitchen counter, she walks over and greets everyone before she sits down*
Nia: We were trying to do this ourselves, but there’s so much to finalize.
Luna: You have the venue paid for...All the décor is included, good…Cake is paid for…so the catering… you haven’t decided a week out?
Kareena: It’s hard to find good Indian food here.
Luna: Don’t worry about that. I know a guy.
Hari: You always know a guy.
Luna: I know everybody. *She texts one of her people and is waiting on a response*
Bosch: I gotta ask…did Rashid really buy a yacht, a whole yacht?
Luna: Yep, he’s always buying shit on a whim. He bought me a fucking Range Rover for my birthday and a Russian Sable coat for Christmas. That’s not even counting Valentine’s Day. I tell him, “Baby, I can buy it myself.” He tells me that it’s his duty as my husband to take care of me and to just stack my money for whatever I want. He’s traditional with a little bit of fucking crazy. He even spoils the kids the same way. My daughter has a fucking Dolce & Gabbana coat for fucks sake…and my guy responded, if you’re up for it in about an hour, we can go have a food tasting.
Nia: We’ve gone through everyone in town, where’d you find him!?
Luna: I got it like that, mama. Are y’all ready to roll out?
Bosch: In the Range Rover?
Luna: Us girls will ride in my car; you guys can follow us.
Maya: I’ve never been inside of one before.
Issac: We’ll follow in style, let’s hop in my new Beemer Convertible.
Bosch: Don’t you have a Tesla?
Kareena: I have a Tesla…and when are you two gonna get a new car? Y’all have the money.
Bosch: Soon.
Nia: Speak for yourself hon, you know I just bought my Audi A5. Stylish, luxurious, and yet practical. That ride you have is busted.
Bosch: I don’t need a new car.
Nia: Yeah, you do.
Bosch: We’re not discussing this right now…let’s just get where we have to go.
Nia: Fine.
*The girls are riding with Luna and the guys with Issac*
*Luna’s car*
Luna: That looked like it was about to get ugly.
Nia: Bosch has worked very hard to get to this point. We both have in our own careers. Bosch is afraid of the money, like he is his success at times. I would have assumed its because he grew up in Nayshall, but I grew up poor too. I didn’t imagine being where I am now. I just want to enjoy life and the fruits of our labor with him but he’s holding himself back.
Kareena: I know he avoids it, but you two need to talk about it soon. I don’t care when.
Luna: We’re here.
Maya: It’s so luxurious, like I feel I wouldn’t be aloud in this place.
Luna: You will with me. Let’s go.
*She greets the caterer and it’s like a bougie ass BET film when she does it. The food tasting goes incredibly well and the man is hired. Luna has skills and connections*
Caterer: So, what menu will you decide upon? *He is leering at Nia pretty obviously, Bosch is glaring*
Nia: Menu B, unanimously. This food is exquisite.
Caterer: Excellent, all of the cuisine will be prepped in the provided venue kitchen, as long as you’re on time to allow us access inside.
Kareena: Yes, I will be there at 1 pm that day.
Caterer: Perfect.
Luna: Dhruv, it’s a been a pleasure seeing you.
Dhruv: The pleasure is always mine, Luna…
Luna: Have a nice day.
*As they walk out*
Maya: Did he try to hit on you just then?
Luna: He can try, but there’s no damn way he’ll ever even sniff the panties. I’m still from the streets, I will body his ass.
Maya: Does Rashid know?
Luna: Yeah. He hates for me to deal with him, I only did because Deepa’s party is that important. I hate the motherfucker in reality. That smile is all dental implants you know. Last time, Rashid beat the shit out of him so bad, he fucked all of his teeth up that didn’t just get knocked out entirely. That was 2 years ago.
Nia: Don’t deal with him anymore, please. The way he was leering at me too nearly had Bosch ready to throw his ass out of the window.
Luna: *Unlocking her car* I won’t for fucking sure, slime ball ass. *She close the door and waits for others as she starts the car* Never again.
*Everyone rides back to the house, excited and happy*
Kareena: Now we need to take mom shopping tomorrow to find her a cute new dress…but we have to make it like we’re getting it for a photoshoot instead of a surprise party.
Nia: Done and done, See you sisters.
*Once everyone disperses and Nia and Bosch are alone in the house*
Nia: Bosch. We’re going to talk about this.
Bosch: No, we’re not, let’s just go to bed.
Nia: NO, WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW!
Bosch: Baby, come here…*He kisses her trying to initiate sex but she stops him*
Nia: STOP IT! You’re not gonna fuck your way out of this!
Bosch: I’m not talking about this shit with you! You’ll never understand! Your life is so damn perfect, and you’re just walking around without a care in the damn world spending money! I have shit to worry about!
Nia: Are you kidding!? I worked hard perfecting my craft to get to where I am today as a woman in the tattooing world! I am proud of how far I’ve come! I grew up poor, with a piece of shit father I had to escape from! I didn’t come from money so don’t act like you’re the only one who had it hard!! I spend money because I earned it! I enjoy things I never had and I want my kids to have it within reason!
Bosch: Money goes to people’s heads! It changes them!
Nia: It hasn’t changed a damn thing about me and I sure as hell hope you don’t think it has. You need a new car. You spend so much money fixing that damn thing. Money doesn’t change people; it brings who they really are out. If you’re not that person, it will show no matter how rich you are. I love you Bosch…with everything in me…and if money can change you from the man I fell in love and married…I have no idea what to say.
Bosch: I’m scared…I’ve always thought I’d be poor and at first, I just started this shit as a hobby and now it’s a career. That top 5 list scared me for real. I never thought I would ever accomplish this, hell, I never thought I’d find a woman as strong, intelligent, ambitious, talented, bold and absolutely sexy as you are to be my wife and the mother of my children who took on helping me take care of my sister. I love you, Nia. *Sweet kisses, so adorable and he holds her close*
Nia: I’m taking your ass to get a new car in the morning before I go shopping with mom and the sisters, right? And we're going to embrace all of what we worked for, RIGHT?
Bosch: Alright, and now…can we go relax? I need a nap.
Nia: I thought you were ready for some action babe.
Bosch: I’m suddenly awake…there’s 69 reasons why I am.
Nia: You can’t out freak me baby doll.
*They go in a room and let’s just day, all 69 reasons were not only fulfilled, but Nia got 8 inches of delight as well*
*A small diner serving up guilty pleasures*
*Ed and Tamiia are out by themselves there*
ED
Ed: This is my first interview for this show. I’m keeping it short n sweet because I ain’t got a lot to ramble on about. I was created to be a vessel for the soul of an evil asshole who’s now long gone, I was raised by a dude named Balrog, was sought out by the remnants of the organization the asshole was the head of, and now I’m here. I got myself a wife outta the blue, got a kid and another kid on the way…so shit…I guess I just jumped head first into this whole husband/father thing…
Tamiia: Mom hates this place but I loooooove it. Nothing beats a 10 piece buffalo wing combo with fries, extra ranch and a lemon lime soda.
Ed: Yeah, everyone needs to unwind and enjoy some delicious junk food every once in a while. *1/2 lb burger and fries are on his plate*
Tamiia: I’m happy we’re having this kind of time?
Ed: This kind?
Tamiia: Father/daughter time. I love being with you, dad.
Ed: Is it because you didn’t have one before?
Tamiia: That’s part of it, I also feel so safe with you. Like nothing bad will ever happen when I’m with you. It’s probably also why mom loves you. She feels safe and loved.
Ed: Nothin ever will, I gotta protect my girls. All three of my girls.
Tamiia: You know, it’s probably fate. The way your life was, you needed girls in your life to protect. My goodness these wings are the best. So saucy and spicy, but still crunchy…just like that greasy ass burger you have.
Ed: That’s why this place is OUR spot, Tee.
Tamiia: You know it.
*The two continue to savor the greasy meals together and just laugh together and talk*
*The mayor’s office*
*Wife Spotlight*
*A beautiful dark skinned biracial woman is seen on the phone*
FIRST LADY MELANIE TRAVERS, MAYOR CODY TRAVERS’ WIFE
Melanie: I know a lot of people are curious about what I do , especially when my husband is swamped with work like he has been for the past few weeks, so you get to tag along with me for a little bit. City Council has been up his ass. He’s cleaned up this city very effectively, and yet John Roland won’t shut his ass up. “You’re spending too much money.”  It’s better than our constituents losing theirs in the criminal underworld. Fucking bitch ass dickwad.
Yet another fundraising event needs to be held in order to fund our interests. I usually host the parties around here. It gets more people involved and willing to donate.
Marianne: So, the garden party will be held the first Saturday in April. Everything will be taken care of. Food, entertainment. It will be the pinnacle of elegance.
Melanie: *Stares and sighs*
Marianne: Mrs. Travers, are you alright?
Melanie: How long have we been at this?
Marianne: About two hours.
Melanie: Everything sounds good, by the way…but I need a break.
Marianne: I agree, you look stressed…there’s been a lot going on with your husband at city council, you planning this fundraiser, and you even own a clothing line now. You are spreading yourself thin and your husband is stressed as hell too. I think you need each other right now.
Melanie: Yeah…
Marianne: He’s back in his office… you need to go get some dick.
Melanie: *Laughs* I swear we corrupted y’all.
Marianne: It’s better than working with people like John Roland.
Melanie: Well, I’m gonna go see my man.
*Marianne teases her as she goes to his office where he is on the phone, once she walks into the office, Cody ends the call*
Cody: Hey sugar. You lookin good.
Melanie: Hey, my king. You need to relax, and so do I. *Closes the door and draws the blinds pulls out the glasses they keep in the room and pulls out the flask with bourbon in it and pours it*
Cody: Oh, hell yeah. *Takes a sip and instantly relaxes*
Melanie: I swear this party planning is annoying, I don’t know how Luna does it all the time.
Cody: It’s just her career. You’re not into planning it so much as you’re into execution.
Melanie: You’re right about that. What happened with John Roland?
Cody: I got the votes I needed for that crime initiative and John Roland got up talking about my past again, my prison sentence, and he even brought you up. Saying I should have gotten a proper blonde haired wife, like my ex. I whooped his ass right in the chamber. I don’t give a shit about that noise he said about me, but he trash talked you and I had to put his ass in between the chair and the motherfuckin table.
Melanie: That’s my man…I love you.
Cody: I love you, sugar.
*They finish the bourbon*
Cody: Come your fine ass here and let me help us relax some more.
*Melanie walks over and straddles him and they are kissing so passionately that the camera crew is frozen for a hot second, Once, they slink away…the door locks. He’s finna beat that cunt up and everyone else will ignore it*
*The next day*
*Everyone is getting ready for Deepa’s party*
*Ken’s House*
*The phone rings*
Ken: What’s up Ryu?
Ryu: Are you ready for the party?
Ken: Almost.
Ryu: I’ll be driving my wife there with me.
Ken: Really?
Ryu: I passed my road test this morning.
Ken: Hell yeah, dude! That’s awesome!
Krystal: Congratulations!!
Ryu: Aw thanks…
Ken: Thank the kids later.
Ryu:..I’ll see you at the party…*Call ends*
Ken: He’ll never live it down, ever. You look so damn good that I almost want to miss the part to fuck you on the kitchen counter.
Krystal: Nope, later. Let’s hit it!
*Alizio, an expensive banquet hall*
*Everyone is inside already except for the birthday girl and the daughters*
*They have her convinced that it is a birthday photoshoot, only to be met with the biggest surprise of her life*
*Deepa’s knees nearly buckle as she sees everyone there*
Deepa: All of this for me? Even my friend is here…Ishani…
Ishani: I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Blue is a beautiful color on you.
Deepa: I can’t believe you girls did this…
Nia: With Luna’s help…
Kareena: It’s your night, mommy.
E.Honda: It took a lot to keep the secret, but it turned out great!
*Deepa kisses her husband*
*Pictures are taken of incredible quality because of Luna’s photography connections*
*The meal is exquisite for sure*
*Everyone sings happy birthday to her as the massive cake is brought out*
Deepa on the microphone: Thank all of you for all of this. I never imagined any of this. I’m so happy everyone is here. Thank you, my daughters, Nia, Kareena, Maya, and my sons, Bosch, Hari, and Issac. I don’t use the term in-law, once you marry into my family, you’re all mine too. My children have grown up to be incredible people, and it’s reflected in how many incredible friends you all have.
Luke: We beat a guy’s ass for you!!! We’re definitely awesome for that!
Sarita: And I’m the crazy one?
*Deepa walks over and kissed Luke on the cheek in gratitude before continuing*
Deepa: My husband, Edmond. You are so wonderful to me, more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for showing me what love should be like. Let’s all get wasted!
Kareena: We are bad influences on our own mom, I’m lucky Issac’s parents are watching the kids. They don’t party.
Nia: She’s free and enjoying life like she should.
Stacie: The venue working out for you?
Nia: Very much, I can’t believe you got this place rented, the wait list is backed up for years.
Stacie: No one can resist the face nor the pocketbook of the impeccable Stacie Burgess.
*Believe me, everyone showed their asses on the dance floor all fucking night*
*Deepa has become quite the party animal*
*Jamie, Vega, and Ed just need to join Magic Mike at this fucking point. Seriously*
*The party continues into the night*
*The Next Day*
*Wife Spotlight*
*Kids are at school and daycare, husband is out patrolling the streets, just finished with lash client*
ANYA
Anya: I just finished the last client I had for individual lashes and it was a doozy. Now I’m to go grocery shopping. Jamie is raking in the dough lately after the Herbal Essences campaign and how he has a long term deal with them. I’m excited for him for sure. Of course, there was a snag in my damn day.
*Trader Johns. If you know the reference, you definitely know*
Anya: Ok, I think I have everything else…I just need the BBQ Lays for my husband and Hot Cheetohs for myself, and the Variety Pack to hide from the damn kids…
Female voice: Anya Pratt…is that seriously you?
Anya: *Glances over* I didn’t know you were even back in this raggedy city as you call it, Janet.
Janet: Living here is unfortunately necessary for me and my career as an actress. I was going to get the role in the new superhero film, but that bitch Stacie Burgess got the role instead of me. She isn’t that cute or talented, I don’t know how she won awards or has that fine ass husband of hers.
Anya: Her husband is not one many people in general, let alone women can handle.
Janet: I did the role in a new Netflix show, so that’s something. I’m going to get a lot out of this role monetarily.
Anya: Good for you.
Janet: Anya, you’re acting like we don’t know each other.
Anya: I know you well. You bullied me and Sarita from middle school al the way through high school. I know very well.
Janet: You still haven’t lost weight. Remember that diet plan I drew for you and Sarita? You didn’t follow it? You ass is still massive and those legs are huge. What are you a size 44?
Anya: 18, bitch.
Janet: And Sarita is still fat as hell?
Anya: You obviously don’t watch tv that doesn’t involve your fucking overrated ass face. The cameras should tell you I’ve been on tv for a while and so has Sarita.
Janet: For what? Who’d film your asses?
Anya: The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter reality show.
Janet: Ah, can’t get real roles so reality tv it is…
Anya: Didn’t try.
Janet: Ugly average bitches get reality tv roles. *scrolls through phone* Although I may tune in, these men are fucking fine. Rashid, Bosch Waraya, the Mayor is gorgeous, and Jamie Siu…that Jamie Siu is gorgeous…I need him on my arm and Luke…oooh that booooody!
Anya: Off the market loser.
Janet: For now.
Anya: Let me inform your peanut ass brain of something. My name is Anya Siu. I’m a two time national martial arts champion, a successful lash technician, the creator of a popular makeup and skin care line, and part time model. I’m the wife of Jamie Siu, and am the mother of his four children. Put some respect on my name, Janet Lacey. And FYI Sarita Sullivan, my best friend, is the wife of Luke Sullivan, and is a stay at home mom to his five children, and she’s crazy and will cut your ass on sight.
Oh, and you’re looking at Rashid, the billionaire husband of Luna, the richest and most successful event planner in the country who is one of my closest friends an still a thug at heart. Bosch is the husband of my friend Nia, the Queen of Ink, and the First Lady of this city is my friend, former realtor, Melanie Travers. The other husbands are obviously the still famous Ken Masters who is married to my friend, former model and respected talent agent Krystal, Stacie is also a dear friend of mine by the way. Also, that new guy who just joined there…is my brother in law.
I’m well connected. Try me and your career is in fucking shambles and since this Metro City, I’ll beat your ass for good measure. Wanna try me? I thought so, get the fuck out of my way.
Janet: Women like you are afraid of competition. You see a gorgeous woman, such as a beautiful redhead like me, and your whole marriage is in jeopardy. You’re a bit better off than that cow Sarita but…all the same
Anya: Our husbands likes em big and thick, don’t get it twisted, they would never.
Janet: We’ll see each other again.
Anya: I’d rather not.
Janet: Wait until Shanika hears about this…oh yeah, my still friend Shanika is a record producer and former pop star.
Anya: More like one hit wonder and that song was trash. Go and be miserable bitch…I’m out.
*Anya checks out and places the groceries in her car*
*Her car phone rings, and it’s her husband*
Anya: Hey baby.
Jamie: I got all the kids, I’m headin home, I’ll probably beat you there.
Anya: Yeah, I can’t wait to see you…
Jamie: I know that tone, what’s up, my queen?
Anya: This bitch I went to school with, Janet is back in town.
Jamie: The one you told me that bullied you and Sarita?
Anya: The one in the same, the bitch on that one Netflix sitcom that was pretty much ass. She saw your picture on her phone and now she’s another woman after your ass.
Jamie: You know you have nothing to ever worry about. I married you forever, and Luke is annoying as shit but that dude is loyal if nothing else at all. Some women can’t accept that not every man who they think looks a certain way is attracted to thicker women and big women. Not slim thick, a woman with rolls and stomach pouches and real hips and thighs.
Yaya on the phone in the car: Don’t listen to her mommy! You are beautiful and nothing is wrong with your body, I know because my body is starting to look like yours and I’m proud of it!
JJ: It takes two to make good looking kids like us so don’t let her get to you, or we’ll roast her ass too!!
Anya: Thank you, baby, and my little ones too. And you’re waiting on me too? *Call ends as she pulls up seeing her family waiting for her*
*Anya gets out of the car and locks it before her kids give her a kiss, and Yaya gives her a big ass hug too before the siblings take the toddlers in the house and locks the door behind them*
*Jamie passionately kisses Anya before opening the garage door, grabbing her ass and then she jumps and locks her short legs around him. He brings her inside and sets her down on the chest deep freezer. The kissing getting heated and clothes being bunched up is seen by the camera as the door closes*
EPISODE END
ANYA’S OLD BULLY AND RIVAL TRIES IT, DON’T DO IT LADY. THE CHICK HAS POWERFUL AND DANGEROUS FRIENDS
ED AND TAMIIA’S BOND IS WHOLESOME AS HELL
CODY DON’T PLAY AT ALL, HIS WIFE IS HIS WHOLE BACKBONE
DEEPA IS SUCH A DOLL NOW, JUST FANCY FREE
NIA AND BOSCH’S SPAT WAS TENSE
LUNA KNOWS SOME PEOPLE AND SHE’S FUCKIN FABULOUS BUT NEEDS TO STAY AWAY FROM THE CREEP
RYU PASSED HIS DRIVING TEST!!!
UPCOMING EPISODE 6: Ain’t No Party Like a Yacht Party!
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