#but seriously loves how he looks in her lens
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The falling | joel miller x f!reader, 5k
Summary: It’s a weird feeling, the moment you realize you’ve lost everything. You're falling. It is never ending, the falling, even after the moment, that exact moment, is long gone.
Or
you catch Joel cheating on you. The world comes crushing down.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, ANGST. That's it. Ok, bye.
But seriously, angst, a whole lot of angst, alternated POVs, husband!joel, wife!reader, cheater!joel, married couple, Joel fucks another f!person, reference to sexual activity but nothing too detailed, as I said before-ANGST, excessive use of the word fuck, Joel is kind of a dick on this one, as always let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Let me know how you feel about this lost little puppy, I know he sounds arrogant and awful, maybe I can rectify that, on a second part. If you're interested in a closure for these two, hit me in the comments! Thank you for taking the time to read anything I write! Love you all! 🥰😘
Dividers by @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics
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It’s a weird feeling, the moment you realize you’ve lost everything.
Everything dear and loved and cherished and so close to your heart. Your heart itself.
You still can’t decide if it’s liberating or torturing, to have that exact moment burned in your thoughts like a Polaroid.
But the pain is real. The pain is excruciating. It spreads like vines through your whole body, starting from the pit of your stomach in the form of a bile you try to hold back, moving to your heart’s agonizing clench, licking to the ends of your numb limbs which remain obstinately immobile. It feels almost like floating, but not exactly.
You’re falling; you’re still falling as if there’s no luxurious, expensive floor underneath your feet, holding you surprisingly still up. You wait for the landing, the crush, unmoving, unblinking, not quite breathing. It is never ending, the falling, even after the moment, that exact moment, is long gone.
Your designer’s tote bag, another unnecessarily extravagant gift from your husband, drops from your hands to the floor with a loud thud.
Joel’s thrusts stop immediately and he turns his head to look behind him, while he’s on his knees, balls deep in a female body on all fours. His eyes shut tightly in something you’re not sure how to interpret, dropping his head between his shoulder blades and his palms squeeze the hips of the female body he's holding, until his fingertips go white.
And you’re just standing there, on the threshold of your bedroom, taking in the scene. It’s weird how the mind works under stressful situations. Is the absurdity of the reality that keeps you calm? Is it your brain’s reaction to protect you from collapsing? Are you shutting down right now?
You feel your eyes unable to move around and at the same time you see clearer than ever, as if you’re looking through a wide-angle lens.
You notice all of the stripped clothes, which they don’t seem hastily taken off, the way they pool on various surfaces of the room; they took their time undressing each other.
You notice the crystal tumbler of a half finished liquid, Joel’s whiskey, on his side of the nightstand; they took their time having fun.
You notice the absence of a condom on Joel’s cock as he removes himself from the female hole he was buried deep, all splayed out for him and now you; they took their time before, it seems, there is an intimacy there. This is not a stranger, this is not a first time.
Joel is calm, collected even, as he stands to his full height, grabbing his pants from the floor next to the king sized bed and putting them on. Calculated, steady movements, he looks like he’s trying to stay in control of the situation, diminish it to something else. You pray he doesn’t go down that path.
You look behind him, the female body’s gathering itself into a ball, sitting on your bed now, hands hugging it’s knees, trying to protect its nudity. Your eyes roam her form until they settle on her face. Oh, you know her. She looks -hm, there’s a mosaic of emotions behind her eyes, which are surprisingly bold to look back at you. You see shock, you see fear, you see.. satisfaction?
“Darlin’” Joel’s approaching you, crossing the ridiculously big room, with a steady pace.
His chest is heaving from the effort to regulate his breathing, he’s sweaty, his muscles all bulged from the interrupted fucking, his curls -your curls, fuck, that hurts- damp. He’s so handsome in all his disheveled form. He looks like your Joel.
Imaginary flashes of her fingertips combing through his hair are passing through your mind and you feel your esophagus contracting, a sense of a burning hot liquid moving up to your mouth. You swallow it down.
He reaches to touch your arm, don’t you dare, is all you mutter lowly, still without moving a muscle as if you do, the world will come crushing down. It already did, didn’t you get the memo? Your voice feels foreign to your ears, your tongue feels rough like sandpaper.
He obeys.
When does this falling end?
“Baby-”, he tries again, while he steps forward, a condescending tone to his voice, like he’s addressing a toddler.
“Don’t-”, you roll your eyes in your head, god, he smells so good, even with the sweat someone else poured out of his skin, he smells so fucking good. He smells like your Joel. “Don’t come any closer.”
“This-” he exhales heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, as if it’s an unnecessary effort to explain, as if you should understand; of all people, you should know, “this doesn’t mean anything-” his hand gesturing between him and the female body, “she doesn’t mean anything.” You should understand, baby, you should know.
And for the first time her eyes leave yours and land on the face of the deceiver. If this wasn’t happening to you right now, you would take pity on her pained expression. You almost feel sorry for her. Almost.
“Does she know that?” you ask him, your eyes never leaving her tangled form on your bed.
Joel snaps his head to her direction, narrowing his eyes in warning, “Yes, she does.”, his voice comes out strict and final, signaling there’s no room for doubt. He doesn’t sound like your Joel.
“I need you to leave.”, you breathe barely audible, your eyes still on her face; now she doesn’t know where to look, the rug pulled out from under her feet from the man she had inside her minutes ago.
His gaze is cold and indifferent, as if everything is her fault, looking still in her direction. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights, the empathetic part of your brain feels for her.
“Get your shit and get the fuck out, what are you waiting for?” he snaps at her.
“Not her, you.” you whisper, it’s impossible to speak louder, all of your energy powers your two standing feet.
He turns to look at you, shocked, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.
“Wh- what are you talking about, sweetheart?” he tries to reason with you, “We need to talk, to-”
“Joel-”, you try again and thank god he’s interrupting you, you don’t have the strength to negotiate right now. Let the dice roll. It’s all fucked, anyway.
“This is my home; I’m not leaving.” he simply states, shaking his head from side to side, staring at you expectantly.
“You’re right. This is your house.” you acknowledge, coming to a painful realization. “Everything is yours; you own everything, don’t you?”, you smile sadly, crouching down to collect you bag.
You turn on your heels and leave the residence formerly known and felt as home, behind you.
Alarm system disabled.
Joe’s hairs are rising on the nape of his neck, when he checks the alarm app notification on his phone, thinking you came back home.
It’s been an awful month without you, without being able to contact you. He knew where you were of course, he could not for the life of him leave that information escape him, but he didn’t pressure you with an unexpected visit, he knew better.
It’s been a month. That’s plenty of time. You took your time and now you’re ready to talk. You have to be, this can’t be the end of this relationship, this marriage.
He presses your number and hits call. Fuck, he’s still blocked. Maybe you forgot to unblock him, it’s ok, it doesn’t mean anything.
He checks the house’s cameras. Shit. That’s not you. What is she doing there? What the fuck is going on? Alright, he’s going back to the house.
He stands on his feet, right in the middle of a meeting with the board and just leaves them. There’s a distant muttering of where does he think he goes, what happened, what’s gotten into him, this is important for the upcoming deal, but he pays no mind to them.
He needs to talk to you.
“Yeah, I think I’ve got everything you need,” Maria facetimes you, showing around your closet via her camera. “I’m loading the suitcase to the car and I’m out of here.”
“Thank you Mar-”
“MARIA?” Joel’s voice travels through the space from the ground floor, up.
“Shit, shit, shit, what am I gonna do?” Maria whispers to you turning the call to voice only.
“Just take the suitcase and leave, it’s ok, I only got personal stuff if that’s what he’s worried about. Let him check if it comes to that.”, you try to calm her down.
“Ok, ok-” Maria grabs the handle of the suitcase and moves to leave the walk-in closet.
“Hey.” Joel comes through the door to the bedroom taking in the scene. He hasn’t set foot in this room for nearly a month now.
“Hey.” Maria sounds pissed on the line.
“What are you doing here? Where's Tommy?”, Joel’s face frowns in question. “Tommy's not my keeper, his my partner. My husband, not that you would know what that means, apparently.” Maria just shrugs and moves to pass him by.
“What are you doing, what’s going on here?” he insists, blocking her way.
“I’m just collecting som-”
“How is she? Is she ok?” his voice softening when he asks about you.
“Oh, please, Joel, how is she? Really?” Maria scoffs at him. “She doesn’t want to see you, Joel or hear from you, that’s how she is.”
“Yeah, I gathered that much, thank you.” he mocks back. “Is she on the phone, can I just talk to her?” he extends his arm to reach for the phone. “Over my dead and cold body.” Maria says, pressing the phone on her chest.
His eyes are raging storms, his nostrils flaring with quiet rage. He takes a deep breath “Can you please ask her if I can talk to her, just for five minutes?”
“Why don’t you call her, Joel?” Maria taunts him, emphasizing the pronunciation of his name.
Joel just stares back at her, unfazed. Maria doesn’t move a muscle, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. Well, she did move one muscle.
Joel sighs exasperatedly “She blocked my number.”
“I wonder why that is.” Maria twists the knife, “I guess you have your answer, then.”
“Christ-” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “just- just ask her, please.”
Maria lifts the phone to her ear, rolling her eyes in frustration in the process. “Hey, Joel’s here, he’s ask-”
“Yeah, I heard everything.” you interrupt her, “No, I don’t want to talk to him.” Maria is shaking her head negatively at him as you talk, to pass the message.
Joel’s face goes cold and emotionless. “Well, tell her if she wants her belongings, she needs to come and get them herself.”
It’s been five weeks now and you can’t keep living in your best friend’s and sister in law's clothes. You’re gonna have to go and grab your stuff yourself.
Because it wasn’t enough what you’ve been through, what you’ve heard until you reached that goddamned bedroom door, what you’ve witnessed when you’ve entered, now he’s making you go back there to humiliate you. As you’re checking your calendar for your work schedule to decide on a suitable day, it hits you. You have Joel’s calendar on your phone, too. You always do, it was the only way to have some time together between his visits to work sites and board meetings and bussiness trips and fucking-behind-your-back, apparently.
And then you remember that day where you both stole some time off and decided to spend it cuddling with each other on the couch, talking nonsense and laughing at silly things and hugging and kissing and fucking all night long.
A brainstorm of thoughts run through your head instantly. How could he do that to you? He looked so happy in your arms. Maybe he was right, maybe it was nothing, maybe you should understand, you of all people, you should know. Do you need to do an STD test? How careless could he be? Where there others? Did he ever love you? Do you want to know?
Does it really matter?
You focus again on that day. He’d told you about a big deal coming up, one of the biggest in his career, if not the biggest so far and how important it was to the future of the company.
You searched frantically through his calendar until you found the date of the final meeting, the date where they’d seal the deal. Because there is no way they weren’t. If Joel wanted it so badly, he’d find a way to make it happen.
And you knew your husband, ironic as is sounds now. He was focused to a fault. He wouldn’t even check his phone that day. He’d done it every time since you were together. History indicated that he probably had other reasons, too, for not checking his phone in a timely manner, but you wouldn’t dwell on that. Not right now. Because now you had your chance.
That date was your chance.
Alarm disabled.
Joel’s phone is vibrating momentarily, not that he noticed, it was silent and tacked away in his jacket pocket, the jacket itself hanging on the back of his chair.
Don’t fuck it up, don’t fuck it up, don’t fuck it up, he’s chanting in his mind, under all this calm and confident demeanor, he’s sweating inside.
This is it, this is it, this is it, he repeats like a mantra, watching his opposite CEO, Leo Marks, playing with the pen between his fingers. He’s inspecting the contract again and he’s so close, so close to what he wanted. The room is silent, the long table full of seated lawyers and consultants from both sides, holding their breaths in charged expectation.
Joel knows that Marks is going to sign. He knows it. He worked for it. He convinced him, he made his vision clear as day and he lured him in. This is it. He got this.
Then your face appears in his mind. No, not today, he can’t do this today. You will have to wait. Like you always have. Joel shakes his head slightly, as if to remove you from his thoughts. His fingers get itchy, he wishes he could just check on you. Yes, he just want to check on you.
Are you alright? Are you thinking about him? Do you miss him like he does? Do you stay wide awake at night replaying the same scene over and over until you feel physically ill? Do you know that he thinks about you? Did he show you at all that night? Maybe he should have appeared at your friend’s door out of the blue. Maybe you think he doesn’t care. All he was trying to do was give you space. Respect your boundaries. Let you work everything out.
Fuck.
He reaches for his phone. He doesn’t know why. He knows his number is still blocked. He checks every night, when he's too exhausted from the lack of sleep and prays he could listen to your voice, or the soft sound of your breath when you slept next to him. But he fishes it out of his jacket pocket, anyway and then he sees it.
38 minutes ago.
Alarm disabled.
Alarm disabled. Alarm disabled. Alarm disabled, the only thought repeated in his head. He immediately searches the cameras for you but no movement is recorded right now. Maybe you already left. His heart rate spikes, his temples feel the pressure of his blood pumping violently in his veins. Cold sweat pours out of his body.
He’s squeezing his eyes shut, mentally counting all the places without cameras inside the house. What if you are still in there and he just can’t see you?
Fuck.
Mark’s voice extract him from his thoughts, “Mr. Miller, everything looks in order as we agreed.”
Joel snaps his eyes back to him, slightly irritated, “Of course it does, your legal team already did a thorough check all these months to get us here today.”
“Yes, yes,” Marks laughs entertained, “I just wanted to look it over one more time, I mean, we really are going to…”
What if you’re still there? What if this is his chance? He could always try to reach you after the deal, convince you to hear him out. Yeah, he can do that. He doesn’t need to chase you down. He can wait a little bit longer, can’t he? He can have it all, right? He was the man that had it all.
A mail pops up on his phone, a compliment note from the management of one of both your favorite hotels in Europe, thanking you for choosing their establishments for your stay, once again. Shit. You’re fleeing the fucking country? Are you fucking serious?
“..Mr. Miller?” Marks insists.
“Hm?” his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.
“I said, before we sign, I need you to walk me through it one more time.” he demands like a little child asking for its favorite bedtime story. “I mean, this is the project of my dreams. I need your reassurance that this is as important for you as it is for us, that it’ll be your only focus for the foreseeable future.” he looks at Joel expectantly.
His only focus.
For the foreseeable future.
Fuck.
“HONEY!”. Your blood runs cold in your veins to the sound of his baritone voice. Your hand freezes over the shelf with the t-shirts, not making a sound. You didn’t take that long, why is he here? Why isn’t he in his meeting?
Joel enters the bedroom but you’re not there. Fuck, you hear the curse running softly from his lips. You don’t move, you don’t blink, you don’t breathe.
He moves to leave and check elsewhere but then he stops. You hear soft steps and you see the door of the walk-in closet opening. His wide form blocks the light from the outside, his broad shoulders almost taking up all the space of the frame.
He looks disheveled, his baby blue shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top, his hair a mess, like he kept combing his fingers through them. You don’t dare meet his eyes though. You keep your gaze as far as his chin goes, concentrating on the bare patch there. His sole presence electrifies you like he’s already touched you. Your whole body feels on fire and frozen simultaneously. God, you missed him.
“I was calling for you.”, he breathes out and you can feel his fear pulsing through his body. He’s scared you’re gonna run. That’s why he doesn’t leave his spot, blocking the door.
“I know.”
“Were you hiding from me?” his brows are furrowed in a seemingly pained expression from what your peripheral vision could help you understand.
“No, I just chose not to answer you.”, you lower your head, looking at your feet.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” you say hastily, but he’s waiting for a real answer. You breathe deeply, “It- it felt too domestic, you calling for me, me answering back, like how we were before.” He nods, biting his bottom lip. “What are you doing here, Joel?”
“In our house?” the edges of his lips are slightly turned up, his head tilting to one side.
“No, this is your house as you said yourself.”
“Darlin’, you know I didn’t mean it like that..” he sighs in regret, his head deepening in his shoulder blades in an effort to attract your gaze upwards.
“But you’re right.”
“I built it for you.” his voice soft, like it’s a secret mend to stay that way.
“Hm.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” his brows raise in genuine surprise.
“Nothing, forget it.”
“No, tell me.”
“You first.”
He looks perplexed, he forgot your question.
“What are you doing here, right now, Joel?”
“I got the alarm notification and.. it was the only way I could talk to you, honey..”
“But- your meeting-”
He searches your eyes, although you refuse to look at him, analysing your confused expression and it hits him. He smiles in understanding, nodding his head. “So, you chose today on purpose..”
You don’t respond, you keep looking everywhere but his eyes.
He laughs through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t drop everything to come and see you?”
“I really did.”
He gasps in disbelief, almost offended.
“Baby, look at me, please; look at me..” he pleads with you softly. You close your eyes as if in fear you would obey, your chin trembling from the effort to remain calm.
“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me, now.” he presses in a more authoritative way. He thought he could order you around? Break you?
“No.” you shake your head.
Joel calls you by your name but before he has a chance to spit another soft command-
“I SAID NO!” you open your eyes, targeting them to his chest, tears spilling uncontrollably now. You can see from your periphery the look of shock on his face, because you never yelled before. Ever.
“Why, sweetheart?”, he retreats back to his soft side.
“Because that’s exactly what you want. And you can’t always get what you want, Joel, not anymore.” You can’t hold back your tongue now.
“Jesus Christ,” you grit through your teeth, “what do you want from me, hm?” your eyes keep dancing around his face but never on his eyes. He looks dumbfounded, his lips part slightly but you don’t wait for an answer. “What else do you want? Is this some kind of ego thing? You expected me to shout and break things and hit you and tell you to leave her and come back to me? Because your ego is safe, Joel, if that’s what you worry about. I didn’t leave you, you did that first when you went behind my back. So, you walked out on me and not the other way around. Happy? Ready to go on with your life?” You’re grabbing the shelf where your hand previously rested so hard, trying to steady yourself.
For the first time Joel is speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t find the words to defend himself, to convince you about his feelings, to soothe you at the very least. He begins to have a glimpse of how he appears in your eyes right now. How much damage he’s done, even before that night. How much ground he lost over time.
“Darlin', I just wa-” he begins softly, almost like walking on eggshells, but your body visibly tenses, you jaw shuts tight, your eyes rolling back in your head.
“Stop, just stop! Stop saying what you want! Stop making this about you! Don’t you see? You keep asking me for what you want! Have you stopped for a second, just a second, to think what I want? What I need? I don’t- I don’t recognize you anymore.”
“I-” he closes his eyes in distress, “I love you.” His last retreat. He’s trying anything that could help him. He doesn’t get it. He can’t. He’s not capable. But he used to be. He was the most empathetic person you knew. What the fuck happened?
Your eyes snap though the open closet door at his admision and on to the perfectly made bed.
His gaze follows yours behind his back and shakes his head once more in regret.
“It really didn’t mean-”
“Joel-” you warn him, “have some self respect and don’t say what I think you’re about to say. At least have the guts to admit exactly what you did, I’d appreciate it more.”
He exhales heavily, you’re not giving him an opening to fix this. You’re hanging onto every word he mutters. Not a single one of them is left unparsed and he's not used to that. He knows that if he does not control his anger right now, it's game over.
Heavy silence is hanging between you, each one lost on their thoughts.
“Do you know when you really lost me, Joel?”, you ask him eventually.
Half an hour ago he would swear he had all the answers, but now? Now he sees he’s in the deep, so he stays quiet, searching your eyes that still won't reach his, for answers.
“You lost me when you humiliated her in front of me.”
His face goes white, shocked, he can’t believe his ears. His mouth opens and closes but he makes no sound, how on earth does he respond to that?
“You still don’t get it, do you?”, you pinch the bridge of your nose exasperatedly. “You valued her enough to endanger our wedding, you valued her enough to bring her to our own house, to our bed, Joel; you valued her enough to fuck her raw, to let her know that you were unhappy with me, before I had a chance to realize it myself-”, Joel interrupts you almost panicked “I’m not un-” and for the first time your eyes pierce his in such an anguish that the words die in his throat. “-and then you just diminished her like she was nothing, just to prove a point to me. While she was naked, vulnerable on our bed. And trust me, this is not me defending her, she is as responsible for this as you, but you’re the one I married, not her. I expected better from you, Joel, not her.”
Now he’s the one averting his eyes from you, looking down on his overpriced shoes, his demeanor defeated, this is not the Joel you know anymore.
“And what was the point, Joel? Hm? What? That she means nothing? Then why were you with her? Why did you choose her? Why did you spend your precious time on nothing, while I had to make an appointment to see you? That’s what you did with me, too? I mean nothing, too? Just a warm hole to fuck when convenient?” he snaps his head back to you, shaking it in denial frantically, his eyes blown wide and red from all the emotional stress you push onto him.
“But I guess I got my answer about a month ago, hm?” It’s one of those moments that epiphanies hit you as you speak uncontrollably, you just can’t stop your mind from running wild, your mouth from spilling bile, your heart from pounding so hard in your chest, your ears start to ring, your grasp on the shelf tightening even more for balance.
“And that tells me a lot about who you really are. It’s not just about the fucking, Joel, Jesus-, -for the brilliant man I know you to be, you’re stumbling through your blindest moment.”, you shake your head in disappointment, tears still running freely down your face, licking your jawline and falling like a waterfall to the carpeted floor. You feel so done, you find it pointless to explain any further.
“I- I don’t know you, Joel, I don’t know who you are anymore. Maybe I never did,” you conclude, “maybe you’re right,” you slowly nod to yourself, “and everything is my fault after all.” you whisper, not sure if you want him to hear that part.
He did. “I never said that it was your fault, baby. When did I ever say that?” his face is contorted in pain, “None of this is your fault, none of it, you hear me?” he wants so desperately to cross the fucking room and hold you tight, crush all your pain and insecurities and self hatred under an asphyxiating hug. He also knows that he won't make even two steps before you flee, or step back from him and he can’t for the life of him witness that. Because that’s how much he needs you. He prefers you standing there, where he can see you, where he can have you, even if you wither and die under the enormous trauma he’s putting you through.
“So stupid.. I was- I am so stupid..” you’re repeating to yourself almost deliriously, rubbing your fingers on your forehead.
“This isn’t you, sweetheart, you don’t talk like that, don’t- don’t do that to yourself.” Joel tries to bring you back.
“But this is you, isn’t it, Joel? The real you?” you bite back. “This isn’t me, really? How do you like the new me, Joel? Do you take pride on your creation?” you laugh bitterly at him. “Yeah, how you’d always call me? Polite little thing? Sweetheart?” you’re infuriated now, a rise fighting to explode through you. “How does it feel, Joel? To know you’re responsible for changing someone to their core? To know you had that much power over them?”
Joel’s shaking his head once again in desperation, hot tears spilling from his eyes, god, had he ever cried before? this is not a battle he can win, he sees that now. The damage is too great. What on earth was he thinking?
“Please, please honey, can we just take a breather, sit down and talk about everything?” he pleads with you, a last thread of hope shinning in his red rimmed eyes.
“Take a breather..” you mutter through your teeth, “you mean the breather you took while you were fucking someone else instead of talking to me?”, Joel shuts his eyes in defeat, there’s nothing he can say anymore. “I think you got it backwards, Joel.”
You take a steadying breath and command your legs internally to hold on a little while longer and move forward; clothes, suitcase, life left behind.
“Don’t contact me again, unless is via your legal team.” is the last bullet that hits Joel’s chest, right through his broken heart.
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I'm so tired of people saying that the Prince from Snow White is a creep for kissing Snow White when he thought she was dead.
People act as if he put his tongue down her throat while she looks like a regular corpse.
Maybe I'm just more comfortable with death because of my upbringing.
There's a European tradition that you would kiss dead people goodbye. You would also wait with a dying person because dying alone was one of the most horrible ways to die.
In Poland, you would spend three days with the dead body of your relative in the house so family and friends have time to say goodbyes. We even have pictures of family members in coffins, so we could remember them.
Yeah, it's a very post-modern, historically, culturally-small-minded way to look at it.
Specifically in this movie (which is a fairy tale's fairy tale) people just...totally ignore the scene where The Prince is introduced.
Seriously and truthfully, BECAUSE the Prince only takes action in three scenes of the movie, you HAVE to take all three of them very very seriously. Because thats all there is to know about him. That's how fairy tales work: lots of information hiding under very brief, simple snippets of information. It's called nuance.
Anyway.
The Prince kisses Snow White as a culmination of their promised love for each other.
First scene he's in, he falls in love with her because of her obvious purity and he overhears her longing for someone to love her. Then she runs away because she's not sure of him, and doesn't know him. But he sings his part of the song, which is all about how he has just one heart to give, one devotion to spend, and he's choosing to give it and spend it on her if she'll have him.
And she will have him. How do we know? She sends a kiss to him on the dove. That's how the exchange ends; that's how she responds, and that's why he leaves satisfied. It's their engagement scene. They're promising their hearts to each other.
Fast-forward, the Queen messes up what might have been the natural follow-through of that engagement which is marriage by trying to kill Snow White, she's living in the woods, but she won't forget the Prince and wholeheartedly believes he'll come find her.
And the very next thing we hear about him is that he keeps his promise. He's got one heart, one love, one devotion, and it's promised to Snow White, and he will not stop searching for her. When he finds her, he's returning her kiss from their engagement scene. He thinks she's dead, but he has to finish his quest anyway. This is him, trying to keep his promise even if she's dead; he's trying to fulfill the exchange they had when they saw each other last.
It's ridiculous to assume that she needed to be awake and alive to give permission for him to kiss her; it's ignorant of the whole relationship, symbolic and literal, between these two fairy tale characters. She already sent him her kiss and her heart; he already promised to claim it; he's fulfilling the promise in that scene.
Crazy postmodern people, don't know how to take in a story. Not everything gets to have your socio-cultural lens imposed upon it.
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A SHARED HISTORY| S.VETTEL
Paring Sebastian Vettel x Fem!driver!reader
Summary; Moments that Sebastian Vettel and reader have had throughout their careers together both on and off track.
Warnings; None, fluff.
F1 Master List , Part 2 , Part 3
Sebastian and Y/N walked into the camera shot, sitting next to each other on the sofa, looking into the camera lens.
"We hereby announce our joint retirement at the end of the 2022 season" they spoke in unison.
📍Italian Grand Prix, 2008
"And Sebastian Vettel passes the checkered flag, taking his first ever win in formula one at the Italian Grand Prix!"
Y/N lifted herself out of her RedBull car after parking in the P2 slot, not wasting any time before running in the direction of her best friend who was getting hugs and pats from the Toro Rosso team.
She jumped into his arms just as he turned around causing him to let out an "Oof!" as he stumbled back into the barriers from the sudden surprise attack.
"I'm so proud of you, Seb! I wouldn't want to come second to anyone else!" Sebastian closed his eyes at her words before tightening his arms around her and lifted her feet from the ground, spinning her around and laughing happily.
"Sebastian, you're going to be joining Y/N at RedBull next year. What do you think she's going to be like as a teammate?"
Sebastian's face upturned into a smile at the mention of Y/N's name, to say he was looking forward to being teammates next year was an understatement. He had a very good feeling about it.
He leant towards the microphone that the interviewer was holding "Well I think it will be great, I've known her for a long time and I'm happy to say I'm at the point where I understand what she's saying, it's taken a while to get used to her accent"
"...You just wait sunshine, you just wait... I just need those two cars... Rosberg P4.... Kubica P5.... DU BIST WELTMEISTER!"
Sebastian immediately started crying, he was world champion! "Thank you boys! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Thank you, I love you"
"Let's not forget, mate. You are the youngest world champion in F1 history, you're allowed to cry mate, you're allowed to cry"
"Y/N L/N you are a formula one World Champion!!!!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing through her head set as she flashed by the checkered flag, tears streamed down her face underneath her helmet as she raised her fist in victory whilst driving her cool down lap.
She had done it, she had actually gone and done it.
The first ever female formula one world champion!
"Sebastian Vettel you are a two time World Champion!"
"Sebastian Vettel, Three time World Champion!"
"Four time World Champion, Sebastian Vettel everyone!"
2014
Y/N screamed as Sebastian jumped out of the door of her motor home just as she was about to open it, the German himself fell to the floor in hysterical laughter at the look of horror he saw on her face.
"What the fuck, Sebastian!" She yelled, Seb got up and ran away still laughing knowing she'd be out for revenge
2014
Sebastian, Y/N, Fernando and Lewis sat down, strapping their microphones around their head for the press conference to begin.
"Okay, let's begin"
A tall male with balding hair stood up and introduced himself, then started "I want to start with Sebastian, both you and Y/N are leaving RedBull this year, you to Ferrari and Y/N to Mercedes. Do you think you'll be able to have as a good of a relationship with your new teammate as you've had with Y/N"
"You're trying to get me into trouble here" Sebastian laughed nervously, shifting under Y/N's expectant gaze.
"No uhm" he began to answer seriously "Y/N and I have known each other and raced together for years so it was easy to battle each other while also working together, it's important to get along with the person you spend so much time with and I'll be happy if I have half the relationship with Kimi as I do with Y/N"
Y/N smiled brightly "I'm just that great!" She joked causing Seb to roll his eyes.
"And Y/N, how do you feel about joining Lewis at Mercedes?"
Y/N shrugged "I'm excited to be hopefully moving up in my career, Mercedes feels like a right choice for me to continue progressing. Lewis is a great driver and hopefully an even better teammate. I'll enjoy racing beside him whilst battling against him"
Sebastian rested his forehead against Y/N's, closing his eyes as he relished in the comfort that their closeness brought him. "I love you, Schatz" he whispered, not even realising that the words had fallen from his lips until he felt her step away from him.
Y/N looked up at him, her mouth was gaped open, wondering if she had heard him right. She had. She looked into his eyes and could see every emotion as he looked at her and sure enough there was love, so much love as he looked at her. "I love you too, Seb" she told him, laughing at the utter joy that shot through his face.
Sebastian shook his head. She loved him.
She loved him!
"Y/N L/N you officially have two World Championship titles, what a star!"
"Y/N L/N, three time formula one World Champion!!"
Y/N leant her body back against Seb's chest, he stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist with his head resting against her shoulder. She was a three time world champion, that was now seven between them.
Between them they had matched Michael Schumacher. Now if that wasn't an accomplishment, what was?
Sebastian nuzzled his head against hers, she smelt so good. "Will you be mine?" He whispered in her ear, his lips curving into a soft smile as he felt her shiver.
She didn't answer for a while, continuing to look out at the ocean and for a moment Seb thought that she was going to say no, she shook her head and he felt his heart crack.
But she had a smile on her face. "I've been yours for years, Sebastian" she told him, surprised that he hadn't known that but he wasn't the most aware person she had ever met but she wouldn't change him for anything.
"Y/N L/N, four time formula one World Champion!!"
"The rear of the car was getting all loosey goosey in the last sector there"~Sebastian Vettel
"Y/N L/N, five time formula one World Champion!!"
"Y/N L/N, six time formula one World Champion!!"
Sebastian applauded as he looked up at podium with a look of pure pride on his face, that was his girlfriend up there that was making history, not only was she a six time world champion but she was the first ever woman to achieve a world championship title for the sport.
They had shared the track together for the entirety of their Formula One careers and he felt so lucky that he had been there to witness every one of her accomplishments as she had been there for him.
They had 10 world titles between the pair of them, the history of the sport meant so much to the couple and it was overwhelming knowing that they were now a part of it.
"Everybody's a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are a Ferrari fan" ~Sebastian Vettel
Sebastian looked up at the love of his life from his position knelt on the floor, this moment had been a long time coming but he had finally plucked up the courage to ask the most important question he would ever ask "Will you marry me, liebe?"
Y/N looked down at the man that owned her heart, there was no hesitation in her answer "Yes! Absolutely!" The tears that clouded her eyes had begun to drop down her cheeks.
Sebastian smiled brighter than ever at her answer, he lifted himself off the ground and took the diamond ring out of the velvet box, grabbing hold of her shaking hand and sliding the ring into her finger. He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips before looking her in the eyes.
He had never been happier in this moment, no number of world titles would match the feeling of having her agree to spend forever with him.
Now he felt like a true champion.
"And the Vettel's are at it!" Crofty shouted as he spotted Y/N's Mercedes get up close to her husband's Ferrari, the battles between the two were something every Formula One fan looked forward too each season.
Sebastian grinned beneath his helmet as he eyed his wife's car through his mirrors. She loved to challenge him and he enjoyed the fight.
She tried to get the inside line going into the first corner but Seb managed to block her causing her to have to lock up, he went slightly wide on the second which left a gap that might be a little too small for most but she took the risk and ended up beside him on the straight.
Side by side they shot along but at the next corner. Y/N took the inside and had managed to pull away from him on the exit, successfully leaving Seb behind her.
He couldn't be mad, his wife did well, just as she always did.
HOT LAPS
Y/N got into the passenger seat of the Ferrari, her husband shutting the passenger door before making his way round to the drivers side.
She hadn't been told they were doing hot laps for Sky Sports, her PR Officer had suddenly sprung it on her but apparently Seb knew and was very excited about it.
Sebastian settled himself in behind the wheel smiling at the camera's before nudging his wife "Are you excited!?" He asked, a big smile on his face.
Y/N rolled her eyes "I'm so excited for you to kill us" her sarcasm was clear as day, she was only joking, they were both very good drivers and had 100% confidence in each other.
Sebastian's grin widened, he switched the car on after making sure Y/N had her belt on before slamming his foot down on the accelerator sending Y/N shooting back against her seat with a grunt. "Fuck me, a warning would've been nice" she huffed.
"You're meant to be asking me questions" Sebastian told her, trying not to laugh. He couldn't wait to watch this back and see her face.
Y/N picked up the cards she had in her hands as Seb skidded around a corner "Okay, What is it like to have a wife that is a better driver than you?" Her voice wavered from the movement to the car.
Sebastian scoffed "Come off it! That is not a question"
His wife laughed "It is, I mean I have the titles to prove it"
"Yeah and you never let me forget it, ask me a real question" Sebastian said, narrowly missing the track wall as he turned around another corner.
Y/N huffed, he was no fun "Okay fine, when are you going to get Instagram?" She read from the sheet.
"I'm not, I don't need it" he simply replied. Y/N sent him a cheeky smile "yeah that's because you use mine to do all of the stalking"
"Exactly" he replied, a smirk on his face. They both kept their home life private but they did share the rare photo of some of the activities they did away from racing.
Y/N laughed as she read the next question which made Seb a little nervous "Who do you prefer as a teammate, me or Kimi?" She asked.
Sebastian guffawed "I'm not answering that" he replied which earned him an incredulous look "oh so you have to think about it?" She asked.
"You're both good for different reasons" he said.
"Okay so what is Kimi good for that I'm not?" She asked with a look that dared him to answer.
"Some peace and quiet" he muttered under his breath causing Y/N to gasp and slap his arm "That is just rude!" She said, pretending to be offended.
"I'm joking" he told her with a cheeky grin before slamming on the brakes as they reached the pits.
Y/N crept up behind Sebastian who was in the middle of an interview, she looked at the camera and placed her finger to her lips, warning the interviewer and the camera man to be quiet.
Those who saw what she was up to stopped to watch, trying to hide their amused smirks and giggles as Sebastian remained blissfully unaware, too focused on answering questions.
She got up right behind him and before he could sense the presence behind him she raised her arm up and poured the ice cold water over his head.
Sebastian shrieked and spluttered as everyone laughed, turning around he came face to face with the proud smile of his wife. He shook his head like a wet dog causing water to splatter everywhere, he launched himself at her. Y/N screamed, trying to run away but she was too slow, her husband had caught her and had pulled her into his chest, rubbing himself all over her to get her wet as payback.
Everyone in the Formula One world loved the prank wars that occurred in the paddock between the married couple.
DRIVE TO SURVIVE
"My name is Sebastian Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Scuderia Ferrari"
"My name is Y/N Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas... yes! Fuck you Lewis... that's how you do it!"
"Seb's a four time world champion, and one of the most ruthless, brilliantly effective racing drivers that I've ever seen... You don't lose that ability overnight" ~Will Buxton
"Y/N just has this fire about her when she's on the track, she's one of the most determined and skilled driver's in the whole of formula one, I think her six World titles show that" ~Toto Wolff
GRILL THE GRID
Daniel Ricciardo threw his head back and sighed "I think the Vettel's will get those, they're both nerds"
"I have all the time I need?" Sebastian asked the filming crew who nodded in response.
S: "Lewis 2020,
Y/N 2019,2018,2017,2016,2015, 2014
Y: Seb was 2013,2012,2011 and 2010
2009 was Jenson Button
2008 Lewis
S: Kimi 2007
2006 and 2005 was Fernando
2004,2003,2002,2001,2000 was Michael
Y: 1999 and 1998 was Hakkinen
1997.... Villeneuve
Time skip
S: 1953 and 1952 was Ascari
1951 was Fangio
S&Y: and the first one was Farina
The filming crew couldn't believe it, they clapped for the pair whilst shaking their heads in disbelief. The couple really were a pair made in heaven.
Y/N looked at the crew with a proud, excited smile on her face "Did I do it!?"
The crew nodded, Y/N's mouth dropped open before she smiled at the camera and bowed "I'm so proud of myself right now"
"Sebastian got them all right too" the camera man told her. Y/N laughed "Of course he did, who do you think taught me"
Y/N and Sebastian had just raced their last ever race in formula one, she had managed to get on the podium which was a great way to finish her career, one last trophy.
The drivers had all lined up to give the couple a last send off which was really sweet.
"Y/N! Sebastian! Can I get you for one last interview before you leave? I know you're probably sick of all the questions" Natalie Pinkham asked.
She was right, they were tired of all the questions but everyone had a soft spot for Natalie so it only felt right that she should be their last interviewer of the paddock and so the couple walked up to her.
"I was wondering if you could tell us a bit about your decision to retire together, I know you already explained a lot when it was announced but is there anything else that you have to add?" She asked, holding out the microphone between the couple.
Sebastian's hand settled on Y/N's back, his thumb stoking up and down, encouraging her to speak first.
"It wasn't an easy decision and we know that we definitely had the opportunity to continue racing but we have goals outside of formula one that we want to accomplish together and feel now is the time to work towards those goals, Seb and I entered formula one together and it feels right to leave it together too, it's great knowing that we quite literally went through the entire thing with each other"
Sebastian smiled lovingly down at his wife, she had described it perfectly. He knew she still loved racing just as she had when she first started and truly she had only agreed to retire because he had chosen to and she didn't want to race without him on the grid with her but he had lost his spark, he has tried to persuade her to continue but she was adamant.
"How about you, Sebastian?" Natalie asked, tilting the microphone closer to him.
"I think she worded it perfectly, I couldn't think of anyone better to spend my career with, formula one has given us both a lot of special memories but it's time for us to move onto the next step and you'll probably still see us around at some point"
Natalie nodded with a smile and thanked them before letting them get on their way.
Sebastian brought Y/N into a hug, holding her tight against his chest. "This is it, it's over now." He mumbled.
Y/N hummed into his race suit "Maybe. But it's the start of something better"
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Photography // M.Sturniolo x Reader.
SYNOPSIS: After a meeting with friends, you and Matt have a sensual photography section.
WARNINGS: Nude photographs, inappropriate language, sex, massages, a little jealousy, fetishes, feet.
NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) avoid making offensive comments about it, If this is too much for you, Fuck off.
MASTERLIST!!
I put me cell phone aside, after sending a message to Sophia, saying that you were already home. Me attention is completely focused on the figure of the boy leaning against the bedroom door frame, with the camera lens still looking at i and a smile on his lips. You strike a pose, taking the wine glass between my fingers before another click.
"Was it good?" I ask sitting on her calves.
Matt looks at the camera screen, still smiling widely, even a little goofy.
"You always turn out well" he praises me and I feel my cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
I see him approaching, sits in front of me, on the floor of the room. I stretch my legs towards Matt's body, and quickly grabs one of my feet to warm it with his palms. I'm sighing, feeling his thumb massaging a specific area of my bare sole.
I bring the wine glass to my lips to take a sip.
"Do you like me?" I try to find out, quietly. I hold the wine glass against my chin, feeling the coldness of the glass. thoughtfully.
"¿Mmm?”
"Your friends. Do they like me?"
Matt hangs his head in the corner.
"And who wouldn't like you, baby?"
"Sometimes I think I don't have much to add, my mood isn't very good" I begin to list.
"They love you, don't worry" he lifts your leg slightly to kiss my heel "And you? You like him?"
I Smile.
"Yes," I reply. "They're fun. Nate is hilarious”
"It's a good thing Chris didn't drink, and was able to take him home."
"Sophia is very pretty and nice. I think we can be friends... And Madi too, she's fun" Before taking another sip, i lifts her other foot so Matt can massage it, just as he did with the previous one.
Matt leaves me another kiss, this time on top of my fingers. Some hands run over my skin, soft, one extends to my ankle and returns, in a caress. Matt gaze meets my.
"Nate says you're pretty," he comments, like it doesn't matter, but his eyes darken. And me don't cooperate, daring when you give a mischievous smile, looking at the ground.
"He's cute, too."
"Mm... Seriously?"
"He's cute too. He's really hot." I feels a determined pressure during the massage and laughs unassumingly. "He's an adorable boy."
Matt catches his bottom lip under his teeth, as if he has to bite off the words before they can escape his mouth. The even theatrical expression makes I laugh a few more times, so when he gives me one back.
"Do you think he's more adorable than me?"
"Jealous, baby?"
Matt pulls me by my feet, making me back slide against the arch that separates the room from the balcony. Teeth graze me skin, nibbling, teasing. All the clumsy movement is meant to tickle me and make i laugh until your stomach hurts.
"Matth..." I tries to say his name, in vain, because he chokes on the word halfway and only knows how to bend his legs to save himself from the attack of jealousy.
When he gets mercy, it's a disaster. With her elbows resting on the cold floor, her legs spread and the hem of her floral dress completely wrapped around her waist. I gasps, noticing that her eyes are even wet.
My boyfriend's gaze goes from soft to hot as he places his attention between me legs. The sight of the cute underwear model is a refreshment for blue eyes; The background is light, lace at the edges. Also rest me head on the doorpost in front of me, take the digital camera, hanging by the strap around me neck, once again in my hands.
The angle, now more lascivious due to the circumstances, is not scary. On the contrary, calm down, me murmur, because you'd rather pull down me thong and show off again.
A mischievous smile appears on the boy's lips, behind the camera, but he did not take the photo. He approaches, on his knees, to position itself between my thighs. With one hand, I spread my legs further apart.
“It's cute,” he says charmingly, because the next sentence is obscene. “But it would be prettier for the camera if it were wet, right?”
Me nod and watch as Matt takes his thumb into his mouth and sucks on it, then brings it to me sweet spot. The stimulus soon grows in my lower abdomen, it's exact. In circles, in a pleasant rhythm, like someone who is more than used to caressing me there.
I throws his head back and sighs. The delicious burning in the pit of me stomach is even more pleasant when he takes the opportunity to bite my chin, blowing the hot air against my skin. My body responds, shuddering, me insides clenching around the void, needing something inside.
"Ah, yes, baby, now..." I only looks forward when i hears him whisper. I follows the up and down movement that the indicator makes between the wet mess me become, sinking slightly, but not entering. Her eyes were lost between my legs.
"How pretty..." he leans in to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "I would love to capture the moment..."
He doesn't even care if your face will be framed by the camera, his expression sweet, his lips parted and his eyes shining with lust. Most of the time, the albums they make don't even reveal the dirty faces of the bodies immortalized at seedy angles. Oh yeah, i done this before. Repeatedly. Perhaps more than can be counted.
Me think it's just my little thing, you know? Something in common. Me can't deny it, the ego rises when me watch the shots i takes. Me really think me the most beautiful girl because of him. And it's not that he hasn't taken risks as someone behind the camera, too. Among the different photos in which me are the muse, are my, of the male body. The striking jaw, the slightly white skin. The hands with long, thin fingers, the small V-shaped entrances that lead to the bare abdomen, marking the pelvic bone.
Is it too naughty to have wished during dinner that the camera would stop photographing the moment of celebration and be used in the living room, like now? Of course me enjoyed the time me shared with my boyfriend's friends, my feel like you're going to be friends with his friends, but well, I'm already so trained in showing yourself in front of the camera that me can't. Look at him with the object in front of his hands without feeling a tingle in my body. The curves of my body drawing me in the darkness, naked on the mattress after giving it so much; semen-stained skin and his mischievous smile, as if nothing had happened.
"Matt" i say the name in the most sensual and cunning way i know how. Me hands go straight to the waistband of the shorts, restless until me undo the only button. I gets up from the floor, reverses her position with such eagerness, moaning like a kitten. in heat, until he gets him to lean his back against the bedroom wall, hiding them both from the lighting that penetrates the room from the apartment balcony.
"What? Hmm?" I still have to hear the hoarse voice whispering, pretending, as if it can't even read perfectly what me want. Matt is smiling, he helps me slide me shorts and underwear down a little so me can grab his erection. "What's up, huh?"
He himself is in charge of getting rid of the camera that he has hanging from his neck, taking off his shirt and throwing the object in any direction.
He holds his chin, raising his attention from the head shining with lust to the man's cynical face. However, his movements with clenched fists, rising and falling along, do not stop.
"You're so excited you can't even talk, like a smart girl, right?" The tone is pure mockery, laughing, teasing me just when me need it most. Me pout my lips, me palms already wet. I lifts her hips just so i can line me up and lowers them again, turning them inward.
The boy's hands slide down me thighs, pricking the flesh with his nails until they dig into my ass. He closes his eyes taking advantage of the tight sensation of being swallowed by my body, he even leans down to seek my lips, but he remains with his mouth half open, sucking air into his lungs.
He crosses his legs, giving me full support with his thighs to go up and down without quickly feeling his muscles hurt. He encourages me, pays me one or two compliments with a sweet accent that makes me forget the rhythm of the rubbing up and down against Matt crotch. He's rubbing his sensitive spot, his fingers sinking into my boyfriend's thick hair. And it contains no pleasure. The sweet moan, head tilted to the side, mouth open, so crazy in the sensation that a little saliva slips from the corner and drips onto one's own thigh.
"Silly" Matt mocks, with a smile. He takes his thumb to wipe away the wet traces, but I just wanted to trick him, ending with a light pat on the cheek. I laugh and he laughs.
He grabs the hair at the back of my neck firmly, so that i eyes cannot escape his gaze.
"You know what you want, huh?" He tells, but he doesn't respond with words. I lifts me off the floor, i guides me to the bed. In her hands is the control to adjust me sitting on I'm calves on the mattress, leaning me torso so that it is resting on the edge. He leans down and is ready to be inside me once again. "Imagine how delicious a photo of you body dripping with semen would be, huh? What do you think?"
I smile, satisfied with the new circumstances. Just imagining yourself that way is enough to make my body boil, offering yourself even more in that position. And the worst thing is that i stays still, with her little eyes looking over her shoulder at the man's figure so focused on getting everything in until he completely falls apart, that when i catches him with a mischievous smile, i feels her cheeks burn.
Unfortunately, he also doesn't escape the completely drooling boner at the end. My body expels the white cream during the first contraction. matt gasps, unable to divert his attention from such an erotic scene. He could have lifted the camera off the ground at the same time, immortalizing such indecency, but the echo of voices coming from the street makes him click his tongue in frustration.
“Mattheeeew!” Madi is the one who shouts first, screeching. The last syllable not only lengthens, but also takes on a higher pitch.
"Come back, Matt! Hey, open the door, heeey?" Nate shouts along. "Madi forgot the... What did you forget?"
"Matt!" The third voice is Chris's, also making a fuss, as if it were the end of the world that Madi had forgotten something that not even the girl herself can remember what it is. And from the sound of the horn to get more attention, it seems that everyone returned to their front door at this time of night. My God, the neighbors...
My boyfriend pulls up his shorts, buttons them to cover himself as much as possible, and sighs. But me call him before letting him go anyway.
"Matt..."
"Calm down, baby" the male voice sounds soft. He caresses me back, tilting his head so he can look at me. "Stay here, quietly, wait for me. "I'll be back, I'm going quickly."
"But, Matt," i grabs his wrist as he watches him threaten to leave again. “What if it drips on the floor?”
The expression on Matt's face is so angry that me even regret the stupid question. His smile spreading, the soft bite of his lips as he shifts the focus from his eyes to my ass.
"Ah baby, you look prettier for the photo that way."
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Grandpa Ackles
Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1.7K+
Warnings: Language, age gap (implied), unprotected sex (don’t be silly..)
Author’s Note: This baby was born from a little razzing session I had with @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons regarding those glasses Jensen wore. It quickly turned into this mess that I forgot about in my drafts. I hope you enjoy it. As always I would love to hear your feedback xoxo Alex
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The love and support of the Supernatural fandom had been the spark that helped Jensen to come out of his shell. From singing at conventions to releasing his album and everything in between. He was far more at ease now than he had been back in 2005. But the truth was she hadn’t seen him blossom more than since the series finally wrapped. From getting to grow out his hair and the relentless press junket for The Boys, he’s been getting to show off his creativity and style like never before. Most of the time she was behind him all the way, but today’s choice had her questioning the man she had married.
They were currently on set with Entertainment Weekly doing yet another interview. Y/n had followed her husband across Europe and now Los Angeles to support him in his recent endeavor. Now she found herself standing behind the cluster of monitors that showed each camera angle. Naturally, she was focused on Jensen, but not for the reason one would expect.
It was like a train wreck, something she couldn’t look away from no matter how hard she tried. Her husband had first slipped the blue-tinted glasses onto his perfect face when they were about to walk out of the dressing room. At first, she had thought they were sunglasses and she was rightfully confused about him putting them on at that moment, but he walked right onto the set with them still in place and that’s when it hit her. They were a statement piece for his outfit.
God, she loved her husband but she was seriously questioning his choices. The black-framed glasses were ever so slightly to big for his face. The lens appeared prescription strength in the way that they distorted his eyes to appear larger than reality. Sure, he wore reading glasses periodically at home but never had they made it into any sort of interview or red carpet before. Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she knew it made him self-conscious about his age, especially considering the difference between them. So she would tell him how much she loved them, which wasn’t even the tiniest bit of a lie. Those glasses framed his face well and made him look refined. These on the other hand, well, as much as she tried to love them, it simply wasn’t happening.
The interview lasted roughly an hour before they were back in his dressing room to pack up their things. Once he had cleared out the dressing room they hopped into a car to take them back to their hotel. Y/n waited with bated breath for him to remove the glasses, but he never so much as acknowledged them. Jensen conversed politely with her until they made it back to their suite. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed, watching him as he began to unpack his bag from the day.
“Are you going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned finally, his one eyebrow quirking at her.
“I-” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lip while she tried to find the words. “What is with the glasses?”
“What do you mean?” Jensen crossed his eyes, playfully attempting to look at the specs without taking them off.
“Did you lose a bet…” her words trailed off, earning her a frown from her husband.
“You don’t like my glasses.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t… not like them,” she tried with a smile but her husband knew her better than that. Jensen crossed his arms with a warning look, asking her to tell the truth. “Okay fine, they look like a bad 70’s accessory. I’m sorry, baby, but they are not it.”
“These are Gucci,” he defended. Y/n hid her mouth behind her fingers, stifling a smile at his knee-jerk reaction to her opinion.
“I know this, and I love you, but just because you are playing, as you call him, a grandpa, doesn’t mean you need to dress like one.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers as she talked. She knew she was digging herself a hole but damn it if she couldn’t stop talking.
“Whatever, I need to change,” he scoffed as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The blatant roll of his eyes told her he was over this conversation but that didn’t stop what slipped out next.
Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered, “Start with the glasses.”
Jensen froze, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She smiled at him, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Before she could blink he darted towards her, his arms encompassing her as he tackled her into the bed. A shriek left her mouth as the couple barreled into the plush furniture, quickly dissolving into giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.
“Careful, Jay, don’t need you breaking a hip.” Her words came out between snickers. She was quick to realize how worked up she had gotten him.
“Funny, you weren’t saying that two days ago,” Jensen encompassed her with his form, one hand on either side of where her head lay.
“Guess that was before I realized how close you might be to needing help from a little blue pill…” She let the words hang in the air, watching her husband’s jaw drop.
“You gonna regret that,” he mumbled, dropping his voice as he cocked his head.
“Promise?” Y/n bit her lip, a final challenge before Jensen dove in, capturing her lips with his own. Immediately she melted into the comforter, her hands moving to finish his job of undoing his top. Her work was distracted as the actor trailed his pillow-soft lips down her jaw and neck, using his tongue to suck the tender flesh into his mouth. A moan fell from her lips as he nipped her collarbone, the action egging him on. When she finally popped the last button, she hurriedly pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders.
Jensen sat back on his legs, working open his belt and jeans as Y/n lifted her dress over her head. He let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam down the expanse of her body, now just in a pair of panties.
“I’m waiting, Grandpa,” she smirked, raising her arms above her head to emphasize her breasts for him.
“Damnit woman,” he grunted, now in a hurry to rid them both of their offending bottoms. Once they were both exposed to the other, Jensen leaned back over her, again capturing her lips with his own in a heated kiss. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth as his hands ran down her curves. The action set her nerves aflame, warmth amalgamating low in her belly.
In a second, his warmth was gone, and his large hands were flipping her onto her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees without a second thought, knowing that Jensen was not going to do her the courtesy of prepping her for him. The woman got no warning before her husband entered her from behind, his cock stretching her in every delicious and agonizing way. Her chin dropped to her chest as he set a grievously slow pace where she could feel every inch of him.
“Fuck, Jay. Faster, please?” The words were a breathy plea on her lips.
“What was that, baby?”
“I need more,” she reiterated. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair before gently tugging on the strands, pulling her frame up and flush against his own. His arms wrapped around her torso, the new muscles she loved so much dwarfing her body as he drove into her, faster with every thrust. His grunts were low, but deafening from their proximity to her. The sound was like music to her ears, each one helping to push her closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Look at you, so wrecked from taking me like a good girl,” Jensen breathed out, his praises earning a whimper from his lover. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Oh, fuck.” It was the only thing her brain could formulate at the moment. She knew this was a torture of her own creation. Y/n had pushed him to prove himself, knowing full well what would come of it, and damn it if she wasn’t regretting that now. The thing was he absolutely would deny her if she didn’t grovel. And it wouldn’t be the first time either.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Nobody can fuck me like you. My body is yours.” It was the truth and had been since that first night together so many years ago. He had thoroughly ruined her for anyone else and still to this day proves that he knows her body better than herself. “I can’t come without you.”
“It’s a start,” he murmured, his game punctuated with every thrust of his hips. His left hand traveled up to her throat, applying light pressure just above her collarbone.
“Please.” She was nowhere near above begging him for release.
“Since you asked nicely,” Jensen finally relented, using his opposite hand to press against her clit. The combination of sensations sent her over the cliff like a switch had been flipped. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations he continued to deliver until he too finished, rutting against her as he spilled himself inside her.
His grip against her loosened and he let her back against the hotel comforter, taking care to keep her steady on her trembling legs. Y/n rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. Her husband joined her, resting his head against her stomach. Mindlessly her fingers came down to run through his long blonde locks.
“Still think I need the blue pill?” He asked and she could feel him smile against her abdomen.
“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh.
“I think you just did.”
“Ugh, fine, you win this one, Ackles,” Y/n playfully pushed her husband from her side. “But next, time don’t expect me to cave so easily.”
“Oh?” One of his eyebrows shot up on his forehead and immediately she regretted her words. The actor was on her before she had a chance to blink, ready to prove himself as many times as it would take.
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Spy x Family Exhibition Pamphlet
I got my copy of the Spy x Family exhibition pamphlet! I wanted to make HD scans of some of the notable pages and try to translate if I can.
First off is this great "Main Character Correlation Chart" (sorry for my amateur editing, all I have is MS Paint!)
I love how Bond has a different "bofu" (woof) for Loid and Yor!
Several of the pages show the creation process of the manga, starting with rough sketches to final drafts, using chapter 1 as an example. There were a lot of pages for this, so I just scanned the ones that showed the end of the chapter.
Probably the most interesting pages of the pamphlet are the early character designs/concept sketches. Most of these have already been shared by @sy-on-boy on her post here, but I thought it'd be cool to have them in HD! Unfortunately, even with higher quality images it's very difficult to decipher Endo's handwriting. I could make out just a few words here and there, and Google Lens is very unreliable when the writing isn't clear.
The first page has early concepts for the Forger family, Loid, Anya, the WISE logo, and the Eden uniform.
Things to note are that "Oscar" was a working name for Loid, as was "Yolanda" for Yor. What's also interesting is that a beta version of Franky is shown along with the Forgers. Unfortunately I can't make out the notes about him, but I think this has significance because of a sketch on the next page...
Most of the next page shows concept designs for Yor, with a section for Bond and Yor's coworkers on the bottom.
However, what's really intriguing is the sketch in the upper right of the whole family, titled 疑似家族 (pseudo family).
Once again, a Franky-looking character is with them, and he has the title "Uncle" (叔父) Was an uncle originally going to be part of the main Forgers? Was he actually related to Loid or Yor, or if that character did eventually become Franky, maybe he would just pretend to be Loid's brother? I can also make out the word "otaku" (オタク) in the notes for this character as well as "enjoying life" (人生を楽しんでる) Also in the notes for beta Yor it looks like 最強 (the best/strongest) and バカ (idiot/dummy) All I can make out for Loid's notes are 孤独 (loneliness) I think? And what's up with the older and more sinister looking Anya? She really looks like Ashe there. But these are all just early concept designs/notes so I wouldn't take them too seriously.
The next page titled "East and West During the Cold War" has concept designs for Franky, Yuri, Fiona (referred to as a female WISE spy), a male WISE spy, Melinda, and various assassins from the cruise arc.
The first interesting thing to point out is the notes next to the very crudely drawn woman at the bottom of Yuri's concept designs. It says "Yuri's girlfriend?"(ユーリの 彼女?) though I can't make out clearly what the rest of it says. For the Franky designs, I could make out "tsukkomi or boke". So it looks like at some point Endo was deciding whether to make him more of a tsukkomi (straight man) or boke (wise guy) personality. There's also mention of giving him a high IQ (IQ高い). Also, the fact that the sketches include Melinda and the cruise arc assassins gives the impression that Endo had ideas for these story elements very early on.
But the character relationship chart in the lower left is really intriguing.
I'm not sure how accurate these translations are so take them with a grain of salt, but they do make sense to me. But I have to wonder why Anya and Becky are connected to Desmond. For Becky, it could be because her family has ties to the Desmonds, but why Anya? Could the "mysterious institute/lab" she comes from have ties to Desmond too? Again, these could just be early concepts from ideas that Endo is no longer using, so best not to take them literally. Also, the lack of Shopkeeper/Garden in the character relationship charts, the concept art, and the exhibition overall, really does portray them as a "mysterious organization" that Endo perhaps didn't plan out until later in the series' development and is still trying to figure out. But as far as this sketch, I have to say that despite how terribly crudely drawn all their little heads are, it's easy to identify every character...proof of Endo's top notch character design skills!
Another sketch that stands out is on the same page...
It's a very rough drawing of what appears to be either Loid holding Yor or Yor holding Loid with Anya next to them. But honestly it's such a rough drawing it could be any other parents+child. All I can make out of the text directly above is "My wife is stressed!? At this rate..." And the drawing next to it also appears to be two parents and maybe two children? I also have no clue what the "WJ4C 9/20, etc" at the top means. Very mysterious sketch, lol.
The next page has Eden related concepts, including Becky, Damian, George, and various teachers. The drawings in the bottom section appear to be an alternate/abbreviated version of how the Forgers met.
Pretty funny that an image of Franky is covering what's supposed to be a sketch of Demetrius. The text from Franky says "I can't show you this information yet" which is pretty solid proof that Demetrius will make an appearance in the series eventually. There's also nicknames for Damian and Demetrius in the notes - "Dami" and "Demi."
Some notes on the Eden page says there's 2,000 students in the school, with 13 grades divided into 8 classes/houses. The chart on the left is a list of teacher names and their classes, all of which are given names of colors. None of the teacher names have been used so far in the series.
And all that's on the last page of sketches is a continuation of the previous page with the early concept of how the Forgers started (it honestly looks pretty cute, wish it wasn't just rough sketches). And the following section looks like drafts Endo did for promotional material.
The final pages of the pamphlet are the new extra mission chapter which I already fully translated here.
And that's all I'm going to share for now from the pamphlet! I could spend more time trying to decipher the concept art notes but it was giving me a headache after a while, lol. But if anyone wants to try translating them, go ahead (I have higher quality png files of all the scans if needed...they were too big for Tumblr). And again, these sketches are just trial and error pre-serialization ideas that don't necessarily reflect Endo's final vision for the series, so I wouldn't dwell on them much other than for fun theorizing.
The pamphlet does have other interesting information, including an interview with Endo, a timeline of his work on Spy x Family and other manga, and his notes about random things from the series. So I might return to translating the pamphlet at a later date when I have time/motivation.
#spy x family#spy family#sxf#spyxfamily#loid forger#yor forger#anya forger#bond forger#sxf spoilers#sxf manga#sxf manga spoilers#sxf scans#yuri briar#damian desmond#becky blackbell#fiona frost#franky franklin
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While the climax of Dunmesh [here’s your warning for spoilers] gives us an extremely thorough look into Laios’s psyche and his own desires, we don’t actually know that much about Falin, despite her “death” kicking the entire story into motion. The only bits of Falin we get to see are through the lens of other characters, who inherently show us their own biased perceptions of her. I’d go as far to say that Falin is actually the character in Dungeon Meshi who’s true desires we know the least about!
We know with absolute certainty at least a few things: Falin is gifted with powerful magic, wants to follow behind and travel with her brother who she deeply respects, loves her friend Marcille, likes fruits and creams, loves insects and is curious about monsters, once again like Laios… most of the things we learn about Falin are things that she has in common with her brother, but what does SHE want, deep down? How does she feel about everything? I don’t think we’ll fully get an answer to that question before the manga is over. This is definitely on purpose though, and has even been hinted at in the text (which I’ll get to later).
In my opinion the main difference between Falin and Laios is that Falin doesn’t want to hurt anyone besides herself (for the sake of others, and she barely knows who that self is) and Laios wants to hurt anyone who he “doesn’t like” (anyone who endangers him and those he loves). Both of these feelings stem from the same shared events of their childhood where they both began to feel “disconnected” from humanity so to speak, but they reacted to it in opposite ways.
Where Laios stubbornly ran away and refused to deal with being hurt and surrounded by hurt, Falin, who we rarely see making choices based on any desires for herself (staying in the academy for 8 years after being sent by her father despite not thinking it’s for her, nearly agreeing to marry Shuro just so that she doesn’t have to deal with being asked later, etc.), doesn’t object to anything she’s subject to because the only person being “hurt” in these scenarios is herself, which to her is acceptable. She accepts the fact that she’s considered “othered” extremely easily, and this reflects openly in both her behavior and in the few things we know about her: she connects with and cares deeply for spirits despite being ostracized, admires insects and monsters like her brother, and is even fine planning to take on a job that’s revered in her hometown. To Falin, being “othered��� is more normal to her than the alternative
The only people in Falin’s life that make her feel like *more* than just an outsider are Laios and Marcille. As a result Laios and Falin end up with similar sounding mindsets on the surface; "As long as [the people I love] are okay, I don't care about anything else" — but underneath, they actually manifest completely differently! Where Laios “doesn’t care about people”, Falin cares deeply about them despite barely being treated as one.
The only *active* decision from Falin we see that most obviously reflects her deepest desires is her choice to die for those she loves, which I think says a lot about her.
I think that if Laios is “a human who wants to become a monster” because he hates humans due to his past, the most obvious foil to him is Kabru, “a human who wants to destroy monsters” because of his past in Utaya (and feeling like a monster himself). Thinking of them as two ends of a spectrum, in the grey middle ground of this is where I think I’d put Falin.
She’s simultaneously a human made subhuman, a monster made to follow Thistle, a “ghost” of her former self haunting Laios and Marcille — she really IS the absolute epitome of a “chimera”.
The Lion cursing Laios was the “hinting in the text” I talked about earlier: forcing his deepest desire into something seemingly impossible to achieve, a chimera. The surface level conclusion when reading this is that Falin won’t be revived, but I seriously don’t think it’ll be that simple in the end. After all, a chimera is multifaceted.
My hope for the final chapter of Dungeon Meshi is that, *if* by some chance Falin is revived, she will finally have to grapple with not only having to look deep within herself to answer all of these things for her own sake, but also with having the one opportunity in which she chose to use any sort of agency to act upon her deepest desires not only be completely reversed, but also hurting so many people in the process. When Falin is revived in the Red Dragon arc, she doesn’t even remember sacrificing herself for her friends — but she promises Laios to never do it again, falling back into her typical submissive obedience. How would she react the second time? Will we even get to know? Something tells me, probably not.
#dungeon meshi spoilers#Oh big whoop the guy whos name is chimera is fascinated by the chimera#Anyway i wrote all of this to say reducing falin to ‘haunting the narrative’ is to reduce her to nothing. thanks#I wrote this like an article on my website so just pretend i’m well enough to be on my pc ok ?#I hope the last page of dungeon meshi is falin opening her eyes and then the story ends#dm
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something i like about the blue eye samurai is that they let mizu be a woman. And i know thats ironic since shes had to instead be a man, or let ppl assume shes a man so she could be safe or taken seriously. If anything they dont let her actually choose. idk if that makes any sense, but when i didnt know anything about this show i immediately expected the protagonist to be a man. Usually men play those roles, or whatever. So when i heard her voice in the trailer, i got excited! I hoped that she would be a woman, bcuz i rarely see women who dont look perfect, who arent wearing like skin tight suits or whatever portrayed this way. For me personally i always end up wanting a woman to be in the “mans shoes” or whagever the fuck. I wish i could articulate myself better. Like fuck they actually let a woman look badass as fuck, shes treated with respect in portraying her skills (by the story), and she isnt like the epitome of beauty (for social standards or whatever, to me she’s absolutely frickin gorgeous)
They actually let her exist outside of this lens of what woman should look like or act like. I know its been done before or whatever, but fuck it i barely see woman depicted in this same lens as a man and not make some joke about it. Shes not degraded to a sex object, her appearance isnt perfect or the beauty standard, she gets to be a killer and skilled swordsman in the same light as taigen. It felt rlly great.
I personally struggle with my gender identity, i feel somehow someway im not woman enough. So seeing mizu sort of go through not fitting this sort of standard, having this idea of being a man forced upon her, its all so complicated and interesting and relatable. Maybe that says something about me, maybe it doesnt. But im so excited to see where they take mizu and her gender. Akemi feels like such a foil against mizu. She fits the beauty standard, shes observed as a woman and has her own power. She’s unfortunately the luckiest a woman could be in the story, her being married and such was better than being sold. But still powerless at the same time. It makes sense why mizu was dismissive of akemi at the beginning, to her it looked like akemi was just a brat, but even akemi struggles with not being taken seriously. Mizu on the other hand doesnt fit the standard, being mixed, seen less than human for not fitting the standard, not being “woman” enough (the whole husband thing where her actually being better than him immediately made her husband like dismissing of her and possibly ratting on her as well) the whole constant thing of her “mom” telling her she doesnt have good looks, it often felt like mizu was fighting against not only being mixed and “not pure”, but also fighting against what a woman could exist as..”not pure”. She could not just plainly exist.
Gender stuff is so damn complicated and its something ive struggled with. Ive tried exploring the idea that maybe im trans, maybe im a man or nonbinary. But it felt so relieving to see mizu as a character. Something that stuck out to me was when she was talking to her ex husband. He asked “u wanted to be a man?” And she said something along the lines of “i had to be one” and it felt sort of vindicating in the sense that damn idk.. like me and my siblings have struggled with our genders and whats expected of us, especially within our culture. Ive had conversations with my sister like about how sometimes we do wish we were men. To be taken seriously, to easily do things without feeling so judged. Maybe cis people dont do that, maybe they do, its okay.
I just love mizu, and im so excited to explore this story.
#i also love how this story depicts disability with ringo and eiji#those mf r not reduced to their disability or infantilized bcuz of it#also i know i prolly dont make sense at all#blue eye samurai#mizu#akemi
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Alright alright!! Im excited!! Thanks A-chan!!
I was thinking if you could write for Aqua, Ruby, Akane (Oshi no Ko), Shinji (Evangelion) and King (Nanatsu no Taizai) with a S/O that use glasses and really has problems to see without them (like they need to stare for some minutes or hold something pretty close to them to be able to reconize it), also anytime they removes their glasses for whatever reason they forget where they put them (even if a moment ago they had it in their hand)
I thought it could be really funny 😆
I found it even more funny when writing the reactions of the characters (~‾▿‾)~
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☆ He is very used to you losing your glasses and he knows all the places you lost them and they are much easier to find and he keeps an eye on you and when you drop them off somewhere he picks them up and gives them to you .
☆ When you're without glasses and can't read or distinguish anything he helps you, being a great companion and always guiding you when you don't have your glasses on.
☆ Sometimes he hides his cell phone so you don't spend too much time looking at it and it hurts your eyesight, finding that cute side of you, but he worries a lot about your eyesight being so bad and always takes you to the ophthalmologist even if you protest all the time.
☆ It makes you have a routine together, distracting you and making you stay less on the phone and go on weekly dates with him, in addition to walks outdoors, always prioritizing the health of your eyes.
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☆ Helps you look for your glasses, always teasing you about how forgetful you are, sometimes hiding them for a few seconds later to hand them to you. She has to admit that she finds his forgetful ways very cute.
☆ Whenever you're having trouble recognizing something, she helps you, of course after teasing you about how you couldn't live without her, because of her forgotten way she ends up giving you several affectionate nicknames.
☆ Making you have outdoor meetings and calling your attention all the time so that you are less on the phone, maybe even using some more elaborate tactics and always going to your ophthalmologist appointments to support and reassure you.
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☆ She finds your glasses very quickly, memorizing all the places you've lost them before, always recommending that you wear a contact lens.
☆ Whenever she sees your difficulty reading something without glasses she reads it to you, becoming seriously concerned about how bad your eyesight is, you have your face glued to a picture of the two of you and it took her more than five minutes to recognize that was you in the picture.
☆ And affectionate but also strict with your vision problem forcing you to go to an ophthalmologist every year, since health is a priority, every time your appointment with the ophthalmologist is over she showers you with affection and words of support.
☆ Finds it funny how you can confuse things, once you thought you found a rabbit when it was actually a dog and it makes you laugh just remembering plus many other things you've already confused.
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☆Shinji can't believe how quick you are to lose your glasses, they were in your hand a few seconds ago. Being someone very special to him makes him not mind spending a few hours looking for his glasses.
☆ He sometimes thinks it's funny how you're always holding something close to your face to recognize the words or object, helping him beforehand so you don't have to suffer so much to distinguish what it is.
☆ Ask Misato to take you to the ophthalmologist all year round, because it really is something very necessary, he wants the best for you and your eyes, whenever you go out he accompanies you so that you don't get lost if you lose your glasses.
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☆ He is very protective, he loves you very much and doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, he keeps you company and doesn't leave your side, he is very worried that you will get lost or that someone will take advantage of you because of your bad eyesight.
☆ Every time he finds your glasses or helps you recognize something and you bombard him with thanks and compliments, it makes him feel embarrassed and bragging a bit, and he keeps thinking all day about your compliments that always make him stay with flushed cheeks.
☆ He is always at your disposal and is always helping with whatever you need, finding it cute when you are concentrating to recognize something.
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Can you please write a blurb about Nepo baby reader getting like super pissed at the paparazzi with her and like the twins when they’re super young and she just goes off and gets super pissed and gose off on them
Btw love rockstar eddie
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You huffed, looking out the tinted windows of the nail salon.
You'd taken the twins out for a girl's day, their first trip to the salon. Usually Farrah would accompany you, but you wanted it just to be you and your babies. Everything went great. The pedicures were in a private room, Sicily and Sienna on either side of you, giggling and squealing while they got their toes painted. You matched them, which they thought was delightful, wiggling toes between the cushiony separators that matched yours.
It was relaxing, even with three year olds, you were content with your babies. Until, you saw it. Crouched down at the front of the store, slipping on their little sandals, you saw it; the flash.
"Mama, they're takin' out picture." Sicily giggled, pointing out the window at the awaiting paparazzi. Only three, so far, but you knew it would grow soon enough.
"Who's taking our picture?" You gasped exaggeratedly, grinning up at her. She laughed, pointing at the people behind the window. "How rude! They're so silly, aren't they?"
Sienna laughed, leaning into her twin. The girls, even this young, knew about the people who took pictures. You tried to stay calm, tell them it was because they thought Daddy looked so pretty. Eddie was less reserved, throwing punches and slinging cameras if they got too close, barking threats towards them. A lot of things changed with fatherhood, especially how he now hated paparazzi. The man of before would have thrived in the sea of flashes, crowding his space and invading his privacy. Now, he went nuclear if he saw one around his girls.
"Ok, now you both stay so close to Mommy, ok? They want to take our picture but we can't let them, ok? They'll show Daddy our nail color before we get home." You raised your brows dramatically at them, their faces dropping. They wanted to surprise Eddie with their color, as if purple was an unheard of shade to get, and the paparazzi would be damned to ruin that.
Sienna gripped your hand, Sicily your other, pressing close to you in a tight shuffle towards the car. The paparazzi followed, shouting questions, and flashing lights. One got too close, camera shoved in Sienna's face.
"Mama!" Sienna wailed, pressing into you. "They're gonna get my toes!"
"Hey," You barked, teeth grit. "You need to get back, alright? I got a kid here."
"C'mon, Klein, you know the drill. We've got bills to pay too." The pap sneered, pulling his camera back.
Your jaw locked, anger trilling through your veins. You slung the car door open, purposely hitting the man standing there taking photos, smiling smugly when his camera clattered to the ground. While you buckled the girls into their seats, the camera flashes and shouting questions continued. Eddie would be furious you hadn't brought Big Mike, his body guard.
"You and Ed expecting another one?" One shouted, pointing his camera down to your stomach.
Your heart dropped. You were, but the two of you hadn't announced it yet. "What?" You snapped, slamming the door.
"Another baby? Already? What's that make this fifteen?" He snickered behind his lens.
"Are you fucking stupid?" You snapped before you could help it. Every ounce of media training to just ignore, not engage, was leaving your system. "Seriously, I know you're obviously dumb, but to ask someone if they're pregnant? No wonder you're still not married, Nate." You knew him, of course, he was the same one that always sold your photos and stories to The Sun, had for years.
"C'mon, I was just asking-"
"-and I'm just telling you, that if you're not out from behind my car, I'm going to run your ass over." You sneered, hand on the door. "And you and I both fucking know how that will end in court, don't we?" Your eyes narrowed behind your sunglasses.
Nate's camera slipped. He knew you were talking about the incident with Sephy, her first outing when he and some other boys crowded you and Eddie. One misplaced slip of a hand had shoved you with Sephy in your arms, jostling her. Eddie had beaten the guy with his own camera, taken to the station for assault. One call, and the charges were dropped. Your parents might've hated Eddie, but they loved their grand baby.
Nate shuffled back, pressing himself out of the way. "Better tell your other friends too." You snapped, shutting the door furiously.
You pulled out of the spot furiously, the crowd of paps a small blip in your rearview. The girls babbled happily, blissfully unaware and only concerned that they'd show Eddie before they could.
A few days later, your angry face was plastered on the front of some gossip column, a title aiding it about how Eddie had rubbed off on you. You rolled your eyes when he brought it to you.
"Told you to bring Mike, baby." Eddie shrugged, a smug little smirk that had your eyes rolling.
"I think I had it handled, clearly." You scoffed, nodding down at the photo.
Eddie grinned. "Think you did too." He smirked. "You look hot in this. Think I like it when you get all mad and mean."
"Shut up."
"Gonna keep this one. Put it in my spank bank for a rainy d-"
"Eddie. Shut up." You sneered.
Eddie paused, grinning again. "See?" He nodded down to his growing bulge in his dark jeans. "Totally does it for me, babe."
#vivisblurbgame#oneforthemunny#munnytalks#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader
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As Hunter puts the work in to recover and heal, looking back on Belos's 'kindness' in offering him a staff, taking him in, and providing the opportunity to be special as the Golden Guard...will be confusing and will involve seemingly conflicting emotions.
Having that treatment from his 'uncle' was the only reference point of feeling loved, while experiencing terror deeper down. This lasted for years before he met Luz and co.
He has overall spent less time in the new framework of healthy found family, than the years in the Castle.
I was looking at scenes from a couple of movies - the Black Widow movie and also Blade Runner 2049 (spoilers for both movies ahead, obviously) - as psychology references to see how two other fictional characters recalled their confusing but significant memories.
These examples carry some big concepts, one of which is that we "recall with our feelings". Not with pure impersonal logic that neatly trims away false info and discards it. If only it were that easy to dust our hands clean this way when healing from trauma.
In Black Widow, Yelena is the character who wears her heart on her sleeve the most, like Hunter naturally does. When confronted with the revelation that her happy childhood was staged, naturally Yelena feels betrayed:
(the GIF file for above was too big so lol I just screencapped a still frame from it)
But she quickly makes a conscious decision on how she wants to view those good memories, when hearing her sister Natasha saying it was all fake. This is perhaps her most important line in the movie:
She still chose to believe it had all been real. She is actively claiming the meaning that her good childhood had provided for her. Choosing what kind of lens she'd like to view those memories through. Defending that good meaning. Because her life fell apart after that good childhood came to an end. She could choose to say it was all fake, if she wanted to see it as fake.
She confronts Melina, her (staged) maternal figure who obviously isn't her biological or even a proper adoptive mother, and says: "You are my mother. You were my real mother, the closest thing I ever had to one."
When it comes to Hunter, he wouldn't find it as straightforward to acknowledge that the times when Belos was nice to him "felt real". Would he ever want to view the late Emperor as his uncle? Not via any conscious decision, I'm sure...since he's the opposite of Yelena here. Hunter's safe haven was after he escaped the Emperor's Coven, but Yelena's haven was at the start of her life, which she wished had been permanent.
Those months of summer when Hunter spent time away from Belos in the human realm must've been so special for him. But when faced with inevitable confusing flashbacks especially after Belos's death (that involve the subconscious, not conscious, part of his mind), he's still going to feel that the Emperor was a close family member whom he had an attachment with. Belos was the closest thing he ever had to family for so long.
In the Black Widow example, Yelena felt that Melina was her mother, from an early age. Around two decades later in her young adulthood, she still feels that this is the case, and consciously still wishes for that. She was lucky to be able to reconcile with Melina in the movie.
Hunter isn't as lucky. While he recovers, I don't think he can simply dismiss what it felt like to be told that he is part of a family (even if it was a lie) in such fragile formative years:
As an example, if I had first been told at age 5 by a parent that they promised to protect me, only to find out a decade later that they actually wouldn't have ever cared if I died...I would be hella confused.
Quoting a guest lecturer from my first year of therapist training, the part of our brains responsible for reasoning and logic - the prefrontal cortex - does not begin to seriously mature until our late teen years. Which is why early childhood memories can't just be viewed by our adult selves and easily trimmed away and viewed in black-or-white as truth-or-lie. Those early years are sensitive for us all, in how they shape us later in life. That inner child is still in each of us.
Blade Runner 2049's protagonist, K, has an arc that takes a different direction: he had actual false memories implanted that were not even his own, but the theme that is consistent for this post is those memories still felt real to him, and thus affected him emotionally. He felt unfulfilled and wanted something new, to feel like he had a soul, which led him on this risky quest. Sadly, he easily believed in a lie because it matched the truth he wished for. Thus, even false memories could feel real to him because he was desperate for meaning in life.
This movie has a cyberpunk dystopian setting, so it's of course more bleak. K was made to believe so strongly in those memories because he was ultimately used as just smokescreen, to keep the real person (who had those memories) well-hidden. Below, he speaks to the memory maker who formed his false memories. She is a very skilled deceiver, and successfully engineers experiences that didn't actually happen because she inserts fragments of truth here and there.
And she makes some good points about how she succeeds at implanting false memories:
Especially the last two lines, "We recall with our feelings. Anything real should be a mess."
Linking back to Hunter, it would be a tough process to learn how to make peace with his childhood with Belos. Because anything that felt real would be a mess.
And K has a similar line as Yelena did:
The running theme I spotted is the realness of confusing memories for these characters, because their inner conflicts involve questioning themselves: whether or not they were just imagining the good feelings they felt.
While we never got confirmation whether Belos used false memories or not, I'm inclined to think he didn't...in order to work more subtly and over a long period of time on Hunter as his latest grimwalker project. The deadlier lies are the ones with many bits of truth scattered throughout their intricate webs, like what the memory maker in Blade Runner 2049 could pull off.
Belos's treatment would've felt kind to Hunter at the time. As they say, how we feel about any experience we have is "what we make of it". Or how we choose to view the experience.
I think Hunter needed to believe his uncle really was kind, while maintaining his own image, in order to keep going and survive.
This tragically meant he had to believe he wasn't doing enough.
It is always scarier for an abused child to see that their parent in fact isn't loving after all/isn't a good person, compared to imposing shame upon themselves and believing they aren't good enough.
Of course, all this would've changed by the time we get to here and beyond:
Memory is subjective and our minds are so powerful that they find evidence to seemingly confirm any kind of beliefs that we form.
All three characters in this post were cogs in a machine, reduced to being pawns in a scheme...until they later had the space to decide things for themselves.
As seen in Hunter's efforts in his Golden Guard days to be good enough in the role, Yelena taking a stand to preserve the purity of an untainted childhood (even if it was staged and not organic), K defying authority to cross a line in his duties and get answers about who he was....this is how much we as humans will clamber to grasp onto a sense of personhood, to give our lives meaning and survive the best we can.
Yelena wanted to preserve the memories of her childhood as good, as a haven or a warm fuzzy bubble to look back on, because it got torn apart before she reunited with her family many years later.
Obviously Hunter can't do exactly the same i.e. preserving the entirety of his time in the Castle as "good", since he has now been able to see that Belos was a constant threat upon his life. However, he could still look back on smaller pockets of his childhood as pleasant, by isolating those specific memories.
We have two examples in canon: the way he grins when remembering the experience of being left on top of the mountain and climbing back down. And him saying that "weekends were nice" since he tasted partial freedom by being outdoors going on missions.
In fact, he would likely start out wanting to erase his childhood, view it as entirely bad and terrible to revisit, and try to force himself to forget its significance and start afresh. But this would only worsen the unpleasant emotions associated with this time of his life that he'd rather wish had not existed.
Mental health recovery is counter-intuitive: avoiding or denying emotions tend to make them grow bigger and scarier, while letting them feel seen and heard can help them along to shrink and positively transform over time. Hunter's therapist would have to provide him with psychoeducation on this so that he doesn't feel like he's grieving wrongly. It would bring him more peace if he can acknowledge both of these seemingly conflicting truths:
Factually, Belos did lie to him and betray him.
(Here's the important part) Emotionally, if the 'kindness/love' offered by Belos felt real at the time, received by Hunter's very legit need for attachment and meaning, then yes, it was real.
Both these points can coexist. Belos's love was untrue in the factual sense (we in the audience can easily see this), yet true in the emotional sense for a young child like who Hunter was. Which is what makes it hard.
Someone would ask Hunter, "Do you think he loved you?" and the answer isn't simple. Maybe it'd be something like "He didn't, but I felt like he really did." And the second half of that sentence ("but I felt like he really did") honestly doesn't need to be changed or removed, and the grief in those words should be honoured. Belos only cared about meeting Hunter's emotional needs as a means to an end, and as strange as it sounds to say this...it did help Hunter survive long enough, however mistreated he was. Because he still clung on to meaning and a purpose in his life.
The love wasn't there in the technical sense: instead it was a twisted version of Philip's love for Caleb, not any love extended towards Hunter. But this love still felt mostly real to Hunter before he fled the coven.
And I bet that even if it was for a split-second, Belos's gaslighting of "Why are you hurting me? I only wanted to help you" felt real and true to the poor kid here:
before Hunter expressed that he knew who Belos truly was as a person: a liar.
#toh hunter#the owl house#toh analysis#loz writes a meta#another spontaneous meta after I watched Blade Runner 2049 today#I keep writing about my little baby and I ain't sorry#abuse mention#trauma mention
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Day 11 Prompt: Pirate
read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series
There are a lot of challenges that come with being a parent: dealing with tantrums, having to be responsible, cooking all the time, making friends with other parents (thank God Steve’s a people person because Eddie would rather stab himself in the eye with a fork than listen to Brenda brag about her kids — Newsflash Brenda, all our kids shit in the toilet, it’s not an accomplishment!) Fortunately, Eddie’s conquered them all, mostly. What he hasn’t conquered, though, is the biggest parenting challenge of all: saying no to their little girl.
But, like, can anyone even blame him? How is he supposed to look at Rosie with her big, brown eyes behind her purple round glasses and her lush, springy curls and tell her no? He’s not, that’s how. It’s even worse now that she’s learned how to wobble her lower lip and bat her eyelashes (Dustin and Erica are on babysitting probation for that one.)
It’s a move she’s already perfected and has been pulling all day to keep Eddie from doing any of his actual parenting duties while Steve’s held up at school in a marathon of parent-teacher conferences. But it’s fine. Better than fine if he’s straight with himself. There’s nothing Eddie loves more than some quality make-believe time with his daughter. Brings him right back to his Hellfire days. And once Eddie commits to a story, he’s in it until they reach the end (or until Rosie gets bored — whichever comes first).
He takes world-building just as seriously, which is why their living room has been transformed into a pirate ship. The long couch stands in as the main dock. An assortment of cardboard boxes from their latest Costco run stacked in a chaotic way on the front and the end, making up the stern and bow. A once-white pillowcase is now stained with purple marker — a Rosie original drawn in the middle — and hanging from the broom shoved into the couch cushions. (Steve’s not going to be happy about that one, but he’ll level with him later.)
Rosie is dressed in her favorite pirate costume. One of Steve’s button-up shirts and her favorite black leggings. Her feet (and most of her legs) are shoved into a pair of Eddie’s old black boots and the left lens in her glasses is covered in black duct tape (fuck, he hopes it doesn’t scratch them). The store-bought pirate hat disappeared weeks ago so in its place is one of Eddie’s old bandanas. Thankfully, the store-bought sword they bought her last year hasn’t gone missing (he’s pretty sure his streak of saying yes would have to end if she demanded access to the kitchen knives). Oh, yeah, and she’s refusing to answer to her name — responding to Eddie only when he refers to her as Cap’n Skittle.
“It’s time you walk the plank, traitor!” she shouts, hoisting a well-loved Garfield stuffed animal over her head. Hopping on the couch cushions, she glances at Eddie over her shoulder. “One-arm Gravy, prepare the plank.”
“Ay, Ay, captain,” Eddie says, saluting with the hand that isn’t pulled through the sleeve of his shirt and resting on his stomach. Rosie really made him commit to the whole one-arm thing, and he’s not about to suppress her creative whims.
With a careful step into the middle of the couch, Eddie reaches for one of their custom decorative pillows. It takes a few tries, but eventually, he manages to get one end of the throw pillow balanced on the edge of the couch while the rest hangs off.
“The plank is ready, Cap’n Skittle.”
“Time to meet your end, Garfield!”
Without a moment of hesitation, Rosie chucks the Garfield stuffed animal off of the couch, sending it flying across the room and into the bookshelf against the other wall. Thankfully, nothing breaks or falls over. Explaining to Steve why Rosie isn’t in bed yet is easy. Explaining how his mint condition replica of the Beamer broke, not so much.
“See you never traitor,” she cackles, far more sinister than a six-year-old should sound.
On second thought, maybe suppressing her creative whims is a good idea, Eddie thinks for a moment before shaking his head. Nah, Wayne let me do whatever I wanted, and I turned out fine.
“It’s time to celebrate!” She gathers the rest of the stuffed animal-turned-crew mates as she skips her way back to Eddie. Hoisting and swaying her sword high up in the sky in celebration.
“Not so fast,” Eddie says, shoving his arm back through the sleeve of his shirt. He peels off the paper mustache Rosie demanded he wear and yanks out a sword he’s been hiding in the waistband of his pajama pants.
Rosie screams, lowering her own sword in preparation for a duel. “Not Cap’n No Moosetach! I killed you.”
“You tried to be a hero Cap’n Skittle, but you failed to remember the most important thing about being a pirate captain,” Eddie says, voice an octave lower than usual. He takes a tentative step forward on the couch and then another and another until Rosie’s trapped between him and the armrest. He holds his sword up to her chin, not touching, but close enough for her eyes to go a little crossed as she stares at it. “We never die before we get our treasure.”
Eddie swings his sword, but Rosie’s quick, swinging hers back at him. It’s the beginning of an epic sword battle that has both of them doing the most. Rosie leaps at him, wrapping her arms and legs around his middle until they’re both toppling over onto the couch. She quickly gets to her feet, shoving her sword in Eddie’s face for a moment before he rolls off the couch and into the “waters” below.
“You’ll never get the da’blooms,” she shouts. Glancing over her shoulder at the hoard of stuffed animals on the couch, she shouts, “Man the cannons!”
Eddie barely has time to shield his head before she’s throwing pillow after pillow at him. Shouting orders left and right to her “crew mates.” Hoisting himself up, Eddie gets back on the couch and engages in another battle with Rosie. Swords clinking against each other as Eddie hums a made-up soundtrack for their battles. He gets lost in the humming and has no time to defend himself when Rosie jabs her bony elbow into his ribs.
“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans, massaging over the spot. “That hurt Rosie.”
“Who is this Rosie you speak of?” she growls, threatening him with her sword. “I don’t know any Rosies!”
Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to keep from snorting. She may not biologically be his daughter, but oh man, does she make up for it in her quirks and personalities. After all, no one commits to a fantasy role more than a Munson.
The battle continues with both of them taking turns being the winners and losers until the front door knob starts to jingle.
“Avast Ye,” Eddie says, pulling Rosie in close. “A landlubber approaches.”
“Aye,” Rosie nods. “We can take him together.”
“A truce, you say? Only if you give me half of your Doubloons.”
“I’ll give you three.”
This time, Eddie does snort, earning a fierce glare from Rosie before the front door opens. Steve steps in, looking more exhausted than ever before. His lucky striped tie is pulled loose, his blazer slung casually over his shoulder.
“Aye, it’s the wealthy merchant Sir Steven of Stevensburg.”
Despite the pure exhaustion on his face and in his bones, Steve cocks his head to the side and arches his brow. “Sir Steve of Stevensburg? That’s the best you can come up with?” He toes off his work loafers and pads his sock-covered feet further into the mess of the living room.
“Hey,” Eddie whines, voice returning to normal. “Cut me some slack; we’ve been at this for hours.”
“Shush you landlubber!” Rosie says, leaping off the couch and into Steve’s arm. “If you want our Da’blooms, you have to fight me and Cap’n No Moosetach.”
“Da’blooms? I don’t need your da’blooms.”
“Then why are you braving these here seas, Sir Steven?” Eddie asks as he steps down from the couch, eager to get his hands on his clearly exhausted boyfriend.
“Well, I am a Prince in search of a fair maiden. A princess, actually,” he says, nuzzling his face into Rosie’s neck. She squeals in delight before squirming out of his arms and dropping to the floor. “Do you know of any princesses around here?” Steve cups his hands over his eyes, turning them into binoculars, as he glances around the room.
“Me! Me!” Rosie shouts, jumping up and down. “M’a princess! The prettiest princess in all the land.”
Steve crouches down to Rosie’s height. Hands on his hips and tired eyes squinted in a focused manner as he studies her pirate costume. “Hmm, I don’t know,” he puzzles, dramatically tapping his chin.
Eddie watches Steve take on the role of a Prince. When Rosie first started getting into make-believe, Steve struggled with the “yes and-ing” that comes with improvised play. It took a while for him to come out of his shell and allow himself to actually be goofy. If Eddie ever gets his hangs on the Harringtons he swears he’s going to ring their neck for stifling Steve’s creativity. Because dammit, his Steve is creative! Weaving epic adventure stories like it is second nature. Sometimes even better than Eddie can.
Eddie absolutely adores it when Steve gets like this. When the pressures of being an adult fade away all that matters is the story and Rosie’s imagination. It totally works for him too.
“You look like a pirate to me,” Steve says, finally, before standing up to his full height as he looks down on Rosie.
“Cap’n Skittle, to be exact,” Eddie says, saddling up next to Rosie with his sword outstretched in Steve’s direction. “The most vicious pirate to ever pirate the seas.”
“No, no,” Rosie shouts, yanking the sword from Eddie’s hands and tossing it aside, “‘M Cap’n Skittle now, but if you kiss me, I’ll turn into a princess! Kiss me, you’ll see!”
There’s a beat where Eddie and Steve share a fourth-wall-breaking glance. A silent should we be worried about this? and eh, it’s probably fine in return. They’re caught up in their half-concern, half-amused state that neither one realizes Rosie is moving until it’s too late. She throws herself at Steve, scaling her way up his legs and into his arms.
“Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!”
With a laugh, Steve dramatically dips Rosie in his arms before planting a kiss on her lips. He pulls away with a loud smooching sound that has Rosie giggling and then rips the bandana off of her head. “Be still, my beating heart. You are a Princess!”
“Told ya so,” Rosie says before quickly switching to her new Princess role. “Tis I Princess Buttercup and you’re Prince Peanut. Together we’re Prince and Princess Peanut Buttercup!”
Damn candy commercials, Eddie thinks, hiding a smile behind a lock of hair. Glancing at the clock, Eddie realizes it’s way past Rosie’s bedtime. A fact Steve also picks up on based on the look he’s giving Eddie. A raised brow followed by a dramatic wink. He can practically hear Steve saying, watch this — forever the expert at getting Rosie to bed.
“What say thee, Princess Buttercup? Shall we retire to our room for a royal slumber?”
“But m’not tired,” she pouts.
“Ah, but Princess Buttercup. You must sleep so tomorrow we can defeat the evil Lord Munsington.”
“Munsington? Really?” Eddie laughs, shaking his head.
“We’re not talking to you, Lord Munsington,” Rosie scolds, shooing Eddie away with her hand. “We’re going to need lots of sleep to defeat him, Prince Buttercup.”
“Well, then, we better get started,” Steve muses, carrying Rosies toward her bedroom.
Eddie doesn’t follow, letting Steve get some quality time in with Rosie before she falls asleep. Besides, Eddie’s all storied out after hours and hours of playing pirates and witches and fairy tea parties. He collapses on the couch instead, letting his own eyes shut until he hears Steve’s feet padding their way to him.
“Missed you,” Steve says, kissing the top of Eddie’s head before sinking into the couch cushion beside him. He’s already stripped out of his work clothes, clad now in a pair of worn sweatpants.
“Missed you too,” Eddie says, snuggling up to Steve’s side. His warm shirtless body feels relaxing on Eddie’s aching bones. Especially his ribs which are already bruising from Rosie’s brutal hit earlier.
“Looks like I missed a good storytelling day.”
Eddie hums. “Well, we lost the plot at the end there, but yeah, it was a good storytelling day.”
“Worth the mess of our living room?” Steve asks, glancing around at the cardboard boxes, stuffed animal graveyard, and pillows littering the floor.
“I’ll clean it up in the morning, promise,” Eddie says through a yawn. “Right now, Lord Munsington needs his sleep.”
“Come on then,” Steve huffs, hot air fluttering the unruly tendrils of Eddie’s hair. Heaving Eddie off of him, he stands to his feet before extending a hand out. “Prince Peanut is feeling generous and will allow Lord Munsington to sleep in his bed.”
“Will cuddling be allowed?” Eddie asks, slapping his hand into Steve’s.
With a swift yank, Eddie’s on his feet and being propelled into Steve’s awaiting arms. He wraps his own around Steve’s neck, fingers kneading at the knots in his neck. Steve groans in pleasure before his own arms wrap around Eddie’s middle, squeezing.
“Cuddles are always allowed.”
Untangling himself from Steve, he moves his right hand until it rests on the small of Steve’s back. “Then let’s get a move on it,” Eddie says, guiding them towards their bedroom.
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𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝔂 𝓝𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼
Pornstar Jake Sully x Reader
A/N: The second version of pornstar au, this time written with Jake. I hope you will have pleasant time reading it and that you will like it just as much as Neteyam version.
Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may or will happen.
Story is a smut , minors do not interact.
She was the definition of needy.
She whimpered , moaned and cried, trying to subdue him to her will, but for him, each of these factors seemed to have never existed
Because he had the power, and he made every next move.
-Feels good, bunny? - he purred into her ear, hands squeezing the flesh of her thighs - Feels good when you're using my leg for your desperate release? I bet it's good because your pussy is so wet...oh I feel your sweet juices running down my skin.
-Daddy - she moaned, burying her face in the crook of his neck, trying to move her loins harder, hungry for the orgasm that was approaching so quickly, so inevitably.
-Oh, don't hide baby girl - Jake said, cupping her jaw in his fingers, tilting her head to look behind her - You look so beautiful, show them how beautiful you look when you cum on your daddy's thigh.
The girl from under half-closed eyelids looked straight at the camera, straight at it's lens, which was directed centrally at her, burning her skin.
- I need to cum daddy ... I'm so close, I beg you - she announced back to her lover, who was devouring her body with his eyes, like a predator watching her, how her muscles worked, how sweat ran down her body, how she trembled under by his big hands.
-Go on bunny, let me feel you - he said, suddenly lifting his leg up, hitting her swollen clitoris, which made her scream through the friction stronger than before, causing her to squirt , lefting her breathless with limp legs.
Y/n dropped onto his broad chest, letting his muscular arms wrap around her body, creating a cage around her that she couldn't escape from, and didn't want to, finding comfort in his hard body, so much bigger than hers.
-Thank you, daddy - she whispered tiredly, tangling her slender fingers in the man's thick hair, holding them almost like a lifeline.
-Don't thank me, baby -he said in a voice that sounded like the roar of an engine, so low and sexy, causing a new wave of desire to appear in her - This is just the beginning - he revealed, placing one of his hands on her neck, squeezing his fingers gently around her smooth neck.
Woman closed her eyes, arching her body, exposing herself to him, secretly loving the feeling of his fingers tightening on her skin as he reacted to her naked body that he had seen so many times, but each time it felt like he was looking at it all over again, enjoying its soft structure and posture.
-Take me daddy - she whispered, looking at him with eyes clouded with lust, placing her tiny hand on his wrist, silently making him tighten his grip even tighter, allowing it to be an even more possessive act.
Jake growled like a hungry animal. Grasping her waist in a rough grip, he guided her movements as if he owned the body, positioning her back to him only to cover her back a moment later with his muscular body, practically covering her.
One of his hands returned to the nape of her neck, becoming addicted to feeling her pulse under his fingers, while the other gripped her firm hip so tightly that the flesh spilled out from under his fingertips.
-Who are you? - he asked, guiding her jaw, again making her look into the black lens.
-I'm Daddy's bunny - she confessed obediently, closing her eyes.
Man slapped her bum, making her tremble under the impact, and a silent scream to escaped her mouth.
-You can do better pretty girl - he stated, attacking her neck with wet kisses and harsh bites - Come on, don't keep daddy waiting - he added, and to indicate the seriousness of his words, moving his thick member between her swollen folds.
-I'm daddy's whore, I'm daddy's bunny, I'm his good and obedient girl - she said looking at him out of the corner of her eye, pushing her loins back, making them rub against his crotch - I want to be your cumslut too, daddy. Please make me your cumslut.
Jake placed his manhood in the right direction before he entered her in one sure and strong movement, filling her to the brim, making her feel as if something was tearing her from the inside in the best sense of the word.
In confirmation, her mouth opened and all sorts of pleasure sounds spilled out of her throat as she felt him deep inside her, so deep she thought he was in her throat.
Their hips rubbed against each other as the sound of wet slaps echoed shamelessly around the room.
Y/n was moaning like she was possessed, her body physically exhausted, tears streaming down her cheeks from the way Sully was bending her spine to his liking.
-Daddy - she mewed with her eyes closed.
-That's good, huh, baby girl? - he lets out a low chuckle, pressing his fingers against the skin of her neck and hip, leaving red marks behind
-Mhm, so good, Daddy - she confessed, trying to keep her muscles from shaking intensely.
Man gripped the button between her inner thighs in two fingers, squeezing it again and again, making her insides tighten around his long member, betraying how close she was.
-I can feel your pretty tight pussy tightening - he growled against her ear, biting its earlobe after a moment.
-Yes, daddy, please fuck me harder - she said, placing her head heavily on his shoulder.
-Daddy's got you, just let go - he assured in that low tone of voice, moving inside her so hard and deep she could have sworn his shaft was on the tip of her tongue.
-I'm coming daddy! I'm coming, I'm coming, ah daddy! - she screamed, feeling her body succumb to his will and dirty words.
Y/n let out a moan muffled by her shoulder, gushing from inside her again, soaking the thighs, abdomen, and manhood of the man behind her as well as herself.
Her eyes closed lazily and she panted, only to let form throat broken screams as her body was flooded by the familiar warmth of Jake's cum that filled her womb and walls, painting them white.
-I have to clean you up now, bunny - he announced hoarsely, sinking onto the bed beneath them.
Before the woman could understand the meaning of his words, her body was pulled along with him, causing her to kneel above his head, her hands resting on his stomach, helplessly waiting for Sully's next move.
In response, he sat her on his face, beginning his brutal assault on her abused womanhood, which was still begging to be touched, to be taken care of.
The feeling of her clit against his tongue and against his nose was too good and tempting.
As he licked her, he traced his name on her labia and clitoris, only further emphasizing the indisputable truth that Y/n belonged only to him. She was his to use, his to love, his to touch and mark.
This control and feeling of possessiveness was like a trigger for her third orgasm of the night, so powerful and painful at the same time that the image in front of her irises blurred and her body fell helplessly against Jake's chest.
Sully didn't stop though, the sweetness of her juices on his lips and the quiver of her womanhood on his tongue was like the aphrodisiac itself, calling to his sober mind, beguiling his senses.
And Y/n felt it ,as her consciousness slipped from her hands again and again, as her heart pounded so hard against her ribs, drowning out everything around her.
She felt all of it ,his tongue, his mouth, camera lens on her skin, sweat on her temples.
And god...she never wanted it to end.
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Ray didn't do anything wrong. I know that might be a controversial take right now with Sand's heart break being so fresh, and Boston has been overdue for some black Air Force 1 energy for a minute, but before you wanna tussle, hear me out. Don't touch the mic, and hear me out. They had some open communication that they were friends. Friends who obviously have a deep attraction to each other who either occasionally hook up, or at the very least are playing a very intense game of chicken, but friends nonetheless.
Sand has said this on multiple occasions. He has said that he would never take someone like Ray as his boyfriend. That Ray is not his special person. In Yoh's kitchen Ray asked Sand if he was okay with what they were doing, and Sand said yes and that they wouldn't develop it. He can differentiate between love and sex. In Ray's car after Mew called for help, Sand said he didn't have a right to be mad at Ray. Despite how Sand feels, he is communicating that he does not take Ray seriously and that he doesn't see him in that way.
To those around them it is obvious that there is something there. Yoh, Boston, Nick, Mew, and even Sand's momma have all made comments about them. Ol' girl Summer sensed there was something between them and she knew Ray all of two seconds, and made her exit like a lady. To us as viewers there is that same clarity that there is something there. We see how they look and react to one another.
So why is it not clear to Ray? Ray sees Sand's reactions, what is he not getting? Well...because Ray can't read minds. I think at this point it is fair to say that Ray will take what you're saying at face value. He's usually not going to argue with you. Even if you take his feelings for Mew out of the equation, Sand and him both agreed that this wouldn't be anything more than what they mutually agreed on. He knows he hurt Sand by leaving him for Mew, but is that because he has a clear understanding on how Sand feels, or is it because he felt bad for leaving him? He knows Sand is upset after the fight with Boston, but is that because he knows Sand is falling/has fallen for him, or because he felt he ruined Sand's birthday with his own drama? It is very possible that they are not looking at these situations through the same lens.
I personally had to learn that even though how I know how I feel and my emotions are clear TO ME, that does not mean they are clear to everyone else. Even if they sense something is off, if I don't communicate my feelings they won't know. Everyone occupies the center of their own universe. No one can know how you feel better than you do unless you speak. We know how Sand feels because we were able to get his commentary. We have an idea of what Ray feels because what he may not convey in words, he does with how he looks at Sand. They are not getting the same insight into each other like we are with them. I wrote earlier that they had open communication between them in Yoh's kitchen. "Open" but not "honest". Sand is not being honest with Ray to avoid heartbreak, I'd say that's a wash, and Ray isn't being honest with himself because of what he thinks he feels for Mew still lingers. Their actions are honest. The time they spend together, their banter, their touches. Their words are not. It will be interesting to see the breakdown in communication the more their feelings for one another mature.
Edit: I wanted to add, Ray does not owe Sand an explanation when it comes to his feelings for Mew. Another controversial take right now, I know. They may act like a couple, but they are not one, and Sand already clocked that Ray was using him as a distraction last episode. Now that Sand knows, he needs to think about what he wants to do moving forward.
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I had no idea you make onlyfans content that's super cool!! If you could make content with the maneskin members, what would you most love to do with each of them? Very curious about your thoughts because your horny asks are always amazing and I love onlyfans/porn!maneskin whoops
Thank you babes, I also love porn!måneskin so much! And this is such a fun idea!
So with Damiano I think he would fucking THRIVE being slutty in front of a camera, which is not that different from what he does on stage anyway. I would honestly like to just put him in front of a camera and tell him to go wild. I just know the shit he could come up with would be wild. Just put on some music and dress him up all pretty and let him be a total slut. I also think letting him lean into his more submissive side and edging and denying him until he's all desperate and whiny and begging for you would be so fun.
With Thomas, I think it would be fun to play around with humiliation (which is super popular by the way) and watch him squirm and blush and whimper as you play with him and he can't do anything because he's tied up and displayed for the camera. Using a vibrator just on the tip of his dick and seeing him look up at you with his big glassy eyes. Omg and watching him get all shy every time you show him a comment you received saying how hot he looked or a custom video request with something new he didn't know he was into before.
With Vic, I think she'd be great at keeping up with the daily content output that comes with being an OnlyFans creator, posting nude selfies with sexy captions every day. And she would make the prettiest noises in videos, moaning for the camera when you eat her out and finger her. Ooh and wearing matching lingerie for photoshoots or as characters like her dressed super fancy with a long dress and fur coat and you as her slutty maid.
And with Ethan, I just know he would take it the most seriously and plan out content shoots with you and post promo and schedule posts. Which is the hottest thing he could do tbh. But for the sexier part of the job, I'm imagining him in "Peter Steele in Playgirl" style photoshoots, long hair flowing, giant cock in hand, staring down the camera lens. And I think he would also do so well in a livestream setting, letting the chat decide how he plays with you and fucking you harder and harder the more tips you get.
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Preliminary: Everything We Know About He/She/It
The Cast
Mike: is a garbage person. He’s cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend, then (accidentally) kills him.
Peem: is also Not A Great Person, because he’s knowingly helping Mike cheat. (He does not deserve to die over this.)
Pear: Mike’s girlfriend, did not deserve All Of That, hands down the best person in the entire series. Seriously.
Meen: gossipy little bitch, acts like he was looking out for Pear, but was really just there for the drama. Does deserve All Of That.
Drama Teacher: got way too into making these guys make out with each other. That’s all I’m gonna say.
The Setting
This happens in the backdrop of a university drama class, because of course it does. All of these characters are messy, except Pear, who notably isn’t part of the class.
The living situation confuses me. First I thought Mike and Peem were roommates, but I think they’re all living in dorms/apartments close to each other. (Which is convenient bc it means Mike has easy access to Peem and Pear, without the need for many excuses about where he is.)
The Events
Mike truly didn’t mean to kill Peem. He was angry, but he wasn’t murderous. He made a devastating mistake.
Mike does have feelings for Peem, and I think he did love him. Whether I think it’s genuine love or he just loves how Peem makes him feel… depends on how generous I’m feeling at any given time. It could really go either way.
Peem is possessive. He’s vindictive. He knows he’s the other woman; he doesn’t like it, but he knows tolerating it is the only way he can be with Mike, but he’s going to make Pear's problem. He rubs it in her face without her even knowing, and I love that for him.
BTS/Interview Extras
Jeff talks about how he was playing Mike from the angle that he has an abusive and homophobic father, which is the source of his own internalized homophobia and his Thing with Peem, and the reason why he can’t let himself break up with Pear, which could have solved all of their problems. He needs to be the perfect picture of heteronormativity and masculinity. Which, word of God and all, but when viewed under that lens, does make Mike a more sympathetic character! Of course he’s terrified of anyone finding out about him. Of course he can’t love Peem. Of course he can’t even face his own sexuality. It’s very telling that in all but one of their intimate scenes, Peem is the one initiating it. Mike is always holding back, where Peem is reaching out, pushing for more.
About working out the backstory for the character (unclear if the writer/director were involved or if this is just personal interpretation): “for family issues, given the reason that Mike’s dad hates queers, so much that he’d even physically assault them, it creates a mold that Mike needs to fit into, that he has to love a girl. And when that mold’s shaken, he loses control."
There’s a funny/cute part where they’re asking about the kissing scenes and it’s adorable, he gets so flustered xD He said he thought they would be able to do it in one take and uh… that’s not what happened.
Another fun quote: “The hard part of playing Mike is that Mike is flirtatious, which I’m not personally. I just can’t.” Uhh… I think that’s definitely changed lol
Finally, the most important line in the series, coming from the drama teacher at the start of episode 1:
“In the real world, we don’t know who is acting. Sometimes, in the world of performing, we don’t know who’s real. Sometimes we can’t tell them apart at all.”
This sets the stage for everything that happens moving forward. Peem and Pear don’t know if Mike’s feelings are real (and neither does he), and Mike doesn’t know if Peem is really drowning, ultimately leading to his death.
The ask that inspired this
Stay tuned for the rest, I've got 3 more posts about this nonsense!
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