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deathbyathousandspiders · 5 months

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omggggg can i request billingual reader and maybe peter finds it cute that when shes explaining stuff she has a thinking face of what to say next cos she wants to be sure of how to say it in english 🥹 or maybe hearing her speak in her mother tongue/native language does he find it cute or smn :(((((((

as a white english–speaking woman, i only feel comfortable writing for a bilingual reader with a language/culture that i’m relatively familiar with and could properly represent, which isn’t many :,)

so i will write an imagine for a bilingual reader with a language i’m going to school for: ✨sign language✨

i hope that’s okay :)

a/n — i am still a student and i’m constantly learning, so if there’s a detail or some information that i’m incorrect about, please tell me asap !!!

✨masterlist✨.

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Sitting alone at cafes was a custom for you. People watching, spectating murmurs and laughter but never quite grasping it. You lacked the understanding of how the sound captured their conversing, but you weren’t missing anything. Your focus was mainly set on finishing your chemistry homework, anyways.

Midway through an equation, the light shifted over your table. You felt the dip in the booth on your left and looked up to see who sat beside you. Your eyes met the deepest brown pair you swore you’d ever seen. It was almost like the rest of the room lit up with color after you first caught a glimpse.

You certainly recognized the boy. He went to school with you, but you’d barely crossed paths other than having a class or two together. And from the way he glanced at your paperwork, you assumed that chemistry was on his schedule too.

His lips moved, and your eyes studied their shapes as best as they could. Perhaps he was nervous, or overly caffeinated, but the movement was too swift to distinguish.

Slowly, you shook your head at him, right index finger pointing to your ear. Apology and disappointment weighted your eyelids. You really did want to see what he wanted to ask you, but your expectation was for him to up and leave.

Instead, sudden understanding washed over him; a look of epiphany. Quickly after, patience overtook the presence beside you. You were shocked. He tried to slow his words of choice down, using his hands to illustrate but not really communicate. You could tell he was trying, so you didn’t want to make fun of his efforts. The smallest fit of laughter threatened to slip from your lips as you gestured at him to stop.

From the table, you grabbed your notebook and flipped to an empty page. Your pencil flew over the page to jot down a question:

‘Do you know any sign?’

You figured that was a start.

Watching the way he smiled, you nearly forgot to hand him your pencil to reply. Your eyes followed his hand as it met the parchment and scribbled so gently, it surprised you to see writing even stuck. He pushed it over to you. ‘Yes, I know one’

Your eyes met, and you studied him patiently. His right hand sat atop of his left elbow, holding a fist that excluded his pinky and index fingers; a rockstar skull. His left hand rested beneath his right elbow, opening and closing a fist with a flicking motion. It was a sign you knew all too well. ‘Bullshit,’ you watched him mouth.

The giggle bubbles through your throat with physical feeling, and your hands gently pressed his arms to make it stop. You shook your head, smiling as you corrected him.

Your dominant hand met your chin with an open hand, lightly touching the tips of your fingers to your face. As you moved your hand to the space in front of you, you closed your hand into a fist.

‘Bullshit,’ you mouthed back at him. The crinkle in the boy’s brow marked his confusion.

Pen met paper again as you wrote out the explanation. ‘Hearing people came up with a fake sign to act like they knew shit.’

He looked up at you with some disgust to his expression, and you simply shrugged at him.

Politely, he held his hand out for the pen, and you gave it to him with the trust that he’d return it soon after.

‘Then maybe you could teach me some instead?’

The grin on your lips was unbreakable, and only seemed to grow the more you kept up the conversation. You nodded your head, writing a simple ‘sure:)’ beside his note. You met his eyes again, pointing to your chest before swiftly fingerspelling your name. The boy marveled at your hand, equally lost and mesmerized.

His pointer finger rapidly twirled the air, circling near his face four or five times; you assumed that meant he wanted you to repeat yourself. So, you agreed.

Slowly, you held out each hand shape of your name a little longer, waiting til the twinkle in his eyes indicated that the letter was registering for him. It was fairly entertaining to watch.

He wrote it on the notebook once he got it just to clarify with you. ‘Y/N?’ He seemed nervous for your reply.

You signed yes, then gestured for him to do the same. You wanted to see what his name was.

Hesitantly, the boy tried his best, bouncing each hand shape to the letters of his name. It made you happy to see his attempt, and you were fond of his efforts.

Pulling the notebook closer, you jot down his name. ‘Peter?’

You’d never forget the way he smiled at you afterwards. ‘Yes:)’ He wrote back. ‘You want help with chemistry?’

And that’s how you met Peter Parker.

You were an unlikely duo at Midtown. It was nice to have somebody in the classroom to have secret conversations with, and to teach sign to. Peter picked most things up pretty quickly, especially because he had an excellent teacher. Plus, little did you know that he watched ASL courses off YouTube in his free time.

That is, his freetime when he wasn’t being Spider–Man.

He never told you that he was Spider–Man. In fact, you didn’t find out he was until a few months into your friendship. After months of study hours and movie nights, you watched Spider–Man signing to a Deaf kid on the news; the web–slinging superhero signed what like salad.

That was a classic Peter Parker mistake.

So, when were you planning to tell me you’re Spider–Man? You asked him, signing nonchalantly. You’d waited all week until you two were alone, studying like you normally did on the weekends. You sat back on his desk chair, raising a brow, calm and collected.

It took everything in him not to forget how to respond. Peter had been practicing sign, but he still wasn’t nearly as versed as you were. What? He started. Poor way to respond on his part. You pointed at his hands, trying to call him out.

That! You were so determined to catch him in his coverup, opening your laptop.

His hands flailed to try and capture your attention. However, your laser focus was something he couldn’t cut.

Having the clip ready, you played it, turning the screen towards him and showing him the fluke in his signs.

Peter facepalmed when he noticed, face red as a tomato but you couldn’t care less. You felt more than accomplished to have deciphered his secret. You owe me!

Signing, Peter got over himself a little, rolling his eyes playfully at you. Whatever, fine!

To help Peter practice his signing, you’d dismissed your in–class interpreters the second the bell rang and had Peter translate your questions to your teachers. Perhaps it was selfish to put him on the spot, but when you’d asked him about it later, he said he was more than happy to help you out.

He enjoyed learning sign, almost as much as he enjoyed his time with you. Peter had never met anyone as amazing as you; nobody that he’d met before watched the world with your eyes, or lit up a room so vibrantly. You always asked the right questions, saw straight through people’s bullshit, and put others’ needs far before your own. Don’t even get him started on the fact that you’d never even heard your own laugh before.

Peter couldn’t wrap his head around all the things he thought you were missing out on. That was how he saw it, at least, til you changed his mind. He was grateful to know how your fit of giggles sang to him, but there was more things to life than that. Sound was only one way to see the world; if you choose to act like it’s a principle more than a privilege, you’ll get nowhere. He knew he’d waste time dwelling on things you weren’t even sad over.

Instead, Peter would marvel at how fluently and beautifully you’d sign when you were passionate about something. The choreographed tangents that you’d go on absolutely mesmerized him, even though he could only pick up one or two things you were saying.

Your hands moved so fast, he second guessed whether you were actually communicating or just painting a masterpiece with the shapes of your hand.

That blissful, ecstatic look in your eyes told Peter everything he needed to know. He was the luckiest boy in the world to know you.

You were the most joyous person he knew.

That joy was a strength that you’d gained overtime, though.

Rushing down the school halls, you had memorized the rhythm underneath your feet as you pattered down the tile. You always pictured the sound like something fragile, or feathered, especially seeing as your shoes had rubber soles. Sometimes, when you walked slow enough, you could feel the rattling steps of other students around you.

Today, specifically, the rumbled pattern beneath you threw you off your rocker.

Especially as the charging steps behind you tread right in your direction.

A hefty pair of hands shoved your shoulder blades, pushing you toppling into the floor beneath you. The sound of chatter couldn’t be heard, but you certainly felt the energy in the hallway shift. Pressing off the floor with your hands, you noticed the eyes now mindful to your presence. You had an audience.

You flipped yourself around to look at the shadow towering over you. Some flimsy–looking, curly haired, short classmate of yours stood above you. His hands perched on his hips as he spewed words at you, mouth moving far too quickly to lip read. You stayed there, staring up at him with a glare, merely making out the words ‘stupid’ and ‘Parker’ from his muted speech.

You were used to bullies, but you couldn’t sit while this dickhead kept Peter Parker’s name disrespectfully in his mouth.

Just as you pressed up to rise to your feet, this bitchass shoved the toe of his shoe right in the center of your chest, pushing you back into the ground and leaving dirt all over your favorite top. You felt the gasp leave your throat, trying to fight against it.

That’s when Peter Parker swooped in and forced the boy away from you. Anger wasn’t an expression you’d seen on Peter’s face, and you couldn’t tell whether it was something to awe at or fear.

Their echoed shouts and feuds and insults bounced from the floor and into your fingertips. You could tell the words they exchanged were ugly, considering that the two were face to face and both had such crease to their eyebrows. Fists clenched, shoulders squared, you could tell they were about to brawl.

Peter threw the first punch, taking you by surprise but still sending a smile to your lips. The two boys had a displeasing fight to the eye, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away.

A girl to your left offered a hand to help you off the floor, to which you signed a quick thank you before both of you saw the boys getting caught by a set of teachers. All it took was a second before the two boys froze dead in their stances and peacefully walked with the teachers down the hall to the principal’s office.

In an instant, all eyes found their way to you and your dirt–stained top. Before you let them react to the heat growing on your cheeks, you rushed off, going to the one place you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed in.

Two and a half hours passed before Peter walked through the open door of his bedroom, a small smile on his lips as he greeted you. Are you okay? He signed quickly, soon shutting the door.

Are you okay? You signed right back, swift to press off your spot on his bed and walk over to him. Peter was the one with the blackened eye and busted lip. Clearly he should be the one to worry about. Your hands found his cheeks and gently cupped his face as you looked at his injuries. The sight broke your heart.

Although, you weren’t expecting to see his pale cheeks brighten with red in your grasp. You could feel the second when his breath stopped fanning your face, and that’s when you realized that his breath had been fanning your face; you were inches away from him. The atmosphere of the room changed.

‘What?’ You mouthed, brows creasing together with concern. You weren’t stupid, but you were definitely choosing to ignore the obvious. There was no way that Peter Parker was flustered by you, right? That was preposterous.

His eyes threatened a glance at your lips before you felt his fingers curl around your wrist. Peter moved your left hand to his chest, pressing against his heart. The skin beneath his shirt pulsed against you, and quickened by the second. Things felt very intimate, things felt very thick and hot and heavy. You didn’t notice it til right then that the room was getting hotter.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of his lips and you hadn’t noticed that you were staring at them. Peter’s face moved closer to your’s and that’s when you decided to be bold. You captured his lips with yours, kissing him tenderly, careful. The caress of his hands down your sides and grasp he held around your waist told you that you didn’t have to tread as cautiously.

Peter kissed you and every inch of you felt warm. You swore you’d lifted off the ground when his hands held your back, your hips, your waist. His lips against yours truly felt something like magic and you never wanted to leave this moment. A moment where his hair was silk between your fingers and his body became one with your’s.

Pulling back, Peter kept his arms around you, now taking the time and the close proximity to study you and your injuries; you learned to recognize the protective look in his eyes. His stare stopped and stuck itself to the dirt smudged between your breasts. He moved his right hand from your waist. Your shirt.. Peter couldn’t help but stare at the stain.

You couldn’t care less about it. What? You want it off? You joked, watching the immediate shift in his expression, and feeling the laughter he admitted through the tips of your fingers on his torso. Peter pulled you back into a kiss and you knew right then and there that things would be different.

Never in your life did you think you’d get so lucky as to meet Peter Parker, but now that you had him, you knew you’d never let him go.

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spongebobsh8e · 1 year

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Peter Parker x Male Reader

Request: Tom Holland's Peter Parker x Male reader where the reader is deaf and how Peter handles the relationship?

Hello, I’m so glad I got a request this early (I thought I would be waiting for weeks) I have seen this one before and it’s such a lovely trope! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. I will start with some Head cannons then at the end I will have a little story to go along.

Peter Parker x Deaf Male Reader

-The first time you met Peter was at school you sat next to him in your honors English 11 class.

-He sat next to you on the first day and noticed that you wore hearing aids. He thought it was cool and asked you about it. Like how they work, when you got them, and if you still knew sign language.

-He invited you over to the lunch table he normally sat at. Afterwards, you became friends with Ned and Mj as well.

-As time passed, you would hang out more and that’s when he asked you to teach him sign language. He wanted to know sign language so that when he was Spider-Man, he could still communicate with people who were deaf to help them.

-When you started teaching him sign language was when he started catching feelings for you. It started as a small crush, he admired your work ethic in and out of class and your openness with being deaf.

-The first day he came to terms with his crush was when he was hanging out with Ned building a new lego set together. Ned asked him about you and how you guys were getting pretty close pretty fast. That’s when it kind of hit Peter that he had a crush on you.

-The next few days after his revelation he kind of kept his distance from you, he would still meet for your lessons and talk to you in class but other than that, that was all the interaction he would allow himself.

-It was only when he was patrolling as Spider-Man that you two clicked. He found you walking alone and as the friendly neighborhood Spidey he made sure you got home safe. He knew you could take care of yourself but he also wanted to make sure he could help you if trouble started.

-Good thing Peter stayed around because you ended up getting mugged. He was able to stop the man before he could go off with your things. But sadly, your hearing aids had been broken because of the way the man had grabbed you.

-Peter went back over to you with your things in hand, and gave them to you. You looked up at him and signed a thank you. He was glad he took your classes and was able to hold a conversation with you. He even was offering to take you home, which you happily accepted.

-When he finally stopped at your apartment complex, you stopped him. You thanked him once more and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As Peter swung back to his house he vowed to never wash his face again.

A short story on how Peter would ask you out

. . Peter finally got the courage to ask you out during one of your weekly sign language lessons. He had taken the time out of his to practice asking you out in sign before he got to the actual lesson. When he arrived you noticed he was way more jumpy and nervous that day. When you sat down to pick up where you last left off he stopped you and asked if he could show you something he has been practicing. He took a deep breath and signed “Y/N will you go out on a date with me?” You looked at him wide eyed for a moment before smiling and nodding your head yes. You tackled him to the ground with a hug and started laughing. Peter joined in laughing with you on the ground. You finally stopped and rolled away from each other before you turned your head to see Peter looking at your lips. You looked him in the eyes and slowly drew him closer before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. When you broke away you held your foreheads together, you stayed like that for a while enjoying each other's company.

#marvel x male reader #male reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #marvel #deaf reader

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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I Spy (1/1) (the black brothers)

"Regulus get your hands off me," Sirius sneered as he tried to flail his way out of Regulus grasp to no avail.

"Just hush up for five bloody seconds will you?" Regulus snapped back.

Regulus opened the door to the closet and flung Sirius in before stepping inside himself and closing them both in.

"What is the matter with you," Sirius whispered angrily. He didn't know why he was whispering but something about a brotherly code of secrecy subconsciously took hold.

Regulus shushed him again, and then snapped his fingers to light a small floating flame, a trick he uses now to show off but one they learned to be able to have some light in the darkness of their childhood.

Regulus signed at Sirius to turn his hearing aids off. Sirius appraised his brother curiously, but did as he was told.

Regulus felt bad, it was hard to see in the dark, but Regulus knew signing was their best way to not be found.

His movements were fast and a rigid as he commanded Sirius: "Listen to me, you're going to go back out there an act like nothing happened except an argument. You aren't going to cry or get upset and you aren't going to seem even the tiniest bit phased."

Sirius couldn't say anything, didn't know what to say, so he kept staring intently at his younger brother. Regulus got even closer to Sirius, signing smaller and doing his best to convey the danger of this information.

"There's a spy-" Regulus began.

"Yes, you," Sirius signed back, though he didn't know he was interrupting. Regulus held a hand up and shook his head. Sirius stopped immediately.

"There's a spy... in the order. It's," Regulus paused. He was listening for footsteps or creaks in the floorboards, anything that might hint at someone listening. He didn't care if he had put on a silencing charm, he didn't care that the closet was impossibly locked from inside, he never really did trust anything--not even magic--completely.

Sirius' eyes were wide, mouth gapping. His mind simultaneously going a mile a minute and not being able to process anything at all. He wanted to prompt Regulus for the rest but he didn't dare move.

Regulus signed "it's the rat," hoping Sirius would know what he meant. And of course he did. He finger-spelled "p-e-t-e-r" back to Regulus who confirmed.

"You can't tell anyone, not even James," Regulus added afterwards.

They both let that hang between them. Together they just breathed into the silence. Minutes went by but it really could have been hours.

Sirius took a deep breath and steadied himself by exhaling slowly. "What are you going to do?" He signed to Regulus.

"It doesn't matter, but you- just you don't do anything alright. But don't trust him." Regulus replied hoping for dear life that Sirius would follow his instructions for once.

Sirius nodded, snuffed out the little flame, and hugged his brother hidden in the dark like they used to when they were small. Sirius turned his hearing aids back on, and whispered "take care brother," into the dark.

"Until next," Regulus replied. And Sirius stepped out of the closet, and after a beat Regulus stormed out of the house not looking back.

#the black brothers #uh oh we are in trouble #sirius black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #marauders #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #Peter's a rat #spy in the order #marauders era #Hogwarts #dead gay wizards #fanfic #deaf Sirius

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mail-me-a-snail · 1 year

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tfw ur dad takes u out on a ride on the trail and u end up meeting an old family friend and his son, who's about the only kid you've known who's your age .....

...and u end up becoming smthing like brothers ^_^ even after u both went thru individual horrors over the years

alameda n rocky (guy on bottom and kid on the right respectively) belong to @shrikeicee !!

#illustration #digital art #cowboy #cowboys #artists on tumblr #ocs #character design #mine #my art #my oc #warren summers #peter summers #oooo ....rotates them #peter is half deaf n blind

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the-river-rix · 11 months

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once again thinking about the deaf west production of bare: A Pop Opera that exists only in my mind (but vividly in my mind)

#bare a pop opera #bapo #deaf west theater #deaf musical theater #deaf theater #Joshua castille #Josh castille is such a fantastic actor #Joshua castille/chris mccarrell are my dream peter #argh I have so many thoughts abt this

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dogboyswrites · 2 years

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Hi! Maybe Peter Parker (tom Holland) x deaf male reader fluff, like they meet each other during summer and Peter totally fall in love so he decide to learn sign language. Have a nice day <3

Hi! Thank you for being my first request, I hope you enjoy it <3

Peter had been spending most of his summer either on missions with the rest of the avengers, on patrol, or just overall saving the city in one way or another. Today was the first day off he had in a while and he decided that he would spend it at his favorite comic store. He grabbed his backpack and headed out of his apartment making his way down the street.

After walking a few blocks Peter had made it to his current favorite store Uncanny Comics and More this place had everything that Peter could possibly want to spend his time on in one place. Specializing in comics they held a wide variety of genres but they also sold tabletop games, figurines, lego sets, movies, and so much merchandise. The back of the store even had a decently sized seating area where people could play together, read or simply just spend the day away, which was exactly what Peter was going to do.

Pushing the door open and making his way inside he could feel the cool air conditioning hit his skin. As he started to browse the isles he noticed the new employee working the front desk. He seemed to be around his age with his head resting on his hand staring off into space. Peter's hands started to sweat a bit probably just due to the summer heat that has been bothering all of New York this month.

A few more minutes of browsing and the employee was now standing on a ladder hanging up a few decorations around the store. Just as the young man was about to step on the top step a few people came from the back of the store and bumped into the ladder. Peter quickly took a few steps forward and successfully caught the employee into a bridal carry. Face to face both men flushed from both the adrenaline from the fall and the new found closeness.

“Are you okay? That could have been bad, I'm glad that I was there to catch you!” Peter started to ramble before the other man quickly grabbed his attention and pointed to a button on his shirt next to his name tag that read, “Hi! Im Deaf”. Y/N then took his open hand and pressed his fingers to his chin before moving his hand forward and downwards to Peter.

“Oh! Uh you’re welcome! I don’t know much sign language sorry”, said Peter, mouthing his words clearer than usual allowing Y/N to read his lips. The young man smiled and said, “That’s Okay” while signing at the same time. Y/N then pointed behind him to the comic series Peter had been interested in.

“Oh yeah! I just started this series. Do you like it? Or is there a different series you’d recommend?”.

Y/N started to grin while giving a large thumbs up before moving on to a different series picking up the first issue and handing it to Peter.

“Come talk to me about the comics sometime, let me know if you want any more recommendations, I can check you out over at the register”, Y/N signed as he spoke, quickly at first before slowing down as he noticed Peter paying attention to his hands.

As he was being checked out he noticed Y/N add a small piece of paper into his bag before handing it to him and wishing him a good day. Peter walked out of the store with a new plan for his day off, teaching himself some sign language.

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After reaching his apartment Peter had pulled out his laptop and after a few hours of practice was able to teach himself the ASL alphabet and a few common phrases. Finally deciding to take a break he rummaged through the plastic comic book bag and found the piece of paper at the bottom of the bag.

Thanks for saving me <3 xxx-xxx-xxx

Peter began to smile after reading the note, he couldn’t believe that he had actually gotten Y/N number. He made sure to text Y/N and from then they started a lengthy conversation about the series that Peter had been reading. The conversation gradually shifted from comics to about themselves and by the end of the night Peter had known that he absolutely had a crush on the comic book clerk.

After Y/N had gone to sleep he had made sure to study some more signs so that they could have an easier conversation together in person.

By the end of Peter’s day off he had already decided the first words he’d sign to Y/N, Hi, Do you want to go out on a date with me?

#x male reader #x male y/n #Spiderman x male reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #x deaf! reader

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unfinishedquestions · 10 months

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part one of my marauders disability series- deaf james <3

regulus’ is coming next

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bethesdaglitch · 7 months

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Boy I’ll tell ya hwat I am 0% interested in comic books and superheroes but I tried the new Spider Man 2 game and it is SO good. Do I know what’s going on? Not a clue. Do I get any of the references? Only bits and pieces I’ve gathered from my treasured tumblr mutuals. Have I consumed literally any other Spider Man-related media besides the classic films starring Tobey Maguire? Negative. Am I having the time of my life just swinging between New York skyscrapers and changing my costume like I’m playing some sort of Marvel-themed dress-up game? Fucking absolutely. 10/10

#I know Peter Parker #I know MJ #I know Harry #that’s the extent of my spider man knowledge #that being said I’m liking Miles way more #(just from what I’ve gathered from the game so far)#also WOW the side missions and stuff are so creative!!!! I love it!!!#playing as Hailey (who’s deaf) was especially cool #and learning about the Harlem music scene was so fun #and a few of them even made me tear up which I was not expecting from a spider man video game #spider man 2 #spider man 2 ps5

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goldeneyedgirl · 8 months

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@sonyawixI am so so sorry about your earring. If it's a pair or you have a photo, I know there are people on etsy who can recreate one for you!

However, let me see what I can do...

divorced jalice.

He braces himself on the deck railing as he stares out into the night. He looks haunted, honestly, and she almost feels bad for him.

“That wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” she begins gently, and he just shakes his head.

“How long?” His voice is hoarse and for a moment she wonders if he’s fighting back tears. “How long has this been going on?”

“Six and a half years.” She moves closer slowly, like he’s a wild animal, too easily spooked. “My doctor is great, I’m doing well. I just wanted Carlisle’s opinion on if I needed to bump up an appointment, it isn’t a big deal.”

He still hasn’t looked at her.

“When did you find out?” He’s so tense, she’s surprised he hasn’t hit something yet.

“Six and a half years ago,” she replies. Don’t get specific, Jasper, you’ll just upset yourself. Please.

“Before or… after?”

That’s when he looks at her, and the raw pain in his eyes cuts her. She wants to lie to him, offer him some comfort, but she can’t and she won’t. She’s been protecting him from the full picture for so long, has let him live with the easy reality that she gave up on him and on them because he was an addict and a cheater.

She moves closer to him. “Why does that matter?”

He shakes his head. “Because the fact that you were… you were that fucking sick and I didn’t notice? That you had to walk away from everything… god, I know Rose and Bella cut you out. I know they blamed you for months until Rose worked out that I was having an affair, and then we couldn’t fucking find you. You could have been dead and I wouldn’t have known…”

“You were still my next of kin, you would have been told,” she offers lamely, and he just stares at her again.

“You had no one, Alice. You didn’t even have your own home,” he says through gritted teeth. “When did you know?”

“Before the divorce was finalised.” The words she says are firm, determined and they both know that she’s dancing around the truth, and he feels so sick.

“It was why you left, wasn’t it?”

She closes her eyes to steel herself for what she says next. “I… I knew that nothing was going to change between us until you knew you had a problem. Maria hurt my ego, but the drugs Jas… They changed you. And I could manage that better when I was healthy but when I found out that it was serious, I realised that I needed to … to put on my own life vest first. How ugly do you think it would have gotten if I had stayed? My recovery was long, Jasper. It would have been a disaster. I made the best choice I could with what I had.”

He nods once but he looks so miserable, she wants to hold him.

“Why didn’t you tell everyone the truth? About everything?” He finally asks. “You know Esme and Carlisle would have taken care of you, and Bella, and…”

“Because they were your family and you needed them. My family came through for me when I needed them to.”

“With money. Health insurance. Have you actually seen them in person?” His voice is laced with anger and she feels tired. She didn’t want this conversation to happen like this. She had it planned out, had it prepared in nice, easy pieces so that it didn’t have to hurt like this.

The best laid plans.

“No, Mom and I email each other. I think she sent flowers once? Maybe she just talked about it. But I didn’t want to see them, Jasper. If healthcare in this country wasn’t so awful, I wouldn’t have spoken to them at all.”

“So you were alone.”

“Jasper, I honestly wasn’t well enough to care or notice for most of it. You’re making this a much bigger deal than it is.” That’s when she reaches out to touch his arm, but he pulls away.

“I need to go,” he says suddenly, straightening. He still isn’t looking at her. “I just… need to go.”

“No.” She’s shaking her head and turning back to go inside, for the whole Cullen family to look at her with pity and curiosity in their eyes. “I’ll go. You stay here with your family, and you call Peter, okay? I’ll call an Uber and we’ll talk in a couple of days. I don’t want to be the reason you break your sobriety, okay?”

deaf mary-alice.

Seeing Jasper again is like... it's like the world is back in colour. It's a cliche, thinking like that, but she can't help it - she missed him so bad it was like someone had taken off a limb. She just kind of... adapted. It was easier knowing that he was safe and he was healing; she could watch her and see him getting better, and she convinced herself that it was selfish to want anything more than his safety and happiness. That it was enough to keep her going.

How many times had Maria and the other older soldiers reminded her that no one had any use for a defective vampire? That she would make any coven vulnerable and they'd turn her away, and that she was safer with Maria?

(The last night was supposed to be special but it all went wrong. They only got a little while to sit and talk before it was over. She regretted that. She wanted to send him off with the memory of her touch, with her kiss. That he would remember that he was treasured. Instead... well, sometimes the future changes and she just has to live with that.)

She lives in a quiet world with everyone gone. Maria still talks to her, but mostly she's expected to lip-read and that's all orders and stuff. No one wants a conversation, so she just stops bothering. Maria lets her keep the Major's quarters and his books. At lot of them are hard to understand, and slow to read, but she tries. She draws a lot, when there's chalk and paper. She fights and trains and hunts. It's a small life, a quiet life, but it's hers. The future doesn't show her ever having anything more, so she just appreciates what she has.

What she had.

It's been decades by the time that Peter and Charlotte just... show up. She's never been so pleased to see them before, talking to Maria like they didn't flee in terror. She cannot help herself, the way she half-tackles them, hugging them so tightly. They look wonderful and Peter laughs at her, fumbles through what he remembers of her language, and Charlotte seems a little sad at her excitement.

(Charlotte's wearing a top that has little flowers on it, it's clean, and she smells so nice. Even shoes! And fancy little pins for her hair!)

She's not paying attention to Maria's conversation with Peter until Maria taps her shoulder and signs the words.

You can go North with Peter and Charlotte, Mary-Alice. You've done well.

It's the biggest compliment that Maria has ever given her and the words take a moment to settle her brain. North?

Charlotte smiles at her and tells her, she can go and see the Major.

And that was terrifying. North to see the Major.

She'd nearly asked to stay with Maria.

What if... what if the Major didn't want her? What if he'd forgotten her?

What if he had a mate? She hadn't checked on him in a while - sometimes it was hard - and maybe the Cullens had found him some pretty girl who could talk and hear and sing.

Her stomach had been in knots and it had taken every ounce of her bravery to agree to go North. Something new, something different.

(She couldn't bring herself to Look because she was terrified about what she would find.)

And then she got there, arrived at him home, and he remembered her.

He remembered her and he was happy to see her. He had missed her, he still cared.

(He still knew their words, still smelt the same, and held her so tight like he was making sure she couldn't get away. It was like the world had flipped the right way up.)

She presses herself so close to him, holds him so tight, only lets go to speak. “Maria sent me, said I could come be with you now. You went north and I was lonely. No one spoke to me like you.”

She doesn't even care about the Cullens watching them, watching her tell him she missed him and loved him, watching his hands fall into the old words.

(The Cullens are... nice. She remembers them from her early visions, and what she knows of them, they are no threat. She can lipread some of what they say; she can see their eyes follow how she holds onto Jasper, how eagerly she speaks with him. But they smile and welcome her into the house, into the home, and maybe something is finally going right for her. Maybe the world just got a little bit bigger).

anathema.

We sat together on the couch, talking about superficial topics at first - he went by Jasper Hale, not Cullen, as part of their cover story of adopted and fostered children. He had drawn the short straw, and had to attend Forks as a sophomore this year - luckily, the school year was more than half over. He was originally from Texas, but the Cullens’ most recent residence was Alaska.

“That night in the field when you fainted,” Jasper began. “You mentioned something… you have some kind of gift?”

I nodded. “I sometimes get knowledge of things that might happen,” I said, twisting to face him on the couch, crossing my legs. “I might wake up with the absolute certainty that a client is going to smash a vase, or that Charlie Swan is going to have a flat tire. It very, very rarely happens when I’m awake.”

“But it did the other night?” Jasper looked so serious. “It caused a seizure.”

I looked at my lap. “When decisions change rapidly, my mind just shuts down,” I explained. “I kind of just… shut down. It’s happened before, but that was kind of an extreme episode. I’m fine.”

He watches me with this look on his face that I cannot decipher; almost affectionate. He reaches out to gently take my hand.

“As long as you’re okay.”

—

The Cullens come over to speak with Freddie on Friday night, and I am buzzing - I can’t stop moving and fussing and asking questions, and Dulcie is going to strangle me when I am too nervous to eat dinner.

I break two plates washing the dishes, and Freddie is quick to redeploy me to drying up before we run out of flatware.

“You’ll stay up here for the meeting, Alice,” he informs me with a sternness that is alien to me, when he catches me watching the clock.

“What?” I promptly drop a mug, and Dulcie plucks the dishcloth out of my hands. “But…”

“No buts. This discussion does not involve you,” he says. “Go and study, make sure that you make a convincing high school student.” He’s sour tonight, grim, and I am reminded of the days after Jeanie’s death.

I am desperate to see Jasper again, but I don’t want to push my uncle too far. I don’t want this to hurt him more than it already is.

“Can I call Cynthia?” I ask, as I pause to get myself a soda out of the fridge - more habitual than anything else.

“Tomorrow,” Dulcie says kindly, and nods for me to leave.

My room seems small and stale now that I am virtually trapped in it for the evening. I have the little drawing Jasper did of me on the scrap of paper taped to my mirror, and the flowers he brought me that have wilted. Nothing Freddie would notice as out of place. Dulcie tells me my bedroom reminds her of a thrift store - so many little treasures cluttering up the surfaces. It’s a good way to hide things in plain sight.

I could watch a movie in the living room, but that holds less appeal than my room. Instead, I pick up the books Dulcie bought me, left stacked neatly on my desk. They don’t hold my interest for more than a casual flip through - I was never taught Spanish or Algebra, and I have little patience for History, or for Chemistry, especially when I handle chemicals every day of my life. I should be working my way through the reading list Sue brought over, but it’s dull work and almost enough to convince me not to bother with high school at all.

But Jasper…

I am making my way bravely through Romeo and Juliet when Dulcie brings me in a slice of cake, her hand running through my curls gently. “He worries so much about you,” she said kindly. “He’s just nervous.”

I nod, taking a bite of the cake before I reply. “I know, it’s just… different. I know with my whole heart that Jasper would burn this town to the ground before he hurt me. I am never more safe than I am when I’m with him.”

—

Dulcie is officially my partner in crime; the door isn’t latched, so there’s no sound as I creep out of the apartment and down to the landing.

I crouch on the landing of the stairs; with the lights off, Freddie and Jeanie couldn’t spot me but the Cullens do and Carlisle winks at me. I probably look like a child, with my hair in curly pigtails and in a giant pink sweater.

“Alice is a child,” Freddie insisted, looking older than I had ever seen him. “She might not look like it but…”

“How old is Alice?” Carlisle asked gently, and Freddie looked at the ground.

“You need to tell them the truth, Fred,” Dulcie said gently. “If nothing else, they can protect her when we can’t.”

“Protect her from what?” Edward asks, and I want to echo that question.

Freddie takes a shuddering breath. “Her mother… Alice’s father was a vampire that stalked and raped her mother. Lilian did not survive the birth, and Alice was… not a normal child.”

“That’s impossible.” The blonde, Rosalie, snaps but Carlisle holds his hand up.

“Please, Mr Brandon, continue.”

“She grew so fast - by her first birthday, she looked like a perfectly healthy three year old. We brought her here to Forks because Jeanne had a family home out near Noah Bay. When she was born, she was… she was aware of us. Does that make sense? She reached for her mother, but Lillian was dead by then.

“She didn’t eat for weeks because she … she wanted blood. That was our line in the sand, we couldn’t do that for her. I have no idea how Jeanne managed to get her to take milk and human food, but we got past it. Jeanne always wondered if Alice was so small because we accidentally stunted her growth.”

My hands were shaking.

No one had ever told me any of this before.

#asks #my fic: divorced jalice #my fic: anathema #my fic: deaf mary-alice #we've had some retcons in anathema #just cleaning up the lore a little #ask box failures #deaf mary-alice is a beacon of sunshine and just Happy To Be Here #peter is jasper's sponsor in divorced alice not sure if that came up yet #anathema alice has a few unpleasant truths coming her way

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steele-soulmate · 2 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

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

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1104

“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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milimeters-morales · 1 year

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(ACAU) Matt, trying to find Miles: *making clicking noises*

Peter, secretly following him: what is this dumbass doing…

Miles, secretly watching them both try to find him: what are those dumbasses doing…

#matt: maybe making cat/spider noise will help me find him / miles (a dead guy): ?#*DEAF I MEANT DEAF #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #peter parker #matt murdock #daredevil #actual cryptid au

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sapphireginger · 10 months

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Title: A Mattress for My Omega

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning/Tags:

Slurs

Bigotry

Summary:

A roar was trying to escape from Peter's very pissed off wolf, but he snarled instead which was just as fear inducing. “How dare you!” the alpha snapped. “Do you always speak in such a way to your customers?”

“Only the special ones, sir. Now as I said you—”

“Watch yourself. I am well aware of what you think of my mate but if you can’t keep such vile things inside your head, I’d be happy to remove your tongue. How does that sound?”

The manager went pale and shook his head though he did not budge from his place, staring down the alpha. “Then I must ask you to leave. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this establishment.”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Omegaverse AU

Peter had decided that today was the day he would be taking Stiles to the mattress store to pick up the perfect mattress for their new bed. They had just finalized everything and wanted to settle fully into their new home. They could even call themselves homeowners now. Stiles hadn’t wanted to move from their small apartment in the city until they could afford to own a home. Then they wouldn’t have to move again and could start a family.

As they drove to the store, Stiles was practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. It made Peter chuckle softly. He laced their fingers together and kissed the back of Stiles’s hand, loving the way Stiles’s cheeks turned pink and he stilled for a moment or two before fidgeting again. Peter didn’t mind a bit though as he was of the opinion that there were few things as adorable as an excited Stiles.

It seemed, however, not everyone was as enamored with his omega’s adorableness as not even ten minutes after they entered the store, the manager was storming over with an annoyed expression on his face. The expression grew when Stiles insisted on curling up on every single mattress.

Peter stood in front of the mattress the omega had just laid down on and let out a low warning growl at the hostile human manager. No one was going to step within a dozen feet of Peter’s omega acting like that. “Sir, you should get your omega under control. I hardly think he needs to test them all out. Perhaps, the speakeasy would be more to your liking if all he wants is to lay on his back and spread his legs.

“Only the special ones, sir. Now as I said you—”

“Watch yourself. I am well aware of what you think of my mate but if you can’t keep such vile things inside your head, I’d be happy to remove your tongue. How does that sound?”

The manager went pale and shook his head though he did not budge from his place, staring down the alpha. “Then I must ask you to leave. I would be happy to point you to the speakeasy. It's just a few blocks over. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this establishment.”

Peter’s gaze narrowed. “Is it? You see, I don't think that’s true at all. The mattresses all have coverings and there are signs that allow people to test them out.” He stepped closer, loving how the man seemed to flinch. “I think you are an archaist and prefer your idea of omegas. I assure you I won’t fall in line with such bigotry. You may be satisfied with your little housewife, having her all barefoot and pregnant, cleaning, cooking and pretending to be satisfied with your subpar fucking but that’s not for me. I love my mate. He’s a genius, kind, loyal and so fucking adorable. He loves with everything he has and when the time comes that he decides he's ready to have children, we’ll make the smartest and most beautiful babies to ever exist.”

With a clenched jaw, the manager sent a look to the alpha that said more than his vitriol ever could. Thankfully he said nothing else to his detriment regardless of the fact that Peter could tell he wanted to.

Satisfied the man had been put in his place for the time being, Peter flicked his gaze to his mate who had just gotten up. Stiles looked at Peter and shook his head. Apparently, that mattress wasn’t the one and the alpha chuckled when Stiles hurried to the next one. He was glad his omega hadn’t caught onto the tension just yet though Peter was sure he would soon. For now, the alpha was content to let him try and find the perfect mattress for nesting.

Just as the manager was gearing for another argument, a woman nearby let out a soft cooing sound. “Aww. So cute! Such a sweet little omega.” She met Peter’s gaze. “Nesting time, is it? Such a special time for mates. Intimate too.”

Peter puffed out his chest in pride and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She laughed softly and nodded her approval. “Such a lucky omega to have such a loving alpha.” She turned to her son who screamed alpha. “That man there with the blue eyes is the kind of alpha I want you to be, sweetheart.” She glared at the manager and shook her head. “Not like the one without a heart.”

Peter smirked and the manager turned around, his face flaming with mortification. It wasn’t until Peter scented fury that the alpha followed the manager’s gaze. There in the middle of the plushest and best mattress was Peter’s sweet little omega. Stiles was curled up and purring softly. It seemed they had found the right mattress.

With a grin Peter made his way over to his mate, gently brushing his fingers against Stiles’s shoulder and then his cheek.

Stiles looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded and offered a sweet smile.

> Is this the one my darling?

Peter signed.

Stiles smiled and nodded, but just as easily as the smile came it disappeared as the omega caught the scent of his alpha’s anger and whimpered softly in question.

> It's nothing dearheart. Just another bigot who has opinions on omegas.

> You’re upset though. So, it’s not nothing. What happened?

It was only then that the manager realized the omega was deaf. He immediately felt ashamed of his behavior. His opinions about omegas had not changed but he did feel like an asshole for the inconsiderate way he had approached it. Of course, the omega needed to touch the mattresses to feel them out. After all, not having one of his senses made the comfortableness of the mattress even more important.

When the mated pair approached the front, the manager attempted to offer them a discount. He only took beginning sign language but his attempts to save the situation meant he fumbled and ended up calling them both assholes.

Stiles snorted and signed to his mate.

> Assholes? Really? Coming from him, that's hilarious.

> He’s not wrong.

Peter signed back.

> True. Should we tell him or let it go?

> Let it go.

> He may sign that to someone else.

Peter smirked.

> Exactly. Maybe he’ll learn.

> Doubtful. It's more likely he’ll end up getting his ass handed to him.

> An alpha can dream.

Stiles silently guffawed, Peter snickering and the two of them were nearly in tears from laughing so hard. It made Peter preen to which Stiles playfully rolled his eyes. The two of them were taking great pleasure in the way the manager’s scent grew more and more thick with nerves.

“Sir?” the manager said when the two men didn’t say anything to him. “About the discount?”

Peter glanced at his mate and Stiles, who had tried to read the man’s lips just shook his head.

> I don’t want to get it here. We weren’t doing anything wrong by testing the mattresses. He was rude. I could tell by the way our bond flared. He made you angry and called us assholes. So, we can go get one from that store you like.

Peter grinned, kissed his mate soundly and looked at the man making sure to sign at the same time.

> My mate has decided not to purchase a mattress here. Every person who comes through that door should be treated with respect and understanding. Your tune only changed when you found out he was deaf.

Stiles scoffed.

> And because people saw how cute I was curled up on the mattress.

> You’re always cute darling.

> Always? Am I the cutest you ever saw?

Peter fondly rolled his eyes at the way his mate dramatically fluttered his eyelashes.

> You know you are you little brat.

> You love me.

With a grin, one reserved only for his mate, Peter traced Stiles’s bottom lip.

> I do indeed.

> That and I make the best white chocolate chip waffles.

Peter chuckles.

> That too.

He turned his attention to the manager and sent the man a sharp smile. “Good day.”

With that, the alpha and omega mates left the store, leaving the manager to sigh and curse the loss of sale.

One of the workers, a teen beta, approached him not even five minutes later. “Boss?”

“What?!” the man snapped, not in the mood for the teen who he despised. Everyone knew betas were a dime a dozen and—

“Did you know that was Peter Hale?”

“Who?”

“You don’t know? He’s only the most famous lawyer and former actor in America.”

Once again, the manager’s face paled, now nearly as white as a ghost. “WHAT?! That was—He’s the—Oh fuck!”

“Not to mention the foundation he started to help at risk omegas, abandoned omegas and omegas with trauma. He also opened a daycare center just down the street from their new home. Apparently, his mate loves children and wants to renew his teaching certificate so he can work with them again.”

“Oh, kill me now. What have I done?!”

Another worker snorted, loving the trouble their manager had landed himself in. Served him right in her opinion. “Not to mention Mieczyslaw Hale, a world-renowned author and deaf rights activist among other things. Oh! His father is the FBI Director, and his sister is a Navy Seal, while his brother-in-law is a brain surgeon, and his cousin is a missionary who founded an orphanage in Ecuador.”

The beta teen grinned. “That’s right! Don't forget that his best friend won the Fields Medal in Mathematics and she’s an omega too!” The two workers looked right at their manager when they stated that fact.

The manager leaned heavily against the front counter, feeling as though he might faint. “Why didn’t anyone say anything?”

The two workers exchanged a look. “Well, Boss, they're right. This isn’t the first time you’ve acted that way. No offense but yeah.” The teen beta sure didn’t pull his punches.

“How dare you! You’re fi—”

“Actually,” the other teen cut in, “We both quit. We accepted job offers last week but our new boss offered to let us give you one more chance.”

They handed in their name tags, shucked their vests and shrugged. The girl spoke up. “Also, we’re omegas too. We wore scent blockers to protect ourselves.”

“Protect yourselves? From what?!”

Both teens stared him down. “People like you.”

They walked out and the manager hung his head, massaging his temples. This day couldn’t get any worse.

The woman from earlier who had praised the alpha and cooed at the omega, smiled at her phone as she headed to the door, her son’s hand in hers. The boy sent the manager such a disgusted and disappointed look that seemed so out of place on the face of one so young.

Just as she reached the door, the woman paused and sighed softly. “Such an adorable omega. To think he found the mattress he needed for nesting and turned it down. I don’t blame him but he sure is cute.” She turned her phone and the manager saw that she had taken a picture.

He had half a mind to ask her to send it to him so that he could use it for promotion but that would mean asking the omega for permission and he was not touching that with a ten foot pole. “Discount ma’am?”

With an incredulous look followed by a laugh, she shook her head.

> Not interested.

She signed and left with her son in tow, the boy watching the manager as he signed.

> Later asshole.

#steter-stackson-bingo #steter #square filled:#omegaverse au #omega stiles stilinski #alpha peter hale #omegaverse #slurs #bigotry #nesting #protective peter hale #deaf stiles stilinski #adorable stiles stilinski #sign language

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patheticbatman · 5 months

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I’m not really a doll blog but I finished my painted dolls a couple weeks ago and I think I’m going to do a little photoshoot with them soon! They make me so happy :D

Below the cut are them all laid out for basic pictures, I’ll probably do the more ‘for show’ pictures later this week. The spot where I want to place them doesn’t have good lighting and it’s too dark now and I’ll be away for the next couple days.

All of them together, plus a few small animal toys :)

Order of the smaller dolls (which is chronological from when their movies came out and in order of appearance) is as follows: Snow White, Cinderella, Alice, Wendy, Aurora, Eilonwy, Ariel (Jodi Benson), Belle, Jasmine, Olly the Octopus and Gabriella (attempt at human form) from the Little Mermaid tv show, Pocahontas/Matoaka, Esmeralda, Mulan, Melody (Little Mermaid II, attempted human form, see bottom of post for a context picture), Kida, Jane (Peter Pan II), Giselle, Tiana, Rapunzel, Merida, Vanellope, Sofía, Amber (Sofía the First’s stepsister), Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Sven, Olaf, Elena, Moana, Raya, Namaari, Sisu, Mirabel, Dolores, Isabela, Luisa, Shuri, Ariel (Halle Bailey) and Asha!

Big dolls are Kit Kittredge in a Barbie dress, Big Raya and Big Ariel.

These guys are just The Little Mermaid crew together. Left to right it’s Big Ariel, Ariel (Halle Bailey), Jariel (Jodi Benson), Melody, Olly and Gabriella. Here is a picture of Gabriella in case you didn’t recognize her. She wasn’t a huge character but she’s a favorite of mine, and has an interesting creation backstory.

Below are close ups of the painted girls, in alphabetical order

Alice, Ariel (Halle Bailey), Asha, Dolores, Eilonwy

Alice is an Elsa head (Young Elsa, Yelsa, in Blue dress with hair flattened to be not a braid) with Belle’s blue dress. Ariel was a Moana doll. Asha is a Moana doll with an Elsa body (final white outfit from Frozen II, Welsa) and a bag made of hot glue on the side. Dolores is a Kristoff head (for the ears) with a Tiana bun (see Tiana) and Belle’s yellow dress, with hot glue used to make her bow. And Eilonwy is a Kristoff head (luck of the draw) with hair added via hot glue strips and an Anna dress (green Queen dress from Frozen II, Granna).

Esmeralda, Olly and Gabriella (since he is her sign language interpreter, he stays with her :D)

Esmeralda was an Ariel doll with her ribbon made from hot glue. Olly is play dough, hot glue, paint and a spray on gloss. Gabriella was a Snow White doll. I decided to give her a human body because I already had human bodies. She doesn’t have silver in her original outfit but I added it because I thought it looked nice. The other colors should match.

Giselle, Isabela, Jane, Kida, Luisa

Giselle has an Anna head (Anna in her purple overcoat outfit from Frozen II, Panna) with an Aurora body. Isabela has a Welsa head with a Rapunzel body, and a nose arch added via hot glue. Jane is a Granna head with a Panna body. Kida is an Aurora head with a Moana body - the belt in the middle is made of hot glue. Luisa was a Cinderella doll but I added triceps (?) via hot glue.

Melody, Mirabel, Raya, Shuri

The original Disney Princess dolls who had pants (Jasmine and Kristoff, arguably Pocahontas) were either rarer (J&P) or came with less desirable heads (K) so Melody did not get real pants. Instead, she was a Cinderella head and a Tiana body with her pants painted onto the dress’s skirt. Mirabel was a Belle doll (I cut off the midsection of her hair and attached the ends to the top, making it look curly) with glasses painted on. Namaari was a Jasmine doll with a belt and earring added via hot glue (had to cut a lot of her hair off. And Shuri was a Tiana head (See Tiana) and a Kristoff body. She’s probably my favorite to have worked on. You can’t really see it in this picture, but if you look at the picture with everyone, she has a purple heart (for the heart shaped herb) in one hand and is holding a blue bracelet (like the one Namor gave her, made from his magic vibranium plant) in the other.

Sisu, Sofia, Tiana, Vanellope & Wendy

Sisu has a Rapunzel head and a Kristoff body. Sofia was a Belle doll. Tiana - see the below paragraph. Vanellope was an Anna head (the blue dress when she met Hans, Banna) with a Yelsa dress, the ponytail being made of hot glue. And Wendy was a Belle (from the Blue outfit) head and a Banna dress.

So there were occasional discrepancies with the official Disney Princess dolls (too much glitter, crowns when they never head crowns, often painted pink on spots where they never had pink) but for some reason they made Tiana wrong and gave her two buns! One on each since of her head. It was cute, but too inaccurate for me!

So I cut both off of my original Tiana, repasted one right behind her crown, and the other on Dolores’s head. And then when I decided to do Shuri (very last minute decision) i just cut off her buns and pasted them one behind the other in the middle of her head, to mirror the below hairstyle better. The curl was part of the face and looked cute so I kept it on both Tiana heads.

(Additionally I accidentally rubbed an eye off of Tiana’s face so the scullers is slightly repainted)

So those are my dolls! If you look through my blog you’ll probably find some progress pictures. I actually took Asha and Kida with me to see Wish, because I was finished with them by then :).

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