#glimmer is chubby and that’s how we like her.
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⸻ 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃; a.arlert x black reader
(ও) synopsis; why were you going back to him again and again? maybe it was because you loved him but it was clear he didn’t love you
(ও) warnings; black fem!reader, uses she/her pronouns, thick/chubby reader, slight angst, friends with benefits relationship, one-sided feelings, emotionally-closed off!armin (but like not really?) , toxic!armin, smut warnings; fingering, dirty talk, riding, car sex, public sex, handjob, rough sex, unsafe sex
(ও) author’s note; hey! i’m back with another armin fic, this one is kinda angsty though but y’know armin brainrot🤭 also lyrics are in bold & italics
wc; 2.7k
the thing is you were in love with one armin arlert. you were and you couldn’t deny it anymore and with that, you suddenly knew how you got here, in the back of his car being fucked even though he didn’t love you back.
you and armin were in college but you’ve known each other for a long time and over that time you caught yourself being infatuated with him but then the infatuation turned into a crush and then that crush turned into love and fuck, if that wasn’t a bad idea.
see, armin for as long as you’ve known him — he’s always been emotionally closed off, he never really smiled and you couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad or even angry. he was just kinda void? void of all emotions and feelings so you wondered why you were in love with him.
all that wander went away when he showed just a tiny bit of emotion with you whether it was when you watched his favorite anime and you asked him questions and you could see the glimmer in his eyes and a small smile or when he got your favorite snacks and you said thank you and hugged him tightly.
everything changed so quickly. one night you went over to his house in tears and clinging onto his shirt as he stood there awkwardly and rubbed your back. as you both sat on his bed, you told him that your boyfriend at the time cheated on you and to your surprise he was seething.
that was the first time you’d seen armin angry. you were used to his stoic expressions and cold demeanor but this was different. he wanted to go after that man and hurt him but you quickly jumped up and stopped him because you didn’t want armin out there getting himself into trouble.
your fingers curled in his shirt as you stood in front of his bedroom door, blocking him from going out. you felt his hands grip your waist and pull you close to him — the surprise on your face was evident as he lifted your chin with his finger and kissed you senselessly.
you sighed into the kiss, your thighs clenched together hoping to stop your leaking pussy but to no avail and it wouldn’t have mattered anyways because his hands found their way to your soaked panties and started to play with your drenched pussy.
you didn’t think the whole thing through.
you didn’t think about it when he licked up every single drop of wetness that seeped from your pussy, you didn’t think about it when you were mouthing over his dick through his boxers before he got tired and put it in your mouth and fucked your throat. you definitely didn’t think about it when your thighs were over his shoulders and you were screaming his name. no, not at all.
you thought about it all when you left in the morning with hickies littering your neck and a limp to match your mood. you thought about the whole night when you left him laying in his bed still asleep without saying bye.
you wanted to know what the hype was all about
so i came by
then we fucked a little bit and i was out
did not say bye
all of it had been in your mind for days on end. it was worth it but should you do it again?
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it happened again.
this time you knew why. maybe you did it on purpose to gain his attention but it worked, it worked all too well. after the first time, armin called you countless times to talk about how you left things but you couldn’t talk about it yet, you couldn’t talk about how he fucked you better than any of your boyfriends, not yet.
and yet, here you were, dancing on some random guy at a frat party to gain armin’s attention — you didn’t even know what you were doing but you knew you wanted him so badly. the guy you were dancing with wasn’t even aware that you were using him, no, he didn’t know but it didn’t matter.
what mattered was the piercing gaze of blue eyes that watched your every moment, the calculating gaze not moving away from your body and how it moved. his eyes searching every part of you from your tits that sat prettily in that tank crop you wore to the mini skirt that looked like a belt and down to your thick thighs that he wanted to feel around his head again.
before you knew it, the man you were dancing with was on the ground and armin was dragging you upstairs to the nearest bedroom in the house. “you thought i wouldn’t know that you’re trying to get my attention? acting like a slut in front of everyone just for me.” he spat out once he closed the door and locked it.
you just crossed your arms with a small pout, “who said i was doing it for you?” you lied and he could tell.
“you left me alone in my bed after our night together and you just thought i would forget, that i would let you go? fuck, no. you’re mine.”
the shiver that went through your body should’ve been illegal but hearing him say that was the highlight of your night, “yours? who said that?”
he chuckled, “i did.”
then his lips crashed into yours and you immediately grabbed onto his shoulders and kissed him back. his tongue sliding into your mouth next to yours made every intrusive thought go away and again, you weren’t thinking about the consequences.
not when his dick was sliding in and out of your pussy so deliciously dragging against your walls and making your toes curl, “armin, mmph!! yes, right there!”
his hips snapped against yours and you just laid there and took it all, took every rough snap of his hips, took every slap to your cheeks and you screamed his name so everyone in that house knew just how good his dick was.
this is more than a friendship
now i made it awkward
why did you let me do it?
i made it, i make awkward
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there was another time but that time you wanted to end it because your feelings started to get involved and you’re relationship was nothing more than two friends who occasionally fuck each other and it was hurting you.
but armin didn’t care. no, not even a little bit.
you watched as some girl you’ve never met before went up to armin and started to flirt with him and he was flirting back with her, with no regard for you and your feelings about it.
he still took you back to his place and you guys still fucked as usual but you felt off, you were jealous. jealous of that girl who spent the whole flirting with armin and armin who let her instead of pushing her away and saying that he was already in a relationship— but that wasn’t what this was.
you felt him cum inside you and as he caught his breath and pulled out, you contemplated asking him about the girl but would he even tell you? usually, he had a way of making you forget your worries, and usually, they didn’t trouble you like this.
“min?”
he hummed in response, his eyes closed and his arm around your waist.
“who was that girl? the one you were talking to on campus?” your heart beating so fast against your rib cage and it wasn’t because of the sex.
he quirked an eyebrow, “who? annie?”
“i guess. the blonde one?”
“yeah, annie. what about her?” armin asked, confused by the random question.
how would you ask without sounding jealous? or without trying to be possessive of your fuck buddy? “are you guys together?”
his eyes snapped to yours and he looked surprised that you asked that but he also looked guilty. you could slowly feel your heart start to break and for what? you guys weren’t together, this whole thing was just occasional, you didn’t even fuck every day but you were with each other every day and he made you feel special like no one else did.
fuck, you really did love him.
“no, we aren't but we fucked before. if that’s what you mean,” he said it so casually like it didn’t mean anything but it meant something to you because while you were waiting on him, he was with her and that was a huge slap to the face.
that alone spiraled into something more. you argued, there were tears involved on your end and a bunch of yelling on armin’s end.
“you were fucking her this whole time? were you just playing with me?” you were angry.
“why does it matter? i’m with you! i’m with you right now and i’ll be with you tomorrow.”
“fuck you, armin.” you never meant to say that but it came out.
that night you left him, just like the first time. armin yelled after you, he wanted you to come back and it was hard to just keep walking as you heard him call your name in the dead of night.
that was three months ago.
i cannot love everybody, but you isn’t anybody
you look at me different, so i let you see my body
(body, body, body)
now we don’t speak at all
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you couldn’t deny that you missed armin and it was fucked up how things conspired but you thought it was for the best.
it was for the best…
it was for the best, right?
if it was for the best then why were you closing the door to armin’s car that was parked across the street from your house? why were you nervous to see him after three months of ignoring him?
what were you doing?
you sat in the passenger seat waiting for a pin to drop, it felt like forever before one of you said something, “why’d you call me?” you asked, hoping you’d like the answer.
“i missed you.”
you scoffed, “no you didn’t, i’ve seen you with annie. you didn’t miss me.”
he chuckled, “you been watching me? i’m flattered.”
you rolled your eyes and looked away, “she know you here with me?”
he shook his head, “nah she doesn’t know and she doesn’t have to know either.”
you laughed bitterly, “fuck you mean? armin, you hurt me. you can’t just keep coming back and neither can i because i can’t do this.”
you moved to get out of the car but armin’s hands were on your face and pulling you into a kiss, you wanted to pull away and leave but your mind just shouted at you to stay.
fuck, you missed him.
you loved him.
his blue eyes becoming black from the arousal bubbling within him as he pulled back to look at you, you were drawn in again, just like before. you couldn’t take it anymore and you just had to get it out of your system, “we can’t keep doing this, you’re not mine and you can’t keep telling me that i’m yours when all you wanna do is fuck me.”
he didn’t listen and neither did you. he was back to kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours and you quietly moaned into the kiss. your hands landing on his thighs and caressing them softly through his jeans, his hands cradling your face and pulling you impossibly closer.
your hands fumbled with his zipper as you tried to quickly unbutton them, you were starting to grow desperate and you just needed him right then, his hip lifting on their own accord so you could pull down his pants and start to touch him. you didn’t realize how much you missed touching him until you were touching him again.
your hands continued to pull at his boxers while your lips stayed locked with each other, you pulled away as your hand wrapped around his hardening dick — his tip leaking precum and it looked so beautiful.
armin pushed his hair back and groaned softly, his dick twitching in your hand, more precum oozing from his tip and down his shaft making the glide so much smoother. his lips met yours again and you both moaned into the kiss, teeth clacking together as armin kept moaning and groaning while your hand moved up and down.
your fist tight around him and jerking him fully, hoping to make him cum, he pulled your hand off and kissed your neck, sucking softly before pulling away, “wanna cum inside you.”
you moaned loudly, your pussy pulsing and clit twitching at the thought of armin cumming inside you. you hadn’t felt him in months and you wanted to relish in the feeling of him sliding in and out of you.
the craziest thing about this whole thing was the toxicity and the absurdity of the situation but you couldn’t care, no thoughts resided in your head as you both moved to the backseat and you threw your shorts and panties off to the side and his fingers slid inside you.
you missed the feel of his fingers dragging against your walls and his thumb circling your clit. his index and middle curling inside you just right and making you see stars, “baby, i missed this. i missed you.”
you mewled out and gripped his shoulders, bringing him into a kiss — you didn’t wanna hear his lies anymore. you couldn’t bear it anymore, not the lying, not the empty promises. maybe you could take a page out of his book and close yourself off so you couldn’t get hurt by how much he didn’t love you.
your legs were shaking as his thrusts became faster, and the sounds in the car were too mortifying to focus on but you felt how good he was making you feel. his lips landed on your stomach and kissed all over your body while his fingers proceeded to take you apart.
he added a third finger and pushed all of them inside you, going in and out and making you scream in the car, “min, fuck, min, please..”
he loved when you begged him, he always did. he didn’t waste any time pulling his fingers out of you and pulling you into his lap. you hovered over his dick and you grabbed ahold of him and started to sink down, you both groaned in unison as you sunk down your pussy automatically sucking him in as if he was finally home.
your hands gripped his shoulders as you began to bounce on his dick, slowly going up before slamming back down and repeating the process — his hands gripping your hips and guiding you, the whole thing was dizzying.
“armin, fuck, i missed you so much.”
he nodded as his breath got heavy and his hips moved to meet yours, you two moved perfectly and were always in sync with each other like your bodies fit together and were meant for each other but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.
his dick dragging against your velvety walls and his thumb pressing down on your clit gently, practically begging you to cum. your legs were starting to get tired from bouncing on him but the pleasure was too good to give up on and you wanted it to last forever.
you threw your head back and moaned loudly, the pleasure becoming too much and your arousal already clouded your judgment and you were ready to cum, you were seeing stars and it was the best feeling in the world.
glimpses of your entire relationship flooding your vision as you started to cum on his still-pistoning cock, it was so fucking good and you didn’t feel any guilt for annie because you didn’t care, “mmph!! i’m cumming, fuck!!”
your legs shaking and finally cumming, armin watched as you fell apart in his arms. maybe this time he realized just how much he really loved you, just how much you sacrificed for him, and fuck, he was selfish for wanting to keep you with him.
he finally realized that he loved you but he would never tell you.
now i regret it all
still, it was worth it
i would do it again
i know you hurt me, but
it is just deeper than friendship…
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NOW PLAYING;
♫ TRACK 9; You Are In Love. (dad!steve harrington’s version)
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warnings; this doesn’t follow ST, single dad!steve meets reader <333 had pronouns, but can be easily changed if wanted!
an; i sort of changed it, so i hope you don’t mind and you still enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i’m also sorry it’s so short:(
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HAWKINS, INDIANA. 1995.
JULY 2ND.
"Claire!” Steve calls out, watching as she runs off, giggling. She stops at the end of the aisle, her curls flying over her shoulder as her hazel eyes land on them.
He sees the glimmer of mischief. “Claire. . . Come here,” He points. “You promised me you’d be good!”
She cackles, running out of sight now. Steve groans, throwing the smiley face fries into the cart before making quick work of following the gremlin as he curses himself for listening to a promise of a 5 year old.
The cart he had picked out was annoying. Hard to push, the wheels squeaked everytime he pushed it.
Steve had only came to Wally’s for 30 minutes, tops. Since Claire, oh so lovingly, had told everyone that Daddy was doing a cook out for the fourth.
He didn’t have the heart to say no and let it just be another day. Steve Harrington was not that type of father.
If his girl wanted something, he’d gladly do it without any thought.
Hence, why he’s looking for her because she had given him those cute eyes, glossy with fake tears when he had said no at first to walking around the store beside him.
The little gremlin knew how to get him.
He finally spots her, with another person in front of her tiny body. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Daddy! Look!” She holds up the box of Eggo’s that had those red and blue sprinkles in them - sprinkles had always tasted disgusting to him, like plastic. and
He would know after the sprinkles with the side of cupcake and icing.
“Oh,” He makes a face. “Yum.”
“Can we get ‘em?!”
Steve glances at you, who smiles softly as you stand, before back at the girl.
Oh, you were beautiful.
He opens his mouth before closing it and clearing his throat. He does it again.
Claire tilts her head, pinching her brows together. She then shrugs, stepping towards the cart and throwing the cardboard box filled with premade Eggo’s inside.
“You-” His face flushes from the squeak in his voice. He clears his throat again and squares his shoulders slightly. “You don’t want blueberry waffles?”
“Yuck,” She was lying. She liked those but just couldn’t remember ever eating them. “No, thank you.”
Her little body then turns to you, tutu spinning with her. Her chubby hands land on her hips as she tilts her head.
“Are you busy in two days?”
Steve’s eyes widen.
“I don’t think I am, Princess Claire,” He groans internally, but you just wanted to humor the small girl that had seemingly randomly picked you. “Why?”
“Daddy is throwing a cookout! You should come!”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think-”
“Well, it is your father’s house,” You kneel down once again. “So it’s up to him if he wants a complete stranger in his home.”
“You’re not a stranger!” Claire shakes her head. She turns to Steve and says your name. “See! I know her!”
You glance up at the man, smiling shyly before standing. “I’m sure he would feel awkward. But thank you for being so sweet, Claire. It made my day,” She pouts and turns back to you. “You have a sweet daughter. Have a nice day.” You wave at the both of them, turning and stepping out of the aisle.
“Daddy, please! She seemed sad!”
Steve laughs at her but quickly stops when he watches her place her hands on her hips. “Sweetheart, she probably felt weird. Sometimes we gotta know boundaries, okay?”
She nods, staring down at the linoleum floor. “Do you think I’ll ever see her again?” She asks sadly.
“Maybe. Now,” He lifts a brow and picks her up. “You are going in here.” He places her into the cart.
She gives him the eyes again with fake tears. He simply looks away.
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JULY 20TH.
The bell above Steve and Claire’s head rings throughout the diner. Claire runs to the usual red booth, slipping in by the window before patting the spot next to her.
Steve smiles a bit, sliding in next to her before reaching over and grabbing a menu. “Do you know what you want, pumpkin?”
“Uhm. . . Milkshake?”
He chuckles. “After you eat,” He looks at her. “What do you want to eat?”
She pouts but looks at the menu. “Grilled cheese and fries?” She then looks back at him.
“Drink?”
“Milkshake,” He gives her a look. “With extra sprinkles.” She grins.
He sighs and shakes his head looking back at the menu. A gasp from the girl beside him makes him look over at her quickly.
She then says your name. “I thought I’d never see you again!” She lifts onto her knees. Steve looks over, mouth parting.
You laugh softly, nodding. “I thought I’d never see you again! Did you like those Eggo’s?”
“Daddy burnt them.”
“I did not! It was-” You both stare at him and suddenly, he feels intimidated. “It was the oven.”
“Suuuuure, oooookay.” Claire shakes her head, looking back at you and smiling.
You giggle a bit. “What can I get started for you today? Or do you need some more time?”
“Nope!” Claire grins.
Steve smiles a bit. “Uh, she wants a grilled cheese with a side of fries and apple juice-”
“Chocolate milkshake.” She frowns, correcting him.
“Sweetheart, you can have one after you eat. I promise.”
She sighs and falls back into the booth. “Okay.” She mutters.
He then sends you a small, nervous smile. You grin at him. “And I’ll take a hamburger with fries. And cherry coke. Please.”
You giggle quietly to yourself, nodding as you repeat back the order. “Anything else?”
“No. I think we are okay.”
“Alright, coming right up.” You send him a wink and he’s quick to flush.
“Ooooo.”
He turns towards Claire, narrowing his eyes at her. “What?”
“You like her!”
“Shhh! Don’t say that so loud,” He looks around before shaking his head. “I don’t even know her!”
“I like her too! You should ask her to hang out with us sometime.”
“Claire-”
“Please.” She pouts.
He tries to look away, but his eyes keep glancing at you then at Claire whose eyes water.
He sighs and leans back. “Okay. Fine.”
She cheers to herself, wiggling in the booth.
🕊️
Finished with the piece of pie and Chocolate milkshake - extra sprinkles, of course - Steve was waiting for the receipt, while Claire slides on her jacket.
"And here you are!” You smile softly, handing over the receipt. “I hope to see you both again soon.” You smile, eyes landing on the receipt before up at Steve.
You turn and walk off, a small smile on your face.
Steve furrows his brows, glancing down.
‘Call me some time.’
Then below was your number.
He could pass out but decided against it.
“What is it, Daddy? You’re blushing.” She pokes at his cheek.
“No, I’m not. Let’s go, Princess Claire.” She grins at the name and slides out of the booth, grabbing ahold of his hand as she talks away.
“Are you even listening to me?” She looks up at him.
“Uh, yeah.” He nods, helping her in her car seat. He wasn’t.
He was too busy to think about what he was going to say when he calls you and invites you to hang out sometime. (Claire’s request, of course.)
One thing about Steve Harrington, though, he falls fast.
thank you for reading! comments, likes, reblogs, and feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! 🧸
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fluff#dad!steve harrington x reader
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When man plans and God laughs. Can we get some Eddie and reader finally introducing the kids and letting Eddie spend some quality time with them?
Combining with this ask: Eddie officially asks reader to be his girlfriend and they tell the kids together and they think the kids would be happy about it because they love Eddie but maybe they start crying and realize that mommy and daddy will never get back together. Reader panics and think this will scare Eddie off just like the time Jake told him to back off but he steps up and explains it to the kids and they come around afterwards.
Warnings: just a lot of fluff, mentions of divorce
WC: 932
A/N: I will be writing Eddie x Single Mom!Reader based on your requests, so please send in what you want to read!
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If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s picturing any possible worst-case scenario.
That’s exactly what you’re doing as you stir the pot of marinara sauce, as you check on the loaf of garlic bread toasting in the oven, and as you pour the spaghetti into the colander. You’re doing it up until the doorbell rings, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts.
Hurrying to the door before either of your kids could get there first–they were deceptively fast for people with little legs–you swing it open. Eddie stands at the other side, a bottle of red wine in one hand and a package of chocolate-frosted cupcakes in the other.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he smiles as he steps through the doorway, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Y’ready for this?”
You point to the Pinot Noir. “Might need some of that first,” you admit. “I’m just worried about how they’re gonna react, especially Gracie…”
“That’s why I brought these,” he says with a laugh, holding up the cupcakes. “If I can’t win her over with my wonderful personality, maybe sugar will do the trick.”
You feel yourself relax, taking the items from his hand and kissing his lips. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“I do what I can.”
It’s been six months with Eddie, and things were definitely serious. You’ve been putting off telling the kids about him being your boyfriend, but it was getting too difficult to hide. Especially since Matthew insisted on going to Storytime Sing-a-long every week, where you and Eddie had to actively try not to make heart eyes at each other the whole time.
“Grace! Matthew!” you call out. “Dinner time!” The pitter patter of small footsteps signals their arrival.
“Eddie!” Matthew squeals, flinging himself into the man’s arms for a bear hug. “Where guitar?” he asks quizzically, furrowing his tiny brows.
Eddie chuckles. “No guitar tonight, buddy,” he tells him, “but I did bring cupcakes for dessert!”
Now it’s Grace’s turn to light up. “What kind of cupcakes?” Her eyes are glimmering with wonder.
“Vanilla cake with chocolate icing…and some sprinkles!” Eddie whispers the last part like it’s a grand secret, making both of the kids shriek with excitement.
You place Matthew in his high chair; Grace clambors onto her seat, waiting patiently for food. Eddie starts to dish out the food, remembering that Grace loves to eat from her Wonder Woman plate, while Matthew has been particular to Spider-Man as of late.
“Thanks, baby,” you murmur as he sets the dishes down in front of them. You slice the garlic bread, careful not to cut your trembling fingers.
“So,” you say finally, trying to push through your nerves “Eddie and I want to tell you both something!”
“What?” Grace asks through a mouthful of pasta.
“Well,” Eddie starts, placing his hand over yours and beaming, “your mommy and I decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend!”
Matthew claps his chubby hands gleefully, spraying marinara sauce all over himself, but you can’t be bothered to attend to the mess. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Grace’s quivering lower lip.
“Gracie, what’s wrong?” you ask, heart sinking as she bursts into tears.
“I-if you and Eddie are boyfriend and g-girlfriend,” she heaves, “then you can’t be married to Daddy anymore!” She wipes at her tears, smearing them along her cheeks.
You jump up to her side, lifting her from her chair and plunking her on her hip. You know you need to choose your words carefully. Eddie just looks at the two of you, forehead creased with concern.
“Gracie,” you say softly, choking back your own tears, “remember what I told you when we first moved to Grandma’s? About Mommy and Daddy needing time apart?”
She nods, resting her head on your shoulder. “B-but I didn’t think it was gonna be forever!” she whines, spurring on a fresh batch of tears.
“Sometimes, mommies and daddies stay together, but sometimes they don’t,” you explain. “But Mommy and Daddy not being married anymore doesn’t mean we don’t love you.”
“An’ me?” Matthew pipes up, making you and Eddie chuckle. Eddie picks him up and rubs his back.
“Of course, you, Matty!” he tickles him, making the boy giggle wildly. “Every family looks different, but there’s still so much love.” Eddie pauses before continuing. “Like me, I grew up living with my uncle, not my mommy and daddy. My uncle Wayne was like my daddy.” He looks over at you and you smile gratefully, so he presses on. “And my friend Dustin, he lived with just his mommy. And my friends Will and Jonathan lived with just their mommy for awhile, until she married a nice man who had his own daughter, and they all became a little combined family.”
Grace stares at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Are you gonna marry my mommy?” she questions, and you feel your face turn red.
Eddie, however, is unfazed. “Hopefully someday,” he answers honestly, turning up the corners of his mouth slightly. “But before that ever happens, I would have to make sure it’s okay with all of you. I won’t marry her unless you and Matty give your seal of approval.”
You brush a strand of hair from your daughter’s face and kiss her cheek. “Are you feeling a little better about this now?”
“Mhm,” she hums, and her little smile peeking through allows you to breathe a small sigh of relief. “I like that my family has a mommy, a daddy, and an Eddie.”
“Me, too, baby,” you murmur into her scalp, taking in the scent of her shampoo. “Me, too.”
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TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA
s1 ep7 let's do this
note: it's 9:14pm let's see how long a single episode takes me ahaha
Y'know, I was going to make a joke about how this is so my aesthetic it's painful, but interestingly enough the colors shifted wildly between my screenshot and adding it to the post. Have they been doing this the whole time and I hadn't noticed??? In Netflix it looks far closer to periwinkle??? fascinating
It's always been a little odd to me that nobody carries ANYTHING (other than magical swords I guess) in this show. And I get why (too much of a pain to animate) but it does mean they have to just sleep on the ground without a blanket or pillow or anything.
Meanwhile I can't even leave my house without at least a messenger bag
I ALWAYS WONDER THIS
okay so I forgot about Mystacor being the place all the sorcerers hang out and it's also mystical vacation land
SIDE NOTE a small thing that frustrates me is how little the animators agree on Glimmer's body size/shape. She's intended to be chubby (and not in an hourglass-y way) but it feels like a lot of the animators just refused to do it. There's a lot of scenes where she looks closer to my size, and I wear a small/medium in American clothes. Harrumph.
I was just about to make a joke about how Adora is gonna struggle to relax
Like gooey stuff in Miyazaki/Ghibli movies, but with a much lower budget
I can't find a gif but you know what I mean
Listen. I know I'm literally here for the gay. I know the show was made by people familiar with fandom, who put all that subtext in there on purpose and knew we'd read into it. But I still did a little kicky-feet wiggle thing when Catra's eyes widened at the mention of Adora's name.
TBH I think this is actually why I keep falling for animated media. You always know that whatever is on the screen was done on purpose.
Like, this shot from Arcane:
This is right after Vi sees Caitlyn visibly flirting with another woman; earlier Vi had asked Caitlyn "men or women?" and Caitlyn had wiggled out of the question.
So Vi's face here does an "Ah, so women it is then. NICE. Shit, I might have a chance." in like, a second and a half.
And it was all very intentional!! The people at Fortiche animation have SAID this. We're supposed to read it that way!!
I dunno. Maybe I'm still just traumatized from my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom. Are we supposed to read it as romantic or not? Because so many shots seemed full of intentional subtext (and I'm not even getting into TJLC shit, just stuff we ALL NOTICED after THE FIRST SEASON, even fucking normies noticed it) and then the showrunners spent the next few years telling us we were just imagining it.
Whereas if Caitlyn looks at Vi's lips before looking back up at her eyes, and we read into that, it's because we were supposed to. If Catra looks worried about Adora after Shadow Weaver mentions her, that's on purpose.
UGH.
Anyway.
Catra (trying to sound bored): sooooo gotta go find Adora again, got it
Shadow Weaver: Nuh-uh. You get to just stand outside as guard, because you're a worthless piece of shit.
[Unspoken: And also so Hordak doesn't know I'm disobeying him. :) ]
Shadow Weaver: *creates a ginormous monster*
Catra: yikes
Shadow Weaver: GTFO OR GET HIT
Glimmer keeps trying to get out things like the tour and the eclipse ceremony and it's like your Auntie is right GIRL YOU CAN PUT UP WITH IT FOR ONCE it's all new to Adora c'mon
sorry I just get excited when they make places look a bit like medieval cathedrals
Side note did you know that, at least in England that I'm aware of, none of those medieval cathedrals have foundations. None. None of them. There's one in England that's built over a GRAVEL FILLED LAKE and if the water level gets too low the place is just gonna collapse. (They have fancy water gauges and plans for diverting water if necessary.) Anyway that's part of why so many of them charge admission for non-religious stuff. Keeping those 800-year-old super tall stone and glass buildings with NO FOUNDATIONS standing up is hella expensive. D:
Here's the twitter thread where I learned some of this information, btw
NOPE.
Anyway this is why part of the plot of my fic is related to how Adora and Catra have never had a healthy model for any kind of relationship, family or otherwise.
Oh I forgot Shadow Weaver's previous name. Anyway I still think her and Castaspella were together at some point
Adora's expression here ahahaha
Adora has ADHD but I already said that lol, and yeah I love the beach and I still need something to *do* even if it's just endlessly walking back and forth
also how does a floating island have a beach? anyway (edit: they're clouds that SOUND like water)
Yes this moment gets ruined immediately but I love it when they throw a bone to other ships, okay
YES???? DUH
also I get that they did the top on Bow so they didn't have to draw nipples and make him the only one that's topless but also we can imagine it's covering top surgery scars, trans!Bow headcanons are always winning
"So, mom stuff?"
"No, commanding officer stuff. ...And mom stuff."
'cause yeah that's not awful or anything
but also now I'm imagining Shadow Weaver trying to explain periods
AAHGHHG Bow is the best. "sounds like she did a number on you. But you're away from her now. Did you want to do something else? Maybe find something to hit??" he's trying so hard to be supportive
The fact that Shadow Weaver knows how to make that monster have Catra's voice, and that she knew that was Adora's weak spot...
And this is in Hordak's, saying basically "the entire rebellion will end up dead and it'll be your fault :)"
Shadow Weaver knows exactly how to psychologically torture Adora.
Okay so Castaspella says She-Ra destroyed "a thousand years of sacred writings" and I'm just like...okay that implies Etheria has an actual religion??
And yeah that's definitely still Shadow Weaver
Also I watched the screenshot change color as I posted it. Gyahhhh.
A mutual pointed out in her live-tweeting of s5 that you could write an entire essay on the meaning of face-touching in this show. It's the one thing Shadow Weaver ever seems to do to intentionally imply affection/caring, but she only ever does it with manipulative, cruel intent, and there are multiple times I think that both Adora and Catra lean into it (even if only for a second) out of hope/relief.
(something something about baby monkeys clinging to dolls that shock them rather than have no mother at all)
(don't look up that experiment if you don't know what I'm talking about as it's incredibly upsetting, but the gist is that children will seek affection from a parental figure when hurt, even if said parent is the one hurting them, because seeking out a parent/caregiver when hurt is instinctual to infants and children. And if knowing that explains any part of your childhood I am so, so sorry)
Yeah that's straight out of the Standard Abuser's Guidebook
"Nobody cares about you or loves you or understands you the way I do. You're just like me, not them."
More face-touching!!
oh I don't like the implications here at ALL
[EDIT: she wasn't actually going to do that. She just wants Adora under her thumb to control her. it's the kind of bullshit abusers promise the moment they think you might leave. "I'll be better this time!"]
I'm not screen-shotting Adora's little speech of triumph but oh man it's GREAT and cathartic to watch
"Adora, enough of this. Come home." ....didn't Catra use nearly those words exactly
Yeah I'm glad they included that line
Bow: I'm so sorry we didn't believe you :(
Adora: No, that's what Shadow Weaver does--manipulates people and pushes them apart
That's some nice awareness
And then yeah we get a moment of Catra scheming.
OKAY it's 10:44pm. Hour and a half! For twenty minutes of TV! But to be fair I did make/eat toast and play with the cat (he walked in and then jumped into the laundry basket, of course I had to parade around the house with him in there).
11:24pm: shit this post has been sitting here for half an hour bc I was actually writing on the fic lolol
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What are some of your favorite headcanons of "they should have been fat"? Like, characters you super duper view or hc as fat but they're not in canon, so seeing canon or fanart of them is shocking. It could be complete headcanon or ones with actual reasons where the characters are "fat-coded"! (I feel like that sounds really silly to say but I do genuinely think it's a thing)
It can be hard for me to figure out who falls under this and it isn't just indulgent "I kin them/in my kin canon they were fat" but I realize now that it doesn't actually matter which is which XD—and also this is distinctly different from "I headcanon them to gain weight/become fat as canon progresses or post canon". (But what I mean moreso is like a character that you just SO strongly view as fat that them being not fat is practically shocking.)
Like, I headcanon Mondo to get more chubbier muscular as he gets older and heals as a person and has a much more bear like (but definitely super strong) physique than when he was younger, which is different than for example, Makoto, who I headcanon to just be fat as is without any progression of time.
Azure made a post of a few of his (and well mine too) headcanons like this but it's super limited because it's just 3 x 3 and I know we both share more strongly believed fat headcanons than that including within just one series!
Definitely two of my biggest headcanons like this are Bianca from Pokémon and Usagi from Sailor Moon. I dunno why but Bianca just looks almost chubby in some art? And she just FEELS chubby to me... She is a fat trans girl to me!!! Usagi also is to the point where I'd say she just is fat-coded because it seems like the viewer is supposed to see her as fat because other people do and she often diets or has a very fat relationship with the world, but she's just not depicted as fat because like...either it's all in her head or it's just...animanga has a fatphobia problem
I've been thinking about all this because of Azure's post and it definitely makes me want to make a "bingo" of characters where they're fat. To me.
I should make a bingo where the characters are fat to me, I’ve been meaning to answer this ask but was busy!! But now I shall do so and just list some off the top of my head x3
I agree with the ones you mentioned!! Usagi is absolutely fat to me and always will be and I love her for it :3 and Bianca I never thought of but absolutely as well she totally is to me!!
Some I can think of is Rosalina, Shadow the Hedgehog, Ness, Ninten, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Hatsune Miku, Lum from Urusei Yatsura, Mami Tomoe, Isabelle from AC, those are some that come to mind ^w^
Characters who are kintypes of mine I also would say a lot of them are fat, such as Galacta Knight (he’s a borb but like, particularly just is FAT to me ya know..), Sonic the hedgehog, Sora from KH, Derpy Hooves, Applebloom, some Link iterations from LoZ, Mae Borowski, Madoka Kaname, Ryoga Hibiki, you get the idea but those are some I can say XD
Another category I can think of is characters who were fat but kinda slimmed down for some ungodly reason :/ that are fat to ME no matter the canon! Like Glimmer from spop, from Willow from TOH, and Mario (a kintype of mine but fits this category). I’m sure there is more but I just hate how common this is to me 😔
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Aphrodite of Old Hall - 03
“Lady Danbury's dubious Punch”
Anthony Bridgerton x F!OC / Benedict Bridgerton x F!OC
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: fluffyness
Evening came and, as any other eligible young lady, Elisabeth had to attend Lady Danbury's ball. Not daring to wear anything flashy - one might think that Anthony's words have had an effect on her, not it a good way, one might add - she exited the carriage, being gently guided down by Stephane. "Count Nydington is, as he wrote to me this afternoon, terribly sick and unable to meet you, my dear." Patting her back, he gently guided her towards the entrance. "I should not wish to intrude, Lilie dear, but try to use this evening to clear your mind? You have not said a single thing to me this whole day..."
Clearing her throat, she fanned herself, scanning their surroundings. "Tell the count that I'm sorry. I'm thinking, that's all.", She said curtly, giving him a tight lipped smile. He lifted an eyebrow but lowered it as soon as he saw two young women approaching him. "Ah, Elisabeth! There you are!" Eloise grabbed her hand and turned towards her companion, a chubby, red-headed girl in an outrageously yellow gown. "Elisabeth, this is my dearest friend, Penelope Featherington. Penelope, this is Lady Elisabeth de Gressy."
Penelope blushed and greeted her. She, in turn, gently pointed at her brother. "Eloise and Penelope; this is my brother, Lord Stephane de Gressy." He bowed and kissed the ladies' hands. "Enchanted. Very nice to meet you, indeed. Elisabeth dearest, it looks like you have found a more interesting company, I shall be off. Enjoy your evening, ladies." With that, he disappeared off into the maelstrom of the Ball. Eloise grinned. "Speaking of brothers, I think that Benedict is looking rather bored with my mother, don't you think?" With a wink, she marched across the hall, Penelope right behind her, leaving a slightly dumbfounded Elisabeth standing a few feet away from the said mister Bridgerton. He gave her a smile and came up to her.
"It is wonderful to see you again, Elisabeth. Have you just been ferried here by Eloise?", He mused. Elisabeth smiled and nodded. "It very much looks like it. Oh, whatever shall I do now?", She said theatrically and put her hand on her forehead. Benedict chuckled and offered to take her hand. "We could drink some champagne and sit down?" She took it gracefully and straightened her fichu. "That sounds wonderful, dear Benedict. Wonderful indeed." They passed Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury, who had kindly greeted them and finally found the refreshment table. "Looks like they only have punch.", He said and took a sip. "I could try and find you something ... Less hard or strong to drink."
Elisabeth waved it off, her eyes glimmering intruigingly, as she took a sip of the punch and fanned herself demurely. "I like hard... things, including drinks." Benedict blushed and quickly looked away, trying not to let his mind repeat her words. "That's... a very good opinion, Lady Elisabeth. As I have understood, you are quite learned. What is your opinion of the arts?" He had to change the subject, or else he would've gone mad. Was Anthony not supposed to be courting her? Where was he, anyhow? He looked around the ballroom, but except for his mother and Eloise, no other Bridgerton was to be seen. Anthony hadn't eaten dinner or breakfast with them so he presumed that Elisabeth and him had some sort of disagreement and, as was usual for him, he had retreated off somewhere to go sulk or be angry.
A little laugh interrupted his thoughts. Elisabeth's cheeks reddened and she nudged him a little. "Come on, Benedict. I love them! You should see our gallery. I mean, I can do anything, but the question is how well... Would you like to judge my skills, one day?"
He bit the inside of his cheek. Should he tell her about his sketches? Surely she wouldn't ridicule him. And also... did her soft warm arm just brush against him?
"Benedict?" she asked quietly, gently putting her hand on his chest. "Is everything alright?" He cleared his throat. "Y-yes, yes certainly. I'd love to see you in action, um, doing arts. Whatever you'd like to do, I shall watch and critique you ... And draw you, if you'll allow me to." He smiled, took her gloved hand and kissed it softly.
Blushing, she smiled and looked up at him. "You draw? That is so wonderful! A very good looking artist at my side? What an honour, indeed!" He grinned and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "Thank you Elisabeth, but don't overestimate me, I'm just sketching a bit, here and there, not really an artist..." Gently swatting the back of his thigh with her fan, she rolled her eyes. "Pish tosh, dear Benedict. I'll never overestimate you." He tried to take a calming breath. Good God... Therere really couldn't be a worse place for such shenanigans. All of the ton was here, Lady Danbury was stalking around the place, not to mention all of the matchmaking mamas and their gossiping daughters.
"Elisabeth?", He asked her in a conspiratorial way. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Yes, Benedict?" He vaguely nodded in his mother's direction. "Would you like to meet my mother tomorrow?" She raised an eyebrow and set down her glass. The redness on her cheeks was, Benedict presumed, from the alcohol, which in a strange way he found to be very enticing. Seductive, even. She linked her arm with his. She had goosebumps - was it their proximity that made her shiver? "I wouldn't mind, of course, but may I ask you what you have in mind?" He smiled and gripped her arm tighter. God, she smelled wonderful... "So that she can see that we are courting. I would have taken you out to promenade but alas, my dear, I wouldn't want you to go out in this dreadful weather." She tried her best not to gleam proudly. "Is this your way of telling me that you like me, Mister Bridgerton?"
He turned around so that he could face her again and took her other hand. She was biting her lip and he could feel her hand tightening slightly. He gave her a smile and squeezed her soft, plump hands. "If I may call you that, my dear, I don't think that I just like you. I have only known you for two days, so if you'll give me your permission, I should like to court you, so we can get to know each other better, draw together and, weather permitting, take you to our country estate, Aubrey Hall." He could feel his chest tightening. Her face was unreadable - as if she was pondering something - and with every second that passed, his anxiety rose into unknown heights.
Suddenly, a wide, genuinely lovely snaggletoothed smile broke out on her face and her earrings clattered as she nodded. "Oh, Benedict... How could I say no to you! So, tomorrow at ten o'clock?" He had to suppress the urge to pick her up and whirl her around. "That - oh, my dear, that is lovely. I shall wait for you impatiently..."
What a turn of events! Has Anthony Bridgerton given up on the woman of and in his dreams? Has Benedict won Elisabeth's heart? What will Lady Whistledown think? Oh, dear readers, so many questions to be answered..
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The Most Perverse Creature in the World, Chapter 12
[Read on AO3]
It is, in the end, the curtains that bother you most. Not the color, per se, or even the gauze, meant to give as much privacy as the girl’s lingerie, but rather...
In those years that spanned endlessly from your wedding night, wound and tangled around every disappointment, you had thought a hundred-- no, a thousand times about how you might decorate the nursery, when it came time. First for a boy, then for a girl, and then as the years wore on, anything that might be happy and healthy, a child your husband could be proud of. Anyone whom could one day bear the heavy burden of Bederin’s best interests. You had loved Atoshi as a mother did, and yet--
He was not yours. It had not mattered overmuch to you that you had not bore him, but at the end of the summer, no matter what fun you had or how like your child he felt, it would be to his own parents that he returned. And you-- you were left in that empty house, waiting for a husband who so rarely did.
A boy’s room might first be your purview, but soon enough it would cede to your husband, all your sea blues and bottle greens shoved aside for more stately hues. The sort that would convey that a Young Master lived within these walls, that he was but the larval form of the lords that came before him. Even if his cheeks were round and his limbs chubby, he should be treated as such.
But a girl-- oh, how you would have delighted in a girl. Curtains of the most delicate rose, woods painted only the most pristine of whites, carpets plush and hardware shined to a glimmering gold. The sort of room even a princess might envy, should the Wisteria line ever deign to make one.
And last night, you saw its mirror. Only within the bed was not a precious daughter but...
Your eyes clench shut, as if that would ward off your thoughts. Your father’s stubborn insistence to keep any guests from touring the nursery had been a joke between you and your brother-- Father can’t let them know how messy we are behind closed doors-- but now it takes on a far more sinister edge. One you’re afraid you won’t soon forget.
“My lady.” The guard at the door bows, blond head bobbing nervously as he brings himself upright. “His Highness will see you now.”
Your teeth grit into the seeming of a smile. “Then let us not keep him waiting.”
It is no great surprise to see Sir Lowen seated inside-- he is, after all, the prince’s foremost aide; one can hardly hear of Prince Zen without hearing of the great giant at his shoulder, as mild-mannered as he is mountainous. As a guard, your mind could make sense of it; there were few men who would look at Lowen and make the decision to harry him. But to see him here, tucked beneath the desk like a clerk, busying himself with paperwork--
It’s absurd. Delightfully so.
“My lady,” he says, standing-- no, towering over his ridiculous desk. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”
Rarely have you been glad of your veil, but you must admit, it is a luxury that you do not have to smother yet another smile in its cradle. “No, Sir Lowen, it is all mine.”
“All ours, considering what Sir’s contributing to this conversation,” Obi crows from his sill, curled up as tight as a cat on a cushion. Another anticipated presence, some familiar good humor to greet you, but--
But it is not his grin that greets you as your gaze lifts, oh no, but a grimace. He’s not so much curled as cramped, his fingers gripping the casement, white as the wallpaper itself, the only thing keeping him anchored to this room. Not a cat lazing in luxury, but one braced above the bath, terrified of falling in.
“So you keep promising,” drawls a voice, cultured and feminine-- and also wholly unexpected. “I’d hate to be disappointed.”
It had been quite the scandal nearly five years past-- Earl Seiran’s daughter setting aside her dancing shoes for a duelist’s gloves, taking up the position of the second prince’s aide. The society pages had been filled with tales of disappointed young men, doing the sort of dramatic play only those with money and position can afford. Your husband recounted the whole of it to you as you lay beneath the covers, and you had laughed, wondering what young lady would spurn such a charmed life as the one meant for Kiki Seiran.
Ah, but time had shown which one of you had played her hand best. It was an inevitability that you would meet, given your acquaintance with His Highness. And yet still, you are unprepared.
There is a second desk in the room, positioned parallel from Sir Lowen’s own, but it’s not behind it that she sits, oh no, but perched upon the prince’s. He shows no sign of noticing, merely looking on with a weariness that speaks of long conversations and even longer hours, as if a young woman with the face of a doll and a sword at her hip seating herself on the same surfaces as edicts and amendments were signed was but an every day occurrence. As if it were nothing for a lady to hold herself with all the coiled threat of a whip.
But of course, for him it must be. It had never occurred to you that Seiran’s heir would do more than simply balance the royal ledger, but nothing of Lady Kiki’s posture spoke of an unfamiliarity with her blade. No, she might as well have been born holding it, for all that she marks it.
You should be scandalized; only months ago you would have been. But now, now-- there is a part of you that is jealous. Your brothers’ lessons in the yard had bored you to tears, but perhaps if you had stayed--
“My lady.” The second prince does not yet have the commanding presence of his brother, but his voice is stern enough to bring your thoughts to heel. With a sweep of his hand, he draws your attention to the chair across from him. “I’m eager to hear about your mission.”
“Aw, Master,” Obi whines pitifully from his post. “Haven’t I already told you all about--?”
“What I’d like to hear is the truth,” His Highness grouses as you sweep into your seat, finding it a perfectly passable place to bide. Not precisely comfortable, but then, you would not trust one that was, not with a Wisteria in your sight. “ And between you and L-- Countess Bederin, I know who’s more likely to give it.”
“I, for one, like your version of events,” Lady Kiki drawls, never once moving her gaze from you. Seiran’s crest might be a great tree, but she is less the stately oak and more the lion in its branches. “I hope they turn out to be true.”
Sir Lowen groans, beleaguered. “Kiki.”
Ah, you had not known how to approach such a delicate topic as your doings last night, not in a room with a lady as well as a prince royal, but it seems Obi had already beaten you to the broad strokes. Or perhaps, a very detailed portrait of at least one part of their night.
“It all went as planned, Your Highness.” Obi sits still in the window, still poised to throw himself out it at any moment. “Your messenger proved himself quite resourceful. Sir Mitsuhide was hardly step into the hall before Obi stole him away to the right room, and with no one the wiser.”
“And Sir spent the night with four of the most expensive women in the city.” Obi leans over the sash, hand cupped around a whisper that hardly earns the name. “One of them even offered to give the money back.”
“It’s not what it sounds like.” Sir Lowen’s gaze darts to where Lady Kiki sits, her mouth curled in the barest hint of amusement. “No one ever--”
The knight hauls himself up short, reining in the protest before it can get much further from his lips. “I mean,” he mutters, wearily. “Nothing happened.”
“Our young women did vouch that Sir Mitsuhide was the very image of a gentleman.” You refrain from commenting on their audible disappointment in the fact. “The evening as a whole was above board.”
As Himawari allowed it to be. Another detail you will not be appending to your report, out of deference to Sir Lowen’s peace of mind.
“Really?” The second prince fixes on his aide, eyes too wide, lean a shade to acute to be anything but morbid interest in the goings-on behind red doors. Typical of his age; Atoshi had gone through much the same, despite yours-- and your husband’s-- lectures on the topic. Though in retrospect, perhaps only yours were heartfelt. “Nothing?”
Obi snorts. “Nothing but finding out what scintillating topics young ladies like to read about these days.”
The prince blinks. “You asked them about books.”
“I don’t see why not.” Sir Lowen pulls his spine Sereg-straight, tugging at the bottom of his jacket. “Miss Kikyo gave me a very good recommendation for--”
“Aw, don’t bore him with that one.” Obi’s mouth parts into a grin so honed it could cut. “Tell ‘em about the one Himawari showed you.”
It’s strange to see so delicate a blush on so large a man, especially one who so emphatically stated that he had prior history with bawd houses, no matter how tame. It would certainly make for an entertaining mystery to unravel, if he did not dart his gaze to the young lady across the room, nerves so openly displayed His Highness could charge admission.
“No,” Sir Lowen manages, the flush twining its way around his ears. “I don’t think I will.”
Lady Kiki hums, curling her nails for inspection. It is the studied sort of disinterest most ladies could only dream of achieving, especially in front of a suitor so earnest as hers. “That seems like a waste of the countess’s generosity.”
Ah, so Wisteria’s penchant for cruelty did breed true in Seiran’s line. “Kiki--”
“Your Highness.” Your voice lifts above the din, and for the first time, quiets it. The silence left in its wake is not scandalized but...anticipatory, as if words you speak have weight. No, that they are worth waiting for. “I must ask you something.”
You had never thought you would see eyes this particular shade so guileless. “Anything, my-- countess. You are always free to speak your mind.”
“Oh, you say that, Master,” Obi grouses from his sill, all for show. “But when I say--”
“You--” the prince twists in his seat, patience wearing thin-- “can never seem to remember how to behave in polite company--”
“--well, maybe if everyone was nicer, then I’d think it was--”
You cannot hold your thoughts behind your teeth any longer. “Were you aware that there are children in these houses, Your Highness?”
There is a stillness in the wake of your words; not the way the air lacks a breeze but the way a body lacks a breath, as if you had stolen them from their lungs. Not a single muscle moves, not until the prince ventures, “Excuse me. Did you say...children?”
Sir Lowen turns to you first, his brow drawn with a confounded concern. “Do mean the children of the, er...ladies? They’re often kept in the back rooms when their mother are...working.”
Lady Kiki snorts. “You seem to know quite a bit about it.”
You expect him to flush, to stumble under the weight of her attention-- and disbelief-- but instead he is fixed on you. Hardly a surprise; it was he with whom you switched rooms with last night.
“No,” you reply, so even, despite the way you want to tear into those striped curtains, to rip the innocence off those walls. “I mean working.”
It is Lady Kiki who straightens now, gaze resting as heavy as a hand on your shoulder. “Girls before their bleeding?”
“No.” It is as generous an answer as you can allow yourself. “I gather that they are only debuted once their first cycle has run its course.”
The prince is pale when he replies, “Then by law they are no longer children. it states quite clearly: sixteen, or at a woman’s first flowering--”
“The one I saw could not have been much over thirteen, perhaps fourteen, if I were of the mind to be generous.” Your tone implies quite clearly that you are not, and you hope that you never will be on such a front. “Do you mean to tell me that she is a woman?”
His mouth works, but still only manages a weak, “By law--”
You may have never birthed a child from your own body, but you have raised a boy to manhood, and with all the authority that you can summon, you inform the second prince of Clarines, “You cannot hide behind a law and claim you serve your people, Your Highness.”
His jaw clenches, the way you remember his father’s had at your debut, tight and unkind. But unlike the old king, it eases within a breath, thought the gaze he fixes on you is still hard. “I am not my brother, countess. I don’t make the rules, I merely uphold them.”
“An easy thing to say when you are above them.” The words fly from you before you think to catch them, and once said, they sit heavy between you, a strain on your brief acquaintance. “Your Highness--”
The bells ring, marking the end of morning, and the beginning of--
“The council meeting,” you yelp, sweeping from your seat. “It was to start--” you press a hand to your face-- “ah, but I’ll be late.”
“Please, countess.” The second prince waves his hand, every motion weary, heavy. “Do not let us keep you. We can...speak of all this another time.”
You know courtspeak too well to believe this is anything but a politely-worded never. “Of course, Your Highness. Shall I wait for you, or...?”
He shakes his head, baby-fine hair sliding across his forehead. “No, no. I have...things to handle here. But do tell me when you’re giving your next report to the council.” He tries a smile that hardly deserves the name. “I want to keep up with your progress.”
And allow the lords to tear you to pieces when you do. Your mouth pulls thin, but you keep your thoughts to yourself. A miracle with how hard they fight to fly from your lips. “Of course, Your Highness. I will let you know.”
Despite your boldness, it seems you have not fallen so far from His Highness’s favor; he sends Obi as your escort even though the council chamber is only a few halls away.
“Poor Mister.” Obi’s fast on your heels, more a shadow than he’s ever been. “He was sweating bullets having to talk about his night with those ladies. Especially in front of Miss Kiki.”
Or perhaps Prince Zen considered his messenger’s presence punishment enough. More the fool him; ten years ago his pranks might have sent your nerves into a tizzy, but now you only sigh, shaking you head as you remind him, “You were the one so keen to mention it.”
“Well, sure,” he wheedles, “but that’s my job, my lady, I keep the mood light.”
“Perhaps that’s the problem.” The rustle of your crape echoes after you as you bustle down the hall, ire egging on your steps. “It is all light moods in that room, and not enough thought.”
“Aw, now, my lady...” The sounds he makes are pitiful, but you will not be moved. “Master will come around. He makes a good show of being married to the rules, but he always finds a way around them if you give him enough time. You’ll see.”
“That’s all well and fine for him, but while he tangles himself up looking for loopholes, it is girls like Sumire who pay the price.” It galls you that there is no recourse, nothing that you can do besides apply pressure to the right places and hope. “Surely there’s some crime to be had in this. Where do they find these girls, for one? If they are taken off the street, stolen from their beds--”
Obi grates out a laugh, harsh and humorless. “Oh no. They do not have to look that far at all...”
The great stair looms before you, but your feet still before the first step, turning you back instead. “So you have some idea then, I take it?”
“Me?” He presses a hand to his chest, but you doubt even as child he looked innocent. “No, my lady, only...”
Your brows raise. “Only...?”
“Do you really not know, my lady?” he says, incredulous. “They find them right in the arms of their mothers.”
You cannot make sense of it. “The women themselves? But those are their own babes, surely...”
Obi clucks his tongue. “Everyone in a whorehouse is for sale, even the children.”
You know only the barest hints of your shadow’s past, of who he was before the second prince scooped him up and polished him into a royal messenger. But beneath that sheen of respectability, sometimes you wonder--
“Bederin.”
Obi flinches back, looking as if he would prefer to become a shadow in truth rather that face the man at the top of the stair. You, however, hardly have the luxury-- you instead turn to face him head on, Arluleon’s disapproval radiating palpably from his grave countenance.
“Your Grace,” you grate out, hardly gracious. “What a surprise to see you. I thought you would be in the council chambers already.”
“I came to find you.” He deigns to descend a stair as you begin your foray up. “Perhaps if you cannot find it within your schedule to attend, you might consider finding another to sit in your stead.”
“What a polite way to tell me to leave business to you men,” you laugh, your banked anger from last night flaring to the fore. “I assume you think my nephew would make a much more obliging occupant.”
“No,” he says steadily, meeting you at halfway. “Just a more punctual one.”
“Perhaps if more of the council involved themselves in the affairs they voted on with such unconcern, they would find themselves likewise engaged,” you suggest, pausing only when you have ascended to a height that puts you even with his eyes. “But until then, I will do my business as I like, and you will all have to excuse me if I am but a few moments late for your social hour.”
Above his ridiculous facial hair, Arluleon has gone a particularly becoming shade of crimson. “Social hour--”
“You better hurry, Your Grace,” you hum sweetly. “It would be a pity if you missed the cocktails.”
He stares at you, so intense it is like a touch, like he has reached out and put his hand upon your throat, his thumb settling in the dip of your clavicle before he--
“Fine.” His thrusts out his arm, more like a man expecting a snake’s bite instead of a lady’s hands. “Come then.”
How foolish he must think you, to believe you might come as he called, as if you were no more than a bitch in his kennel, eager for his praise. “I must thank you for the honor, Your Grace, but I am afraid I already have an escort.”
He blinks, brows drawing heavy with confusion before he follows your gaze, straight to where Obi stands. “You.”
“Ah!” Your shadow jumps, eyes darting toward the nearest exit. “Your Grace, I--”
“You have to be joking,” Arluleon rumbles, halfway to a roar. “That man is hardly fit to shine shoes, let alone--”
“And yet I find his company more pleasant than yours.” You smile, though you know he can not see it, a simper and a mockery all in one. “It seems that for all your fine airs, you still cannot breed an agreeable personality. Obi?”
You call, but your shadow shrinks. “Ah, now, that’s fine enough, my lady. I think if the-- er, Marquis Haruka takes you the rest of the way, Master will consider my job well done.”
You frown. “But Obi--”
“Really.” He casts a thoughtful glance between the two of you, eyes white around the edges. “I’ll see you later, my lady.”
Arluleon huffs as Obi slips away, shaking his head. “I see why Zen’s set that boy on you now. He certainly has more sense.”
His arm hovers before you, rising as he does to stand beside you, your high ground lost. Your palm itches, anticipating the cloth of his coat, of the way it will burn when you touch.
You turn away instead.
“I have found, Your Grace,” you say, taking yet another step above him. “That I do not need an escort. It seems my legs work just fine without a man to support them.”
#haruka x reader#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#my fic#ans#poor obi#first has to sit through brothel talk#and then he's gotta watch bederin and haruka flirt#in the weirdest way
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Writing prompt: someone made the Doctor cry and now it's time for his two besties to make that unfortunate someone regret it.
The Thin Man dies speed run/j
Title: Three’s a Charm
Word Count: 866
Characters: the Doctor, the Hunter, the Teacher
CW: Mild Language Use
On Thursdays, an unusual gang of three met up for dinner as their way to keep in touch with one another. It wasn't unusual if someone ran late, but it normally wasn't the Doctor. The Hunter and the Teacher were already seated at a table and scared away the waiter twice waiting for their friend. It took an additional 30 minutes, but the chubby physician finally arrived.
"Sorry for running late," the Doctor apologized hastily, "My rounds took longer than expected."
"Don't worry about it," the Teacher said, "but, I was about to send Hunter to go hunt you down."
"That wouldn't have been hard," the Hunter replied, "Humans aren't hard to find, and Doc here is either at the Hospital or at the Hospital."
"Oh, shut up." The Doctor took his seat across from the Teacher, who narrowed her sharp eyes on him. "What?"
"What's wrong?" she asked quickly.
"...nothing?"
"Oh no, something's wrong," the Teacher corrected sharply, "You're not your usual cheerful self today."
The Hunter looked at the Doctor, too. "Hmm, Teach's right. What's up?" He reached into his jacket and laid a pistol down on the table. "Who am I killing?"
The Doctor flinched at the sight of the pistol. "Put that away, you idiot! Are you trying to start something!?"
"Depends, who am I killing?" The Hunter took back his pun and hid it from sight.
The Doctor held up his hands defensively. "No one! Nothing! I'm fine, guys!"
The Teacher and the Hunter looked at each other for second, then leaned in closer to their larger friend. "What happened at work?" the Teacher pressed on.
"Who hurt you?" the Hunter added, "Was it that damn Broadcaster? Please, give me a valid excuse to go to that wretched tower to exchange some words with him."
"Or me, so I can teach him some manners first." The Teacher took out a ruler and slapped the palm of her hand with a sharp smack!
The Doctor lurched back into his chair. "Guys, I'm fine! What is wrong with the two of you? Why are you guys so violent?"
"Because you're the nice one." The Teacher also leaned away. "Hunter and I are the mean ones, and you're our passive cinnamon roll."
"The Teach and I can curb stomp anyone, while you treat them, maybe." The Hunter gave his medical friend another critical look. "So, what happened? Who are we curb stomping today, dude?"
"It's nothing." The Doctor folded his hands together. "I've dealt with this before. It's nothing new. I'm fine."
"Tell us!" his friends whined together.
The Doctor sighed. "I...I've always been...big. I'm just one of those people that...doesn't...lose weight, no matter how hard I try. I'm physical fit; just...big."
"Yeah, I can believe that." The Hunter shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I'm pretty sure you can outrun me if running was your thing, and I fittest person here at this table."
"That's because you live in the woods, Hunter," the Teacher teased, then turned back to the Doctor. "Anyways, how rude! To whom do I need to go teach manners to?" She was tense, and ready to pounce and tear someone apart.
"Guys, no one!"
"You want me to do it?" the Hunter asked excitedly, "Like I said, humans aren't hard to find. And, since you work at the Hospital..."
"You're NOT coming to my hospital to harm my patient-"
"Aha! So, it was a patient?" The Teacher had a nasty glimmer in her eye. "How rude of them to say such a thing to you, their physician."
"I didn't say..." The Doctor hung his head. His friends were persistent, while he was compassionate. "Okay, yeah. It was a patient. They pointed out that, as a person in the health field, I should probably do something about my weight. I was a bit shocked to hear that, but then again, I've been dealing with that sort of nonsense my entire life. I'm fine, guys, I swear."
"Unacceptable," the Hunter growled, "Do you like you?"
"What?" The Doctor was confused by the question.
"Do you like you?" the Hunter repeated more aggressively.
"What our very angry friend is trying to say is that if you love yourself as is, then the words of that insolent patient are nothing," the Teacher explained, "No one has the right to berate or belittle you for who you are."
"What she said," the Hunter nodded, "but kinder. Fuck that guy. You want me to kill them? You can't, but I can."
"That's murder, Hunter," the Doctor said with pursed lips.
"Manners first, Hunter," the Teacher suggested, "Then, we may or may not cause grievous bodily injures that our kind-hearted friend can mend." She looked at the Doctor with a snide smirk. "Nobody messes with our blorborro."
"I believe the word is 'blorbo", the Hunter whispered.
"Shut it! You know what I meant!"
"How do you word with kids all day and don't know these words?"
The Doctor watched his two friends bicker with a smile. He often gets the asked on why he was friends with the two most violent people in Pale City, and his answer was simple. It was because they always had his back~
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A Mother in all but Name
So I cannot thank @ceaserslies enough for this prompt because oh my god did this little thing turn into a really long and hopefully good write. Like seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever spent this much time on something and liked the outcome as much as I love this.
So please enjoy!💖
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“So where are we going again?”
“I told you, it’s a surprise!”
Jasmine huffed as they walked down the sidewalk. Daya chuckled at Jasmines pouting, nudging by the blonds shoulder gently. “Come on Jazz, it’ll be fun! I promise.” Days white teeth poking out as she smiled. Ava babbled to herself, uninterested and unaware with the adults conversation and was much more interested in her plastic stroller tray. Her pudgy pink hands smacking the black plastic.
Jasmine sighed and tapped her hands against the stroller handle. “Fun for you or fun for everyone?” She asked, seemingly already knowing the answer. Daya rolled her own eyes at Jasmine and leaned in, her hand inching closer to Jasmines on the handle bar.
“If it was just fun for me, we’d be somewhere very different doll.” Daya said lowly, her lips ghosting over Jasmines ear. She inhaled sharply and gripped the handle tighter. God she hated how easily Daya made her heart skip. Jasmine whipped her head to face Daya, her face red.
“Daya!” She hissed. Her eyes darting away from the grinning giant, praying and hoping to whatever was above that no one heard or saw how incredibly hard she was blushing. Daya giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek to apologize, her hand now resting on top of Jasmines, wrapping around and squeezing tightly.
“Jazz come on, do you trust me?” She asked, genuinely as they stopped at a crosswalk. Jasmine faced Daya and looked her up and down before breaking out into a heartwarming smile.
“With my whole heart.” Daya smiled back, her eyes twinkling brightly. Jasmine could feel a wave of that same fuzzy feeling wash over her seeing that smile. That bright smile she only ever saw when Daya was with her, her smile. It was selfish but it felt right to call it her smile; she was the only one that could make her eyes glimmer and sparkle, make her look like a little kid with one look and Jasmine treasured that so deeply. Jasmine lay her hand up on the handle and Daya laced her fingers with it.
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The aquarium had been on Jasmines list of places to take Ava and now she could cross it of. She enjoyed the calm atmosphere of the aquarium while Daya absolutely adored seeing all the sea creatures. They left the stroller and placed Ava in her carrier and explored the little ocean.
“Be careful Daya.” Jasmine warned as Daya lifted the infant to her shoulders. She couldn’t help but giggle at the twinkle in Ava’s eyes as she was suddenly dwarfing everyone, her two front teeth gleaming in the dark lights.
“Yes mama.” Daya answered, throwing her voice to seem like Ava was the one responding, even waving Ava’s arm. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Daya. Getting up on the points of her toes, Jasmine tilts up her face and kisses Daya on the lips gently. Daya smiles and kisses back, still holding on to Ava tightly. They pull away, still smiling and Jasmine laughs at how Ava is leaning down, expecting her own kiss.
“Oh baby.” Jasmine coos, craning her head to try and look at the little girl. “Mamas too short to give you kisses.” Ava’s brow creased and her nose scrunched, her arms shooting towards Jasmine as she babbled loudly. Daya laughed at the now squirming baby in her shoulders.
“Now we gotta fix that.” She lifted Ava from her shoulders, getting the baby to giggling before dropping them down to Jasmines level, giving the blond a small heart attack but she recovered and peppered kisses all over the baby’s chubby cheeks.
“Alright,” Daya said, bringing her free hand to Jasmines waist after Ava was back in her carrier. “Let’s go see some fish.”
Jasmine didn’t realize how much she was enjoying herself but it surely wasn’t as much as Daya and Ava. She could swear that those girls didn’t stop smiling as soon as they saw the first exhibit. Ava was immediately entranced by the calming blue lights and fish. Her green eyes wide as they darted from fish to fish. Daya was having even more fun, eyes just as wide and sparkling as Avas. She was ranting to the girl as she pointed to the fish swimming by, Ava babbling in response. Jasmine snuck out her phone and took so many pictures of them both, completely entranced and looking so connected that Jasmines heart couldn’t help but swell.
“Oh my god.” Daya said her eyes pulled away from the fish tanks. Jasmine too, craned her head up and saw what had Daya bouncing on the tips of her toes. There was a small touch tank with plenty of other families surrounding it. In the blink of an eye Daya was of, Ava now facing the tank as Jasmine chuckled, walking behind the two of them. Daya was crouched down her fingers dancing above the water line.
“She better not fall in.” Jasmine warns, her words gentle as she stands beside Daya. Daya rolled her eyes and adjusted Ava to have her tiny hands just barely in the water. She opened her mouth to retort something witty but her eyes instead widen and focus on an incoming manta ray.
“That’s a sea cucumber and that’s a star fish and look! That’s a manta ray like I told you about before.”
“Isn’t that what killed Steve Irwin?”
“That was a stingray.”
Jasmine pouted and rolled her eyes at the comment. Daya snickered and dipped her hand into the water and let her fingers just brush against the rays back. Ava’s tiny mouth drops seeing Dayas hand against the rays back and she dips her hand further down, not quite touching the ray. Jasmine chuckles and Daya giggles before helping the girl, letting her tiny hand touch the slippery back of the manta ray. She squealed and clapped, pulling her hand out of the water when the ray swam away from them.
“Was that fun Avi?” Jasmine asked, moving closer to Daya and pressing a kiss to her head. The little girl only babbled on, still excited about all of the sea creatures. Jasmine looked up at Daya and rested her head against her shoulder.
“Tired?”
“No,” Jasmine responded, nuzzling against Dayas neck, one hand gripping her leather jacket. “I just like you.” She pressed a saccharine kiss to Dayas neck, eyes darting to see how pink her cheeks had grown.
“You are so gross.”
“Well excuse me Ms. Betty! I guess I have to take back all of those kisses now.”
“What’re you-“ Suddenly Daya was being peppered with kisses all over her face. She laughed did her best to stop Jasmine but failed. They were certainly loud but didn’t care, they were too busy enjoying their sweet moment. Jasmine finally finished and pulled away from Daya, who was rosy cheeked and giggling. They stared at each other, like lovesick teenagers and let soft smiles settle on their lips.
“Why do you like the aquarium so much, Day?”
“My moms would take me here all the time when I was little. Crystal hated it, but I just remember loving being here.” Daya said, her eyes drifting up to recall the pleasant memories. Jasmine tried to imagine a little Daya, tugging Jackie along all over the exhibits as Jan and little Crystal lagged behind. Little Daya, who probably sat by this very same tank, dipping her tiny hand into the water and petting whatever came her way. She could see just how much Ava was like that little girl and Jasmine couldn’t explain why she was suddenly teary eyed but it was definitely for a good reason.
“And besides, I wanted to give that same thing to Ava, ya know? So she can have one amazing memory with me.” Daya added, pulling Jasmine from her fantasy. She couldn’t help but let her eyes water again at the statement. This woman, this incredible woman was really hers. Hers to love and cherish and have by her side to raise her daughter with. No, Jasmine corrected, to easing their daughter together.
“Daya, you’ve given her so many amazing memories.”
“Cmon Jazz, don’t exaggerate.”
“I’m serious! You’ve given Ava some of the best months of her life. Maybe she won’t remember the moments, but she’ll know the love you have for her.” Jasmine said, looking right at Dayas serene blue eyes. They look mesmerizing in the subdued lighting and blue shades. “You’ve been her parent in these past few months just as much as I have Daya, hell probably more than I have.”
“No, Jasmine-“
Daya feels a tug on her jacket as Ava finally gets her attention. “Mama! Sha!” She says, pointing her finger to a small reef shark, swimming close to them. Both sets of eyes dart to Ava, seeing the small toothed smile as she begins to bouncing excitedly.
“Sha!”
“Yeah,” Daya responds quietly. “Yeah bug, that’s a horn shark.” She gave a watery smile. Jasmines chest tightens so perfectly at the sight. Ava giggling with her hand in the water as Daya holds onto her, talking to her all about the shark and whatever other creature swims by. Ava leans her head against Dayas chest and Jasmine sees how the older woman’s breath catches, her hand carefully coming and resting in Avas hair. Dayas lips just barely curl into a smile as she hums and listens to Avas babbling.
Jasmine never realized how much she loved that quiet smile. The smile Daya only lets slip when she’s with Ava, whether that be cuddling before bed and nap, listening to her nonsense baby babble, even when she’s just holding the little girl. Jasmine knows she can’t compete with that smile and she’s alright with that; knowing her little girl has something so special with this woman who’s become her mom makes her feel a rush of that sickeningly delightful fuzzy feeling.
A single tear rolls down Dayas cheek and Jasmine brings her hand up, cupping her cheek and gently swiping it away with her thumb. She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to where the tear lay before and wraps her arm around Dayas shoulders, pulling her into Jasmine.
“I love you both, so much.” Daya says, her voice dripping with emotion. Jasmines hums in agreement, placing another kiss to Dayas cheek.
“We love you too.”
A tiny yawn brings the adults out of their confession. Ava now was fully snuggled into Dayas chest, her wet hand gripping onto Dayas shirt before rubbing her eyes. Jasmine chuckles, “I guess someone’s ready to head home.” Daya laughs along with her and nods.
“I think so, and plus, my knees are actually killing me.”
“Not used to being on your knees so long Betty?” Dayas cheeks bloomed into a ferocious pink as they both got up from the ground. Jasmine grinned wickedly, her smile seeming to grow the longer she stared at Daya. Jasmine gasped as Daya flicked water onto her face, her own evil grin coming out. Jasmine huffed and wiped her face.
“You are so in for it when we get home.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
They laughed and left the aquarium, hand in hand, the same smile on both of their faces.
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They made it home with Ava now awake which meant that bedtime tonight would be an absolute menace but Jasmine couldn’t even think about that when Daya mentioned she had another surprise.
“Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes Daya.”
“Are you lying?”
Jasmine huffed and crossed her arms. “Daya Betty will you just show me already?” She could hear Dayas laughing and she smiled but quickly returned to her bothered expression.
“Alright alright, you can open your eyes now.”
Jasmine opened her eyes and her heart just about burst at the sight. Daya was holding Ava who wasn’t in her previous clothes, but a little shark onesie. The head of the shark kept falling over the little girls eyes and it was most likely too big but Jasmine loved it. Ava was beaming, her little shark fins waving happily at her mom.
“Where did you find that?”
“Gift shops have just about everything doll.” Daya said, now in front of Jasmine and still smiling. “Ava picked it out herself too.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip, daring to challenge Daya. “Okay I may helped a little bit. Not my fault she’s such a shortie like her momma.” Daya giggled when Jasmine smacked her lightly, her nose scrunched and smiling.
“Sha!” The little girl squealed, Daya throwing her lightly and erupting into giggles. Jasmine pressed a kiss to the little girls cheek.
“Well since we have a little shark now, that means she’s not going to complain about bath time huh baby girl?” Jasmine asked, taking Ava into her own arms. Daya laughed at how wide Avas eyes went at the mention of bath. The shark head shook back and Ava started to whine.
“Actually this specific kind of shark only needs tickles and is severely hydrophobic.”
“She hates the gays? In pride month too?!”
“That’s water you idiot!” Daya flicked at Jasmines forehead and snickered hearing the tiny yelp. “Look, I’ll show you.” That’s when Daya started tickling Ava. She screamed out laughter and squirmed hard. Jasmine joined in the fun, adding more ringing laughs in the apartment. Daya lifted them all up and carried them to the bedroom, getting everyone to laugh even harder. She dropped Jasmine and Ava onto the bed and jumped, getting them all to bounce against the mattress. Ava crawled on top of Daya and Jasmine, her laughs ringing throughout the bedroom.
“Oh no! Shark attack!” Daya yelled. She pulled Jasmine into her chest and Ava down with her, all erupting into a fit of laughter. Jasmine could feel her body ache from how much fun she was having but that’s how she wanted everyday to be. She didn’t care if her stomach hurt from laughing or if her cheeks were sore from smiling, as long as she was with her girls she would be the happiest woman in the world. They all finally calmed down to quiet giggles with Ava nestled between the two adults. Her eyes started drooping and she let out a big yawn before the shark head fell over her eyes.
“I think we have a sleepy shark now.” Jasmine said, her eyes watching Ava’s chest rise and fall. Daya chuckled and brought herself closer and extended and hand out to hold Jasmines. They locked their fingers and squeezed tightly. Looking into each other’s eyes, they both could feel the love they shared, that they created and built together.
“What?” Jasmine asked, giggling
“Nothing, I just like you.” Daya responded, smiling Jasmines smile. She got up on her elbows and leaned over, Jasmine following and met for a tender kiss. The pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other’s.
“You’re just as much her mother as I am Daya.” Jasmine said, her eyes closed, not seeing how Dayas eyes widened and how hard she inhaled. Before she could say anything, Ava’s sleepy hands came up and reached for both women. The sleeping infant mumbled nonsense in her sleep but both understood what the little girl was trying to say.
“I think it’s shark nap time.” Daya quipped, pulling away from Jasmine. The blond nodded and lay back down with Daya following suit. They all nestled close and wrapped their arms around each other. Jasmine watched as Dayas eyes closed and her breath even out.
She really loved this woman and so did Ava. Daya was more than just her girlfriend, if anything she was the person Jasmine wanted to spend the rest of her days with. Daya was the only other person she could think of that she wanted Ava to call her mother. As Jasmine closed her eyes, her mind flooded with wishful fantasies of her growing older with Daya by her side, knowing that they would someday become her reality
#rpdr s14#jasmine kennedie#daya betty#jasya#single mom au#oh my god do I love this#like the feels? immaculate#I got emotional writing this guys ngl#I really love this AU
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The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. Taking in his queen with pick pocket eyes losing track of the ground they cover wether it be her body or minutes in time, the blonde couldn’t help feeling broken open and stuffed with sunshine. A smile pulling on the edges of Matthias’s mouth as it always did in his the orbit of the sunshine to the utter darkness of the world around them. Being in her orbit, it was as if juliet were oxegyn and he was dying to breathe. She was meant to be his charge. Any mere lord becoming personal guard and security to a queen was like none other. The walls they had set up out of gentle respect had molded as the gates of their lips had. It had been the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. Her ips are softer than anything he gad ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s so effortlessly sweet.Hope is hugging him, holding him in its arms, wiping away his tears and telling him that today and tomorrow and two days from now it all will be be just fine and the man is so delirious that he actually dare to believe it. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping him afloat even in this war torn realm were they were put into roles based on duty that would make a sin out of daring to love. The lord turned guard wanted to show her the kind of love that had you design a smile just for them. To want to know the taste of your body as well as the utter examination of the inner sactum of your mind and how it works. He wanted his queen to make a list of all of her favorite things and to be on it. Taking account of the distance between them, booted footsteps walked with the cat like elegance of one who had experienced battle. A hand reaching out to the woman at his side. Adorable with her contempulative pout haloed by bright white blonde tendrils that had become a homeland for his ivory fingers. The offered hand to the woman was filled with a hankerchief knowing that she would know exactly what he had done this morning. The cook had been rationed the rulers consumpations of tea cakes since childhood. He had spent many days figuring out how to creatively commandeer some without either woman noticing even when Juliet’s bright eyes attempted notice. The last battle meeting had weighed on her. Now that they were alone in her rooms, there was a chance for him to meet her in the star gazing she had always reached for in times of great weight. They were no longer chubby cheeked babes with giggles like the promise of tomorrow growing old with the blinking , glimmering witnesses of constellations. “Sunshine, you made it easy this evening. But I cannot see you look so breathless when it’s not in my arms or against my lips. If you refuse these treats, I might have to go searching for the queen. Allow me to shoulder some of the weight on those pretty little shoulders. I am sworn to you in all things.”
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BFS finding out Catra's baby pics~
9pm. Brightmoon. Catra is getting ready to go to bed. She brushed her hair, which is necessary because it grew up to her normal lenght. She grabbed Adora's shirt which Catra so kindly asked for (no, she just stole it) and went to her bedroom.
When she was passing by Glimmer's bedroom she heard laughter and... gasping coming from it. She would have ignored it but she heard Adora's 'awww' and 'oh my god' and suddenly they got Catra's attention.
"What are you doing?" she says.
The three looked caught red-handed.
No-nothing!" Bow says nervously. Clearly they were doing SOMETHING.
"It's bedtime, Catra" Adora speaks this time. Equally nervous "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"
Catra averted a 'You guys are hiding something from me' type of gaze.
Glimmer just sighed and exclaimed "WE WERE LOOKING AT YOUR BABY PICS!"
The room went silent. Bow and Glimmer thought it was their last day alive. Adora thought 'tonight I'll be sleeping in the couch while Catra sleeps with Melog'
But Catra just stared at them.
And her face went red. As her old mask.
"HOW DID YOU GET THEM!?" she screamed. She was not angry. She was embarrassed because only God knows what the hell is going on in these pics, something embarrassing, humiliating and cute.
"We went to the Fright Zone and... uh, we found this on an empty locker" Adora explains...
Oh... so that was their 'Best Friend Squad Non-Previously Organized Surprise Trip'.
Adora must have heard of Catra's pics and flew to the Fright Zone as soon as she was free.
"If it makes you uncomfortable we will take them away"
Catra could hear a single 'crack' coming from the trio's heart.
After meditating it. Catra nod 'no' and the BFS released a loud 'Pheww~'
"But you have to show me what you have". Adora beamed at her fiancé. Of course she will show her how cute she was as a baby. Adora sat on the bed and pat her lap. With a single PLOP her lap cat fiancé was sat.
They showed her the first pic. Little, chubby Catra. Her mane was bigger than her own body. Bow was about to cry.
"It is cuter the second time" he squeaked.
Adora was not in a better state. She squeezed Catra with her strong arms and cooed.
"Dear God..." Catra chuckles.
The next one is Catra biting her tail while staring at the camera. She was wearing a Horde bodysuit.
Glimmer gasped and said "Look at you, little Horde Scum" while giggling. Their eyes were watery, but Catra was just enjoying the show with amusement.
The third pic was Catra curled up in a boy's chest. The poor guy was nervous but holding Catra with care. By his side was a girl taller than him patting his shoulder.
"Huh, unbelievable. Even Horde scums went weak for babies".
"Because not all of us liked Hordak and his plans"
Some horde soldiers wanted to be free to live a life without fear. Some just wanted to escape this hellhole. And some of them wanted to get married and have children with their sweethearts.
Catra was lucky she was beeing taken care of by loving horde soldiers. Her elder siblings.
"Okay, we'll continue later. Bow fainted" Glimmer pointed at her husband "It's Adora's bedtime too" she sticked her tongue at the blonde girl.
Both girls got up of the fluffy bed and got out the room.
Adora had this cute agression energy around her. Catra could feel it.
She was hugged from behind and she knew it was too late to escape her fiancé's embrace.
"Adoraa" she fights to be free "Let me go!" but it's impossible, Adora started to kiss and squeeze and she knew by heart that it was the end of the catgirl.
"Why would I ever stop?" she says "You are the cutest baby I've ever seen" One kiss. Another kiss "I love you sooo muchh my sweetheart"
It was the end. The cute agression started. Adora spread kisses on Catra's head, shoulders, neck. Everywhere. She hugged her tightly, lovingly... God saves Catra..
"I can't believe a cute kitty like that is a feral little goblin today" she says. Oh, Catra WAS feral, ruthless... but now war was over she used that goblin energy to get away with her pranks. She was a mischievous little shit.
"I can't wait to see how cute our kids would be"
"Hold on, dumbface! We are not married yet, and it's too early for kids" she pokes Adora's forehead "You need to sleep too". Catra kissed her soon-to be-wife on her cheek and smiled.
"True, let's g-" Catra extends her arms to her. She was not going to walk to their bedroom.
"Cat pack?"
Catra blushed and nodded yes. Adora lifted her like she weighted nothing and Catra hugged her from behind with her slim legs. Her arms crossed on those wide shoulders.
Adora walked to their bedroom with a purring little goblin on her back.
THE END
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santa claus is coming to town - mason mount
in which, you and mason take eddie and elsie to meet father christmas at the christmas markets, and elsie asks the man in red for a very unusual christmas present.
warnings: none, i dont think. hasn’t been proofread, and it’s a little shit but i wanted to get more dad!mason out. this isn’t part of the dad!mason fic, i just really liked the idea.
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“well this is a lovely surprise.”
when you rolled over, mason was sat upright in bed with elsie wedged between his arm half asleep. eddie was between his legs, eyes glued to telly on the wall that played re-runs of cocomelon.
mason turned and smiled at you, his fingers scratching your daughters head softly as she wriggled herself into his side closer. “i remember a time when i used to do that to you,” you turned to face him and gestured to your daughter, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. elsie shifted then and you pressed a kiss to the back of her head, and eddie smiled over at you and clambered across the bed to nuzzle into your side. “what time is it?”
“seven thirty, mummy,” eddie smiled up at you proudly, despite the question being aimed at mason, “daddy and i know how to tell the time now.” you looked at the three and a half year old year old with a shocked expression, and then up at your husband, who ruffled your son’s hair with a frustrated glimmer in his eyes.
“no, eddie, daddy always knew how to tell the time, i was teaching you.”
you looked down at your son, and both of you scrunched up your noses, and as he clamoured onto your lap and wrapped his little chubby arms around your elbow, you mumbled into his hair. “daddy never knew how to tell the time, munchkin, i think you taught him.”
“buggie, are you gonna wake up and say hi to mummy?”
elsie shifted, grumbling groggily beside mason, but ultimately when his fingers tickled at her sides softly she soon shot her eyes open, giggling uncontrolably at his antics. you ran your hands through her hair gently, and she, much like her brother had hopped onto your lap. “hi, bug,” you kissed her forehead, “has daddy given you breakfast yet?”
“nope,” she frowned, looking between the two of you with a finger in her mouth, “we were waiting for you so we could have pancakes.”
“pancakes?” you asked, “is it because mummy does chocolate pancakes with strawberries?”
both of your children nodded their heads, and elsie scrunched her nose up like mason did so often, shifting on her bum to wriggle closer to you. mason scooted closer in the bed, out stretching an arm over your shoulders, and you nuzzled your head into his neck.
“and daddy said that our elves have cookie cutters,” eddie stated proudly, his forefinger pointing down to the floor sharply as he thought about their elf’s on shelf’s, “and he promised that we could have pancakes shaped like christmas trees!”
you watched as your twins raced down the stairs, hopping up onto the kitchen counter with a little help from mason. he made the pair of you hot drinks and eddie helped him make their favourite smoothies while elsie helped you with the pancakes, and once they were done she was too excited to sit still.
mason shifted when he sat down, grumbling about the fact that he wasn’t allowed as many chocolate infused pancakes as the three of you, but that didn’t stop elsie from piling m&m’s onto her dad’s plate when he wasn’t looking.
“elsie-rose, eat your breakfast,” mason taunted, a playful tone to his voice as the curly headed sass-pot continued her teasing, but mason just sat upright, “or else mummy and i will take eddie to meet santa at the christmas market and leave you here.”
the three year old gasped, and turned to her brother who stuck out his tongue. “maybe mason tony should eat his breakfast,” you nudged your husband who rolled his eyes at you with a smirk, “or else none of us will be going to meet father christmas.”
despite mason not being very keen on the idea of the four of you wearing matching christmas jumpers to the markets, he just couldn’t say no to his daughter. so, that’s how you went out - the four of you in matching red and white christmas jumpers in thick coats and wooly hats.
mason hooked elsie under his arm, his hands clasping under her armpits to bring her up to his face, where the two rubbed noses. you did the same with eddie, despite his insistence that he would push the pram and walk beside you, but both of you knew that wouldn’t happen.
“daddy, look!” elsie squealed, “there’s hot chocolate!”
mason turned to look at the wooden shack, and then up to his daughter who’s face miraged his, with deep brown eyes and a wonky nose. she was smiling at him, using the glimmer in her eyes to get what she wanted, and he glanced over at eddie who was also mirroring his sisters expression.
“if you’re good for father christmas then maybe daddy’ll get you a hot chocolate, okay bug?”
elsie nodded and pressed a wet kiss to her daddy’s cheek, and mason’s face flushed a light shade of crimson at the gesture. eddie, who was infatuated with the spinning lights on the ferris wheel, turned his head to the left, and noticed a photobooth by the corner of santa’s grotto. “mummy, mummy, look!” he tapped your shoulder and pulled you away from a fleeting kiss to mason’s lips, and you turned to face the wooden cabin. “can we get pictures?”
you laughed softly at your son, who still hadn’t properly got the hang of punctuating his t’s, and so pictures came out more like ‘thictures’. mason’s lips curled up into a smile, and you pressed your nose against eddie’s. “i can’t see why not, munchkin.”
eddie wriggled from your arms, and because they were joined at the hip, elsie wriggled from mason’s arms and their little legs wobbled together as they walked. mason took the new-found freedom of his arms to entwine his fingers with yours, his cold fingertips touching yours and leaving you both shiverring. “elisabeth-rose, edward-tony, wait!” he called after them, making sure they didn’t get lost within the small crowd.
they stood by the red curtain eagerly, bobbing up and down to the christmas song that was playing inside the booth, itching to get their pictures taken.
the four of you piled in, with elsie sitting on your lap and eddie sitting on mason’s, and your son was insistent on putting all of the pound coins in himself, and as mason counted along with him your heart fluttered. the machine kicked into gear and the four of you could see yourselves on the screen, and immediately elsie began pulling silly faces, influencing her brother to do the same.
mason turned his head towards you, watching as you pulled faces with your children through heaps of laughter, and when you caught his eyes he couldn’t help but lean in while the pictures were still flashing. “daddy, come on!” elsie groaned, tugging at mason’s checkered jacket with a frustrated knot between her eyebrows, “can you please stop kissing mummy and pull funny faces?”
“sorry bug,” mason blushed, and you settled for a quick peck on the lips from your husband, despite his wishes for more. the camera flashed just as your lips touched, and as if like fate eddie and elsie’s noses turned up at the gesture. “daddy can’t help it when mummy looks this pretty.”
elsie frowned. “i thought i was your pretty girl.”
“you are, buggie,” mason brushed down the hair that curled at the back of elsie’s head, and you laughed at your daughter’s daddy’s girl jealousy. “how about i say mummy’s my number one gorgeous girl, and you’re my number one pretty girl. is that better?” elsie nodded, a soft smile coming to her face as the camera flashed. eddie looked disinterested and looked up at you from his place on mason’s lap.
“what does that make me, mummy?”
you glanced across at mason and leaned down to your son, a little smile on your lips. “well, daddy’s my number one beautiful boy, so why don’t you be mummy’s number one handsome boy.” eddie smiled, and mason scowled across at you as the camera flashed.
“beautiful?”
“i couldn’t call you sexy in front of our three year old son, could i?”
you had one more round of pictures after elsie told you that she wanted to put the pound coins in now, and once the second round had finished, you and mason were more excited about the prospect of meeting santa claus than your children were.
“why don’t you two meet father christmas and we’ll stay here.” eddie suggested, far more maturely than you’d anticipated. he wrapped an arm around his sister to show you that he would protect her without actually saying anything, but mason stepped in. he knelt at their level again, and you stood with a hand in your husband’s hair.
“munchkin, as much as you and elsie want to stay and take pictures, mummy and i promised father christmas you two would go and meet him,” you watched him lie through the skin of his teeth to your children, and their eyes blew wide. “mummy and i have met father christmas loads of times, but you haven’t and he wants to know what you want for christmas, doesn’t he?” the two of them nodded, and elsie held her hand out for you, which you took. “daddy’s promised that i’ll buy you a hot chocolate if you’re good for father christmas, didn’t i? so why don’t we go to see father christmas and i’ll buy you the biggest hot chocolate you’ve ever seen.”
by this point, and surprisingly enough, it was elsie who was already in your arms waiting to meet father christmas, and eddie was the one who needed a bit more persuasion.
“with sprinkles and cream?”
“if that’s what you want, munchkin.”
mason scooped up his son, and after collecting the pictures from the photobooth, the four of you made a beeline for santa’s grotto, where in the room you’d been told to wait for santa in, the children were infatuated with two of the reindeer. eddie and mason were feeding one of them carrots with one of the elves, while elsie sang rudolph the rednose reindeer to impress elsie the elf, whom she was convinced was her namesake.
there were multiple kids sitting on the carpet waiting patiently for santa to arrive, and when the doors opened, elsie - being the showrunner she was - made an audible squeal as the man in the red coat walked in with two more elves at his side, and eddie began shifting around on his bum in excitement. you and mason sat at the edge of the grotto, hand in hand as you watched your children get excited at the prospect of santa being stood in front of them.
“daddy, look! it’s santa!” elsie called, and mason’s cheeks flushed light pink when his daughter brought up his attention.
“i know buggie,” mason leaned forward and lowered his voice softly to your children, who weren’t quite sure where to look, “now be good or else he won’t ask you what you want for christmas.” the two of them jolted back into their previous positions when santa claus coughed, careful to make it known that they were on their best behaviour so he would pick them out.
much to your surprise, and relief, they waited their turn patiently on the carpet, whispering to one another about things they’d never tell you or mason, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “look at them,” you hummed, and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, “it seems like yesterday that i was giving birth.”
“three years,” mason sighed, as if replaying the last years of your lives in his head, “the best three years of my entire life.”
“eddie and elsie mount!”
the elf called their names and they shot up within seconds, scrambling up to the big chair that santa sat in, and both you and mason made your way there, too. mason pulled his phone from his back pocket and santa patted both of his thighs, and with a little bit of help from you they got onto his lap.
“you must be eddie,” he said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, and your son nodded, “what would you like for christmas, young man?”
“i really really want a big train set that lights up, and my own scooter,” he smiled proudly, “and i also want dinosaurs, and hot wheels, and a buzz lightyear!”
eddie’s eyes twinkled and your heart fluttered, santa whispered in his ear and you furrowed your eyebrows when eddie giggled. mason’s hand found yours, and you took it. “and you, must be elsie,” he turned to face your daughter and she nodded her head frantically, “what do you want for christmas, young lady?”
“i want a princess castle and a scooter, but i want a pink scooter,” she started, and you watched as eddie pulled a face, “and a football with my daddy’s name on it-”
“-i want one of those too!” eddie jabbed in, and elsie frowned, huffing dramatically as her brother apologised.
“and i want some new dolly’s and my own pancake station like my mummy, she makes the best pancakes.”
santa began speaking to her, but she shifted on her bum and looked up at him. “i also want a baby sister.”
your mouth hung open, and mason fought off a laugh. your child had just asked father christmas for a baby sister and you felt mortified. the parents in the room chuckled and you buried your face in mason’s neck, fighting off an embarrassed blush.
“well i’m not sure i can help with that one,” santa chuckled, and waved the two of you over.
after a photo opportunity and a little more talking with santa - which led to elsie once again leading a sing along of rudolph the rednose reindeer to impress everyone in the room - you left santa’s grotto. mason was paying for the picture at the little desk while you stood beside him, elsie and eddie planted on the tabletop as you fixed their hair under their hats. elsie frowned.
“whats wrong, poppet?”
“why can’t santa help with a baby sister?” she asked, her nose turning up at the prospect. “uncle benny and uncle deccy said that santa helped you find us.”
mason fought off another laugh, hiding it with a cough, and you sighed, scowling over at your husband. “well, uncle benny and uncle deccy are right, but santa can’t always help with baby sisters.”
you looked at mason, and he realised that he had to play a part in the convincing, too. “yeah, baby, santa’s magic but he’s not that magic,” he pinched his daughter’s cheek in an attempt to upturn her frown and leaned into you, “even if daddy wants mummy to be pregnant again too.”
you swatted your husband away with a backhand, but he leaned across and pressed his lips to yours. elsie sighed again at the sight.
“i want to go and see aaron and leah,” eddie frowned, referring to ben and declan’s children respectively, “can we see them before christmas?”
“probably, munchkin,” mason hummed, folding his wallet into his back pocket and slinging his son over his shoulders, “now, how about a nice hot chocolate?”
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