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BG3 CHARACTER PAGE

Jove they/any 🌩️ blue dragonborn 🌩️ paladin 🌩️ guild artisan

🌩️ multiclass: bard

Jove’s Oath of Ancients is a sacred commitment to affirm life, foster joy, be excellent to each other, and PARTY ON, DUDES!! A literally sworn optimist, they can come across as risk-happy, blasé, even callous in their dismissal of danger and negativity, but it’s also easy to get swept up in their huge dragonborn muscles and +9 rizz modifier and believe them when they say it’ll all be okay.

They used to be a gifted artisan, but don’t talk about their career or how it ended. Now they’re a paladin errant, wielding their giant glaive and ferocious positivity against the agents of despair. After losing an eye, breaking their wrist and their oath, Jove’s optimism has grown back harder and more gnarled than before, and they tend to defer to their companions for major decisions, not trusting their own judgment anymore.

Romancing Shadowheart Lae’zel. Best friends with Gale. Healer tank.

My first solo playthrough PC, abandoned at Moonrise Towers (for now).

TAG: #oc: jove

Estis she/her 🌞 gold dwarf 🌞 dream guardian

Ritika Estis was the master metallurgist who taught Jove to work with molten materials, despite their misgivings about being a blue dragonborn without fire breath or resistance. She passed away some years ago in Baldur’s Gate, but Jove’s dream guardian takes her form—whether as a cheap ploy to gain Jove’s trust, or as a genuine echo of their old mentor, they can’t be sure.

Auntie she/her ◾️ githyanki ▪️wild magic barbarian◾️ The Dark Urge

▪️ multiclass: storm sorcerer

This gith knows nothing about her life before the nautiloid, but since Lae’zel addressed her (and mocked her) like an elder relative she answers to “Auntie.” Lonely, curious, reactive. Center of a Venn diagram between “cigarette mom” and “Frankenstein’s monster.” Looks and fights like a gith, but lacks any cultural context or instincts that would make her feel like one.

Romancing Gale & Minthara.

Second playthrough, the only one I’ve completed.

TAGS: #oc: auntie, #ellie’s fucked up playthrough

Deadeye & Singer she/her 🏹 human 🏹 rogue/ranger she/her 🪕 halfling 🪕 bard

Auntie’s 2 hirelings. Deadeye was a young hunter, blinded in an accident and then given her sight back by a True Soul… just so she could watch her entire village burn, then have—her killers thought—her eyes put out and closed forever. Singer was a halfling traveling apothecary, killed for refusing to tend to Absolutists and sing for them after the massacre.

Though both women’s presences are cold and diminished and they can only speak with Withers’s vocabulary, traces of their personality remain. Deadeye was playful once, and still has the light step, deft hand, and trace of a wicked smile to prove it. Astarion swears he’s heard her coo and giggle faintly while playing with Scratch at night, long after the party’s living members are asleep. Singer was stern, matronly, and humorless with others, her face only relaxing when she was absorbed in her herbcraft or music making. Auntie gifted her Lihala’s lute, though it hurts to see a bard outlined against the campfire again, quietly picking out the notes of “The Power,” just feet away from the shadow of Alfira’s bloodstain.

Auntie doesn’t know she is a Bhaalspawn, but she feels instinctively that it’s her duty to care for murdered bodies and souls. She knows the names these revanants bore in life (Maddala and Brenna), but doesn’t use them, out of respect for these women’s vengeful echoes being different from the women themselves, and she’s as protective of them as she is of her “real” companions.

Terpsichore 🐏 she/her 🐏 satyr 🐏 rogue

She sings! She dances! She rams you with her horns!

Like Shadowheart, Terpsichore is on a holy mission for her patron goddess, armed only with her wits, blades, and the memories that her enclave—her Selûnite enclave—considered necessary for her to complete the task she’s been set: a pilgrimage to Moonrise Towers to assassinate an agent of Shar.

One second, she was crossing the Tower’s threshold (or windowsill, in the adept rogue’s case)—the next that she knew, she was being sealed in a pod aboard the nautiloid for processing. Failed. Abandoned. Godless. For now. If she doesn’t salvage this.

Terpsichore was told she’d know her target on sight, but she can’t be sure it isn’t Shadowheart—after all, while wrestling for the chance to kill each other they saw flashes of their own memories in each other’s minds, and Terpsichore feels… a lot… when she lays eyes on this particular enemy. ;-)

Romance: 3 guesses

TAG: #oc: terpsichore

#bg3 #bg3 tav #mytav #oc: jove #oc: tav #oc: auntie #dragonborn #dwarf #tiefling #githyanki #ellie’s fucked up playthrough #character page

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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Could you write for lupe with an s/o who has a stutter?

I love your writing!!💕💕

Hey! Thank you thank you thank you!

You do not know how much it means to me when someone comments or asks saying like “i love your writing!” I was always very insecure about her, but see comments like this fill my heart with love and comfort. Thanks!

This whole introduction is only here because I want to apologize if this story is very angst. I wanted to do something much more emotional than just a romantic thing, but I hope you enjoy it.

I love lupe and love the peaches <3

Got any requests? Send me an ask or comment in one of my last posts (MASTERLIST IS PINNED ON THE BLOG (I'll add all of my ALOTO fics and preferences soon!)

Your Small Insecurities | Lupe Garcia x Sttutering!Reader

*she is so cute and hot I can’t*

*s/o in this imagine is being lupe’s best friend and then love interest, hope you don’t mind, anon!*

Prompt: You and Lupe were best friends for life. When things get rough for you, she tries her best to make you feel well again.

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"Hey, you came!"

Lupe hugged you with both tight arms around you. Being the person who meant more than any other for her, being in a game where she had to give everything about her was extremely important. Even more so now, that the pressure of being Dove's favorite had come to her.

"D-D-D-Do you r-r-r-really t-t-t-think ... I was g-g-g-g-going to l-l-l-lose you p-p-playing?" You said half in a low voice, making it clear that your stutter was always greater insecurity of it. Lupe knew that, but unfortunately, at that time, there was not much treatment for these flaws, and people used to treat like a disease, an aberration.

Maybe that's why you always spoke low and never phrases with huge words.

"I know no," she smiled, patting you on the back of you. "Come on, let's go to the locker room, the game will still take time."

She guided you to the locker room, where the other peaches were. The luck of you was that they didn't seem to call you the condition of you either, and they treated you like anyone else in society would treat you.

“(Y/NN)!” Esti shouted to see you and threw herself in your arms while you smiled and stroked her hair. “¡Te extrañé, Lupe nunca te volvió a dar noticias!“

"I k-k-k-know, Esti... I was ...", you sighed, kind of tired of stuttering. Sometimes that happened. "... w-w-w-w-working a lot in t-t-t-these w-w-w-weeks..."

"But it's good that it is no longer," Greta said, trying to be kind, and you recognized it by giving it a cheerful smile. "At least you can enjoy the free time to come luck out."

"Yeah ..." you whispered, still smiling. And then turned to Lupe. "H-H-Have you t-t-t-t-talked to B-B-B-B-Beverly about me staying in the a-a-a-a-accommodation?"

“Don't worry, I took care of it before,” Carson said, looking at you as I played the baseball ball up. "I think you will be able to stay with Lupe in her room, if it's okay for both of you."

“I would love it,” Lupe smiled, putting on an arm around her. "So Jess could sleep on the couch and would stop snore in my ear, of course."

“Don't worry about her, (Y\NN),” Jess whispered, looking in the corners. “She is always this ass. Just ignore that she gives up. ”

You smiled, enjoying the company of the peaches and feeling even more at home. It was always like this when you met.

* * * *

"Dove, this is (Y\N), she is my best friend and she will follow the games, how are you?"

"Of course, Lupe," the coach smiled, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure, (Y\N)"

“T-T-T-T-The p-p-pleasure is mine,” you extended your hand back. "I'm a big fan."

Dove apparently thought the stuttering of you was because of the nervousness. Of course, because someone like him, a known celebrity, had to give the impression that he made people nervous.

"Thanks."

“Come on, let's go, I need to train and you can stay with the rest of the girls, how are you?”, Lupe asked, looking at you fixedly. But you were focused on something else. Dove's eyes on you. “Hey, what happened? Are you listening to me, (Y\NN)? ”

"Ah ... Yes ...", you replied, unable to take your eyes off Dove.

Lupe left you sitting with Maybelle and Shirley, while she recognized the field. The girls started to chat with you and seemed as quiet as your condition that they made you forget about Dove's strangeness for a while.

“We can ask for a pizza to celebrate the return of (y \ n), what do you think?” Maybelle asked, looking at you.

"I l-l-l-l-l-love pizza ...", you nodded, smiling.

"Great!", The blonde celebrated. "Pizzas and drinks, of course, the perfect night!"

"No drinks, we have a game ahead ..." Shirley whispered, making you laugh in her totally paranoid way. Maybelle rolled her eyes.

“S-S-S-S-S-She’s right…”, you said, pressing your lips. "No drinks ..."

Maybelle rolled her eyes to you too, but she wrapped around you, keeping a smile on her face as she looked at the girls training. It was at this moment that Dove passed your side and hit you.

“I know you're nervous, (Y\N), but you don't have to stutter so much. You won't play and represent anyone ... ”

You wouldn't take it like a provocation, and by Maybelle's tightness pulling you closer, you knew you shouldn't get angry. But Shirley had to open his mouth, insistent, and always gossip.

"She is not stuttering because of the game, she has a stutter."

And then Dove's gaze changed completely. “It was just what I was missing! It's good for Garcia's face to bring a problem for the game! ”And he left laughing, moving away.

You felt your heart break and an incessant will to cry when you saw that he was approaching Lupe, and that their eyes guided to you.

"Hey, (Y\N), it's okay ..." Maybelle whispered. "He didn't say it badly."

"No one ever says for bad, May," you whispered back, feeling your voice break. "One time or another would happen ..."

And you ran off the seats without looking back.

* * * *

“¿Puedo entrar?”

Lupe opened her bedroom door with a slow tug, and found you crying on the bed, hugging one of the pillows she used to sleep.

"Hey, (Y\NN), listen to me, please ..." she whispered, sitting next to you. “I'm sorry for the things Dove said of you, for his gaze. When I brought you here, I had no idea that things could go out this way, I swear ... ”

Her voice was also breaking, and you felt terrible, guilty about that situation. Lupe took your hand carefully and smiled, caressing her back with her fingers.

"I know it was never easy for you to face these things, these judgments, these bad jokes ..." she continued, trying to keep her voice firm again. "But I want you to know that I'm here and I'll be here whenever you feel insecure because of your voice or stuttering."

You looked at her, your eyes shining in tears. Gently, Lupe wiped her eyes with her fingers, slightly passing them through her face.

“I told you that a thousand times, but it's not a problem if I say again. You are amazing, the way you are, even with all your insecurities and defects ... we all have defects, (Y\N). For example, my hand was never the same after I started practicing forkball, but no one notices that and I think no one cares that much either ... ”

You smiled and Lupe whimped as she hugged you. You headed to her chest, you could hear the fast lupe beats on your chest, her heart was going to a thousand, and it wasn't even because of the game now.

"But I’m serious, cariño," she whispered. “You are one of the coolest girls I met, and you are one of the most significant people for me in this world. I wouldn't trade you for anything, nor for any of the girls. And your stuttering was never a problem, (Y\NN), never ... ”

She kissed the top of her head and lowered her face, now very close to her lips as she whispered, "I even find it cute, you know?"

You laughed, and she ended up laughing together. "D-D-D-D-D-Dove w-w-w-will get you out of the team b-b-b-b-b-because of me?" You asked, still whispering, the wet voice.

"Of course not, Cariño," she replied, frowning, and laughed at derision. “I would love to see him try. And I would love to see him try to get close or say anything about you again, ”she looked serious. "He never knew the real Lupe Garcia, but will know if he does it again."

You hugged her, whimpering and looked at her face, the face that gave you comfort. Lupe was also staring at you, and suddenly, she grabbed her face with both hands and approached your lips into a peck, which later turned into a slow, sweet kiss.

Seconds later, you stopped to breathe, and she was still holding your face when she whispered again, “Yo te quiero mucho. Eres perfecta, did you know that? ”

You nodded and kissed her again, with great affection and love. You were grateful to have someone like Lupe in your life.

#lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #aloto #a league of their own x reader #a league of their own #lgbt #romance #angst #drama #imagine #request #i love lupe #she looks amazing in this gif #thanks for the requests #gimme more lupe requests please #i'm obsessed

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deva-arts · 10 months

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Whoa.

We've posted a loooooot of oc stuff on this blog.

...

Perhaps too much.

So, I'm curious!

OC Summaries under cut because comics take a long time to work on okay they arrive when they arrive

(This will look funky on mobile lol)

Vincent: Flying lab rat roach man that crawled out of the said lab and made it everyone's problem. He is incredibly competitive and does chaotic reckless shenanigans every two business days. He doesn't need to think about the past if he's always doing something, right? Thinks he's the god of muscles and being cool.

Likes playing Roblox. Hates being one-upped.

Seraphina: Strict and militant bird lady that leads the group of tragically unserious variant misfits. She invented emotional repression and hides her feelings in her muscles and hundreds of backup plans. Her life is a series of tragic events and she's waiting for the other shoe to drop because she picked a losing fight with a Demigod.

Likes donuts (sometimes). Hates people.

Sonia: Normalpants fashionista sorority queen whose world gets turned upside down after receiving strong variant powers... That she doesn't know how to use. Doesn't care to learn either, the world is hard and cold and she's so soft :< (Skincare routine in Bio Babes <333) She's also scared of sparring with Sera. Empathetic and fun, but cries when flicked too hard.

Likes Vincent Dressing up. Hates being told what to do.

Nathaniel: Ex-Government spy who can shapeshift and bend minds. After a healthy bout of crippling guilt, he works as a doctor and uses his "true" face nowadays. He tries to be genuine to himself and has the de-stressing hobbies of a 60-year-old man in a ski lodge. Often hears thoughts he has no business hearing. Non-judgemental but wildly, painfully aware. Pokes his eyes a lot.

Likes Crochet. Hates irresponsible actions.

Amon: Croccy boi. Croccy man. Took down a mafia branch and ate his father's killer. Besties for-esties with Vincent. Does crazy stunts and takes multiple jobs by night while parenting by day. He's always thinking about making a better life for his family. Will eat the entire Thanksgiving turkey. Will not stick around to hear the commotion afterwards. Really needs to brush his hair.

Likes money. Hates authority figures.

Nightmare: Evil Barney grape man. Used to feel bad about making people spill coffee on their bosses three times in a row. Now everything is grey and soulless, which helps bend the ole moral page. He does anything to get what he wants, and his goals are unknown. He has a cruel sense of humor and was probably the kid that paid you to lick a toilet seat. Pokes his eyes all the time.

Likes being nosy. Hates things going off his course.

#artists on tumblr #oc tag #oc memes #oc seraphina #vincenttag #nathanieltag #soniasanderstag #amontag #natemaretag #ARK_SYSTEMA #Seraphinatag

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girloftheisland · 1 year

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Restringing a Molly McIntire

Bargains on eBay sometimes come with an additional price to pay. This Molly had some of the loosest legs I’d seen. They shook, rattled, and rolled. It wasn’t a good look if Molly had places to be, so I was determined to restring her limbs and give her a second life.

And it was my first attempt at restringing. Beheading a doll seemed risky, but since they’re made to detach for repair, might as well embrace the experience, yeah? The sun won’t set until this girl can stand on her own.

I read up on how to restring dolls (thanks to @desertdollranch), watched youtube tutorials, and ordered a restringing kit from Esty [link to restringing kit]. Sending a broken doll to the AG hospital or professional doll restorer is an okay choice if you have limited hand mobility, but if you’re abled and ready, doing it yourself is a lot easier (and cheaper) than it looks.

“Everything is fine.”

Since it was my first time, it took about an hour to pull out the stuffing, restring the limbs, return the stuffing, and retie the head. It’s a project worth doing, if only to bring you closer to the doll and notice the smaller details, imperfections, and signs of past play.

“Looking pretty slick there.”

Growing up, I only had one AG doll that I saved up for and purchased when I was 11. My mom asked me if I was sure I wanted to blow all my birthday and Christmas money, several years of saving, on a doll. Wasn’t I too old at that point? It didn’t matter. Everyone I knew had multiple AG dolls but me, a sign that my parents couldn’t afford them but I didn’t know any better, and I was finally ready to commit.

When we sat down to order the doll online, cranking the dial up internet, we had to choose which one to buy. I can’t remember which one I was ready to pick — was it Molly, Samantha, or Kirsten? My mom convinced me to go for an American Girl Today doll that looked the most like me. After all, I had begged for a My Twinn doll two years before; wouldn’t I want something in the same vein?

I got a few years of play out of that AG doll, maybe thanks to having a younger sister. My sister and I played with dolls, built imaginative cities, and acted out characters well into middle school. Later on in my mid-20s, I’d sell that AG doll on eBay. My Twinn doll still sits folded up in some plastic tote at my parent’s house, her eyes faded purple.

I don’t know if I would have held on to that AG doll if she had been a Molly. I don’t know why I decided to let her go, if only because I was afraid my girlfriend at the time would find it weird. Now that I’ve entered my 30s, I can tell you without hesitation to quit wasting time and embrace your hobbies.

In the end, Molly was back on her own two feet and returned to Emily’s side.

Now that I’m an adult, playing with dolls seems silly — doesn’t mean that it is — and connecting with them might mean taking care of them into their old age.

We all have a shelf life.

#american girl fandom #american girl #molly mcintire #doll repair #doll restoration #emily bennett

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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could u please do rachel amber sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons please? 💕

━ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Rachel Amber x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - NSFW Under the cut, cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I already did some but I wanted to add to it! You can find the others in my masterpost! This is post BTS, Rachel is very much and adult post BTS so chill out peoples. Also sorry this took me so long to get to! Hope you enjoy darling <3

Alright Rachel Amber, literally coolest person ever

Before you guys are dating, totally into you and makes it known

You just think she's being Rachel, the touchy very flirty girl that everyone knows

But nope, she's head over heels for you and that makes her very nervous

So she just kinda, kisses you one time, while you guys are hanging out and you just explode from the inside out

Freak out, stare at her like she'd just did a tap dance routine out of nowhere, you scared the crap out of the poor girl

But now you're dating, and she is so JKFKDSLJFLKDS

She's very teasing and very flirty

Rachel's favorite hobby is making you blush and get all flustered

And she's very good at it no matter how cocky you are she will get to you "You're looking very lovely tonight darling." Rachel said with a grin to company the British accent. "Why thank you-" "I can't wait to see what's underneath." "Rachel-?"

She does that a lot just to get you

Obsessed with astronomy as you probably already knew

She loves looking at horoscopes for your guy's signs to see what they'd say

Or comparing your signs she'll tell you random facts about them

Star gazing is a must

Dates are usually just hanging out watching the sky or the stars, sometimes sightseeing or walking the train tracks

She likes museums - you are very... okay with them for her

Loves picnic dates, especially by the lighthouse or just in general

Loves taking pictures of you and keeps a collection of your memories in a box

Loves capturing things in photos

Also loves to make things for you like bracelets and rings out of strings and stuff

Rachel definetely makes multiple matching bracelets for you guys and takes up earring making if you like that

She's the type to run an Esty shop

Moving on, Rachel's a very touchy feely person and loves holding your hand

She doesn't care if they're clammy she loves holding your hand

All. the. time. Walking down the street, in bed, at the dinner table

She has to be touching you in bed, even if you're both doing something completely distracted she's unconsciously touching you in some way

Like's being cuddled while you guys go to sleep

Lays on your chest or in your neck, likes being held a lot but she has her big spoon moments

Especially when you're upset, if you want to be held you're laying on her chest while she runs her nails up your back

Speaking of nails, she does not care who you are she likes painting your nails

Like loves it, and will do your makeup

Again, does not care how masc, fem, stem you are she will do your makeup and nails for fun

Especially if you're both high, laughing your asses off while doing it

Baking is a must and happens all the time

She gets insecure at times though

Rachel feels like she really needs to be perfect at everything and when you get frustrated with her she feels like she's the problem

But she's perfect to you every single flaw makes her amazing

She also gets easily mad, frustrated and says very mean things when she gets very angry

Fights with her suck because she goes for the thing that will make you feel the worst

But she always feels super shitty afterwards but has a hard time apologizing, rather she prefers ignoring the problem in general

That makes you upset because you just want to figure things out and work things out

Makes for some rough nights

But she always feels terrible and can't sleep before she'll finally apologize because it just eats at her

Moving onto spicy things

Switch energy

STRONG switch energy

She likes being bottom more than half the time though, she gives me *if she wasn't a switch she'd be a pillow princess* vibes

But definetely is a princess when it comes to being dominated

But man oh man when she's the dom she's a degrading bitch

Totally loves to just fuck you silly like goes ham

But she's a hopeless romantic and aftercare isn't even a question between you both its a need and a very much thing that has to happen no if, ands or buts

Loves to make love

A lot of the sex is very passionate, but there are sessions of just straight screwing like rabbits

Rachel LOVES to be ate out

Fucking loves it, again she's a total princess in bed no matter what side she's on

But when it comes to being eaten out she is putty in your hands even while degrading you or praising you

She has a mommy kink, for herself and you whatever she's deciding that day

Also loves bondage

Rachel loves the after-sex cuddles though when you're both so soft to each other and after sex you clean her up or she'll clean you up and you'll both just lay there

Sometimes you'll quietly talk back and forth in the darkness or just pass out after

She likes eating fruits and stuff for aftercare, just eating chocolate strawberries and sitting with each other still in the afterglow of sex

Lays on your chest and plays with your hair while you sleep

Loves riding your face, again, she loves getting eaten

Loves when you lay on her bare thigh or leave hickies down there

Thigh riding as well

She's a softie don't let her fool you

#rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #rachel #lis remastered #lis #life is strange x reader #life is strange #nevy writes

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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În Viață Și În Moarte - In Life And In Death

ao3 link! you have every right to yell at me over on @homoo-wan-kenobi! I'm sorry for the sad fic, inspired by this ask by @schnuffel-puschel. tell me what you all thought, and please enjoy. mild violence and reader dies, I'm sorry. if it's any consolation, I cried writing this.

tu esti totul pentru mine - you're everything to me

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Alcina had instructed you to stay in one of the rooms in the east wing of the castle, telling you not to open the door for anybody that was her, her daughters, or your handmaiden.

“I don’t care what commotion you hear outside this room, do not open this door for any reason. I need you to stay right here, draga mea, and I need you to take care of yourself and the baby.” Alcina said before she kissed your forehead.

“Come back to us, please.” You said softly as you squeezed her hand tightly, a move that she reciprocated.

That was four days ago. There wasn’t much commotion to be heard outside the door, just the wind howling outside your window. Your handmaiden brought you your meals whenever she could, often leaving you something to snack on just in case one of your meals was late. You’d often try to open the door, but soon realised that it was locked from the outside so despite Alcina’s words, you couldn’t let anybody in any way.

Pacing back and forth didn’t help with your anxiety over what was happening. What exactly was happening? Alcina didn’t tell you as she rushed you slightly to the other side of the castle. You jumped when the door to your room opened, hiding under the covers.

“Hello?” A voice called out. It definitely wasn’t Alcina. No, the voice was unfamiliar, but it sounded like a man’s voice. “Is anybody here?” The voice asked.

You slowly came up from under the covers, revealing your presence in the room. “Who are you?” You asked.

“My name’s Ethan Winters. What’s yours?” Ethan replied as he walked over to where you were on the bed.

"My name's Y/N. May I ask what you're doing here in the castle, Mr. Winters?" You asked.

"I'm looking for my daughter, Rose, they're keeping her here. Have you seen her?" Ethan asked. You shook your head. "I see you're having a baby too, right?" Ethan gestured to your protruding belly.

You smiled. "I am, she'll be born quite soon, actually." You replied.

Ethan nodded. "Well, we best get you out of this place. I'm sure the news of those monsters in this castle having my child worry you about them taking yours." Ethan replied as he grabbed your hand to pull you out of the bed, you resisted. "Y/N, what's wrong?" Ethan asked.

"The Lady of the castle has instructed me to stay here for my own safety." You replied. "She's taken very good care of me for well over a year, Mr. Winters."

Ethan scratched his head. "And you trust her?" You nodded your head. "Are you under a spell of some sort? Don't you see that she's just keeping you safe until she can get her hands on your child?" Ethan asked.

You slowly got out of the bed. "Alcina would never do anything to harm me or our child, Mr. Winters." You replied. "I'd really like it if you left the room or better yet, left the castle. Your daughter is not here, I'm afraid you've been misinformed." You explained.

"Maybe I have, but I can't just leave you here." Ethan said before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the room.

You struggled against him. "Mr. Winters, please, I'm perfectly safe. I appreciate your concern." You tried tugging your arm free but his grip was too tight. "Mr. Winters, you're hurting me." You whimpered slightly.

He stopped and let go of your wrist. "Sorry." Ethan said before he started walking again. You followed after him. "How do you get out of this place?" He muttered to himself.

"I can help you find the way out." You replied. "The front door should actually be open and then you're good from there." The two of you walked down the stairs. A maniacal laugh rang out. "Just keep going. That's probably Daniela."

You'd been right. "Y/N?" Daniela asked.

"Hi, Dani. I was just showing Mr. Winters the way out. He won't be bothering us anymore." You replied. You tried to open the front door but it wouldn't budge. You frowned. "Dani, why does Alcina have the front door locked?" You asked, turning back around to face her.

"To keep him from going out. Why aren't you in the room, Y/N? Mother's going to be very crossed with you." Daniela replied. "Cass! Bela! Mr. Winters is by the front door, if you're around." Daniela called out before she went to grab your hand.

"Don't touch her." Ethan said as he pulled out his gun.

You gasped. "Mr. Winters, what are you doing? Put the gun down." You said. "Please."

"Y/N, you really shouldn't witness what I'm about to do." Ethan replied. "Take this key, it'll lead you to the Courtyard. Whatever you do, don't turn around for any noises that you hear." Ethan handed you the key.

You shook your head and dropped the key to the floor. "No, I won't leave you alone with her." You replied. "Everything's going to be fine, Dani, I'm just going to help him leave the castle grounds and then I'll be back." You said.

"No, Y/N, you're not allowed to leave the castle, not with the baby on the way. Just go back to the room before Mother finds it empty." You nodded your head and turned to leave, but then you heard Ethan fire his gun, the bullet missing Daniela. "You son of a bitch." Daniela gritted through her teeth as she lunged forward towards him. You heard another two shots fire and then you heard a ringing in your ear and the faint sound of someone saying your name "Y/N? Y/N? Hey, stay with me." Daniela held you in her lap.

"What hap-" You couldn't get the whole question out.

"Cass! Bela! Mother! Please, come quickly!" You heard Daniela yell as loudly as she could. "You monster. Why the fuck would you shoot her?!" Daniela screamed at Ethan.

"I'm sorry, she got in the way. It was for you, only or you." Ethan was paralysed with shock, realising what he'd done. He dropped his gun.

You could hear the faint sound of buzzing and then faint clicking and clacking of heels. "Da- Dani, the b-ba-baby," You croaked out.

Daniela spoke to you through tears. "Shh, Y/N, Mother's almost here. She'll help you. You'll be fine. And the baby will be fine." Daniela rambled as she held onto your body tightly.

"Daniela? What happened?" Alcina asked. Daniela looked up at her. Alcina's eyes came upon your body and she turned to Ethan. "You fucking rat! What have you done?!" Alcina was furious. She wanted that man dead. You could hear the sound of blood squelching as she impaled Ethan with her claws, not stopping until her dress was covered in his blood or one of her daughters pulled her off.

"Mother, Y/N's losing blood fast, and the baby..." Daniela trailed off.

"Call Mother Miranda. Have her and Heisenberg get here as quickly as they can. Take Y/N to the sitting room and put her in a comfortable position." Alcina instructed her daughters. Alcina picked up Ethan's bloody body. "By the time I'm done disposing of his body, they should be here." Alcina left the room without another word.

You always thought a gunshot would kill someone instantly. You'd gotten hit in the shoulder and the chest. The shot to your chest should've been fatal, but here you were being carried by Daniela to the sitting room and being put into a comfortable position as her Mother had instructed. True to her word Mother Miranda and Heisenberg had gotten to the castle a few short seconds before Alcina came back.

"Mother Miranda, Heisenberg, she's in the sitting room." Alcina said as she guided them to where you were. Your breathing was quite shallow and it hurt to breathe. "Relax, my dear, Mother Miranda will do what she can to help you." Alcina ran her over your cheek and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Alcina, my dear, I don't think this'll work." Mother Miranda replied.

Alcina's face hardened. "Alci, think about Y/N and the baby." Heisenberg said. "We might not be able to save both of them."

Alcina eyes filled with tears at the thought of only one of you living. "No. No, we must help them both." Alcina said. "We can, we can deliver the baby and then tend to Y/N's wounds. Yes, yes, we'll give her the virus if we must." Heisenberg let out a deep sigh, Alcina scowled at him.

"Oh, Alcina, I'm afraid Y/N's lost more blood than I can work with. The virus won't take with the lack of blood." Mother Miranda replied. Alcina opened her mouth to protest, but Mother Miranda raised her hand. "However, I can deliver the baby if we can keep Y/N awake long enough. It's too risky to have her push with the blood loss so I'll have to cut into her."

Alcina nodded her head, taking your hand in hers. "Do what you must." Alcina replied. "I'm so sorry, iubirea mea. I've failed to keep you and our child safe, I failed at the one thing I promised you when you first came here. I failed at protecting you." Alcina pressed a kiss to the hand that she was holding.

You let out a small groan. "Al?" You asked.

"Yes, draga mea?" Alcina replied.

"The baby. Take care of her." It took you a while to get the sentence out but you managed to say it.

Alcina nodded her head. "Of course, my darling. I will protect her with everything I have in me. I won't break my promise to you twice, I wouldn't dare." Alcina could feel the tears falling down her face as Heisenberg's hand came upon her shoulder.

"You'll have to say goodbye now, Alci. It's likely that she won't wake up after the procedure." Heisenberg's word left a bitter taste in his mouth. The thought of you dying hurt him. You were like family to all of them even Mother Miranda. Heisenberg gave the hand Alcina wasn't holding a light squeeze before he walked over to the other side of the room. He couldn't find it in himself to say goodbye to you.

You could see the blurry outlines of Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela as they kneeled down beside you. You tried to give them a small smile but you just ended up grunting in pain at the attempt, coughing a bit.

"We'll miss you." Bela said. She placed a kiss to your cheek before standing up, the wetness of her tears lingering on your cheek.

Cassandra sniffled. "Terribly so. But we'll look after the little one, promise." Cassandra stroked your arm before standing next to Bela.

Daniela picked up your hand and looked up at her Mother. "It should be me lying here. His shots were meant for me, not you, you stupid little human. Why would you do that? It's not fair, you were supposed to be with us forever." Daniela wiped at her tears. "You said forever and now you're leaving us. Like two peas in a pod, you and Mother broke your promises. You stupid, stupid human, it should've been me." Daniela muttered those last few words to herself.

You gave her hand the tightest squeeze you could muster. "S-s-sor-sorry." Daniela brought your hand up to her mouth, her tears hitting the back of your hand. "Sorry."

Daniela pressed a kiss to your hand and then your forehead. "You better come back to us. I don't care how, just come back." Daniela whispered in your ear before she pushed herself up and went to stand with Bela and Cassandra.

Now it was Alcina's turn to say goodbye. You were fading faster, as your body was succumbing to your wounds.

"Y/N, my dear, tu esti totul pentru mine. Your spirit will live on in our child, I'm sure. She'll have your humour, your wisdom, and she'll have all of the love I can give her as I gave to you." Alcina placed one more kiss upon your forehead. "Goodbye, my love, may we meet again someday." Alcina went to rise but you moved your hand around to find hers. You could see her eyebrow raise through your fuzzy eyesight.

"Anastasia." You said softly. Alcina frowned. "Baby." You wheezed out.

Alcina smiled. "Anastasia. She who will rise again." Alcina said. "Sleep well, my darling. Our Anastasia will be taken care of." Alcina caressed your cheek before moving out of Mother Miranda's way.

You felt your eyes flutter close and you felt your breathing start to hurt less and less. Feeling the faint coldness of something against you as your breathing started to slow down. You heard soft cries as your hearing started to diminish. You felt at peace knowing that you were surrounded by the ones you called your family, knowing that they'd take great care of Anastasia. You felt at peace as you took your last breathe, your world now dark and quiet. As Mother Miranda had said while she sat beside you, "In each loss there is a gain, as in every gain there is a loss. and with each new ending comes a new beginning."

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu's daughters #ethan winters #mother miranda #heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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bebepac · 3 years

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Field Trip

Original Post: 08/21/21 at 6:35PM EST

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompt # 108 “ Two can play that game.” which will appear in bold

I am also participating in @choicesaugustchallenge prompt # 19 for potato.

This is chapter 3 of School Dayz. To catch up on what you’ve been missing, please click School Dayz.

Liam and Riley belong to PB, and all others mentioned are my own characters to tell our story.

The Book: TRR (No Royals) Pairing: Liam x Riley Warnings: If you don’t like butterflies this might not be for you. Rating: G Word count 1440

Summary: Field trip to the Ruby Valley Conservatory and Botanical gardens. Liam is a hero.

A/N: Fun fact: As I have mentioned my Riley character (TRR MC) always has components of my personality, whether they be good, bad, or indifferent. Riley here has my fear of butterflies, which fun fact does actually have a name, which I didn’t know until today: Lepidopterophobia. And this comment on the website means they totally get me: “While many people see butterflies as cute and harmless creatures, some people are afraid of how they look and are skittish by their behaviors.”

They are evil. Covid was brought here on the wings of a butterfly and you won’t convince me otherwise.

So that down there is a big fat nope. Is that a pterodactyl? I really can’t with that. I can’t even focus on it!!!! Yeeeesh!!!!!!!

Riley handed both her and Taylor's permission slips to her dad.

"Can you sign these for me and Taylor?"

Her father raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"

"Our biology class is going to the West Ruby Valley Botanical gardens for the day."

Jason slipped on his glasses.

"And why didn't Taylor come to ask for her’s to be signed herself?"

"Because she loses stuff! I may accidentally break things like my glasses all the time but she couldn't keep a piece of paper even when you stapled it to her shirt."

"That's what I used to do." Jason smiled.

"And I took it off her, and kept them for her until we needed to turn them in. Why do you like to embarrass us Dad?"

"You just wait until you have kids one day, Jelly. You'll understand.”

Jason signed both the permission slips.

Sitting at his home office desk, he pulled out his stapler, clipping it into the air, the staples flying out of his high capacity stapler.

“You sure you don’t need any help holding on to these papers?”

“Nope Dad, I’m all set.”

“And another thing, school just started, why in the world are you kids already taking a field trip?”

“Don’t know, don’t care?”

Jason poked Riley. “You smart aleck.”

“Can you send us money for snacks and the gift shop?”

“How much?”

“Daaaaadddd you know I like to eat.”

“You can pack it away like your brother.”

Her father took out his phone, and immediately Riley got a notification that money had been moved into her account. Fifty bucks!

“Thank you daddy!”

She kissed her father’s cheek before she ran out the room.

The next day Riley woke up so excited about the field trip. She was also a little nervous, she wanted to ask Liam to sit with her on the bus. Especially after how well it seemed to go between them at the party. Her kissing his cheek had meant a lot to her. Maybe it did mean the same thing to Liam too. After she dressed, Riley put on a little bit of makeup like Taylor had shown her. She thought she looked nice.

When she walked into class the next day Liam was already sitting at their table.

“Hi Liam!” She smiled shyly at him.

“Hi Riley!” Liam smiled back, as he adjusted his glasses on his face. He had some books about flowers on the desk with a notebook.

“I was thinking, maybe we could sit together on the bus to the Conservatory?”

Riley gasped. Where was her voice?!?!?! Why couldn’t she talk?!?!?! Of course she could feel her face reddening.

“But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Liam looked down at his books.

“I would like that a lot.” Riley said finally finding her voice. Liam looked back up to her.

“Okay.”

Of course Mrs. Barbour had to ruin those plans. Bus buddies were being picked not by random but by the good old-fashioned alphabet which meant Riley's bus buddy was going to be…..

“Hi twin!!!!” Taylor grabbed Riley’s arm. “We’ve only been travel buddies since before we were born.”

Riley was actually surprised that Taylor was so excited about the two of them being buddies.

“So thanks for talking to dad last night, he gave me $50 too. I’m going to eat the bag lunch, hey can we go to Sephora after school, there’s this lip gloss and stain I really want to get, and I can get my birthday month surprise too.”

Taylor continued chattering away, Riley’s attention was on Liam as he got on the bus. And as he walked by her, his eyes met hers, and she thought he looked sad too.

West Ruby Valley Conservatory and Botanical gardens was a beautiful place. Riley loved the pristine glass of the building and couldn’t wait to explore inside. The glass enclosure made it a larger than life greenhouse.

Riley loved flowers even though she had allergies, she had made sure she had taken her allergy medication that morning. She had planned to take a lot of pictures.

With their buddies they were taken on a historical tour talking about the gardens and some of the rare and beautiful flowers that were blooming in the enclosure.

Liam asked lots of questions, and wrote things down in his notebook. Riley thought Liam was very intelligent. The next part of the tour their large group was split into two smaller ones to continue on to some of the more exotic flower rooms of the conservatory. Liam was disappointed again that he didn’t get to be in the group with Riley and watched her walk away with her group and the other instructor and tour guide.

After another hour or so the groups were finally given an hour of freedom before lunch and the drive back. Riley roamed around looking for Liam.

“Well this is as good a place as any to start.” The plaque on the door said “The Butterfly Room.”

Riley walked inside, and it took her breath away. There were so many beautiful flowers in the room. Riley quickly took out her camera and started to snap away at pictures.

Meanwhile……..

“Why aren’t you a lovely specimen of the Danaus Plexippus. Would you be still on that flower for a moment while I take your picture?”

Liam snapped the picture, then a second for good measure and smiled. “Thank you kindly.”

Liam stood up in attention, and the noise he heard it again, sounding like a scared whimper.

He walked briskly towards the sound and when he rounded the corner, He saw Riley.

“Not again…” she shrieked. Riley looked panicked as she covered her face, there were butterflies fluttering around her, landing on her, and she was shaking in fear.

Liam morphed into action grabbing his inhaler taking a double puff.

“You leave her alone Papilio Zelicaon! NO ONE MESSES WITH MY GIRL!!!”

He ran into the swarm of butterflies that had encircled Riley, and grabbed her pulling her into his arms, and carried her free from them back out of the room. As he walked fast Riley buried her face into his shirt. Liam felt like the hero, and also he’s glad his brother made him lift weights at home. He was sure he would have never been able to carry Riley a few months ago.

He put her down once they got back out of the room. Riley was feverishly shaking off her clothes.

“I feel like they are still on me.”

“There’s nothing on you.”

When Riley calmed down more, he finally asked her the question on his mind.

“First off, Riley are you alright?

She nodded.

“Second, why did you go into the butterfly room if you are scared of butterflies?”

“I didn’t think it was a ROOM FILLED WITH BUTTERFLIES!!!!!!”

Liam laughed, shaking his head at her.

“Besides, I was looking for you.”

“Well you know why they swarmed you like that right?”

“No, and I wish they would stop! The first time this happened I was a little kid.”

“Because you smell sweet to them, and they thought you were a flower. They wanted to be around you… and who could blame them.”

Riley knew right then.... she wanted her first ever for real kiss on the lips to be with the one and only Liam Rys.

Both of their faces were pink when they heard the announcement for them to all go to lunch.

Riley and Liam decided on getting lunch in the Conservatory. They ordered two burgers, and a large order of steak fries and drinks. Both got root beer.

“You know Riley french fries are probably my favorite preparation of the potato.”

“My mom makes the best mashed potatoes. I could eat a whole plate of her mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner and be happy.”

Their plates of food were brought to them.

“So what’s your french fry philosophy Liam?”

“My what?”

As Riley asked she took the bottle of ketchup in her hand.

“Do you drizzle ketchup over your fries or do you dunk them?”

Liam thought for a second before answering.

“I’m all about the ketchup lake on my plate, I dunk my fries.”

“Me too.”

They began eating their food and continued to talk. Both ate off the side of the fries that was closest to them until Riley broke the rules, snatching a fry from Liam’s side.

“Hey!!! Two can play that game!”

He grabbed a fry from Riley’s side, which she tried to defend from him.

Both laughed loudly and didn’t care who was watching them.

As they got ready to leave and they started walking away, Liam’s hand slipped into her’s giving it a soft squeeze.

Riley glanced up at him smiling.

Their night at the party clearly meant something to him too.

#bebepac writes #school dayz #trr au #trr fanfic #trr fandom #trr liam #trr riley #trr mc x liam #trr taylor #wacky drabbles #choices fic writers creations #play choices #choicesaugust2021

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sims-and-counting · 2 years

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It’s about time we got new family portraits done! It is SO hard to keep up with all the birthdays and births God has blessed US with! But I LOVE sharing pictures of my beautiful, GODLY family!

From left to right, Abgail (14), Dorothea (8), Ivy (6), Stephen (7), Esty (nearly 2), Charlie, Me (Wanda!), Willow (3), Marjorie (13), and John (12). As you can see, we’re expecting blessing number NINE next month, so this family picture won’t be up to date for long! Looking at my children, I am sorrowful about the large gap between John and Dorothea. How many more children could we have been blessed with if my faith were stronger! I’m grateful that God saw past whatever transgressions I had committed and saw fit to bless us with more children! Thankfully, I am still young at 32 and have many more years to be fruitful!

Here are my GIRLS! What precious examples of Godly womanhood they are growing up to be! Dorothea’s hotheaded spirit is beginning to calm, thank the Lord, although she is still prone to tantrums. I still struggle to persuade Marjorie to spend time with the children rather than her chickens, but Abigail is a perfect future mother! Lord willing, the little ones will follow in her footsteps!

And then there are my handsome men, posing near the beehives that make us most of our income during the summer! Now that John and Stephen are older, it’s very crucial they spend time with their father to learn how to be a husband, provider, and headship, and not pick up any feminine influences from their sisters. Praise the Lord, Charlie is raising them to be true MEN. John has taken charge of the garden crops, and Stephen is learning all about beekeeping and caring for the animals. Soon he’ll be able to take over that task from Marjorie, so she can focus more on her mothering skills!

#gen4 #family portrait #hastings family

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fantasynamesbymeforyou · 2 years

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Hey guys, it's my first Character Inspo post! This was an anonymous request for 2 characters, I've added their descriptions to distinguish them. Thank you anon for the request, this was fun! I hope I gave you some names you can use :-)

CHARACTER 1 male, albino, dark elf, magic user, good, loyal, determined, fond of animals (especially dogs and wolves), psychotic tendencies BUT not heartless, cares for everyone's safety, cares for his sister and foster family, rescued, adopted, and named by mercenaries who live in a wasteland

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If the mercenaries are literal and named him based on how he looks:

Albion - m (English) white

Alpheios - m (Greek) whiteness. Also: Alphenor

Átuay - m/f (Banjal) the white one

Báine - m/f (Irish) whiteness, pallor

Belián - m (Hungarian) white

Bled - m (Albanian) pale. In English it is the past tense of bleeding

Fingal - m (Scottish Gaelic) white stranger. Also: Fingall, Fionnghall, Finn, Fynn

Hayan - m/f (Korean) white, pale

Shirako - m/f (Japanese) white child

Wynn - m (Welsh) white, fair, blessed. Also: Wyn, Wynne

If the mercenaries are poetic and gave him a name with a pretty/magical meaning:

Abera - m (Ethiopian) light, he shines

Fannar - m (Icelandic) snow drift

Galdur - m (Icelandic) magic chant

Garanwyn - m (Welsh) white heron

Lebanah - m (Hebrew) white. A poetic name for the moon

Melrakki - m (Icelandic) arctic fox, white fox

Rajnish - m (Sanskrit) lord of the night. A poetic term for the moon

Ren - m/f (Japanese) white silk

Sengphet - m/f (Lao) light like a diamond, light as a gem

Yeong-Ho - m (Korean) reflecting bright light, luminous

If the mercenaries want him to be a good person or gave him an affectionate name:

Admase - m (Amharic) my diamond

Cuán - m (Irish) little wolf, little hound

Faolán - m (Irish) little wolf

Hyeon-Jeong - m/f (Korean) shining and loyal, glittering and virtuous

Ikhlas - m/f (Arabic) sincerity, devotion, loyalty

Inayat - m (Urdu) care, concern

Sabu - m (Bengali) strong and loyal person

Sy-raykuo - m/f (Nganasan) little white one

True - m/f (English) real, honest, factual, trustworthy, loyal, faithful

Veran - m (Serbian) loyal, faithful

If the mercenaries are very aware that they are mercenaries living in a wasteland and want this baby to be strong:

Ahtimer - m (Chuvash) white iron

Amastan - m (Tuareg) protector, defender

Báiláng - m/f (Mandarin Chinese) white wolf

Blācwulf - m (Old English) pale wolf

Conven - m (Breton) white dog, white warrior

Hatim - m (Arabic) determined, decisive

Matoskah - m (Lakota) polar bear, white bear

Spinzar - m (Pashto) silver. Literally white metal

Tanwyn - m (Welsh) white fire

Warin - m (Ancient Germanic) guard, protect

CHARACTER 2 female, cat girl, sweet, kind, brave, determined, helpful, psychotic tendencies but wants to save the region and take down the evil organization, deeply cares about her foster family and brother, likes the moon and stars, flowers, and animals (especially cats, she can communicate with them), rescued, adopted, and named by mercenaries who live in a wasteland

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If the mercenaries are literal and named her based on how she looks:

Billee - m/f (Hindi) cat

Catta - f (Gaulish) cat

Kissa - f (Finnish) cat

Maew - f (Thai) cat

Mayet - f (Ancient Egyptian) the cat

Mee - f (Hmong) cat / noodle

Miem - f (Limburgish) cat

Mineko - f (Japanese) beautiful cat

Piris - f (Khakas) cat

Popoki - m/f (Hawaiian) cat

If the mercenaries are poetic and gave her a name with a pretty meaning:

Ayla - f (Turkish) moonlight, halo

Briallen - f (Welsh) primrose

Dahlia - f (English) a flower with large blooms. Also: Dalia

Eirlys - f (Welsh) snowdrop flower

Estera - f (Spanish) star. Also: Estere, Esteri, Esfir, Esther, Ester, Estee, Esti, Essi, Hester, Hettie

Gülay - f (Turkish) rose moon

Haneko - f (Japanese) cat amongst flowers, flower cat

Huraka - f (Sanskrit + Mandarin Chinese) tiger under a full moon

Lasy - f (Yi) tiger flower

Stelara - f (Esperanto) constellaion. Also: Stella

If the mercenaries want her to be a good person or gave her an affectionate name:

Āwhina - f (Maori) help, support

Canan - f (Turkish) sweetheart, beloved

Dulcinea - f (English) sweet. Also: Dulcie

Faria - f (Urdu) beautiful, kind, loving

Katida - f (Esperanto) kitten

Koneko - f (Japanese) kitten. Literally little cat

Latifa - f (Arabic) gentle, kind

Miela - f (Esperanto) sweet like honey

Minette - f (French) kitten

Sayen - f (Mapuche) sweet, lovely

If the mercenaries are very aware that they are mercenaries living in a wasteland and want this baby to be strong:

Ari - m/f (Hebrew) lion. Also means kind, compassionate, friendly in Arabic.

Brava - f (Esperanto) valiant, brave

Kephirah - f (Hebrew) young lion

Klāua - m/f (Thai) brave and kind

Léonine - f (French) lion like

Meihu - f (Mandarin Chinese) beautiful tiger / rose tiger, gemstone tiger / younger sister tiger

Nhiriri - f (Shona) wild cat

Shere - m/f (Persian) tiger, lion

Tahmina - f (Persian) strong, brave, valiant

Torako - f (Japanese) tiger child

#request #character inspo #cat names #wolf names #name list #white names #sweet names

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needlepcint · 3 years

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INTRODUCING...

HALLE BAILEY, CIS WOMAN, 20, SHE / HER ⟨ ✽ ⟩ hey, you haven’t bumped into nia williams lately, have you ? they have been living here for the past two years ( during the school semester ) and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as quirky & charming. a little birdie told me they can be quite vain & devious though. explains why they’re an architecture major at whitby university. they really remind me of field time at six am and still making your eight am looking flawless, spandex shorts under short skirts paired with high heels you can run in, && impeccably manicured hands handling any power tool with ease. if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around the retro room.

HIGHLIGHTS...

the daughter raised by a single father, a former nhler, though also with the help of his teammates’ wives and girlfriends — a unique situation that shaped her life ; a lover of beauty, no matter what it may be, but a little obsessed with it when it comes to herself ; tiny but with a nose for scoring, speed, and elusiveness on the field that’s made her a two time women’s soccer mvp and she’s only a junior ; sometimes comes across as a little ditzy and airheaded, but though she has the look of a girly-girl, looks can be deceiving and certainly don’t underestimate her ; has an incredible knack for turning old things into new and desired items, mostly with regards to furniture and knicknacks.

THE STORY...

— cole harbour, nova scotia, the birthplace of sidney crosby the next one, eight years later — nathan mackinnon, and six years after that : nia williams. her birth was unplanned, however ; her mother only twenty and working towards med school. her father a halifax mooseheads player just having fun at her conception, now twenty-two and playing out his dreams in the nhl with the montreal canadians.

— things always work out in the end, though, and at twenty-two her father became her sole guardian and growing up quite a bit in the process, her mother vanishing from her life at that point and never re-entering.

— she was technically raised by a single father, but she was also perhaps raised by the veterans on the team and most importantly, the wives and girlfriends of her father’s teammates whose care she was left in the care of during games. it was them that taught her the things that her father couldn’t, and nia never wanted for her mother, that space happily and willingly filled by almost two dozen women who were older sisters, mothers, aunts... they were family.

— but even with all the make up and fashion advice, nia was very much her father’s daughter as well : crawling around the outdoors, going one-on-one on the ice, swimming in the ocean and still looking flawless while doing it. michael williams was a good father in the end, and grew into the role.

— she play hockey and soccer growing up, seeming to have a nose for offense, as elusive on skates as in cleats. nia could’ve been great at both sports, was great at both sports, but in the middle of high school she made the switch to focus on soccer full time. her passion for the ice remained, but the opportunities in soccer were stronger — and she loved the outdoors, loved the field in the early hours of morning.

— it was in the summer after grade 11 that she was offered a scholarship from whitby university to play women’s soccer ( amongst others ), but whitby fit the bill for what she wanted, and port briar reminded her a lot of home in cole harbour with the chilly sea. so after graduation, she was off to whitby to play soccer.

— on the college scene, it became obvious that nia simply put, was a star. a small but ever elusive forward who had speed that didn’t seem possible with her stature and an ability to score like no one else. the campus loved her, the team loved her, and opposing teams loved to hate her on the field. she was named mvp of the team as a freshman, a feat she would repeat her sophomore year as well. she’s currently gunning for her third.

MISC...

— architecture feels like an odd choice for those who don’t know nia well. she tends to come across as a little bit of an airhead, ditzy, not always the greatest with common sense. but she is actually quite book smart and sometimes, the ditziness is just a bit of an act. she had fostered a bit of FASCINATION with arenas having been in so many growing up, she began to harbor a desire to design one ( and to do it better ). sketching had been something that held her attention when she needed to be seated and still, and that fit in perfectly. after entering whitby undeclared, nia found herself drawn to the architecture department and program, officially declaring at the end of her freshman year.

— nia is hardly ever still : tapping fingers, jumping knees, sitting and then standing. she was diagnosed with adhd when she was seven. she is medicated for it now, but it also still manifests in attention deficient for her, leaving a wake of unfinished projects in her wake. sports had been one of the few things that held her attention, kept her occupied, and one of the few things she worked to hone her skills in.

— because of her tendency to jump from one thing to another, it’s no surprise she had a litany of hobbies that she’s tried : you name it, she’s likely tried it once. everything from yoga, to sewing, to painting, to rock climbing. in some ways it’s made her a bit of a jack of all trades, though she always comes back to soccer in the end.

— however, one of thing did stick, kinda. in high school she took a woodworking class and from that spawned a hobby of furniture upcycling. her father had always been good with his hands and she knew her way around power tools, still does. she takes great pride in being able to fix things to be usable again, and loves to shop around the retro room or drive around port briar looking for things left at the curb. it can’t be a huge project though, like anything, if it’s not done in one go, chances are she may never return to finish the project.

— she lives in an off-campus apartment this year after spending the first two in dorms. she’s looking forward to having her own space and kitchen ( even with roommates ).

— rigid schedules help her to keep organized when her natural tendency is to fall back into messiness and chaos. living with a neat roommate has helped her in some ways, because though messiness is her tendency, she finds that neatness helps her to keep focused and on track. being reminded to clean every week has been good for her.

— her favorite color is red and she has a penchant for red nails and red lipstick.

— her father is now an assistant hockey coach in the ncaa, but not at whitby. she sees him when that school in in town though she’s always rooting for whitby. her summers are spent back in cole harbour and she is still in touch with some of the wives and girlfriends who she’d been so close to.

— she’s an early bird, as odd as it is. she’s always loved sunrises over the atlantic ocean. you can find her either on the field or out for a run in the early hours, and then when the snow flies, likely doing yoga.

PERSONALITY...

— on the surface nia is very much a pretty girl. always looking flawless, a little ditzy, a little shallow. her smile is her weapon and she uses it to get people on her side. she likes people to like her, though one might hesitate to truly classify her as a nice girl or a mean girl. she ends up falling somewhere in the middle as most people do, never mean without cause but not friends with anyone. her enemies aren’t always obvious, something kept under wraps with petty glares and muttered comments. she doesn’t go looking for trouble, but if it crosses her path she meets it head on. her soccer star status has endeared her with some and made her just as many enemies, especially on their rival teams. she’s generally sweet to everyone she meets, but wrong her and she’ll be the first to be shit talking behind your back.

— men and women alike find her charming, something that suits her tastes. she’s been in a fair number of flings, though nothing that she ever saw as longterm. nia in general doesn’t look at the big picture, which has frustrated some who saw something more with her. but people still love her all the same. it’s a power she pretends to not know she has, but she’s more devious than her lipsticked smiles portray her to be.

— she has a thing for looks, rarely looking less than pristine herself, even in the middle of practice on a hot pre-season day. beauty, she’s been told, starts on the inside, and she does believe that, but helping along the outside never hurts either. she likes to feel good about herself, and comfort doesn’t always take precedence.

— nia always has a schedule, but at the same time, she’s almost always late. time management is a thing she’s still working on, and the only advice is to tell her anything is fifteen minutes earlier than it is.

— she’s a pretty girl, but has never felt like she had to stick to that box. instead, she has a way of just looking flawless no matter what that does. people judge her from her appearance and she knows that, but she also relishes in being able to prove people wrong. she knows her way around a math class and almost every power tool there is, she’s not afraid to get dirty --- just looking bad, so she’ll find a way to make mud look flawless. she’s obsessed with beauty, just not always the most conventional forms of it.

APPEARANCE...

— 5′0″, built lithe and fast.

— style : cute and cottagecore on the daily, but isn’t afraid to toe the line into edgy for nights out. a bit of “hardness” can make its way into her outfit in blacks and faux leathers matched with flowy silks and puff sleeves. she can make the switch from “good girl” to “bad girl” as quickly as she wants, depending on how she’s feeling that day.

— jewelry : an absolute sucker for jewelry. often is on esty too often despite her already extensive collection of bracelets, necklaces, and rings. her style is often dainty jewelry, though she doesn’t discriminate.

— tattoos : a small butterfly on the back of her left shoulder

— scars : several small nicks and almost invisible ones

OOC...

hiiii. it’s ollie again ✌️😎... and bc i normally play hockey bois... here’s my self-indulgent tie to hockey via nia whoops.

#briar.intro #( that pic of halle truly just... wow )

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Three Days ~ 44

This chapter nearly killed me. Hot, sexy, sweet. Sigh. Enjoy

~*~Sebastian~*~

By my calculation, Emma should be here any minute. I'd texted her my entry code, which left me to pace in front of the door like a caged lion. It was our first time at my place and I was excited and anxious. I wanted her to like it and more importantly to feel comfortable. It’s weird at first when you’re in someone's home. You don't know the rules, for lack of a better word. Like how I followed her lead taking my shoes off and putting them in the tray that lined the entryway. We'd cooked dinner so I was used to digging around her fridge looking for things. Also made it easy to make sure I had her favorite yogurt in mine. I'd dug out a luggage sling so her stuff didn’t have to be on the floor. And I made room in my closet for the dress she'd be wearing to dinner. I was excited about having her things here. There was going to be jewelry on my dresser, her hair products in my shower, and makeup by the mirror. I wanted to see her see mixed in with me. I felt comfortable in her place. I can already notice shifts in her mood and if she’s feeling strange here, hopefully, I'll pick it up and can fix whatever is wrong. Or she'll just tell me. Oh, the big thing I did was upgrade my sheets. Her's had been amazing and I bought a set in a different style and sheen, but the same thread count.

There was a knock on my door. I jumped with the noise and almost dove for the door, jerking it open. Emma had on form-fitting black capris, a pink top with a zipper I was going to enjoy playing with, and pink sandals. Her hair was in tight curls hanging over her shoulder with makeup that accentuated not covered her. When her green eyes got to me, I lost my breath. Her eyes sparkled and she said, "I’m here."

I pulled her suitcase through the door before reaching for her, "Get in here."

Emma's hands touched me first. My stomach and straight up over my chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck as my hands touched her waist, guiding her closer. Her smile up close was even better, "Hi."

"Hi." I moved my hands up her back and kissed her. Finally. She'd been here way too long for me not to have kissed her. The taste and feel of her tongue was sweet and I relaxed into her.

Her fingers went into my hair and she pulled away, darting closer to capture and lick my bottom lip. "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

I took a hand from her back and trailed my fingers through her hair, before laying it on her face. I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, "I’m glad jeans and a t-shirt do it for you."

She pulled my thumb into her mouth circling her tongue around the digit. "It's the bare feet." She sighed and slid the hand not in my hair around my back and onto my ass. "Opening the door looking like this is lethal." She shrugged, "To me anyway."

Compliments from her feel... more. I feel warm all over. I kissed the side of her neck, "Thank you." I moved my mouth to the other side of her neck, placing my open mouth over just the right spot and using the tip of my tongue to make the hand on my ass grab on. "I like you here already." I went back to her mouth, kissing her deeper.

Emma's fingers honed in on the spot on my side that was directly wired to the pleasure center of my brain. And my cock. "I like being here."

I could tell. Her breathing was off. I felt her touch my skin, fingers under my shirt. "I said I wasn't going to attack you the minute you walked through the door."

She sucked my earlobe between her lips, "Said to who?"

"Myself."

Emma pulled back and looked at me, her face was amused. "Why did you tell yourself this?"

I bit my lip, letting it slowly slip free. The side of my mouth curved into an embarrassed smile, "I don’t want you to think this is all about sex."

The hand that had been in my hair was now on my cheek. “Sebasti-an, ești minunată.” <You're amazing.>

I think she's going to kill me with these little short Romanian sentences she keeps learning just to use my name.

"I don't think this is about sex. " She pressed her lips to mine. "I think we're in the can't keep our hands off each other phase of something new. I like that you want me as much as I want you."

I closed my eyes to let that last sentence sink in.

"It's never been all about sex." She started to kiss me again but stopped right before contact. "Take me to bed."

"Or lose you forever?" I took her hand and led her toward my bedroom.

She laughed behind me, "Nothing quite so dramatic, you big stud."

I was so thankful she got the movie reference. I stopped inside my bedroom and pulled her close, wrapping our joined hands around her back, my other hand going back to her face, "I don’t want to fuck this up."

"I won't let you if you don't let me."

Fuck. The look on her face. “Esti cel uimitor.”

She looked confused and was thinking, "No idea."

"You’re the amazing one.” We starting kissing and touching again. I went for her breast, squeezing and rubbing my thumb over her nipple. I remembered her shirt had a zipper and pulled that down where I could feel around and pop the clasp on her bra. I lowered my head to take her in. I loved how tight her nipple got in my mouth and the way she fisted my hair when I sucked her. I only stopped because she was pulling my shirt over my head. Once that was gone, I went back to what I was doing on the other breast. I put a hand between her legs, pressing my fingers into her. Emma's nails dug in my shoulder and I moved back a little to barely tease her nipple with my tongue and looked up at her watching me. I kept rubbing between her legs as I stood, "I want to do that between your legs." I went for the zipper on her pants, but there wasn't on in the front or back. That was frustrating, "How do I get you out of these damn pants?"

Emma laughed, "Side. Other side."

I shook my head while I managed the side zip and pushed them down her legs, "Laughing at me while I'm trying to do dirty things to you."

"You're adorable when you're frustrated."

"You should wear fewer frustrating clothes." I walked her backward. When her legs hit the bed, she sat down and reached for me. She hooked the waistband of my jeans and pulled me forward, placing open-mouthed kisses on my stomach while she ever so slowly worked the button, zipper, and pushed my jeans over my ass. I took them the rest of the way while she stripped herself of her shirt and bra.

I put my hands on the bed next to her hips and kissed her, our tongues tangling as I pushed her back.

Kissing her might be my favorite thing to do on earth.

I kept up the kissing while she touched me. Sometimes the palms of her hands caressed my back, other times her fingers, or her nails. When she grabbed my ass and tried to pull me to her, I backed away, kissing her neck. "I want inside you. With my tongue."

She was up on her elbows as I moved lower. "Then I can suck your cock?"

I looked up and nodded, "Then you can do whatever you want with my cock."

She sighed, "Fine." She threw her arms out to the side, "Do what you must."

I kissed right above her belly button, "I'll try and make it quick." I pushed her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh.

"No, don't rush on my account."

I laughed and used my thumbs to spread her wide. I needed room to work. The first taste of her sent a shock through both of us. Her hands tightened, bunching up in my quilt. I flipped her clit back and forth, up and down, and sucked her.

"Oh fuck, Bastian."

Bastian already? I don't usually get called Bastian until later. Wait. Oh no, she's not coming this quickly. I kissed her inner thigh again, rubbing my stubbly cheek against her skin, "Are you close?"

"Yes..." She squirmed and tried to get my attention back where she wanted it.

"Not yet, baby. I’m not done." I kissed and licked everywhere except her clit to keep her feeling good, but not good enough to come. When her breathing calmed down and her grip on the covers loosened I went back to her clit and slid my fingers inside her. I was rewarded with her fingers in my hair. I like her touching me while I go down on her. It's affectionate and pulling my hair is great positive reinforcement. I held her butt in my hands, controlling the contact even more. I could press in tight to lick her completely or back away for soft teasing surface tastes. I made room again and burned my face in her going hard, wanting to hear her. I wanted her ready to lose it. Her hands fisted my hair and she told me, "So close, Bastian, so close," was when I back off again. I move up a little to give her breast more attention while my fingers played between her legs. My fingers weren’t precise, just enough to not go backward.

Emma’s voice was breathy and tinged with frustration, "Sebastian, how long are you going to do this to me?"

"How much more you think you can take? All you gotta do is tell me when you've had enough."

“I don't know, but it’s not enough yet."

Something occurred to me, "You ever done this before.? " I circled her clit "Teased and denied. Edging.”

“No."

Huge turn on. Taking her somewhere new. Amazing that I didn’t come right then. I’m going to fight not to while I’m taking care of her. "Then let’s see what you can take. We're at three. Let's see if I can get you to five.” I focused on tongue fucking her with an occasional slip of my tongue upward to tease her clit, then back to tongue fucking her. It was the tongue fucking when she made me stop. I moved up and kissed low on her belly. When she'd calmed, I went back to long licks all the length of her and teasing kisses everywhere except her clit. I'm guessing that part of her body isn't going to tolerate much more.

Emma started making these whimpering noises, "Bastian, I want to come."

I immediately backed away to just nuzzling against her, "This is five. Four times I've got you there and slowed you down. If you wanna come this time, I’ll get you there. You're going to come so hard, baby. You wanna wait or you wanna come?"

Emma lifted her head to look at me, "I wanna come, Bastian, make me come, please."

The “please” got me. I went directly to her clit sucking her between my lips and humming against her. My fingers stroked inside her. I could feel the different patch of skin and focused there.

Emma held onto my forearm and was squeezing her breast. "So good, baby." Her breath caught then stuttered out. "Oh god."

It was starting. She got multiple stops to work up to this. She’s got to be wound tight. I put my hand low on her stomach working with the ones inside her. My tongue worked her and she was squirming into what I was giving her. Her stomach started to shake. That built to include her shoulders I just kept up what I was doing. Another few seconds and she was panting for breath. I pushed deep inside her and sucked her clit. Emma came up off the bed, back arching, and saying my name in every form over and over. Finally, she sucked in a breath and let out a very loud, "Oh my god!"

She collapsed back onto my bed and started laughing. Amazing, joyful, uncontrollable laughter. Never had this happen before and not completely sure what’s going on. I know she had a very hard orgasm, she's lost control, and I'm pretty fucking proud of myself. Don't know my next move here. I kind of don't want to interrupt, but I also want in on the fun. I moved my hand under her knee and ran it up to her hip. She sat up, leaning back on her hands, and the laughing subsided a little. Her eyes met mine and her laugh turned a little evil, "Stand up."

I obeyed, slowly backing up and standing by the edge of the bed.

Emma moved to her knees and came to the edge of the bed. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Hard. Intense. I let her have control and went with it. When she backed off the kiss, her hand wrapped around my cock and slowly stroked me. "Dear god, Sebastian."

I smiled, trying not to look smug, "You're welcome."

Emma threw her head back and laughed again. "You earned that self-satisfied smile. And thank you."

She looked down where she held me. "Now I get to do whatever I want with this?"

I don't know if it was her words or her hand, but a shock of pleasure zipped through me. My voice cracked, "Whatever you want."

She backed up and laid down on her stomach. I watched her tongue lick the tip of me then make larger and larger circles until she slid her mouth down my shaft. The visual was almost too much so I closed my eyes, "Feels good, Emma."

Emma hummed appreciatively, which made me shiver. I kept my eyes closed until I felt a little more in control. When I opened my eyes, I moaned at what I saw. Emma stretched out across my bed, legs a little spread, and her feet in the air crossed at the ankle. She's laying there like she's reading a book on the beach, but she's licking and sucking my cock. Sucking my cook while I have the perfect view of her naked back and her incredible ass.

I had to stop this if I wanted to be inside her. I leaned to the side and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand. I ran my hands down the long stretch of her back before pushing her shoulders as I pulled my hips back. I squatted down and kissed her, "Don't move."

I walked around to the other side of the bed, took her feet to uncross her ankles, and pulled her a little back where her head wasn't going to be hanging off my bed. I crawled over her, kissing the bottom curve of her ass, the base of her spine, the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades, and finally the back of her neck.

Emma reached behind her, her hand on my lower back, "I want you."

I sucked the curve where her neck and shoulder met, "I want you, too." I moved back and held onto her hips, "Raise up a little for me, baby."

She raised her hips and tilted her hips up. I ran the head of my cock through her wetness and started pressing inside her. She was so slick and warm, tight as I buried myself. My hips pressed against her ass and I laid over her, lacing my fingers with hers and holding them close to her shoulders. I kissed the back of her neck and over to her ear, "You feel so fucking good."

"You're so deep like this."

Her sigh when I pulled out and pushed back in confirmed that was a good thing. I held her tight, slowly thrusting into her, laying my head on her shoulder. Her skin under my cheek and the feel of her ass against my stomach had me needing not slow anymore. I pushed up on my hands to get more leverage and to pick up the pace.

"Fuck, yes." Emma held onto the edge of my mattress and twisted her neck to see me, her mouth open to breathe, "Keep doing that."

"As long as I can." That made her laugh and she tightened around my cock. "Oh shit, don't do that, or I'll come."

As good as this felt I realized I wanted to see her when I came. I pulled out, nudging her hip to get her to turn over. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs to rest on my chest before entering her again. She squeezed her thighs together, making my way tighter and adding more friction. I kissed the ankle on my shoulder and wrapped my arms around her legs to get where I could control the scene. Emma reached for my arms holding on and trying to change my speed. She wanted faster and I was working up to it. The change of angle and tightness was good slow until something clicked in and I went full-on banging. Her fingers worked down my arm and held on, "Harder, Seb. Fuck me harder. Finish us both."

That got my attention, "You gonna go again."

"I think so. A little help from you I think."

"I can do that.” I licked my thumb and placed it against her clit, rubbing at the same pace and intensity as we fucked. I was getting very close. "Babe."

She nodded, "A little faster, almost, fuck yes…Sebastian…"

I felt her walls tighten around me and held on. I wanted to ride those waves before letting go. Once she relaxed, I immediately picked up the pace slamming hard and fast into her, with my arms wrapped around her legs, keeping her tight and close. "Fuck, I’m gonna come. Come so deep inside your beautiful body." My face tensed and that spread quickly, reaching my cock and triggering my orgasm. I yelled out something that might have been a word. I dropped Emma's legs and laid over her, going back into intense kissing and being wrapped in her arms.

"Fucking amazing."

She brushed my hair back, "Completely."

I rolled over onto my back and tossed the condom into the trash can on the far side of my nightstand. I grabbed her hand, holding it between us on the bed, our breathing heavy and loud. I chuckled. No idea why except this had been fun. Emma laughed. Then we were both laughing. Emma climbed over me, straddling my waist, and pinning my hands by my head before kissing me. "Your tongue dangerous. I could not stop laughing. No control."

"Never caused a laughing orgasm before."

"Never had one."

I went to move my hands and she tightened her hold. "Do you want me to stay like this or try to get away? I'm good with either."

"I don't think you'd have to try too hard. I like your strength. How you can just grab my legs and pull me where you want me. I feel small when you do that."

I’m noticing a theme. "This is the second time you've said something about not feeling small. What exactly do you think you are?"

I let her keep me pinned while we talked because I liked it. Emma smiled, "I have grown to love my body. I used to hate it. My thighs, arms, and shoulders. And I’m taller than most girls. I've never been the girl you sweep off her feet, literally. I’m the tall athletic volleyball player not the tall thin girl with a thigh gap."

"Are you just saying it out loud or can I give my opinion? Please." I wanted to give an opinion. I have some experience with body image issues.

"You can speak."

"You’re strong. Your muscles are long and lean. You have curves in the best places." I lifted my head to look down her body. "Your ass is great."

"Are you an ass man?"

"Not really." I smiled and raised my eyebrows, "Wanna know what I like?" She nodded and eased down on me, letting up the pressure on my hands. I took one back and trailed my fingers down her back, an inch to the side of her spine. "I like skin. I like the long stretch of your back." I ran my hand along the bottom her left butt cheek, "There's a freckle right here. I want to kiss or bite every time I see it." I kissed her smile and rolled over where she was on her back with me on my side. Hooking her leg with my foot I nudged it to the side and stroked high on her inner thigh. "Right here is soft but firm, smooth, and warm against my lips." I put a hand on her hip and leaned over her to kiss right below her ribs. "And these three freckles." I kissed each one. "While not exactly the same place as my most sensitive spot, its close enough to intrigue me." I laid my hand on the flat of her stomach and kissed between her breasts, cutting my eyes up to hers, "Self-explanatory." She smiled at me and slid her fingers into my hair, leaving them there as I kissed her. "I like skin. Your skin."

"Thank you." She pulled me closer and kissed me.

I had a thought, "Oh, as for sweeping you off your feet. I remember having no problem holding you up and nailing you to the wall."

Emma's reaction was immediate. Her cheeks turned red and she started laughing. "You're incorrigible."

I laughed, "You're just so damn cute."

She looked at me and shook her head, twining our fingers, "Speaking of last weekend. I was drunk and can’t remember if I thanked you a not for the Drew thing. I knew you were there, but you let me handle him."

Good. That's what I’d been going for. "I didn't think you needed saving, but was available if you did."

"You did exactly what I needed. Support." I got another kiss. "Thank you.”

I nodded and considered if I should say the next words and open up a can of words. The decision is yes, opening the can. "Should we talk about the other thing?" The way she was looking at me was either she didn’t remember or wasn’t sure I did. "The part when he asked if you were my girlfriend and I said yes."

Her face opened up, "Oh, I didn't read into it. It was the easiest answer to de-escalate."

"Should we have the talk?" I emphasized “the”. Everyone knows what “the talk” is.

"We can have the why I don’t need to have the talk talk."

I rested my head on my hand, looking down on her, "OK, I’m listening."

"We've been dating for two weeks and I’m comfortable where we are. I like you and you like me. There’s the definition I need. The rest will” she thought for a moment, looking for a word, “evolve."

I understand the words, but I completely disagree with her. We're about to have our first disagreement. "I disagree. I don’t need to have the conversation. I want to. There are some things I want you to know and I want to know about you." She was smiling, so I went on. "I'll start. I've had four serious relationships differing lengths of time from six months to two years. Last one was over two years ago. No girlfriend after her. Some dates, a few short-lived things, and I had a friend with benefits. She called me the day after I got back from the weekend we met. I told her I was seeing someone, and we couldn’t see each other anymore. We hadn't been together in four months." I smiled, "And you, Emma, are the only person I’m dating. Or want to date."

She picked up my pause and started talking. "I have had two serious relationships. The first lasted about nine months. The next was Jimmy for about four years. That ended almost four years ago. I have not had a boyfriend since then. Dated a couple of guys. No friends with benefits, but I do have a very high-end vibrator."

Well, there was something I didn’t know. "We'll need to revisit that last one."

"I bet we will," she mumbled.

Fuck yeah, we were, but there was more important shit going on right now. I asked, "Are you seeing anyone besides me?"

"No." She smiled a little, almost shy. "Don't want to. I liked when you said yes, but I didn't want you thinking I was running around telling people you were my boyfriend."

I interrupted before she could go on, "Why?"

"We'd known each other a week. Maybe not long enough for you to know I'm not a clingy insecure woman who needs to know what everything means."

I was amused, "Took me three days to kiss you. I knew you weren't either of those things."

Emma laughed, "Yeah, I guess " She looked like she was thinking and I waited. "I know what's going on with us. We've talked about it."

She looked frustrated. She was the one overthinking this time. I put my hand on her face and kissed her. Soft, slow, and thoroughly. I hoped the kiss would get her out of her head, focus her. "Stop trying to filter. Just tell me."

"We hadn't talked labels and I don’t want you to feel pressured or think I need that. I didn't want to scare you away. I like having you around."

"You didn't want me to think you were jumping ahead." I’m ignoring the bit about scaring me away because when I think of all the different emotions involving her, scared isn’t in the top twenty. Plus, when scared does show up it’s me being scared that she’ll get scared away by some article, interview, fan, or realization what a pain in the ass being with me is.

“Wow, you summed that up well." Now she looked annoyed.

"When I said yes, did you think I was jumping ahead?"

"No. I liked it in a very teenage girl sort of way."

"That's good." I nodded and started to smile. "Because neither of us dating anyone else, not wanting to, acknowledging we really like each other, and we want to see where this relationship goes …" I shrugged and moved my head from side to side with a frown, "Kinda means you are my girlfriend."

Emma turned onto her side, running her fingers down my side, over the spot that makes me shiver, "I guess that is the definition." She kissed me the same way I had her. She stayed close and met my eyes, "I haven't had a boyfriend in a very long time."

"I won't let you fuck it up."

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction

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