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Hi I'm new in your blog . I just saw a post about your OC that she hates Yui even though she is her sister . Just why ? Sorry it reminded me wattpad stories that Yui is a bitch and her sister is an angel and all diaboys like her . Is you oc like this ? It's not hate I just wanna know the reason?
Ok, funny little fact, I was in Wattpad from when I was like, eleven I think?, until just two, one year ago. Shoma was created around 2018 or 2019 (I honestly don't remember at this point, I might be wrong). She was born in Wattpad and, funny enough, I saw so many tittles with 'Yui's lost sister' with that same dynamic that old me thought, "You know what, I'm going to do it my way. Fuck it.", and Shoma was born. Her personality was PAINFULLY, OBVIOUSLY based in Harley Queen and other characters and she wasn't exactly human and the way I wrote it makes me want to squeeze my phone like a dog toy.
GOOD THINGS (I think) THAT I DID THO: I actually gave a kind of "good reason" for Shoma and Yui to not like each other (Which, spoilers, is because of their own trauma towards Seiji and the Church, the brainwashing, the whole 'locked up in a basement' themes, which is kind of the same back then as now, but better executed and less "Wattpad" like?), and that I didn't want my girl to have any romantic feeling with the Diaboys. I wanted to be different, yes, but I also wanted something that would entertain others while reading and not be the same stuff but in different font. Something that would not make them hate Yui, nor roll their eyes at how ridiculous it was (back then what I wrote it wasn't considered that ridiculous).
But in short:
Is Shoma an angel? No, but she's a teen when the story starts AND when she finds Yui and the other boys. Do they Diaboys love her? Barely know her and most definitely would . Maybe Subaru may have bonded with her in another universe, but who knows.
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{ Convoitise and Yui trying to convince August to fund their shopping trips???? }
HAHAHAHA EXACTLY. AND LET ME TELL YOU, AUGUST JUST ADORES YUI.
At first he was like "Oh my, a human girl! :)" but now he's like "OH MY GOD YUI BABY HELLO :'D" so of course August gives both Yui and Convoitise enough money. Yvonne has to put a limit to that money tho—
But not to worry! Convoitise makes a lot of pretty money, too 👀👀 So of course, he would take Yui to any place she wants!
Unfortunately, the stuff she buys has to stay in the Kurosawa Mansion, since it's more likely that the others at home will destroy it... But, thankfully for her 👀👀 Convoitise knows how how to act like them. He will call her "Mere Human", but the moment they're alone, he will get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, even if Yui is aware of his little act.
... Also did you know that Convoitise plans on buying her her own little cabin in the forest when she needs alone time on her birthday— Just askin-
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What drew you to my OC?
THE CHAOS OF THIS MAN. His personality, his design, his EVERYTHING is literally a work of art. I've never seen anyone like him and literally everything about Mys is just SO GOOD.
Thank you, for real, for creating one of the best Oc's I've ever met-
What drew you to my OC?
I—??? ROSY 🥹😭✨ YOUR WORDS HAVE BROUGHT ME UNHOLY AMOUNTS OF JOY, I’ve worked very hard on my boy and his everything so I’m very happy to hear it has paid out 😩✨
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oh so rosie duffield has been let off for her transphobia and holocaust revisionism!! so cool!! super glad that we have a Sensible Moderate running the labour party now!! gee that sure paid off :-)
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“Miss Ava, my dear! Happy birthday!”
[ The gentle giant rushed towards her with something hiding on his back... or, well, at least trying to hide it; the sunflower bouquet still managed to peek just a little bit (well, a lot) behind him. With his free hand, he held a little gift, obviously hidden inside the tiny, purple box with a black bow on it, and to top it off, a little note.
> “I hope I get on being worthy of you, and your beautiful smile ❤️”
He carefully gave her the box, smiling shyly. ]
“I... truly do hope you like it. But, honestly, my gift can't compare to yours.”
At first, disregarding the bouquet and the box - not for any reason other than her besotted excitement in seeing August - she felt her cheeks burn at the sight of him and rushed to greet him.
Although she went in for a hug, that was went she noted the box and the flowers. And the lovely, lovely note. Ensuring to handle the box first with the upmost care, she sent August a touched - near teary - gaze as she began to open it.
“Goodness, August… You didn’t need to get me a single thing. Just seeing you, my dear, was as wonderful of a gift I could have ever asked for.”
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And follow @lil-rosies on Tumblr! Thanks for being a part of this fandom!
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“ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ” rosie’s thick bronx accent filled the air, palms ever so slightly clammy, as she settled behind the bartop of her new work place — finally in los angeles ( switching the city of dreams for the city of angels ; to uncover the darker side to the angelic facade ). the voices of the establishment rose up around her, a murmuration of english & spanish conversation, as the sun set over the city and many found refuge in a drink. her question was directed to the patron in front; warm smile, sparkling eyes and all, to the woman who had made herself comfortable at the bar.
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can i request a jessie fleming x reader fic? where someone (u can pick who) is getting closer to jessie (like physically and emotionally closer) and reader gets jealous. all the tension leads to a big fight where jessie ends up reassuring reader that she loves them and all that (r and jess are in an est. relationship). and (only if ur comfortable writing it!) smut ensues
Thanks so much for this request anon! I’m always having jessie fleming brain rot so this was an enjoyable write.
pairing: Jessie fleming x reader
warnings: slightly suggestive i guess
word count: 1.35k
summary: reader catches jessie flirting with a fan after a big chelsea win. (established relationship)
The game was supposed to be the best night of your life. The crowd was cheering, the stands were a sea of blue and you had just scored a fantastic header from a corner that your beautiful girlfriend had taken. Needless to say: you were supposed to be happy!
The crowed erupted as the ball hit the back of the net and for a moment everything was still. The players stopped, you stopped, the goalie looked up in disbelief. You had scored a goal in the final few minutes, putting chelsea in the lead.
When reality set in you were swarmed by the team: Sam slapped you in the back while Millie cheered into your ear and pushed you towards the crowd to celebrate the inevitable win.
It was then that you saw her: your wonderful Jessie, smiling and waving to a fan in the other side of the barricade. The girl (maybe 20) was wrapped in a fleming jersey with a sign over your head that read “marry me number 17!”.
You felt your throat tighten for a moment. Yes this was pretty normal: being in the public eye you often had thirsting fans chasing you (jessie probably more so than most). And yet something about the way the girl winked at jessie made your stomach churn.
Before you could say anything, the game was resuming. No time to worry about some little interaction. You were being jealous, that’s all.
***
The game ended soon after. A whirlwind of cheers ushered you through the tunnel and into the change room where bottles of champagne waited for you.
“y/n! that goal was amazing babe! I’m sorry i didn’t come to celebrate with you!” Jessie ran towards you, her shirt halfway off and a big grin on her adorable face. Usually this would be when you grabbed her rosy cheeks and kissed her, but your stomach was still churning so instead you gave her a quick hug and a nod before moving to get changed.
The team was going to be moving onto a pub after everyone showered so it wasn’t long before the dressing room began emptying out. As the room got quieter you could hear a conversation Jessie and Lauren were having in the corner.
“who was that eh jessie?”
“mmh? oh the girl! I don’t know, just a fan probably”
“bit of a looker though”
Jessie hummed but didn’t respond. You supposed that should have made you feel better but the fact Lauren had noticed the interaction at all made you a little uncomfortable. You and Jessie had been dating for almost a year now but had decided it was best not to tell people at work. You were both private people after all, it made sense to keep things quiet.
It didn’t make it any easier when people tried to hit of her though.
“hey jessie I recon i’ll walk to the pub” you called out at you gathered your things and pulled your jacket on.
“hey are you sure? I’ll give you a lift if you want” Jessie looked at you curiously, her big brown eyes piercing into you.
“yeah i’m sure. I want to cool my muscles down a bit” you shot her a weak smile before walking out of the room. The truth was you felt like the jealousy was eating you alive (and not in a nice way).
You had been ok with keeping things private at first, but now the thought of other people, other women desiring Jessie, wanting her… it filled you with anger. She was yours. And you were hers.
***
The pub was full when you arrived: Not only with the team but with family members, admin people, managers and coaches. The music was thumping loud enough to make the walls shake.
You needed a drink.
You pushed so to the front of the bar, attempting to get the attention of one of the bartenders when someone caught your eye.
Leaning against the bar a few metres away was that girl, the fan that winked at Jessie. It look you a moment to realise the girl was pushed up against someone: her hands were resting against the bar on both sides of some girl. As you watched you realised it was Jessie. Your wonderful, perfect girlfriend was pushed up against some dumb blonde fan girl.
Jessie must have said something funny (of course she did) and the girl reached forwards, placing a hand on jessie’s cheek, using the opportunity to get infinitely closer.
The churning in your stomach had become a full scale tidal surge. You needed air, you needed to go home, you needed that woman to get off your girlfriend.
What could you have done? no one else knew she was yours.
Just as you turned to leave, Jessie looked around, locking eyes with you for a second before you were lost in the crowd.
you couldn’t stand there, you had to leave.
***
“Y/n! Y/n please wait up!” you could hear her yelling for you was you walked up the street but you couldn’t, wouldn’t stop.
“please Y/n. that wasn’t what it looked like!”
You spun round, cheeks red, temper rising.
“really Jessie. because to me it looked like you were having a nice time getting felt up by some groupie.” you yelled, causing jessie to stop abruptly.
“Babe-“
“Don’t babe me Fleming. I saw that girl in the crowd. That’s why you didn’t celebrate with me. Because you were too busy eye fucking some dumb blonde?”
“Don’t be crass y/n”
“Don’t be crass! Jesus, Fleming! You think I like to watch you getting all touchy with those girls? Do you think I enjoy that?”
you walked back a few steps only for Jessie to walk even closer.
“Don’t ben ridiculous…” she breathed.
“Jessie stop. You’re being mean.”
You started to turn around before remembering you would end up at your shared apartment soon enough.
“y/n look at me. please.” Jessie’s voice sounded needy, desperate. Maybe that’s why you turned. Suddenly she was a whole lot closer than she had been before.
“Y/n that girl… she is nothing to me. She cornered me at the bar while I was waiting for you, she kept… touching me. I felt gross but I- I didn’t know what to do!” Jessie’s eyes looked wet now as she talked.
“on the pitch when I went to take my corner she yelled… well she yelled something pretty fucking gross if i’m being honest. the only reason i gave her the time of day was because I was so upset.” Jessie sighed and looked down. She fiddled with her ring as she spoke.
You covered her hand with hers suddenly feeling the need to be nearer to her.
“Y/n I love you. I mean, I am in love with you. I think I have been for years now. Even before we went out I loved you.”
you looked at her, taken aback
“Jessie?”
“please I need you to know this. No one compares to you. No one. Don’t you ever feel second best because you are always first in my heart.” It was your turn to tear up now. Jessie wasn’t always the best with words, this was… a first to say the least.
“Jessie I want to tell people about us. I want to be your everything. I want there to be no room for doubt in anyone’s mind that i’m yours. Jessie please I just… I can’t do this anymore. I want to be with you and I want the whole world to know about it.”
Jessie grinned, her cheeks going red in the dim light. “darling, there is nothing i want more.”
she reached up and held your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss. You grabbed her waist, pushing her gently up against the building beside you and deepening the kiss until you were both panting.
Slowly you dipped your head and kissed her neck, listening to her sharp breath as you went.
“don’t ever talk to that girl again. understand”
Jessie looked down, mouth open and breathless.
“take me home Y/n”
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Sub!Spencer Headcanons
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, mentions nicknames, praise kink, punishment, begging, edging/orgasm control, mild degradation
You noticed early on how much effect it had on Spencer when you'd take over control and playfully call him good boy in the bedroom. When he finally opens up about his desires, you make sure that he feels safe enough to tell you about everything he yearns for.
He wants nothing more than to be able to stop thinking and just be there to please you. More than once has he fallen down to his knees to practically beg you to let him forget everything but you.
He is very good at listening and following your demands. You reward him with endless praise, telling him how amazing he does and how pretty he looks with his widened eyes and his cheeks all rosy.
He loves when you take control over his pleasure, edging him for what feels like hours until he begs you to allow him to finish. In those moment when he seems so pitiful and pathetic and all his moans have turned into whimpers and sobs, you truly know how much Spencer trusts you to always take care of him.
He loves to be good for you, to do everything you ask him to. The only thing his struggles with is patience, he's always a little bit too eager (or desperate). But he knows that you'd only ever punish him in ways that are very pleasurable for the both of you.
When you have him at the point where any coherent thought has long left his brain, you like to tease him about it. It amazes you how it only takes a few moments to turn him from a boy wonder to your personal good boy.
After making him fall apart all night you love nothing more but to carefully put him back together again. You like to hold him inside your arms, his head on your chest, while you whisper sweet nothings into his soft curls. In those moments he craves your touch more than anything else in the world.
Even when he's all spent and exhausted his will to please doesn't stop, so he doesn't question it when you tell him to have a glass of water and some snacks or to get into the shower with you.
He can also be stubborn at times, insisting that it's his job to provide aftercare, too. So more often than not you end up taking care of one another, making each other feel loved and safe.
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The Christmas fundraiser for the Humane Society of Chittenden County is done and the total was $7,485! Far, far more than I was expecting and I’m just rosy and glowing with gratitude. Thank you to everyone who donated and shared. 🥰 Usually the shelter makes a social media post when they get it that I will share here and via GFM update so that you can rest assured the money was delivered - probably early January because of admin holiday vacations. I’m kind of a stickler about the “proof” part because there are so many scammers. Thank you!!!
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Does Admin of this blog hate Yui too . Just like their OC ?
Nah, I love my lil bby girl with my heart. Just Shoma, and even then, it's more like a "love-hate" relationship. Bc you know,,, this bitch has abandonment issues 👁️👁️
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Claudia al conocer a los integrantes de la familia Kurosawa:
((Wee están todos bien altos---))
HAHAHA SIIII
No pues la pobre queda aplastada 👀💀
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"Flowers at the platform"
- my first attempt at fanfiction, mainly fluff, 600+ words, sorry for any typos and grammar errors :) this was just for fun!
“All abooaard!”
The train conductor announced. People ushered into their respective train carts clearly having places to be.
However, you stayed, sitting on a bench by the platform.
Waiting, and occasionally thinking of what you would cook for him, you listened to the chugging and the whistle of the trains that pass by like afterthoughts, dissappearing into the horizon with the smoke that emitted from the steam powered locomotive, billowing into the sky. None of them were ever his, but you knew you had to wait.
"It won't be the first and certainly won't be the last." You reassured yourself.
Waiting, something that you first learned back in the days where he was still in the process of courting you was a key part in this relationship you shared with the auror, no matter how long it took, with time, you found peace in it.
Considering his position as Head Auror of the British Auror office, Theseus often went overseas, leaving you alone for weeks that sometimes stretched out into months to your silent dismay and soon, acceptance. However, waiting for his train to arrive didn't bother you as much as most people would assume. After all, the sight of him before you was the greatest pay off of all.
With what you hadn't realised was bated breath and anticipation, you saw him step off the train. With the other behind him, his hand, withered with scars, fixed his already well-groomed brunette hair and the knot of his tie. He always made sure to look good for you - especially the times where he was scarce.
He stepped towards you with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Dear." The older man greeted you fondly.
"Theseus! There you are." You got onto your feet, fighting the urge to run into his arms as you made your way towards him. You weren't a woman who waited for the husband to return from war— no, that was in the past, and thank god for that.
You could've sworn there was a floral scent in the air around you two as you examined his face you missed so dearly.
"I don't suppose you.." Before you could finish his sentence, the hand he had previously had behind his back outstretched to you with a bouquet of an assortment of colorful flowers in hand.
"I wouldn't ever." He clarified with a chuckle of triumph. The gesture was all too endearing not to bring a smile on your face, and that was exactly his goal.
Despite being an important man who, as it comes to no suprise, often was busy with his schedule packed with all sorts of admin and case work, not to mention the countless court trials that gave him a headache, however, nothing a cigarette or a glass of bourbon couldn't ease. He always had flowers for you.
Of course he had flowers with him, he always did whenever the time was right for him to return from his job as the Head Auror. If it wasn't flowers he had behind his back it would be something else. Sometimes it was small and simple. Other times it would be big and extravagant, but never did it fail to be a thoughtful gift he had brought with him to make you happy.
To see your face, smiling no less, at some point in time had become a luxury just as much as it was for you to see him in bed beside you.
"Keep that smile, would you?" Theseus requested as he pushed your hair behind your ear, his eyes tracing over your features that had been crinkled with a smile. Your cheeks growing a rosy colour at the touch of his hands, withered from the excessive use of writing tools.
"Well then, let's get going, I would have to wait any longer to be at home with you." You two walked along the train platform, with each others hands intertwined.
“How is Newt, by the way?" You asked.
"Oh, off somewhere in China on another one of his beastly endeavours, what's new?" The wizard mused to himself.
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Imagine being liz truss and having to do this 2nd day in. She's barely had time to move her laptop charger to no10. They haven't even told her about the aliens yet
liz truss, putting her bedding on in 10 downing street: can't believe im prime minister, surely this will be a nice uneventful week for me to settle in:)
her assistant, bursting through the door panting and sweating: ma'am you're never gonna believe this
-roe
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𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 – PABLO TORRE
summary. you love a certain brunette’s rosy cheeks.
warnings. allusions to sex, fluff, & teammate’s younger sister reader.
a/n. finally getting to requests!!!
traveling with the team was always fun except for your brother javi. constantly overhearing his teammates talk about you was annoying but you enjoyed the attention. especially the attention that came from a certain brunette. unlike the rest of his teammates he wasn’t afraid to talk to you and couldn’t care less about getting a black eye from your brother.
his confidence was probably the reason why you were currently in his hotel room naked recovering from your high. his fingers lightly trailing your hips and the bottom of your breasts. he was a gentle lover something you appreciated it as opposed to every other guy who just wanted it rough all the time. you also loved the way his hair would get after sleeping together you’d wish that’s how it was always.
“you look so cute when you get all blushy like that.” you state while hovering your fingers over his flushed cheeks.
he simply blushes even more before hiding his face in the crook of your neck. your hands roam his back before placing themselves in his hair exploring his strands. he simply groans at your touch appreciating the head messages you’d give him especially after all the exercise as he liked to call it.
“please let me ask you out.” he groans lifting his head up to meet your worried gaze.
“you know i want you too but my brother-”
“javi? i can fight.” he says seriously causing you to laugh.
“yeah okay and when your parents get mad at me for hurting their precious boy then what?” you joke.
“i’ll tell them to suck it because i like you very much and they’ll have to deal with it.” he shrugs.
“what a lovely gentleman.” you playfully smack his shoulder.
you stay silent for a second recalling all the memories pablo and you had accumulated the past year. from running away from the social media admin for spain to congratulating his sister on her graduation. he’d even bought you white roses for your birthday and didn’t mind telling the others to treat you with respect because you weren’t just something to look at.
“i’ll agree to be your girlfriend-”
“oh i am so getting you my jersey and you’re going to come to all my games. oh and my mom wants to meet you-”
“well you’ve obviously had this planned.” you interrupt him back. “bet you’ve even planned our marriage.”
“i actually tried to but i don’t know if you believe in marriage and if you ever want to have kids so…” he blushes again.
that night you spend the whole time planning your future not knowing if the two of you would make it past a year. but pablo didn’t care because right now you were the most important person in his life and he wouldn’t ever try to do anything to lose you. his fingers provide you comfort as they trail the curves and dips of your body. he’s always known how to take care of you and you love him for it.
the next morning you spend the whole plane ride aiding him and the purple eye javi gives him. javi apologized almost immediately after he did it claiming he only did it because it’s quote “what older brothers do.” safe to say your relationship with the girona player has started eventfully.
“does it look bad?” pablo groans as he places the ice pack on his bruise.
“surprisingly it makes you look hotter.” you say handing him a water. “we should’ve done this sooner.”
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