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sanjisprincesswifey · 4 months

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pros and cons

summary: the good, the bad, the ugly, perfectly curated into a pros and cons list

♡: reupload (but better now), some nsfw content is listed; MDNI, includes all characters with indications of a female reader!

black leg sanji

pros:

constantly wants to color coordinate your outfits together

let’s you pick meals at minimum once a week

very good kisser (he practiced with his pillow a lot before your first date)

he wants you to walk him like a dog

sanji never lets you forget how much you mean to him

always remembers important dates, birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

remembers the little things and notices your absence (will often go to try and find you)

adapts to whatever love language you respond to

cons:

the nicotine smell embeds into your sheets and clothes and is a pain in the ass to get out

yells for any minor inconvenience

occasionally too handsy

always finishes before you

major jealousy issues

is constantly horny

says he’s fine but he’s dying inside

doesn’t understand the concept of alone time and takes it personally if you ask to be by yourself

roronoa zoro

pros:

the best napping partner

protective

is a softie but only with you

very emotionally intelligent

gym trainer boyfriend

let’s you take the relationship at your own pace because he can’t be bothered

loves to mark you and give you hickies

always makes sure you finish first

cons:

stinky (bro smells like sweat and steel)

does not have a single romantic bone in his body; you’ll literally have to teach him how to be a boyfriend

is extremely blunt

snores super loud

might fall asleep while you’re talking

you can no longer be friends with sanji

doesn’t ask you to date him, just assumes you are together

gets upset when you can’t keep up with his drinking

monkey d luffy

pros:

the best hugger

extremely loyal to you

hides midnight snacks for both of you

lets you sit on the ship’s figurehead with him

king of silly sentimental gifts (hand-picked flower, cool rock, pretty seashell, that sort of thing)

always makes sure you’re included in conversations

shares his favorite foods with you

can always make you feel better

cons:

doesn’t know how to be quiet or whisper

never lets you win arguments

throws himself at you with no regard to his strength

no concept of personal space

rubs his boogers on you

accidentally makes fun of the noises you make during sex

will steal blankets from you while you’re asleep

points out your pimples or zits

usopp

pros:

always finds a way to make you laugh

grows flowers for you

comforts you if you’re insecure

handmade gifts!!!!!!

brags about you to everyone

loves to show you off and tell stories about your adventures together

names special attacks after you

always lets you in on the pranks he pulls

cons:

is insecure

would sacrifice you to an enemy to protect himself

shows you bugs even if you’re afraid of them

incredibly awkward with all your firsts

clammy hands

make jokes during arguments (it makes you madder and the cycle continues)

never tops

sometimes pranks you too

cyborg franky

pros:

is always telling you how hot you are

can literally build/make you anything you desire

romantic (can be corny sometimes though)

so flirty with you

human refrigerator; occasionally lets you store things in there

introduces you like this: “and this is my super smokin’ hot girlfriend, OW” to anyone who will listen

protects you during fights

king of reassurance

cons:

messy

never wears pants

slaps your ass too hard since he’s half metal

dad jokes 24/7

you can’t compliment him without him doing a montage of poses

difficult to cuddle with (again he’s made of parts)

always busy fixing something on the ship

is constantly asking you if he can make you a cyborg too

nami

pros:

lets you take a few of her tangerines

immune to her reprimanding when something bad happens (most times)

extremely thoughtful gift giver

shares her money with you

cares deeply about you (don’t point it out though because then she’ll stop)

is always telling you how pretty you are

very good in bed

is more lenient with your allowance

cons:

pawns gifts you get her

bad communicator

critiques everything about you

can and will distance herself from you

charges you if you piss her off

talks about vivi way too much for having a whole other girlfriend

doesn’t apologize after fights even if she caused them

bullies you (with love)

nico robin

pros:

leaves you notes in books to find later

the voice of reason in your relationship

notices and compliments you on every little change you make (haircuts, style change, etc.)

extremely good listener

literally a human search engine; so smart you can ask her almost any question and she knows the answer

passionate lover; treats you like a god in bed

soft lips

spoils you in every way that she can

cons:

can make you feel dumb with her endless knowledge

will never say ‘i love you’ first

always tops (a possible pro depending on your preferences tbh)

has nightmares almost every night ):

closed off in the beginning of your relationship

franky hits on her (and you) all the time

rather be reading than with you

takes your relationship extremely slow

portgas d ace

pros:

can heat food up for you at any time day or night

loves pda

plans fun dates

probably says ‘i love you’ a million times a day

into body worship (both ways)

kills bugs for you

walk him like a dog, sis !

never says no to you

cons:

sweaty and greasy in the summer

farts and gives you a dutch oven

doesn’t take anything seriously

adhd moments

mommy AND daddy issues

likes to lay on top of you even though he’s huge and basically crushes you

talks with his mouth full

is loud in bed (because he enjoys it so much) and everyone can hear when you two have sex

sabo

pros:

another body worshipper

dragon claw fist. need i say more?

the best secret keeper

praises you

would actually bow down to you

very respectful, asked you to kiss on your first date

awkward but sensual lover

a loyal puppy

cons:

loves being right

sore winner & loser

cocky ass mf

talks about luffy and ace 24/7

never on time

bad temper

might catch on fire if he’s mad

loves to tease you (again, could be a pro depending on your preferences)

shanks

pros:

buys you anything you could ever want

good kisser

always showing you off

treats you like a queen

calls you his wife

very affectionate in public

another worshipper; does that thing where his kisses lead up from your hand to your shoulder

when he gets drunk and you try to kiss him, he pushes you away and says “get off me, i have a wife”

cons:

gets you riled up during the day

teases you all the time

can be unreliable

bad at flirting

drunk all the time

still makes jokes about his arm even though it’s been YEARS

lingering alcohol smell

pervert

trafalgar law

pros:

rarely cooks but always does for you when you’re sick

smells amazing all of the time

lets you do this eyeliner in the morning (based off this fanart)

is a victim of the ‘she fell first, he fell harder’ trope

gives you sound solutions to your problems

literally becomes addicted to you and can’t live without you

flusters easily, very shy

would shave his facial hair if you asked him to (please tell him to shave off that godforsaken beard)

cons:

very blunt

never talks about his feelings

grammar police

a virgin; he doesn’t know what to do but fakes confidence like he does (it makes your first time a bit awkward but just talk him through it, babe)

humbles you without meaning to

over explains if you broach a subject he likes

sassy

just stares at you when you try to flirt with him

eustass kid

pros:

scary boyfriend privilege

an absolute beast in bed

insanely good kisser

raspy morning voice

you get to use his boobies as a pillow

is very smart but kinda dumb

eats pussy like a starved man

will always save you some food (it’s how he shows he cares)

cons:

dramatic

hangs out with killer more than you

will put the milk carton back in the fridge even if it’s empty

you can never be mad at him or make him mad because he’s the biggest asshole ever

ignores you if you’re fighting

zones out while you’re talking

if you send him a long, thoughtful text, he’ll respond back with ‘k’

what’s his is his and what’s yours is his

donquixote rosinante

pros:

walk. him. like. a. dog.

possessive over you, especially around his brother

would protect you with his last dying breath

absolute romantic

probably writes you poems

gentle giant, is so careful and soft with you

amazing cook despite accidentally setting himself on fire

has the patience of a god, once again, because of his brother

cons:

clumsy

you have to keep a fire extinguisher with you at all times

you can’t get the smoke smell out of his clothes

he’s so tall you can’t kiss normally, he has to pick you up

whiny

silent treatment

covers up his farts with his devil fruit and you don’t realize it until it stinks

has really bad resting bitch face (literally goes from :| to :) in .03 seconds)

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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cowboyjigen · 1 year

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when the wind blows aka roger comforting his daughter when she needs him

warnings: fem reader obvs by the title lol, this is really just a self indulgent fix cause i’ve been feeling bad recently and watching the roger flashbacks

the sea was quiet: a rare sight especially on the grand line. but still there was a certain silence filling the oro jackson. it was painful almost. the normally jolly crew had been shushed as soon as the smile on their captains face dropped, also a rare sight.

“something’s wrong.” roger finally spoke up.

“what’s could possibly be wrong, roger?” rayleigh quipped a small laugh leaving his mouth. roger was not amused by his best friends joke. “roger, everything is fine. it’s just a quiet night is all.”

roger huffed, “maybe i’m just tired.” as if they knew something everyone else didn’t, shanks and buggy shared a look before silently skittering away. taking another sip of his drink, roger glanced around at his crew.

“they head in for the night, not like anything is jumping for your attention right now, captain.” roger nodded in agreement to what gaban had said, setting his mug down and pushing himself up.

“right, i’ll head in then.” with a final nod, he moved towards his cabin.

when he finally approached the door to his quarters, there stood shanks and buggy firmly blocking the door. “can i help you two?”

“sorry captain we can’t let you in here.” shanks was the one who spoke up, not to much surprise on rogers behalf.

“and why is that?”

“strict orders captain.” buggy nodded while speaking

“stricter than those of your captain?”

the blue haired boy paled a bit but shanks stood his ground, “yes sir, she said she’d kick our asses if we let anyone in until she said we could.”

oh. oh.

it made sense to roger now. not just the boys standing unwavering in front of his door but also why it felt so quiet. “i’m afraid you’re just gonna have to have your asses kicked boys.” they shared a look, “or if you let me in now, i’ll put in a good word for you.”

the two nodded at eachother before splitting ticket roger through. “but if she asks, you fought us to get it! we didn’t give up easily!”

roger laughed slightly and nodded, pushing the door open. “sweetie?” stifled sobs rang out from the corner of the room.

they belonged to a lump in the sheets that quivered every few seconds when a particular loud cry would sound. “no one’s here, go away.”

humoring her, roger sat himself on the floor next to his own bed. “hmm we’ll if no one is here then i guess i can crawl in my bed and sleep then.” he emphasized his words by pressing down onto the wood boards below which let out a strong creaking noise.

“go away, dad.”

“oh so there is someone in here! i got worried there was a ghost for a second!” turning around on the floor, roger lifted the blankets covering his daughter. “what’s got you like this, kid?”

he crawled in next to her, holding her close. she shook her head into his chest. “no. it’s embarrassing.”

“cant be too embarrassing right? would it make you feel better if i told you something embarrassing first to make it feel better?”

“maybe, it depends.”

roger smiled before pretending to think hard about what he was going to share. “let’s see, back when it was just me and uncle rayleigh i spent a dumb amount of time trying to figure out what outfit would be the best to wear incase the marines took my mug. well one day i was take a bit longer than normal and uncle rayleigh walked in on me half naked in this ugly frilly shirt.” Y/N sat there giggling in his arms, “see? makes you feel a bit better about you right?”

she nodded slightly before frowning again, “i miss mom.” roger stiffened. he too missed rouge, it had been a few weeks since they had last seen each other. “see it’s embarrassing!” tears once again threatened her eyes but roger just held her tighter.

“it’s not embarrassing sweetie, i miss her too.” he combed his fingers through her hair, “but we’ll see her soon. we’re on our way back right now remember? and then she’ll be on the ship with us for a while.”

“i know, it’s just. sometimes i just feel like i need someone to talk to and she’s not here and,” she continued to ramble on before roger interrupted her.

“you know you can always talk to me right?”

“well yeah but you’re busy, i don’t want to distract you because of my dumb troubles.”

“nothing you say could be dumb to me sweetie. you’re still my daughter.”

she nodded, “thank you dad.”

“of course.” the pair sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before a knock came from the door. it opened to reveal shanks, buggy, and rayleigh. “how much of that did you guys hear?”

“say Y/N, do you want to see the picture of your dad in that shirt?”

“don’t you dare rayleigh.”

#i don’t feel like tagging #this has been in the drafts for a minute #one piece #gol d roger #roger op #roger x reader #roger imagine #it’s a roger dad drabble #gol d roger x reader #gol d roger imagine #one piece fic #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #dad fic #female reader #fem reader #she/her pronouns #⚓️; one piece #i want to be queue

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cacklingblobbittyrabbitty · 1 year

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unhinged rainbow magic post 11 of 12

Ok most of this is insane rambling but for one part of it you’re going to need to remember Bethany the Ballet Fairy’s tragic backstory of having a gay quarter life crisis because of a homoerotic ballet rivalry with a girl who she loses the lead role in a show to please and thank you

MAGICAL CREATURES FAIRIES (hurray for cute animals again!)

Ashley Dragon looks like a dragon version of nessie the loch ness monster, which is a great design tbh DRAGON ON THE JEANS YES Also different versions of dragons! we love diversity Outfit does not match but she makes me not care! It’s different colours but its the right shade of each colour (this is such good colour theory knowledge El well done) HAIR EXCELLENCE Pockets! Sandals are not the right shade of yellow, it should match the top or the dragon on the trousers - also the chunky looking design is ugly, she needs to either go barefoot or have jesus sandals

Lara So well put together oh my god This is a witch not a fairy Adorable kitty! Cat lady vibes (cardigan) but super super cool (skinny jeans and boots) I am WEAK for those boots omg Lovely hair as well

Erin How is her hair literal fire??? Idk but I am Loving It Lara’s a witch, Erin is a goddess Freckles!!!!!! THIS is how you do a headband! The honeysuckle fire flower thing? ADORABLE Viking esque fur neck thing is NICE it has how to train your dragon vibes She’d take me to a pagan ritual involving a bonfire and I’d enjoy it Dress? INSANE This is a GOOD BELT TAKE NOTES it’s a lovely asymmetrical waist ribbon band thing!!!!! Her delightful sandals have greek goddess vibes I’m living Girl could set me on fire and i’d thank her

Rihanna AHHHHH THE LIL BUBBLE AND THE SEAHORSE ARE SO CUTE Congrats on having decent blonde hair! Barefoot + anklet = beach ass vibes babey Her dress gives me the feeling of being underwater and looking up at the sun Mamma Mia vibes! Groovy and beachy and blonde This dress is kinda growing on me ngl The hem looks good on her and I like the shape of the neckline, but it should be a thinner line of green Rihanna absolutely votes for the Green Party btw

Sophia Her creature is a cygnet cos it’s small and raggedy but it’s white instead of grey? First impressions she kinda looks like a bad art project but still cute I really like her hair tho its very cute with the ribbon Movie sleepover vibes This girl is wearing slippers. A pyjama top. And a really nice skirt. Is she halfway through getting dressed???? Feathery inspiration of her skirt is good, it looks like she’s halfway through a swan transformation Colour scheme is very cute and dreamy vibes

HEADCANONS: please remember Bethany’s backstory again thank you! This is the girl who takes the role of Odette in Bethany’s dance company, and the girl with whom Bethany has a homoerotic rivalry. Sophia weaponises flirting because it amuses her, especially aggressive flirting, like Bethany can be leaning against a wall and Sophia will come and put her leg up on Bethany’s shoulder. Sophia just delights in getting really close to her all the time. Sophia is into Bethany, Bethany is into her, Bethany knows neither of these facts. She has a high ponytail when she’s doing ballet and it just makes Bethany's brain go offline. Later in life they’ll run into each other, when Sophia has a high-powered ballet girlfriend and Bethany has her wife the costume designer and her really chill life. Sophia will apologise for making Bethany freak out but she really was into Bethany, and Bethany will reply yeah you fucked up my life for sure, but I don’t think I would have quit without you so thanks. Also your leg gave me horny nightmares.

Leona (unicorn) Shit this is horrific I hate it all Well done on having a cute animal and absolutely nothing else Long flowy blue dress with more renaissance vibes please (see below picture)

ok good we fixed it moving on

Caitlin (ice bear) The bear is so fluffy and it looks like shiver from barbie and the magic of pegasus awwww Swiss ski resort vibes are top notch Colour scheme? Yes Fluffiness? Yes Cosiness? Yes The haircut is really cute but I want more of a brown shade with less green in it thanks

#rainbow magic #rainbow magic fairies #magical creatures fairies

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rikisnuggie · 2 years

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Beyond Good And Evil

Chapter 1: Clock's ticking

pairing: demon!jay × gn / fem. bodied reader

genre: highschool au

cw: foul language, reader is talked about with they/them pronouns, reader is wearing a dress, drinking, reader is a grown up

synopsis: You'd always enjoyed partying with your friends, and a bunch of drinks in addition to that didn't sound like a bad way to spice your weekend up. How will things go when one of your friends introduces you to the mysterious Jay, who seemed to catch your attention from the very beginning?

"Well, why are you taking so long?" your best friend's voice sounded through the speaker of your phone while you were still looking for an outfit that would make jaws drop tonight. You groaned in frustration.

"Because there's nothing, Sunghoon! You best be taking me to the mall next week, so I don't ever have to struggle like this again," you whined, your the male chuckling.

"Y/N, you literally went to buy a stupid outfit for this party two days ago. Just wear it and move your ass down here, I've been waiting for almost twenty minutes".

"But.. there's no spice to it, you know? I wanted to co-"

You were cut off.

"I'm leaving in five. Find something to wear or don't wear anything, but please get into the fucking car," Sunghoon complained. "Clock's ticking".

Another groan left your lips.

"Clock's ticking," you mimicked, getting out the dress your friend had just mentioned. "I guess this will do for tonight," you mumbled, slipping into the tight little dress that hugged your curves just the right way, your bare shoulders on display because of the dress's straps.

You put on a pair of white sneakers and grabbed your purse, throwing your phone inside and heading outside, locking the door behind you. Once you stepped outside you directly walked up to Sunghoon who was waiting inside of his car. Your eyes met and he threw his arms up in victory, letting out a scream of relief that you could even hear through the closed windows.

He leaned over to the passenger's side and opened the door for you.

"You even had 57 seconds left," he grinned, starting the engine as you got in and put your seatbelt on.

"Ha ha, you're so funny," you fake smiled, rolling your eyes.

"Shut up, idiot. And what was the issue with the outfit? I don't get the problem". Sunghoon took a quick glance of you in your dress. "You look nice, bordeaux is your color".

"Naw, Hoon, how come you're so sweet today?" you chuckled, looking at him. He just frowned.

"Nevermind, I take it back. You look horrible. Don't ever wear that ugly ass color again. Actually, I'll just turn around and bring you back home," he spoke, copying your fake smile from just moments before.

"Again: very funny, Park! Why are you taking me to this party in first place? I don't even know the host," you said, checking your hair in the little mirror on the sun shield.

"His parties are the best and it gives me more time to get on your nerves," he said, blowing a kiss to you afterwards. "Plus, he's cool with you being there. I asked if I could bring a friend".

You nodded in response as you turned on some music for the ride. A few minutes passed before Sunghoon stopped the car at the end of a long street, turning towards you.

"You ready?" he asked, grabbing his phone and fixing his hair.

"For sure, let's go," you answered and grabbed your purse, both of you exiting the car. You followed Sunghoon to the porch of a big house in the middle of the street as he opened the door for you. You slipped past him and stepped right into the party: a house filled with people, the smell of alcohol and loud music.

Sunghoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the kitchen with him, leaning down to speak to you.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked, almost yelling to beat the volume of the music.

You just nodded, not wanting to make the effort to yell. Sunghoon poured you a mix of vodka and soda into one of the unused cups from the counter and handed it to you with a smile.

"There you go," he said, grabbing another cup and pouring himself a drink. Just when he was about to say something else, he gets cut off by someone patting his shoulder firmly.

"Sunghoon, man, glad to see you made it," a boy - probably about his age - smiled widely.

Your friend turned around to greet him, going for a handshake.

"Thanks for the invite, bro," he answered, smiling back at him.

The stranger turned to you, offering you a smile as well.

"And you are?"

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, -"

"Jay. The name's Jay," he finished.

"Jay. Thank you for having me," you smiled, holding your hand out to shake his but instead, he took it and gently placed a kiss on the back of your hand.

"It's my pleasure," he replied while looking into your eyes, making you a little flustered.

A few seconds passed, the moment lingering with the two of you just looking at each other until you heard Sunghoon scoff, making you turn back to him.

"Sorry, did you want something?" you asked him in an annoyed tone, a provoking smile on your lips. Sunghoon rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead making you yelp and Jay laugh.

"So, should we go and really get the party started now that we're here?" Sunghoon grinned, picking up his drink.

"I have no doubt that tonight's gonna be unforgettable with you here," Jay answered, his eyes finding you quickly.

"Well, let's go then, shall we?"

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eviltiddyproductions · 1 year

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Alchemy of Souls, Part 1, Episode 4

ummmm did that weirdo king go sleep with the mage’s wife to have a son??? I thought that she was his wife. what the fuck is this 😭 a weirdo he is

the graphics are so beautiful like look at the galaxy !!!

I thought he saw his past or something. he was just remembering the flogging. Poor bb

Ms Kim gets me

He’s so extra 😭😭😭

at least human beings don’t work like a glass plate or this hot cold water dance would’ve ended in a CRACK (sorry I just learned yesterday that I should ensure I never do that to the microwave plate)

lmao Jang Uk broke the fuck out of that door

women warriors I stan!!!

not him stealing the dog???

aww they’re cuddling

all her stories start with baby animals 😂

don’t know how people lived with those buns back in the day, if I sleep in a bun or wear it for too long I lose my sense of balance

dangu’s so real for missing jang uk

the spring girlie is SO CUTE 😭🫶 I love her

the bone structure on all of them is SO IMMACULATE

mu deok you’re so real for that

NOW

all the other seasons are so fucking real !!!

look at them all grumble

you know uk is helping her but I feel like the crown prince will soon pick up on her as his weakness 😭

oh wait they really turned this chamber pot fiasco into something hilarious. they’re all so real

dangu and cho yeon checking up on uk immediately like woah they’re the real ones

lmfaooo mudeok scamming the crown prince too, I love her

he’s beaming lol

Yul get away from her I can’t be shipping you two, I have a bad second lead syndrome problem

Uks house is so blue

that hug was so random 😭

this little bitch !!! why is everyone so fucking rude to Mother Jin about her losing her daughter. she lost her daughter I’ll fight you through the screen assistant man!!!

they all look like power rangers. young and old

Thank god he unsheathed it. if it wouldn’t it would be so embarrassing 🙈

WHY IS THE SWORD AND ENERGY SO VIOLENT like first a stab and now this. it will kill anyone omg

the way songrim keeps changing the goal post for studying uk 💀

Cho yeon accidentally giving intel to the enemy

I feel for Uk. People keep making decisions regarding him without telling him the gravity of anything. At least his friends are good 😭

The prison outfit here is pretty good!

Uk is so real 😭 Songrim and Uk checking up on each other. This show does throw curveballs at me like this and I quite like it. It’s tender.

Songrim just tell him 💀 instead of dissuading him without giving reasons and making this harder

he’s making it so 😭😭😭

songrim stop making my heart flip flip uk crying in silence just broke my heart

GET HIM MS KIM. ‘Being stabbed didn’t hurt but I guess being called ugly did’ 💀

the way he ends these discussions with the same one sided love lecture 😂

them stuttering to compliment each other.

why is this scene zooming out like that 😂 I thought for a second it was an old timey movie

ominous music playing

the guy carrying the stolen amulet has layers i’d like

Oh god this man just sucked the soul out of the poor driver

the stolen guard dog !!!

someone give him a hug

instead mudeok gave him a kick

somber music playing (I kinda busted out laughing it was so sudden)

uk she’s not the person responsible for your anger 😭✋

girl the moon kinda came out protect your eyes !!!

old master heom just gets it! drag assistant Jin and his boring two faced goatee ass!

isn’t that hat guy a soul shifter? what is he even there for apart from killing unsuspecting people. like just here to be an errand boy?

Yul and Dangu being real again! Dangu get all of my virtual tv show lines crossing kisses!

Yul the kind of man to silently let her plot, I get it.

What about Songrim now ? (Master Heo agreeing that fleeing is the best option)

Jin Mu got a real problem and I’ll punch him through the screen to fix it

Depriving him of the title? Isn’t that what even Songrim kinda wants (to protect him ofc unlike the goatee Jin)

Kinda surprised Mudeok is here. I thought she’d abandon him. ( a petty part of me would)

also what happened to the girl she swapped souls with? the other guy constantly kills people. she’s still here!

#alchemy of souls #episode 5 #part 1 #I’m kinda tired of typing already

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 1 year

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I had a meltdown over my stomach last night. About my ass, thighs, everything that jiggles. I don't know what possessed me to try to put a pre-pregnancy outfit on only two weeks after the baby was born but it was so bad I locked the bedroom door.

For two hours.

We were supposed to go out and stay gone overnight, my mother in law set to watch the baby and oddly enthusiastic about getting rid of us for the evening.

"Everything okay in there? You all right?"

My husband had given me a full hour before checking on me, he must know something about my clothes that I had to find out the hard way.

"I'm fine." I really tried to sound like I had not been crying but failed miserably.

"Hey...what's that? Why are you crying?"

"I'm not." He jiggles the door handle HARD, aaaaand I should probably stop him before he rips it out completely. "I'm not physically injured in here. I'm not dying."

I hear a soft thud, and a softer Ukrainian curse as the light from under the door disappears. He must have parked. "But are you emotionally injured? I care about that too, you know."

I don't want to say yes because it's stupid. Two weeks postpartum is not a lot of time, and my old clothes aren't supposed to fit yet. I'm having a very roundly unreasonable expectation of myself and I try really hard not to do that.

"Yeah."

"Okay, well...you wanna reason it out or just sit with it for a while?" He's too nice to me, and it makes me cry some more. When will the hormones subside enough for me to stop crying all the time? "Milyy...let me in please. I won't say anything, I won't DO anything." Gotdamn, being around his Mama and her accent is really making his come out and if I didn't feel so ugly right now I'd jump his bones fer shure.

So I let him in and as it turns out, my husband is a filthy liar. The first thing he does is wrap me in his arms and pick me up. The second is ask me how he can fix whatever the hell is wrong with me.

"I just thought I'd bounce back faster."

He sets me down, and takes hold of my hands, his face extremely solemn. "Just bounce back on this dick and we'll figure the rest out later." I have to sit down at the foot of the bed after that one, his face is still very serious. "Why are you laughing? Bounce back faster...you're welcome to go at your own pace as far as Vlad is concerned."

"Stop."

He finally cracks just the tiniest smile possible. "Fine, fine. Pretend you don't know how many atrocities I'd commit just to get into those leggings."

"But..."

"Go on...feign ignorance as much as you want, I like it." He comes to stand in front of me, and lays his hand softly on the side of my face. "My sweet bunny, so silly. Upset over a little outfit when have the power to own my ass for the rest of my life. What's it like to be so silly, baby?"

I'm not really able to speak at the moment, looking up at him as his eyes go slightly dark, his tone so smooth and deep that I feel like I'm being lulled to sleep. I don't say anything until he hums...I guess he actually expects an answer.

"Not great."

"Well..." he bends down to kiss the tickly spot just below my ear. "Then let me make you feel better."

#hot librarian chronicles #husband material #baby number 2 #postpartum anxiety #body image issues #mental fuckery #why is he like this

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always-andromeda · 2 months

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Time for a little talk. Skip if you don’t feel like reading. I just wanted to get some thoughts out because I’ve been seeing a lot of fatphobia pop up on my dashboard and I just got some comments that reminded me of it all.

TW: discussion around fatphobia, mention of EDs (nothing graphic), disgusting comments from a disgusting individual.

So a few months ago I made this silly little post:

Essentially, that day I got a load of OOTD videos from a plus size influencer on my for you page. And I was saddened to open the comments on every single one and see that the top comments were all insulting, unfunny comments about this woman who was simply just. Standing in front of a camera. Striking some poses. Showing off her outfit.

However. The other day, I got some particularly gross comments on that post:

Now let me clarify, I didn’t legitimize their comments with a response. I have since blocked them and I’m keeping their username covered because honestly, it’s just some random bullshit blog that reposts stolen aesthetic images from Pinterest and makes disparaging comments about fat people on tumblr. Their life is grim enough by the looks of things.

And I'm not posting this to say, "Look at the mean comments I got!! Feel bad for me!! 🥺" Because if this was just regular old fatphobia, I would've ignored and blocked this bullshit like I've done in the past. But it's that first comment that made me chuckle. Friends, I present to you the weakest excuse I've heard for being an absolute piece of shit:

They put themselves out there. They deserve the insults. Plain and simple.

For extra context: I've been fat my whole life. And I probably always will be. I've been insulted for it by "friends" and bullies alike. No matter how much I've restricted, worked out, binged, and purged, none of it has ever made me lose weight. If anything, all those actions have done to me is physical damage that I can't undo!

But these people don't care about that. They don't care about listening and extending empathy and learning like a decent human being might. Even if a fat person did try and comply with this person's bullshit logic and go to the gym to "fix" themselves, they'd still get treated like shit for the simple fact that they exist and they have a body and they dare to show it in public. There is no correct or incorrect way to be fat.

A person's body does not hold some inherent moral value. Leaving pathetically vile comments on a random post from a random blog you don't even follow sure does hold a moral value though I think! One that matters just an eeeensy bit more than my fat ass saying in a silly tumblr post: "Hey, it'd be really cool if I could just...exist...without getting stomped into oblivion, thanks!"

If I dared to pretend that comments like these are made with a shred of good faith in them, I would argue that there is no "winning" with people like this. They only care to perpetuate a cycle of self loathing and discouragement specifically designed to keep us in the position of being punching bags. All they care to do is hurt people they don't know because the internet has afforded them a level of removal from the rot within their hearts.

I'm not saying anything groundbreaking, I'm aware. There are plenty of folks who are more articulate than I am who have had these conversations dozens of time over.

But these people feed on our misery. They feed on their ability to kick up a fuss and hurt our feelings with half assed insults. One might argue that I'm kicking up a fuss right now typing up a long ass tumblr post in response to two measly comments. If that's your contribution to this discussion, get absolutely fucked, this post isn't for you. It’s not for the commenter either.

This post is for all of my homies who have become the punching bag, both on and offline. Because it hurts either way. I hear you and I see you, friends. And the second you start to doubt yourself when these beasts rear their ugly heads, please remember that their words have nothing to do with you. They use their words and their energy to deliberately cause harm. And there is something deeply wrong with that. Some wrong thing that you don't possess purely for some physical trait. Never ever forget that distinction.

I love you all. I'm glad we exist. And I hope that we can keep spreading love in whatever ways we can.

#˚ʚ meda rants ɞ˚

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request: how lucifer, mammon, satan, belphegor and diavolo react and find out about you having 'I now own your soul' under the terms and conditions of a webpage.

Lucifer:

While Lucifer is certainly busy all the time, and tries to balance it by having you in his study as he works, he can’t hide how tired he has actually been for the past 4 weeks.

All you know is that Diavolo has made the meetings more frequent and they are taking a toll on him

And since he means that much to you, regardless of if you wish to acknowledge it or not, you have to ask what is going on once he stands up and walks over to reach for another bottle from his shelf Lucifer does not drink that often and he certainly doesn’t try to avoid work by drinking.

Just what could be making him act this way?

“Lucifer, you have to tell me what is going on.”

He stands on his side of the desk just pouring another glass down.

Curse him for being elegant and showing his forearms while doing so!

And then he dares to look at you with full focus and furrowed eyebrows and he is about to say something and he looks like-

‘no. You are human.’

Fuck.

“Come on! You know I won’t tell anyone!”

He does trust you at least after so long.

"Very well. I will tell you since it has something to do with a human. If, by any chance, you spread the information, the price you pay will be a heavy one."

He can’t intimidate you that much but you know when he is serious.

"You see, recently, Diavolo has had more issues than ever with someone we like to call ‘code soul stealer"

“Uhn,, and that is?”

He takes a sip of his drink and holds the glass while looking at you.

“Apparently, a pesky human added ‘I now own your soul’ in their terms and conditions on a web page and some application. With this, they have stolen many souls and Diavolo has grown even more concerned these past few weeks since the page is just gaining popularity.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Thats you that he is calling a pesky human! You only did it as a joke because you saw a meme! It wasn’t supposed to make an enemy out of you to the prince of hell!

How are you supposed to tell Lucifer that? How will he react?

Maybe if you do tell him it will actually create more good than harm?

Or, you could hide it for the rest of your life and- no! The honest way with Lucifer is the best way. He trusts you enough so you have to trust him too!

“Lucifer...I am the pesky human you are referring to...”

He drops the glass.

“I swear I had no idea souls were actually real and now I own a lot of them! O-On the good side I went viral 4 weeks ago so...oh, that is why you’ve been so busy....sorry.”

Lucifer says nothing.

He just falls into the chair in the most dramatic way you’ve ever seen.

He covers his face with both hands and groans into them loudly.

If you were not ‘code soul stealer’ you would laugh at him right now. But he has to figure out a way to protect you now.

Mammon:

You see, dating Mammon means that you two will bicker plenty.

However, it is usually silly stuff that you bicker about like; are gold or silver lines better on this cup of tea or not?

He just loves you too much to get into a serious argument with you.

However, Levi dragged you both to play a spy/heist game that just came out and Mammon cannot accept to lose such a challenge.

He is not proud that people call him thief, but he is proud and believes he has the skills to back up his many enrichment-plans

So the fact that you won against him for 3 times in a row is UNNACCEPTABLE under this dark, dark sky.

Mammon denies it all. ‘i went easy on you’; ‘I did it cuz you are happy when you win’ and ‘please, don’t you know who I am? I am THE Mammon!”

And while he is cute while bickering, sometimes it becomes unbearable.

So, you do what any normal human would: you challenge him by listing your biggest ‘heist’ ever.

“You don’t know who you are talking to! I have created a heist unlike any other! I have stolen a million souls so far! The DevilTV refers to me as – unstoppable soul collector!”

Levi left long ago so Mammon is standing there completely stunned with the stupidest look on his face so far. He kind of looks like a blowfish.

Still, he runs and puts a hand over your mouth and whispers:

“Don’t yell! We don’t want others to know that we run that business!”

Excuse him? Who is this –we- he speaks of?

“You will add your boyfriend to those plans, won’t you?”

Mammon will not let shock stand in the way of money or souls. You can explain to him how you managed that later but for now – just add him as your accomplice.

Satan:

You love your boyfriend.

You really, really do.

You love seeing him so excited and focused on finding clues to the newest Devildom mystery that you chose to let him have his fun by not telling him YOU were the one he was searching for.

And while you love him that much, you are about to ruin the whole game.

Why does he think it is appropriate to own 48 pairs of the same Sherlock Holmes outfit with THE UGLIEST MATCHING HATS YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.

First, he wore them in his ‘detective office’ only. Also known as the Lamentation house storage room for cleaning products. And that was fine, it was.

But then he started to wear them inside the house and in the garden. The saddest day was when a cat knocked the ugly hat off and ran away with it. Oh praise that cat! Praise the little paws!

However, he has gone too far.

He knows no bounds and shows no signs of stopping.

He started wearing the outfits OUTSIDE! In the middle of cobblestone paths of the main street while you were trying to have a nice date!

"Who knows where the soul snatching culprit could be hiding? I must wear this outfit everywhere to catch their clues. Trust me.”

That is it.

If one more iguana-looking-ass demon points their finger at you two and snickers as you walk past – he will have a rude wake up call.

How is it possible that he is trying to catch the culprit that is you but doesn’t pay any attention to you?

So, when you arrive home and he walks into the mop closet to add another unrelated photo to his crazy whiteboard as a clue – you tell him to sit down for a moment.

“Satan, honey, I have something to tell you about your soul snatching culprit.”

That definitely got his attention.

Finally! He is actually looking at you!

You lean down and gently kiss his head.

“I am the culprit you’re looking for. How does it feel to completely miss something right under your nose?”

He freezes up and throws a pen towards the whiteboard. It just bounces off and hits him in the back.

“You....you mean to tell me that,,, the biggest Devil Mystery TV phenomenon is ACTUALLY YOU?”

You are met with complete disbelief. Satan demands a detailed explanation on how you did it. He even tells you to use his whiteboard to retrace your steps!

...good luck...

Belphegor:

Will Belphegor ever actually publicly say that he has changed because of you? No.

Will he ever actually admit that to other brothers besides Beel when they’re talking in the late hours of the night in their room? Oh, absolutely not.

Will he tell you? Yes.

Yes but.. He will leave something out.

Sometimes Belphie looks at how you smile and remembers things that make him famous in this realm.

Yes, he is one of the most powerful demons and yes, he has a reputation of rebellion and the biggest steak of unattendance in RAD but

He is also a fairly famous scholar.

His papers and research are cited on the regular.

But when you smile and say a witty joke – he remembers that most of them focus around him proving just how dumb or naïve humans actually are.

But, you’re human and he hopes that you never see those.

Except that you do.

Because he is so famous it is no surprise that while looking for research papers to reference for your next assignment you saw his name while browsing through

And while you love him - you will not allow him to just diss the whole mankind.

So, you grab one of them from the library. Walk home, go to the attic while he is napping and open it up, putting it right on his face.

It takes a couple of seconds but he feels something is wrong and his hand reaches for it.

When he pulls it away, he is met with his thesis that was further developed from the seduction speech class assignment.

It sets it up as: ‘Seduction speech as a matter of blatant deception that humans always fall for but could never recreate.’

You are not even that mad at it to be honest.

But proving him wrong is always fun. And little does he know about your biggest secret ever.

“I will cut right to the chase and say – fix your bangs I want to see the way your eyes look when I tell you this!”

“I wonder who messed up my bangs with the academic paper in the first place?” is what he replies but his hand is already on his forehead.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed! I am the one the elders of the devildom are always ranting about on TV! Yes, I am the ‘pesky little human’ who is stealing away ‘edible’ souls! How is that for your thesis now? Is that not true deception?!”

He likes your smile still. You’re standing in front of the bed looking at him with sparkling eyes and clenched fists while striking a pose. It is silly really but he smiles.

Because you are.

And while he will ask you a bit more about that claim, he is just happy to know that maybe his next academic paper (which everyone eagerly awaits) will be tad more positive to your kind.

Diavolo:

You got an urgent call from Barbatos.

On the doorstep he told you that Diavolo needs you in his study.

What could you do that Barbatos can’t and will help Diavolo? Does such a thing even exist?

You walk inside of his office and are pretty sure Barbatos did not want to go inside because of the fact that a rat could be hiding under the mountain of papers that are all around the room.

Usually, Diavolo immediately stands up, lights up the room with his smile and stretches out his hands for a hug.

Now? He hears the doors open and looks at you with a weak smile while his head is resting on his elbows from behind the desk.

He has never looked worse.

“Barbatos said you called for me?”

You are unsure where to begin with this so you state a fact while thinking of questions to ask.

“He has? I have done no such thing?”

Great. Now both of you are confused.

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Diavolo sighs and his smile is still nowhere to be seen.

“The elders have been so annoying lately. I understand that the biggest threat to the Devildom and everyone’s life here still has not been identified but there is nothing I can do except search!”

Just what threat is that? What could be making Diavolo so miserable?

“They keep comparing me to my father without actually offering any ways of fixing this!”

“I will try to offer some way if you tell me what the threat is!”

There you are, making a grand exclamation and promise while trying to avoid papers on the floor. Diavolo sighs again.

“A human is ruining our business! They somehow set up a page that allowed them to own souls by consent in some application under the terms and conditions. I mean, this has never happened before! Humans were never expected to think of that or have access to such means! And the name they used was fake. How am I supposed to find them and then burn them in the darkest pits of hell as the elders want me to?”

You stop trying to avoid the papers.

Did...did he just say darkest pits of hell? Did he just say the elders want YOU burned?!

How are you supposed to fix this? It was a fucking joke! You did not imagine this could ever happen!

“Diavolo you promised you would protect me no matter what, right?”

His eyes are serious when you say that. “Yes. I will. Is something amiss?”

“Diavolo.... I am the enemy your elders want to burn.. PLEASE DON’T LET THEM! MY SKIN JUST ADJUSTED TO THIS TEMPERATURE!”

Diavolo looks at you and laughs like never before. It is cute, it is childlike. His laugh finally lights up the room.

He thinks you are joking.

He thinks you are joking and abruptly stops once he realizes that you did not join in on the laugh.

You were just trying to crack a joke and make him feel better, right? There is no way that is true, right? But judging from your reaction he knows it is.

So, he grows serious once more.

He runs to embrace you.

“Please tell me you are willing to make a compromise because the elders do not care about how your skin adjusts to the temperature.”

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years

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Feeling This

Summary: You host this month’s little get together at your house. There’s games, laughs, and drinking, lots of drinking. You didn’t��“like” like Lance, he was just a good fuck... right? (wow, I’m terrible at writing summaries, I’m so sorry lol)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff(?), mutual crushing, jealous Lance, pet/nicknames, plot with no porn, mentioned fucking, excessive drinking (y’all be safe, don’t drink and drive, pretty please), 18+ so MINORS DNI, not beta read so all the mistakes and bad writing is my own

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This was a hard one to write, mostly because I’m so excited to write the upcoming parts! I feel really good about where the story is heading. I wrote this on very little sleep, so if it makes little to no sense in some parts, I do apologize. But! With that said, I present to you: part 3

Kisses!

—K

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Everything was going to be fine. Everything was fine.

Your house was clean, you had snacks, frozen pizzas, games, darts, drinks and drinks galore. Everything was fine. Then why did your stomach feel like an angry bunch of butterflies were ready to take off? It definitely wasn’t because the small party you were hosting was in less than 10 minutes. And it definitely wasn’t because it meant that Lance was coming over. Nope. No way. Not a chance.

He’d been over to your place before. But that was different your mind nagged at you. A cluster of excited knocks on your door pulled you from your anxious bubble. Checking your reflection in the mirror one more time, you opened the door to greet your friends.

“Hey, guys!” you called as the small group flooded your apartment, making a bee line for your kitchen.

“I come bearing gifts,” your best friend Alona announces and pulls out 2 more cases of beer.

It was going to be one of those nights, you chuckled to yourself.

Halfway through your first drink, another knock at the door drags you away from your game of darts. Swinging the door open, you’re met with a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes. You can’t help the coy smile that finds its way to your face.

“Hey, Zeus, I was almost worried you couldn’t make it,” you tease and open the door wider for him to enter. His jaw ticked in slight annoyance at the nickname, “like I would miss a chance to see Chris make an ass of himself at darts,” he smirks as he enters.

He was wearing his favorite pair of black jeans, the denim accentuated the thick muscles of his thighs (you couldn’t help but sneak a look), and a plain white t shirt. It wasn’t the most dazzling outfit, but it seemed to highlight just how naturally gorgeous Lance Tucker really was. He made his way into the kitchen, fixing himself a drink and greeting the rest of the party.

It was your turn in darts, though for some reason you weren’t interested in playing the next round anymore. While you took your turn, Lance nursed a beer and watched from the kitchen. Your outfit was casual; hair down in all its natural glory, jeans and a long sleeved knit crop top. You looked… cute, Lance shook his head briefly, focusing again on the fragrant taste of his beer.

You were standing with Alona when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You knew Jesse from the gym, but he was coached by Lance so you didn’t really talk with him all that much. He was a bit shorter than Lance, his hair a deep blonde; he wasn’t ugly by any means but he definitely wasn’t your type. Gentlemen may prefer blondes, but you sure don’t.

“Hey, um, there was talk of a round of beer pong, would you wanna be my partner? F-for the game,” Jesse asked, nervously chewing his thin bottom lip. You could practically feel Lance’s hard gaze glued to the side of your face.

“Oh, no thanks, Jesse, I don’t feel much like playing just yet. I’m sure Alona would love to play!” With a small defeated smile, he nods and retreats to the kitchen where your dining table is being cleared and lined with cups.

You sigh as Jesse leaves, relieved that you seemed to have let him down easy enough, and head into the kitchen, you needed a drink. You’re met with cold blue eyes as you browse the array of drink options on your counter tops.

“So, what did he want?” Lance asks in a curt whisper, not looking your way as he watches the first round of beer pong commence.

“Jesse?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, he wanted to see if I would play beer pong with him,” you settle on a bottle of water to help balance out the beer you drank.

Lance could tell that the little twerp liked you. I mean, the guy practically had a tent in his pants the moment he laid eyes on you, and the way his eyes raked over you like he was starving was obvious to everyone but you apparently. “Oh,” is all Lance said before chugging the rest of his drink.

“Mmhmm, why?” You ask and sip your water, leaning against the counter top next to the brooding brunette.

“No reason,” he casually shrug, “do you want to play beer pong?”

You pause for a moment, thinking why not? “Sure.” is all you say with a small nod, a smile fighting its way across your lips. You try your best to hide it behind your water, but Lance still caught it.

“We got next,” he calls from the kitchen, Jesse turning to glance at you both, a twinge of jealousy spiking in Lance’s chest. He was going to destroy that kid.

Soon the round was over, Jesse and Alona had won by a landslide against Margret and Daphne, who were currently chugging water down to appease their beer-filled stomachs.

“Alright, Princess, let’s do this,” Lance whispered to you as he approached the table, his gait oozing with a cool sense of confidence that you couldn’t help but admire. Jesse and Alona stood opposite you, their red cups matching in formation to your side. Pulling a coin from his front pocket, Jesse smiled at you softly, avoiding Lance’s harsh stare.

“You call it,” he said and tossed the coin into the air.

“Heads,” you call.

“Heads, you guys toss first,” you take the ping pong ball from the center of the table and hand it to Lance. Grabbing his shoulders, you turn him to look you in the eyes.

“Let’s take ‘em down, Zeus.” With a smirk and a nod, Lance took a stance at the end of the table, and the games begun.

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It was the last few tosses of your second round. Your side still had 4 cups left, the drinks from losing the last game starting to catch up to Jesse and Alona. You were 1 cup away from victory, and you had no intention of losing tonight.

“Yer cheatin’ or somthin’,” Alona slurred at Lance, who was about to throw.

“Hey! No talking to the shooters, Alona! You’re trying to throw my guy off his game, keep your mouth shut!” you scolded your friend, and Lance’s heart couldn’t help but skip at the sound of you calling him “your guy.”

It was the beer, he tells himself; he shakes his head clear subtly and refocuses on the lone red cup at the other end of the table. Holding your breath, you watch as he tosses the little ball through the air, and land with a small plunk! Into the bubbly drink.

“Yes!” You cheered jumping up and down, laughing at your friends upset expressions. You give Lance a high five, “thank God for the Olympian!”

He laughed and turned to see Jesse’s flushed face grimacing at the drinks he needed to finish, “drink up, buddy,” he practically spit the word, pride and satisfaction bubbling in his chest.

“I think we need a drink t’celebrate, don’t you, Lance?”

“Definitely, ya got anything else other than this piss flavored beer?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that made its way to your lips, “let’s go find out.”

The kitchen was packed, apparently all 8 of you decided that this was the best place to sit around and chat. I mean, it was closer to the snacks and drinks, so they did have a good reason. Weaving through the maze of sardined bodies, you find your fridge and the glorious contents within it.

“Whatcha got, Princess?” Lance asked from behind you, only loud enough for you to hear.

“Well, bad news, Zeus: we only got that piss flavored beer, y’love so much,” you chuckle and hand him another, popping open your own can. Normally your kitchen felt like it was average size, but with 8 people (and 7 drunk people, might I add) it was quite the tight fit. So here you were, standing basically chest to chest with Lance. You could smell the delightful mixture of scents that permeated from him: the rich, warm oak of his cologne, the fermented tang of beer, and the natural musk that was left on your sheets each time he’d come over. You took a few moments to breathe in the intoxicating aromas of the man in front of you.

Looking up, you’re met with a soft smile and a warm gaze. His eyes were glazed over, you gave the alcohol credit for that, his cheeks a soft pink, they almost match his lips. He opened his mouth to speak and just as he does someone knock into his back, sending him crashing into you. Your hands naturally move to catch him, although your movements were more uncoordinated as the beer started to catch up to you. A slurred “sorry, man,” is muttered as Lance sways unsteadily. Your hands on his sides to hold him, you can see the moment the anger flashes across them.

“Hey, now, s’okay,” your hand catches his jaw gently as he moves to yell at whoever almost knocked him over, “you’re okay, was an accident.”

Your voice is as gentle as your hand on his cheek, his chest huffs in agitation but he manages to keep himself from lashing out.

“There you go,” you affectionately pat his cheek with a giggle.

“He’s a dick,” he grumbles to himself and finishing the last of his beer.

“Well, if it makes y’feel any better, he’s goin’ home now,” you slip out from the kitchen to say goodbye to your group of friends.

“Thanks for the drinks,” someone called from the end of the hall, “it’s Daphne’s turn to host next month, don’t forget!” your friend Alona mentioned before a very sober Rachel, the designated driver of the evening, had to practically carry her to the car.

Your once flooded apartment was now drained, leaving only you and Lance. You were surprised to find him in the kitchen, putting the snacks away. “They never help clean up, s’fuckin’ barbaric,” he grumbles when he notices you standing behind him. Laughing, you start putting the rest of the food and drinks away, and soon the kitchen was clean (or as clean as two drunks could get it).

“Alrighty, Princess, s’been fun but I really ought t’be headin’ home,” he slurred and reached for his car keys, but you weren’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re still drunk, Mister,” you snatched his keys away from him and held them at a distance, moving them farther when he reached for them.

“Aw, c’mon, don’ be like that,” he wrapped his arms around you and tried his best to grab his keys but you managed to keep them just out of reach.

“Not a chance, I don’ wan’ you drinkin’ and drivin’. Ya could get hurt,” you reasoned and he sighed, rubbing his face, trying and failing to hide a yawn.

“Fine, fine, fine, I’ll stay til I sober up. There, ya happy?”

You nod and smile triumphantly, a yawn of your own interrupting your response of “good.” Looking up at him, you can see the sleep he’s fighting off; his eyes red and eyelids droopy.

“Why don’ y’just sleep it off here?” You offer, whether it was the alcohol in your veins or some divine surge of bravery, you don’t know.

If Lance was being honest, he didn’t expect things to go this way. He wasn’t prepared to be invited to sleep over. Sure, he’d been over at your house before, but he never slept over. He didn’t do sleep overs, especially with girls he was just hooking up with, so he doesn’t know why he was nodding and agreeing so quickly.

“If y’don’t mind, tha’ might be best.”

Idiot. Sound more pathetic next time, Lance, his brain mocked him as you guided him to your room, shutting the lights off as you went.

You were in the bathroom, quickly doing your bedtime routine. He’d been in your room before, but that was when he was fucking your brains out, not going to sleep next to you.

“Y’want different clothes to sleep in?” You ask as you exited the bathroom, starting to climb into bed. Lance couldn’t help but chew his lip at seeing you in your pajamas, you’ve seen her naked, man, grow the fuck up, his brain teased once more.

He shook his head, “nah, m’fine, Princess, thanks,” he said and stripped to his boxers.

You couldn’t help the blush that heated your face. It was weird seeing him practically naked when he wasn’t about to give you the fuck of your life. It felt more real, more domestic, more…right? You were too drunk to decipher how it made you feel, so you told yourself.

Lance climbed into your bed, sighing as he relaxed into the mattress. The smell of your laundry detergent and shampoo filled his lungs once more. God, he loved this smell.

You could feel the heat of his body against your back as you laid on your side, the sensation just as addicting as its always been.

“G’night Princess,” he whispers to you in the dark. “Goodnight, Zeus,” you whisper back. You can hear his deep chuckle and feel the shake of his shoulders. You both lay in silence, settling in, and avoid touching each other (even though you’ve done much worse in the very same bed).

Tiredness began to take its toll and your eyes began to droop. Just before you drift off, you feel the bed move as he shifts beside you, a strong hand hesitantly coming to rest at your waist, and warm puffs of air rolling down your neck. Instinctively, your own hand moves to hold his, your small hand encasing his much larger one. The rhythm of your breathing deepens as a comforting haze of sleep takes you both.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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Fake Dating Drabble No. 7

This one is with 1.2k of Agent Whiskey (x F!Reader) who is your fellow agent/Partner friend with benefits and is more than happy to prove a point to your shitty ex boyfriend agent

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Warnings: implied smut, first (and probably last) time writing for Jack lol

He kissed you and you found yourself smiling against his lips as you pushed against his chest.

“Woah, one would think you’d be a little more thankful to the guy who just blew your mind. Three times,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, climbing off his lap.

“Well Jack, as nice as this has been, I have to get home and pack before we leave tomorrow.”

“Sure thing. Want me to walk you out?” he offered. You found your jeans, putting them on as you scanned the room for your bra, finding it lying abandoned on the ground.

You put it on, looking at him. He was leaning with his back against the headboard of his ridiculously big king size bed, watching your every move. His hair was a mess from the way your fingers had run through it these last hours.

“No. You stay in bed old man. I’ll see myself out,” you turned from him, picking your shirt from the ground.

“Always so charming sweetheart,” he huffed.

“If you want someone to charm you, find yourself a girlfriend, Daniels. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You okay to work with Agent Diamond?” Ginger asked you and you sighed.

“I’m okay.”

“Really? Because the last time you two were together…”

“I’m not gonna kill him Ginger. He’s not worth it.”

“You better won’t. Whiskey has been more tolerable since you work together.”

“Well I don’t have time for his cowboy bullshit. Ever since I got that into his brain we’re actually been friendly.”

Which was right. Jack was one of your closest friends. Probably the closest friend, you had no other friends you were sleeping with on a regular basis. He knew about your family, about your past missions and about Agent Diamond, also known as Tom Green who you had been dating back when you were still living in italy. You thought he’d be the one, but life got in the way. It got ugly in the end of your relationship and the last time you had met him ended with your fist on his nose after he called you a slut in front of your whole team.

“Friends? With Jack? That must be interesting,” Ginger teased and you laughed.

“He’s actually a really fun guy. Makes some mean chicken wings. Don’t tell him I told you that.”

“My lips are sealed,” she winked as she opened the door. Jack was already sitting at the table in his usual outfit, missing the hat that was lying on the table in front of him. He was glaring daggers to the other side of the table and once you turned your head you could see why. There he was Tom Green, Agent Diamond in the flesh.

“All right, shall we?” Champagne said and your eyes left Tom to look at Jack who was already looking at you. You nodded and walked to the seat next to Jack, listening to the mission.

“He’s staring at you,” Jack whispered. You frowned at him, before you looked over to where Diamond was talking to Champagne. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to work with him much. And not without Jack around which he insisted on because after all you were partners.

“Probably scared I’ll break his nose again,” you shrugged.

“I’m not letting him near you again, Doll,” Jack said and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Whatcha gonna do, old man?” you teased. Jack leaned in closer.

“I could fuck you on this table and make him watch.”

“You are full of surprises, old man,” you shook your head, acting like his words didn’t affect you at all before you pushed yourself up from where you were sitting. He looked up at you, as you squeezed his shoulder.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” you winked before you walked out of the room without glancing back.

“Can we talk?” you didn’t turn around when you heard Tom’s voice behind you. You were waiting for Jack to get on the road. Breathing in deep rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think we have anything left to talk about.”

“I think we do,” you felt him behind you. Turning around you looked up at him, the man you once thought you loved.

“I think you owe me an apology,” he said, his eyebrows raised expectedly.

You chuckled, seeing Jack walk out the building behind, his eyes fixed on yours.

“What for? Not breaking your jaw too after you called me a slut in front of the whole agency?”

“You humiliated me in front of the whole team,” he hissed. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“And you don’t think you calling me a slut, repeatedly, in front of the whole team was humiliating to me?”

“Oh please… We all know you’ve been sleeping around with the lower level agents…”

“Oh do we?” you asked, feeling the rage bubbling inside of you.

“Doll, are you ready to leave?” Jack called after you and you closed your eyes, breathing in deep.

“Well Tom, this was nice, but I gotta go. Got some lower level agent to fuck,” you smiled sweetly before you turned away from him and looked at Jack who was waiting for you.

“Kiss me,” you hissed as you walked towards him. He grinned widely at you as he tipped his hat up, his arms coming around you, both of his hands on your ass as he crashed his lips down on yours with a low moan.

“You okay?” he whispered as he parted from your lips.

“Is he still looking?”

“He’s looking like he’s about to explode.”

“Good. We gotta make sure your room is next to his when we arrive at the hotel.”

“Oh is that so?” Jack grinned, squeezing your ass.

“Yep. Gotta make sure he hears the low level agent I’m fucking moan out my name when I make him cum. All night.”

“Lower Level? That hurts. Wow. Though I’m glad to be of service, Ma’am,” Jack tilted his hat again, before he stepped back, holding out his hand for you which you took with an eye roll.

“That doesn’t mean I’m suddenly in love with you, Cowboy. Just so you know.”

Jack laughed.

“Keep telling yourself that doll,” he winked, slapping your ass as he opened the car door for you. You looked after him as he got around the car, putting the suitcases in the back. You were supposed to have Ginger and Tom in your car but he just got into the driver's seat and drove off with a grin on his lips, while humming along to some country song on the radio.

He was your best friend. The one who always had your back.

You weren’t in love with Jack. Were you?

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joannasteez · 3 years

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Headcanon request:

The guys going shopping with their girl while she is trying on more and more hideous clothing trying to make her man crack and say “what the fuck are you wearing?”

Not sure whose included when you say “guys” so I just did the Reyes boys since I only really write for them at the moment! Also, comedy isn’t my strong suit so hopefully this isn’t completely cringe LOL, if it is forgive me! Haha

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Shopping is no simple endeavor, never has been, never will be. There are far too many components to just offhandedly consider the process easy. Color scheme, sizes, fabrics, the cut of the clothing, the energy of the store, the weather outside, all these factors and many more play integral roles in making or breaking your shopping experience.

But you never considered Angel to be such an influential factor, but he was, and his far off nonchalant mood was putting a damper on your shopping.

He’d been occupied by the bright screen of his phone, scrolling and tapping away vigorously, texting EZ or Coco or Gilly no doubt, or hell maybe all three at once, which was no problem any other day, but considering you wanted his insight on the things you’d picked from the lined up racks, it was becoming a tiny bit of an issue.

Every other thing you showed him he barely looked at, giving you a short nod or a thumbs up, and these outfits were GOOD mind you. Like dinner date, catching the eye of every other person around you good, baby making till 4 AM good, and he was giving you these half assed responses.

“I’ll fix you”, you thought. Grabbing a bunch of random pieces and leading him to the fitting room.

The first couple of outfits you put together aren’t horrible but they aren’t amazing either, but that’s purposeful because you want to see how much he’ll notice. And you’re actually surprised, because he does notice, the upturn in his brow telling you he isn’t that into the outfit. “Yes? No?”, you ask.

“Try something else”, he mumbles before tapping away again at his phone.

You try again. Coming out the fitting room. “What about this?”.

He looks you up and down, taking the time to look over the fit of the clothes and the colors before he speaks. “The bottoms don’t go with that top”.

You try once again, a smile giggle emitting as you throw together the craziest, most random things. ‘Time to up the ante’, you think, as you move from out the door, clearing your voice to catch his attention.

He double takes when he sees you, and it takes a lot not to burst into a fit of giggles. “You being serious? You look like a Y2K red carpet”, he scrutinizes and you tilt your head not sure of what he’s getting at, so he clarifies as he texts away on his phone. “That’s not a compliment baby”.

You roll your eyes, making quick work of changing the top of the outfit. “Ok is it better now?” You hands smoothening over the top.

He sits his phone down, brows coming together in deep thought. “You know that word people use to like describe stuff that’s unpleasant? Stuff that’s uneasy on the eyes?”

You think for a minute..... words unsure as they leave you. “Ugly?”

“Exactly”.

“Ass”, you gripe lightly. Throwing a nearby shirt his way before you make your way back to the fitting room. His voice carrying over toward you as you close the door. “Don’t even hang that top back up on the rack, just toss that shit in the trash”.

“Excuse me J. Alexander”, you mock.

He’s confused at your reference. “What?”

“Nothing”, you say, piecing another outfit together another outfit, more ridiculous than the others. “I have one more outfit, it’s good this time I promise”.

“I’m at the edge of my seat”, he deadpans.

You come out and it takes a moment for him to respond, eyes stuck on the jarring contrast of color and patterns. He rushes to you, holding your face as his thumbs pull at the skin just below your eyes to get a better view of them, expression dramatically worried.

“Are you color blind?”

You swat him away. “No Angel, what are you talking about”.

“You must be because what the fuck are you wearing?”

𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Ezekiel’s a bit different from Angel when it comes to your shopping experience, and so despite his lack of knowledge or interest even in the complex goings on of such an endeavor, he realizes that it makes you extremely excited. He gives as much attention as he can muster, which is pretty hard sometimes, especially when it’s been a long day and his feet are hurting or if his muscles are sore. But there’s still a bit of an issue when it comes to him, a tiny issue you come to realize as you walk through racks of clothes.

No matter what you show him, even if it’s not particularly your style, he gives his approval.

And it’s kind of sweet and endearing, because he doesn’t want to dampen your mood by expressing how he doesn’t like a particular color or pattern on some dress or shirt or another, but honest opinions are crucial to the shopping experience. He’s hindering more than helping and he doesn’t even realize it, so now you’ve got to fix the situation a bit. Nudge him a little into the right direction.

So you pick up a couple of ok outfits, some not so great outfits and a few that are just completely awful. Even looking at them as you lead him to the fitting room you’re wondering why they’re even in the store.

You change into the first outfit, coming from behind the fitting room door to show him, and his head tilts. Eyes taking you in but he’s unsure of how to express what he’s thinking. “It’s...... nice”.

“Nice?”, you ask before looking down at your self. And again, it’s not awful, the cut of the top and the bottoms go together pretty well, but the colors are just off. “That’s it?........ nothing else?”

“It’s cool. If you like it, I like it”.

“Forget what I like, I want honesty”.

You’re changing again, into something a little more ridiculous, lips turning a bit at this little game you’ve been playing to see how long it’s take till he cracked and gave you some truth.

You come out again. Twirling to give him a 360 view. “Yes? No? Be honest”.

His face is scrunched, brows pulling in dislike. “It’s alright......... would look a lot better if you left it on the rack”.

You gasp, tone of the comment taking you back a bit and he throws his hands up in defense. “What? You said be honest”.

You try again, upping the ridiculousness with some janky looking braided belt and it’s taking more and more not to laugh at how good you’re putting these bad outfits together. “Ok ok..... this is better I think. Thoughts?”

He gives a once over fairly quickly. “Are we still doing the honesty thing?”

“Yes!”

“You’d look better in a burlap sack”.

There’s a near by piece of some cotton shirt that lays idle, you throw it his way. “Harsh......”, your hands slipping off the ugly belt. “And for the record, I could pull off a burlap sack if I wanted to”.

He nods. “Exactly my point. Anything is better than this”.

You’re turned now, slipping of the belt and walking back to the fitting room. “Who knew Mr. I Only Wear Plaid and Sleep in my Jeans was such a critic”.

“At least I match”, he shot back. Readying himself for the next outfit.

You’ve completely thrown caution to the wind, mixing patterns and completely destroying any sense you have of color theory. Patterns clash and the contrast of the color is just despicable at this point. A four year old could do better than what you have on, you’re sure of it.

You step from the fitting room, giving a strut and face that just might make Naomi Campbell proud. And honestly you were kinda selling it..... till Ezekiel really took a good look at you. His features dropping.

“Ok babe forreal, what the fuck are you wearing?”

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ofdarkestdesires · 2 years

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God, I hate character redesigns so fucking much.

I just dropped over onto my sfw account, and there's a post I swung by that was of Edna critiquing Momo Yaoyorozu's outfit and designing a better Supah suit for her--which, honestly, is interesting. Edna's designs are sleek and stylish and compliment their wearers wonderfully--

--and then the next panel shows this foo-foo frilly ass maid outfit, with most of her skin covered, with such a smug "this is superior" air about it that it made me want to barf.

Because that's what it comes down to, right? Occasionally, you'll get someone who really is thinking about the character, the way they interact with the world, and the way their world's laws of physics apply to them and their powers, and make something really really incredible. But most of the time, these people are just going at it looking to prove how much more woke and superior they are to the gross ugly perverts that made the original designs, and it fucking pisses me off.

I'll admit that Momo, as a teenager, should probably have a better outfit--once she's a legal adult, she can do whatever she wants, but as a teenager she should probably cover up a bit more just for her own sake. You fix that by making her outfit a full bodysuit, but have loads of zippers and latches--things she can open or release to give her more access to her skin and fatty areas to create objects.

You don't fix it by making her wear a maid outfit that has so many ruffles and fluff it would get in the way of the first weapon she tried to create, and you certainly don't get to feel smug and superior over your redesign. As something for her to wear, it's cute--as her main hero outfit, it's shit, you're shit, get off my dash before I made you eat shit.

#dash commentary #personal rant

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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she will be loved, part two

requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt: Omggg would it be okay if I send in a request for a part two for “She will be loved”?🥰 It’s soooo cute and I love rereading it because it makes me so happy!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤧🥰💜💜It’s so softttt

pairing(s): adoptive! dad! elijah x child! female! reader, family! mikaelsons x reader

word count: 1.3k words

warnings: reader has nightmares, written in third person, child reader

author’s notes: okok so i loved writing this, first of all. considering turning this into a series because i could do so much with this. that’s kind of why it’s an open ended sort of thing (if you read, it makes sense, i promise). also writing children is so fun. like. i have always been around children bc i’m the oldest grandchild and i also have like,,, five younger siblings. i just,,, it’s fun to put what i know into writing and it’s really easy for me to describe how a child could act because of how familiar i am with them. i feel like that’s another reason i like writing this so much is because i am familiar with how they act omg,,, anway enough rambling and if you read all of this, kudos to you, because i probably wouldn’t have. thanks for the request and be sure to look out for more!!!

part one

"That little," Kol took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. He sat down on the couch, composing himself.

Elijah looked over at him, smirking. "What's wrong, this time?"

"Nothing is wrong," Kol cleared his throat. "I just... cannot find her, for the life of me."

Elijah's eyes narrowed.

"Hide-and-seek," he quickly spoke, standing back up.

"Yes. And you're a vampire. You should easily be able to find her."

"Unless," Rebekah said, walking through the room with a laugh. "Klaus found her first and took her to a better hiding spot."

"Is that really what happened?"

Rebekah shrugged, watching Kol groan and vampire speed off to find little [Your name] and his pain in the ass brother.

REbekah sat down across from Elijah and she smiled at him as she did. "How are you?"

Elijah looked at her and rose an eyebrow.

"With [Your name]. I know how much of a handful children can be."

"Right," Elijah sighed softly. He sat down the book that he had been reading and he began to frown. "Her dreams are getting worse."

"Her dreams? Did you not use compulsion on her?"

"We did. Klaus and I both did. Kol tried, as well. But it just wears off after a couple of days and the dreams are worse than before."

"Has she been able to tell you what they were about?"

"You've been around [Your name], yes? She does not often wish to speak much of her dreams. She'll talk about everything else," he chuckled softly. He quickly moved to sit up as he heard [Your name] laugh and run through the hallway.

At this point, Kol wasn't using his vampire speed. In fact, he was taking his time, taunting that he was going to catch her.

[Your name] ran into the sitting room, rushing over to Elijah, giggling the entire time. "Daddy's base!" she quickly exclaimed, climbing onto Elijah's lap.

Elijah let out a soft laugh and he wrapped his arms around the small girl as Kol came over, his eyes narrowed at [Your name]. He points to his eyes, before pointing right at her.

"I'm watching you. As soon as you get up, I'll get you."

"No!" she yelped, laughing as she hugged onto Elijah.

Kol rolled his eyes before he left the room, leaving Rebekah and Elijah there with [Your name]. Elijah was quiet as he listened to [Your name]'s soft breathing.

"[Your name]," he softly said, gently shaking her awake. "Don't go to sleep yet, it's only seven—"

His wishes were drowned out by [Your name] getting comfortable in Elijah's arms. She was sound asleep in the matter of minutes. The nightmares of that evening had yet to plague her little mind.

Elijah looked over at Rebekah with a frown. "I hate to say this. But I wonder if we will have to have a witch's help with her dreams."

Rebekah pursed her lips. "That Bennett witch owes me a favor. Do you think she will help?"

"And have more people know about [Your name]? No. They will not be using her against me or any of us."

"Then I guess we will have to see what else would work."

Elijah frowned but he nodded. He knew that she was right. Elijah looked down at the little girl asleep in his arms.

"I'm going to go put her in bed. Hopefully, she doesn't sleep too long. Klaus's last fiasco completely wrecked her schedule."

Rebekah couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe Klaus should be in charge of fixing it for you since he's the one who ruined it."

Elijah shrugged and stood up, cradling [Your name] in his arms. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down in her full sized bed. [Your name]'s little eyes quickly opened and she looked up at Elijah with wide eyes.

"Stay," she quickly said, her little voice was barely louder than the clock that ticked away on her wall.

Elijah frowned softly and he nodded, laying down beside his daughter. He pulled her into his chest and listened to her once again fall asleep.

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Elijah didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew it had to have been shortly after [Your name] did. She was out of bed when he woke. Her clothes from the day before were tossed in her little clothes hamper, but she had made a mess picking out her new outfit for the day.

Elijah left his daughter's room, searching for her.

He heard laughter coming from the kitchen and he followed the noise, seeing Klaus literally throwing pancake batter in [Your name]'s direction.

"What—"

"—stay out of this, brother," Klaus said, glaring in the child's direction. "She is the one who started this—"

"—started what?"

"She told me I was ugly."

Elijah pursed his lips for a moment, clearly holding back a laugh. "What?"

"She looked at me and said, Klaus, you're ugly."

"I did not!" [Your name] exclaimed from where she hid behind the island.

Klaus looked at Elijah, and then placed his hands on his hips like an angry Karen.

Elijah rolled his eyes and he sighed, walking over to where the little girl sat. "[Your name], did you tell Klaus he was ugly?"

[Your name] quickly shook her head.

"Don't lie to me."

Her eyes widened and she looked up at Elijah. Her breathing picked up and the tears immediately began to form. "What? I am not lying, daddy..."

Elijah continued to frown at her, prompting the child to cry. She quickly hugged onto Elijah, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't—"

Elijah gently rubbed her back. "If you did, I just need you to be honest, [Your name]. Calling someone names isn't a nice thing to do. You're a good girl, aren't you? So why would you call your uncle something bad?"

"I'm sorry," [Your name] cried, looking up at Elijah with tearful eyes.

"You don't need to tell me sorry. You need to say sorry to Klaus."

Her eyes widened a bit and she quickly nodded, coming out from behind the island. She looked up at Klaus, her little face covered with tears. If she continued to cry, there's no doubt that snot would cover her face as well.

Klaus frowned as he watched her.

"I'm sorry..."

Klaus's features softened and he bent down in front of her.

"Sorry for what?" Elijah asked from behind them.

"Sorry for calling you names..."

"It's alright, [Your name]. Just... don't do it again, okay?"

[Your name] nodded and quickly calmed herself down, going to hug Klaus. Klaus sighed and hugged her back, lifting her as he did so. He sat her down on the counter by the sink. He grabbed a kitchen towel and gently cleaned up her messy face.

"These pancakes aren't going to cook themselves, now are they?"

[Your name] watched Klaus with big eyes as she shook her head.

Klaus smiled.

Elijah watched as Klaus helped [Your name] carefully stir the rest of the batter before Klaus made the pancakes his daughter so desperately wanted (according to [Your name], not to Elijah).

Elijah didn't realize how much would go in to being a parent. However, he knew that she was learning. Her little heart and her little head was figuring out how to do things as she went. It reminded him of his family when they were all young.

Elijah sat down on a stool as he watched his daughter.

The nightmares that plagued her were truly something for concern. But she didn't wake up crying the night before. He was hoping that it was simply because of a traumatic past that he had yet to figure out. But until then, he would be keeping a watchful eye over her, and he knew his family, Klaus included, would keep their own eyes on the little girl.

part three

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Thank you so much for the compliment love! Also I might have gotten too carried away with this scenario. There's a lot of things I like in this scenario so this was definitely more self indulgent to an extent! I just love submissive Ulquiorra so much so seeing him like this makes me coo coo bananas. 🍌 Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Click under the cut for the story!

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Your relationship with Ulquiorra was rather a different one. Ulquiorra never cared for showing any kind of emotion before, especially not around the others in los nochas. It was amazing that you two were together in the first place. Still, you had manage to do something that no one had ever done before, you challenged him physically and mentally. You were able to prove him wrong by showing him that he had feelings, and urges that he couldn't control. It was difficult at first but you did it and it was well worth it.

" It is ludicrous to think you are able to change my mind. You are nothing but trash. "

You smirked at him, snickering at him. "So what you are saying, is that you are scared of me? You're the fourth espada certainly you're not scare of a mere fraccion proving you wrong."

There was a hint of something in his eyes that showed some kind of annoyance, he was never the one to initiate such unnecessary chatter with those who were weaker than him. He knew his strength and his worth to Lord Aizen, why would he need any more validation on his beliefs?

"I bet I am able to make you feel all kinds of "feelings". " You leaned over him, your face was only inches apart from each other. "And when I do, I will make you want more." Your gold eyes flickered into his green ones, watching him tense at your words. Ulquiorra was annoyed, he didn't have time for any garbage that tried to challenge him, but to say that he didn't have the slightest interest into the larger male was false. Still, he automatically knew that he was stronger than him and could kill him without even trying.

"I don't have time to be bothered by trash."

The taller, muscular arrancar used his hand to pin Ulquiorra against the wall, still unfazed by the towering man above him. "You claim to not want to be bothered by trash but maybe this time you're afraid that I am able to crack your concrete thinking. Am I correct, espada?" "It's a waste of time to interact with anyone as unworthy as you. You're still nothing more than garbage. Now move out of the way. " He pushed you aside, making his leave. You were becoming more irritated with him, why did he have to be so stubborn? You huffed, crossing your arms, "You truly are a pathetic individual. You're too self conscious to want to prove me wrong. I thought espadas are the strongest in los nochas. But you're apparently weak minded. " Ulquiorra halted his steps, you knew you ticked him off and you loved that you managed to get under his skin.

"All I am trying to say is that at your ranking you should both be physically and mentally strong, But denying my invitation just proves how scared you are of me. If you are truly strong then you wouldn't be scared to be proven wrong. Such a shame. " You sarcastically sighed out of disappointment, exiting the hall where Ulquiorra stood. You knew he was in deep thought, and you knew you gotten into his head. That was the point of all this, to prove that he was wrong and that was what you were going to do.

You knew he was going to come by eventually, it was all in the matter of when he would. He showed up up a week later, the look of confusion, and anger made it more satisfying.

"Well look who decided to stop by." You smirked, leaning against the door frame of your room. "Are you here to take up my offer?" Ulquiorra was silent for moment, still contemplating.

"Yes, I am." His answer was cold, short, and straight to the point. How interesting. "You opened the door wider, letting the shorter male into your room, closing it shut behind you. "I am still quite surprised that you are here. Sure, it took weeks for you to come but better late than never? " You watched Ulquiorra, his face was like stone, unfazed and unemotional as ususal. "Where to begin?" You said to yourself, you gently stepped closer to him, you examine his posture next, stiff and guarded, if you made one move he would attack in an instant, this might be a bit harder than you thought. You took your hand, lifting his chin up to get a better look at him, he truly was attractive, his beautiful sculpted face and hauntingly gorgous emerald eyes always left some kind of effect on you. He was like fine marble sculpture crafted by the most talented artist. Still, you couldn't wait to see him break. He was surprised, so much so he began to swiftly lift his hand to strike you. Before he could, a wave of spiritual pressure halted his movements stopping him instantly. His eyes widened, how was it even possible?

You shook your head, "Now now, in order to do this, you can't try to kill me every time I touch you. This is part of the experience. Are you going to play fair or am I going to have to bind you? " You leaned forward to him, flickering your forked tongue into his ear as you whispered into it, "Or are you going to call it a quits? Are you afraid of a challenge?" He was clearly irritated and it made everything even better. " I need an answer. " You firmly grabbed his chin, forcing his emerald eyes to stare in your gold ones. There was a long pause between you two, waiting for his reply felt like an eternity. "Fine." There was venom in his voice, he sounded disgusted with you, that won't do at all. "Since this is your first time I will let that disrespectful tone go. But remember to be careful of your actions." You used your reiatsu to let him go so he could move again, carefully watching what he would do next. He remained still, glaring up at you with pure distaste. "Now, where were we?" You gave him a devious smile, still holding his chin in place, leaning forward to kiss him. You could feel him tensing up against you, he had no clue what exactly this gesture was and if he should hate it or not. You licked his lips, asking for entrance, Ulquiorra's mind was racing, you could sense he had no idea what to exactly do. You decided to further encourage him, taking your hand and rubbing his groin, his eyes widened, gasping out once the bigger arrancar touched him, giving him the perfect chance to explore his mouth. You both moaned, you were sure if Ulquiorra wasn't so distracted he would have been mortified by the noises that he was making. You pressed your hands against him again rubbing him in circular motions, feeling his erection grow with each rub. Suddenly you stopped, stepping back from him to get a better look at him. As you thought, he had a look of horror written on his face, his face stained with pink from embarassment or arousal. "The pink on your face looks adorable on you. Let's see if I can make it darker." You smirked at him, " Take off your clothes, and look at me while you are doing it. " He looked appalled for moment, why stripping for you would prove to him about his supposed feelings that he has? "That is an idiotic thing to do. What does any of this have to do about "feelings" that I have? " You rolled your eyes at him, he was such a smart ass, good thing you knew exactly how to fix that. "I am not going to say it again, strip for me or I could bound you and do it myself." You warned, your eyes dangerously watching his next move. Eventually he complied , slowly unzipping his espada outfit and taking off his hakuma. He glared at you, he was angry, but watching his face slowly turn darker was so worth it. You examined every inch of his body, from his muscles to his huge package that he was gifted. You were surprised by how muscular he was despite his slender physique, he truly was sculpted wonderfully. "You have such a nice body, I am really impressed by this. " You took a hold of his dick, slowly stroking it. You leaned into him, whispering seductively into his ear, "Such a shame you are so stubborn, disrespectful and delusional. No one likes a pretty face with an ugly attitude. "

This ticked him off, he was almost too distracted to make another snide remark. "You're nothing but an overgrown imbecile. Your opinion means nothing to me." You were too entertained by him, seeing him annoyed was more than hilarious to you. "If that's really true then why do to keep giving me these snide renarks? If you really didn't care then you wouldn't be here in the first place." You rolled your eyes again, he really was a brat. "You are talkative aren't you espada? Instead, how about shutting up by sucking on my cock? Get on your knees. " He narrowed his eyes at you, he couldn't believe he was taking orders by someone as lowly as you. He we almost tempted to leave this instant but something etched him to stay but what? You begin to pull down your pants all the way down to your ankles. You watched him slowly getting on his knees, now he was face to face with your erected cock. Ulquiorra could smell the arousal that came off you, It was intoxicating but in a good way, unfortunately he would never admit that to you. " You do so much talking about how you're so right, and everyone else in inferior to you and they're garbage. Instead, how about you put your mouth into use. It's not gonna suck its self. " Ulquiorra wanted to be disgusted by this but the look on his face made him seem confused or even slightly intrigued by the length and girth of you. He leaned forward, giving a tiny lick at the shaft of your penis, he wasn't exactly sure how to go about this but you watched him slowly figuring it out, he was a smart man afterall. He began to lick your shaft faster, moaning in process. You bit your lip to conceal a moan, seeing him curiously licking you was so arousing to see. Once he finished soaking your shaft with his tongue, he glide it all the way up to the tip, hesitantly swirling his tongue, he looked up at you, watching your face distort in pleasure, for some reason he felt pleased that he was satisfying you. He kicked it up a notched, slowly taking you into his mouth, you were surprised that he was becoming more bold but you weren't complaining at all. You took one of your hands, tangling your fingers into his silky black hair, while gripping the other hand onto the horn of his mask. You encouraged him to bob his head, pushing his head down your cock some more. He was a quick learner, because he began to bob his head slowly at first before picking up a rythmn and movement. He took his pale hand, grabbing onto your cock, stroking it while he bobbed his head. Streams of moans echoed throughout your room from the both of you. Your cock twitched inside his mouth, he halted, confused on what to do next. " Swallow every bit of my come, if not then you will lick it off the floor. " You began to thrust into his mouth, gripping the horn of his mask tighter, with one last powerful thrust you gave in, spurting all of your cum into his mouth. You made sure his mouth milked every bit of it out of you, moaning out with pleasure. Once you were empty, Ulquiorra pulled away from your cock, he began to pant, mix of his saliva and cum dripped down his chin. You never thought you would see him like this, so vulnerable and pathetic, it was so erotic. You watched him catch his breath, his face pink, he looked so exhausted but also so needy for you. "You did an amazing job. You really are good little servant, so obedient when you're not running your mouth. I will now reward you." He looked up at you, his eyes was full of lust, you could practically smell his arousal from all the way up here.

" Lay on the couch. " Your orders were soon followed, you watched him lay himself on the bed, erection still standing as he panted, he almost looked feverish. "Do you need to come?" You asked him, he nodded his aroused panting picked up, " Say it vocally, I need to be a hundred percent sure. "

"Yes...please... " His voice sounded different, he was once sounded so cold and distant now replaced with need and lust. He was so polite and he carried his orders with such satisfactory, no wonder he is Lord Aizen's little lacky. It was a surprise Aizen didn't turn him into something more than just a loyal servant. "You're so polite. I will make you come but only if you tell me that I was right all along." Ulquiorra 's eyes widened, he seemed to snapped out of his trance and back to his original personality again, such a shame really, you preferred him with your cock in his mouth.

"You must truly be an imbecile to think I will admit that someone like you is rignt. " His voice had so much venmon in it, he was beyond annoyed that you put him through this mental torture. You let out a sarcastic sigh, "How unfortunate, and here I was going to let you off easy. Such a shame really, you were so polite and obedient like a servant should. Well, we see about that." You began to whistle, grabbing his long erect penis into your hand, causing a desperate moan to escape his lips. "You sound so needy Ulqui, how long can you really hold out? " You began to stroke his dick at a slow, agonizing rate, watching his face switch from annoyance to pleasure. Teasing him was one of your favorite parts, it was only a matter of time before he would give in. You began to pump your hand faster, occasionally squeezing it. You began switching up speeds, going slower one moment then faster another moment. He was now pulsating into your hand, you then took your hand off of him completely. He gasped, he was clearly in a situation and the only way to be fixed was to throw away all of what's left of his dignity which was barely anything. He was in agony and it was amazing to see him like this,you were so satisfied to see him like this, so desperate and pathetic for you. "Are you going to apologize and tell me I was right? You better answer quickly or I might get bored and just leave." His mouth gaped, you wouldn't dare to leave, would you?

" You wouldn't. "

You simply shrugged, "I don't know, would I? It all depends on you." It took several moments of silence of thinking for the espada, this was his final decision to make, should be give up his dignity just to be pleasure by this snake? The look on his face said it all, You finally broke him, " I apologize, you were right about... everything."

You gave him a genuine smile, "You really are a good boy, so unfortunate it only took you this long to admit it." You sped up your movement of your strokes, gently rubbing the tip of his penis with your thumb as well. You could feel him pulsate under your fingers again, his cries of pleasure was music to you. "Do you want to come?" You asked him, "Please... " He begged you, he sounded so pathetic it was almost too sad. You began to pick up the pace of your strokes, going so fast. "You can come." You told him, you heard a string of moans, watching him come several spurts of his cum all over your hands and his thighs. He began to pant, his face completely red, clearly exhausted from this whole experience. You took the come that was was on your hand, putting it up to his face. "Lick it clean. It's the least you could do since you made such a huge mess on my bed." At first you thought you would get another snide remark from him but it didn't came up. Instead, he licked your hand completely clean. For the first time he looked so innocent, he looked like a puppy trying to please his master.

Because that was all he was, after all he does play that part quite well.

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