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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Synopsis: Felix thinks a flashy coat will make him more intimidating.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!Felix, fem!reader, not really mafia but he's definitely a criminal lolll, money laundering?, oral (f), porn w no plot lol, piv, cream pie

“Don’t you think it’s a bit… excessive?”

The fluffy, exaggerated red pelt that covered his shoulders looked almost too heavy for Felix’s slim frame. Though, it suited him well.

“Not at all. If anything, I don’t think it’s excessive enough. I want everyone to know who’s in charge.” Felix adjusted the collar in the mirror and slicked the right side of his pretty blonde hair back.

“You’re already hard to miss as it is, babe.” You stood from your spot on the bed, making your way behind him and placing your hand over his to get him to face you. Up close, you could see how well the bright red color brought out his skin tone, freckles lining his nose and upper cheeks in a kind facade. Felix gazed down at you sweetly as you reached up to fix the collar yourself, “however, you look hot in red.”

A sly smirk spread across his face, “you think so? Hm, then perhaps this is the perfect thing to wear to the office today.” Leaning in and cupping your cheeks, Felix placed a quick peck to your forehead. “Join me?”

You knew what he did for work wasn’t necessarily… legal, and that it was incredibly dangerous. But Felix assured you time after time that the fear of getting caught wasn’t even on his radar and that he had protection plans in place. That was something you didn’t question further as it probably wasn’t something you should know for your own sanity. Hell, you probably should’ve ran in the opposite direction when he told you what his job was. But for some reason, you just couldn’t.

The warehouse was so far off the map that after all this time together, you still got confused every time you went. But Felix’s hand in yours as his other gripped the steering wheel was comfort enough that the two of you weren’t lost despite not having seen a single building for the past twenty minutes. The enormous coat was discarded in the backseat, leaving your long term boyfriend in just a gray tank top and matching red pants, and to say you wanted to jump his bones would’ve been an understatement. He knew how much you adored his body, even more when there was just a thin barrier between you and his skin. It was like he dressed this way knowing you couldn’t say no to spending more time with him, even if it was at his scary, illegal job.

There were no other cars in the lot as the two of you pulled up, but a single text message and the garage doors of the old warehouse opened up and Felix entered. Ominous as always, you got chills as the dark interior shadowed your car before your eyes adjusted to the dim light. Large machines were lined up in the middle, rows of people wearing gloves and handling the product with tongs and tweezers working away at them doing god knows what. If Felix had told you what he did for a living before bringing you here to witness the stacks of washing machines and dryers tumbling loads of green paper, you would’ve laughed in his face. How could such a charming and sweet person as he is, be involved in money laundering? Let alone, running the entire thing?

Felix didn’t let you dwindle on the recollection too long, putting the car in park and strutting to your side to open the door. You gave him a gentle kiss on the lips as he crowded your view of the working floor, he never did like you looking too closely, not that you were complaining. The less you knew, the better.

You stepped out of the vehicle and opened the back passenger door to grab his obnoxiously large coat, draping it over his shoulders to take his hand as he led you towards his office.

“On track today?” Felix called out to the person at the end of the pathway overlooking the floor.

“Hello Sir, greetings Missus. Ahead of the game today, actually. You were right, new machines were worth the investment. What a… wonderful coat,” the goon gave a quick bow and kept his head low as you and Felix got closer.

“I always am. And thank you,” your boyfriend said lowly, patting the worker on the shoulder when the pair of you passed him and entered his office.

Only once finally in the confines of his private room and locking the door behind him did Felix let out a quivering sigh. Though, you didn’t ask why. He knew you were there to lend an ear if he decided he needed the support. His work was a touchy subject, you didn’t want to add to his already heavy burden by pestering him. However, it seemed he was in a chatty mood.

“I hate that guy,” Felix admitted, coming in close and hugging you from behind with his back to the shaded window that overlooked the work floor.

You melted into the warmth of his chest and coziness of the fluffy red coat, “why?”

“He’s scared of me. I don’t like people who are scared of me. I’m not scary, am I, sweetheart?” He hid his face in the crook of your neck and lowered his voice to rumble against your skin.

“Not in the slightest. But I decided that before I knew you were a crime lord.” Felix laughed deeply and spun you around, taking your cheeks in his hands again.

“So you’re not even the slightest bit afraid?” He was smirking that stupidly attractive smirk and tilting his head so catlike.

You shivered, but not from his words so much as the way he was looking at you, that same glimmer of mischief in his eyes that you knew so well. You shook your head, no, “should I be afraid?”

Felix sucked in a deep breath before letting it out and coming in close to your face. You could feel his warm breath against your lips, grazing your own but not quite touching, though you wished he would. Years together and you still feel the electric shock whenever he so much as looks your way. “You don’t have to be,” he whispered and paused as your breath caught in your throat. “But everyone else should.”

He crashed into you with force so strong that you stumbled back until your ass hit the desk. Felix immediately drew your dress high on your hips and lifted you on to it without breaking the kiss, roaming his hands up and down your body while you laced your fingers in his hair. You struggled to breath at the sheer intensity at which he ravaged your mouth, tongues and spit mixing and echoing throughout the thin walled room. You silently thanked the heavens that the blinds were closed, it wasn’t particularly high up on your to-do list to be watched by all of his employees.

Nipping lightly at your neck then falling to his knees in front of you, Felix dragged your underwear just below your knees and ducked under them to toss your legs over his shoulders and spread them wide. He dove in without hesitation to lick a fat strip up the center of your core and have you whine out in sudden stimulation. As if he didn’t have you last night as well, he suckled and slurped and tongued at you like a hungry dog, no interest in stopping or slowing down. Felix was especially good with his lips, plump and thick cupping around your bundle of nerves so nicely as you clenched around nothing, eventually enticing your first orgasm out of you from his mouth alone. You squeezed his head between your legs and knocked away whatever was on his desk as you leaned back to keep from falling over, calling out his name with a high pitched cry.

He huffed and puffed for air when you finally released him, already pulling his pants down and clearing the desk behind you entirely so you could lay back. Felix guided your knees around his torso and lazily pumped himself a few times before swiping his red tip at your wetness. Between the delirious satisfaction you felt and the similarity of the color of the coat and the head of his cock, you couldn’t suppress the giggle leaving your mouth. “Oh no,” you hummed, “such a big, scary villain! What are you gonna do to me?” The feigned fear made him grin down at you and pull the top of your dress as far down as it’d go. In the process, he got a little too excited and ripped the seam down the front and side of the dress.

“Gonna make you scream my name, pretty baby. Gonna make sure everyone out there knows who you belong to.” He swiped the tip across your sensitive clit, making you whine a little more, but feel even more desperate for his touch. You pulled him down by the collar of the coat for a heavy, heated kiss, Felix falling and catching himself with both hands on either side of your head. Amidst the saliva being swapped he managed to blindly fumble to find your entrance and push in, both you moaning into one another's mouths.

The stretch was dizzying, you dug your heels into his back to reach further into your deepest parts and nudge the sweet spot. The coat was proving to be rather practical, making a wonderful harness of sorts for you to hold on to just because you wanted him to stay close.

Felix moved his hips slowly at first, working you up and letting you have your way for a few moments longer. But he was growing too desperate, unable to hold back now that he was buried in your warm, wet, pulsing walls. He placed a few more loving kisses to your lips knowing nothing he was doing to you was anywhere near appropriate for work. Not that he cared, he’s the boss, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

Including fucking you senseless for everyone to hear.

He stood up again and let your hands keep hold of the hem of his fluffy red coat, big enough to cover your body if anyone decided to come wandering in. Felix brought his thumb to your mouth and pushed in, letting your saliva coat the digit to and bring it back down to your clit, rubbing slow, perfectly practiced figure eights into it. You convulsed tighter around his cock, slick sounds filling the room and he was hardly even moving. Though, as his pace picked up, the wetness was overtaken by skin on skin and the creaking of the wooden desk beneath you. Deep grunts accompanied your wails of pleasure as his thumb failed to cease its assault to your nerves and make you feel trapped in a whirlwind of bliss. His smell surrounded you and made it hard to breathe, his skin was so warm and he sounded so pretty, you couldn’t focus on anything except him, him, him.

“C’mon baby, where are your manners? It’s polite to praise whoever is doing you a service,” Felix’s voice seemed to have dropped into octaves you didn’t think was possible despite knowing you’d heard it hundreds of times. He never failed to amaze you.

“Fuck– more, baby, please. So sexy, so good, so big– ahh!” His pace picked up exponentially, short and quick ruts into your cunt instead of long strides to hit your g-spot at a consistent pace. Eyes rolling back, you could feel the knot in your belly tightening every time his pelvis hit yours, every delicious rub against your clit, he knew exactly how to make you melt.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his lower lip finding its way between his teeth and brow furrowing in concentration.

“Li– fuck– Lix, baby, god–”

“Again,” a not light, but not too rough of a slap he sent to your ass, causing your hips to buck into his hand.

“Baby, please! Gonna–”

“Say. My. Name,” each word menacingly punctuated in between thrusts.

“Fuck– F– Felix!”

The cry must’ve reached the logical part of his brain and allowed mercy, “shit– cum, sweetheart.”

He fucked you through your orgasm, letting both his hands grip your waist and take advantage of the erratic movement of your walls, quick staccato’d thrusts into you that prolonged the high. Once the light faded from the back of your eyelids, you were able to coerce your boyfriend into his own bliss, “fill me up, baby. Show everyone, who do I belong to?”

Felix’s head fell back as he sunk into you and let the groan rumble from within his chest, seed coating your walls and milking him dry. His hips twitched as he attempted to come back to earth and regained his breath. Slowly his head rolled back around to look down at you with the largest smile, “you should come to work with me more often.”

“I don’t think your employees would appreciate me taking up all your time,” you could only manage to whisper seeing as your throat was dry and sore.

“Doesn’t matter what they think. They work for me, I’m in charge.” Felix bent over and kissed you, soft and sweet, the same way you knew him to be. You hummed against his lips, “mhm.”

He pulled out shortly after a few more moments of reassuring smooches, maneuvering to step aside and pull your panties back up while readjusting your dress. Felix laughed at the state of you while he fixed himself up as well, patting down your messy hair and gesturing at your smudged lipstick.

Thumb to your lips, there was a knock at the door. Felix yelled, “come in,” to reveal the same worker from earlier.

“Sorry to…” the employee looked at you then at his boss, “...interrupt. But Mr. Bang is here to collect.” Your boyfriend merely nodded his head and the goon disappeared again.

Felix turned to you, taking you in his arms again for a tight embrace and chaste pecks to your cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart. Time for business.”

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pascallllllll1 · 1 year

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The Happiest Place On Earth

Request: “Hi can I request a one shot where reader and Pedro Pascal have a daughter named Esmeralda? They go to Disney for the first time, they dress her up in a Grogu costume and go visit the Mando and everybody go crazy to see Pedro and his daughter.”

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: follows the request above, I also made reader pregnant. Lots of fluff. Esmeralda’s age wasn’t specified so I made her like 4/5?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: pregnancy, suggests smut but no actual smut.

Packing the last of the necessary items you’ll need for the day ahead in your backpack, you zip up the bag and readily set it by the front door of your room. Esmeralda had specifically requested that daddy book her in the fairytale suite so she could get her beauty rest like a real princess and being wrapped around her tiny finger Pedro went online later that day to book said room. The room your growing family of three is currently getting ready in. Cressessing your small bump you cross the room approaching your struggling husband who’s trying to fight your five year old into putting sunscreen on.

“NO DADDY!” She screeches, resisting his best efforts to apply the cream to her face and ears.

“Princesa please, the quicker we finish this up the sooner we can leave and check out all the cool stuff.” He attempts to reason with her. Stubborn times such as this one remind you exactly how alike you both are, your living breathing karma of what you put your own parents through. You decide to throw Pedro a bone and come to his long awaited rescue. You fake gasp obnoxiously loud to catch your daughters attention;

“Oh. My. Gosh. Guess who I just found out is here?!” You ask Esmeralda dramatically, squatting eye level with her. Pedro laughs and moves over to make room for you next to him.

“Who?!” She asks, eyes widening in excitement.

“Grogu and Mando!!” You exclaim jumping up and bouncing around. Esmeralda screams at the information and launches herself forward tacking Pedro with a huff.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US DADDY!!!!”

“Careful,” You playfully chastise her. “Daddy’s getting old can’t be as rough with him or he’ll break on us.” You joke causing Esmeralda to throw her head back and fall over sideways exaggeratedly in a fit of laughter.

“I was gonna say sorry and give you your surprise mi hija but not if you two meanies are ganging up on me!” He pouts.

“Aw I’m sorry baby.” You coo, coming up to him to cup his face and kissing the patchy bald spot you love oh so much on his scruffy jaw.

“I promise to make you feel better later.” You whisper low enough for his ears only. Pedro closes his eyes and groans at your hidden meaning before standing to his full height and making his way over to his bag to dig for Esmeralda’s surprise. When he returns she’s waiting patiently trying to get a peak at plastic wrapped, outfit? tucked behind his back.

“IT’S A GROGU COSTUME!!!!!—“

“Wowww, inside voice please! I know it’s very exciting hun but there’s other people in the building.-“ He leans forward swooping Esmeralda up in his arms so she could further inspect the outfit.

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Thank you for apologising hun, it’s alright.” God he’s so patient and caring with her. Every time you witness this paternal side of Pedro feels like a gift. You really are the luckiest woman in the world blessed with the most loving, doting husband who excels at fatherhood beyond your wildest dreams and taking to it like a fish to water. This is it. Everything you’ve ever wished for is currently giggling to each other while dressing in the adorable costume. Your beautiful family, that soon but not nearly soon enough your baby boy will be joining.

“What do you think mommy, am I pretty?” Esmeralda asks, twirling around in a circle on one foot then posing with her hands on her hips. The large floppy green ears bounce and swing with every movement, she’s drowning in the baggy brown fabric of the robe, her bright pink converse sneakers peeking out from underneath, and wears a smile that says she’s never been happier.

“I think you look gorgeous baby, right daddy?” You ask teasingly, trying but ultimately failing to hold back a smirk. He crosses his arms and huffs. He’ll get you back for all your teasing later.

“Si te ves muy hermosa hija.” Pedro confirms smiling.

***

You follow and observe from behind while pushing Esmeralda’s wagon stroller as she leads your husband hand in hand through the bustling crowds towards the Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge attractions.

“Where would you like to go first, sweet girl?” Pedro asks, drawing Esmeralda’s wandering gaze to himself.

“I wanna make a lightsaber!!” She exclaims jumping up and down, her big ears slapping her face as she does causing both you and Pedro to laugh.

“Of course, let’s go head over there to… Black Spire Outpost.” He says pointing at the entrance of the workshop.

While Pedro pays for Esmeralda to do the activity you stand with your daughter admiring the beautifully staged rock cavern you're in. You’ve always loved and appreciated the Star Wars universe and its beauty. So many people and stories to explore within it that could continue going on infinitely. A warmth blossoms in your chest thinking about Pedro getting to be a part of that. He’d introduced everyone to a new character and without facial expression, only body language and tone of voice showed us the many layers and personality of The Mandalorian, Din Djarin. You are so insanely proud of him.

A kiss on your cheek and a hand drawing small circles on your belly brings you back to the present.

“Ok we’re all set, vamos!” Pedro announces giddily to which is met by loud cheers from your daughter.

The group you're with is small, usually that’s a positive but at the moment with such few faces amongst everyone to look at, your husbands very pretty and recognizable one is just that, more recognizable. You meet one of Savi’s Gatherers outside his workshop and Esmeralda chooses between four different hilts to build her lightsaber with, all having a different theme. Peace and Justice. Power and Control. Element Nature. Protection Defence. After hard consideration she diligently comes to the conclusion of choosing the Element Nature hilt which embodies the force, but mainly because she thought it was the coolest looking.

Next for the activity Esmeralda gets to choose a Kyber crystal, picking between red, blue, green and violet she confidently swipes the violet crystal.

“Now we get to put it together mommy!” She says smiling up at you with her crystal on display then runs to assemble the lightsaber with the help of her father. The process of putting everything together thankfully didn’t take long and in no time Esmeralda was wielding a blade of her own. By now you could feel the stares from those around you multiplying and you grab Pedro’s hand to signal his attention;

“Baby I think people are starting to notice who you are.” You speak quietly into his ear, playing it off like a playful kiss. He glances around inconspicuously and realises you’re right.

“Hey princesa, how ‘bout we go find some snacks, daddy’s getting hungry. Sound good babe?” He turns his head patiently waiting for confirmation from you. You peck his lips and respond with a, sounds good, and move to start making your way to the cantina cafe.

***

“Hi! could I get three small blue milks.. two roasted pork wrap Ronto Roasters and.. one grilled sausage, please!” You smile up at the cashier, she confirms your order and you tap your card on the scanner to pay then move closer to your family while you wait.

“Three small blue mills!” You grab your drinks thanking the worker and pass Esmeralda her own. She’s off in her own little world enthralled by the new strange drink.

“Babe,” Pedro says, getting your attention, then thanking you when you hand him his cup. You look up at him, eyebrows raising in question.

“People are starting to take photos and record, it’s only a matter of time before they start coming up to me-“

“-Two roasted pork wraps and one grilled sausage wrap!” Pedro sighs, moving over to grab the food, smiling at and thanking the worker again. He passes the food out and Esmeralda continues to zone out of yours and Pedro’s conversation and focus on the food set in front of her.

“How about you and Esmeralda finish up here and head towards a gift shop, I know she wants to grab some stuff for home. I’ll go use the washroom and walking around alone gives the fans some time to approach me without interfering with family time. I’ll come meet up with you both after a few photos.”

“Works with me.” You agree, smiling.

“Esmeralda, you wanna go space shopping while daddy goes pee?” The question has her snapping her head up at you and rushing to clean up her mess from eating.

“Ya! Ya! Let’s go, mommy!” She reaches for your hand not being used to push the stroller to hold and moves to leave, yelling over her shoulder to her dad;

“Don’t pee your pants, daddy! Mommy won’t be there to clean you up!” Pedro lets out an obnoxiously loud belly laugh that makes you giggle back at him before letting your daughter pull you down the path towards the promise of toys. After you and Esmeralda leave Pedro unwrap his food and scarfs it down quickly on his way to the washroom.

Esmeralda spends 20 minutes sorting through the many different options to bring home with her in Dok-Ondar’s Den of Antiquities. By the time the two of you make it up to the cash register she’s piling shirts, stuffies, one lanyard, a handful of pins and a few toys onto the checkout counter. When you paid the outrageous cost for her small hoard of items you tried to reason with yourself that it was Esmeralda’s first trip to Disney, special occasion means special treatment, right? As you’re walking out of the shop you spot Pedro finishing up with some fans a few feet ahead of you. Immediately, Esmeralda spots her daddy and is rushing over to him and jumping up into his arms.

“Daddy! I wanna show you all my new toys!” The group of people now forming around Pedro laugh and gush over your precious daughter, commenting on how much she resembles him. Esmeralda, like her father, soaks up with attention like a sponge and loves every second of it. As far as she’s concerned this group of people are for her and not her father. They all adore her Grogu outfit and one person tells Pedro he should’ve dressed as Mando to match.

“It’s always a pleasure to meet all of you and I’m sorry I can’t stick around longer but I have to get back to my family now. Everyone have a good time and enjoy yourselves!“ Pedro waves and smiles to everyone, carrying Esmeralda back over to you and continuing on in a new direction.

“How was that?” You ask him curiously. He turns to you and huffs out a breath;

“Good. I love getting to meet and interact with my fans, I wouldn’t be anywhere without their support. But sometimes I wish I could draw that line of time and place a little more clearly to them, ya know.” He shares with you. You nod in agreement and wrap an arm around his waist to comfort him.

“Yeah, I get it.” You say staring up at him. He leans down and softly kisses your lips letting them hover after.

“Ew! No kissing!” Esmeralda gasps grossed out before falling into a fit of laughter. Pedro attacks your face in kisses to bug her more and all you can do is laugh and enjoy this time with your family.

“Ok! Ok! Ah, ok!! Let’s go check out something else, huh?” You question both the Pascal’s before you.

“Falcon one next!”

“To the Millennium Falcon, vamos mi familia!!!” Pedro shouts with a loud clap of his hands.

The three of you spent the rest of the day exploring the galaxy via rides and interactive activities, gorging yourselves on as many sweet treats as your bodies could handle. Later that night you’d reward your husband and show him how much you appreciated what a perfect father and spouse he was. Meanwhile twitter and Instagram would become flooded with photos of your family adventuring Disney, Esmeralda as Grogu causing fans to go wild.

Open to requests!!

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

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inbarfink · 3 months

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So I’ve already seen a fair bit of Appreciation for this piece of Ace Attorney Official Art by Kumiko Suekane cause… well… it is Really Fucking Good.

And most of this Appreciation is focused on Edgeworth, which does make sense cause.... well, this is what the art is focused on. Edgeworth, out in the cold, readying himself to join the warm and bright party with all of his loved ones. He’s Embarrassed but he’s clearly going to wear the goofy Santa suit. It’s some really good emotional stuff, especially with the role Christmas/late December in general played in Edgeworth’s life.

That is all true, but…

Today I wanna actually focus on Franziska’s role in this little Christmas party.

Like, first just the fact that she’s attending it so happily in the first place! Considering the kind of sour note Phoenix and Franziska started on, we shouldn't ever take it for granted that nowadays Franziska can just hang out in a Wright and Co. Office Party!

Suekane has a lot of lovely artwork of the Main Trilogy Crew hanging out together as family with Franziska included, but what’s really striking me about this artwork specifically is, well, the fact that Edgeworth isn’t part of the party (yet).

Cause I think some people assume that Franziska would only ever hang out with the rest of the Main Trilogy Crew because of Miles. Like, the rest of the cast are the obnoxious in-laws she only tolerates because of her little brother. But nope!!! Look at her just chilling happily with everyone without necessarily just being Edgeworth’s Plus One…. I mean, maybe she was Gumshoe’s Plus One… but that would also be a heartwarming indication of how far their relationship has gone!

But also, I wanna talk about her outfit….

Because even from what little we can see, it looks so much classier than what everyone else is wearing that it’s hilarious.

Like, the Fey Girls have these cute lil’ kitschy Christmas dresses, Phoenix and Gumshoe are just in their work clothes, even MILES is currently wearing his courtroom suit while debating putting on a santa outfit and then you have Franziska like “hmmm…. Yes, I think I will wear my 5000$ black dress and pearl necklace to the Wright and Co. Christmas Office Party”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello!

Can I request with RoR gods?

Where darling/reader who's a fan of some movies/games/anime/manga/books and simps for one of the characters in it. And the character they like have a similar characteristics (name, looks, traits or personality) as the (God)…

What would be the reactions of the Gods and what'll they do?

(Ex. Loki- hearing his darling says his name, and he teleport to where his darling is, when his there, he saw his darling's simping at the character, who's named also Loki at the movie, Marvel, as she watches the show Loki getting annoyed or jealous when darling simping for a character that similar like him;

Hermes's darling simping on Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler, and Hermes's internally annoyed by it, so he watches/ reads & try imitating it to impress his darling)

w/: Loki, Thor, Hermes, Apollo, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Beezelbub

I hope you like this! I wasn’t able to think of any characters for Hercules, Beelzebub and Hades, so I did not write them. I do apologize.

-Loki- Hated this other ‘Loki’, an actor portraying him in this movie, The Avengers, who was suave and elegant looking, mainly because you had hearts for eyes as you watched the scene where he’s in his black and green suit. He teeth ground together as you whispered his name wistfully, immediately pouting, “Why don’t you ever say my name like that? What’s so special about this guy?” you turned to him with a bright grin, “He’s so elegant! And he looks so good in a suit!” Loki glared, draping himself across your lap like a cat, “I wore a suit, and you didn’t give me eyes like that!!” you couldn’t help but giggle, seeing that he was jealous, “Aww are you jealous of an actor?” his deep pout gave you your answer as he cuddled into your lap.

-Thor- Scowled lightly as you watched the actor in The Avengers who was playing the character by the same name, a grin on your face, in awe over his accent and personality. Thor looked down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist, hugging you a bit closer, “I don’t talk like that.” You grinned up at him, “Of course you don’t, this is the actor’s version of you.” He kept taking jabs, getting angrier that you kept defending the actor, “I don’t look like that. My hammer is bigger. Why is he so happy looking?” you quickly realized he was jealous that you were making eyes at another ‘version’ of him, making you tease him that he was jealous. The rest of the movie was forgotten as he pinned you down to prove he was better.

-Hermes- Pouted as you gushed over a character in your anime, Black Butler, Sebastian, who reminded you a lot of Hermes, wearing a suit, looking elegant but also intimidating at the same time. Hermes poked your cheek as he leaned down over the back of the couch, “You know I’m right here right? You have me you could be gushing over?” you looked up at him, realization quickly filling your eyes as you teased him, “Are you jealous over an anime character?” his cheeks turned red and you giggled before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, pressing a kiss to his temple, “I just like him because he reminds me of you, but only I get to kiss you.”

-Apollo- His eyelid twitched, watching Ouran High School Host Club, watching Tamaki twirl around obnoxiously, cherry blossoms flowing around him as he shamelessly flirted with girls. Apollo scowled, “You like this guy?” you nodded, watching with sparkling eyes, “I do! He’s funny but also elegant and so pretty! He’s a lot like you!” Apollo instantly pouted, glaring harshly, offended that you thought he, the beautiful Apollo was like this anime character!! You pointed out all of the similarities, personality, actions, even over the top about looks, each one Apollo could only gawk, realizing that it was true, as he collapsed, gloom surrounding him, looking similar to Tamaki on the TV who was also collapsed.

-Poseidon- Scowled deeply, watching you practically drooling over Jason Momoa as Aquaman, watching him exiting the water without a shirt, “You know, a real sea god is right behind you.” You glanced back, smiling warmly as you greeted your love before you turned back, “I know that, but Jason is so hunky with that bod and that long hair!” Poseidon immediately grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him before he kissed you deeply, making your eyes go hazy. He crawled on top of you on the couch, getting your attention from the movie. Once he pulled apart, he liked the look on your face, seeing you dazed. He then turned bright red as you grinned up at him, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!”

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror thor #ror hermes #ror apollo #ror poseidon

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 4 months

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A Date Night HC with Black Mask and F!S/O 🖤

S/O loves to be spoiled and pampered by him. She teases him wearing a dress he likes on their extravagant date night to a high-end restaurant ... There will be a few surprises from him too :3c S/O is his enabler and lets him get away with a lot of his behaviour, and up to mischief herself.

"It's a good thing we pay so much to eat here, or they might actually kick us out-" Black Mask x F!S/O (Valentine's Event 2024)

Oh god don't enable him, he's already impossible. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: Suggestive, NSFW, fingering

Valentine's Day. The perfect excuse for an obnoxiously extra date night to show off to everyone else. No matter how far Roman got away from his roots, some things never changed. He was better than everyone else, as were you. Certainly one of the best parts for having a girlfriend like you was his ability to show that in public.

It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that you could have almost anything you wanted. When you didn't ask for much, he made it a mission to spoil you. Spa days, special treats here and there- You deserve it, you put up with his shit, after all. Seeing how much you enjoyed it just eggs him on.

So tonight he let you know exactly where he was taking you. Some high end place he's put a lot of money into for under the table deals. Tells you that you can pick whatever dress you want, but the panties? He's got those set out. Black and lacy, with stockings he pictures rolling up your thighs. Why wouldn't you take the opportunity to fuck with him back? A slinky number you knew got him hot when he saw it. Just a little too short and accentuated your body in all the right places.

You could hear the sharp, huffing inhale through his mask when he first saw you come out. You could feel how firmly he had his hand on your inner thigh while riding in the car, then how it moved to the small of your back as you entered the restaurant. He'd been quiet other than small talk. Telling the waiter to take you to "his" table.

He then forced his way to sit next to you, hand back on your thigh and creeping up, "You think you're fuckin' cute, huh?"

"Adorable, thank you for asking." The calm facade on your face flickered only for a second as his pinky moved up and down the front of the lingerie between your legs.

His gaze was intense, even when the waiter came back to ask for your order. It was then he ordered for you. Expensive. Something you definitely wanted but might not order on your own due to the price or the fuss of it. And a bottle of something old and fancy. His hand never left it's place until you moved it.

"Since you seem to like these so much..." You found yourself hiking up the dress almost to your hips. Another patron happened to look over... and quickly look away when they found Black Mask glaring back at them. And there in your hands was your now removed panties, which he snatched away to tuck in his pocket.

The wine was brought to the table, then... along with a box. He made a motion with his hand to you, "Happy Valentine's Day, doll."

Then, as you opened it- It was a bright red teddy bear... with a bracelet. The bracelet itself wasn't anything crazy. Yet you recognized it as one you'd been admiring a month ago. You hadn't asked for it. Yet he remembered the way you'd looked at it and decided you needed to have it.

"Allow me." He was already taking it off the bear and putting it on your wrist, "Yeah. Suits you just right."

"I... Thank you-"

"Don't say anything about making it up. You're gonna make it up right now." He's leaning to your ear before his hand tucks between your thighs, "Open up."

Before you could really respond beyond giving more space for his hand, he was plunging a finger inside. Praising you for being wet. Drinking his wine in his other hand as if he wasn't making you writhe. His palm pressed against your clit, making one smooth movement of penetration and stimulation. When someone walked by, he'd add another finger or push harder to get you to moan.

By the time the food came out, he had you on the edge. Yet he pulled away. The plates hit the table and he was licking his fingers. Looking at you knowingly. A little appetizer for himself.

Then he was cutting into his steak as if nothing happened, "We'll continue this later."

It was delicious, there was no question. Both you and your partner were taking small bites. Enough to assuage the hunger- You'd both be taking leftovers and finishing after certain events that night. He almost laughed when the waiter asked if you wanted dessert.

"Nah, fuck off. Give us the check."

It would have seemed the two of you were on the same page. Until, at least, you were leaving the building. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something black fall from Roman's pocket and hit the ground. He was already pushing you forward before you could turn around. Your mouth agape as you realized just what your partner intentionally dropped on the floor of the fucking public restaurant.

"Sir, you dropped your-" a waiter paled as he found himself picking up your recently worn underwear.

"Yeah, thanks kid." Roman sneered behind the mask, "She was just telling me she was feeling cold." He held them up to you, knowing you were going to snatch them from his grip.

It was in the moment you didn't know if you wanted to fuck him or kill him. To be determined.

#not me making a fallout boys esque title for this one #black mask x f!reader #black mask #roman sionis #roman sionis x F!reader #foxwriting #foxy valentines event #suggestive

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 2 years

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For You I’ll Fight

Bruce Wayne x Reader (she/her)

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Bruce for a while. When the two of you get kidnapped by Jeremiah, you realize that your feelings might be reciprocated after all.

Word count: 3.54k

Warnings: guns, kidnapping, death threats (it’s Jeremiah after all), blood mention, angst, angst with happy ending, cursing

Requested by: @eggsandhammers

Request: Hiii I’m new to requests so if I do anything wrong please tell me! Could I request a gotham!bruce x reader(civilian, so like not a superhero) where her and Bruce get kidnapped by Jeremiah? Angst with happy ending please!!!! Maybe he confesses his love for her once they are safe

I really hope you enjoy this fic! I’m sorry it took longer to write. Unfortunately, I had an IRL crisis to solve and that kinda made writing difficult.

I had lot of fun writing this fic and I kinda want to rewatch Gotham again because this brought back a lot of feels and so much nostalgia. I forgot how much I love not only Bruce but just the whole Gotham universe.

I hope you enjoy this fic and that it was worth the wait! The title is from the song “I’ll Fight” by Daughtry and I think it fits the whole vibe really well. Protective Bruce for the win lol.

If you have other ideas for requests, feel free to send me an ask or a message! 😊 You can check my pinned post to see when my requests are open.

Being friends with someone as famous as Bruce Wayne brought its issues. A horde of paparazzi usually followed the two of you whenever you went out together. A few days later, you’d see your picture plastered across the Gotham Gazette and people would speculate if you were his new lover or something like that.

It was truly obnoxious and just extremely uncomfortable. They’d always dig for any information they could find, sometimes exposing things from your past that were truly nobody’s business.

This time however, the issue wasn’t paparazzi.

To be fair, you wished that were the case. You’d be a lot less scared of paparazzi since you were already familiar with their antics.

This time, you’d been kidnapped.

You’d met up with Bruce earlier, sitting on a bench in the park together, just talking.

You still remembered laughing at one of his stupid jokes when someone had pressed a hand over your mouth and nose from behind. Next thing you knew, you’d awoken in some old building, tied to a chair.

You struggled against your restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. The rope dug into your arms, and the more you moved and wiggled, the further the restraints tightened around your body. It only increased your desperation.

“Bruce,” you called, your voice cracking from not having used it in a while. The word scratched in your throat. You tried to clear it but that didn’t help.

“Bruce! Bruce!”

A spotlight lit up to your left. It illuminated the shadowy silhouette of a person you didn’t recognize.

Until they spoke.

“Poor Y/n, looking for our dear Bruce… But where is he? Bruce! Bruce, where are you?”

Fear prickled down your spine. There was only one person who sounded like that.

Another spotlight turned on. The personification of your darkest nightmares was wearing a purple suit, grinning at you with so much cruelty in his smile that it made you sick.

Jeremiah Valeska.

For some reason, the lyrics to You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch flashed through your mind. It would’ve made you laugh if the situation had been different. Nevertheless, the lyrics suited Jeremiah.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You got termites in your smile. You have all the sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.

A screen lit up to your right, across from the small stage Jeremiah was apparently standing on. The light blinded you and you couldn’t see anything. You squeezed your eyes shut, blinking against the bright sensation.

Slowly, very slowly, the picture became clearer.

Your stomach sank.

Bruce.

He was also tied to a chair, just like you, and his head had dropped forward onto his chest. He hadn’t woken up yet.

Jeremiah didn’t like that. You could see it in the way his smile dropped, how angrily he stared at the screen. As time ticked by and Bruce still didn’t move, Jeremiah’s sickly white face slowly contorted into a grotesque expression of rage.

“Bruce!” he screamed. His loud voice, amplified by the microphone, rang in your ears.

You wanted to cover them with your hands to block out the noise but due to the ropes tying you down that was impossible. You grimaced.

Bruce blinked, slowly waking up from whatever you’d been given to sedate you. His movements were sluggish, like time was moving slower for him. As if he was stuck in a movie scene.

Bruce’s head shot up and he looked straight into the camera. You didn’t know what he was seeing. He narrowed his eyes, anger overtaking his usually soft features.

“Where’s Y/n! What is this??”

Your eyes wandered to Jeremiah, who grinned his evil smirk with a dash of madness. Your stomach twisted.

You got termites in your smile…

“Oh Bruce, don’t worry. Your dear Y/n is right here, she’s unharmed.”

Jeremiah paused dramatically before adding, “For now.”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Recognition flashed over his handsome face, only to be replaced by a fury that made you want to hide.

You’d never seen Bruce like this before.

“Jeremiah, if you hurt her I swear you’ll regret it!”

Your mouth opened on its own, the desire to calm him down too strong to fight it. You just wanted to see the rage disappear from Bruce’s eyes. You couldn’t bear to see him like that.

“Bruce, I’m okay, don’t worry! I–“

You were staring down the barrel of a gun before you could even finish your sentence.

Jeremiah shot you a twisted smile filled with far too much joy. He jumped down from the stage and walked over to your chair, never lowering the gun. His movements were those of a predator, like a tiger on the prowl.

“Shut up.”

Jeremiah turned back towards the screen, still pointing the gun at you. “I recommend you hurry up and find us, or else your dear Y/n might end up bleeding out on the floor.”

He paused, and you could almost see the manic grin break out on his face, even though the back of his head was turned to you. When he spoke again his voice was lower, closer to a whisper but without losing its threatening tone.

“You remember what I did to Selina, don’t you?”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Actual fear spread over his face as he started thrashing against the ropes, desperately trying to get free.

Jeremiah made a noise.

You frowned, unable to figure out what it was.

He turned back towards you, a twisted kind of joy on his face, and it clicked. Jeremiah was giggling. He found Bruce’s and your pain funny.

“You sick asshole!” you spat.

The joyful look disappeared from Jeremiah’s face. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pressed tightly together into a thin line. He cocked his head just barely but it was still enough to know you’d crossed a line.

Jeremiah turned his back towards the screen and came even closer, pressing the barrel of the gun to your forehead.

The cold material sent a prickling sensation of pure fear down your spine. You balled your hands into fists, biting your lip to not let out any noise that could set Jeremiah off even more.

Jeremiah leaned down, his face right in front of yours.

“You know… Last time I caught Bruce on a date with his girlfriend, I shot her in the stomach. She almost bled out on the floor...”

He giggled again, removing the gun from your forehead and pressing your chin upwards with it to make you look at his face.

“She survived.” Jeremiah paused, the signature wide grin breaking out on his face that you were so familiar with by now. “This time, I’ll make sure to do it right.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. You struggled against the ropes again, unable to get out of them.

Even if you’d been able to get free, what would you have done? Jeremiah had a gun. You’d be dead before you could take a single step.

A loud crashing noise made your head twist towards the screen that showed Bruce. He wasn’t sitting on his chair anymore. Instead, he was laying on the floor, on the broken pieces that seemed to be the remains of his wooden chair.

Bruce must have let himself fall backwards to break it…

Jeremiah whipped his head around towards the screen. He let out a growl. You weren’t sure if he was happy that something was finally happening, or if he was angry that Bruce had managed to escape.

You stared at the screen anxiously, scared that Bruce had hurt himself. But he got up, shaking off the rope before he stormed out of the camera’s view.

You took a deep breath of relief. Bruce was on his way.

He’d come and find you, and then you’d get out of here.

The relieved feeling disappeared instantly as you caught sight of Jeremiah’s wide grin. He smiled at you, casually playing with his gun. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that Bruce had gotten free – quite the opposite: he was happy about it.

Jeremiah wanted to fight Bruce, for whatever reason.

You felt the urge to throw up, but the only thing that would’ve come up was the ice-cream Bruce had bought for you before you’d sat down in the park together.

Tears burned in your eyes as you remembered how much fun you’d been having. Bruce always managed to make you happy, no matter how bad you might feel about life in that moment. Even if everything sucked, he was always there to cheer you up.

Sometimes, he’d take you out to the park just to sit with you in silence if that was what you wanted. Or you’d go to a restaurant and have a nice evening, just the two of you talking about a teacher who’d pissed you off or something random that Alfred had done.

You’d realized a while ago that you were in love with Bruce. Today in the park, you were planning to finally tell him, no matter how fast your heart would be beating or how scared you’d be.

None of that had happened. Here you were now, stuck in the claws of Jeremiah Valeska, who could do whatever he wanted to you while you were waiting for Bruce to come and rescue you.

You’d always hated a lot of action movies for putting the (usually female) characters into the position of a damsel in distress. It was ridiculous and, quite frankly, it really pissed you off.

You’d never expected to get stuck in a situation like that yourself.

Rage burned in the pit of your stomach. You internally cursed whatever deity you could think of for making this happen – if you believed in that stuff or not. It was the only thing you had left to do, being angry at life.

Otherwise you’d end up losing your mind.

Screams of pain erupted outside, the sounds of people fighting. You craned your neck trying to see what was happening but the screen shielded the doorway from your eyes.

Jeremiah took a step towards the screen, his hands playing with the gun between his gloved fingers. The way he moved once again reminded you of a tiger on the prowl, slow and dangerous. Your hands clenched around the armrests of your chair.

The noise outside stopped.

You stared at the edge of the screen, hoping that you would see just a little bit of what was happening. Hoping against all odds that Bruce would just step out from behind the screen, wrap you up in his arms and carry you out of here – no matter how silly that was.

Unfortunately, you also knew Jeremiah would never let that happen.

The aforementioned Mr. Grinch took a few steps towards the screen, the gun ready in his hand. He was moving slowly, carefully, ready to attack at the slightest hint of danger.

Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists, anxiously staring at Jeremiah’s back. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see anything except the dark purple fabric of his suit. You’d never look at that color the same way again.

Something shifted behind you, nothing more than a brush of air against your neck. A second later, someone was gripping the ropes around your wrists, pulling at them.

You gasped, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

A hand shot up, covering your mouth, while a low voice hissed into your ear.

“Shhhh!”

You stopped struggling immediately. Your eyes grew wide but you didn’t dare turn your head or look down, too scared that Jeremiah might notice your movement.

Bruce.

He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, then went back to untying the ropes as quickly as he could.

You tried to keep your breathing even as you looked ahead for Jeremiah. He had disappeared behind the screen, still searching for Bruce.

The ropes were almost loose when Bruce froze, prompting you to crane your head in a desperate attempt to see what was happening.

“Well, would you look at that – Brucie really tried to save his poor Y/n… Too bad it didn’t work.”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce into your line of vision, pressing the gun against his temple. He wrapped his free arm around Bruce’s neck, pulling him closer until he was standing behind him, holding Bruce in a headlock.

You shrieked in fear.

Jeremiah grinned at you. He shifted his weight, running the gun over Bruce’s cheek almost lovingly.

You wanted to throw up.

“Look, Y/n. He's trying so hard to be your hero… Isn't that cute?"

Bruce struggled against Jeremiah’s grip, trying to get free but failing.

You gritted your teeth. The sound of Jeremiah’s voice alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you want to hide and pray he wouldn't find you.

"Jeremiah, let her go! You want me, don't you? Well, you have me. Let her go!" Bruce's voice cracked with desperation.

Jeremiah just made a tsk sound, shaking his head. He tightened his grip around Bruce’s neck, slowly pointing the gun at you while he spoke.

The low rumble of his voice gave you goosebumps.

“Now, why would I do that? Why would I just hurt you when I can torture you… by hurting her?”

Jeremiah’s finger curled around the trigger.

You couldn’t look away. You stared at the gun, barely able to breathe while your heart hammered against your ribcage.

Any minute now, it would all be over…

Heavy footsteps steadily moved towards the door.

Jeremiah whipped his head in the direction of the sound. He frowned, his face contorting into a grimace.

A high pitched noise hit your ears and you cringed away from the sound.

“Jeremiah Valeska!”

Jim Gordon’s unmistakable voice echoed through the door, amplified by a megaphone.

“Stand down. Let the hostages go. You’re surrounded!”

Relief flooded through your body. The feeling was so intense that you grew light-headed.

You’d never been so happy to hear Jim’s voice.

Jeremiah looked back and forth between Bruce, the door and you. He growled angrily.

“This isn’t over, Brucie!”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce away from him with force, making him stumble. Then he ran away – right as GCPD officers stormed into the room.

Jim Gordon headed straight for you while the others scouted the area to make sure there were no other threats. He knelt before your chair, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey Y/n. Are you okay?”

A whimper escaped your lips when you tried to respond. Seeing Jim felt like a miracle. It was unreal.

Jim cut the ropes and carefully helped you stand up. He gripped your arms when you lost your balance, wrapping one arm around your waist to keep you steady.

Everything you’d been through crashed down on you as you felt the warmth of Jim’s body next to yours. The kidnapping, the fear.

“Bruce…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Where was Bruce? Was he okay?

Did Jeremiah hurt him, did he–

You were trembling.

Bruce appeared in front of you, pulling you into his arms. He was breathing heavily and his hair was a mess, his clothes ripped.

But he was alive.

You threw your arms around him, clinging to him for dear life. Tears stung in your eyes as the realization slowly set in – you were safe. Everything was alright.

Bruce returned the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His shaky breath hit your skin as he held you with just as much desperation. His shoulders slowly fell and he relaxed into the embrace, his breathing slowing down until he was just holding you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You buried your face in his shirt, trying your best to breathe slowly. Trying to remind yourself that it was over – Jeremiah was gone. He couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“It’s okay,” Bruce mumbled, “you’re safe.”

He slowly lifted his head, shifting his weight so he could raise a hand to your face. His fingers stroked over the skin of your cheek.

A shiver went down your spine.

You slowly looked up at Bruce. Your heart stumbled in your chest. He was staring at you with what you could only describe as awe and adoration, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

Now that you were looking at Bruce, you couldn’t stop. You took in every tiny feature of his beautiful face – the dark eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, the tiny scar next to his nose where you’d once hit him with a pan by accident when you’d tried cooking something for Alfred…

Eventually, your gaze settled on Bruce’s lips and remained there. The desire to kiss him hit you in the gut with an intensity you’d never felt before.

“Y/n?”

Bruce looked at you with a light frown on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes trailed over your face with a hint of worry.

“Are you okay?”

You managed a nod, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip. Before all of this insanity happened, you’d wanted to confess to him. Were you still brave enough to do it now?

Bruce must have mistaken your worries for fear. He lifted his other hand, cupping your face in his palms while he looked at you with soft but serious eyes. His brows furrowed together.

“You’re safe now. Jeremiah can’t get to you, don’t worry. I won’t ever let him touch you again, I swear.”

You smiled shakily, trying to suppress the shiver running up your spine. He just sounded so serious and protective… like he really meant it.

Bruce caressed your cheeks, his thumbs softly running over your skin. He just looked at you, the frown on his face disappearing and making space for what you could only describe as adoration.

The pure softness and – dare you say – love shining out of his warm brown eyes was overwhelming.

Bruce took a deep breath. His eyes wandered over your face, flickering to your lips for a second before he practically ripped his gaze away. He gulped, slowly opening his mouth.

“Y/n, I– There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while. I– I know this is a lot, especially after today but–“

You were listening with growing disbelief. Your heart hammered against your ribcage. Was he really saying what you thought he did?

Bruce lowered his head as if he was scared to look at you. “I love you.”

You couldn’t describe the chaotic emotions that battled in your chest. The confession rendered you speechless. You had to just stand in silence and breathe for a while.

“Really?” you finally managed to ask.

Bruce chuckled under his breath.

“Yes, really. I’ve been in love with you for years. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay–“

You cut him off, tugging him towards you by his sweater and pressing your lips to his.

Bruce froze.

He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around you as he returned the kiss with a passion that took your breath away.

You heard Jim’s voice somewhere in the background but it was muffled, as if it were coming from far away.

One of your hands grabbed hold of Bruce’s black sweater, pulling him even closer to you. He tightened his arm around you in return, cupping the back of your head with his other hand.

Butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach.

Bruce slowly broke the kiss. He didn’t pull away from you completely, just lingered, his lips inches from yours. Your shaky breaths mingled.

You just stared at him for a moment, still caught up in the feeling of Bruce’s lips on yours.

Jim loudly cleared his throat.

“This is so cute and I’m glad you’re finally together – but you should really go home. You need to process what happened.”

You forced yourself to look away from Bruce and nodded.

“Thank you.” you said softly, hoping it could express not only how grateful you were that Jim had come to rescue you, but also that he cared about you enough to want you to be safe.

Jim gave you a small smile before he walked back over to the GCPD officers to check in with them.

You reached for Bruce’s hand, smiling to yourself when he locked his fingers with yours.

“Do you need to call Alfred?”

Bruce nodded. He borrowed a phone from one of the officers and dialed Alfred’s number. He had to sit through a long lecture about safety and how he had endangered you as well, before Alfred finally hung up.

You grinned in amusement when Bruce gave back the phone and looked at you with exaggerated annoyance.

His face quickly softened as he lifted his free hand, swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said in a low voice, “I love you and I will protect you, whatever happens.”

You leaned into his touch, smiling softly while you looked at Bruce.

“I love you too.”

Finally being able to say it out loud felt almost unreal.

A bright grin spread over Bruce’s face in response. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you softly.

You buried your hands in his hair, closing your eyes as everything around you faded away. The only thing that mattered was Bruce.

If being with him felt like this, you couldn’t wait for what the future would bring.

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bookshelfdreams · 2 years

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turquoise is such an interesting colour choice for stede tho

the colour of a cloudless sky, wide empty oceans, gemstones and feathers and bug wings. it's blue with just enough green in it to set it apart from the colours of uniforms, ink, royalty. inappropriate for a man of stede's standing, who should not dream of the sea at all or if he does, only to aspire to a career in the navy, and even this is barely acceptable.

but no, he chooses this: bright and shining, eye-catching and yes, a little obnoxious, a little controversial. a colour that invites disdain and mockery, that is loud and unapologetic: this is me, deal with it.

everyone hates me anyway might as well do what I want.

and there's the problem with that colour because while it is something that stede chooses for himself, makes his colour, it's not something he seems to feel - happy in. of course that's because he barely feels happy at all. it is him aggressively being himself, being strange and off-putting on purpose. it's the only way he knows how to be confident.

and yet, it is also a colour he wears to comfort himself. it's aspirational, a symbol of what he wants to be, a reminder that this life he feels so trapped in isn't all there is. before he runs away to sea he wears different hues of it when he feels isolated, misunderstood, a spectator in his own life: the teal cravat at his wedding, the petrol suit when he stands for the family portrait, and again, when Mary asks him to play with his children. muted and darker, but still the same greenish-blue, the same aggressive colour that wants, demands people to have an opinion on it.

but he can't be like this all the time, it's exhausting; he wants people to like him. he's desperate for a connection, to be seen and wanted, and that's why there's another prominent colour palette in his wardrobeone that is the polar opposite of his ocean colours: the soft yellows, oranges, beiges. earth tones that he wears when he wants to make himself palatable, when he wants people to look at him and see someone they might like. when he gives mary the anniversary gift (here is a piece of me, i am reaching out the only way i know how), when he wants to put on the fuckery, when he buys the treasure map (i can make myself into someone you could like, please don't go away), the beach day with calico jack (please, please i promise i can be normal, please).

where the blue is bright and loud, these make him blend in; where blue is controversial, these are unobtrusive and pleasant. this, too, is a defense mechanism, a way for him to hide himself, and stede widely fluctuates between the two extremes. thinking his true self is something disgusting to be hidden, versus aggressive displays of his own weirdness because pushing people away is better than to be rejected; at least this way he has some agency.

he leaves his earth tones at the beach with calico jack, when he realizes that abusers loom everywhere and he will never make himself palatable to those determined to hate him. and he kills himself and buries his old life in a teal suit: to live his life authentically, he has to stop performing his own weirdness. he has to realize that he deserves to be loved and embraced, not just reluctantly put up with; he has to start wholeheartedly loving and embracing himself to do that.

so what does that leave him with?

there's been a lot of ink spilled over ed and stede being red- and blue-coded respectively, and how stede's blue seeps into ed's red to give him purple. the same thing happens to stede too. only once do we see him wear something completely different, and it's when we see a montage of little moments of ed and stede connecting with each other. when stede opens himself up and forgets to put on a performance. ed's red seeps into the blue, replaces the green and he's wearing

lavender.

stede allows himself to be seen, forgets to be self-conscious for a moment, and it's signified by a colour heavily associated with queerness (and yes, he wears the lavender breeches in the "stab me!" scene too. it's really not subtle).

I hope this becomes his colour in s2.

further reading:

this piece by @rewritethestars on the significance of lavender

this two-parter by @chocolatepot on stede's wardrobe in the context of historical gender norms

(ids in alt text)

#i have seen people link the turquoise suit to toxic masculinity and like. you do you. but NO #yeah anyway this is my fave stede outfit :)#our flag means death #thoughts #stede bonnet

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withlovefromolympus · 2 years

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Please describe the preferred makeup looks of each goddess obviously including my baby Apollo.

Oooo okay!!!

Hera: her makeup can be kind of heavy, but it doesn’t look bad at all! She likes winged eyeliner and blue and purple and green eyeshadow. She loves blush. When she doesn’t wear makeup, people literally trip over their feet gawking at how gorgeous she is. That makes her a little uncomfy :( because she can actually be very shy, but for the most part she wears makeup often.

Demeter: wears close to no makeup. She likes vegan / cruelty free makeup, of course. She wears neutral colors/“no-makeup” makeup looks. Mostly wears makeup to cover blemishes, but every now and then she’ll wear something noticeable like glitter eyeshadow and takes everyone by surprise.

Hestia: only wears makeup when an event like a gala comes up. She loves false eyelashes because she thinks they’re fun, and never wears the same lipstick color twice because “there are so many possibilities out there!” for choices :)

Persephone: she’s more of a jewelry gal than a makeup one, especially since she has some of the best stuff with her husband being where all the jewels are found, but her looks are pretty bold. Bold eyeliner and contour and everything. It suits her so well, actually, and it’s a reminder to all that she’s very much a queen.

Athena: minimal makeup, but it’s noticeable. As an arts and crafts goddess, she likes to play with different color schemes and see what’ll look best on her. Everything about her makeup looks crisp and sharp without being obnoxiously on-point. She likes to put eyeshadow on her outer lids and then the same color on her inner waterline. She likes mascara a lot, but don’t tease her about it.

Artemis: does not wear makeup

Aphrodite: her makeup style changes daily. she usually does her eyebrows so they look really full, but lately she hasn’t been touching them. They look nice as just their natural feathered appearance. She likes light pink blush and matte lipstick. While she loves a good smokey eye, she’s not afraid to go colorful and bright with her eyeshadow. She usually doesn’t do eyeliner. She can do her makeup in four minutes, and if she’s bored, she’ll try to find someone to do their makeup.

Amphitrite and Ariadne: share the same taste. Amphi likes blue-themed makeup while Ari likes gold. Go figure. They like clear glitter eyeshadow and highlighter can always be found in their purses. They use eyeshadow for their eyeliner, and are pros at over-lining their lips without it looking weird.

Apollo: straight up shimmer everywhere. If it makes him looks sparkly and dazzling, he’s wearing it. A subtle yellow eye pencil and moisturizing lip oil are must-haves in his book. he’ll take glittery gold eyeshadow and use it as highlighter for his collarbone because damn does it look good and he knows it.

#greek mythology #greek gods #asks #i hope this was alright!#hera #hestia #Demeter #Athena #Artemis #Apollo #Aphrodite #Persephone #Ariadne #amphitrite #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #headcanons

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 1 year

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Alright hereʻs part 3: the last three suits Peter makes/wears, which all happen to be black lol — only the first one is black because his aunt died, the rest are just cause... they ended up that way. but until that black and red one he still uses the other unstable molecule suits like stealth, sometimes he'll do the red and blue for certain things (trying not to scare small children, for example)

(pt. 1: handmade suits (aka high school and college): link)

(pt. 2: FF suits: link)

UPDATE (jan 2024): ripping the widow suit from Peter and modifying it for Kaine. more than likely Peter will be in the black and white suit in the middle there when he dies.

closeups/details under the cut:

alright so just to get this out of the way the first black suit is cause Peter's aunt dies in 2023 due to failing health (technically kaine's fault but because of something that happened 11 years earlier, but, you know, it's fine,) and Peter's sad about it

this isn't based on any comics suits but it is actually... one of my existing designs that I've used before (though a slightly modified version) for an AU where... Peter... is a murderer lol BUT THAT'S NOT APPLICABLE HERE.

in this AU it's just black cause his aunt died. He doesn't wear it very long. It just felt, to him, like wearing head to toe bright red and blue was obnoxious and the FF suits just reminded him of Johnny dying (though johnny came back a while ago but still, bad memories dug up) so he made himself a black suit. A bit of texture, a bit of black gloss on black matte, dorky mirrored lenses since you gotta sneak the red and blue in somewhere—

the shoes aren't much to write home about.

as you can see by the note, neither of peter's 2020s black suits have stealth capabilities. If he needs that he just shifts into the FF suit or whatever. he really doesn't need it most of the time anyway, black is plenty stealthy.

this is obviously loosely based on The Black Costume™. but this one isn't a symbiote, it's just black and white. Some of the design cues were taken from his initial black suit

(this one)

as well as from mid-2000s comics, in terms of eye shape, but obviously, though there are actually similarities between the symbiote and the unstable molecules (basically one's alive and one isn't, on the flip side one is weak to fire and the other is fireproof), the unstable molecule black suit peter adds to his rotation is a little more physical looking (well, the lenses are at least) as well as a little bit glossier but not as latex-shiny as the inverted FF suit.

the end result ended up extremely Space Knight-y which wasn't on purpose but I'm fine with that esp since there is no Space Knight Venom in this timeline lol so Peter using an unstable molecule suit with a similar aesthetic is not that weird. (anyway, SK kinda looks like a buffer version of the inverted FF already)

But anyway this is basically what he switches to a year after his aunt died. he still doesn't really feel right in the blue and red, and he acknowledges the black suits are kinda... 👀😳 sexy (felicia and flash, and everyone else i'm sure, told him as much) so he sticks to black for a bit, though again he still has the other suits and sometimes wears them if he needs to be more... fun i guess. or more stealthy, though for him wearing black is typically enough to be sneaky.

it's got pretty slim and simple soles not unlike the FF suit's, though not exactly the same.

and then...

well.

—this has been changed and Peter won't be having this costume after all, though I do like it a lot. (I'm co-opting it to give to Kaine in a slightly modified way instead) but i'm including the close-ups etc.

kinda going for a translucent and yet opaque effect on the lenses, like a cabochon of red glass that blocks all the light... benefits of unstable molecules: can do literally w/e the hell i want to the lenses and it's feasible for him to still see out of them lmao

Obviously this is loosely based on/inspired by the black and red suit from SM/DP and/or the suit Felicia gives Peter in the Insomniac game, but... it's not exactly the same obviously, and the logo is completely different. Color scheme is the same, it does have stealth capabilities which are permanently enabled (and can't be turned off, unlike the FF suit), and he basically only wears this from now on partially as a form of aposematism (a warning of his danger) and partially because he's a brooding edgelord (i mean, kaine had to get it from somewhere 😂) (and yet also still extremely sappy w/ flash at home... the duality of man, is that the more dangerous and powerful he becomes as spider-man, the gentler he is as peter, because he's terrified of what he could do to his wife, to a friend, to a bystander, in a moment of carelessness. He used to want kids. (Flash said no.) He doesn't want kids anymore.)

snuck in the little hourglass on the shoes, since i don't like the glove look and i wanted to keep it minimal though obviously the theming is black widow-y... not natasha though lol

edit: changed the soles, didn't like the lugged outsoles, made it smooth instead for a sleek aesthetic, and like it better now.

anyway hourglass also has a double meaning beside the fact that it's a signifier of his deadliness, which is that his time is running out—he'll be killed around 5 years after making this suit 😅💀 just before his 50th birthday... another thing i'm still working out details on but i think he'll die wearing this. feels thematically right lol

has claws, naturally (kaine: dude that's my thing). peter's only clawed suit, actually. and a little shoutout to the red hourglass on the palms of the suit that inspired this one.

compare this black and red suit to the version in Spider-Man/Deadpool and the videogames Dark Suit (though obviously there's no DP or anything like that in my AU, and Felicia didn't make it for him either; if anything this will be related to grim hunt in some way):

might be worth still allowing Peter to have this costume but changing the spider logo to match the comics and video game and then, idk about the soles. i don't love the ones i did for the drawing and those are going to kaine anyway so probably something different for that.

also peter loses some teeth in the process of the whole "killing someone" ordeal lmao (if that happens, idk)

so he has partial dentures in the last 5 years of his 40s/life lol

#nadiart #fanadiart #peter parker #spiderman #arghdesign #spider-man #shiny art #yes they are still married during all of this #yes even after peter tells flash he killed someone #peterflash timeline au #came in through the window last night

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zoroara · 1 year

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For fun, I decided to make a bunch of Gijinkas for box weapons. I focused on the Vongola Guardian’s weapons here but I did design the Varia’s and some of the Millefiore(mostly the fake wreaths for obvious reasons) too as well as some extras. I’ll put a link to them in this post when I eventually get to them! But these were so fun to do! Vongola || Varia || Millefiore || Misc.

Below the cut is an explanation of my process when designing them.

So first off as you may notice with all of them, I didn’t really want to have actual animal parts to them. It tends to feel like cheating at least to me, and I wanted the challenge of figuring out alternate ways of having ears and tails. Additionally of the few gijinkas I had seen of box animals they did seem like they were just. The user but slightly different. I obviously didn’t want to go down that route. I mostly wanted to keep their colours shared with the box weapon though in some I had to add in some just for balance. Now let’s get into the specifics!

Natsu Natsu our nervous little guy, I immediately had ideas for. I had to do a hoodie to get that sort of mane, and so he had something to hide if when he gets nervous. I felt Tsuna’s box weapon would probably dress more casually than others even if Natsu is in fact a lion. The hardest part I had with him was the colours, as he’s very brightly coloured so figuring out how to balance that without it being too obnoxious was a challenge. Funny enough the Blue is actually from his helmet, it was actually the black I needed to add for a filler colour.

Uri Uri was a fun one, she felt like she should have more of an edgy design, mostly probably because of his more aggressive personality... and probably because of Gokudera tbh. I thought the best way to incorporate the cat ears was probably the bandana. The chain tail however is my favourite part of this design. It was very hard for me to decide what his colours should be for the exact same reason as Natsu. She has way too many bright colours and in the end I had to break my rule again and add blue for him.

Jiro This one, now Jiro and Kojiro I kind of wanted to be twins in face and have opposite hair to each other. Jiro I had decided would be the more playful of the two, probably due to. Y’know dog and being the younger Yamamoto’s in the first place. Jiro was actually very easy to design, for the probably obvious reason of the dog was already wearing things. So it was easy to figure out where the colours should go. Though, I do like the bow I made for his curly tail either way.

Kojiro As stated above I wanted Kojiro to be the more serious of the twins(though still just as kind). Mainly because he was the TYL Yamamoto’s first, who was shown to be more serious though still goofy at times. Kojiro being well a swallow meant I needed to figure out how to incorporate his wings and signature split tail into the design, ending up as a bit of a fancier boy than expected with a cape and a tailed suit. Of course I had to make those weird ear things headphones, it just felt right. By the way, getting the colours for this bird was incredibly hard, it’s never not covered in rain flame so I had to eyeball it.

Roll Roll was fun, mostly because thanks to them being a hedgehog that means I get to put a lot of spikes. They genuinely hurt my hand by the end, but anything for this baby I guess. The purples from the belt are actually from their more armored form as I wanted to pull something more reminiscent there without incorporating weird padding into the design. Overall I may have a slight bias on this one due to personal tastes of wanting that jacket.

Mukurowl Now, you probably have questions. Questions such as ‘Why is Mukurowl, the one that you could have definitely just made Mukuro, not Mukuro?” Well there is two answers. One is, I did not want to. The second is that the box weapon is literally a rain box weapon that was somehow possessed by Mukuro to become a mist box weapon and later upgraded to be a full mist box. I really wish I knew how that worked but that’s not something we can answer here. Of course, I felt with him being possessed he would probably hide the eye a bit more than Mukuro does now which is why the long swipe of hair over his face, and just a little bit of a touch of Mukuro hints otherwise with the long ponytail that the TYL has. Otherwise I just went with the vibes that he would be a fancy man with sleeves that are wings and a suit that drapes nicely into a tail. I was worried there was too much white as I was colouring but I think it looks good now.

Gyuudon Oh Gyuudon was a hard one, for many reasons. 1. He’s a bull, just a straight up Bull with armour. 2. He is an almost completely black bull, this did not leave a lot of colour options. So there was a bit of a struggle, Eventually I decided I wanted him to look like he was ready for combat, but not exactly an aggressive force despite that. Large and intimidating of course but someone who’s more defensive. So there was some armour and a bullet proof vest like elements incorporated for that. I didn’t wanna go fully armoured because at a certain point he may look more like a storm trooper or a knight which while neat felt overkill in comparison to the rest. Also a friend offered that maybe he should have a nose ring and honestly I can’t say no to a neat piercing.

Gyaruu Now Gyaruu in comparison, oh did I immediately have ideas for her. It helped she already had some things to add to the design but otherwise there was a lot of freedom. Of course I needed to have a more sporty design due to the boxing gloves that came with and not just because of Ryohei. The tied jacket becoming her tail and the bandages on her head being her ears were fun little things for me to figure out what I could use without treading over what the other designs already had.

#Khr #box weapon #box animals #Natsu #Uri #Roll #Gyaruu #Kojiro #Jiro #Gyuudon #Mukurowl #my art #fanart

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idv-news-boi · 1 year

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Pssst Pins! How did you come up with the idea for Laurence? Was there any goofy previous designs for him?

// How Laurence was Made //

// Aaaahhhh well, it all started with a newspaper of 1920’s that I accidentally bumped into from an American newspaper record book at my U.S. History classroom- (what a coincidence,,,) I liked the vibes and how it somehow brings such an old-fashioned aesthetic,,, plus the vibes from the Roaring Twenties,,, so I included it and mix it with my Dyanthus’ futuristic style… Creating the aesthetic what I come up to be for the silly News Reporter I eventually came up.

// Laurence was originally going to be a newspaper boy with a very humble position,,, but after seeing those many reporters on Tv traveling a lot, even making reports in the middle of a dangerous event or even bloopers occurring at such bizarre scenes,,,, and then there’s Charlie Chaplin behavior/ih. I seem to find the idea of a Dyanthus News Reporter who travels around Dyanthus and even worldwide very appealing! Along with adding a News Department Crew in the world, not just the duo!

// Laurence’s name was definitely based on the capitalized letter abbreviations of LG (a Tv brand). It’s supposed to stand for “Life is Good”, but I humanized the name by making it more common name. “Laurence” is from English-French origin meaning “man from Laurentum” or “bright one, shining one”. Meanwhile, “Godfrey” is from Germanic words meaning “god” and “peace”. (Fun fact// Godfrey is Laurence’s bio father last name, Carmine is the bio mother last name which means “song” of Latin Origin)

// Laurence in Dyanthus,,,, is mostly known as “Lawrence Godfrey Carmine Dyanthus”, include the clan name Dyanthus after his complete name showing that he’s a resident there. His codename is “Journo”, you might expect some sneaky letters and messages that include this name~ ^^

// His color-scheme, I always thought of him to be ravenette with cold blue eyes, but that’s when he was human. In Dyanthus, I decided to make him almost blue that I accidentally make him resemble as Tw1tter’s color scheme,,,, Blue hair, one yellow eye, and one baby blue eye covered by a futuristic visor monocle.

// In his old design he used to have a funny big top hat… I accidentally made him too Mad Hatter British though, it was intended to almost resemble Uncle Sam’s hat,,, showing a bit of Capitalism influence on him/ih

// Hair and eye color, even clothing-accessories style would change depending what world is. In idv, I got a bit inspired by Aph America’s color scheme and the “too much energy” personality it has— but Lau’s glasses are actually purple and the hair has a curved hair strand and the hair structure is,,, yeah much more different than Alfred’s. And Laurence is a bit more patient and less obnoxious like eating food while talking for example,,, hehe/ih

// Once again, I accidentally kinda made him wear an English style suit when I intended to make him look like an American radio host from the 20s— yet I still love this design so I’m still going to keep it that way.

// Picture below is the newest appearance of Laurence in his Dyanthus outfit. I replaced the hat yet barely changed much on the suit and the color scheme. Unlike idv Lau, this one is much more… serious, and a bit different. Still a golden retriever in certain occasions/ih

#idv oc #identity v oc #identity v #idv oc ask blog #idv ocs #idv askblog #idv #// ask #// lore #news reporter // laurence godfrey

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dearestones · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Floyd Leech

Warnings: Fluff.

@crayonaird Request: Hiya! Could I request a romantic matchup for Twisted Wonderland?

I go by Ophelia, use she/her pronouns.

I'm 5'4, particularly curvy, and I've got shoulder-length pinkish hair that desperately needs redyed.

I'm a big fan of doing anything crafty or creative whether it's drawing, writing, sewing, crochet, etc. I'm also a fan of alternative fashion and have a very goofy and distinct style!

Personality-wise, I'd describe myself as Laid-back, loyal (to a fault), adventurous, deadpan (especially with humor), with no problem being bold if I feel comfortable. I can also be viciously stubborn, anxious, and I'm perpetually late (super efficient once I get there though!). I'm the kind of person who can fall asleep anywhere if I'm comfy! I've had many naps curled up in a corner on campus lol.

Thank you so much! I've been really enjoying your writing!

After going through the information given, I believe that you best pair well with Floyd Leech!

You’re so short! And squishy! And your hair makes you look like a shrimp! Floyd was already going to call you a shrimp because there’s an inherent shrimpiness to you, but it seems like fate made it all the more possible! Can he pick you up in his arms and swing you around? Can he squeeze you? Oohhh! Can he help you re-dye your hair? (Maybe not too red, or else you’ll end up looking like a certain Goldfishie, hehehe).

After his initial observations of you (and threats to squeeze you as hard as possible because why not?) Floyd quickly loses interest. You’re a shrimp, so what? It’s not like he needs you hanging around him all the time and he doesn’t want to seek you out unless Azul or Jade ask him to. You’re just a shrimp and he has bigger fish to fry (hehehe). However, there is one thing that brings his eyes to you time and time again without fail.

It’s your fashion sense.

Under the sea, there isn’t a lot that you can do fashion-wise. Sure, there are merfolk who are wealthier than others and choose to adorn their fins and tails with jewelry, but actual clothing? Fabric gets caught in coral or rocks, it drags behind you in the current, and it’s not like fabric will last long in the briny depths. When Floyd breached the surface and saw humans for the first time, he was always so fascinated with how land walkers would express their personalities through what they wore! That was so cool and fascinating! Floyd wanted to do that too!

When he realizes that your sense of style isn’t just a one time thing, but something that you actively chose to wear because it suits your personality, Floyd is instantly hooked. You look so cool and interesting! Can you give Floyd some fashion tips? He could go into Pomefiore and ask around, but there’s that weird guy there with the hat thing and he’s kinda… He’s kinda weird and you’re not that weird so you’re gonna help him. Or else.

Just kidding! But please, help Floyd. If it helps, he has lots of fun and flashy clothing and is drawn to bright colors and obnoxious patterns (basically, anything that can give Azul a heart attack).

Whenever Floyd doesn’t want to go to class, he likes walking around campus and finding good places to hide or nap. If he ever sees you hanging out by yourself or napping, he’ll gladly join you! Prepare to be smooshed next to a gigantic eel merfolk because Floyd does not know the concept of personal space. If you ever feel uncomfortable, tell Floyd and he’ll back off. Eventually. It’ll take a few tries, but he’s a good boy at heart and really, he’s just in it to startle you and not to make you feel too threatened.

When Floyd truly gets to know you and appreciates you for who you are, he’ll start calling you by your actual name. Not a nickname, not a pet name. Your true name. There’s a vulnerability and respect heavy in his voice when he calls you by your actual name. It’s like admitting to himself and to the rest of the world that you are worthy of his time and that you gained both his respect and the privilege to be granted your humanity.

Don’t get too sappy or look heavily into it, okay? Poetry is more of Jade’s thing if he’s gonna be honest.

Please go on adventures with Floyd. He’s partial to parkour, but he’s up for anything that you might be into.

Floyd is also loyal and laid back—but there are times when he can be very intense. For some odd reason, the both of you balance each other out! Is that a cause for concern for others? Absolutely!

However, once Floyd realizes that he likes you—I mean, really likes you to the point where his heart starts pumping faster and his face feels oddly flushed—he freezes and doesn’t know what to do. He will never admit it, but as a moray eel, he can be cowardly. While he may appear to be a menace with no boundaries or self-preservation, he does know what his limits are. When he learns just how bold you are around him, he becomes almost threatened by you. He can barely say what he really wants to say, choosing only to convey his emotions through actions, and you’re just being your true self without any inhibitions? If only he were like you!

Luckily for him, if you’re truly that bold, you can ask him out first. He’ll pout and tell you that it should have been his job, but on the inside, he’s grateful.

It’s okay if you’re anxious! Floyd can relate to that sometimes. If you’re ever feeling like the world is getting too much, Floyd immediately takes notice. As much as other people would rather not admit it, Floyd can be quite perceptive at times. Because of this, he’ll be quick to give you a hug or whatever you need to help calm down. Sometimes, if you’re being quiet, but willing to have Floyd in your company, he will make you laugh and smile when he says the most outlandish of things. “Why do you land walkers use dinglehoppers to eat food? That doesn’t make sense!”

(When he figures that you’re finally feeling okay, he’ll take that as his cue to draw you up into a tight hug before launching you into the air so that you could land in his arms. It doesn’t matter if you complain, he will show his affection to his little Shrimpy!)

I hope you realize this, but being with Floyd is like going on a roller coaster ride. There are ups and downs, lulls and pauses in between, and drops that knock the breath out of you. Sometimes, the both of you will fight and other times you’ll make up, but at the end of the day, you can’t deny that the time you spent together was interesting and memorable.

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esotericad · 2 years

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Xanthos wears a lot of lighter colored shirts, probably pastels (especially pink) to go with his eyes and generally ‘bright’ aesthetic. He looks obnoxious and it suits him well. The obnoxious, loud pretty boy aesthetic and his ‘All attention is good attention’ energy is 100% who he just is as a person.

Sure he’s depressed, but his depression is fairly well managed and he’s alive and kicking so he’s like “It’s whatever.” Xanthos enjoys his job, he’s paid to be annoying. His streams are always flooded with views, his BDs are top of the market, and he loves that. He wants more of that, he craves the attention.

Now off stream he tends to dress in hoodies, hide his face a bit and generally just tries to buy his garbage kibble without being noticed. He’s quieter, his voice is almost always hoarse with some synthetic strain behind it. However, this is mostly because actual him would cause problems for existing like a normal person. His closest friends know him as someone who’s fairly down to earth, Xanthos just enjoys riding the high of adrenaline injections and chaotic fights.

His face has probably been fixed over a dozen times. He’s done so many street drugs at least once for the hell of it. His knuckles are scarred from busting them so many times. He fucks and sleeps around constantly, he has a wide rotation of joytoys he knows of any presentation (he doesn’t have a preference).

I love him so much.

#YADAYADAYADA ;; ooc.#;{ hes inflicting me with his brainrot }#;{ i make a character; they refuse to let me write for other blogs }

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isadoracunningham · 10 months

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Neo

Music and laughter booms through the bar of unfamiliar smiling faces. Everywhere I turn, there are people crowded around me. I lift a hand to my head as anxiety courses through my veins. I scan the room for the nearest exit and bolt; my legs are like jello as the overwhelming feeling continues to fill my body.

Unsure of where to go, I look around and see a small beach ahead. I skip down the stairs and don't stop running until my feet hit the edge of the water, and abruptly drop to my knees. The crisp, cool, damp air fills my lungs as I try to catch my breath.

My pulse slows, and my gaze wanders to the moonlight dancing off the waves. Almost immediately my anxiety is released. My body relaxes and I sit back onto the wet sand. Maybe moving to a small oceanside town wasn't a bad idea after all.

Not knowing anyone besides my lifelong best friend Trix is definitely shit. But finally seeing the moon wildly dance over the ocean like this urges me to make this town a home. My home.

I let out a long sigh and finally pull myself off the ground. I dust the sand from my knees and my ass and trudge forward back to the bar. After having a mental war with myself about whether to stay and have a good time or go home and unpack and spend my night alone, I finally decide to suck it up and stay.

Before I make it up the stairs, I stop and straighten the red tube top that Trix insisted on having me wear tonight. A band tee would have been just fine, but she made such a fuss about "putting effort into my first night in town" that I just agreed to get her to shut up.

I pull my long, messy mane of curls over my left shoulder and tuck a straggling curl behind my ear. I look down and see that I still have sand all over my new skinny jeans and do my best to brush it all off.

Semi pleased with my appearance I walk up the steps and in the bar where the music seems to be ten times louder than it was five minutes ago. Quickly, I scan through the place to find my best friend's blonde hair and see her parked against a wall. As I get closer I see that she's preoccupied with a guy that has too much pomade in his hair and a beard that doesn't suit him.

I roll my eyes and decide that my first night out has definitely come to end. She definitely forgot her dramatic promise not to leave my side tonight. Whatever, I'm still tired from the long drive and have a lot of unpacking to do.

I walk over to where Trix is—now rubbing her hand on the guy's arm. "Hey, I think I'm gonna go. It's getting late and I need to start unpacking my apartment." I say, loudly over the music once I've finally gotten her attention.

"No! Neo, we just got here and you haven't even met anyone. You're not leaving." She says, placing her hands on my shoulders. Her short blonde hair sways against her face, along with her big ass obnoxious hoop earrings. Her bottom glossy lip juts out and she makes her blue eyes form into a puppy dog look. She's annoying me already and I haven't even been around her for six hours.

"Fine! I'll stay for one hour and then I'm gone. If I'm going to be working here, I don't want to get burnt out on the place." I roll my eyes, and she basically shrieks when I agree. Trix hooks her arm around my neck and we walk over to the bar, leaving Greasy Hair by himself. I can't help but laugh at how ballsy she's become in the few months since she left home.

About four months ago, she was this shy little timid thing that would have never stepped foot into a bar. Let alone easily flirt with a stranger. She's now this fierce woman, who cut her long wavy blonde hair into a short pixie bob and wears six inch heels.

Once we reach the bar, she jumps up and leans on it waving over the bartender. He's short, with olive skin and has brown hair that's shaved into a mohawk. He comes over and flashes a bright toothy smile.

"What're you having, Trix?"

"I'll take a shot of vodka and she will have a shot of tequila." She says, pointing at me.

"No, Trixie. I have to drive home." I say, shaking my head.

"Neo, loosen up. It's one drink. What happened to you?" She instantly tenses as soon as the words fall from her mouth.

What happened to me? Well, for starters my father passed away six months ago. Not to mention my mother basically drank herself to death while she slowly watched her husband die, leaving me to clean up her mess every night. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant," she hands me the shot trying to change the subject. "It's just one shot, and then I'll have you meet some of my friends and then you can leave. Sound good?" She smiles a bright smile, and I can't help but take the shot from her.

Trix raises the glass to her lips and tilts her head back letting the shot run down her throat. A few seconds later, I follow suit. The familiar burn on my tongue makes me smile, and Trix gestures for another round. After the bartender pours her another shot, she introduces me to him. "Ryan, this is Kat. She's gonna be the new bartender next week. She just moved here today."

"I heard we were getting a new bartendress. How do you like it so far, Neo?" Ryan asks, raising the bottle of tequila to my glass.

"Ask me tomorrow." I mumble as I quickly move my hand over the shot glass.

"Sorry, Ry. She's not very friendly. Hasn't been that way since I met her in the sandbox." Trix says, slamming her shot glass on the bar, face down.

"Maybe I would have been a little nicer if you didn't try to steal my Barbie doll." I retort and Trix burst into laughter. After a few seconds of her laughing, a few people walk up to us and she practically screams. I assume these are the friends she was talking about, just making it harder to get out of here.

"Neo, this is Riley!" She points to a guy that has shaggy brown hair, a lip ring and maybe a little too much cologne. "Hey." He simply says and shoves a hand into the pocket of his tight black skinny jeans.

"This is Lola, she's been my drinking companion since I haven't had my number one trouble maker." A little bit of jealousy takes over, and then annoyance takes its place as I look over at this tall redhead with too much makeup and too short of a dress.

"And this is Miller!" A blonde boy with gorgeous blue eyes and a handsome smile waves at me. "Hi, Neo? Was it? I'm Miller." He extends his hand to me, and I reluctantly shake it. Miller is dressed in a slim fitting pair of blue jeans, a black and white flannel with an ACDC shirt underneath, and a pair of Converse. He's kind of cute.

"I thought Apollo was coming?" Trix asks.

"He's parking his car. You know how he is when it comes to that car. He doesn't want anyone to ding it." Riley says as he rolls his eyes.

Trix calls Ryan back over and everyone starts shouting out their drink orders. He pulls out two more shot glasses and pours the guys shots, then pulls out a glass and a silver mixer. He starts mixing what's-her-face a drink when everyone turns their attention behind me. "Ollo!" The redhead calls out.

Instinctively, I follow their gaze to find a man walking our way. His curly brown hair is perfectly pushed back, leaving one tiny curl hang loose, and the sides are buzzed. When he smiles, one dimple sinks into his right cheek. He's wearing a long sleeve shirt that clings to his broad chest, the sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, and dark jeans, followed by a pair of black boots. My heart starts to beat a little too fast once his hazel green eyes come into full view. I didn't realize how long I was actually staring until Trixie kicks my shin and snaps me back to reality.

#love story #lovers #love #booklr

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“theme park employees...one wears a stupid mascot suit and the other is crushing hard” dealer’s choice on who I just really like this idea <3

From this prompt list! (still accepting!)

Taako’s had a lot of shitty jobs. A roller-skating server, receptionist at a gym for the most obnoxious gym rats, teacher’s aide for a youth gymnastics class, and a mall elf over Candlenights have been some of his most beloathed gigs. But when Lup sang the praises of her current job and begged him to apply, he figured it couldn’t be that bad.

He really should stop begging the universe to prove him wrong.

The Adventure Zone is, strictly speaking, your average amusement park; it’s full of overpriced, under-seasoned food, sodas the size of your head, thundering rollercoasters that will ensure both of those items make a reappearance on the person next to you, and shitty souvenirs being sold by unenthused workers in uncomfortable polos and khakis. Truly the happiest place on earth.

All of that is shit Taako can and has handled before. But Taako’s bad luck can never let him be. It wasn’t until after he was hired and doing his paperwork that he got the slightest inkling the job could be more than he signed up for.

“Now, son, you’re not claustrophobic, are you?”

“Shoulda just lied and said I was claustrophobic,” Taako grumbles to himself as he pulls on the scratchy jumpsuit. He stands in front of the mirror in the staff room and frowns at his reflection. He swears that management had to get the most pathetic looking lion costume in all of existence. It’s simultaneously cartoony and bloated and a bit too realistic. The head is so much worse, though. He shoots it a murderous glare as it sits on a table and watches him with soulless, plastic eyes.

His standoff with his new identity is cut short by the hinges on the staff room door protesting loudly.

“Afternoon, Taako!” Davenport, his manager says brightly. Taako sends him a dead-eyed look before getting a glimpse of perhaps the most gorgeous man Taako has ever seen. Like, Taako’s heard people describe seeing their partner for the first time, saying that the rest of the world just falls away and it’s like angels are singing and he’s always thought it was bullshit. But right now, all Taako can attend to is this handsome dude with a bright smile and an even brighter polo. He thinks he might even hear little bursts of harp music.

“Taako, did you just hear a single word I just said?” Davenport asks, snapping him out of his stupor.

“Uh. No,” He says, feeling his face heat up. Handsome absolutely caught him staring.

Davenport sighs a little, probably already regretting taking Lup’s endorsement of Taako. “This is Kravitz. He’s going to be your handler.”

“My handler?” The last thing Taako needs is someone cramping his style, no matter how handsome.

“Host is probably the better term. Basically I’m here to make sure toddlers don’t yank on your tail and to keep angry parents from literally ripping your head off,” Kravitz says easily, smile still fixed on his face.

Oh god, Taako’s gotta keep himself from mentally planning a wedding. Or mentally jumping his bones. Or both, actually.

“Cool.” Taako reaches over and grabs the head off the table. “Let’s get this show on the road, then.”

“God, I cannot believe that kid started crying, I actually feel kinda bad,” Taako whispers to Kravitz as they both wave at a family leaving the area.

“I have a feeling that’s gonna be happening a lot. You don’t exactly have the most welcoming face.”

Taako scoffs melodramatically. “Now, you can’t see my face right now but just know I’m giving you such a bitchy look. Are you saying I’m ugly, Kravitz?”

Kravitz ducks his head. “No! You know what I meant, that lion’s head is an affront to god. Didn’t take you for the type to fish for compliments, Taako.”

“You’ll find that I don’t need to fish for them. People hand them to me constantly.” Flirting while wearing a rejected Lion King Jr. costume isn’t exactly something Taako has experience with but he’s all for trying new things.

“Hmm. Guess we’ll see if that holds true. But between you and me, you’ve already got some points docked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean your ugly as sin fursona here is not doing you any favors,” Kravitz says airily.

Taako gently smacks Kravitz on the shoulder with his humorously oversized paw. “Oh my god, I’m not a furry! This is not my fursona! I’m getting paid for this!”

“The furry doth protest too much, methinks.”

“I hate you,” Taako lies. He very much does not hate Kravitz.

He’s determined to get something good from this shitty job.

#lskdfjsldkfj this might be a little dumb but play in the space with me #finnrnertens #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #taakitz #taako #kravitz #reese writes #thank you hali!

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