#SORRY i love soft croc

[tang3r1n]

okay i’m being a lil hyper today and i CANNOT get the idea of an island empress reader having Luffy wrapped around her finger, plus the island itself UGH i’ve already though of it all guys. pls encourage me to talk more cause i have a 4 page goodbye doc for this fucking reader.

kay so basically my entire thought is empress reader on a very distant yet powerful island, like she’s friends with everyone and her island has a neutrality agreement bc of this, meaning marines and pirates have to be chill and natural around each other or smth

anyways- some day the Strawhats are just sailing around when Nami starts freaking tf out abt ‘THIS FUCKING ISLAND I FUCKING FOUND HER YES FUCK’ and literally screaming to find their big ass transponder snail meanwhile everyone else is just shocked she’s genuinely tweaking

come to find out Nami n her family (might be agaisnt cannon but fuck off) we’re regulars of reader’s island back when they were both lil girls and they bonded so hard that they still write each other and Nami has slowly been nudging the crew to get closer n closer to her island just so she can geek out with her childhood bestie

so they all are like ‘lmao okay that’s chill’ and park it and Nami just takes off. i’m talkin they turn around and she’s bolting toward the massive ass golden castle or smth, and they just kinda chill while the islanders greet them and start slowly (normally) taking them to the castle. they’re like weirdly neutral abt Nami screaming like a banshee, mainly cause the older islanders remember her and know it’s a lot for her

so they literally barely make it to the first step of the entrance before two shrill screams ring out and Nami comes out dragging this gorgeous, young ass empress out, covered head to toe in jewels and charms, even her hair is filled with crystals tied to her braids and spirals of gold and silver are strategically placed everywhere. she’s got obviously tribal tattoos and symbols decorating her entire body, her thick form’s dressed in the more beautiful silk robes and she’s got the brightest smile as she openly sobs int Nami’s arms

and Luffy, for the first time in his life, is completely shellshocked from her, just like ‘:0’ and STARING at the empress while she tries to compose herself

Obviously she’s aware of who they are, shooting them all pleasantries and looking down at Luffy (mf is like 5’6 im sorry i’m 5’11 I LOVE SHORT LUFFYSS KAKDKSKQ) and giving him just the sweetest smile and soft lil ‘hello Captain’ and oh god he’s literally shaking his hands are sweaty what-

then Usopp’s just like ‘HAH srry he’s never seen such a pretty lady before’ and they’re all giggling at his absolutely stary-eyed face as he’s just dead silent, heart racing in front of this goddess.

[fanaticsnail]

You're Angry at the Tall Men

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I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 8’3

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two

“I’m really sorry,” Steve is saying before Eddie has the door fully open, but it makes Eddie smile. It feels like Steve has started saying ‘I’m sorry,’ instead of ‘hello’ as a matter of course.

It’s Sunday afternoon though, and Eddie isn’t cooking anything and Steve isn’t holding an empty plate, so Eddie has no clue what Steve could be sorry for this time.

“Could you come and help me with something? It’ll just take two moments.”

“Sure thing,” Eddie agrees easily, slipping on his adventure crocs and following Steve down the hall.

Eddie follows Steve into and then through his apartment into the small bedroom. It’s a two bed apartment, the same as Eddie’s. Eddie uses his spare room to store his guitars. He has a desk in there too; a place to write and paint his miniatures and do guitar maintenance.

It’s a nursery. It’s cute, animal themed. The ceiling is painted powder blue, which drops down onto the walls about a foot before ending in a neatly done scalloped edge. The walls are white, but have cloud shapes printed on them in the same blue. There are random tufts of painted grass popping up from the floor; some with flowers. The rocker and the other furniture, including crib and chest of drawers, are all painted the same green, and the blinds are green jungle, with elephants and big cats and monkeys hiding amongst the leaves. A lot of the soft things are yellow and white, and Eddie has not a fucking clue as to the sex of Steve’s pup, so he asks as much.

Steve smiles, “I don’t know. I didn’t want to know. I like surprises.”

“Huh. Well. I’m always the one shaking the gifts at Christmas, but I do love a surprise too. What did you need?”

“We have the fixings for the mobile there ready, but I clean forgot about it until now, and I’m too big to stretch up there. Didn’t do it at the time because we were moving furniture and I was frightened I’d break it.”

“Okay sure,” Eddie takes the dangly parts of the mobile; cute little moons and stars and sun shapes, and fixes it to the bit already attached to the ceiling. It’s nice, and easy to figure out, but it does hang low so he gets what Steve means.

He also sees why Steve can’t reach; he seems to have suddenly gotten even bigger over the last week, and he's also only been wearing these sort of loose shift dresses, like a blouse, a button up, and a tent had a horrendous love child.

He looks gorgeous though. Eddie always thought pregnancy must be pretty fucking miserable; your body betraying you almost. Needing to pee all the time, unreasonable hormones. Cravings. Morning sickness. Odd shit happening all over the place. Eddie always figured telling pregnant people that they’re ‘glowing’ was just a nice thing people said to make them feel better during what must be a pretty shitty nine months.

Not with Steve though. Steve’s actually glowing. Not like literally glowing but...he’s beautiful, and Eddie suddenly understands what all the fuss is about.

Steve clears his throat. Right. Right okay, Eddie’s creepy staring, “so I was going to make chicken parm again tonight, since I know you like it and it’s been a bit...do you maybe want to get out the apartment and come to another, slightly different, apartment?”

Steve laughs a little, looking at where his hands cradle his bump, before looking back up, cheeks pink, “I think I’d like that.”

Eddie’s laid the table as nice as he can. He snagged a little bunch of daisy looking things out of the garden and shoved them in a mug, just because he remembered Steve’s little daffodil.

He doesn’t own place mats, but he does dig out a table cloth he usually only uses for games night; it’s black, but it’s clean.

Steve settles himself at the table and Eddie goes and gets dinner, he can’t help but notice Steve shift in his seat, wincing.

“You okay?”

Steve hums, “been getting funny back pain, but it’s all normal. Could be anything really, just the weight of the baby, or maybe they are leaning on my sciatic nerve. It’s all fine. Nearly done now.”

Steve takes the first bite of his dinner and hums appreciatively. It makes Eddie warm inside, a little tickle of his brain releasing happy chemicals. Omega is being fed. Omega is safe and happy.

Eddie tells it to fuck off.

“So you’re due soon?” Which feels like he;s stating the obvious, Steve is the size of a tiny moon.

“Tomorrow.”

Eddie makes a noise, startled, then nearly chokes on a string of spaghetti, “excuse me,” he manages to get out, before drinking half his water, Steve looking half concerned and more than a little amused from the other side of the table. “Tomorrow?” Eddie asks weakly.

Steve nods, chewing and swallowing before he answers, “the due date is tomorrow, but it’s the norm really for first pups to go over that, even more normal with male Omega, don’t worry, it’s fine. Although it should be soon, I passed the mucus plug yesterday.”

Eddie nearly chokes again, “the what?” he tries his best not to sound too horrified.

“Oh. Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about the uhm, the kind of gross stuff.”

“No, no, of course it’s fine what is...uhm...that?” And Eddie is fully prepared to regret acquiring this cursed knowledge. He doesn’t even know what it is and he’s already eyeing his spaghetti sauce dubiously. For Steve though...he will learn about the gross stuff.

“Oh, well, when you’re pregnant you get sort of this...lump of...gacky stuff and blood. You don’t have periods when you’re pregnant usually, so it kind of protects everything from infection getting in and stuff like that.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out, blowing up his bangs, and makes himself eat his dinner normally, “fair enough, but that means you’re...kinda’ close?”

“Well, kinda’. Robin’s spending this morning with her girlfriend and then this afternoon sorting her place out. She’ll be over later, she’s moving in until the pups a week old or so, just make sure I’m okay.”

“She’s...a really good friend, right?” It warms Eddie to know Steve has someone like that in his life.

“Yeah...she’s been there with me through everything. Every appointment, all the classes, everything. Even when I decided I wanted to do this it was...it was right after yet another crappy breakup, you know. She could have said all the sensible things about maybe it's not the right time yet, or that I should...think about it. You know, all that things that would have been totally reasonable for her to say but I'd just...I’d just had enough of waiting and she said she’d support me whatever, and that was that. She’s the best.”

Steve shifts again, putting down his cutlery to try and stretch his back out, hissing with pain, “you sure you’re okay?” Eddie asks, concerned.

“Yeah, fine I think,” Steve bends forward then, gripping the edge of the table and breathing out harshly through his nose, “oh that felt weird.”

Eddie’s up and coming around the table before he can stop himself, hovering his hands, not sure if it’s okay to touch, “Steve?”

“I...oh. Oh gosh I’m so sorry Eddie,” Steve stands cautiously revealing a very clear wet patch on the seat.

“I...that’s fine,” Eddie squeaks out, “are you...is this. Is that…?”

“Yeah, pretty sure my water just broke. And I really wanted that chicken parm,” Steve sighs.

“I can make it again,” Eddie says reflexively, “kind of feel like there’s bigger things to think about what should- like can I help? What do we do?”

Eddie finds himself, very strangely, not panicking. Like, well, maybe a little, but not an uncontrollable amount. Which now he’s here that’s a really nice surprise.

“I’ll just call Robbie, and then will you walk me home?”

And Eddie had maybe had inappropriate thoughts about walking Steve home so he could steal a kiss, not whatever this is. But. Still. “Of course.”

Steve smiles at him with his phone next to his ear, “it’s go time Birdie. Oh, what was I supposed to say? Code red? The eagle is...leaving? I can’t remember, you couldn’t make your mind up about the-” Steve hisses, bending to lean on the table, “yep, yep, see you soon.”

Steve hangs up, telling Eddie she’s on her way as they walk down the hall, dinner abandoned on the table. Steve chooses to stand, walking little laps back and forth along the back of the couch, “is there anything I can do?”

“My bag and car seat are in the nursery, if you don’t mind grabbing those?” Eddie does, putting Steve’s things right by the door, “oh, and a towel, from the bathroom? I don’t want to make a mess in Rob’s car.”

“Sure thing,” Eddie grabs a bath towel from there, and puts it on top, just as Steve’s phone starts ringing.

Eddie can practically feel it when Steve tenses up, his scent turning bitter with distress. Despite what’s going on, Steve’s scent hadn’t changed at all until now, “your car won’t start?”

He sounds terrified.

“I. Yeah. Okay. I can wait I’ll- okay.”

“Okay?” Steve shakes his head, eyes suddenly wet, he looks like he’s biting back tears and Eddie can’t stop himself from going to him.

“She’s got to wait for Chrissy to get to her place and pick her up, then they’ll come over,” Eddie has to make this better. He has to.

“Okay, how about this, me and you go now, I’ll take you, and they can meet you there? That’ll make it faster right?”

“I mean, I’m not...I mean labor can take hours and hours, I’m being silly I just- Eddie I’m a bit scared. She was supposed to be here, it’s a bit too soon.”

They end up holding hands, which Eddie’s kind of thrilled about even if Steve is squeezing the life out of him, “would you feel better if you were waiting at the hospital?”

Steve bites his lip, clearly torn, “are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’ll get my keys.”

Part Four

[blackbirdsblackberries]

Hey, Tira!! Anon that suggested Latina! Reader here. First of all, are you doing good? Remember to drink water, okay?

Secondly, for a neglected! Reader plot,(or maybe a one-shot, whatever you feel like writing) what do you think about magical girl! Reader? Like, there's this pink (or any other color) teenage girl/boy in gotham that fights some type of not really scary monster (maybe those from precure, as they don't look that frightening) with glitter and hearts and cute stuff and then the batfam is just flabbergasted because why?? Are they?? So cute?? And they become yandere because they just think reader is so so adorable and innocent

And maybe gotham villains have a soft spot for reader becuase they saved them for the monster thingys

And now reader has to deal with all the most powerful entities in gotham being obsessed over them

And IF it is a neglected! Reader they have to deal with the pain of being adored by the batfam as their magical girl persona, but not as their real self

OR MAYBE!! Star butterfly! Reader (i could elaborate if you want!)

Sorry for the long ask and any writing mistakes, and again, really self indulgent because I love love love magical girls!!

Hi! I love hearing from you again!!! I'm doing good, I just watched the Deadpool and Wolverine movie and it's taken a grip on me 😩

I love that idea for the plot! I was hoping to do a magical girl reader because my FYP on both Tiktok AND Tumblr has been magical girl batfam and I just finished watching Sailor Moon last night.

I'd love to incorporate that into the plot (as well as make a separate one-shot of it in a different instance).

I for sure think that the Batfam would have the mindset of "oh, they're dressed up in cute, bright colours and is fighting non-frightening monsters. That must mean they're an innocent teen playing dress up and doesn't actually know the truth about the real world"

Whether it's true or not is up to you to decide for now but I personally think that Reader would be in the middle, aware of the world around them but oblivious to how it affects themselves - or completely different then that, Reader would be completely aware of the world and struggles in real life but fights as a magical girl + with a smile on her face so she can give others hope.

For the villains I think for sure that the ones who have a proper soft spot (eg. Wouldn't get Reader involved in crimes, would work to protect Reader) would be Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Riddler, Two-Face and Penguin.

For the villains that will let Reader get into trouble so they can save them I think it would be Bane, Catwoman, Clayface and Killer Croc. (Possibly Mad Hatter).

For the villains who would purposefully incorporate Reader into their schemes I think the main ones would be Joker, Hugo Strange and Scarecrow (for two different reasons however).

For Joker he'd see it more so as a bonding experience, a way to "hang out" and "catch up". Even if the Reader is held hostage, in the middle of the battle field, etc.

For Scarecrow I think it would come moreso from a sense of morbid curiosity. How far will Reader go to help people? How does their mind work? How will they react to Fear Gas? What is their fear?

I'd definitely think Harley would love the outfit and Mad Hatter would start to think of you as Alice with your colourful get-up.

If we're talking Batman villains who aren't in Gotham (Talia, Ra, Deadshot, Deathstroke) then I feel it would be a different kind of attachment.

It would be more like "what is this colourful child doing in such a dark place?" (Even if you are already in your adult years).

Talia and Ra would see Reader as someone to train, Reader has great strength to wield and if Talia/Ra can train them then Reader will be a great asset.

The difference between the two would be that Talia grows attached in a nurturing way while Ra grows attached in a condescending way.

Eg.

Talia would think of Reader as a child for her to protect

Ra would think of Reader as a lamb that will be slaughtered without him.

Deadshot has his own kid, he doesn't care much for another until seeing Reader hurt/sad. Reader would be a substitute for Deadshot's daughter while she's with her mother.

Deathstroke, I really don't like him (sorry if you do, he just makes me feel icky), but I feel he'd have a mix between Talia's headspace and Ra's headspace.

"Reader can't survive without me guiding them. Reader needs a father to help them grow" it doesn't matter if you have a dad, he won't compare to Deathstroke. If it's such a big deal for Reader Deathstroke will just remove Reader's father from the picture.

I'd love for you to elaborate on Star Butterfly!

Dw about long requests, I literally squealed when I saw it!!

[happybunny999]

Yandere batfam and villains with a complete arsenalmagical girl reader

(Hello you guys! Sorry I haven’t written anything in a while I didn’t have any idea until now)

(But I will try and do more stories)

(Now on to the HCs)

(The reader is 18 years old (reader ages slowly) and was born with natural pink hair and pink eyes and is from a kind and humble family (a rare thing in Gotham)

(The reader hides her face with a cloak when she is not in her magical girl persona and has a animal companion like a small dog that talks to her and keeps her identity hidden with magic since reader is extremely shy of other people but still saves others before making a quick escape)

Personally I think that everyone hero and villains inside or outside of Gotham would be flabbergasted and surprised that there is a pink haired,bright colored,cute,innocent,meek and shy girl in the city who uses heart and glitter magic as well as other abilities that go WAY beyond regular super powered heroes to fight non- frightening monsters (like monsters from precure like shadow-ish and cute-ish like monsters ) and uses adorable wands and yelling out cute attacks like”rainbow blast” or “shining hearts”

Personally I think after a battle with a huge monster and reader uses a powerful attack that leaves makes a huge pink explosion(which didn’t harm people in the area or who was close by but did damage buildings and nearby cars) that echoes throughout Gotham and around the world that catches the attention of both the batfam and every villain that are in or outside of Gotham and now everyone is trying to find out what had happened

And I think that the first people from the batfam to actually see you in your magical persona would be Dick,Jason, and even Bruce when out on patrol or on the rooftop and seeing you fight a non-scary shadow like creature and we left confused when you yelled out “rainbow love shot!” And with a swing of your magical wand pink light comes from your hand too and then the monster was gone and you ended up picking up something and quickly teleport away sensing that you were not alone and once you left they were shocked at what they just saw and heading back to the bat cave with the rest of the other batfam to see if there were any files about you but there was nothing since with your power you were able to not be recognized on the computer

And for the villains who have a real soft spot for reader (would not put reader in any harm and try to keep reader safe)I think it would be Harley,ivy, riddler,two-face and penguin

To the much more bigger and sneaky villains like bane,catwoman,killer croc, Clayface I see them as the ones to watch the reader fight the monsters before jumping in to save you.

For Joker,Scarecrow,and Hugo strange they are the ones who reader in harms way but still have a soft spot for reader

Joker loves your colorful outfit and how adorable you are and how pink your hair is and like to hang out with you and catch up on things you are doing even if your held hostage( to which he is responsible for) or even in the middle of a battlefield

Scarecrow is very curious about you and what’s to know everything about you like what is your fear? How far would you go to save other? Will fear gas work on you?

Harley loves how powerful you are and how cute and innocent you look and would try and get you to do fun stuff with your magic

And to the villains who are not in Gotham (Talia, Ra, Deathstroke and Deadshot) they would have a soft spot reader too but in a different way

Talia and Ra would see reader as a great asset with her powerful magic and many abilities and that if they can train her then reader can benefit greatly for them

The only difference between the two is that Talia would see reader as someone that is too innocent and naive for the cruel world while Ra sees reader as someone that needs to be kept a close eye on until she knows to use her powers properly

Deathstroke would think reader is too kind and innocent for the world and needs a mentor to guide her

Deadshot would most likely see reader as a second daughter to him with her naivety and her determination to help other despite her meek and shy nature 

[jeongheart]

good morning

summary: sometimes, it's okay to be irresponsible.

w.c: 1k~

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: college is really draining the life out of me so i wrote this today after my class because i was in a bad mood and wanted nothing more than to sleep. and ugh i feel like the ending it's too rushed but my brain wasn't braining anymore im sorry if it sucks i just really wanted some comfort.

leave your thoughts if you like, it means a lot!

It was warm, everything was. The sheets covering your sleepy body, the arm around your waist, and even the environment as well, considering that the temperature outside didn't exceed three degrees.

You felt on a cloud, dancing between the consciousness of knowing that you had to get up and the world of dreams that didn't want to let you go.

You were about to close your eyes completely again, until the shrill chime of the alarm began to interrupt the silence. You wanted to ignore it, you really wanted to reach your arm over the nightstand and press "off" to be wrapped in warmth forever, but you couldn't, the responsible part of you wasn't going to let you be fooled by the hug of the bed.

With a slight grunt, you took the phone that blinded you with its strong blue light and finished with the scandal that it emitted. You left the device carelessly where it was and rubbed your eyes to wake up, the sun hadn't risen yet and your mind couldn't understand being awake when it was still dark outside. You tried to prop yourself up on your forearms and lift your lower body to sit up in the bed and begin the hard work of getting ready for the day, but Chan's arm was still wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your chest, letting out little snores from time to time.

He'd been working until two hours ago, your heart sank a little when he'd gone to bed at four o'clock in the morning, he was freezing cold from the unheated room he called his study and immediately sought comfort among the thousands of blankets you insisted on putting up every winter.

You couldn't wake him up, it would be cruel of you, and besides, he had the day off, so you wanted to let him sleep and take advantage of this rare occurrence. Carefully, you took his hand in both of yours and pulled it away from your body, he didn't flinch and continued snoring like a small child. You laughed softly and shook your head, he looked like a puppy at times like this.

The hardest part of your "get up" mission was to get your partner's head off your upper half, and finally free yourself from the confines of his grasp.

You began to get up little by little, making minimal upward movements, with your arms resting firmly on the mattress. Chan must have felt the disturbance because, with a groan, he turned his head away from you. Although he didn't turn to the opposite side, he had his arms spread out in your direction, and you saw in the darkness that his hands were searching for your figure in his dreams.

Without being tempted to return to his arms, you got rid of the warm sheets that were on your body and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling for your shoes. The floor was freezing cold and you definitely didn't want to get sick from walking barefoot into the kitchen.

Once your hand made contact with your crocs, you made the attempt this time to leave the bed but, surprise, a hand took your wrist without force but with conviction: 'you are not going to leave this place'.

You turned with a smile forming on your face and saw a very sleepy and disheveled Chan blinking rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness until he found your face.

"Where are you going?" He questioned hoarsely.

You laughed a little and shook your head, you approached his figure and gently removed the rebellious curls that fell into his eyes, he continued to stare at you without understanding the situation.

You gave him a kiss on both cheeks, and then a very soft one on his parted lips.

"I have class today, my love" You whispered a few inches away from his face.

Without waiting for him to respond, you stepped away to continue (well, start) your morning routine. But Chan was still clinging to your wrist like a koala.

"Don't go, stay with me" He asked as he approached you, a little more alert now.

Again, you laughed at the same time that you started to get dressed, still sitting on the bed "I can't, I don't understand anything and I have an exam coming"

When you finished putting on a hoodie Chan sat behind you, trapping your hips and legs with his and hugging you around the waist, and soon you were completely surrounded by him. You could feel his breath on your neck (because he loved to rest his head in the space between your neck and your shoulders), his hair tickling your ears, and the scent of his cologne that never went away no matter how many hours passed since he applied it.

His bare chest felt warm against your back, even with the thick garment you were wearing you could feel the heat emanating from his body. You sighed and closed your eyes, you were firmly considering throwing all your responsibilities out the window at the insistence of your boyfriend with a golden retriever complex.

Chan rubbed his cheek against your neck, murmuring "please, just for today" and "it's very cold, let's go back to sleep" And more variants that all had to do with not allowing you to leave.

You put your hands on his that were still on your waist and you nodded, careful not to hit him in the face "Okay, okay, you win this time", you were amazed at how easily you gave in to his words, but in your defense, it was very hard to say no to Chan, especially when he brought out the heavy artillery and started acting like a big teddy bear.

He let out a small cry of victory and, without waiting for any other reaction on your part, he turned you on your axis so that you return to your initial position of lying on the bed. You laughed throughout the entire process and, when you were covered by the sheets again, Chan wrapped you in a tight hug, pulling his weight onto your body again.

"You're a cheater, you did the same thing to me two weeks ago" You told him after a few minutes of silence.

Chan snorted.

"Sometimes you have to be a little irresponsible, my love"

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you "If I fail you have to invite me to an all-inclusive dinner"

"You know I'd do it anyway, but it's a deal" You sighed happily at his statement.

"But I know you won't fail, because you're smart and you can do anything you set your mind to" He whispered while caressing your hair.

You smiled for the nth time that morning, feeling how the stress you've been building up for weeks lessened up a little bit after hearing those words. Just as you were about to thank him for taking care of you and your worries, Chan's breathing became more calmed as he fallen asleep again.

[fckmini]

Hii, im new to your blog and I love your work!! I was wondering if you could do a thranduil x fem elf reader who is the princess of nature so she can control nature etc and they could of met when they were younger and they were arranged to marry and fluffy ending please and thank you :))

I hope you like this @chocotacobread ! thank you SO much for requesting and feel free to send in any more that you have! :) im sorry it took so long!

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Spring - Thranduil x fem elf! Reader romantic fluff

I’m sorry if its too waffly but i wanted to write something pretty! 

Thranduil x reader relationship - fluff and romance :)

my masterlist is here - please check out some of my other work if you can!

As always please give me some feedback and please send requests <3

this is written as a part 2 to this request!!

mutuals and ppl I think might be interested: @in-darker-dreams @tolkien-fantasy @the-messy-nessie @blairsanne @aceofatook @lilunoakes @shrimpsthings @the-nerd-procrastinator @khazdith @glorfindelridesagain @therealsomajesticdonki @catnip-and-caprice @blairsanne @leafycasper @ur-gucchi-im-crocs @thelifelemonsgaveyou @emptyspace008 @iactuallyshipeveryone @zemosboy @theelfmaiden @i-did-not-mean-to @gossip-guy-of-middle-earth @catnip-and-caprice

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It was finally spring. Its arrival had always been a cherished event in the Woodland Realm, and this year was no different. A homely warmth seeped into Thranduil's skin, embracing him tenderly. The royal garden, awash with the tender hues of spring, was alive with the soft whisper of cherry blossoms. The sun’s tender touch enlivened soft petals that danced in the wind. They swirled, fluttering gently to the ground like the delicate brush of eyelashes in the morning. The King stood, a spectator to the seasons, his thoughts drifting back in time. 

Many springs ago, this very garden witnessed the first meeting of Thanduil and his beloved wife. It had been an arranged marriage, as is custom for elven royalty. The sun had been gleaming with the same fond brightness as it was now. It cast a golden hue that glittered in the iridescent dew that adorned the grass: nature's pearls. He was waiting with bated breath to meet his betrothed when she floated in. A breath of life. A sigh of sunshine. Ripples of grass blossomed beneath each step she took, leaving a constellation of wildflowers and daisies behind her.  The air was thick with pollen, heavy with the promise of new life. Otherworldly, even amongst elves. Her very essence seemed intertwined with the earth, and the elven king had been entranced from that first moment. 

“Thranduil,” her voice had been soft, melodic, “it is an honour to meet you.”

“And you, my lady,” he had replied, bowing with a grace befitting a king, though his heart had skittered like that of a newborn deer. His eyes of starlight met hers, the deep hue of the sun at dawn. Sunshine incarnate, flowers bloomed before her, but none more so than the elven king. Her smile made the world itself seem dim, her laugh was purer than the tinkling of a rushing stream. He had worn his finest robes, plaited his silver, moonlight, hair in traditional braids. Yet, hers was ornate beyond compare, decorated with a rainbow of blooms, as opalescent as an aurora. 

In that moment, two souls had entwined, as is common in elven life-bonds. Once a sapling, their marriage blossomed into a bond that neither could have anticipated. The famously icy temperament of the king thawed beneath her touch and gaze. He melted before her. Their hands, desperate for the nourishing affection of the other, would reach out, hopeful, longing like ancient roots seeking water. The time in his life before her was but a shadow of a memory, too distant and too dark to recall. 

"My King," a loving voice broke his reverie. She approached, eternally radiant, still leaving a trail of blossoming flowers behind her.

"My queen," he replied, his voice thick with warmth and reverence.

She joined him. "It is a beautiful day, is it not?" she asked, her hand slipping into his, fitting perfectly as it always had.

"It is." He replied, their eyes met, twinkling with the same light that had captivated the other all those years ago.

Together, they stood in silence, watching the cherry blossoms continue to dance in the breeze. The soft murmur of spring stirred around them. The garden, once a witness to the beginning of their love, now stands testament to its enduring strength. Its growth, how they had flourished, was much like the nature that his queen so cherished.

As they stood there, enveloped in the beauty of spring, they both knew that their love would continue to bloom, season after season, for all eternity. 

[riddle-me-ri]

I love your penguin fics so much I would like to request a fic of btas penguin introducing his s/o to his dear friend Eddie, but gets jealous when they get along so well (the riddler can be rather charming after all)

a/n: this gives me flashbacks to when I did a scenario of eddie stealing reader away after oz turned them away, but thankfully that won't be the case here lol. This story sorta took on a life of it's own so the length maybe crazy and I tried ending this in like three different ways..so sorry if it’s kind of a mess lol BUT I hope y'all enjoy!

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warning: envious emotions, brief mention of violence, nothing too crazy mosty fluff here folks!

BTAS Penguin x Reader - Green With Envy

You were riding in the backseat of a limousine with your date for the night.

You held his hand as you giddily waited to arrive at your destination. His hand always felt right in yours. 

Even with his webbed digits, you couldn't imagine any other hand extremities entwined with your own. 

“It's a pleasure to see you so eager, dove.” Oswald gave your hand a loving squeeze. 

“I'm always eager to spend time with you, Ozzie.” You squeezed back. “…I am also curious to meet these colleagues of yours, and I’m touched that you feel comfortable enough to introduce me to them.” 

Oswald had kept his more criminally inclined affairs far from you, so that you can never be accused or anything or caught up in any of it. 

However, he figured it was high time you meet a few of his fellow rogues, just for the sake of not having you worry as much or if you were somehow ever in a jam, he knew you would have someone perhaps like Harley to look out for you.

Oswald couldn't deny that soft enlightened look on your face when he offered the idea. 

This strong gesture of trust that the both of you felt without saying a word.  

Oz picked up your hand that was clasped in his and gave a peck to the back of it. 

The car slowly stopped in front of the Iceberg Lounge. 

“Ah, we’re finally here. Well, are you ready, darling?” He asked one more time before the driver opened his door. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” You smiled widely, tightening your grip on his hand as you let him lead you into the club. 

Oswald smiled warmly at you at your excitement. 

A smile that quickly faded as the hours passed. 

You had met a handful of the Rogues Gallery. You made quick friends with Harley and Pam. 

Harvey was cordial enough, despite some incredulous comments about your true relationship with Oswald here and there. 

You couldn’t help but feel relief when Joker got rather bored of you after you didn’t laugh at his distasteful violent jokes. 

Then there was Mr. Nygma…or Edward as he preferred you to call him. He seemed surprised by you at first, somewhat in awe. Once you introduced yourself, he loosened up. 

Most of them seemed decent enough. Mr. Tetch and Dr. Crane somewhat kept to themselves, but not impolite.

Killer Croc seemed harmless enough…at least in your presence. 

All the Rogues were interesting, but Edward’s bouts of knowledge that he shared with you were nothing short of fascinating. 

It didn’t take long for Oz to feel third wheeled to your conversation. 

He always did consider Ed to be a close acquaintance, perhaps even a friend who shared common cultured interest. 

Albeit at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shove his umbrella down the green suited man’s throat. 

Oswald could feel the dense bile of envy boiling in the pit of his stomach. To avoid saying or doing something rash, he decided to get both of your drinks refilled. 

You thanked Oswald as he waddled over to the bar. You turned back to Edward when you heard him softly chuckle. 

“It’s such a shame that Ozzie took so long to introduce us. I couldn’t imagine keeping you cooped away for so long.” 

“Well, there’s no time like the present as they say..besides Ozzie was just looking out for my safety.” You looked over your shoulder to Oswald, longingly and lovingly. 

Yet you couldn’t help but notice he had somewhat of a grimace on his face. 

“Ah, that is true. Better late than never... how long exactly have you been with the old bird anyway?” 

You began rattling about the story of how you and Oz met, with your mind so deep in thought you didn’t even notice Edward getting closer to you. 

Unfortunately, Oswald walked up to the sight. 

You recalled something that made you giggle.

A giggle so infectious Ed began to chuckle with you. 

His hands tightened around the newly refilled glasses. How he longed for his hands to be around Ed’s neck instead.

Friend or not, he was getting awfully close to his lover. 

Ed followed your gaze and his eyebrows rose up in concern. 

You looked up when you noticed Oz coming into your peripheral vision.

You also noticed the strong grimace on his face. The drinkware in his hands shook from the intensity of his grip. 

“Ozzie…is everything all right?” You slowly approached him and gently took one of the glasses out of his hand and replaced it with your own. 

Your lips upturned slightly as your lover's shoulders slowly drooped and he took a strained sigh. 

“Just…peachy..” He grumbled. 

“Why don't we have a moment to ourselves outside on the balcony?” You suggested. 

Oswald didn't answer but silently followed your lead. 

Once you two were fully alone with the confirmation of a closed screen door, you put your hand on his shoulder as you walked up behind him. 

“Want to tell me what happened there, Ozzie? D-Did I do something wrong?” 

Oswald quickly turned to face you, as upset as he was…he knew it wasn't your fault. 

“No, absolutely not darling! You've been doing so well taking in all my colleagues’ well…eccentricities…”

You nodded, slowly trying to come up with another reason. 

“And with Edward?” 

Oswald’s face tightened with a grimace. 

Bingo. 

You wrapped your hands around the contours of Oswald's round and loveable face and made him look you in the eyes. 

“Ozzie…”

“Y-Yes…my dove?” His eyebrows perked up at the contact. 

“You know I love you right?” 

“Y-Yes I do…”

“And of all the…exquisite people I've met tonight…they all pale in comparison to you.”

A bashful smile spread across Oswald's face as a soft hue of red hinted at his cheeks. 

“You'll always have me, no matter what…no one is going to steal me away that easily.” You giggled as you leaned the tip of your nose to the tip of his own nose. 

Oswald seemed to finally take a sigh of relief. “I…I know, dove…I-It was rather foolish of me to…get as upset as I got…”

You shook your head. “It’s how you felt, I'm just glad I noticed before you got back to the table…you looked like you wanted to bite Ed's head  off.”

Oz grumbled. “Well…maybe…”

You playfully smacked him on his shoulder. “Ozzie!”

He flailed his arms up in defeat. “I jest, my love! I jest!” 

“Do you feel better now?” 

There was a brief pause of reflection before Oswald nodded with a content smile on his face. 

“Indeed…thank you, dove.” 

You grabbed the glasses you set off to the side on a glass outside table and handed one of them back to Oz. 

You lifted your glass in front of him. “A toast to us?” 

Oz chuckled warmly as he clinked his glass against yours before taking a hearty swig. 

“To us, my darling dove.”

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem Buggy anon here to drop a silly valentines idea-

1) don't worry too much about speeding through asks, sweetheart, you're doing fine. Take your time and do your thing at your own pace. Anyone has an issue with it? I'll fight em 😤

2) IDEA TIME

So imagine Buggy getting absolutely SMOTHERED in valentines days gifts - from friends, underlings, allies, secret admirers (she thinks they're all fake or lies), and her partners of the year.

She and Alvida do a Self Care Self Love event (maybe include Uta and Perona bc smth about them being so supportive of Buggy coming out as trans and just so easily slotting her in to girls night makes me soft).

Ritchie wears a special Valentine's Day bow, and he gives extra lion licks to his favorite people. He doesn't quite get the whole concept of HOLIDAYS beyond that it makes his humans so happy and silly and so he too is happy and silly. Lion loves.

Mohji and Cabaji, every year, make Buggy a gift for Valentine's. She gives them little gifts too, but theirs aren't conventional - they were there from the beginning, and so they've seen the best and worst of each other. They're besties your honor.

After Impel Down, Buggy wakes up on Valentine's to a MOUNTAIN of cards, candies, stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. Maybe half of them are signed. It's a long ass affair to organize them.

When she starts dating Crocodile and Mihawk, they hadn't seen the Karai Bari Variant of Valentine's Day. Needless to say, when they wake up and walk with Buggy to get breakfast, they are both BLINDSIDED and BAMBOOZLED by this veritable TON of gifts. Buggy just sighs. "Guys. Really?"

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN BUGGY!!!"

"I can't eat all this. Okay, line up, I'm passing out candies at random. Consider this a treat before breakfast."

"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS SO GENEROUS AND KIND!!!"

"I- ya know what, sure, whatever. I haven't had coffee yet. I don't feel like arguing."

Crocodile and Mihawk though are surprised when she offers them a soft smile and... two boxes? "Open them when you want to, boys, no rush."

She gets a delivery later on in the day, a crate with a blue rose painted on the top. She huffs. When asked, she shrugs it off. "Shanks is still being a damned sap."

He sends her presents as often as he can - with a relatively ser address for Karai Bari, she is more easily accessible, which makes him go a little overboard. In the crate are her favorite candies (ghost pepper flaked dark chocolates), soft stuffed animals, new clothes, a dress, flowers and silly trinkets. ((And maybe a little treasure map he made just for her)).

Buggy would give thoughtful gifts - smth for Croc's bananawani nursery or specialty cleaner for his jewelry, new seeds for Mihawk's garden he mentioned wanting once in passing or new cording to rebrand Yoru's hilt, etc.

She also ties her hair up on holidays, puts on an apron, and joins the cooks in the kitchens. Cooking is smth she's good at, if a tad embarrassed by, but baking if her favorite thing to do. It's like chemistry and showmanship mixed together, two of her most favorite things. Getting the chance to indulge in it is smth she rarely lets herself have, but she makes exceptions for certain days.

And if Mihawk and Croc, knowing this by that point, pooled together to get her her own supplies to indulge more freely in their shared space, away from prying or attentive eyes, well...

Valentines Day isn't exactly a cliche on their little handmade home, but the sentiment, the intention, the love is there.

((And if Buggy just so happens to send a few batches of Shanks' favorite cookies to him a week after the day, well, he'll treasure them!!!

Until he eats himself sick, that is.))

1) Thank you <333 That's really sweet 😭🧡

AND THIS IS ALL AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A bit late to Valentine's Day (sorry, really akjjddnjk) but I absolutely adore it. Buggy loves Valentine's Day and the thought of everybody getting her gifts and also enjoying the holiday on her island is so cute,,, Everything is perfect and tbh, after coming out as a woman is even better because she's finally able to do it as herself. I think she wanted to do it really bad when she was a kid.

Her crew is so silly,, And having a whole day with Perona and Alvida makes her feel so loved,, Crying and sobbing. Also, Crocodile and Mihawk aren't used to celebrating these things, so now that they're with her they're surprised by how much they enjoy it. Not the holiday itself because in general it's extremely annoying and they do not want to be there with all this drama-- But they do like seeing her happy and giving her gifts <333 Why have mafioso-looking boyfriends if they aren't going to shower you with gifts, you know? And also, they're losers for her, which makes it better.

[soapyoapy]

thoughts on dnp's new video

hey y'all. no one asked for it but here's a review of dip and pip's outfits from their new video from a costume design student's perspective.

*disclaimer: this is all for fun and totally my opinion, everyone has a different style, i’m just working with what they’ve worn before and what they seem to like wearing*

Category 1: Y2Gay

Phil:

🤔 i don’t know how to feel about this one… it’s not horrendous but dare i say he didn’t go far enough. i’m an ARMY so i can see j-hope wearing this but perhaps the reason why is would work is because he’d add like a white bucket hat, some sunglasses, and some colorful jewelry to fully commit to the maximalist style. also phil doesn’t really suit the baggy style imo. correct me if im wrong.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (add some accessories)

Dan:

honestly, i love the sweater. i saw it in the photocards and loved it. this is how dan should wear color tbh. my only critiques would be: a. what are the straps for??? and b. i wonder how it’d look with a dark colored tank top underneath it instead of a black one 🤷🤷

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 2: Americore

Dan:

umm…keep the jacket on. i’m sorry, the shirt is too much 😅😅 also i’m so confused by the pants. that’s it. maybe instead of that shirt have just like a nice white shirt. or maybe phil’s out of date gaming console shirt. the eagles are just a lot to look at. also ditch the crocs. again, sorry. a good black chonky sneaker would fit the look better.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Phil:

i agree with phil that the blue shoes don’t really fit. but i have a solution. wear some white sneakers and the blue mesh top from the q&a video or just a matpat-style blue jacket. other than that, this outfit works. especially with the blonde hair.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 3: Stranger Materials

Phil:

phil, please please please get that jacket fitted. it looks ever so slightly too big on him. hot take: the pants aren’t terrible. it’s just terrible with the jacket. the lines are not going in the same direction and it’s really distracting. i think they’d both have the effect he wanted just on their own. not together.

rating: ⭐️⭐️

Phil pt2:

i agree with dan. the pants are the issue. they aren’t the right shade of blue or the same pattern. major clash and if they were performing, it’d be very distracting.

rating: ⭐️

Dan:

ok. at least it matches 😝 considering he bought is from an ✨adults only website✨ not bad. would probably make too much noise to be an actual outfit he’d wear onstage with mics and all that but for fashion…kinda slays

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 4: Serving Shorts

Phil:

🫢 umm…ok so, how did he not know the shorts were see through?? perhaps it did show on the website but if it was from the same place as the vest and the vest was mesh then you’d assume the shorts were too?? idk anyways. its giving backup dancer construction worker if that makes sense. i’d say go all the way add some fingerless gloves and some design to the shirt and/or vest. go full jojo siwa with it. i do also love the color coordination.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

Dan:

eh…that’s it. it’s not awful it’s not great. maybe it he coordinated the blue with the top. it just looks like a dude headed to the gym. i like the shoes. they do look like the cover of a 90s boy band album. nothing amazing. if the star was blue and silver i’d like it more

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bonus Round:

Dan:

honestly…as a neurodivergent person, this is just a good item ��🤣 it looks so soft. not even from a designer perspective but a sensory perspective. i’d buy it. maybe in a different color but still. (also if it’s like an ✨adults website✨ thing plz let me know idk anything im aroace 😅)

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (for the goofs)

Phil:

question. where would you wear this other than a disco/party? this outfit looks really fun. the only thing i'd add to this would be some white boots or sneakers with rainbow laces.

rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (for the goofs)

thank you for reading the ramblings of a junior costume design student who is using this video as procrastination from doing their lighting design homework. I hope you all have a good rest of your day! ✌️✌️ go ahead and tell me if any of the things I said were wrong i don't know anything 😊😊

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Writing this mini series for my friend @crocs-blogs :D hope you all enjoy!

Good Puppy Part 1:

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: You ask Miguel a favor without being ready of what would come from it

   "This is my boyfriend, Miguel." You said with a smile on your face, though your grip tightened in your entwined hands. A grip reciprocated by Miguel. You weren't dating him, but after finding out you were the last of your family to not have a partner, you practically begged him to help you out.

"Not a chance." He said after his shock wore off from your question.

"Miguel, please! Do you know what this means for me?!"

"Not a clue and, frankly, I don't care." He said bluntly, taking a bite of a fry.

"This means my entire family is going to be after me now!" You told him, ignoring his remarks. "They're going to get any guy they can get their grubby hands on and try to pair me up with him!"

"And that's a bad thing, why?" He questioned, still not interested in your familial matters.

"They get handsy." You told him, and just as you predicted, he stopped. His eyes bore into yours, flashing red for a moment before turning back into his usual silky brown. You could see the gears turning in his head, never once breaking eye contact. His jaw worked as he grinded his teeth a bit before finally sighing and breaking his eye contact, leaning back into the booth.

"Fine."

"Than-"

"But!" He started. "If someone finds us out, I'm not sticking around."

You scoffed.

"Such a knight in shining armor."

   "Oh, Miguel! It's so nice to finally meet you!" Your mother squealed out, bringing you back to the present. Miguel's hand was torn out of you as your mother pulled him into a hug.

   "Hrk!" Miguel gasped out, squished under your mother's arms.

"Mom!" You snickered out, easing her arms so Miguel could breathe. He shot you a look of betrayal, surely salty you didn't warn him beforehand.

   "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm just excited that our little Junebug finally found someone!" She said with a smile and teary eyes. You didn't meet Miguel's eyes as he looked at you. You could've sworn he let out a soft chuckle.

   "Mom…" you whined in embarrassment.

   "Come now, Abby, leave the two lovebirds alone." Came your father's voice from the living room, surely watching the game.

   "Oh shush and come say hi, Jimmy." Your mother called back to him, allowing you and Miguel to enter. Miguel's hand found its way back into yours and held tightly but gently. You smiled back at him as you heard your father stand from his chair and walk into the hallway.

   "There's my favorite kid." He said with a smile, pulling you into a hug. It was awkward since Miguel still refused to let go of your hand.

   "You say that to all of us." You said with a giggle. Your father chuckled and pulled away.

   "Yeah but I mean it with you."

   "You say that too!" You exclaim, making your father laugh.

   "Alright, you caught me!" He turned to Miguel then, clearing his throat. You didn't expect your father to be a couple inches shorter than Miguel. Miguel put on a kind smile and extended his hand out to your father for a handshake.

   "Hello, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said. You couldn't help your eyebrows shooting up. Mr. Tough and Sarcastic was over here being polite to your father? You wondered what else you could catch him doing. Your teasing list was itching for some new material. Your dad gave him a long, hard look as he took him in.

   "Treating my kid well?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Keeping them out of trouble?"

   "Absolutely, sir."

   "Don't plan on hurting them?"

   "Dad-"

   "It's alright, Love." Miguel reassured, shooting you a loving smile. His tone and pet name immediately shut you up, making your eyes wide and your cheeks to dust in pink. Miguel met your father's eyes, seeming unaware of your reaction as his features showed determination.

   "I would rather tear my eyes out myself than see them hurt." They both stood there for a moment before your father broke into a big smile and took Miguel's hand in his, giving a firm but welcoming shake.

   "It's good to meet you, Miguel."

   "Pleasure is all mine, sir." Your mother came up between the two and started leading your father away.

   "Play nice boys, we're still waiting for the rest!" Your mother scolded. You tried to give Miguel a look, as if expecting him to explain what happened, but he kept his eyes on your parents. So, instead, you leaned in and whispered into his ear.

   "What was that?" His hand twitched in yours. He turned his head and whispered back.

   "Playing the part like you asked." His eyes met yours before looking away and turning back toward the door.

   "I'll get our things." He said loud enough for your parents to hear. You rolled your eyes as he left and left to the living room where your dad sat again, watching the game. Your mother most likely went back into the kitchen to watch the food.

   "So the others haven't arrived yet?" You asked him, taking a seat on the sofa. Your father shook his head.

   "Not yet, but you know them. Maggie is having some trouble with the twins, and Thomas had to make a detour because of traffic."

   "And Sammy?"

   "Sammy said she wouldn't be here until late and to not wait for her."

   "Late?" You asked in surprise, hearing Miguel come back in. You started to think about helping him, but your mother beat you to it. Hearing him respond, he had it.

   "Yeah, unfortunately, her boyfriend had a last-minute gig with his band, so they're going to be late." Your dad informed you.

   "Down the hall and last door on the left, dear." You both heard your mom say.

   "Thank you, ma'am." Miguel replied. Then, you and your father watched as Miguel carried all four bags past the living room door and disappeared down the hall. Your father chuckled, regaining your attention.

   "He's a strong man." He simply said before going back to the game. You felt as though your father was expecting you to say something, but his attention on the game made you think otherwise. You debated for a moment before standing.

   "I'm gonna go help him unpack." You tell your father. He only nods and lifts his drink towards you, your father's way of excusing someone. You nod and hurried down the hall. You turn the corner to see Miguel with a hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He was annoyed, you knew this. You walked in and gently shut the door behind yourself, making Miguel look up at you.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Wrong? Nothing's wrong! ¿Por qué preguntas?" His mouth was in a thin line, and his eyebrows furrowed deeper. You raised a brow and crossed your arms.

   "Miguel O'Hara, don't you dare lie to me. I've known you for how many years now?" He rolled his eyes and planted his hands on his hips firmly.

   "There's only one bed." His jaw worked as he spoke, eyes boring into yours. You tore your eyes from his to see the queen-sized bed you had when you were a teen. You didn't realize you were in your old room.

   "Oh, um…" You trailed off, thinking. "I can maybe see if we have a spare room?"

   "That would be great." He didn't meet your eye now, and you didn't try to meet his. You nod and head back out.

   "I'll be right back." As you walked down the hall and into the kitchen, you realized you felt sad. Why? He wanted his own room. So what?

   "Honey, is something wrong?"

   "Huh?" You look up to see your mother's face etched with worry and standing in front of you.

   "Oh, yeah, no, I'm good. I wanted to ask if the spare room was available?" Your mother looked confused but answered.

   "No, the kids are taking that room to give your sister and brother some peace." Her worry etched deeper. "Is everything alright between you and Miguel?"

   Shit! You thought. Abort, abort, abort!

   "Yeah, of course we are! We just weren't sure if my old bed was big enough for both of us." You chuckled, relieved to see her face relax. "You know, he's a bit on the bulkier muscle side."

   "Oh, trust me. I know." She snickered. "Your father was the same once upon a time, you know.

   "Oh, mom, stop!" You hid your face, feeling heat spread to your cheeks. She laughed and shook her head.

   "You'll both be fine. You'll both just have to squeeze a little tighter."

   "What did she say?" Miguel asked as you returned to the room. You shut the door and refused to meet his eye.

   "We're, uh, stuck with one bed."

   "You've gotta be kidding me."

   "Maybe it won't be so bad?"

   "I signed up to pretend! Not to be in bed with you." His voice was in a strained whisper, worried your parents would hear him.

   "Well, we don't have much choice!" You whisper-shouted back, moving closer to ensure only he heard you. "My mom already thought we had a fight because I asked about the spare room!"

   Miguel groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose again, softly whispering, "no puedo mas con esto."

   "Miguel, I don't like it as much as you do, but it's only for a couple of nights. And if you're that much bothered with sharing a bed with me, then you can just sleep on the couch!" The hurt seeped into your voice. You've been friends with Miguel for what felt like forever and to hear him so bothered by the fact of sharing a bed hurt…for some reason. Miguel froze and looked at you. Within moments, his hands were on your arms, thumbs caressing them as he gazed into your eyes.

   "I'm not bothered. Not in the way you're thinking, and don't you dare lie to me either." He said as you opened your mouth to speak. "I'm worried you'll be uncomfortable."

   "Me?"

   "Yes, you. You've never allowed someone in your bed, much less your room. I don't want to disrespect that." His voice was a low, soothing rumble. It calmed you.

   "I don't mind it if it's you." You tell him, gazing up at him. You felt his thumbs stop their caress. Something in his eyes shifted, but you couldn't tell what. Nor did you have time to as you heard your mother yell out in delight. It allowed Miguel time to pull away, and you turned to the door.

   "That must be my sister."

   "How do you know?" Miguel acted as if nothing that happened had just happened. Suddenly, screams of children shouted out as little feet ran around the house.

   "That's how." You say with a chuckle. You walk out of your room, Miguel right behind your heels. Somehow, his hand found its way back into yours as you both walked down the hall to the entrance. You didn't even know you were nervous until the warmth started to calm you.

   "Auncle!" A little boy came running at you and jumped, forcing you to let go of Miguel's hand to catch the boy. You grunted before lifting him up to perch on you comfortably.

   "Cameron, you can't jump on me like that, you silly boy!" You playfully scolded him, giving him a tickle and making him giggle.

   "Sorry!" You chuckled and gave his cheek a kiss. "Who's that?"

   "Oh, um," you started as you turned around to face Miguel. You hesitated, wondering how the children would affect him but was quickly reassured upon seeing his warm smile and bright eyes.

   "Hello," Miguel said, voice gentle and kind. "I'm Miguel, your auncle's friend."

   "Mom said you're their spicy dip." Cameron said without even blinking an eye. Miguel's eyes widened in shock as your face bloomed in red.

   "Cameron! What have I said about repeating mommy's words?!" Your sister shouted from behind you. Cameron sighed.

   "To not to."

   "And yet you still do! Leave these two alone and go give Grandpa a hug!"

   "Yes, Mom." Cameron sighed again. You set him down, and he ran off. You looked at your sister with your hands on your hips and a look of deep disapproval on your face.

   "Haha, kids, right?" Maggie chuckled nervously as her husband stepped up, the poor soul unaware of the situation.

   "Oh hey, it's nice to see you again!" He greeted you happily, stopping short as he saw your expression. You saw his eyes flick behind you and then back to you before he turned around and headed back outside. Your mother also decided it was time to leave.

   "Oh, is that the pot boiling?" She asked herself before quickly rushing to the kitchen. Maggie was increasingly getting nervous.

   "Maggie, why would you say that in front of the kids?" You scolded.

   "I didn't mean to! It just slipped out when I saw mom's picture!" She gasped and covered her mouth. You slowly blinked and stood stock still.

   "What picture?" You asked slowly. You could feel Miguel's energy shift behind you. Maggie's eyes shifted between you to Miguel, somehow relaxing slightly. She took out her phone and showed you. It was a picture taken of you and Miguel from inside the house. The picture showed the moment Miguel helped you out of his car, your hand was in his while his other hand held the car door open for you.

   You were both smiling.

   It took you off guard how happy and loving you both look. Hell, you were nearly convinced you were an actual couple.

   Nearly.

   "We look perfect." Miguel's deep drawl came from right beside your ear as you felt his hands slowly snake onto your hips and pull your back flush against his chest as a soft kiss landed on your cheek. The very act made goosebumps ripple along your arms, and a deep blush crawl over your cheeks. You couldn't help the smile from your lips as a giggle escaped you.

   Focus! Play up the part! You screamed in your head. You turned your head towards him, your lips almost touching.

   "Mi Amor, we're always perfect." You drawled back to him. Of course, you'd learn how to say two simple words in Spanish. You needed to be convincing. His eyes flashed red, from what you didn't know, and his breath hitched. Did you imagine that? The smile he gave you seemed…dangerous. So dangerous you were able to see a sliver of those fangs of his, a rare sight even to you. You couldn't help but glance down at that smile before meeting his eyes again.

   "Ew, gross! I don't want to see my own sibling making googly eyes at their man!" Maggie said suddenly, tearing you and Miguel apart. You blushed from embarrassment now.

   "Sorry, sorry." You let out a nervous chuckle. Miguel, however, kept his hands on your hips but wasn't as close to you as he was before. The brush his thumb gave your hip would've had you melting in his grasp-

   Wait, what? No…no, no, no, stop that! He's just playing the part! But the thunder in your heart made you doubt your thoughts. Was he always this affectionate? Did he enjoy physical touch this much? You've never known him to be so…touchy.

   "Forgive me, I could never control myself around mi corazón." Miguel said. His voice was playful but held enough smoothness to make you melt into his hold.

   "M-Miguel! Not in front of my family!" You playfully say, pushing him away gently. However, your eyes read differently as you met his own, hinting to back off. He read them perfectly and backed off, opting to keep his hand on the small of your back.

   Dear gods above and below, give me strength. You pleaded in your thoughts.

   "You guys are just the cutest. Reminds me a lot when Pete and I were younger." Maggie said with a nostalgic sigh.

   "Maggie, that was barely over five years ago. I think the only people able to say that are mom and dad." You say with a chuckle. Maggie swatted your arm playfully.

   "Oh shush, why wouldn't I say a thing like that to my little sibling?" She chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

   "Okay, okay, fine." You chuckle.

   "I think I'll go help Pete." Miguel said quietly, hurrying out past Maggie to help a struggling Pete with the luggage.

   "Where's Cassie?" You ask Maggie as you both watched the men.

   "Oh, she's around here somewhere with Cameron. You know how the twins are." Then she smirked and nudged you with her elbow. "What I wanna know is what salsa pot did you pull him out of?"

   "M-Maggie!" You scolded as your cheeks burned red.

   "What?! He's practically the perfect man! He's handsome, buff, and his ass is tighter than a rubber band! MMM!" She grunted out.

   "And he's so nice! Men like him don't pop up often anymore." Your mother added in from behind you both. You jumped and looked at her.

   "Maggie, Mom, stop it." You warned, feeling flustered. You didn't know how to feel about Miguel being spoken like this behind his back.

   "How are you gonna sit there and not tell us about him?!" Maggie huffed out. You knew this was going to happen, and you were prepared.

   "We prefer to keep things private." You tell her.

"What are we going to do when your family starts asking questions?" Miguel asked, shifting his gaze from the road to you for a moment.

"We'll just say we like to keep private." You say with a shrug. Miguel frowned, unconvinced.

"We have to have some kind of story. At least how we met." He pressed. You rolled your eyes.

"Alright, Mr. I-don't-want-to-do-this, what do you suggest?" You teased.

   "The suspense is killing us, Junebug!" Your mother explained as both your sister and her led you into the kitchen and sat you down. You chuckled, playing it off.

   "Alright, fine, fine." You took one of their hands in each of your own. "So, I had just been hired at Alchemax-"

    "-and they had been placed within my team. Now, at first glance, I thought they didn't belong." Miguel admitted to Pete, handing him one of the suitcases. "However, they then went on to impress the team as they quickly solved a problem we had been stuck on for three days. It was…phenomenal."

   "It?" Pete asked.

   "The way their brain worked was like no other I'd ever seen. They saw the world differently than everyone else. I saw that and wanted to see more." Miguel admitted, a small smile playing at his lips as he remembered that day. You had peaked his interest within moments of your arrival, but it was then that you had his full attention. He snapped himself out of it, quickly grabbing another bag and handing it to Pete, who then nearly went down with the extremely heavy bag.

   "So, because my smarts were enough to rival Miguel's, I was placed under his wing." You told your mother and sister.

   "More like under his muscles!" Maggie said, making both her and your mother giggle. You rolled your eyes.

   "Oh shush, both of you! Do you want the story or not?" They silenced quickly, waiting eagerly. "That's what I thought. So, I shadowed him for a few days and watched him do his tasks. He didn't talk much, actually, he didn't talk at all. He was all silent and broody. But, when the time came for me to take over and show what I learned, he suddenly became chatty."

   "They did everything wrong! I had to correct them on everything! Their reports were left unfinished, and they mislabeled some of the vials." Miguel couldn't help the growl, catching Pete off guard.

   "Did…did you just…" Pete tried to ask. Miguel waved him off.

   "A habit from too many cartoons." He brushed off. Miguel needed to be careful. He didn't want to scare your family after just meeting them.

   "Eventually, they had enough of my 'bickering' to call me out on it. We had a…massive argument that led to insults and, somehow-"

   "-we laughed. We started laughing over how stupid it all was. I was a new scientist, and he was an old timer, although he's not really that old." You chuckled, shaking your head at the memory. "His laugh rang like church bells, and his smile beamed like it was just charged with a million volts."

   You sighed dreamily, smiling fondly at the memory. You had made it your mission since then to make sure he always laughed and smiled that way. You went as far as shooting him with terrible dad jokes and puns. The dad jokes worked, the puns not so much.

   "Since then, we just sort of clicked, and the rest is history." You smile.

   "That's it?" Your mother and Maggie gasped out, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

   "¿Como que 'that's it?' Of course, that's it." Miguel told Pete, helping him grab the last of the luggage.

   "You didn't even talk about the moment you fell for them or when you finally asked them out." Pete said. Carrying as many bags as he could, which was three. Miguel picked up several more than Pete and sighed.

   "Would it not be easier to hear it from both of us in front of the rest of the family?" Miguel tried. Pete shrugged.

   "I suppose so." Pete looked up at Miguel. He was only a couple inches shorter than the man, but it felt like a big difference. "I'm glad they found you."

   "Sorry?" Miguel asked, caught off guard.

   "We don't talk much, but it was clear being surrounded by so many couples took a toll on them, even seeing the children." Pete continued, waddling slowly from the weight of the bags. Miguel followed his pace, just in case Pete couldn't carry the bags.

   "It did?"

   "It did. I can tell you guys love each other a lot. They're absolutely smitten with you." Pete says, recalling the pic your mother took. "And as far as I can tell, you're just as smitten with them as they are with you."

   Miguel felt his heart hammer in his chest. It felt like the same rush from when he lept off that building to test his newfound powers for the first time.

   "You think so?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful but rather honored.

   "Think so? I know so." Pete chuckled, adjusting his hold on the luggage. "I was the same way with Maggie, absolutely smitten. Though, it took her some time to come around."

   "That so?" Miguel questioned, taking one of the suitcases from Pete.

   "Thanks. Yeah, she was more stubborn than a mule, and it didn't help that she was absolutely head over heels for another guy." Pete sighed dreamily. "After the guy wronged her, she had no one to turn to and there I was, handing her some food and asking if she was alright. She talked for hours and I sat and listened. We joke that she bled my ear off that night. We decided to finally be friends and, like you said, the rest is history."

   "That's…quite the story." Miguel mumbled as they reached the house finally. Pete put the suitcases down with a huff.

   "Yep." He was out of breath.

   "May I?" Miguel suggested.

   "Knock yourself out."

   You heard the door open and strained your neck to look over into the hall. There you saw Pete struggling to carry two suitcases into the house meanwhile Miguel was carrying five at once with no trouble whatsoever. You felt your cheeks heat up at the small display of strength.

   "Bet you wished for him to throw you against the wall, huh?" Your sister teased behind you. You gasped loudly and quickly pulled back into the kitchen, smacking her arm. The gasp making Miguel and Pete look over in confusion

   "Stop it!" You hissed at her as she laughed.

   "Is something wrong?" Came Miguel's voice from behind you, concern etched into his tone. Your cheeks flared up more as your back stiffened.

   "Nothing!" You quickly say. However, your sister had a devilish look in her eye.

   "My dear sibling was simply telling us how they'd just love to have you push them against a wall." Your jaw dropped at your sister's words.

   "Maggie! Shut up!" You shouted at her, face going red as a tomato. She simply laughed, eyes darting behind you. Suddenly, you felt Miguel's breath against your cheek as a breathy chuckle hit your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple your skin.

   Dear gods…

   "That so?" Oh no. You recognized that tone in his voice. It was worse than his usual teasing tone. He was never going to let you live this down. "¿Que pasó with 'not in front of your family,' Love?"

    You gulped thickly as his deep voice got impossibly deeper at the whispered question. You couldn't help your breath hitching. Miguel gave another breathy chuckle as he pulled away. Oh, the embarrassment that made your cheeks flush deeply. You heard his footsteps walk away with Pete's following behind him. It was then, and only then, you allowed yourself to let out a loud gasp and cover your flush face. Maggie was laughing at your reaction while your mother attempted to comfort your embarrassed form.

   "Shut it, Maggie! How dare you do such a thing to them like that?!" Your mother scolded Maggie, shutting her up quickly.

   "Sorry, mom. It was just a joke." She mumbled as your mother sat you back down and hurriedly went to fetch you a glass of water. You kept your face hidden until you were sure the blush had left your cheeks. You removed your hands with a deep breath.

   You are so going to get it, Miguel! You thought to yourself angrily, accepting the glass of water your mother gave you with a smile.

    "¡Soy un pinche idiota! ¿Como voy a hacer algo estupido como eso?" Miguel growled under his breath, pacing the room Pete and Maggie were to share. Pete watched him pace, trying to open his mouth and cut into Miguel's Spanish rant. Miguel simply continued to wave his hands around and rant angrily, movements quick and swift with muscles drawn tight and ready to release like a cannon. Still, Pete tried.

   "Uh…hey, uh…Miguel?" Pete tried quietly. At the sound of his name, Miguel turned to Pete with an angry snarl.

   "What?!" He hissed through gritted teeth. Pete jumped.

   "I-I was just gonna say to apologize to them…" his words trailed off under Miguel's infuriated gaze. Miguel took a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

   "You're right. You're right." He released his breath and looked at Pete with kinder eyes. "Sorry for yelling at you."

   "Ah, don't mention it." Pete waved him off. "But seriously, apologize."

   "Yeah, I got it." He huffed, annoyed. How could he let himself lose control like that? The last thing he needed was for you to find out he actually did like you. Fake dating you was already hell for him trying to pretend he liked you while liking you. He let out a small growl, frustration seeping into his brain. He needed to relieve it soon.

   "Where's the bathroom?" Miguel asked Pete.

   "Last door on the right."

   "Thanks."

Part 2

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Hiya. Mind if I ask for some fuff headcannons about Killer Croc (2004 animated series) and a male reader as his love interest? Sorry if this is a bother btw.

Hey😃I just saw the request and I have heard and/or read of Killer Croc, so I'm willing to write about him😃👍This would definitely be something interesting to write for this fanfic🐊😁👍

🐊💚Your Relationship with Killer Croc💚🐊(Waylon Jones, aka, Killer Croc x Male Reader)

Genres: Fluff and Head Cannon(?)

*Killer Croc loves to spoil you. Regardless if it's merch of a show (or anime) or merch of a character you're a fan of or your favorite foods, you name it.... He will definitely do so, especially with the money he has (even if the money was stolen).

*Whenever Killer Croc ends up in jail or prison, you always figure out a way to help him break out of jail. He definitely always gets surprised every time you bail him out, because you always break him out of jail in a shorter amount of time whenever he gets captured arrested and in jail or prison. So, he will also appreciate that you're doing all this helping him break out of jail or prison for him, as well.

*Every time you go to spoil him, he will insist on no expecting you to get anything for him, however he will appreciate you spoiling him. You figured he always spoils you, so you figured why not. He will definitely be extremely surprised, if you do spoil him with a new fancy homemade meal for him to try out.

*Killer Croc was surprised at first that you like to rob banks in Gotham City, due to the incident he ran into Batman, which you shot tranquillizers at Batman to help him escape. However he would realize that you would do anything to help him and he definitely will thank you for your help. So, he prepared for rewarded with lots of massages (especially back massages).

*Killer Croc is definitely a cuddler when it comes you. Despite of being a "villain of Gotham City" he definitely has a soft side and snuggle time with you is definitely one of his favorite past times (anything pertaining you are his favorite past times). He gets relaxed from snuggles and prefers to be a spoon, so prepare to be a spoon from time to time, even if you're a spooner yourself.

💚🐊The End🐊💚

I hope you enjoyed reading this Killer Croc fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🐊😃👍As for you @writers-requiem I hope you had fun reading this Killer Croc fanfic, as well as I had fun writing it😃👍I figured I'd write some ideas for this fluff, head cannon(?) Killer Croc fanfic and it's definitely my first time writing about him🐊😃👍It's the most I could think of for the fanfic, however I still hope I written this fanfic well🐊😃👍

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warnings: none?? my yeonjun love is seeping through oopsie

You were beyond surprised when you peeked out into the hallway to confirm Yeonjun was actually there. He was pouting, head angled downward as he typed away on his phone. He truly did look sad, just as Lizi had said. The 5th floor of the ABX Productions building was never a place you expected to see a member of TXT, but he was definitely there.

He was too preoccupied with his phone, turning slightly as he leaned against the opposite wall of the hallway. His brow was furrowed, pink lips still pouting and you found yourself wondering how soft they might be. His black hair was shining in the bright lights, the darkness of it amplified by the pearly white paint on the walls. He was dressed far better than you were, in his fitted jeans and leather jacket.

Glancing down at your sweatpants and Crocs, you cursed yourself for choosing to be comfortable that day. Choi Yeonjun stood right there, looking hotter than any picture, here just to see you, and you were wearing a pair of ratty sweatpants and beaten up Crocs. You debated going back inside the studio and pretending you never knew he had been there, but it was just so mean. You had already blocked his number today, poor guy.

"Yeonjun," you called out his name softly, trying not to spook him in the silence of the hallway. His head shot up and turned to the direction of your voice. You definitely spooked him, with his wide eyes and tensed shoulders, but he relaxed as he locked eyes with you.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a grin forming on his face as he walked over to you. "Surprise, it's really me."

You let out an airy laugh, moving to the side and gesturing for him to walk through the doorway into the studio. "Sorry I blocked you, but I'm sure you would do the same thing."

Yeonjun laughed with you, leaning in to give you a hug as he made his way into the recording studio. You were surprised by the initiation of a hug, but you welcomed it none the less. His arms wrapped around your smaller frame, bringing you into his chest. This was already shaping up to be the best day of your life. First, Choi Yeonjun goes out of his way to surprise you and meet you, and then he initiates a hug? Truly the stuff of dreams.

"I probably would have blocked you a lot faster, actually," Yeonjun snickered, stepping away and moving further into the studio. "Sorry that I freaked you out, definitely not my finest moment."

You shook your head, smiling at him as you both plop down on the red leather couch. "No, but you still look fine," you responded, sinking into the plush cushions underneath you. You honestly hadn't even meant to say that, to flirt with him, but you were finding him irresistible.

"Better than you," Yeonjun teased, gently knocking his foot against yours. "Nice crocs."

You laughed, knocking your foot against his in retaliation. "If I had known I would be seeing you, I would have dressed up! This is one of my few quiet days so I wanted to be comfy. Not everyone wants to look like a real life god, y'know."

Yeonjun shifted in his seat, leaning back and getting comfortable. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion on a quiet day, then. I just wanted to see how you're getting on with the business following debut. You think you're busy before, but after? Oh man, and it gets worse with every comeback, too."

"Wow, I can't wait," you quip sarcastically, head lolling to the side as you gazed at him. "It's been okay, honestly; debut went well, and we're gaining a fanbase. I've been reading fan comments on social media, and I've enjoyed answering questions on weverse. I think it's important to connect with the fans early, build up that relationship."

Yeonjun nodded, one hand diving in to the pocket of his black leather jacket and fishing around. "I'm glad to hear it! Interacting with fans is so fun and rewarding, I love chatting with MOA. We're like a family."

You nodded; you understood that, not only as an idol yourself now, but as a MOA. "I've been a MOA since your debut, honestly," You admitted, heat rushing to your cheeks at your confession. "I can tell you that a lot of MOA feels the same, like family."

"That's really great to hear, thanks. Speaking of family, though, I do come with a gift from Kai. He wanted to come see you himself, but I convinced him to let me come instead."

"Convinced?" You asked, an eyebrow raised, eyeing the object Yeonjun had fished out his pocket and was covering with his hand.

"Okay, maybe I told Soobin that Kai tripped and broke his lamp, and took the gift and snuck out while he was being scolded..." Yeonjun trailed off, a mischievous grin on his face. "Anyway! Kai misses you, and I'm sure he'll make his way here to see you soon."

Yeonjun dangled a strawberry keychain in front of your face, watching as a warm, gentle smile etched itself on your lips. Your eyes were soft, just as your hands looked as you took the keychain. You were completely charmed by the keychain, but Yeonjun was charmed by you.

"He's so sweet," your laughter brought Yeonjun out of his mind and back into the moment. "My favorite fruit is strawberries, always has been. He sent me strawberries not too long ago, and it kind of rekindled our friendship. Nostalgia, and whatnot. It was really nice."

"Strawberries, huh? I'll remember that," Yeonjun said with a nod, admiring your excitement at the prospect of strawberries.

"Since you're already here, would you mind listening to something real quick? I need someone else's ears," you requested, nodding at the desk you had previously been sitting at. With a small pout on your lips, eyes shining hopefully, Yeonjun would never have been able to say no to you.

Too bad you're off limits.

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For the Love of Fic: November 20

Heyo! I've been just parking read fic here for a while and didn't realize how long it was getting! And then I used my wait times in Disney to read a bunch more.... anyway. I've got a long list of fun for you!

Also, I'm really sorry, this is the dumbest header I've ever made but it made me laugh so here we are.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

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DIETER BRAVO

Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist I can't decide what I love more: Dieter getting frisky in a bouncy castle or his gleeful exclamations when the goats take to him. I want this. I want all of it. Sign me up. Crocs and all.

Tip Your Server by @nothoughtsjustmeds I love love love this fic. I love Dieter needing to get reader all hot and bothered while wearing fancy clothes, I love the banter, I love the obvious love these two have, the cavalier throw-away of a precious object, every gesture of affection and its tie to absolute, loving sass. And the prose is so great. This is a masterclass fic.

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JOEL MILLER

Strong Enough To Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 Oof. This both hurt and was satisfying. Joel has a habit of holding onto love and hurt. It's definitely detrimental at times. But damn if it doesn't illustrate how fiercely he loves. Alyssa's lead up story to this--It Pours From Your Eyes--nearly destroyed me, but this one thankfully helped to soothe.

Surrender Chapter 13 and Chapter 14 by @ezrasbirdie Birdie gave us a beautiful reunion and ending for Daisy and Joel and I'm just so proud of her for putting her heart into a wonderful OC. There's so much in this series about learning to love and--even more interesting--learning to BE loved, and both Joel and Daisy are wonderful for that. I know there's an epilogue coming and I will patiently wait for my desert while this meal of a fic settles in my heart.

Saying I love you through an accidental kiss by @songsformonkeys Listen. Joel Miller's got a lot going on today and it's chaotic and you made him food and took care of Sarah and you...you reached for him first. SOFT! CUTENESS!

Spend All Your Love Making Time by @haylzcyon Sub!Joel is my new favorite obsession. He's just so in LOVE with reader, so in thrall and this is hot hot hot.... Those baby browns are certainly made for puppydog wants....

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Everyone knows what you do with dandelions, right? Until an apocalypse wipes off even the tiniest things from human culture. Then kids like Ellie may not understand the simple joy of making a wish on one. Good thing there's folks like Joel who remember and help her out.

Joel, Interrupted by @iamskyereads This is both melancholy and warm, and that is such a welcome taste. It is quiet and lovely and the last line gave me so many feelings. If Joel was a ghost in his own house, this is exactly how he'd be. <3

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MARCUS MORENO

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 I love "fandom crossovers" as a year of tropes offering. ST:TNG was one of my big fandom obsessions, so it's nice to return to some of those characters. Putting a Pedro boy in there is inspired, and this was handled so well!!!

If It Wasn't For The Nights by @simpingcowboy 🪐 Marcus is just made for angst, isn't he. It's obvious how much he loved his wife and how much he loves their daughter. Going inside to examine that is just asking for a heart twist....

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

The Last Blockbuster: Bump in the Night by @blueeyesatnight I love these two slacker filmophiles and am always happy to see them return to my dash. This time it's a test of readers' spine, to see if she can handle the scary movies like she says she can. I appreciate the appearance of another movie memorabilia piece...🦇🦇🦇

IRL part 1 @ nickcage_numerouno and part 2: of festivals and food by @grogusmum I love that both these dopes are so insecure about meeting one another. Javi is sweet and wonderful like always, and it's nice to get his POV here and there as our plus-size reader deals with her own assumptions. But oh my gosh he's smitten and if there's gonna be a part 3 I'll lose my mind.

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COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

When it Comes to You... by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 I mean, if anyone's gonna get violently protective over his girl, it just might be Veracruz. I mean, to make you his priority during an ambush? To come back victorious and rail the crap out of you afterward? That's the dream....

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DAVE YORK

First Kill by @hopeamarsu 🪐 Holy balls, this is a beautiful little character study on Dave. Hope goes inside his head during a therapists' session where he's asked about his first kill, and it is menacing AF. Take a look at this piece, because it is bomb.

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EZRA

Gravity by @insomniamamma 🪐 J has a way with Ezra that I'm just addicted to. I know she loves him deeply, always takes so much care with him, gets his soft side just right. She makes me yearn so very hard for this man...his physical gracelessness a grand contrast to the gracefulness of his devotion. My goodness, I love this fic.

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PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms Listen. It's a little mixed trope drabble about Pero as your bodyguard that might not mind being mistaken for your boyfriend and I could take 10K of this thanks.

Bangathon fics Cowgirl and Missionary by @prolix-yuy I may be a broken record, but I just cannot get enough of a solem and sour protector who only shows his vulnerability behind closed doors. I knew better than to read LJ's take on him and expect to remain unmelted.

Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky This is just the very cutest. Of course Pero knows his way around knives, but pumpkin carving doesn't go exactly as you planned. In fact, it goes much sweeter.

Seed by @perotovar I love a Pero that is hot for his wife whether or not she can concieve. And that the want for a baby that hasn't come yet doesn't make them sad...it just makes them want to try harder! Soft and sweet and spicy all at once. Just like I like him.

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FRANKIE MORALES

Ring Toss by @morallyinept Look. It's a simple concept. Frankie brings you donuts because Frankie loves you. You're resisting because you're on some silly diet. Donuts have holes. Frankie's got something that will fit in that hole. One temptation is bad enough, but two sticky treats together? Resistance is futile.

Questions and Stories part 1 and part 2 by @never--doubt 🪐 I love this concept of Frankie and reader's daughter asking them how they met and functioned as soulmates, how love takes work, and the mechanic of not being able to see one particular color until your aoulmate finds you....

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EDDIE THE VAMPIRE (WITH MAX PHILLIPS)

An Act of Kindness by @missredherring This is a very sweet intro to a really lovely dynamic between a vampire reader and a fledgling. Oh my balls, Eddie needs help and she's such a good teacher. And he's so smitten with her in the cutest way... And of course, Max being Max, which is to say, Max being a douche.

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JAVIER PEÑA

Summer Kiss Prompt - Apology Kiss by @something-tofightfor I cannot deal when strong men recognize thier trauma and try to do better. It's clear here that Javi hasn't learned how to let someone else take the lead with him yet, but the growth that's comes is beautiful.

Summer Kiss Prompt - Lazy Kiss by @something-tofightfor Rachael does slice of life so well. There's something very wonderful about Javi's focus on his work to the point where he forgets to take care of himself, and maybe even lovlier about the woman who makes sure he eats something and has himself a break now and then...

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TIM ROCKFORD

Rockford and Roan 4 by @littlemisspascal I am so in love with Rae's soft soulmate stories, she always knows how to warm my heart. This one has some darker elements what with Tim investigating crimes....BUT THERE'S ALSO A DOG THIS TIME.

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DIN DJARIN

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch A soft and lovely story staring a black reader, wherein Din learns about the ritual and culture of her hair, how it links her to her family, how much a part of her it is...and therefore how much a part of himself. I just wanna curl up in this, it's so cozy.

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

FENNEC SHAND

A Different Way of Life by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Yes. Yes this is what I want. To run away for adventure only to find I really ran away with the love of my life...who just happens to be a bounty hunter and a ton of fun.

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DICK GRAYSON

Seasons of Love by @captainsophiestark 🪐 I don't know much about this character, but he seems very sweet and loving. A jump through time in a relationship involving ties to the Wayne family.

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[poppy-metal]

i'm sorry if this isn't the kind of thing you care about so feel free to delete but sometimes when i listen to music i picture how it relates to my current fixation and i'm so in love with art right now but everything is so angsty and then i read your fail marriage au and cried.

anyway i was listening to this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams and all i can think about is reader having a whirl wind romance with art in highschool and college where you dreamt about being his trophy wife and he's a hotshot tennis player and you have babies and a beautiful house together but it fizzles out because he meets tashi and becomes obsessed with her and it just makes me sad 😂

the lyrics "she appears in dreams, chasing after me" is just 🫡 because let's be real tashi is a bad bitch and a scary person to have as an adversary and to have the love of your life love her instead? OUCH.

but also even tho you don't have art and he's with tashi or maybe they're not together but he still wants her i feel like he would be so hard to get over? like he's a lover boy hardcore and he's so good at making you feel so special and the most important person in the room and that was you for years and now it's not- how do you move on from that? i feel like it would leave a lot of emotional damage 😂

anyway very sorry if this is too ramble-y or you don't care but i wanted to share my thoughts 💜

you dont. you dont move on. you kill yourself in front of him and hope the image of it burns into his retnas and prevents him from moving on out of pure truama and guilt. u hope everytime your daughters say "i miss mommy," his eyes get glassy and he thinks about how he fucked it all up and his voice chokes when he says, "i miss her too." u hope he hates himself so much he becomes a husk. u hope tashi looks at him and is unimpressed with how pathetic he turned out to be. u hope he spends everyday living in regret until he takes his final breath and only feels relief at the cusp of death at the thought of seeing you again - and begging for forgiveness.

or. you know, we could make it a little more hopeful and alot more horny by opening your marriage and discovering a whole lot about yourself like - hey, maybe i wanna fuck tashi too. maybe i also wanna fuck arts best friend, patrick. maybe i like anal. maybe I'd like to travel to italy or paris and ride a roller-coaster for the first time and gorge myself on fatty unhealthy food and not worry about being perfect for once. maybe I'd like to be selfish. maybe I'd like for my husband to fall back in love with the woman he met in the high-school parking lot with gum stuck to her new neon pink crocs. maybe I'd like to fall back in love with the man i met in high-school with the angel halo hair and the soft smile and the too big for his head ears that kneeled down to scrape the gum off for me. maybe.

BUT ‼️‼️‼️ I DIGRESS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[devilsrecreation]

Outlander ship headcanons

Disclaimer: Lot of oc x canon

- Reptiles have a very different way of showing affection. For the snakes and lizards, they touch noses. The crocodiles actually kiss each other by touching the tips of their snouts or one kisses the other like in this image:

Another way is how one puts their head under their mate’s neck and nuzzle it

- Monitor lizards, however, touch both their noses AND lips

- Crocodiles usually don’t show too much affection in public but Pua and Kuimba were a completely different story. They showed affection for each other all the time. They didn’t care if they were in public or private, if they wanted to flirt with each other, they’d do it. The other crocs wouldn’t dare say anything about it. They knew their leader’s love was too powerful

- The quickest way to make Makuu change his mind is for Ucheshi to simply kiss him

- Like Goigoi, Ucheshi has nicknames for Makuu. There’s “honey”, “baby”, “sugar jaws”, occasionally “Mak-kute” when referring to him

- Whenever Jasiri starts feeling stressed about ruling the Outlands, Janja will come over and give her an affectionate cuddle. It’s the least he could do after everything she does

- Chungu loves how soft and fluffy Aibu’s fur is, so he buries his face in it and uses it as a pillow. It always breaks her

- Cheezi immediately gained a crush on Nguvu when Chungu pointed her out. When Nguvu came over, the first thing he said was “Sorry, I don’t speak English bye!” and ran off. Nguvu’s reaction was “Huh. Weird dude….I’m gonna marry that weird dude”

- Aibu tends to go to Reirei for advice for asking Chungu out cuz she too has an idiot love interest. It was through her when she finally confessed

- Speaking of Reirei and Goigoi, they met as pups. Reirei was trying to get a snack when she overheard someone calling for help. Turns out, Goigoi had somehow gotten himself stuck in a log or a hole in a tree (don’t ask). She was luckily able to pull him out and they hung out ever since.

- Goigoi started calling her “honey paws” after Reirei accidentally stepped in honey as teens. It literally just slipped out and she just accepted it

- Njano’s the reason why Hodari and Kinyonga are together. Didn’t exactly like it at first after the events of “Undercover Kinyonga”, but he was still the best wingman(lizard) ever. He actually pushed Hodari into her so they could kiss

- Hodari and Kinyonga are like the cutest couple ever. They’re so awkward and sweet with each other

- Kenge surprisingly has a tender side and Maji is literally the only one who he really shows it around. He’ll confide in her whenever something is bothering him and she’ll give him her thoughts. It’s pretty impressive how she can read right through him

- He’s also really easy to seduce but he won’t admit it

- Hukumu sang “I won’t say I’m in love” when she realized she started to fall for Kiburi. No I will not take criticism

- Kiburi on the other hand had a hard time realizing it cuz he never really felt this sort of romantic connection before

- Who made the first move with Kiburi and Hukumu’s float:

- Kiburi and Hukumu both did. They leaned close and nuzzled

- Erevu had to make the first move. Tamka was either too shy or too clueless at the moment lmao

- Technically, Nduli. He anxiously leaned in and touched his nose under Kuamua’s chin. She told him he missed and the next thing he knows, she was nuzzling him. Nduli celebrated afterward

- Janja, Njano and Nduli all get super flustered when their respective mates flirt with them. Even saying their name makes them lose their shit at times

For example:

“Oh Nduli~”

*flustered Nduli noises*