#also those prints on the dresses are gorgeous!

[historical-fashion-polls]

from the submitter: this is my favourite vintage postcard that i've collected! the postcard itself was created and sent ca. 1910s, but the lovely ladies in the art appear to be wearing late 1700's fashion!

submitted by @seeraphina 💚💜

[fugly-jeans]

husb & i walked by our straight male friend who I have very much been at odds with lately on the way to our dinner date & he texted the gc to tell me/our friends that I “looked fire emoji in that dress” and my ego has never been more fed in my life lol

he is self-professed only into “cute girls” (his ex looked 10 years younger than she was and weighed about 110) and I am plus sized and very much consider myself a woman who looks her age - I would lowkey be horrified if he was actually *attracted* to me, but it’s nice to be told I’m hot (because I am!)

[nosyrobin]

Imagine on Halloween the Supersons trio are dressed as their parents, Damian Batman, Jon Superman, and Wonderboy!Reader having to be with his mom's lol

“TRICK OR THREAT!”

Pair: Superson Trio

Summary: going trick or treat wearing the costumes of their parents, only one of them is embarrassed.

Genre: Fluff.

|| note: the boys are 13 also I love this idea! ||

“Mommm!” Y/N yelled embarrassed, he didn’t expect to wear his mom’s costume. Well he did, he just thought it would be pants for the costume, but no. It was her usual costume she fights in daily. Rope, crown, shield, and sword. And the blue and gold-colored high waisted star printed skater skirt. With shorts under them of course. Diana smiles at her son, “Cmon pumpkin. You look like a mini me as of now!” Diana takes another picture of the boy who held a flustered face. He immediately covered his face embarrassed.

“I hope Damian and Jon aren’t coming…” y/n says to himself. “Actually they’re outside right now.” Diana says with a smile, taking one last photo of Y/N. “What?! No, no! Those two idiots can’t see me like this!” Diana narrowed her eyes at her child. “Why not. Do you not appreciate looking like a warrior?” Y/N opened his mouth to argue but the motherly glare dared for the boy to say something. Shutting his mouth he groaned, “Whatever.” Diana goes to the door and opens it for Bruce and Clark to enter with their mini them.

Damian was dressed as Batman, and Jonathan as his father, Superman. The boys were excited to see how Y/N would look, and boy did they have a laugh at the Amazon male. Damian held a hand to his mouth as Jon cackled holding his stomach. “Omg! -wheeze- you’re wearing a skirt!” Jonathan says pointing to Y/N who looked ready to punch Jonathan. “So what! Warriors wore skirts regardless of gender like men.” Y/N huffs and pokes Jonathan hard at his chest.

Damian was done laughing, wrapping an arm around the angry Amazon. “Prince, it’s fine to be Wonder Woman. At least you look like a warrior still.” Damian says snickering. Jonathan nodded smiling, Y/N shrugged off the arm of the boy wonder. “Whatever, let’s just go trick or treating.” Y/N walked pass the two boys who immediately followed after the Amazon male. Clark smiles at the trio, he had finished chatting up with Bruce and Diana. “Okay kiddos, let’s get this rolling!” Clark says opening his truck, Jon gets in quickly with a smile, excited. Damian grabbed Y/N’s hand gently and helped the Amazon male in like a gentle man. Damian held a smug grin, Y/N glared at Damian and pulled his hand back.

“Stop that.” “Of course your majesty.” “Ughhh!”

The car ride was calming for the less, Y/N had his arms crossed over his chest. Damian was looking outside of the window as Jon was singing songs with his father. Damian peeked over at the boy between him and Jon. He couldn’t help but smile, the boy was gorgeous. Jon was doing the same, the two boys haven’t noticed they were staring at the Amazon male for so long to the point Y/N felt irritated at the feeling of the stares. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer bozos.” Damian smirked. “I wished I’d taken a photo.” Y/N whipped his head at the boy.

“Watch yourself Wayne.” Y/N says with a glare. Jon laughed a little. Finally Clark stopped in the middle of a busy neighborhood. “Alright kids, remember I’ll be right here and if you kids need me. I’m already listening for yall.” Clark says pointing to his ears. “Thanks pops!” Jon says happily, exiting the truck. Jon helped Y/N out, he didn’t care that the sassy Amazon male didn’t need help. But it felt good for Jon to help the boy out.

“Let’s have funnn!” Jonathan says excitedly with Damian and Y/N smiling at the golden retriever boy. “Let’s!” Y/N soon yelled out with a wide smiled. And the trio started to go nuts, going for the big houses. Damian was of course getting gasps as he was the son of a billionaire. Y/N and Jon was having fun seeing adults suck up for Damian and then Jon. Jon for his adorable looks. Y/N was smiling at his bag of candy, he didn’t notice some boys and girls staring at him. Protectively, Jon and Damian blocked Y/N from their view. They continued their trick and treating. Damian slickly putting some of his candy in Y/N’s bag.

It was going great! Until some kids had seen the Amazon boy, kids from the school Y/N goes to. The kids were a bunch of idiots with no hobbies except to make fun of others, and they seen Y/N with the two supersons.

“Hey sissy!” Y/N immediately turned around with a hardened expression, the Amazon male didn’t see how Damian and Jon was already in a formation by the Amazon boy. “I didn’t know that Y/N Prince was a sissy! Can’t wait to tell the school this.” The kid said, Y/N walked forward, wiping his sword out. “You dare make fun of me!” The kid snickered, “That’s a toy sword, what are you gonna do princ—" with a quick slash in the air, the tire of the bike was flattened. The air was quiet with a smug Amazon boy, a proud Wayne, and surprised Kent. “What’s that? That’s the sound of a flatten tire. NOW SCRAM!” Y/N yelled pointing his sword in the direction the kids came from.

The kids grabbed their bearings and ran off, but the kid still had one thing to say. “You’re still a sissy!” Y/N growled under his breath, ready to chase them before Jon placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Shaking his head no, Damian had a smug look with crossed arms.

“That was amazing Prince. Very amazing.” Damian says standing by Jon and Y/N. “Dude.” Jon says not impressed by his best friend’s antics.

Y/N scoffs and puts his sword back into its hold. “Whatever..let’s just get more candy and head home. “ the Amazon boy walks away from the two, the two can clearly sense something had trouble the boy. Jon and Damian look at each other and immediately try and corner the boy. But Y/N was speed walking through crowds of children. “Y/N.” Damian says, Y/N almost stopped but kept walking. Jon sighs and immediately grabbed Y/N, “Dude. Whatever that guy said to you earlier, isn’t true. You’re still the most masculine boy I ever known!” Jon says with a soft smile.

Damian nods, smoothly interlocking his fingers with the Amazon boy. Y/N blinked at his two best friends. “I..-sigh- thank you for your concern but it’s not that.” Damian and Jon raised a brow. “Then what is it Y/N?” Damian asked. Y/N looks down embarrassed. “I’m cold….” The chilly air of fall had hit the boy’s legs ever since they had exited the truck of the Kent. Jon and Damian laughed. “That’s all?” Damian asked. Y/N nodded with a sunken in lip. “Alright, let’s hurry this up then.” Damian says pointing up by the street.

With a still embarrassed Amazon, Damian and Jon wrapped their capes around the boy. It brought them closer as the two boys held each hand of Y/N. Walking through the neighborhood for the end of the night of Halloween.

[strawberryteabunny]

This is a super interesting question! And I think nuzzle’s answer is great and covers a lot of the issues with replicas. I wanted to add some of my own thoughts on this too but it got long so I’m adding a cut. Also, I'm going to be speaking specifically about print replicas, rather than design replicas like tea party shoes or heart bags.

I completely agree that even the biggest of lolita brands are actually ‘indie’ in the grand scheme of things. They absolutely do not have their financial futures guaranteed and do suffer from losing business to shops that make cheap replicas or knock-offs (I feel similarly about the very low quality ‘lolita’ found on Shein or aliexpress even when it’s not a direct replica- it tends to be extremely low quality and is hurting Japanese, Chinese, and Western indie brands that put a lot of effort into making beautiful, quality pieces). I don’t think that lolita is dying but it’s true that some Japanese brands have had to close stores or raise prices or change their style/marketing due to financial pressures. This isn’t entirely due to replicas of course but they are part of it.

Even when you’re buying a replica of an item that no longer exists or from a brand that no longer exists, you’re still supporting a company that makes replicas, and their other replicas are almost certainly going to include existing pieces. And, like nuzzle said, this is still art theft; if you consider it morally wrong to steal other peoples’ art and ideas, then what these brands are doing is morally wrong as well, even if all of the art they're stealing is not bringing direct profit to the brands it belongs to.

I also think you're hurting yourself in some ways by buying replicas; it's impossible to create a replica that is much cheaper than the original piece without cutting corners on quality. Lolita brands don't purposely overprice their items; lolita clothes are just inherently expensive due to the amount and quality of fabric, lace, ribbon, and trims, plus the time and expense it takes to conceptualize and draw a print and get custom fabric made, then the labor to make these dresses, and all in multiple colors and cuts and with accessories. A replica company is going to have to use lower quality fabric, lace, and print and construction quality in order to sell the dress for cheaper and still make a profit. For you, this means you're paying money for something that's not actually going to be as nice to wear as the dress you truly want. (And I'm curious what you mean by 'very overpriced'; many lolita dresses when they're still in good condition are going to be worth over $100-$200 on the secondhand market because they're in high demand. Considering they're $300+ new, this may be more than you're willing to pay, but it isn't necessarily overpriced).

This difference in quality, plus a general familiarity with popular prints/designs, is what's going to make it obvious to other lolitas that you're wearing a replica, especially in person. To be honest, people will probably judge you for it. Not saying they're right to judge, or that they'll ever say anything to you, but yeah if a new lolita turned up to a meet wearing a replica, it would not help them make friends.

I do however understand why people might want to buy a replica; especially as an oldschool fan, there's a ton of dresses and prints out there that I really want, but that are way too rare or expensive for me to ever own them. There's also the question of dresses not being the right size, or a brand being defunct meaning there's no chance of a re-release ever happening, etc. But I also know that a replica also isn't truly the dress I want, and the quality and history of lolita is a big part of why I love it- the nice cotton fabrics and beautiful old cotton laces, the history of the piece. Unfortunately I think that's just the lot of being part of a niche subculture, that there's going to be things you'll covet but never get to have.

The question though of "is it okay" is something you have to decide for yourself, I think- it's like, "is it okay to wear a dress without a blouse/petticoat" or "is it okay to alter lolita dresses". It may be frowned upon or cause a ton of discourse or not be a 'proper' lolita coord but there isn't some kind of lolita fashion police that will arrest you for it. Ultimately it's up to you what you do with your money and your clothes and no one can stop you. I think in a lot of ways, seeking external validation for what you wear in lolita isn't right either; your fashion should make you happy personally, not be something you wear for the approval of others. My personal feelings are against replicas, but that doesn't mean everyone does or should feel the same way.

I hope you don't mind if I ask a question I'm a noobie in egl and jfashion in general and I was wondering if it's ok to purchase replicas that are permanently discontinued or from defunct brand's? I don't want to support replicas but a lot of my dream items are very overpriced on the aftermarket :'(

it's no problem at all! apologies for my answer being quite long, i have a lot of thoughts on this.

depending on who you ask, the answer to this question will almost always differ. the whole replica debate has been quite controversial for a long time. what you decide to do is ultimately up to you and your beliefs. given that you're new to the fashion, it would be best to give yourself time to form your own opinion. i'm not trying to dissuade you with my answer or seem impartial, so i would like to remind you that you're completely free to disagree or do your own research! with that being said, i'm open to explaining what i personally think about it and why i hold the opinion that i do.. but first, some initial context and history on replicas:

if you comb through old discussions on blogs and on livejournal in the early 2000s, replicas were a lot more common with less stigma surrounding them compared to now. you could chalk this up to a number of reasons: comm members being young at the time, japanese brands not being nearly as accessible as they are now, sales platforms being underdeveloped without all of the rules we know today being in place yet, and for the same reason that there were a lot of general unrelated misunderstandings of the fashion itself back then, ignorance. it understandably takes a lot of time to research certain topics, especially with the existing language barrier and the fashion still being rather new to a majority the west at the time.

the general consensus on replicas has changed, or rather, evolved since then. to give a fair warning, a decent amount of replicas are often frowned upon within the community. that's not to say all replicas are, or that the community operates as a hivemind, because others will disagree with this sentiment. rather than there being an existing black and white answer i could provide you with, it's more so determined on a case by case basis. there are varying levels of what's deemed acceptable versus unacceptable, depending on a combination of some specifics of the item itself and who you ask. most people tend to go by the standards of the FAQ of lacemarket—the largest and currently most commonly used EGL sales platform—which (reluctantly) allows design replicas of nonprint dresses and accessories like bags and shoes, but disallows replicas of dresses with prints, brand-created mascots and characters, or any brand name logos. this portion of the FAQ was borrowed by the illegal replica item guidelines first written and enforced in 2012 by the moderators and admin of the original secondhand EGL sales platform predating LM—egl_comm_sales on livejournal. from what i remember, these were initially instated due to legal threats from AP.

they're both linked for you to check them out yourself, but to give a short explanation: design replicas that aren't copyrightable are not illegal to sell. both guidelines have been determined by what is considered legal or illegal under US/Japan's copyright laws.

a couple of lolita brands, namely ones that retail in the US and that can afford a lawyer to assist them through the process, do have trademarks registered here.

(1 / 2 / 3)

i don't support most replicas personally, and don't own any myself. that's not to shame others for doing so, it's simply a matter of personal opinion. i do think replicas are more "convenient" so to say, when it comes to availability, affordability and sizing for many.. but it's important to consider that this convenience is made available at the expense of the designers and the company itself. when it comes down to it, i strongly believe it's art theft.

many have justified replicas by citing that certain brands are "large enough" for it to not matter, and that it's only hurtful to "indie brands" but are heavily overestimating the size of said "big" brands to begin with. despite brands being largely known and considered "big" within lolita, i find even the biggest examples to be miniscule outside of the subculture itself. lolita brands are considered to be "luxury fashion," but that's specifically within lolita. when compared to near universally known large corporation designer luxury brands that also get replicated, take Chanel or Gucci for example, they are different in many ways. brands like Angelic Pretty and Baby are very well known strictly in terms of the lolita community.. as the biggest brands that exist, really. but to put it into perspective: when we leave this already very niche sphere of fashion, a typical person on the street is very unlikely to recognize or know of either of these brands, but very likely to know the popular "normie" luxury brands. when comparing profits, number of clothing articles and accessories produced, or even the number of employees behind these operations—they're in completely different leagues. AP and BTSSB make, give or take if i had to loosely estimate, somewhere between 100~200 of each release. according to what (limited information) could be obtained through public records, each are reported to have about 60~68 employees. purely taking these as estimation references rather than exact numbers due to it being quarterly report data. so where does this leave the rest of lesser known lolita brands if these two are at the top? the numbers on all counts would (assumingly) be even lower.

(1 / 2)

i do think replicas are hurtful to the fashion/hobby itself due to how niche the hobby is and small the community is. realistically, there isn't a plethora of endless brands we have to choose from. it's important to show support to the brands we do have available to us to keep them up and running and to not take them for granted. brands, especially ones running on a smaller scale, come and go throughout the years. many of them discontinue due to lack of sales. i find that funneling money to producers of replicas doesn't always take away money from these brands, for example: it wouldn't necessarily directly impact a release that isn't currently being sold, or a defunct brand as the one you mentioned. however, almost everything is available secondhand with patience.. and if at a higher price, waiting for a different listing of it, budgeting, saving, or sometimes even negotiating a hold or a payment plan with the seller are all options. there's always a question of, "if i'm buying something secondhand, the brand isn't directly getting my money anyway.. the seller of the dress is. so why does it matter?" but buying brands secondhand also supports brands. any money that isn't going towards replicas that harm brands is still helping, even if indirectly. buying replicas does financially support the production and the practice of making them, and other replicas they may be making that could be harming active brands and designers. this includes websites that advertise their replicas as originals and scam the unknowing.

plus, for what it's worth: it helps to imagine yourself in the shoes of the designer. i always think that if i created a design or had drawn something original that i was proud of, and if it were stolen and reproduced for someone else's profit, i'd be pretty upset about it. if i love a design enough to want to buy it, i would not want to offend or harm the individual who made it. for some of us, they're just products or clothes. but a lot of these were once, or still are, the designer's dream or passion.. a soulful creative project made out of love and made with a lot of effort. replicas are like thieves of originality and of this inspiration, in a way.

i believe avoiding replicas is not only ethical, but it lends to the existence and longevity of the fashion as we know it (a slow fashion, not a fast one.) i love the fashion and subculture and will always choose to support the brands we have while we still have them, both directly and indirectly.

[soxcietyy]

Aima University

Vampire Yuta x reader

Tw: blood, assault, biting, vampires

You have been chosen to tour one of the most prestigious University’s in the country. It’s known to be very hard to get into and not many people talk about what goes on inside. It seems like a great school at first until you stumbled by a horrific scene.

You’ve won… you couldn’t believe you had won a chance to step into a prestigious University. This gave you a better chance of actually getting in to attend the school. One of the best and hardest university’s to get into. Everyone you knew was dying to get into it and you were no different. It was your dream to become part of the school ever since you were little. You couldn’t help but read the letter over and over not being able to believe it. Those shiny cursive letters printed into the paper spelling out, congratulations.

Your hands shook as you held the paper to your face, tears wanting to fall from your face as you felt almost relieved that your hard work actually got you here. You would have to hold them in for now because you wernt fully admitted yet. You had to remind yourself that this was a tour for the people who had a chance to get in.

The day of the tour you made sure to dress in a way you stood out but not too much. That being a black skirt, your favorite top, and some loafers. Knowing other people would dress more in the comfortable side you felt confident. The second you got off the bus you felt so nervous. You stood in front of these huge gates that blocked the outside world from peeking inside this gorgeous building. It was a huge Roman styled building that had so many statues surrounding it. You couldn’t believe how pretty it looked from afar.

"Alright girls we’ll be taking you to the event room where we have everything se up. Please follow me and don’t stray around. We won’t tolerate such behavior and you will be black listed from ever attending here." An old man that appeared out of no where says as he waved you girls to follow along.

From what you’ve heard male and females were separated during the tour for a better experience and it also made it easier for the higher ups to pick who they want admitted.

As you girls walk through the gates you made your way deeper into the campus. The girls couldn’t help but point and gasp whenever we passed one of there male students. You couldn’t lie they were good looking men but that’s not why you were here. Dating wasn’t even a thought of yours because you were so focused on your academics. Such a thing would distract you from your goal an oh my g-.

Your eyes caught sight of one of the most handsome boy’s you’ve ever seen. He was surrounded by other guys and a few girls. He laughed and smiled at the people who spoke to him. You didn’t have a type but if you did it would absolutely be him. He was a tall, pale guy, with jet black hair, dark blue eyes, and had such sharp features. He wore the schools dark blue uniform that complimented him so much.

It’s almost as if he knew you were looking because his eyes went from his friend to making direct eye contact with you. You looked away feeling embarrassed about being caught. Dragging your eyes back to your guide you continued to follow along making sure not to get lost.

Eventually you made it to the event room that looked so bougie. It had so many round tables that had plates and tea cups placed on them. The interior was decorated very nicely but it was a bit dark inside of here. It could use a more light or they could simply open up the windows.

You girls were soon directed to sit down and talk among each other while they went around collecting everyone’s phones. They had a no recording rule and knowing that not everyone follows the rules they had to do something about it. As the girls in your table spoke you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger around the room. You wernt sure what you were looking for but they somehow managed to find themselves looking at the same guy from earlier. This time he was looking back at you with a odd expression.

"I heard that you have a way better chance of getting in if you swoo the students or higher ups. At least that’s the word around here. Goodness I’m so excited! You girls have no idea how long Iv been waiting for this opportunity to come!" An olive skinned girl said as she played with her cured hair.

"I think there might be more to it. I mean they do really heavy back ground checks and more." You put your finger on your lips.

"You’ll see I was right when I get in. I’ll swoon that guy over there." She points at a blonde guy who was standing against the wall.

You looked at her with an amused look. "I’ll get in for being special then." You wink at her.

"Ah you girls must be the future students!" You view was blocked by someone who stood in your way. Looking up you see a guy with pink hair in front of you.

"Oh no! We’re just here for touring! You have an absolutely beautiful school!" The girl that was talking not too long ago said. If you recalled right she had introduced herself as Sabrina

If all it took was to Swoo the people here then that’d be disappointing if that was the case. You thought it took brains and standards to get admitted. The boy introduced himself as Yuji Itadori one of the captains to a sports teams here. He said that he was going to give us a tour of the place. That being the sports arenas, dining hall, library, and more.

"Before we can do any of that I have to give the mandatory speech. If I don’t I will be killed, literally haha." He said as he sat down in the chair infront of him.

Another boy ran and whispered something in his ear before he could even speak. It seemed to be something about the girl who was talking not too long ago because they both looked at her after talking. Yuji gave his friend a firm nod before continuing his speech.

"Today is a special day for you girls, it’s our fifth year anniversary of finally accepting women into the school. After it being an only boy school for so long. This is your opportunity to show off and stand out. We want to see your excitement and determination to getting in here. If it becomes too much for you please advise me. You have no idea how many girls have gone missing because they felt overwhelmed… anyways let’s start the tour!

Remember no wandering around, such behavior Will Not Be Tolerated."

He said as he stood up.

Your group of ten girls followed him along the school but you couldn’t help but get the feeling of being followed too. He talked greatly about the school and what they had to offer. The clubs, sports teams, organizations and there famous plasma donation event they held every year. It wasn’t something that peaked your interest but clearly everyone did it here. He continued on talking about the plasma donation and how you girls would be blood tested after leaving here because they care about the health of the students. Sounded more like they didn’t want anyone who was diagnosed with something. So much for a non discriminatory school.

Aa you guys continue to walk you noticed that the good looking guy was now in the lavatory building with you guys. As you almost awed over him you felt a sudden cold swish of air hit you making your skin crawl. Goosebumps appeared on your arm making you turn your attention towards the direction. Thought there was nothing in sight. You found it quite odd seeing how that happened while you were indoors. Your eyes glazed around the area. Then a swinging foot caught your eyes.

Your look back at the group and noticed someone had gone missing. You counted heads and noticed that the one that had gone missing was Sabrina. Could it be that she escaped so she could find that guy?

"Um excuse me but I think someone has gone missing." You say point into the group.

Yuji stops speaking and looks blankly at you as he tilts his head. "Is that so?" He puts his hand on his chin.

You give him a nervous nod seeing how he was boring holes in your face.

"Students tend to do that when they can’t handle the environment. That’s why we do this tour, to see who’s capable of handling the stress before it even begins!" He smiles.

It didn’t make sense, how could she run away? She seemed very determined and excited about coming here. There’s no way she would have ran away just a few minutes into the tour.

"Do you think we can go look for her? I think she might be in trouble." You say.

"It’s prohibited for non students to wonder off by there own. We’re also on a tight schedule so we won’t be able too look for her. Don’t worry though if our students or staff find her she’ll be escorted to the authorities." He says.

For some reason that answer didn’t sit right with you.

"If I go look for her and catch up to the group later do you think I’ll get in trouble?" You ask him.

He lets out a sigh,"If you get back here before the tour ends I’ll pretend nothing happened. If you get caught running around I won’t be able to protect you."

"Fine," you say as you turn around and start walking towards the doors that were swinging not too long ago.

The door ended up taking you into a long hall full of portraits and decorations on the wall. There was so many windows making it probably the brightest place you’ve been into. Quietly you make your way down the hall. You didn’t know where to start but you had to figure it out quick before the tour ended. If you remember right on the pamphlet it was stated that it would end around five pm. It was currently three.

Looking down the hall you decide to walk all the way down towards the door at the end. The closer you made you way there the more you got the whiff of something metallic lingering in the air. You found it odd but you remember your tour guide mentioning you where in the science building. Maybe it was the chemicals they were using.

At some point you found it unbearable and had to cover your nose with your hand. The more you smelled it the bigger your headache became. Not only that but your gut was feeling sick.

As you stood near the door you could hear a muffled groans and whimpering coming from the other side of the door. Could she have gotten hurt? Before you could open the door you realize it was cracked open enough for you too look inside. It would be better to make sure it was her and not someone else, if you got caught then this would be the end of your journey to get into the school.

Putting your left eye by the crack you look inside the room to see a group of guys huddled on the floor. They seemed to be arguing over something. Well thankfully you didn’t go inside because there was no sight of her but then what was the woman like cries? The more you looked the more unsettling the scene became.

Not only was the metallic smell so strong but it made the air seem so thick. The guys where all huddled around something on the floor. You look around the area to get any hints and that when you saw it. A leg that had some familiar black Mary Jane’s with a star anklet around it. Your breath hitches as you realized that these men could potentially be doing something to her. Her leg twitched as one of them ran there disgusting hand over her leg.

You felt enraged and wanted to put a stop to the situation but what were you going to do? A weak girl against four men. Maybe you could report them to the higher ups.

You watched as one of them got out of your way to hold her delicate arm, bringing it up to his face as he ran the flesh under his nose. Another guy with blonde hair licked her neck before sinking his teeth into her. She lets out another whine as the other men skin their teeth into her. Letting out groans of satisfaction as they used her.

"Fuck, she’s taste so good and on top of that she’s so fucking gorgeous." One of them said.

"She made me feel so thirsty the second I laid eyes on her." Another one said but you remember him. He was the guy who whispered something to Itadori. Could it be that they both were in on it?

You let a shaky breath escape your lips making one of them snap there heads towards your direction.

You eyes widen as you notice them stand up and make their way to the door. Your legs began to move backwards on their own but you feel your back press against something… or maybe someone. Turning your head back you see their hand fly to cover your mouth, your eyes widen as he wraps his arm around you and drags you into the other room next over. You flare around trying to escape your kidnapper but it was no use he was abnormally strong.

Tears began to run down your face as you beg him not to do anything to you. Muffled cries and words came out as his hand still over your mouth.

"Shhh, everything is going to be okay. Let’s just stay here for a second." His soothing voice said as you were surrounded by the darkness in this pitch black room. He let his tight grip of you go and quickly turned you around and brought you into his embrace. Pressing you tightly against him as he holds your head against his chest. You couldn’t help but hyperventilate as everything was happening.

It was almost as if he knew someone was going to come in because a second later the door swung open. You flinch at the sudden slam and tightly hold his uniform shirt.

"I thought I heard something." The person at the door said.

"Yea?" The man’s chest you head rested on vibrated as he spoke.

"Y-yuta is that you?! There’s no way I just caught you feasting. Here I thought you were going to die of starvation. Guess instincts kicked in huh? " The man laughter.

"Are you an idiot or did you forget who your speaking to?"

"You no fun huh. Common man have you been pretending to not eat so people wound underestimate you?" the guy said before leaving.

When he was fully gone you push yourself off of him and fell to the ground. With the light that was now coming in through the door you could see a little bit better. The guy over you was the really good looking guy you’ve kept seeing throughout the tour. You couldn’t help but let out a sob from how scared you were.

His cold hands reached your face and wiped the tears away. "No need to cry, I’m not going to hurt you but everyone else might. You need to get going." He says trying to make you feel better.

"Are you also one of them?" You ask with tears still filling your eyes.

He looked at you sympatheticly but chose to ignore your question. He tried pulling away but you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back to you. He looked at you shocked before your hand touched his cheek, your thumb reaching his mouth. Pulling the upper right part of his lip to reveal his fangs. You let out a shudder as you pull your hand back. For a second you could have sworn you saw him blush.

"Sorry the smell of blood is really strong because of the room next to us. We should get going." He said with a sick look.

He pulls you up with him. Putting his arm over your shoulder he lead you down the hall and back to where you came from. It was a really quiet and awkward walk. He made sure to listen carefully and to make sure you were out of everyone’s sight. He made it his priority to get you back safely.

He ended up basically giving you a tour of the place because everywhere you guys searched leaded to empty rooms. Where in the world could they possibly be? There’s no way they finished early. Walking behind him you thought about different possibilities of there location. It was hard to think though as you noticed how he would sway and stumbled as he walked Infront of you. He seemed to be very weak and unhealthy. It like he could collapse at any given moment.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.

He hults his movements and turns his head a bit to look at you from the corner of his eye. He closes his eye before slowly opening them again.

"Just tired."

You decide to walk next to him and examine him. You understood that he didn’t eat from the conversation he had with the other vampire. Would he die if he did not eat soon? You would feel bad if he did since he helped you after all. Maybe you should offer him something. Would it be weird if you offered him your blood?

"If you want you can have a bit of m-"

"No" he cut you off.

Well he ended that quickly…

It took him a second before he frowned and said, "Sorry, I just can’t consume blood. I have the instinct of wanting too but when I do I end up throwing up and I’m just loosing more if I try to eat rather than not eating.

Why am I even telling you this?… I think I’m going mad." He sighs as he starts to walk again.

He didn’t seem to noticed that his pace quickened, making it harder for you to catch up. Damn him and his long legs. As you tried to keep up with him you end up falling onto the ground.

Luckily the floor was tiles and not concrete. It would have been bad if you somehow got injured. You would have probably started bleeding and Yuta might of thrown up if he smelled it. He quickly helped you back up and put you back on your feet. You put your hand on your chest for support but quickly jerked it back as you felt a sharp pain. He looked at you confused on the sudden action before you showed him your palm.

It was impaled with the pin that should have been on his shirt. It somehow ended up losing the backing to it. Most likely when you pulled his shirt in the room. You bit your lip as you tried to pull it out but you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing.

"I’m so sorry but can you pull it out? I can’t do it I’m too scared."

Yuta furrows his brow as he grabs your hand. You quickly look away as he pulls it out fast. The pain was quick but it was soon over. Well except for the part where blood was oozing out of your hand. You gasp as you tried to stop it.

Once again Yuta had an unhappy look from not liking the situation. He patted his front pocket for his handkerchief just to find it missing. He cursed under his breath as he realized that he had to do.

"I’m going to have to suck it, if I don’t everyone else’s is going to smell it and start running here." Yuta grabbed you and shoved you into another room. This one seemed to be like a study room because there was only a white bored, a table, and a chair. The interior was also quite dark but cozy at the same time.

He quickly grabbed the small trash bin that sat on the corner and placed it on the table so he had a place to throw up. He then dragged the only chair in the room and took a seat while he sat you on his lap. Did he do this with anyone because he just sat you on his lap like it was no big deal.

He then quickly brought your hand to his mouth. He hesitated for a bit before actually beginning to suck.

He didn’t bury his teeth into to you, he simply sucked on the spot making you feel ticklish. You squeeze your eyes shut as the feeling felt a bit overwhelming but you couldn’t help but peak at his facial expressions. Would he throw up? Or would he actually like the taste of your blood.

You watched as he calmly sucked on the spot for a few seconds before swallowing what he had in his mouth. When he did his eyes had widen a bit as he licked his lips. He pulled your arm more to him making you get closer to him. Giving your hand soft small licks on the wound before going in once again to have a taste of your blood.

You were secretly glad that he enjoyed the taste of your blood. Maybe he was just really picky when it came to such thing? The more you looked the more he reminded you of a small animal that was feeding off of their mother. Small little moans came from him as he kept drinking. That was until he started to bite down unconsciously. Once you felt a sharp pain you gasp and tug your hand back a bit.

His eyes fluttered open as he looks at you. It was as if he was in a daze because after a few seconds he seemed to have snapped out of it. He now looked shocked and more alert. Not only that but he looked in disbelief about the current situation.

"I- I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I totally blanked out and I didn’t mean to suck so much, I was just trying to help and stop the blee-"

"Yuta," you interrupt him causing him to tense up.

"It’s okay, I understand you’re pretty hungry. I can give you more but no biting." You say as you run your hand over his flushed face.

You grab him and make him sit on the floor next to you so both of you could rest comfortably rather in one old wooden chair. As you got comfortable he carefully grabbed your hand and brought it to his soft lips making sure to not loose any time.

He inhaled the smell of your blood and gave it small pecks before going in once again. Is this what it felt like when a vampire sucks your blood? Would it be different if he was biting into it? You remember in books and shows that when they would bite down the person giving would get this euphoric feeling. Thought you also heard that if you got bit then you’d turn into one of them. You wernt sure if the shows and books were accurate but you didn’t want to take any chances.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he continued to eat. You could feel as he would relax on your body and hold your arm firmly. Making sure you wouldn’t take back your hand any time soon.

"Why do you taste so sweet, so fucking good, I just can’t seem to get enough." He inhaled deeply after swallowing. "Iv never enjoyed blood until now, I’m afraid that I’ll end up draining you." He rubs your hand on his face.

"Don’t drink too much or you’ll get a stomach ache, your not used to drinking human blood remember?"

You jolt at the sudden intrusion of a female voice. Yuta immediately stood up and had his fist ready to fight until he noticed who it was in front of him. He felt so embarrassed being caught so off guard. He was usually on his toes on high alert. Nothing would ever get past him until now.

"Shoko"

"I came in here because something felt off. Now I see what it is and I’m rather surprised. You found a human blood source that’s compatible with you. Do you know how happy the higher up are going to be when they find out you’re not going to die anymore? I was getting ready to hear news about you dying of starvation."

"Shoko please keep this between us. If other people find out then who knows what would happen to her." Yuta said.

The woman looked past Yuta to look at you who still sat on the floor. She looked at you up and down before asking if you were in today’s tour event. You give her a firm nod as she took a notebook and pen out of her doctors coat.

"I’m going to recommend her to attend this school. You’ll be a great use to one our best students here. Not only that but you’ll gain so much knowledge and recognition for just joining." Shoko held her hand out for you too shake. "It’s a win, win situation."

You look up at her and shook her hand.

"Welcome to Aima University."

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 22: Lipstick Prints

Photo: From Pinterest, JAW getting ready for the Golden Globes

Bearblr Promptober Day 22: Costumes

Summary: Carmy's getting ready for a costume party, and he learns he likes his girlfriend's lipstick prints on him. Fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, mentions of The Devil (Chef David), mentions of Donna Berzatto, Carmy is startled, comfort, fem reader/generic lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns. (1,611 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

22 Oct 2024

“Fuck me, Bear, you can’t go looking like that,” she said.

Don’t ask me how it happened (okay, maybe it had to do with her confessing that she wants to have children with me, what the fuck is my life), but I decided to accept Darling’s invitation to a costume party that people from her work were putting on. I don’t know, I had a weird sort of confidence that evening.

Had.

I froze while buttoning up my shirt, a sheer black number that I was pairing with a black suit. My stomach lurched. Did I break a social rule? The fuck did she mean, I couldn’t go looking like that?

“I-I’m sorry?” was all I managed to get out.

“I want to eat you.”

Oh. Oh, I suppose that was valid. I felt myself start to shrink, dammit.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t weird confidence. Maybe I was just fucked up enough to do something crazy in some asinine attempt to ward off gnawing guilt from refusing to pick up 3 calls from ma and then refusing to talk to her when Nat wandered into the kitchen with her on the phone. It was eating a hole through me, those stupid little bubbles on my phone and then Sug’s sad eyes. Missed call from Mom. The number of times I thought about blocking her number or deleting it, and then thinking better of it because surely, surely at some point Donna Fucking Berzatto was going to have a crisis bad enough that she’d call me, and I didn’t know if I could live with my guts twisting into knots knowing she—I don’t know—bled out in a car wreck because she was driving drunk again and I just happened to have her phone number blocked at the time.

Only to then not pick up the phone. To just stare at it while it buzzed at me, frozen in space, drowning in flashes of her tear-soaked face, the smell of stale cigarettes, cheap wine, that old, shitty perfume she wore to cover up the smell of booze. That sting from every time she hit me across the face in my agonizing eternity in that house. I would’ve thought I had enough of my shitty little life figured out to at least pretend to want to hear from her, to not care about her emotional manipulation, her gaslighting, listen to her spun stories, get lulled by her laugh only to get bit by her insults. I could certainly do it while I was in New York, so what changed in Chicago?

I hate admitting it, but I was more bulletproof in The Devil’s home.

Maybe it was because he never stopped whipping me. Kept the armor in check, the drawbridges up, the archers at the ready. And then when it stopped, the exhaustion set in.

And when Darling set in, the exhaustion amplified.

“Pretty boy?” She sung.

My attention and gaze snapped to her. Doorway of the bedroom, long plum-colored dress with a black cloak, a little witch’s broom slung over her back. Hood pooled around her shoulders. More eyeliner, darker, brought out the color in her eyes. Black lipstick. Why did I like that so much?

“Hi.”

“Hi. Hey. Sorry,” I mumbled. Raked back my hai—

“No, no, no don’t ruin it!” She hissed. She darted forward, brushed my hand out of the way, and messed with my hair. “It looks gorgeous right now; I wanna try to keep it that way.”

That’s right. She’d tackled my hair with water and some kind of leave-in conditioner or something, so it actually had a curl pattern instead of whatever bird’s-nest bullshit it ended up in from me dragging my fingers through it a thousand times a day. She had her mother of pearl necklace on. One new to me, a fine gold chain with a little medallion, was just barely visible above her cleavage.

She then started adjusting my shirt collar. “I didn’t think you would have something like this.”

“I own nice clothes. Just, uh, don’t have a ton of opportunities to wear them here.”

“No, I mean a sheer black dress shirt.”

“Yeah, I don’t really, um, have an explanation for that…”

She smoothed her hands down my chest. I fought to keep my eyes open. It was a problem now, how fast my eyes would drift shut if she touched me, how hard it was to stay focused on anything when she had her hands on me, or when I could pick up her scent. It wasn’t just that airy vanilla and citrus note either, there was a scent to her skin. Warm, musky, maybe a bit salty like an arid coastal town that barely qualified as coastal except for when the surf was rough, and that saltwater-laden air would drift further inland. It drove me insane.

“I like it,” she murmured, now tracing her thumb over my lips. “Very witchy. And I didn’t have to buy you a shitty costume.”

I hooked her chin, leaned in for a kiss, she pulled back, and—it was entirely instinct, maybe because of the whole phone call situation, maybe because of other past experiences—I jumped back. My heart shot to my throat and my face flooded with heat. Thinking about it now, the only logical reasoning is that I still had the phone ordeal on the brain because I was expecting her to snap at me. Or swing at me. Not once—not a single time, not once, not ever, no matter what happened—never, ever did Darling make me feel unsafe. Never. It’s why I could love her so much. Why I could crumble apart in front of her, why I could crawl to her after taking a beating during service and just lie on the couch with my head on her stomach and her hands in my hair, soul smarting, stinging, sometimes screaming in pain. I was always safe. Darling is safe.

A look of horror flashed on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” It came out as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Carm. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t want to get lipstick on you.” She raised her arms a little. Slowly.

And I collapsed into them. She squeezed me—I keep forgetting how fucking strong she is—but the tight hug was needed. Felt like it was holding me together. My heart was still pounding, and it was a million fucking degrees, but I pulled her flush to me, buried my nose in the crook of her neck, and drew in the deepest breath I could, focused on the vanilla, citrus, the warmth. She mumbled apologies repeatedly, pressed her lips to the side of my neck, somehow held me tighter. I wanted to tell her that she’d apologized enough, but words didn’t occur to me. It was honestly just nice to be held. I didn’t realize how badly I’d needed it all day.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’m okay, I just. I dunno, it wasn’t you, it was-it was other stuff today.”

She pulled back to study my face. “I don’t want you to be scared.”

“No, I’m-I’m okay.” I rubbed my eyes. I doubt it helped her feel better. “I just. I wasn’t expecting it is all.”

She leaned to the side. “Oh. I left a print on you.”

I turned and looked in the mirror. There was a black lipstick print on the side of my neck. It wasn’t perfect, a bit smeared from the angle she was at when she left it. The warmth drained from my face. Was replaced with a comfortable coolness.

“I like it,” I declared.

Her reflection arched her eyebrows. “Yeah?”

I stepped closer and studied the print. It still looked identifiably like her lips, dark gray all over with more of a black around the outside edge and a few little lines near the center of the print. Looked almost like an interesting tattoo. It was a strange sort of feeling, the feeling of being claimed, of being marked as hers. She’d been leaving those marks—lipstick prints, hickeys, bites, scratches—in places clothes could easily cover up for months already, but something about the imprint being so plainly visible, unmissable on the side of my neck, it was an addictive prospect.

Fuck, I could get a tattoo of it.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “I-I like it a lot.”

She stroked my cheek with her thumb. Giggled. “Should I start giving you kisses on your neck to take to wo—?”

“Yes.” I met her eyes. “Yes. Please.” Please, leave a mark on me that makes it obvious that I’m yours. Please, Darling, my love, my sweetheart—I need to show people I belong to you. I don’t know why, I’m not interested in knowing why, I just need it to be obvious to anyone and everyone, most of all, to myself, that I am yours.

It took a moment for a wicked grin to appear on her face. She tipped my head back, pressed her lips just to the side of my throat, right over my carotid. I swallowed a pleased sound and tried to ignore the stir of heat in my core—we needed to actually go to this damned party, after all—and was rewarded with a perfect lipstick print on the other side of my neck, visible from the front. She smoothed my shirt over my shoulders. Leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“There. That one’s for you to look at.”

I bit my lip. Nodded.

I was going to wreck her when we got home.

[momotorin]

make up — sana one shot

heyo! i'm back!!

sana x fem reader, fluff and smut, non idol! sana

with years of being married with your gorgeous wife, this is the first time you've seen her in such a light so alluring; bringing you in its vast warmth that it crawls to your skin as you feel, phantom in thought, her fingertips brushing on your cheek.

you had a long night— coming home from work, running into some problem with your car, the mechanic losing a part for the chassis; then the next thing you know? it's 3am, the lights are off and your wife is sound asleep as you made your way to bed. you feel guilty leaving her in such an uneasy state of worry on where you are, where you could've been, who you were with, even though she repeated many times on the phone that she understands that you just became very unlucky all of a sudden.you crawled your way to the bed, kicking off your leather red oxfords, still on your office clothes, and you pressed a kiss on your wife's crown.

she hummed as you pulled her close, shifted so she could see your face. she felt so guilty for letting you have this day on your own. and it's morning.

the daylight seeps into your closed eyelids in flesh red, and you open your eyes to see that you left yourself in such an uptight pajama, with your white dress shirt literally tucked out of your black slacks from all the moving. you noticed that your tie was gone, and sana is nowhere to be found.

so, you stood up, carried yourself to the bathroom sink and put a splash of water on your face to make yourself feel a little alive. the cold, crisp, clean water knocked your nerves to consciousness.

then, you went and opened your phone to see that it was a saturday. last night was a friday night, which you remember as you should've had dinner at wolfgang's with sana. well, fuck. you also see that it's already 11am, a little way past the half of it, so technically, it's almost noon.

"honey," you called out as you made way off your shared room. you found her, hogged up in a corner of your sofa, watching some variety show. "there you are."

"hey," she says as you filled the empty spot beside her. she removes the suede pillow in between you two, and she hogged up herself to you instead, slinking her arms around your shoulders as she lays her head on your shoulder. "i missed you. tough night, my love?"

"oh, you wouldn't hear the end of it if you listen." you chuckle. even just remembering the ridiculous circumstances of you being stuck in the osaka traffic made your head hurt.

she whispers, "we have the whole day to us."

"well, if you insist," you sigh, eyes closed as you removed her arms on your shoulders and put it on level as yours to make her much comfortable. you opened your eyes, starting to gather thoughts on how'd you tell her about your night. "but, you first. what did you do when i was away?"

she looked at you, obviously stunned that you found your way, yet again, of not answering her question first. "okay," she sighs. "if you wanna play that way."

"please?" you plead with your lower lip being out, tugging at her hand ever so lightly. she deeply sighs at defeat, "so, while you were away, i just answered your calls. i knew it was urgent, and found out that it's really one of those nights. of course, i missed you still, and i'm sad that we missed our date."

"i'm so s-"

"don't be," she chuckled. "you did your best to assure me where you are, and i'm really glad that you're the one who always calls to update me. i love that. i love you."

you place a peck on her lips, "i love you more."

"don't even get me started on that," she said. "okay, now, you shoot. what happened last night?"

"alright," you sighed, crossing your legs as you further melted to the sofa and to sana's touch. "you know how newspapers get published early morning?"

"yeah, you literally took me there to the printing," she said, pulling you closer to her and now you're fully leaning onto her. "but okay, go."

"there was this priority article we needed to make, it was about the ministry of finance, and i absolutely hate it when i'm the one assigned to it because they know that i suck at it," you chuckled, and sana just looks at you with concern as she passes her hands through your scalp.

"but i finished it, 10pm, before the printing of today's newspaper. so, i called you then, saying sorry that i missed our date and promised you that i'll be home before you sleep so we could sleep together. but that didn't happen because," you chuckled sarcastically, putting a hand on your forehead as your eyebrows come to a crease.

"it was fucking traffic. everywhere. i don't know why, i was just stuck in there on the way home and when i finally sped up when the road cleared, one of the oil pipes were slashed by a sharp object on the road. and the next mechanic stop was a kilometre away, so my oil was leaking everywhere when i got there."

you noticed that her hand made its way to your waist, then you interlocked it with yours and you brushed your thumb along her every knuckle. "and i called you again, 12am, telling you that. i was so tired, i slept at the benches when waiting for the car to be fixed. so i drove home, it was already 2:30am, and i didn't even have a soul. i'm just glad that i went home, you were already sleeping, and i almost cried because i was so guilty of missing a friday night with you."

"i told you, don't be," she assures. "that's so bad. i imagined it happening to me, and i realized that you'd understand what i've gone through too, so, it's not an afterthought that i'd be the same. but, i really did miss you, though."

you sigh, flipping on your stomach and now you're facing sana, your head now on her chest as you wrap your arms around her waist. "sorry, love," you said, closing your eyes and basking yourself in the warmth of sana. "i missed you a lot too," you looked up to her and meet her honey brown eyes. "how do i make it up to you?"

you trail your sight down to the crevices of her collarbones, realizing that she has your tie on. loose, pulled, and she's in her silk red pajama top.

you never thought that you'd be more stunned than you already are, but you shift, now sitting upright to observe the glory that's contained in the light of your wife.

"god," you say. "you know you're going to be the death of me one day, don't you?"

she hums, smiling, as she holds your hand to guide you into holding your black tie on her neck. "pull," she says, voice deep, commanding.

you do exactly how she wants, and you heard her slip a sweet moan. "maybe," she says, pushing you down the couch and now she has both of her thighs straddling yours. "do me?"

jesus fucking christ.

you pull her by the tie, sealing her lips with yours in fervor as you melt into the leather of the sofa. you trail your kisses to her neck, as her hands made her way to your shoulders and your scalp, brushing ever so lightly that it makes you want to have more.

she yields with a mantra of your name, sweet and full of breath, "baby," she moaned out, pulling you off from your trance. "do you really wanna do it? i mean you haven't had breakfast and i'm sure yo-"

you pulled her by the tie, again, kissing her, "shut up," you said, now lifting her up from the sofa and you made your way to your room. "you know you're my favorite meal, don't you?"

she giggles as you carefully put her down the bed, still looking at you with eyes hooded, filled with want. you observe her as you hovered above her, she was already rubbing her legs, relieving some tension in between her thighs.

her hands fiddled with your collar, and slowly removed each button until you could put your dress shirt out and on the floor. "you really want me, huh," you said, kissing her once again, a little longer as you also removed her silk top.

lace on her milky white skin makes you want to mark it up with purple from your lips, and as you do, her mantras of your name drip onto yours like honey.

you slithered your hands to the clasp of her bra, her chest being revealed to you on it's very bare form. you pull away, repositioning yourself below her, and now she's straddling you; half naked, on top of you with want. "you look beautiful, baby."

she moans once again, now kissing you, going to trail to your neck. she nips, she bites, and you just wanted her to do that forever. you want her to mark you up as she owns you. you let out a breath, "sana, honey," you said, and she stops to look at you. "i wanna do you."

"well," she said, flipping you two over again, now shes under you. "if you wish so."

you smiled, now moaning as you trailed kisses to her taut tummy, then to the waistband of her shorts. "may i?" you asked, hands on her hips, tickling her a little as she nodded.

you unwrapped the cloth carefully, sliding it off her legs, and you see black lace again, now between her thighs, covering the surface where she wants you most. she was leaking through it, "baby, you're so wet." she moans as you removed her panties, the string of her arousal coming out of it too as she really was leaking with need.

you teased, trailing sweet kisses to her thighs and she moans, later whimpers to a plead that wants you more. "love, please."

you look up at her, hands on your hair already as she pushed her hips to your face. without another word, you dove into her folds, the sweet and tangy taste you've known hits your mouth as she moans your name loud that you're afraid the walls can't keep it.

you continued on, licking lightly on her clit as she positioned her legs on both sides of your head, and you caress her thighs with your hands.

you alternate between licking her and putting your tongue in her hole to gather her sweetness.

you lightly opened her thighs, now removing yourself from her cunt, taking in the view of her blissed out state. "god, you're so beautiful like this," you teased, your index finger circling the wet hole to tease. she whines, holding your wrist. "do you want me go put it in?"

she hums, and you insert your digits in her velvety walls, feeling her in the most raw way you two could imagine.

she jolts up, pleasure getting into her as you curl your finger as you thrusted. she opened her legs wider, allowing access for a deeper spot she never knew until now. you pulled your finger out, gathered a couple of liquid to your hands as you circled her clit, and you insert two fingers in her, motion in and out, curling lightly upwards to hit her spot.

she moans, loud, wonton, as she breaths, "don't stop."

then you lean down, licking her engorged clit, swollen as your tongue makes contact. her hand immediately flew to your head as you made figure eights on it, and she's now grinding her hips on your face.

you feel her walls close up on you, wetness dripping more as you thrust in and out. "please," she moaned out. "i'm going to cum."

you just hummed and fastened your pace on her; your fingers moving in and out of her hole, and your tongue making kitten licks on her clit.

"fuck!" she screams out, gush coming out of her as you continued to lick on her clit. she gyrates her hips forward, letting you lap over the remaining cum off her cunt. "fuck," she breathed out, now caressing your cheeks as you made your way up to kiss her lips once more.

she loves it when she tastes her arousal on your mouth, something with a mix of sin and sincerity. "i love you."

you hummed, pulling her body to yours; putting your head on her still bare chest. "i love you too."

she puts away strands of your hair away from your face, kissing your forehead. "should i return the favor, love?"

"no, sana, i'm fine," you chuckled, slithering your arms around her waist, keeping her clasped around you. you two heard a shocking rumble from your stomach. "and i'm hungry."

"i told you i won't make you full!"

"no, no," you put a chaste kiss on her lips. "you're plenty already. i'm very full and i love it so much."

"don't be such a dick," she sits up, pulling you up with her hands as she stood up. "let's go shower so that we could actually make up for the date part," you said, trailing behind her as she went inside the shower. "and no funny business, please."

turns out that she broke her own rule as she ate you out before going out of the shower.

"so, should we order pizza instead?" she asks, phone already in her hand with the food delivery app open.

you chuckled as you dried your hair, "anything's fine."

"so, hawaiian?"

"no," you said, blankly staring at her. "absolutely not."

"i thought anything?"

"anything but hawaiian."

"okay," she takes a note of it. "so, broccoli then?"

"what?" you said. "really? on pizza? too?"

"what, like it's a bad idea that we'd tr-"

"sana, love," you said, now sitting with her as you're already pampered up and in your lounge clothes. "let's not fight over this. we know it's pepperoni that we want."

she hums, agreeing and feeling defeated as she was actually trying to prank you. "mozzarella sticks; 6 piece chicken, buffalo wings flavored; and iced tea."

you placed a kiss on her lips again, "yup, great," you giggled as sana puts you in a big hug as you melt into your sheets. you heard your stomach grumble once again. "oh, it's roaring."

sana lets you lay on her chest as you two laughed, "but i make you full, right?" she asked, rhetorically. "eat me out till the food comes?"

"sana!"

[putschki1969]

🇹🇭YKL vol.#20 ～Asia Tour 20th Special SETLIST～　【Bangkok】 Live Report🇹🇭

Wow, what a week it has been. My Thailand trip was an exciting but very exhausting experience. I'm finally back home and after spending an entire day just relaxing on Tuesday, I feel somewhat ready to tackle this live report. I'm back to work and there's a lot to do but I still want to post as much as possible before I lose all of my motivation. Still took me several days to finish this so I am sorry for the delay🙏 I'll start with some general stuff from the day of the live and then continue with a detailed report. Without further ado, let's get to it〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Before The Live

The concert was held on November 15th at Bangkok Union Hall. At that point I had already been in Thailand for two and a half days doing all sorts of Kalafina and touristy stuff. Needless to say, I was quite exhausted from my previous activities (more on that in a future post) but I was determined to enjoy the day to the fullest. The only major thing planned for that day was a meet-up with some fellow fans to get lunch and dinner so thankfully, nothing too strenuous. Although one could argue that social interactions like this are always a big struggle for me :P Anyway, I headed to the venue quite early in the morning to meet my friends. We were doing some last-minute shopping at a nearby mall to complete the presents for Keiko and Hikaru. Also, we wanted to check out our flower stand which had been put up earlier that morning. I was beyond happy to participate in this particular flower stand project. The HiKei chibis turned out super cute and the banner was also adorable (just look at little Moo Deng🦛). I'm a little bummed though that I didn't get to take the cardboard print home with me since the girls requested the flower stand to be brought to their dressing room after the live (initially, we had planned to take all the decorative stuff off the flower stand after the concert before the flower shop picked it up but alas, it wasn't meant to be). Oh well, we got all those sweet pics with Keiko and Hikaru so that pretty much erased any feelings of disappointment. Thankfully, I got my acrylic key-holders and stickers as a little consolation. I will certainly treasure them forever. During the meet-up with some fellow fans, I also got a bunch of presents, including some gorgeous fan-made articles for the two lives in China. Honestly, I feel so blessed to have received all of this. Thank you so much to everyone who thought of me!

Speaking of fellow fans, I appreciated everyone who came up to me to say "hi". I was also very happy about all the yummy souvenirs. The suncakes from Taiwan saved my life during the following days because I always had a lovely snack to accompany my morning coffee. Sorry if I came across as awkward or reserved to some of you, I am not used to being in big crowds like that and meeting strangers is not among my strengths. Also wish I had gotten more commemorative pics with everyone but oh well, in the heat of the moment it's easy to forget about stuff like that.

For lunch we had planned to go to a Hainanese Chicken place but unfortunately, they didn't have enough room for our group so we ended up going to KFC XD. I forgot to take pictures but our order was honestly not that exciting anyway. I was so eager to try spicy food during my stay in Bangkok but that stuff at KFC was a total let-down (probably our fault though for not looking properly at the menu - they may have had some spicier stuff that we just didn't see). Dinner that day more than made up for it though since my main dish was incredibly delicious. Don't ask me what it was called, it was some sort of fried pork concoction with garlic and chili, simply fabulous and probably one of the best things I had during that trip.

Despite having a lot of fun during these activities, I kinda regret not being able to see anything of the Loy Krathong festivities that day. The weird timing of the concert would have made it very inconvenient to check out any of the festival sites and on top of that there were some bad weather forecasts so no one wanted to risk getting wet😢 It's a real shame but oh well, I guess the live was worth it.

♪The Live♪

Seat

I was very lucky to have dedicated friends who made sure I'd get a VIP front-row seat right across from Keiko's spot on the stage [the picture below was taken at the end of the concert when I was already walking outside so it doesn't properly reflect my point of view - I was seated a little more to the right side]. She was pretty much right in front of me during the entire live so of course, I was in heaven. Taking my eyes off her was a real challenge and at times I honestly felt a little bad for the other singers because I didn't really pay that much attention to them whenever Keiko was on stage. Also, this might make me sound like a perv but I was absolutely mesmerised by Keiko's legs. During her main solo parts she would always turn to the side or turn her back to the audience. Not sure why (maybe because so the audience would focus on her singing rather than her gorgeous face? Or she was a little self-conscious? Who knows). Either way, during these parts her legs were on full display and since her skirt was quite short on one side, you could basically get a glimpse of her tiny safety shorts with every tiny move she made 🫣

One tiny complaint I had was that the stage was quite far away from the audience area and they even felt the need to put up a relatively high metal barrier which created a weird sense of distance despite being all the way up in the front. Nevertheless, the concert felt very intimate to me and I think for that reason, I enjoyed it much more than my past Yuki Kajiura live experiences. I also gained a new appreciation for certain songs that I previously didn't care for all that much. I honestly can't stress this enough, experiencing a concert like this in such an intimate manner is vastly superior to watching a DVD/BD/live stream or even attending it in a spot somewhere further away from the stage. Everything feels and sounds completely different. Your entire body is getting caught in this spectacle and you get a full-on adrenaline rush. It's during these moments when I barely notice any flaws or mishaps. I've been made fun of in the past for always writing these overly positive and raving reviews of concerts but I personally don't even notice half of the bad stuff when I am on such a high. Plus, I don't enjoy lingering on the negative stuff which is why you won't see much of that in any of my reports.

Venue

To be fair, it wasn't a particularly good concert hall, at least in my opinion. The venue was a lot smaller than expected and it felt more like a convention hall rather than a proper concert hall. There are much better venues available in Bangkok but they were probably already booked or too expensive. Also, from what I've heard, the concert tickets didn't sell that well so it was probably a good thing that they stuck with this sort of venue. At any rate, it was very conveniently located at a MRT/BTS station so yay for that. The acoustics were decent enough I guess but nothing to write home about. The sound system could have used some improvements though, I don't think the instruments and vocals were very well-balanced throughout most of the concert. But maybe that could be chalked up to my position in the audience. Just a little disclaimer here, I am not very tech-savvy in that regard but on more than one occasion I noticed that the sound was kinda off...Mind you, not to an extent that would have taken away from my overall enjoyment of the concert but enough for me to notice it several times.

Setlist:

the world: Will always prefer Keiko on main but it is what it is, Joelle on main is fine too. It's a good song so it's a treat to hear it live no matter who is leading. The harmonies at the end didn't quite work for me. Was a bit all over the place. I think the sound system was at fault here.

in the land of twilight, under the moon: Not usually one of my faves but I thoroughly enjoyed this rendition.

vanity: What a blessing to hear this live in concert again! My first time was in Taiwan and I don't think I ever recovered from it. Correct me if I am wrong though but they made a big change during the performance regarding Keiko's epic yayayay part. She flawlessly did her solo of course but then when Joelle starting to sing that final chorus, she didn't continue to sing in the background which she would usually do. I found that very unusual. Also checked the bootleg recordings from the live in China and she did the same thing there too. Huh...Since when did they change it? That was a bit of a bummer to be honest since the very final part felt less epic because of it.

My long forgotten cloistered sleep: So, so good!! Huge fan! Joelle is getting better at it too so I am enjoying her version more and more.

I swear: Wow, what a revelation! I did not expect to suddenly fall in love with this song. I am obviously a huge Keiko-stan but due to her using her cutesy voice in this, it's never really appealed to me. It's always been one of those songs that I preferred to skip during re-watches of home video releases because it didn't really do anything for me. This time though, it felt like Keiko was serenading me specifically (a delusion on my part of course but let me have that little fangirl moment XD). Anyway, this is what I meant earlier. All of a sudden, a song has a new meaning to you and it's only because you get to experience it on such a personal level. The lyrics couldn't be more appropriate: "♪I know, I’m in love♪"

fiction: Not my cup of tea so I tend to skip this but Joelle in particular always does a great job with this song. Her voice is a perfect fit. Definitely my favourite performance so far because I was more into it than usual.

I reach for the sun: Love, love, love.

in the garden of sinners: Damn it, this one hurt so much, I literally almost cried. I don't even really know why but I could barely handle it. All I wanted to hear was Wakana together with Keiko and honestly, it was her voice in my mind, Joelle didn't exist for me in those moments. No matter what happens, I will always associate these melodies with Wakana and Keiko. On one hand, this performance made me incredibly sad but on the other hand, it made me feel even more grateful about the upcoming Kalafina Anniversary Live. Just the thought of hearing the three of them together again is bringing tears to my eyes.

ARIA: What a shame. I knew what to expect of course but it still hurt to hear Joelle sing the chorus. Unlike others, I didn't think that Hikaru sounded all that bad so she could have definitely handled the chorus (especially being backed by Keiko). She might not have sounded her best but who cares?! This is HER song so she should be in the lead. Period. I remember someone saying that Yuki wanted to go back to the original key (more of a speculation, as far as I know, it's not actually confirmed) so she gave the chorus to Joelle but Joelle was kinda struggling with it too so ultimately, we didn't really gain anything from having her in the lead. On a side note, I am just so relieved that Keiko and Joelle didn't do the infamous arm gesture that Wakana and Keiko used to do all the time. All of this sounds rather negative but to be honest, I still liked the performance despite being a little disappointed with the vocal arrangement. it's one of my all-time favourite Kala-songs so it's always a pleasure to hear it.

Magia: By now I am used to the FictionJunction cover version of this and it's really quite good. Solid performance. No notes.

Kimi no Gin no Niwa: Again, good stuff but since I don't particularly like the song it was just okay to me.

ring your bell: Ugghhh, probably my least favourite performance of the night. It's such a difficult song to perform and I honestly don't even like most of Kalafina's live versions but this one was hard to get through. Maybe the sound system was to blame a bit because LINO LEIA's microphone did some weird stuff that made her singing sound worse than it probably was. Plus, I honestly don't think she is a very good fit for the song. Hell, not even Wakana is a good fit for the song 90% of the time. For some reason, LINO LEIA kept using her more generic singing voice when instead, she should've opted for a more controlled head voice. Towards the end we heard a more solid delivery but the rest was unfortunately a bit messy.

to the beginning: Okay I guess. It's certainly one of the better Kalafina covers they do at YKL because Joelle and Yuriko add a lot of dimension. And since I have never been a fan of the song to begin with, it's not like I am missing Wakana too much.

Yasashii Yoake: The See-Saw section of the live was so much more fun than I had expected. Actually really surprised how much I enjoyed it since I am not too familiar with Yuki's old work and don't usually listen to any of it. Also, with Keiko not playing a big role in this corner, I thought I wouldn't be into it. But I guess the songs are just really good with catchy melodies so I couldn't help but like them. Also, my proximity to the stage once again helped me to have a bit more appreciation for the music. All three songs were featured at Kaji Fes. but I don't recall them leaving a huge impression on me. Back then I didn't mind them but I didn't get too excited. This time, I was having a great time from the get-go. Love the Joelle/Yuriko duo here. Joelle's voice works super well for this type of song.

Obsession: I remember not being particularly impressed by the Kaji Fes. performance but the Bangkok version was so cool. LINO LEIA and Keiko did a great job. So cool!! After that rather mediocre "ring your bell" performance, it was nice to hear LINO LEIA sing in a more comfortable range.

Senya Ichiya: Starting to love rito's vocals more and more. She's so criminally underused during these lives. Despite being promoted to "regular" singer, she really doesn't get to do much.

the main theme of “L.O.R.D”: One of my all-time faves. Joelle's best song if you ask me. Will never get tired of hearing it. Although I feel like at this point Joelle had already run out of steam a little because the performance didn't quite hit the spot in terms of oomph-factor. I think it's because Joelle had to carry 90% of the show and was thus running on low-heat towards the end. Still had a blast!

absolute configuration: Love having all the girls on stage for these sort of epic battle songs. Gorgeous harmonies.

luminous sword: Same as above. Perfect transition and a lovely continuation of the epicness.

蒼穹のファンファーレ: Typically not one of my favourite songs but yet again, I found myself enjoying it more than I usually would. The heat on stage was contagious so I simply got swept away in the excitement.

En. the image theme of Xenosaga II: Don't remember much of this but it was nice.

En.nowhere: Wow, wow, wow! What an amazing performance. So much more energised than during the Kaji Fes concert. Definitely one of the songs where I very much appreciated my closeness to the stage. I could really feel the heat and had such a blast, especially when Keiko began to really interact with the audience. Almost made me want to stand up but in the end, I remained seated (really not the type to move a lot during a concert). I have to agree with everyone who has already shared their thoughts on the other Asia live performances, this was definitely one of the highlights for Hikaru as far as her vocal delivery was concerned. Her voice was very powerful here.

En.into the world: I love that this has become almost a staple of YKL. It's such a gorgeous song with a beautiful message and I think Joelle as well as Yuriko manage to improve the overall harmonies with their added vocals.

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I took long doing this one, I know💀🥴 also not proofread

Also known as Gender Reveal (9)!

Birthdays -P.G6

Summary: It's Mateo's first birthday meaning craziness in the Páez Y/L/N household

"Do we have the balloons?"

"Yes"

"The cake?"

"Yes"

"The food?" Pablo hums nodding

"Do we-"

"We've got everything, amor" Pablo interrupted you as you sighed

"Do you think he'll enjoy this little party?"

"I'm not sure if little is the right word" Pablo admired the work you, mostly, did.

"It's not half of what we did to Lena, so I'm considering it little" Pablo laughs softly "I just want him to enjoy his first birthday ever"

"And he will, even though, he mostly won't even know what's going on but loves being cuddled and kissed" You smiled softly pushing your head into his chest

"Just like his dada" You whispered

"His dada loves being cuddled and kissed by his momma" You smile giggling and lifted your head at the same time Pablo leaned down and your lips met

"They'll be here any moment" You said after the kiss "We better hurry up with the final touches and get dressed"

"You look gorgeous like this" You blush grabbing the teddy figure with your son's name printed on it.

"Gracias, mi vida" You got into the small ladder but forgot about the tape "Pablo, amor. Pass me the tape, please"

"Aquí tienes. Cuidado te caes" (Here you go. Be careful)

"Lo tengo" (I got it)

"I'll help you" His hands went to your ass as you laughed freely

"Pablo!"

"I'm just helping my wife over here!"

"Quit your hands!"

"No. They're comfy and this way I make sure you won't fall" You laughed.

You couldn't lie, you enjoyed his hands on you.

"Alright, this is done" You said getting down with Pablo's help. "We're such a good team"

"We are" Pablo agrees "You mostly did all the job, though" You shook your head smiling

"You inflated most of the balloons" Pablo laughs "Team, amor. Equipo" You said before turning around "I'll take a quick shower, get dressed and ready. In twenty they'll be here"

"I can shower with you?"

"Only shower. No funny business"

"Those are for later in the night. Come on, let's go"

...

"¡Papi! ¡Mami!" Helena came in running, Pablo crunching down and lifting her in his arms

"This is gorgeous" Belén said smiling as she came with Mateo

"Thank you" You said smiling "I truly hope they weren't that bad"

"Never" Pablo, your dad-in-law, said; shaking his head "El pequeño se parece a su padre hasta en lo más mínimo" (Babyboy is alike his father even in the smallest things ever)

You looked at your babyboy in your arms as he was inspecting everything around him.

"¿Qué les puedo decir que no sepan?" (What can I say that you don't know already?)

"Hey" Pablo said as you all laugh

"Mat, hijo" You called him "Wanna go for a swim?" He laughs and kicks his feet, making you smile "Let's go then" You said seeing how the pool was starting to be used by your closest friends.

You pass Mateo to your husband as you go to the bathroom to change out of your floral dress. You helped Lena who followed you to change her out of her shorts and t-shirt.

"Look how pretty that girl is!" Your mom smiles already inside the pool with a drink on her hand as Helena smiled and laughed letting go of your hand to run towards her grandma

"¡Cuidado!" (Careful!) You said jogging behind her as your mom met her at the edge of the pool

"I got her, mi vida" She said getting out of the pool with Helena on her waist "You enjoy and get ready to serve everyone in here"

"None of that miss. The only ones I'm serving are you, Pablo, my in-laws and my kids, other than you they can do self-service"

"I love you so much, dear"

"I love you too, mom" You smiled and kissed her cheek watching how she pulled Helena underneath the water to prepare her for the pool.

"¡Mamá, mamá!" Mateo called you as you turned around to see him with his dad and a ball before he let it fall and splashed both boys. You laughed before you felt yourself being pushed

"Hijodetu-" You said inmediately as you went out to find Fermín and Pedri laughing "¡Mira tú-!" (Look, you-!) You cut yourself off spitting some water that had entered your mouth making them laugh harder "You'll see"

"Hey! Leave my wife alone!" Pablo said serious and Mateo throw them the ball

"Mamá" He yelled out with his dad's best feature, the frown

"Yeah, he's also asking you guys to leave his mom be"

The guys were laughing when Pedri and Fermín were suddenly pulled into the pool as well. Behind the prank, your mom and your mom in law were laughing

"Nobody messes with my daughter!" Your mom said as you got out of the pool drenched and high fived her.

When the guys started jumping over the pool and soon enough everyone was inside it, laughing and joking. You were with your mom, Belén, Aurora, a few WAG's and Mateo who had fallen asleep on your chest, sat chatting about everything whilst the guys were playing some football or handball.

The party was going nice, the gift box was over the top and everyone was enjoying the pastries you and your mom had made for your baby's birthday.

Soon, it was time for the cake, Mateo had to be woken up and in his face you could see he was very sleepy, you lifted him on your hip while Helena was on Gavi's and everyone started chatting the birthday song.

Mateo, even while sleepy, loved the attention he got from his grannys, who had their phones up to record everything with big smiles on their faces.

While blowing the candles, you and Pablo helped Mateo without him noticing and when he thought he had done it by himself, he had the biggest smile on his face.

You had grabbed two balloons for Lena and Mat, for them to keep and play around in the house with. Mateo, who had been up and electric now, was running with Aurora's babyboy, Javier and Ferran's little boy, Jeremías in the little park, you had settled up for the kids.

After a while, you went to see your babies, Helena was jumping up and down the inflatable as Mateo was playing with his cars in the floor "¡Mami, mami! ¡Ven, brinca conmigo!" You smiled taking off your shoes and bringing your babyboy into the mix.

When Pablo went to find you to tell you everyone had left, he smiled watching the three loves of his life be happy around each other

"Can I join in?" The three of you turn your heads to him

"¿Dejamos que papá se una?" (Should we let papá join in?)

"Yes!" Helena screamed and so did Mateo and by the time they said yes, Pablo was already inside the inflatable

"¿Qué tal están?" (How are you guys?)

"We're perfect and together, dad" Lena answered with a smile as Mateo nodded

"Just like what we'll always be" Pablo said kissing both Lena and Mateo's cheeks and then he leaned forward to kiss your lips winning an "ew" from the kids "What do you mean by "ew", eh?" He said launching forward to Mateo but wrapping his arms around Lena bringing her to him as he kissed them all over their faces, your kids laughter filling your heart with warm and love "AND LET'S NOT FORGET ABOUT MOM!" The three of them attacked you as you laughed receiving their kisses

"I love the three of you, so much" You said when Mateo yawned "But I think it's time to go home, don't you think babyboy?" He nods softly burying his head in your neck "You liked your birthday?" He nodded as you got out of the inflatable and picked the things up to get them in the car

In middle of pulling the things in the car, Mateo and Lena both fell asleep as you and Pablo smiled at your kids.

"Wish they stop growing up this fast" You said leaning on his chest seeing them in the back of the car

"I do too, we gotta enjoy every single little time we can before they get older" You nod "However, I meant it when I said we'll always be perfect and together" He kissed your temple, you smiled and wrapped your arms against him

"I know you did. I know it as well"

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[lucimiir]

MY FAV DUNE PT 2 COSTUMES

And my (mostly visual/aesthetic) reasoning

(In no particular order)

Ok starting off STRONG with this Irulan look:

It’s simple, it’s classy, it looks comfy AND elegant. I love the beadwork on the headpiece and how it’s Bene Gesserit-adjacent but you can still completely see her face and hair. The light colors look good on her and that collar made me question it for just long enough to make it better.

Next up is Jessica’s early sayyadina look, and I loooooove this robe. The earth colors are nice, I like how it kinda blends in with the sietch while emphasizing her eyes, and the fabric is very rough and functional looking while still being beautiful. Mostly I’m psyched about the patterns in the weaving (I think it’s woven) and the way that creates continuity with her tattoos.

I had trouble finding good pictures for this, but

Everything about this scene was GORGEOUS. I swear I didn’t breathe for the first ten minutes of the movie, and these Harkonnen uniforms were part of it. The colors here are amazing and make the black look so harsh and unnatural compared to the sand and rocks and the Fremen clothing. Their shiny helmets are terrifying and sterile and buglike and I am living for it. (Little me would have gotten nightmares)

Obviously we’ve all acknowledged Lady Margot’s amazing dress, but it’s just That Good. The structure! The open shoulders and low neck + hood! The color! Sinister and sexy. And despite the fact that I loved the color, I might love this even more in the black and white scenes because it shows off the construction so well and the opera glasses honestly tie it all together.

Ok bringing back Jessica because she Doesn’t Miss:

I loooove this. The gold printing (?) around the hood might be my favorite part, and the beads under the collar are awesome without weighing down her whole face like the outfit she wears for most of the film with all the metal on the forehead. I also like how the structure and design of it is extra similar to Reverend Mother Mohiam, with the giant rectangular hood, but the color and the face beading are actually more reminiscent of the gown she wears when the Atreides arrive on Arrakis in part one.

A shoutout for Feyd-Rautha’s armor in the duel:

Idk I just really like how shiny it is. All the Harkonnen stuff reminds me of bugs (those evil looking shiny black beetles) I like how this is actually very much like a stillsuit and really similar to what Paul’s wearing, but more evil and shiny.

Last but CERTAINLY not least is just Chani’s blue scarf. BOY does this pull its visual weight. Like symbolism and meaning aside, it’s such a necessary piece of color in the all the desert scenes, and adds visual interest to what is a largely beige movie. In tons of the scenes most of the color is bright bright blue in the characters’ eyes and this scarf. And I think it adds a lot of joy and lightness to Chani’s appearance, which obviously symbolically changes as she does.

I just love costumes! This was a visually stunning film! I’m feeling very happy!

[hxltic]

can you do capt price with an s/o who used to have braces (the reader has glasses) and proce found this out cause like he was going through all photo albums and stumbled upon readers old pics when the reader was like in middle school (OH AND ALSO IMAGINE THE READER BEING A METALHEAD IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND UNTIL NOW AND PRICE IS JUST SO SUPRISED HAHAHAH)

I am so sleepy so this may be bad or short but i find this hilarious

One of the reasons Price loved you was because you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair complimented your eyes, and the jewelry you wore sat glistening on your skin. Your figure gave him something to grab onto, all his favorite parts of your body on display when you wore those tight fitting dresses for the summer.

When you brought the man home to your parent’s house, you’d expected him to be downstairs helping out for dinner despite how much you tell him to rest. It’s the sweet, traditional side of him.

Not in your childhood room, silently looking through things that aren’t technically hidden, so you can’t get upset with him for noticing.

And it wasn’t the records plastered on your wall with a protective glass over them, or the stickers permanently stuck to the sides of your mirror—it was the pictures. All in relatively small frames that didn’t have the best quality, but good quality enough for him to see the worst of you. You stroll out the bathroom and close the door to the man holding one and chuckling to himself. His brow was turned up in amusement.

“Put. That. Down.”

He turns to you with the frame still in hand, his face never wavering even though you looked like you were about to combust with embarrassment. Cheeks red, eyes blown wide darting anywhere else but him, and hands coming up to cover your face.

The worst part was, you knew exactly which picture he was holding. It was you and two other girls, one of which you don’t speak to anymore. Anyway, your teeth were dark with black braces to match the atrocious personality you’d invented for yourself at the time, and your haircut was one you try your best to forget about. You really wish you would’ve thrown that away.

It doesn’t help your features look the exact same.

The only difference was you were wearing your prescription glasses, the ones you brought into adulthood, but they were somewhere tucked in a drawer as your contacts held their spot.

“Why? You look adorable.” He teases. You looked far from that. You were a menace.

His perfectly sculpted beard moves as he tips his head back in laughter, genuinely taken aback by young you. You somehow are still the same, just more tolerable, with a snappy attitude on top but a lovey dovey mess underneath.

“Oh my god.” You wanted to roll yourself up in a ditch and never escape. The only reason you kept that picture was because the other girl has the same one. The date was written on the back in marker, but you didn’t have to look to know it was during your darkest days.

You finally calm yourself and blink up to your spouse, who seemed to be in thought. His mouth opened to ask, then it closed, and it took everything in you to pretend you didn’t see it. You just knew it would be something else by the taunting half-smile on his face.

Instead, you asked him what he was about to say. You shouldn’t have.

“I searched up the band on the wall. They still around?” He asked.

And while the question seemed purely genuine, you did not take it as such. One side of you wanted to tell him, “No, they stopped making music a while ago,” and the other half is saying, “Kill me now.”

Now he knows you used to listen to metal, but not just the regular kind; the barely coherent, head-bopping, voice-ripping kind. If the man wasn’t older, and this was Gaz, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you emo.

“No,” you mustered up. You tried your best to not return to the previous state of embarrassment, but knowing your husband, he’d now look into it and try to get you printed shirts for your birthday and whatnot.

He didn’t openly tell you how weird or concerning it was, but this was worse. When someone won’t tell you something directly, but you just know what they’re thinking anyway.

“I didn’t think a pretty lady like you would listen to that.”

. .

The entire way to the dinner table he was on and off laughing. It even got the point he had to temporarily excuse himself, just somehow unable to rid the image from his mind. Even though that’s far from what he wanted.

This late in the relationship and your mother still has horror stories to tell.

[adaptacy]

Survivor!Leland Dad Headcanons

i am so so so so head over heels for this gorgeous ball of fluff i cannot even explain. literally spent the past like 4 hours rambling about him i cant get over him hes so MMM

Cw: mild angst, i'll make the angsty paragraphs purple so you can avoid them if you just want fluff :)

!!WARNING!!: you will get baby fever.

Leland is a country boy at heart, and he definitely chooses to settle down with you on a small ranch complete with a few acres of property, just in case you ever want to have livestock or expand, but also because he wants room to build playsets and make sure his kids are getting out and have space to play outside.

He'd buy the wood to make a playset, and he'd get all of his dad's tools together and stand out back, staring at the pile of scrap, trying to figure out what to do with it. He wasn't all that familiar with it, but he wanted something handmade- he wanted to be able to build a play set so he could tell his kids about it. You'd go out back and chat with him about it, and every time he explained his vision to you, it was something different.

After about a month, you ended up just purchasing one of those store-made play sets and gave him some of the supplies as well as the instructions. However, he used the wood parts he'd gotten for the bulk of it. The playset ended up looking a little strange- most of it was natural wood, but then the roof and stairs were plastic, and the slide, and the railings, but it had a bit of charm to it. And Leland loved bragging about how he built it himself. You still remember the large grin he wore when he presented it to you, and then leaned down, speaking to your stomach and telling your baby how about all the fun they were going to have on it.

He spent the next two-weeks baby proofing it. Padding everywhere, he managed to static-proof the slide, he added extra stability to the fences, and it ended up looking even more... unique. You teased him about it, telling him that kids were going to find a way to get hurt no matter how much he baby proofed it, but he was stubborn that some was better than none. You let him get away with it, until...

He started baby proofing the house. Some, you understood. Outlet covers. Cabinet locks. Baby gates by the stairs- that was all fine. But then he started putting rubber softeners against every sharp surface, he moved around all of the silverware so that it was out of reach- out of your reach, too, and hardly organized. You put an end to this really quickly, and although he was clearly anxious about your kids finding a way to hurt themselves, you'd tell him that- yeah, they were kids. That's what they were great at. He was just making your lives harder without really doing anything. So, he took it back a notch, though you did notice him sprinkle in random rubber rounders on sharp corners. You didn't call him out on it, and he eventually was satisfied, and stopped, leaving it to rest.

He dresses his babies in overalls and cow-print onesies, the fabric always has some sort of pattern on it, whether its small horses or sunflowers- whatever it was, it had a pattern on it. He wasn't very good at picking out outfits for them, as they very often clashed and he didn't understand that you can't just mix patterns, but with a bit of guidance from you (and you supervising him when you shop for clothes), he slowly got better at picking out outfits for them, and also started getting a bit better at picking out his own outfits as a bonus.

While it wasn't a terrible case, you did suffer from a bit of postpartum depression, especially with your first, and Leland felt awful about it, like genuinely gut-wrenchingly bad, so he did everything possible to make things easier on you. He always offered to be the one on wake-up duty, refusing to let you get up out of bed when the baby started crying. If you wanted, he'd go and get them and hand them off to you, letting you hold them for a little while and let them fall back asleep before he returned them to the nursery.

One night, you'd waken up to the baby crying, but Leland reassured you that he'd take care of them, so you went back to sleep. When you woke up about an hour later, Leland still wasn't there, and you grew a little worried. You got up out of bed and checked the nursery, and both of them were gone. You immediately went into a panic, and you headed down the stairs, only to find Leland on the living room carpet with your baby, leaning against the couch as he dangled a foil toy above them. He yawned; he looked absolutely exhausted, and he was dozing off as he bobbed the toy up and down.

"Lee?" "Huh-? I'm awake, I'm awake, where is she?" He jolted awake, looking around until he spotted your daughter reaching up for the toy above her head, and he let out a breath of relief. "Sorry, she just would not go back to sleep. I came down to start the coffee, and set her down here, and.... Guess I just dozed off." You laughed, walking over to him and sitting next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Do you wanna go get some sleep? I don't mind starting some coffee and watching her." "Are you sure?" "Positive. Go get some sleep, babe, you're all good," you reassured. He kissed your cheek, and then kissed his daughter's forehead before heading back upstairs.

Especially for your first kid, he got really anxious when they'd cry. He'd try all sorts of things- tried burping them, tried feeding them, tried playing with them, anything he could think of. And it took a lot of persuasion for him to realize that, no, your kid was not dying, they were a baby, and babies cry. He got a lot more accustomed to this idea by the second, and then the third, and was pretty much a pro by the fourth kid.

Oh yeah, four kids. Three girls and one boy. He is SUCH a girl dad and I will not be accepting criticism on this.

Every single time you gave birth, you'd hold the baby for about fifteen minutes before passing it off to Leland, who refused to give it back for at least an hour. He'd tell you to just get some rest, you deserved it, and he just wanted to take the trouble off your hands. "Our baby is not trouble," you'd remind, but he'd shush you, and as time went on, your kids started chiming in, telling you "Just get some sleep, mom!", and you'd pretend to go to sleep, and Leland would sit on the floor with them, letting them see their new sibling.

He wouldn't let them be held by any of your kids, he didn't want to risk the worst, but he'd talk it through with the kids, explaining the story that Mom worked really really hard for their new sibling, so they needed to be gentle with them, and be patient. The older ones understood it, but the younger ones had a little trouble grasping the fact that babies could be loud, and annoying, and frustrating, but he'd explain to them that babies can't do anything else because they don't know much. Exactly the way that you'd first reassured him about his anxieties with the baby crying.

Another thing that never changed were his occasional anxiety attacks, usually after a bad nightmare back to the event, or when he couldn't sleep despite his meds, and he paced in the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair over, and over, and over again. Thinking about the what if's. Thinking about all of it. And he'd get on the edge of tears, the edge of really breaking down, before he'd go into the nursery and sit next to the crib. He'd set his hand inside, and the moment that his baby's tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, he'd let out a tense exhale, managing a smile. Even when they were grown, he'd stand in the frame of their door in the middle of the night, reassuring himself that he'd done fine. That he'd made a life for himself. Made a family for himself. That they'd be proud of him. And while it never got easier, he got better at understanding it, at calming himself down, at reassuring himself.

As his kids get older, they start asking about his scars. You overhear it from where you're cleaning in the kitchen, and you step closer, listening in. At first, you worry that he'll shut down- you know how sensitive subject it is for him, and there's silence.

"Daddy?" Your daughter asked, and you could hear a sniffle. He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, see, you aren't s'posed to know about 'em. Stuff you don't wanna know about your daddy, kiddo," he'd respond, and you could practically see the pout on her face. It was his fault he spoiled them so much. "C'mon, daddy, tell me! Please? I promise I won't tell anyone else," she hummed. "Nobody? Not even your brother?" "Nobody," she assured, and he sighed. "Well, before you were born... I went on a lot of adventures. Me and my friends. See, we had to fight these real bad guys. During the battle, they got a good couple of hits on me, and that's what the scars are from." "Did you win?" There was another pause. "Yeah, sugar, I won." "Where are your friends now?" Another pause. "They're out there protectin' others. They don't have kids like me and your mom. I had to retire from kickin' butt," he teased. "You're still my hero, daddy." You smiled, and you could hear his voice break as he replied with, "I love you, baby. Don't ever forget that, alright? No matter what happens." "I know, I love you too, dad."

It wasn't long before your kids started to touch his scars in passing, when they were playing with him, or when he was sitting on the couch next to him. They'd lean against his shoulder and touch the ones on his forceps, ones that you knew were far too small to be sensitive. But then they'd touch the ones on his back, and you'd hear him let out a quiet grunt, trying to shift- not shift away, but shift so that his back faced them, and they'd ease up their pressure. He'd remind them to be gentle, and they'd oblige, gently tracing the scars on his back.

He understood that they were curious; they were young, and touch was how they explored. He would've been curious too, at their age. So he was patient with them, and understanding. Even when they'd accidentally poke at a sensitive spot, and his jaw would tighten, but he never got angry at them. Sometimes, he'd give you a look, and you'd understand immediately, and distract the kids with something else so he could have his personal space.

It wasn't long before a lot of his scars were named. The ones on his back were Billy and Jessie, and the one on his chest was Hugh. The others had names too, but they changed pretty often. Those three remained the same, though. Sometimes the kids would line them with colorful markers, drawing wings around them or drawing faces on the scar tissue, and he got used to them messing with the scars, and it started to affect him less.

From the minute they grasp the concept of walking, those kids are dancing. Or, at the very least, bouncing as Leland danced around them, singing to whatever was on the radio at that moment. He loved having dance parties with his kids, and you'd join in, and he'd twirl you, your kids acting as a hype squad as the two of you danced. He liked letting his kids pick out something from his vinyl collection and putting it on, dancing along to his favorites and teaching them how to dosey-doe and square dance.

The first time his daughter fell off of her bike, he cried way more than she did. She was already back on the bike, asking for Leland to help her, and he was practically bawling, talking about how he was so proud of her for being so strong. You'd laugh, and step in, helping her out while he collected himself.

The moment that his daughters have enough hair to clip a bow on, he's doing it for them. He does it for every outing, all the way until they graduate. Every prom, he set up one of the bedrooms as a sort of salon, and he did all of their hair for them, even the ones who weren't going to prom that year. And every year, he was teary-eyed as he did it, rambling about how much they've grown up.

With his son, most people expected him to go hog wild with the sports dad thing, but he was entirely the opposite. he didn't want his son to get hurt, so he never even encouraged the idea of sports.

"Lee, you were in football in high school. Don't you want that opportunity for him?" "I knew a guy who was paralyzed from football." "You knew a guy, or you heard it on the radio?" "..................I'm not takin' any risks."

He swears your hormones are contagious. If he walks in on you crying, he starts crying, and he never cried before you had kids. And then both of you would be crying, and neither of you would know why, so you'd start laughing, and then you'd go back to crying again. He didn't understand it in the slightest, but he was fine as long as you and his kids were.

Speaking of hormones, you had to sit him down when your oldest daughter got about 12, and you gave him a very in depth discussion about how periods work, what he should expect, and what he can do to help.

The next time he came back from the store, he had a box of every single brand of pad and tampon. And he assured you that it was important because you never know what might work. Well, what worked was the first box that they tried, and now Leland was left with a lot of boxes and a lot of period products. So, what did he do?

He broke down the boxes and took out all of the period products. And he made a fort with the boxes, using the pads as adhesive and using the tampons as decoration. You and your two daughters stumbled across him working in the living room, laying on his back as he used a pad to tape two boxes together.

"Dad...? What are you doing?" Your eldest asked, the three of you exchanging a glance. "Are you okay, daddy?" The younger one added, and he sat up, turning towards the three of you with the happiest, most proud-dad grin on his face. "It's a period palace!" He laughed, showing off his work.

The kids didn't play in it much, but he and Jacs had their fun with it, and before long it was thrown out, probably for the best.

When referring to him in conversation with your kids, you'd refer to him as Dad, or Daddy, and he'd refer to you as Mom. However, when he was being more affectionate, he'd refer to you as Mama instead.

[sl33paholics]

Eternal Eden

Jotaro Kujo (4) x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (no shit), nipple play, misuse of stands (if you squint), impregnation (it's canon alr!?), overstimulation, slang, odaxelagnia, errrrr I can't be bothered to list all the shit here. You'll see once you read

Y'all ever wonder what Jotaro's wedding was like? Or even the honeymoon? I don't, but here I am writing it for the sake to feed y'all and go back into hibernation. This may be longggggg so strap in. Also, I'm sorry for the setbacks. By the time this comes out, it's either Thanksgiving or the day before :P

Dt: @crypticspacecat and whoever wants to get tagged

You're currently sitting in front of your now newly engaged husband on the edge of the four poster bed, dressed in your finest errortic nightgown that Jotaro wanted you to wear. You're trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach by telling yourself that it's a casual thing. Of course, this happens. It's your honeymoon, after all! He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your position on the bed, biting your lip. Jotaro looked absolutely striking, that toned athletic physique of his showing through his loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but notice his teal eyes were glinting mischievously in anticipation.

As he got closer to you, you moved back, eventually laying your full body on the bed as he cralwed on top of you. The smell of crème de cacao filling up the air from the candles he lit made you feel giddy, just him staring down at you, so close. His teal colored eyes looked into yours, and he whispered, "What do you think?" Your heart skipped a beat at his voice that was low, deep, husky, and you felt a shiver going down your spine. Leaning in for a kiss, you felt his lips against your plumply parted ones, kissing you softly and slowly. Jotaro pulled away only to lean forward again, pressing his lips onto yours more firmly.

The sound of an old fashioned clock ticking filled the silence as Jotaro trailed kisses along your jawline and neck, making you moan out in pleasure at the sensation of his soft yet firm lips moving along your exposed skin. You felt him chuckle against your neck as you moaned again, feeling the tickle of stubble grazing over your sensitive flesh, and you reached up, running your hands through his black hair. When Jotaro finally pulled away for real this time, he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but never like this, so much naked skin being shown to you. Not to mention the scars littered across his chest and arms, from fights he'd been in throughout his life. In a disheveled heap as he leaned back down, kissing your lips hungrily.

Jotaro carelessly began to remove your nightgown from you. You could hear his breathing becoming unsteady already just by looking at him, and you giggled quietly at his reaction. He looked adorable. He really did. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and began to grope your breasts. His large fingers lightly brushed over the nipples and when he squeezed them gently, you let out a low whimper, grabbing his shoulders as he began to pinch them, sending a rush of sensation throughout your body. As Jotaro rubbed your hardened nipples, your eyes fluttered shut. He even had the audacity to give them a twist and pull on them, making you gasp out in pleasure.

The sudden grinding caught you off guard, and you opened your eyes, looking directly into his blue ones. Looking into his eyes as they darkened, seeing lust and desire swirls in those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, almost as if they were dancing around inside those irises. As it continued, you could feel his cock harden in his shorts, the dick print seemingly visible in front of you. Gosh, it made you throb hard.

Within a blink of an eye, his shorts and boxers are now off. The two of you both laid on your sides facing the same direction. "Damn you, Kujo!" You exclaimed as you watched his hard, bulging cock spring up between your legs, his length hitting your clit in that most delightful spot. You couldn't help but let out a small yelp, and you heard him laugh a little breathily. His fingers doing magic rubbing your clit in a circle motion and then pinching it in unison with the movement of his finger and thumb. You felt the familiar tingle spread throughout your body, and you began moaning louder. Your soaked pussy making you go crazy.

You watched him move his face towards your neck as he kissed you there, biting down and sucking on the delicate skin. Your head fell back onto the bed as his mouth left marks and nips along your neck as he went. Slowly raising up your knee, gripping onto the bedsheets, you felt the warm moisture from your juices pool below your thigh. The tip slowly goes inside of you, feeling the sharp pain made you jolt. Jotaro quietly reassures you by whispering, "It'll be okay," and you feel another wave of heat spread through you. He gave you a moment to adjust, little by little, getting used to how slick and tight your opening was. The friction of your inner walls and the cold air made your legs weak, but the painful pleasure made you feel good, too. His cock was fully in you.

Jotaro started off with slow, careful thrusts. Taking his time, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, and the way you made sounds of pleasure every time he bucked his hips. You were getting turned on by his gentle touches, and he knew it, taking care not to hurt you. Soon, though, your moans became higher pitched, needy, needy noises, which he loved hearing as he kept pumping in and out of you. The tension was building fast, and Jotaro was having a bit of difficulty holding himself back.

Soon enough, the pace picked up as Jotaro increased his strokes, making you cry out. The man was beginning to hit the spot you wanted, the spot you've craved for years now. You've never felt your legs shake so much in your entire life, or your whole body shake so violently like this. "Fuck, Jotaro! Fuck me!" You shouted. He seemed to take note of your tone and speed up his movements, and soon he was pounding harder and harder. The friction was increasing, building up in intensity as you felt yourself coming apart. And soon you felt it, your body spasming and clenching around his cock. "Ah, fuck!" You screamed out in pleasure.

With Jotaro suddenly pulling out, it caught you off guard. You felt your body being turned to be laid flat down. Your legs suddenly being lifted up and spread wide open, you're too dazed to see if it was Jotaro doing it or your body acting on its own, as if another pair of hands were doing the dirty work for him.

As you felt Jotaro's hands gripping onto your waist, his hard cock enters your soaked pussy, he let out a deep primal groan at the sensation as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts became harsher and faster, and you gripped onto him tighter, crying out Jotaro's name over and over again in pleasure. His hot, heavy breaths hitting your ear as he grunts, "Fuck, I'm close." Your drunkenly expression looked down to see his bulge appearing and disappearing with every thrust. The sight was exotic. Almost hypnotic.

"God!" You cried out, feeling waves of ecstasy roll over you as his seed spurted inside of you. You gasped in delight as your orgasm hit you hard, causing you to scream his name. You're for sure that it he got you pregnant right here, and now, you wouldn't have minded in the slightest.

Jotaro stared down at you, that pretty face of yours now covered by tear trials and your plumply lips being a bit bruised from the rough kissing. It made him want to go for around two, but he knew that you couldn't take it all. Jotaro slowly pulls out from between you and lays down next to you, still panting as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his sweaty forehead. You snuggle up against him, wrapping your arms around him as you look up at him. Those eyes still had lust behind them, but for sure, your body was sore and exhausted.

He gazed down at you, and you smiled brightly up at him as he pressed a light kiss to your temple. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him tightly against you as the two of you just lay there, content and relaxed.

[sweet7simple]

Hi,

Dratchrod with Roddy secretly liking to wear dresses and put on makeup.

Hey, anon! I am, personally, not really into that. Human men and masculine-presenting people in dresses and makeup? Absolutely - God, gorgeous. Giant robots from space? It just leaves me somewhat befuddled. I am not against those who do love to put their robots in dresses - to each their own - but it's just not my personal preference.

I will tell you what I am into, though! I love the idea of spray painting designs (which is like makeup) and ornamentation, like bows and drape jewelry/body chains and crowns.

(I have written stories where Rung likes to spray paint stockings on Whirl and put bows on him because those digitigrade legs really just do go on forever. I am hardcore into spray painting these robots.)

Imagine Rodimus in these body chains or something very close to them, but he also had Ratchet hold onto his waist just above his waist drape so that Drift could spray paint over them, leaving the shape of Ratchet's servos on his armor in gold.

Then it's Drift's turn and he leaves the gold outline of his servos high up Rodimus's back, just between his pauldrons right where he rests them when he's holding Rodimus possessively close with helms bowed close together. He also leaves a set of servo outlines on Rodimus's aft. He paints Rodimus's mouth gold to match.

Ratchet isn't one to be one-upped, so he wraps his servos around Rodimus's thighs, hitching him up. Rodimus wraps his legs around his waist and Drift outlines Ratchet's hands where they are.

Rodimus does not make a secret of it. He's covered in chains of jewelry and servo prints and he shows up for his shift on the bridge with a giddy sort of energy because he just knows Minimus is going to blow a gasket.

He's right and Minimus tells him that the bridge isn't some kind of club and that he better go wash off.

Rodimus does go, but just so he can go show off at Swerve's.

EDIT: I just want to make it clear that Ratchet and Drift spray over each other's servos instead of carefully going around each digit, okay? Because I can see their gold-dipper servos in my mind, the same color as the outlines on Rodimus's armor. They're holding him even when they're not.

[cherrysoulth]

DIAMONDS I

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5443

⚠️Warnings: Explicit smut

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Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Decided to write a one-shot of a parallel universe of The waiter because this song inspired me XD

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

My gratitude goes to @moonleeai for beta reading 💜

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Have it all

Rip our memories off the wall

All the special things I bought

They mean nothing to me anymore

But to you

They were everything we were

They meant more than every word

Now I know just what you love me for

~Sam Smith - Diamonds

Walking inside the party you made sure your posh, self-sufficient smile stayed up, never dropping the mask for the vultures of your mother’s so-called guests. Your break up with the magnate Jeon Jungkook, still fresh on everyone's mouth while your heart still bleeds inside the pitch black dress hugging your chest and puffing out all the way down to your knees. Your matching high heels are heard from your confident steps as you approach the hotel bar asking for a glass of champagne, looking perfectly modest at your parents eyes, while what you would like to chug down is a double of whiskey with ice.

The bastard was playing mafia king while you were a respectable lawyer with the law tattooed in your soul. Almost literally, since you had the date of the first big case you won permanently printed on the left side of your ribs. Your first case against drugs was nonetheless related to one of his associates and although you are thankful it was the case allowing you to uncover the whole web of lies he had been throwing over you, that truth hurt.

Your poor, stupid heart had fallen for the sweetness and gentleness he seemed to have in his; even the almost brutal passion he showed in the bedroom. But to you, love couldn’t get past the fundamental fact that he was part of a criminal organisation; that due to some of his decisions people died in the streets or dirty motels like rats. That those deaths were not only tragic on their own but that they also left  families broken. 

The only thing your love did for him, and having lived together up until that point, was to not call your friends at the DEA to put his ass in jail. Not that it would have been a smart move anyway without proof; you know you would have ended up dead and probably suffering before it. Very likely by one of his own men’s hands. However, you still had the audacity to tell him that it was the only reason you would step away and act like you had broken up for any other reason; like you hadn’t seen anything. Not that you had seen enough anyway.

Someone bumps into you as you walk away with your glass and you look at the gorgeous and ethereal creature that stands in front of you. He seems just as charmed by you because it feels like time has stopped since neither of you move, lost in each other’s eyes. It’s the reminder of Jungkook in freshman year at the university and how he had looked at you exactly like that, which sends you back to reality and you apologise to the man, asking for a cloth from the next waiter coming closer. 

It’s your father approaching to offer to get it cleaned at the hotel laundry what sorts the situation. Jimin, who introduces himself to both of you, excuses himself and walks out of the bar towards the elevators, presumably to change his suit. Your father scowls you as soon as the door closes and you look at him, with an arched brow. 

“It was an accident,” you mutter, not willing to take the blame. 

“You would do yourself, and your mother, a favour if you behaved like the lady we taught you to be,” he whispers in an annoyed tone. “The break of your compromise with Mr. Jeon doesn’t need to be the end of your chances to marry a good suiter. The party is full of them. Make sure you cause a good impression,” he states before approaching and kissing your forehead, hands rubbing your arms. “We want the best for you, Darling. Please.” he then mutters with a much softer tone and glare. 

You can only nod. No matter how hard you have worked to achieve your place in one of the most prestigious lawfirms in Seoul, it means nothing to your family if you don’t marry and secure the linage and continuity of the business as the only heir to your parents. The anger in you for the way they speak so tragically of your break up with Jungkook, as if he was the best of all men that you could have chosen to spend your life with, makes you want to go get screwed by the first pretty face that lingers around. Maybe even to be seen at a late hours club dancing your heart out for the paparazzi.

A man interrupts the sweet father-daughter moment and you are introduced to Seokjin, his prince-looking son. You soon recognise the man, who hasn’t introduced himself expecting you to know who he is. He is an associate of your father with his franchise in the city. You automatically see the game your father is playing and more than before, you just want to leave the party and unwind from the whole getting-you-a-husband experience. Unfortunately for you, your father has other plans and engages you into the conversation, making sure to brag about your achievements while making you look humble and modest. ‘When will this torture end’ you think, almost rolling your eyes.

Seokjin seems like someone you could get along with, but unfortunately doing so would make your parents sign up for a wedding and you are simply not up for it. He seems genuinely interested in you by the questions he makes and you try to entertain the conversation with caution not to let your sour humour -that practically exudes from you since your break up- make an act of presence. The sound of the elevator, however, seems to distract you from the conversation at the right moment. Jimin steps out of it and your heart skips a beat.

He walks your way in a black suit that clings to his body like a glove, unusually tight at the waist, differentiating him from the rigid-looking male suits present. As soon as he is in your reach he says, “I think this suits me better, I should thank you for that little accident, Darling.” with his eyes on you and a sweetness to them that doesn’t match the sharp eyeshadow that he’s used. You are speechless but can’t figure out if it’s because of his approach or his beauty. Maybe it’s both. “Do you need me to save you from this conversation?” he mutters, leaning closer and laughing as he stands straight again. 

“Jimin-ssi, let me present you, Kim Seokjin,” you say drifting away from the unpolitness that the CEO’s son doesn’t deserve. “I’ll be fine with him, I appreciate it,” you mutter once they have exchanged basic information to become acquaintances. They seem to like each other, genuinely, and somehow that makes you glad. 

“All right, I’ll let you two go back to the conversation you were having before I interrupted,” he says with a bright smile. “I’ll go sit at the bar. If you need me, just look my way,” he whispers before bowing to you and Seokjin. 

It’s that sudden thought that you don’t really know the man that makes you notice what you just allowed. Thing is, his charms draw you in to wanting to know more than what he has just let out to introduce himself to Seokjin. The prince looks at the angel as he walks away in what you would swear is awe and you can’t avoid to smile; you are not the only one who’s been tempted. 

“Have you known him for long?” wonders Seokjin, turning to you after he takes a sip of his flute. “You two seem close,” he points out and a shade of pink paints your cheeks, realising the way Jimin has put his hand between your shoulder blades and he hasn’t made you uncomfortable in the slightest. 

“Not long really,” you respond truthfully, then realise how bad that can make you look, “but Jimin has that thing that makes you feel safe around him,” you rush to correct, masking your apprehension good enough. At least for your parents sake, it’s best that you keep appearances. 

“I can tell, I feel like I knew him from somewhere,” he says, looking to the side with a slight frown before meeting your eyes again, “but it’s impossible. I would remember someone like him.” His tone lets you know the meaning behind his words, he’s being open about his attraction to Jimin.

“Seokjin…” you hesitate a second. “This might be improper of me to ask but… Are you by any means–”

“Gay?” he interrupts with a smile and you nod with doe eyes waiting for what he’s to say next.

“Between you and I… And this is me guessing that you are of another kind from these people… I’m bisexual.” he admits and you smile at him brightly. “My parents don’t know… Or at least they act like they have no clue about it.” 

“To keep the image,” you say before taking a sip. “Oh, sir, do I know things about that?” 

“I know,” he interjects, “that’s why I’m speaking freely. I can only guess what this party is truly about and I can only say that I pity you.”

“No interest in me then,” you tease before taking another sip, looking around the room. 

“Don’t take me wrong, that’s not what I meant at all,” he says, getting your attention. “I think you are attractive and from what I’ve heard you are smart. No matter how much your father tried to minimise the importance of your career, it hasn’t fooled me. I’ve read articles and you are really good at what you do. Marrying you instead of a frigid posh-princess would be it.” he looks at you above the glass of champagne, seductively. You swallow. 

“I didn’t expect that,” you say, clearing your throat. “I mean–”

“My apologies if I was too direct there,” he rushes to do damage control.

“No, no, on the contrary. I much rather someone who is genuine than to be playing the chase.” you rush to reassure. “I just didn’t expect that from any of my father’s colleagues son’s to be honest. Everyone…” 

“I know, I would like to–” he stops immediately when his father signals him from across the room pointing to his phone. “If you’ll excuse me?” 

“Sure! Don’t worry.” 

“It was a pleasure to speak. I hope we can repeat it,” he mentions with a bow. 

“I would be glad to,” you reply politely, unsure as to why you just don’t feel attracted to him.

As he walks away, you scan him through, noticing the formalwear wraps perfectly at his well built buttocks. A ‘not bad’ pout draws in your face before the awareness of someone picking on the gesture makes you panic. You scan the room. The only person with eyes on you is Jimin, and he looks away with a laugh, making all the blood in your body rush to your face. You bite your lower lip and chug the rest of your flute down your throat, before turning around, deciding to abandon the party.

The amount of flutes you’ve had during the tormentous situation, escapes your knowledge and although you are normally very careful with getting drunk, it becomes obvious that a slight dizziness is playing a part in your decision. But as you leave the glass object on the near table a voice stops you in your tracks. The room seems to have fallen silent too.

“Ares, may we speak?” the voice resounds in your mind and you feel like you are about to lose your balance and faint, in either order. 

You turn around and you must look as drained of blood as you feel because his face expresses surprise and somehow, worry. ‘Escape plan, now’ your mind buzzes and you search across the room, having become disoriented as to where the bar is. Jungkook feels way too close, although you are aware that he is keeping a way more than polite distance. He repeats the question, but you are preoccupied and Jimin is not in his seat. You feel the tears prickle in your eyes and look for your parents instead but all the room has gone back to their conversations and they seem more than pleased to have him talk to you, because they don’t give a second glance in your direction.

In that moment something takes over you, ‘You can do this. Refuse, block, move away.’ “No. We have nothing to say.” You tell him and begin to turn around again, dismissively, but he grabs your forearm whispering for you to listen to him. You turn with a death glare, “Let go of me, Jungkook, or I’ll scream this house down.”

“I doubt you will,” he talks under his breath, confidently. “Besides, it–”

“Dove, sorry for keeping you waiting.” Jimin says from your left flank and Jungkook lets you go at the instant. “Are you sure you left the jacket in your room? I haven’t been able to find it,” he says, keeping his eyes on you before turning slightly to Jungkook. “Oh, sorry, are we not leaving?” he says, returning his eyes to you, looking way more gentle and innocent than you know him for. 

“Yes we are, Chimmy. My jacket is at the entrance, sorry, I got distracted,” you let out and cringe internally to how improper it is to you to nickname him when you barely know him. “Excuse us,” you say to Jungkook and bow out of your own proper behaviour, seeing Jimin do the same. You see him astonished from the corner of your eye as Jimin puts his hand at your lower back and walks with you to the entrance. 

He asks for your jackets to the buttler and he goes inside the room behind the reception where they keep the larger jackets for those clients who pay an extra for it. Jimin eyes the furry white jacket you are handed and giggles for a reason you don’t understand before helping you in it. Then the soft blue uniformed man passed him another fluffy coat in black, like a raven's wings. You watch as he puts it on and you smile at the coincidence. “May we?” he says, offering his arm.

Outside, he is given the keys of a pretty dark purple Porsche Boxster and then accompanies you to your door and waits for you to sit comfortably before closing the door. Finally starting the car and leaving the premises he speaks, “Chimmy. I think I like it.” The giggle that follows makes you blush.

“So corny, I know. I just couldn’t think of anything better at the moment,” you explained, opening the jacket a little bit as the heater inside the car is working too well. He makes quick use of his hands without taking his eyes off the road; turning off the heater and opening the sunroof of the car while reducing its speed. He looks at you and nods in a muted question, you nod back and lean on the headrest while breathing in the cold air of the night. 

You don’t ask where he is taking you at first and just enjoy the fresh air of the autumn night, away from that senseless event, away from the strings of your parents. You are sure, once back, you will hear from them and it’s going to be an uncomfortable conversation, like it all is lately. You are fed up. “You will have to tell me where you want to go or what you want to do. I’m driving aimlessly,” he points out and you open your eyes to look at him. 

The wind seems to have a deal with him because it makes his hair go backwards beautifully, only accentuating how handsome he is. “I can’t believe I got in a car with a stranger,” you voice without a thought and he chuckles. “How did you know I needed to get out?” you finally inquire.

“I know who he is and by your face, you know what his business is. It wouldn’t have sat well in my conscience if I had let him charm you to his world,” he says while using the indicator to turn right. You are at a loss of words processing whatever that can mean. “May I suggest we stop here and talk until you decide what you want to do?” he questions.

“Sounds like a good plan, Jimin-ssi.”  

He stops at a viewpoint towards the city and you soak on the spectacle of little lights it displays. It never gets old. The feeling of being much more tinier than you think makes you smile. You can’t help but notice his eyes are on you and not the view for some time. The light pollution has the sky coated and you can’t see the stars but you know they are there. You let out a sigh.

“How do you know who he is?” you inquire moving in your seat to face him.

“I’m surprised you don’t.”

“I do. He’s my ex, but what about you? This is not something he goes around screaming,” you concede not up for a cat and mouse chase.

“Let’s say I’ve seen what his organisation is capable of and that I would very much like to see him between bars.” he lets out with what you can guess is a sort of grunt of resentment.  “What he does is so wrong… It should end. How did you date him?” he wonders, leaning at an angle between his seat and the door. “Didn’t your parents investigate him?”

“I’m not even sure they know… I obviously can’t say a word because these people are dangerous, but he wasn’t even in when we started dating,” you explain and he looks at you attentively. “God… I barely know you, what are we even doing talking about this. I don’t-” You panic a little, aware that this could be one of those tricks the organisation plays to prove loyalties. That talking too much could put everyone you know in danger. The most concerning part is how has he come across them and saw anything if he is not related to the criminal work himself or partnered with someone inside. He surely acts like he is single and these people don’t let you roam around with just anyone from the other gender that belongs in. 

“I understand,” he says with a gentle smile that makes his eyes turn into tiny moons. 

“Are you from the Intelligence Service?” you finally have the courage to ask.

“Oh, no, Darling. I just happen to have crossed paths with the wrong people. Just like you did,” he points out. “At least I got something nice out of it,” he says, extracting a white gold chain full of swarovski crystals. 

“No jokes,” you say, appreciating the piece. “I feel a little bit less pathetic now that you showed me this.” you point out and he raises an eyebrow questioning. Reaching inside the neck of your dress you extract a white gold necklace with a three carat, rose diamond in pearl cut, with a matching sapphire next to it. “Diamonds are forever, even if relationships are not.”

“Beautiful!” he says looking at it with interest. “May I?” he refers to touch it and you politely agree. “It’s magnificent. I wish I had a better light to view it,” he mutters letting it go. 

“It’s flawless. He made sure of it,” you say and the memory of the day he gifted it to you comes back rushing with all the emotions you felt. 

He was at the peak of his career, or so it seemed, because you would have never guessed where he got the money to buy the expensive piece. You were celebrating the numbers reached at the end of the year from the face business that kept all that was happening in the background hidden and he pulled you aside into his home office. 

“I have something for you,” he said, whispering in your ear. “Close your eyes.”

He put the piece gently on you, careful with the baby hairs sticking out of your formal bun. You opened your eyes at the feeling of the weight of it and looked at the piece astonished. Even if jewellery wasn’t your forte or something you paid too much attention to, aside from it being an accessory, you did understand what you were wearing. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook. You didn’t have to, this must have cost a fortune!” you said, feeling overwhelmed by wearing something of the calibre that wasn’t gifted by your parents. 

“It’s just a token for your constant support. It represents us together,” he said, kissing your cheek before embracing you and making your lips melt together. You could still feel the taste of his bourbon stained tongue and how warm he made you feel. He reached for your left hand and put it up in the air, to the side, making you tilt your head to look as he did too. “Soon I’ll put a matching ring on this finger. I just have to find the perfect diamond for it.” 

His words didn’t shock you as much as the casualty in which he said it, as if knowing it for certain. “I think my parents will be glad that we stop living in sin,” you said with a giggle. 

“Wouldn’t you?” his tone, although calm, couldn’t hide the slight hurt. 

“I would. We’ve talked about it,” you said, placing both hands at his chest, meeting his eyes in a plea. “I love you, gukkie.” The nickname made him smile immediately. Not the attractive smile he dedicated to everyone around, the one that had everyone wrapped around his little finger. No. The one that made him look like an innocent bunny, the one that reminded you of the first time he stole your breath. The one that reminded you of the time you fell in love with him. Four years ago. 

“I love you too, my rose.”

“I shouldn’t have brought up the subject,” he mutters and hands you his handkerchief before looking away, you realise a couple of tears are falling down your cheeks and rush to dry them with the item offered then you keep it between your fingers over your lap for a second.

“It’s not sadness, I don’t miss him. I just… I feel hurt because I was lied to,” you partially lie. 

“I wish I didn’t understand the feeling,” he says, touching his lips with his elbow over the downed window at his side. “But let’s not talk about that,” he suggests. “I know only a few overheard things from you at the party, I would like to know which ones are true,” he says, positioning himself to look at you again. 

“Damn, I hope it was all good.” The smile on your face is sincere. There’s something in him that simply seems to soothe you. 

“You are a lawyer and just won one of the most important cases in South Korea,” he points out and you feel flustered. 

“They exaggerate, I’m not the best. I also have a great team with me.”

“Don’t undermine your value, Diamond,” he says, raising your chin for you to look at him the same way you looked at the crowded room when you entered the party. “The world needs more people like you.” 

You don’t know what takes over you but your digits rest gently against his thumb and the next thing you know, you are both leaning for a kiss. His lips curve in a smirk the moment your lips touch and he presses them inviting you to part yours. The kiss goes slow as you both drink from the nectars of your mouths and you feel like you are tasting the clouds. 

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Not in a million years  would you have guessed that you would sneak through the back door of the hotel when a worker finished smoking and went inside. Neither would you kiss at every stop of the stairs until reaching his room. For sure, never, that you would be making out with the stranger in his bed like a couple of horny teenagers. 

He chuckles against your throat in response to a giggle when he grabs your ass, just like it happened when you were reaching his room floor. He nibbles and bites softly with an open mouth, his front teeth making goosebumps flourish all over your skin while your hands entwine over the bed. He lets his slide down over your arms until reaching your sides, sliding down to grasp your ass in handfuls and you gasp. He raises his upper body before using his shaft against your covered core, eyes hooded with desire, parted lips exposing the shallowness of his breath. 

You take grasp of his black hair at the scalp, softly sliding your fingers as you move up to find his throat and imitate what he has so expertly done to you. He grunts and has to remove his hands from your flesh to take hold of his own weight as you work.

He stands on his knees and you raise up using the moment you start undoing his shirt. His hand slides behind your back to undo the zipper of your dress. His chiselled chest displays right in front of your face as you get rid of the last button and you press a kiss on his ribs, where a ‘nevermind’ tattoo displays. He takes his shirt off from his arms and pulls your straps down your shoulders, letting him see your bra. 

He traces the extra lace at the upper part of your breasts where the thicker fabric covering them comes to an end, but the translucent silver looking material continues an inch. Your skin reacts to it and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

He slides his fingers up your sternum, where the two gems rest and he pulls his hand away. Unclasping his own necklace, he puts it on the bedside table, "Let's forget about them."

You nod and reach to your nape to unclasp your necklace. Taking it off you see the shine of both stones against the dim light of the room and you leave it next to his chain. 

Immediately his lips find your throat and his arms surround your waist to lean you on the bed. Getting comfortable between your legs. The cold of the metallic buckle makes you gasp for a moment and instinctively reach to separate it from your skin. 

He makes a little space to see what's going on, concerned, then realises no harm has been done and sits on his legs, unbuckling it. He starts pulling off the trousers down his thighs but you put a hand on his and move to stand, gesturing for him to do the same. 

When he obeys, you pull them down to his ankles, lowering to your knees and he meets your eyes when you look up. His crotch, in grey boxers, is right in front of you but he doesn’t look proud or greedy for having you in that position. He only seems to wait and your eyes fall on his bulge. 

Your dominant hand follows and you outline the shape of him, making his breath hitch when you trace the tip. The fact that he's still a stranger becomes your safe place. No need to worry about being judged because even if he does, you don't need to see him tomorrow. Something, maybe that thought itself, gives you the strength to unleash. 

You approach your face to his area and nibble on the middle of the girth. This time he hisses letting his head fall backwards and you pull the fabric covering him to his knees, looking at the perfection of his member. Hard and straight it springs out touching your nose. His eyes lock on yours again when you grab him and press the tip of your tongue at the juncture of his head. 

He squints his eyes and hisses once again, opening them, when you take it in your mouth. You play around it with your tongue, circling it, sucking softly, and his hand meets your nape, holding your hair but not inducing anything. 

The moment you start bobbing your head he grunts and you feel his precum spill over your tongue. "Damn…" he says using his grip to get away from your mouth and holds his shaft with one hand. "Stand, Diamond." 

He lets go of himself when you obey and grabbing you by the waist he makes you sit at the edge of the tall bed and falls on his knees in front of you. He gently discards your silver laced panties and grabs your legs to put them on his shoulders as he leans forward kissing the insides of your thighs. 

It's the first time you do this with anyone who isn't Jungkook and it just feels oddly cool to feel this man's tongue gently rub your knob. He works slowly, exploring, trying, and teasing until you are gasping at the verge of an orgasm. Then, his rhythm changes and seems to undo and redo his traces. 

You almost cry his name, unravelling in his mouth as he doesn't let go of your legs and keeps it going while you are at your peak. The aggressiveness in which he keeps licking makes you try to pull away but his grip becomes almost bruising and he nibbles a bit hard on your left thigh. "Let me do it again…" he mutters, looking at the spot before looking at your pleading eyes. "You taste so good…" 

His words send a wave of pleasure through you that you let out in a moan as you nod. He returns to it with closed eyes, focused, and moans the moment you arch your back again for him. 

He lets you find a spot in the bed to rest when he stands wiping precum from his tip before reaching for a napkin to clean it from his thumb. He leans forward to kiss you; his lips meet yours lightly, playing with the intensity until he pulls away and you involuntarily try to follow him with your mouth. 

He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a condom, opening it with ease. "Wanna keep it going?" he questions right before he starts slipping it on. You nod, feeling your body radiate heat to the thought of feeling him inside of you. 

He makes sure you are comfortable over the bed and allows his lips to fall on your neck trailing little nibbles as he mumbles how much he wants you. He seems in a trance, just as much as you are and when he aligns with you, you use your heels to encourage him pushing further in. He grabs at the back of one of the thighs to stop you and spanks slightly the other while hissing for you to stop. To your complaint, he lets go and obeys making both of you gasp when he fills you to the hilt. 

His hips snap on yours almost immediately and the hard grip stays on your thigh, as your nails start digging on his back. "Stop that, damn it…" he says and you chuckle in response, before he pulls out. He then puts you on all fours and plunges in making you moan and whine the moment he starts fucking you relentless with a hand at your nape. You grip at the sheets as if you were going to shred them before he angles better, making you let your forehead over the bed as he keeps it going. At the moment you feel you are peaking you close the grip of your walls, comming undone with the friction and spills with a growl almost immediately. "F-fuuck…" 

. 

Both spent, he whispers for you to sleep with him and make use of his room as much you need.

Soon the drowsiness of exhaustion drifts you to slumber and he, who seemed to be just as tired, opens his eyes when your breath turns even. You don't notice him standing slowly, pacing the room completely naked with the calm of owning it and reaching to the nightstand for your necklace. 

He walks to the bathroom and takes a bag from underneath the sink. He places the jewel over a scale and then over a paper, taking a picture of the piece with a smartphone also from the bag. He types the characteristics and sends it all to the receiver before putting everything away. He goes out of the bathroom and makes sure to place the piece like nothing happened. 

His phone buzzes on the nightstand; unknown number. 

"Folder created. Ready to receive," says a male voice at the other side of the phone. 

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

“Why Ikkaku Ships LawNa” TED Talk

Stepping onto the stage, Ikkaku was dressed fairly professionally. A crisp black blazer, pencil skirt, and oddly enough, glasses she did not need in the slightest. Adjusting those glasses, she cleared her throat before unbuttoning the blazer to reveal a t-shirt underneath, LAW X NAMI 4 EVER printed in bold black letters over a yellow heart.

“So. Trafalgar Law and ‘Cat Thief’ Nami. Allies. Friends? No, lovers. That’s right, Law and Nami are banging. But they’re doing more than just that, aren’t they? Nami’s sunk her claws into him while Law’s stolen her heart. Or maybe it’s the other way around? Either way, it’s undoubtedly one of the best things to ever happen to my captain.”

Staring out at the audience, Ikkaku continued, “I’m sure many of you are asking ‘how the fuck do those two work?!’ Well, I can understand how you small-minded fools could think that. He’s a grumpy bastard while she’s a greedy minx. He loves doing horrible experiments while she loves conning people out of their money. But you only think that way because you aren’t looking very hard at them, are you?” She took a sip of water, paying no mind to the people who grumbled or tried to leave.

Yeah, good luck with that. She had the other Hearts barricade the doors. No one was leaving until she said so.

“That’s why I’m here; to educate the masses on why these two work. So let’s get started, shall we? We’ll start with the surface reasons. Nami is more than just a ten; she’s an eleven, just like Law. She’s drop-dead gorgeous and yeah maybe it’s shallow to say but I think Law deserves someone as pretty as him. They are very aesthetically pleasing as a pair, and it makes my inner fashionista happy to see them getting dressed up and looking damn fine when they go out together.

“But she’s more than just good looks. No, this girl is everything I think Law needs in a partner. She’s his intellectual equal. Seriously, she’s one of three people on the Thousand Sunny that Law can have an actual conversation with about hundreds of different topics. Politics, history, weather, science, economics, culture, she even knows a little bit about basic medicine so he can talk to her about his work without getting a completely blank look in response. She’s also wily as fuck. Like, her deviousness rivals his at points and that is damn impressive. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can get the better of Law, even for something as simple as stealing a wallet? And even fewer people he likes enough to not plot murderous revenge against. Just petty payback. It’s great to watch.”

Had it been anyone else, perhaps Ikkaku would have been offended on her captain’s behalf that someone would be bold enough to even attempt to pickpocket him, but Nami was a rare, extremely endearing exception. A woman who had managed to capture his attention and can keep him on his toes was exactly the kind of woman she could picture Law falling for.

“Next, she’s also a great balance to his personality. I’m not blind to the fact that my captain is a fucking grumpy ass and a bastard. All dark and edgy and full of spite towards the world. Nami’s not quite pure sunshine but she’s bright, you know? She’s gone through some shit too but is still smiling despite that. Still fighting to achieve her dream. Kind of a warm summer sunbeam to counteract his winter gust of wind if you want to get poetic about it. But she’s also not totally innocent. She’s done some dark shit for the sake of survival. You don’t spend years working for the man who murdered your mother for the sake of freeing your village without doing some morally questionable things. Yeah, not nearly as bad as Law has but she’s still got a bit of darkness balance out the brightness. I think someone who was too much joy and sunshine would utterly repulse a cynic like Law. Gotta have a bit of both. But she’s definitely more light than dark which is what he needs.

“And then there’s the fact that she doesn’t stand for his bullshit. She’s willing to call him out when he’s being too much of a bastard or a stubborn ass. Law needs more people who care about him enough to do that. I can’t always be the one pointing out when he’s being an ass. It’s nice to have someone I can tag in to take over an argument when I need a breather.”

One could argue that was a somewhat selfish reason, and perhaps it was just a little, but Ikkaku would stand by her statement. Hell, having a second person willing to come in and tell him off was a good thing for all parties. It was easier to ignore the scolding from his engineer after all these years, so a second opinion telling him he was being reckless or not taking proper care of himself might actually manage to convince him to do what was best.

“But I think the biggest thing that makes them work is that Nami understands Law in a way I don’t think anyone else really can. She’s told me about what her life was like before Straw Hat saved her, and Law finally spilled his guts to us after Dressrosa. It’s impossible not to see the parallels, even if their stories are kind of opposites. Like, both of them became pirates at a young age and were forced to deal with the guilt that came from the death of a beloved parental figure sacrificing themselves for them. Both were haunted by the shadow of that murderer throughout their lives until Straw Hat stepped in and kicked their ass. So, they can relate to each other in ways I don’t think others really can. Not even me and the crew.

The thing is, Nami’s gotten closure in a way that Law hasn’t. She’s learned to let go and even forgive a little. To smile with all her heart and keep moving forward with her life. So I think Nami’s really fucking good for him because she’s an example of what he can be. She went through a hell that wasn’t totally unlike his, but she came out the other side with a smile despite it all. Hell, you could even argue that she went through something even worse than Law, since he at least didn’t have to work under the person he hated the most through most of his life. I think if their situations were switched, neither would have survived.”

Ikkaku gave a sigh. “Straw Hat kicking Doflamingo’s ass isn’t the closure Law needed, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know my captain. He spent ten years plotting to kill that man. To burn down his empire and destroy him in every way he could think of just to ensure the man truly suffered. And yeah, the pink bastard’s in jail now and no longer ruling Dressrosa, but this was never about freeing a kingdom or putting the bad guy away. This was about revenge. Revenge Law was willing to die for. Straw Hat may have beaten him, but it wasn’t the victory Law needed. It wasn’t like what he did for Nami. Yet while I know Law’s never going to fully get that same peace Nami has so long as Joker is still alive, but I still think it’s important for him to see that there is life after the pain. That if Nami can get through it, so can he. I feel that because she’s gone through something similar, she can kinda…get through to him in a way we never could.”

There was a pause as Ikkaku looked out at the audience. Some had begun to nod while others were looking at her skeptically. Understandably, really, as she was a rather biased party, but thankfully she had come prepared for this argument. Helped that she’d had it with Law himself once.

“Now, before anyone thinks this is just me projecting what I want for Law onto Nami, I think he’s good for her, too. Don’t get me wrong, I know she loves her crew, but that girl is surrounded by the likes of Straw Hat, Zoro, Franky, and Brook 24/7. She needs someone on her intellectual level she can talk to. Someone who understands the difficulties of running a ship and that she can bounce ideas off of. Law can advise her on the quartermaster duties I know she takes on and how to run things most efficiently. Someone who can appreciate her sexiness without becoming a drooling mess and who doesn’t fall for her seduction tactics too easily. Hell, I think he can turn the tables and seduce her right back!

“On top of that, you know how I said she can help him get closure for his past? Well, I think Law’s good for her in that he can understand the anger and frustration she must have felt while working for that Arlong bastard. He understands her pain in a way not even Straw Hat could. And, let’s be honest, the guy’s not actually dead. If he ever got out, I feel like Law’s kind of the ideal guy to go to for help. He’d understand why she needs revenge and could get her to him no problem. Luffy of course gets first dibs because he’s her captain, but if Nami wants Arlong dead instead of just beaten to a pulp, well, Law can sure as fuck make him suffer before finally crushing his heart in his bare hands.”

The morbidity of the image had a few people cringing, but Ikkaku merely adjusted her glasses and smiled. “Law’s also good for Nami in that he’ll protect her with his life. The man doesn’t let people into his heart easily but when he loves, it’s like a force of nature. It’s powerful. He would bring the world to its knees for her. There’s also pretty much nothing he won’t do to save her if she’s sick or injured. He’ll protect her, heal her, give her the world if she asked it. And doesn’t she deserve that?

“Speaking of giving her stuff, Law is ideal for Nami because he can give her pretty much anything material she might want. Do you have any idea how much treasure is at the bottom of the sea? We Hearts have basically the whole ocean floor at our disposal, with all the sunken treasure, rare materials, and relics of lost cities we can get our hands on. Law’s loaded. And anything he couldn’t buy for Nami, he could steal with his powers. I doubt she’d even have to ask. Just point and it would be in her hands. It would be worth the cost or trouble to keep her happy.”

Glancing at the clock, Ikkaku decided it was about time to wrap this up. If she kept her captive audience, well, captive for too long, people might start asking questions. Like where the person who was originally going to be giving a presentation had disappeared to. Or they might do something extra stupid, like call the Marines to come arrest the Heart Pirates. That would be so awkward and annoying.

“The most important thing, though, is just that Law’s happy around her. He softens in a way that I usually only see with the crew. And I think he makes her happy, too. I know he’ll insist this is just a fling, but I honestly can see this working out for the long term. Mostly because I don’t think either one would try to pin the other down. Neither is going to be leaving their crews for the other, and that’s ok! They don’t actually need to be together all the time for things to work. They can be apart in person but together in spirit. Nami can continue to work towards her dream of making a map of the world while Law continues exploring the ocean with us. Nami’s incredibly loyal and like I said, once you’re in Law’s heart you’re not getting out, so I can’t see their feelings fading or anything just because they don’t see each other for a while. Hell, I think it’ll be good for them since the distance means they’ll appreciate their reunions more and won’t be smothering each other. And I’m sure Law would let her come along with us for a bit anytime she wanted to explore the underwater currents or islands in the Calm Belt she might be interested in adding to her map.”

Hands on her hips, t-shirt still proudly on display, Ikkaku concluded, “Don’t get me wrong, Law’s a stubborn ass who’s going to take a while before he actually accepts those feelings. Man does not like being vulnerable and these are dangerous, scary, unfamiliar waters for him. He sure as hell won’t be telling her ‘I love you’ anytime soon, but I think she’s ok with that. I’m not sure she’s the type to say it too quickly, either. They’re both smart enough to read between the lines and know what’s up without needing to say the words. That tells me they’re definitely in sync and can handle each other’s unique quirks and qualities. It’s why they’re good together, and why I’ll gladly be captain of this ship, even if it sails into Hell itself. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. As you leave, please take a LAW X NAMI 4 EVER t-shirt. Anyone who tries to leave the room without one will be mauled by Bepo. Or bitten by Shachi. Or maybe Jean Bart will just snap you in half. Depends on which door you leave through. Anyway, goodnight!”