#at least give her a pink jumpsuit and a cute clothes change too

[lesbianlorna]

not a day goes by where i don't mourn the wasted potential of midge in the barbie movie, they could've utilized her so much more outside those 2 gags....

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 9 | previously: part 8 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! 💙so there isn’t too much Bakugou in this part BUT i promise the part after this will make up for it *wink wink*. and i just think this part is really cute anyway ☺️ enjoy xx

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nine: girls day

“Y/N! Y/N! GET UP SLEEPY HEAD!!”

You woke up to the sound of someone banging and giggling outside your dorm.

“Fucking hell… GIVE ME A SECOND!” You groaned and got up from your bed. You opened the door to see a smiling Mina, Momo, Uraraka, Jirou, Hagakure, and Tsu.

“What the hell…”

“I knew she’d forget,” laughed Jirou.

“Forget what?”

“Girls day today!” squealed Mina. You perked up, remembering well what Mina had mentioned to you a couple days ago.

“I didn’t forget...my alarm just didn’t go off,” you lied.

“Well we are all leaving in about 15 minutes so get dressed and let’s get going!” Mina and the other girls ran off. You were still waking yourself up as you rubbed your eyes.

“You look like hell,” said Bakugou, standing outside your room. You immediately crossed your arms.

“Fuck off Katsuki. It’s too early for your shit.”

“It’s almost noon.”

You huffed.

“Whatever.” You closed your door and began scrambling around for something to wear. You quickly put together an outfit and slipped your shoes on. You grabbed your wallet and phone, shoving it all into a small bag, then rushed out the door.

“There she is! You look great!” smiled Mina.

“God I love it when they wear casual clothes…” mumbled Mineta. You scoffed and kicked the purple boy over.

“SHIT-”

“Can you ever not be creepy?” You muttered.

“Alright ladies, a day filled with fun is just ahead! Let’s go!” cheered Mina. You sighed and began to follow your friends out the door.

“Hey dumbass!” called Bakugou. You turned around to look at him.

“Yes?”

“Have fun,” he smiled. Your eyes widened.

“Fine maybe I will!” You replied. Bakugou raised a brow but laughed off your comment. You gave him a shy smile and rejoined your friends.

“Fine maybe I will”? What the fuck Y/N.

~

You and the rest of the girls in your class took the train to the city. It was a beautiful day, a cool breeze passing by you as you walked along the city streets. The seven of you stopped for some boba before being led into a store by Mina.

“Guys, what is this?” You asked as sipped on your drink. You looked around the girly boutique.

“PROM DRESS SHOPPING!!” cheered Mina raising her arms in the air.

“My parents set us up with an appointment and we have the whole shop to ourselves!” explained Momo.

“Momo what is your life…” mumbled Uraraka.

“Oh gosh I don’t even know where to start!” squealed Hagakure.

“Hi ladies! How can I help?” asked the store manager.

“We have our Prom this week and we need some show stopping dresses!” said Mina.

“Well you’ve come to the right place! Here I’ll show you around.”

You followed the manager around the store as she showed you the endless amounts of dazzling dresses. It was an understatement to say you felt a bit overwhelmed.

“Feel free to pick out a few dresses and try them on. Don’t be afraid to ask any of our attendants for some help,” smiled the manager.

“Thank you very much!”

Your friends immediately dispersed along the aisles of clothing. Piling up whatever outfits caught their eyes. You walked slowly as you looked around, feeling a bit intimidated by the glitz and glamour.

“Would you like some help?” said a voice. You turned around to see one of the attendants.

“Uh yeah that would be great actually,” you said nervously.

“Perfect. What’s your name hun?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Zella. Do you know what style of dress you are looking for?” She asked. You shrugged.

“All I know is that I need a long dress. I have no idea what I actually want,” you admitted. Zella smiled.

“Well that’s why I’m here. How about I pick a few styles out and you let me know what you think of them?”

“That sounds good.”

You followed Zella as she picked out a couple dresses. She would show you them, asking for your approval before keeping it for you to try on.

“Probably not something pink,” you laughed as you looked at the princess dress before you. Zella chuckled.

“Noted.”

“How is it going Y/N?” asked Mina, or what you presumed to be Mina. You could barely tell through the skyscraper of dresses she was carrying.

“Uh good thanks. I think you’re holding half of the store there,” you joked.

“Gonna go try them on! I have to find the perfect one!” She cheered.

“I think we have enough for you to try on too,” chimed in Zella. You nodded and went over to the dressing room.

“We should do this bridal style and each one of us goes one at a time!” Suggested Uraraka. You laughed.

“As long as I can sit on the couch the longest, I’m good.”

“Me first!” Mina rushed into the dressing room to change. You crammed onto the couch with your friends in front of the mirrors and riser.

“So Y/N, what did you tell Deku?” asked Jirou. You flinched.

“Well uh, I told him that I’d rather go without a date. He understood so we’re cool,” you explained.

“Yeah well dates are overrated anyway,” said Jirou.

“Did you want someone else to ask you?” asked Uraraka. Your face went warm.

“Well uh I wouldn’t put it like that it’s just that-”

“Okay dress number one!” said Mina.

Thank god.

Mina twirled around in a white and gold flowy dress.

“It’s cute Mina but it’s not you, you know?” said Momo.

“I agree. You need something bolder!” You smiled.

“Yeah I'm not the biggest fan of this one either. Onto the next!”

~

The seven of you took turns trying on and showing off your dresses. After about 30 dresses, Mina settled on a light purple dress, definitely more of her vibe. Momo went next, trying on about 10 dresses. She picked a vibrant red one. Jirou only tried on one outfit, a two-piece black jumpsuit. She was set on it from the start. Hagakure tried on every pink dress possible. She actually chose the pink dress that you had rejected. Uraraka also went for pink, but more of a lighter tone. Lastly, Tsu picked out an emerald green dress. All of your friends looked stunning.

“Alright Y/N, you’re up,” smiled Tsu as she exited the dressing room. You sighed.

“Bare with me ladies,” you joked. You walked over to the dressing room and stepped inside. Zella had already hung up the dresses you had picked. You looked at them, unsure where to start. You decided to put on your least favorite first, just to get it out of the way. You slipped the light blue dress on and looked in the mirror.

I look like a fucking cupcake.

Just to amuse your friends, you stepped out of the dressing room. Their hands flew to their mouths.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Y/N wears a bright color,” joked Mina.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it because this is definitely a no,” you laughed as you stood on the riser.

“This is priceless...”

“Y/N, this dress just came in today so it wasn’t on the floor yet. I think you’d like it.” Zella rushed over to you holding a zipped up dress bag. You smiled.

“Anything to get me out of this.”

You took the bag and went back into the dressing room. You hung up the bag and unzipped it. You gasped. Inside was a beautiful black dress with thin straps and a slit for one of your legs. You eagerly changed out of the dress you were wearing and put the new one on.

“Zella? Could you zip me up?” You asked, opening the door. Zella smiled.

“That’s definitely the one.” You turned around and Zella zipped you up. You walked out to your friends. This time their hands flew to their mouths, but in a good way. You stepped onto the riser, letting the skirt of the dress fall around you. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh Y/N, you look beautiful,” Mina gushed. Your face grew warm.

“It’s just the dress that’s all…”

“No it’s you. You’re glowing,” said Momo. You continued to look at yourself. You felt beautiful. You were beautiful.

“Fine I guess I’ll get this one,” you joked.

“Perfect! Let’s get you changed and get going!” smiled Mina. You nodded, heading back to the dressing room.

You changed back into your clothes and zipped the dress back into its bag. You took the dress and went to meet your friends.

“Alright, who is paying first?” You asked.

“Oh no no. All your dresses have been paid for by the Yaoyorozu’s. You’re all good to go,” explained the manager. All your jaws dropped as you looked at Momo.

“Surprise…?”

“MOMO!” The six of you rushed over to your friend, joining in a large group hug.

“Tell your parents the biggest thank you!” said Uraraka.

“I will,” smiled Momo.

~

After your wonderful day filled with fun just as Mina had promised, you were back at UA. The seven of you walked into the dorms and watched as the boys' faces lit up from your return.

“THEY'RE BACK!” cheered Denki and Mineta as they rushed towards you all.

“Mineta if you lay one hand on me I’ll blow your ass up right here right now,” you warned him. He nodded, stepping back.

“How was your ‘Girls Day’?” asked Iida.

“It was amazing!” gushed Uraraka.

“Well I see you all found your dresses for Prom. That’s excellent!”

“Yeah only after trying on half of the store,” you joked. You went over to your room and set your dress bag down.

“Hey dumbass,” said Bakugou, standing outside your door.

“Hi Katsuki,” you smiled. He raised a brow.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

“What? I can’t smile at you?”

Bakugou smirked. “No no, go right ahead.”

“Find your dress?” He asked, pointing to the dress bag laying on your bed. You smiled.

“Yeah I did. Wanna see?” You said eagerly.

“Woah is that like allowed?”

“Katsuki it’s a prom dress not a wedding gown,” you chuckled. Bakugou stepped inside of your room and stood beside you as you unzipped the bag. You showed just the top of the dress. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“That’s uh-that’s a pretty dress,” stuttered Bakugou.

“Thanks,” you smiled. You looked up at Bakugou, who was already looking at you. Your face got hot.

“Well uh, I’m exhausted so I think I’m gonna take a nap,” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Alright. Sleep well.”

“Thanks Katsuki.” Bakugou left your room and you slowly shut the door behind him. You pressed your back against the door, placing your cold hands on your hot face.

Only 7 more days until Prom. Just 7 more days. I can do this.

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a/n: so i actually have pictures of all the dresses i mentioned in this part but im not sure if you all would care to see them so just please lmk so that i can post the dress/outfit hc’s that go with this part :)))

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[anubislover]

Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya Chapter 5: The Masks We Wear

“You are, without a doubt, the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met!” Nami screamed, her voice echoing down the steel hallway. Most of the crew had taken cover in any room they could find—things had been tense ever since the sunburn incident over a week ago, everyone walking on eggshells waiting for Law’s inevitable revenge. They all knew it wouldn’t be right away; the man liked to take his time, meticulously planning while his victim was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he had forgiven and forgotten. There was already a large betting pool on what would happen and when, with theories ranging from her waking up to a room full of organs to being forced to wear a skimpy nurse uniform.

Most were silently praying for the latter.

Across from her, Law glared, arms crossed and knuckles white as a small vein popped in his neck out of frustration. They’d been arguing for nearly ten minutes, and for a man who was used to having his orders followed immediately and enthusiastically, it was quickly growing wearisome. “And you’re the most infuriating little witch I’ve ever encountered. I’m not even asking much; it’s completely within your skillset.”

“Like hell it is! You’d have more luck convincing me to wear your crew’s stupid jumpsuits!”

“And deprive my men of seeing you prance around in practically nothing? Morale would tank.”

She crossed her arms, scowling. “Then we agree; I’m not doing it.”

“Our agreement was that you work for me; that means you listen to my orders and carry them out, no arguments.”

“I absolutely never agreed to the ‘no arguments’ part.”

“All I’m asking is for you to pull your weight by using your skills as the Cat Thief to assist me in a little infiltration job. Or do you not know how to act like a lady?” he taunted.

She bristled at the insult but refused to take the bait. “I already pull my weight; I help Bepo with his maps, guide you through storms, and do my share of chores.”

“I’ll concede to the first two, but I know you’ve been conning the men into doing your cleaning.”

She didn’t even try to stop the pleased smirk from curving her lips. “I can’t help it if they feel like being gentlemen by taking on some extra mopping so I can dedicate my time to more important matters.”

“And you thank them by stealing their wallets.”

“It’s no secret I’m a thief; they should know better than to let their guards down around me. Consider it training; you said I shouldn’t let my skills degrade, and a pretty face like mine could be their downfall if they don’t smarten up.”

“That’s the only reason I haven’t removed your hands for it, Nami-ya,” Law replied sourly. “That being said, I’m ordering you to stop stealing from them. It’s not nice to take advantage of your crew.”

Infuriated, she jabbed him in the chest. “They’re not my crew! We’re in a temporary alliance, and I’m fine working with them, but I’m a Straw Hat! Get that through your pigheaded-skull!”

A hand shot forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to Law’s tall, imposing form. “For all intents and purposes, until the year is up, you’re a Heart Pirate. I said when you first arrived, I intend on making the most of having you on my crew, and I meant it.” Arguing was getting him nowhere, so he quickly changed tactics. A shiver ran up Nami’s spine as he leaned close, hot breath ghosting over her sensitive ear and neck. “You’re stealthy, clever, beautiful, and one of the best burglars on the Grand Line. I can’t imagine a better partner. With our combined skillsets, a job like this should be both easy and extremely profitable. I just need your help searching the place for some classified documents once the party’s in full swing.”

A hint of pink dusted her cheeks at his flattery. “Documents?”

“Inside the main study is a safe full of Marine codes, reports on the various atrocities they’ve caused in the name of ‘justice,’ names of soldiers infiltrating pirate crews—all things that go for millions of belli on the black market. Besides that, our target is known for having expensive tastes. Bejeweled trinkets, high-end art, gold statuettes; the man’s loaded.”

Nami couldn’t help it; belli signs flashed in her eyes at the thought of getting her hands on that treasure. Law’d said he had a big job planned, and clearly, he wasn’t kidding.

It was clear that he had her attention, so the Dark Doctor pressed on, voice dropping an octave to seductively murmur, “And that’s just the study. Imagine all the rich pockets you could pick at the party. Far more profitable than my crew, and anything you manage to steal on your own is completely yours; I won’t even demand a cut.” Brushing his free hand across the sleeve of her borrowed shirt, he added, “I was even generous enough to buy you a new dress for the occasion, since you’ll need to look the part of a rich doctor’s lover.”

As much as she hated it, she was wavering. When he’d first proposed—or more specifically, ordered—she escort him to a party as his date, she’d refused on principle. But damn, after only a month, he was starting to figure out her weaknesses, and right now, money was a big one. She had very little to her name on the ship; most of her clothes were borrowed from Ikkaku, and while they’ve made port a couple times, she hadn’t been able to get much beyond the essentials. So the idea of having fresh, wealthy victims and an outfit of her own that she didn’t even have to pay for was tempting indeed.

Too bad she knew pirates like him didn’t do anything for free.

Ignoring the overwhelming heat of his proximity and her natural greed, hazelnut eyes met his hooded gaze suspiciously. “What’s your real game here, Law?”

To his credit, his lazy grin didn’t falter. “Maybe I just think it’ll be amusing to watch you force yourself to shower me with love and adoration all night.”

Nami didn’t buy it for a second. Beneath the sharp scent of soap and antiseptic, she could smell a con. “And who, exactly, owns the house we’ll be infiltrating?”

The confident expression finally slid off his face. “Baron Harpin Gerald, former Head of Intelligence for the Navy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“He’s over 70 years old—far past his prime.”

“Whitebeard was 72 and still considered the Strongest Man in the World! Garp’s even older and he can throw cannonballs like baseballs! And do you really think a couple of pirates won’t be recognized at a former Marine bigwig’s gala? Especially one of the fucking Supernova?!” she shouted, trying to pull away for the certified madman who’d managed to rope her into service.

Not budging or releasing his hold on the slippery thief, he stated, “Lucky that it’s a masquerade ball, then. A good mask, some temporary hair dye, and no one will suspect a thing. Besides, no pirate would be brazen enough to walk right into the lion’s den.”

“You mean stupid enough.”

“And here I thought you’d enjoy making a little extra cash.”

“I like staying out of jail more. Besides, I’ve seen what your powers can do; you don’t even need to attend the party!”

Gold eyes narrowed in annoyance, though she got the sense it wasn’t fully at her. “On that scale, everyone with eyes will notice a mysterious blue bubble springing up out of nowhere, and someone is sure to raise the alarm,” he countered. “The other problem is that the safe is made out of Seastone—that means my powers are useless, and even touching the damn thing weakens me. So, I need a more traditional thief by my side as back-up.”

Realization hit her like Luffy’s Gum-Gum Bazooka. “You’ve tried to rob him before, haven’t you?”

“Once, about six months ago. Far from a success, though at least the injuries were minimal and he never found out who got past his defenses.”

She frowned. Now it definitely made sense why he wanted to infiltrate the masquerade, but she was still skeptical. “How do you even plan to get us in? If this party’s as fancy as you say, there’ll be a guest list, invitations, at the very list some kind of ID check at the entrance to keep the riffraff out.”

Law reached into his jean pocket, drawing out a shiny, embossed invitation. “Then it’s a good thing Dr. Goodheart Adrian M.D. and his plus-one have already RSVP’d.”

“You really think they’ll fall for a fake invitation?”

“I sent Uni ahead to switch out the guest list with an updated version. Bribed a servant to let him take his place. He sent me a message this morning that he was successful, so we’re in.”

“Like anyone would believe you’re a real doctor.”

“I am a real doctor—I wouldn’t have been able to save Mugiwara’s life if I weren’t,” he said pointedly.

Nami winced. There was that painful reminder of exactly how much she owed this man and that, whether she liked it or not, she was obligated to follow his orders for the sake of their deal. The whole plan sounded absolutely insane, but it was still a plan—far more than she was used to on her own crew.

And she really needed the money. Not just for shopping; being so poor again brought back too many painful memories of her childhood, of being poor and watching Bellemere eat nothing but mikans so her kids would have enough to eat. Of putting aside the majority of her haul after every job, counting down the days until she’d have enough to buy back her village. Of watching those shady Marines destroy the mikan grove, hauling away her stash so Arlong could keep her forever. Treasure was more than just shiny coins and cute outfits to her—it was a safety net, something she clung to as tightly as a child might a security blanket.

Money could keep monsters at bay, and now that she was stuck on a ship with the Surgeon of Death, that fact was more prominent than ever.

So as much as she wanted to refuse and wipe that smug glint from his eye, she knew he had her backed into a corner, where the most she could do was give in gracefully.

At long last, she sighed, “My dress better have pockets.”

XXX

Though she generally preferred casual clothes, Nami appreciated expensive things, and the gown Law had gotten her definitely screamed “money.” The gold satin overdress, embossed with darker gold leopard spots, draped over her curves magnificently, cinching tightly at the waist with a black and gold belt; the bottom had an under layer of stiff interfacing, allowing it to flare out like a ballgown without the need for tulle or petticoats while concealing a daring slit where she could slip her ill-gotten goods into the many hidden interior pockets or expose the pale flesh of her leg as a distraction. The plunging neckline was nearly to her sternum, and the long, billowing sleeves hid her signature tattoo. It was more like an extremely fancy robe in its design, and underneath was a skintight, black, spaghetti-strap bodysuit much better for sneaking around in, her Clima-Tact strapped to her thigh. A string of pearls and matching earrings completed the look—it wasn’t quite as fancy as what she was sure other women would be wearing, but it was what she had, and it was less conspicuous than going unadorned. If she were lucky, maybe she’d have the opportunity to swipe something better off a drunk heiress.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” the Cat Thief grumbled as she carefully applied eyeliner. A long, dark purple wig covered her orange hair, the loose, elegant curls pinned away from her face with a few barrettes inlaid with pearls, letting the rest cascade down her back like a midnight waterfall. Ikkaku had given her permission to use as much of her makeup as needed, and with a bit of contouring and highlighter, Nami could hardly recognize herself.

“I can,” the engineer chimed from her bed where she’d been studying the mansion’s blueprints. She and the rest of the crew were tasked with causing a number of diversions throughout the island that would draw away the guards and authorities, giving the pair inside the perfect opportunity to sneak away to the study. “He made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous.”

“What, you want to be Law’s girlfriend for the night? Because I’m willing to trade.”

“Hell no—last time we tried that cover, I couldn’t keep a straight face. Nearly tanked the whole plan. But it’s cute how far he’s willing to go to get you on his side. It’s even funnier that you pretend you don’t like it.”

Nami snorted, brushing on some mascara, pleased with how sultry the fanned-out lashes made her almond eyes. “I don’t like it. He’s a creep, and Luffy’s rival, and I’m still waiting for the day I wake up on his operating table, heart and liver and kidneys on display and ready for sale. Or for him to sell me wholesale to the highest bidder.”

Shaking her head, Ikkaku replied matter-of-factly, “He wouldn’t do that to you unless you really tried to fuck us over. Like, there was one guy who joined up not long after me who tried to sell Bepo to some slavers—Minks go for a lot at auctions. Captain’s not usually one for cold-blooded torture, but he made that bastard suffer. Last we saw him, the guy was in pieces being shipped off to separate corners of the four Blues.”

She shuddered at the image, though she couldn’t bring herself to fault his reaction. The more she got to know Bepo, the more she wanted to protect him, too, and from what she’d gathered, the bear was one of Law’s oldest and closest friends. “Now that I believe, but are you seriously not afraid of him? You’ve seen what he can do, and while he’s not as bad as I thought, you can’t tell me all of his reputation’s government propaganda.”

“Why would I be? Even if he was as ruthless as the papers say, Captain Law takes care of his crew. Plus, I’m indispensable around here, and I grew up with four older brothers, so I know a thing or two about how many buttons I can push before I’m in any real trouble.” She smirked, as if she’d just discovered a big secret. “You’re not scared because you think he’ll actually slice you up—otherwise, you wouldn’t backtalk him so much. What you’re really afraid of is the fact that you’re not at the top of the food chain anymore.”

It gutted her that her friend wasn’t wrong. Though Luffy was captain, from the get-go Nami had basically been the one who ran the ship, bending the others to her will with either her feminine wiles or her fists. And while she certainly had most of the Heart Pirates wrapped around her finger, she didn’t like that Law had real power and authority over her while her usual threats and tactics had minimal effect on the cool captain. “It’s far from the only reason, but yeah, it doesn’t help. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve all been super nice and accommodating—but I’m not exactly a trusting person. And Law’s way more…I guess intimidating is the best word to use, than Luffy ever was. So I’m not going to be joining the guy’s fan club anytime soon.”

“Fair, but just give Captain a chance, yeah? He might surprise you.”

Before she could argue that she wanted absolutely no surprises from the Surgeon of Death, there was a knock at the door, the raps against the metal quick and precise.

“Seems someone’s here to pick you up for your date,” Ikkaku sing-songed.

Hazel eyes glared at her bunkmate as she got up to answer the door. “It’s not a date, and if you call it that again, you’re gonna find out why exactly why I’m Head Bitch in Charge on the Sunny.”

Steeling herself, Nami smoothed down the stiff fabric of her gown, determined to treat this night with the same level of professionalism Law used in the infirmary. A few hours of acting, looking pretty, and sneaking around, and then she could plan her next shopping spree. And despite his arrogance and innuendos, she was sure Law would take this just as seriously—after all, it was his plan, and the payout affected the whole crew. He knew what he was doing, and with the amount of thought and care he put into crafting this elaborate scheme, there was no way he’d risk it by pushing her buttons. Perhaps the night wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Those reassuring thoughts flew out the window into the ocean depths to probably be eaten by a sea king the moment she opened the door.

“Please tell me that’s not your disguise.”

Looking down at himself, the Dark Doctor’s brow furrowed. “I see nothing wrong with it.” Admittedly, he looked good; midnight blue hair, including his goatee and sideburns, was dyed black, and he’d put in grey contacts to cover the distinctive gold. His suit was sleek black satin, the knee-length, high-collared coat cutting a rather dashing figure. The vest was black and gold brocade, shiny gold buttons and matching watch chain adding a little extra flare. In his hand was a polished mahogany cane with a silver handle shaped like a bird’s skull, and Nami wondered if it was secretly a sword like Brook’s.

Yes, she could admit Law looked very handsome, but it was a shit disguise. For god’s sake, he was still wearing his hat!

“You think some colored contacts and dying your hair is enough to fool people?” she said, exasperated. “You’re a Supernova; your wanted poster’s one of the most recognizable this side of the Grand Line. You didn’t even bother to cover up your tattoos!” she shrieked, pointing at his hands.

He seemed genuinely surprised at her criticism. “You think I should wear gloves, then?”

Nami could have screamed. She’d expect that kind of answer from Zoro or Luffy, not a man who prided himself on his intelligence. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him into the room, pushing him down into the chair by the mirror and snatching off his hat, tossing it onto her pillow. His lanky figure looked almost comical in the too-small seat, long legs sticking out awkwardly. “Stay there. You’re going to wear gloves, but if you need to take them off for some reason, we want those things covered.” Squeezing out some foundation into her palm, she mixed it with some bronzer until the shade matched his skin tone. “Hold out your hands.”

“I don’t care for being ordered around, Nami-ya,” he growled in warning. “Keep it up, and you’ll regret it.”

“Well, I don’t like the idea of getting caught and thrown in jail because you didn’t think the Marines would be suspicious of a guy with DEATH tattooed on his fingers.”

Though he didn’t look happy, he conceded her point, hands steady and still as she applied the makeshift concealer. Definitely the hands of a surgeon, she thought, admiring his natural control. It was comparable to her own when she picked a lock or drew a map; not so much as a tremor, even when under intense scrutiny. Pleased that the black ink was sufficiently covered, she quickly spritzed on some setting spray and finishing powder, hoping the foundation wouldn’t rub off inside the gloves.

Inspecting his face, she then tilted the captain’s chin up, dabbing some concealer under his eyes.

“The fuck are you doing, woman?” he snapped, jerking his head back as if she’d slapped him.

“Covering up those massive bags under your eyes.”

“The hands were one thing, but I’m not letting you put makeup on my face. Besides, I like the world knowing that I’m tired of its shit and ready to kill at any moment.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s totally the mindset of a respectable, non-pirate doctor,” she sassed, jutting out her hip in annoyance. “It’s not like I’m turning you into a drag queen; just covering up some of your more recognizable flaws.”

His brow twitched at the insult. “I’ll be wearing a mask, so why does it matter?”

“You can still see under your eyes, and they might make you take off the mask at check-in. Are you really willing to risk your ‘perfect’ plan because your fragile male ego can’t handle a little cover-up?”

“Oh, just listen to her, Captain,” Ikkaku chimed from her bunk, the Cheshire cat grin on her face declaring to them both that she was mostly getting involved for her own amusement. “Nami’s the infiltration expert here, and you’re the one who insisted she come with you. Just suck it up.”

“You’re fired,” he snapped, pointing at her sternly as he once more dodged Nami’s attempt to dab him with the sponge.

“You’ve fired me six times since I joined, and I’ll tell you the same thing I always do—get rid of me, and Shachi’s the most qualified person to touch up your tattoos. You want that?”

Law shuddered. “Fine, you’re not fired, but you’re on kitchen duty for a month.”

“Eh, fair enough. Now be a good boy and let Nami tart you up.”

His glare could have melted steel, but he stopped resisting as the navigator carefully covered up the proof of his insomnia. Nami had to admit, she was impressed; Ikkaku hadn’t been kidding when she said she had no fear of the Surgeon of Death. It was also nice to see someone else backtalk him, as most of the time the Heart Pirates seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. It made her feel less like the enemy.

As the dark circles disappeared, she had to admit, she kind of missed them. Even though they could make her tired just by looking at them, they were distinctive and a major part of his normal appearance, and he just looked so different without them. Younger, maybe, and less mysterious.

Normal. Boring. Just…not Law.

Sensing her scrutiny, he raised a dark eyebrow. “Something on my face, Nami-ya? I mean, besides the makeup.”

Suppressing a blush at having been caught, she replied, “Just trying to figure out if you need any highlighter or lipstick. I’ve got a lovely flamingo pink—”

“Try it and Mugiwara-ya will have to find a new navigator,” he snarled, the hard look in his eye and the openness of the threat sending a shiver down the spines of both women.

Not willing to risk her life just to embarrass a man, Nami backed away, hands raised in surrender. Relieved that he wouldn’t be subjected to any more of her powders or creams, Law inspected himself in the mirror, lips twisted in a grimace as he studied the difference it made to his face. Nami couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed at the indignity of it all or the fact that she’d clearly been right, but grey eyes flicked to his messy black hair.

“I guess the hat did clash with my outfit, huh?”

“To say the least.”

Without a word, he grabbed her hairbrush and began combing it back into something a bit neater and more respectable, even as Nami groused, “Don’t use my things without asking.”

“Fine. May I use your brush?” he asked, not even glancing at her as he kept brushing.

“No, you may not,” she snapped petulantly.

“Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do, then?” he chuckled, tossing it back on the vanity, smirking at her grinding teeth. His mood was infinitely improved now that he was back in control, and while Nami appreciated not having to worry about being dismembered, a minute part of her wished he’d go back to sulking. “Best get that anger out now, Nami-ya. Once we’re on the island, it’s all smiles.”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Getting out of the chair, he smirked down at her, pleased to once more have the height advantage so he could both figuratively and literally look down on the Straw Hat thief. “No, I’m enjoying this. What I’ll love is watching you try to keep that cute little temper of yours in check while we’re in public.”

“Asshole.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

A small vein throbbed on her temple. “Call me sweetheart again and there won’t be enough makeup on the Grand Line to cover up the bruises I’ll give you.”

“What an abusive girlfriend I have. I hope you at least kiss them better.”

“You wish. And if you’re going to be this much of an absolute prick all night, I’m charging you ten million belli per hour.”

“You want me to pay you to be my date? I wasn’t aware prostitution was part of your repertoire.”

“Congratulations; it’s now fifteen million.”

Ikkaku eagerly watched their back-and-forth like a particularly intense tennis match, grinning the whole time.

She didn’t feel particularly sorry for her captain or her roommate; both knew what they were getting into, provoking the other like that. No, she pitied the poor party guests, who had no idea what kind of unholy terror they were about to face.

Ah, to be a fly on the wall.

XXX

Tokken Island was one of the lushest and most beautiful little islands on the Grand Line, but the majority of the land was owned by Baron Harpin, forcing the port town to desperately cling to a jagged shard of the coastline while his enormous mansion and manicured grounds dominated the rest. Luckily, there were plenty of rocky outcrops and sea caves ideal for hiding the Polar Tang, and after teleporting his crew into position, the well-dressed pair made their way through the town.

“And why couldn’t you have Shambled us there or whatever it is?” Nami groused as she nearly stumbled for the third time. She was an expert at maneuvering in high heels, but that didn’t mean she was immune to the inherent dangers of cobblestone streets, especially ones so torn up.

Law chuckled as she finally accepted his proffered arm for support. The stubborn woman had refused to endure and physical contact with him until absolutely necessary, but it seemed the threat of a broken ankle before they could even get to the mansion had finally won her over. “My abilities take a lot of energy, and I’d rather save it in case we need to make a quick escape. Besides, I don’t want people getting suspicious if we pop up out of nowhere.”

She grumbled under her breath that he was probably doing it just to annoy her, even if, logically, he had a point. Wrapping her arm around his bicep for balance, she was finally able to turn her attention from the uneven road to the state of the town itself. Only about half the lanterns were lit, and what illumination they did give didn’t paint a very pretty picture.

The houses were run-down, roofs thatched haphazardly and some windowpanes packed with paper or rags instead of glass. The shops weren’t much better off, the display windows showing off rough-looking fishing supplies, underripe fruit, and cheap clothing. Only a few people were out, most looking worn-out or underfed, and those that didn’t stare at the pair of well-dressed pirates with envy watched them with hunger.

“If the Baron’s so wealthy, why’s the town in such a sorry state?” she wondered aloud. “I mean, just setting up this gala should have brought plenty of business to the port. Docking fees, restocking supplies, even sailors picking up cheap souvenirs—”

“There’s a private dock on the mansions’ grounds that he uses for deliveries and the like,” Law answered, barely sparing a glance at a skinny woman hoarsely calling out to passersbys, a basket of small trinkets thrust out towards them. “None of his business comes to the town—plus, he owns most of the farmland, so any crops are considered his property. All that’s really left is fishing, and the guy’s notorious for hating seafood, meaning these folks are shit out of luck.”

Biting her lip, Nami looked towards the woman again, freezing as a small child, yellow hair tied in twin pigtails down her shoulders, poked her head out from behind her frayed skirts. The little girl looked marginally less skinny than her mother, and without even thinking, the thief broke away from Law to inspect the woman’s wares. It appeared to be mostly jewelry—nothing particularly fancy but in the warm light of a nearby streetlamp she could tell it had been carefully made with decent materials.

“What are you doing?” Law hissed, looking around to make sure they weren’t drawing too much attention—most of the Baron’s guests wouldn’t lower themselves to pass through the slums like this, but he’d didn’t want to take any chances. That, and he wasn’t entirely sure there weren’t villagers desperate enough to try and mug them. He’d rather avoid a fight this early in the evening, and he didn’t want to get his nice, new suit dirty.

Ignoring him, she picked up a simple gold chain with a pendant made of four gemstones. They were beautifully polished, the marquise-cut purple tourmaline the color of the sky at sunrise. Their arrangement was reminiscent of Polaris, or perhaps the compass on her maps. “This is lovely,” she commented. “Is it locally made, or imported?”

The woman hastily explained, “My husband was once the Baron’s personal jeweler. He made beautiful pieces, but they were too simple for the Baron’s tastes. He wanted to impress lady callers, and demanded gaudier jewelry without providing the proper materials,” she said sourly. “My husband got sacked, and I’ve been trying to sell these off for a while. The necklace is 6000 belli on its own, or you can make me an offer for the set?” she said hopefully, indicating the matching ring and earrings in the worn basket, their delicate star designs winking in the dim light.

Immediately Nami could tell this woman hadn’t had any luck for a long time. The quality of the gems alone showed she was drastically underpricing the pieces. It was doubtful anyone in town could afford luxuries like jewelry, and if the Baron monopolized all the outside business at his own port, she probably never even saw other potential clientele. She was probably only even trying her luck now out of desperation. After all, you can’t eat gold, and with a small child to care for, any amount of belli would do.

“It would look really pretty on you,” the little girl murmured politely, large, purple eyes watching her in wonderment. Nami was certain she was the closest thing to a princess the child had ever seen, dressed in finery and on her way to an exclusive party at the glorious mansion on the hill. A real-life Cinderella, something out of a fairy tale she’d use to comfort herself on cold, hungry nights.

Nami had certainly been in those shoes, long ago, and she’d never been able to turn her back on a child in need. Her eyes were even the same color as the tourmaline in the basket.

Well, damn, she thought with a rueful smile. Poor kid could use a fairy godmother. Or at least a Cat Thief.

Pulling a black leather wallet out of her cleavage, she said, “I’ll take the set. How does 30,000 belli sound?”

Law’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened in recognition, immediately patting his pockets to confirm his suspicions. Coming up empty, he glared bitterly when the saleswoman replied, “Tha-that’d be perfectly fine!”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Law grumbled as Nami pulled out some bills, handing them over with all the care of a woman who was fine spending money that wasn’t hers.

The thief matched his glare, tossing him the wallet. “What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t lavish his lover with jewelry?” she huffed, giving the child staring at her with blatant adoration a conspiratorial wink.

“What kind of girlfriend pickpockets her lover’s wallet?” he countered, checking the contents to make sure he was only out 30,000 belli. Satisfied that the rest of his cash was safely in place, he glanced at the little girl, his scowl faltering as his eyes fell on the awestruck face of the little girl. Quickly, his gaze darted back up to the woman who wronged him, glaring like a basilisk.

Fluttering her eyelashes, Nami replied, “The kind who knows just how generous her lover is,” she quipped before turning back to the jewelry seller to collect her purchase. For a moment, a pair of gold barrettes inlaid with clear stones—possibly diamonds, again in the marquise cut—caught her eye, but she knew better than to swipe Law’s wallet twice in one night. So, reluctantly, she only took her purchase, patting the little girl on the head in farewell. When the kid bobbed a curtsy in response, Nami couldn’t hold back her giggle, returning the gesture.

That kid’s going to have one hell of a story to tell her friends tomorrow, she thought cheerfully, jogging slightly to catch up with Law, who’d been less than the image of a handsome prince by storming off up the road without her.

Joining her date, she rolled her eyes in exasperation at the dark scowl on his face. Even without his hat, his black bangs cast ominous shadows over his eyes. He was walking even faster now, and she had to work to keep up with his long strides. It was petty, petulant revenge against the woman who had dared to get the better of him. “Are you mad that I took your wallet, or that you didn’t even notice?” she taunted lightly.

Even from the corner of his eye, his hawk-like glare made goosebumps rise across her shoulders. “I’m mad because you wasted our time and my money,” he snapped. “I already bought you your dress, mask, and wig. My ‘generosity,’ as you put it, has its limits.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she ground out, refusing to feel guilty for her actions. That little girl’s smile had been well worth the price of Law’s irritation, but she also knew she had to appease his anger if they were going to pull off their grand scheme. When he scoffed, she added reluctantly, “With interest.”

“Why’d you even bother?” he asked, indicating the jewels in her hand.

Pulling him to a stop under one of the streetlights, Nami switched her original earrings out for the bejeweled ones. “It’s for the cover. I’m supposed to be a rich doctor’s arm-candy, and my boring pearls would have looked way too simple, especially with this dress. With these, I’ll blend in better.”

“You could have just stolen them.”

She frowned at him, genuinely offended. “I steal from pirates and rich idiots who can afford it. Did you see that woman? I’d bet all the treasure on the Sunny that any money she got went to feeding her kid. I’m not going to even haggle with someone in that kind of situation.” A soft, sad smile graced her lips. “My mother did that. Claimed she was on a diet when she really couldn’t afford to feed all three of us.”

There was a moment of silence as she turned away from him, hoping to collect herself before she started bawling at the memory of Bellemere’s sacrifices. Silently, she thanked her adopted mother, willing back the stinging sensation of tears forming behind her eyes. Ruining her makeup before they even arrived at the gala would do them no good. Besides, Law would probably have some kind of smart-ass comment about it.

The refusal to let her temporary captain see her so weak, she brushed away her sadness to focus on her new jewelry. Slipping on the ring, she admired how it gleamed under the warm lamplight. It was a tad too big, fitting most comfortably on her middle finger, but she found the style suited her. She might even wear the set on a night out sometime; maybe to celebrate tonight’s success. Assuming the plan didn’t go to shit, that is.

She jumped when he finally responded, “I hate to say it, but that does look good on you.” When she turned her head, she couldn’t fight the sudden blush that spread across her cheeks. Worryingly, she couldn’t tell if it was due to his sudden, intimate proximity or the small, appreciative smile lifting his lips. Such an expression seemed too gentle for the famed Supernova, and yet she found she rather liked the way it softened and relaxed his features. “You’re surprisingly soft-hearted for a pirate, though.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, struggling to maneuver the tiny clasp through her thick wig. Suddenly having so much hair was a real pain, and she wondered how she’d ever manage if she grew her own hair out. Short was more practical, after all, and looked cute on her to boot.

“Here, let me help,” his smooth voice whispered in her ear, and she felt her curls carefully gathered to rest over her shoulder. Nimbly, he took the necklace and fastened it securely around her neck. Tingles ran down her spine as the smooth leather of his black gloves brushed her bare skin, and the whole thing felt strangely intimate. Turning her around, Law studied his date. The pendant rested just above the dip of her bountiful cleavage, sparkling invitingly. “I’m pretty sure it’s still too simple for this crowd, but it works better than the pearls.”

Her reply was cut off by the curls she’d pinned up tumbling into her face, only to be swept back into place, secured by his deft fingers. He cupped her chin, appraising his work before nodding. Suspicious, because Trafalgar Law’s approval was never a good thing in her mind, she reached up to touch her hair, russet eyes widening when she felt gemstones instead of pearls. Head snapping back to look at the mother and daughter, her jaw dropped when she saw the little girl holding a wad of bills, beaming even more brilliantly than before while the saleswoman looked close to tears.

Turning to her partner in crime for the night, Law responded with a nonchalant shrug, though she could see his grey eyes soften as they lingered on the child excitedly waving back at them. “The pearl clips didn’t match the rest, and if we’re going to pull this off, we’d best go all-out. Plus, that cash’ll ensure their silence should they be questioned by the authorities later. I’d rather your kindness not get us identified.”

It was all very logical and well-thought-out and total bullshit. Nami had to smile as she once again took his arm, matching his easy gait as they made their way up towards the mansion. “Right. Because I’m the soft-hearted one.”

“You’re paying me back for those, too, by the way,” he quipped, smirking at her annoyed growl.

Before she could argue, he halted; the brilliant lights of the mansion were in sight, and small groups of well-dressed guests were gathering at the ornate front gate. It was time to stop being Cat Thief Nami and the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law, bickering pirates, and become a loving couple. Gently as a forest stream, Nami adjusted her body language, leaning comfortably against her partner, hand clutching his bicep possessively, face switching from a seething scowl to the deliriously happy grin of a woman pathetically enamored with her companion.

For his part, Law seemed to morph into his role just as fluidly, posture straightening into something more refined, his smile relaxed and charming; perfectly playing the part of a man who knew he was smart, good-looking, successful, and could easily use all that to get a woman as beautiful as the one on his arm.

Inside, Nami groused that he had the way easier acting job.

As they made their way up the mansion’s long, winding front path, crushing artfully sprinkled rose petals beneath their feet, Law slipped on a raven mask, the sharp beak curving over his nose and the shiny black feathers fanning out like little spikes over his cheeks and forehead. Nami was grateful she’d covered up his dark circles—the eye holes were definitely wide enough where they would have been distinctly visible.

In contrast, her mask was modeled after a cat, the color and leopard spots mimicking her gown perfectly. It flawlessly concealed the upper half of her face, while the large eyeholes showed off her beautiful eyes and wouldn’t block her sightline too badly.

Approaching the doorman, Law handed over their invitation, smirking when the servant checked it against the guest list before nodding, ushering them both inside. Another servant led them down an extravagantly decorated front hallway. The doctor hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the Baron was an art collector with expensive tastes; masterpieces in gold frames hung along the walls, marble statues and painted porcelain vases were displayed on opulent pedestals, and even the crimson rug beneath their feet was luxuriously soft.

Nami had to briefly bury her head against Law’s shoulder to hide the belli signs that sparkled in her eyes.

Eventually, they reached the ballroom, and as they waited to be announced, Law affectionately brushed his lips across her hair. “Ready for some fun?” he murmured, his tone affectionate but the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips screamed of devilish intentions.

She mirrored his smile and tone, eager to line her pockets and relish in luxury for a while before the real job began. “Absolutely.”

As the ballroom doors opened, the servant next to them announced them to their fellow guests.

“Presenting Dr. Goodheart Adrian and his escort, Ms. Chaton Bellemere!”

[savingbuckyb]

Under Construction

Warnings: Modern!Bucky, Shy!Bucky, AU!Bucky, slightly Sub!Bucky, Smut, Language

Summary: You can’t help but notice the guy that fixes your roof.

Author’s Note: some Netflix movie that i don’t know the name of inspired me 😭. (I made the reader slightly rude btw) I’m getting back into the swing of things, enjoy this au fic. Please send feedback :) I’m not too fond of this one.

You woke up to the sound of loud banging, you sighed in aggravation as you burried your head in the pillows, attempting to block out the noise. You let out another groan before reaching for your phone on the dresser and checking the time. 8:45. Shit. You threw yourself out of bed nearly running to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before going to your closet throwing on your most decent outfit. A white blouse, black pencil skirt along with a blazer and heels. You were a fashion editor, you had to at least look presentable. You grabbed your purse and your car keys, rushing outside. You stopped abruptly by your car door catching on to what the loud banging was from earlier this morning, the roofers were here that you specifically told to come next week.

“Hey! Didn’t I tell you idiots not this week?” You raised your voice an octave trying your best to sound the slightest bit of intimidating.

“Well excuse me your highness, we’re booked next week.” The one guy said with the dirty tank top, and incredibly low jeans. You rolled your eyes at the name, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Can you at least keep it down while I’m fucking sleeping?” You now had your hands on your hips, infuriated at how this guy was getting under your skin.

“You should be happy that I woke you up. Looks like you’re gonna be late princess!” He shot you another nickname causing you to roll your eyes once again as his coworkers laughed beside him except one that just stared.

“And what are you looking at helmet head?” You spat at the brunette, hammer in hand, sitting on the panels of your roof. His blue eyes widening and his cheeks reddening before quickly looking away, returning back to the task he was doing. You huffed before walking away with a middle finger, climbing into your car, speeding out of your driveway, beginning your way to work. You sighed to yourself as you sped through the traffic lights and pass the stop signs, not only were you gonna be late to work but you were gonna have to put up with those lazy roofers and their constant loud banging for the rest of the week. You didn’t have the heart nor the patience to hear what your boss had to say when you got there. You were almost always late with the excuse of you living all the way across town. This wasn’t exactly your dream job so you didn’t exactly care if you just happened to get fired, this was just a job for you to make enough money to pay for your comfortably small but yet expensive house and the cute but yet expensive car you were driving. But you know there was no way in hell your boss would ever come up with the gall to fire you, you were the best there was. You pulled up into the parking lot of your job, getting out the car, slamming the door shut before speed walking into your job’s studio. Your boss met eyes with you before he threw his hands up in a surprised, sarcastic way. He strutted over to you, gripping your shoulders in a sorta relieved manner.

“So shocked you could make it in time. You’re lucky, we were just getting started.” He smiled through a thin line and clicked his tongue, dragging you by the hand to the photo shoot that was taking place.

“Nice to see you too.” You tried your best to muster a laugh, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the photographer snap a couple of photos of the scadily clad model in front of you. You raised an eyebrow going over to a clothing rack, sorting through to the different pieces of accessories and outerwear. You knew something was missing from the shoot but you didn’t know what. Maybe a hat, no. Gloves? No. What about a leather jacket? Yes. You walked back over, holding a hand up to the photographer to hold for a moment.

“Put this on.” You handed the jacket over to the model. Before you could place it in her hand she drew her arm back, a look of disgust on her face.

“Is that real leather? I don’t wear animal skin.” The dirty blonde fanned her hand attempting to shoo you away.

“I’m also anti-leather.. It’s faux.” You said through a half smile.

She scoffed, nearly snatching the jacket out of your hand, slinging it on her body, returning her attention back to the photographer.

“You do know that was 100% real leather right?” Your boss whisper yelled and you smiled to yourself with a nod of your head. “I know.” You winked at him, watching as the model did a couple of more poses then it was on to the next one. This went on for a few more hours until the clock striked seven and your boss finally gave you the permission for you to go home. You sighed happily giving him a small wave, making your way quickly to your car before your boss decided to change his mind. You got back on the highway thinking about what you were going to do for the rest of the day since the night was still young. Your boss let you go more earlier than usual, you never really had this much time for yourself. You were hoping that the roofers were gonna be gone by the time you got back but unfortunately you spoke too soon. When you pulled up into your driveway most of them were gone except one. The quiet brunette from earlier was sitting on the porch of your house, a cigarette between his lips, his utility belt still around his waist as if he was taking small break. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you slammed your car door closed, noticing the brunette snap his head towards you before stomping out his cigarette. You walked over to him as he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“Why are you still here?” You stood in front of him, squinting your eyes.

“I-I was just finishing up..” He finally spoke, his voice almost inaudibly low, his gaze still towards the ground.

“Doesn’t look like it. You better get back to work.. Oh and by the way, please don’t smoke in front of my house.” You rolled your eyes once more before nudging his arm with your thigh, pushing pass him causing him to stumble a bit. As soon as you stepped into your house, you kicked your heels off and tossed your blazer on the couch. You wouldn’t exactly described this day as a long but it was definitely tiring. You unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on your blouse and forced your tired feet to your kitchen. You decided to help yourself to a glass of wine, you know just a small reward for all your hard work that you don’t get enough credit for. You pressed the glass to your lips, letting the dark liquid coat your mouth with its rich taste, you were enjoying this time to yourself until you heard a soft knock at your door. You let out an obnoxious sigh, glaring at the door. You were positive that it was the quiet, cigarette smoking brunette and it took everything in you not to tell him to go away. You drug yourself back over to the door, glaring at the knob before swinging it open. He stood there, refusing to look directly into your eyes, and you rolled yours for the third time that night.

“What do you want?” You seethed, waiting for him to give you a reasonable answer on why he knocked on your door.

“C-can I use your bathroom... Please?” He said softly, fiddling with a screw or something in his hands. You squinted at him and stepped aside. He kind of hesistated for a moment before he realized your actions. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but you cut him off before he did.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” You muttered as he just nodded his head. You watched him find his way to your bathroom, his shirt tightly clung to his broad shoulders, and his work jumpsuit was half on. You started to wonder why you were ever rude to him, he came to do his job and fix your roof and all you ever said to him since he’s been here were rude comments. You couldn’t help but notice how shy and introverted he was compared to how broad his shoulders were. You didn’t really get the chance to look at his face but you just happen to catch a glimpse this morning of his soft baby blue eyes before you called him helmet head. You immediately started to feel guilt noticing he had put his hair up in a low bun starting at the nape of his neck. You sighed, silently apologizing to yourself for your bitchy ways. You heard the bathroom door close gently before you saw him appear in the hallway close to your front door. He raised his hand up as a friendly gesture to say thank you as he grabbed the door knob. You wanted the chance to apologize to him before he left. You cleared your throat rather too loudly, watching as he visibly jumped a bit from the objection.

“Wait. Uhm, would you like a drink? You look exhausted..” You offered, knowingly aware he’d probably turn it down, saving himself from the embarrassment. But fortunately all he did was nod his head, shut the door and make his way over to you at your kitchen counter. You let out a breath you were holding as you opened the fridge pulling out a ice cold pitcher of lemonade that you forgot you made the night before. You turned to place the pitcher on the counter just to find him looking at you with a familiar stare. You gave him a small smile before he snatched his gaze away from you. You frowned opening the cabinets, grabbing two glasses.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked setting the glasses down, pouring a drink for you and him.

“Huh?” He shot his head back up, his cheeks painted with a soft shade of pink, splotches of dirt here and there from being outside all day.

“Your name.” You slid him a filled glass, taking a sip from yours.

“Bucky.” He mumbled, taking the cold glass into his hands.

“Bucky? That’s kind of odd.” You repeated, his name rolling off your tongue as if it was foreign object. You started to wonder if it was just a nickname but you didn’t bother to ask. A cast of red invaded his cheeks and he looked down, flustered with the comment about his name. “Bucky, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so rude to you. I was just having a bad morning which made my whole attitude pretty shitty.”

“It’s okay, I-I understand.” From his short answers, you could already tell that Bucky wasn’t much of a man with many words. You smiled at his way of saying he forgives you as he took a long sip from his glass. Your eyes traveled from the small brown strands that managed to escape from the loose bun to the small droplets of sweat that were forming at his temple and trailing over the stubbly, short hairs that blanketed his jawline. Your eyes caught the drops of the sugary drink that happened to escape from his lips. You felt your mouth open slightly wanting to catch every drop that he couldn’t. He was so beautiful. God, you hated him a second ago and now you’re drooling over him. You couldn’t take your eyes away observing how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down the lemonade, you couldn’t help but fantasize how that small part of subtle skin would feel underneath your lips. Your impure thoughts were interrupted by a string of whispered curses and the clash of broken glass hitting the floor. Bucky attempted to wipe away the spilt drink on his shirt and jeans only making the stains worst. You quickly grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, patting over the spot on his jeans, dabbing away at the denim, attempting to at least get them a litte dry for him. A hitch in his breathing made you to come to realize what was happening. You gasp slightly as your hands hovered over the growing bulge that restrained against his jeans.

“I-I’m sorry.” Bucky breathed out, tears welling at the rims of his eyes. You shook your head assuring him that it was okay. You weren’t sure if your second instinct was the right thing to do when you ran your fingers over the protruding bulge, caressing it. His shoulders were tense and his breathing was heavy, you started to wonder if this was his first time being touched like this by a woman. You slowly unzipped his jeans, looking up at him awaiting for permission, he granted it with a silent nod. You had him wrapped around your finger.

“Lift your hips.” You commanded and he complied , watching you pulled down his jeans. You could feel his eyes burrowing a hole into you as you admired his length through his boxers. You pulled his swollen cock out before dropping to your knees in complete awe and adoration. Bucky looked at you as if you were something he saw in a dream, he was so pure. You wrapped your fingers around his base, peppering kisses along his swollen, pink tip. His hips bucked from the small amount of contact, you smirked up at him knowing he’ll probably won’t last long. You gave his tip one last kiss before you took him all into your mouth, your nose brushing against soft coils. Your tongue swirling and flattening around the prominent veins that protruded from the delicate skin. You gazed up at him underneath dark lashes, your hand coming up to get a hold of his balls. His hips jerked allowing himself to sink deeper into the abyss of your throat, a small whimper escaping. He retreated quickly and you guided his hand up to your scalp, allowing his fingers to tangle in your tussled curls reassuring him that he didn’t hurt you. You shook your head a little as his hand stood stiff in your hair, declaring that you wanted him to lead you. Bucky swallowed a large lump in his throat, grabbing a handful of your hair gently forcing you down on him. He guided your motion on his shaft, letting out a strangled groan, protesting that he was on the edge. You took another glance up at him acknowledging the fact that he was coming towards an end so quickly and you haven’t even began yet.

“You gonna cum already? I barely touched you yet.” You chuckled against his cock, shamming him for the short amount of time it took for him to reach his peak. His cheeks blanketed with soft crimson, similar to the shade after you insulted him this morning. You stood up from your knees, intertwining his fingers with yours. His baby blues switched back and forth from yours, pondering your lost of contact.

“W-where are we going?” Bucky sputtered, his jeans hanging loosely around his hips. You shushed him softly, tugging on his hand leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. His steps were small and timid as he stepped pass the threshold of your room, feeling as though he had crossed a sacred boundary. As soon as the both of you were in the room, your lips were on his, hands roaming over his rugged muscles that tested the thin material of his t-shirt. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this intimate with a man expect the one time where you got shit faced wasted at your boss’ welcome back vacation party and you took some random guy home. You didn’t remember anything that happened so it didn’t count. You didn’t know if screwing the stranger that fixes your roof brains out was the right thing to do but at this point you couldn’t really care less about what your conscience’s intentions were. All you cared about was the brooding blue eyed man spread out on display across your bed sheets. It was like accepting candy from a stranger, you knew it was a bad idea but what you were receiving was going to taste so sweet. You peeled off your skirt before crawling onto the bed, straddling his small waist, ridding him of his jeans, hands sloppily making their way up to his shirt. You tugged on the hem, slowly he obliged, lifting up his arms watching as you tossed his shirt to the other abandoned clothing in the corner of the room. His calloused hands snaked around your waist, slithering their way up your shirt, the cold pads of his fingertips sending shivers through your body. He met your eyes, silently pleading for permission. You replied with a nod, taken back by the sudden glimpse in his azure eyes, uncertain of what hid beneath them. Your breath hitched slightly as he peeled your shirt off leaving your chest bare and exposed to the chilled air. His eyes raked back and forth from your breast before cupping the right one into his hand, kneeding the soft skin. He bowed his head, taking the succulent bud in between his teeth earning a whimper from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair out of instinct, back arching at the craved touch he was providing. You couldn’t help but notice the quick glances from him as if he wanted approval, as if he was inquiring his new found skill.

“Please..” You practically begged, your hands reaching for his wrists, guiding his hands closer to where you needed them the most.

“How... How am I doing?” His breath fanned against your skin. You replied with a eager nod, you couldn’t find yourself to form a proper fragment while his idled hand found the apex between your thighs. His fingers ran over the black thin lace that was concealing your modesty, hooking one digit onto the waistband before pulling them down toturingly slow. You didn’t know if he was intentionally going this slow or if this was just his normal pace but you swore it was driving you crazy.

“O-oh.” Bucky recognized what he might’ve been doing wrong, quickly picking up the pace, placing two of his fingers onto your lower lips, spreading them apart. You immediately quivered at the contact, biting down on your bottom lip holding onto the absurd noises that might escape from your throat. He ran his long digits over the tiny bundle of nerves, rubbing it softly before rolling it around in between his fingers almost like he was exploring something that was new to him. He continued his slow movements before finally pushing his two fingers into your heat. You released your bottom lip from your teeth, letting out a lewd moan, clenching onto his fingers. He looked up at you one more time before raising his chin, pressing his lips to yours. You were taken back by his sudden act of passion, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back with equal amounts of deprivation. Your tongue slipped pass his lips, tugging and pulling at the supple skin of his bottom lip.

“I can’t take this anymore.” You panted, tugging his boxers down with one swift movement. You expected him to be big but you didn’t know he was going to be this big. His hands wrapped around your waist as you hovered over his bare lap, you bit your lip once more before sliding down onto his awaiting member. Your hand flew up to his shoulder for leverage, adjusting yourself to his considerable length. You kept your eyes on his, observing how his face crinkled and winced at the feeling of you squeezing around his manhood. Bucky’s hands tightened around your hips, himself adjusting to your tightness. It nearly felt like he couldn’t move as he was burrowed inside of you, after a failed attempt of trying to buck his hips, he sat there stiff. You gave him a small smile brimming with sympathy, taking a deep breath you began to slowly rock your hips, picking up the pace just a bit more, your hand fisted a hand full of his hair, bringing yourself up and down on him every time. Between your soft moans and his muttered curses along with the slappping of skin against skin filled the room, his teeth dug into the crook of your neck inflicting an enjoyable pain.

“Faster...” Bucky pleaded and so did his eyes. “Please, doll..”

“Huh? I can’t hear you.” You teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Don’t make me beg..” He gritted through his teeth only causing the flame in you to ignite, you giggled deviously before following his demands. He began following your steadied pace by using his hips. You rode him faster than your usual pace, your hands placed gently on his chest, your breast bouncing as you sent the man underneath nearly you over the edge. His hurried breaths and incoordination of the rhythm of his hips didn’t hide the fact that he was close to his peak. His breath hitched in his throat and you could tell he attempted to cover it up. You smirked at him, holding back a giggle as you rotated your hips watching him throw his head back in bliss.

“Are you gonna cum?” You took a hold of his chin, turning it so he can look at you. He looked so beautiful. His eyes lust blown, damp strands of hair fanned across his forehead along with a soft sheen of sweat that coated his skin.

“Y-yeah.” He huffed while you leaned back on your hands to get a better look at him come undone. His chest rose and fell, he grabbed your hips trying to lift you up off his lap. “Get up.” He grumbled at the added weight you put on him, his hands wrapping around your ribcage as your legs wrapped around his small waist.

“Go ahead, cum.” You egged him on and eventually he gave up on trying to throw you off of him. You rode him into his orgasm until hot spurts of cum filled your heated womb. You moaned loudly at the feeling of fulfillment and the spent look on Bucky’s face. Finally he lifted you off of him, laying you on your back, resting your head on the pillows. You sighed happily as you felt the warm liquid leak out of you onto your thighs and the bedsheets. Bucky took a moment to adjust himself before he laid in between your legs, his fingers ran over your clit like he did earlier. “Oh, you don’t have to do that-“

“B-but I want to.” He placed your leg over his shoulder, spreading your lips once more before pressing his lips against them. His tongue worked circles around your clit, while two of fingers slipped inside of your sopping heat. Your fingers combed through his unruly hair, pulling at the strands nearly them out their follicles. He moaned at the pain, his hands gripping and clawing at your thighs, small bites on your clit sending you over the edge. You tried to pull your hips away from him until he push you back down gently, smiling up at you with bright eyes.

“God, you’re gonna make me-.. I’m cumming... I’m cumming..” You writhed above him, pushing his head back but he continued his assault on your worn clit. You stopped fighting him, letting go completely. You yanked his hair for the last time, your back arching off the bed as your head was thrown back in ecstasy. You heaved uncontrollably and convulsed coming down from your high. You weren’t use to having your fair share during sex but this was different than you expected. It was more than what you expected. The caring aspect of sex didn’t come to you often, you were use to false and rushed orgasms, not assurance and receiving. After bringing yourself to the right state of mind, you felt the bed dip beside you noticing Bucky slipping back on his boxers.

“You can stay here with me.. if you want..” His mouth open and closed, eyes gazing blankly as if he was stuck in his thoughts.

“Okay..” Was all he said before crawling back into the blankets beside you. Soon before you knew it, you were engulfed in his arms and fast asleep.

Your eyes shot open at a familiar loud banging, you let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing the blankets off of you violently. You look to the side realizing the tall brute you fell asleep with wasn’t there anymore. You sighed for the second time, making your way to the shower. You tried your best not to think about last night, but images of you on top of some stranger continued to race through your mind. You didn’t know what got into you, just something about him attracted you to him. You slid on your favorite blouse along with some trousers, fixing your hair and makeup before leaving your house, on your way to another day of work. You were about to hop in your car until you heard the same worker’s voice from the morning before.

“Well, you’re up early!” He hollered and you swore you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh fuck off.” You swung your door open before catching a glimpse at Bucky sitting on the same spot of your roof from when you first saw him. You saw him perk up once your eyes caught his. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, helmet head.” You offered him a soft smile that reached the crinkles of your eyes and he returned it with a sweet smile of his own and a wave. At that moment you knew last night wouldn’t be the only time you took candy from a stranger.

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 hey guys! back again for another monthly favorites post, this time for july! read below the cut to hear some of my favorite clothing pieces, new shops, trends, and makeup and skincare items that i’ve used in this past month! 

you can also check out this link to read through my past faves! 

CURRENT FAVE PERSONAL PIECES

Plus Size Grid Print Overall Mini Dress - $24.90, available in 0X - 3XL

Not too long ago I picked up a few pieces from F21 (mostly out of a Strong fear that they would be going out of stock in the near future, lol) and this was one of them. The zipper feels sturdy with the metal they used (I was worried, since this runs slightly bodycon on a non-padded, average curvy body (if you’ve not read about how plus-sized models are commonly padded out to get the “ideal” shape or “ideal” fat distribution, check out this article here by Refinery29.) and the zipper is the functional closure of the dress. The dress has zero stretch, so I was a little concerned about something flimsy that I felt like would break eventually, but so far so good. I’ve worn it with a super cute beatnik type get up out to lunch and errands with my girlfriend (black turtleneck sweater, beret, and chunky black sandals) and felt super cute, but still a little self conscious just since the more bodycon silhouette is something I’m still not super confident in wearing, which is something I’m trying to get better about. So a big recommend! I’m a size 22/24 and got a size 3XL and thought that was perfect, not too tight, but still hugging my curves in a cute way. 

Plus Size Grid Print Tie-front Shirt - $19.90, available in 0X - 3XL

I have a serious problem finding button ups that are cute on me...I have a fairly large bust but smaller shoulders and it’s hard to find something plus-sized that isn’t either totally oversized and weird looking on me fit wise, or so tight there’s massive gapping between the buttons at the biggest part of my bust. But this button up really works for me. I’m not sure if it’s the slightly relaxed cut or the fact that it’s a crop, but it’s absolutely perfect...it’s rare you buy something online and it fits exactly the same on you as it does on the model, but this did and I was so impressed! This is definitely going to be a new staple in my wardrobe, as soon as it’s not too hot to commit to long sleeves.

I ordered a few more things that I haven’t had much of a chance to style/wear yet, but everything worked this go round which is pretty rare...this was very much me that day:

Surgeon General’s Dress - $35, available in XS - 5XL

I’ve been wearing a lot of my own stuff here lately, mainly because it’s so easy to throw on and and still be bold enough for it to feel like a Look, while totally keeping me cool. This dress’s print looks super bold from a distance, but y’all would be surprised to see how long it takes people in an office setting to actually find out what the print is of, since it’s so blown up it can read as abstract. The fabrication is also really good at keeping you out of the hot hot hot hell zone, and is super cute with a breezy sheer cardigan thrown on over it! 

FAVE NEW SHOPS

Avocado Bag, $40

I want to own pretty much everything in this entire store since I found out it existed just a few weeks ago, and if I didn’t have some self restraint I would have preordered at least 3 bags from here so far. Miju Miju is a cute shop full of bags that were originally intended for use as cute, unique ita bags, but they’re also totally cute to use to display your pin collection, or even just leave plain with the empty clear window showing the cute pop of lining color. The fact that they’re convertible from a crossbody purse to a backpack also makes them a literal dream for me, since that’s pretty much the only kind of bag I like to carry. They also have a discount code running right now for the preorder, you can use BOW7 to get $7 off one of these bad boys! I know I want the avocado, egg, and pink coffin ones all sooooo bad. 

Pastel Rainbow Shooting Star Necklace - $60

Petey Hana is an etsy shop with a lot of super cute hand painted jewelry, perfect for all kinds of kawaii fashion styles and also just bold statement pieces. I’m so in love with the obviously hand made look, especially with ceramic and polymer clay jewelry, because it just feels like there’s extra love put into it. Combine that with all the bright colors and I’m just in love with this whole shop! 

Strawberry Milk Cocktail Knit Sweater - $31

I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize that the Ester Loves You collab “Ester loves Chuu” was referring to a shop’s name and not just the cute Japanese kissing sound effect....but it took me until doing that cute request for rabbit purses recently for me to figure out that Chuu was indeed, a store. This shop is adorable and has lots of unique styles in it for super affordable prices. I can’t fit into any of it myself really BUT it’s still been a big inspiration to look at their photography and see how they’re styling their pieces! 

Walk the Line Striped Dress - $78, available in US size 10 - 30

I wanted to use this cute image from Fat Girl Flow, since it was Corissa’s IG where I first saw this shop as well AND because it’s so helpful to see products on non-models. Soncy is a really cute really incredible shop. Y’all know I’m not the biggest fan of the whole Fashion Nova curve look, it just never has felt very “me,” even though it’s a staple for many other plus-sized bloggers/influencers. Soncy feels like Fashion Nova’s classy older sister who has her own very successful etsy business selling fancy leather goods--which is not at all a bad vibe...one part hippie, one part mature, and one part sexy. Still a similar style, but there’s not as much emphasis on the whole Kylie Jenner booty body-con everywhere look, and things just look higher quality...they’re more expensive, but everything in the shop is available in sizes 10 - 30 and everything is miraculously under $100, which is just awesome. 

FAVE JULY SILHOUETTES

Pier Pursuits Cropped Jumpsuit - $64.99, available in XXS - 4XL

Right now, one of the silhouettes I’m obsessed with is super wide leg jumpsuits. This one was really the first one that sparked the intense love for me, the proportions are so unique and perfect and I love that these jumpsuits are starting to show more traditional dress like necklines...this one from ASOS curve does a similar thing which I really adore. 

Front Twist Flutter Sleeve Tee - $9, 0X - 3XL

Twist front crop tees (even the ones that are just from twisting a not in a normal tee!) are just such a look for me right now. There’s something very nostalgic about them, almost like how when tying jackets around the waist was coming back as a styling choice when 90s nostalgia started going strong, that makes me just super happy and it’s a natural type of ruching that is really attractive without looking kind of dated and old. It just looks good on everyone, truly. 

PRINTS & COLORS

Fluted Sleeve Mini Dress in Ditsy Floral - $51 // Infusion Cut Out Bralette in Vintage Floral - $52 // Ditsy Floral Ruffle Jumpsuit - $40

There’s something so nice and vintage feeling about a ditsy floral print, and I’ve been wanting to create some of my own patterns that mimic this feel for a while but still haven’t quite gotten around to it. It’s just such a nice subtle way to wear florals, a print that I tend to be really picky about since they can go ugly fairly easily or run the risk of looking dated or matronly depending (and I mean dated like...2008 versus a nice vintage feel) but ditsy florals just always look so cute and nice, too subtle to ever really be offensive and easy to transition from season to season. 

Daisy Street Cami with Peplum - $24 // True Stripes A-Line Skirt - $38 // Miss Selfridge Pinafore Dress - $56

i’m also just really feeling chambray this month, especially with a subtle white pinstripe. aside from chambray just feeling really lovely to the touch (bc i’m all about those textures y’all) it’s such a lovely soft approach to denim that feels so airy and perfect for summer. 

MAKEUP/SKINCARE

LIPHOP Ombre Lip Balm - $2.59 

I bought this little lip balm for real cheap off of aliexpress a while ago, in quite a few shades since it was so cheap. I’ve found that the darker shades are by far my favorite, though they don’t look quite as dark on me as they do in the photos. It’s very similar to just putting on a little chapstick--these just add a natural little pop of color for a fresh bitten look to the center of your lips while hydrating them overall. I like that it gives that popsicle stain look without the matte feel of some similar products, like Glossier’s Generation G and Colourpop’s Blotted Lip, or the actual commitment of doing a proper ombre lip look. 

Bliss Makeup Melt Jelly Cleanser - $12

This one is actually not one I’ve gotten to try yet (it’s sitting in my cart to be purchased as soon as my current cleanser runs out) but I wanted to include it on this list anyway because I’ve been wanting to try it for a while now. It’s supposed to be a really good dupe for Glossier’s Milky Jelly Cleanser, but has a smaller price tag ($12, vs Glossier’s $18) as well as coming with more product (6.4oz vs Glossier’s 6oz). Last winter I was looking for a good cleanser that wouldn’t dry me out quite as much as my current one does. I’m currently using Tony Moly’s Peach Foam Cleanser, which I think is really lovely in a lot of ways--the foaming is fun, the smell is amazing, and it does really make you feel clean, but it dries my skin out sooooo much right now, even in the summer where I have a little more oil. It claimed to be moisturizing and gentle but I guess my skin is still just too wimpy to take it, and I’ve been looking for a change. This dupe is also rose scented, which I’m super excited about--I’ll be sure to tell you all how it is! 

so that’s it for july! look forward to seeing some of my highlights for august next month and feel free to let me know if there are any other categories you’d like me to add each month! <3 

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I told myself, no, limit yourself.

I told myself, you’ll take on too much!

But then I looked at some of the stuff I had to blog…and then some other stuff…and then even more stuff…and they all screamed to me, “BLOG US!!!!!!!!!!!!”

So, here we go…I did tie up some stuff in a closet, but I’ll let them out soon, I promise!

First InspirationSL,

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With the round this time focusing on the gypsy girl Esmeralda, it’s more colorful and, frankly, very sexy!  First up is AdoreZ, with the Sara dress that can be changed in a wink to another texture!  That plunge in the front is oooh-la-la!  The dress comes in Slink, Belleza and Maitreya sizes and has a 50-color hud, which is fantastic!  Banana Banshee has the most amazing mesh eyes, with 2 huds, Wanderer and Wanderer Darks, to change your eyes into dozens of beautiful colors.  I soooooo adore them; I won’t wear any others!  Cute Boheme has a separate blouse and skirt combination, the top cropped off and the skirt in flirty, sexy layers.  They come in Flowers, Stripes, and Spring, and all of the colors are stunning!  The jewelry from Beloved Jewelry goes perfectly with a 2-piece type of dress, as it has, in addition to the usual bracelets, necklace, and earrings, anklets, a hip chain and a pierced belly ring.  So beautiful and ornate – you can really let your inner gypsy out to dance!

To get to InspirationSL:

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rayne%20and%20PetitChat/10/128/1510

and on Flickr:  https://www.flickr.com/groups/inspirationsl/

and the stores:

AdoreZ:  https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/160919

Banana Banshee:   MAIN STORE http://tinyurl.com/zjdgcdg MarketPlace http://tinyurl.com/ze34c2e FACEBOOK http://tinyurl.com/zt4cka6 PLURK http://tinyurl.com/hscqyon FLICKR http://tinyurl.com/jtj5u8l 

Beloved Jewelry:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Seyfert/28/31/30

Cute Boheme:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Gwarl/196/182/852

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Ostara’s Altar celebrates all that is powerful about life, how everything rejuvenates in the spring, beginning to grow and flourish and promise a bountiful harvest.  If nothing else, the fashions you’ll find will make you feel pretty and powerful too!  1313 Mockingbird Lane has put together a cauldron witch’s hat and gorgeous belted dress with dagged edge.  The dress comes in black, blue orange pink, purple, white and yellow and is exclusively for Maitreya bodies.  C&C has made the loveliest Altar set; the flowers remind us all that Wicca is tied to the worship of nature.  Even the blade is a most appealing color!  Dark Passions Koffin Nails has  provided two amazing sets of nail polish – Lady of the Moon and Magic Crystals.  It’s no wonder, looking at those nails, that Dark Passions has become my favorite nail polish maker!  [Bubble] has put together an anklet set named Sibyl that is really so customizable – the hud gives you dozens of options to keep you happy!  [AD] has a threesome of chairs draped with roses: Blush, with pink and light red roses, Innocence, with baby pink and white roses, and Royal, with dark red and purple roses.  Hard to resist these beautiful items…so don’t!

Ostara’s Altar:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Spectacle/176/240/55

You can also see it here:  Flickr – https://www.flickr.com/groups/darkpassionsevents/

Stores:

1313 Mockingbird Lane:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Spectacle/176/240/55

[bubble]: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Badlands/107/91/25

[AD]: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Johannie/94/153/1358

Dark Passions – Koffin Nails : Nail Appliers & Clothing:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Spectacle/46/43/81

Image Essentials has sooooo many amazing poses, and these ones that I am blogging about are just perfect for lazing around…or pretending like you’re sitting on a cloud, peering around…or even snuggled up next to your loved one.  Yes, Coreig is back, cuddling with me (albeit reluctantly; I think he still remembers the hours of sitting on a rock I made him do!) in My Soulmate V3.  Such a sweet, loving pose!  Heaven 3 reminds me of an angel whose curiosity has gotten the better of her – she has to look and see what’s happening!  I, of course, being no angel, had to show it on the ground. :D  Finally, five poses with mirrors to celebrate Lazing!  It is, of course, an art form, but getting these poses will definitely get you closer to perfecting it!

SLURL: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Parameshvara/207/209/44                 Marketplace – https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/75403 Flickr – https://www.flickr.com/groups/imageessentials/ Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Image-Essentials-Props-and-Poses-159796480888646/

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Petit Chat has the most adorable seasonal accessory in these earrings – they are tiny eggs!  You can, with the enclosed hud, change the color of the ribbon, the color of the egg, the color of the metals, and even apply very gorgeous and cool patterns on the eggs!  You have to, really HAVE TO, buy these!  After all, what would an Easter bonnet be without some pretty, eye-catching eggs swinging under it?

Square1 / April round EVENT DATE : April 1st-21st 2017

LM:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Discovery/112/51/13

Flickr : https://www.flickr.com/groups/3068391@N25/ Website : http://www.square1eventsl.com/ Square1 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Square1SL

Petit Chat slurl : http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rayne%20and%20PetitChat/63/83/30 Petit chat blog : http://petitchatsl.fr/ Petit Chat Flikr group : https://www.flickr.com/groups/petitchatsl/pool/ Petit Chat Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/petitchatsl/

And if you want a fun fashion statement to make…what better one than the Camille Jumpsuit from Le Fashion Whore!  Comfy and sooooo versatile – you can throw a t-shirt on under it, a button-up shirt or tied-up tee, drape a long asymmetrical skirt on top…the possibilities are endless!  It comes in both pastel and neon colors – you get to decide how bold you want to be!  Jazz up your wardrobe with Camille!

Le Fashion Whore slurl: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Business%20District%20Golf/91/27/30

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And the last, but most assuredly not least, entry is for Reflected Dreams Gallery.  The artists that display there are just amazing, their artwork always eliciting from me a sigh, or a laugh, or a good cry…and of course that’s what artwork should do for you!  This time around, it was both tears and laughs…and you’ll see why if you look at the following pictures:

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First, the laughs: the vintage tin signs, as well as a couple of the love sayings in the Love Series, just made me laugh so heartily!  If you can look at the “Boobs” tin sign and not laugh, you are a better person than I am!  And of course I got all romantic and weepy about the Love Series posters – well, the ones that didn’t make me laugh – after all, a sign saying “I love you more than coffee” – it’s just funny to me :D  And then the Fallen Celtic cross…just heartbreaking.  You are almost thrown off by the sunlight in the picture – but then realize that the cross is even more plunged in darkness for the contrast.  You have a feeling that the cross will still be lying there, ignored and abandoned, if ever you were to stumble upon it.

Reflected Dreams Gallery:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Satin%20Sky/99/115/24

Tisephone – Vintage Tin Signs

Ember – Love Collection

on MP: Kiss me Goodnight: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/AA-Crate-Gacha-Kiss-Me-Goodnight-boxed/11252928

I love you more than coffee: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/I-love-you-more-than-coffee-Love-Series-Gacha/11252912

All of me loves all of you: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/AA-Crate-All-of-me-Loves-All-of-you-boxed/11252907

Though she be but little: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/AA-Crate-Though-she-be-but-Little-boxed/11252923

Love Story: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/AA-Crate-Gacha-Love-Story-Boxed/11252911

Fatpack: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Love-Series-GACHA-RARE-FATPACK-boxed/11252929

  And:  Ardent Artworks Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/147727318@N08/

CalystiaMoonshadow- Fallen Celtic Cross

Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/calystiamoonshadow/ Marketplace: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/184982 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/calystia.moonshadow

You can find the Fallen Celtic Cross at the following locations:

Kultivate Select: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Water%20Haven/18/39/26

The Red Gallery in support of Team Diabetes of Second Life: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bailywick/155/96/1887

  SOOOOOOOOOO Much Yummy Goodness! I told myself, no, limit yourself. I told myself, you'll take on too much! But then I looked at some of the stuff I had to blog...and then some other stuff...and then even more stuff...and they all screamed to me, "BLOG US!!!!!!!!!!!!"