#because i love dresses and have mani+pedi

[painandpleasure86]

I'm not aromantic, but I'm (gray)ace and librafem (person mostly agender but with a small bond with womanhood/femeninity).

I am asexual, aromantic, and agender. I have made precisely one decision in my life, and that decision was "no".

[thenickgirl]

DAD!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional and based on my own conclusions.

warnings: all fluff

a/n: alright so, reader x nick are married in this, and you have a little girl through surrogacy.

Nick as a dad:

♀ all throughout his youtube career he’s made it plain that he’s not too keen on children, but now that he’s older and once he falls in love with you, his feelings change. you decide to start a family and when it comes to your daughter Aliyah Jade, he’s absolutely obsessed.

♀ the day Aliyah was born was the best day of his life. after seeing her for the first time you both knew there was nothing you could love more.

♀ his heart absolutely melted the first time she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger.

♀ he happily takes on the role of a ‘stay at home’ dad. he quickly finds a balance between taking care of your daughter and the household.

♀ the first few months of her life were hard on, the sleepless nights trying to keep up with her feeding schedule, the never ending laundry, and bottle cleaning easily wore you both out.

♀ he is very (but not overly) protective of Aliyah. he’s cautious about who holds her or watches her.

♀ Aliyah is so spoiled by the both of you, but especially nick. he’s constantly coming home with something for her:

“i know i knowww, but i saw this and i couldn’t help myself. c’mon it’s so cute, look it!”

♀ he’s capturing all of her milestones. from her first crawl to her first steps to her first words, he’s got it all on film. he loves having those memories of the three of you as a family to look back on.

♀ he straight up talks to her like she’s grown. he doesn’t believe in the baby talk whatsoever, and Aliyah just smiles at him when he does.

♀ he’ll give her a cute nickname like ‘bunny’ or ‘pumpkin’

♀ he handles her ‘terrible twos’ like a pro. he’s taught her how to communicate and use her words. on occasion whenever she does throw a tantrum, he throws one right along with her, causing her to stop and look at him so confused:

“babe, did you seriously just throw a tantrum WHILE she throws a tantrum?”

“yep, works every time!”

♀ Aliyah’s preschool years are his favorite. he loves playing with her and chasing her around the house. he loves having her with him while he run errands, she’s his little lunch date and his partner in crime. he’s always down to dress up and play princesses or have a tea party.

“daddy can we pway pwincesses pweeeeease?”

“absolutely honey, come on”

♀ sometimes he’ll hear Aliyah slip and call or refer to him as ‘mommy’ and he just blushes like crazy.

♀ he’ll let her play in kids make up and give him a little makeover. he’s giggling the whole time, thinking about how crazy he’s about to look at the end of this.

“you look so pwetty daddy!! look it!”

“oh girl you ate! i love it so much thank you, pumpkin”

“let’s go show daddy how pwetty you are”

♀ he first trip to the dentist is stressful mainly because he also hates the dentist, but he keeps his composure for her. he’ll sit and hold her tiny hand through it all, giving her encouraging words to keep her calm. Aliyah gets through it like a champ!

♀ he loves taking her along to the nail salon, letting her get a kid’s mani and pedi. he just loves seeing the smile and excitement on her face.

“daddy, can i get lellow on my nails?”

“you sure can, bunny, whatever you want”

“daddy, you get lellow too like me!”

“okay”

♀ when it comes to discipline he hates it. he doesn’t like having to be stern or the ‘mean parent,’ it makes him feel awful. he always does it with love and never ever yells. he makes sure she understands what she did and why it was wrong. luckily, Aliyah is a pretty good kid, so he doesn’t have to discipline her often.

♀ when Aliyah starts school, he’s an absolute mess because he’s losing his little partner in crime. he’ll make her favorite breakfast and he’ll be so emotional the whole morning while he’s getting her dressed and doing her hair. once you all get to school and to her classroom he’s hugging her so tight, not wanting to let go.

♀ if Aliyah ever came home and said that there were other children bullying her Nick would lose it. he’d go up to the school and go off on the principal because why the fuck are they allowing this to happen!!

♀ he’s front row at every dance recital, soccer game, and cheer competition. he’s bringing the biggest bouquet of flowers and cheering, telling everyone around him about his baby girl.

“yesss you got this, bunny!”

“that’s my little girl right there in the yellow!”

♀ he throws her the biggest and best birthday parties. there’s always a fun theme, and every year he does a photoshoot for her. there’s endless amounts of food, sweets, and games/activities to play. he’s the best host for her birthday parties.

♀ if Aliyah ever has nightmares, he running t cuddle up next to her, holding her tight and telling her there’s nothing to afraid of, that he’d never let anyone anything hurt her. he’ll hum a little song and rock her back to sleep, not leaving her side.

♀ he loves planning vacations for your family, the three of you are always on the road when time allows it. he wants Aliyah to be able to see the world, show her there’s more out there than their quiet little hometown.

♀ once Aliyah hits her teenage years he becomes her safe space. he always makes sure that she feels comfortable enough to talk to him about whatever. he never judges and and lets her know that there’s nothing she can say or do that would make him not love her.

♀ he tries his best to help her with homework, but most of the times he’s just googling the answers.

♀ he believes in freedom of speech so if Aliyah starts swearing during her teen years, he wouldn’t care. his only rule would be that she only does it at home, and not at school in front of teachers or in front of other adults.

♀ he’s the parent that all the kids love. Aliyah’s friends love coming over to her house because Nick is such a fun and understanding dad.

♀once it’s time for Aliyah to start driving, he’s panicking. he lets you teach her because the whole process just stresses him out. the thought of his baby girl driving makes him sad but he’s also relieved that he doesn’t have to keep driving her around everywhere.

♀ when she’s out with friends, he’s got her on life 360 and he’s checking her location all the time.

“aliyah jade! go charge that phone right now, it’s on 18%!!”

“dadddd okay i will!”

♀ he’s there through all of her relationships and heartbreaks. he’ll hold her and wipe away her tears, letting her know that he’s there for her, cause he knows how earth shattering teenage love can be.

♀ on graduation day, nick is filled with joy, pride and sadness because his baby girl is going off to college. her childhood memories run through his mind all day, not wanting to believe that she’s grown up so fast right before his eyes. Aliyah graduates with honors at the top of her class, and Nick is grinning ear to ear, camera in hand, as she gives her speech, but his breath hitches at the end when he hears her say his name:

“and last but certainly not least, i’d like to thank my parents, nick and y/n. i wouldn’t be here without you. it was your unconditional love and guidance that shaped me into who i am today. i’m going to continue spending every day from here on out making you proud. i love you, dads!”

♀ nick is such a wonderful, fun, and loving father.

Bonus UNCLE!Nick:

➳ he loves having all the kids over for the weekend, sleepovers at uncle nick’s are always elite.

➳ he’s the fun uncle for sure, he basically lets the kids do whatever (within reason) when their with him.

➳ he always has the best snacks and makes sure to have all the kids favorite toys.

➳ he lets them know that he’s there for them, they love coming to have talks with him about things they’re afraid to tell their parents because he makes them feel so safe.

➳ during family trips, all the kids want to ride in the car with him cause he’s gonna play the music they like and sing along with him (even though he barely knows the words or who’s even singing).

➳ he loves taking photos of all the cousins together at every family gathering, knowing they’ll want to look back on it later and see how much everyone has grown.

➳ he’s there at all the recitals and sporting events, he never misses any big moment in his nieces or nephews lives.

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[coqxettee]

Summer Glow-Up Guide (Part 1) 🌞

In’s & out ‘s & wardrobe essentials

How to ACTUALLY glow-up for Summer or during Summer (it’s never too late to implement healthy habits into your lifestyle) 🐚🌊🌺

Summer In’s & Out’s:

Ins: Outs:

- Limiting screen time - Doom scrolling

- Journaling daily - Overthinking

- Meditation & yoga daily - Lying in bed

- A healthy diet & balance - Skipping meals

- 7K- 10K steps a day - Staying indoors

- Reading daily - Binging TV

- Tan, moisturise & SPF - Sleeping in makeup

- Getting 8-10hrs of sleep - Staying up late

- Drink your H20 - Sugary soda/alcohol

- Quality clothes that fit - Fast fashion pieces

- Mani & Pedi done 💅🏼 - Unkempt nails/details

- Signature scent - Forgetting perfume & sprays

- Tidy, organised room - Cluttered space

- A Morning & Night routine - Being unorganized

The wardrobe:

It’s important to capture the essence of what you want your Summer wardrobe to look like and emulate. Do you want to be more on the classic side? Or maybe you prefer girly pink fits, or maybe even both! You don’t have to fit into a certain box with your fashion, but figuring out a certain style for that specific season is a great way to start. Personally for me, I like sticking to a color palette that speaks to me for summer. Hyper-feminine colors like Pinks, Whites, Creams, and pastel colors such as yellow, blue, and even tropical green with gold accents can create such a classic and “old money” look too. Just make sure that whatever you are wearing makes you feel your best, because when you feel your best you look your best . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Summer Wardrobe essentials 🐚:

Bikini’s in neutral colors/One piece swimsuit

Beach Sarongs/Cover up’s

Cami’s/Vest tops/Crop tops/Milkmaid tops

Off the shoulder tops

Strapless tops

A thin cardigan (for those odd chilly moments)

Slip dresses

Linen blouses/blue stripy blouse/plain white t-shirt

Linen trousers/Yacht shorts

Maxi skirts/Mini skirts/Skorts (Floral dresses, evening dresses)

Light wash jeans/denim shorts

Maxi dresses/Mini dresses/Milkmaid dresses

Dungarees (light wash)

A wide sun hat (bonus points if it has a bow)

Tote bags/wicker bags/hessian bags

Neckties

Decorative sandals/Ballet flats/mary janes/evening heels (kitten heels are in at the moment)

Gold jewellery (if your a silver girly stick with that)

Shell jewellery/Seaside motifs (if you are more of a tropical girly and love anything with seaside motifs include these into your outfits, I loveeee shell necklaces)

Thin Brown belts

A watch (not a necessity but they are so classy and timeless)

Hair bandana’s, claw clips, flowers for your hair (you can get fake hibiscus flowers and I think they just look so summery and cute)

[dyeher]

Warnings: single dad! baji, preschool teacher! reader.

Notes: this one right here could be- I mean- maybe…unedited read at your own risk.

Keisuke is panicking.

He keeps glancing in his rear view mirror at his little girl who’s happily humming along to whatever is playing from her iPad.

She doesn’t seem to share the same bone chilling fear as him. His grip on the steering wheel is tight enough that his knuckles have gone white.

They’re fifteen minutes away from his daughter’s official first day of school and Baji is five seconds away from turning this car around and taking her to work with him.

She giggles in the backseat and Baji swallows a lump of emotion and sighs when it settles in the pit of his stomach like lead.

“You excited princess?”

Her little head bobs, her pigtails (and the giant bows tied around each one) sways with the motion.

“Words Kaori, remember to use your words,” he reminds her.

“Yes daddy,” she replies, eyes falling to her iPad once more.

Baji gulps when the gates to the school come into view. He takes a deep breath and pulls into the driveway. The parking lot isn’t full because he’s twenty minutes early. When he finds a spot however his panic mounts.

This is real. This is happening. His daughter is starting school.

“We’re here!” she squeals when she finally looks up from the screen. She wriggles in her car seat, clearly wanting out.

Baji frowns.

“Daddy!” she insists. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Baji wants to cry. “Okay, princess. Okay,” he resigns himself to being miserable for the rest of the day. Perhaps for the rest of his existence. This is where it all starts. With school.

He hoists her out of the car seat and grabs her backpack and lunchbox. Keisuke is extremely proud of the fact that he, Keisuke Baji, despite his questionable past, has raised a daughter on his own.

He’d had to learn to comb and take care of hair other than his own (a lot goes into having healthy hair apparently), accept the color pink (of which there were over fifty shades), pretend tea parties didn’t make him uncomfortable (it’s the chairs), wear glitter make up (glitter can never be cleaned correctly), sing and dance (he’s a performer but only for her) and of course, what self respecting father of a girl hadn’t perfect mani/pedis.

His life had taken a dramatic three sixty when Kaori was born. But there wasn’t a single day since then that he regretted. He loves her more than he can actually put into words.

Which explained why he was on the verge of tears as he fit his arm through the strap of her sparkly, pink backpack and wrapped his hand around her much smaller one.

On the steps leading up to the front doors stood Kaori’s teacher. He’d met you previously when he’d registered Kaori and even then, dressed in jeans and a t shirt you’d been beautiful. His panic subsides a little when you give him a small smile.

“Mr. Baji,” you barely spare him a glance and Baji might have been insulted if not for the way your gaze immediately drops to his daughter. “And you must be little Kaori,” you squat to her level and Baji’s heart stutters. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you! Your daddy has told me so much about you.”

“He has?�� Kaori asks, and Baji lifts a brow at her when she turns to him with a skeptical look on her face.

“I have,” Baji replies. “This is your teacher Kaori,” he holds his breath as his daughter eyes you. Kaori Baji isn’t shy. In fact she’s one of the most outspoken kids he’s ever met. It’s easy to know when she dislikes someone or something because she has no problem pointing it out. It’s whether she likes someone or not that’s the real issue.

“Do you like tea parties?” Kaori asks, and Baji knows this is the million dollar question. One wrong answer and today could easily turn into a shit show.

“Oh,” you gush. “I love tea parties! Do you wanna see my tea set?”

Baji blinks, eyes widening when Kaori releases his hand and takes a step toward you. She nods and then as though catching herself she responds. “Yes, please.”

“Fantastic! But you’ll have to say goodbye to daddy,” you say carefully. “Is that okay?”

Baji’s breath leaves him in a pained rush. His panic coming back full force. He purses his lips, eyes glued to Kaori as she considers your request.

She turns to Baji motioning for him to come closer. He squats. “You have to go,” she says, and Baji’s heart shrivels.

“I know princess,” his throat burns, as he pulls the backpack from his shoulder and helps Kaori into it. “Will you be okay without me?”

Kaori gives him a look like she’s offended and Baji might have laughed under different circumstances. She frowns, stepping into his arms when he spreads them for her. Her little arms wrap around his neck tightly. Baji’s eyes close briefly, his heart thundering as he squeezes her. When he opens them he finds your eyes on him.

Kaori steps out of his arms. “I’ll be okay,” she confirms.

Keisuke glances from her to you and then back to her. “Okay,” he presses a kiss to her forehead, and stands. You stand with him and Kaori takes your hand.

“First days are always the hardest,” you comment.

Baji can only smile weakly at you as you guide Kaori deeper into the school. His daughter turns and gives him a short dismissive wave before turning her full attention on you.

Baji stands there long enough that the parking lot starts to fill up.

She’ll be fine he tells himself when he finally forced himself to leave. She’s a big girl he repeats as he forced himself not to think about what could be happening to her now.

It’s only a couple of hours, she’ll be fine.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 5

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Everyone but Penny sees the surprise coming and Jake gets a new lock screen wallpaper.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

Amelia and I made eye contact over her mom’s head, holding in giggles. Penny was passed out, head back, snoring softly as a woman massaged her feet. Maverick had asked Phoenix to take the girls out for a mani-pedi but we all agreed that I was the less suspicious choice when it came to a girls’ day out. 

“We should get lunch after this,” Amelia pulled out her phone and showed me a vegan place with a clean aesthetic. “What about here?”

“Sounds good to me,” I lied with a smile. “Is there anything else you want to do today?” I had to keep the girls out of the house for at least another hour but Maverick had said the longer the better. Amelia shrugged,

“If Mav’s gonna propose, we should go shopping,” I choked on my spit, and Amelia rolled her eyes. “Seriously? He was sweating buckets this morning and now we’re getting manicures?”

“That’s fair,” Fifteen-year-olds were very perceptive apparently. Penny let out a louder snore and Amelia elbowed her in the ribs, her mom shot awake.

“Yes?”

“We’re getting lunch and then going shopping for matching dresses,” Penny looked at me and I tried to look as enthusiastic as possible. 

“Okay,” And then she nodded off again. From what Amelia and Mav had both said, Penny had had a long night closing up the Hard Deck and then had thrown back shots with her bartenders. Amelia rolled her eyes and then went back to scrolling through Instagram. My phone buzzed.

Jake: Hey, Wildflower. How are things going?

Daisy: Penny’s sound asleep and Amelia saw right through Mav

Jake: Figures, man has no poker face when it comes to her

Daisy: Mav owes me big time, Amelia wants to get vegan food

Jake: I’ll take you for pizza tonight after everything 

Daisy: Deal

I paused, brow furrowing. Did he mean getting pizza as a friend? Or as a date? I shook off the thought, of course, it was as friends. Well…I blushed, it might not have been so bad if Jake wanted to- No. I put the thought away in a locked filing cabinet, the same cabinet where the feeling of his muscled arms beneath my hand was stored. Jake and I were never going to be anything more than friends, even if he was perfect and handsome, and he listened to all of my stories with a smile on his face. Absolutely not. 

Jake: What color did you get your nails?

Daisy: Guess

Jake: Green, the same shade as your bedspread

Daisy: How the hell did you guess that on your first try?

Jake: Because you told me it was your favorite

Jake: And I remember everything you say

I didn’t even know how to respond, so I didn’t. Amelia and I chatted about baking while they painted our toes. She had volunteered to bake for a soccer team bake sale to buy new uniforms for the school year.

“If you need help, just give me a call. I’ll help you bake whatever you need,” Amelia lit up with a smile,

“That would be great! I was planning on using bagged mix but actual homemade stuff would sell so much better.” It felt good to be helpful, Amelia reminded me of my oldest niece, Sarah. Sarah was four and loved soccer, at that age it was mostly just kids running around and screaming excitedly. She had the same blonde hair as Amelia too, always smiling and giving her parents a hard time.

After a very dry and under seasoned lunch that Penny and I managed to grin and bear it through, we ended up at a little boutique. Amelia treated Penny and I like her own personal dress up dolls, having us try on dress after dress until she found one that looked good on all three of us and was up to her standards. 

The dress she settled on for me was a light green made of light, flowy fabric. It cinched at my waist and made my boobs look fantastic. The only negative was that it clung to my stomach a little but I couldn’t stop smiling at how cute I looked and in a moment of giddiness, I snapped a picture in the changing room mirror with an arm around my waist. Then I sent it to Jake. 

“Yo, D, you ready to go?” Amelia shouted and I quickly grabbed the shopping bag filled with my earlier clothes and followed her out to the car. 

Jake: Baby you’re killing me in that dress

Daisy: That was the idea, pretty boy

“Flirting with Hangman?” Penny asked, the pep finally back in her step. “You two are adorable together.” 

“We’re just friends,” 

“Suuuuuuurrreeee,” Amelia patted my shoulder from the back seat, “You keep telling yourself that, D.” 

“You two are horrible, we’re friends!” 

“That man used to go home with a different girl every night and now he doesn’t even look at another woman, even when you’re not at the bar.” Penny shot me a motherly look that had me blushing like a schoolgirl, “In fact, he spends every moment you’re not there on his phone. Would you happen to know what he’s doing?”

“Oh! I know, I know!” Amelia pounds on the back of my seat, “Texting D!” Penny made a dinging noise. “You guys are too cute together, everyone can see it.” 

“I’m not listening,” I plugged my ears with my fingers, “Lalalalalalala.” Penny smacked a hand over my mouth.

“I will bet you a hundred dollars that Hangman’s going to have his hands on you within a minute of us walking through the door.” I was going to lose that bet, I already knew it. 

“You’re on.” I was an idiot.

Penny thought they were celebrating the end of summer, a weak cover story, but Penny was looking forward to it. Especially since Maverick had promised to organize the whole thing so that she didn’t have to lift a finger, me taking them out on a girls’ day on Maverick’s credit card was just the cherry on top. 

“Ready to win, mom?” Amelia asked, the double meaning completely lost on Penny as we strolled through the doors of the Hard Deck. The lights were off inside and it was impressive how quiet the daggers were being before Penny flicked on the lights. Stretched across the rafters was a white and gold banner with the words will you marry me written in cursive and Maverick was on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“Oh my God! Of course!” Penny rushed to Maverick, kissing him soundly as he slid the long overdue ring onto her finger. The daggers came out from the woodwork, hooping and hollering with excitement. I caught sight of Jake who was already beelining towards me with an indiscernible look on his face.

“You’re so losing the bet,” Amelia snorted, showing me a timer that was counting down from a minute. 

“You’re horrible,” Jake swept me into a hug, the bet officially lost. When my feet lifted from the floor I shrieked in equal parts surprise, horror, and delight.

“Jake, put me down!” 

“You look fucking gorgeous, Wildflower.” Jake dropped me gently to my feet but kept his grasp on my waist, holding me at arm's length while he took one long look at me. Amelia walked off, laughing as she went. Jake was looking at me like I was a T-bone steak and he was a starving man, a deep flush working from my cheeks down to my chest under his intense gaze. “I mean it, Daisy. You look beautiful.” 

“Shut up,” I laughed, letting him pull me into his chest. My heart was racing, that stupid fluttery feeling they described in romance books making me a little nauseous. “We’re supposed to be paying attention to Mav and Penny.” 

“I don’t think I can pay attention to anyone but you right now and you, pretty girl, better believe this is Jake talking and not Hangman.” I stopped laughing, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Well, whoever’s saying it is making me blush,” 

“Well, you made me blush with that picture. It’s only fair.” Jake squeezed my hip, making me blush even harder. I wanted to go up on my toes and press my lips to his but instead, I pushed him away with a laugh, pretending I didn’t believe a word he said like I always did but this time I had doubts that he was joking. “Daisy-”

“Come on, pretty boy. I have to pay the bride.” 

X

Daisy yelped when I lifted her onto the bed of the truck. We stayed at the party for a few hours, Daisy spending most of the time with the girls while I hung around Mav and the guys. Maverick had been over the moon, talking about his plans for a big wedding and an even bigger honeymoon. Then when he was ready to spend time with his fiancee, sweeping her off her feet and taking her to his bike, Amelia having been picked up by a friend earlier in the night, Daisy had gone right to my side and laced her fingers with mine. 

“Stop doing that! You’ll hurt your back.” She protested, smacking my chest.

“And why would I hurt my back, Wildflower? You don’t think I’m strong enough to manhandle my girl?” Her mouth opened and shut a few times, I could tell by the scrunch of her brow that she didn’t know which part of my words to respond to. Did she insist she was too heavy again? Which was total bullshit. Or did she protest that I called her my girl? I tapped her knee, “Scoot your pretty ass back to the pillows while I grab the pizza.” Daisy muttered something under her breath about me being an ass but did what I said. 

She looked as pretty as a picture, leaned back against the pillows in the bed of my truck, her sundress pooled high up on her creamy thighs, staring up at the stars with a soft smile. Lord have mercy, I needed this woman to give my heart a break before it beat so hard it lept from my chest.

“Are you going to keep staring or join me up here?” Daisy snapped without malice, making me grin.

“Actually, darlin, I want a picture to prove I had the prettiest girl in the world in my bed.” 

“You’re an idiot,” She sighed but smiled for the picture that I quickly set as my lock screen before climbing up beside her. “You know, you’re not nearly half as charming as you think you are.” 

“And you’re a horrible liar. Now eat your pizza and look at the stars,” She responded instantly to the stern tone of my voice, and hell if that didn’t make me that much more attracted to her. We ate in silence, staring up at the sky, and when the pizza was gone, Daisy let me wrap her in my arms. 

I wanted to do this every night, lazily tracing patterns on her thigh and kissing her neck while she giggled at me to knock it off. I wanted her to tell me stories about the stars and lace her fingers with mine. I wanted everything she was willing to give me and a little bit more for as long as she would let me have it. Which was hopefully forever. Forever. I’d never thought about forever before, not like this at least. My biggest dream had always been flying and I would let nothing get in the way of that but Daisy had been on my mind every second of the day that I wasn’t in the sky. 

“Hey, Harvey.” I had been so far in thought I hadn’t even heard her phone ring. There was a jealous spark in my chest. Who the hell was Harvey? Some guy from back home?

Daisy must have felt me tense, her free hand resting reassuringly on my thigh. “No, I’m fine. Yes, I’m telling the truth,” She huffed hotly. “Now’s actually not a good time, I’m stargazing.” The tips of her ears went red, “No, I’m not with Tasha. I’m with,” She looked over at me and I was already staring at her. What was she going to say? Friend might kill me, I knew boyfriend was off the table for now. “I’m with a very good friend,” She squeezed my thigh, “His name’s Jake.”

A very good friend? I could work with that. “Yeah, okay, Harv. I love you too,” Just hearing those three words come out of her mouth was enough to stop my heart. She squeezed my thigh again, biting her bottom lip as she stared up at me. “Give my nieces a kiss for me. M’bye.” Nieces. Harvey must have been the brother Phoenix had mentioned in passing. 

“What was that about?” Daisy shook her head, silencing her phone before relaxing back into my side, her hand still on my thigh.

“He’s just checking up on me. I, uh, historically don’t do well with September.” I waited for her to elaborate, to talk my ear off for an hour but no explanation came. 

“Care to explain?” 

“It’ll ruin the night, trust me. I’ll tell you some other time.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that, Daisy. I want to know everything about you, the good, the bad, and the ugly.” She huffed at me and I just knew she was rolling her eyes.

“Can you just hold me for a little bit longer and maybe…” She trailed off with a sigh, fingers tapping on my thigh. “Can you…” 

“Whatever you want, Wildflower. All you ever have to do is ask.” 

“Kiss my hair?” This woman was going to kill me, it was official, and I couldn’t have been happier to be a dead man walking.

“It would be my pleasure, darlin.” I tried to take a picture of this moment in my mind.

I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, making me forget about everything else in the world. Daisy’s hair smelled like vanilla and lavender and as I placed a gentle kiss on her soft, red hair, I couldn’t help but do it again, and again. We sat there until the air became too cold for comfort, even with a blanket, the sky twinkling above us as her fingers gently rubbed my thigh through my jeans. It was the perfect night, I kissed her forehead when I pulled her out of the truck bed, and then her knuckles after I helped her into the passenger seat.

“Such a gentleman, Jake.” She sighed, looking at me like Penny had looked at Mav when she spotted him on one knee. I swallowed hard, mouth going dry thinking about myself down on one knee.

“I’m your gentleman, Wildflower.”

Next Chapter

[forever-fixating]

RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

Female Character(s)- Bea, June, and Nora

Author's Note: I love the girls so much. I love how unique each one is and how they provide lovely support for the guys. (Bea's speech to Alex after the outing is really beautiful and one of my favorite moments from the book.) This is just a silly bit of fluff that turned into a wedding quartet! Enjoy!

"Why does it feel like this state is punishing its residents for living here?"

June snorted a laugh at the vaguely annoyed expression on Bea's face. It wasn't her first time in Texas and wouldn't be her last since Alex and Henry moved from New York. The big day was a week away, and the three women were "enjoying" a quiet moment at the Diaz lakehouse before everything descended into wedding madness.

"One of life's unanswerable questions," Nora mumbled, her head in June's lap. "Like who shot Kennedy or why some people like pineapple on pizza."

Bea then looked perplexed. "I thought that Oswald bloke shot him?"

Nora pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead. "That's what they want you to believe."

"Behave," June sighed, smacking Nora's forehead lightly. "Keep acting like that, and she is gonna convince H to pack it up and head back to England."

"I'd have better luck convincing Pip to wear a dress to the ceremony," Bea said. "Did you see Eloise's flower girl dress? Maz sent me a video of her practicing her petal scattering technique. The gardener at their residence is beside himself because she won't stop ripping petals off flowers."

June and Nora moved closer and cooed over the video of the tiny five-year-old in a dress with a white bodice and a tutu skirt, each layer of different shades of pink. She held a basket full of white rose petals and took patient steps down a path in the garden, pausing with each step to let a fistful of petals fall delicately to the ground.

"Stop, that's so adorable!" June squealed.

Nora snapped her fingers in approval. "Little Miss El said, 'Uncle Al and Uncle H may be the ones getting married, but this is my moment to shine!'"

Bea locked her phone with a smirk. "I've taught her well. Can we head inside? I may perish if I stay in this heat for a moment later."

June loved hanging out with Bea. After the dust settled, the three women enjoyed getting together for girls-only weekends without the boys for mani-pedis, spa days, and marathons of whatever reality show social media deemed the most unhinged. It was frivolous and fun. Growing up, June always wanted a little sister. That didn't mean she hated having Alex as a little brother, but sharing a bathroom with a boy was gross. Walking in and finding a sweaty jock strap hanging off the shower rod. Showering after him and having no hot water because he took forever to "get extra clean" like she didn't know about masturbation. Going off to college at UT was a bunch needed break from the testosterone tornado that was Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Inside the lakehouse, Bea opened a bottle of sparkling water and poured each a glass, saying, "If you're up for it, I bought some obscenely expensive face masks for us to try. The new season of Too Hot to Handle looks fully bizarre. I think if I auditioned for it, that might finally be the thing that takes my Gran out."

When the boys returned from Austin with dinner, they found them in pajamas, each with a mask on, trying not to laugh too much as a dentist hygienist Marcie made out with Maxx, a naked personal trainer, in a hot tub to make Jake, a bodybuilder, jealous.

"Why do you three always do this without us?" Alex whined as they headed to the kitchen.

"Girl time, little bit," June called out. "Now be a good feminist and bring us dinner! Jake is about to walk in on Marcie and Maxx, and I will not pause."

Alex started to argue, but Henry said, "Best not to argue, love. Everything will be all about us soon enough."

"Listen to your man, Alejandro!" Nora said. "If you're really nice, I'm sure your future sister-in-law will provide your very own face mask so you'll look extra pretty on your wedding day."

June glanced at Bea, who shrugged and said, "Maybe. But only if Alexander remembered the extra queso this time!"

A/N- Like I said, silly silly fluff! I can't believe this month is almost over!

Check out this post and join the fun in celebrating the one-year anniversary of our little romcom that could being released!

[toots-senpai]

fair warning: i do not have a foot fetish, i just appreciate any form of pleasure...no foot fetish, (i will kick you stop fwm) just hear me out.

if cod men have hand/foot fetish & their opinions on you be spoiled with mani-pedis (ghost, price, soap, konig, gaz)

MDNI (you'll be blocked)

nsfw under the cut

captain price has a slight foot kink i dont make the rules. but ik its just purely because he loves all of your body. i dont think he’s down for sucking toes (idk tho man is a freak) but when he's got you in a mating press, ankles on his shoulders, he’ll kiss the arch of your foot 100% of the time. when you doll up to go out he loves slipping on your shoes, affirmations to stay safe or if the two of you are going out together, maybe it starts a teasing amount of pregame for the night ahead, kissing from your feet and up your legs. also pays for your mani-pedis every time you talk about a new color. if you ask him what he wants, he loves any pastels fs. goes rabid if you get his name or initials on your nails. sits in the car when you're in the salon or goes and occupies his time by buying food for you to eat when you're done.

soap probably has it full blown fr, like adoration about anything oral, full blown oral fixation with this one. he kisses wherever he can, it doesn't matter if it's the heel of your foot. bet he loves watching you lick the release off his fingers and vice versa. he's too jealous to sit in the same room as you without being able to touch you. this man most definitely gives you at home pedicures because he doesn’t want anyone else touching your feet. definitely complains about it even if he does give you the money for the pedicure and your technician is a woman. he'll lotion you every time you're out of the shower even if you don't need it. positive he's a switch, loves getting degraded, the sight of degrading him by making him suck your toes is clear. 100% puts of you don't get his initial in your nail everytime he pays for them, pouts even more when you pay yourself.

i feel like konig has the same energy as soap when it comes to being attracted to all of your body but i don't think he's down for anything other than kissing. but, when you get your nails done flashy for this first time, he see's your little hobby as something he can smother you with like everything else. you once got long nails with a red bottom underneath and that's when his appreciation clicks and he starts to love your pretty nails more than anything. kissing at your fingers anytime he gets and cumming harder when your pretty nails are wrapped around his thick length. probably begs you to not give him handies when your nails are done because the sight makes any amount of stamina and restraint go out the window. if you brace your pretty fingers on his collarbones while you ride he wont look away from you. if you get his initial signed he thinks it's cute but nothing to roll heads over for him. also paints your toes when he has the chance. would probably sit in the salon with you but man is a girl magnet so he sits in the car and probably sends you the worst memes you've seen.

i think ghost doesn't care for it all, pays if you ask, definitely likes to sit in salons with you, stares down anyone who tries to even think about talking to him. when you have your nails done man lets you do nothing if he's able to enforce it. no hard labor with your hands, but loves watching you tap away at your phone, flip at pages and laughs when your nails gets in the way when you write.

gaz is soap but way less possessive. do whatever you want, he's your backbone. i personally think he aids in your thoughts of delusion and encourages things a little too much sometimes. he's the best friend a girl could ask for when it comes to drama and getting all dressed up. is never unenthused at the the things you like and if you think it's cute, of course it is, he's buying it regardless of what you want. i think gaz is the type of man to be like "i wanna spoil you, whatchu want." instead of grabbing random things. the only time he surprises you with random things is when your items need to be refilled and he knows exactly what it is that you need. sits in the salon, stares at you the whole time and makes the nail ladies blush.

[7ndipity]

Dating Hobi headcanons

Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread

A/N: we've made it to the final member in the first installment of this series! I hope y'all have enjoyed these as much as I did writing them

Masterlist

Requests are open

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I know it's been said before, but I'm saying it again, he is human sunshine.

Like you cannot be unhappy around him. It's just not possible.

He lives for making you smile and laugh.

He's so full of nervous energy, he couldn't stop his hands from shaking on your first date.

Goes from one extreme to the other when he's flirting. Either he's cheering for you at the top of his lungs or speaking so low that only you can hear him.

Same goes for when he's flustered.

Good Morning & Goodnight texts.

Calls you 'Babe/Bae', 'Jagi', 'Precious', 'Angel', and pretty much anything that comes to mind.

Proud AF Boyfriend. You know that Will Smith meme where he's showing off Jada's dress? That's him all the time.

Prefers casual dates like café hopping or shopping(he likes buying you gifts and acting as your stylist, if you'll let him)

👏Couples 👏Outfits 👏

Tells you he loves at least ten times a day.

Tries to teach you how to dance(don't worry, he'll keep the 'Dance Teacher' face away, mostly)

Loves to surprise you with romantic gestures. Like, you come from work/school, and he will have something like a candlelit dinner or a pillow fort and movie ready and waiting for you.

Self-care date nights, complete with face masks and mani/pedis

I wrote a thing relating to this before, but I think he likes leaving you little notes, some of which you don't find for days because he hid it somewhere like in the fridge.

Despite being so bright and friendly, it takes a little bit for him feel comfortable really opening up to you.

You're one of the only people who knows what on his infamous camera roll.

Surprisingly low on the pda scale.

Like, obviously he loves skinship, but when you're around others, he tries to keep things respectful, sticking to just holding your hand or a quick lil kiss here and there.

The second you're alone though, dear lord.

It's a wonder that y'all haven't fused together from the way he hangs onto you.

Kisses you like you're his primary source of oxygen.

Constantly trailing his hands over you in some way or other.

Another acts of service king.

You've seen him with his members, he's always checking in on them or picking up after them.

Actually likes getting to look after you, even if it's just in little ways, like doing the dishes or picking up meds when you're sick.

Will cry if you ever fight(which in turn causes you to start crying, and then you're both just bawling and apologizing, and yeah, just don't fight please?)

Doesn't sleep well without you.

(Which is a little funny, cause the first night that you stayed over, he was so nervous that he could barely sleep)

Has fallen asleep on video chat several times when he's away because he finds your voice comforting.

Overall, he's such a super sweet and supportive boyfriend, I just love him.

[ktwritesstuff]

Then Comes Marriage (a Last of Us fic)

Title: Then Comes Marriage Fandom: The Last of Us (no-pocalypse AU) Rating: PG Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x plus size!Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: The rough and ready followup to First Comes Love. Wedding day fluff.

A/N: Apologies for the lack of smuttiness, but I feel that wedding night sex is overrated. Un-beta'd, may God have mercy on my soul.

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In lieu of a bachelor party, Joel and Tommy chartered a fishing boat out of Galveston the week before the wedding.  You hadn’t vetoed strippers–it would hardly be fair after the Cirque du Soleil-level adult performer your sister had hired for the bachelorette weekend you spent with her in New York.  You suspected it was more for Sarah’s sake than yours, but Joel had politely insisted (to Tommy’s great disappointment) he was getting too old for that sort of thing.  

While the Miller boys spent some quality time on the Gulf, you and Sarah got to have your own girls’ weekend.  You went to the mall for mani-pedis and had lunch at the Chinese buffet.  In J.C. Penney, a saleswoman at the makeup counter helped you both pick out new lipstick and eye-shadow for the big day.  Just because it was a simple courthouse affair didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun with it.  After you took Sarah over to the jewelry counter as well.  

“Why don’t you pick something out?” you said.  “I want to get you something for being my bridesmaid.”  

Sarah looked over the display case and ran her fingers over a display of charm bracelets.  Her fingers paused on a gold bracelet bearing the word MOM.

“What should I call you,” she asked.  “After you and my dad get married?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” you said.  “I’d love it if you decide to call me mom one day, but I certainly don’t expect it.” 

Sarah shrugged.  “Do you think you’ll have kids of your own?” 

“We’ve talked about it,” you said.  “We’re going to try, but it doesn’t always work out.”  

Neither you nor Joel were exactly spring chickens and unless you wanted to be mistaken for grandparents in the kindergarten pickup line you’d have to get started.  The truth was you had already thrown protection to the wind the past few months, so far without success and you could already feel the anxiety mounting.  You told yourself that three was enough; three was a family, but there was still a powerful yearning inside you.  

Of course, Sarah didn’t need to hear about that.  You could sympathize with her reservations.  Not many of her friends or classmates had a thirteen year age gap with their siblings.  

“I know it’d probably be weird for you to have a baby brother or sister,” you admitted.  “But I hope you know no matter what, you’ll always be your daddy’s baby girl.”  

Sarah turned the bracelet over in her hands so the lettering formed a different word as she waved it in front of your face.

“Wow,” she teased.  “That was cheesy as hell.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, nudging her arm.

“No wonder you and my dad fell in love,” she said, rolling her eyes.

When the clerk came back around the counter, Sarah chose a teardrop shaped ruby on a gold chain that would compliment the dress that Joel had gotten her to wear for the ceremony.  

“I think you should have a baby,” Sarah said as you walked through the parking lot, content with your purchases.  “I charge $20 an hour for babysitting.”  

You laughed.  “You drive a hard bargain.”

“$15 once they’re out of diapers,” she added.

“Fair enough.”

You took Sarah home and stayed with her until Joel and Tommy got back, sun-kissed and still a little hungover.  You and Joel had agreed not to see each other again before the ceremony on Friday, which gave you some time to pack up your apartment and put the finishing touches on the flowers.  

Your sister flew in the day before to scout the best locations around the courthouse for family photos.  She did your hair and makeup in the morning and offered to drive you to the courthouse, but you didn’t quite trust her behind the wheel.

Once you made it through courthouse security you met Tommy in the lobby and he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Are we all checked in?” you asked.

“Yeah, they’ve got us in courtroom 6,” Tommy pointed down the hall.  “Supposed to be about a half hour.”

You realized you were shaking as you swapped out your flats for a more elegant pair of heels and Tommy reached out to steady you.  

“How you holding up, buddy?” 

“You know, I’m good,” you said.  “How is he?”

“The same,” Tommy said with a bright smile.  “I think he’s really keeping it together; only asked me about 50 times if I thought you were still coming.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you said, letting out a peal of nervous laughter. 

“I’m running down to the cafe to grab a coffee, do you want anything?”  

“Water,” you said, your stomach churning at the thought of fried food and burnt coffee.  “Maybe a ginger ale–with a straw–” Your sister would kill you if you ruined your lipstick before taking a single photo.

“You got it, Sis,” Tommy gave you a thumbs up.

“Emma’s got your boutonniere if you want to grab it on your way down,” you explained, pointing back to the metal detectors where your sister was still reinstalling her various piercings.

Once you were both sorted, you gathered the rest of the flowers and started down the hall.  Then you saw Joel.  He was pacing back and forth across the hall, but froze on the spot when he saw you.  

You always thought he was handsome (or at least, almost always) but seeing him all put together in a dark navy suit, with a vest no less!  It was surreal, for a moment you forgot this was the man you were supposed to be marrying in a little less than half an hour. 

“You look beautiful,” Joel said, leaning over to kiss you.

“Not on the mouth!” Emma screamed, still lagging a few steps behind you and Joel leapt back in alarm. 

“I did not bring enough makeup wipes to clean you both up,” she warned, combing her fingers through Joel’s hair unsolicited, arranging his curls more to her liking.  For his part, Joel was very patient with her or at least too nervous to protest.   

“You two shouldn’t be kissing before the ceremony anyway,” Sarah chimed in.

“You look beautiful, sweetie,” you said, beaming at Sarah.

Emma handed you Joel’s boutonniere and snapped a few pictures as you pinned it to his lapel–a red rosebud and yellow alyssum to match the sunflowers in your bouquet with a few sprigs of evergreen for balance.  

“You look very handsome,” you said, resting your hand on his chest.  

“I’m glad you’re here,” Joel said.

“Me, too,” you giggled. 

Joel rested his big hands on your bare arms and pressed his forehead toward yours.  You felt like a teenager with butterflies in your stomach and bubbles in your throat. 

“We got you something, too,” Joel said, taking a small box out of his jacket.  

Inside was a delicate gold necklace with “MOM” in cursive letters suspended between the two sides of the chain.  As simple as it was, it felt like a great honor as Joel reached to fasten it around your neck.  

“Dad, you put it on wrong,” Sarah protested, reaching for the charm nestled at the base of your throat and flipping it over  “It’s supposed to go like this.  Now you’re my Wow.”

You laughed, holding the charm between your fingers, contemplating your own special nickname. 

“I love it,” you said, pulling Sarah into a hug.  You heard the click of Emma’s camera as you embraced, but you ignored it.  “I love it so much.”  

Emma had the three of you pose for more photographs and then you took a seat on the wooden bench while she had Sarah and Joel stand together on their own.  

“For the bride,” Tommy said, trotting down the hallway with a can of soda in hand.  “With a straw.”  

“Now let’s get one of the boys,” Emma said, herding Tommy and Joel into the good lighting.

Sarah took a seat beside you as you sipped the ginger ale to try settle your stomach.

“How are your feet?” you asked, watching her point and flex her toes in her sweet little kitten heels.  “Mine are already killing me.  Try not to lock your knees–cuts off the circulation.”

Sarah shrugged, leaning against your shoulder.  You reached for her hand, looping your pinky finger around hers.  You never imagined as a child that your wedding day would come complete with a nearly grown up daughter, but now that it was here you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.          

“We’re ready for you,” a clerk announced, poking his head out the door.  

In the judge’s chamber you signed the marriage certificate and recited your vows with Tommy and Emma as witnesses.

“I’m told you’re exchanging rings,” the judge said. 

“Oh shit,” Tommy rifled through the inner pockets of his jacket while you laughed nervously.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel groaned as Tommy finally handed over the rings.

Joel went first, gripping your hand as if he still expected you to try to run as he repeated after the judge and slipped the ring on your finger.  Then it was your turn.

“Joel,” you said.  “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of Texas,” the judge declared finally.  “In the presence of God and the witness of friends and family, it is my great privilege to pronounce you husband and wife–”

Without hesitation, Joel took your face in both his hands and kissed you on the mouth.  You smiled against his lips as a wave of relief flooded your body.  A tornado hadn’t destroyed the courthouse, aliens hadn’t invaded, you had done it.  You were officially married.

Tommy had a friend from the service who had opened up a Salvadoran restaurant in San Antonio who had offered you the use of the back room to host a small reception with friends.  You ate pupusas and drank sangria and danced your first dance when “Love Me Tender” came on over the classic radio station playing from the bar.  

You were surprised to learn Joel was actually a quite willing dance partner, at least after a few beers.   His strong arms and firm hold on your waist made it easy to follow his lead despite how out of practice you were.

By the end of the day you were so tired (and at least a little tipsy) that you nearly got into a car with one of Tommy’s army buddies while Joel went to pull the truck around and gave everyone a good laugh.

“I’m going to stay with Uncle Tommy tonight,” Sarah said as you loaded up the car.

“Are you sure?” you asked as Emma made sure you were safely arranged in the passenger seat of the truck.  You worried about putting Sarah out of her home as your first act as her step-mother.  

“I’ve got her, don’t worry,” Tommy said, handing you a doggy-bag from the restaurant.  “This is from Dan and Gia.  Good night, guys.  Love you both.”

“I love you, too,” you crooned out the window as he closed the car door for you.  “I always wanted a baby brother named Tommy.”

The last of the guests waved sparklers as Joel pulled out of the parking lot.  You opened the bag on your lap and squealed with excitement at the sight of a large piece of tres leches cake.

“Oh my god, this was so good,” you moaned.  “I had two pieces!  I had seis leches.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Joel chuckled as you ripped open the little plastic package of flatware.  “I’m pretty sure that’s for the anniversary.”

“You think I’m going to let this cake get freezer-burn for a year?”  

You stabbed the cake with a fork, scooping the moist, creamy cake into your mouth.  And just to be fair, you held the next bite out to Joel as you were stopped at an intersection.  

“That’s good, right?” you said, wiping a bit of cream from his chin.  “You want more?”

“I’m stuffed,” Joel waved you off, pulling the car into the driveway.  “Home sweet home.”

Joel came around to open the car door and help you out of the truck.  On the porch you both paused, having a moment of internal debate.  Joel clearly thought he should carry you over the threshold, but you didn’t want him throwing out his back on your wedding night.  

“I can lift you,” he said.  “It’s bad luck, you know, for the bride to walk over the threshold.” 

“It’s bad luck for the bride to trip,” you said.  “Just don’t let me fall.”  

You reached for Joel’s hand, lacing your fingers through his.  

“I won’t.  I promise.”    

Inside the house you indulged in loud moans and sloppy love-drunk kisses on your way to the bedroom, but once your ass made contact with the bed you remembered all at once that you had been up since five in the morning being primped and poked and coiffed to perfection.

“I’m so tired,” you moaned.

“You don’t want to?” Joel paused, his hands knotted in your panties already half-way down your thighs.

“No,” you sighed.  “I want to, just don’t be offended if I nod off half-way through, okay?”

“You’re sure,” he said, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, just let me wash my face first." You reluctantly climbed out of the bed.  

Joel let his hands linger on your face, placing a kiss on your mouth.

“Unzip me?” you said, turning your back to him and sweeping your hair off your neck.

“Of course, Mrs. Miller.”

Joel slid your zipper down carefully, but as he moved his hands lower you ducked away from him, wagging a finger in his face.  You slipped out of your dress and went to the bathroom to scrub your face, putting on a satin night dress.  

Back in the bedroom Joel was stretched out on his stomach in bed, snoring softly, and you chuckled, slipping under the covers beside him. You snugged yourself against his solid warmth and ran one manicured nail down his nose as he slept.

“I love you, Mr. Miller.”  

[beanghostprincess]

Just imagine trans man sanji adoring and worshiping his beautiful trans girl usopp. Calling her usopp darling and giving her desserts and treats. Braiding her hair with flowers and vines. Every time she wears a new outfit he swoons.

During her transition he would compliment her. pointing out her soft shin, thicker hair and her fuller eyelashes. He would also admire other developing features (he tries to be subtle but he's terrible at it ) He becomes so infatuated with her that he ignores Nami and Robin.

Robin thinks it's sweet how he treats his girlfriend like a goddess but Nami is kinda pissed that she doesn't get desserts or fancy drinks from him anymore or at least she's not the first person to get it. He tries to go shopping with her and the girls. He carries her bags and offers to buy anything she wants. He low key be annoying the fuck out of Nami, she just wants one day with just the girls

Every time she compliments him sanji just falls in love again. After a mission or arc when they meet back up. Sanji will just run to her with open arms just missing her presence. He also starts fights with Zoro (he also be beating the shit out of Brooke when he questions her about her panties ) every time he looks or talks to usopp, God forbid he compliments her.

She also enjoys his company, tho sometimes he's a lot. She enjoys the down time. Her favorite thing to do is self care. cutting his hair, trimming his beard fixing his eyebrows. He loves giving her a facial and mani pedis. Both relaxing and gender affirming. She thinks it's funny how head over heels for her. She can't help but laugh every time he falls over himself running in for an embrace. She also kinda takes advantage of it as well. She bats an eyelash, twirls her dress and she has a new barrel of gunpowder and a new sun hat.

Okay, so this concept makes me go utterly insane. Thank you for the food, anon. I'm literally going wild right now. They're the cutest most beautiful and romantic thing I have ever witnessed.

When Usopp comes out to the crew, anxious they won't accept her, Sanji instantly relates to everything she says. Because of course, she explains how she feels first. Like she doesn't belong in her own body and how she wishes to be different- Not to be treated that differently. But just... Different. Like she's lying to herself and others. And it's the first time she doesn't want to live inside of a lie. So, yeah, she explains everything to them and Sanji already kind of knows where she's going with this because he relates to all of this. Of course, everyone accepts her right away and Nami and Robin are the happiest they've ever been to have one more girl in the crew (I think they already sort of knew? It's not hard to know when Usopp already spent all the time with them and always asked to be included in their typical ""girl"" things).

They are already dating when Usopp comes out, and... Well, you know how Sanji is with women. He goes kind of, sort of insane. This is actually hilarious because Usopp was highly worried (she has her valid reasons to be worried, tbh) Sanji wouldn't take it well. Even if he's trans too, his views on gender are a bit... Let's call it complex. But Sanji is just-- Lovestruck. It changes his life forever. He already treated Usopp like the most perfect person in the world but now she's his queen. His goddess. His princess. Sanji becomes even more of a malewife than he already is.

The hearts in his eyes? The heart-shaped smoke? His constant yelling of "Mellorine! Mellorine! Mellorine!"? He becomes even more annoying. And even if Usopp is calmer when it comes to these things, she's enjoying every second of it. The fact that he's treating her the same exact way he treats all women makes her gender euphoria go insane. This is the perfect way to validate her gender, tbh.

One Piece characters are actually so lucky to have Ivankov in their lives because they just need to make a lil call and they are there helping trans people out! So, yeah, they call Ivankov because it's the easiest way to transition. Quick path. Easy solution. Ivankov we love you. And I can only imagine the crew (Robin calls Sabo who calls Ivankov and for the sake of my ASL and revolutionary brain I need Sabo and Koala to come along too just to be with Luffy and Robin in the background) waiting outside in the deck while Ivankov and Usopp talk together inside the ship. Sanji is foaming at the mouth. He's running around the deck. Pacing back and forth. Probably having a heart attack from the anticipation. He's so not ready. And Chopper is already prepared to take care of him if he has a stroke.

Okay, so Usopp comes out of the room. And she's- Okay, she hasn't changed that much. Her body is a bit slimmer but she still has muscles, she doesn't have the biggest boobs (that would be super uncomfortable for her job as a sharpshooter, honestly) but she has, and Sanji notices (because we love him but we all know that's the first thing he would stare at. Don't lie. Don't say he wouldn't. He would). She has longer eyelashes, a more noticeable collarbone, softer hair... (Gotta mention that I highly think she would not want a bottom surgery because having a penis seems to be the easiest most effective way to live. No period and you can pee more easily. Like, be honest with me. Look me in the eyes and tell me Usopp wouldn't keep that out of efficiency). She's holding back her tears when she meets with everyone (Ivankov being the proudest queen in the world right now) and the crew doesn't wait a single second. They quickly approach her, look at her, and support her. She's crying and she's just- She's so happy. She feels complete. And Sanji stays behind for a few seconds because he needs a moment to take everything in. He literally can't believe that's his girlfriend. Usopp hasn't even changed much, tbh, she just... She looks happier. Like herself. Sanji is still trying to process everything when she approaches him, a bit shy but teasing him (knowing how he's feeling, kind of). She says something like "Do you like it? I didn't want Ivan to change my body much but-"

"I love you." He's so serious about this it's almost scary.

"Uh- Wha-"

"I love you. You have- You have no idea." And Sanji just decides to kiss her right there in front of everyone because, for him, Usopp is the only person right now in the world.

When they separate, Usopp smiles widely, and that is what makes Sanji have the worst nosebleed of his life. Thank God Chopper was prepared for this.

They were clingy before, alright. So now it's- It's unbearable to be around them. Everyone thinks they're cute but God, Zoro, and Nami can't fucking stand the sight of them. Not because they are not happy, it's just that they're so fucking loud and don't care who sees them being cheesy. Nami misses her girlfriend Vivi, c'mon, a bit of respect. And Zoro has Luffy and he's equally as clingy, ngl, he just hates Sanji being even more annoying now.

But they're the happiest they've ever been.

The worst time is when they have to go to sleep because Usopp wants to go with the girls because their room is, quite honestly, way better than the boys' room. It smells better. It's tidy. It's cute. It's calm. And Usopp sleeps so peacefully there... But Sanji keeps pulling her into hugs and kisses when she says she wants to go to sleep because he can't stand the thought of not sleeping with her anymore. And she also misses his presence at night, don't get her wrong! She loves cuddling with him! But sometimes her love for Sanji isn't as strong as her love for the lavender scent the girls' room has. But, yeah, saying goodbye before going to sleep feels like torture for both and they spend an hour kissing and being clingy with each other before going to sleep. If they do other NSFW stuff in a private room before that, I leave it to your imagination.

When Sanji wakes up earlier than the others, he makes breakfast for everyone but Usopp's plate is always treated with more love and way more heart-shaped fruits and ingredients. Sometimes they're decorated with flowers, too. Sanji even creates new dishes and calls them by Usopp's names. He even makes a cocktail called Sogequeen (Sogequeen sounds cool af, you can't deny that). They're the clingiest during the day. Sanji pulls her into kisses and hugs her every time he can no matter what she's doing. She does the same, always kissing his cheek when he brings food to her while she's working. Sanji literally yells how much he loves her from the other side of the ship when more than an hour passes by. He goes shopping with the girls only to carry her bags. He is literally lovestruck when he sees her fighting and whenever she's in danger he doesn't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who touches her.

Like, we all agree that if Sanji already goes insane when somebody hurts Usopp, them being established and also Usopp being a girl would make Sanji go fucking batshit, right? Like- If a villain hurts his girlfriend, they'll probably end up fucking dead. There's no way you can survive Sanji's attack after that. And after beating that person up he quickly goes to his girlfriend to check if she's okay. And the other way around, too! If Sanji has to fight against a girl and he can't hit her, Usopp is there for him to do it instead. And he hypes her up so much!! Like yeah!! That's my girlfriend right there!!!

Whenever a fight ends, Sanji quickly goes to Usopp to hug her. Every moment they are not together, Sanji dies a little. Dude is down bad.

Even Nami is jealous because she doesn't have the same treatment Usopp gets. She liked being the most spoiled one!! Usopp won't stop bragging about her privileges, though, always manipulating Sanji a lil bit to get more attention from him. And he loves it, honestly. Every time Usopp looks at him, he has a heart attack and thanks the gods for sending an angel like Usopp to him.

Then, Whole Cake Island happens. And Usopp isn't there because she refuses to go and see Sanji getting married to somebody else, so she asks Luffy to please bring him back to her. Zoro is a huge support for her when they're in Wano and Usopp has to wait for Sanji to come back to them, surprisingly enough. Zoro and Usopp being besties my beloved! Anyway, WCI happens. Sanji comes back to them. The first fucking thing Sanji does when they see each other is asking Usopp if she wants to marry him when they finish their fight against Kido. If they survive this, he's marrying her no matter what.

I didn't want to make this long but I'm obsessed with this concept, honestly. Sanji's love for women makes me ill (in a good way) and the way he loves his girlfriend Usopp and supports her makes me go insane too. God, they're so so so so sweet. Perfect for each other.

[nishayuro]

Obey me! How the characters spend their valentines with you

Part 1- Lucifer, Mammon. Leviathan

Part 2- Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Genre: Fluff

GN!MC

Warning: Suggestive in Asmo’s part, Slight spoilers in Belphie's part

Satan:

He brings you to a bookstore or a library and you both browse for books that interest the both of you.

Does a little game where you give each other a word and find a book containing that word.

Cuddled up sitting on his bed in your pyjamas, sipping your drink of choice with him reading to you in his calming voice.

After purchasing books, he brings you to a pet cafe to play with the dogs and cats there!

While there, he gives you his gift which is a plushie of you and him with cat ears (Catan and CatMC)

After the cafe, you both went back to the House of Lamentation and went into his room where he read you one of the books you bought together.

When he feels your soft breathing and sees you asleep, a smile appears on his face and lays you both down. But not without a kiss on the forehead and a goodnight.

“Look at that cute kitten!” you squealed, picking it up and showing Satan. “Wait… stay like that…” he said, opening his phone and snapping a photo. “This is my new wallpaper,” he said with a smile. “Not fair! I want a photo of you as my new wallpaper too!” you protested, giving him the kitten and snapping a photo. “This is soo cute!!” you exclaimed.

“Ohh, look at that dog over there, c’mere~” you called the big dog over and started petting it. “What should we order, MC?” Satan asked, taking a look at the menu as a waiter approached. “Hmm, a strawberry and cream milkshake and a shawarma bowl” you said, still petting the dog. “I’ll have an iced latte with a slice of apple pie” Satan ordered. “Ohh, should we get pet treats?” you asked. “Sure, We’ll also take some pet treats,” he added. “Oh, I have a gift for you, MC” He reached into his bag and pulled out two plushies, one of you and one of him, both with cat ears. “Oh my Diavolo! They’re soo cute!” you excitedly said, reaching over to see. “I hope you like them, MC” he smiled, “I love them!! Thank you!!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “Anything for you, my love” he replied, returning the hug with a kiss.

Asmodeus

Wakes you up with kisses

Tells you to get ready for the day because you’re gonna be enjoying the whole day.

As soon as you left the house, you went around the district to do clothes shopping! You picked each other’s outfits and even bought couple outfits together.

you both head towards one of the most elegant spas in devildom. He said he has had this reserved for a good 3 months now because they’re always full!

He got a couple’s spa package complete with a sauna, massages, facials, mani pedis, and even champagne and food!

After the whole spa session, you both go home and put on a fashion show to showcase the new outfits you bought as well as a photoshoot for devilgram.

He gives you your gift, which is a customised skin and hair care package!

When going to bed, you’re both in your pyjamas and cuddling.

Maybe it got a little intimate, who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Oh honey, you look fabulous! I knew that outfit would suit you well!” Asmo exclaimed, looking at you as you twirled around for him. “Take a photo, it’ll last longer” you teased, striking a pose. “Good idea! Stay like that!” he said, opening his DDD to take photos. “Oh you just look gorgeous, darling~” he said, hugging you. “Let’s put on the matching outfits!” you suggested, he agreed and you both dressed up. “Don’t we look adorable!!” he squealed, pulling you to the mirror with him. “Smile!” he said, doing a mirror selfie. You look at him with a smile and kiss his cheek as the button is pressed. “Hehehe, you can see your shock in the photo” you teased, looking at the picture, his blush getting darker and eyes a bit wider in the photo. “Oh MC, I love you soo much!!” he declared and peppered your face with kisses as you giggled.

Beelzebub

Beel woke you up with breakfast in bed!

He has a whole breakfast spread complete with your choice of morning drink and pastries and bacon and eggs (or any breakfast food you like if u don’t eat those)

Gym date! Even if you’re not a gym person, you can just be there with Beel and oogle at him.

He even asked for you to get on his back for push ups

After that, you both go back home for a quick shower and outfit change.

He also gives you your gift, which is a snack basket filled with your favourite snacks and chocolates!

He brings you to an all you can eat buffet.

You feed each other food!

Like, you give him a taste of some of yours and he gives you a taste of some of his so if you like what you taste you can grab some (He grabs anything anyways)

After the Buffet, you both walk around the district and have some cutesy conversations.

When you get home, you both go and watch movies and cuddle up to each other. When you fall asleep, he carries you back into his bed and hugs you with a kiss.

“Here MC, have some Deep-Fried Devil Zebra” Beel says in between chews as he scoops food on his spoon and feeds you. “Mhmm, this tastes good! I might grab a plate later. Do you want some Flaming Hot Fafnir Stew?” you offer, holding your spoon up for him. He nods and eats it. “Mhmm, delicious” He answers with a smile. “I’ll grab some buffo egg donuts, do you want some? You asked, standing up. “Yes pls” he nods.

You go and grab some donuts and some other things that caught your attention. You sat back down and took a bite from your donut. "Mc, you have some cream on your lips, let me get it for you" Beel said, motioning for you to come closer. You did as you were told and was met with Beel's lips on yours, cleaning up the cream. "Mhmm, tastes good, especially from your lips" He said with a smile as you are now fully red in the face.

Belphegor

Sleeps in with you until probably 1pm.

Goes out with you for lunch at Hell's Kitchen and a short walk around the district.

When you both get home, he gives you his present for you, a customised pillow enchanted to catch bad dreams.

When the night comes, you both go to the planetarium and set up a pillow fort to gaze up at the stars.

As you both lay down, you decide to make playlists for each other.

You both fall asleep cuddled up in each other's arms as the night passes. But not without the soft murmurs of love that you gave each other.

"Andd there's the last blanket!" You exclaimed, letting go of the blanket above the fort. "come in here, mccc" Belphie whined, already tucked into the fort. You scoot in and took your place next to him under the covers. "hmmm, this is relaxing" you let out a contented sigh, looking up at the stars. Belphie starts talking to you about the different stars, pointing out which each one is and the story behind it. As calm music is played in the background, you fall into a comforting atmosphere. "And that one is the-" "Belphie" You said, cutting him off. "Yeah?" he questioned. "It's funny how even I should be mad at you and all for what happened before, instead I fell in love with you." You confessed, hiding yourself in his chest. "I deeply regret what I did to you that day. But I promise you that I will protect you with my whole being. Thank you for giving me a chance to love you" Belphie responded, hugging you close and gave you a peck on the head.

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[alexissara]

Trans People Deserve More Then Just Acceptance From Their Parents.

The bar is on the fucking floor for cis people. so many trans people think that having a parent be abusive to them, telling them to be in the closet for X family members sake is "getting lucky" because most the time they are tolerated. The amount of trans people I know who simply accepted actively transphobic abuse or were just forced to live with it because their living situation that had to take years to have their parents become decent is ridiculous. That is where the bar is at so we often say "we're one of the lucky ones" if we're at that level or just slightly better.

We deserve much better than that though. The reality is that many of us have dealt with years of abuse unknown or known with casual and uncasual ways to suppress our gender. From things like passive aggressive remarks to actual physical abuse, it runs the gambit the way parents try to control their children in general. For trans kids this often has a special manifestation in the ways they try to police gender.

I wanna talk about my situation to talk about what I think more parents need to do. On my bad end there is my mom we never had a great relationship but it was one despite my moms flaws I tried to recover. When I came out as trans though I had to go no contact which sucks because I totally lost contract with my much younger sister.

My dad on the other hand was weird about me coming out at first but he accepted it. What happened next is what I think other parents should have to do to hit the bar of being a good parent. Mind you this is an ex military man and a Latino dad. He did research on his own, met other parents of trans kids, he took the time to learn. Then he apologized to me without me prompting it, without me having to bring things up, for the times he insulted me for gender deviance and the times he sat me down about being a real man. He took me to get a Mani Pedi and sat with me and talked with me and actually listened to me.

What my dad did, that should be the bar. He wasn't always the best parent, I loved him always but he at times even got physical, in the way that's excepted by most Latnix households but shit that is none the less traumatizing. Verbally I'd get scared of him some times, he yelled a lot, he had anger issues. The man worked on himself when there was less kids living in his nest though, he got on anger meds, went to therapy, did what he needed to do to become a better man overall. He's not perfect but he is my dad, I love the guy and I actually could forgive him for everything, start healing from all the stuff that he did to me in a major way thanks to him taking the steps to actually make up for shit.

It shouldn't be enough for my mom to call me one day, say "your my daughter and I love you as my daughter", like that isn't enough. It isn't enough to say sorry, it isn't enough to buy me a dress, what I want is the root issues to be fixed and an actual apology process. That is what we all deserve even if our parents were mostly good, we deserve them putting their fucking all into supporting trans people. They could be advocating for trans people to their peers, they should be working on making a better world for their kids. Parents should be able to say they were wrong, that they made mistakes and that they are going to do better.

I think that is the bar for us to have a relationship with our parents, if we can otherwise get away with it I think if they can't reach that bar, they don't deserve you in their lives.

If you like this queer theory stuff from me, giving me cash on Patreon or Ko-fi let's me know, I should probably share more thoughts, but you could also give me money and request I shut up, I'll take that.

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic) Chapter 71, Version 2: Found Wanting

You thought it wasn’t so bad. Everyone complimented you on it, or looked at you smiling and complimenting you on your gloves. You even brushed up on your glove etiquette. You felt like you’d passed, until you read this:

HENRY’S OLD NEW LOVE

First, a quote from a previous interview:

While Cavill's tastes lean towards younger ladies now, he admits that he dated a 32-year-old woman when he was 19—and he still isn't quite sure what to do with his heart (or, uh, his bald eagle). He told Playboy, "It's tough for anyone to be in a relationship with someone like me. It's a tough lifestyle. If I want someone who's a professional, they've got their own s*** going on. So unless I meet someone who's very, very young who hasn't yet started trying a career like that, you can then go, 'Okay, I'm going to travel with you and do some stuff, maybe I'll write or whatever; I'll entertain myself or build my own kind of travelling career.' I'm looking for someone who's my own age and will have a career. If they haven't, then maybe I should be worried. It's easier said than done."

We hope he finally finds her.

Now, he is dating a slightly older American woman of color who writes. She is of middle middle class, living somewhere in Brixton (it’s on the upswing these days, but Brixton?). And instead of checking what is fashionable, goes out on a limb with this attire. Some say it’s old, some say it’s classic, others say it’s basic, but honestly, we honestly are not sure.

He seems perfectly happy, but we’ve seen that before, too.

Thumbs up or Thumbs down?

Is this a case of potential hypergamy (marrying up) or hypogamy (marrying down)?

Love to hear your comments!

And did they comment.

You try to steer your eyes from the comments. Some described you as a witch who put a spell on him in a play for his money. Some said you were playing into his mama’s boy complex, some said it’s because he’s been “going young so long he’s going the other way now,” and so on. Only a few said that you are both grown and it’s no one’s business. That was me years ago. As far as the dress goes, everything worn is from the past, they make a few changes-sometimes none-and it’s new.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chiru says in video call with Sophie to you. “The press is trying to find a way to spin it and make it interesting, and God knows there are a lot of jealous female fans.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sophie nods. “Bound to happen.”

“I wanted to go shopping today,” you confide. “Henry starts his press junket in a couple of days, but—”

“But, what?”

“He’s not talking about it as much as he did before,” you tell them. “He talked about how the experiences in a junket for single production could be a book in itself-it’s something he didn’t think he could describe…you know, the people, the places, the food?”

“He was either hyping it up for you to experience, or rubbing it in.” Sophie says slowly.

“I’m going with option one, which has me wondering why the change?”

You can barely talk. “Yeah.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Sophie’s expression is one of sadness. “Girls day?”

“I don’t know—”

“Ah, come on,” Chiru encourages. “mani-pedis on me?”

“Tea on me?” Sophie adds.

“And how about a nice ride?” you add with a sigh, beginning to smile.

“Yes!” Chiru and Sophie grin back at you on the screen.

“Okay, I’m in,” you shrug simply. What they describe doing is away from the public for the most part, and you’ll be home before most get off work. You know at some point you will have to do whatever whenever despite whoever, but not right now. Besides, I had something to share with them…

You decide to meet at dawn at Trent Park around dawn, and you are ready to see Luc. It always seems too long, or maybe it is that when you see him, you feel free. He loves you, misses you, accepts you in a way that you wish others would. It’s like he knows.

You are relieved that Finn opened the store early so you could pick up your brand new winter jacket. You did not want to ride with anything else. You shop early, thanks to him, and you get a discount because of your work with Luc, buy a few resale things. You set it aside and slip on the new jacket, sighing, and then make your way to Luc.

“Good morning, John,” you say.

He turns and brightens when he sees it’s you. “Hey! Long time no—”

“I know, it’s been a couple of weeks,” you say apologetically. “How is he—” You are interrupted by a very demanding whinney and snort. “Oh.”

John nods and rolls his eyes. He hands you carrots. “There ya go.”

“Thanks.” You got to the stall and see him. He stamps his hoof, and you cringe. “Luc?”

He snorts and turns away slightly.

“Hey, baby,” you coo to him, raising your hands in submission. “I just got back, honest. Family stuff. Been so busy. I’m sorry, okay?” You offer the carrot, and he takes it. You nuzzle him, and you feel tears come to your eyes.  You have truly missed him, especially now. “You know, I think I might start coming up here and sit in the café more. It seems so quiet here—”

“Hey, girl!”

“Well, usually,” I joke in a whisper. “Hey, Chiru. Where’s—”

“Whoo! Got here.” Sophie exhales, looking like she’s been running.

“Yeah, I got here, early.” You smile broadly.

“I could have picked you up, you know,” Chiru frowns. “You’re on the way. When are you going to get a car?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s a big undertaking, Chiru. The note, the repairs, the insurance, the fuel…it’s easier to…” You slip Luc his last carrot. “feed a horse.”

“You might have a point,” Sophie smiles and shrugs. “At least the horse loves you back. Hi, Luc.”

“Don’t interrupt the man,” Chiru jokes. “he’s eating.”

Luc glances up and keeps chewing.

You look out over the fields, and breathe in fresh air.

You all saddle up and ride out in the crisp morning air. You’re feeling free at the moment, not a care in the world. “Follow me!” You kick into a gallop. You hear Sophie squeal and Chiru laugh behind you, and you smile. You can trust them, you can.

You deviate from the path.

“Hey!” Chiru calls ahead.

“Oh, my God, we’re going?” Sophie says excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to go!”

“Where?” Chiru’s voice tinges with worry. “Where?!”

“Oh, my God,” Sophie’s eyes are wide with awe. “Camelot.”

“Camelot?” Chiru repeats. “The Camelot?”

“According to maps and legend, yes,” you nod. “Come on, we’ve got to clean up.”

Sophie looks around. “Dear God, yes.”

“Please, Chiru?” you beg, feeling tears come to your eyes.

She looks about. “I’m in, mera mitra.”

“Tie the horses here,” you tell them. You take a sack out and give them gloves and sticks. “Let’s clean the castle!”

At first, you are all in awe. You swear you can hear voices and music, but your imagination always seems to run wild in this place. It is so quiet, and then you start to talk, and then laugh. You feel like you’re being watched, but you feel like you’re being watched over than anything. You pick up all the trash, but leave all tributes and trinkets behind. Then you do the island itself, the place where Camelot may have stood and you always get a little lightheaded when you cross. You’d never tell the others that; they’d think you’re crazy.

“Thank you,” you whisper and hug them when you’re done. When you step back you see tears in their eyes.

“So, what, we’re the new round table?” Chiru asks with a mischievous grin.

“More like a troublesome trio,” Sophie says sarcastically, but giggles. “That would make you Arthur!”

“HA!” you laugh out loud. “As if!”

“Are we coming back?” Sophie asks.

“I don’t see why not,” you shrug. Chiru and Sophie cross the moat and you follow, looking back and around. You whisper, “Thanks for having us,” and as you leave, you feel a breeze at your back and leaves rustling…leaves that are no longer on trees…

By the time you return, you have elevensies at the café, and decide to get swabbed for your DNA reading for the Christmas party and then go shopping together for your dresses, Christmas and New Year’s.

You are trying to have fun, remain calm, but you’re freaking out. Chiru and Sophia sense your tension and try to make it fun, but you just need…something…

You are at Harrod’s shopping, and for some reason, Chiru and Sophia don’t want to leave. It’s so public, and some people have started to recognize you. You don’t want to bow your head like you’re ashamed; you’ve done nothing wrong. You tilt your chin up and try not to notice, and you hate that reaction because you might seem aloof or stuck up, when you’re just treading the crowd and trying to keep focused on your tasks.

“Hey!”

You recognize the voice and see Stella. You run to her like one swims to a life jacket and hug her tightly. “Stella.”

“Hey, I thought I’d join you guys for tea,” Stella smiles.

“I thought you were too busy—”

“I thought I was, too, but—” She nods toward Chiru and Sophia. “They called and asked me to take an afternoon.”

You turn to look at them thankfully. Ah, true friends. What a luxury! You smile with tears in your eyes. “I’ve a lot to do.”

“We’ll get it done, and we’ll have tea,” Stella nods with grin as she locks elbows with you. “It’s time we all become friends.”

You all group hug, and you shakily exhale.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Chiru says softly.

“We’ve got you,” Sophia smiles and gives a squeeze.

“The Formidable Four,” Chiru raises her chin. “Femme Four Fatale?”

“What?” Stella quirks an eyebrow.

“We’ll explain over tea,” Sophia grins. “Oh, this is going to be a fun season!”

“Unforgettable, at least!” you laugh.

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 6

Hey look! I finally got to the yoga part of the arc named "I don't think this is a legit yoga pose" after like... tens of thousands of words...

Anyways, I decided to keep this as the same chapter, it'll just end up being super long. Also, the next week or two of updates will be shorter, because I have yoga regrets. So. Much. Research. And trying to make sure I'm describing movements in a sensical way ._.

It has been a time.

I did my best with describing the poses and using the proper terms, but I'm not promising I didn't mess anything up!

Enjoy!

Previously

~

“Have you done yoga before?” his dom asked, somehow managing to grab them both mats without releasing his hand.

“Huh?” wwx asked, watching that huge hand manhandle the mats. “What? Oh, uh… a bit? I had a friend who was into it when we were teens?” nhs had been ridiculously into it, actually. Still was, as far as wwx knew. He wouldn’t be surprised if the little pimp was able to do all the fancy moves… positions? He felt like there was an actual word for them? What was it…

lwj’s hand tightened around his for a moment, drawing wwx’s eyes to their clasped hands. His were tiny, compared to his dom's. Cute and petite. They would be almost girly, if he took care of them. He didn’t. Even just a few days after his mani-pedi they were already in need of some love. Broken nails and cuticles he’d ripped off. Calluses and a weird dry spot on the top of one. He supposed that taking care of his hands was technically part of his job now. lwj obviously wouldn’t want to be groped by someone who didn’t have baby soft skin everywhere! He had the money now, so maybe he should make himself an appointment?

“So, I guess I have a little experience? I might fall over, though, just so you know.” He smiled down at his dom as the man arranged their mats. “But, I mean, if you do this often, I’m gonna suck in comparison… What were you doing, before I arrived, I mean?”

“I have a standard morning routine.”

“Oh?” wwx had never had a routine. They gave him hives—not that Wen Qing believed him when he said so. More, he just got itchy inside? Which was totally hives adjacent, if you asked him. It was like all the monotony of the routine was rotting his insides. He had a bit of a schedule now, with his kid, but he was always throwing in whatever spontaneity he could. Even then, his schedule wasn’t his, it was A-Yuan’s, and that alone was enough to calm his twitchy brain down. To make it chill and enjoy the randomness of the things he could control.

lwj hummed, listing off his routine. Get up. Weigh himself. Get dressed. Drink some sort of fancy, healthy green juice. Go for a short run. Exercise his brain—that one wwx was interested in, and the first few minutes of their exercise comprised of lwj listing off the puzzles he played every morning as they relaxed into the mat and opened up their chest… or had the other man said back? Hips? wwx had already lost track.

“I eat breakfast after that. Sometimes, I plan my day, other times I go straight into exercise. The exercise varies day to day. Today, I was doing calisthenics.”

“So—” wwx broke off in a groan as his Cat-Cowed himself, back rounding and arching as he moved. Fucking hell did that feel good. He didn’t stretch nearly enough, man. “So, in other words, I’ve completely messed up your schedule, Mr. Lan?”

The man hummed as he pushed himself gracefully up, motioning for wwx to stay down. “It is fine,” he said as he leaned over his body, positioning his arms and legs, his hands and feet, into a slightly different configuration. “Flatten your hands. Balance your weight equally between your limbs.”

“Alright,” wwx squeaked as he tried to flatten out his palms, tried to ignore lwj’s weight hovering over him. They wanted to resist, his fingers slowly dragging upwards before he had to remind them to stay on the fucking mat.

[zorilleerrant]

Sorry to keep flooding your ask box but the coffee headcanon refuses to leave me. I haven't tried very hard either but that's neither here nor there.

I'm also now imagining Alfred and Luke getting together for coffee/tea meetings as a way of enjoying a drink with a fellow connoisseur. Please share with me your headcanon about Kate or Barbara and coffee?

(Luke has similar opinions on coffee to his dad but, notably, Not the exact same ones. in ways that sometimes distress Lucius. but that is also a long post.)

okay but see now you said it and now I'm thinking of Kate and Babs getting together for coffee and it's super cute and sweet. I think they hang out all the time anyway, especially with the Batfam being kind of a boys' club even when they try not to be pushy about it. so getting coffee together? yes absolutely.

Babs I think doesn't really care about coffee. like she needs the caffeine don't get me wrong, but it all just tastes like coffee to her? the first time she heard someone talk about flavors in the coffee she assumed they meant vanilla and hazelnut, not... just coffee. it all tastes exactly the same! so she trusts the opinions of her friends, which is to say, since she doesn't care, she's happy to let them care for her. it feels nice to get presents, and they like it when she says she likes the coffee. which she does! just not more than any other coffee she's ever tasted. (as long as it's not gritty)

so she gets a lot of coffee explanations and samplers from Alysia, who genuinely adores coffee, but mostly in the sense of what can she mix it into. she's made her own coffee ice cream, candies, cakes and cookies, and even tie-dyed shirts. she likes a lot of mixed drinks, but not complicated ones, like mochas, which she does by dropping a shot of espresso into extremely rich hot chocolate. so Babs ends up with most of her coffee knowledge applied through that lens, altho she picks up words from Luke and Dick sometimes.

Babs really enjoys it when someone brings her coffee. not only does she forget about it and let it get cold a lot, but also the number of buttons to press and things to move around feels a lot like programming, so it keeps nagging at her what she should be doing as Oracle. and she really loves having a chat over coffee, when she can get past that part. sipping a nice drink - any drink, coffee's just the most socially probably - with friends is relaxing and comforting. and she really needs the caffeine.

Kate is the opposite. she really really hates the taste of coffee. oh, she'll drink it, she's had to drink worse and she's over it, she can choke it down when she needs to. she prefers cheaply roasted stuff because it seems like a waste to be careful about it when she hates the flavor anyway, so she'll often drink the burned batches. they all taste burned to her anyway. but she hates the taste of energy drinks even more, and more than one bottle of soda starts to make her feel sick from the pure sugar and carbonation.

which is not to say she hates sugar. actually, she really loves the super sugary froufrou drinks she has to constantly post on social media to maintain her airheaded socialite persona. often sipping at them and winking. it's just that the leftover military bravado makes her feel really self-conscious when she thinks about that. she knows it's ridiculous! she has no problems being openly queer, and she even talks openly with her family about liking jewelry and dresses. she takes the girls out bonding with mani-pedis! she's not embarrassed to like girly things! except she is, this time.

so she tells the Bats she just does it for the ruse, like Bruce, but she doesn't hate them as much as he does, so she's happier going out on coffee dates and things like that. sometimes, on dates, she'll play up the butch angle, because the ladies like it, or at least a lot of the ones who stroke her arms and pet her short hair, and she'll just drink a plain espresso shot and pretend she loves it. but if they blush and admit they want a fancy drink, she'll get one too, not just to make them feel better, but admitting she likes them best. at home, she always has sweet drinks. her partners and sisters see her drink them, but she tries to hide them from her dad.

but the beauty of Babs letting other people pick her drinks and Kate have A Look she's going for (Babs helpfully photographs her while blowing at her hair to make it sway) means they can always get the special, which is a fun bonding element they don't realize is Their Thing until they've been doing it for most of a year. their favorite coffee shop notices, tho, and gives them free specials to celebrate on their anniversary. (they have to explain they're not dating.) so they start doing it sometimes when they go out for dinner together, too, even with the rest of the family, even without coffee.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

A Swanky Marvel Christmas Party

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Thor x Reader, Carol Danvers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Stark throwing his money around, mention of deceased parents, HEAVILY IMPLIED Smut (nothing graphic), So Much PDA, reader feeling insecure, drinking alcohol, pining, bisexual crush/pining, hint of a same sex relationship, accidental violence, mention of blood and menstrual products

Word Count: 1604

Summary: Some Headcanons about some Marvel characters and how they would interact with the Reader at a fancy Stark Tower Christmas Eve Party!

A/N: My last Fluffcember post! It’s been a fun month and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it. This will not be the last writing challenge I take on and post on here. I hope you all had a gentle holiday and that the new year treats you kindly! Enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Tony Stark

Is the one throwing the fancy party, duh

Spared no expense to make sure you looked your best

Including a trip to the day spa so you could relax before the party

You’ve never been this pampered in your life - facial, massage, mani/pedi, seaweed wrap, the works

You ask if this was your Christmas present, but Tony insists that it isn’t

When he unzips a garment bag from Dior and you see the gown he got you, you ask if that is your gift

“Nope.”

He 100% pulls a ‘Pretty Woman’ with the velvet necklace box, which makes you laugh

When you two enter the party it’s like royalty entering a ball

You two dance for a song or two, Tony twirling you around the floor with expert ease

Then you make the rounds, saying hi to the other Avengers and all the other partygoers

Tony knows you find this stuff draining, so he makes sure your glass is never empty, swapping out the alcohol with water every couple drinks

You make your escape to the buffet as soon as it is set up

The food is delicious, but you expected nothing less

Tony finds you at a semi-secluded table nibbling on a kebab

“Present time,” he says, sliding a small velvet box across the table toward you

Inside are a pair of simple diamond earrings

You look up at Tony, shocked

Not because you don’t like them — you do, they’re perfectly understated — but coming from someone as larger-than-life as Tony Stark seems…strange

As if reading your mind, he clears his throat and points at them

“These were my mother’s. And I want you to have them.”

Your jaw hit the floor and tears welled in your eyes

Losing his parents was something he still struggled with all these years later, and here he was giving you something so sentimentally valuable to him 

The tears fell and you hugged him tightly

The second you let him go, you switched out the earrings you were wearing for the ones he just gave you

“How do they look?”

He brushes a lock of your hair out of the way, eyes alight with warmth and love

“Beautiful.”

Steve Rogers

He looks…incredibly good in a suit and tie

You two barely make it to the party because you can’t keep your hands to yourself

And it goes both ways - his jaw actually dropped when you entered the room and showed him the dress you’d picked for Stark’s Swanky Christmas Party 

Seriously, it’s a miracle you got out of the apartment on time

Steve is no more than ten feet away from you all night

Whenever he’s in arm’s length, he’s touching you

Arm around your waist or slung over your shoulders, fingers playing with the loose tendrils of your hair, lips brushing against your cheek

He’s never been big on PDA, but tonight he can’t seem to help himself

Even Tony makes a comment about it, at which point Steve whisks you over to the dance floor

He whispers shockingly dirty things into your ear while you two dance 

“Captain! There are people here!” you fake a scandalized tone

He smirks wickedly, “When has that ever stopped us?”

You playfully slap his broad chest

He laughs and pulls you closer, pressing every curve of you against his body as you swayed to the music

You leave the party early

Your dress doesn’t survive the elevator ride back to Steve’s apartment

Bucky Barnes

Getting him to a party was like pulling teeth from a feral cat

But eventually he agreed to make an appearance

Together, you decided to only stay for one drink and making the rounds

Then that’s it

Back to your apartment to watch Christmas movies and have hot cocoa

Away from the crowd and the noise and the potential triggers

So you two get to the party early, when the crowd is still pretty thin

Steve is there, which helps

Tony isn’t there, which also helps

You say hi to people, wishing them all Happy Holidays as you make your way to the bar

Bucky doesn’t leave your side, a hand on the small of your back or clasped in yours the whole time

After an hour or so he squeezes your hand three times, the signal you’d agreed would mean he’s ready to go

You say your goodbyes and head back to your apartment

You’re back in your comfy clothes and snuggling on the couch less than fifteen minutes later

Bucky falls asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers stroking his hair

Thor

He loves a Stark Party!

And he’s bringing a special flask of his God-proof liquor, specially spiced for the holidays

You invited Val to join the two of you 

But as King of New Asgard, she has duties to attend to during their Yule celebration

Thor is devastatingly handsome, and he knows it

You certainly know it

Not for the first time, you wonder what he sees in plain-old you

Especially at a Fancy Party like this one

The insecurity follows you like a little stormcloud all night

So you’re more quiet and reserved than usual

You stick along the walls, sipping whiskey straight

Thor offered to share his flask with you but you are not prepared for that level of hangover on the biggest holiday of the year

Especially since you’re heading back to New Asgard after the party

Thor notices you standing off to the side and the slight frown on your face

He decides he needs to turn that frown into a smile

(The flask is mostly gone at this point)

He picks you up and fireman carries you out of the room, back down to his apartment

You admit your insecurities when he asks what’s wrong

Thor spends the rest of the night bringing you pleasure and showing you exactly how much he loves you

Carol Danvers

You have no idea if Carol is going to show up

She’s been off-world for a long time and you miss her

The crush you’ve developed on her is only intensified by the distance

Thanks to Stark, though, you two are able to text each other

You sit at the bar at the Fancy Party, checking your phone every few minutes and nursing a drink

You’ve gotten no indication that she’s on her way or even coming at all

Steve comes over and asks you to dance, but you decline

He gives you a knowing look as you check your phone again

He knows a little bit about pining for someone far away, so you’ve confided in him about your situation numerous times about your crush and what, if anything, was to be done about it

You’ve decided that tonight, if she doesn’t show up it’s not meant to be

And you’ll move on

Or at least try to

But the hour grows late as you make the rounds, ending up on a couch chatting with Clint and Natasha

You’re about to call it and head back up to your apartment

Just then, a blinding flash of light enters the room from the balcony

Carol approaches you, helmet letting her hair fall around her face in a halo

You can’t breathe

She’s coming over to you, a smile on her gorgeous face

Her suit looks out of place amongst all the formal wear, but she’s still radiant

“Am I too late?” she asks when she gets to you

You can’t stop smiling

“Not at all.” 

Sam Wilson

Sam asks you to dance and you agree, downing the rest of your drink

The song is upbeat and you’re a few drinks in, so your movements are loose

You don’t realize how loose until your pumping fist collides with Sam’s nose

A crunch, a yell, and you immediately apologize

“I. Am. So. Sorry.”

Sam holds the bridge of his nose to stem the bleeding, “It’s okay, really. I should’ve seen it coming.”

“Let’s get you some ice.” 

You lead him by the hand off the dance floor and over to the bar

The bartender gives you an ice pack from the first aid kit, but that does nothing to stop the blood flow

“Oh! I’ve got it!” you exclaim

From your clutch you extract two tampons, unpackaging them and sticking them into Sam’s nostrils before he knows what’s happening

He can’t even see them under the ice pack, but the strings tickle his chin

“Did…did you just put tampons up my nose?” 

“Yep.”

“Ouch, first you punch me on the dance floor then you stick tampons in my face? Merry Christmas to me!”

“I told you I was sorry! And would you rather bleed all over your suit?”

He relents and you get him a drink

A while later you two are still sitting at the bar, talking about everything and nothing while the party goes on around you

And then he puts his hand over yours while he laughs at a joke you just made

Electricity shoots up your arm, and you realize

Oh no

You’ve got a crush on Sam

Who you just punched in the face on accident

Who has never seen you as more than a friend

You shove the feelings down, hoping it was just the alcohol and the excitement of the party getting to you

So when he leans in to kiss you good night and you turn your head when he was clearly heading for your cheek, not your lips, you know it’s not a fluke of a feeling

Your lips meet and he’s surprised

But then he’s kissing you back