#big hunky monster men need love too

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Hey, um, I'm the anon that went on a long rant about Xyleth not getting the love he deserved (compared to our twink supreme Kirtch) and I just really want to thank you for answering my ask.

It made me so happy to see your response, and I'm sorry I never thanked you properly. I just think you are a cool guy, who writes really fucked up horror stories that I love and do a little dance to every time I see them. It makes me happy that you have such talent and chose to share it with us

Oh my fucking god, people on this site really trying to make cry at work lmao ❤️💀

There's no need to thank me! I'm just really, really happy that people send me anons at all ❤️ like, it's kinda unbelievable, so, thank you!

[thera-daydreams]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʟᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

warning:

will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows + movies (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned.

other stuff to look out for? this is a part-crackfic slash reader-insert story, so you'll be breaking reality (plus some hunky hearts, mehehehe) with your chaos magic while being a shop-owning badass grandma. i'm telling ya'll, it's just absolute craziness here and the author being sleep-deprived. (シ_ _)シ

what's even better? #girlbosses nobara and maki call you a milf (cutiepatootie yuuji calls you mom, though). if you don't like that and the webtoony title, just scroll away. („• ֊ •„)

oh! before i forget, i was also inspired by the amazing @elysianslove and one of her wonderful works about a haikyuu x scarletwitch!reader. mwah, go and check it out! ヾ(*'▽'*)

[✔ - Rewritten and edited after the events of Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness]

00. how it all began ✔

01. nanami kento: the workaholic who needs a year-long vacation from everything and a limitless—pun intended—white-haired headache ✔

02. gojo satoru: the overpowered manchild who loves to annoy everybody and splurge his excessive wealth on sugar instead of being an actual sugar daddy ✔

03. fushiguro toji: the ex-assassin who wears his shirts two sizes too small while being an expert at not paying child support ✔

04. ryomen sukuna: the sadistic maniac who's just too bored with his life so he waits to pick a fight as he sits on his throne made out of the skulls of his enemies ✔

05. geto suguru: the traitor who calls people monkeys but later on gets his body hijacked by a literal mastermind creature ✔

06. kamo choso: the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound ✔

07. witchcraft & other shenanigans ✔

08. spellbound ✔

09. grief ✔

10. fantasy ✔

11. cursed ✔

12. destiny ✔

13. madness ✔

...?

(still a work in progress; chapters will be updated with links throughout the next few months)

Bonus Scenes:

Visitors

The Return to KFC

synopsis:

When you moved into this new universe, no one warned you that you would become the mother figure to several traumatized kids while at the same time juggling six adult men who had their own personal issues (one was a blunt workaholic with a peculiar fashion taste in neckties, the second was a narcissistic overgrown kid with too much power, the third was a supposed-to-be-dead deadbeat dad slash hitman, the fourth was a sadistic tattooed psychopath with a secret chocolate addiction, the fifth was an ex-mass murderer who had his body stolen by a brain, and the last one just wanted his brothers together, poor thing).

You were just a retired witch owning a small shop, wanting to live the rest of your miserable life in peace. They called themselves jujutsu sorcerers, and apparently this new universe you'd chosen to settle down in had nasty monsters—curses, they said—that were born out of people's shitty emotions.

Who knew that being an old lady was hard these days? Now you understood what Dr. Strange felt when you and Loki accidentally unleashed the Multiverse of Madness. Maybe you did need to see Bucky's therapist.

taglist: to be added! (just comment below or message me if you'd like to be included)

[warlordgab]

Analysis: NaLu Vs. Shipping?

As explained in another post, more often than not, what several shippers tend to offer contradicts established characterization and completely disregard consistent bonding.

While some often find logical or obvious regarding the connection between Natsu and Lucy as a potent relationship, other people might have their doubts because the typical shipping mindset sometimes overshadows the impact of NaLu moments and their solid chemistry. How can this happen if NaLu is a logical/evident conclusion?

Short answer: Shipping Hype

Many stories feature a wide variety of characters, some of them are cool, others are stylish, and some of them have some sort of appeal meant to charm some specific demography. That results on fans of such characters overhyping any scene that features them. This hype can often overshadow NaLu or move shippers to either water down scenes between Natsu and Lucy or degrade their emotional connection.

For example, when Lucy got to see and missed the chance to go to the Hanami festival, Natsu not only felt down while the guild enjoyed their party...

...he took action and uprooted a rainbow sakura tree just for Lucy to see. A great and sweet gesture that touched Lucy.

At the end of the GMG arc, we saw how the remarkable emotional attachment she feels for Natsu gets to transcend time and space...

...as we get a closure for both the story arc and her future self

But moments like these are often rivaled by shippers overhyping Lucy getting a pat on the head, having a stylish guy trying to flirt with her, or being the subject of a glorified Freudian slip. Often marrying Lucy to those cool, hunky, or stylish characters

So, let us ask: does Lucy's character demand such hype?

While she's aware of her "sex appeal", she easily gets flustered or even embarrassed, which is why her friends consider funny to playfully tease her from time to time. Still, Lucy doesn't actively seek to become more "intimate" with the men several girls (and some guys) usually drool for.

Instead, what do we get from her?

We have a mix of both subtle and meaningful behaviors along an earnest disposition coming from both sides in a ton of both minor and major interactions

In tumblr, you'll find some users tagging NaLu posts with the words Lucy uttered when they got into trouble and Natsu asked her to flee. She refused to leave Natsu, and while she risked her life, she stated: "it's more fun when we're together"

Some shallow shippers tend to use this tag too, even though they don't think about how meaningful those words were. Even if Lucy made that statement under some pressure, what she said is another proof of how she feels when she's with Natsu. When Lucy is with Natsu, she feels things are more lively, intense, and stimulating.

That fits in how Lucy's feelings for Natsu progressively grew while her relationship with other better-looking characters didn't get that much attention in the story.

One remarkable example comes from a moment when the author pandered shippers: Both Natsu and Gray catching Lucy as she fell. But the guy who was on Lucy's mind as she was drifting off was Natsu

Even the scene featuring Lucy saying Natsu's name was in full color. He is the person she thinks of the most 

Another example comes from the narration from the time Fairy Tail was temporarily disbanded. Out of all her guildmates, who was who Lucy wanted to see the most?

The answer remains consistent: Natsu

Who does she seek for emotional support?

Who does she a solid chemistry with? I don't think I need to repeat how Natsu and Lucy affect each other

While shippers love to overhype several scenes or manga panels, Lucy herself doesn't hype those moments or the characters involved in them. In fact, if we are to talk about in-universe hype, Lucy was quick to defend Natsu's character from Dimaria's comments on him being a "monster", to the point she even got teased on how obvious her feelings for Natsu truly are.

So, in order for another premise to rival NaLu, you might need to overhype minor interactions, degrade NaLu consistent bonding, or both at the same time. No wonder why several shippers twist and corrupt NaLu to present their premises as something plausible. What Natsu and Lucy have is way too big and meaningful to leave untouched.

In conclusion, shipping hype shouldn't rival the appeal NaLu has as a potent pairing. A relationship that's not just based on something as shallow as hotness/sexiness, but instead it runs on the emotional impact of a long chain of significant moments and a chemistry compelling enough to draw people in. Their potential "steaminess" is merely a sweet (or spicy) bonus.

[rfsak2]

Cactus, Part IX

Hope you like this one guys! Enjoy! Drop me a line!

Cactus, Part IX Summary: Personal. Harry/Jamie Warnings: None!

Jamie smiled at the receptionist and placed her sunglasses on her head. “Hey, I’ve got a meeting with the rep.”

“Name?”

“Jamie Schwartz.”

The girl’s eyes widened and she gaped for a short second. “You’re dating Harry Styles.”

Jamie nodded. “That’s me.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“Julie! Send Ms. Schwartz through please.”

The girl jumped and shot a look behind her at the glowering French man in the door. She nodded and swallowed dryly. “Mr. Rousseau will see you now.”

“Thanks, girl.” Jamie chuckled to herself and approached the man with a smile. “Bonjour, Pierre.”

Pierre smiled and clasped her hand in both of his. “Bonjour, ma cheri. I’ve heard you have an interesting proposition for me.”

Jamie nodded and preceded him into his office. “I’m looking to procure a one-of-a-kind guitar case.”

“For Harry.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I personally have one of the Saint Laurent guitar cases for my own acoustic and Harry is very fond of it-”

“But?”

She smiled. “I want something special for his birthday. Maybe even a set? He has an acoustic and a hollow-body I’d like to get cases for at least and maybe even one for his electric.”

“Okay.” The man smiled. “Can you get me dimensions?”

“I have them.” She handed over a sheet of paper with diagrams and dimensions. “Feel free to call if you need anything else.”

Pierre nodded. “I think we can do that. What are you thinking as far as materials?”

“I’m thinking leather outer and suiting silk on the inside.”

“Do all three have to be the same?”

She shook her head. “No, not necessarily.”

“What if each was based off men’s clothing?” Pierre grabbed a sketch pad. “For instance, with the electric, maybe a leather jacket? So black leather with a contrasting lining of silk and heavy silver hardware, maybe even with an asymmetrical zip?”

She nodded, leaning forward. “Yes, that’s sick.”

He grinned. “For the acoustic, maybe grey wool, with a different silk lining with big, black buttons. And lastly, for the hollow-body, maybe heavy black on black jacquard with matte black detailing so it looks like a smoking jacket and of course, yet more silk inside.”

She smiled. “This is fantastic. Yes to all of this!”

“Good.” He stood, buttoning his coat. “Do you have time to go over fabrics?”

“Absolutely.”

**

“Baby? You home?” She cast a look around and smiled, still concealing one giant box behind her, just in case. “Baby?”

Nodding, she held the door open and smiled. “Okay, we’re clear. He’s supposed to be in meetings, but I thought I’d check.”

Dante carried the other two boxes in and paused. “Where are they goin’?”

“That’s the question… I’m trying to figure out where is best.”

“Where do you normally hide presents?”

She smiled. “In his office normally, but I don’t think there’s enough room.” She sighed. “Can’t hide them in my closet, he’ll go look for something legitimate and find them.”

“Under the bed in the room I’m usin’?” Dante shrugged. “He won’t go lookin’ in there ‘til I leave, right?”

She nodded. “That’ll work. Let’s do that! You’re brilliant, brother dearest!”

They carried them up the stairs and laid them on the bed. Jamie dropped to the floor to make sure there was nothing already under the bed. When she stood, Dante had the box holding the bag for the acoustic guitar open on the bed. “This is gorgeous, Jamie.”

She nodded. “I’m especially proud of them.”

The front door opened and closed and they both froze.

“Monster! I’m home!”

She motioned for Dante to slide the boxes under his bed and popped her head out of the door. “Up here, Baby. Dante’s tryin’ to figure out what to wear tomorrow!”

She ran for Dante’s bag and pulled out a couple outfit options, laying them on the bed just Harry came stomping up the stairs. She met Harry at the door and kissed him chastely. “How were the meetings, Haz?”

He shrugged. “They went fine. Same old, same old.” He reached out to hug Dante. “What did you two do, today?”

Dante grinned. “She shopped, I carried her bags.”

Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, dropping a kiss on her head. “Where’d yeh go?”

She shrugged. “Alice + Olivia, YSL, Coach, Louboutin… the usuals. I also had to make some last minute checks on tomorrow’s birthday extravaganza!”

“Yeh didn’t have te do all that, love.” 

“Of course I did! After all the stunts you pulled for my birthday, despite it being a tour date, I wasn’t ever not going to attempt to blow that out of the water.” She kissed his chin. “I will win.”

Harry shook his head at her. “Well then.” He grinned. “Also you may like to know that you are apparently cheating on me with Dante.” He put a hand dramatically to his chest. “And the day before my birthday no less!”

She grimaced. “No…”

Harry nodded. “Yes. And I quote, ‘Jamie Schwartz seen out in LA with hunky, black man. Is she over Hazza? On to the next?’”

Dante, who’d been dying laughing, threw an arm over her shoulder. “Oh the many perils of adopted siblings.”

**

She waited until everyone was pleasantly buzzed and the first set of songs had been played before she nodded to Dante.

She kissed Harry on the cheek. When he turned toward her, pausing his conversation with Niall on his other side, she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Be right back.”

He nodded, kissing her softly. “This is perfect, love. Thank you.”

She squeezed his thigh. “Perfect so far. Not done yet.”

She scooted out behind Dante. She made for the front of the room by the stage and nabbed a mic from the singer. She whistled into mic and waved. “Can I grab y’all a moment?” When they had turned to her she smiled.

From the back, a voice, that sounded suspiciously like Liam and came from where Harry and the boys sat, called out. “Stand on the stage, yer too bloody short!”

She laughed and let the singer help up onto the stage. “Better?”

“Yes.” That was definitely Louis. She waved at the boys and blew Harry a kiss.

“Anyways… we have a bit of housekeeping to take care of, if you’ll permit me a moment?” The crowd cheered and she smiled, pulled a small table over to her. “First, I’d like to welcome my brother Dante up here. He’s helping me carry somethin’.” Dante carried the three large boxes, now elaborately wrapped, and set them on the table.

“Thanks, hermanito. Round of applause for my brother dearest. He’s ace at carrying stuff.” She clapped. “Baby, you wanna come up here for me?” Harry smiled and scooted out of the booth. He stepped up onto the stage with no assistance and leaned over to kiss her, mouth tasting like the whiskey he’d been sipping.

“Show-off.” She grinned and pulled him over to the table. “Before I let him open these boxes, we’re gonna sing Happy Birthday.”

He kept his eyes on her throughout the song, eyes soft, and she blushed. He grinned and mouthed, ‘I love you’.

When the song ended, she leaned against him, up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Now! Presents!”

He tore into the first box and stopped dead, when he got the lid off. She held the mic out to him to catch his muttered, “holy fuckin’ shit,” as he lifted the first case out of the box. The crowd aww’d and she smiled.

“It’s for your electric, look at the lining.”

He fingered the canary yellow lining before running his fingers over the YSL logo and his name embroidered into the lining.

“Jesus, woman, it’s perfect.” He seemed to remember the other boxes and gaped at her while the crowd laughed. “You didn’t.”

She nodded and held her hand out for the case. “I did.”

“Jamie… love.” He made for the next box as she set the leather case back in its box for safe transport.

He gasped and she turned to him as he lifted the next case, the one for his acoustic, done in heavy dark-grey wool. He lifted it out almost reverently, before suddenly gathering her against him. He kissed her fiercely and the crowd cheered.

He opened the case and ran his fingers over the deep green silk. “Jesus, love. These are beautiful.”

She held her hand out. “One more left, gorgeous.”

He shook his head at her and passed her the case. She stowed this one and stood, smiling as he opened the last box. “Yeh are an amazing woman.” He lifted out the last case and ran his fingers over the jacquard and the red lining. “Yer insane, but bloody amazing.” He kissed her again. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She lifted the mic to her mouth. “They were made to reference men’s jackets.” She grinned at the crowd. “So we have a leather jacket, a wool coat and a smoking jacket.”

He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Do yeh think they’ll make me a suit in that jacquard?”

She nodded and the crowd laughed. “I’m sure they would.”

He kissed her again. “Thank you again.”

“Anytime, baby.” She turned back to the crowd. “Thanks for comin’ out and helpin’ me show this fantastic man how loved he truly is.”

She smiled up at him, wrapping her spare arm around his waist. “I can honestly say that I’ve ever been in a relationship that felt more real, more solid than the one I have the honor of sharing with Haz. In him, I have a true partner, someone who gets me, who puts time and effort into being an amazing boyfriend, who truly wanted to get to know my family and who honestly loves without reservation. I’ve never felt more loved, more supported, more cherished than I do when I come home and he’s waiting for me to start the night’s romcom or when he drags his drunk ass over to me to philosophize about the nature of humanity and what real love means.” The crowd laughed and Harry blushed, smiling widely.

“I love everything about him and hope he knows it. I hope that he knows that it was easy to fall in love with him and that he’s made it easy to stay in love with him. I hope he knows that I appreciate how genuinely good his heart is and how overwhelmingly positive his effect on this world has been. I hope he knows how proud of him I am.” She paused to wipe at her eyes and giggled when he was doing the same. “And I hope that he’s seen how much I love him, experienced it, because if he has, then he’s seen just a fraction of what he’s given me. Love ya, Baby.”

He framed her face in his big hands and she let the mic fall to her side as he kissed her. “I love yeh, Dolores James Schwartz.”

He kissed her one last time.

She turned back to the crowd. “So last thing before the party starts back up: drinks are still free and there is, in fact, cake, so make sure you grab a piece. Thanks for comin’ guys!!”

**

“Jamie!” The pap jogged to get into her line of sight and she ignored him, headphones in her ear and pushed her sunglasses up her nose. “Jamie!”

She kept walking, eyes down on her phone as she blasted One Direction and texted Harry.

Pap is following me. Meet me outside the restaurant?

“Jamie, can you answer my questions?”

Will do. You okay, love?

“Jamie, are you and Harry going to get married?”

Yeah, I’m fine. He hasn’t said anything rude yet.

“Jamie, are you sure he’s not cheating on you?

Nevermind. There it is.

“Jamie!”

She sighed and turned up her phone.

“Jamie!”

There was a little crowd of them now and she started walking faster, the restaurant in sight. Seconds later, Harry popped his head out of the restaurant, security following him out. He saw her and Brandon rushed out, wrapped an arm around her and led her to the front door.

Harry offered her his hand and she climbed the stairs to the front door of the restaurant. Harry held his hands up and moved so he was in front of her, taller, broader body hiding hers from view. “Not tonight, guys. If that’s okay? I just want te have a nice dinner out with my girl.”

The original pap pushed to the front. “How about you answer some of my questions?”

Harry glared. “We don’t have to do anything. Leave us alone.”

“What are you hiding for? If this is real then why hide?”

“Who’s hiding? We’re out havin’ dinner. Not exactly hiding.”

“You afraid of what she might say, Hazza? Think she might embarrass you?”

“Of course, not.”

“Then answer some questions.”

Jamie took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Y’know what? What are your questions? Shoot.”

“Monster-” Harry grabbed her elbow gently. “Yeh don’t have te.”

She smiled up at him. “It’ll be fine. What are your questions?”

He grinned. “How long have you been dating?”

“Pero recuerda: el que la hace, la paga.”

Everyone stared like she’d grown an extra head, including Harry. The pap frowned. “What?”

“Cría cuervos y te sacarán los ojos.”

“Honestly lady, what the fuck?”

Brandon took a step forward. “Look, don’t speak to her that way, please.”

“Mi color favorito es verde pero esmeralda.” She made a face. “No verde como la hierba.”

“You know I can just get someone to translate all of this, right?”

She shrugged and caught Harry’s smirk out of the corner of her eye. “Cuando traduzcas esto, será demasiado tarde para que descubras que no significa nada.”

Harry snickered. “Did you have more questions?”

The pap nodded. “Sure I do. Doesn’t help me much if it’s in Spanish.”

“Nunca dijiste que tenía que responder en inglés.”

Harry clapped his hands together. “Well that’s it for tonight, I think! Have a good one.” He wrapped an arm around her and led her into the building. “You are so brilliant.”

Brandon chuckled into his fist. “What did you say to him?”

She shrugged. “I gave him some proverbial advice, told him my favorite color. Nothing of any use.”

Harry kissed her forehead. “Damn shame it probably won’t work twice.”

“Nope.. now that they know, they’ll send the ones that speak Spanish.”

Media troll Jamie Schwartz is at it again. When heading to dinner with boyfriend Harry Styles, Schwartz was followed by paparazzi. Styles joined her at the door to the restaurant and requested that the paparazzi leave them alone. One pap got a bit shirty with the musicians and Schwartz decided to speak only in Spanish. Who knew our girl was bilingual? 

She’s reported to have said to the man ‘pero recuerda: el que la hace, la paga,’ which loosely translated means ‘but remember: he who does it, pays for it’ and ‘cría cuervos y te sacarán los ojos’ or ‘if you raise crows, they will peck out your eyes.’ She also told the man her favorite color and cheekily said that ‘by the time you translate this, it will be too late to find out that it means nothing’. Kudos to Jamie for creative misuse of the paparazzi.

Part VIII Up Next: Part X