#i have outfit envy for everything she wears in this

[patdevilles]

Essie Davis as Wendy Davis in River Street (1996)

[dewdropdinosaur]

Only For You

ALASTOR X READER Summary: You are beautiful there is no doubt about that. But Alastor would prefer that you kept that beauty only for him Warnings: NONE. Just sassy narrator as always(I will applaud anyone who figures out who the snarky narrator is of my stories) This was a request for the lovely @anon-of-the-void. Enjoy darling! REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN. See pinned post for rules.

In the heart of Hell, where the shadows danced to the tunes of torment, there resided a figure unlike any other – Alastor, the Radio Demon. He ruled over the airwaves of the infernal realm with his charismatic voice and sinister charm, a being of darkness wrapped in the allure of the old radio era. Having a penchant for old-fashioned charm and a twisted sense of humor, he found himself entangled in an unexpected romance with a fellow sinner….you.  There was a peculiar softness within Alastor, a hidden warmth that few dared to perceive save yourself. It was in the tender glances he shared with his beloved, the unspoken acts of service he provided and yes…even his certain shall we say—possessive nature. 

You were Alastor's almost in every way opposite. Which made it hard for many of the Hotel’s residents to understand how you even got together in the first place or even got along(That dear reader is a story for another time)

You exude confidence and have no qualms about your appearance. Proud of your demonic allure, you revel in showcasing curves and radiant skin. Yet, all of this sexual tension that is exuded was for none other than the Radio Demon himself, and for your own sense of amusement of course. Flaunting oneself for all of Hell only to be uninterested and leaving both men and women alike all hot and bothered was particularly entertaining one could speculate. 

Alastor, however, was not as open-hearted about such boldness from you. His possessive nature stirred within him, a jealousy that simmered beneath his charismatic facade. Oh how the screams of many who had dared look at his darling for a second too long made a horrific melody over his radio tower…You had long since tried to stop him for it was pretty much a futile effort at this point. Despite being the only one privy to what lied beneath your revealing clothing, the red demon still felt the swells of envy within him. He craved attention and that your beautiful soul only be turned in his direction and for him only. When you in the nude simply invited Alastor in the bathroom while showering for a chat. Poker was a common pastime while doing your makeup, to which he would often let you win, or listening to LPs while you both danced around half dressed. 

One fateful evening, as the shadows draped the corridors of Hell, Alastor and you found yourselves amidst a gathering of the Hotel residents and staff. Your laughter rang through the air, form draped in silken garments that accentuated every curve, every line of demonic beauty.  Wearing an outfit that highlighted everything, your fiery eyes sparkled with mischief. Alastor couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and possessiveness, his snarky smile masking the growing jealousy within him. He watched from afar, his ruby eyes ablaze with a mixture of desire and resentment. As the eyes of Hell lingered upon you(mainly Angel and Sir Pentious, the latter unable to help himself, poor gentleman), a surge of possessiveness consumed him. With a snarl disguised as a smirk, he approached your side, wrapping his coat around your shoulders; his voice dripping with honeyed venom.

“Here my dear, you must be cold.” Leaning down to whisper in your ear, he spoke so only she could hear “Darling, must you parade around like a succubus on display?" Alastor quipped, trying to hide his true feelings behind his charismatic persona.

You chuckled, a demonic laugh echoing through the chaotic streets. "Oh, Alastor, dear, why hide what I have? It's a crime to keep such beauty under wraps." Turning to face him, laughter dancing in your eyes. “Must you always be so possessive?” You teased with a voice so close to a melody that stirred the depths of his being.

Alastor's snarky smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of insecurity. "I just prefer to keep you all to myself, my dear. No need to share your radiance with the whole underworld."

However, not one to be controlled and quite liking to rile up your partner, you sauntered away from Alastor. With a mischievous glint, after taking off his coat and handing it back to him, you teasingly exposed more of your demonic allure. The other demons ogled in admiration(except Husk who knew better than to get between his so-called boss and his partner….also a story for another time), and Alastor's jealousy reached its peak.

Alastor's smile faltered, his grip reaching out towards your form and  tightening around your waist. "In a realm where darkness reigns supreme, one must guard what is precious," he replied, his words dripping with thinly-veiled jealousy. Little green lights flickered around the hotel as the shadows smirked and moaned, yet you stood there unafraid. 

Determined to claim your attention for himself, Alastor conjured a stylish black coat from thin air and draped it over your bare shoulders. "There, my love, let's keep a bit of your mystery, shall we?"

Laughing heartily and not bothered by the sudden cover-up, you relented. "If it makes you happy, Alastor, I'll indulge your possessiveness." Walking your fingers up Alastor’s chest to adjust and fix his bow tie, you flashed a soft and genuine smile up at your partner. 

"My dear Radio Demon," you whispered, breath warm against his ear, "there is no need for jealousy. My heart belongs to you and you alone."

With those words, Alastor's doubts faded into the abyss, replaced by the warmth of the embrace. In the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos and the shadows, love had found its way into the hearts of demons, a flickering flame in the darkness that refused to be extinguished.

“And besides my love, you know I never much cared for that kind of attention from anyone but you anyway.” 

As you and Alastor  continued your stroll through the Hotel while mingling with guests, Alastor clung to your side; content that he had, at least momentarily, subdued his jealousy. Little did he realize that love in Hell was as unpredictable as the flames that flickered throughout the underworld, and the dynamic between the snarky Radio Demon and his confident partner would continue to evolve in the fiery depths of their unconventional romance.

[yourstardarling]

Beauty Is Intimidating

I was thinking about this earlier, that beauty creates a lot of mixed reactions in people. There is no one way to define beauty and what is deemed beautiful is personal interpretation. What I have noticed though is that oftentimes people who look good can easily intimidate other people. Their beauty creates a barrier that makes it hard sometimes for them to be approached. Like in popular Highschool movies for example, beautiful people are often seen as untouchable. They hold a lot more power than others and only other beautiful people can easily be around them.

The reason I brought this up is because it made me wonder about the nature of beauty. What better planet to look at than beauty herself, Venus. Venus the planet of love, femininity and beauty rules over the way we view attraction in our lives. However, the nature of Venus is to face scrutiny and conflict for her beauty. Her signs are opposing forces that don’t like Venuses beauty.

Taurus & Scorpio: This first axis shows the point that beauty will often cause intimidation. People who are beautiful have a way of bringing up the shadows of other people. They are ideally secure within themselves and their appearance. This in turn creates an effect where they’ll face scrutiny for others insecurities. “I wish I had hair like hers” “Why aren’t my arms as muscular as his” This demonstrates how beauty, will bring about underlying feelings of others to light. It can garner jealousy and envy for your appearance. So the intimidation itself does not come from the attractive person, but from the insecurities others may have inside. It’s a feeling of unworthiness to even talk to someone they believe looks better than them. Oftentimes people make the assumption that a beautiful person won’t like to talk to them. Sometimes if these feelings are not evaluated, it can cause deep emotional resentment towards good looking people.

Libra & Aries: This next axis shows us how beauty can often cause conflictions within other people. Beautiful people are susceptible to face hatred for their appearance. A lot of aggression can be thrown towards them just for the fact they look good. With the Aries influence on Libra, people will want to physically fight them. Some have faced bullying and harassment growing up which motivated them to improve their appearance. At the same time beautiful people can easily get other people to fight for them. Like Helen of Troy, a whole war was waged in her name because she was considered the most beautiful women in her time. So beauty here becomes a form of protection, which intimidates others from messing with you. However, the air sign nature of Libra shows how conflict will instead arise in the form of gossip. A lot of rumors can be made about them, which are usually lower Aries quality traits, such as being a b*tch, explosive, mean and narcissistic. For example, my friend has been told multiple times that other people thought she looked mean so they did not approach her. When in reality, she's a goofball and is far from being mean. Beauty here creates intimidation, by people either wanting to fight you or stay away in fear of being attacked by you.

Pisces & Virgo: This axis is between Venus’s exaltation and fall placements. In Pisces, Venus love knows no bounds, they are able to find beauty in everything and everyone. Virgo though reminds us of what beauty means in our society. It signifies facing constant scrutiny. Instead of being loved for their whole being, beautiful people will often face a lot criticism on their looks. They will get shamed for any slight changes in their appearance such as their weight, face and complexion. Criticism on why they are wearing this outfit, why does their hair look like this and a need to bring them down for not being perfect. Pisces reminds us that this is a reflection of what you find imperfect within yourself. The beautiful person is just mirroring the insecurities in other people. That is why you can find something within them to always critique because it’s the criticism you have about yourself. The exaltation of Pisces teaches us to let go of trying to pay attention to every little detail about other’s appearance. Instead it's about appreciating the whole, which includes the fact that they are a regular person. There is so much more to them than just their physical looks. A reminder that before making all these assumptions about them, it is important to get to know who they are behind the mask.

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This is just my theory and observation on beauty. So next time people think you’re unapproachable and scary, just know it’s probably because you’re so sexy 😏. Lmfao, hope yall enjoyed.

- Your Star Darling

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Clumsy Me

“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You’re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”

“Well what do you think? You hate it right? Wait you like it? I guess it is kind of nice, it makes my figure kind of pop doesn’t it? I never thought I’d have the body to pull off anything like this. Can’t believe I’m the same size as you step mom too. Could never wear some of the things she has in there though. All that luxurious fur, expensive jewelry, and those plunging necklines, I could never! Oh whoops I’m so clumsy today, I’ve gone and spilled the second drink you got me on my top. I’ll just sneak back into your step mom’s closet and find something to wear.”

“There we go, now I’m all dry and warm, despite this new top not covering my navel. When I put it on I realized that something was missing and somehow I knew this belt would tie everything together. I feel so stylish, like one of those bougy bitches at school. Do you think if I wore this to school tomorrow they would notice? I promise I’ll bring it all back after school tomorrow. Thanks!”

“I know I know I said I would bring the clothes back and I have but I just had to borrow some others. My outfit was a big hit with Cassandra and all her friends, they said I showed real promise! Can you believe that? Only last week they were picking on me. But if I show up tomorrow wearing my usual drab unfashionable outfits they’ll start bullying me again. Plus don’t I look kind of hot in this new combo? I’ve never worn such high boots before or such a short skirt. It’s hard to explain but the clothes just kind of call to me and each piece I choose just makes sense. I never had an eye for fashion before but these clothes are bringing the inner designer out in me and I can’t deny the results!”

“Hey there handsome, I need to get a new outfit for tomorrow. The girls were in awe yet again. They were right too, I do look better without my glasses. My head is swimming with ideas of what to wear, it was all I could think of last night. What do you mean no? Greg you don’t understand, I need to keep up appearances otherwise I’m toast! Plus your stepmom isn’t around anymore! Still no huh? Well that’s a shame, because you know what else I was thinking last night? I was thinking how if I have to come over everyday to change then you and I should have some fun too. Don’t be coy, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me. Look how about you see the lingerie I borrowed, see wouldn’t you like to see me in more?”

“How did I get in here? I made a copy of your key, duh! If I’m going to be your girlfriend I need to be able to get inside your house when you’re not here. Aren’t you glad I did, like look at this new outfit I put together, all the girls are going to be green with envy when they see me. One of them was telling me that Cassandra was starting to feel threatened by my style, that she thinks I’m going to take over the clique! Can you believe that? Me?! It is kind of hot to think of though, me taking over a group of girls who used to bully me and taking down the head bitch herself. Mmmm it’s got me kind of wet, how about you be a good boyfriend and get our knees for me. There’s a reason why I’m wearing a skirt after all.”

“You’re breaking up with me? Why? I have not become a bully! Cassandra was the biggest bitch in our school, I just took her down several pegs. In front of the whole school. While she cried. Sure I made all her old friends block her on socials and refuse to talk to her ever again but she deserved it and now that all her friends are mine now I can run the school how it should be. If that means some of life’s losers get bullied then so be it, they don’t deserve my pity or yours. Come on baby I’m offering you the chance to become king, don’t let your morals get in the way of having me as your queen. Fine if that’s how you feel then fuck you loser, you small dicked prick. I only was with you to get access to you stepmom’s clothes, but I don’t need them or you! So long dork!”

“Oh it’s you creep. Surprised to see me in your house? Well I had every intention of never seeing you again but I was wrong about what I said last week. What? About you? Don’t be stupid, I meant about the clothes. I do NEED them! I bought some hawt clothes of my own but it just wasn’t the same. They weren’t expensive and slutty enough. I was feeling my confidence and power draining over the past few days but now that I’m back in Madison’s clothes I’m feeling more me again. Her bitchy perfume still lingers in their fabric and it’s makes me feel so bad! Your dad let me in and said I should just take whatever I wanted. He was just so accommodating after I put on Madison’s tightest clothes and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He said I should come back everyday and I fully intend on doing so.”

“Mmm your father was right, blonde does make me look older, more mature, more sexy. Wasn’t Madison a blonde? Why am I even asking you, it will only distract you from cooking. To think a few months ago I was giving you the best handjobs of your life so I could have access to Madison’s clothes and now I’m your dad’s fiancée and all the clothes are mine! You could have had me you know? You could have had this perfect ass but you were worried I had become a bully or some nonsense. Your father loves what a bitch I am and encourages me to be a mean spoilt brat by letting me buy whatever I want. Having access to his money allowed me to buy the clothes I deserved! That’s why I love him unconditionally. It certainly helps he’s so well hung, something you never inherited. Speaking of which I think I just heard him come in, I think he and I can slip in a quickie while you cook. Stay if you want to watch perv.”

“Don’t look at me worm, just keep scrubbing the floors. Your father and I want this place spotless when we return from our honeymoon but before we leave I just wanted to tell you a secret. I’m pregnant. I have no doubt it will be a girl and I’m going to raise her to be the biggest, meanest slut there even has been. She’ll have everything her cruel heart desires and I’m going to spoil her rotten. She’ll have my fashion sense of course and your father’s ruthless business acumen. What do you think of Maddy for her name, short for Madison? She’ll be such a wicked princess, and you? Well you’ll be here cleaning the floors everyday for the rest of your life. On that note… oooops I’ve spilled my drink all over your clean floor. I guess I’m just so clumsy.”

[gatitties]

Can you do a strawhats with a hyper feminine crewmate and take ur time i love ir writings

─Strawhats x reader

─Summary: You stand out for your features and actions, being hyperfeminine.

─Warnings: none

─ You are the envy of every person who wants to look feminine and you are not even trying.

─ Nami adores you, she asks you about your skin routine and about all the care you do to have your skin so soft, your hair so silky… she needs to know your secret to looking so attractive!

─ Honestly, the most likely thing is that Nami, Robin and Sanji are the only ones who notice your very feminine features and charms, the rest of the crew does not usually pay so much attention to how a person looks or at least they do not give it as much importance.

─ Brook may occasionally ask you something about how to keep your hair as beautiful, fluffy, straight, braided… it doesn't matter how you style it, how you have it, even if it's wigs you wear, they need certain maintenance to make you look beautiful.

─ Perhaps Chopper and Usopp pay more attention to your melodious voice that also stands out instead of the physicality, being a caress to their ears, your tone makes them calm down a little when they are being threatened.

─ Zoro doesn't usually notice people to that level, however, your fighting style is completely something he will notice, although your combat technique can be improved, the movements are done with such grace and elegance that he can stay for hours staring at you.

─ Luffy sometimes compares you to a doll, your skin seems to have no imperfections, at least not to him, you wear pretty clothes that highlight your figure, although that doesn't interest him too much, Luffy just needs you to smell good, and he loves that shampoo you use!

─ Don't let him find it, he will try to eat it.

─ Jinbe thinks that it's admirable to survive having so much elegance with a crew like this, the easiest comparison is at luch time, on one side his captain eating with his hands (if he could he would eat with his feet too) like an animal and on the other hand on the other side you, gently chewing your food cut into small pieces.

─ Franky is fascinated by your figure, without a doubt he is not a stylist, but if he can he will go shopping with you just because he enjoys seeing how the different outfits look on you, although in his eyes everything will look good on you no matter what.

─ They don't really give it that much importance, but each one appreciates every little aspect of your feminine traits in their own way,but no matter how you look or act, if you are part of the crew they will always adore you.

[lordseekerlucius]

Izzy walked right up into Therinfal wearing an outfit that gave everyone conflicted feelings. She had on fishnet stockings and tight jean booty shorts with the words 'Envy me' bedazzled across the ass. There was a cutoff mesh sleeveless shirt under her crop top that nearly showed everything off. Armored boots clanked against the stone and her fingerless leather gloves with the spiked studs caught in the light. Heading up to his office she kicked open the door and walked in; not caring who he was meeting with. "Miss me?" (@izzyfromdeadspace )

His eyes widened as he nearly fell out of his chair from shock as the door was knocked open. His eyes narrowed flashing bright green for a moment. "How many times have I told you not to do that?" He groaned.

[luveline]

Hi! Could you please write a daddy-daughter day with Roan and Eddie? Like Eddie and Roan listening to Eddie's music, going to Wayne's, and just doing cute things like when Reader went out with her friends please?

hi sweetheart yes I can, I loved this idea, tyty! dad!eddie x fem!reader, 3k (cw reader is tipsy at the end)

"Okie-smokie," you say, standing at the door with two options. "Ro, pink or silver?" 

You show Roan your earrings. Eddie crams his foot into his sneaker and ties the laces, listening as Roan deliberates your two choices. "I think you should wear the pink ones because you have pink gems on your bracelet." 

He can hear your smile. "I think so too. Thank you, lovely girl." 

"Roan, you have your shoes on still?" Eddie asks, toeing into his second shoe. He stands tall when he's done and brushes down his jeans. "Coat?" 

"I don't know where my coat is," she says. 

"I'll get it," you say. "It's in our room." 

"Okay. You have your purse?" Eddie asks. 

You laugh as you run up the stairs. "Stop doing your dad checklist! We have everything." 

Roan waits by the door in what Eddie believes to be her nicest outfit ever. He's been experimenting with elaborate hairstyles, and this one takes the cake. 

He'd woken her up early for a shower and washed her hair, some tactile bonding to start what's looking to be a great day. She'd nearly fallen back asleep, and again when he was drying it with the cold diffuser. After that he sectioned it and pulled two triangular sections from the front backward, and with the help of four rubber bands and a little bit of hair mousse, he secured it out of her face, curled and pretty. 

She's wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt under stiff black dungarees with black sneakers. You suggested white sneakers, but Eddie joked that he wouldn't make her look too perfect (her white sneakers are full of mud from when they went looking for frogs last weekend, and he hasn't told you yet). 

"Hey, can you get her, uh, her blue jacket? The navy one? I think her vinyl coat will be too uncomfortable with the short sleeves." 

You appear on the top step already holding it. "I'm psychic." 

Once Roan has been helped into her coat and Eddie's made sure you both have money and water, he locks the door to your (his) house with his key. It took him a long time to start calling it his house. Not that he ever thought you'd shoot him out of it. So far, there hasn't been a day since you got together where he worried it wouldn't last. 

And here the kissing begins. 

You might pretend otherwise, but Eddie knows you're jealous of today. Not in a cruel way, the envy isn't eating you alive or anything, but he knows you wishes you could come, and he also knows you know that's not how these kinds of days work. If you're with them, Eddie would have to share his attention. Alone with Roan, he can pour it all in. You're not so codependent as to resent that, and you're happy for them. But again, you're jealous. 

"Why did I make plans?" you ask him, your hands bunched in his t-shirt. 

"Because you'll have fun," he says, dipping his head down to kiss you. 

You smile and lift one shoulder. "I will. You have fun too, okay?" You bend at the waist to kiss Roan's cheek. After a moment, you kiss the other. "My big girl, you look so grown up today, we should've taken more photos." 

"I think ten was enough," Roan says.

"It wasn't," you and Eddie say at the same time. You sigh morosely, though it's not entirely genuine. 

"Okay, I love you both. Say hi to Uncle Wayne for me." 

"We love you," Eddie says. You pout and get in your car. You've parked behind him, so they stand waving at you as you leave. "She loves you so much," Eddie says to Roan. 

Roan shrugs her shoulders, pleased and trying to be humble about it. "Dad," she grumbles. 

He puts Roan in her car seat and they drive to Uncle Wayne's for lunch. It's not far, but it's enough to listen to Roan's tape, featuring her current favourite song, a nonsensical rock song called 'She Don't Use Jelly' by The Flaming Lips. It's not Eddie's taste but it's worth it just to listen to Roan shouting along to the song, her building excitement before she gets to sing, "He uses maaaa-gazines!" 

After that is Sheryl Crow. Eddie wants to switch the tape to something harder but Roan's already singing, and it's so funny to hear her sing 'All I Wanna Do' that he can't make himself change it. He rolls down the windows so she can feel the wind on her face and she dances in her seat, tripping over the words with gusto. 

Sheryl Crow is all your influence. As soon as the song ends he pops the tape and drives the car at a crawl. He's had Roan's favourite, and then yours, but now it's time for real music. He isn't raising no prep. 

Roan is more than used to rock music. She loves it most of the time, though her taste complicates as she ages. Eddie puts on a tape you made him painstakingly at Christmastime full of ripped live performances, the sort of music you can't find on CD yet. The very first song is 'Sad But True', Metallica live from Mexico, '93. Roan bobs her head up and down with the beat. Eddie literally could not be more proud, better when she pulls out her air guitar and challenges him on who's best. 

After almost crashing the car into the picnic bench on Wayne's front yard, Eddie pulls Roan out, and grins as she races up the steps to the door. She doesn't knock —Wayne's home is Eddie's home is her home. 

"Uncle Wayne!" she bellows. 

The smell of sausages and fried onions is inescapable. Eddie loves Wayne, and he loves his extra special hotdogs, but he can already sense the mess Roan's about to make. Ketchup stains have defeated half her wardrobe over the years. 

Wayne's turning from the stove with a huge grin. He wipes his hands on a rag and chucks it at the counter, bending down with his arms opening to catch Roan as she sprints at him. 

"Oh," he groans, "Hi, Roanie. Where have you been? I told your dad eleven thirty, and it's almost twelve." 

"We had to help Y/N find her nice pants," she says, wrapping her arms around Wayne's neck. 

Wayne gives her a grandfatherly squeeze, adoring but nonchalant. 

"We didn't have to help," Eddie says, "but she made breakfast, so it would've been mean to not help." 

"Still sounds like dad's fault," Wayne says. "Yeah?" 

"Yes," Roan says, turning in Wayne's arms to beam at her betrayed father. 

Wayne kisses her head and puts her down. He asks how you are, to which Eddie can answer honestly. You're good, and you're very happy lately making wedding arrangements even though you don't know what you're doing for lots of it. Roan is still torn on whether she wants to be the best man or the maid of honour. You'd been winning, until Eddie told her she could still wear a dress as best man. 

The hotdogs are ready for eating straight away. Unlike Eddie, Wayne is prepared for Roan's mess. He pins a bib around her that he's had since she was two with a rabbit on the front. It should've been trashed a while ago, but in a show of quiet love, Wayne scrubs it spotless every single time she wears it. The white background is still a bright white. 

They eat hot dogs and talk about nothing. Wayne and Eddie see each other every single day, but Wayne and Roan definitely don't. Now that she's getting older, there's been talks of consistent sleepovers. Eddie doesn't want Wayne to spend all week in work and then have her on the weekend because, while she is an absolute delight, Roan is also hard work, and especially on Fridays when she's tired. But Wayne wants to have her, and Roan loves him more than anything, so sooner or later Eddie's going to have to say yes. 

He won't lie, he could use the break. But not tonight. 

"Dad," Roan says, fried onions and bread falling down her front and back onto her plate.

"Yes, my rude girl?" 

She licks her lips. Wayne tilts her head back to wipe her mouth clean with a paper towel. "Thank you, Uncle Wayne. Dad, can we get a movie tonight?" 

"Yeah, babe, we can get a movie, but I thought you wanted to go to the Hawk?" 

"There's no space for talking in the Hawk." 

"And you want to talk to me," he summarises. 

"Duh. Wayne, can I have more smustard, please?" she asks through chews. 

Wayne meets Eddie's eyes as he squirts mustard on her hotdog. It's a look Eddie didn't know he wanted to see until Wayne started giving it, a mixture of she's funny and you're raising a good one, kid. 

Eddie cleans up the hotdog mess before Wayne can stop him and they dawdle, not wanting to leave but with things to do. They're ten minutes late for their manicure appointments. 

The Hawkins manicurists are slightly judgemental middle-aged women who love Roan. They've seen her a couple of times, once when Eddie had been on a few dates with you but was far from your boyfriend, and Roan wanted, "Pretty nails, like Y/N," after she'd seen your painted nails for a wedding, and then a couple of times after with you, but it's been a while since he was here, and the new young nail technician surprises Eddie. 

"Hi," she says, smiling at Roan, "I know you, don't I? You and your mom came in a couple of weeks ago. How did your gems last?" 

"They came off when we went waterfall walking," Roan says, sounding exuberantly pleased by this. 

"Wow, waterfall walking, that sounds fun!"

"Yes!" 

Eddie grabs Roan under the armpits to help her into the tall chair. "It was fun until her wellies split. She had cold feet." 

"Oh no. What do we want today, miss adventurer? The same as last time, or are we trying something new?" 

Roan looks up at Eddie. He takes a seat beside her, her coat in his lap. "Whatever you want, Ro. No, um, extensions though." 

"No, I wouldn't suggest it," says the nail tech. "Maybe I can show you some pictures and you can see if you like something? I can do whatever you want me to." 

Roan ends up asking for nails that look like the ocean. The nail technician is an artist, creating a beautiful illusion of real water on her nails, and colourful sea creatures on the nails big enough to accommodate them. 

"Are you bringing your wife back soon?" the nail tech asks, covering Roan's skin with her hand as her nails cure under a UV lamp. 

"She's not married, yet," Roan says. 

"She's my fiancé," Eddie says mildly. He kind of liked wife better. "And she doesn't let me spoil her often, so probably not." 

"She couldn't stop talking about you," the nail tech says. "And you," —she nods at Roan— "I was kind of jealous. I'm still jealous. I hope my baby comes out as pretty as you." 

"You're having a baby?" Roan asks, gasping, almost knocking over the UV lamp. 

"I am! Yeah, I am, she's not coming anytime soon though. But by Christmas I'll have her." The nail tech brings a buffing file to Roan's pinky finger and sands against the edge gently. "She better be as nice as you, miss adventurer." 

"I think Ro might be one of a kind," Eddie says. 

Roan smiles at him as though he's hung the moon. 

They visit the video store after the nail salon, hand in hand. Roan is more than ecstatic at the aquarium on her nails, and it's making her sweet. She walks as close to Eddie as she can without stepping on his shoes, and doesn't let go for anything. Or, almost anything. 

"Steve!" she shouts when she sees him, Harrington himself bent over the kids aisle arranging movies. 

"Oh, no," he groans. Roan runs full pelt at him and he pretends to almost fall over. Roan laughs and tugs him back up, and he says thank you with a short hug. "Hi, Roan." He looks up to see Eddie, and glares with a mock disdain. "You. Where's my spirit level?" 

"Your–" Eddie's lips part, and then snap shut. "My bad, Stevie. I still have it, I swear."

"Well give it back, I want to mount my new TV on the wall and I can't because you never answer the phone." 

"I do," Eddie protests. 

"No, you don't, I think I've spoken more to Y/N since you moved in with her than I've spoken to you. Which, actually, I prefer her. And I want you to invite her to my housewarming party next week." 

"Am I invited, too?" Roan asks. 

Steve smiles at her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Of course you are. Robin's going to bring Mr. Stink too." 

Mr. Stink is Robin's big fat tabby cat. Roan loves him so much she cries every time she has to say goodbye to him.

Eddie and Steve hug and only pat each other on the back once, which is progress. Having guessed why they're there, Steve pulls them into the backroom to show her all the new kids movies, and lets Roan pick as many as she wants to put on his account. Despite his hug and his party invitation, Of course you're invited too, Steve glares at Eddie fiercely from across the checkout counter. "Do not bring them back late, Munson. You cost me six dollars, last time." 

"And I tried to give it back to you," Eddie says, the bag of movies hanging from his elbow, Roan the other. 

"Don't insult me. Bye, my favourite Munson, make sure you bring me a nice drawing for my new fridge," Steve says. He speaks much more kindly to Roan than he does Eddie, but Eddie doesn't think for a moment that Steve doesn't like him. They've just always been like this. 

"Okay! Tell Robin I miss her, please, and Mr. Stinky." 

"Anything for you. Bye, bye," he calls. 

Eddie waves at him and they stroll out of the video store like kings, Eddie with all their movies and Roan with one of the huge bags of ready popped popcorn. She's walking on sunshine with every step, nearly skipping by the time they reach the car. 

He doesn't understand it. Eddie's just Eddie. He doesn't get it, but he has a moment when he's strapping her back into her third car seat, knowing one day she's gonna be so tall they can get away with a booster seat. One day she won't need a car seat at all. He just loves her so much he can’t handle it. 

"Show me those nails again, babe," he says. 

She pulls her wrist up, her fingers hanging down, and says, "Lookit." 

He loves her. She learned it from you. You'd done it as a joke, Roan does it because it makes her feel cool. 

"Gorgeous." He pulls her hands into his. "What else do you want to do today?" 

She shrugs. Eddie strokes down a crop of windblown baby hairs with a licked thumb, waiting for her to decide, but she must get distracted. She reaches out to do the same to him, moving his hair behind his ear. 

"That's for me," she says, looking at the little 'R' behind his ear. 

"Yeah, that's for you. I was going to get your full name, but I couldn't take the pain," he lies. 

Her nose wrinkles in amusement. "Then how did you get the big ones on your arms?" 

"I was less of a crybaby when I had those ones." 

"You're not a crybaby, dad," Roan says, giggling.

He pouts and sniffles at her. "You really mean that?" he asks tearfully. 

Roan pushes his shoulder lightly. 

"Did you decide what you want to do?" 

She nods vehemently. When she tells him what she wants, Eddie really could burst into tears. 

You're a little tiny bit tipsy when you come home that night. You try not to show it, but Eddie knows you better than he knows the back of his own hand, and as soon as you sit down he's taking big sniffs of you to make sure you know you've been found out. 

"Stop, you're like a puppy," you grumble fondly. "Wait, where's my Ro?" 

"Bathroom. Come here, let me take your shoes off." 

You lift a tired foot into his lap. "I had, uh, a margarita. And a cosmo, too. It was happy hour!" 

"Sweetheart, I couldn't care less what hour it was as long as you had fun." 

You preen, your face swinging into his shoulder. One of your earrings jabs his bicep. "Did you have a good day with Roan?" 

"We had a great day." He struggles to get your shoe off as you slide down his arm. "Maybe my favourite day with her I've ever had that wasn't with you." 

"Really? I'm so happy. Oh, wow, what? Nice nails, handsome." 

You pull his hands into your lap. They're painted in a uniform black, but there's a clownfish painted on his thumbnail. "They're super goth," you say. 

"You think so?" 

"The clownfish is a choice. Can I get one too?" 

Eddie kisses your flushed cheek. "Yeah, babe. The nail tech tried to get me to have a seahorse–" 

"Bit on the nose." 

"Exactly," he laughs. "Exactly. But our day was awesome. She was such an angel, and she must've made everyone smile everywhere we went, she–" Eddie sits up, speaking with pride in every word. "We went to Wayne's, and the nail salon, and the video store because she said the movies aren't good for talking and she wanted to talk to me, and I asked her if she wanted to do anything else, and she said," —Eddie squeezes your thigh— "she'd do anything as long as we could have a hug." 

"She has you in the palm of her hand," you laugh, looking up at him with eyes nearly closed. 

Roan skips into the room, hands dripping water, and catapults herself over the armrest back into Eddie's lap. Without asking, she dries her hands on his t-shirt. 

"Hello, princess," you say. 

Roan drags the half-eaten bag of popcorn over to your side. "Hi. I saved you some." 

You take a handful of popcorn and promptly spill it down the front of your shirt. Roan helps you by picking them off of you and eating them, cramming her mouth until her cheeks have chipmunked. 

"Don't do that, you'll choke," Eddie says.

"I won't," she says, little bits of popcorn spraying him. 

"Ro," he laughs, his hand held over her mouth, laughing so hard it wobbles her in his lap. 

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Choi San x F!Reader TW : mentions of past cheating ;slight possessiveness ; fighting ; manipulation ; Word Count : 4.4k

She’s got everything she could ever want, she’s got the man of her dreams, the house of her dreams, she’s living a dream. The entire world envied her, the way her man looked at her with such love in his eyes even when she wasn’t looking back at him, the silver bands that adorned her fingers worth more than most peoples house and cars put together. She’s the luckiest girl in the world, and she is you. 

The necklace that perfectly complimented your outfit was draped carefully around your neck and clasped in the back, delicate fingers tracing lightly over the exposed skin of your neck as you stared at yourself in the vanity mirror. “You don’t think I’m too overdressed, do you?” You asked, meeting Sans gaze in the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“Of course not, babe. You look amazing.” San hummed, his hands running up and down your arms that would soon be covered by the thin knitted cardigan that hung on the back of the chair. “I’m so lucky I get to sit beside you tonight.” He murmured against the shell of your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You couldn’t help but admire him as he stood up straight, the crisp white button up that he was wearing hadn’t even gotten wrinkled while he was leaning over. He always looked good, even when he wasn’t dressed up, but right now, he looked amazing. “The people who run the event… They know that I’ll be there with you too, right?” You asked, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror before getting up and following him out of the room. 

This was an important event for both you and San, him and the guys were being nominated for an award tonight, but this would also be the first event that you and San would be publicly seen together after getting married. There had been a lot of unofficial photographs from reporters and paparazzi that had been released over time, but none of them were truly trustable, this time though, everyone would know it’s true. 

“Of course they know you’ll be there, babe.” He walked over to you as you slipped on the heels that you knew would end up forgotten on the floor by the first half of the event, letting you use his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you stood up straight. “I made sure they remembered to put an extra two seats at the table, one seat for you that’ll be right beside me, and one seat for your purse.” He took a step back, his eyes scanning over you as a warm smile graced his features. “You look absolutely stunning, I’m so lucky.” 

You whispered a soft thank you, always feeling shy whenever he complimented you even after having been with him for so long. “Are you ready to go?” You asked, grabbing your bag off the hook and walking closer to the door, but San held his finger up, motioning for you to wait as he ran to the bedroom, quickly returning with your cardigan. “Ah… thank you, honey.” 

He held it out for you as you slipped your arms in, smoothing out the fabric once it was on your body, his smile growing wider as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now we’re ready to go.” He said softly, flicking off the lights as his other hand stayed on your lower back, leading you out the door. 

You wouldn’t say that San was controlling, you were allowed to do things, you were allowed to go out and hang with friends. San was just… very possessive of you. When you were out, he was constantly texting you, asking for pictures, making sure no one was getting too close to you, sometimes he’d even call you and ask you to keep the call going in the background just to hear your voice and make sure nothing was going on. It’s not that he didn’t trust you though, he just didn’t trust the world and the people that lived in it. The distrust wasn’t just targeted towards strangers or your friends though, he didn’t even trust his own groupmates, hence why there would be the “purse chair” as he called it, specifically there to keep the space between you and whatever unfortunate member would be on the opposite side of that chair, on the receiving end of Sans side eye for a majority of the night. 

The event venue was packed already, people showing up fashionably early, along with the reporters whose cameras flashed repeatedly in everyone's faces. San didn’t mind at all though, he was more than happy to be seen with you on his arm, your outfits perfectly matched to make you look like the perfect couple, and as of now, it felt like you truly were. 

Once the two of you made it through the front doors it was just a matter of finding the table that you’d sit at, and that wasn’t a problem considering most of the other guys had already shown up, jumping up from their chairs and waving you and San over. “You finally made it! It’s a mess out there, how was it getting through?” Wooyoung said when the two of you made it to the table, Sans hand was now gripping your own, holding it so tightly and so close to himself that he might as well have put your clasped hands in the pocket of his suit jacket. 

“What do you mean finally? We’re an hour and a half early?” San teased as he looked around the table, counting the chairs and then quickly claiming three for you, himself and your bag. “It’s crazy out there though, those flashes almost blinded Y/N.” He said your name with such reverence, smiling to you as he pulled out your chair and then took your purse and placed it on the chair beside you before any of the guys could take the seat. “Speaking of… This is my wife.” He took his seat, his arm immediately draping over your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as his other hand lifted the glass of water that was on the table. 

“I’m glad we get to meet in a more formal setting this time.” Seunghwa said with a smirk, and you couldn’t help but be confused since this was the first time you had met him and the other guys in general. “It only took San three months of sneaking you in the dorms to finally marry you, that must be true love there.” Seunghwa raised his glass and the guys all followed suit, the seven of them wearing smiles as they looked at you and San. “Congratulations.” 

It was crazy how Seunghwa, who was just trying to be a little funny, had essentially ruined your marriage, ruined your relationship, and broken your heart all at once. It didn’t take deep thought or some confusing equation for you to add things up. You knew that San and yourself had been together way longer than three months. The marriage certificate had been filled out two months ago, and you had been engaged for five months before that, and even before that, the two of you had been dating steadily for a year and a half. It wasn’t even just the math though, it was the fact that you had never even stepped foot into the dorms, and surely if you had, you wouldn’t have to be snuck in. 

Sans body was tense, and you could feel him staring at you out of the corner of his eyes, awaiting your reaction. He knew he fucked up, but there were so many people around, he didn’t want to make a scene and go off on Seunghwa for dropping the bomb. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” You said, already pushing your chair back, trying your best to hold onto the calm composure that you had been carrying before you were hit with such news. 

“Y/N…” San whispered, grabbing your hand and looking up at you with wide eyes that were screaming at you to stay. He knew you were pissed, he just didn’t exactly know what that would mean. You used your free hand to grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you tried to pull away without making it too obvious. “Why are you taking your purse, I can watch it?” 

“For lady reasons…” You whispered right back, proud of how quick your mind was able to come up with an excuse while being so frazzled. “I’ll be right back.” You said to the guys at the table, but you and San knew better, you wouldn’t be back at all. His eyes watched you as you walked away, knowing that this view would be the last he’d have of you, at least for the rest of the night. 

Of course you weren’t just going to sit there beside him, pretending to be the happy wife of someone that you had just found out cheated on you. It sucked, but what made it worse was the fact that he had done it a month before you got married, and you weren’t sure how long he had been doing it before then either. San didn’t value you, he didn’t cherish you, and you were beginning to believe that he was only so possessive of you because he had a guilty conscience, and he was scared that you’d do the same thing he did. 

Both your wedding and engagement ring were promptly slid off and left on the sink counter at the venue before walking out and calling yourself a cab. You needed to go home, you needed to think, not about how to fix things, but how to end things without it turning into a big argument. You wouldn’t have been able to do that at the venue, you needed to be alone with your thoughts. 

How were you going to end things? It wouldn’t be easy, you knew that. He wouldn’t leave willingly, you knew the kind of person he was. He’d make all kinds of excuses, and then he’d try to soften you up, make you forget all about it. You couldn’t let that happen, you knew there was a chance, he was so charming, so manipulative, you wondered if he even knew. You needed time, time to prepare yourself for what was to come. 

You started with the hardest task, packing up all of his clothes into his suitcases, and when the suitcases ran out of room, you started tossing his clothes into bags that all ended up lined up at the front door. It would be the first sight to greet him when he walks in. Award shows lasted pretty long, and there were often after parties, although you weren’t sure if San would go to this one. Maybe he would, just to grab a couple drinks before walking into the storm that was awaiting him at home. 

Next to go were the pictures, pictures of you and him when you were so happy, so naive, so clueless as to what he was truly doing. He was happy too, and why would he not be? He hadn’t been caught yet, and he was probably under the assumption that he never would be. That’s the thing about cheaters, about cheating in general… It’ll only be so long before things come out, whether it’s from their own slip up, or from an unaware friend who has no idea. 

The pictures in the frames were promptly trashed, replaced with the original pictures that had once been in there. Pictures of you with friends and family, surrounded by people who loved you, people who would never hurt you. The pictures would serve as a constant reminder to you that even without San there, you still had people there for you. 

It didn’t change the fact that you were devastated though. You could remove his clothes from the bedroom, you could remove the pictures from the frames, but you couldn’t get rid of the memories, not this quickly. Anger had fueled you in your quest to pack up and get rid of everything that was his, but once you were done, the only thing you could do was cry. Cry over the years that you wasted, years that had you falling deeper and deeper in love with him until he slipped those two rings on your finger. You had been so excited, planning the wedding venue and looking at wedding dresses, making a list of all the people that you were going to invite. It was all for nothing though, everything that had to do with him was just a waste of time. 

That’s when he came in, of course it would be. He couldn’t walk through the front door when you were emotionally stronger, no… He came back when you were weak, sobbing on the couch as you gripped onto the throw pillow. “So that’s it…? You don’t want to talk about it?” He asked, looking around at the bags on the floor, knowing damn well that his stuff was inside of them. 

“What’s there to talk about?” You mumbled, turning your head to glance at him over the back of the couch. Your vision was blurry from the tears that filled your eyes, but you saw him, standing in the doorway, shoulders slumped as he watched you. “You cheated… I have nothing to say to you.” 

He watched as you got up off the couch, letting you take a few steps before practically running to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. “You really want to end it like this? How do you know Seunghwa was telling the truth, huh? You really think I’d cheat on you after proposing to you? You’re too trusting… You believe anything…” 

“Is that why you panicked?” You retorted, trying your best to hold your head high although you were beyond embarrassed, you were humiliated. “You knew that he was telling the truth, that’s why you got so tense. That’s how I knew it was the truth.” You weakly pushed against his chest, sobbing softly as your head shook. “As if it wasn’t bad enough to be cheated on, it had to be by you. The whole world is going to find out soon enough and…” You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears on your sleeve. “And I’m going to be the fool! Not you! So just… take your stuff and go… please.” 

His arms dropped to the side, completely defeated. “I’ll go…” He muttered, backing up slowly as his own tears began to fall. There was no point in arguing with you, not right now, not when the wounds were so fresh. You were right, and you had every right to be angry with him. “I’ll take as much as I can… I’m sorry…” 

Anger took hold of him as he sped through crowded streets, making his way to the dorms where the guys were most likely just now getting in. One mistake, it was in the past and that’s where he wanted to keep it, but Seunghwa just had to bring it up. What was the point of bringing it up? It was a mistake that he wanted to forget about making. He wasn’t proud of it, he hated himself for doing it, that’s why he clung to you, doted upon you, practically worshiped you. You were Sans everything, and now what? Were you truly done with him? Did you really not want anything to do with him? It was all Seunghwas fault… him and his mouth… 

San stormed into the dorms, the doorknob slamming against the wall and then bouncing back, slamming shut and just further holding the attention of the other guys who sat around in the living room, still slightly drunk from the afterparty. “Yah! San, what are you doing?!” Hongjoong called out, the only one who looked even slightly sober in the group right now. 

The few bags that he had been able to take with him from the apartment were dropped onto the floor as he stormed over to Seunghwa, his finger in the older man’s face, his hand shaking with his anger. “You… You did this! Why do you talk?!” San shouted, the other guys finally catching on enough to try to pull him back. “You ruined everything! I love her! I do! Why…?!” He was breathing heavily as tears streamed down his face, the guys finally able to get him as far away from Seunghwa as possible in the short moment of weakness. 

“What are you talking about?” Seunghwa was genuinely, and rightfully, confused by the sudden outburst, but it was soon replaced by panic as he jumped up, his eyes going wide. “Did I embarrass her? What happened, is she okay?” His head shook as he ran his hands over his alcohol induced reddened face. “I really didn’t mean to upset her… Did something bad happen?” 

Everyone in the room was now looking to San for answers, but he could only chuckle humorlessly as he pushed the guys back. “Did something… did…” He could barely get the words out as his breaths quickened once more, his nostrils flaring as anger evolved into pure rage. “I’m losing my fucking wife! She… She kicked me out because…” And as quickly as that rage had lit up inside of him, it was burnt out, guilt and regret crashing over him like waves during a storm. “It wasn’t her… I fucked up… And I wanted to… to forget… I didn’t want her to know…” His voice became a whisper as he slid down the wall, falling to the floor and curling up into himself. “I was drunk… and she was out of town… and I felt awful about it immediately… that’s… that’s why I made her leave so early. I didn’t think anyone would be awake… I don’t… I don’t even drink anymore because I’m so… I’m so scared of something like that happening again and… I love Y/N… I don’t want to lose her…” 

Seunghwa fell back onto the couch, his face in his hands as heavy sighs escaped him. “It’s not my fault… How was I supposed to know?” He muttered, taking a deep breath as he lifted his head to look at San. “You didn’t tell us anything… You didn’t even tell us that you were getting married. We didn’t find out until that meeting with the manager before the show. Then… Then you have the nerve to come in here getting mad at me because… because I assumed that she was that girl… It’s not my fault that you hid your wife.” He stood up, eyes like daggers glaring at San. “And it’s not my fault that you cheated on her either.” 

“I…” San started, his breath shaky as he pushed himself up off the floor. “I hid her because she was mine! I love her… I… I didn’t mean to cheat on her, it just… It happened and I know that it doesn’t make it any better but…” He sniffled softly as he leaned against the wall, his head falling back as tears streaming down his face. “But I don’t want to be without her… I…” A sharp gasp shot through his lips as he turned to go into his own room, a room that he hadn’t been in in three months, a room that he’d much rather forget even existed along with the memories that lingered beneath the sheets of his bed. 

You knocked quickly on the door, a few of the bags that you were able to lug into the building by yourself on the floor beside your feet as you waited for someone to answer. It’s not like no one was home, you could hear the tv from the other side of the door… Maybe they just couldn’t hear you? So you knocked louder, your fist hurting from the force behind it. “Yah! Open the damn-” Before you could get the last word out, the door swung open, and there he was. 

“Y/N…” San whispered your name, his eyes wide and already welling with tears the moment he looked at you. “You’re here…” A shaky hand ran through his hair as he took a step back, motioning for you to come inside. “I’m making ramen… If you want some. I have other food too, I always keep all your favorites… I’ve been waiting for… I… I miss you.” 

God, why were you crying? He hurt you? And why should he be crying when you were the one who’s gone through three months of pain because of him? “I just came to drop off the rest of your things.” You said, avoiding eye contact, knowing that the more you looked at him, the more you’d be hurt. “I was only able to carry up a little… The rest is in my car. You can come down and get it… Or not. I don’t care. I’ve waited for you to come pick it up long enough though.” 

“I didn’t want to pick it up… I thought that you’d ask me to come back at some point.” Of course he’d think that. You didn’t have time to play this game with him, and going back and forth would only cause you both more heartache. You quickly turned on your heel, if he wasn’t going to get his stuff, you’d just give it to people who need it. “W-Wait… Don’t leave… Don’t leave me…” He grabbed your elbow, yanking you back to him until you crashed against his chest. “You don’t know how hard it’s been… Without you… I feel like I could die… I hate it… I hate not being with you.” 

“I… don’t know how hard it’s been?” You repeated breathlessly, scoffing as you pushed him back. “You don’t know! First I get cheated on by you and I find out about it three months later and then… I can’t even leave my own house with reporters and paparazzi shoving their stupid cameras in my face and asking why they haven’t seen us together and why I wasn’t still at the award show when you made your speech. And for some reason I care about you too much to tell them the truth… So I’m the bad one…” You watched as his face fell, his arms still outstretched as if to wrap around you. “You feel like you could die… But I wish I would. You don’t know what it’s like to constantly be attacked and not be able to say anything… I don’t know why I still protect you… Just… Get your things so I can go.” 

“I’ll tell them… I’ll publically announce what I did just so they’ll leave you alone.” He grabbed your hand again, this time just holding it tightly, terrified that if he let you go once more that you’d finally leave. “Just stay with me… I want to work this out… I don’t want to lose you. I don’t care what happens with the group or anything, I don’t care what the fans think of me, or what the agency says… I made a mistake and I’ll pay for it, but I swear on everything, I’ve never made that mistake again. I don’t even drink, I don’t go out unless it’s with you.” 

He kept pulling you closer, and you were tired of trying to pull away, it’s not like it would do any good, he’d just keep pulling you back, and as much as you tried to ignore the feelings, you missed him, you missed his touch, his hugs, his kisses. You missed everything about him. “Why do they hate me so much… They don’t know me… They don’t know what I’m going through. They don’t know what you did to me…” You allowed yourself to fall once again against his chest, and this time he pulled you further into the dorms, shutting the door behind you and moved you to the couch. 

“They hate you because they’re not you.” He responded matter of factly, brushing his hand over your hair as he pulled you down onto the couch beside him. “They’ll know what I’ve done, and they’ll know how lucky I am to have a wonderful woman that sticks beside me, even though I’m an idiot… I know I don’t deserve you… But I don’t want to live without you either.”

“Yah…” You muttered, sniffling softly and pulling back to look at him. “Wh-Who said I was still your wife? You’re an idiot… Choi San… And I don’t marry idiots…” You mumbled, turning your back to him to stare out the window. 

You felt the couch vibrate with his silent laughter, his arms snaking around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Well… Maybe you can give this idiot a chance… Just one? Just one chance to prove that he’s madly in love with you, and would do anything to keep you… Please.” His lips pressed against your neck, and you swore it felt like electricity coursing through your veins. 

“Such an idiot…” You grumbled, although you felt yourself instinctively leaning back against him until you were leaning once more against his chest, his arms still tightly surrounding you, and truthfully, in his arms was the only place you ever wanted to be. 

“Ah… but you’re also madly in love with this idiot… so let me help you out here.” His tone was lighter now, and you could still feel his body shaking with his laughter as he fumbled in his pockets. “My beautiful wife, your hand looked so empty without your rings… How could you possibly forget them in the restroom?” He teased, grabbing your hand and quickly slipping the band back onto your ring finger. “Much better… Right?” 

You turned your head to stick your tongue out at him, but his lips quickly crashed against yours and you hated how much you realized you needed him at that moment, how happy you were to finally have him back. You trusted him though, and as much as he had hurt you and humiliated you, you loved him. “Mm…” You hummed once he finally pulled back, holding your hand up to look at the rings that were finally back in their rightful spot. “Let’s go home… We have a lot of unpacking to do.” 

[playerwhitecloud]

MissCircle/Reader artist

Oneshot

Song: Måneskin - GOSSIP (feat. Tom Morello)

Art: https://t.me/maurspit

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It could have been an ordinary day for her.

A day off at home with oreo cookies and a break from stupid kids at school.

But now she was standing in front of a bright building with neon lights.

The restaurant hosts a live show with a performance by singers, a dancer and other personalities.

She might not have come here, despite winning a ticket to one of the closest tables to the stage, but the treats with oreos that were on the menu of the institution and which could be obtained for half the price, changed her mind.

Therefore, choosing a more presentable outfit that she usually wears, she came here.

The interior of the building greeted her with subdued lights and friendly staff who escorted her to her place.

There were a lot of people in the hall who wanted to see the new, increasingly popular show.

The food was brought to her table, and the show began.

Colorful performances that delight the audience, music and special effects. It was all magnificent and thought out to the smallest detail. Sometimes the artists interacted with the guests, causing them even more joy.

The show was excellent, of course, but Miss Circle paid more attention to desserts, the main ingredient of which was undoubtedly oreos.

The show was coming to an end and the lights in the hall were dimmed even more. A voice from the speakers announced the last performance, by a certain artist who was the main star of this whole show, and for whom most of the people in the hall gathered.

The lights on the stage came on, and the hall was filled with the first chords of instruments.

Circle was already thinking of packing up and leaving unnoticed in the darkness of the hall. But suddenly a delightful voice rang through the hall and you came on stage. She couldn't move or take her eyes off you.

Your voice, your figure, your outfit, your appearance. You were beautiful. A magnificent diamond among ordinary stones, you shone so brightly that anyone could only envy you. The elegance with which you moved in the dance could not be compared to anything else she had ever seen. Your every movement was smooth, light and gentle like a swan's feather. Nothing could compare to your elegance and your voice.

A wave of your hand, a rearrangement of your legs, and here you are next to her.

A charming look, and a gentle touch on her face.

This moment lasted only a moment. One fleeting moment. But God. How hard her heart was beating. It seemed like your gentle hand was still on her face. No one had ever awakened such feelings in her. Even though it was only part of the performance, she couldn't forget about it.

Spinning in the dance, you returned to the stage.

With a wave of your hand to the sky, you knelt down. You pressed one hand to your chest and stretched out the other towards the hall. Hypnotizing gaze. The last notes, and the light went out.

Silence in the dark....

The audience cheered and applauded. The floodlights turned on, illuminating your body. You curtsied and left the stage.

A long-finished performance, all the guests have left, and you leave the building. All this time, Miss Circle was standing against the wall, waiting only for you to appear. And here you are. With her heart pounding, she came closer to you.

"Hey!"

You turned around, fixing your gaze on her. Is it her imagination, or did her heart really skip a beat under the gaze of those adorable eyes.

While she's talking, she's not thinking about anything but you. Now you've taken over all her thoughts. She's asking you out on a date.

Waiting for your answer seems to take forever for her.

With a little laugh and a smile, you agree.

Miss Circle returns home with a smile and a satisfied look.

Coming to this show was not a mistake for her, and now she will do everything possible to make you belong to her, and to no one else.

You're hers now, even if you don't know it yet...

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Yes, I know that I haven't been here for a very long time. But I have a lot of work to do. This year has been and will be very difficult for me, but I hope I can handle it. I hope you like what I'm writing for you.

[meloarto-me]

hiii idk if you have watched the LA one piece (if not that doesnt matter he is still hot) but could you maybe write a klahadore x maid!reader <3 where the maid is close to kaya so he needs to distract her from his little plan

Fixing the plans

Klahadore x maid!reader / Kuroo x Reader

Word Count: 2,38

Synopsis: I'm not sure what you meant when you wrote ,'where the maid is close to kaya so he needs to distract her from his little plan'. But I think you mean that Kuro distracted Kaya's maid reader. So that he can continue with his plan

Masterlist

Pov Kuro

I've been angry all day, none of my plans have been going my way lately. In the beginning everything was going well…. In the beginning.

I sighed and corrected my glasses, it all started when Kaya hired that stupid maid. And that without informing me, It annoyed me because I could have chosen someone obedient to me and not her.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the kitchen I lean against the back of the chair, that maid came into the room. (Reader) that was her name, she was spoiling my whole plan that I had been building for years. sigh, Watching her carefully, sometimes I feel like killing her…. Although maybe not so much after I started talking to her.

She seemed very hardworking and loyal to Kay, but also kind and helpful to others. For Merry, for example, she was very kind to him.

But I have to admit, sometimes I envied him. Before I knew it she had gone to Kay, she was like a dog next to her. I banged my fist on the table getting up from my chair. I went to the room where Kaya and (Reader) were. I linked my hands behind me entering the room.

-Good morning Ms Kaya and (Reader)-.

Even her name is difficult for me to say. Kaya answered me immediately, for the maid was cleaning up a broken glass on the floor. But she answered after a while, and I noticed with my sharp eyes that her skirt had folded up as she bent over the broken glass.

I have to confess but I was secretly looking at her newly exposed skin. I'm a guy and a pirate at that.

It dawned on me that day, I already know how to get the obedient maid (Reader) away from Kay. I just need a couple of days to make the whole plan, but as for now I'll get on with observing (Reader).

I've been observing her closely all week, her behaviour, her habits and her whole appearance. And I have to admit that she was …. quite charming and attractive, in my eyes.

Her (colour) hair and beautiful (colour) skin, and her smaller body. Fuck. If it wasn't for the fact that she interferes with my plans I would be interested in her but I have my plans. Plans I have to fulfil, maybe I'll throw her person into my plans, but maybe.

Correcting my glasses I walk into the kitchen, I see her (the reader) standing by the cooker waiting for the water to boil so she could pour the tea. She was wearing her usual lolita maid outfit, I look at it smiling in thought. today was my day, the day I would get my plan together and do everything I needed to do.

I walked over to her and stood behind her putting my hands by her sides.

-Huh!- she squealed a little.

-Quietly, just quietly- I said into her ear, putting my hands on her hips and squeezing a little.

-I'm sorry but what are you doing?- She asks me in a trembling tone.

Ignoring her question, I turn off the water burner and move her body past the burners with a little force.

-Nothing, just be calm and everything will be fine,‖ I say turning her to look at me, I love feeling the angles.

Lifting my index finger to her chin, I kiss her, despite the fact that she is just one of the pawns I have to knock down to reach my goal, although I must admit that over the week I have felt fondness for her.

But returning to the situation (Reader), she had very soft lips. deepening the kiss which she did not say, I pick up her smaller body and put it on the kitchen counter.

-You better be quiet- I whisper to her, running my thumb over her plump lips.

She is obedient, and I like it that way, I take off my glasses and put them next to her on the spice shelf, I comb my hair back and return to the little maid who blushes madly holding her hands to her chest.

-Kuro what are you …- I don't let her finish her sentence, I kiss her again. I put my big hands on her thighs and spread them wider.

-Shhh, baby, it's going to be all right-I say, kissing her neck, then biting and sucking to leave a mark.

I bring my right hand to her intimate area and begin to gently rub it through her underwear. I kiss her greedily increasing the touch on her clothed pubis.

-Kuro please stop.- she is panting bending her body. Moving away from her neck where I left more marks I look into her eyes.

-My beauty. I can't. I have to admit I had a plan where you weren't there…. but now you're here and I have to put it together somehow, but you know I've come up with a way. -

He laughs, and kisses her again. (Reader) she blushes a lot and moans into my mouth I continue rubbing her sockets, I can already feel that she is wet and ready but I want to tease her a little more.

I move away from her mouth and watch her red face, her whole body trembled, I stopped touching her and move away.

she looks at me with wide open eyes, I love the feeling of power…. and over her I have it 100%.

-Well baby, are you waiting for an invitation? -I ask suggesting her to take care of me now, I suggestively look at her lips and wait for her reaction.

At first she shyly steps off the table and stands in front of me trembling and squeezing her thighs subtly.

-Come on darling, on your knees- I say grabbing her hair and push her obediently to the ground.

She obediently knelt down and seemed more nervous than a moment ago, shyly reaching out her hands towards the zipper of the trousers I was wearing, a small saddled smile adorning my face.

I'm really thinking of taking (Reader) as mine, maybe a toy. I'll have to see how it goes and maybe I'll take her. She is lovely and sexy.

my thoughts are distracted by the feeling that (Reader) is pulling out my stiff penis, I moan a little. It has a soft and nice touch other than mine.

-Continue_ I say, and pull her by her hair towards my preposition.

Like an obedient animal, she kisses my clit and I inhale. pulling her hair more, I force her to start sucking on my penis. She does it obediently, her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, I notice that she rubs her thighs together.

I even think she likes me, I moan suddenly as she sucks me harder. I push her harder by the hair to take the entire length into my mouth. she chokes and quickly pulls away coughing.

-Sorry me.- she says quickly looking at me with glassy eyes.

-Quietly, just keep going.- I say and push her head against my stiffness again.

(Reader) opens her mouth and sucks on my appendage and shudders all over.I smile.

-Touch yourself, she wants to see it- I say through my teeth and pull her hair back.

As if on cue, the maid's left hand comes down between my thighs and starts touching herself, she moans and the vibrations make me grunt louder.

(Reader) sucks me and touches herself in concentration, she feels I'm about to come so I brutally pull her away from me.

She fell on her back and looked at me in shock, she looked into my eyes and I smiled at her.

-On the table- she orders.

She obediently gets up on trembling legs and sits down on the table, I walk slowly towards her stepping in between her legs.

I grab her neck and look into her eyes.

-Why are you so happy? -I ask, squeezing her neck.

-I… I like you?" she says with a red face.

-Really? -I squeeze her neck.

-I don't know, but I felt it from the beginning… infatuation with you at first.-she whispers and looks away. - And I've felt love for you recently.- (reader) looks at the ground.

-Well.- whispers them on the lips and kisses her.

I move my hand away from her neck and down to her breasts which I squeeze aggressively, gasping into my mouth . And with that I push my tongue into her mouth and win the battle for dominance.

I pull her breasts out of her clothes by undoing the front of her outfit, I move away from her mouth and go down to suck on one of her breasts, in the other I pinch her nipple which makes her scream. embarrassed, she covers her mouth with her hand and I smile while continuing to suck on her breast.

I bite her nipple and she squeals into my hands, blushing behind my palms. moving away from her breast with a clench I take care of the other one in the same way.

Bored, I pull away and force my hands away from her face and kiss her.

-Now be a good girl and I'll make you scream with pleasure.- I whisper in her ear and pull away.

I spread her legs and press them against her chest, I hunch down and kiss her clothed pubis, feeling the slime on my lips I lick her through her underwear.

(Reader) moans and holds her hands to her body, helping me. kisses her clitoris clothed, and massages her thighs and buttocks with my hands.

I step back and use my fingers to push her underwear aside and kiss her clit again.

Straightening up I admire the woman in front of me, with my hands I pull her underwear apart. I smile and catch her face in my hands.

-You'd better be quiet.- I warn her and slide my trousers down to my ankles. Masturbating my penis for a while, I rub it against her pubis to moisten it before I enter her tight entrance.

(Reader) moans at this feeling and I smile, push myself suddenly into her tight, sensitive warmth, wheezing heavily inhale air.

The maid moans loudly in her hands. I feel like moving, but I know I have to give her some time to adjust to my height.

She nodded her head yes, I began to move in a slow dull motion, feeling her tight walls clamp around me. As if she didn't want to let me go at all, her mucus made it easier for me to get into her faster, (Reader) he bit his hand with his eyes closed, all the red on his face looks sexy. I'm looking at her bouncing breasts and pushing her harder, and I want her to be quiet and scream my name, but she has to be quiet or she'll ruin my plan.

I put my hands close to her pawn and pinches her nipples, her body bends into an arch. In a rush of adreaniline, he kisses her, (Reader) moans at my mouth and arms around my neck bringing me closer to him, her snaps tighten around me.

I accelerate the movements of my hips into her, I bring my right hand closer to her clitoris and rub a sensitive lump. Her whole body starts to tremble and I kiss her harder, I stick my tongue into her mouth to silence her moans and screams.

Rubbing it and shoving it feels like heaven all the time its wet warm walls are clutching around me.

she breathes into her mouth, unable to stop her quick and strong thrusts, (the reader) screams into my mouth, moves away from me and look into my eyes. Her eyes were glassy with tears, but somehow exhilarating.

-Kurooo~~~~- screams close to my face. I will come ~~~- squeak, squeaking my legs around my hips.

I'm speeding up the movement of her hips and rubbing her clitoris harder. Her walls clamp more tightly around my penis, I hiss at that feeling.

- Do it- I move it around her neck that I start biting to leave marks on it that it's mine and I don't share my stuff.

(Reader) Pulling my head away from her protruding neck, she kisses me. As I scream in a kiss, I feel it squeezing around me harder, I can barely move. But with the last of my strength, I push myself into her now hypersensitive entrance, reaching hard, kissing her harder.

I couldn't help but push myself in for a while. (Reader) He was screaming into my mouth, she was so sensitive and trembling for me like a leaf in the wind.

She stops moving and I hug her inert body to myself, and I know she's mine, even if I had to kidnap her and hold her like a slave. That's another point in my plan that's going to happen today.

I come out of her with a splash, my sperm flows out of her hole and flows onto the table. I stand over her tired body with a satisfied smile, putting on my underwear and pants I approach the shelf for my glasses I put them on my nose and I go back to (Reader).

I fix her clothes and she opens her tired eyes.

-I love you Kuro~~- whispers to me in a hoarse voice.

She's laughing, I think she screamed too much.

-I know that- I'm talking to her as I pick her up.

I'm going with her to my quarters to make sure she's safe. I smile as I walk into my bedroom, and I lay on my bed, cover her with a blanket, and I kiss her on the forehead.

(reader) does not get up for at least a few hours, still take care of Merry, gets up from bed and I go to the door, I open it. Before I leave I look at (Reader).

-Even though I was going to kill you I'll leave you, you're a nice toy- I say and I walk out the door. I lock it.

I won't admit it, but maybe I got feelings for her.

[leftythehelpingtankengine]

Beauty, the Pea, and the Beast

Chapter 2: Oh Balls.

Word Count - 2k

Also available on AO3 & WattPad

Summary: In an attempt to provide aid to a runaway princess, Luigi gets himself mixed up in an arranged marriage to a prince of a neighboring kingdom, what he doesn’t know is that a certain evil king also plans on having the princess’ hand in marriage regardless of whether or not (s)he’s partial to it. Will he find a way out of this, or will he end up falling for one of them? (or both >;))

Content Warnings: none yet

It had been about two months since Luigi had begun his stay at the princess’—well, his— castle until she returned. He and Toadette still weren’t on the best terms but she seemed genuine with her apologies and remorse. He would be able to forgive her in time, since then she’s been his rock and confidant. He adjusted well to the life of the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, maybe even liked it. However, the most difficult part for him was shaking off his chronic nervousness about everything around him. 

Luigi was sitting in front of a grand mirror with Toadette showing Luigi different dresses for him to pick from for the Winter Solstice ball that was to be held after sundown. He was barely paying her any mind until Toadette spoke loudly, “Don’t fret Your Highness, you’ll do fine, you only need to look the part and occasionally converse with your guests. Why don’t you pick out which gown you’d like to wear for this evening?”

Luigi nodded, his nerves slightly eased, “You’re right, I would like to wear the blue and pink dress with long gloves and a shawl.” Luigi sighed, standing up and beginning the elaborate process of getting dressed.

Toadette was making the final adjustments to Luigi’s outfit when they heard a knock at the door, informing them it was nearly time for the guests to arrive. Toadette accompanied Luigi to the vast soon-to-be-filled room to sit on his throne until the first guests arrived. Not long after The doors opposite from him began to open and the guests came flooding in. He stood up as the first guests approached; lords and ladies from the Mushroom Kingdom. He stopped paying attention after the Royal family from the BeanBean Kingdom made their entrance. He finally understood why the Princess didn’t want to be here for this, it was terribly boring so far. 

He saw the room slowly fill up with people dancing and chatting around the edges, a gentle melody echoing and silencing their chatter. He envied them. He was taken out of his thoughts when all of the guests had been introduced, allowing him to sit down once more to eat and enjoy the party as much as he could.

Another hour had passed before the music was stopped and the announcer gained the attention of everyone once again.

“Thank you all for being here tonight for our Winter Solstice ball. In addition to the Solstice, we’re holding the ball in honor of the new happy couple! We’re thrilled to announce the marriage between our very own Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and-”

“The King of Koopas, King Bowser.” A large reptilian beast guffawed behind Luigi. 

Luigi stiffened, too frightened to react or even look back at him. Bowser took that as an opportunity to grab Luigi, toss him over his shoulder, and make a mad dash toward the nearest exit with minimal resistance, allowing him to disappear into the night.

Luigi snapped out of the shock and began yelling and fighting him to no avail. He continued for about ten minutes before giving up and letting out an irritated huff.

“Where are we going?” Luigi asked, his voice hoarse from screaming. He was doing the best he could to prop himself up, but settled for resting his head on his arm that’s now propped against Bowser’s back.

“Home, of course. We’re going to the docks first. I have a ship waiting for us.” Bowser explained, clearly pleased with himself.

Luigi sighed in defeat, there wasn’t much he could do at the moment. There was no way he could get away from him between blowing his cover and his current attire. Between the heels and puffy fabric he wouldn’t be able to get far. Oh, and Toadette would kill him if something were to happen to the dress.

Bowser noticed Luigi’s change in demeanor. “Don’t act so disappointed Peaches, I told you that I would come back for you. Don’t worry it won’t be much longer until we reach the boat,” he said, failing to lighten the mood.

Luigi remained silent, ignoring his kidnapper, his head swirling with many thoughts and feelings— fear, contempt, exhaustion. The king was blissfully unaware of Luigi’s mental gymnastics and decided to continue, “I made sure to have someone get your little handmaiden— I know you’re very fond of her after all. I have also arranged for us to be housed in close quarters with one another-” 

At this point Luigi stopped listening, Toadette was in this with him now? He felt a little better knowing that he was not alone and would still have help maintaining the facade. He couldn’t get caught, especially not by King Boswer. Luigi shuddered, he didn’t want to think about what might happen if the Koopa King were to find out.

“Are you cold Princess?” Bowser paused, placing Luigi down, and taking off his coat to give to him, then offering his hand. Luigi put the coat around him and hesitated before taking his hand. He decided it would be better to try to stay on Bowser’s good side for the time being. 

For the first time Bowser and Luigi got a better look at one another and time seemed to stop for just a moment. This was the only time Luigi had seen Bowser outside of aiding his brother in keeping the peace between kingdoms. He was….handsome? Luigi could not tear his eyes away, what about him is so alluring? He was tall, strong, his hair the shade of the most passionate of fires, hands so large to-

“You look more radiant than normal Princess…” Bowser begins. “Even with your swollen nose, you look like a goddess on earth glowing in the light of the new winter moon.”

He was sincere, his eyes were wide and full of an emotion Luigi couldn’t seem to comprehend, as he was still staring helplessly, now flushed. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by rustling behind them. They both turn their heads towards the sound, releasing them from their shared enrapturement.

A bit more rustling occurred before a small figure emerged from the flora; a koopa blissfully unaware at the verbal assault awaiting him.

Bowser’s face contorts to unbridled rage. You could nearly see smoke as he exhaled before going absolutely ballistic, screaming at the koopa for interrupting, paying no mind to Luigi anymore.

Luigi recoiled, disgusted with Bowser now. Concluding that his moment of weakness was nothing more than the winter moonlight. Now fully in control of his thoughts and actions, he decided that now would be a good time to try to escape.

Luigi wasn’t sure which direction to run in but ultimately decided any direction away from the scene unfolding would be best.

Bowser had soon finished his verbal onslaught and took a deep breath to regain his composure. With a calm smile on his face, he turned back towards the Princess but quickly realized she was gone. Panic. Sheer panic flooded his senses.

Luigi had only been running for a few minutes at most however it felt like it had been hours. He would have kept running if he hadn’t tripped over his own foot and twisted his ankle. Luigi cried out and laid there for a second before looking around. His blood ran cold. In an unfortunate turn of events, the direction he chose led him to the very docks he was desperately trying to get away from.

He was quickly surrounded by members of Bowser’s court bombarding him with questions, making his head spin, until a voice roared above theirs, “WHERE IS SHE??”

Silence followed as the crowd backed away from Luigi who was sobbing at this point. Bowser’s face dropped and rushed over to Luigi. 

“Peaches?!? Are you okay? What happened?” Bowser’s face was painted with worry and concern.

In between sobs and sniffles Luigi cried, “You were yelling at that poor koopa, my dress is ruined, and I twisted my ankle in these ACCURSED HEELS-” More sobs wracked his form.

Bowser was completely taken aback, “I sincerely apologize Peaches, you’re never emotional so this must be important to you. I’ll have someone fix your dress and-”

Luigi was seeing red. Him? Emotional? He gritted his teeth together, “You listen here, Your Majesty-” Luigi tried to stand up. “I would love to see you go through a day as me without losing your temper at the slightest of inconveniences. You have no right to call ME emotional when you act like a spoiled toddler if something doesn’t go exactly as you had envisioned it.” He was truly riled up at this point, beyond thinking of the where consequences his current actions would lead him.  

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get something to eat and then return to my chambers for the night without you, since you so rudely took me before I could even taste the hors d'oeuvres at the ball.”

Bowser was completely shocked, but quickly smiled, “There's the Peach I know and adore. I’ll have everything arranged for you.”

Luigi scoffed as Bowser picked him up and carried him onto the ship. He took Luigi to his quarters where there was a physician and an attendant waiting for him.

“Your Majesties.” The physician bowed down to Luigi and Bowser. He then waved him off and set Luigi down on the settee against the wall.

“I need you two to check and tend to her ankle and bring her favorite dishes. Once that’s been done leave her be.” Bowser sternly instructed, standing tall.

They bowed to Bowser once more, causing him to turn around and leave, the attendant following not long after.

The physician brought a small table over towards Luigi so he could prop his leg up and allow them to examine his ankle.

It didn’t take the physician long to examine Luigi's now swollen ankle. Telling him that it was sprained and that he needed to stay off his feet for the next couple of weeks. They wrapped Luigi’s foot in a splint, then bid him a farewell, closing the door behind them.

Luigi looked at his foot, frustrated that he ruined any chance of escaping on his own. He couldn’t believe how badly he had messed up in such quick successions. Not fighting or running at the ball, finding a chance to escape and running in the wrong direction, which had caused him to be immobile for a few weeks minimum. He really had hit rock bottom at this point.

Luigi heard a knock at the door and the attendant from before came in with a large tray of food. He pulled a small table over to where Luigi was sitting and set the tray down. He bowed to him then left without a word.

As soon as the door clicked shut Luigi moved the entire table closer and noticed that Bowser had his cooks prepare a several course meal, which he wasted no time eating. Then he moved to the large bed with great care as to not injure himself further. 

Luigi was exhausted. His mind replayed the instances of the past evening as he laid down. Neither Princess Peach or Toadette had mentioned an arranged marriage to him, or even hinted at it. Could this be the reason why she had Luigi take her place? Had she found someone, or was this the final straw? Luigi couldn’t say, after all, he didn’t know who he was allegedly marrying. Obviously it wasn’t Bowser considering their past and the fact he literally made an event of him kidnapping the ‘princess’. 

Luigi put his hands over his face when his mind shifted to King Bowser. He was so embarrassed with his thoughts and shift in character. How could he have let himself feel that way about an ill-tempered tyrant, even if only for a moment. He couldn’t deny that Bowser was attractive, determined, and confident—all qualities Luigi admired on their own— but his treatment towards others was repulsive at best.  Luigi yawned, maybe he could change that… and with that final incoherent thought he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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AN: hey yall there were some edits that were done after I had posted this initially, so i finally got around to adding them 10/30/24

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DIABOLIK LOVERS: Laito Birthday Special Drama “The missing Fedora”

Original title: 行方不明のフェドーラ

Source: Fanmade Tokuten Drama CD

Story: Admin Ava

Seiyuu: Suegara rie, Hirakawa Daisuke, Takashi Kondou, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Konishi Katsuyuki, Toriumi Kousuke

Author Note: We are excited to present you the first of the three drama cds for the triplets birthday! We have much plan and can’t wait for you guys to see. Also a little bit of a disclaimer. Make sure to say happy birthday to your favorite pervert!

_The scene starts in Laito room.

*Beep Beep*

Laito: Puwahhh… Mmm, looks like its time to get up~ Oh my, what a beautiful morning. The bats are squeaking, the sun is setting, and a gorgeous full moon is rising up. Ready to fill me with magnificent power~

_Laito get’s out of bed and head towards his vanity.

Laito: But what makes today even better is…Nfu~ today is my birthday~ The one day of the year were I, Laito Sakamaki, am celebrated for gracing this shitty world with my glorious presence. Not to mention the gifts I’ll receive from all my, fufu~, cute little subjects. And Bitch-Chan of course~ Oh the fun we’ll have together. All the naughty, dirty, lustful fun~ I can just imagine how grand it all shall be. It’s a shame I have to share it with those to idiots but beggars can’t be choosers after all~ Now I should get ready for my big day.

*Foot steps*

_Laito grabs a towel and heads towards the bathroom.

*Time Skip*

Laito: Haaah…What a good shower~ Not only do I smell fresh, but I was even able to give myself a , fufu , early birthday present. Now time to pick out an outfit suitable for a prince such as myself~ Now lets see, hmm what to wear? Ah so many decides, how can I pick just one when they’ll all look dashing on me? Being this beautiful is so hard! Haaah… well it can’t be help. I’ll just have to live with this gorgeous body forever….Not that I’m complaining of course~. Ooh, what’s this?

*Shuffles*

Laito: Hmm? Ah its a suite. I don’t remember buying this one. Oh, there is a note on the side. “Dear Laito, Happy Birthday. Today is all about you and it should be celebrated to the fullest. Inside the box is custom tailored suit, fit for a king such as yourself. I do hope you will wear it with your signature style. Have a divine birthday. From, Anonymous.”

_Latio takes of the outfit from the box’s and throw it on his.

Laito: Anonymous, huh? Hmm, just whoever got be such a nice gift? Gasp! It couldn’t be, one of my brothers. Could it? Maybe, just for toady. They put aside their hatred and envy towards me so they could buy me a gift? That’s so….pfft… Hahaha! That’s so fucking disgusting~ There no way those bastards would ever give me something this nice. Unless it was laced in so deadly poison of course. Sooo, if it’s not one of them, then that means….hehe

*Inhales*

Laito: Ahh~ That could only mean~ Oh Bitch-Chan, you impish little girl~ Sneaky into my bedroom in the middle of the night while I slept. Just to give me a present before you were too shy~ How adorable~ Nfu~ I wonder what else she could’ve done as I was sleeping…Mmm~ I can already imagine that lewd look on her face when she saw me all defenseless. Probably itching to run her hands all over my body~ To wordship me with her soft lips, whispering such dirty words in my ear~ Aah, perhaps she wanted to straddle herself onto me, slowly removing that sheer little nightgown. Revealing that pale supple nape full of the most delectable crimson ambrosia~ Oooh, the more I fantasize, they dryer my throat becomes. Perhaps I should finish getting ready so I can, hehe, personally, thank Bitch-Chan for such a lovely little gift~.

_Laito takes out the suit.

Laito: Not too bad, if I do say to myself. But then again, don’t I always look extravagant in everything I wear~ However, one last touch is needed before I achieve ultimate perfection. My trusty fedora~ Once I place it on, Bitch-Chan won’t be able to resist me~ Now, where did I put it?”

*Ruffle Ruffle*

Laito: Heeh? That’s strange. I could’ve sworn I left it on the dresser. Maybe it just fell over.

*Creak*

Laito: ….Not there. I probably misplaced it. Somewhere….in here. Not under my bed. It’s not in my closet. It isn’t in my bathroom. I couldn’t have lost it. No only forgetful people lose stuff. My memory is in top performance. I distinctly remember getting home from karaoke and putting my hat right here on my dresser. Where I always put it. I probably just didn't look hard enough. I’ll check one more time. It has to be somewhere. *Gulps* It has to be…

_Laito runs around his room, searching for his hat. Throwing clothes everywhere and pushing furniture out of the way.

Laito: …. I-It’s not here. H-How the hell is that p-p-possible. I l-l-left it on my dresser. Im sure I did! So why isn’t it here?! How is this even- wait. What if I didn’t misplace my fedora? What if, someone took it? After all, I do live with a bunch of thieving, lying, rodents. Something like this would be right up their alley~ Messing with me on my big day, getting a kick out of seeing my panic. Well, I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me lose it. I’ll find the bastard who dares takes my things. And when I do, fufu~, let's just say. It’s going to be one bloody birthday~

*Time Skip*

*Knock Knock*

_In Yui room.

Yui; Huh? Hello who is it?

_From the other side of the door.

Laito: Hey Bitch-Chan~ Its Laito-kun. Could you please opened the door for me? There something I wanna ask you.

Yui: Oh sure! Just give me one second.

*Click*

Yui: Hey Laito-kun, come on in. You said you have something to tell—

_Laito pins Yui to the wall.

Yui: L-Laito-kun! What’s the meaning of this?! Let go!

_Yui struggles against him

Laito: Uh uh Bitch-Chan let's not get too hasty now~ I just want to have a little chat with you, that’s all~ So why don’t you stop struggling and listen to what I have to say.

Yui: If that’s the case could you at least let me go? Your really hurting my wrist.

_Laito moves his face closer.

Laito: Aww, sorry Bitch-Chan~ Unfortunately I can’t do that just yet. Who knows what will happened if I let you out of my grasp for even a second. You might try to escape, and we can’t have that. Can we?

Yui: What do you even want from me?!

Laito: Bitch-Chan, Bitch-Chan, acting stupid just to make yourself look like a saint is soo cute! It absolutely just, turns my stomach. How about you cut the angelic act and give me my fedora back before I tear your thin wrist with my fangs.

Yui: Laito what are you even talking about?! I don’t have your fedora, why would I even take it in the first place?!

Laito: Bitch-Chan, unlike my other brothers, I’m not stupid. Im trying to be nice right now but your making it very difficult to be kind. I’ll give you more one chance to tell me the truth or….nfu~…I’ll turn you into a gorgeous little blood splatter~ Speared across your entire room for all my brothers to see.

_Yui shivers

Yui: Laito I’m serious I didn’t take your fedora, honestly! If you don’t believe me then I’ll help you look for it! Just please, let me go.

_Laito thinks for a second.

Laito: ….Fine. If you help me find my fedora, then I’ll show you mercy.

_Yui sighs in relief.

Laito: However, if we can’t find it and I find out that you’ve lied to me…Aah~ I’ll turn you into my personal buffet~ I’ll rip you up into delectable little pieces and slowly devour your sweet body bit by bit. Until the only thing left of you, is a strain of hair~ Okay?

Yui: Yes of course! I c-completely understand. Anyway, I think we should head to Reiji-San's room first. He normally knows where everything is so he might have some insight on where your fedora is.

Laito: Hmm~, not a bad idea Bitch-Chan. Maybe you aren’t as ditzy as I thought. Now, shall we get going?

Yui: Ah, yes. Let’s head over.

*Clack Clack*

_Scene sifts to the hallway.

Laito: Hey Reiji-San~ its meee, your amazing, splendid, beautiful younger brother~ Are you there?

_No answer.

Yui: Hmm, maybe he’s in the middle of reading or something. I’ll knock on the door.

*Knock Knock*

Yui: Excuse me, Reiji-san. We need to talk to you right now. Can you open the door please?

_No answer.

Laito: Ehh? Why is Reiji ignoring us Bitch-Chan? Thats so meannn! Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to, go in ourselves~

Yui: Wait Laito-kun! I don’t think Reiji-san will appreciate us barging in his room unannounced. Perhaps we should just wait out here until he—huh? Laito? Where did he-

Laito: Hurry up Bitch-Chan. Your such a slow poke~

Yui: Did you not here I word I said?! We shouldn’t be in her without Reiji-san's permission. *mumbles* I though vampires were suppose to ask before entering somewhere…

Laito: Not if it's their own house Bitch-Chan~ Stop mumbling under your breath and relax. He’s not even here right now so there is nothing to worry about. Now, go search on that side of the room and I’ll search on this side. Make sure not to make too much noise~ You can do that after we’ve found my hat.

_Yui face flush.

Yui: Ummm, l-looks like its not in this cabinet. I’ll go check over there now…

Laito: Nothing in these drawers either. Oh, now what do we have here~ Ohh Bitch-Chan, look what I’ve found~

Yui: Huh? Did you find your—

*Crack*

Yui: N-no way…Laito, please don’t tell me what I think that is…

Laito: Oh but Bitch-Chan, we both know exactly what this is~ Reiji favorite whip. Beautifully hand crafted by the finest craftsman in the demon realm. He threaten us with this so many times, get a kick out of touring us. It’s not so secret little kink of his. Say, Bitch-Chan. I've always wanted to have a go this thing myself. Unfortunately I never got a chance to…until now~

Yui: L-L-Laito…we’re supposed to be looking for your hat right? S-so why don’t you put it down and we-

_Laito pushes Yui on the bed.

Laito: Nfu~…Bitch-Chan~ Come on, there is no need to be shy~ I just want to have a little fun with you before Reiji gets back. Besides, the smell of your blood has been tempting me since I came to your room~ My fangs are just aching to get a taste of you~ So be a good girl and let me fill you steamy hot pleasure…fufu~

* Tears*

Yui: Laito! Stop it before Reiji—

_The door opens.

Reiji: Ahh, what a splendid shower. Hmm, I think I’ll have a hot cup of tea after drying off, then relax in my chair with a good boo-

_They make eye contact with each other.

Reiji:…..

Laito&Yui: *Sees Reiji in a towel*

Reiji, Laito, and Yui: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

_Reiji towel falls

Reiji, Laito, and Yui: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

_Reiji covers himself up

Reiji: WHAT ARE TWO DEVIANTS DOING IN MY ROOM?! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!

Laito: AH my eyes! Uwaaa, I’m blind! Let’s get out off here Bitch-Chan!

_Laito covers Yui’s eyes

Yui: I’m so sorry Reiji-San!

_Laito teleports them out of the room

Reiji: What in the?! Laitooooooo! YOU TWO GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!

*Time Skip*

_Scene changes to the hallway

Laito: Ugh…I feel nauseous….I think I’m going to puke again!

Yui: God, I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me! I didn’t mean to see one before I got married, it was an accident! Please forgive me!

Ayato: Geez! Why the hell are you two hollering like a couple of banishes! Y’all being more annoying than Kanato!

Kanato: Ayato….I suggest you hold your tongue, before I rip it out from your ass! Although, he’s not wrong. Why are you two wailing like as if someone ate your chocolate cake. Im the only one who’s allowed to do that!

Laito: We saw…*gag* something absolutely fucking atrocious! Oh it was horrible…my eyes…my poor,poor, eyes….I don’t think I can see anymore… Ayato, Kanato, is that you? I can only here your voices but I don’t know where you are.”

_Kanato slaps him in the back of the head.

Kanato: Will you snap out of it! It takes a lot more to make you go blind then whatever you saw. Anyway, were you two the reason why we heard shouting from Reiji's room?

Ayato: Yeah I heard that too! Chichinashi, you have the most girliest scream I’ve ever heard! That shit was loud.

Yui: Huh, what are you talking about Ayato-kun? That scream came from La-

_Laito puts his hand over her mouth.

Laito: Yep that sure was a loud scream she made. Right, Bitch-Chan?

_Smiles at Yui darkly.

Yui: *coughs* Y-Yeah, that was all me. Definitely…just me and no one else…Oh yeah! By the way guys, Laito misplaced his hat and were trying to find it. Have you guys seen it by any chance?

Kanato: Ha! I told you that if you wore it all the time you’d eventually lose it. But you didn’t listen~ Thats karma for you~

Laito: I didn’t lose it! I distinctly remember placing in on my dresser when I went to bed. Also, your not one to talk Kanato-Kun. I can’t possibly imagine what would happened if your teddy suddenly went..nfu~ missing. What a shame that would be~

_Kanato glares at Laito

Kanato: If you ever, talk so vulgarly about Teddy ever again…I’LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT WITH MY BARE FANGS!

Ayato: Kanato will you calm the fuck down! I swear one of these days you bitches will make me lose my fucking hearing! Damn!

Kanato: Fuck off Ayato before I—

Ayato: In any case, did you check your room to make sure you didn’t just leave it there back accident?

Kanato: Don’t ignore—

Laito: Of course. That was the first thing I did. But it wasn’t in my room. We checked Reiji's room as well but it wasn’t there.

Kanato: STOP INTERRUPTING—

Ayato: I suggest checking Shu's room. That guy is always taking shit that’s not his. Plus you did piss him off yesterday remember?

Kanato: YOU BAST—

Laito: Hmm, good idea. After all it wouldn’t be beneath that guy to be so petty~ To think that he’s the oldest. Fufu~ What a joke~

_Kanato starts losing his shit on the floor.

Yui: Um guys. I think there’s something wrong with Kanato.

Ayato: Eh? What you talking about Chichinashi? He’s fine.

Kanato: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Laito: Yeah that’s normal. Nevertheless, Bitch-Chan. Shall we go to Shu’s room?

Yui: Yeah sure, let's get going.

Ayato: Hold up! I’m coming with. Beats doing my chores.

Laito: Kay. More people to help search. Let’s go~

Ayato:Alright. Come on Kanato, lets go.

Kanato: *Foaming from the mouth*

*Time Skip*

_Scene changes to Shu room.

Latio: Oh, the doors open. Hellooo~ Shu-Shu~ Are you here ? Your adorable baby brothers are coming in.

Ayato: Gross man! Trust me, none y’all ugly mugs could ever been considered adorable. Now me on the other hand, am chiseled like a Greek good.

Kanato: Oh, well whoever sculpted you clearly was either blind, deaf, or both because he didn’t do a good job that’s for sure.

Ayato: Shouldn’t you still be rolling in in your rabies or something?

Kanato: I stopped doing that 10 minutes ago you fu—

Yui: Boys! Enough fighting! We need to be quiet. Look.

_Points at Shu sleeping

*snore*

Yui: If we make any sudden movements or any unnecessary nosies , then he’ll wake up before we even get a chance to search his room. We’ll each check a section of the room and then get out as quickly as possible. Okay?

Latio: *Whisper* Aah~ I love it when Bitch-Chan gets all serious~ It makes your blood smell all that more pungent~

Ayato: *Whisper* Oi! Cut it out Laito. Odd-Sama never gave you permission to touch her! If you want her blood you’ll have to ask me first. And the answer is no!

Kanato: *You two suck as whispering! All your doing is shouting very softly! Shut up before he wakes up!

*Rustle*

Ayato, Laito, Kanato, and Yui:..

Shu: Mmm….

Yui: *whsiper* And this is why we need to be quiet. Now, start searching before he actually wakes up.

_The nod and start looking.

Kanato: Nothing on the desk.

Laito: It’s not under the couch.

*Shuffles*

Ayato: Dresser is clear too.

_Yui puts her hand under the bed.

Yui: I don’t feel anything under—huh? What is that?

*Squish Squish*

Yui: *Pulls something from under the bed* What the!?

Laito: Hmm? Did you find something Bitch-Chan———Oh my~ Well that’s really, unexpected, fufu~ Hey boys~ Come look what Bitch-Chan found under our big brothers bed.

Ayato: Huh? What did Chichinashi find—-no fucking way! Haha! You’ve gotta be kidding me! Kanato! Kanato! Look what was under Shu bed!

Kanato: What? Oh my! Ewwwww! Gross! Gross! Gross! That is so disgusting! I think I’m going to throw up! Yuck!

Yui: Huh? Guys I’m confused What is this? It’s big cylinder with a really big opening…

Laito: Well~ You see Bitch-Chan, when guys need a bit of a, relieve they—

Shu: Get the hell out of their brothers room for making so much noise.

Ayato: Son of a—when did you wake up?!

Shu: Ive been awake every since I heard Laito girly voice in the doorway. Ugh, who the hell do you all think you are sneaking into my room while I’m trying to sleep.

Laito: First of all, my voice isn’t girly you piece if shit~ Next, were trying to find my fedora. You see it went missing and were searching around the manor to find it. Trust me~ If we didn’t have to check in here, I wouldn’t step foot in here. Thats for sure~

Shu: Tch, well sorry to disappoint you but your rancid smelling fedora isn’t in here. Why would I even take it?

Laito: Fufu~ You were probably trying to imitate my look~ But sorry to disappoint you, you’ll never be as stunning as I am. So, don’t even try it. Ok-ay~

Shu: Heh, your delusional if you I’d ever want to look like your ugly mug. I’d rather eat a bowl of worms than look like you. Now if you brats have nothing better to do. I suggest I get out before I make you.

Laito: Oh really~ Because to me it sounds like-

_Yui grabs his arm.

Yui: Come on Laito, lets go and search some else. Sorry for bargains into your invited Shu-San. We’ll leave you to your rest. Let’s go guys.

Shu: At least someone here as common sense. Get out and stop making so much noise. Im going back to…zzzz

_The door closes.

*Time Skip*

Kanato: Well, that was a wasted of time. Now where are we suppose to look for his hat?

Ayato: How the hell am I suppose to know. Im all fresh out of good ideas. Oi Chichinashi, where do you think we should check next?

Yui: Hmm, I’m not so sure. Laito-Kun, where was the last place had your hat before you went to bed?

Laito: Hmm~ Good question Bitch-Chan~ The last place I recall having my hat with me was~….Oh yeah the dining room. I was on my phone talking with some of my…nfu~..ladies. No need to be jealous Bitch-Chan~ Your still my number one. Anyway, we should check there next.

_Scene change to the dining room entrance.

Kanato: Huh? Look, its Subaru.

Ayato: Oh it is. Oi Subaru! Why are you standing in front of the door? We need to get in. Move it.

Subaru: No can do. Reiji told me that no one is allowed in here until later on. I didn’t want to do it but he said he would increase my allowance if I did so. So, I am.

Yui: How come Reiji said that none of us can go in there?

Subaru: How the hell am I supposed to know that? He just said I need to make sure no one goes in before 5:30.

Kanato: 5:30? But that’s like in 6 more minutes. Just let us in for a few seconds then we’ll leave before Reiji har turns grey.

Subaru: Tch, that wasn’t funny you bastard. Just for that, your asses definitely aren’t getting in. Now if you guys have no more business here, then vamoose.

Ayato: Huh?! Who the hell die and made you king. You either let us go through or I’ll turn your face into a fucking pancake.

Subaru: Ha! Oh is that right . Fine by me, I was getting bored of just standing here. Kicking your ass will be some well deserved entertainment,

*Crack Crack*

Yui: Crap this isn’t good. I should stop this before something gets ruin…Uh, Subaru-Kun! I just remember, I need your help with something. Can you please come with me?

Subaru: Huh? Can’t you see I’m busy right now?! I’ll help you after I’m done with him.

_Yui walks in front of Subaru.

Yui: Please Subaru. I really need your help.

_Gives him the puppy dog eyes.

Ayato: Butt out Chichinashi! Can’t you see I’m about to hand Subaru his ass—

Subaru: W-Well I guess since you ask, I guess I don’t mind. Let’s go.

Yui: Great lets go. I’ll be right back guys.

*Clack Clack*

Laito: Bye Bitch-Chan~ thanks for the distraction. Great now that our baby brother is out of the way, shall we go inside?

Kanato: I guess. That took way to look. Let’s just find your hat so I can go to bed.

Ayato: Agree. I have some takioyaki in the fridge with my name on it. Let’s get this over with.

*Beep Beep*

Ayato&Kanato: Oh, my phone is ringing.

_They read the message.

Ayato&Kanato: …

Ayato: Uh I just remember that I have homework to do. Don’t we Kanato?

Kanato: Homework?…Oh yeah! Yes we sure do! You can handle searching for your fedora yourself right Laito?

Laito: Ehh~ Since when do you two do homewor—

Ayato: Ok Kanato let’s go!

Kanato: Right! We’ll be right back Laito.

_They walk away.

Laito: Fufu~ I wonder what’s got them so anxious to tell me such a crappy lie. Oh well~ Back to just me I guess. Now, time to find my fedora.

*Creak*

Laito: Geez its so dark~ Where is that light switch? Ah! Found it.”

_Turns on the lights

Laito: Alright, time to sear—

_Everyone jumps from behind the the table.

Everyone: Surprise! Happy Birthday Laito!

Laito: Oh my! What is all of this?!

Yui: It’s your surprise birthday party!

Ayato: They’ve been planning it since last week.

Kanato: But apparently they didnt tell us because they said that, “you guys are blabber mouth* and *you guys wont be able to keep your mouth shut* or whatever.

Subaru: We weren’t wrong, if we told you two then the surprise would be ruin.

Shu: This party was a pain in the ass to plan and set up so you’ll be the one to clean it up.

Reiji: Excuse you, all you did was sleep during the preparations. You have no right to talk about being overwork.

Shu: Your nagging is making me…zzzzz

Reiji: Insufferable dead beat. In any case, Laito since your the main character of today. You should take your seat in the center.

Laito: Ooh~ Don’t mind if I do~

_Laito sits down.

Ayato: And here’s your birthday crown. But remember, your only allowed to wear it for today. The only true king in this house is me.

Kanato: Im pretty sure you mean me. Im the second oldest so I should get to wear the crown after him.

Ayato: Well according to Japanese mythology, the third triple is the eldest triple. Which basically means I’m older than both of you!

Laito: Oh is that so Ayato-kun~ If that’s true then how come I act way more mature than you do~ Because I actually am the real oldest~

Ayato: You trying to start something with me?!

Laito: Of course not~ After all, I don’t fight with little virgins~

Ayato: Oi what the hell?! You wanna die birthday boy?!

Laito: Mmm, no thanks I’m good~ But you can go keel over for me as a birthday gift~ I’d really appreciate it~

Ayato: You mother-

*Squeak Squeak*

Reiji: What? A familiar, what is it doing here?

Yui: Look, it has a present with it.

Kanato: I think that present is for Laito

Laito: Hmm~ What could this be?

Ayato: Look there is a not on the side

Subaru: It says, “Dear Nephew, I hope you had a wonderful birthday full of fun. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to make it to your mini celebration, but I sent a familiar to give you a very special gift. I hope you enjoy. Once again, Happy Birthday. From, Uncle Richter.” What the hell? A special gift?

Shu: It’s probably full of dead rats and snakes. I wouldn’t open it if I was you.

Laito: You aren’t wrong, however~ I am just a but curious to see what are bastard of an Uncle gave me~ Plus I can just burn it afterwards.

_Opens the box.

Yui: Oh my god! It’s—

Laito: My fedora!

Ayato: What the fuck!? He had it the entire time?

Kanato: Gross he snuck into your room and took it! If I were you, i’d burn it and just buy a new one.

Laito: Don’t worry I’ll give it a nice clean. After we get this party started of course!

Ayato: Yeah your right! Let’s party wooooo!

Kanato: Let’s cut some cat!

Yui: Alight everyone, lets do it one more time on three. 1…2..3!

Everyone: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAITO!

Laito: Thanks everyone! Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday Laito!

______ The End ______

[just-ice-water-plz2]

💜💜my **personal** reasons to💜💜 🖤 🖤get skinnier🖤🖤 💜

⚠️TW TOXIC⚠️

*** friendly reminder: Summer/June is only 50 days away.***

**notice I said personal reasons meaning only pertaining to me myself and I <3**

🖤to see how jealous my friends get when they see how skinny I am. Remember when she said she was jealous of my legs?! Don’t you want that again?!

💜feeling so pretty and put together no matter what clothes I’m wearing.

🖤to wear my clothes and not have the clothes wear me. I am the main statement piece to every outfit.

💜to make people so envious when they see me enjoying treats and so people think I’m one of those “natural skinny” girls.

🖤to make my bf worry about me.

💜to be noticeably skinnier the next time he holds me.

🖤to look so fragile that people are scared I might break or blow away in the wind.

💜how good it feels knowing I’m underweight. I need to be more underweight. Being a healthy weight is disgusting.

🖤noticing how much women (especially older women) stare at me in envy when I’m just shopping and going about my day in a cute little outfit.

💜to pick the smallest size possible when ordering or trying on clothes

🖤everything looks better skinny

💜to see how people react when they’re in my presence. They’re astounded.

🖤hearing that family members are talking behind my back calling me an0r3xic. They’re just jealous.

💜when a family member says “enjoy your body while you have it. I was skinny at your age too” and now they’re overweight, single with 5 children. I will NEVER look like her. Ever.

🖤being the skinniest person in my friend group

💜the haters want me to gain. Why am I letting them win and feel that satisfaction of seeing me gain. Disgusting. I need to prove them super wrong and be so smoking hot and skinny this summer 💋💋.

🖤 hearing my sister tell me how jealous she is that im so tall and we“naturally skinny” **is anybody really naturally skinny?**

💜seeing how everyone turns their head to look at me at work. Motivates me to look cute at work too.

🖤I just want to be the definition of a dainty, fragile, gorgeous women.

💜when my friend says she wants to be skinny like me.

🖤people telling me I should be a model bcuz I’m so tall and skinny. I need to stop gaining and get back into my skinny grinding era. I’m working on it I swear 😭

💜being skinny is a lifestyle.

🖤**unfriendly reminder** she’s still skinnier than you. Why are you eating for an entire family of 4??! Stop gaining it’s not f***ing cute 😐

💜life is just worth living when you’re skinny. I want to go out and show off my hard work not hide in my house covering my fat rolls. Never again.

🖤knowing how much more attractive being skinny makes you. I was average before but now I’m skinny and gorgeous.

💜knowing I make someone feel bad about their body just by existing in the same room as them. I can tell by people’s reactions when they’re insecure bcuz I’m all dressed up and skinny.

🖤to not be insecure. I was so insecure when I was fat but now I’m skinny so what is there to be insecure about? Except now you’ve gained so apparently there’s a lot to feel bad about.

💜to have a “cheat day” that’s still in a cal deficit bcuz my stomach has shrunk so much I can barley eat without feeling stuffed.

🖤I just love the feeling of knowing I am the one making others jealous instead of me being the jealous one. most of the time. Why not all the time?

💜to wear a bikini this summer and only seeing everyone else’s fat rolls. Not a single one in sight on me. Not if you keep eating like this.

🖤people treat skinnier people better. I know from experience. I love it, it makes me feel so special.

💜if these are my “best years” in life I will have the best body to match these “best years”. And I will have an amazing body still as I age. I will never “let myself go.” Disgusting.

🖤to make my one friend who also has an ed jealous. She always makes me jealous telling me how she only weighs 97lbs. I want to make her jealous. I’m taller than her by a few inches so I definitely can get skinnier than her without going so low. So why haven’t you done it yet?

💜bcuz my so called “best friends” were talking bad about me behind my back so the best revenge is to be the skinniest and hottest one in the group. Talk shit about that you f**king b***h. I always over dress everywhere and get the most compliments as revenge. I have other more real friends who would never.

🖤to make my “friends” even more jealous. I know that’s why they’re talking about me bcuz I’m glowing up so hard right now and they simply cannot handle it. I need to glow up more. I want to see them seeth with jealousy just with my existence.

💜to feel my bones more. I miss feeling my bones like I used to.

🖤to feel how you felt at your LW. Wasn’t that amazing and so thrilling to see the scale say “104lbs.” Why did you stop there? You must get started on losing the f***ing 13+lbs you gained. Gross.

💜 i <3 b e i n g s k i n n y💜

[confundida25]

I need to talk about them, so lets talk about them!

First of all, i love them, i love the modern clothes, i love the vibe, the dancing theme, everything!

The consistecy! Irida look so cute, so unbelievable cute, i adore the black top and the weird sleeves over the top, in the animation of the dancing you can tell they are two different pieces, wich is complete in brand with Irida honestly bizarre original outfit, she like the overintricade clothes, The golden belt is nice but what really sell the look for me are the big chunky shoes. Irida IS the girls with the big chunky shoes, i love that that prevails no matter what she is wearing. Same for the shorts, she is a short girl, i bet she is hot and swety for all the dance and Irida just hate it so her body need to breathe, good for her. Also also the cherry on top is the little bow in her head, cute, young, fresh, honestly she is the moment.

I like that is not her normal shade of pink, is slighly different so its feel similar but not like if she is force to only wear one color. the color match with her zoroark companion not exactly with her original palet.

In resume Irida look like a real girl in a modern dance competition, i could see a teenager using this for an event. Also the alternative colors are really nice, the purple is cool. 10/10

I must admit im not a huge fan of Adaman´s outfit. Im sorry, he look like a secondary caracther in a 90´s movie. still handsome and everything, but because is him. The jacket over the hodie, is not very inspired and i don´t understeand the sun print over his chest?? like what are those??. The blue is just his normal shade of blue... and the black is like... ok i guess. What i really like is the detail of the necklace, i feel like that is on brand with his style, the sligly high hairstyle and what i think is a watch on his wrist?? Adaman should wear a watch, one of those super precise conect with a satelite kind of watch and he should be unsefearable because of that.

Also also, the alternative yellow version is hideous.

Adaman is a like a 7/10. i have seen better fanarts of modern clothes for him, still fun tought.

In resume, i love them and i envy all of you for having a good phone that allow you to play the game. I scream when i saw the video and hear their voices, i can´t belive they have voices.

[kaelinlikespeas]

Kaino and Rosie HCs again!! (Supa Strikas)

Everything platonic except Ja Nein,Miko and Tiger !!

'Kaino Lin' (She/They)

She's Malaysian-Chinese(even though her name originated from Finland)

Her parents taught them English first,which was troublesome in her later stages in her life. She struggles a lot in Chinese,but she knows a few words and sentences in her dialect (Hokkien).

She's a minute and 20 seconds older than Rosie.

They usually had some As and frequent B's when grades were shown.

Their handwriting is really good,somehow.

Hates vegetables with all of their heart.

She used to be an errand girl (intern) for Hydra when she was 19 and couldn't describe the experience properly,but she's on good terms with Skipper. (They're friends, your honour)

Her favourite Super League teams are either Supa Strikas or Nakama, there's no in-between. (They're basic,she knows)

When she arrived at SS,she was shocked when she saw Twisting Tiger. They've been a fan of him,even before he joined Supa Strikas.

She mostly watched on TV,even when it was super late at night,she'd turn the volume down and continued watching matches.

But, during their internship,she was mostly awkward around him due to the fact that they'd be working with the Twisting Tiger.

But they grew closer together and became good friends when Tiger noticed her nervousness.

He also got them matching outfits.. (As you have seen in the arts, I post ..)

But back to their hcs,she really loves art and photography and joined many photography competitions. (And got participation medals,trophies,and a few 3rd place medals.)

She would spend their late nights drawing and sketching,which would get Rosie annoyed since they stayed in the same room together. So they had to leave the room to let Rosie get some sleep.

Her side of the room is really clean here and there. But their closet is a huge mess.

She prefers to be alone but wouldn't mind a friend or two to accompany her.

A secret fan of Croccie the smile-dile..

They have the same type of humor as Klaus,a bad one at that. She'd pull a quick joke and have the room turn silent immediately.

She dresses up nicely for some important stuff. (Formal,dates..whatever yada,yada) otherwise you'd see her in their supa strikas singlet,jacket,baggy sweatpants and slippers. (Only wears sneakers whenever she's around ss)

Likes drinking their drinks in those plastic bags that you ikat (tie) and drink out of.

It'd be a miracle if you saw her improve her sleep schedule.

When friends send her gifts,Kaino feels really appreciated. They do,but feel undeserving of them,so she tries to get them better ones.

She can remember the small details of people.

A huge nerd for certain stuff like jellyfish,Inspector Von Spector, and a lot of cartoons she'd remember at the back of her brain.

Randomly can sync the timing of what her and Rosie are saying at the same time.

She's Bisexual in terms of sexuality.

They like savoury things rather than sweet things.

Has a secret collection of beanie boos she would never let go ever in their whole entire life. (She showed it to Tiger,Miko, and Klaus once)

Miko let's them talk about photography mostly to him and really likes it when she yaps about different photos she took on one of their trips.

She has an itabag of Miko and Twisting Tiger but hides them whenever they visit her after the season.

Likes talking to herself for some reason,if you're next to them while they're thinking,you might hear some incoherent mumbling coming from them.

Hates the cold temperature with all her might but loves the air conditioning,they just can't stand the cold winter temp while she was at the Fortress Stadium.

They can fall asleep anywhere,they're just really talented like that.

Sometimes, she envies how easily Rosie could be so social because whenever she tried to,Kaino was just considered really awkward.

'Rosie Lin' (She/It)

Actually really bad at speaking Chinese too,like it's sibling.

Younger and gets annoyed whenever Kaino pulls out 'I'm the oldest' card.

Really likes doodling,would doodle everywhere when she was younger,and still loves it to this day,and surprisingly rlly good at it.

Gets away with practically anything,it's like magic. (Aswell during her internship,but it's a 50/50 chance if she gets scolded by Colonel or not)

The happiest person you can be around!

Yes,her side of the room is also clean too,and her closet is also neat too.

Was a huge straight B student back then,Kaino and her would always compare grades.

It applied to Iron Tank due to wanting to impress her sister.

She's randomly good at translating bad handwriting,give her a crumpled up note with smudged ink and smudged letters,it would have the message figured out in no time.

Has really, really,good handwriting.

Her favourite Super League teams are Iron Tank (of course!!) And Technicali... (IT'S BEST FRIEND IS ON THERE OF COURSE ITS HER SECOND FAVOURITE.)

She's pansexual !!

She loves vegetables,except for yam..it can't stand yam.

It really loves sweet things! Usually sneaks in a snack or two.

Is really brave to defend a friend if she needs to. Literally doesn't care if they're tall and huge,she's still defending it's friends.

The other Iron Tank members except for Ja Nein treat Rosie like a younger sister, which includes practically annoying her a lot.

Rosie and Ja Nein usually work together and would spend sleepless nights to think of plans (totally not cheating dw) (it is cheating.)

Rosie likes leaning against practically anything or anyone whenever she wants to nap for a bit,she mostly does it to Ja Nein,but not that he doesn't mind. (JaRosie real)

Loves to cook for others,randomly whips up anything in the fridge, and feeds it to her friends,which always end up for them asking for more.

Rosie also makes tea and hot chocolate for Ja Nein and her whenever those sleepless nights happen again.

Likes yapping abt dinosaurs,especially the Velociraptor. (Ja Nein has heard her speak abt it a dozen of times)

She can yap abt random things and be so inconsistent with its topics to the point she flips through everything and literally just talks randomly.

Hates it whenever a room turns quiet all of a sudden,so it'd ask a question and hopes it would revive a conversation (usually works except for her team)

Likes reading a ton of comics,would also yap abt those comics..

Also a fan of Croccie the Smile-dile,but is actually more open to it than Kaino is.

Has an in-progress ita bag of Ja Nein hidden in her room.

Loves badges and bottle caps,she really likes collecting them and keeps them in a small trinket box.

It was not easy for her to immediately get used to the cold temperatures at Iron Tank,to the point where she got a small cold the first week there,but it got used to it soon enough.

Has a random sense of humor,she laughs at everything.

It has a good fashion style,likes wearing cute things when the season's over, and Ja Nein and her have some time to hang out together.

It wears mostly comforting and pinkish colors and loves,loves winter outfits with all of her heart. She also dresses up really well for events and really likes them.

Gets annoyed whenever Kaino does something very late,since Rosie liked it when they both had synced sleeping times to the point Kaino had to go into another room to continue whatever they were doing to let Rosie sleep.

Rosie likes it when someone praises her for her hardwork. And always responds with a smug reply.

Accidentally says something really dumb whenever Colonel,Uber,Ja Nein, and her are discussing plans of totally not cheating, and gets really embarrassed if no one gave her a proper reply.

She envies Kaino's smarts,even though Rosie was a bit above average,it feels the need to be better somehow.

Credit to Pinterest for the photos,what would I do without it..