#'there are no poc in the show!' well I promise there ARE good shows with characters of color in them watch some of those sometime

[neverendingford]

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[splatoonpolls]

a really long analysis about fanon Marina and the flanderization by fandom she has gotten

fanon marina (the version created by the fans) mainly focuses on two things, her being autistic coded and her being basically confirmed to be a lesbian. And I do think this has to do with her being VERY much like a typical splatoon fan in many people’s eyes. Her being a nerdy queer neurodivergent person. This is also why other parts, especially her relationship with her being an octoling gets often locked away. Subconsciously at least

if Marina was a book, several chapters would focus on her identity as a dome octoling. Her being autistic would probably pop up here and there, but it wouldn’t be a whole chapter. But her very much gay relationship with Pearl would definitely have a few chapters. But with people focusing on those few lines and chapters rather than the whole book. People would slowly ignore the other chapters, get shocked like Adam Sandler learning Pac-Man was the bad guy in the hit movie pixels.

the splatoon fandom’s western side is mainly white Americans and Europeans. Which is one reason why the fanon Marina doesn’t focus on her identity as an octoling, but also on how many details are not really told to the player. Marina barely shows her ears, which can both be read as her having sensory issues (which is a super valid headcanon(, but also her not feeling super comfortable with her body. With her ears being a reminder of her “you are with people who still think you are only going to steal stuff”. Her tentacles may be weird, she may lack the eyeliner an inkling has. But those things can simply be a stylistic choice. Her ears can’t be one. They are too different. I also know the DLCS focuses more on her identity as a dome octoling. However many can understand how her arc as a whole can be paralleled to the real life experiences of people belonging to marginalized ethnic communities. I also want to point, while writing this. I realized (which many people probably already did). Dome octolings you see outside of the domes (splatoon 2 octolings, Marina, Acht, Paul), are all refugees. They are all characters who grew up in a society that had been shunned for decades, even centuries. That society ended up being oppressive both due to external and internal issues. They know the society they’re living in is no longer a good place to live in. So they escape. Hoping to find a place that will take them on. For agent 8, Marina, and Paul. They found a safe place. Acht wasn’t super lucky however. They were told they could find a “promised land” only to be left in even more ruin before. So not only does Marina’s character arc focus on her being a part of an ethnic minority, but a refugee at that. so why does fanon marina usually avoid that part of her? Well as a mentioned before. Marina has three things that makes her very relatable. While the more backstory focused things are less relatable to a way smaller margin of the splatoon fandom. A way smaller part of the fandom are poc in a very white country. And a very small percentage are refugees.

if we removed Marina’s backstory. We would still be left with the fanon version. A nerdy autistic lesbian who deeply loves Pearl. I love how Nintendo got a game that also isn’t afraid to show a society that cares about queer people if not is queer centric itself. Which is probably why many people cling to that part of Marina. But if we removed that part. What would we be left with? Well, we would have an octoling refugee who is a trained soldier and can create weapons of destructions (and she would still be in love with Pearl, it is an important part of her backstory). im not saying the splatoon fandom’s openness to lgbtq and neurodivergent people is a bad thing just because they boil down one of the most plot heavy characters down to those things. It is actually a really great thing to have a fandom that is open to these marginalized groups.

i just want to say, due to this love for Marina being a character you can relate to. It feels like certain parts of Marina’s character (which can also be very relatable to some) is being drifted away to the more lore centric side of the fandom. Which will lead to a sort of fandom flandarization which is very unintentional and just done due to a love of Marina as a character.

If you’ve read this an disagreed, that is fine. Character writing is a very subjective thing

[lucidfairies]

ride it [a.a]

pairing: gymrat!abby x pilates princess!reader

synopsis: abby normally enjoys going to the gym alone, but on the rare occasion that you ask to come, she never passes it up. (based on a tiktok I reposted!!)

warnings: heavily self indulgent on the reader part and my gym experiences, poc friendly, not exactly smut but SUGGESTIVE, subby abby

"y/n, I'm going to the gym, be home later." abby yelled up the stairs, trying to get your attention from whatever you were working on up there.

"baby, can I come? I haven't gone in a while." you yelled back, hopping up from your spot on your guy's shared bed, quickly grabbing a workout set and stripping to get it on.

"if you change fast enough." she joked. the set was pink, just a bra and shorts, but it fit what you normally did at the gym, which was yoga or a pilates workout. it was nothing compared to abby, who did extensive lifting.

when you got downstairs, abby was leaning against the wall in a muscle tee and shorts, but her shirt happened to be pink as well. "we're matching." you grinned, pulling her attention from her phone as you gently pressed your hand to her chest, pushing up on your toes to kiss her softly.

the ride to the gym was relaxed; abby's hand gripping to your thigh as you hummed along to the songs on the radio and tried to find a good workout video.

the gym wasn't packed, which was good. you hated working out in front of other people, and you especially hated when other people looked at abby when you guys were working out together. "what are you working today?" you asked her as you walked in.

"legs. worst fucking day of the week." you rolled your eyes. "you should try some of the stuff I do. it could be fun, y'know?" you looked back at her as you opened the door to the locker room.

"abs... have you looked at your quads recently? I don't think I could do half the shit you do." abby grinned, like it was funny how much bigger she was compared to you.

"not with the same weight, dumbass. just the same exercise. please sweetheart, I promise it'll be fun." she tossed her bag in a locker with yours and locked it. you sighed.

"fine. but if I don't like it, I'm going back to what I had planned." abby grinned, grabbing your waist as you left the locker room.

you both warmed up on the treadmill, then she took you to various machines –the leg press, leg extension, hip abduction– and explained how to use them, then showed you while she did it. it was embarrassing how much weight you could do compared to her, but you couldn't quit now. you were almost having fun.

she brought you to the weight side of the gym, where most of the intense lifters went. that portion of the gym scared the shit out of you. she set up a bench and grabbed a bar, loading an obscene amount of weight onto it.

"these are called KAS hip thrusts, they work your glutes and stuff, I think." you stopped listening after that, consumed in the way she pulled the bar over her lap, held it in place, then thrust her hips up.

she did this every time she was at the gym? regardless of who was watching?

you couldn't tell how much weight was on each side, but that hardly mattered. you were spitting out words before you could even think of what you were saying. "you should do it with me on your lap." she set the weight down and looked up at you, cheeks rosey.

"baby.. I- uh, what if people watch?" she was a stuttering mess, at the thought of doing that to you in public. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, but it would certainly get her worked up, that's for sure.

"what if?" you shrugged. abby complied, obviously, who is she to say no to you, and pushed the bar off of her lap, letting it roll forward.

you straddled her, legs on each side as she pressed her hands behind her head. "you got it, baby." your voice was low, attempting to throw her off her game. it did. she forgot for a moment what she was supposed to be doing until you raised your eyebrow, expediently.

abby's hips rose in the air, bringing you up with them, then slowly dropped, controlled. every time she lifted her hips, your ass pressed perfectly against her clit, and she was getting wetter by the rep. "shit, baby." abby groaned, keeping her hands locked behind her head so she didn't take you right now.

"c'mon abs, just a few more for me." you didn't know how many reps she did for this particular exercise, but four was hardly enough. you placed your hands gingerly under her shirt, just tracing lightly with your nail.

her hips stuttered, surely almost dropping you, but she kept going. when she finally got to her max raps, her hips fell roughly, and she panted, head in the crook of your neck and she tried to calm herself.. and her clit. "put your things away and meet me in the locker room shower." you smirked and stood up, leaving her wet and bothered.

safe to say she fucked you good after that.

tag list: @baumbii @tlouadditc @abbysvictim

[princessofmarvel]

Runaway

summary | thomas has made a deal with a man to help his business. thomas’s only condition? to marry the man's daughter. except she doesn’t want to marry him. 

pairing | thomas shelby x fem!reader

word count | 1.98k

 genre | fluff with some angst?

requested? | yes! i had so much fun writing this! especially since i have never written anything like this before! thank you so much for requesting! please let me know if you like it!

warnings! | arranged marriage? darkish thomas? (not really, i’m just not great at writing dark characters sometimes, lol) not proof read yet!

author’s note! | hey everyone! this main character was written with poc in mind, i have tried my best, but since i am not a person of color please let me know if there is anything i can change to make it better! i hope you enjoy your request! please know that if you have requested something, i promise that i will get to it soon! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

Thomas knew what was happening today, hell his whole family knew. His future bride was coming to birmingham. He struck up a good deal with her father about helping her fathers business about a week ago, then he saw a photo of the man's daughter. The only condition Thomas made? To marry his daughter. Once they agreed, the man said he needed a week to get his family there. By the time they got there, Thomas had already got everything set up to make damn sure the man would be successful in birmingham. Which included a few fights, but Thomas would do it all over again if it meant he could have her. 

They weren’t to meet until the wedding, something her father insisted on. So Thomas stood in a room of the church getting ready, when his brother John busted in. 

“They can’t find her Tommy” was all John said as he huffed as if he was out of breath.

Thomas’s mind began to race. What did he mean they couldn’t find her? Has something happened? Had one of his enemies found out about today and took her? 

“She was getting ready, and asked for a moment to herself, when her mother came back in to check on her, she was gone.” John added as he leaned on the closest chair. 

Thomas stood and took in his brother's words for a moment before he left the room. His future wife was out in Birmingham in her pretty white dress, with no protection and no one was doing anything about it. Her family may not know this city, but Thomas did. He knew what could happen to her if she stayed out there too long. This won’t be an issue when they’re married, and she has his last name. She could kill someone and get away with it then, but right now no one in Birmingham knows who she is. All they know is that she is a pretty girl in a white wedding dress, and the thought of what could happen to her made him sick.  

Thomas looked everywhere he could think his fiance would be. He couldn’t find her anywhere, the only place he hadn’t checked was the Garrison. 

He walked in to see his bride to be, standing behind the bar making herself what looked like her fourth drink. He walked in slowly, making sure not to scare her. 

“(Y/n)?” He asked as he walked up to the bar. She looked up at him as she continued to make her drink. “I’m Thomas Shelby, your future-”

“I know who you are.” She said, cutting him off. 

“Well, we're supposed to be getting married right now.” He said matter of factly. “So what are you doing here?”

“I’m not marrying you, thought you would have figured that out by now.” She said as she took a sip of her drink. 

Thomas looked at her, making sure to not show how shocked he was that she was speaking to him that way.

“And, why not?” He asked her, now intrigued. 

“I don’t want to, I don't know you.” She said as she finished her drink. 

Thomas moved to be behind the bar where she was. He took her drink from her hand and placed it on the bar. 

“(Y/n)” He said as he towered over her. “Your father has already given me your hand.” 

“I know, I don’t care.” She said as she grabbed her drink back from Thomas.

Thomas just took a moment and stared at the girl as she took her drink back. It was the first time he truly got to look at her. He got to take in the color of her eyes, and the curl of her hair, she truly was beautiful.

“Why exactly are you so against marrying me?” He asked as he stared at her. 

“I want to be my own person, not defined by my father or my husband.” She said not missing a beat. 

“I think I can help with that.” Thomas said, starting to get closer to the girl. “I have a certain reputation, if you’re married to me, you’ll be untouchable.”

“That's still me being defined by my husband.” She said, cutting him off with a small eye roll. 

Thomas took the drink from her and set it back down, but this time, she didn’t turn away from him, she just stared up at him, waiting for him to continue. 

“As I was saying, you would be untouchable, and if you wanted a role in peaky blinder business, you wouldn’t just be “Thomas Shelby's wife”. You would be “(Y/n) Shelby, most feared woman in Birmingham”. You have an opportunity here, the choice is yours.” Thomas said, staring her in the eyes. Normally he would never offer this to someone he just met. But there was something about (Y/n), just the look in her eyes, the way she wasn’t scared of him, how she held herself, how she looked at him with the same amount of intensity he looked a her with, how she didn’t care she was defying the most feared man in birmingham. "Don't let your pride get in the way of a smart decision."

Thomas watches the girl stare at the wall for a moment, him taking in her side profile. Until she finally looked up at him.

"I won't be reduced to just your little wife?" She asked with a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"I'll let you take care of anyone who says you are" He said with a serious look on his face.

The girl gave him a small smile, it was obvious that no one had ever believed in her the way Thomas was right now, that they all thought of her as some weak little girl and nothing more.

"Fine, I'll marry you" She said as she looked up at him with a small smile. 

Thomas wrapped her arm in his and led her out of the Garrison. He held the bottom of her white dress up away from the dirt as he walked them back to the church. 

“You know, you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” She said to him with a small laugh. “It’s bad luck.” 

“I won’t let anything ruin this marriage, trust me.” He said as he opened the church door for her and let her walk in first. Thomas watched as her family whisked her away, knowing that this girl was truly something he had never expected her to be, and he loved it.

[shurisgf]

BEST PART — A. ARETAS ✩

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando gets a tattoo of your name on his chest. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship| FORMAT oneshot | GENRE fluff | WARNINGS none | NOTES sb told me to turn my idea into a oneshot , so here it is !

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to Best Part — H.E.R

Armando had been gone most of the day. His excuse was saying that he was busy doing work at the station, when in reality, he was at the tattoo shop. Getting a tattoo of your name above his heart, because you always told him that your heart would forever and always belong to him. He wanted to get the tattoo as a sign of commitment to you and as a promise that he wears your heart on his chest, and would never intentionally cause you any harm. You are the love of his life, and he might not be as good at showing it or expressing his feelings in an articulate way, but this he knew he could do.

Arriving home, he found you in the bedroom all cuddled up in bed, watching some movie you’d put on.

“Hi baby,” You paused your movie, sitting up in bed, opening your arms signaling to him that you wanted a hug. He smiled at you as soon as he saw you, walking over to where you were and giving you a hug. He then picked you up from the bed and held you up, his hands just under your ass.

“I have a surprise for you beautiful,” He started, putting you down, holding your hand as he walked towards the bathroom. He began to take off his shirt, and you looked at him sideways.

“This is your big surprise…?” You questioned him, he laughed at your confused expression in the mirror. Once his shirt was off you saw his chest wrapped in cling film, wondering what it was. “Ven a quitarlo.” His face filled with excitement, knowing that you would love what he’d done. You walked over as he made room for you to stand in front of him by the counter. Your left hand rested on his bare chest, while your right gently peeled back the film on his chest.

Pulling back the film, your mouth dropped. Seeing your name on his chest placed above his heart. With a tiny crown above the last letter of your name. “Baby,” your eyes welled with tears, and Armando immediately comforted you knowing how much this meant to both you and him. “Shh, don’t cry babe,” He laughed a bit, loving the fact that you loved his new tattoo. “You always say your heart belongs to me, ahora lo mio te pertenece.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering, “I love you.”

GLOSSARY !

Ven a quitarlo — Come pull it off.

Ahora lo mio te pertenece — Now mine belongs to you.

©2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — SHURI'S GF. Do not modify, repost, plagiarize, translate or claim any work posted on this blog without my permission !

TAGLIST; @ghettogirly @milliumizoomi @armandosbabymama @dyttomori @yeahnohoneybye @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @nuggetnat888

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[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 1 // Namor

Pairing: Namor X POC Reader

Warning: SPOILERS If you haven't seen Black Panther 2 / Violence

A/N: Time to roll out the Namor fics! Because that man had me in a chokehold!

Chapter 2

You were fuming. Stuck on this stupid military site in the middle of the fucking ocean with two people pole who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Taking a student's science fair project is one thing, but actually stumbling across vibranium in the middle of the ocean. Yeah that's not good. You have to keep it out of the wrong hands. You promised Shuri. Even if you had to use your powers to do so. 

T'Challa calls it being gifted. You call it being cursed. Being able to manipulate things telepathically. Force fields, mind control and shit. Nothing too extreme like Wanda Maximoff. More of a simplified version. Only difference is you can see through other people's eyes. 

Shuri always wanted to see you do it in person. Wakanda has done so much for you. Saved your life when Killmonger took over, treated your stab wound from battle, and offered their home to you. I made new friends and found a family. You owe them your life. Queen Ramonda, Shuri, T'Challa. The least you could do was help protect what was theirs

"We should leave it alone! You and everyone else heard what the queen of Wakanda said. We can't just go around stealing their resources!" You shouted as the general stood with his arms crossed. 

"Vibranium could be what this nation needs to prevent war. And it's right here at the bottom of the ocean." The other agent spoke and you snapped your head in her direction.

"Taking the vibranium will start a war! Are you guys that dense?" You shouted and then she stood holding her hands out to calm you down.

"Professor. Y/N. Please we are too close to pull back now. The vibranium is right there." She tried to reason with you but you knew the consequences behind this. Especially after hearing the queen's threat. You knew better than to take it lightly. 

"And what if the Wakandans show up. If they decide to take more of a lethal approach? That is a war you won't win." You told her as the general walked closer to the two of you.

"Professor, we brought you out here to help us find and secure the vibranium given your abilities. What we didnt bring you here for was to give us a pep talk. Now if you won't help us, you can go back to that classroom at that university."

It's true they came to you because of your experience with Wakanda and the folklore you grew up on. With you knowing the history of Wakanda and vibranium, you were a perfect pick. You didn't however expect them to actually find it. 

"My pep talk just might save your ass, general. I'm not talking for my health. You wanted me here because I've been there, I know them. Now I'm trying to help you BECAUSE I've been there. This will not end well for you." You sneered in defiance and he scoffed. 

"Fine. We won't need you up here. Take her to her room, and keep her there." You raised an eyebrow as a soldier grabbed your arm, dragging you out the room. 

"Ross will hear about this!" 

After a couple minutes descending the stairs you were now locked in your room with the soldier standing guard at the door. 

"Fucking asshole!" You shouted as you slid your back down the wall to sit on the floor while you held up your hand. The green hue danced around your brown fingers as you stared into the small void it created. You smiled at the memory you had stored away from when you revealed this to Shuri and T'Challa for the first time. How they asked you to stay in Wakanda with them. As much as you wanted to stay, you had to decline because you couldn't leave your younger brother behind. But now your brother is in college and T'Challa is gone. You should've been there. With them. To console them as they did you when your mother died.

"They're making a mistake! War with Wakanda isn't a good thing!" You shouted at the guard and he waved you off. They could be coming for me, you know? I could've contacted them about the vibranium you guys found down there!" You lied through your teeth and grinned when that caught his attention. He turned to you with a horrified stare and you shrugged. 

"They are my friends, you know." You started as you stood on your feet walking towards the door. He went to speak before a couple of gunshots rang out and we both froze. 

"Did you really contact the Wakandans?" He asked with fear laced in his voice. 

"Um no. I was bullshitting you actually. Are we under attack?" You questioned and he readied his weapon before taking a deep breath. 

"Stay here." He said and you shrugged. 

"Not like I have a choice. Wait, don't leave me down here!" You screamed after him as he went to investigate what was going on. You quickly locked the door and shot out a small green sphere into his back as he disappeared up the stairs where you couldn't see him anymore. Closing your eyes your vision was replaced with the soldier's as he slowly approached the top. The general was now a dead man as he hung from the wall by a spear. He looked up into the sky in time to see the chopper get thrown into the ocean.

The soldier's breathing became irregular as he began to panic so you decided to speak to him. "Relax, just hurry up and radio for help." He jumped a bit, startled by the voice in his head and he sighed. 

"I forgot you could do that." He mumbled as he went for the general's radio. "Mayday. We're under attack at the vibranium site. Send a strike team now."

"Copy that. Do you recognize the assailants?" Another voice asked and he looked around. "Wakandans."

"No. These aren't Wakandans." You said and the soldier frowned. 

"Then who-" Without warning your vision came back to you causing you to fall over. The soldier is dead. You sat up to catch your breath as you stared at the door.

"Who the fuck-" you started before the sound of the steps reached your ears. You quickly stood with your arm stretched out aiming at the door ready for whoever it may be. The knob turned once before complete silence engulfed the room. You held my stance as some curls fell in your face. Whatever it is, you're ready for it.

[antlered-angel]

I really hate being in the Hellaverse Fandom sometimes

it’s basically just finding new ways to hate on the show and finding new ways to cancel Vivsepop. it’s exhausting when every fandom interaction is basically walking into a room of horse manure on a 104 degree fahrenheit humid day with a blazing sun at noon.

“oh noooooo everything is red and everyone wears bows and suits” damn how dare a show have a mostly monochromatic color pallete and have characters wear similar attire that was popular across the many time periods they lived in. god forbid the person who created the show make it the way she envisioned it to be (also not to be that guy but i counted 39 characters from the helleverse and only 11 actually had bows on their designs, 8 of which being hazbin hotel characters and 3 being helluva boss characters. do with that info what you will)

“She thinks cursing is good humor!” Viv as been open about the fact that the humor in the show is inspired by seth roland (can’t spell) and Brandon Rogers also does a lot of the jokes on the show, but all talk can focus on is viv and god forbid she try the same humor others have

“oh nooooo, female characters are badly written” are they badly written or are they side characters? are they badly written or is the show you’re watching confirmed to be focusing more on male characters than female characters? hell, hazbin hotel is a female centered show and people tend to focus more on the guys than the gals. idk about yall but i find a lot of the female characters to be written quite well for the time they have in the show i.e verosika mayday, sallie mae, vaggie, carmilla carmine, charlie, lute, velvette, etc.

“vivsepop is racist!” shss literally a woman of color, works with multiple POC, and has multiple characters of color including but not limited to: vaggie, alastor (white passing probably for plot reasons), carmilla and her daughters, velvette, sera, emily, barbie wire, coco, tex, verosika mayday, etc.

“oh noooo vivsepop hired someone with a problematic kink!” last i checked, you can’t fire people for having a kink. Viv is not responsible for what her employees are into. it would be a lot more concerning if her interview process came with questions asking in detail what future employees are sexually into.

“Oh noooo a victim of SA and abuse sings about his abuse” god forbid a character sing about their struggles in a musical. plus it’s straight up said in the song that the character is dissociating and thinking about the life they wish he could’ve had. i’ve seen people listen to entire musicals about guys lying about how they were besties with a suicide victim to get close to his sister and i personally listened to a musical about dead kids fighting for a chance to come back to life after a gruesome roller coaster accident. One song that can be skipped isn’t that bad, i promise. as an SA victim, it’s actually pretty good and accurate to the experience without fetishizing or glorifying it. Also, y’all were perfectly fine with Addict when it came out despite it having similar themes in its music video.

“Sallie mae is a transphobic character!” the trans woman… voiced by a trans woman… written by a trans woman in a short dedicated to the character… a trans woman who was also consulted for the merch designs to make sure that the pinup and bathing suit designs didn’t fall into transphobia or fetish territory (btw no adult character is safe from the pinup or beach outfits, stop with the trans fetish accusations)

there’s so much more but i’m sleepy rn and don’t feel like typing every grievance this fandom has against the show despite actively watching and interacting with it. goddamn just leave this show and the people involved with it alone. how about instead of finding new ways to make this fandom even more of a cesspool, yall find ways to make it actually fun and safe and nontoxic again? wouldn’t that be nice???

[bratzforchris]

Maybe Jake webber with a poc reader ? i haven’t seen any :) 🫶🏾

Cooking

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Summary: In which Jake's girlfriend teaches him how to really cook

Pairing: Jake x Latina!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 706

A/N: Thank you for the request! The race wasn't specified here, so I choose Latinx because I'm Hispanic :)

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Jake was very excited for multiple reasons. One, you would be joining him for a cooking stream, and two, he would finally taste the cooking you had bragged about for so long. You two had only been dating for about three months, and he was very excited to taste your food. Jake loved trying all sorts of foods from different places, and since you were Hispanic, you had promised him you would make some of the dishes you had grown up on. 

“Hello!” he boomed, ever the loud talker. “Today I am here with my lovely girlfriend, Y/N,” Jake paused to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you. “And she’s going to teach us how to make Arroz…con, con…Guandules?” he looked to you for approval, stumbling a bit over the Spanish words.

You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Close enough.”

“Let’s get started!” he exclaimed. 

You and Jake bustled around the kitchen for a while, getting out ingredients and setting the water for the rice to boil. You would occasionally acknowledge the chat when they asked about your relationship with Jake. Even though you were still rather new to Jake and his whole career, you loved his viewers. They were extremely kind to you and so far were so supportive of your relationship. 

“That looks like foreskin.” Jake commented as you dumped a can of kidney beans into a saucepan on the stove. 

“Oh my god, shut up,” You laughed. “We have to eat this, y’know.”

The stream exploded with laughing remarks and comments about how it wouldn’t be a Jake video with a foreskin joke. You brushed your curly hair out of your eyes and laughed again, grabbing a variety of peppers and spices. 

“Woah, babe. I’m a white man.” Jake said as you added sliced jalapenos with the seeds still attached into the beans. 

“This is the way my mom always used to make it.” You hummed fondly, kissing Jake as you stirred the food and added a variety of spices, to include cayenne pepper. 

“You’re probably gonna give me diarrhea.” he retorted, but hugged you from behind nonetheless. 

You quickly combined the rice and beans and made two plates of food, handing Jake his to show to his stream. “Ta da!”

“Well, this looks amazing and Mama Bear is hungry. Should we do a taste test?” he asked the stream. 

The chat was full of confirming remarks, both because they wanted to know how your cooking was, and because they were very eager to see Jake’s reaction after the amount of spice that had been added to the food. Being used to eating such spicy food, you really didn’t understand why everyone was freaking out, but then again, flavors and spice were a big part of Hispanic culture. 

You both shoveled a bite of your food into your mouths, chewing thoughtfully. You swallowed with a huge smile on your face, quite proud of your dish. However, when you looked over at Jake, he did not appear to be having a great time. 

“Holy fuck,” Jake panted after he painstakingly swallowed. “That’s so fucking spicy. What did you put in that?”

“You saw what I put in there.” You laughed, getting a good laugh out of his reaction. 

Jake threw open the refrigerator door and grabbed the gallon of milk, immediately taking a swig from the carton. “Oh my god.”

“It’s not that spicy!” You and the stream were laughing at his predicament. 

Finally, your boyfriend set the milk down, fanning his tongue. “My stomach is burning.”

“Poor baby,” You giggled, kissing his pouty lips. “So, did you like it?”

“It would be amazing…if it didn’t taste like I was eating out of Satan’s asshole.” Jake groaned, relishing in your touch. 

“Chat, should he take another bite?” You asked. 

“NO, he should not,” Jake picked you up and spun you around. “Thank you for the food, baby. I love you.”

The chat went absolutely wild over all your cute moments with Jake, and you knew the clips would be all over social media later, but for now, you just enjoyed the soft moment between you two and the utter love that came from sharing your culture with the man you loved.  

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter Eight

Content Warning: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, POC whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), dehydration and starvation, intimate whumper, sexual themes

Thank you to Marz and Gen for beta reading <3

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Five days without food will wear down just about anyone. Add in two days without water, and the body’s need for it will make itself known.

The man had made good on his promise of setting out a bedpan; fortunately for the both of them, Dani had no reason to use it. With nothing going in, there was nothing to come out, either. Despite dehydration providing Dani the small miracle of not having to pee in a pan, she wished more than anything for just a sip of water, even if it was just to wet her mouth. And if it weren’t so damn demeaning, she would’ve begged for it by now.

Her head hurt something terrible, sharp pain stabbing behind her temples and her eyes, as she watched the ceiling spin above her head. Ceilings weren’t supposed to spin. She knew this, but barely thought twice about it as the ceiling continued its circling. When the man finally came, Dani was still staring up at the ceiling, trying to produce spit to drink. Something was better than nothing.

“Good morning,” the man said, shutting the door behind him. “Sleep well?”

Dani shot him a weak glare, then looked back to the ceiling.

The man walked over to where the bedpan resided, picking it up, eyebrows furrowed, but he said nothing as he placed it back down and made his way over to the side table where he kept his Bible.

“Stand up.” He ordered, and Dani knew better at this point than to deny him of that, no matter how shitty she felt. She was too tired to fight him on this today, and she knew that’s just what he wanted. Pulling herself into a seated position, Dani felt her head swish and body sway dangerously. She was so dizzy, the room had already begun to swim as she attempted to keep herself upright. All she wanted was to lay back down and rot into the floorboards, but she knew the punishment would be worse if she didn’t comply. She brought herself to her knees, catching herself on her hands as she lurched forward. By the time Dani tried standing, her hands and knees shook violently, her head spinning like a carousel.

Standing was a mistake.

The second she was upright, Dani’s vision went white, and she could briefly feel herself move as she began to hurdle downwards. The man was there in an instant to catch her by the arm and ease her back to the floor.

“Alright, alright, easy.” He said as he sat her down. Sighing, the man rubbed his hand over his face. “This isn’t going to work.” He said to himself before sighing again and walking away from her.

Back pressed against the bookcase, Dani blearily watched as the man left the room, doing her very best not to tip over and land on her head. All things considered, a concussion would make things much, much worse for her.

When he came back, the man was holding a plastic water bottle in his hand. Sitting down in front of her, the man made a show of twisting off the cap and placing it down on the floor next to them. Dani reflexively licked her lips.

“Now, this won’t help with the lightheadedness, but it’ll at least keep you hydrated.” He said, moving his hand to her neck. Dani jerked away instinctively. Grabbing her hair, the man yanked and said, “No. You’re going to be good while I do this, otherwise you get nothing. Do you understand?”

Dani nodded.

With a steady hand, the man picked up the water and slowly brought the rim of the bottle up to Dani’s chapped lips. “Tilt your head back,” He murmured, and Dani obliged. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the water flowed down the neck of the bottle and into Dani’s lips. She nearly choked on it the second it hit her tongue, but resisted the urge to cough, terrified of losing even a drop of the water she was receiving.

The way she drank down the water was borderline obscene, taking in every last drop of it she could. She knew she should’ve shown some self-restraint, especially with him watching her, but she was desperate. She closed her eyes to block out the way the man’s greedy eyes watched her greedy mouth, the way her head was thrown back to take in the water.

He was getting off on this. He had to be, right? Why else would he be watching her like that?

The stop to the water came as soon as the start. Dani resisted the urge to stick her tongue into the bottle for the remaining drops. The man had had enough of a show as it was. She flinched as the empty bottle crunched in the man’s hands, covering up the sound of his throat clearing as he stood back up.

“What do you say?” The man asked in a strained voice.

Dani hesitated. She didn’t dare look up at him, scared of what she might see. “Thank you,” she whispered, as if hoping he wouldn’t hear the words pass her lips. No such luck, however, as he hummed an affirmation and made his way back to his chair.

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[maidragoste]

anyway I have Daemon dadgirl planned because HBO robbed us 😤

Girl not only that, but also Daemon being a malewife and not with Rhaenyra, but with Laena his second wife.

In the books, unlike in the show, Daemon marries Laena without needing to ruin her reputation, but winning her hand by killing her drunk bethrothed.

Daemon marries her and they spend years travelling, HE WAS LOYAL AS HELL, HE LOOKED HAPPY AND CONTENT, and when the twins were born, Daemon brought them and Laena at court and BEGGED to his brother who was angry for his second marriage, to legitimate his daughters.

The rouge prince. The PROUD ROUGE PRINCE PLEADED TO HIS BROTHER FOR HIS OWN FAMILY TO BE RECOGNIZED.

These moments of humanity that demonstrate Daemon can be decent were cut off in favour of Daemyra or Daemon hate(look he's not my fave as well butttt me and some fans that don't love Daemon are there like: "why? With these few moments they will make him a morally grey character)

Writers were spurred by Daemon hate or racism😑(Laena and Elia get behind me! Also you too Nettles) and they say Laena and Daemon's relationship wasn't as passionate as Daemyra.

***

If you make the twins Baela and Rhaena sea dragon's daughters, I can see Rhaena being so insecure because her egg didn't hatch, believing she's a bastard, plus Daemon is being a negligent ass and sea dragon! Reader is there for blood.

Because baby is aware how it feels being judged.

Sea!dragon reader(her faceclaim is so beautiful *holds her gently*) was considered less Targaryen, especially by the good king misogynistic Jaehaerys, because of her black hair and dark purple eyes.

Then her egg, gifted by king Viserys to mend he and Rhaenys' relationship, hatched and it was the best day of her life.

Laena, PLS, let her live, let her have children! And not with Harwin but with a velaryon! cousin, then we have Laenor is living the best life and be like to his father:

"No need for me to marry father😉"

Laenor is the rich and "single" uncle that everyone loves.

Rhaenyra and Harwin marry and have the strong boys🤭 and she and Alicent makes up after a while.

I KNOW GIRL, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THE SHOW FOR HOW THEY RETRACTED DAEMON AND LAENA'S RELATIONSHIP 😫

I totally agree with you, those moments of Daemon with his family showed his humanity and I HATE that the show didn't include that.

I'm not POC so the truth is at first I didn't realize the racism in the show until I started reading analysis and everything changed for me. I honestly don't understand the point of making the Velaryon POC and then treating them like this

Now talking about Rhaena as the daughter of Daemon and Sea Dragon

Nooo baby Rhaena thinking she's a bastard because her egg didn't hatch 😭 Sea Dragon would be heartbroken to see her baby so insecure 🥺

Sea Dragon barely sees any sign of Daemon being negligent towards Rhaena and is ready to put an end to it. She is not going to tolerate her daughter being treated differently for not having a dragon.

I can see Jaehaerys treating Sea Dragon differently but at the same time it seems strange to me because her mother was also a Velaryon so perhaps it would make more sense for him to treat her differently because she is the daughter of Rhaenys and not Viserys. Like I can see the little Sea Dragon struggling to get Jaehaerys' attention while Rhaenyra doesn't even have to try.

Now I imagine Daemon and Sea Dragon roasting Jaehaerys while drinking wine lol

It had never occurred to me about Viserys giving a dragon egg to Sea Dragon but now that you mention it I LOVE IT.

I plan for Laena to have children and they will not be with Harwin. Still I can't promise if she will live and Rhaenyra will marry Harwin instead of Laenor. Sorry but for now I plan to continue having war hahaha

but who knows maybe later I'll change my mind and if I do everything fluff and happy

Thank you for writing to me and I hope you are well 🥰🥰💖

[tiajk]

Platonic strawhat interactions? Here’s some ideas

You and Robin go shopping, You find a cool trinket, but you don’t have enough money

Sanji brings you a snack. A bird flies overhead and -plop- right on the food

Luffy was playing tag with you, Usopp, and Chopper. He uses his gum gum rocket to try and catch up and flies too far

Usopp is holding a game show. The contestants are you, Nami, Zoro and Sanji

Have fun!

Warnings; a POC reader in mind, with curly hair, Bi sanji because i genuinely believe its not cannon it's the truth, chaotic strawhats as usual, reader is interested in marine biology, and is hinted at having water powers (basically water bending), reader singled to have a lot of siblings, Gn!, reader, everyone just loving reader, Other pirates having a crush on reader

A/N; the game show one really spoke to me for some reason and your always so good with request ily, Guess who's working on her one piece script

Words count; 1070 masterlist

You have no idea how Usopp somehow convinced you and nami to join his little game show. That's a lie you know exactly how he did. Bribing nami with money that he didn't have. Sanji sees nami joining automatically willing to be the next contestant. Zoro joined because Usopp claimed that Zoro was too much of a chicken, scared that sanji would win. The rivalry automatically makes his blood boil. He got you to join by promising he would grow a water plant with you in his garden that you had particularly been wanting to learn more about. Your interest peaked. Now you stand in front of Usopp with poorly built little wooden stands Sanjis’s was made out of cardboard waiting for Usopp to finally get what he wanted. “Welcome my very good friends on this ship, the going sunny owned by the strawhat pirates and welcome our very own contestants Nami, {Na}-”. “Usopp, will you hurry up? I don't have all day for this” Zoro's voice from beside you speaks out. Ussop turns to him slightly offended from not being able to finish his little (cute) ramble. “Well i was almost done but since you rush me so damn much will start cant even have fun without you running your dumb mouth.” mumbling the last part he pulls out some flashcards out of his pocket. “The basic rules of this game are it's basically we're gonna see who knows each other best. It will go by category nami’s first, , then zoro, sanji, then {name}.” You all nod your heads at him, the game seemed simple enough. Usopp goes to your podium first “{Name} how are you today?” you smile “I’m doing great Usopp.” he returns the gesture to you “that's great to hear! Your question about nami is what are her favorite hobbies to do in the meantime when she's not scamming people.” Nami knocks Usopp on the head from her podium “YOU DUMBASS THAT'S NOT ALL I DO Y'KNOW” “HEYYY NO HITTING THE HOST” “USOPP LEAVE NAMI-SAN ALONE YOU HEAR ME”. you turn to zoro to see if he sees all the bullshit that's happening right now. He looks your way as well having a silent communication to at least try to stop the fighting. Before you could do anything the rest of the crew showed up. “What's happening we’ve been looking for you guys for the past 30 minutes” Luffy says while picking his nose. “I’m hosting a game show for the four of them!” Usopp explains excitedly while looking at you. Nodding at the others “yea were just about to get started you should watch!” The others agree they grab a few chairs or opting to sit on the deck floor and are curious to see what type of game show this is. “Alright now that we’ve all settled down we can finally begin. Clearing his throat “now {name} you may answer the question”. You thought hard nami was one of your best friends so it was easy but you had to pick one she licked the most then it was easy. Usopp had noticed you took a few moments “whenever you're ready tell me”. “I have my answer, it's shopping and she also loves to sunbathe”. Usopp looks at his flashcard “you are…Correct!!! Namis hobbies consist of sunbathing and shopping, one of her favorite things”. You smiled to yourself the game was slowly starting to get more fun now that you realize it.

The process had gone on forever every single time you had gotten the answer correct. Knowing your crew very well. Surprisingly the rest of the crew stayed. Robin was reading a book with chopper in her lap but her attention was still towards the game. Franky had been working on little fidgets while sitting there but he was interested nonetheless. Luffy had been lying in a star position. Brook and Jimbei had been engaging in small conversation but they still saw their crewmates go on with their daily shangains. Ussop had asked you a question about what is Zoro's favorite sword. Saying the Wado Ichimonji because his dear best friend gave it to him as a promise that they would both fulfill their dreams. When asked what Sanji's favorite food is answer spicy seafood pasta knowing that he wished he could have cooked it more often. It was your turn for the question to be asked about you. “Alright name your our last contestant and then the winner will win 40 thousand berries.” you look at nami to see the gleam in her eyes when money is mentioned. Usopp goes to Nami asking her the question he had prepared “How many people have a crush on {name}?” Nami scoffs while crossing her arms. Blood rushes to your face being grateful that they can't see it. “That's easy, Law,Kid, and not to mention Marco from whitebeard pirates. ” Usopp nods his head with confirmation and a thumbs up “YOUR CORRECT”. Usopp walks past you with a smile then stops at zoro. “Zoro what is {name} favorite thing to do with the strawhats crew” Zoro seems like he doesn't know but answers with confidence “They love hugging everyone giving people affection throughout the day”. Usopp doesn’t want Zoro to get the points but he does with a sigh of defeat “you are correct”. Ussop moved to sanji that was practically beaming like he was when he got asked nami’s question “Sanji your question about {name} is how many siblings do they have?” Sanji smirks and takes the cigarette out his mouth “Easy they have 4 being the middle child having two older ones and 2 younger” “your correct too” Luffy gets up from his pose from before “Is the game over who wins??” Usopp rolls his eyes “you have no patience y’know that luffy?” “BUT THE WINNER IS {NAME} GET ALL THE QUESTIONS CORRECT YOU GET 40 THOUSAND BERRY that i don’t have right now” Nami jumps from her podium strangling usopp “YOU LIAR YOUR DAMN LUCKY I DIDN’T WIN BECAUSE IF I DID” you go pull her off him just making sure that he doesn't die usopp i don't want the money just the water plant your promised to help me grow okay” usopp tried to catch his breath from almost being strangled to death “yup anything you want {name}” he said horsley maybe you should do more game shows from now on.

[haileyywrites]

Summary: As the Traveler finally enters the long awaited land of Cryo Childe offers bring them and Paimon to meet his family! Including his heavily pregnant wife of whom they were never told about...

Pairings: Childe/Tartaglia x Fem-Reader!

Notes/Warnings: Fem-reader! Reader is pregnant! Poc friendly! Reader is not described beyond being a woman and pregnant! Traveler pov! Travel is not specified! Fluff! Possibly ooc characters? Possibly not lore accurate! Short! Not proofread!

Friendship with Childe had definitely been something out of the norm... When fighting against each other the Traveler felt he truly was trying to kill them, but afterwards he would simply smile and call them his best friend. It was hard to figure him out since he always swore undying loyalty to the Tsaritsa and recognized them as enemies, yet he called them his "Comrade" and asked them to come visit his family once reaching Snezhnaya.

Which is where he was currently heading... The Traveler wasn't sure what to expect since it would be crawling with Fatui agents, but they doubted Childe would use his family against them. At least they hoped so... His family was what he valued most of all and Teucer liked them very much, they had even made the promise to him! Still, they kept their guard up until they arrived at the harbor with Childe and a very excited Teucer next to him.

“Welcome to Snezhnaya at last, Traveler! I brought Teucer along since he was too exited to wait at home and I thought you'd be more comfortable this way.” He grinned widely.

Teucer was excited to show off everything this side of Snezhnaya had to offer, including his favorite places to order food - which Paimon appreciated after the long and tiring journey to the land of Cryo. To stick it to Childe they weren't shy about buying souvenirs since he insisted on paying for everything since they were guests of his. He might have slightly regretted making such an offering to people who held a grudge against him despite all his attempts of making friends...

“It's starting to get a bit late... We should hurry home before the others die of frostbite while waiting for us.” Childe joked, but looked serious enough for the others to agree.

His home was nice and large, which was to be expected since he had so much money and had another Harbinger looking after his family when he couldn't. Still it seemed modest, but fit for a family of their size - perhaps even larger than they needed, but the Traveler wouldn't judge them for it.

Their attention was soon brought to two older kids running towards them until they crashed into Childe. Paimon was slightly freaked out by the suddenness of it, but soon relaxed seeing them happily greeting their brothers. The Traveler and Paimon smiled at the heartwarming scene, but were taken aback once again by a young woman rushing over as well... Only she was heavily pregnant. She was too young to be their mother, but too different looking to be their sibling.

“Ajax, you're back! I was starting to get worried - the baby too!” You gently slapped his arm for taking so long to come back.

“...” The Traveler and their companion were stunned to complete silence.

“I'm sorry, but there's nothing to worry about! Look - I even brought your favorite snack since you've been craving it.” He gently handed over the present and caressed your cheek.

“Huh...?” Was the only thing the traveling duo could manage to mutter.

“Hmp, fine! I'll forgive you this time since they've been craving it for a while.” You said whille caressing your belly.

“So, have they or the baby caused you trouble?” He placed his hands on your belly next to yours.

“Huh?” They questioned again.

“The kids have been very good and extra helpful today, but our baby has been a bit restless. They get it from you no doubt about it.” You teased.

“Huh?!” Their jaws just about reached the floor with how low they hung from shock.

“Hahaha! They're going to be a fighter like daddy for sure!” Childe laughed loudly while feeling his baby kick.

“HUH?!” They finally screamed making everyone turn to the pair with confused expressions.

“Oh, yeah! Traveler, Paimon this is my lovely wife and my other siblings - Anthon and Tonia!”

“How come you never told us anything about you having a wife before?!” Paimon screeched.

“Must have slipped my mind or just not come up in conversation before?” He shrugged casually as if it was no big deal while the two were still trying to wrap their heads around any of this.

“How come anyone would even marry you? Are you blackmailing her or holding her hostage?!” Paimon continued her interrogation.

“Hey, hey! No way! Not that I could anyway, when she wasn't pregnant she could beat me in fights when I was barely holding back! She's terrifying!” Childe quickly answered.

“Excuse me?” You glared halfheartedly at your husband. “I could still beat you while pregnant.”

“See?” He turned to look at Paimon while gesturing at you.

“Huh, I see... Still, I can't believe she would marry you!” Paimon crossed her arms.

“Yeah, I'm a lucky man indeed.” He smiled softly at you making Paimon feel slightly bad about her accusations.

“Honestly his siblings were too cute for me to say no.” You joked.

Childe held a hand over his heart with his face twisted in pain, “You wound me!”

The group were soon called in for a large home cooked dinner, no matter how stuffed they were from their earlier trip the Traveler and Paimon couldn't help but dive in. The food was absolutely delicious and the company made it even better! Throughout the dinner the traveling companions kept taking glances at the married couple and how Childe truly doted on his wife...

No matter the Traveler's true feelings about their "friend", Childe truly loved his family and cared about them - even if he had done terrible things and was affiliated with some questionable people. The Traveler hoped he would live to see his child grow up considering the Foul Legacy and how it shortened his life... The Traveler wondered if you knew about it or if you should.

A/N: Not especially proud of this one, but it's something short and a bit different since it's from the Traveler's pov! Likes, feedback and or reblogs are appreciated <3

[dat-bruv-person]

Hi it’s me here when you get the chance can you make a Drabble of ei, jean, Barbara, itto, zhongli, Kuki, diluc, keaya, Lisa, nilou, and Al Haitiam with a reader who has a toxic parent ( and I mean narcissistic) and the reader looks tired and drained from the emotional to mental abuse please my grandma is a really toxic person and we just got into a fight today so can you make it an angst to comfort type scenario sorry to bother you I just had a lot on my plate

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ toxic toxicity

a/n: sorry this is late! All of the stuff I'm going to be posting will be from old asks because of the event, I'm planning to answer them all hopefully don't worry!

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Raiden Shogun

"[Name], why do you look so tired? You shouldn't be tired, I should be tired. Actually, I can't be tired, never mind. Did someone do this to you? Your... parents? Well, what are you waiting for? Show me where they live, I'll get rid of them immediately so you and I can have a bit of alone time together before Ei comes back. Stupid mortals..."

Ei

"Dear, how are you? Oh, you look awful! My apology, I couldn't think of another way to word it. Are you okay? No? Oh, okay. Maybe you'd like some... sweets! O-or candy! We can eat candy together to make you feel better! Please?"

Jean

"You look stressed beyond belief, [name]. You really need to take a break, yes, a break from your parents I mean. If they're toxic for your healththen you need to stay away from them. That might be hard but its okay, I'm the Acting Grand Master of Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius. I can... kick them out of the city! Quite unprofessional but you're one of our best knights. We can't afford to lose you to them. Stay at the headquarters' dorms for the night."

Barbara

"Oh no, [name]! You look terrible! Is it your parents again? Oh dear... You should get some rest, I really care about you, you know that right? Oh Barbatos, whatever will we do? Your parentsare going to kill you if this keeps up! I have some blankets, erm, neck pillows and oh-! I have all the ingredients we need for baking cookies? Would you like to bake with me? It'll make you feel good, I promise."

Itto

"Woah, woah, woah! [Name] you look... TERRIBLE! I won't stand for that! We're the Arataki Gang, you know? We're supposed to be all tough and cool looking: you're not looking like that right now! If something's come up, then don't you worry. Arataki, numero uno, Itto will come to your rescue. And no, I don't care that its your parents, if they're making you feel bad then they best be prepared for a fight! Trust me, it'll be okay, your big, badass, sexy boyfriend will protect you through and through!"

Zhongli

"Dear, have some tea. I know the past few days have been stressful, and your parents certainly aren't helpful, but please don't give up like this. Come, sit next to me. There there, I'm here."

Kuki

"Hey... I know how you feel. My parents were really toxic too, especially my mom. But, I believe in you. Things will get better one way or another: even if it's not them being more accepting. Maybe... it'll be us getting even closer together... BUT that's just a suggestion, heh..."

Diluc

"Maybe we need to get you away from your parents for a while... Elzer, prepare a room for [name] please. They look like they need a good night's sleep. Hush dear, it's going to be alright. They can't hurt you anymore. They wouldn't dare hurt you anymore. You're here with me, and Elzer, and Adeline."

Kaeya

"Oh, don't seem to be yourself today, hm? That's okay, everyone has their bad days. Even I do, believe it or not. Well, my beautiful significant other, I'm here with you, you're what's keeping me sane. Smile, it looks better on you."

Lisa

"Cutie! You scared me, oh no don't cry! Please, tell me. Mhm? Your parents. Ah. Darling you know how angry I get when people don't return a book, right? Well, I can be even more fierce than that. The Witch of the Purple Rose does not take those who mess with her darling lightly. "

Nilou

"This society is messed up, the sages, your parents. They just don't seem to listen to us youths! They think we're young, that we're dumb! It makes me terribly sad :( It's okay, do you want a hug?"

Al-Haitham

You see, my guy doesn't say anything. He walks out and you don't see him for about an hour or so. On the contrary, you didn't come back home to your parents that day.

[eddiegettingshot]

'...while i loved all the buddie, if they truly wanted to give bt some room, why not add more tommy to other scenes?'

Ok but looking back there's a really obvious scene Tommy could have been there for to link to the finale. When Eddie drops Chris off at Bucks. Tommy could have been there glass of wine in hand. Tommy goes off and talks with Chris and still play the cologne scene as was because that's bestie behavior. If we're supposed to see B/T as this big romance it would be a starting point for how Tommy would link with the Eddie and Chris part of Bucks life, especially as Eddie would be leaving to go on a date with his 2nd girlfriend. We assume Buck/Tommy was having a date/meal in 7x9 but that got completely overshadowed by Kim/Eddie and would have benefitted from them showing a dinner in 7x7. By the finale we would know Buck and Tommy having a nice meal at the end of the day is established relationship behavior for them and it links them back to the Eddie sl in the finale without having to acknowledge it. That scene just came out of nowhere especially when you look at the rest of 7b (and the other established pairings in the finale). There's no intimacy or behavior patterns. We don't actually know what the B/T relationship dynamic is like which is perhaps why certain lines of dialogue don't hit.

I also don't think it helps that the dry humour the writers are going for with Tommy isn't really hitting because we don't hear him speak enough to know what motivation is behind it.

The odd thing is no one is happy with the writing for any of the arcs. The Madney wedding was rushed. The cruise went on too long. How pocs were portrayed was suspect at best. I don't want to get into the Kim stuff. We know there's probably an entire half a season of scenes they filmed and weren't shown. Its alright to think a sl had promise and it was a let down. Buck being bi is so exciting and for whatever reason the show dropped the ball. Its ok to say that. Because they dropped the ball on everyone well apart from Buddie for some reason.

SUCHHHHH A GOOD POINT on all of this!!! yes!!

[aliypop]

For The Heart

Word Count: 959

Writers Note: I've no idea what to write so I thought why not this! Also, I think it's time I jump on the 70s E train! Sorry it's short!

Warning: Fluffy SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: After an intense night of shows for Cecelia and Elvis the two only have one thing on their minds

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Las Vegas 1970

"Alright Nat, Alright Jerry... See you two tomorrow," Elvis smiled, walking into his hotel room. His knees nearly gave out from all his dancing. It was his most intense show yet, but he was ready to celebrate, "Alright, Midge, Cheryl, same time tomorrow!" Cecelia smiled as she walked in and closed the door behind her, her eyes barely staying open, "Hey baby," Elvis smirked, pulling into him as he kissed her forehead, "Hey sugar..." She blushed at him as she looked at his messy hair and felt the remaining sweat on his skin, "Had a good show?" they asked each other, 

"A fan threw her necklace at me." Elvis smiled, "What about you?"

"Panties, men's underwear, and a bra?" Cecelia laughed as Elvis chuckled, "Some crowd," He joked as he unzipped her dress, his lips on the nape of her neck as she moaned, "Elvis, we're both sweaty..." She groaned,

"Adds more flavor." He kissed her cheek as she felt her dress fall to her knees, 

"Besides, we should be celebrating tonight..." 

"Sure, if you can keep your eyes open, Mr. Presley..." She joked as she lightly pushed him towards the bathtub. "Wait for me?"

"I make no promises!" She joked as she threw her bra, Elvis catching it as he winked, 

"I'm keepin this."

"ELVIS!" She laughed, buttoning up his silk pajama top. It was one of those nights where she didn't feel like putting her nighty on. Laying on the bed, Cecelia watched TV as she kept nodding off and waking up. It was as if the adrenaline from the show was keeping her up,

 "El, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, honey?"

"Adrenaline rush..." She playfully sighed, 

"You too, huh?" He chuckled, drying off as Cecelia handed him his pants, "See, you took the top." she shrugged, patting a spot next to her. Elvis was lying on her chest as her hands tangled into his hair, 

"What day are you going to see my show?" Elvis asked,

"I wanted to surprise you..." She sighed,

"Well, then I'll surprise you too." He kissed her wrist as she giggled,

 "El..."

"Hmm..."

"you ever wonder if there's life on Mars?"

"Cece?"

"Hmm..."

"Go to bed." He laughed,

"But I can't," she rolled over as her top road up, showing off her silk panties, his bottom lip under his teeth as he swatted at her ass, "El!" she blushed as he pulled her onto him, "Yes, honey?" He pretended to be clueless as Cecelia playfully swatted at him, 

"You think sex might..."

"It's the answer to everything." He winked as he kissed her with a firey, passionate frenzy. Her eyes closed as she gave him the same intense kiss back. His hand was massaging her breast as the other was on her thigh, 

"Still wanna celebrate?" Cecelia smirked,

"Do you have to ask?" He winked as she blushed, "Not really," She chuckled as Elvis trailed kisses down her neck, another moan leaving her sweet lips as he shuttered,

 "You know something..." 

"Hmm..."

"Every time I make love to ya. I feel like I'm young again,"

"Oh, Elvis..." She blushed, "You mean it?"

"Would I lie to you..."

Well... Oh!" She gasped as she felt his fingers plunge into her soaking wet cavern, small mewls and sighs escaping her. Sliding in and out between her thighs, Elvis had stopped, leaving her lips lonely as he then crawled between her legs,

 "Baby, you don't have to ah~ Oh~ God~" She began to drift off in between her moans as she felt him sucking on her clit. 

"Honey..." 

"Hmm?"

"Is my eatin putting you to sleep?"

"No, you've just got a soothing tongue is all," She giggled as Elvis smirked, "First I've heard that," He laughed kissing her inner thigh, "Should I keep going?" 

"Please..." She yawned as Elvis was wired for sound, taking his pants off and pulling himself out, he slid himself inside as his wife looked at him with a tired sexy haze,

 "Ready..."

"Ready." Thrusting his hips into her, Elvis could hear her soft moans, sweet and gentle, just like his thrust, "More..." she had begun to moan as Elvis was revved up like an animal in heat, "Like that baby..." He kissed her face, "Mhmm..." Picking up his pace he began to hear a sound he hadn't recognized from his wife before, her eyes were closed, and her stomach going up and down, she was asleep, and here he was buried deep inside his wife, pulling out Elvis went to the bathroom to finish off and clean up as he heard her whimper, 

"Yes, baby?"

"Come back..." She murmured, as Elvis held her close, the TV playing in the background. His fingers in her curls as she mumbled, 

"Love you~"

"Love you too..."

*Bonus* 

7 am

The birds began to chirp outside as the TV rushed back on with news about the Presleys in Vegas, but wired for sound was Cece who was kissing Elvis's kneck,

 "Baby... You up..."

"Hmm..." 

"Thought we could have round 2..." She said in his ear as he grumbled a bit from lack of sleep, "Baby we didn't even get to round one last night..." He flopped back into the pillow, 

"We didn't?"

"You fell asleep as soon as I got inside," He laughed as she blushed, "I did..." He nodded his head, Elvis wasn't much of a morning person due to his bad insomnia, but that would soon change, "Well, baby I'm gonna go back to-" Elvis felt something wet as he heard slurping noises his blood rushing through his veins as he jolted up, "Who's sleepin now..." Cecelia smirked looking up at him from under the covers. 

"Neither of us if you keep doing that..." He blushed,

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Too Cute

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: Riri decided to wear a really showy top on your date night and you go back for your "purse" of course for safety measures.

When Riri leaves the bedroom passing you by her top immediately catches your eye it's flashy and leaves very little to the imagination you honestly don't know if you can really call it a top. Everything about it screams "eyes on me" the sheer look it has to it the reflective stones that are barely covering her nipples. "You going out like that?" She nods as she rearranges the top and you're watching intently wondering if she moved quick enough if her nipple would slip "it's cute?" You look her up and down and cock your head "yeah it's real cute...too cute" you place a quick peck to her lips and leave for the bedroom door as she leaves for the door. You go into your bedroom and open your closet "where is it..?" When you open it you grab your gun and take a quick glance at it you grab your black purse and stuff the gun and your wallet into it. When you get in the car with Riri she glances at your bag "you grabbed your purse?" You nod and smile "absolutely with you dressed like that I need my purse" Riri sighs obviously not okay with any of this at all "don't you say a word Miss. Ironheart you protect the people I protect my girl we good?" Riri can't help but crack a smile when you say "my girl" she nods slowly "your girl?" You nod and peck her lips "yep my girl all mine." Riri pulls you to her by your chin and you smile ear to ear "you could always leave it..." You think about it and sigh "babe it's a just in case factor I'll leave it in the car if you want but I'm not going to tell you I'm not gone take it because have you seen yourself right now? You look good" you hum and look her up and down. I mean so good like I could really do a lot right now we could go to the club and I'd just pull you in the back seat."

Riri laughs "oh so I look that good?" You nod "yeah baby you look that good but I know you taste better" Riri shakes her head "drive before you start some you can't finish" she lets her thumb run over your bottom lip and you smile "you saying that but you're the one touching on me you tryna start some you can't finish." Riri laughs and gently grabs your purse from your hand "you aren't going to need this tonight I promise." You smile at her and take it back "we will let the night decide what I'll need can we do that baby?" She shakes her head and takes the purse once again straight facing you daring you to test her patience.

"Okay okay but if some big Dbo looking motherfucker try and kidnap you I will leave you by yourself. You better pull a Ironheart and fly the fuck out of there because you will be left with no protecti-" Riri is quick to kiss you putting an end to your rambling you hum into the kiss gently grabbing her throat "damn you are great at that" she smiles and shakes her head "you must have forgotten I'm Riri Williams and Ironheart I know how to protect myself." You laugh sarcasm laced in your tone as you do so "yeah you definitely know how to protect yourself. Anyways Miss Ironheart let's go before I change my damn mind." Riri gently tosses the purse in the backseat while you start the car. Riri can wear whatever the hell she wants because who gone tell her she can't? She's 5'1, quick to anger, and she knows how to use your gun as well as you do she can definitely take care of herself but you will always have backup for when she's feeling a little "too cute."

A/n: Felt like I needed to post something because well I'm usually really active on the weekend and this weekend I just couldn't do it I had to do a lot of packing, moving and then unpacking to do and I still do. I'll show y'all the house when we get fully situated. Anyways enjoy this for now.

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