#but id say she’s my favorite woman i think

[jewishregulus]

can’t stop thinking abt lily evans who spends her entire childhood trying to fight the role her parents want to put her in, has a door opened into a brand new life she thinks is an escape route, and then dies in the same place she was expected to . snake eating its own tail . she’ll be a mother and a wife forever and she will never be herself. she smells like orange blossom and pistachio and her hands are sticky from cutting fruit for a sister who won’t take it from her anymore. she’s covered in freckles and has wild curly ginger hair and she wears overalls and striped socks and plaid button ups and she’s got a complex about every part of her identity. she struggles with being a witch she struggles with being jewish she struggles with being a lesbian . her dad is dead and her step dad is nice but it feels like a slap in the face. she’s petunias sister until petunia decides the step is important too. she trusts one friend too much and then he blatantly disrespects her and then she falls for it again!!!! she marries a man for safety and for friendship and she thinks she could be in love with him in a weird unique way. she has a son and doesn’t know how to feel about it because of the war but she loves him anyways because she loves so much. and then she dies for that love, because of course!! her entire life has been about what she could do for other people, this is how it would end. she has been forced to be a certain person her whole life and g-d she just wants to do Something to go against it …… anyways she’s kind of the best character in the world if you think about it

[vivipoery]

Just like her.

including: angst. teeth rotting fluff with mentions of insecurities. fem!reader. soft spoken!blade. mentions of kafka.

a/n: this is my first semi serious work but i was feeling the angst and needed to write abt it. anyw hope u like it and feel free to share ur thoughts w me id appreciate it lots!!!!

Blade is a very cold person.

You knew this the moment you met yet that didn't stop your crush on him to stop blooming. You always stuck by his side despite the hardships.

Someone else has also stuck by his side, never leaving him alone to your dismay.

Kafka. The beautiful stellaron hunter and Blade's favorite colleague.

"Let's go, Bladie" She would whisper to him with a honeyed tone and he would comply quietly.

You, on the other hand, was threatened once you accidently let a "Bladie" slip from your lips and it hurt.

That only fueled the comparisons between yourself and Kafka. She was a mature and mysterious woman with an alluring aura. You were just a pawn in Elio's script, a silly girl with her heart on her sleeve.

Thoughts of her and Blade clouded your mind, she had everything you didn't have and it made your heart burn with jealousy. Oh how you wished you were Kafka.

"Are you listening to me?" Blade's sharp tone cut through your foggy mind forcing your attention back on him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"You need to go fetch some supplies for Elio."

"Alright" your gaze fell to the ground, suppressing back a sigh.

"I'm driving" He stated. Another question hung heavy on your tongue yet you were afraid of saying it out loud.

Afraid of appearing weak and insecure.

"Let's go" He rushed you, making your thoughts die down as you followed him to his car without another word.

After gracefully getting into his car, you waited to see if someone else was joining you but to your surprise it was just you and Blade.

"Is Kafka not joining us this time?"

"Hm?"

You bit your lip anxiously, the metallic taste of blood seeping into your mouth.

"Never mind." You mumbled as the car engine roared to life. Blade snickered and started driving.

You leaned your weight against the door, the side of your head resting against the window as you looked out into the beautiful night sky.

Your thoughts started drifiting back to Kafka. She was never really mean to you, she helped you settle in when Elio found you.

She was never really the evil woman they made her out to be, she was kind to you. The guilt of having such negative thoughts about her was suffocating you, your heart felt stuck in your throat.

"What got you so quiet today?" Blade's voice pulling out of your thoughts once again.

"Nothing"

"You're usually so loud."

"I'm sorry" You said with a weak voice.

"What are you apologizing for?" he stopped at a red light giving him a good opportunity to turn and look at you, crimson orbs boring into your figure and you can feel the burn of his stare.

"A few things" Turning around to face him with glassy eyes, trying your best to hold back your tears.

"Care to give an example?"

"I'm sorry for liking you." He would say he's surprised but he saw the fond gazes directed at him, the sweet smiles and your blushing cheeks. He wasn't a dumbass.

Blade remained quiet.

"I'm sorry I could never be like her."

"Who are you talking about?" He asked, his usual sharp tone becoming a little softer.

You almost choked on your words. You were not brave enough to say her name to him, to show him the insecure side of you.

Shaking your head, you giggled softly and wiped your tears.

"Forget it."

The stellaron hunter remained quiet the entire ride, his eyes focused on the road and you went back to looking out the window as if nothing happened.

You arrived at your destination shortly after but before you could think about getting out of the car Blade's warm hands gripped your wrists.

Looking up at him with confusion, you tilted your head.

"Tell me." He spoke so softly to you, your heart rate picking up.

"Tell you what?" Your voice barely above a whisper, he got closer to you.

"Who's bothering you"

"N-No one really, I was being silly." Your heart was racing, you can feel the warmth radiating off his body from how close he got to you.

"Don't lie to me." Your eyes dropping to look at your shoes.

"Look at me" He added, his hands moving to your cheeks forcing you to look at him.

You felt as if your heart was about to burst from your chest.

"You" The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

"Me?" His grip tightened and you couldn't stop yourself anymore.

"Stupid boy, making me so sad. Why do you have to treat her differently? Why are my feelings not enough for you? I could never compete with her and you know this."

Your words came straight from your heart and they were soon followed by salty tears, soaking your cheeks and his hands.

Blade was at a loss for words. He really didn't know what to say or how to comfort you.

"She gets to call you Bladie, hold your hands and play with your hair whenever she pleases. She is the perfect one for you. Why can't I be her?"

He knew who you were talking about. No one else calls him Bladie but Kafka.

You wanted to push him away, yell at him and call him out even more but you were taken aback when Blade leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips.

At first you were a little stiff, taken aback but then you leaned into his touch and kissing him back.

He broke off the kiss, his crimson eyes once again holding your gaze.

"Tsk. Silly girl."

"Blade-"

"Listen to me. Why are you comparing yourself to her?"

"Because of the way you treat me and her." You said with a shaky voice.

"Does she help me after mission? Does she take care of my wounds and bandages? Does she get to comb and braid my hair out of boredom? Does she get to hold my hand out in missions?"

You were left speechless.

"You are the warmth I constantly seek. You are my anchor" The way he kept speaking softly to you made you tear up once again.

"I'm sorry" He leaned towards you, resting his forehead against your own.

"I like you too" You gasped.

"Blade-" Your hands coming up to rest against his own who were still cupping your cheeks warmly.

"Will you be mine?"

"Yes. Always has been"

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[starieq]

“Lovin her seems tiring..” part 1

Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.

a/n: i had a little to much fun with the Taggies/warnings, lmao!: hello! Tysm for all the damn love! I honestly feel really happy I decided to make an account cuz I’d just go on tumblr and read bkg fics. Some of my favorites have liked Stuffie animals and some followed me, which oml🥹 but i’am really just on here to make people’s day and make some new friends:D enjoy my first 18+ fic and tell me what anime characters or characters I should write abt! Love ya! 🤭🫶🏼

part 2!

You’ve been working with Katsuki Bakugo, aka, the more professional word, “Dynamight” for a few months now. As his pretty little assistant, you have to deal with his bull shitting, make meetings for him, make meeting PLANS with other pro heros, schedule trips for him and his little bitch of a girlfriend, Kira. God you fucking hate her. You don’t really wanna admit that you have a big crush on Dynamight, but only your diary knows that information. But, you get why he chose her. She has the perfect long black silk hair that hangs out with her ass, glossy lips, pretty dark green eyes, slim hourglass figure, and perfect pale skin. But, you also don’t know why the fuck he chose her, because all she does on her free time is spend Bakugos money on stuff she wants. You’re also pretty positive she spent some of his money on a fucking boob job. 

You come home to your cute apartment to your cat Loki, stretching on your leg begging to be carried and snuggle up with his favorite human in the world. If you’re feeling in the mood, you’d pick him up and put him on the little bed by the window where he spends most of his time sleeping, when  you two get up, sleeping when you’re getting ready for work, and sleeping when you’re at work. 

Anyways, you’re in the mood to just sit in your bed, legs spread wide, with your box of toys next to you. head propped up on some pillows while your vibration toy is on your puffy sensitive clit thinking of Bakugo pushing his redish pink angry head through your sensitive folds while you’re moaning his name. 

“F-fuck..! C-cant.. f-fucking take i-it! Bak- mh~ Bakugo!” You moan. The white bed sheets turning a light shade of grey. 

You take a look down in between your legs to see what just happened. You’ve never squirted before? Usually your clit would just throb. You swipe off hair from your forehead when you hear your phone ringing. 

You scramble out of the bed to get to your phone which was across the room. 

:caller ID; Dynamight🧡💥:

“Shit!” You whisper yell as you tried to swipe answer.

“Hello? y/n speaking,” you say trying to sound professional and calm since you just fucking squirted.

“Fuckin know who you are.” Bakugo grumbles.

“Sorr-“ Bakugo cuts you off.

“Need ya to schedule a hotel for me and you. Got a fuckin mission in Tokyo and ya need to come with.” He says with an annoyed voice.

“I-“ you get cut off again, but with a girls voice.

“Katsuki! I need more laced bras! Ugh, you’re so cheap! Gimme your card now! And who the fuck are you on call with? Trynna cheat on me while I’m in the same fucking room as you right now?!??” 

You’re guessing that’s Kira. God she’s annoying. She’s obviously a fucking gold digger out for his fame and money. You’d be so much better to him unlike his bratty girlfriend.

“I’m on the fuckin phone with my damn assistant brat! I don’t give two fucks if ya need laced ass bras! Leave me the fuck alone woman!” Bakugo yells. 

“Make the fuckin reservations tonight.” The last sentence he said before hanging up. 

[five-miles-over]

Hi Mun 👋🏼 just found your blog off some tags lol

I would love it if you could do an age gap hc for joker? How would Arthur deal with developing feelings for a partner who is 10 or even 15 years younger than him?

Thank you so much!

Thanks for your patience, anon! I truly appreciate it. Also, Arthur's head canon turned into a bit of a fic, so I apologize for that.

Headcanon: Arthur Fleck Having an S/O Younger Than Him

"ID Please."

While Arthur accompanied you to the grocery store after your shift at work, you bought a bottle of wine to enjoy with the dinner you planned to cook for Arthur. He was coming over to your apartment for the first time, and you wanted to spoil him with a recipe you saw on a cooking show. So you bought all the ingredients, and a bottle of red.

The cashier glanced at you. "You're twenty-two huh? You look like you should be in high school."

You shook your head, flustered. "Um...thanks?"

After paying, you quickly left the store with your bagged groceries. But just when you reached for Arthur's hand, he flinched.

You didn't think much of it at first, but when you tried to talk to Arthur about something, he simply shrugged it off and said it was nothing

The truth is that, Arthur was still processing the fact that you were in your early twenties.

He knew you were a young beautiful woman, smart and kind. A total catch. And that part of Arthur, the part of his mind that told him he was an outcast and fed him nothing but negative thoughts, constantly said, "She could do so much better than you. You don't deserve her at all. She's the whole package, and what are you? Just some guy who can't even take her out to dinner."

He tried to hold it back as he saw other, bigger guys in Gotham walking with their partners, giving them bouquets of flowers wrapped in shiny plastic and other gifts, telling himself that someday he would do exactly that with you. But knowing that you were at ten years younger than him? That was just more fuel to the fire burning inside him.

"She's got her whole life ahead of her. She's going to find someone better, wait and see." The negative thoughts materialized again. "She's just with you out of pity. Date the sad clown, maybe she just wants to fool around. Wait and see. She's going to meet someone with a lot of money, a lot of status...She'll marry him, and when they're all sitting around at cocktail parties, she'll laugh about the time she dated a sad clown. And say she dodged a bullet."

"Arthur?" You tried to get his attention, and repeated his name a couple of times. "Arthur?"

Arthur, seemingly lost in thought, didn't respond until you stood in front of him, stopping him from crossing the street. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he lied. You crossed your arms, not having any of it. And this made Arthur laugh a bit, not out of amusement but out of fear. "Nothing, really," he lied again between laughs.

"Just tell me."

After a few moments of silence, Arthur simply asked. "Are you really twenty-two?...You're twenty-two."

"Yes. I am."

"That's young."

You shifted your weight to one foot. "I know that."

Arthur mirrored your gesture and swallowed. "So...well, I don't care. It's just young."

"I'm not that young," you rebuffed.

"Young enough that the cashier thinks you're in high school."

You put your hands on your hips, still carrying the bags of groceries. "Is that what this is about? He wasn't hitting on me!"

"No, but someone will," Arthur raised his voice a little. "You're young, what the hell do you know?"

"I know that you're my boyfriend and I love you. I don't care what some cashier says about me, and neither should you."

He shook his head. God how he loved the way you'd get so stubborn about your opinions. It was one of his favorite things about you, but right now, in this moment, it made him even more annoyed. How could you say such a thing, lying through your teeth? And with those three special words? "Bullshit," Arthur muttered, walking away from you to cross the street.

You followed him, huffing with your groceries. "Arthur Fleck, what is wrong with you?! Can't you just...Why are you so mad? Nothing happened! I'm still the same person I was twenty minutes ago."

"No. You're twenty-two." He turned around and lashed out. "You're twelve years younger than I am. What the hell's wrong with you? Hanging around with some old clown, waiting until some rich guy makes you his wife and you can leave me behind!" Your eyes widened. "Is that what you think of me?" Your lips quivered and tears formed in your eyes. "Is that seriously what you think this is, just...hanging around? Oh my god." You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

Arthur visibly softened, reaching his hand out but stopping himself just before he could touch you. "I'm such an idiot," you sniffed. "You're right, what do I know?" "I'm sorry," Arthur sighed. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Arthur looked down, into your eyes. "I...was just shocked that you were younger. I thought it would...I don't deserve you. You're great, you're a perfect girl and I don't deserve you." He added, "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too," you looked up. "And I don't want to leave you." He laughed for a few moments with pain in his eyes, and bit the inside of his cheek to quiet down. "I'm so sorry," Arthur repeated and put his hands on your shoulders. "Oh my god, please don't cry. I'm so sorry." He took your grocery bags in his hands. "Let's go."

You and Arthur went back to your apartment, and didn't talk about your age for the rest of the night. But you did spend the evening together, telling each other - and showing each other - how much you really loved each other.

Joker Having an S/O Younger Than Him Would Include...

In complete contrast to Arthur, Joker finding out you were ten or fifteen years younger than him would excite him

He'd turn it into a complete kink, calling you his "personal little baby doll"

Whenever you'd go out, you'd be on his lap, him stroking your thighs and your hair.

Unless you were absolutely against the aesthetic, Joker would love to dress you in coquettish clothing - plaid mini skirts, knee-high white socks, white and pastel blouses that he would ruin with grease facepaint while making out with you, and corsets he would rip off you before having his way with you

And if you ever called him "daddy"? Watch out and be prepared to be dragged into the most private area by the Joker. Hope you didn't have any plans for the next...hour

In general, the Joker would be extremely protective of you, keeping his arm around your waist while you walked.

He'd spoil you with anything you ever wanted, acting almost like your sugar daddy while you window shopped.

And when it got cold, he'd put his red suit jacket over your shoulders saying, "Daddy's not going to let his baby doll freeze."

[myluvrrhea]

hey! I'm glad your requests are open, well, I wanted to ask for one from Rhea x fem!reader where the reader is a model and friend with Rhea's benefits, so when they agree to go out together the reader ends up meeting Judgment Day and Damian become interested in her which makes Rhea jealous. (the ending can be whatever you want)

Embrace Me

Pairings - Rhea Ripley x Model!Reader

warnings - Jelousy, Rhea’s kinda toxic at the beginning, oral , I think thats it but tell me If I missed any

word count - 1.6k , Gif Creds

A/N - this is my first time writting smut so it might be rlly bad. But I also wanted to say that im still taking and doing requests:)

P.S - This is not proofread

You watched as Rhea pulled a girl towards her locker room. Towards you. As she walked by , hand in hand with someone else , she made eye contact with you. A sly smirk planted in her face. God you wished you were the only one. The only one she wanted at least. But how could you be? She made everyone’s heart flutter. She just had that effect on people. And to say you were jealous was an understatement. You wanted her to be yours and her to be yours. And you would be sure of that happening.

You and Rhea were a friends with benefits type of thing. if you could even call it that. She treated you like you were the only person that mattered in her life. But of course you weren’t. She had others yeah , but she assured you that you’re her favorite. And you thought that for a while. Until you saw her laughing and giggling with another girl. That wasn’t you. Your eyes rolled as you heard the woman call Rhea Rhe-Rhe. Why was she even calling her that? Didn’t they meet a couple minutes ago? You tried distracting yourself with your phone, but it couldn’t hold in the anger that rushed through your veins. You wished you scream your lungs out when she walked past you. Hand in hand. With another woman. 

Location - home

As you washed your makeup and headed to bed , you heard your phone buzz. Looking at your phone you read the id of the message. 

Rhea ❤️‍🔥

You up rn?

You felt your eyes roll as you read the message. 

Y/N💕🫧

I wouldn’t be reading this if i wasn’t and why?

You placed your phone back down as you waited for an answer , but were surprised when the phone buzzed a minute later.

Rhea ❤️‍🔥

You wanna meet up at mine? Room 253

Y/N💕🫧 

Why are you asking me that don’t you have other girls to keep you company “Rhe-Rhe “🥺

Rhea❤️‍🔥

I see your still stuck in that🙄

Whatever its your choice of you want to meet me ,or not

And if not Ill just find someone else to keep me company 

You felt like your heart stopped for a second at the last text. Was she serious? You felt as if time stopped and you could just imagine Rhea with someone else. You couldn’t bare that thought. You rolled your eyes as you threw your phone on the hotel bed. You quickly got ready to meet Rhea. Putting on light makeup, sweatpants and a tight shirt. “Just how she liked it” you thought.

You grabbed your keycard and phone as you locked the door behind you. 

After quiet awhile , you found Rhea’s room and knocked on the door feeling a hint of sadness at the thought of what Rhea had texted you.  You were quickly put out of your trance as you saw the black haired women’s standing form in the doorway. A smirk formed on her face as she looked you up and down.

“ I see you made the right decision ,” she spoke as she led  you into her room. 

“Whatever , what did you need me here for?” you questioned.

“Well I was hoping that you could be my girlfriend?” 

“Did I hear that right?” I thought. Did she really want to be my girlfriend or would she just use me. These thoughts ran through my mind as rhea fidgeted with her hands. Trying to figure out a way for you to be hers.

“Look , I know that flirting with another girl wasnt the best Idea ,and i know I said I wasnt willing to get into a relationship, but I really want to try to be in one with you. If not we can forget it never happened I just-,” Rhea’s rambling was cut off by you attaching your lips to hers. 

“Of course I’ll be yours Rhea ,” You spoke when you pulled away from her.

Time skip

Waking up felt like heaven. And being next to Rhea felt surreal. You wished you could  be in this moment forever. Cuddling with Rhea as she slept peacefully. It was something you never thought you would imagine from her. It had only been a couple weeks that you two had been dating , but it felt like years that you two have been together and better yet known each other. 

You yawned as you looked at Rhea’s sleeping figure. You tied to sitting up, but were instead blocked by Rheas arms hugging your waist and blocking your way.

“Where do you think you’re going with ought me?” She spoke. Her voice horse and raspy , which made your heart beat faster.

“Didn’t you say we were going to meet The Judgment Day? It’s already 8:13am we have to be there by 9:00” You said as you traced her arm tattoos. As she played with your hair.

“Well then let’s get ready if then my love,” She answered back as she removed her hands from your waist. 

Time skip

Taking Rheas hand , you hopped out of her truck. You two had arrived at a nearby restaurant. You and Rhea walked hand into the restaurant and I immediately made eye contact with a man with tattoos and braids. Do I know him from somewhere? My thoughts were cut short as Rhea lead me to the table The Judgment Day was at. Which , surprisingly was the table with the guy I made eye contact with.

As we sat down , Rhea greeted the boys as she introduced me. 

“I think Ive seen you on  a magazine somewhere?” Dominik said as he took in my appearance. I smiled as I explained my modeling job to him. We made a small conversation as Finn , Damian  and Rhea talked and laughed. 

Dominik also explained his job as a wrestler as well as him finn and Damian. So thats where I know him from. I thought to myself. Although Damian was in a conversation of his own, for some reason he kept looking my way. Did I do something? Why did he keep looking out me instead of Rhea while he was talking to her?

After eating , We all walked outside towards put cars. But before I could follow Rhea, Damian asked if we could talk. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at Rhea , her giving me the okay before I walked with Damian. Before I knew it we were next to his car. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked him.

“I wanted to ask for your number,” He replied.

Suddenly everything clicked. Thats why he was looking at you…

He came closer to your face as he began to speak again. “Look , I know we hardly know each other , but I just want-,” Damian was cut off by a deep Australien voice. Turning around I saw the figure of Rhea. And she didnt look too pleased by the whole interaction. But she chose to hide her anger with a smile.

“Sorry , we have somewhere to be,” Rhea spoke with a smile. Although her voice sounded anything but happy. 

I followed Rhea into the car. As Rhea sat in the drivers seat, she began talking.

“What was that about hm?” She spoke , her eyes never leave the road. I could hear the jealousy in her voice as she talked. 

“I dunno Rhea lets just talk about it at the hotel,” you replied.

- at the hotel ( NSFW WARNING )

“P-please..” I breathed out as Rheas finger brushed against my heat. I needed her. But she wasn’t going down that easily. At least not right now.

“You really think you deserve this after what happened back there?” Rhea asked you. Her voice was soft and low. Slowly Rhea’s hands grabbed the waistband of my panties as she pulled them down. 

I whimpered as the cold air hit my clit. She looked up at me as a sly grin grew on her face. Withought warning she put both her index and middle finger into my wetness, making me squirm as she pushed my hips back down into the mattress.

I led out a lengthy moan as she moved her hands at a slow pace. It wasn’t much but god did it make you go feral. You broke the eye contact from Rhea as you felt yourself getting closer. 

“Nuh-uh eyes on me ,baby,” Rhea spoke as she stopped her movements completely.

You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You felt relief when Rhea put both fingers back into your aching whole. But this time instead of going slow, her movements were a faster than before. The sounds coming out of your mother’s were outright pornographic, making rhea smirk. She loved seeing this side of you.

You felt Rheas lips connect to your clit as she began sucking and licking. You were clutching onto her scalp as she drew out the most pornography moans.

“oh my goddddd,” you moaned as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Demi—please,” 

She slapped your thigh at the name , making you jolt from the sudden pain.

“Try again,” She said in a stern voice as she settled herself back in between your legs. She began to kitten lick your clit as she waited for an Answer.

“Mami p-please,” I spoke, almost breathless as she began putting more pressure on my clit. Licking and sucking

I squeezed Rheas hand as I felt my orgasm Approaching. 

“Cmom pretty girl, let it out,” Rhea spoke almost immediately.

My head fell back onto the silk pillows as I came on Rheas face. 

Rhea got up from her knees, getting a wet rag from the bathroom. When she was done cleaning me up, she washed her face and laid down next to me. Holding me to her chest. God you wished you two could stay like this forever. In her embrace

[bluegalaxygirl]

If your request are still open I would like to add a request.

Maybe some Zolu x Reader head-canons, like what would happen if they were to have kids?

Yes my requests are open and id love to do this I'll do Zosan though since I'm not to sure about Zolu at the moment sorry:) Reader is female

Warning: Bad language and fluff

As i was writing this i came up with a bunch of ideas so i'll be making two more stories and linking them. thank you for the request i enjoyed this so much :) <3

^ Your baby would be 100% protected no matter what. The whole crew would be down to fight if anything happened to your baby but Sanji and Zoro would be pissed and run right in to help. No one will ever touch their baby and one of you or the crew will always be with her. Gods forbid someone makes your baby cry, Sanji and Zoro will give them a death glare until they say sorry or run away.

^ Your first child would be a girl and it was your idea to call her Kuina after Zoro's childhood friend, Zoro loved it and was so grateful to have you and Sanji in his life. You would all take turns getting up at night with your baby but the boys made it a point to let you sleep more since you did have the baby and are providing the milk.

^ Sanji is in love from the moment he laid his eyes on his baby girl and would carry her around when ever he could, would never smoke around his baby and will start eating breath mints after a cigarette, no one told him to do it but he didn't want his daughter to get second hand smoke.

^ Zoro would take naps with your baby girl, you have to remind at first not to sleep in direct sunlight with her, but he soon got it and started sleeping either inside or under the tree on the grass deck, the baby would either be in her basket or on his chest. He loves to have his baby on his chest, she feels so warm.

^ Sanji would differently have the baby in the kitchen when he's cooking, having her sit in her high chair and showing her ingredients and telling her everything she needs to know, he'd let her taste things and listen to her babble with a "Yes, you think so?" or "That's a great idea".

^ When you and Sanji dance in the kitchen your baby love to watch, clapping along to the music and giggling at the two of you. Sanji will pick her up and let her join you two giving his two favorite girls compliments and kisses.

^ When you and Zoro work out together you like to have the baby in the room, She sleeps very well almost like the sound of the weights and you two talking lulls her to sleep. When she is awake you love to put her on a blanket on the floor and do push-ups above her, when coming down you blow on her belly or kiss her head making her giggle, her hands tend to grab your hair or nose, but she's so fucking cute you can't stop her.

^ Zoro falls in love all over again watching you and his baby, sometimes he'll just stop mid set watching you two. He 100% the kind of dad that makes his daughter feel strong, like when she squeezes his finger he'll fall to his knees and pretend like she's forcing him down "Oh no my baby girls too strong... please have mercy" his baby will giggle and let go, so he can kiss her forehead.

^ When the three of you are out you love to have the baby in your arms but if you get tired Sanji or Zoro are more than happy to hold her, Sanji will show off his baby when ever possible, lady's will swoon over him and the baby in his arms, but he's starting to flirt less and brag more about his baby girl and the woman who helped made her.

^ While out Zoro will either hand the baby in his kimono wrapped up tight, so she won't fall out or when she's old enough, on his shoulders letting her see the world and play with his hair. You or Sanji will always be with him when out with the baby, so he doesn't get lost and make you two worry, it happened once and you almost had a heart attack while Sanji almost killed Zoro.

^ You are praised a lot by the two, telling you how much they love you and thanking you for this bundle of joy. They make sure your well rested and well-fed, if you ever need time alone or away from the baby there is no problem, they will take care of things for you. You will get a lot of hugs and kisses when ever they see you, telling you how good you look even if you feel like shit.

^ Zoro and Sanji will spend time together in the aquarium bar with your baby, showing her the fish or letting her sleep while the two spend time together, they would love it of you joined them but sometimes you need time away or you have work to do. They will cuddle with each other and either sleep or talk quietly while your baby sleeps.

^ When your baby started talking her first word as "Berry" she loves strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but none of you expected that to be her first words. Her names for you are Mum and Mommy and for Sanji and Zoro she seems to only call Zoro Dad and Sanji Daddy.

----- Now for the crew, Friends & Foes -----

^ Luffy loves your baby girl, he always wants to bring her on adventures that the three of you have to stop. Luffy considers your baby girl a part of his crew but when she's old enough to talk he asks her to join his crew and before any of you three can stop him she answers yes. Luffy is your baby's uncle there's no doubt about it and when she started to talk it was hard for her to say Luffy or Uncle, so she started calling him Lu or Lulu.

^ Nami is one of your best friend's, but she wasn't to sure about your baby at first, it was mainly fear of doing something wrong or getting puked on but over time she starts to interact more with her and the first time she holds your baby girl she didn't want to let her go. Your daughter has been obsessed with Nami's hair form day one and loves to run her small hand through the navigator's hair, she never grabs, pulls or tried to eat it, you think she just loves the color and feel. At first, she started calling Nami Ore but when she could finally say Orange she started calling her that.

^ Usopp was a nervous wreck, he said a lot of stuff before the baby was born about being the best uncle and how good he is with baby's but when the baby was put into his arms he froze, he was scared to move or even breath, but he got a little more confident around her. He went over the top when baby proofing the ship but you didn't mind better to be safe than sorry. Your daughter thinks of him as her second uncle and loves to watch him make things, but he always panics when she gets a few feet too close to his tools, she laughs about it though and sits with Zoro watching him form afar. She likes to call him Nose, but she also calls him opp from time to time.

^ Robin is 100% the auntie to your daughter, she helps out a lot with the baby and often reads to her. She finds your baby so cute she can't help but blush when ever she starts babbling, she used to read your baby kids books but soon turned to history books, Sanji wasn't sure at first but Robin told him that the baby was smart, and she wouldn't read her anything graphic. Zoro was also weary of it but after sitting with them one time he realized it was ok, your baby enjoyed it and Robin mostly taught her about ancient city's and skypia. Your baby looks at Robin with so much wonder and calls her Ant since she couldn't say Auntie at first.

^ Chopper loves but also fears your daughter, he helped you through your pregnancy, the birth and check up's afterwords, if you or the boys have any concerns he's the one you go to. He mainly fears your daughter because she's convinced he's a real living teddy bear, she'll rub his fur, hug him but when she was teething she often tried to bite his antlers. You, Zoro and Sanji tired your best to explain things to her or get her to stop but it took a while. She of course calls him Teddy or Fluffy and smiles when ever she sees him.

^ Franky made her cry the first time he met her, his large figure leaning over to look at her made her scream and cry, he cried too getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It took a while for your daughter to get used to him, he made toys for her and would always use his tiny hand to interact with her as not to scare her. She starts really liking him as she gets older, she laughs when ever he does something silly, and she tends to copy him when ever he does his Super stance, her name for him is Robo and she refuse to call him anything else.

^ Brook and your Daughter had a strange meeting, they both just stared at each other for a solid minute before she starts laughing, it made every surprised, you thought she would be scared of him, but she wasn't, in fact she was fascinated by him, and he bent down to let her feel his skull. When ever she see's him she likes to touch his face or pull on his finger's, she loves his laugh and tried to mimic it at times. You often sing your baby to sleep but if your having trouble Brook will lend a hand and lightly place the violin while you sing, you baby falls asleep almost instantly. She loves to call him skelly or skull.

^ Jinbe is a big help in calming you or your boys down when your upset or frustrated over something to do with the baby, most of the time its you three doubting yourselves, but he's there for you, he thinks your daughter is amazing and your daughter loves to hear the man talk, its like when ever he does she can't turn away form him its something about his voice. She calls him Jin or Jolly and when ever she see's another fish man she loves to wave at them or say hi to them.

^ The heart pirates helped you through your birth, Chopper needed help and asked Law who wasn't too happy at first but agreed to help. You had the baby on the sunny so all the heart pirates where on the sub, but they really wanted to see your baby. they boo'd their captain when he said they were leaving, but they didn't fight him. Almost a month later they finally, met your baby, and she loved Bepo he was a big fluffy teddy in her eyes, and she loved Penguin's and Shachi's hats, the two took it upon themselves to get your baby a Dolphin hat, and she loves it. Law said he didn't feel any kinda way towards your baby, but he was so gentle with her and the slight blush on his cheeks gave away that he did think she was cute. The only member she was scared of was Jean Bart, he was a large man, but he was also super kind and gave your baby a lot of space.

^ Kid pirates had no idea you were even pregnant, your baby was over a year by the time they met up with the straw hats again and it was a chance meeting. You, Sanji and Zoro were out shopping, your baby girl on Zoro's shoulders until you bumped into Kid and Killer, The captain raised an eyebrow at you four before blurting out about you guys having a kid, Zoro handed Sanji the baby girl before yelling at Kid to back off. While those two argued Killer walked up to you and Sanji and the cooks instinct was to raise his leg up to protect your baby but you placed a hand on his leg, telling him it's ok. Killer went eye level with your baby and reached a finger out your baby taking it and shaking his hand as the man laughed a little and your baby girl laughed too. Kid and Zoro finally stopped fighting to see your baby and Killer interact, your baby touched the mans mask and her eyes were so kind. Kid sighs before congratulating you all and walking away, Killer waving goodbye too. It was a strange encounter but luckily there was no harm done. (Link)

^ When the Vinsmoke family found out they where pissed but didn't do anything about it, the only one who did care was Reiju, but she kept it to herself. She sent a gift basket and a card getting it special delivered to the sunny, Sanji cried when he saw it and it made you tear up a little too but you were all thankful to her. There was chance meeting with the three germa 66 boys that didn't go so well though (Link)

^ Mihawk and Perona had very different ways of interacting with your daughter, but they both really wanted to meet her, Mihawk sent a letter out along with a log post inviting you all to his castle, Perona wrote in it too asking all kinds of questions like what toy's does she like? Does she like pink? what's her favorite food? ect, you never thought the ghost girl would be interested in your baby but you were proven wrong (Link)

[imdoingsortagay]

You’re my girl

Ghostface!Agatha x reader

Summary : you were her girl and she’d do anything to protect you

Warning: ghostface!Agatha, murder and some dark stuff

word count : 2.9k

A/n : I’m sorry if this is trash but it’s something

Years and years of getting away from danger, yet it never failed to come popping out of nowhere. This time it was the first month of you moving into Westview and some innocent man had been murdered. 

“ Oh honey come here,” you hear your friend Agatha say as she brings you in for a hug. At first, when you got here she was a bit pushy with showing affection. Not being the one to be used to getting hugs til you met her 

“ You don’t have to be here Aggie,” you mumble into her chest,” I’d rather not put you in any danger”. 

“ Oh nonsense superstar” " she says and you both spend the rest of the day in her house before you eventually make it back to your house as you did have to go to work the next day. Not before Agatha kisses you on the cheek and a Tupperware full of leftovers. 

She was a nice lady, a good cook, and pretty as hell but there was always something that stopped you from making the relationship official with her. She could sense it too when you’d act like friends in public and lovers in private. She’d never question when you would see her at your apartment for little breakfast dates and see a random woman leave the place or when people would come and flirt with you whenever you’d drag her along to the bar. 

Right as you begin to get comfy in bed and think of Agatha, your phone starts ringing. The caller ID is unknown before you start to think of who might be calling you at this hour. One part of you says to let it ring until they get tired but after years of running from town to town, you are way better off just answering the call. A couple more seconds go by before you press the answer button and are met with a very familiar deep laugh

“ Well if it isn’t my sweetheart,” Ghostface tells you over the phone while you roll your eyes. Always the one for pentanes this one. 

“ How the fuck did you even get my information ?????” You ask. 

“ Y/n darling,” she pauses,” use that adorable brain of yours to think where’d I get all the information on you baby. I just wanna make sure my favorite bunny is safe from all the danger of course”. 

“ After you killed my wife I doubt that’s true,” you spit back, feeling your pent-up anger come back. All their years of running from Ghostface and yet they never failed at being horrible. It had been a year into your marriage with Natasha at the time when she was brutally murdered by the killer after they saw the both of you happy together. Since then each person you tried to get together with, would always get murdered in a gruesome way, and the both of you would play a game of cat and mouse until you got tired of it and moved away. 

Truly there was some delusion going on in your head if you thought they’d leave you alone. Nobody can stop them in their path of destruction if it means having you. 

“ Just wanted to see how Westview was treating you bunny, liking all your new besties? “ 

“ how the fuck do you know where I am you massive -“ 

“ I have ears and eyes everywhere honey, better not be too careful with that redhead sweetheart” they pause,” for a married woman, she sure does seem to flirt with you all the time”. 

“Wanda and I are just friends you ass,” they can hear you yell through the phone. Wanda was in a happy marriage with Jarvis and from the many times you’ve had dinner with them, they seemed to both be madly in love with each other.

“ Honey you studied at one of the most prestigious colleges in the country and you can’t seem to see that the redhead wants to be fucked by you,” they pause,” that woman is terrible at hiding her moans darling, she tends to moan out your name a lot when the husband of hers is out on some dumb business trip”. 

“ You’re lying,” you yell again, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. 

“ Darling you’ve known me longer enough to know me as someone who’d lie,” and before you can respond you hear your office door open to ghost's face. Your flight or fight going on overdrive as you throw the knife their way and they dodge it with ease. The closer they get to you the faster you move to get out of your house to go to the one person who’d protect you with all their energy. Only 2 houses away you make it to her door and ring the doorbell with fear before you’re met with the older woman who seemed to be sleeping at that moment.

“ Honeybee? It’s only 10 pm what’s the rush-?” She asks before you push the both of you inside and lock the door. Sensing your nervousness, Agatha holds you in her arms. The warmth of the woman brings your breathing down and makes you forget what happened earlier in your house. 

“ Honey, you’re scaring me why’d you run into my house? Did someone come? A dog? A rude neighbor?” She asks brushing your hair away to your face and her heart breaks to see you crying. 

“ Aggie they came,” you say between sobs,” they came here Aggie I didn’t think they’d come back!!!” You say as you cry again in her arms. All your friend can do is keep holding you in her arms. 

“ I’m never letting you get hurt my little honeybee,” she tells you as a means to comfort you,” As long as I’m in your life, you’ll always have someone to protect you from all the evil in the world”. 

And she made sure of it. 

3 months passed with no other sightings of ghost faces, no murder committed by them, and no other weird calls since then. Agatha offered up her home to protect you from the dangers of the world and you took the offer. At first, it was weird sharing a house with the woman but it became comforting to come home to her making your favorite dinner in the most gorgeous-looking dress you’ve ever seen on her. Before the two of you know it, it becomes a routine to come home after a busy day of work to Agatha making you food. 

“ Oh honey I’m home,’ you say in a way too cheery tone that elicited a chuckle from the older woman. You take off your suit jacket to see Agatha has gone casual but you pay no mind to it as she approaches you for your usual after-work hug. 

“ Nothing weird happens to you at work ?” She casually asks you while serving you a plate. 

“ No but I got a random text from Wanda, I haven’t talked to her in a while though,” you pause as you bite into the meatloaf,” she’s been busy trying to be a better wife to her husband or whatever the girl at the coffee shop said.”

“Now?” Agatha asks “ I wonder why”. 

“ It might be because of what ghost face told me the night I almost died” you mumble to her, Agatha unsure as to how to react. She had assured you that you didn’t have to tell her what was said that night. She had thought it would be months from now until you had been more comfortable to talk. 

“ Ghostface told me Wanda had a crush on me and something about hearing her masturbate to the thought of me,” you tell the woman” which I don’t believe for one instance”. 

“ What did she send?” Agatha asks you in a monotone voice, which makes you a bit nervous but you show her the text either way. She’s your friend, of course, she would never force you to show her and you felt comfortable doing so. 

Maximoff: I know we haven’t talked since you moved in with Harkness but I miss you y/n <3 

“ Should I go talk to her tomorrow? I mean it’d be weird to still be friends even after the info they told me but maybe so? Do I bring something? Wine? Roses? A baked good? Or -“ 

“ Honeybee calm down,” she chuckles,” look at me dear and breathe a bit”. 

“ If you want to talk with her y/n and you feel that you’re ready for it,” she grabs both of your hands,” I think it might be a great idea”. 

The past couple of months of being in Agatha’s house you don’t notice how pretty she is, her pretty eyes looking at you as she talks about something but all you can focus on is her pretty lips. 

“ Are you listening to me - “ you take the moment to kiss her lips, your gut telling to you show the appreciation you have for her. Agatha takes a couple of seconds to focus before grabbing you from your chair, carrying you like you weigh nothing. 

“ Bedroom baby ?” She asks between kisses. 

“ Fuck yes please baby’, you respond as she makes your way to her bedroom.

“ Three hours later “ 

You wake up in Agatha’s bed with a smile on your face and your body sore, happy to have been fucked by her but also shocked too. All this time she looked like a sweet lady who would blush at the mention of sex. Yet Agatha proved you very wrong with your assumption. 

You move to the right side of the bed, expecting the woman to be fast asleep, and are met with an empty bed. While one part of you wants to just go back to sleep the other part of you chooses to get out of bed to see where she went. You can’t find any shirt of yours so you decide to throw on the one Agatha had on earlier, sure it’s a bit big on you but better than walking around naked. 

‘ Where the fuck is she’ you think to yourself as you look around the house, not finding her in the kitchen, the bathroom, or even your office which worries you a bit. She can protect herself, all this time with her she has proven she can defend herself. You try to think positively in said moment when you hear some muffled talking coming from the one place she told you not to go to, the basement. 

When you first moved in, she gave you free rein in her house except for the basement. You respected that rule as it would be the one place where she could have some alone time but this might be the one moment where you’d break that rule if it meant assuring that she was okay in the moment. Checking behind you once again as you slowly make your way down to the basement to not make yourself known the talking starts to get louder but the moment that you open the door to the forbidden room, you can believe your eyes. 

Wanda’s dead body is all over the floor, still bleeding while your friend, your protector for the past couple of months is above her body with a giant kitchen knife still in her right hand. 

“ You weren’t supposed to see this honeybee,” she starts,” I was gonna clean out the basement before you woke up”. 

“ Agatha you can’t explain this in any way,” you tell her, shock all over your face. Your mind goes in all different places before Agatha starts talking again. 

“ I was just protecting you sweetheart. Wanda wanted you for herself to fuck and I couldn’t let that happen to my little honeybee so I just decided to take her out before she can do anything to you”. 

“ Oh god, oh god it’s you,” you say to yourself. All the years of pain and suffering, countless times the cops told you they couldn’t capture your biggest enemy and somehow it was the person who brought you into their home, made you feel loved, made you feel protected, made you feel the happiest you’ve been in years to tear it all down with the revelation. 

“ I knew that brain of yours worked baby,” Agatha says as she slowly makes her way to you. You don’t think quickly enough before she grabs your body, unable to get away from the older woman’s grip. She was the one who took everything away from you all those years ago starting with your dead wife and you hated yourself for falling for her spell. 

“ Let me go,” you struggle to get out of her grip as she carries you to a chair not a couple of feet away from your friend's body. Even with your failed attempt to get out of her strong grip, Agatha manages to tie you up in the chair and then goes to a nearby table to let you calm down. 

“ All this time you were the one who made my life a living hell,” you hear Agatha laugh at your words, meaning she must feel the opposite. 

“ Oh baby that’s far from the truth,” she says,” that wife of yours was doing some shady business behind your back and I was just trying to keep you safe before she used you to get off scot-free. All this was to protect you from going to jail”. 

“ NO “  

“ No? Oh honey once I’m down with you then you’ll realize all of this,” she points to the dead body not far away from you,” was to make sure that you were safe and sound my darling”. 

“ Like I said: I’m never letting you get hurt my little honeybee,” she tells you and you fear what she has planned. 

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Helloooo, hellooo?

Id like to request a dabble or a fic (if you’re up for that, naturally no pressure✨) with Kaeya with a plus-sized reader please! She could be generally okay with her body and her appearance , but there are occasions where she feels self conscious herself and Kaeya’s just like:

“oh no no no-“

Omg hello love!!! I see you on my page all the time!!! Your icon pops up in my activity and I'm like omg it's auraee ♡

I hope I did your request justice!!! It's my first time writing a plus-sized reader so let me know if there are any improvements I should make!!

Kayea x fem!plus-sized!reader II fluff, comfort.

Kayea is in love with your body.

Each an every curve of yours, in his eyes, was divinely crafted.

He'd often catch himself staring unabashadly at the way you moved, the way your clothes hugged your form, especially those parts of your outfit that clung a little tight, causing some extra flesh to peek out the top. That was his favorite. He turns into such a mess when he sees you, you could fry an egg on his smouldering, flushed cheeks. He wouldn't even notice, either, too caught up in his admiration. It takes a harsh smack to the back of his head by Jean or his older brother in order to pull him from that lovesick trance and get his focus back on the matter at hand. You are, sadly, no longer allowed in the Knights of Favonious Headquarters while Kaeya is on the clock for this reason. It's just too hard for him to keep his attention on anything other than his flawless girlfriend when he has her in the room.

He is genuinely amazed that a person can be so perfect inside and out. "Not only do you gift the world with your beauty, but also your gorgeous soul." he coos at you, an affirmation he never forgets to say every morning while he hugs you close to him in the reflection of your bedroom mirror.

In Kaeya's opinion, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.

Which is why it is so perplexing when you have any negative thoughts regarding yourself.

If a wish for a different figure, a change to any part of you—any precious plushy part of your body, is uttered from your mouth, he gets personally offended. How could you think that any part of the body that houses the love of his life is…anything but perfect? He fell in love with the space where your thighs touch, the squishy part of your arms, your stomach and your hips—everywhere he can hold you with. It’s these parts of you he peppers kisses to if you speak ill of them, these parts of you he loves and cherishes.

He laughs at you with that attractive annoying sultry chuckle, “…Darling, you sound ridiculous.”

“What?”

“Sweetheart, your body mirrors goddesses. And I am honored to be a believer, honored to worship at your alter.”

On these rare occasions of you having doubts, Kaeya never fails to help you see just how treasured every inch of you is.

Yes, you are divinely crafted.

Yes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.

And yes, yes, yes,

Kaeya loves you. Each and every part of you.

[notbecauseofvictories]

a brief list of people I talked to during my vacation, incomplete:

the woman who kindly escorted us to her favorite pubs in Dublin. I'd guess she was in her late fifties/early sixties, and she was very kind about squiring several jetlagged/semi-drunk tourists to her favorite bars. She talked about her daughter and her holidays and kindly left us to soak in the beer, atmosphere, and local music, before floating back to the hotel on a cushion of sleep deprivation and alcohol.

the tour guide who took us through Cork to Killarney, who was extremely chatty---but it was invaluable local color, in my opinion, since I think it's rare to find someone so willing to talk about their childhood with complete strangers. She told us about how her mother would send them out to pick blackberries for jam, the weekly washings, the annual Medicine Taking in the spring (it was horrible and completely useless, according to her), and how her father would load up their milk to head to the processing shed and collect town gossip there. Apparently, there was a Traveler family that used to park their wagons in her family's yard, and the family would share leftovers, help the Traveler's daughter to school in exchange; she remembers when the daughter died, and then there were no more visits.

the other tour guide, who was very polished and professional---he had lots to say about the extant education and healthcare systems, as much as history, and only teased me a little bit for mispronouncing "cairns." He ruefully admitted he hadn't understood Banshees of Inisherin, even when I mentioned it had inspired my trip to Inis Mor. (I was quietly in love with him.)

the staff at [redacted] in Galway, which is where I and my family hung out after our long days ended. I loved their bartenders specifically, the cheerful woman who kept (not so subtly, but amusingly) needling us to buy more, and joking with us; the uni student who wanted to know what "Notre Dame" was and told us she was studying education; the man with the thick Russian accent who went into detail about the Prigo/zhin crash and why it had occurred; the young man who talked about the bars in Dublin, and how he'd just returned from because he'd forgotten his ID at one of its best ones.

the fellow traveler, who I also sat with at that bar---he was only there to pick up his wife for a mini-vacation, but he was charming and I loved listening to him talk about Dublin, about what he remembered as the best spots, comparing notes with the bartender to see whether certain bars were still "cool" or if that was 10 years in the past.

the owner---as I later found out---of The Bar on Inish Mor, who is competent and capable as any manager I've ever had. When I first saw her she was pulling pints behind the bar; only after an hour or two of observation did one of the underlings mention that, oh no, she wasn't just a manager, she was the owner. But of course anyone quietly instructing staff to clear tables or wash dishes, making sure that food arrived on time, and exchanging charming banter with customers, has to be the owner. I don't know her name, but I admire her intensely.

(sidenote, the guy who wiped out on the biking path, who rose up laughing at himself, and his friends who gathered around him taking the absolute piss out of their mate even as they catalogued his injuries---I love all of them.)

the staff at the Little Museum of Dublin, one of whom asked if I was a history student (I'm not, but was charmed) and then talked about the creeping horror of bog bodies and the museum's planned expansion until they had other duties to attend to.

the curators at St. Auoden's, who talked to me about the function of the church, its graves, and also discovering headless bodies beside the churchyard.

that curator at Marsh's Library, who gamely entertained all my questions about Latinate titles and preserved skulls. I still need to know more about the Irish book of prophecy prohibited by the Vatican but benignly ignored by the Dublin clergy; I guess I'll email them directly.

the woman I helped across the street in Dublin. She had vertigo, and was not confident she could make it by herself. A lovely woman, with sere white hair and blue eyes, and she thanked me so profusely afterwards. I hope she's having a good day.

the kindly night manager of the hotel, who asked whether I was okay when I showed up at 3am in the hotel lobby. (My bus to the airport left at 4am.) He told me about his family and the rhythms of the job; I told him about Chicago/what I'd seen in Ireland so far.

Obviously there was a lot of notable history and peerless attractions, but there's something about the people you meet on vacation that's just....well, it's like lightning, in that it doesn't strike twice and it fills you with awe every time.

[glorious-imagines]

Nosedive

Sequel to Crushed

Jason had messaged her multiple times since their breakup. Mostly, he was blocked. He knew it was unfair of him to want to communicate with her. He just couldn't help himself. He, at least, hoped they could be friends again.

A cup of coffee was sat in front of him. "Girl, troubles?" His favorite waitress asked, light tone trying to hide her worry.

He gave her a sly smirk. "Are there any other kinds of trouble?"

"You alone make up half of them." She joked as she wrote down his usual order and handed it to a passing waiter.

"You wound me, Gabby." He feigned hurt, wrenching his shirt in one hand.

"So," she slid into the seat across from him. "Tell mama Gabs all about the girl that has you all up in your feelings."

Jason chuckled, "I'm not in my feelings."

She raised a brow, "Jay, you've been staring at your phone with that hit puppy look since you got here."

"Whats wro--"

"You've been here for over an hour." He finds he can't deny her claims. "If I didn't have a shift, you'd have been kicked out. You didn't even order anything."

He sips his coffee. "Thanks, Gabs..."

"Now, tell me what happened."

Jason huffed and sank further into his seat. "Her name is Y/n. She's the most amazing woman, I've ever met." He told her everything that happened.

"What the hell, Jay? Did you fucking cheat on her?!"

"What?" Jason sneered.

"I swear to fucking god, Jason, I will kick your ass--" she threated.

"Gabs, I would never cheat. You know me better than that." They stared each other down before she relented.

"Fine, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But this timeline isn't making sense."

"Thats because it was supposed to be a one night stand. It was before Y/n and I even got together. She said she was on birth-control..."

Gabby nods along, piecing things together easily. "So you put your... gunk in her?"

Jason bursts with laughter at this. "Gunk?"

"Well, I don't like thinking of you like that. It's gross." She feigned a baby barf.

He shakes his head with a smile. "Anyway, she took it upon herself to keep said gunk swirling around in her." She throws a ketchup packet at him.

"Without talking to you?"

He shakes his head solemnly, fidgeting with the ketchup packet. "No, she did, but what was I supposed to say? 'Get an abortion?' That would make me a piece of shit. She even gave me an out."

"So, why didn't you take the out?"

His smile became dejected. "How could I, Gabs?"

"Even at the cost of losing the woman you truly love?"

"If I leave the kid, I know I'll regret it. Now, isn't the right time to have a kid. Especially not in my line of work. But I couldn't say that I'd stop. It would never be the right time. I can't abandon this kid. Leave them wondering what they did wrong..."

"Jay..." She said quietly when she noticed his eyes becoming misty.

He takes a moment to collect himself. "I love Y/n, but I'm not about to leave my kid high and dry. It'll be hard to balance work and home but I know I can do it."

His food arrives, interrupting the flow of the conversation. Gabby can tell when Jason is done talking. She leaves him to eat but keeps an eye on him until he leaves.

...

Y/n had thrown herself into work. Both hero and not. She took many extra missions and when she couldn't she worked overtime at her day job. There was hardly a moment to think. And she preferred this.

Currently, Y/n was on her way back to work from lunch. She sipped her favorite boba and scrolled through her phone. She immediately noticed when someone was following her. Their steps were light and shakey, unsure. They weren't there to harm her, apparently.

Before she knew it, the steps had retreated. Whoever it was, they weren't a threat. Maybe they just thought she was someone else.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, John Stewart's face showed on the caller ID. She debated if she wanted to answer or not. If she did she'd probably have to leave work. She sipped her boba.

"You were just going to let me go to voicemail?" Green Lantern floated down to her.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Next time, just come thru with a whole ass blimp and some fireworks. That'll really get peoples attention."

He powered down his ring, choosing to ignore the sarcasm. "I heard about the breakup, Y/n."

Her face pulls into a scowl, "You're about three months late on that, G."

"Well, excuse me for having intergalactic duties." He puts a hand on her shoulder, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No. I'd rather forget it ever happened." He raises a brow. "Yeah, obviously I'm not gonna forget or use magic. So, I'm doing the next best thing."

"Keeping yourself so busy that you neglect your health?" He chided her. "Y/n, everyone is worried about you."

"For what?!" She snapped, "I'm fine! Just like when his ex showed up and they had a private conversation. Or when he told me that she was fucking carrying his seed. And even now that we're not together anymore… I'm. Doing. Just. Fine."

John pulls her into a hug. "Listen, kid, it's okay to not be okay. It's okay to be angry and hurt… and even to still wanna be with him." He gently stroked her hair. "Your feelings don't somehow make you less and no one gets to tell you how to deal with them."

"Even if I decide to kill them?" She mumbled against his chest.

He chuckles, "I could leave'em on a deserted planet if you want."

"As if his family would let that happen. It's a nice thought, though."

A woman cleared her throat behind Y/n. "E-excuse me, can I have a moment with Y/n?"

With the way Y/n went so rigid in his hold, John could guess who the woman was. "I don't think--"

"And let's keep it that way, G." Y/n interrupted, her frown finding its way back. "I'll contact you if I need anything." At his hesitancy, she made him a promise and he flew off.

Y/n stuffed her free hand in her pocket to keep from punching a pregnant woman. 'Her face isn't pregnant,' her thoughts retorted but she shut the impulse down.

"I sent a text, but…" Isabel trailed.

"If its one thing bitches gon' have it's the motherfucking audacity."

"Excuse me…?" She faltered.

"Obviously, you're blocked. What the hell gave you the idea that I wanted to talk to you?" She crushed the boba cup in her hand causing it to spill over and making Isabel jump a bit.

"I-I only came to apologize--"

"For what? Destoying my perfect relationship?"

"Jason deserved to know. It was his decision to be a father."

By now, Y/n was beyond pissed. This bitch was just asking to be smacked up. "You didn't come here to apologize. You came to absolve yourself of your guilt. And I am not going to help you with that."

"I was trying to be the bigger person but you're too childish. Jason choosing me was the best decision he's made."

"Bitch--!"

Y/n was about to tear into Isabel when a hand was on her shoulder. "You're making my friend angry. And that makes me angry. Leave before I forget you're pregnant."

"Fine but Jason will hear about this." She stomps off like a toddler denied candy.

"Ugh, I need a drink."

"Me too, I'll buy."

"Thanks, Shana. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Apparently, threatening pregnant women." Shana turns to her, brow raised. "Who the hell is that?"

"I'll explain on the way." Y/n tosses the destroyed boba in the trash.

At some random bar Y/n finishes explaining her life's current events. "Anyway, she sucks, he sucks, and I will never love again."

"Or, and hear me out, maybe you need someone to help with the process a little?" Shana smiles at her suggestively.

Y/n frowns, dread filling her stomach. "Oh no, what are you thinking?"

"The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, duh." Shana rolls her eyes like Y/n should've known that. "I came to ask for help for a mission but shirking my responsibilities is more fun."

NEXT

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doorman

From That's Not My Neighbor game

Note - I don't know if there will be any romantic relationship, I really don't want to but maybe I'll change my mind, also you'll notice that I have favorites.

Part 1 (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10)

While I was driving towards the "Jermaine Middleton Apartments," the place where I would be working as a doorman, it all started an hour ago while I was scrolling through social media. My mother had called me and told me about a friend of hers who was currently searching for a doorman for her apartment. I obviously accepted the job since I had been searching for an easy job, but now that I thought about it, I probably should've considered it a bit more.

I arrived at the location and saw a woman in her mid-30s outside. She looked at my car and walked towards it. I got out and greeted her. She was delighted that I accepted the job and quickly put me to work without explaining anything, writing a contract, or providing any details. She just showed me the office, put on a recording, mentioned my pay would be at the end of every week, and then left.

"What the heck?" I thought as I watched the documentary and realized I was going to have to figure out who was and who wasn't human. "Oh crap, what have I gotten myself into!?" I hadn't thought that being a doorman meant having to identify doppelgangers. "Well, these people might as well say goodbye to their lives because I'm a failure at this type of thing," I thought as I looked around. "No, Y/N, don't think like that. You have a duty now, and that is to protect these people," I thought with determination.

The metal shield then rose up, and I saw a person in a protective yellow suit. They greeted me, provided a bit more information on what I had to do, and then left. "Wow, do they seriously expect anyone to be able to save a whole apartment with just this info?" I thought as I got my area organized, I saw the list of people that were expected to come in. "Okay, I can do this," I thought as I saw someone walk to the front window.

It was a very pretty woman. "Wow, look at how pretty she is. Wait, isn't she one of the twin models that always appear in famous magazines that my friend never fails to mention? Wait, these two also show up in annoying YouTube ads" I thought as I looked at her closely and confirmed that she was one of the twin models. "From how she is wearing an orange dress and round earrings, I think she is Selenne," I thought as I was about to confirm my suspicions, but her annoyed face made me stoped.

Selenne - *annoyed* "Are you going to check my papers or what? You know my time is precious, and right now I need to quickly return to my complex to change, so hurry up."

"Mmm, so it was true about celebrities having a bad attitude," I thought as I started to check her papers. Since I was new to the whole thing, it took me some time, which only made her more annoyed.

Selenne - *tapping her foot* "Ugh, can you hurry up? I'm going to be late, and it'll be your fault."

"If you don't shut up, then I'll take longer," I said as I looked at the ID number.

Selenne - *gasp* "Do you know who I am!?"

"Yeah, a pompous brat who doesn't know how to shut up or prepare on time. Now, zip it, or else I'm going to take longer," I said, already annoyed.

She looked at me angrily, but I couldn't care less. I then confirmed she was the real one, although I had already confirmed that a few minutes ago. I just wanted to annoy her since she was rude. I let her in, and after she left, her twin came. She gave me her papers and started to tap her finger on her arm but didn't say anything. "She probably heard me and her sister arguing," I thought as I looked over her papers. Once I made sure she was the real one, I let her in, and she also gave me one last annoyed glanced.

"Mmm, if I can annoy those famous twins, then maybe this job won't be so bad," I smiled at that thought. I then heard the door to the office open. I looked and saw it was my mom's friend, a.k.a. the landlord. She looked at me and smiled.

Mary - "Please excuse those two; they both have a very strong temper."

"Oh, don't worry; so do I," I said as I smiled at her.

Mary - *smiles* "Well, I just came in to mention a few things that I realized I failed to mention. You won't exactly get a lunch break; you can eat any time, but not like a normal employee. Since you are the only doorman this apartment has, you can't take breaks. Well, you can, but you have to stay in the office at all times in case someone comes. You can walk around, decorate the office however you like, and *takes out a key* you can also use the kitchen that's behind the door with flower decorations, don't worry it has enough food for a week."

I looked at her with an 'Are you serious?' face. "Anything else?" I said with sarcasm.

Mary - "Oh yes, thanks for asking. You will also work from 6 to either 10 or 11 pm, but no pass those hours, oh but don't worry the pay is good. Well, that's all. Goodbye, dear. Remember to work hard and not let those monsters in."

After she finished saying that, she turned around and walked away, leaving me with my 'Are you serious?' face all alone in the office. "I might let those monsters kill me," I said as I only stared at the office exit door.

This is how I imagine the office would be

[kaistrashbin]

Of course I'm doing good, I get to talk to you after all <3

But! I have a question for you :)

What's your favorite thing about Donna?

-Valentines anon

Daaayummm, that was a good line LOL got me there XDD

Favorite thing about Donna though! That's a very good question, I really can't pick because I deeply love all of her and think every aspect of Donna ties together wonderfully to create a very interesting character that just appeals more to me personally. Though, if I have to answer, I'd say that it's her personality! Sure, most of it comes from fan interpretation BUT, I just love it as well as that the mainly softer and more timid self she mainly shows (and ofc along with the darker, unhinged, etc. side 💕) feels more natural for her because of her in-game behavior. To me at least!!

More in depth under the cut!

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Before we get into this, everything down here is written from my memory of RE8 and Resident Lover. Just in case anything is a bit inaccurate or incorrect

We can't forget that in-game she was the impressive mastermind of a terrifying labrynth, and the hallucinations she used to mess with Ethan's mind to draw him further into the "game" were very interesting as well as scary. I've heard from others, and I myself agree that Donna's house is the scariest part of RE8. She herself may appear to be a very timid, mysterious and grief-stricken woman but she is very smart (Miranda's notes of her being "mentally underdeveloped" are likely due to things like mental illnesses she may have, or if she is neurodivergent. We don't know because it doesn't say but clearly she can be a very capable individual, even if she wasn't to Miranda's standards...which were really just trying to get as close to "perfection" as possible. Not even Miranda's more "favored" children were good enough for her true purpose. Just good pawns and fodder). It's clear she knew what she was doing and regardless of why (whether it's because she wanted to toy with Ethan or simply out of desperation to follow orders and either keep him there or kill him), she was definitely creative, calculated, and targeted deeply personal things about Ethan (that being his wife Mia and him being a father).

But just looking at her and reading up on her (as well as listening to her only voice line- which I'm still sad about), you can see she's very mysterious and reserved. Angie is quite literally the most "personality" anyone sees in comparison to what Donna brings. I love that it leaves so much room for you to mess around with things but also that through so little you can really see a lot at the same time.

The fan game Resident Lover especially had me falling in love with Donna lmfaoo. She's just so sweet and shy and jumpy. <3 But then you can clearly see multiple times that she's not some helpless thing. She can and will take charge and be serious (and even dangerous/frightening) when she needs to (this is also shown in other routes). And then when her and MC get together, she's just constantly showering them in love and affection and id be lying if I said I didn't absolutely adore that XDDD I think Resident Lover did a good job of making Donna feel like well...Donna! While also adding to her.

Honestly I like most interpretations of Donna, especially when they incorporate all those different aspects. 😄😄

[dogboyklug]

UH-OH! a comic about being trans. by me. part one of probably three :]

i felt bad about being transmasc so i decided to just give up and write about it until i hopefully didnt. i feel a little better getting this all on digital paper but there's still. a lot to draw. so. oops

i'll be posting the next parts. whenever they're ready (which will hopefully be soon) and linking them all here, so whenever you want just check back with the base post and i'll prolly add some links and maybe clean things up. yay!

text transcript / partial ID under the cut!

transcript:

looking back, there were a few signs i might have been trans.

[a sequence of events showing little me flinching and going "ow" at being called his deadname, little me reading a book and going "haha im like a tomboy but i dont like sports or being active or anything im just. a boy. haha", and little me having an active breakdown, crying and holding his glasses, with partially obscured text in a dark cloud around him. the only text visible shows his thoughts, and shows he's worrying that he's sexist for mostly only liking and relating to boy characters.]

...some.

however.

there were also a few things i considered signs of me not being trans at all.

EXHIBIT A:

[a drawing of little me, looking at his 3ds. he's thinking "as long as i make sure that i always play as the 'main girl character' in these games i wont cry because im a girl because i wont be me as a girl i'll be Them. roleplaying. as them".]

no dysphoria.

[caps] EXHIBIT B: [end caps]

[a crude drawing of little me staring at nothing. he's thinking "i don't hate women. and i don't like being mean to other people."]

[caps] I WAS A FEMINIST. [end caps]

and not toxically masculine.

i knew about trans people, but i didn't know trans MEN existed.

[a drawing of little me, with the caption "clueless". he's staring slightly up, and saying "huh?!"]

my mom was nonbinary, with a few trans friends, but people [caps] WANTING??? TO BE MEN??? [end caps]

to be

gross,

disgusting,

hateful,

cruel,

oppressive,

men?

[the background slowly gets darker until it reaches the final word, and that word is a significantly bigger font than the rest of the words.]

for a while, primarily due to my lack of research

[drawing of little me, staring at his computer (which is labeled "deviantArt machine") and going 'huh'.]

i figured, if i WAS trans, I was probably a trans women.

but of course, that was silly

you can't be a trans woman if you're already afab.

and there's no other ways of being trans,

right?

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a deviantArt favorite's tab. none of the favorited pieces have any detail, though several are the same width and length as classic deviantArt stamps.]

hm.

hmmmmm...

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a representation of one of the favorited stamps. it's a massive, pink stamp with the text "SHE/HER!" in it in all caps and pink lettering. bottom text states it is a "she/her pronouns badge by ...", though the rest is cut off.]

HMMMM...

[a picture of a mouse hovering over the 'favorite/unfavorite' button. the star is filled in, indicating clicking it would unfavorite the piece.]

[two wordless panels, side-by-side, showing little me staring at his screen, hovering his cursor over the unfavorite button.]

[two more panels, showing that little me has unfavorited the she/her badge. the panel showing his face shows he is grinning wildly, his hair has poofed up in excitement, and his glasses are now blue-ish purple.]

OHO!!!!!!!!!!!!1

.................and that's

quite literally

how it happened.

before i knew how bad the entire site was, i would frequent dA. CONSTANTLY.

it was baby's very first "social media" webpt site.

[a drawing of a tiny, cartoonish kitten with a small turf of hair, staring at wonder up at a computer, one hand on the mousepad. it is labeled "dramatic reenactment of me making my d a account."]

i wasn't really SHELTERED as a kid, i just didnt know fuck for shit, and my baby anxiety made learning annoyingly hard.

so i turned to memes as a sort of wire mother as opposed to my real, cloth one.

jokes can be easier to understand than reality, sometimes.

(this isnt a good thing.)

so, i sort-of-came-out on deviantart, home of the wacky, wild and weird, where i learned he/him pronouns were an option, and a choice.

[a drawing of little me, with blue glasses, gazing up at the sky and smiling triumphantly.]

and some crazy trauma but that's for a different comic. if i make it.

[a drawing of little me being hit with a cartoonish star, which is meant to represent the trauma.]

sooo...

that's it, right?

[little me, with a cartoony bandage on his head, gently rubbing his wound.]

my mom was supportive & anyone who wasn't ...isn't in the picture now

that's the end

...right?.

end transcript.

[quillkiller]

I had a dream about Bellatrix X fem!regulus. Is this weird or can you see the vision

baby i so see the vision and i’ve had wandering thoughts about them before………. lesbian regulus is my favorite regulus.. and as you all know bella is always a lesbian to me <3

to me, this relationship would be sort of similar to her affair with lucius which i’ve written about here. something something about how it’s easier to endure together, easier to explore together— but instead of bella wanting to ruin reg like she wants to ruin and possess lucy, i feel like she’d be a lot more protective and familial with regulus. she’d want to be her protector and dark knight and take reg under her wing. it would be sort or mutually destructive and chaotic i think but at the same time they’d feel completely safe together? there’s a knowing within the black family that i’ve talked to kara about before. they’re brought up repressing their feelings and desires and they so badly want their lovers to just be able to read their minds. to just be able know. which is why most of their relationships not only ends, but more often than not ends in tragedy. bella and reg would both be blacks, and while they can’t actually read each others minds there’s still a knowing and understanding between them that only exists within the black family itself. even sirius and andy know this even when they run away, which is why it hurts so much to think about what they left behind. the blacks are so intertwined and similar in what they don’t say that they can very nearly make it out from nothing but a gut feeling or a look.

bellas and regs differences are also interesting to think about. first off there would be quire the age gap. bella is almost always atleast 8 years older than reg to me. then there’s bellas determination and ambition to make it to the very top. to get the best grade in Loyal Follower. she’s a woman who’s not only willing to, but has been actively looking her whole life for something to devote herself to body and soul. she doesn’t want to be a person, and having a sense of self makes her uncomfortable. makes her think of all the ways she’s lacking. how she’ll never be heir. how she’ll never be equal to a man no matter how hard she works. no matter if she works harder than all of them. and (if this is a voldy vision) before she stumbles upon the dark lord, bella is desperately looking for things to devote herself to in the meantime.

reg would soak it up a think. to be she’s always the second choice. the quiet one and to everyone else she’s always been not-sirius. reg isn’t charming like sirius, isn’t charismatic like like sirius, doesn’t turn heads like sirius does, isn’t fit to be a leader like sirius. sirius, the favorite son and favorite friend and favorite cousin. reg to me is a mtf lesbian btw, or i always see her gender and something strange and vague and she doesn’t ever really transform to me more than she relates to a genderless experience/a womans experience. usually she’s a he/him nonbinary dyke to me but i think in a voldy world she’d be more confused about her gender and consider herself mtf regardless of if she comes out or not. anyway! sirius leaves and now she’s heir because she’s still percieved as a man. and that’s where bella swoops in and bends the knee, wants to be regs dark knight and devote herself to her. i don’t think reg has ever felt anything like it. to be the center or someones world. to be the object of someones desire in this obsessive and intense way. so i think she’d bask in it. bella would know about regs gender identity and be protective. there’s a familial bond between them that doesn’t exist between her and lucy in my other au. bella would want reg under her wing, would always want an eye on her. would always want her safe…..? what if they’d even get married.

please tell me more about your dream!!! id LOVE to hear your vision!!!!

[andromerot]

my pedro almodóvar marathon. thoughts, feelings, tier list

or, i spent like 50 hours on this so i better get to post about it

well, i'd be lying if i said i set out to do this with any clear goals in mind. i sort of just wanted to watch movies. this year i set out to watch through a couple of directors entire works, but ran into complications or got bored. so anyway when i finished my term i decided id try a third time with my best friend pedro. i had watched five of his films already but was mostly unaware of other things he had made. on the 22nd of november i started with matador, then went on and in exactly a month i had watched all of his feature films yayyy

so this is how i ranked them on letterboxd and this is a tier list. this doesnt really sum up my thoughts though so im leaving a little review for each below the cut, in the order i watched them in this month hope someone cares :) thank you

matador (1986): ohhhhhh my god. absolutely unexpected how insane this movie made me. many people say its not very good, i dont think that's true. transgressive, erotic, camp, necrosexual, implicit faggot tension, beautiful costuming, insanely talented cast of so many characters sick in the head. watching this one first really hyped me up to keep at it and to close out the month i rewatched it the other day and though it was less surprising than the first time i watched it its maybe my favorite now :) it has structural flaws i suppose. but i love it

¿que he hecho yo para merecer esto? (1984): pretty funny! not bad at all, i remember enjoying it as i watched it, it just wasnt very memorable. i enjoy every performance by carmen maura, chus was stellar as always and forqué was really sweet in this one too, i liked it. i literally forgot half of the plot though. did anyone remember the telepathic child or the faked hitler diaries? i didnt until i looked it up.

la ley del deseo (1987) (rewatched): showed this one to my friend, god its iconic. some of my favorite chiques almodovar. so fun to watch and so silly even though its not quite a comedy. the fact that antonio is just called antonio in this one makes me unwarrantedly happy. MAURA THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!! very hot all around. i think i liked it better this time than the other two i had watched it.

pepi, luci, bom y otras chicas del montón (1980): everyone talks about how sexually transgressive 80s almodovar is and i was like yeah whatever until i watched this one. straight up trilogy of trash shit. so beautiful. i wish every movie was like this. no one likes it but i adored it. erecciones generales will stay in my mind forever and i loved the musical numbers. and the piss, of course.

entre tinieblas (1983): also somewhat forgettable, though i watched it while pretty worried about something else so maybe i didnt give it the attention it deserved. its not a bad time but i wouldn't rewatch it. based on the premise you think it'd be better.

la flor de mi secreto (1995) (rewatched): OH GOD. until last month my favorite almodóvar, its been outdone but it still destroys me. its terribly underrated. i dont even know what i can say about it... marisa paredes is stunning at doing desperation. the boots, the scene at the protest, the initial meeting with ángel, the poem in the car, that moment in the hall. it's beautiful and breathtaking. lesbian film history, i promise.

todo sobre mi madre (1999): like, its good, but i dont get what people see in it that makes it so acclaimed. again paredes is great in this, but penélope is somewhat tame compared to what she does later, and this is the point in the list where i have to admit cecilia roth is not very good to me and all my compatriots start throwing rocks at me. listen i just wish she'd stop doing that stupid accent its so fucking bad cecilia sincerate seguro sos de villa crespo. anyway its fine if a bit weird about trans women, but hes always a hit or miss w that

átame (1989): took a big break between the last one and this one for some reason. anyway, pretty funny, except it really drags in the middle. shouldnt have been that long, but victoria abril always slays and the last scene is wonderful.

tacones lejanos (1991): WOAHHHHH! really cool i liked it. i love a mother daughter thing especially this mother and this daughter. really fun doppelganger story and i love how it was told, i found it both melodramatic and subtle? miguel bosé makes a really pretty girl, this will inform my every subsequent rewatch of suspiria. big fan of his gender. dance number fucked obvs

kika (1993) (rewatch): ok, i know why people don't like this one, but its so silly... cmon. it sillay. once again incredible abril performance, the costuming my god.... her character makes the whole movie i wish i was her. lesbian rossy de palma was wonderful and every forqué performance is a delight. pedro getting hitchcockian with it to slightly trick the audience is a staple of his 90s filmography, fucks.

carne trémula (1997): the title made me think it would be better! there was barely any carne. i didn't really see the point of most of it tbh, though based on how the movie starts and ends there might be some spanish historical context that im missing that makes it more interesting. strangely reminiscing of the buenos aires affair to me, but puig is better. yeah it was just pretty boring.

laberinto de pasiones (1982): YAYYYYYY i had some trouble torrenting so i watched it really out of order this but its SO FUN. obviously in the same vein as pepi luci bom but i liked it slightly more just for how unnecessarily elaborate it was. the one major role i dont mind roth being in and im a big fan of antonios gay terrorist with an ultradeveloped sense of smell character and arias is really into his very silly character too – he works well in secreto as well, i wish hed been on more almodovares, i should finally watch camila. liné was hilarious too. the problematic incest storyline was really funny to me sorryyyyy and i got a lot of gender out of the musical performances. hey can you believe that beautiful fag covered in blood is a franquista now. i can

hable con ella (2002): ehhhhhhh. some people really hate this one for the couple scenes i found most interesting, others love it for reasons i cant parse. its got parts that caught my attention a lot, but mostly it was eerie in an unenjoyable and uninteresting way and the backstories dragged on too long, especially grandinetti's. like i just don't care sorry. THE scene is quite disturbing though. i appreciated he decided to show rape in a more subtle light for once, it made it a lot more cruel and a lot more interesting.

la mala educación (2004) (rewatch): sighhhh. i really wish i liked this one. its got so many elements i am into – the colours are obviously spectacular, the unreliable multiple narrations and the disassembled timelines are always enjoyable to me, the attempt at social commentary is appreciated, some scenes are stunning (fictional ignacios head split in half is unforgettable) but quite honestly the characterization is so bad it bores me. i liked it more the first time i watched it just because of how confused i was, once i wasnt it lost its magic. maybe the worst in what is considered the "somewhat autobiographical movies about directors" trilogy (i think there's four of them but we'll discuss that later) probably because the character of enrique is so bland. i know its more but it feels that you only spend like five minutes with him. ángel/juan's motivations for anything are so puzzling, ignacio is just a caricature at this point and probably the character with the most depth is berenguer, which is ironic, i guess

volver (2006): WAHHH. its hard to talk about it honestly. it was so unexpectedly beautiful. the acting is so on point – penélope cruz and that beautiful carmen maura comeback are self evident, but blanca portillo is also stellar. it was fascinating from minute one and i couldnt keep my eyes off it. its written with such care and love. i suppose the plot itself is nothing out of this world, but the way it is handled is explosive. i really adored it.

los abrazos rotos (2009): the fourth bastard on the self insert series! cmon, its way more about himself than la mala educación. anyway, its good at some points, not very in others. the strong point is obviously the relationship between mateo, judit and diego, their refusal to be tied as a family and their desire to be tied by love is reaaaally interesting. the scene at the sea... but penélope and her millionaire and her millionaires son do nothing interesting at any point, im afraid to say. sad! surprisingly not very memorable, even though i didnt dislike it as i watched it. like i remember i liked some things but if a couple weeks later i dont remember what they were its probably the movies fault

la piel que habito (2011): AUGHHH OK. fuck. THIS ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD. it wasnt it was really mid. when it started i was like oh is pedro trying out his hand at cronenberg and i was really excited because im SURE he can do cronenberg better than cronenberg but he didnt. it was worse. how are you giving your women less agency than that guy??? honestly probably the first ever film of his where this is a noticeable problem, though penélope in the last one should give us a hint. ughh it should have been good. im mad about that. no desire to question gender or power and the unchronological storytelling does nothing for me. BAD! if anything i recognized its sexual power for if banderas character was a woman i would be throwing up and convulsing on the floor. i hope vicente and his lesbian coworker had a beautiful romance i guess. i cant believe some people call this one one of the most controversial of his work....

los amantes pasajeros (2013): hm well everyone was like THIS is the bad one and i was like i bet you guys are just being mean but no yeah this is the bad one. its not funny and it drags on so long...i can usually defend the rape scenes in his movies, even in kika or hable con ella, but this one just sucks so bad. i was prepared to defend this movie but i cant. as soon as the movie started i was trying to guess where all the threads would connect, how all the characters would be linked and they mostly... weren't? also the reference to the gazpacho scene in mujeres made me groan out loud.

julieta (2016): well i dont really know what this was supposed to be....it feels on the surface it could have been really good but something about it felt so emotionless. it was an odd experience, watching it, because i expected to be moved by so many scenes and i never was. i dont know what the point of it was.

dolor y gloria (2019): ok yeah this one was sweet! didn't blow my mind or anything but it was very cleverly made...a really more beautiful way to do the childhood-as-movie thing than in mala educación, i really enjoyed it. nostalgia bores me sometimes but i feel hes not being annoying about it. long live old man yaoi (and finally an argentinian actor i DONT hate...) and that beautiful beautiful cave and that mind gripping apartment bringing in the characteristic insane set design but in a new way...i had a good time

madres paralelas (2021): oh this could have been so good! it wasnt but honestly i dont remember exactly why i disliked it. i suppose i didnt connect to the characters and that it is a story that requires that to engage you – their motivations were really out of place and unlike other movies that bothered me. really interesting premise, didnt work out. im sad about it. could have been cool.

yeah so that's it i only realized while writing this that i forgot to rewatch mujeres but obvs that ones very good, proper classic, quote it every time i eat gazpacho and such. also extraña forma de vida is a snore i refuse to watch it again. i hope this works as a rec list for someone. and i am ready to be stoned by my wrong opinions by the rest of you

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Hi! You made me think of Bucky Barnes, being dragged to a bar, but it’s a holiday pop-up, so it’s all over the top Christmas decor & themed drinks 🙊

❄️ DAY TWO OF COUNTDOWN ‘TILL CHRISTMAS ☃️

A/N: Firstly, thank you so much for the ask! I absolutely love the Always Sunny gif, it’s one of my favorite shows. Dennis dancing gave me even more ideas for this 🤣 Taking Requests - link to the characters I write for. Masterlist

Word Count: 971

Summary: Bucky hasn’t been to a bar since 1941, and is about to have a culture shock, brought on by his holiday obsessed girlfriend.

You dance in your spot. Trying to muster up enough warmth to keep yourself breathing. Philadelphia was frozen over this December. Your boyfriend took his time to lock the apartment door behind you, “C’mon Buck, it’s freezing.” You plead, needing to get to the bar.

He walks down the stairs, and swiftly grabs your hand, beginning to walk beside you. “I’m surprised all that rage doesn’t keep you warm inside.” He laughs poking fun at your short temper. You groan. “I wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t stall getting ready!” You say, laughing to let him know, you’re partly joking.

“Sorry if I seem so eager. I just love the look on your face when you see something new for the first time. You look like a little kid.” You say, letting him in on your excitement. “Plus it’s been 364 days since my last mistletoe mule. Let a woman live.”.

“All I do is let you live, crazy.” Bucky laughs as you turn the corner. It’s true, he always indulged you on every wild whim you had. If you wanted pizza at 3am, he would find pizza at 3am. You wanted to go to the beach in the middle of November, but since it was almost below freezing in Philly, he took off work to take you to Florida for the weekend.

So if you want to drag him to a bar on Christmas Eve, he’d be there, no questions asked. Even if the idea made him nervous. He already stuck out like a sore thumb. He can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like with drunk people.

You squeeze Bucky’s hand when you see red and green neon lights. “There it is!” You say, dragging him towards the humming music. Bucky opens the door for you and you’re met with warmth and the sound of jingle bell rock blasting on speakers. You show your ID to the door check, he doesn’t ask Bucky for his though, he knows who he is. Being a super hero has its perks, you guess.

Pushing your way through the rowdy crowd, you find the bar. You see a man, spinning around with two bottles of gin. He looks right at you as he continues to entertain other customers “Be right with you babe.” He winks at you and starts shaking ice and liquor.

Bucky comes up from behind you, pressing into your back. “Did he just say what I think he just said?”. You could hear the jealousy dripping from his voice. It made you laugh at him, “He’s so obviously gay! Calm down killer.”. You turn back to the bar and instantly get greeted by a blonde woman. “I actually agree with you, but nope. Not gay.” She looks at you shaking her head. You smile at her, “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to assume.” She just waves you off. “That’s my brother Dennis, I’m still waiting on him to come out.” You don’t know what to say.

“So, you guys gonna order or just question people’s sexuality all night?” She says, a bit of an attitude coming from her. You read her name tag, Dee. “Two mistletoe mules, doubles please Dee.” You say, handing over a twenty dollar bill.

“Keep the change, Merry Christmas!” You say after she tries to hand you your change. “Big spender!” She yells, looking unenthusiastic as she pockets the 5 dollars. You blush, embarrassed by her crass humor.

She slides over the cold drinks. You and Bucky move away from the bar, and the clusterfuck that’s happening there. “Let’s see what’s going on with the dj, maybe request a song.” You offer, sipping on your cocktail. Bucky nods as he clings to you, holding an already empty glass in his other hand.

You find a a short guy in the corner, with big green sunglasses on and a light up necklace around his neck. “Next up! My favorite Christmas classic Dirty Jingle Bells!” He yells, tapping a button oh the laptop in front of him. You look back at Bucky, you know the song, but you’re certain he doesn’t. When the tall tell ‘stroke on my, lick on my’ blares on the speakers, you’re covering Bucky’s ears. This might break him.

You release his ears when he’s doubling over in laughter. “It’s not that bad right?” You ask, referencing the night in general. “It’s something.” He holds you from behind as you sway and wait for your turn to request a song.

When you step up to the booth, he adresses you loudly. “Hey guys, I’m Charlie, I’ll play anything for 5 bucks.”. You pull a five from your pocket, sliding it to him as you whisper the song in his ear. “I’ve already played that 100 times tonight, what’s one more time.” He turns away, ignoring you now.

All I Want For Christmas starts playing, and you set your glasses down. You pull Bucky to the dance floor as you sings the lyrics to him. “Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you!” You point at him, letting go as you dance with him. You could see it in his eyes, he was letting go too.

After a few more peppermint flavored vodka shots, you and Bucky find yourself walking the streets, drunkenly trying to find a 7/11. “I need skittles, I might die.” You say, blowing clouds of condensation from your mouth.

“You need water too.” He says, not nearly as drunk as you. “I think that lady was over pouring. Where’s the business in that?” He says taking things too seriously as always. “At first I didn’t like her, but I think she grew on me.” You say honestly, eventually catching on to her humor.

“Whatever you say honey.” Bucky says, just happy you had a good night.