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Elegance draped in silk: Navigating the Opulence of Silk Wedding Sherwanis with Samyakk

In the tapestry of wedding fashion, silk sherwanis stand out as timeless pieces that exude elegance and sophistication. This blog is a comprehensive guide to navigating the world of silk wedding sherwanis for men, exploring the historical significance, craftsmanship, styling tips, and the diverse range of options available in the market.

Hey buddy, so the big day is finally on the horizon, huh? Absolutely! All excited, but you know what's stressing out? Finding the perfect wedding sherwani.

Listen then check out the Samyakk collection? They've got this incredible array of sherwanis that redefine elegance from traditional to modern, and the craftsmanship is next level!

Exquisite Sherwani - A Grand Choice for Indian Grooms

The "Exquisite Sherwani - A Grand Choice for Indian Grooms" is a splendid blend of tradition and sophistication. With intricate embroidery like Thread, Resham, Pearl & Sequins and luxurious fabrics like Silk, Boomariyo Indowestern Sherwani and Velvet, its regal attire designed for special moments. This Sherwani captures the essence of cultural richness, offering timeless elegance for grooms. Whether adorned with lavish details or featuring a more understated design, it stands out as a symbol of grace and style. Perfect for those who seek a grand and memorable look on their wedding day, this Sherwani is the epitome of opulence and a testament to the beauty of Indian traditions in modern fashion.

Cowl Kurta Sherwani - A Trendsetting Choice for Grooms Who Desire Effortless Elegance

Discover the charm of the "Cowl Kurta Sherwani" – a perfect blend of tradition and modern flair. This unique ensemble brings together the timeless appeal of a Indo western Sherwani with the contemporary touch of a cowl-neck kurta. The result? Effortless elegance that stands out. Perfect for grooms who seek a stylish yet comfortable look for their special day. The cowl neckline adds a touch of sophistication, making it a trendsetting choice. Embrace this distinctive Sherwani designs for your wedding style and create memories that last a lifetime. The "Cowl Kurta Latest Sherwani design" is not just an outfit; it's a statement of refined fashion for the modern groom.

There’s something in Dupatta Magic

One key element that adds an extra layer of grace to the Sherwani Design is the Dupatta. Traditionally associated with women's attire, the Dupatta has gracefully made its way into men's sherwani wedding fashion. It serves as a distinctive accessory, offering an additional touch of elegance to the overall look."Draping an ethereal touch, the Dupatta transforms any ensemble into a masterpiece. Its fluidity and grace add an enchanting allure, elevating the entire look. Whether it's the delicate embroidery, the soft fabric cascading gently, or the way it frames the silhouette, the Dupatta carries an essence of timeless beauty. From traditional to contemporary styles, this accessory has the power to captivate hearts. It's not just a piece of fabric; it's a poetic expression, enhancing the charm of every outfit it graces. Discover the magic as the Dupatta weaves a tale of elegance, making every moment more enchanting."

In contemporary Designer Sherwani for groom, the Dupatta is often adorned with intricate embroidery, sequins, or subtle embellishments that complement the overall outfit. This fusion of traditional and modern elements adds a unique flair to the groom's ensemble.

Asymmetric Placket: A Contemporary Variation on the Classic Design.

Explore the epitome of style with the "Asymmetric Placket: A Contemporary Variation on the Classic." This latest sherwani design for marriage introduces a dynamic twist to tradition, featuring an off-center placket that redefines elegance. Perfect for the modern man, especially who are willing to experiment? This avant-garde sherwani for men seamlessly blends the classic with the contemporary, creating a captivating ensemble for weddings. Embrace the convenience of the digital age and discover this unique piece through exclusive platforms offering a diverse range of options, such as Sherwani online collections. Step into the future of men's fashion, where innovation meets tradition in every stitch.

Reveal Your Authentic Colors

Selecting the perfect color for a wedding sherwani is a pivotal decision, shaping the groom's overall aesthetic. Each color carries unique symbolism and conveys a distinct mood. Traditional colors like red signify auspiciousness and passion, making it a popular choice. Ivory or cream sherwanis embrace the sophistication and purity of these exquisite hues that bring a touch of tradition with a modern twist. Samyakk trendy collection showcases sherwanis crafted with precision, offering a perfect blend of style and cultural richness. Radiate simplicity and purity, offering a timeless and sophisticated look. Earthy tones such as beige and brown evoke a sense of warmth and grounding.

For a contemporary twist, shades of grey or silver can exude modern elegance. Royal blue sherwani symbolizes regality and calmness, while greens signify growth and harmony. Pastel shades like peach and mint contribute to a soft and romantic ambiance, where the rich texture of raw silk enhances the timeless appeal of your ensemble.

Ultimately, the choice depends on personal preferences, cultural significance, and the desired atmosphere for the Silk wedding Sherwani celebration. Whether opting for the vibrancy of red, the purity of white, or the modern allure of blue, the selected sherwani color plays a pivotal role in defining the groom's presence on this special day.

Conclusion

Refine your wedding style with Samyakk sherwani collection, seamlessly blending tradition and modernity. Explore sophisticated raw silk sherwanis for a timeless and memorable look. It’s extremely important for grooms to pay attention to what they wear as it totally depends on their body shapes.

Visit the online store at www.samyakk.com or the physical store in Bangalore to discover the perfect ensemble for your special day.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. What fabric is ideal for a wedding sherwani?

Answer: Consider luxurious fabrics like silk or velvet for a traditional touch. Lighter options such as brocade or linen work well for outdoor or summer weddings, ensuring comfort without compromising style.

Q2. How do I choose the right size for my wedding sherwani?

Answer: To ensure a perfect fit, take accurate measurements of your chest, waist, and hips. Pay attention to the length as well. Many online stores, including Samyakk, provide sizing guides to help you make the right selection.

Q3. What accessories complement a wedding sherwani?

Answer: Enhance your sherwani with traditional accessories like a turban, embroidered mojris (shoes), and a dupatta. Consider statement jewelry pieces like a brooch or a stylish safa (turban ornament) to add a touch of regality to your overall look.

Q4. Can I customize or personalize my wedding sherwani?

Answer: Yes, many designers and stores offer customization options. You can choose specific colors, embroidery patterns, or even incorporate personal elements. Samyakk, for instance, may provide customization services to make your sherwani uniquely yours.

Q5. What should the groomsmen wear to complement the wedding sherwani?

Answer: Groomsmen can opt for coordinating outfits, such as kurta-pajama sets or waistcoat ensembles, in colors that complement the groom's sherwani. This creates a cohesive and stylish look for the entire wedding party.

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malicious-spectrum · 7 months

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Onyx’s Nicknames

Onyx has nicknames for… pretty much everyone in the cast. They’re usually derogatory, though. (“Wouldn’t you like to know, WEATHERBOY.” But like. In an Onyx voice. (Salesperson ENA’s its voiceclaim btw. I should probably make a voiceclaim post soon.))

Past Cast:

The Past Cast’s nicknames are color-based, due to Red being red… Leaves being green… Ect. It just lined up too perfectly.

Red doesn’t get a nickname, bc she’s already named after a color

Leo - Blue

Leaf - Green

Gemini - Ourple ((Gem voice) tf is an ourple)

I have some other characters in the past cast… BUT I REAAAALLY NEED TO REVAMP THEM. So here’s just their nicknames.

Azure (he’s really fucking important; actually. Think Leo/Leander’s situation but like… He used the immortality for EVIL.)

Gold

Coral

Ivory

Present Cast:

The nicknames here are… mostly based on either making fun of their appearances or their past. Also Onyx was running out of colors.

Mint - Breath Mint/KittKat

Ditt - Ditto

Psyche - Arrowhead/01 (Psy REEALLY doesn’t like being called 01)

Risk - Button-eyes/Doll/Puppet

Lin - 02, later changes the nickname to Apostasy after Lin decides to change for the better.

Jinx/Wish - Pencil pusher

Astrid - Supernova

Shatter - Dreamcatcher

Others I’ll probably list later

#ocs #my ocs #Onyx/Jet #red kira #Leaf Asano #Leo/Leander Aoimushi #Gemini Kira #Azure #Gold #Coral #Ivory #Kitt “Mint” Myōji #Ditt Myōji #Psyche Aoimushi #Risk Roll #Lin Ren #Jinx/Wish #Astrid Oid #Shatter Hari

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dilftaroooo · 3 months

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hii new anon🎀

ex-boyfriend gojo who has an obsession over you and has been following you around. you’ve “moved on” and invite a man to hookup but he just couldn’t make u cum. as soon as the guy leaves gojo comes over and fucks you dumb.

>.<

gojo being on the sidelines before coming in to finish the job is kinda crazy. i can imagine he followed u from the bar you were in before leaning near the door to your apartment. waiting for your hookup to leave.

★tags/tw: stalking + toxicity + bathtub sex + he fucks u with his clothes on while ur bathing + fem!reader w she/her pronouns + nipple play + unprotected sex + unsatisfied sex (with ur hookup) + ummm home invasion but not, really?? + idfk I'm not a judge + gojo kinda comes in unannounced + attempt at proofread bc im sleepy so some shit might look janky.

The small dicked fucker left as soon as he spurted over your abdomen, the runny substance cascades through the crease between the start of your thighs and the edge of your pussy, which, hasn't released a drop of arousal the whole night.

The man you hooked up with had to blow a glob of spit onto your folds before he'd rub a finger on your make-believe clit, 'Yeah, know you like that. You came to the right person, sweet thing'. Why did you even bring him over? He's not even doing this shit properly. You're sure he wouldn't know where your clit laid even if you made a map and pointed it out for him. If you're gonna be cocky at least do it right.

Your hot bath gave you more pleasure since it was the perfect ratio of water to bubbles. The white foam didn't completely submerge you and you took the time to let the liquid stray you from your mind while listening to the sound of bubbles crunching from around.

Apparently, smelling the medicinal aroma of eucalyptus must've blurred the taps of footsteps making their way into your apartment and into your master bathroom.

"There she is. Taking a bath already? Your one-time fling came here, what, not over ten minutes ago and left? I'm sure you had the night of your life." The mockery in the intruder's tone was evident with each word he spoke.

His hair was still the absence of color, resembling the white sheets stacked high at the corner of your room. His skin was pale and somewhat glossy with expensive moisturizer. Aqua spheres were decorated with flecks of adorable baby blue. He's buff, perhaps buffer than the last time you saw him. But most of everything was unchanged.

He squats next to your incredulous as well as vulnerable figure in the ivory porcelain of your bathtub.

"How'd you get in here?" You inquiry.

"It's no good to leave the keys to your apartment under that more than obvious vase next to your front door. It's corny and you can get robbed that way too." He takes a peek at nipples covered by a translucent blanket. The bubbles had disintegrated leaving you exposed from the lack of foam.

You forgot he knows about the key underneath your grandmother's vase. You're the one who told him about it and you silently wish you hadn't.

"Well, congratulations on committing a federal crime. Now leave, Satoru."

"Oh, but darling you trusted me enough to tell me about those keys so I'm doing nothing wrong. Now, enlighten me, did that guy make you come so hard that he had you seeing stars?"

The lukewarm water kisses your pores in an attempt to soothe your beating heart. The scent of your ex was still riddled with that same lustful scent of mint and cinnamon, a cologne that you remember gifting him for the sole reason of how arousing it was paired with taut muscles and blue eyes.

You felt like a needy omega, shaking in the comfort of your den as your eyes water at the sight of your alpha and cowering at the pheromones leaking off his body and into your awaiting nostrils. He smells so fucking good.

"I know you heard me, sugar plum." You won't forget how much he loved to jeer at you. He wanted to hear you admit how much of a bad fuck your hookup was and how he didn't even get you to come. How you wished it was Satoru that took his place and filled your achy cunt til his balls smack your ass.

You adjust your seating when a warm palm engulfs your cheek whole. Not a trace of your skin color reveals itself under Satoru's hand. He's big even when squatting down to your size. The scowl on your face juxtaposes the grin on Satoru's.

"That's none of your business. We're not together anymore. Stop riding my dick."

"Though I do love a good ride, I think it's you who wants to do the riding, sweetheart."

Fingers crawl over your neck, down to the tops of your breasts, and onto your perky nipples. He continues to tease you by drawing circles around them making you tremble with unadulterated desire.

"Am I wrong? You can't even look me in my eyes. Bet you're not even aware of how heavy you're breathing. Poor girl. He didn't give you what you wanted. Say it." It almost sounded commanding if not for the lithe of his voice

"Fuck, hah, fuck you, Satoru..." The man cheeses.

"Right now?"

"Shit, yes."

"Knew you’d come around."

His patience must've ran thin because he didn't even bother taking his clothes off. Only unzipping his flyer to pull out his aroused dick and fleshy balls before joining you in the now cold water.

You were still his pretty princess as you took him in deep into your cavern, the bath water that surrounded you sloshed with every dominant thrust Satoru pounded you with and you did nothing but moan the name of your supposed ex like a vintage record player.

"Was he able to reach that spot that you liked hit, baby?"

"Mm-mm." You muffled.

"And why is that, huh?" His cock has that cute upturn that repeatedly nudges at your slimy walls which encourages your arousal to spill and combine with the bath water. You were better off taking a shower.

"Because he wasn't you." Your words came out in increments as he beats your pussy raw. The sound of almost every syllable slurred like a drunken man's tongue.

"That's it. You got it now, darling. You still missed me, didn’t you?" The fabric of his clothes is now soaked due to his stubbornness but there was no room for complaints when cotton and denim cling to jutting muscles. The pink of his areolas revealed itself under wet clothes. His nipples were as hard as yours. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk smut #tw:stalking

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maraariana01 · 5 months

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NEW GENES GO HARD!!!!

here are all my fav colors!!

all are Chrysocolla / Malachite / Sparkle

color combos under the cut!

(moon/moon/pearl) (ice/ice/white)

(eldritch/eldritch/peridot) (mulberry/mulberry/ivory)

(heather/heather/ice) (purple/purple/peridot)

(iris/iris/pearl) (ultramarine/ultramarine/grapefruit)

(lapis/lapis/maize) (cornflower/cornflower/white)

(abyss/abyss/grapefruit) (robin/robin/maize)

(mint/mint/pistachio) (leaf/leaf/cyan)

(yellow/yellow/maize) (grapefruit/grapefruit/maize)

(banana/banana/robin) (marigold/marigold/banana)

(garnet/garnet/storm) (cottoncandy/cottoncandy/flaxen)

(magenta/magenta/cyan) (mauve/mauve/rose)

(pink/pink/flaxen) (pearl/pearl/robin)

#flight rising #flight rising scry #fr scrying workshop #eyestrain

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divine-misfortune · 1 month

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where it hurts kiss w/mountain and zephyr pls <3

High zeph getting loved on

Glass brought to their lips, Zephyr startled slightly. A muddled sound of confusion as they slipped from the clouds, jarring to be pulled back to earth so abruptly after floating for so long. Millions of miles away in some comfortable haze, they'd almost forgotten where their body resided - nearly forgot they were anything more than fog skimming the water in some secret place, that there was ever a physical body to begin with. Fighting to remember how to open their eyes, they blinked one at a time until they managed to focus on Mountain in front of them.

Him and that crooked little smile.

"Think your tolerance has gone down" Mountain tsked and cupped their jaw, lifting their chin from their chest.

Normally they'd have protested his assistance, loathing the oddly helpless feelings that crept up on them, but they were in no place to do something of the sort. Zephyr was helpless in the moment, too smoked out to even pick up their own head.

Their fang clinked against the rim of the glass as Mountain tipped it, a soft apologetic sound rumbling out of the earth ghoul as water spilled into their otherwise dry mouth. It brought a sort of relief they didn't know they needed, and they drank it down like the nectar of the gods. Chilled and sweetened with a sprig of mint - Mountain never seemed to forget the mint.

"Ah - ah, easy..." He gave their jaw a soft squeeze and pulled the glass away for a moment, earning a low whine of protest. "Gonna waterboard yourself if you don't slow down."

Mountain fixed them a look one might consider stern, but it was still Mountain after all. Always betrayed by his fondness. He was never one for scolding and the like, with Zephyr there was hardly ever a dominant bone to be found within him. The attempted shift in their established dynamic was strange, not necessarily bad but strange to them nonetheless. They'd be grateful for it when they sobered up. In such a state they needed the guidance and the correction that came with it.

Zephyr remembered to nod accordingly, at least tried to. Mountain wouldn't budge an inch until they did.

Seemingly satisfied with their compliance Mountain granted them the remaining reprieve to their cotton mouthed plight. They somehow sagged further into the soft nest of furs and blankets, tail swaying in a lazy but satisfied pattern. It would have been easy to just melt into the soft pile in that far off corner of the greenhouse. Mountain’s old creaky futon felt like the most logical place for them to melt into a boneless heap in their humble, clearly influenced opinion.

"Don't think s’me," Zephyr's words slurred despite themself as their head lolled onto their shoulder. Puffing a stray strip of silver hair from their face, "think your supply got stronger."

"Oh don't go blaming me, you lightweight." Mountain carefully tucked the offending lock behind their feathered ear. If he brushed his fingers over the tips of their feathers just to see them shudder, that was his business. "You look more relaxed chickadee, got that sour look off your face. How's it feel?"

He chuckled softly when their nose scrunched up in thought. The air ghoul pressed their lips into a thin line as they considered their vessel. It was never a simple question. An answer that changed daily, often one extreme or the other. Agony or numbness. Today was the former. A deep hollow ache housed in every bone and joint, joined by the odd cold zing in a randomly selected nerve.

"Mm...Mostly" Zephyr concluded.

"Still a bit achey?" They nodded and Mountain frowned sympathetically, "where does it hurt, love?"

"Hands."

He lifted one hand from where they'd fisted it into the brown fur beneath them and held them carefully in his own. Dainty, almost boney fingers trembled against his palm. Years of ivory keys had worn away at their already limited grace, damned by a vessel intent on wasting away at a pace none of them could have anticipated. He knew whatever relief he, or any of them, could offer them was merely a bandaid to a gunshot wound but he still tried despite it.

"Where?" Mountain asked, turning them palm up to gently knead his thumbs into the meat of their hand.

Groaning lowly, Zephyr mumbled something he didn't quite catch. Their pale eyelashes fluttered against their cheeks and he wanted to kiss the shadows they cast like butterfly wings. Delicate and beautiful as always.

Much like the tree roots knotting through the dirt, he could feel the electricity flickering through their nerves. Palm down, Mountain thumbed over their knuckles. If he focused he could trace their pain like a well worn path, and if he focused further, he could almost assist in conducting the sparks through the fraying wire. Earth magic was mostly situational, but the body's nervous system was close enough to that of a plant to do the trick. It wasn't perfect, but it was another bandaid he could apply.

Replacing the little pattern his thumb had stroked over the back of their hand, he brushed his lips over their knuckles instead. Zephyr blinked their eyes open again, a much more coordinated effort on their part, to watch the earth ghoul bow his head to meet their hand. He kissed the middle joint of their first finger followed by the next. Mountain kissed up each finger with a familiar sort of reverence, such a miniscule act of worship to send their heart stuttering in their chest.

Mountain had an innate ability to make them feel young again without even trying.

At the tip of their pinky finger, Mountain glanced up to their face. Expression gone soft, his copper eyes caught the afternoon light like pools of honey they could have very well fallen into. Zephyr swallowed thickly when his mouth quirked into a shy smile, caught in the act of loving them too blatantly. They swore the fog behind their eyes swirled in the shape of hearts.

Pulling away suddenly, Mountain's brow knit. He began a confused chirp that they didn't give him the chance to finish. Zephyr took his face and clumsily hauled him closer till they could perfectly mold their mouth to his. It was a miracle their teeth didn't crash together. Mountain had to grab the back of the futon to keep himself balanced, head already spinning like Zephyr had snatched the air straight from his lungs.

They cradled his cheek in their left hand and the right snaked back to thread their fingers into the auburn waves at the nape of his neck. Not pulling, simply holding onto him like another anchor point. Brain finally catching up, Mountain's amused exhale fanned warm against their cheeks. His tail coiled around their leg as he eased into the gentle movement of their lips like he had a thousand times before. Kissing the air ghoul was like second nature. Like returning home each time.

Zephyr licked over his bottom lip with no real heat behind it and he couldn't stop himself from letting them in. They drank the sweet sigh off his lips and chased the whine he tried to deny them, pulling it from him like they owned every single reedy sound.

Satisfied or exhausted, Zephyr sat back. Admiring his lips surely tinged as red as their eyes, they short of giggled.

"Fuck..I love you" Mountain breathed, winded. Wanting. The definition of adoration.

#theyre in love this is so fufking soft im gonna die actually #void writing #writing #answered #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #zephyr ghoul #mountain x zephyr #zephyr x mountain #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #ghost the band

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allaboutthatlace · 4 months

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Angelic Pretty - Honey Bear's Cafe JSK (2023) in Pink, Ivory, Mint and Brown

#lolita fashion #sweet lolita #angelic pretty #honey bear's cafe #fashion #cute fashion #kawaii #kawaii fashion #jfashion #japanese fashion #jsk #2023 #pink #ivory #mint #brown

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caramelcyclops · 4 months

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O.R.B. announcement!

hi hi hi! today i'm proud to announce i'm starting a new webcomic named "O.R.B.", where I'll show bits and pieces in form of comic strips of the day lifes of my beloved OCs Ivory and Mint! i'm so excited to see how this comic develops, it's gonna be so funnnn hehehe the comic itself will be hosted at https://o-r-b.neocities.org/, which if you've seen my website you'll know it has been a heavy wip for several days. that changes today! i don't have a schedule planned, but i'll try to upload new strips as soon as they're done. in fact, one will come this week or the next.

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#myart #myoc #digital art #ivory & mint #webcomic #announcement

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thetravelingtyper · 2 months

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On The Same Page pt2 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

After a recurring nightmare, you and Sam decide to open the shop early...only to have an early arriving customer.

Part 1, part 3

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams

Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seemed

My love, when you dream them up

You awoke with a jolt at your alarm, the cursed song striking once more before you could silence your phone. As you sit up the irony is not lost on you. Your dreams of late had been haunted by the caricature of your ex, some cartoon evil laugh chasing with the constant ringing of your phone. The dreams always ended the same, except for this last night:

He was upon you in a moment, clawed hand reaching up your leg. You kick and kick but the words never escape your sewn mouth. The words of your ex-coworker swarm you like angry flies, bold and ugly.

“Disgraceful”

“Stepped over for the CEO’s daughter”

“They were shoddy anyway…”

The voices all fade into your ex’s final words to you: “I never loved you anyway.”

That crushed your heart into ash and scattered it into the indifferent winds. But before he could drag you back, a shape formed in your conscience. Heavy boot steps silence the laughter and a large figure passes in your peripheral vision. In the haze of your dream, he passes the shelves, the bookstore emerging from the darkness to surround your ex and the harpies.

Your panic slows in the familiar setting and with a kick you send your ex stumbling backward. Turning your face up from the hardwood floor you look towards the figure as the haze clears. It's a man, tall and in black, just browsing but something draws your eye. And as you feel yourself awaken his eyes, hardwood and honey, meet yours.

You hear shuffling before there is a knock on your door. You call him in and Sam’s head pops in. Green eyes hidden behind black curls meet yours and he pauses upon seeing your slouched shoulders.

“Nightmare again?” He kicks a pair of jeans aside and enters your room.

You stand, make your bed swiftly, and turn to address him in the glory of your Rainbow Fish Pajamas.

“Yeah, except there was a man this-”

“You got Soap on the brain again?” It comes out immediately and you flush before rushing forward to hit your older brother figure. He was and wasn't wrong. In the following weeks after Soap’s initial visit you found yourself developing a steady friendship with the Scot, who insisted on dropping in every other day. It started with recommendations but quickly turned into shared tea over book conversations. You learned a little about him in the meantime, finding out he worked as a bartender literally down the street from your little shop. The convenience of his closeness and his ease of personality found you a fast and steady friend.

“-despite your obvious stupidity, no I do not like him!” You huffed, and it was true! Soap was handsome but in truth, you believed that one he was in a relationship and second he was better as a prospective friend.

Sam grins, dodging your poor attempt to smack him as he spins out of your room,

“He is hot though, poor lad probably gets hit on every shift. Remember we promised to visit on Saturday night! Come on let's open up the store early. I have a good feeling about today!” And with a clap of his hands for you to hurry he closes your door, exiting down the hall towards the kitchen. In a moment you can hear him lighting the stove to make breakfast.

In the resulting silence, you dress yourself, passing a reflection of yourself in the mirror and choosing to ignore it. Your laptop sits beside your current project: A Smith Corona Corsair, one of the few possessions you had brought with you. The typewriter was the start of your writing career and you kept it well-tuned for work.

You run a soft hand over its polished ivory keys. The mint blue of the case had a few scratches but was mostly worn from love. You remember as a child hammering on the keys, which graduated into a curiosity for mechanical machines and writing. The stone kept tumbling after you finished your Master’s in English and first stepped into the editing business. In the topsy-turvy world you found yourself in a comfortable position as an editor for a company, a year in deciding to write your books and the rest was history.

You close the typewriter and quickly change into a manageable but comfy outfit then head out into the hall. Closing your door, you head down the hallway of your small flat, passing photos from back home with Sam. Taking a right you pass into the open concept of the apartment (Sam’s room was straight across the hall from yours). You pad softly on the carpet, stepping onto the rug and into the kitchen where Sam is making breakfast. He flips a pancake as bacon sizzles on the griddle. Running a hand to his shoulder you lean over to see how it was coming, sufficiently satisfied at his improving cooking skills.

“You are learning well”

“I get it from the best” he replies pulling you in for a small hug and a kiss to the side of your head. He releases you at the ding of 8 am on the clock.

“You want breakfast up here?” You hover over the cabinet of plates, proceeding to pull two out for the food with silverware following.

“Nah, let's just open shop, I'll eat in the sitting area before cleaning the book return. Can you take the counter today?”

You nod and shift aside so he can plate the food. The Ghibli style meal looks filling and you sigh, you go to take a swipe at the fresh pancakes but Sam dances aside.

“Wait till we’re downstairs.” He follows it up by gathering the silverware and heading towards the stairs. You pout and go to open the door for him and proceed to follow him down the hardwood stairs.

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You set up post at the counter by 8:11, a plate of food set aside the stack of holds. Some paperbacks gleam with a glossy finish, while other hardbacks are nice with matte coats. Before your eye moves away you catch the shine of antiqued gold. You gently move the top books aside to grab the fabric-bound hardback: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne. It looked to be a 50s-60s American release, bound with an inner marbled coat of paper and inlaid with gold foil lettering. The deep aqua of the fabric was barely worn, you wondered if the book had ever been read at all with the great condition it was in. You looked inside the cover for a name but on a a shibu inu shaped sticky note were the initials S.R.

Huh, that's interesting. You ran a hand over the scripting, it wasn't Sam nor your handwriting. You shrug. They must be regular then. You and Sam had a ‘write and set aside’ policy in the store.

It was an unspoken rule amongst the two of you (and the regulars) that if a book turned up on the counter like this, with a name, it was put ‘on hold’. You set the beautiful book aside with a final glance, then turned your attention to breakfast.

After finishing your meal you opened the doors to the bookstore at an early 8:34 am. Turning back to the counter you head over and hook your phone up to the music. You flip through Your Love first then frown, the implications of the song a bit much, next Jessie’s Girl. At Rick Springfield’s voice, you sigh, flashes of the girl your ex dumped, and you turn the song again. Then finally the sweet guitar riff and a beat that puts you on your toes kicks up. From the back of the shelves, Sam's head full of hair pokes out.

“It's been a while since we've had a Bowie day!”

You smile back at him as Modern Love kicks up. You sway from around the corner and flip the sign to open, you turn on the neon sign and turn to go stock the sitting area when there’s an immediate ding of the bell as someone enters. You turn around as Sam calls a Welcome in from the back of the store. The first sight that hits you is a literal wall of a man, then there is the smell of worn leather and pine. You step back with a small oh in surprise.

He wears all black except for a pair of well-fitting jeans and leather boots. As your eyes trace up his tall figure you catch a snug shift with a leather jacket fitted over. Then a black surgical mask and…you freeze. Looking down at you with a slight sense of amusement are eyes the color of darkened honey.

The man from your dream! But in the flesh and oh…

“I am so sorry!” You wave your hand in front of you a little shy to be caught staring.

The man offers no more than a slight nod with amusement dancing in his eyes. He regards you a moment before mentioning in a low voice, rough but soft:

“No worries dove.”

And with that he steps around you, brushing your arm with the slightest touch of leather, and disappears into the books.

You stand for a moment more before a blush runs up your face and a tingle runs down your spine.

Fuck.

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Can you do spider!person x Kate Bishop with a soulmate AU?

[A/n: I've never been a massive fan of Soulmate au's but, for some reason this one really got under my skin and helped with some writers block, so, thank you!]

Title: Magnetic

Ship: Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Disclaimer: I did not proofread, if there are mistakes, I'm sorry!

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Summary: Reader is a spider!person from earth-2099 and Kate Bishop is curious about why she's so drawn to them.

The piano stood in the center of a restaurant that seemed to harvest the warmth of every candle. They were unscented, casting a deep yellow glow that shaded the patrons’ faces and stretched them in shadows. You had figured that you could be no true judge of character when those around you were bathed in untrustworthy light.

Having live music was part of the charm, or so you had been told. Classically trained and playing the same sonatas over ivory keys for left over bread and mistaken orders. People would send food back for the slightest hint of sodium, too much cilantro, too little portions. Of course, you could keep your tips at the end of the night, sometimes they would brim the elegant glass jar on the hood of the piano.

Sometimes, you’d see nothing but a brass quarter that a man who smelled too thickly of tobacco would drop to its basin. He’d tell you the story of the general carved into the front, a confederate, you had no doubt. And you would nod, your fingers doing all the work to keep up the quiet ambiance of the lobby.

At one point, you remember enjoying playing the piano. Of course, that was before you mastered it. When you were a novice, it was fun, you’d ply each note and double down on the pedals. You’d take risks. But the restaurant did not want risk. They wanted sub-par entertainment.

You knew you were good, better than good, you were perfect. You’d had all the time in the world to get to this point and you’d lean on your talents if it meant a good meal and something to do. It distracted you from your own discontent with this world. With 616.

The clinking sound of a piece of copper against a glass pulled you from your thoughts. Your hands were gliding along the keys all the same, undeterred from the distraction. Though, you almost caught yourself ‘C’ sharp.

Kate Bishop stood in front of you, leaning against the side of the Kawai, it’s black finish reflecting her pensive stare. In all the universe, she still had the same slightly-infuriating, adorable face of determination that she wore now.

Of course, she had an evening gown, and of course she dressed the part. She wore something emerald, green, reflecting from her gray, storming stare. Kate’s lips were painted red, her skin like snow. You caught a whiff of Rosemary, and was that mint? It was freshly tilled from the ground.

“I have questions.” She said.

She showed no signs of leaving, and you didn’t’ want her to. Though, she obstructed your view of the hostess and therefore, your manager, Gary. So, you gestured, asking her wordlessly to take a seat on the bench next to you.

Kate’s confidence faltered, but she delicately lifted her dress from the floor and lowered herself onto the bench next to you. There was a certain heat about her, one that you could feel as she stared down at the keys, at your touch moving across them with ease.

You could feel her stare on the side of your face, burning, making your stomach do flips that threatened your composure. It didn’t’ seem to matter which universe you were in; 616, 2099, 219 and hundreds more- Kate was always there. She was always disarming and part of that infuriated you.

“Do me a favor, will you?”

Kate furrowed her brow but lifted her chin. There was a quiet contemplation about her, one that warmed your skin. She looked magnificent in that dress, show-stopping. Each wandering eye from the patrons of the restaurant had nothing to do with you, or the music. She had captivated everyone in the room.

“Slowly- F sharp, then B flat and C.”

Kate scoffed “I can’t keep time.”

“I’ve seen the callouses on your hands. You can keep time. What is it? Violin?”

“Almost, the cello.” Kate pressed the first note, and then the other two. She listened to what you played and matched the rhythm with one hand. The other ran over the stitching of her dress. “I didn’t come here to play, Y/n.”

“And I didn’t’ come here to talk, it seems that we’re at an impasse.”

Kate clenched her jaw. You gave her a smirk and settled into the last notes of the song. A few seconds to pull your shoulders back and you began to shift the mood of the room with the soft crescendos. “Alright. Ask your questions. I’ll answer them.”

“Truthfully?”

You hummed “If I can. Silence will speak wonders.”

“Right. Okay. Fine.” Her voice lowered to nothing but a whisper, a warmth against your cheek. “You’re Spiderman.”

“That is not a question Kate. That is a statement.”

“I’m getting there. You’re Spiderman, but Peter is Spiderman. I’ve lived with him for three years, that’s not something you can hide. And then suddenly, there you are, in a really… I mean, the suit is nice, the colors are- wow- but you’re not Pete.”

“I’m failing to see the question.”

“You’re infuriating, you know that?”

You smiled at her “Yes.”

She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing in a deep breath before she continued. Gary was eyeing you from the host stand, a furrow to his brow. You nodded at him, and he moved his attention down to his clipboard.

“Have you ever considered different worlds?” You asked.

“I’ve interacted with a talking raccoon who is surprisingly adept at disassembling a cherry red 1970 Dodge Challenger. Nothing surprises me anymore.”

You laughed, and her cheeks matched the exterior of the car for just one moment before she grimaced and returned to her composure. She stared at you expectantly as you finished the last of your song. Your hands lingered on the keys, but you didn’t start another one. Instead, you stood, took the jar off the top of the piano.

Kate watched you expectantly as you held your hand out to her, lifting both eyebrows. Your shift was over, and even if it wasn’t, you were sure you’d leave with Kate if she asked you to. Explaining something like this, you’d done it a million times to a million different Kate’s but it always made your heart scream inside your chest all the way to your fingertips.

She took your hand, the warmth was overwhelming. You led her outside, the jar tucked under your arm and the city lights boring down on wet pavement. For a few moments, the two of you walked aimlessly- much too overdressed for your surroundings. There was too much in the air, and somehow, never enough.

“Every single decision that we make has consequences, has chain reactions. And each time we make a choice there is a world out there that plays out in succession.” You shoved your hands into your coat pockets, breath steaming in front of you. “There’s a world where we are still sitting together at the piano. There’s one where my manager Gary fired me for talking to you in the first place.”

“I think I get it.” Kate nudged you with her shoulder, “But that doesn’t explain how you made it here. Isn’t there some type of cosmic consequence that comes with this kind of thing?”

“Typically, yes. If you were to meet the Kate from earth 20368, then things are bound to explode. She was a nice girl, by the way. Kind of reckless. But things don’t work the same way for me. I’m an anomaly. There’s only one of me.”

“You’ve lost me.” Kate stopped, pressing the tips of her fingers against her temple. “We’ll circle back to the ‘was’ you threw in there.”

“I’m sorry” You chuckled, “I’ve done this hundreds of times, and it still doesn’t get any easier. I’m originally from Earth 2099. It’s a reality that’s much like this one, but sort of… Frankensteined from all of the other earths. There was a man there, a scientist, a geneticist, that flew a little too close to the sun. Hence me. Hence my whole family.”

Kate parted her perfectly painted lips to say something, but you didn’t’ give her a chance. Instead, you dug through the change in your pocket, forking over two crumpled dollars to a greasy looking man behind a peddled cart. You could smell the salty aroma of hotdogs topped with sauerkraut and mustard.

“Thank you, Benny” you said, passing Kate one of the hot dogs, wrapped in a coffee filter. She took it without question and you dropped the rest of the change in your pocket into his tip jar before the two of you fell into a perfect silence.

“I can’t tell what bothers me more. The use of Frankenstein as a verb, or the fact that you talk in riddles. It’s all very confusing.” Kate took a bite of her hotdog and moaned with pleasure “Jesus, this is a delicacy.”

“I don’t mean to talk in riddles, you know? The answers you crave aren’t straight forward. There’s still a lot of that I’m trying to figure out too. A lot of unspoken rules. Things that I would have changed if I had the chance.”

You took a bite of your own hotdog, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. Kate was watching you, her deep stare moved to the corner of your lip. She tentatively, gently, used the side of her thumb to wipe away a bout of condiment. It took everything in you not to sigh into her touch, to pull her in for a lengthened hug and breathe I her scent.

There was a pressure below your eyes, a sadness that you at to blink away. There was a sudden interest in your shoes and the way they weren’t built for the wet streets of New York. You whispered “You’re not my Kate.”

“I’m sorry, I overstepped I shouldn’t have-“

“No, no. It’s fine. Really.” You drew in a cold breath, one that burned your throat “On my earth, the one that I’m meant to be in, the one that I was created in, there was a Kate Bishop. We grew up together, laughed together, cried together, loved together.”

Kate’s voice was nothing more than air “what happened to her?”

“She died, in my arms she died. Was stubborn until the end about it too.”

You frowned and threw the rest of your food into the nearest trashcan, not having much of an appetite anymore.

“I was engineered in a lab, much like my brother and sister and every single person around me. I wasn’t meant to fall in love, but you made it difficult not to. I had a falling out with my father, and he’s a man of science over anything else.”

“So, he killed me? Her?”

You swallowed the cold lump in your throat again and nodded. The tips of your fingers were numb with the weather, so you shoved them back into your pocket and watched as the beginning of rain began to fall. It distorted the reflection of traffic lights against the pavement.

“You have to understand, Kate. I ran away from 2099, stole the tech from my father’s lab and ensured that he couldn’t track me. My plan, it was to hide out in whatever world it took me to. I would grow old and die in solitude, have a normal life that I wasn’t engineered to have.

“But you were there, and there was color to your cheeks, and you were smiling. After I got over the shock, I decided to leave, go to whatever earth the device spits me out into. And there you were again, and again, until finally- I realized that wherever I went, some version of you would be there, and the same version of me was still hopelessly, undyingly, in love with you.”

“This is…” Kate frowned, got that same crease between her brows that you wanted to smooth out each time. “A lot to process, and that hot dog is about to make a second appearance.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I know.” You groaned, for a moment, staring up at the stars that mixed so delicately with the falling rain. “When I told you on Earth 181 you threw up over the side of the Brooklyn bridge.”

“Oh, nice. After that?”

You shrugged, looking back down at your feet “After that you pretended like none of it mattered. Which I’m not expecting you to do. Trust me, I’ve tried avoiding you, Kate. In every universe I’ve jumped to, I do everything in my power to keep myself away from you.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel fantastic.”

“You know what I mean. There are times when I think, I know that your life would be better without me in it. Meddling, existing. But during those times where I didn’t seek you out, you would find me. Kind of like tonight.”

“I… Couldn’t help myself.” She resigned “I’ve seen a million different masked heroes and have no desire to lift those masks, to find out their secret identities and insert myself into their lives. But it was different with you. It was magnetic.”

“I know, I get it.”

“So, what do we do now, then?”

“You do nothing.” You told her, lifting your chin. You watched the way her eyes moved with confusion and curiosity, the way her chest rose and fall with each breath she took. She was cold, so you pulled your jacket off and draped it carefully over her shoulders. Kate seemed to sigh into it, content for only a moment. “And I leave.”

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