#i *adore* suits with different shades of red <3

[sanchensky]

Here goes sunny animatronic always wearing flashy suits Dawn <3

I was doing little drapery study with a help of @lavenoon's lovely secret agent Sun :)

I was afraid I'll make his clothes look way too flat but they turned out okayish x)

Drawing fabric is hard ;-;

#i love suits and i love red color #i *adore* suits with different shades of red <3 #especially waistcoats #<3 :) #fnaf #fnaf secruity breach #fnaf secret agents au #accidentally undercover #fnaf sun #my sketches or/and animation #fnaf daycare attendant

[givemea-dam-break]

hi!! i absolutely adore your writing, and i have a request for reader x lockwood :) what if reader is smart and likes to read and stuff but is super oblivious and can’t make a first move for the life of her? and maybe it’s her first kiss or something idk :D

a/n: ooooh yes this is a cute idea!!! i hope you enjoy <3 this is in spite of netflix cancelling the show. fuck netflix.

warnings: none female reader

Correct Me If I'm Wrong - Anthony Lockwood

You're not sure when the last time you felt truly pretty was.

Most days are spent either in tatty pyjamas that are due a wash, or clothes with a myriad of ectoplasm burns and a permanent smell of lavender that clogs up your nose and makes you need to sneeze, no matter what kind of fabric conditioner you shove into the washing machine. Your hair? Well, it's certainly seen better days.

But today. Today.

Lucy stands behind you, zipping up the back of your dress as you smooth the front of it until some of the wrinkles have flattened out a little. The satin gleams in the hazy light of your shared attic bedroom, and you find yourself smiling at your reflection in the mirror. When was the last time you dolled yourself up for something?

That's not to say you're overly concerned with how you look on a day-to-day basis, it's just that the ghost-fighting business doesn't really allow for nice outfits. Except for tonight, you suppose.

The Fittes at Fifty Ball is tonight, and you've been dreading it. In all honesty, you would much rather stay at home and get as much research done about the Bone Glass before the members of Lockwood and Co take on a heist to retrieve it, but you've not got much of a choice. You all need to look as inconspicuous as possible seeing as the very thing you need, a book by Mary Dulac, is stored in the Black Library at the Fittes headquarters.

"All done," Lucy says. "Ready to steal from the biggest, most well-protected agency in the UK?"

No, not really, but still you say, "Always."

"I'm going to get our stuff ready." She fiddles with the billowing sleeves of her blue dress. "Want me to pack those biscuits you like?"

"Absolutely, Luce," you say. "Thank you."

When she leaves, you find yourself staring at your reflection for a moment longer and liking the person you see. With a satiny green dress and hair that looks like more than a few minutes of effort have been put in, you look starkly different from usual. It makes you almost yearn for more party heists.

As you're tugging on your boots, there's a knock on the door. The pattern rapped out on the wood is familiar and it makes you smile, and you say, "Come in."

Lockwood steps through the open door and makes his way up the steps into the bedroom. His dark suit makes him look even more professional than usual, and his hair has been combed back neatly, showcasing those mischief-filled dark eyes you love so much. He's carrying something behind his back, making sure to keep it hidden. But the thing you take the most notice of is his tie. It's green.

It likely means nothing. Lockwood wears whatever he wants whenever he wants with little regard for colour - come on, he wears salmon pink socks! - but something about it feels purposeful. You've never seen him wear a green tie. Hell, you didn't even know he owned one. And this is the exact same shade as your dress.

He stops a few feet short of your bed, watching with glittering eyes as you stand and smooth out your dress once more. There's a smile playing on his lips, softer than his usual grin, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"How do I look?" you ask, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

Having him see you in a dress, with your hair styled and your makeup done, feels like standing on a stage in front of thousands of people. You're way more nervous than you should be.

For a moment, he says nothing, and you worry that he thinks it looks terrible. Maybe you should've picked the chiffon dress rather than satin, or maybe the red instead of green. You thought you had made your hair look quite nice, but maybe it looks quite stupid...

And then he says, "You look - you look beautiful, (name)."

There's a fluttery feeling in your chest, but you shove it down. You can't let yourself hope for anything that likely won't happen. Friends tell each other they look beautiful. You and Lucy do it all the time! This is no different just because it's Lockwood. Well, maybe it's a little different.

"You, too," you say. Your cheeks flush. "Well, not beautiful. Actually, I mean, if you want to be then sure. I just meant -"

He laughs, and your voice fades off. It's quite possibly your favourite sound, his laugh, because of how light it sounds. After working with him for a few months now, it's easy enough to tell that Lockwood isn't doing great a lot of the time. With his recklessness, the little jokes he makes that aren't really jokes, it's more than evident. So, now, hearing his laugh sound so genuine makes you smile and you feel a little less embarrassed.

"Thank you," he says, his smile becoming brighter. "I, uh, I have something for you. That is if you want it, of course."

"You know I hate surprises."

"Trust me. You'll like this one."

The hand that was behind his back appears, holding what looks to be an old book. The cover is faded, and the pages have browned, but he holds it delicately on the flat palm of his hand. Curiously, you step closer to him and gingerly take it from his hands.

Upon reading the title and flipping through the first few pages, your heart swells with gratitude. "This is a first edition."

"I'd certainly hope so with the trouble I went to finding it."

Your fingers carefully slip through each page, and you smile so widely you're afraid your cheeks might tear. "Lockwood, this had to have cost a fortune! You didn't have to get me this."

His posture is casual, but there's a glimmer of happiness in his eyes that is unmistakable. "I heard you talking to George about it a few weeks ago. It's your favourite book, and your birthday was recently. In all reality, I'd hoped to give it to you then, but today was the day I managed to get my hands on it."

"You -" The words get stuck in your throat, and you can almost feel yourself tearing up. "I've wanted this since I was a kid. I - Thank you, Lockwood. Seriously. This is..."

"You work so hard here," Lockwood says softly, "and I want you to know it doesn't go unnoticed. Besides, you've always been here for me. I wanted to give you something in return."

"I don't need anything in return for being a decent human being."

"Oh, all right. I'll take it back then."

Clutching the book tightly to your chest, you listen happily as he laughs again, throwing his head back a little. It's a wonderful sight, one that has your heart racing, one that makes you itch to throw your arms around him in the tightest embrace you can muster to simply show how grateful you are for the book, for his laugh and his smile and his presence.

But you refrain. Who's to say he won't just push you away?

"Thank you," you say again. "You're the best."

"I hope you're not just saying that because I pay your wages."

It's almost unnoticeable, but he shuffles forward ever so slightly. Already, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him and smell the faint scent of bitter tea and cheap shampoo underneath whatever aftershave he's put on. Your breath catches in your throat. There's less than a foot between you, but it has you fumbling for something to say or do.

"We should probably head downstairs," he murmurs, gaze fixed on yours. "The taxi will be here soon."

You nod. Neither of you moves.

He looks at you with those coppery eyes of his with a smile that feels distinctly private, and your heart thuds so loudly in your chest that you're convinced he can hear it, too. Words echo in your mind, words you want to say to him more than anything else, but your lips stay firmly shut.

How are you meant to tell him how you feel? That every time he merely looks at you, your heart starts beating as if you've just run a marathon? That you long to be the only person he shares his private smiles with, the only one that ever hears his true, unburdened laughs when you make a joke or make a fool of yourself? How are you supposed to explain that the times you spend with him are your favourites or that you search a dozen different shops simply to find his favourite biscuits to make him smile?

It's easy enough to list it to yourself, to find the words, but to say them to him? It's a different thing entirely, and it makes your mouth feel dry and your hands tremble a little.

"I need to tell you something," Lockwood says, and his voice has become breathier, quieter. "Just in case things go wrong tonight.”

"Nothing's going to go wrong."

He makes to take your book from your hands, and you hesitate. He only laughs, promising that it isn't going far, and slips it onto your crowded bookcase with gentle hands.

Gentle hands that soon reach for yours.

The touch takes you by surprise, but it's welcome. His hands are soft and warm, and they envelop yours. Now he has to be able to feel your racing pulse, surely. There's no way he can't.

"(name)..." He pauses, looking away from you for a moment. When his gaze returns, it's soft, nervous, even, and you find yourself transfixed, unable to look away. "I've been trying to tell you this for a few weeks now, but I couldn't - I couldn't figure out the words, so I resorted to other things. Making your tea in the mornings, asking you to come along with me on errands."

Bright, beautiful hope flickers in your chest, and this time you don't push it down. This time, you nurture it, letting it bring a small smile to your lips. Lockwood sees it, and he straightens a little with confidence. Not much, nowhere near as confident as he usually seems, but it keeps him speaking.

"Ever since you walked through the front door for your interview, I've never stopped thinking of you. Day and night, you're on my mind. The way you scrunch your nose when you're listening for Visitors, or how you become entirely unreachable when you read. How I can ask you anything, and you know the answer to it almost immediately."

His hands are shaking a little bit. You squeeze them softly.

"I like the way you smile, and how happy you are when I remember your order for Arif's. Most of all, I like -"

He's struggling with the words.

"Are you trying to say you like me?"

Part of you doesn't believe it. How could he? He's Anthony Lockwood, a boy from the city who owns his own company that breaks how the system of ghost-hunting works by simply having him be in charge. And you? You're a girl from some tiny town, a nobody whose only virtues are being relatively smart and being able to hear ghosts, though not on a grand scale. In reality, your paths would never have crossed if not for you finding a little clipping in the newspaper advertising for an agent.

So how could he like you? With his admirable Sight, the confidence that you always lack, the charm that could be used to entrance any girl he could ever so wish?

But here he stands, so close to you with shaky hands and faltering words, looking at you as if you've been placed here by some otherworldly forces solely for the purpose of enchanting him. He looks at you as if you're more than you really are, like someone a person could love and cherish.

"No," he says.

And your heart sinks all the way down to the floor, followed by your eyes. Your hands slacken in his, and your skin feels hot with embarrassment. You dread to think of how red you've become, and you turn your face away from him, instead looking at the book he gifted you. Were you stupid for hoping it meant more? Probably.

"I love you."

Three words. Three simple words that have your gaze snapping back to his, your heart rushing to your throat, and your hands tensing all at the same time. Three simple words that spark a blazing fire inside your chest. But, still, there's an ache in your throat.

"Don't kid with me, Lockwood."

His eyes are completely sincere, crinkled slightly with humour. "I'm not."

"You're about to laugh."

"Only because you're funny."

"I -" Your hands slip from his, and you brush your hair out of your face, faltering back a step. "You're being serious?"

With slightly pink cheeks and an almost shy smile, he says, "I am. I wouldn't joke about this, (name)."

"You - You love me? Why?"

"Didn't you listen to that long spiel I just had?" Once more, he takes a step closer. Then another until he's standing even closer than before, close enough that you can feel his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. "Because you're you. Because I admire and adore every single part of and about you."

You have to tilt your head to look at him with him being so close. "Have you hit your head recently?"

"If I have, and this is a dream, then I'm glad you're the girl of my dreams."

"Girl in your dreams," you correct quietly, halfheartedly.

Lockwood smiles. "I love that about you, too. That incessant need to correct me on anything I say."

"Someone's got to."

"Okay, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but would I be right in assuming that you feel the same?"

The words catch in your throat, but you nod regardless, smiling when his smile melts into his wide grin. This grin, it isn't the newspaper one. The infamous Lockwood Grin. This is only for you, something for you both to share solely between yourselves, and it's something you feel eternally grateful for being able to see, never mind be the cause of.

"Fantastic," he says, "because there's something I've been wanting to do for what feels like a lifetime now."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Would it perhaps involve kissing me?"

It does, apparently, because he leans closer until your faces are almost touching. His hands cup your face so gently it's as if they've been created from the air itself, but he waits, searching your eyes for any hesitation or rejection.

He never finds it. When your face tilts in accordance with his, he takes his cue and presses his lips onto yours.

You've never kissed anyone before, so the feeling is surreal. It's as if the very world around you melts away into nothingness until all you're aware of is him and his hands on your face, yours on his chest, his lips on yours. By no means is the kiss long, but it feels like eternity in a single second. Everything feels right and perfect.

When he pulls away, you're a little lost for breath, but you smile at him nonetheless, egged on by his dazzling grin. His hands still cup your face, and you're still clutching the blazer at his chest, but neither of you makes to move. Not when this feels so right.

"I'd do that again," he says softly, "but we have a taxi to get in."

"Who cares? One more?"

And he obliges before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the room. All the while, you yourself grin. Maybe you should be hopeful more often.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

[spider999sposts]

Congrats for your 100 followers! I want to request Hobie Brown with a Shy!Reader who's aesthetically opposite to him ("he was a punk, she did ballet" kind of vibe lol).

I was thinking something like Reader is about meet Hobie's punk friends but is feeling all shy and worried because she's afraid they're not going to like her for being so different and make her feel like she doesn't belong, but Hobie comforts and reassures her that everything will be fine and he's so sweet to her the whole time. In the end all his friends end up adoring her and thinking she's really cool in her own way.

Opposites—Hobie Brown

genre: fluff

tags: shy!ballerina!fem!reader × Hobie Brown

a.n: took the phrase "He was punk, she did ballet." a little too seriously. Hope this was good enough <3

No one expected a relationship to bloom between you and Hobie Brown when they put you on your first mission together.

You were complete and utter opposites. He was outspoken, with loud opinions and a 'in-your-face' fighting style. You were queit, you didn't speak very often, rather preferred to be a listener. You were stealthy, preferring sneak attacks before actually engaging in a fight.

Other than your complete opposing personalities, the way you chose to appear was different as well. Hobie and his rather spiked design, his darker colours of red and blue, his studded belts and various peircings. You and your light coloured suit of baby blue, white and a shade of rose. The pointe shoes on your feet alluding to your skill as a dancer, before you were ever a spider–person at all.

The two of you couldn't be any different. So when you started to date, everyone was quite surprised. "Opposite attract, can't you all see! The tension was there from the start!" Pavitr would say excitedly to anyone who asked. But no one really minded your relationship, not even Miguel, who was so hellbent over anything that could threaten the canon of events.

Hobie doesn't remember a time where he laughed this much with someone else. You brought out all the best things in him. You listened to him ramble on and on about everything he dislikes about the spider-society, occasionally nodding your head or rubbing his shoulder whenever he got too worked up. He found himself feeling comforted by your presence, he found himself listening to you when you got all prissy and asked him to do something for you, even though he took orders from no one. Almost no one. He smiled alot around you, and was a much less agitated by everything when you were near him. There was always a pink hue around his frame whenever you were around.

And he brought out a side to you that you never knew you had. You spoke up more often, sometimes going lengths as to disagreeing with Miguel on some things. You allowed yourself to loosen up and speak freely, to be less shy and interact with others. He encouraged you to be the version of yourself that you wanted to be, letting you break some rules here and there, pushing you out of your comfort zone so you could have more experiences.

And today was one of those days.

Hobie had asked you earlier that day if you wanted to go back to his universe to meet his band mates, who were queit curious to whom he was dating and spending almost all of his time with. You agreed, although you couldn't deny how nervous you felt. You were different from Hobie, but he loved you. You don't know if that will apply to his friends.

And now you were holding onto his arm as he led you down the street to the pub they preform at. You were silent for most of the walk, and Hobie took notice.

"Hey." His voice intruppted your thoughts, that were mostly you trying to figure out how to introduce yourself without seeming lame. "You're quiet."

"I'm always queit." You replied, giving him a lopsided smile, "It's nothing, Hobie–"

"You're nervous. Have been since I asked you to come with." He chuckled, stopping the both of you in your tracks. The pub was just a few meters ahead of you, "What is it?" Hobie asked, taking his hands out of his pockets, wrapping them around your waist. You set your head on his chest, sighing.

"I'm worried they won't like me, think I'm too different for you."

The words hung in the air for a moment, then his chest rumbled and you heard him laugh. You looked up at him, pouting a little. "Hey, I'm serious!"

"I know, I know." He chuckled, "But there isn't anything to worry about." He left a kiss at the top of your head, squeezing your side. "They're the ones that should be worried, frankly—"

"No, no, it's.." You took a deep breath, intrupting him. "It's not going to be like when everyone in HQ was cool with it."

"Eh? Why not?"

"At HQ, they've seen much more stranger things than people like us getting together, and..." You sighed, closing your eyes. "They've seen how we are together, you know? I don't know if your friends will understand it, I just don't want to embaress you or—"

"Embaress me? Bloody hell, love, what goes on in that pretty head of yours?" Hobie moved one of his hands and cupped your cheek instead, tilting your head up so you'd be looking at him. You blushed at the gesture, a little sheepish at how silly you sounded.

Hobie sighed, seemingly collecting his words. "You being so different from me never embarrassed me, and never will. And my friends would be daft if they disliked you at all, not just because you and I aren't into the same things. You've got nothing to worry about, Mm'kay?"

"Okay." You nodded. Hobie leaned down, pressing his lips against yours gently, his hands wandering to finally end up wrapping tightly around your waist. Your chest felt much more lighter now, but that pit in your stomach never truly left you. "I'll be beside you all night, make sure you're all snug." You heard him say as he pulled away.

And that was that. His hands didn't leave your waist as he led you down the stairs to the door of the pub. Once you were inside, you were immediately overwhelmed by the deafening sound of drums and booming guitar riffs. The sound of people dancing and singing reverberated across the small space. It was queit busy for a thursday evening, the place was so crowded that you would've lost Hobie right away if he wasn't holding you by the waist, leading you to the bar. You put your arm around his own waist, holding tightly onto his vest.

"Oi, Hobes, over here!"

Your clutch tightened around the fabric, as Hobie made way for both of you to pass through. Once you made it to his friends, he high-fived the three of them then stood by your side once again.

They weren't too unfamiliar to you. They were his universe's Harry Osborn, Ned Leeds and Mary Jane. Maybe it was the fact that they were familiar faces to you, and maybe it was the fact that Hobie's thumb was running up and down your side in a soothing manner, but you felt a bit more at ease. You introduced yourself to them, and they all were pretty welcoming. You couldn't deny the fact that they did a double take seeing you on Hobie's arm, but it was just for a split second.

You grabbed your drinks and sat down at a booth. Hobie's arm was slung around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "So, how'd you two meet?" Harry asked, downing his shot almost immediately.

"Work. We're...like partners."

"Yeah, we always got assignments together."

"You work at that dodgy, shady secret business Hobie refuses to tell us about too? What's it like?" MJ asked, surprised. Hobie groaned, rolling his eyes. "Can we stop talking about work, I don't think that's what you want to spend the rest of the night talking about."

The three of them agreed, and you glanced at him, smiling, mentally thanking him for the diversion. "Well, what do you do outside of work? Are you in a band too?" Ned asked. "Oh, no, no, I.." You paused a little, before looking up at them. "I dance."

"Ooh, dance, eh? Didn't take you'd be into moshing, but I get that—"

"Nah, she's a ballerina." Hobie intrupted casually, sipping on his drink. "Bloody good one too." You laughed nervously, fiddling with your hands, unable to look up. You wouldn't be able to handle it if you saw them looking at you strangly. "I'm okay at best, Hobie—"

"Ballet? That's wicked!" MJ's voice made you look up. The three of them were leaning over the table now, attentively waiting for you to elaborate further. "Tell us more, do you get on big stages?"

You feel Hobie's hand intertwining with yours, giving you a light encouraging squeeze. The loving look in his eye, his constant reassurance of you, and the pride in his voice when he spoke of what you do all encouraged you to speak. So you did. You told them all about your hobbies, and they were queit interested in listening to you. One conversation led to another, and you found yourself flowing smoothly with them, even realised you have common interests the more you spoke.

Hobie never intruppted you, only filling in when you started to get a little tense or just to clarify a slang word you were unfamiliar with. His hand didn't leave yours for one second, he occasionally squeezed it to remind you he's there. Watching you operate and glide through the conversation by yourself filled him with a sense of warmth and pride, he was glad he could ease you into this.

A few hours pass, then his friends get up, saying they're going to go dancing before they leave. They asked Hobie and you if you wanted to come, even encouraged you to try rocking with them to the music, but the both of you said you'll sit this one out. Before they left, Harry leaned down and whispered something in his ear.

Once they were out of sight, Hobie turned to you, a grin on his face. You smiled back, tilting your head at him. "What is it?"

"You're cute when you get all excited and talk about what you like doing."

Even under low light, he could see your cheeks darken. "Did I speak too much? I hope they didn't think I'm too self cent—" He intruppted you pretty quickly, pulling you close to him that you almost ended up on his lap, and crashing his lips on yours. You squealed, but quickly adjusted yourself and wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. His lips were soft and tender but the kiss was anything but. For a moment you forgot what you were talking about. Hobie didn't pull back for a bit, and when he did, you were left dizzy.

"They didn't. They think you're brilliant. Just like I do." He mumbled against your lips. "And if you ever think like that again, I'm going to kiss you till you can't conjure up a coherent thought."

"Mm, are you sure they didn't think I'm annoying?"

"Oh, now you're just asking for it, aren't you?"

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie fluff #hobie x y/n #astv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #marvel #gwen stacy #mary jane parker #ned leeds #harry osborn #spider punk #spider person #reader is female

[llau-ren-ti-a]

The Bad Batch Ask Game

created by @wreckers-wife

@nahoney22

First of all thanks for the message and thank you for bringing this to my attention, my asks are open now 😁

So let's get right to it!

21. Which Batcher is the best cook?

I'd love to say Hunter, but with his senses it could get difficult (hell, I consider myself a decent cook and can't prepare meat half of the time bc I can't stand the smell) so I'm going with Echo and Cross!

Echo because he actually values food that isn't 'standard rations' and has a thing for proper nutrition and Crosshair because he's a control freak in the kitchen - he won't let you lift a finger and only serves whatever meets his expectations.

38. What color do you associate with each Batcher?

That's a tough one, but I'll try my best!

Wrecker

Wrecker was the easiest to come up with, and I know, yellow is a happy colour and that's why I associate him with it bla bla bla - his scar reminds me of the sun, a star bursting across his face. He's warm summer days spent in the sun, elderflower lemonade and daisies.

When I was in school we used to play "Yellow Car", whenever you spotted a yellow car you could hit one of the fellow players, and I think he'd be weirdly competitive about that.

Omega

Omega was a close second, and my colour is turquoise! Do you know this specific shade of turquoise that every other girl's rooms had back in the 2010s? Either you knew someone who had a room like that or you were that person. I can remember that so vividly and she instantly reminded me of her so much. She'd totally be one of those girls with turquoise walls.

I'm also so sure adores the ocean and sky, aside from the storm grey she was surrounded with on Kamino.

Tech

A little conflicted about our dear Tech - he reminds me of vaporwave and 80s computers; to me he is the embodiment of 80s and 90s synthwave (aesthetic), black and neon pinks and blues and purples and oranges - it was really a tie between the latter but I went with purple, it's still quite a nice colour and I think he'd center his whole being around this colour like many purple people do. (Orange people are actually exactly the same, but they are less vocal about it haha)

Echo

Sad beige clothes for sad beige children.

Look me straight into my bright blue eyes and tell me Echo would not absolutely THRIVE in a clean, cozy minimalistic apartment. I would pay an ungodly amount of money to wrap him up in a beige silk/mohair blend cable knit sweater and watch him drink a black tea with milk and sugar while he's sitting on clean white bed sheets. Need I say more?

Hunter

(Sidenote: I am having an absolute field day imagining Hunter in one of those Park Ranger Uniform shorts)

I think the consensus is that a lot of people associate him with red (because he is the leader of the squad and their colours are black and red...)

And I get it, red and brown suit him well in my opinion, but he really is green to me. Not really sage green or dark forest green, more the yellowish chartreuse kind of swampy green.

Crosshair

I get it. I absolutely do. The angry, dangerous, even lustful dark reds and blacks that so many people pair him with.

My soul tells me he is green. Not that friendly, lively kind of green that Hunter has, but this dark and forgotten shade of ancient woods that block out the sun once you've walked a few steps into them. Kind of Twilight-esque pacific northwedt vibes, but scarier and less blue filter.

I know he would kill me if he heard me compare him to Hunter like that, but I really think they are quite alike.

The difference lies here:

Hunter invites you in, whereas Crosshair is warning you to stay away.

- - -

I hope that made some sense haha!

That was fun, thanks for the message! <3

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #tbb headcanons #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech

[kittiwittebane]

Part 6!!!!!!!!! (can’t believe i got this far lmao) ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL BOYS PART 6 :3

I’m listening to ‘Hayloft ll’ while writing the first part of this. I don’t even know if I like the song, I just like the beat.

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Willow ran up the stairs from school one day, completely ignoring her fathers who usually asks about her day. A giddy feeling had overridden her regular schedule, skipping a lot of it to get ready for a date with Hunter. She went through her entire closet attempting to choose an outfit for the date. She hadn’t even told her dads she was going out, but nothing could stop her from either way. She held up a green playsuit to her. She smiled with a giggle, tapping her feet on the ground happily. The playsuit was sparkly. It was a light green with green flowers and dark green shades, topped with sparkles here and there with the arm and leg holes frilled. As it was going to be cold, she wore black fleece-lined leggings over the bottom half of the suit and a nice yellow and green cardigan that had a swirl pattern on it. Unbeknownst to her, her fathers were watching her. She was so into this that she basically forgot that she lived with people. She did her hair in a ponytail, leaving two strands of hair at the front of her head out like bangs. She put her hair clip in, the flower one with eyes.

“Willow what are you doing?” Gilbert, her dad finally asked. WIllow jumped, startled by the sudden voice.

“What?” she asked, still processing the moment’s existence. Her dad repeated the last statement he spoke.

“What are you doing?”

Willow looked around. Her usually spotless room was covered in a sea of clothes, clips and sparkly bow hair ties. Her throat went dry, unable to assemble a working sentence.

“I- uhm,” she stammered, “I…”

Willow wanted to tell her dads she was going on a date, but there were many things that told her not to. Things like the fact her Papa, Harvey, was there and he didn’t want her to date yet. She’d also have to explain why that made her mess up her room so badly, and that would be difficult.

What was she meant to say? “Sorry Dad, Papa I got asked out and I’m going on a date and that made me mess up my room because I’m not responsible enough to contain my feelings.”?? She decided to keep her mouth shut.

“Well?” Gilbert asked. Willow refused to speak. Her fathers looked at each other in confusion. Willow had never lied, refused to speak or anything like that before. They shrugged it off as nothing and Willow, now self-conscious, continued to get ready. Hunter has offered to take her to the annual sightseers ‘Fire Sunset’. It was a sunset that occurred once a year. It was the darkest orange and reds and the sun was extra yellow. Everyone gathered with loved ones to share the evening with them. Usually it’s tourists, because each family here has seen it before. But this was different. She was going with Hunter. Not her family. It was a date. It truly was beautiful. She kissed her dads on the cheek before slipping out the door, not even letting them ask.

Willow arrived at the Fire Sunset seating place, a spot picked specifically for the best view of the sunset for a large number of people. Hunter, however, had other plans.

“Hey Hunter!” Willow looked at her boyfriend, and obviously couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked. He was wearing jeans with a black shirt and a red, orange and brown flannel on. His hair was slicked back and once again he had a badly hidden bouquet behind his back. He was also wearing a backpack.

“I got this for you.” He mumbled nervously as he pulled out an arrangement of tulips, roses, peonies, magnolias and daffodils. Willow blushed and took them. He was just too adorable. He was about to become even more adorable.

“Last year I found this place where the sunset and moonrise are visible and I thought maybe you would want to go there with me?” Hunter suggested. Willow bit her lip and nodded. It was amazing enough as it was, but now he wanted to go to a place alone? He was no longer just adorable, but adorkable.

(Yes , that just means adorable dork)

His face lit up so cutely. He took her by the hand and led her to a place on a thin mountain, (The ribs) and he set up a picnic blanket and a couple of things that she had no idea cost him everything he could find around the mansion.

The sunset began and they sat down and settled in a place. A cool breeze drifted through the air and Willow rested her head on Hunter’s shoulder. Returning the feeling, Hunter put his hand on Willow’s shoulder and brought her closer to him. He rubbed her shoulder with his thumb. Willow smiled to herself, adjusting her head and watching the sunset. The sun went down and the moon began to rise. Willow had fallen asleep by the time the moon had risen fully. Hunter took the responsibility to take her home as any boyfriend would. He scooped her up and let her down, packed up their stuff and put it all on his back. He then picked her up bridal style. He hiked all the way down the mountain while admiring Willow sleeping. Her soft breathing just made him love her more. With every sound and movement she made Hunter fall for her even more. Once he was at the bottom of the mountain, a few minutes passed of taking a break and Willow stirred.

“Hunter?” she asked.

“Yes?” he gently brushed his hands through her hair, as he had positioned her in such a way in which she was laying on his lap. She looked upwards and stretched before getting up.

“Oh my titan, did you walk all the way down the mountain holding me?!” she exclaimed frantically.

“Yes, why?” Hunter had no problem with that. Willow’s hands covered her face.

“Ugh, you should have woken me up, it must have been such a hassle, having to carry… this… all the way down the mountain.” she groaned. Hunter’s eyes widened in interest.

“Are you calling me weak?” he queried playfully. Willow’s eyes showed only shock as she looked at him.

“No! No, no, no, I wasn’t calling you weak! I’m just like..” she chuckled. “Really fat.” she finished. Hunter’s heart shattered.

“You aren’t fat, Willow.” Hunter murmured. Willow’s eyes travelled over to Hunter.

“Look, that’s sweet but you can’t deny what is true.” She smiled. “It’s fine, I accept it.”

“No, you aren’t.” Hunter declared stubbornly. Willow smiled.

“And why is that? Look at me!” she tried to play it off with a fake laugh.

“Exactly.” Hunter grunted. “Look at you.”

“What?”

“You might be big, or chubby or… squishy?” Hunter suggested. “But you aren’t fat.”

“What does that even mean?” Willow giggled.

“Fat is an ugly word, and your… beautiful.” Hunter said confidently until ‘beautiful’, which he mumbled. Willow kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks Hunter. It means a lot.”

Hunter malfunctioned. His head began reeling with questions. But he just smiled and gave in to Willow’s affection.

“How about we go out for Milkshakes?” Hunter proposed. Willow nodded without saying a word.

Hunter and Willow went and got their milkshakes, and as it turns out they shared the love of the exact same flavour as their favourite. Goreberry and spider. It was a milkshake that was flavoured with goreberry ice cream, goreberries, whipped spider eye cream with the spider legs from a Honey spider demon, which tasted like honey. They shared one with two straws, giggling and avoiding eye contact so that they didn’t erupt into a fit of laughter. As it turns out, sharing a drink with two straws was funnier than it was romantic.

Willow offered to walk Hunter to his street, as he didn’t want her coming near his house. She didn’t know why, but Hunter didn’t feel like explaining it to her yet and she was fine with that. She did remind him like 100 times a day that communication is key. As they got to their street, Willow spotted Hunter’s uncle waiting for him, as did Hunter. Their reactions were very different. Willow wanted to greet him but Hunter didn’t even want to see him. They were just behind a building and Willow began to slow jog towards his Uncle. Hunter’s only thought was: Get her out of there!

Hunter grabbed Willow by the collar and swung her around, accidentally slamming her against the wall. He wasn’t thinking straight and pushed them both against it.

“What was that for?” Willow asked, rubbing the back of her head. Hunter apologised but he saw his uncle walking towards them. He didn’t know they were there and he didn’t need to know either.

“Run.” Hunter whispered urgently to Willow. She tipped her head.

“Why-”

“Go into the forest. Go around the block and don’t come near this street, nor my house!” he hissed.

“But-”

“JUST GO!” he snapped quietly. Willow was taken aback by his sudden anger. “Go!” he repeated. He dragged her near to the forest and pushed her into it. She fell over but that was the least of Hunter’s concerns. Once again, he repeated his words. “Go!” he hissed, running back to the building. Willow was left there confused. She got up and ran into the dense tree cover. She burst into tears, unable to comprehend an appropriate response to the last event. She cried the whole way home.

“Willow, flower, what’s wrong?” her dad ran over to her and hugged her. Willow sobbed and attempted to speak.

“I was.. on a .. d-date a-and then-n we were w-walking ho-ome and he s-s-started acting-ng straaaaaannnge!” she wailed. “He-he pushed m-me and t-told me to r-runn! He s-snapped at me-e. I’m j-just confused!” she sobbed. Gilbert comforted his daughter and she fell right asleep after that. She’d been so worked up she’d knocked herself out with exhaustion.

She woke up the next morning and got ready to go to school. Once there, she looked around for Hunter. Ok, so he’d taken the day off. No big deal.

Then the week.

Two weeks.

Three weeks…

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #huntlow #willow park #winter #the owl house #dana terrace #toh #kittiwittebane #huntlow kiss

[charmixpower]

Ranking the girls Bloomix forms!

Bloomix is kinda mid? To me??? I like the way it looks more than Believix

1) Bloom

I love the hair! I love different shades of blue??? The dark blue looks so good on her, and I'm absolutely obsessed with the straight up red hair. Her hairstyle fucks too, Bloom loves her braids fr fr. The scale pattern armor FUCKS severely, but the purple and magenta gems kinda suck ass ngl

Her wings fuck too, they look like a actual fire

2) Musa

I hate literally everything going on with the weird solid pink thing at the bottom, but it still looks amazing. She IS the moment. I wish the pinks were maybe blues? Her outfit could use some cold colors aside from her hair. While this is nothing I could imagine s1-3 Musa genuinely wearing it looks good

Musa's twin sister looks amazing this season!

3) Stella

Stella looks like a sunset and I LOVE!! The shawl, the colors, the armor, the wings, the everything it's like a sun set!!! I wish there was more blue, and not ice blue?? Like use a cyan or something, but her hair. But the hair. I've been getting use to to it but I hate it. I'm always obsessed with Stella in purple so this, I love the magenta

4) Flora

Oof, those wings. Poor girl. And that top?? Helppppp. The shawl looks the best on her tho tbh, and her flower skirt + vine heels combo is cute. I like the flowers on her heels and in her hair, love seeing new hairstyles for Flora she looks so great. Her crown also looks so cute and personalized, love love. The heart leaf print on her leggings is so fucking adorable. Just that top, why??

5) Aisha

Aisha looks?? Fine. I hate the boob armor. They put literally zero effort into her wings and leggings. Her shawl is unique and interesting. They somehow decided that she needed to have lighter, nearly ginger, hair and with s8 I can only assume that's with bad intentions. Her wrist cuffs look super cool, her skirt looks awful, the collar of her top looks amazing, she has two weird tiny ass forward facing ponytails on the front of her head that I SWEAR no one else has noticed. It's solidly mid and not Sirenix

Please note that the TWO times they've changed Aisha's hair color for a transformation they made her blonde and a red head

6) Tecna

They put Tecna who wore a full body suit in magic winx when everyone else was wearing crop tops and mini skirts in a sweater, a UGLY sweater with an evil neckline at that, in the armor transformation???? The disrespect! Also they gave the fuck up on her wings

That sweater is so terrible why did you do this to my girl

At least the legging patterns are nice, like the heels too, the shawl is basically a worse version of Aisha's and I can't decide if I love or hate the hair but I'll take it

#winx club #reblog #winx bloom #winx musa #winx stella #winx flora #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx layla #bloomix #rus rants

[justelib]

(Base references by Mellon Soup <3)

Edit: (you can probably tell how my black Ball point pen gave up and I had to move on to my blue one.) VC: Marshall Lee

Little backstory <3

Casey Kingsley had travelled all around the world, Originally coming from Tasmania, and finally his parents were settling down in Paris.

He was excited, his family was staying with the Couffaine family, his mother was best friends With Anarka and the women allowed them space on their ship. Casey was bunking in Luka & Juleka’s room, Staying on a spare mattress and His parents were bunking in a spare room next to Anarka’s.

Casey was attending Françoise Dupont middle\high school, also known as Collège Françoise Dupont, in the French language, with Juleka, who was held back. It was his last year, ninth grade, and he was stressed, he’d moved around so much that he’s worried he isn’t caught up, even though he’s had multiple tutors over the years.

Now, when Casey was twelve he came across an old second hand shop were he found something that caught his eye, a black choker with a silver Spider pendant and could you imagine his surprise when a black, Flying spider came out of the pendant when he put it on?

The twelve year old boys biggest fear had been spiders at the time…he may have tried to squish the poor Kwami.

But anyways, after the Kwami, known as Fangs, explained everything to Casey, the twelve year old began to stop small crimes that the police couldn’t be bothered with. The first crime was stopping a mugging in New York, it was nearly a total disaster considering Casey had tripled and fell into a dumpster but he had kicked the muggers ass.

(I’m planning to write a Fic for this Oc, the love interest is undecided but here’s some info!)

Appearance:

• his hair is dyed Blue, specifically this shade:

• he has naturally tanned skin.

• his eyes are a Greenish blue colour, except for when he’s in his hero costume where his extra two eyes are a red colour, the same as Fangs.

• he’s 5’3.

Basics

• his hero costume is a mix of black, Reds and blues.

• his clothes are a mixture of vintage and Retro.

• he is fifteen years old.

• Casey is a loud and Proud bisexual, with a preference towards boys.

• he see’s Luka and Juleka as siblings.

• he can summon different weapons but his go to’s are Nunchuck’s with blades and a pair of Sai.

• he’s the #1 Marcaniel, Julerose and Myvan Shipper. (I couldn’t remember what Mylene and Ivan’s Ship name was so I just winged it)

• Casey is a loud and proud person, He’s caring and kind but he’s also impatient, Sarcastic, forgetful, Stubborn and impulsive. He has a loyal heart and he’s totally honest, which is probably a bad trait considering He’s nearly gave away his identity multiple times.

• his favourite food is pasta, his favourite drink is ice coffee…never, I repeat, NEVER come between this boy and his ice coffee.

• he loves strolling through the park with music blaring through his headphones.

• Chat noir is his favourite hero, sure he loves ladybug (PLATONICALLY, PLATONICALLY) but Chat is just someone Casey (or Spider bite) can talk to without a care in the world.

• Casey absolutely Loves Marinette, she was so kind to him when they first met and He finds her Clumsiness adorable.

(She’s lot totally creepy towards Adrian in my AU, I don’t even know if he’s her love interest in the alternate universe yet.)

• Casey’s favourite couple to hang out with is Nate and Marc, they make sure to never leave him out and they’re just overall Awesome.

• don’t ever wake Casey up from a nap, he nearly never goes to sleep in the middle of the day unless he absolutely needs the rest.

• Fangs helped Casey come out to his parents.

• Casey saw right through Lila the moment he saw her and it frustrated him so much when nearly everyone was…Ahem, Dumb, Ahem…enough to believe her ridiculous lies, Especially when Lila claimed that Marinette ‘pushed’ her down the stairs.

• Casey Kingsley is my baby.

<3

(You can probably tell Shading isn’t my strong suit, I didn’t even try for this. Shading is my weakness 😭😭)

(Base reference by Mellon soup again) the bag is chat noir merch 😉

#miraculous lb #miraculous oc #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #marcthaniel #julerose #myvan #mylene haprele #ivan bruel #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #miraculous kwamis #chat noir #ladybug #Miraculous ladybug Oc #oc info

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Chains of Heart ep 6

I'm steaming through these eps...

Alright, no I'm not, I'm very distracted by the Our Skyy 2 trailer coming out today. But let's get on with it as best I can anyway.

The ep begins with Lue's fantasy of Ken (I wonder why he imagines Ken pre-tattoos...) in a room tinged green with red hints.

In the real world, Ken's friend group colour-coordinate in shades of Din and Ken's green and blue. I ADORE Payu's suit here, and even the flower bouquets complement the scheme. I wonder, when it comes to light who knows that Lue is Ken, whether the colours would correspond somehow.

Following the fight in the outdoor restaurant, and dreaming again of his and Din's moment on the bridge, Ken wakes up with his passion for Din around him (the red). Deedee then turns up in Ken and Din's blue and green, bearing tulips - are they pink or red? From what I've quickly read, tulips can have different meanings -> A deep or perfect love, charity, or rebirth (all applicable in some way here), and pink symbolises love, care, and admiration but not in a romantic sense, more platonic/familial, whereas red means love and romance. The ambiguity here is apt since we still don't know what Deedee's intentions are. Is he good/bad/in love with Ken/the guy sent by Payu to watch over Ken...or a secret fifth thing?

Din's father also wears green and blue to visit Ingpha again to ask for help...again. Ingpha this time looks to be all in black or a very very dark blue, is it because he's losing patience perhaps? His mask is dropping?

It feels odd to see Lue also all in black but the red is still there in the stain of the wood...and Ae has adopted Lue's usual beige, perhaps because she is trying to win him over. Maybe Lue is also losing his patience (maybe that's why he goes after Ingpha at the end of the ep...)

I want to posit a small theory here, which might just be based on my bias for Poppy (I love him ok?), in that Inspector Don is actually a Good Guy and working from inside to help take Ingpha and Ae down. He and Lue might even know each other already. I'm hoping this blue is an indication...as is the way he didn't shoot Lue/the MiB at the end of the ep when Lue/MiB was attacking Ingpha. A girl can dream. Incidentally, Ingpha is wearing a dark blue when he goes to visit the monument. I don't really have an interpretation for it because I'm so lost as to why he drove so far to go to this particular place. I don't remember if this gets explained in future eps...

Back in Bangkok and we get the burgundy gloves! - Lue is in his true colour! He's in all his feels for Ken, conflicted because he wants people to accept Din is dead but also wants Ken to love him...which he would do more easily if Ken knew Lue was Din.

And dammit! They stop with the purple light of their old love between them. I also love how the backgrounds predominantly have each other's colour in them

Returning from emphatically turning Lue's advances down, Ken has to struggle up the stairs bathed in their deep purple. (Seriously, why does this hotel not have an elevator from ground level?!)

And even though we now know it was a dream, the green and red lighting indicates a high tension scene ahead (the dreamt fight in the bathroom...much like the scene with Nok in the bathtub earlier in the ep (when Ingpha came to threaten him).

The thing with making these posts as I go is that I make a theory which then needs refining as the series goes on because patterns seem to fall into place a little differently than I had originally predicted. Not huge changes but clarifications: Green = Din, Burgundy Red = Lue, Blue = Ken, Purple lighting = Din and Ken's passion and love for each other, Green &/or Red lighting = a high tension/emotional dramatic moment (usually in connection with Din/Lue). I'm still on the fence whether blue also indicates some kind of masking or hiding, and whether black could mean a loss of patience in what is being attempted to achieve. To be continued!

[ep 1] [ep 2] [ep 3] [ep 4] [ep 5] [ep 6] [ep 7] [ep 8] [ep 9] [ep 10]

#chains of heart #chains of heart ep 6 #I think I'm done for today #I've been too distracted and these three eps took longer than I'd like #on to something different for a while #I only have two eps to go until I'm caught up though #so it's all good! #chains of heart colours

[loveaffaire]

okay i for a blurb request for the sleepover: a red carpet blurb with tom holland, u are both co-stars in a movie that’s nominated, and you are close so you’re together most of the event. paparazzi and fans take pics and videos and bc of the pics/vids ppl start to speculate that u too might be dating… i just want a lot of warm, nice fluff and tom being a goof (i hope this is clear and congrats on 1k <3)

The Rumours Are True

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings/tags: just fluff <3

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I mentioned some past interviews and moments which led to the fans/media speculating that Tom and reader are together, other than that, it’s all your request. Enjoy!

🤍Written for my 1k Sleepover🤍

Tom admitted that you’re his celebrity crush in a buzzfeed interview.

The first thing you did when you reached the world premiere of Spider-Man: Far From Home was run to Tom and give him a friendly kiss on the cheek because you haven’t seen him in 6 long months.

Photos of you both laughing and hugging adored the first page of some gossip magazine with the headline “Are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N dating? The pair looked cozy on the set of their new film, Cherry” just because you went out with Tom to grab coffee before an early morning shoot.

Tom wore a hoodie on an early morning jog which had a lipstick mark on the neckline, fans speculated that it’s yours because you were papped wearing the same shade of lipstick the day before. And… it was but it was only because you wore his hoodies sometimes and like in a friend kinda way.

You posted a photo of Tom on your Instagram story and fans instantly knew it was your place because of a lamp in the background.

A lamp, yes and you were kinda impressed by the detective skills of your fans. Just a little.

All these little moments and about fifty others had led to the fans and the media speculating that there was something more between you and Tom but there wasn’t. You were just good friends with each other and that was it, that was what you were telling yourself anyway.

Tonight was the British Academy Film Awards and you were to walk the red carpet with Tom, both of you being nominated for the best actor and best actress for your performance in Cherry.

You stood beside Tom on the red carpet as you posed for a hundred cameras and he stood close behind you. You felt his hand on the small of your back when you both were signalled for the red carpet interview, he walked beside you to a bunch of interviewers waiting on the sidelines.

As the questions kept coming and you both kept answering, it was only inevitable that the interview would ask something about you and Tom and that’s exactly what happened.

“And that was quite the red carpet entrance, you look so cute with each other!” The interviewer gushed, a huge smile on her face.

“Well, he’s quite the arm accessory,” you joked.

“I’m pretty sure the fans are dying to know if there is any possibility of you both getting together” there was a smirk on her face when she continued, “or maybe just going public with it?”

The interviewer looked at you with raised eyes and then at Tom. You opened your mouth to clear any suspicious headlines for tomorrow but just then Tom spoke up,

“You know what they say, nothing is impossible”

Your eyes widened for a second but you quickly recovered and laughed at his joke. He raised his eyebrows at you in a playful manner with a mischievous smile on his lips.

The interviewer laughed at his words and just then your publicist alerted you both to enter the building for the premier and you were thankful to be out of that situation before she could ask any more questions.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

“The fans are going to have a field day with that huh” you said, carefully removing your earrings and settling them down on the dresser.

“What?” Tom said, walking inside your hotel room.. You both have planned to maybe watch a movie after the world premiere to de-stress now that the movie was finally all wrapped up.

“I said, the fans are going to have a field day with what you said on the red carpet” you said, your hands on your hip as you eyed him, “hopefully the newspaper will talk about the actual movie tomorrow instead of just us”

“Well, you know what they say, all press is good press” Tom smiled at you, tugging at his tie as he removed his suit.

“Just like they say, nothing is impossible?” You laughed, imitating his British accent as you repeated his words from earlier.

But Tom didn’t. He turned to look at you with a serious expression, opening the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

“Is it so bad that they speculate that something is going on between us?”

“Uh” you shrugged, “no but it’s always annoying when they keep saying something that isn’t true, right”

“Will it be too bad if it was?”

You stopped in your tracks and frowned because you were confused, “what do you mean, Tom?”

“Will it be too bad if the rumours of us dating were true?”

“Silly” you giggled with a hand on your mouth, “but we’re not dating so how can—”

You stopped giggling as soon as you realised what exactly he was talking about, your face fell but it wasn’t because of fear but because of the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Yeah, I mean like that” Tom bit his lip, feeling shy under your gaze.

“Like if we were actually dating…?” You said it out loud to make it clear.

“Yes, like if we were dating” Tom nodded his head as his cheeks turned rosy.

A smile creeped up on your lips and you couldn’t help but smirk, “are you asking me out on a date?”

The smile on your face gave Tom the confidence to step forward and grab a hold on your hand as he tugged you closer to him.

“I like you” he muttered, his eyes gazed on your lips briefly, “and have for a while so would you like to go out with me?”

“Wow, this is kinda coming out of nowhere and now I feel shy” you mumbled, chin slightly nudging closer to his face.

“Just say yes, you know you want to” Tom whispered as he brushed his nose against yours, your face was extremely close to his own.

“Yes, I want to” you whispered back, barely no space left between you both as you finally gained the courage to keep your hands on either side of his face and pull him in for a brief kiss.

His lips pressed to yours and he wrapped his arms around your waist, not wanting to let go. Yes, Tom and you have kissed multiple times when shooting for movies but this was different.

This kiss felt different, his hands on you felt different, the way he was pressed up against you was different and you know he felt it too because when you pulled back, a pretty smile adored his lips and you couldn’t help but think to yourself— how did I never notice how much I love this brown doe eyed boy?

This was way longer than a blurb but when are my blurbs actually blurbs, they always turn into one shots smh, I hope you liked this :)

#loveaffaire’s 1k sleepover #tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #tom holland headcanon #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x y/n #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland fic #peter parker #peter parker one shot #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines

[carlisles-girl]

OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

#twilight x reader #twilight preferences #twilight #twilight imagine #aro volturi #aro twilight #volturi preferences #volturi kings #aro #volturi #aro volturi imagine #aro volturi x reader #aro volturi oneshot #twilight aro #volturi oneshot #volturi imagine

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Almost

AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst? 

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010: 

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities. 

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?” 

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks. 

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?” 

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera. 

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again. 

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera. 

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement. 

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!”  And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met. 

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it. 

October 7th, 2010: 

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming. 

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical. 

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready. 

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love. 

October 31st, 2010: 

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?” 

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.” 

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.” 

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.” 

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.  

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it. 

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera. 

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!” 

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.” 

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head. 

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock. 

3..

2..

1!

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.” 

May 22nd, 2011: 

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life. 

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?” 

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go? 

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away. 

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.” 

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.” 

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time. 

June 4th, 2011: 

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.” 

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away. 

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.” 

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you.  I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?” 

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better. 

#zayn mailk #zayn x reader #zayn malik fanfic #zayn malik angst #angst fanfic

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Flustered words and steamy kisses- Kate Bishop

CW:blood wounds/cuts,swearing and suggestive themes <3

summary:Kate gets a little flustered when her partner tends to her wounds ;)

a/n:hey guys :) this is my first tumblr post. I have never done anything like this so be nice

pronouns not used :)

•\\•\\•

Dating Kate bishop/the new Hawkeye was one of the best decisions you think you’ve over made in your life

she’s smart,strong,sweet and funny not to mention absolutely adorable, in fact,one of the reasons you fell for the young archer was her awkwardness.

the first time you met her you couldn’t stop the giggles falling from your lips every time she tumbled over words or tripped on thin air when you were around.

eventually Kate built up the courage to ask you out on a date even though she had to repeat it at least three times because the girl spat the question out so fast you didn’t know she was saying

“hey y/n!…uh-so if you aren’t busy tomorrow-and other day-because any other is fine obviously-uh i was gonna ask uh- ifyoumaybewannagooutonsometime-?!”

“bishop you have to stop being so reckless” you warned the black-haired girl as searched for the first aid kit in the cabinets

after you have found what you have been looking for you turn around to see kate pouting at you like a scolded toddler as you made your way over to her,this is exactly what you were afraid of happening when your girlfriend told you she has been fighting along side the one and only Clint barton.

“but i need to show Clint how brave i can be!” Kate protested before throwing her head back dramatically,you find yourself struggling to hold back a smile at her whining“how did i get so lucky” you thought to yourself

“baby,you literally kicked kingpin’s ass to save your mother with no hesitation,if that’s not brave i don’t know what is.” you chuckled

“i did kick ass his didn’t i?” she lifted her head off the arm of the couch to give you a smug smile,you also noticed a light blush on her cheeks from the pet name you gave her

“yes you did,now take off your suit.” you said with a smirk after placing a plaster on her perfectly shaped nose

Kate chocked aggressively on her spit while her green eyes widened

“wha-i-uh-sorry what?!” Kate stammered she looked at you stunned as a deep shade of red crept up her neck

“how else am i supposed to clean the cut and bruises on your stomach,my love?” you couldn’t help but tease her even further and snort when your girlfriend got even more red and began to blabber a response

“o-oh!-yeah that’s um-ok yeah i’ll just t-take it off right now”she stuttered with shaky hands the suit was half off only covering her bottom half trailing your eyes to her chest you couldn’t help but roll them when you saw wearing a purple bra

“of course you’d wear a purple bra” you giggled as you began wiping the cuts close to her hips,Kate hissed in pain and breathed heavily causing her stomach to move

“baby,you need to stay still or i can’t do it properly” you placed your free hand on her hip gripping it tightly so she doesn’t move,you heard a sharp intake of breath from Kate as she lays her head back and closes her eyes at the feeling of your strong hands on her bare skin

“s-sorry it’s just-" Kate’s sentence got cut off when you moved your hands to the bruise on her chest and the tips of your fingers skimmed her breasts

“s-shit-fuck uh are you done y-yet?" she breathed out

“not yet i just have to get one more,your doing so good for me baby just one more” you cooed gently

just when you finished and pulled away Kate whimpered at your praise making you freeze and smirk at your girlfriend

“your face is red” you tease the girl and aspect her to flush but you get an entirely different reaction from her

“shut up” she ordered before grabbing your shirt and smashed your lips together in a heavy kiss, her lips moved fast and desperately against yours

you move your face back to catch your breath but she’s pushing you on the couch and straddling your lap,her fingers running through your baby hairs

you move your hands to her thighs and squeeze them making Kate moan in your mouth,you feel her lips trail down to your before biting down

you grunt at the feeling before softly pushing back,smiling softly at her

“i love you,you big idiot”

“i love you too asshole”

#kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop smut

[neoaevis]

How Much I Love You/Hate You 3

Taglist: @ijuuy​ @brrrrrrah

Word Count:1689

Warnings: None

A/N: Aaah finally part 3 is up sorry if this is short and kinda fast paced but I wanna get into to it so yea expect part 4 is into it(the arrange marriage scene will start there proly) and I feel like the last part is really rushed but plss give me some feedback I ish need it alsoo plss chat me or ask me if you wanna be tagged.

Y/N’s POV:

The bright light of the sun hurts your eye the moment it tries to open up making you groan and stretch your arms as you were now getting up slowly from your deep slumber, you eye your room and notice the things you failed to notice the night of your arrival, your childhood room has undergone changes with example the colors that used to be in a pastel shade now in a dark shade to compliment your mature taste but you will never fail to see how all the pictures of your childhood were still on full display on the desk you used to use whenever you were studying, getting up you can’t help but smile how things change so fast the girl who was once playing around in this very room was now getting ready to enter the corporate world, you wash yourself up before coming down to the breakfast that your mom asks the maid to make every single time. The bath made you smell like a full bloom rose which is one of your personal favorites, the outfit you chose for today was the Versace mini blazer dress with a pair of black Louboutin heels and underneath is a sexy lingerie from Victoria secret, the scent you went in for today was from Giorgio Armani Sì.

As you went down everyone was in awe seeing you big smiles evident in their faces, when you were munching yourself with breakfast your mom can’t help but compliment from head to toe and tell you how much she misses you and things she plans now that you are here, her stories made you really miss her so you also told her stories about your stay in New York “Mom, did you know there was one time I was actually really drunk in this one party and when I went to class the next day with a massive hungover my shit ass professor dropped the bomb at how we have a quiz the next day because of that I had to cave myself up the whole day and review this much” you showed her your hand and she chucked at your story remembering how she was during her college days, more exchange of stories went on and that made you feel your mom’s warmth once more( well you were always close to your mom she was the only one you had growing up) the breakfast was special today not until your mom dropped a question you find odd “Honey, do you perhaps have a boyfriend or any potential husband right now?” she asks with a smile plastered on her face which makes you raise your brows “Mom, why talk about that you do remember me saying that I don’t want to get married right?” you tell her with a firm tone but she begins to sigh “You’re only saying that now Y/N, I was like that once but eventually I got married” she counters what you said but you feel frustrated “You got married and dad cheated” you tell her while eyeing her “Y/N not all men cheat, it doesn’t mean if your dad cheated all the boys cheat” she tells you to comfort you a little “Either way I have no plans on marriage, but why the sudden question mom do you perhaps plan to get remarried?” you ask her as you stand up to tuck the chair back in to leave but she replies “M-me no I prefer being single’ she said feeling flustered “ So am I mom” you tell her as you now finally make your leave to go to the company

Mark’s POV

Mark was awaken due to his alarm but truth be told he was never actually been able to sleep well ever since the day his heart got broken and maybe that’s the reason why he would drown himself from too much workload or sultry nights with different girls, as he got up he eyes his room that he never thought he would go back to because this was the room that witnessed his lovely passions to his miserable state but he knew he should not dwell into it much because he is different now, this room should no longer remind him of the girl that tore him, he should move on and be stronger to prove to her how she wronged him. Mark decided to take a shower to finally get ready for another dreadful work day, he did not really enjoy working in a corporate world rather he enjoys creating music but due to too much guilt towards his parents and how he gave up on the life he enjoyed with her he decided it was best to follow the footsteps of his parents, honestly it was hard at first but through time he learned that it was not that bad after all, today he wore a grey suit from Armani that perfectly showed his toned body.

Mark did not bother to have breakfast as it was not really his thing even though his mom insists he eats something, he was fetched by his secretary Taeil and the car ride was rather cold he did not bother to chat with Taeil like would do normally, arriving in the company he was greeted by different department heads right from the entrance and was escorted towards his office, his arrival was a gossip amongst different staffs some saying he was a “playboy”, “spoiled” ,”kind” and many different mixed opinions but one in particular has caught his attention “he got a girl pregnant before they say and the baby died” that caught him in his tracks and immediately diverting his attention towards the girl “What did you say?” he asked with anger filling his eyes making the girl feel small as she was caught red handed “N-nothing s-sir” she said stuttering “Let me just remind you, you don’t get paid to gossip you get paid to work” he said slamming the desk of the girl and immediately heading towards his office Taeil seems to catch on so he gave small apologies towards the people and then following Mark after “S-sir are you alright” he asked the moment he entered Mark’s office but Mark just signaled him to leave to which Taeil cooperated too, deep thoughts occupied Mark’s mind especially since every day he dreams of his baby that died, it always fills him with guilt how it died so soon not even given the chance to see the world.

When Mark’s father knew that he was now in his office he immediately wanted to see his son that he misses so badly, “Mark” his father exclaimed opening his door to which he smiled at “Dad” Mark replies while giving the same enthusiasm “You look great in the office son” he compliments his son to which Mark replied to with a small “Thanks” but since Mark has a meeting soon he tells his dad “I actually have a meeting in about 10 min, let’s catch up later dad” but his dad stops him as he has something really important to tell him and it’s about the most awaited event where there big announcement will be known “I actually have something important to tell you son” Mark raised an eyebrow towards his father at him being so serious suddenly “What is it dad” he asked “We are hosting a charity ball son and I need you to be present” he announced “Yes, you told me” Mark replied “But son this ball will not just be a ball but we will be merging with another company-“ but before his dad can finish his phone rings “Excuse me son” his father said but then left immediately cause he also has a important meeting, Mark just shrugged it and went on about his day as he did not really think of it as something serious.

Y/N’s POV:

You were chilling in your office when your friend Yuna barged in “Y/N,Y/N” he said with a full glee to which you chuckled at “Don’t you have a company to run” you ask her while welcoming her for a embrace, the embrace was rather long with how much you miss each other, well before coming to New York , Yuna was your best friend as you have known each other till you were in diapers “Well I do but it’s lunch time” she said with a smile on her face and a cute doe eyes, you can’t help but giggle at how adorable she is “What brings you here” you asked her while motioning her to sit while you page your secretary to bring you some tea “First of all I miss you and second of all because you are merging with the Lee family and third we need to go shopping for dresses for the ball” she said while pointing her fingers at you “W-wait what merging and what ball?” you asked her very confuse about what’s happening “Oh you don’t know?” she asked again as if she could not believe you don’t know “Well yes idk” you repeated “ Well your mom is merging your company with the company of the Lee’s” you were shocked as your mom did not even bother to tell you “Second they will be holding a charity ball to announce the merge” at this point you really don’t know anymore “When is it” you asked her to which she happily replied to “Saturday”, well it’s basically three days from now “My mom hasn’t told me about that” you tell her as you tea arrived “Thanks” you tell your secretary “Maybe she will, but at least I told you didn’t I?” she said while taking a sip of the tea. Your Mom did indeed tell you within the day that there will be a ball that you need to attend to and it’s with the Lee’s who she wants to merge with, the whole situation made you feel like you are in a very fast paced world because it’s just your first day in Korea yet there are too many surprises that awaits you.

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Your sister is who? (USWNT X Swift!Reader)

Hey Dudes, this is my first USWNT imagine. I’m considering writing more one shots from this universe but I haven’t decided yet. I’m totally open to requests and suggestions of things that you guys would like to see! All mistakes are 100% my own, and I hope you enjoy! Also reader is the baby of the team.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You loved your family more than anything in the world, but that didn’t mean that you always loved your last name. You had never been the most outgoing person in your 17 years on earth, but you had honestly never needed to be. The only part of you that most people were interested in was your last name, so you had learned to fade into the background and let your older sister work her social butterfly magic. Unless you were on the Soccer Pitch. That was your happy place. Who you were didn’t matter. You were only judged on your ability to get around the defenders and bury the ball into the net, which was something that you excelled at if you did say so yourself. The pitch was the only place in the world where you were more than simply Taylor Swift’s little sister, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Maybe that was why you had introduced yourself to the USWNT as simply Y/n, conveniently forgetting to add the Swift to the end. Maybe that was why you hadn’t told them who the Tay that you were texting all the time was. Maybe that was why you were so closed off anytime they had asked about your family in the past 2 months you had been on the team. Maybe that was why you were dreading the team bonding activity for the night so much. You didn’t like truth or dare to begin with, and the fact that your teammates were determined to get you to open up to them did nothing to ease the anxiety you were feeling as you sat between your self-declared team moms Alex and Kelley.

“I think I win that one” Lindsey smiled as she took a bow after finishing Sonnett’s dare. “But who should go next?” She hummed, sitting down and tapping her fingers to her chin.

“Well, the rookie hasn’t gone yet?” Megan Hummed back, smirking in your direction, laughing as you leaned a little closer to Alex, who wrapped her arm a little tighter around you.

“Ah yes, the rookie,” Lindsey smirked back. “Truth or dare rookie?” She asked, and you shrunk back a little further as you felt the eyes of the rest of the team land on you.

“Um, dare I guess?” You asked back unsure. So far, the truths had been really personal and uncomfortable questions that you had no desire to answer. At least with a dare, they couldn’t get you to reveal too much personal information.

“Brave choice kid” Ashlyn smirked, as Lindsey leaned in to listen to whatever Sonnett was whispering in her ear. The evil smile that crossed Lindsey’s face meant that whatever Emily had suggested was probably something that you really wouldn’t enjoy.

“Ok little striker, I dare you to give me free rein over your phone for 3 minutes,” Lindsey said with a chuckle. Alex immediately noticed how you tensed in her arms, your eyes growing comically wide with the implications of handing over your personal device.

“Um, that seems a little invasive don’t ya think?” You asked back quietly, praying to god that you would be able to get out of this.

“What if we set some ground rules, so nothing too bad happens?” Alex glared at where Emily and Lindsey were grinning triumphantly, rubbing your back. Those two hadn’t understood why you were so guarded, but then again neither of them was as shy as you were. They had been determined to get to know you, no matter how evasive you were. You huffed but nodded into her shoulder.

“You can go on messenger and photos, but not my social media.” You said back firmly, attempting to compromise with the women who were grinning like Cheshire cats. You were just glad that you had decided to use nicknames for all your contacts, at least they wouldn’t know who they were talking too. And your photos pretty much consisted of landscapes you had seen during each stop of your sister’s tours. You had never liked people, but you loved nature so that was what you filled your phone up with.

“Include the facetime app, we get five minutes and you have a deal.” Lindsey smiled, sticking her hand out for the phone. You huffed again, causing several of the girls to coo at how cute you looked, and handed over the desired device. Kelley laughed and pulled her own phone out to act as the timer.

You watched with worried eyes as most of the team got up to crowd around your device and Lindsey began to thumb through your phone. You glanced at the clock, praying that the time would tick by faster and that they wouldn’t find something that you didn’t want them to.

“You’re no fun kid,” Megan mumbled as she watched Lindsey scroll through the crazy names that adorned your contact list.

“Alright, Who’s Tay?” Lindsey asked after 30 seconds of scrolling, glancing over to you.

“It’s Taylor” You groaned.

“Who’s Taylor?” Emily asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“No, one” You responded far too quickly, your cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

“So you tell no one that you love them all the time?” Megan hummed disbelieving as you tried to hide even further into Alex’s neck, and Kelley’s hand began to rub comforting circles on your back.

“Just tell us who he is, and we’ll leave you alone” Mal laughed at your discomfort, the memories of her rookie year still very fresh in her mind.

“It’s not a he. It’s my sister.” You said quietly. The room went silent at the admission, the eyebrows of your teammates furrowing. Some not understanding why having a sister named Taylor was such a big deal, and other’s trying to figure out why you had been so reluctant to give up such a small piece of information.

“Wait. The name on your uniform is Swift.” Someone said, breaking the tension in the room. You nodded slowly, whining as Alex attempted to remove you from your hiding spot.

“So that means that Taylor is Taylor Swift. As in The Taylor Swift” Emily nearly yelled back. Your Y/E/C orbs peaked out of Alex’s neck to meet the wide eyes of your teammates as you sent them yet another small nod.

“There’s no fucking way dude.” Lindsey snorted, shooting you a disbelieving look, causing you to laugh.

“Well, there is a way cause I exist so…” You shrugged, sending her a shy smile, as several indistinguishable questions were thrown your way from your shocked teammates.

“I’m going to call her to prove it.” She said, glancing back towards your phone, and you sucked in a deep breath.

“She’s probably in a meeting or something” you mumbled, returning to your hiding spot. You hadn’t intended this. Your phone rang out with telltale sounds of a facetime call, and your heart speeding up at the sound that signaled that someone had picked up.

“Hey kiddo, everything alright?” Taylors concerned voice filled the room, and the team gasped.

“Holy Shit you’re actually The Taylor Swift,” Emily said shocked, her mouth hanging open.

“Guilty as charged, and you must be The Emily Sonnett?” Your sister giggled, as Lindsey reached over and closed Emily’s mouth.

“You know who I am. How do you know who I am?” Emily began to fangirl, flapping her arms excitedly as the room burst into laughter.

“Y/n talks about you guys all the time. Speaking of Y/N/N, where is she?” Taylor questioned, concern leaking into her voice. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the women, but Y/n wasn’t one to introduce people to her. Her little sister was a shy, smol bean, and just the fact that she hadn’t seen her yet was causing her a little anxiety. They had always been close, and Taylor would be dammed if her little sister got hurt.

“Over there hiding in Alex’s neck” Lindsey laughed back, flipping the camera to show you sitting on Alex’s lap, curled into her neck. She sighed in relief, glad that you seemed to be connecting with someone other than her, as that was never one of your strong suits.

“Hey Tay,” Alex smiled, waving as the offending phone was passed to her. The Y/E/C eyed girl peeking out to smile at her older sister. Taylor smiled back and chatted for a few minutes with Alex before she needed to go. Y/n said her goodbyes and hung up, pointedly avoiding the questioning eyes of her teammates.

“So you talk about Sonnett, do you talk about me?” Lindsey asked, wiggling her eyebrows, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from turning impossibly redder.

“Um…” You stalled, unable to form the right words. The truth was that you might have a small, well not so small, crush on a certain defender. It was kinda hard when she was a literal ball of sunshine all of the time, and your sister had given you great advice so far. The problem was that you were too much of a wus to do anything about it, and you were utterly convinced that the age difference left you with a 0% chance.

“Leave her alone guys,” Alex said sternly, tightening her arm around you and leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Why didn’t you tell me that I knew your sister?” She said quietly, rocking you back and forth.

You sighed. “Cause I wanted you guys to know me for my soccer skills and not who my family is.” You responded equally as quietly as if talking any louder would break you.

“Trust me, kid, we know all about your soccer skills” Tobin laughed, causing you to smile. You may or may not have nutmegged the nutmeg queen during practice, several times.

“But why would you hide?” Christen asked gently, moving towards you and Alex.

“People hear the name Swift and it’s like I don’t even exist. I mean, I’ve met all of you guys before and none of you even remember that. I mean I love Taylor, but soccer is my thing and I wanted it to stay that way.” You murmured, ashamed. You loved Taylor and you were incredibly proud of her, but for just this once you wanted to be known for who you are and not who your sister was.  

“You’ve met us before?” Kelley said in disbelief. How had they met you and not remembered it? Sure, you were a little shy, but you were incredibly sweet and adorable. Plus she was convinced that you would be hilarious once they got you to come out of your shell.

“When she invited you on the stage during the 1989 Tour. She did it because I was such a huge fan of you guys.” You answered back, staring down at your hands. She had felt guilty about missing your U20 championship match and had invited the team on stage to make up for it. You had been so excited, but you had once again faded into the background the moment your sister was in the room. She had tried to put you front and center, but you had been so nervous that words had been nearly impossible.

“That’s why she traded us tour merch for our signed jersey’s” Tobin put the pieces together, vividly remembering trading her jersey for a signed sweatshirt.

“Yep,” You said back, popping the p, and smiling at them.

“and you met us? Why don’t I remember that?” Megan cut back in, trying to remember that night. She remembered Taylor and going on stage, but where had you been? There was no way she would have intentionally ignored you.

“Because Taylor was there and I’m just her little sister.” You shrugged, used to the fact that Taylor cast a huge shadow, one you typically didn’t mind hiding in.

“Well, I can promise you one thing. You Y/n Swift are so much more than just Taylor’s little sister” Alex said with finality. Squeezing you tight.

“Yeah dude, you put Sonnett on her Ass during practice” Tobin laughed, as Emily pouted. It was true. Emily had been assigned to mark you, which had proven to be a very difficult task. It had taken both her and Becky to finally shut down your goal-scoring abilities.

“And got 3 goals, past Uncle.” Becky added, smiling at you, as you cuddled further into your team “mom”.

“You, my dear, are a fantastic striker, and every time you step onto the pitch you show the world that you’re on the team because you’re amazing and not because of who you’re related to,” Megan said, cooing at how adorable you were. Not that she would ever say it out loud, as they had learned early on that you hated being called adorable.

“And you guys don’t hate me for not telling you?” You asked quietly, glancing up at the 22 other women carefully watching you.

“We could never hate you kid,” Kelley grinned, bumping you with her shoulder.

“Now how bout you tell us what it’s like to The Taylor Swift as a sister?” Ali smirked at you. She was one of the few that knew exactly who you were from the first moment you had walked into camp.

“Well, her fans are crazy.” You laughed, your shoulder’s relaxing, reassured that you were so much more than just a Swift. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you couldn’t wait to show the world what you were made of.

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[sekceesimps]

A Rose Made of Chains Ch 5

a/n Hey Simps! Very very sorry about the delay between 4 and 5. School actually sucks and makes me cry every night so I haven’t had time to write. Hopefully I can get 6 and 7 out within this week. Very sorry once again. 

sincerely, Coffee 🥵

Part 1:   teaser,    Ch 1,     Ch 2,     Ch 3  

Part 2:  teaser,   Ch 4,  Ch 6,   Ch 7

A soulmate AU chapter fic of Kurapika (Aged Up) and Reader who was kidnapped by the Phantom Troupe

You had remained meekly in your room desperately trying to think of a plan. You had to not only find a way to get into the hunter museum showing, but also somehow take the blade from a secure holding area. You wanted to curl up and die. No one said anything about the repercussions of failing, but you knew from Machi’s words that if you did fail you would probably be thrown back to where you were. The thought of being killed crossed your mind, but you weren’t exactly keen on dying anytime soon. You had just gotten a taste of freedom, you were not eager to lose it easily. The knowledge that you could keep the little privileges you had is what thrust you into developing the complex strategy to retrieve the spider’s desired blade. 

When your pink haired partner came into your room, you had finally prepared your plan.

“Hey, are you ready,” she asked as she plopped down beside you on the bed.           

You nod simply and begin with asking her about her nen ability. You were reluctant to tell her about your own, but you wanted to know what you would have to work with. She went into a little detail about her nen stitches but you had gotten a good idea of their use. 

The prospect of using her nen to harm others left a vile taste in your mouth, but you simply ignored it. Silently vowing to not hurt or let her hurt anyone on this mission. You informed her of your plans. You would be using your manipulation of the shadows to cloak yourselves when entering the museum crawling with hunters. From there the two of you should be able to blend in and grab the blade as long as you two kept collected appearances. If worse came to worst then you would have to hope that you two could fight your way out. 

The true nature of your nen is something you barely touched on in your spiel, hoping to keep what little privacy you had to yourself. She agreed to the plan and the two of you set out on your journey.

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The drive to the museum had been fun. Your partner was a carefree person as she drove the two of you towards the mission. She had cracked jokes, making fun of the different troupe members you had met. Her demeanor was lighthearted and you couldn’t help but look at her and admire how attractive she was. Which is why it surprised you so much when she started flirting with you. In all honesty, you don’t consider yourself hot or someone desirable. All you can do is smile and flush red when she comments about how adorable your laugh is and how stunning you are. You decided that you felt almost comfortable with her. This ride solidified your admiration and attraction to her. You almost forgot that you were being held hostage and fighting for your life.

Coming to your destination felt quick, so when she parked the car you immediately perked up and felt ready. Your plans were now coming to fruition and you were eager to prove yourself. As you prepared to exit the sleek car, Machi had pulled you back by tugging at your shirt. 

“Whoa there, Y/N. Where do you think you’re going dressed like that. We’re going to a fancy gallery you can’t go in like that. As stunning as you are, this is a black tie event,” she paused and smiled at your blushing face. 

“I may have forgotten about that tiny detail,” you mumbled out, embarrassed. 

“I anticipated that, which is why I brought outfits for us,” she continued. Great move, Y/N, already failing and you’ve barely even started. You grin sheepishly as she reaches into the back and pulls out a bag. “You can change in the bathroom over there. I’ll get ready here.” 

You unzip the bag and look at the outfit she had chosen for you. It was a F/C gown/suit (whichever you’d like more) that complimented every feature of yours. The fabric was soft and breathable, you were truly amazed at it’s craftsmanship. Noticing your awe, she smiled with pride at her foresight of picking that out for you. You grab it and quickly dart towards the bathroom in the area she had parked. 

When you had come back to the car moments later in that stunning outfit it made Machi’s jaw drop. She wasn’t one that really showed much emotion, but goddamn your gorgeous body being accentuated by that outfit stunned her. If you weren’t already claimed by Chrollo she might have made a move on you at that moment. 

“Holy shit, Y/N. You look amazing in that. You’d look great in less, but hey I’m not complaining.” she couldn’t help praising you. You were just too good looking to not appreciate. If Chrollo wasn’t here to appreciate you, the least she could do was do it for him. Your face flushing pink never failed to make her elated. Yes, she could clearly see now why he wanted you as his own. 

“Thanks! You look great too, Machi,” you reply. Trying to hide how your eyes analyzed her own champagne shaded dress and how it clung to her in all the right ways. “Let’s go!” you announce as you let your aura increase and surround you. 

She analyzed your steady moves as you let the lack of light in the empty parking lot encase the two of you. “As long as you stay right next to me and use zetsu, we should both be undetectable. To everyone else, we just seem like a background.” you informed her, “don’t touch anyone and we should be alright,” she nods and presses herself closer to you. A little unnecessarily close but she smelled nice so you allowed it. 

Surprisingly, you had kept up your aura and shadow manipulation all the way into the museum. It was exciting to pass by pro-hunters, close enough to touch if they reached out, with them being blissfully unaware of your presence. When you two had reached a point that was semi-empty, you released your aura and let the two of you be seen again. You had told her that all she was meant to do now was stay with everyone and make sure that the guards were not close to you as you went into the backroom and took the knife using your nen again. In all honesty, you knew this mission could have been done with just you. It suited your abilities perfectly, pure stealth. However, you were also aware that they didn’t trust you and needed someone to babysit. Fair, if you were being honest. You still felt quite drained and tired after only using a small amount of your power. As the two of you parted ways, you drifted into the sea of people and made your way to the storage room with the exhibits. 

Getting the blade was a piece of cake. You put up your shadows, slipped behind the guards, and then bypassed the small security around the knife. It was a simple looking item but you could sense the aura around it from the entrance of the building. You tucked it neatly into your outfit and left as easily as you had come. 

As you made your way back into the crowd, the thought of creeping out unnoticed kept nagging at you. After being in the base for so long, you knew the chance of escape was slim to none. Out here though, it was only one troupe member, and she seemed like she liked you well enough to trust you if you took a few extra minutes retrieving the blade. Your mind was screaming to just go while you could. A part of you was tugging you and making your heartache as if it was missing something big. The logical part of you also knew that they probably already knew what you were thinking and already took precautions against it. As nice as Machi was to you, you knew that she wouldn’t hesitate in taking you back by force. Then the punishment would be severe and you’d be in so much pain again. So you push down your aching heart and soul and push past people to look for your spider friend. 

You had found her by the bar and stirring a drink. She smiled at seeing you back. If she was being honest, she thought that you would run and she’d have to hunt you down like what Chrollo had told her to do. She was glad. This meant that you were settling in nicely. You hardly protest as she lightly grips your arm and wraps her own around your waist, as she leads you out of the museum, just as they were beginning to bring the artifacts out. Right in the nick of time. 

“Nice job! You’re going to make a great addition. Get some rest, you look tired,” she announces when you make your way back to the vehicle. You nod in agreement as you pull out the knife and put it in the seat next to you. With a final exhale of exhaustion you passed out in the back of the car as Machi drove you two back to the base. 

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She had nudged you awake and pushed you back into the hideout, allowing you a few moments to orient yourself and walk in. You carry yourself slightly more relaxed now. Of course, you weren’t at complete ease in a den of killers, but you were certain that they wouldn’t get rid of you tonight. Machi had told you that you could go back to your room and eat dinner as she took the knife and brought it to the troupe’s meeting. She had informed you that you were excused from it. 

You were glad at her forwardness. Being around two to three of these people at a time was fine, but the thought of being around the entirety of the spider made you shake in your shoes. As you sulked your way back to your room, thoughts of these people swam in your mind, drowning out any glimpse of a time before them, a time of true comfort. 

You had hardly realized that you had already made it into your room and into the shower of your private bathroom. You hardly remember sitting in the shower and letting the steaming hot water run over your body and wash away all the memories of what had just happened. It was a good warmth that let you forget what your future here would be like. When the water had started to make your skin prune and wrinkle, you decided that it was time to get out, as you turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a towel, and made your way back to the bed. 

It was surprising how you had gotten different styles of clothes placed into your drawers. Some shirts looked far too big, while others looked tiny. It was quite obvious that someone had just grabbed one of everything from the store and called it a day. Quite frankly, you didn’t mind as you grabbed a hoodie in your size and pulled it over your head. 

You lost track of time as you sort of just laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. You made sure to count and memorize every bump on it, a small sliver of satisfaction from the pure boredom nagging at your mind. The window allowed you to look at the landscape outside. Granted it was dark, but you could make out trees and greenery, nothing to tell you where you were though. You briefly entertained the idea of breaking the window and running into the forestry outside. 

The loud knocks at the door sharply broke you away from your brief thoughts of escape, as if a sign of fate telling you that it would be unsuccessful. For whatever reason, thinking of escape created painful shocks that numbed your brain. You sighed and got up, cracking open the door for whoever was interrupting you. 

He was standing there in the most casual way. He was still wearing the strange outfit from this morning, but his entire demeanor was different. It was friendly and lax, paired with a gleaming smile you couldn’t help but blush.  

“May I come in?” he asked politely. Ever the gentlemen. 

“Of course,” you respond and open the door wider for him to enter, giving him a smile in return.

It was unbeknownst to you how much he truly enjoyed seeing you smile. As he made his way into your room, you slyly take in his appearance now that he was in the better lighting of your room. He was so incredibly attractive. His hair was no longer slicked back, but looked more natural and loose, it meshed well with the eased look in his gray eyes. You realized that you hadn’t noticed the tattoo on his forehead before. You felt small in comparison to his striking beauty and powerful aura. His leaner physical appearance may have only been around 5’10”, but it felt as if he was so much greater. Come to think of it, why were all of the members that you had seen so far so attractive. Was being hot a requirement to be a spider? Why did they choose you then?

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed that you were sitting beside Chrollo on your plush bed. He had pulled you out of your train of thought by asking you how you felt. 

“Hmm, fine, I guess,” you hummed at him. Unconsciously leaning towards him. You were beginning to feel how taxing using your nen ability had been. 

He must have taken note of this as he let you lean onto him, before wrapping his arms around you and laying down, with you laying half awake as the little spoon. You felt a little self conscious at his arms that were enfolding your waist and his hands laying on your stomach, your aura had started coming across as more anxious now. 

Quickly noticing this shift in mood, he let go and moved his arms up towards your shoulders, resting his hands around the crook of your neck. This was more bearable for you, you decided. You broke the calm silence first. 

“Chrollo,” you began quietly, almost hoping that he wouldn't hear you, “can we cuddle?” You felt stupid after asking such a ridiculous request. Why did you think asking the head of the spider to cuddle with you was smart. Now your only form of comfort here would leave. I’m such a dumbass you continued admonishing yourself. 

However, to your surprise he let out a low chuckle. God, his voice was so hot. “Of course, love”, he replied suavely and pulled you as close to himself as possible. “I’m so glad that you passed,” he continued murmuring sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. You found yourself turning around and facing him, nuzzling your face into his chest. This was… pleasant. It felt so familiar, but then again thinking of anything before being in that room with the man named Feitan made your stomach toss and turn. You ignored the passing feeling, trying to avoid any of the flashes of pain that you associated with trying to remember. 

“If you want, I can introduce you to the rest of the spiders tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. You only hum in response and bury your face into Chrollo’s chest again. He was so warm and his steady breaths with his calming heartbeat lull you easily to rest. As you fall deeper into the arms of peaceful sleep, images of a blonde who held you in the same position flashed by. 

a/n I’m kind of in love with Machi if you couldn’t tell 💀. Just to clear up some confusion, the reader is unaware that Chrollo and the Phantom Troupe massacred the Kurta Clan. This is a piece of information that Kurapika hadn’t revealed to her before she was taken. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it, please leave us some feedback! 

~I’ve also never written a scene like this before, so I hope it was ok~

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Favorite Costumes (3/?)

-Bridgerton

Daphne’s Wedding Dress

-This dress has the most beautiful embroidery silk!! The silhouette is great, the bust line thankfully doesn’t cut through the chest, and the airiness is very regency. The long gloves and tiara accompany the dress perfectly.

Some of my other favorite Daphne looks are her light beige dress with black velvet details. The sash and hair bow are really what makes this look for me. Her white dress with embroidered purple flowers is exquisite! I wish we got to see more of it. My favorite thing about this powder blue look is the sheer gloves, going with sheer gloves for this show was a smart move, they’re so much more airy and delicate. The last looks accessories are so so pretty! The long satin gloves and baby blue velvet sash are gorgeous. The little details are what I love most about the costuming in Bridgerton.

My favorite costuming choice in Bridgerton is all of Anthony’s blue velvet, it’s so magnificent.

I very much appreciate Francesca and Eloise for their day wear. I think the long sleeve dresses with vests over are a cute nod to the Spencer jackets of the Regency era.

Some of my favorite looks from the boys, I love all the color choices and textures in their costumes. I especially like Benedict’s costumes, the different shades and colors combinations help show his artistic side. Also who doesn’t love an open poet blouse look? The rich reds Simon wears are definitely swoon worthy. And finally an honorable mention goes to Gregory and his little suits, c’mon, so adorable.

I can’t wait to see what they do for the next season 💙

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