#their outfits are so coffee shop core

[valiant-sun]

coffee date

#idolish7 #re:vale #yukimomo #my art #their outfits are so coffee shop core #idk what that means #it just makes sense to me

[andersonlore]

❝ TATTOO ARTIST!ELLIE ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !

♱

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, fem!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, switch!reader, switch!ellie, tbh loser!coded ellie, scissoring, ellie being soft and cute and love struck, tattoo artist!ellie, mentions of oral.

RAY RAMBLES ✶ i'm still feeling out writing for ellie, so be nice to me pls, this is the first thing i've posted for her. if not, i won't write for her again jk but seriously dont be mean to me

tattoo artist!ellie who you meet due to her forgetfulness. her black, leathered notebook gets left behind when she meets a friend at a local coffee shop. there’s a business card of a tattoo shop and you decide to take your chances with it and call the number. thankfully, it pans out to be the owner’s notebook. she, ellie, has apparently been tearing apart her apartment trying to find it. her voice floods all over as she whispers thank you just shy of a thousand times, her grateful pleas drip like honey all over you, sweetening you right through your core.

tattoo artist!ellie who is stunned from the first sight of you. the outfit you have on isn’t anything special, out of the ordinary, not it really isn’t but she can’t help the way her eyes wonder over. you have some tattoos which are visible, adding to the draw she feels towards you. soft shoulders are exposed in the strapless top you’re wearing, but your pants are bagging, hanging lowly at your hips, exposing a sliver of your lower stomach to her green, greedy eyes. a new, sultry and velvet, voice speaks her name and ellie knows she’ll do anything and everything to hear it again.

tattoo artist!ellie who gladly walks up to you, accepting the her notebook, desperately attempting not to fixate on the tingle spreading in her heart when she feels your soft finger slightly rub against the tip of her thumb. your sharp, gorgeous eyes look ellie once over before you offer her a smile, blinding ellie to any logical sensibility. do you like her? are you pleased? do you think she’s pretty too? is your heart beating or your fucking chest? are you having trouble breathing like she is?

tattoo artist!ellie who begins to blush profusely as you compliment her tattoos on her exposed bicep with the muscle tank she’s wearing. ellie doesn’t think it’s anything more than you being nice, returning the compliment you gave her, but then you’re touching her. nails painted with black nail polish, shiny but chipped, accentuate the line work. ellie wants to faint. jesse is sitting at the stool on the front counter and lets out a small chirp of a giggle, ellie thinks about punching him in the gut, but it means she would have to walk away from you so she opts out.

tattoo artist!ellie who does something out of the ordinary for her, offers for you to come by next week, saying you’ll tattoo her for a discounted price, something she would never agree to if you weren’t so hot, god if you don’t like her she thinks she’ll puke. but you agree, with your touch still on her slim, but defined bicep. the smirk you’re sporting makes the auburn haired girl nearly faint. evidently, you know just how to pull on her strings. you step in closer to her frame, kissing her sweetly on the cheek and she’s just as soft as you imagined. i’ll definitely take you up on your offer, els. see you next week.

tattoo artist!ellie who is paying close attention as she starts the line work. you came in wanting it down on your back, so ellie focused her attention on preparing the ink when while you situated yourself. by the time ellie had turned around, you were shirtless the side of your breasts exposed as she began. mentally, trying to convince herself she capable of being professional and not thinking about your tits in her mouth. the longer it went on, the more you talked, and the bigger ellie’s crush became.

tattoo artist!ellie who sports a sheepish smile when you start asking her about her life, how she became a tattoo artist, how long she’d be doing it, what were her least favorite designs to do. you ask about twenty question before the one you really want to ask.

“so, no girlfriend?” you wished you could see her, try to gage her reaction, her facial expressions, a smile or a grime? was she looking at you like she wants to eat you alive?

“no, but why not ask me if you have a boyfriend?”

“you’re not the type. am i wrong?”

all ellie does is smirk, shaking her head and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth obnoxiously, yeah she’s not the type.

tattoo artist!ellie who finished but not without difficulty. you love to talk, usually ellie would find it irritating when she’s trying to focus but on you it’s cute. she asks if you want to see it, and you simply agree. you turn your back to the mirror, your chest fully exposed and ellie looks anywhere but or tries to. she focuses on your angel sent smile and the look of glee as you admit how much you love it to ellie. or els, she tries not be too excited about how happy you are about it.

tattoo artist!ellie who isn’t sure how it happened, how you’re even into her, but she says enough of the right things to get you into her car and back to her apartment. you’re pushing her against the door pressed against her sinfully, peppering playful bites as ellie fishes for her keys. you follow her into her home, her tongue pleading for dominance over hers and she really doesn’t put much of fight.

tattoo artist!ellie who moans as you sit your cunt on top of hers. it’s delicious the way you have her putty in your hand from the initial grind. your clit catching with hers, her strong hands finding your hips, thumb with a bruising pressure, as pause. ellie is going to ask what’s wrong but before she can, you’re spitting on her cunt, a string of saliva, your perfectly wet concoction, halts as it travels down her labia and your sinking slick first, moaning out a soft oh, fuck, els you feel perfect.

tattoo artist!ellie who loves to watching your tits bounce for her as you slowly pick up the pace, the tattoo on your sternum perfectly placed between them only fuels the stickiness between ellie’s thighs. she lets you create the pace, control her to your liking.

“do you like to be, uh oh- fuck, choked?” you ask as feel yourself lost it, the smacking of your slick combined with her spurring you on.

ellie grabs your hand, placing your delicate fingers along her delightful throat, “what do you think, babygirl?”

tattoo artist!ellie who is quite literally getting off on getting choked by you. the light pressure on her neck, combined with you rubbing against her pussy hips falling over her again and against has her clit throbbing. you’re so painfully hot it, claiming her, riding her pussy, whimpering out els els els, make me cum, please baby, i’m right there. yeah? are you there with me, baby?

tattoo artist!ellie who comes right along with you. she swears she sees the creator from above for a moment, flashes of white cloud her vision as you continue to fuck her, pulling every last drop until it’s spilling over your cunt, it’s not until then are you satisfied. you collapse on her, your breasts softly smashed against her own, a whine leaving your lips, hot breath on ellie’s ear nearly makes her buck up back into you.

“c’mon, get this pretty ass up and arched. have to taste this pretty pussy before it kills me not to.” ellie whispers but the two of you know it’s not a request, it’s a command. happily, you obey.

#IM FINALLY POSTING FOR ELLIE AHHHHH #also two posts in one day? im on a roll <3 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x poc reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #tlou x reader

[fauustic]

aa hello!! could I request a miguel x enby reader in any way??

the genre really doesn't matter but maybe a little fluff?

for an idea i was thinking the reader works as a florist and miguel knows them meeting them as spiderman. he begins taking a liking to them so he comes to the shop often getting flowers or small bouquets, but each flower means love or care, or notice me? (I'm thinking it would be really adorable if he just, late night studied floriagraphy for them) in the flower language, and they start taking notice to it, and eventually ask him?? idk this is silly but if you wanna write it!!

I hope you have a lovely day!!

(( stares at the miguel gifs i've used so far with a longing gaze... i only have so many left ..

i really hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for your request! it was super sweet. ))

nonbinary reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

fluff. like pure fluff. its literally just miguel pining after a little silly florist.

warnings: literally none except the use of some language. possible use of incorrect spanish because i'm learning so i have help of a translator in some parts :) let me know if i can fix anything!

word count: 3742

The smell of all kinds of flowers flooded your senses as the floral shop's door opened with a little chime, a beautiful melody that brightens every beginning of your shift. The shop that has become the core of your life was nothing too fancy, hidden away in a cozy little alleyway accompanied by a coffee shop and another restaurant– a safe space along the bustling city. 

Your identity wasn’t something that you mentioned often, but with the support of your coworkers you couldn’t help but express yourself easier. Being able to incorporate outfits of all kinds in your daily life without much more than a stare, some days you’d adorn a long skirt and a tank top, finished off with a floral-patterned apron to keep yourself tidy. Other days, you didn’t exactly confine yourself with a particular style because you were just you. As free and as happy as ever.

That was one of the many things you loved about the city you found yourself in. The growth and ability to thrive in Nueva York was a symbol of diversity, no matter who you were or where you had come from. It was different back home, so the newfound independence pushed you to be more talkative and approachable because you didn’t need to worry about others' thoughts. Labels and identities were celebrated in the cultures you intertwined with.

So when you found out you aligned with the embodiment of being nonbinary, you snatched it up like a piece of treasure and hadn’t looked back at who you were once before.

The love you had for flowers was immeasurable, somehow finding ways to include floral in your outfits no matter what you were wearing. A lovely white magnolia, fresh and healthy, found shelter in the secure pocket of your apron. Another flower was tucked upon the sunhat you adorned, a light pink peony settled right within the ribbon.

The alley your store took home in held a usual quiet atmosphere soothed by the comforting ambience of bird chirping due to housing a small little section for trees scattered about the alleyway. It reminded you of where your love for nature first began. Yet as you misted a bundle of Irises blooming upon a full window-sill, doused in a beautiful sunny haze, the tranquillity washing over you was unfortunately interrupted when a cat bumped against the shop’s window closest to you. It was loud, shaking the Irisies you just tended to.

Jumping from the sudden chaos happening outside your floristry, you couldn’t help but rush out the door with the watering pot still in hand. Did you need to get involved? You couldn't help but wonder to yourself when you noticed the little feline looked as if it was running away from something, but before you could intervene the answer dived past you on all fours, claw marks left in its wake. The figure, you have recognized from the news, was the talk of the city– broadcasts nicknaming the hero “Spiderman.” But what was he doing trying to grab one little kitty with the intensity of a predator? Surely Nueva York had more crime than that.

Entertaining the idea of watching such a well-respected hero having difficulty catching a feline, you played it off as if you were watering the flowers that decorate your shop– but in reality you just wanted to have a good laugh at seeing the man who has made criminals beg on their knees for forgiveness speak to the cat in desperation.

Funnily enough, the cat did climb one of the many large trees planted around your shop, and even if it was a bit hard to hear from the distance, this Spiderman guy wouldn’t stop trying to call for it to come down.

“Come ‘ere, gatito.” He shouted towards the cat at the tree’s base, his claws digging into the bark as if he was contemplating scaling the tree himself. “If I don’t bring you back with me, you will have to give up treats for the rest of your life. You don’t want that, do you?” His next step was to “psspspssp,” which just came out as a weird hiss. The cat only hissed back, which only fueled his discontentment even more. Without another moment to spare, Spiderman scaled the tree in two leaps, plucking the cat from the branches with a cautious hold. When he landed on the ground, he caught you staring a little too hard.

But the scene was just too hilarious, having to stifle a hearty giggle with the back of your hand as you noticed he was walking straight towards your shop. But luck wasn’t on your side today, as he stood right behind you. The window mirrored how he was holding the cat the same way as before, held like a little baby with its arms reaching out to you. You only laughed harder, crumbling to your knees as water splashed at your boots from the watering can. He didn’t dare to utter another word, obviously finding amusement in your little laughing fit over something so stupid.

“Did you get it out of your system, jardinero?” It was no doubt he was smirking under his mouth as he loomed over your laughing form. A ruffled meow followed his question, which only made you double down on your giggles. “Oh my god– I can’t breathe. Holy shit–” You cried out, rolling on the side to only have a flurry of Wisterias cloud your vision. 

“Who knew the biggest baddest hero that Nueva has, could barely even catch a little animal?” You cackled into the air, which instantly made him defensive. 

“I did not have a difficult time with this little pest, he’s as agile as a Roomba.” His tone was flat, if not a bit irritated. If you didn’t notice the soft chuckles escaping him softly, you would have thought he was genuinely bothered. Spiderman scooped up the cat in a more comfortable position, belly facing the both of you as the cat’s back lied against his arms. “Lo que sea–” He muttered through his mask, shaking his head in disbelief. After a short pause, it's clear he had nothing else left to say. “That’s enough entertainment for you today.” It was clear he was done once he spun on his heel, cat in arms and not even sparing a wave.

Something overcame you, as you called out to him. Maybe you were just as stricken as all his other fans, but as he paused with an awaited glance– you rushed through the waves of color in your floral shop before stopping to a bundle of crimson petals. Plucking a single bloom, you rushed out your store in a flustered mess so he wouldn’t have to wait long. 

There wasn’t much to his suit, so there was no way you could easily position it in a way the flower couldn’t fall. So you just settled with putting it against the cat’s ear, the feline wearing it without a care.

You sighed, smoothing out your apron in nervous relief. This was an eventful start to your day, to say the very least. But Spiderman didn’t move from where he moved despite being eager to leave just a moment ago. Instead, his attention was fixated at the bloom in his grasp.

“It’s an Amaryllis. Truly a beautiful one, right?” Your tone shifted, excitement lacing your voice at the opportunity to explain a flower to a stranger– let alone someone that is apparently a huge deal.

“... What does it mean?” When your attention snapped to his masked face, you weren’t able to distinguish his wonderstruck expression. You gladly took the chance to ramble about what you knew about the flower, and explain the exact reason why you chose it. 

“Amaryllis have multiple kinds of meanings you see– every flower does– but they’ve always been a symbol of hard-earned success due to its representation of determination and pride. I thought it was fitting because I was able to watch you in action, and you deserve a reward for your civic duties.” You couldn’t help but include some form of humor in your sprinkles of a compliment, but the truth was there. No matter what he had to do under the mask, he deserved to be reminded that his successful missions help so many people. It may have not been your cat, but you were happy that someone will now return back home to their fluffy companion. “And the scarlet coloring of its petals kinda matches your suit, so in a way it kind of reminds me of you.” The masked man in front of you was completely silent, until the gloved hand meeting his shoulder shook him from his daze. “Good work, Spiderman. Can’t wait what next animal you’re going to save,” The spell you unknowingly put him under was slapped away in an instant at the little jab.

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips before he could turn away, which only encouraged your teasing more. He waved behind his back, keeping his focus on what’s in front of him. “What will it be, a giraffe? Maybe a walrus–” Spiderman was gone by the time you sputtered the second animal, leaping away with an iron grip on the feline to a nearby building rooftop.

“What about something cool like a whale shark? Now that’d be something to read online..” You mumbled to yourself, brushing off your apron one last time before clutching your trusty watering pail and beginning your duties for the day.

Which is how Miguel O’Hara found himself hunched over his computer, staring at a gallery full of vibrant botany with a sigh. He couldn’t express it under the mask– he had a purpose to not allow any sign of weakness when the suit is on, but he was absolutely smitten by you over some stupid mishap on his end and a nervous, endearing ramble about your knowledge of flowers. The nightlife seeped into the windows of his home, neon lights reflecting off the walls. It was late, but Miguel was determined to shove some kind of information down his brain to make him not look like a complete fool when he arrived at the floral shop again. He was a chemist, for god’s sake– botany wasn’t too far off, was it?

He was just so enthralled with you, the way your eyes lit up ever so slightly at the opportunity of ranting about your favorite thing. The scent of fresh flowers entering his senses through the slightly cracked door of the floristry– it was a place he wanted to spend all his freetime in. Having been surrounded by the burning smell of chemicals and the pollution of such a technologically advanced city, Miguel craved to surround himself with so much nature. Or maybe, secretly, he just yearned to have a space of his own that was hidden away from the evils of Nueva York.

It took him a little while to finally work up the courage to stroll in, not having the mask around his head while he met someone as Spiderman always gave him a weird feeling. But he pushed that aside, chanting the knowledge that he crammed in his memory so he wouldn’t stupidly ask for a bundle of flowers that probably didn’t even exist.

Stepping foot in the floral shop for the first time was like a big breath of fresh air, his muscles relaxing ever so slightly at the influx of sweet scents. It reminded him of you, the same smell of blossoms clinging onto you even after you walked through the alleyway to give him that Amaryllis. He still kept onto it, dried against the confinement of his wallet. 

Miguel was going to start browsing even though he already knew what he wanted simply because he wanted to know this place inside and out– it was a part of you after all. But he didn’t go very long unnoticed, your voice making him well-aware of that. 

“Hey, welcome to Nueva’s most diverse little flower nursery! Happy to see a new face, if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know!” Your voice came from the back of the store, yet you peeked out and was able to study him from afar. He tried his best to be stoic, nodding in understanding before quickly averting his gaze to the waves of flowers you clearly took very good care of. 

Miguel, when faced with attraction to another, struggled deeply with bringing it into words. It didn’t exactly help his case when you haven’t met him outside of being Spiderman, so he devised a subtle plan to get closer to you. He wasn’t religious, but he still prayed that you would pay attention to his little requests and specific choosing of flowers.

And you did, of course you did. Your attentiveness squeezed his heart with a grasp he’s never felt before. After transforming into the Spiderman 2099 he’s come to accept, Miguel just couldn’t bring himself to fall for another. But when it came to you, and your silly little knowledge about flowers and the way he watched you tend to each and every one of them with the same amount of tenderness, the sweetness in your touch made him fall even harder. He imagined your hands grasping his own, as if he was as fragile as a flower. The idea made him flustered.

“A bouquet of red tulips and camellia, please.” He found himself asking you, his index, middle, and ring finger drumming along your counter in a soft rhythm. You were caught by his words almost instantaneously, a certain look in your eyes that even he couldn’t decipher. A knowing smirk erupted on your features, not being able to help yourself at teasing this new customer. “That’s so cute, you found yourself a soulmate?” Miguel choked at the proposal, the question rolling off your tongue in a singsong as you began skipping along the shop you owned. 

The gracefulness you had in every step distracted him, plucking every sense of dignity he had as if he was a flower getting its own petals plucked by your graze. “Only a flower connoisseur would know the meanings behind such simple flowers. It’s what makes them interesting, but I suppose the mix of bright crimson intermingled with a calming purple brings a sort of intensity most people don’t get.” You unknowingly held the bouquet to your heart, a smile blessing your lips. “Camellias are standard flowers that convey longing, mostly a yearning for one out of reach. While a red tulip is a promise, the subtle intention of trying to tell another that you want to spend the rest of your life with the recipient. It’s a big commitment to use such flowers for a bouquet, hopefully you know what you’re getting into.” You wrapped it without a second thought, framed with a sweet soft yellow. 

The cashier popped open as he paid.

“I do,” Miguel peered into your gaze, “I know exactly what I’m gettin’ into, mi sol.” He couldn’t help but utter, scooping the bouquet from your stunned response with a cheeky smile.

“W-What’s your name..?” Your composure lost, you demanded an answer as your finger twirled around an Amaryllis. You had kept one close by since your run-in with Spiderman, your thoughts never swaying from the masked hero until now. The stranger now seemed so familiar, but you couldn’t bring yourself to blurt out anything stupid.

Breathing in the bouquet he picked out, his shoulders sagged just a bit in relief. “Miguel,” He picked up a red tulip, the darkest hue in the bunch, and gently placed it right beyond your ear. “Miguel O’Hara.” His gaze flickered from your name tag and the flower he placed upon your curls, a satisfied quirk of his lips dashing his features. He sounded your name out like a blessing, and the two of you shared a stare that almost knocked you down. 

As he left the floral shop, with the little chime of the door signalling his exit, Miguel had waved behind his back with his other hand keeping the bouquet close to his chest. It reminded you how the masked man occupying your thoughts gave you the same gesture in goodbye, and you couldn’t help but pry the red tulip he placed upon you with delicate hands. 

Bringing it to your nose, suddenly red tulips smelled a lot more honey-like.

The two of you found each other in this routine for weeks now. Neither of you could break, he’d walk into the floral shop and continuously order different kinds of bouquets– sets of flowers that practically screamed, “love me back, you’re all I think about, notice me my dear.” Pink roses hugged by Peruvian and Stargazer lilies, the next week would be more simple– a pair of red roses intertwined with fresh caspia.

His voice was distinct, over the many years you’ve operated this little floral shop hidden away, the only two times you’ve heard the little rambles of his and the light accent within his tone was of course from him, but you kept help but think you’ve heard him somewhere else too. It made you nervous thinking about it, was it truly stupid to think he may be Spiderman? Over just one simple interaction with the masked hero and all of a sudden a person with a similar voice and mannerisms begins parading around your store and buying the most mushy, cliche bundles of floral you’ve ever seen? At this point, Miguel has helped generate an amount of revenue you haven’t seen in months.

By the time his next visit came into fruition, you couldn’t help the question that has loomed over your consciousness for the last week.

“Do.. do you-” You stumbled over your words clumsily, picking at the new floral he’s offered this time. Red roses surrounded by pink, finished off with a row of calla lilies. A beautiful balance of red, pink, and white. “Miguel, what are you trying to say with these bouquets?” You breathed out heavily, the nervousness of speaking about something weighing on you to someone you’ve found yourself attached to crashed against your usual calm and teasing attitude. You were out of your element.

Miguel’s eyes widened at the sudden question, which he averted from your gaze almost immediately. 

Your mind was working a million miles a minute, and as you were trying to get the questions out as fast as possible you stumbled over your words like how you usually do, which in any other situation Miguel would cackle as you burn into the ground in a flustered mess.

“Are you into Spiderman?” You yelled into the empty floral shop, placing your hands down upon the counter in accusation with a thud. A moment of silence hung over the two, bouquet still in your grasp like it's glued to you.

“Am I- what-” Miguel’s jaw practically fell open, in which his fangs were finally on clear display to you. You only could point, stuttering in an embarrassed flurry of limbs as you tried your best to explain yourself. 

“That’s not–” You mumbled as his gaze only widened more, not believing the question he just heard. “I meant are you like–” The silence on Miguel’s end wasn’t making this situation any better. “Are you into me?” You blurted out again, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Like– are you sure you’re into me? Like I didn’t know you would like me like that because I know I express myself a bit differently but–”

Miguel cut yourself off with his hands grasping yours, the bouquet now shared between the two of you. “I-” He sighed, casting his gaze downwards before facing you with a look of determination. As you spent time with Miguel, you came to understand that he never was good at talking about himself. Everything clicked into place as he nodded slowly, not a hint of doubt in his silent confession.

“I thought you’d notice sooner or later,” He huffed, dragging his thumbs against the skin of both of your hands. “Since the moment I saw you with an ungrateful gatito crowding my arms, I can’t lie that you piqued an interest I didn’t know I could feel.” Miguel sighed, leaning forward to lean against the counter opposite of you. “Who you are, how you express yourself– that's why I became so drawn to you, cariño.”

Now your jaw was the one to drop, before dropping your head to the counter the two of you shared in exasperation. “Oh my god! I knew it, I literally knew it. But I didn’t want to seem like some crazy person, you know? But I was right, what the fuck.” He couldn’t but laugh, which earned a warmth spread throughout your chest. Miguel only let out a chuckle and it had your insides twisting as if you were on a rollercoaster.

“You are too much, mi sol.”

“I wasn’t the one buying flowers to subtly tell someone I have a massive crush on them!”

Miguel frowned for only a moment, before leaning in just a bit closer. “Since I put in so much work to flaunt my love for you, do I earn a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes, before practically melting into his touch upon your jaw. Miguel met your lips and it almost felt like rain after a long drought. You didn’t know you wanted to kiss him so badly until his mouth was already on yours, his other hand trailing up the sleeves of your shirt and pulling your floral apron closer to him. 

When the two of you separated after becoming putty in one another’s grasp, Miguel mumbled right upon your lips, breath fanning the blush you felt;

“May I please visit you still, mi corazón? I wouldn’t know what to do without coming here, swallowed by your scent and surrounded by what you love the most.”

You only laughed, nodding against his hand upon your cheek. It soon became a nuzzle, relaxing against his touch like the cat he saved when you first met him. 

“Don’t start asking stupid questions, you know you’re more than welcome to come find me wherever I may end up at.” Miguel smiled, full of teeth and unapologetically showing his fangs.

The two of you intertwined like bonded stems, peppering kisses on one another until the door chimed once again.

#miguel o'hara #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fluff #x fluff #fluff #x reader #x nonbinary reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x nonbinary reader #nonbinary reader

[win-writes]

𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴; 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

nsfw under the border (minors dni!)

༶ jouno edition

.˚ₓ the thought of having a sugar baby never once crossed tecchou's mind until one of his colleagues (probably tachihara) mentioned the concept during a random conversation they had

.˚ₓ and combined with his strong ideal of justice, believing that he's responsible for recognizing the good that goes unrewarded, what better way to do it than by spoiling a person he's interested in with his well-earned money?

.˚ₓ that being said, when you settle your agreement, his demands are pretty mild at first

.˚ₓ he's going to pay your bills and your rent every month, and all he's going to ask in return is a simple coffee date

.˚ₓ but after talking more about it with him, you reassure him that it's okay for him to ask for more since he's already spending so much money on you

.˚ₓ and so once tecchou takes in the whole concept for good, he'll start feeling more comfortable requesting other things from you

.˚ₓ for example, he'll ask you to accompany him to his next formal outing with the rest of his squad, and of course, he'll cover all the expenses for your outfit

.˚ₓ if he notices that you're not only enjoying yourself but also getting along with his colleagues really well, he'll make sure to bring you with him on every similar occasion

.˚ₓ a couple of months afterward, he'll find himself getting you gifts, like some pretty jewelry that caught his eye the last time you went on a shopping spree together

.˚ₓ while tecchou was never really a guy for big vacations, now he's quick to ask you to spend his next break from work at your dream destination

.˚ₓ the more time he spends with you, the more he wants to get closer to you, so after just 4 months of your agreement, he'll ask you to come over to his place

.˚ₓ the first time you visit him, he orders food from your favorite place (he wouldn't force you to try his special cooking skills) and you just chill while watching a movie

.˚ₓ and by the time you leave, he might steal a kiss goodbye from you

.˚ₓ which only gives him the green light to ask for more

.˚ₓ the first time tecchou asked for something more intimate from you was the day he sent you a pretty box to your house with your favorite flower and a letter

.˚ₓ the box contained three brand new sets of lingerie, and the letter was a note from him saying 'try them on, please, and maybe send me a pic or two of you in your favorite one ♡'

.˚ₓ and who are you to reject such a sweet request from your sugar daddy?

.˚ₓ really soon he has a whole album in his gallery with your selfies in the lingerie he buys for you

.˚ₓ safe to say things get heated the next time you visit his house

.˚ₓ you sit and watch a movie again, but not even 30 minutes into it, and tecchou already has two fingers buried inside your dripping hole

.˚ₓ and just like that, your movie sessions take an interesting turn from now on

.˚ₓ what tecchou didn't expect was for you to directly ask him to cut to the chase a week later, skipping the whole movie part

.˚ₓ and with no hesitation, he carries you in bridal style to his bedroom only to fulfill your request

"Mmm, you taste so sweet baby" tecchou mumbles under you against your pussy before diving his tongue into your wet core again, feeling your pussy clench around it in response. your eyes roll back to your skull as your back arcs forward. your hands grip on the headboard of the bed, desperately trying to find your balance while tecchou devours you for what feels like hours.

countless whines escape your lips as you ride his face, chasing after your climax. his tongue laps on your folds at an animalistic pace, eating you out like a man starved. you look down at him, only to meet his eyes full of lust staring back at you "be good for me and cum on my face baby, yeah?"

tecchou gives your clit one hard suck and has you seeing stars as you finally submit your whole body to the pleasure he's granting you, feeling your climax washing over your whole body. he collects all of your juices on his tongue, before pushing your hips back to make you sit on his chest. he gently kisses your inner thighs, feeling them twitching "good job baby, such a good girl for me"

Special tag; @iovetecchou ♡

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[darkeralmond]

UR WISH IS MY COMMAND!!

New To Downtown

Trevor Zegras x Reader

synopsis: trevor and you finally go on your first bar hopping date

warnings: fluff, trevor being adorable

word count: 1.2k

a/n: MAKING A PT 2 WAS SO FUN!! this is such a cute au!

masterlist | request info

i. ii.

A week went by before you and Trevor settled on an official date to go out bar hopping. He had been so busy with games, but he was finally free.

After meeting Trevor, your perception of hockey changed. You watched a ton of his highlights and rewatched full games. Now you had a better idea of hockey which is something you could now talk to him about.

As you fixed yourself up in the mirror, you heard your phone buzz. You lunged for it and checked the notification. It was a text from Trevor.

Trevor

Hey! I’m outside

Me

I’ll be down there in a sec

*liked by Trevor*

You stared at yourself again in the mirror, taking a couple deep breaths. You felt your heart race at a rapid speed as you grew a bit anxious.

You sprayed yourself with more perfume and threw on more lip gloss before heading out. You tucked your lip gloss and phone in your pockets. “I’m heading out!” you yelled out to your friend as you left the apartment.

You went down the elevator and walked through the lobby. You saw Trevor’s car parked on the sidewalk next to your building. You opened the passenger door and sat down. “Hi!” Your smile subconsciously grew wide.

“Hey!” He was grinning from ear to ear. He glanced down at your outfit and nodded his head. “You look pretty.”

Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you glanced off. “Thanks,” you answered, growing bashful in his presence. He snickered at your reaction before putting the car into drive.

“You wanna plug into the aux?” he asked, gesturing to the aux cord. You agreed and hooked up to the cord before pulling up your music.

You didn’t know what music he liked or didn’t like. You just knew you had the playlist that reminded you of the meet-cute moment between you two. “What do you want to listen to?”

“Whatever you want,” he said. The sound of his voice as it briefly rasped caused your breath to hitch while blood rushed to your cheeks, turning them rosy red. He glanced over at you then back at the busy road, a chuckle rose out of him.

You decided to pick that exact playlist that reminded you of the coffee shop. One Thing by One Direction instantly started playing through the speakers.

At first you felt a bit embarrassed that he wouldn’t like it, but you looked over at him and watched as his head bobbed to the beat.

He broke into a smile then glanced over at you. “What song is this? It sounds familiar.” That question alone shook you to your core.

You let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. “You don’t know One Direction?!”

This won a laugh out of him. “I don’t usually listen to boy bands!” he argued. You laughed at how defensive he was, causing him to roll his eyes. “Whatever.”

Eventually, you made it downtown where he parked on the side of the road and paid through the parking meter. Now you were able to get a good look at what he was wearing as he stepped out of the car.

He wore a backwards black cap with his hair flowing out of it, a beige button up shirt, and black cargo shorts. Basic, but cute!

He turned to you when he was done paying. “Alright, there’s this place right up the street. That’s a good place to start.” You nodded your head and walked with him side by side.

“Did you already eat?” he asked, looking down at you. You looked up and shook your head. Were you supposed to?

He laughed at the worried expression that swept across your features. “Okay, good. I heard this place has really good food.”

A relieved smile slipped on your face as giggles bubbled out of you. “Perfect.” Eventually, you made it up to the bar. It looked more like a brewery due to its large size. “Woah,” you muttered under your breath.

He chuckled again and looked down at you. “Welcome to a downtown Anaheim bar and grill,” he said.

He held the door open for you and as soon as you stepped in. You looked like a little kid who walked into a candy store.

There was a live cover band on the stage performing country songs. There were people all around dancing, drinking, and chatting. There were servers bringing out food to the people who chose to sit down at the bar and booth area. It was so lively.

A waitress walked up to you two and gave Trevor a polite grin. “Hi, welcome in! Booth for two?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Trevor answered. You felt a pang of jealousy in your heart.

She grabbed a couple menus before leading you two to your designated booth. She placed the menus down and clapped her hands together. “The usual?”

“Snake bite,” Trevor instantly responded. Seems like he was a regular here.

“And what would you like?” She looked over at you awaiting your response.

Your mind went blank as you tried to come up with a drink order. “Uh, do you guys have rum and coke?” She smiled and nodded her head. “Then I’ll have that.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out with those.” She went back to the bar area leaving you and Trevor alone again.

“Do you come here often? She instantly knew your order,” you laughed, trying to figure out why she knew his order.

He laughed, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair before putting it back on. “Yeah, the team always comes here after wins. You should’ve seen the place after the overtime win. The drinks kept coming.”

You laughed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Speaking of drinks coming, the waitress came back and placed the drinks down. “Is there anything you would like to start with?” she asked as she pulled out her pen and pad.

Trevor ordered a dozen boneless buffalo wings for the table and she headed off to the kitchen. The band finished the song, the whole bar clapping. “They’re really good,” Trevor said.

You nodded and looked back at the band as they got ready for their next song. Suddenly, you heard the instrumental to one of your favorite country songs, Play It Again by Luke Bryan.

You gasped, “I love this song!”

Trevor smiled, glancing over at the band then back at you. “You wanna dance?”

Your cheeks instantly flushed red, butterflies swarming in your stomach. A stupid grin slipped on your face while you nodded your head.

He got out of the booth and went over to your side of the table with his hand held out. You took it and he led you out to the dance floor where there were other couples dancing.

He twirled you around before placing his other hand on your wait. You giggled as you snaked your arm around his neck, looking directly in his eyes. The dance floor was really dimly lit. The very little light illuminating his face, making his distinct features even more beautiful.

Trevor’s lips curved into a smile. “I already love spending time with you, I would love to hang out again.”

You giggled, “Is this you asking me out on a second date?”

“Depends,” he chuckled. “Would you say yes to a supposed second date?”

You nodded your head. “Yes,” you answered.

His cheeks dusted a rosy red tiny as he nodded his head. “Then yes,” he said. “I am.”

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras #hockey player x reader #nhl

[fandomnsfw]

Paris - Stefan Salvatore x Reader

Pairing: Stefan x Reader

Prompt: Request! – ‘Can I request a Stefan Salvatore x reader where he and the reader are really close and in a half ways relationship, it's clear that they both really love each other but they also just need a tiny shove to make it official. They could be traveling the world together and one of them realizes it in the heat of the moment and you can decide exactly how it ends :)’ (Also inspired by Paris - The Chainsmokers)

Warning: Smut….no hard-core stuff today sorry!

ENJOY!!

*****

You strolled onto the balcony staring at the sunrise as you sipped on your coffee. You heard Stefan enter the room but chose to keep looking at the beautiful view. Since you got to Paris things had been different between you two but you couldn’t quite figure out why. You knew he was behind you but he stayed silent. Suddenly you heard the click of the Polaroid camera you took everywhere. You turned round and saw a picture printing out. You shook your head chuckling as he smiled at you with his eyebrows raised playfully.

You sipped your coffee as you observed the people who were moving around the streets. It was still very quiet and because of this it was your favourite time of day to relax. Stefan stood behind you leaning down and hugging you without saying anything. You loved moments like this, because it meant you didn’t have to admit what was happening, you just got to live in the moment.

Paris was your last stop but you still had 3 weeks left there. It made you sad that your traveling was coming to an end but at the same time you missed your friends. You’d been traveling with Stefan for nearly 6 months and you enjoyed it, seeing all the different cultures. Stefan was your best guy friend and you couldn’t ask for better company.

You leaned against him as he played with the ends of your hair, his rough hand occasionally brushing against your exposed shoulder. Today the plan was to go shopping and just explore, you’d only been in Paris for 2 days and so far you hadn’t seen much because you’d been tired from all the traveling. So you and Stefan had just stayed in your hotel room.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Stefan’s voice finally cut through the silence. You nodded in agreement before standing up, his hands sliding away from you as you did. He looked at you with a soft smile which you returned before walking back into your shared room. It was a nice room it had two separate bedrooms and a small kitchen/dining room but it was cute and you loved it the moment you saw it.

You searched through your bag as soon as you arrived to your room. You and Stefan never took suitcases because wherever you went you could just buy the clothes you needed. That was one thing you couldn’t wait for, you’d told Stefan you wouldn’t bring any clothes home except when you went to Paris. You told him you would be sending everything home.

You picked out a pair of light orange hi-waist shorts, a black lace corset style crop top a thick gold statement bracelet with a matching statement necklace and a pair of plain white pointy toed heels. You smiled at the outfit choice before making your way out into the main area. Stefan was dress and looked up from his phone as soon as you came out. He scanned over your outfit as you slipped on your sunglasses and smiled softly before standing up and offering you his arm, you took it smiling to yourself.

You made your way through the now bustling streets, looking through shop windows until you came to one that had a pair of shoes that caught your eye. They were a texture champagne gold, you couldn’t stop staring they were absolutely gorgeous. You felt Stefan drag you into the shop before he stop at the first shop assistant he saw. You knew immediately what shop you were in and you couldn’t contained your smile, Christian Louboutin. You’d been in a few designer boutiques on your travels but you had yet to be in a Christian Louboutin store which is surprising because they’re everywhere. It’s not like you’d never seen a Louboutin boutique because with 900 years in this world you were there when the brand was created. As Stefan spoke to the assistant you gazed around with wide eyes, before being pulled over to some seats.

You sat down as the woman brought over the same shoes you had been looking at. You looked at Stefan as if asking if it was okay, he nodded so you took the shoes from her and looked at them. They were gorgeous but you wouldn’t expect anything less from Christian Louboutin. You slid off your shoes before carefully putting the gold shoes on. After they were on you stood up with ease and looked down at the gorgeous shoes, you glanced at Stefan who was smiling at you.

“We’ll take these please.” He told the assistant how nodded and accepted the card that Stefan had just handed her.

“Stefan I can buy it.” You groaned softly.

“So can I.” Stefan chuckled.

“Stefan I’m about 800 years older than you I think I can buy my own Louboutin’s.”

“I’m buying them so get over it.” He grunted as the assistant brought back his card giving you a shoe box for your old shoes.

After a few more hours your shopping bags had finally gotten too much to carry so you decided to go back to the hotel. Once you arrived back Stefan told you to go change, telling you that’s you’d be going out somewhere nice for dinner. You pulled out your Dior black off the shoulder gown and your new pair of red Louboutin’s. You curled your hair and put on simple makeup with red lipstick before exiting your room. Stefan was stood there in his new black Armani three piece suit, he looked amazing. You smiled as he stared at you in momentary shock before clearing his throat and offering his arm once again.

You made your way to the car that was waiting to take you to your destination, you looked out the window and stared at the pretty lights that lit everything up as you slowly pulled up to the restaurant. Stefan got out first before going round to your side and opening the door, holding his hand out dutifully. As you strolled into the restaurant you realised everyone’s eyes were on Stefan which made you smile and lean over, you lips almost brushing against his ear.

“Everyone’s staring at you.” You chuckled before pulling away and grinning at him.

“Actually they’re staring at you.” He whispered making you look up in disbelief. You looked around and realised he was telling the truth. You blushed and gripped Stefan’s arm tighter, trying to ignore the stares.

You were lead to your table, by a guy who looked like he was in his mid-twenties, he was very good looking but then you soon realised that most of the waiters and staff were just as if not more good looking. The waiter tried to pull out your chair but Stefan beat him to it which made you smile up at him. You felt your heart flutter slightly as his hand brushed against the exposed part of your back, you shivered slightly and turned to the view you had from the window seat. Stefan quickly took his seat before ordering a bottle of wine. You turned to look at him as soon as the waiter disappeared, his eyes were half closed as if he was thinking about something.

“You look really beautiful.” He glanced at you with something you couldn’t quite place but the stare only made you blush once again.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” You whispered back playfully, moving your hair to one side exposing more of your skin.

As you and Stefan joked and spoke about anything and everything you didn’t realised you’d got through a three course meal and 2 bottles of wine. Stefan decided that you’d had enough wine when you started giggling at almost everything he was saying.

As you walked through the quiet peaceful streets of Paris you clung to Stefan arm, your head resting against his shoulder. You stopped to take of your heels before stepping onto the grass right in front of the Eiffel Tower. You spun around, your arms spread wide as you felt the light breeze brush across your skin. Suddenly you were off the ground, Stefan had tackled you and thrown you over his shoulder as he started running around. You squealed clutching his back, giggling as he spun around before carefully placing you down.

He grabbed you waist and hand before he started dancing to non-existent music, you laughed along with him as he spun you round before dipping you. As he brought you back up you realised your noses were touching, his strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You glanced down at his lips before you looked into his eyes, they held the same look as in the restaurant but you still couldn’t place what it was.

Your head was spinning as his hand came up to brush your cheek gently, if you weren’t concentrating on his every move you wouldn’t of even known he’d touched you. His thumb slid down your cheek before brushing lightly against your bottom lip causing you mouth to open slightly. Your eyes flicked back to his lips before speaking.

“Kiss me.” You whispered so quietly if he wasn’t a vampire you were sure he wouldn’t have heard you. He didn’t respond with word but chose to obey your request. He leant in a little more you lips finally meeting in a sweet loving kiss. After a few seconds your courage grew, your hands now sliding up his chest to lock around neck as you deepened the kiss, your lips moving against his in perfect rhythm. One of his hands resting on your cheek as his other was gripping your hip. You pulled away reluctantly, opening your eyes to meet his.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it before.” Stefan whispered smiling slightly, his thumb making circles on your cheek, you looked at him with a questioning glance waiting for him to elaborate.

“I am in love with you.” You stared at him in shock as he started grinning for ear to ear. He pulled back slightly but not letting go of you, he slung his head back and screamed at the top of his lung.

“I AM IN LOVE WITH Y/N Y/L/N!!” You blushed as you saw a few people glance over at you but you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

“Do I not get to add my two cents?” You chuckled as his head came back down, his grin still firmly in place. He tilted his head as if waiting for my response to his very loud confession. You pulled him down for a chaste kiss before looking into his eyes once again.

“I love you too.” You whispered, your cheeks tinted with pink but you didn’t care because it felt like a weight had been lifted.

He raised one of his brows at you before he gripped you waist and spun you around making you squeal. You laughed as he finally put you down, his hand grabbing yours as you began walking. Stefan called the car to come and pick you up so you could go home.

As you got back into the apartment Stefan picked you up bridal style and made his way to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed before playfully flopping down next to you causing you to laugh. He leant up to rest on his left elbow as his hand brushed your curls away, his smile was soft and loving making you finally realise what that look he’d been giving you all night was. It was love, pure undeniable love.

You rolled over so you were straddling his waist, looking down at him with a loving smile. His hand reached up to cup your cheek before bring you down for a passion filled kissed, your hand resting on his chest as he kissed you with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You felt his hand move to the back of your dress, carefully unzipping the dress making it pool across Stefan’s suit covered torso. You reached down to start unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt since his blazer had been discarded before her picked you up. He sat up so you could pull everything off, his lips placing soft kisses across your chest.

He flipped you both round before ridding you of your dress leaving you in no bra and a black lace thong. You flipped back over after your dress was gone, his hands slid down the sides of your waist before they reached you ass. He groaned when he realised you had a thong on which made you giggle softly, he looked up with a playful smirk on his face before he flipped you and pinned you to the bed jokingly growling and nipping at your neck, making you smile and giggle at his actions.

“Stefan?” His head snapping up at the sound of his name.

“Make love to me.” You whispered slightly out of breathe from laughing. He nodded before he leaned down kissing you shoulder, his lips trailing down your body causing shivers to erupt through your body. His hands roamed your body as if trying to memorize every inch of your skin. You ran you hand through his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips being cautious with every move they took.

His hand slid down to your panties, looking up to check it was okay before sliding underneath them once he got approval. His index finger running across your entrance making him groan in approval. He slid in one finger with ease causing you to gasp of approval, your back hips bucking up in an attempt to feel fuller. Stefan took this as a hint and slid in another finger in, moving his thumb to circle your clit as he pushed his fingers in and out slowly.

“S-Stefan.” His name falling from you lips as you felt your orgasm nearing. You gripped his wrist and pulled him away which caused him to look up at you with confusion.

“I-I want to cum with you.” You stuttered quietly, looking at him shyly. He smiled at you tenderly before taking the initiative, slipping out of his Armani pants and Calvin Klein boxers. He then moved to slid down your black lace undies before he moved between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hand caressed your face as if asking you if it was okay. You nodded in response before wrapping your arms around his shoulders which made him lower so you were almost chest to chest.

He carefully aligned himself before he steadily entered your heat, he bit his lip groaning slightly. You whimpered against his neck, his hand running through your hair as he whispered sweet words into your ear. Once you’d adjusted he started thrusting into you slowly, his hands still touching your body sweetly. You quiet moans filled the room along with his soft pants, he moved back a little so he could see you, his thrusts becoming more firm but remaining loving. He leant down to kiss you as he gripped your hips tightly as if trying to control himself. You kissed him back running your hand through his hair as his thrust sped up a lightly.

You felt yourself start to build once more, your grip on his hair tightening which he apparently took as a hint because he moved one hand between you both and started circling your clit slowly. You bucked against him, your nails digging into his shoulders as if trying to ground yourself.

“M’Close…S-Stefan.” You moaned against his lips as he pulled away slightly, your lips still touching slightly.

“Me too.” He groaned as you whispered in his ear ‘Harder’. He sped up as you felt yourself near the edge.

“Cum for me Y/N.” He whispered against your lips before nibbling your lip slightly. That’s all it took for you to fall over the edge, your walls clenching around him caused him to follow you. You both rode out your orgasm until you were both worn out and sensitive. He pulled out, collapsing next to you. He pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest as your panting dissipated.

*****

The next 3 weeks were like a dream filled with love, morning sex and laughs but it was finally time to leave. You were sad but you knew you couldn’t ignore the fact you had friends and family at home. You turned to Stefan as he signed a piece of paper which was to confirm the location that the boxes of clothes were going. You smiled as he finished and made his way over to you then you remembered something.

“Oh yeah don’t forget we have to stop by New Orleans before we go home.” You stated happily as you walked to the car that was waiting for you.

“Ugh. Do we have to?” Stefan huffed childishly causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes I promised ‘Lijah and Nik.” In the 900 years you’d known this family they had always been the only constant. You didn’t care for thing like love usually but with Stefan it was different, you felt like a human when you were with him.

“Fine. It’s a good job I love you.” Stefan groaned as we got into the sleek black car.

*****

“Niklaus Mikaelson! Put that bloody teenage girl down. NOW!” You roared as you entered the original mansion to see Nik’s hand around a petite brunet teen’s throat.

“Y/N! Your home!” Nik dropped the girl and came over to hug you but you avoided his arms as you went to check on the young girl.

“Are you okay sweetie?” You asked softly, her fearful nod made you turn to back to Niklaus with a glare. You stood up and stormed over to the nearest metal object picking it up before winding Niklaus with the metal bar.  He curled up in a ball as you smacked his spine it, before you kicked his chest so he was laying on his back. You dug your spikey black Louboutin’s into his chest bone making him wince.

“I suggest you apologise to her and have the cooks make her some bloody food! Do you hear me Niklaus!?” You screamed you heel digging into his chest causing him to start bleeding as it cut through the skin.

“Okay!” He screamed as he tried to pry your foot off him.

“Even I feel sorry for you right now. And I hate you.” You heard Stefan’s voice cut through your rage making you smile.

“Divina I am very sorry. Would you like to stay for dinner?” Klaus mumbled quietly, his embarrassment evident. She looked shocked but nodded carefully.

“Oh your Marcel’s daughter right? You should have him come too. I haven’t seen him in years.” You sighed before making your way into Stefan’s arms.

****

You all sat around the dinner table, you sat in between Stefan and Nik, with you at the end of the table. Divina sat quietly next to Marcel as if they would want to be anywhere else.

“So let me get this straight, Marcel didn’t die but instead of finding his family he stole your city and now you’re fighting over it?” You raised your left eyebrow at them as they nodded like scolded children.

“Oh he also summoned your father with the very blonde Bex and you also have a miracle baby.” You huffed as you pointed at the gorgeous little one year old who was chomping on some mashed potato.

“Marcellus Mikaelson.” He flinched as his names fell from your lips, his eyes widening slightly.

“Nik, ‘Lijah and I built this city! If you and ditz over there hadn’t of summoned their father we would be staying here! You had over this city and come live with your family before I kill every single minion you have! Do you understand me?” You snapped your voice one of an angry parent.

“Thank you!” Klaus exclaimed like he’d won which made you glance over at him with a raise brow.

“Don’t think you’ve won! Don’t pretend you were the king here! You were the prince! I was the Queen remember that Niklaus! I also do not appreciate the fact you tried to kill Marcel several times! He is family and if I see you bickering with each other again I will snap your necks repeatedly!”

“Well said Y/N.” Elijah huffed but you turned to him with an unamused look.

“Elijah do not think you are off the hook! You went along with Nik’s charade! You also accused your own brother of using his bloody child! You are the oldest! Act like it! And YOU!” You switched your attention to Bekah who was trying to escape the table.

“Next time you want to try and betray your brother remember this moment! Marcel you are free to be with Rebekah. No more betrayal! Understood!?” They all murmured ‘yes’ before going back to their food before Hayley finally spoke up.

“Well that was dramatic.” She sassed before feeding hope another mouthful. Before she could blink you dragged her away from the child, your hand around her throat as your pinned her against the wall.

“And you! Stop switching from Jackson to Elijah! They are not toys so don’t treat them as such! You have a child you should set an example! Not throw yourself at any man you can! So either stay away from Elijah or give Jackson up and be with Elijah!” You snarled as she choked against you grip, you heard Elijah snapping at you to let her go but you just stared into Hayley’s eyes. She nodded and you released her.

“Bex could you switch seats with Divina please.” You muttered as you sat back down.

“Why?” She questioned softly.

“Because I know you and my boyfriend have a past and I don’t want you in a 3 meter radius.” You deadpanned which caused Nik to start laughing as Elijah tried to cough to cover his smile up.

“Seriously!?”

“When did you turn into Caroline?” You snorted as she swapped seats with Divina. You nodded at Divina before digging your fork into a cut up piece of steak before holding it up to Stefan’s lips. He chuckled at you taking the steak, leaning over to give you a chaste kiss before moving back to chew his steak.

“What did I miss?” You heard a cheeky voice as from behind you which made you choke on your wine. There stood your old flame Kol Mikaelson.

“I don’t want you within 3 meters of Y/N.” Stefan joked which made everyone start laughing.

#stefan salavatore x reader #stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore x you #reader insert #reader #smut #fluff #traveling #vampire diaries #tvd #the vampire diaries #the originals #the mikaelsons #stefan imagine #stefan x reader #imagine #request

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could you do a Sub!Larissa x Top!Fem!Reader where reader is 6'4 has a lot of tattoos and is muscular and Larissa always admired reader but doesn't truly know how jacked or tattooed reader is until she catches reader working out and promptly asks reader to rail her senseless and reader does?

YES. YES. GOD YES. hi anon! I would love to do this 😁😏

Senseless ~sub!Larissa Weems xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, sub!larissa, smut, sex, strap fucking, praise kink, etc.

Medium length fic

Enjoy (;

You were the new barista at the weathervane in Jericho.

Larissa had immediately noticed you as Tyler’s replacement.

Noticed was putting it lightly…

You were a much larger and more feminine build than Tyler, and you had tattoos on your arms.

You were like Larissa’s coffee shop crush.

Every time she would come in and you and her would flirt and tease back and forth while you made her coffee.

It was nice for Larissa. It gave her something good to look forward to every morning.

Today, however, was Saturday, meaning Larissa was not heading for a morning coffee before school.

Instead, she was going to try out the new gym in Jericho. Larissa had always been upset with her body, and seeing you with your confident build, made her want to work out and become more comfortable in hers.

So, she made her way to the gym. Upon entering, her eyes immediately wavered upon a certain someone: you.

Oh Fuck…

Unlike the Weathervane, you were dressed for exercising… some leggings and a sports bra…

You had way more tattoos than Larissa had realized…

And you were far more femininely and muscularly defines than she had imagined…

Your gaze meet her staring, and you sent her a wink from across the room.

Larissa gulped, now feeling extremely insecure and vulnerable in her outfit choice…

She was stunned in one place.

You chuckled lightly, finishing your rep, and made your way over to her.

“Fancy seeing you here…” you quipped, your voice sounding more feminine now that Larissa had a view of *almost* your entire body.

“Uh… Why yes…” Larissa managed, trying her hardest not to moan at the close up sight of you.

You took another step closer towards Larissa.

“Oh for fucks sake, can’t you just rail me already…?” Larissa mumbled a groan underneath her breath.

You smirked, grabbing her chin to meet your eyes, “What was that?”

Your eyes twinkled in the fluorescent gym lighting with a newfound darkness.

“I… just rail me senseless already, please…?” Larissa stuttered out, promptly.

You chuckled, “My place is right above the weathervane. 15 minutes. Don’t be late.” you purred, exiting the gym.

Larissa anxiously knocked on your door. You opened, and she quickly came in.

You closed the door, and immediately, and easily pushed her against it, eliciting a moan from Larissa’s lips.

She grabbed your neck and smashed your lips against hers with desperation. You moaned at her need.

“You’re the principal of that school aren’t you?” you hummed, as you helped Larissa quickly remove her clothing.

Larissa hummed a yes in response, as you led her to your bed.

You promptly threw her on the bed, as you removed your leggings and bra to reveal even more tattoos, causing Larissa to groan in delight and neediness.

You put on your strap from your bedside drawer with ease, and maneuvered Larissa to the edge of the bed, where you were met with a desperate, lust-filled Larissa.

Tearing her soaked panties off you purred with a sly grin as you longed yourself up with her aching core, “So your telling me… that I’m about to fuck the principal of Nevermore senseless…?”

Larissa grabbed your arm and neck, smashing her lips desperately against yours again, “Fuck yes! God, please… just fuck me!!” She cried.

With that, you thrusted into her, causing Larissa to begin a ramble of curses and cries of pleasure.

“Shit! Right there… god yes, please…!!” Larissa cried out.

This only spurred you on more… you picked up your pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her throbbing cunt.

This only made Larissa moan louder…

God, it was heavenly…

You’d lost count of the amount of times, you’d made Larissa cum at this point.

She had become a mewling, moaning mess underneath you.

You continued your assault on her pussy, adding your fingers to her clit for more stimulation.

“OHhHh GOD!!” Larissa screamed at that, her clit being quite obviously overstimulated from all her cumming.

“Just one more, love. One more for me?” You gently asked, while mercilessly pounding into her.

Larissa only nodded and mewled, having lost her sensible words.

And soon, you made her cum again…

Larissa came for the last time with a scream of pleasure mixed with pain.

“Yes love, you did so well…” you cooed, slowly removing the dildo, earning a whimper from Larissa’s lips.

“You did so well for me…” you purred, kissing her on the forehead.

#principal larissa weems smut #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa #sub!larissa weems #larissa weems headcanon #principal weems headcanon #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems smut #principal weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday netflix fanfiction #wednesday weems #wednesday netflix smut #wednesday netflix headcanon #wednesday addams netflix #wednsday addams #wednesday #wednesday netflix

[katsigian]

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟, 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕨

When I made Valen, I never knew that he'd become such an integral part of me. I made him with all of the best parts of people I love, but also the worst. I began building Valen back in June 2021 and I've been developing him ever since.

He's one of the loves of my life, he's my baby, he's the steady, beautiful moon that's all full and bright and glowing in the night sky.

Valen is the best thing I've ever made.

This was him back in August 2021 when I first made him

This is him now as of July 2023. Nearly two years later

My sweet, handsome, angry boy. I love you so, so much.

He's flawed and dark and gritty and that is essential to him. I was very careful to give him realistic and human qualities, like his fatal flaw of devotion, his temper problems, his love for carb-heavy food. Valen is not a good person, no. He's a headhunter, a professional private contractor that fixes other people's problems for exorbitant amounts of money. He's hurt people and sleeps well at night. Valen was raised in violence, it's what he's best at, he will forever be violence and aggression and combat. He's the hunt and he's the predator.

But he's also loving. He's incredibly affectionate and sweet with his love. He is gentle and kind with him. If there will be any salvation for Valen, it will be the heaven he finds in bed with the love of his life. He wants so badly to be good for him. He learns patience for him. And while that violent, aggressive part of Valen that makes up his core being will never leave, he can still be loved. He loves being in conflict and combat, he loves the adrenaline of the fight. But he loves his soulmate even more.

He's human - Valen sucks at boardgames. Valen has plants that he takes care of. He draws and sketches and paints. He loves going to a coffee shop and getting a fancy little sugary drink. He worries about his outfit he put on this morning and if he looks good. He carefully fixes his hair in the morning with pomade only for it to be shaken out when his love winds his fingers in it.

Valen is everything that I've ever wanted to create and he always will be the greatest thing I've ever made. He isn't a self insert, but he still has pieces of my heart and soul within him, woven through him. He's all of the best things I could ever create in one body. I spent hours upon hours on his tattoos, making sure they fit him and they were wholly and entirely his, meaningful to him and his life.

He's saved me more times than I can count. Valen and his siblings and his soulmate, his story and his personality, his plot lines and his past. Is what kept me alive when things were too rough. It's because of Valen, my best boy, that I found my life partner. That I found my best friend. That I found all these people I can call friends. It's all because of him. My life would not have been the way it is right now without him - I would've never found this sort of happiness if I hadn't created him and got the courage to enter the fandom with him.

I love you. I love you so much. I'll never make something so beautiful as Valen and his tattoos and his story ever again.

#i'm in tears while i write this. you should know that #male v monday #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk screenshots #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk photography #virtual photography #in game photography #in game screenshots #virtual photoshoot #male v #masc v #cyberpunk game #⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔞𝔴 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋

[howdoyousleep3]

hi don't mind me, i've had a very overwhelming and sad last few days and wanted to do something brazenly self-indulgent. welcome to my brain for the past week or so, maybe you can find joy in this too, maybe you won't, but i’d like to get this out. 💘

you feel impossibly small around your Daddy

in mind, in body, in spirit

and it would be scary if he didn't take complete and perfect care of you, but of course he does

so you are at peace with your existence and way of life

"You know...kitten, you know I'd take care of you. Daddy makes a lot of money and there's nothing more he wants than to spend every bit of it on you, providing for you. I hate seein' my baby cry, hate seein' you stressed, when we can fix it, when you can let Daddy take care of you. I know, mhmm. You're a determined little thing, but when you're ready to let Daddy do his job, you let him know..."

your pride keeps you at your job long after you’ve made up your mind to let Daddy take care of you

you’ve never let someone have so much control over you and it’s hard to wrap your head around, takes time to accept

someone controlling your finances? providing for you in every way? having to rely on someone for money and food and a home?

the red flags are overwhelming

it doesn’t feel like red flags with your Daddy though— it feels like safety, like protection, like love

according to him, your job now is to let Daddy make the decisions, is to be as carefree and sweet as possible

of course there are times when your mouth is stretched obscenely around his girth or his long strokes in your bitty pussy leave you squealing and squirting and crying where he tells you this is your job—

“This is it, sweet girl— this right here. This is why you left that fuckin’ job. Daddy’s big cock was hurtin’, was achin’, not havin' total access to this tight little pussy. A pussy like this deserves to be fucked on the regular, deserves to be filled up by her Daddy every single goddamn day, shit...this is how you repay your Daddy, baby. With this pretty fuckin’ pussy…

you spend most of your days going to work with your Daddy

Daddy sets your clothes out in the morning, makes you breakfast, wakes you up with gentle kisses and rumbly whispers and the occasional wandering hand

sometimes you require a firm hand though, a stern voice to get you out of bed on time

you not so secretly like his firm hand though

there's a small part of his office, near the window overlooking the city, that is dedicated to you

a cute table with a lamp and your computer, a vase for the flowers you never fail to pick up each week, your art supplies and your favorite coloring book Daddy bought you two weeks ago, your journal and favorite pens, your current read and your stack of future reads

he knows how you’re feeling always, anticipates your every need

your outfits, your meals, the coffee he orders you on the way to work, how you spend your days in his office

“Your clothes are on the bed, sweetheart”, “…and she’ll have the salmon with an additional side of french fries, thank you”, “Here baby, just how you like it— oat milk with an extra shot”, “You’re almost done with your book, why don’t you read that?”

your Daddy knows you down to your core, your soul, knows you inside and out

if your brain is sad, he chooses clothes that are loose and soft on your body, maybe something of his, chooses foods that can be broken into small bites so he can feed them to you, doesn’t allow for you to make s single decision and you’re forever grateful

he’ll let you crawl right into his lap while he’s in a meeting, on Zoom, taking a call, won’t hesitate or stop what he’s doing, will just wrap you up in his arms and rearrange you how he wants you while he continues to talk or take diligent notes

if you wake up feeling as sweet as can be he chooses something flirty and confident for you to wear, gives you tasks that allow you to interact with more people at the office, maybe letting you do a bit of shopping, still not letting you make many decisions but always giving you what you need

sometimes he’ll ask you to complete tasks if you’re in a better, more playful mood

he rarely gets things done on these days, watching you as you move around his office and work at his desk, sometimes pulling out his cock and shamelessly jerking off to the sight of you working through his to-do list like a good girl

if he's in a mood, he'll tell you to take your clothes off as you prance around his office, and he'll strokes himself off to your cute little behind, the sway of your hips, the bounce of your tits

"Look at you remindin' Daddy that he's the luckiest sonofabitch there ever was. Goddamn, you're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Daddy can't help it; even here at work he's gotta get his hand on his cock. Gimme a twirl, there you go, that's my girl. No no, you keep workin' on that to-do list, baby. Don't mind Daddy...

no matter what, it’s heady watching Daddy be the boss at work, commanding others with confident ease, which makes it easy for you to want him on you, in you, near you as each and every work day comes to a close

more often than not, no matter your mood, you end up with a mouthful of Daddy's cock on the drive home, whether it be stress relief for him of comfort or need for you

your nights are reliably cozy, meals (ordered from your favorite places or made at home since Daddy is a great cook) eaten together after a shower or bath, watching television or a movie or reading together under a cozy blanket to round the day out

and as you fall asleep each night, Daddy's big, warm body pressed tightly against your own in your big, cloud-like bed, you never fail to remind yourself how lucky you are to have your Daddy in your life, to have someone who dotes on you, protects you, provides for you, gives you everything you could ever want, who loves you

“I'm the lucky one, sweet girl. Rest your pretty head now and have the sweetest of dreams...”

#soft soft soft #soft daddy thoughts #daddy is up to you #reader insert #self indulgent fluff #this has been in my drafts forever #daddy kap is always on my mind but honestly this could easily be an andy barber in my head #my writing #howdoyousleep #headcannon #daddy headcannon #don't mind the mistakes #Spotify

[multi-fandom-oneshots]

What Souls Are Made Of (Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Soulmate AU)

A/N: Not betta’d, not proof read. 

Soulmate Identifying Marks: the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin. 

Darcy frequented coffee shops almost every day. She always ordered an iced coffee, no matter the weather. In the 100 degree New Mexico heat or in the middle of a New York blizzard, never did she order a hot coffee. The reason for this quirk of hers? She didn’t want to scald her soulmate when she inevitably spilt coffee on them.  Her soulmark, black script under her left clavicle, written with a penmanship that Darcy was awed over were the words “It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d meet her soulmate at a coffee shop, but that was the only logical explanation for how Darcy would ruin someone’s outfit, so she kept her fingers crossed and set aside an astronomical coffee allowance each month. When Darcy moved into the tower, Jane always teased her for bothering to walk the six blocks to the nearest coffee shop when Avengers Tower had it’s own coffee place only a few floors below them. She just always stuck out her tongue out at her best friend/boss on the way out the door.  

Bucky didn’t have a soulmate back in the 40s. He was a blank, just like Steve, it was one of the reasons he and the punk bonded the way they did; they only had each other.  Throughout his time as The Asset, he couldn’t remember ever realizing he had a mark. When your brain is being frozen and thawed over and over, memories turn into a haze of confusion. When he finally had come back to himself, falling from the Triskelion he filed it away for later, not wanting to think about the fact that he had a soulmate. Finally when his running was over, when he had obliterated every hidden Hydra base he had memory of, he found a safe house in the middle of nowhere and tried to put the pieces of his soul back together. His soulmark scared him, it rocked him to his core. Their placement wasn’t lost on him, words scrawled down his right forearm, his dominant hand, the hand he always shot with “You’re covered in blood”. He was terrified that somehow Hydra would find him, turn him back into their weapon, that the Soldier would meet his mate first, and he had no doubt of what the Soldier would do. Their inky black letters were the only reassurance Bucky had that he hadn’t already met them. That his soulmate was out there somewhere, alive and well. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in, hoping he’d never meet them. 

—

Bucky hated going to his therapy sessions, he hated having to go meet with a government appointed shrink who he knew was more worried about cataloging every detail about his time with Hydra than they were helping him heal. But it was a requirement of his freedom, that he meet with a shrink once a month, to prove he was making progress, that he was no longer the monster he once was. He scoffed sardonically at the thought, he knew better. He would always be the monster they made him, it was always lurking in the back of his mind, waiting. But he pretended, he put on the black suit in his closet, showed up and told them what they wanted to hear, that he was cured, no longer the weapon he had been, trying to believe the lies himself. This day was no different, he was leaving Dr. Adam’s office blocks away from the tower and trying to calm himself. He counted to 10, breathing in and out slowly, trying to make the anger boiling up in him subside. He was tired of jumping through hoops, putting on the stupid government monkey suit, sitting through an interrogation every month. He still wasn’t free, not really, he had just traded one handler for another, no matter how Dr. Adams had tried to spin it. His head was spinning, he had to get away from the crowds and the noise on the street. He ducked into an alley, one he often used it to cut through to Stark’s gaudy building, ripping off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. He couldn’t breathe, he was suffocating. He started muttering to himself, repeating the grounding words Sam had taught him over and over again like a mantra. Bucky finally came back to himself, not knowing how much time had passed. His panic attacks always felt like they went on forever but usually they only lasted for a few minutes. They became shorter the more he used the techniques Sam had been teaching him. He ran his flesh hand over his face, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had appeared. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, glancing at the time, 2:08, he was late. He and Steve had planned to meet in the gym at 2:00. Working out and talking things out with Steve always helped after his therapy sessions. He cursed unlocking his phone to shoot Steve a text letting him know he was okay just running behind, when he heard a scream. 

——

Darcy knew a petite woman probably shouldn’t be cutting through alleys alone by themselves in New York City. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the afternoon, nothing ever good happened in dark alleyways, even in downtown Manhattan. But she was running late, her favorite coffee place always closed at 2:30 for the afternoon, reopening around 5:00 pm for the after work crowd. She normally wouldn’t have cut it so close, but she and Jane had to catch a flight to New Mexico at 4:30, planning to observe a meteor shower in the middle of the desert, and she couldn’t miss it. According to Jane this shower only occurred once every 200 years, so she knew that if she was late Jane would kill her. Any sane person would just skip their coffee run, shrugging it off and go back tomorrow, but Darcy was not sane. What if today was the day she’d meet them? What if she didn’t go today and that was when fate had decided that it was time, and if she missed them what if she never got another chance? Meeting your soulmate was never a guarantee and Darcy was not taking any chances. So she prayed to Thor, shooting up a glance at the sky hoping Heimdall was watching and ducked into the alley. 

Darcy wasn’t stupid, she kept her head on a swivel, she was halfway through the alley. It was long, cutting her commute by two blocks but she had never had any issues before so she hoped she wouldn’t today.  She spotted the man sitting at the bottom of the fire escape before he saw her. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand, muttering to himself and then taking a deep swig from the bottle. She debated turning back, but something was nagging her to keep going. She stood up straighter, digging her hand into her messenger bag. She admonished herself when she realized in her haste leaving the lab that she had forgotten to make sure she had her taser. That would be the last time she let Stark tinker with her toys, her science bro hadn’t put it back in her bag like she had asked him to. But Darcy wouldn’t let herself panic, nothing had happened, she would just confidently walk past the man and be on her way. She suppressed her cringe when he noticed her walk by and catcalled her. She ignored him, head held high and increased her pace minutely. 

“I was talking to you, bitch!” The man yelled, getting up from the fire escape. 

Darcy knew she should’ve just kept walking, ignoring her indignation and keep her mouth shut, that would be the smart thing to do; but Darcy never considered herself smart. 

She turned back, outraged at the audacity at this man. “And I was ignoring you, bitch!”

“The fuck you just say to me?” The man yelled walking towards her before bracing himself on the railing of the fire escape, clearly drunk. 

“You heard me.” She said, turning and storming off, muttering about sexist repugnant assholes and their lack of respect. It was then when she was shoved from behind, slamming into the brick wall on her left. She let out a shout, she hadn’t heard the man come up behind her. She turned, laying a solid right hook into her assailant, she had been aiming for his jaw but she had underestimated how tall he was. The punch landed on his shoulder, making the man stagger back but it didn’t give her the advantage she needed. 

She was shoved again hard against the brick, her head slamming back into the brick with a crack. The man was right on top of her, pressing her against the wall. 

“You should watch your mouth Bitch. Wouldn’t want to piss off the wrong guy, never know what might happen. .” He sneered, pressing something cold into her abdomen, if she had to bet it was the end of a gun. 

She wanted to scream, to panic, to blindly lash out at her attacker but a voice sounding strangely like a certain red headed Russian she knew told her to be calm, to take stock of her position, analyze what assets she had to her advantage. Her arms weren’t pinned to her sides but there wasn’t anything within arms reach. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off outright, so she decided that running was her only option. If she could get in a good strike or two and  then run, she should be able to escape and get help. She’d have to take him by surprise, but she could do it. 

“You’re right.” She spoke softly, slowly raising her hands to her sides in surrender. 

The man smiled “damn right, pretty girl like you shouldn’t talk like that, especially to a man.” He raised one hand to her face. 

Darcy tried not to flinch away, focusing on how the movement exposed his face to her. Now was her chance. Natasha always told her that the eyes were a weakness, that when cornered she should use any weakness her attacker had to her advantage. So she struck, using her sharp nails to her advantage, gouging at her assailants eyes. He screamed, automatically reaching up to protect his eyes. The sudden movement made her vision swim, she definitely had a concussion. She shoved him then, trying to get him off of her enough so she could escape but his weight mixed with her incoordination from her head injury made it so he didn’t move very much. He pushed her against the wall again, and Darcy fought, panic finally taking over. She kicked out blindly, hoping to knock him off balance so she could escape. 

She heard the gun go off before she registered the pain in her side. She slid down the wall, hands automatically going to where the bullet had lodge in her stomach. She watched her attacker run away, having enough energy to push the panic button hidden on her necklace as her vision grew black. 

— 

Bucky was running before he realized it, he was so focused on the man running out of the alley that he almost ran past her. She was slumped against the brick wall, one hand clutching her side, the other holding on a pendant around her neck. She seemed vaguely familiar but he was unsure where he had seen her before, if he actually knew her or if she was just a random face in the crowd. He shook his head, as if he could shake the feeling that he knew the woman bleeding in front of him. He knelt, laying her body flat, leaning over her to check for a pulse. She was breathing thankfully. He placed pressure on the wound with his metal hand and grabbed his phone out of his pocket with the other, dialing Steve and putting the phone up to his ear before applying pressure with the other hand. 

“Buck you’re—.” Steve answered but Bucky cut him off. 

“Track my location, I need medical, one civilian, gunshot wound to the lower left abdomen, I’m not far from the tower. 

Steve was gone, the voice of the Captain replacing him “Okay Bucky, they’re on the way, I’m headed your way too, ETA 2 minutes.” 

Bucky straightened his head where it had been cradling the phone, letting it fall to the ground. He didn’t know the woman bleeding underneath him, but he would save her, he needed to save her. 

—

An extreme jolt of pain brought Darcy back to consciousness. She moaned and opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight. There was a man above her, she panicked momentarily before she realized it wasn’t the same man that attacked her. He was on the phone, she heard him talking frantically, calling someone for help. She studied the man before her, the figure was blurry but she could make out some of his features. He was handsome, striking blue eyes and beautiful brown hair that was tied back into a man bun. She didn’t normally like longer hair on men but he pulled it off. His hair style was a contrast against his outfit, he was wearing black pants and a white button-down shirt. It was a shame he was covered in blood, why was he bleeding?

“You’re covered in blood.” Darcy spoke, raising a weak hand to poke the man on the chest. Another wave of pain radiated from her side and that’s when she looked down, noticing the man had both hands pressed to her side. She frowned then, she was bleeding, why was she bleeding? She ruined this man’s nice outfit. Tears sprang to her eyes then, she hadn’t meant to ruin his suit. A part of her knew that the last thing she should be worried about was this man’s clothes, she was literally bleeding to death, but the blood loss was getting to her and clearly making her brain a little insane. 

“I ruined you outfit.” She said as she ran her hand down the mans front, as if she could wipe away the blood. 

““It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” The man replied in a soothing tone. She hummed and blinked hard, trying to fight off the darkness. He had a nice voice, she thought as the world around her started to fade. It was warm and she was so very cold. 

—

Bucky was counting the seconds that went by since he talked to Steve. Two minutes, who knew 120 seconds could go by so slowly. At 51 seconds he pressed harder on the woman’s side, hoping he wasn’t pressing too hard but the blood was seeping past his palms. He heard the woman groan then, the excessive pressure and pain rousing her from her unconscious state. She was frowning up at him, a confused look painted on her face. She licked her lips and Bucky tried not to notice how nice her lips were, or that they were painted the same color of the warm liquid leaking between his fingers. His eyes were torn away from her face and to his chest where her small hand nudged his chest. 

“You’re covered in blood” she spoke, the words sounding as if she was confused as to why that was. 

Bucky inhaled sharply, her words setting off alarm bells in his mind. This injured woman bleeding out beneath him was his soulmate. She was his, and she was dying. He leaned on his army training to keep his fear at bay. His panic would not help either one of them, and he would help her, she would not die today, he wouldn’t allow it. He was roused from his thoughts as her her hand traveled the length of his chest. 

“I ruined your outfit.” 

She was crying, tears silently falling from the biggest blue eyes Bucky had ever seen. She was scared, he could see it in those aegean eyes. She was scared and yet here she was worried about how her blood had ruined his suit. 

“It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” he spoke in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He wanted to ease her worries, if she only knew how much he hated this suit. He hated it even more now that it was covered in his soulmates blood. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to close again. 

“Come on doll, you gotta stay awake okay? Help is coming.” Bucky urged her. He wanted to pat her face, to rouse her but he could’t remove his hands from the oozing wound. How many seconds had It been? Surely it had been two minutes. The panic was setting in, this wasn’t what Bucky had planned, this wasn’t how their meeting was supposed to go. 

“Please, please doll, just stay with me. Stay with me, please, please.” That’s how Steve found him, begging his soulmate to stay with him. Bucky didn’t even realize help had arrived until he was being shoved aside by Stark’s medics. Steve had to forcibly drag him from his soulmates side. 

“Buck, they got her. They’re helping her, she’s gonna be okay Bucky.” His best friend was in front of him now, grasping his shoulders shaking him. “You okay Buck?” Steve questioned, concern lacing his voice. 

“It’s her Steve. It’s her and she lost so much blood and I couldn’t—” Bucky choked on the words “—I couldn’t stop the bleeding. She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding. It wasn’t supposed to be hers.” It was then that Bucky felt the tears, tracks of wetness falling down his cheeks. He went to wipe them away but stopped short, catching the sight of his soulmates blood on his hands. 

The sound of Iron Man’s repulsors drew both he and Steve’s attention. “Where is Darcy? She activated her panic button.” Stark questioned anxiously. 

“Who?” Steve questioned as Bucky pointed towards the medical team.

“Darcy!” Tony rushed over to the woman surrounded by medics. “I have a medical team ready back at the tower, she stable enough to be moved?” Stark asked worriedly 

“Times not on her side, sir. We were able to temporarily cauterize the bleed but it’s not a permanent fix, any jostle and the bleeding will start back up. She’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“FRIDAY notify medical, we’re gonna need an OR right now. I’m bringing Darcy in through the the Penthouse.You guys get her ready to move, I’m taking her back, quickest way to get her to medical.” Tony demanded turning back to face Bucky and Steve. 

“Did you do this? Did you lose control? If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Tony pointed accusingly towards Bucky his voice laced with malice. 

Steve opened his mouth to object at Stark’s accusations but Bucky spoke up first. Unsurprisingly Stark had suspected he was behind the bloodshed. He knew what it looked like and he knew what Tony thought of him. “I was at the opposite end of the alley, heard her scream, came running. The person who attacked her ran, couldn’t chase after him and keep her from bleeding out. Don’t know what he looked like. Tell the doctor’s she’s got a head injury, she wasn’t making much sense when she was awake.” 

Stark nodded once in comprehension, not even apologizing for his assumptions before he turned, bundled the brunette in his arms and took off. 

“Steve, please, I gotta…” Bucky’s voice trailed off, turning back towards the tower. 

“I know Buck, go. I’ll meet you in medical once we’re done here.” 

Bucky took off running, sprinting as fast as he could, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. Darcy…his soulmates name is Darcy. His soulmate was Darcy and she would live. She must live. 

#james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes #darcy lewis x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x darcy lewis #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #marvel soulmate au #soulmate au #soulmate identifying marks #tony stark #Iron Man #captain america #Steve Rogers #Winter Soldier #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #avengers soulmate au

[wordsafterhours]

Songs About You: Chapter 1

Apologies for the short word count and if it seems forced.  I’m trying to figure out my storyline and like said before, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything of substance. I’ll get there, hopefully. 

Also, if you want to be tagged when I struggle through writing, just let me know :)

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The Orynth air was particularly crisp this morning, signaling that fall wasn’t far behind. Aelin smiled softly to herself as she reveled in that knowledge. The past few summer months had been unusually hot and if she was being honest with herself, it had made her quite cranky. Lysandra and Elide had remarked on it several times—apparently there was only so much complaining and bitchy attitude the pair would accept from her. 

Aelin glanced down at her watch, hoping she had enough time to grab coffee from “The Stag” before she had to open the bookstore. She’d spent too much time looking for her favorite sage green crew neck this morning and had almost accepted defeat when she found it in the very back of her closet. However, she’d had to forgo makeup and fixing her hair to still leave her house on time, but the outfit was worth it. She knew she looked good in her ankle boots, dark wash skinny jeans and sweater, and that made up for the rest. 

Coffee assaulted her senses the moment she pulled open The Stag’s heavy green door. There weren’t many people in line, and she silently thanked the gods. Her turquoise eyes pursued up and down the elegant script menu, acting like she wasn’t going to order the same thing she always did. 

“Good morning, Aelin,” said Archer as she approached the worn wooden counter. 

“Morning, Archer,” she replied cheerfully. 

“The usual or are you going to change it up today?”

“I swear I look at that menu at least three times a week, thinking I’ll get something different… but I never do. I’ll take my usual with an extra shot of espresso, please.” Archer laughed and swiped her card before handing it back. 

“It’ll be right out; I hope you have a good day!”

She moved towards the pick-up counter and quietly surveyed the coffee shop.  The Stag had been one of her favorite places in Orynth since it opened a few blocks from the bookstore. The city had been through hard times, and it warmed her to the core to see downtown growing back towards its former glory. 

Aelin scooped up her hazelnut and caramel latte and headed back out into the crisp morning air. Before long, she slid her key into the ornate lock of Present Tense. The smell of old books greeted her as stepped through and flipped the door sign, indicating the store was now open. 

She stoked a small fire to life in the fireplace, not because it was cold but today just felt like it deserved a little more coziness than usual. The schedule today was slim, inventory had been done yesterday, no new book shipments were expected in, and school had just started back up, so she didn’t expect any customers in until mid-morning. Maybe she could start a new romance book she had heard so much about from her friends, she had selfishly tucked away the last copy a few days ago and refused to pull it out when a customer came in asking for it. She’d casually said there would be a shipment of new books in next week and to check back then. 

Before. She’d had the chance to retrieve it from beneath the counter, she felt a faint vibration in her back pocket, signaling some sort of notification. She pulled out the phone and sighed, it was her boyfriend Chaol texting about something likely not important. They’d had a terrible fight a few days ago and she wasn’t ready to make nice. He’d tried several times to apologize and explain that he didn’t mean what he said. But they both knew he had. With a thud she set the phone on the counter and chose to read her book instead.

Gods, would people stop coming in here? Aelin silently begged as the store’s door opened for what had to have been the 50th time. Normally, she relished in customers and the opportunity to discuss literature or help them find their next read, but today, she just wanted to finish reading that godsdamned novel. After she’d picked it up this morning, she’d been unable to put it down and in a seemingly cruel twist of fate, had to do just that when a continual stream of customers started around lunch time.

With a resigned sigh, Aelin tucked away the book under the counter and got up to see if the new customer needed any help. “Hi, my name is Aelin, is there anything you’re looking for today, or just browsing?” 

“Do I look lost?”  the woman nervously asked followed by a small chuckle.

“Not really, but if you’re looking for something specific, I’d love to help. All these shelves can be a bit overwhelming, and I don’t think I’ve seen you in before,” Aelin replied, trying not to sound as though she was pressuring the woman. But her novel was there, waiting to be finished. 

“You’re right. I haven’t been in here before, but the internet said this had the most expansive book selection in the city and I’m looking for a specific cookbook.  I haven’t been able to find it anywhere else.” 

Aelin tried best not to gloat, but pride won out—she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to toot her own horn. “You’re correct.  I pride myself on having the best inventory in all of Orynth; it was one of my main goals when I opened. The cookbook section is down that row and another two rows over. If you can’t find the book, let me know and I’ll see if I can’t order it.”

“Thank you.”

Aelin took the time to straighten out few books that were out of place after the busy afternoon, biding time until she could sit back down until and read her book, uninterrupted. With everything to her standards, she resumed her spot behind the counter. Barely ten minutes had passed, when the woman approached the counter. 

 “I didn’t find the cookbook I was looking for, but I did find two others I loved and a book on wildflower gardening.”

“What cookbook are you looking for? I can’t believe I don’t have. It. This is a first for me.”

The woman’s fair skin pinked up and she dropped her chestnut gaze from Aelin’s before she answered. “I’m looking for a cookbook called ‘Taste of Doranelle’. I know since it’s from another continent, that it’s probably hard to find. I’m hoping to learn a few recipes and surprise someone with some dishes. They let it slip they’re from there and well—I’m…. I’m just trying to impress them.” 

The woman still hadn’t looked at her and seemed to be trying to hide her face behind her long, wavy brown hair. Aelin’s interested was piqued to say the least at this woman’s semi-embarrassing confession. 

“I actually have a contact in Mistward who helps me get books from that area all the time!  I can shoot him an email and let him know I need a copy. Do you want to leave your contact information and I can ring you when it comes in?” 

“That would be great, thank you so much.”

“No problem. Just write it down here and hopefully you’ll hear from me soon.” Aelin finished ringing up the customer and gave a small wave goodbye as they left the store. 

She looked down at the filled-out paper and noted how beautiful the woman’s handwriting was. Lyria Albrecht, 809-565-7890. Pretty name for a pretty woman, she thought to herself as she filled out the email to Bas inquiring after the book in question.

The clock in the bottom right of the screen showed she only had one hour left before she could close and that filled Aelin with glee. People hardly ever came into Present Tense at this time, and if they did, it was usually on the weekend. With a satisfied smirk, she pulled out the book and opened to where her bookmark lay:

He skimmed his hand up her arm, burning heat following everywhere he traced. Their faces were so close together, that it wouldn’t take much for them to brush lips. She desperately wanted him to close the distance, but if the smirk on his face was any indication, he was enjoying this cat and mouse game too much. 

Trying to force his hand, she moved a hair closer, seeing what he would do.  His hand stilled on her arm, telling her he wouldn’t continue if she stepped out of line again. She moved back, biting her lip, and hoping he would continue lighting her skin on fire. He seemed pleased that she understood she had no say in this game and he started skimming his fingers along her arm, up the side of her neck, and across her jaw, his thumb stopping on her bottom lip. She looked up into his eyes, willing—

“Hello?” an annoyed voice rang out, rather harshly, jarring Aelin from her book. Surprise gripped her body and she almost fell backwards from her stool, but instead dropped the book to steady herself. 

Her face burned in embarrassment of not having a heard a customer come in, almost falling, but mostly because she’d been nose deep in what was sure to be a spicy scene. Trying to maintain what small shred of dignity she might have left in this moment, Aelin flashed a big smile and looked up, meeting a pair of extremely annoyed pine green eyes. 

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[heniareth]

For the seven characters thing: Zev, Alistair, Morrigan, Wynne, Leliana, Sten, and Ilanlas c:

Ooooh, the core companions!! This is going to be delicious 👀👀👀👀👀 Let's get to it!

I'm going grocery shopping with Alistair

Alistair strikes me as the ultimate roommate. And so I'm taking him grocery shopping! We're going to load the cart full of good food, gawk at exorbitant prices and make fun of weird products in the supermarket. He's going to buy too much food bc he's used to calculating portions for all of the templar recruits and it will be fine because we all eat more than we reasonably should be able to. And careying everything up the stairs won't be a problem bc Alistair's strong and I am... getting there XD XD XD

I'm going to have lunch with Ilanlas

We're going to a steak house. A fancy one. We're going to try a meat platter if they have one. I really really want to know what he thinks of beef and chicken and our modern day meat in general, as well as the preparation modes. He's probably going to descend into a rant at some point. I'll needle him for recipes and I hope he gives me one or two. I would also really want him to try Wagyu meat (hope I spelled that one right), but it's probably over my budget. We'll gaze whistfully at it.

I'm going to have coffee with Zevran

I really wanted to take him as a plus one to the wedding, but I suspect he'll assume I expect some kind of service out of him. And I don't want that. And I want to get him some good food, but Ilanlas is already coming to the steak house. So I'm inviting him out for coffee. My treat. I'll get a bunch of sweet and savory food too to go with it and we'll just eat our way through that. A conversation will surely be struck up, and knowing Zevran, it will flow nicely. I do hope he enjoys the food tho. No idea what he'll make of our coffee. I'm interested in learning.

I'm going to go thrift shopping with Morrigan

I feel like Morrigan would be the most appreciative of thriftstores and would also find stuff she likes in there. I personally don't enjoy thrift shopping so much as thrift looking. I'll be coming with, point out ridiculous outfits, look for stuff that Morrigan might like, give my honest opinion when it's time to try the garments on. Girls' night!

I'm going to explore a aquarium art gallery museum with Sten

Listen. Listen. The personal gifts for this man include art. They're almost all paintings. I'm taking him to a classic art museum. We're gonna walk around for hours while he looks at the paintings, makes vague noises and I try to strike up a conversation. It will devolve into a philosoohical debate that will end up going in circles. It will be fun and exhausting.

I'm going to a bookstore with Wynne

I want to know what kind of romance novels she reads. I want to maybe leaf through one, and maybe be a little bit surprised by the things she likes to read. I'm also imagining her walking into a bookstore with So Many Books and going all O.O Books can't be that common in Thedas, and they certainly don't look like ours. I bet Wynne has never heard of a paperback.

I'm going to take Leliana as my plus one to a wedding

Since Zevran is not coming with me, Leliana is! We can dress up fancy, and you know Leliana would love that. We can cheer for the bride and groom, eat lovely food, dance, talk with and about the guest... I think ot would be a lot of fun!

Thank you for the ask!!! I tell you, this was the most welcome distraction today. Hope you're having a lovely day!!

(Here's the seven characters thing)

[likecometsx]

// task 10

beth greene’s closet

describe your muse’s aesthetic in five words or less.

basic bish soft girl core

does your muse spend a lot of time on their outfit and appearance? how long do they spend getting ready in the morning?

the amount of time beth spends getting ready depends on her plans for the day. when she was a nanny and student, she didn't have much time for make up and hair, and that has followed even now that she is teaching full time. she loves a messy bun.

does your muse consider the way they dress to be trendy? would other people agree?

beth definitely took a lot of notes from trends, before and after gaining her memories. the country girl wants to blend in in the big city. i think most people would say she dresses like every other bish.

how often do they buy new clothes? are they the type to keep a outfit for years or replace it after one wear?

beth does wear the heck out of her clothes, but she also LOVES to shop. she loves a good local boutique and a good thrift but shopping is more often recreation than it is her going out specifically to buy clothes.

is your muse the type to accessorize? how much?

i think living in a zombie apocalypse would make a person less likely to accessorize, but beth wore jewelry through it all. her accessory choices are much more aesthetically driven then they were in her old life, and much more minimal. dainty rings and necklaces. bracelets always.

how much time do they spend on skin care/makeup/grooming?

day to day make up is usually some blush and mascara, so it doesn't take her very long. however, she does spend time on her nails. i hate ot say it, but this girl loves a bath bomb and a pampering day now and then. definitely does facemasks while she drinks coffee and plays guitar.

if money and societal expectations were not a concern would your muse dress differently than they currently do? if so, how?

i don't think her style would change much, but her pieces would be more expensive.

would your muse wear the same outfit two days in a row if they knew they wouldn’t run into any of the same people?

yes, if she's had a lazy day at home and is just running out for more snacks, she might stay in her same clothes.

have they started dressing differently since arriving in washington? was the transition difficult? do they prefer the clothes here or back home? if your character is unaware feel free to answer as if they are aware.

she arrived in the city unaware and dressed pretty differently from the get go. when she arrived she believed she was a country girl going to college in a big city and made an effort to fit in. her personal style evolved a bit through the years in the city, and she definetly prefers the way she dresses now. back home, style wasn't a huge factor, but is was one joy beth tried to hold on to after the fall.

#hwtask10 #┘did you ache from all your bravery *☄; { a e s } #┘did you ache from all your bravery *☄; { i s m s } #┘did you ache from all your bravery *☄; { t a s k }

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🎲 Liquid Luck Roll The Dice Challenge | Masterlist 🎲

* Better Than Regretting by flightinflame

1164 Words | Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson  +  Pansy Parkinson / Ginny Weasley  +  Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter | T Prompt : Soulmates + Myth + Embarrassed There are worse ways to end up than married to your best friend. There are better ones too. Pansy has said she’s got a plan for today’s ceremony, before they’re forced to marry each other. Still, Draco can’t help feeling nervous.

* Cherry Red by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes

1310 Words | Sirius / Remus | E Prompt : Accidental Marriage + Countryside + Adoring Right outfit, wrong date.

* How Marcus Flint was coerced into dating Katie Bell by RosevalleyNB

1758 Words | Marcus | T Prompt : Opposites Attract + Conspiracy + Optimistic He, Marcus Flint, at only twenty-three years of age, was the victim of a sinister conspiracy. There was simply no other explanation for it. However, he hadn’t expected his bloody father to be the driving force behind it.

* I Could Be by Samunderthelights

4060 Words | Sirius / Remus | G Prompt : Fake Dating + Sunrise + Determined Sirius offers to pretend to be Remus’ boyfriend so Remus can come out to his parents. Remus knows that it’s a bad idea, but since he can’t come up with a better plan, he decides to go along with it.

* If I Woke Up Next To You by Samunderthelights

1421 Words | Draco / James Sirius | T Prompt : Proposals & Weddings + Bottle + Embarrassed What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Unless you’re James, and you get drunk the night before your brother’s wedding, and you end up hooking up with your secret crush. Who just so happens to be your brother’s father-in-law.

* Library Books by Goddess47

500 Words | Sirius / Remus | T Prompt : Love Potion / Spell + Myth + Anxious Sirius moved closer to see what Remus was looking at. It was an old Black Library tome, the pages yellowed and fragile.

* Lovers' Spat by heyHEYOhSorry

1147 Words | Hermione / Pansy | Not Rated Prompt : Coffee Shop / Bakery AU + Remember + Betrayed Ten years into a war, Hermione knows the proper protocols. Ten years after a heartbreak, she breaks them all.

* Moments To The Whole by CoffeeDragon87

6199 Words | Draco / Harry | M Prompt : Enemies To Friends / Lovers + Sunrise + Amused Sometimes all it takes is a gesture to show you care, a coffee at the right time, and an ill-fitting expletive.

* Pansy Parkinson: Bin Fire by doshu

700 Words | Luna / Pansy | M Prompt : Opposites Attract + Countryside + Confident Pansy’s life isn’t a burning wreck. No, it’s the smouldering remains of a burning wreck. The soot, and ash, and barely glowing embers of what was a spectacular fire, blazing through every single good thing she might have once had. It might be time to go to therapy.

* Ron the Baker by shadowfaerie

757 Words | Ron | G Prompt : Coffee Shop / Bakery AU + Birthday + Shy What it says on the tin. Ron’s a baker.

* The Colour of Your Hair by xWastedIntellectual_13

8495 Words | Neville / Ron | G Prompt : Soulmates + Sunrise + Shy Neville’s overly excited by the idea of seeing in colour: His nan sees in black and white, and his parents were not around to share the joys of colour with him. But when he arrives to Hogwarts and the shades of blue make an appearance, he’s more worried about who his soulmate could be. The one thing that comforts him is the sea of green in Herbology class, and the curiosity of what Ron’s red hair could looks like.

* Vltava by doshu

400 Words | Narcissa / Andromeda + Andromeda / Ted + Draco / Ted | M Warning : Incest + Underage Prompt : Fake Dating + Piano + Desperate The piano might mean different things to each of them, but at its core, it offers the same: memories, secrets, and a chance to escape.

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[flamentnagel]

Millia

ooh, thank you for asking!

Overall opinion: i really like millia! i feel like her story is really interesting and emotionally strong, and while i guess her situation isn't "relatable" for most people i think that the overall feeling is something that resonates with you.

Gender/sexuality headcanon: definitely wlw, leaning towards her being a lesbian. i don't think she's given it much thought herself, but the way she's extremely unromantic while being maybe the most responsive person to the magnum wedding is pretty illuminating

Favorite moment in canon: her (and eddie's) endings in accent core are both really good, i think they both wanted really similar things in the end and that them both just having a more peaceful, personal moment was a nice ending to their story arcs.

Favorite moment in a fanwork: there's a picture on here (don't remember the artist but i can find it soon) of her and venom just enjoying tea together and i really like that, we didn't really get enough of them actually getting along or interacting outside of zato-related conflicts ingame

Favorite line, canon or otherwise: hmm, idk! i don't think i have a specific line from her, "have i chosen the yuri route?" is a really funny one but it's not really relevant to her story at large, lol

characters i love seeing them interact with: millia venom friendship stuff is fun, and seeing her interact with eddie is also something i really like. ive also seen her paired up with elphelt and romantic or not i think they could be really cute hanging out and socializing, and could be kinda interesting together? idk lol. she's also kinda snarky to slayer in a way the other assassins aren't, and i think that's also pretty funny. oh and ALSO her having a sort of protective attitude towards bridget cuz she's worried about a kid wanting to be a bounty hunter and going down a similar path that she took, and apparently she remarks that she'd like to visit jam's restaurant?

uhh tl;dr i think fighting games fall short at having chars interact outside of specific groups in general and i'd love to just see more of that, especially for millia since i think it'd do a lot of good for her!

last thing before sleeping/sleeping habits: i see millia having a warm drink before bed, and i also see her having cats, so i think they'd be laying on/around her while she's sleeping. i think she'd be kind of a night owl and an early bird at once, probably sleeping a little less than she should but enjoying the peace and quiet both at nighttime and the morning.

favorite locations: i think she'd just like anywhere that's fairly peaceful, she might like going to flower shops and clothing stores since she seems to like those things? (assuming that the Ivy Traditional on her strive outfit is a designer or brand logo) but i can also see her getting coffee or somethin before work. i realize these are all a little bit "plain" locations but i think after everything, millia deserves a little bit of mundane normal activity.

#asks #smellpelt #guilty gear #millia rage #thank you for asking btw!! these were really fun

[levi-supreme]

Cinnamon, eggshell and blood orange!

Hello hello Eliza!! Good morning to you when you see this!!

Cinnamon

Me??? Insanely talented??? Nahhhhhhhhhhhh I'm still far from that level XD all I'm good at over here is being a h*e for Levi and Eren and constantly spreading the self-shipping and Reivi propaganda hahaha. But thank you very much! You are equally talented too, your fluff always has the ability to make people smile.

And thank you for saying I'm nice and warm. In actual fact, I actually am a very cold person lol, like figuratively and literally XD my palms and feet are always cold, my body core temperature is also kinda low. But hehe thank you!!

Eggshell

Replace iced coffee with tea and you're good to go!! I actually like coffee a lot, but I don't like iced coffee haha. Also drinking coffee ALWAYS gives me a stomachache, so even though I like it a lot, I stopped drinking coffee since a long time ago.

But yes. I do have lots of tea for the different weather!! And yes!! I like soft sweaters. I love wearing them during rainy days! But then again, it's always so freaking hot and humid where I live so the only time I get to wear a sweater is if it's raining or if I'm going to the shopping mall haha.

Blood orange

Aww you think I'm super fashionable?? Eliza please I literally only have black, white, grey, navy blue, and green in my closet HAHA I am so boring. I am the least fashionable person out there. I wear lots of sneakers, and my go-to outfit is a pair of denim shorts and a shirt XD clothes from Uniqlo, Cotton On, and H&M make up like 75% of my entire wardrobe LOL HAHA but thank you for the praise I am very honoured that I made you think I am fashionable!!!

But you're not wrong with the second point though, I do lose track of time a lot especially when I'm thinking. My brain is always thinking of something (either day dreaming lol or I am thinking of something) and I don't even realised that so much time had already passed.

What colour am I?

#postwarlevi.asks #rei.answers #aww thanks eliza!! #tbh i wasn't expecting anything haha but thank you!!!