#everything is constantly covered in fur. even the coffee.

[nominalnat]

back in college for my masters degree after 7 years of working full-time. just an old dog (re)learning new tricks. wish me luck, studyblrs 🫠

BS in biochemistry, now studying public health / biostatistics / epidemiology.

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Lydia

Warning: Angst, hurtfic, hints of cheating, slut shaming

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa x Gary, Olivia Benson x sister!reader

She hadn’t worked there very long only a month or so

Everyone loved Lydia the third grade teacher who almost bested Melissa Schemmenti.. almost but it was safe to say she made everyone swoon. Jealousy was an ugly accessory that both Melissa and Gary seemed to wear the couple both eyeing the new teacher.

Am I surprised to see you here with Lydia? Melissa thought as she entered the break room to see Gary and the woman. She’s oh so nice and easier to love than I the redhead wanted to slap her boyfriend for how easily his attention was given. As he eyed Lydia making her coffee neither noticing the redhead enter “how does Mel like her coffee?” She asked gently grabbing another cup down. “She should be in soon so I want it to be ready when she’s here” Melissa smiled at your kindness “im not sure” Gary scratched his head before refilling the vending machine.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

My baby, my baby the first person to love since she divorced Joe swooning over another woman so blatantly. Lydia always shrugged him off with a polite smile though you could see it in her eyes she hated it all the attention from him. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Melissa asked him once they were alone he avoided eye contact and that told her everything she needed to hear.

Her arms are warm the redhead smiled to herself as she relaxed in Lydia’s embrace both women standing alone in the empty classroom. Melissa let herself enjoy this moment of peace with her friend that she had just vented about Gary to.

Her legs are wide and so’s her smile even Barbara would be lying if she said she didn’t have a little bit of a girl crush on the woman. Lydia stood beside Melissa at the counter as she made them both another cup of coffee, she was the woman the redhead always wished to be.

She’ll take you on

Where I would slap you down and hide

Melissa hadn’t always been the badass Italian everyone knew it had taken years to grow her skin yet Lydia did it so effortlessly. Always talking back to the rude parents with ease and the sleezeball fathers constantly trying to start an affair. She had a confidence that captivated people that drew them into her so easily.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

Melissa was so used to having someone to smother to care for that once Gary drifted away she felt almost hollow. Though Lydia always promised there wasn’t anything going on and that the man loved her even if it burned to admit. Lydia loved Melissa but she wasn’t the type to break a relationship over such feelings so she stayed quiet and supportive.

Now wasn’t the time to jump into anything new for Lydia she was doing just fine being friends.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

Her lips are cold it was now winter as Lydia walked into the break room in her layers lips having turned blue almost purple as she grabbed her mug. Melissa couldn’t stop staring at her smile the skin on her lips had begun to split slightly.

He talks too tired

To say goodbye

Gary would normally be almost bouncing off the walls just being near Melissa but now he seemed almost drained as he barely smiled at the woman. Barbara caught on she was a lot of things but she wasn’t stupid nobody could miss how he looked at you.

So take the time to reel me in and wash me out

But treat her right

And no, I wont hold it against her

Against her

Melissa knew when to call it quits Lydia had won a competition she didn’t know she was in and the redhead couldn’t be mad. The woman had done nothing she knew it all from her first marriage but watching as the pair quickly distanced themselves it broke her.

Lydia left for a while and nobody knew why she had just vanished for a week having Ava surprisingly cover her classes. It only lead Melissa to that sinking feeling that Gary and Lydia were going behind her back.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

“Ms. Benson?” The young receptionist spoke softly as she entered the breakroom “yes dear?” Lydia smiled “there’s a woman here she said she’s your sister? She at the front office”. The woman nodded getting up from her seat unaware of everyone’s curious gaze.

You seemed to know all about them yet they knew nothing about you.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you love me anymore

Melissa couldn’t believe Gary would even propose to Lydia without breaking up with her first she was heartbroken. Someone who became one of her closest friends doing that behind her back? She decided enough was enough.

Melissa had cornered both you and Gary in your classroom yelling about an affair that didn’t exist, slut shaming and name calling. She threw pens and pulled her hair, Gary didn’t know what to do and neither did you Melissa had herself convinced she didn’t care.

Angrily you stomped to your desk taking the small box out of the top drawer throwing it to Gary “i’m done” you laughed grabbing your bag and leaving. Only then did Melissa stop “Lydia was helping me to propose” Gary swallowed unable to meet Melissa’s eyes.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

Don’t you love me anymore

The next time Melissa saw Lydia was at the woman’s front door, the brunette sat on her doorstep tear stained and puffing a cigarette. The redhead felt guilty no she was guilty and she felt horrible to just assume such things and to act the way she did.

A little boy ran around the front lawn happily before another slightly older brunette woman walked out from behind Lydia. Melissa stepped out of her car warily as she made her way to the small group the other woman quick to meet the brunette ready to fight.

“Olivia it’s just Melissa” you waved off with a sigh Melissa? You never said her full name “what do you want?” You looked tired. “I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you” Melissa played with the hem of her shirt “you’re sorry? Okay” you shrugged.

“I think it’s best if you leave” Olivia cleared her throat as she raised an eyebrow to Melissa’s truck in the driveway “she doesn’t need this at the moment”

Melissa lost Gary

Now she was losing you too

[vullcanica]

OLD HOLLYWOOD AESTHETICS.

ENGRAVED CIGARETTE CASE

romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes (hides the stench of death), candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive "wine", capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller.

CONVERTIBLE

makes each day "fun and exciting", always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, fake picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell.

DATEBOOK

clean and organized, chic yet sensible, takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best(?) advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library.

VANITY

puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers gods of death, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night.

SUNGLASSES

quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises / sunsets, makes comfy clothes look fashionable.

FUR COAT

goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential (!!!), luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels.

MARTINI GLASS

goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice.

A LITTLE PET

gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, stickers, a complicated coffee order.

HAIR BOW

playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful.

Tagging: Whoever wants to! hmu for the original because this one is heavily annotated to fit Vanya lmao

[consumare]

old hollywood aesthetic.

engraved cigarette case. romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks & neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards & expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller.

convertible. makes each day fun & exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell.

datebook. clean & organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong & well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library.

vanity. puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin & hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity & floral teas, a weekly bath night.

sunglasses. quiet & private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable.

(faux) fur coat. goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone & loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels.

martini glass. goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly & social, aesthetic chameleon, playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice.

a little pet. gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh & feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order.

hair bow. playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens & highlighters, always cheerful.

[edithmaslow]

STUDY,       OLD    HOLLYWOOD    AESTHETICS.

engraved   cigarette   case.        romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks & neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards & expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller.

convertible.      makes each day fun & exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell.

datebook.       clean & organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong & well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library.

vanity.       puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin & hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity & floral teas, a weekly bath night.

sunglasses.       quiet & private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable.

(faux)   fur   coat.        goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone & loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels.

martini   glass.         goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly & social, aesthetic chameleon, playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice.

a   little   pet.         gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh & feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order.

hair   bow.       playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens & highlighters, always cheerful.

[marblecarved]

your muse’s aesthetics as old hollywood things.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog ! credit.

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller.

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell.

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library.

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night.

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable.

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels.

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice.

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order.

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[northliights]

 𝙾𝙻𝙳  𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳  𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂

engraved   cigarette   case:   romantic   evenings,   golden   hour,   vintage   furniture,  darks   and   neutrals,   beautiful   perfumes,   candle   light,   charcuterie   boards   and   expensive   wine,   capsule   closets,   minimal   makeup,   throws   the   best   cocktail   parties,   a   city   dweller

convertible:   makes   each   day   fun   and   exciting,   always   planning   a   trip,   not   afraid   of   getting   lost,      uses   a   tote   bag   or   backpack   everyday,   takes   the   best   photos,   plane   tickets   as   bookmarks,   picture   frames   all   around   their   home,   many   stories   to   tell

datebook:    clean   and   organized,   chic   yet   sensible,   usually   takes   leadership,   never   falls   behind,   good   at   public   speaking,   strong   and   well-developed   opinions,   gives   the   best   advice,   fountain   pens,   tweed   coats,   hardcover   books,   hangs   out   in   the   library

vanity:   puts   on   makeup   just   for   fun,   names   their   pets   after   flowers,   photo   shoots   around   the   house,   collects   vintage   trinkets,   casually   researches   skin   and   hair   care,   buys   books   for   the   pretty   cover,   drinks   fruity   and   floral   teas,   a   weekly   bath   night

sunglasses:  quiet   and   private,   has   a   secret   spot,   always   a   little   distracted,   daily   yoga,   infused   water,   a   collection   of   healthy   recipes,   looks   for   shapes   in   the   clouds,   collects   seashells   or   minerals,   prefers   sunrises,  makes   comfy   clothes   look   fashionable

(faux)   fur   coat:    goes   shopping   everyday,   ice   cold   exterior,   would   never   talk   about   their   problems,   lives   alone   and   loves   it,   thinks   romance   is   fun   but   not   essential,  luxury   vacations,   black   coffee,   stays   up   late,   quietly   loves   gossip,   exclusively   wears   heels

martini   glass:   goes   to   parties,   acrylic   nails,   loves   to   flirt,  friendly   and   social,   aesthetic   chameleon,   a   playlist   for   every   mood,   wants   to   try   everything,   far   too   many   clothes,   always   the   center   of   attention,   seen   as   intimidating   but   actually   really   nice

a   little   pet:    gets   excited   on   sunny   days,   gives   the   best   hugs,   fiercely   loyal,   falls   a   lot,   not   easily   embarrassed,   makes   everybody   laugh   and   feel   loved,   ice   cream   cones,   picnics   in   the   park,   blowing   bubbles,   pro-stickers,   a   complicated   coffee   order

hair   bow:  playing   footsie   under   the   table,   looking   for   shapes   in   clouds,   likes   fireworks,   hums   romantic   songs,   dances   alone   in   their   room,   constantly   makes   up   stories   in   their   head,   loves   to   eat   sweets,   uses   many   colored   pens   and   highlighters,   always   cheerful

tagged by : stole it from the dash, of course tagging : @spynorth @piraticalwit @ravenskeeper @paddyfuck​ @theresastargirl​ @thebestplayer​ @sinfyre​ @ofvalyriansteel​ @celestieu​ @pizzatheif​ and everyone else who wants this.

[alicee1]

Old friends

Technnoblade x GN! reader

warnings: mentions of battlescars

word count: 2.1K

Requested: nope

Synopsis: Phil seeks you out as both his and Techno’s old friend, hoping a familiar face would help Techno after Tommy’s betrayal and for old times sake. Besides that, they can use your blade in the upcoming war. 

A/n: Requests are open, enjoy!

Rules, Masterlist

The cloak wrapped around your shoulders shielded you against the snowy terrain. The hood pulled over your head as you looked at the snowy wasteland surrounding you.

 The coordinates Phil had given you had confused you at first, after looking at the large map decorating the wall of your cabin you had found it to be the middle of a tundra.

 "Why are you here Phil?" The questioned rolled off your lips as you leant against the doorframe, looking at the older male.

The mangled mess his wings had become was visible behind his frame, evidence of the different paths you had taken long ago.

 He could see the small silver lines that littered what was visible of your skin, different shapes and patterns showing that all those years you hadn’t sat still either.

 "It has been a long time, hasn't it?" A small smile tugged at your lips as you stepped aside, "make yourself at home."

The man looked at you before stepping inside, your living room was small and cozy, although evidence of your adventure was subtly found all over the place.

A fireplace heated the room from one corner, a couch and chair around it with a small coffee table. On the wall beside it hung a large map, almost the entire SMP planned out on it.

As he sat down he could see the bouquet of fresh wild flowers displayed in a vase. On the shelf stood various objects presented, some he recognized from your shared adventures back in the day.

In another corner stood an armor stand, well used armor made of shining black metal displayed, your signature cape hastily thrown around its shoulders.

"What’s the reason you came to seek me out?" You questioned as you returned to the room, two cups with steaming water and a small box with different types of tea in your hands as you handed your old friend one.

Dumping some of your favorite tea leaves in a small satchel to hang in your cup, you sat down on the chair, leaning on the armrest lazily as you send an amused look to one of your oldest friends.

"Is it wrong to want to visit an old friend?" A small smile formed on his lips as you laughed, steadying the cup in your hands before looking at the man once more.

"Of course not, I'd just imagine you'd sent word of your settlement if you wanted to keep contact. No matter the cause, how have you been Phil?" Your words held an undertone of understanding to it. It was obvious he had suffered through the years of your absence, the current state of his wings only part of the overall story.

He sipped the warm drink in his hands, "it's been eventful, although I'm sure you're familiar with that." A small nod of your head said enough as the two of you caught up.

He told you his stories, about how he gained a son and lost him, the tale of a place called L’manburg. He told you how it was recent that Techno freed him from a forced house arrest and how they had taken a kid called Tommy in. 

How he had betrayed them. 

You knew Techno well, meeting him around the same time as you and him met Phil. The three of you travelled together for a long time, years even. Techno was a loyal man, you had learned that long ago, paired with his strength came an unwavering loyalty that would hurt him someday.

Without doubt he would lay down his life for those he trusted, often had he proved that to you, to Phil. An undying sense of loyalty and the need to protect those he held dear. 

Listening to the story of how this kid betrayed him hurt, you knew he wouldn’t take kindly to it either. Phil had told you of their plans, they’d need your blade in the war to come and you were more than happy to help.

He ended up inviting you to his new residence, in the middle of an arctic tundra where he resided with Techno. 

Leaving you to consider the offer, he had left the coordinates on a small piece of parchment, saying that you could come find them as soon as you made your decision.

At the end of the week you had searched every chest in your house, packing everything you'd need for the journey and more.

At the beginning of the second week, you were on your way. Map taken from the wall and stuffed carefully amongst your other belongings.

In shining black armor made of the strongest material you had found thus far, Netherite, glowing with enchantments you had casted on it you made your way through forests and field.

The signature cloak that you had worn constantly during your adventures pulled around your shoulders, knowing you'd need all protection against the cold you could get.

You had been right, the armour and weapons you carried weighing heavier and heavier as your feet disappeared in the deepening layers of snow that covered every surface.

Cursing yourself for not taking the undoubtedly quicker route through the nether, you continued on. In reality, your knowledge of the routes in the hellish place was limited, far too limited to venture out and find his portal.

When you saw the house with lit up windows in the distance you audibly sighed in relief, you had made it.

Inside, Phil had used about every excuse he could think off to keep Techno in his house, for supplies he'd go out to get them. He wanted Techno to be home when you'd arrive, he knew you would, you had agreed to join them. He just didn’t know when you’d arrive.

"I can go get them." He spoke as he pulled on his jacket, wrapping a fur lined cloak over it to protect him against the blizzard that stormed outside.

"I don't understand why you're so desperate to keep me inside Phil." His own coat was already wrapped around his shoulders as he leant against the doorframe, ready to head out and gather new firewood.

As Phil struggled to think of an immediate excuse, Techno already had his hand on the door knob, twisting it as he opened the door.

His brows furrowed as you looked right at him, surprise etched on your face as your hand uselessly hung in the air, about to knock on the door that he had opened.

"y/n?" Your name rolled off his lips as a smile formed on your face, your hand uselessly falling beside you, "missed me?"

He pulled you inside, the task he had in mind completely forgotten as you stepped into the house, looking up at the pig skull adorning the male's face.

You could see his mouth turn into a line as he looked at your inadequate protection against the cold climate. He asked Phil to grab some spare logs out of the basement for the fire as he pulled you towards it.

He took your cloak as you unclasped it, the snow making the material heavier, soaking it. Even under the cloak you were soaked, your body heat forcing the snow that reached your clothing to melt.

Techno pulled out another armor stand, positioning it beside the door as he hung your cloak besides the fire.

After you had finally shed yourself of the heavy armor, placing the weapons and tools you carried beside the armor stand, you sighed in relief as you stretched your aching limbs.

Phil came in, arms filled with wood logs that he laid down beside the fireplace, tossing one in before granting you a small smile.

 From behind you, Techno approached, pulling off his own cape before hanging it around your shoulders. The fur brushing against your cheek as you send him a grateful smile, "thank you." A small rumble left his form in response.

You sat down near the fire, leaning back as you finally allowed your limbs some well-earned rest.

"What are you doing here?" Naturally that would be his first question, your eyes met Phil who simply shrugged his shoulders, "I invited them. Figured we'd need the manpower," he gave you a small smirk, "the company would be nice too."

A chuckle left your throat as you looked back to Techno, the mask hiding most of his face, "Besides that, I've wanted to visit for a while. Just didn't know where to look." you shrugged your shoulders as you pulled the red velvety material closer around your form.

The flames danced happily in the fireplace, casting a comfortable warmth onto your face.

"It's been a while." you muttered, seeing Techno move closer to you as you leant against the wall from your position on the ground, years, maybe even decades had passed since you last travelled with the two males. The memories still fresh in your mind however as they raced through your mind.

Turning your head back to the pink haired male, you spoke up, "I'm assuming the saying still stands?"

From underneath the mask you could see a small smirk tug at his lips, "Technoblade never dies."

A small scoff left your lips, a small smirk finding itself onto your face, "Of course, what did I expect?" you still remembered the first time the words left your lips.

The blood on the ground fresh as you sat down, exhausted, the wood fence poking into your back uncomfortably as you pulled the cork out of the health potion in your hand, bringing the bottle to your lips and chugging the liquid desperately.

A swarm of venomous cave spiders had popped up from what you thought to be a blocked off side entrance in the maze of hallways that made up the mineshaft. Phil had offered to set up a small yet safe camp in a large opening at the end of the cave, leaving Techno and yourself to explore.

He had been at your side in a second when he heard your shriek echo through the hallways, glowing sword in your hand as the other desperately clutched your upper arm where you had been bit. Despite that you stood unwavering, your blade slashing through the creatures that speedily approached you.

Together the spiders had been taken care of quickly, despite the couple of bite marks now littering your skin. The wounds grew closed as you carefully applied a regeneration potion to the areas, offering the remaining of your bottle to your friend.

"Are you good? I've got like half of this potion left if you're out." your voice echoing of the walls as you stood up, the potion in your hand.

A small smirk played on his lips as he turned to you, making you realize he didn't even get bit once by the spiders.

"I don't need potions."

"You're going to die without eventually." you cocked your head, unimpressed at the cocky male as you replugged the potion and put it away.

"Technoblade never dies."

"Technoblade never dies?" an amused smile played on your lips as you looked at him as he nodded his head in confirmation.

"Can you say the same?" Techno asked, leaning back as you could see Phil turn around behind him, curiously watching you and listening along for an answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, "naturally. Can't say it hasn't been close though." Your hand moved to the small satchel at the side of your belt, pulling it open and producing a small doll like figure.

"A totem." Techno concluded as he looked at you, in response you nodded, "Yes, they're true life savers when it comes down to it."

Phil sat down with the two of you as you tossed another log into the flames, "So you're the person that raided those mansions."

The nod of your head was enough of an answer as you returned the small object to the satchel it had come from, "how many do you have?" Phil asked curiously as you gave him a small smile, "I've got about... 5, i think in my ender chest."  

The two males nodded as you buried your entire form in the comfortably velvet and fur of Techno's cape, inhaling his scent through your nose as you closed your eyes for a second, although it only felt like a second to you.

Phil's elbow found Techno's side as he looked at you, both males watched your crouched form, face hidden by the fur of the cape the engulfed your body, Phil looked questioningly as Techno who stood up. 

"I'll take care of them Phil." Techno spoke, hooking his arms under your knees and under your back, picking you up gently and taking you to the upstairs of the cottage.

Placing you in the bed and pulling the covers over your form, Techno left his cape around you as he noticed how comfortable you looked with it. A small smile formed on his lips as his hand unwillingly brushed some hair that had fallen in your face and pushed it behind your ear.

"I'm glad you found me."

[pastballads]

Old Hollywood Aesthetics

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night.

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late , quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful

tagged by: @eliteimperialism (Thanks Rav!)

tagging: @dcviated​, @monmuses​, @pluviacuratio​, @zodiac--muses​, @fxtelism​, @caestusvulpes​, and whoever else wants to do this!

[moonlightwritesdisney]

DREAM COME TRUE. -- WYATT LYKENSEN.

Paring: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: foul language. nudity. graphic descriptions of blood and cannibalism. sexual activity. 

Summary: Weeks after your old elementary friend had finally vanished from all existence everything seems to finally go back to normal. Standing in a coffee shop you met him. And all hell breaks loose.

SEQUEL TO ‘YOU’.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything. 

THE DIRT BELOW HIS BROWN BOOTS became sore while he had previously been peering into your small window for the past five minutes watching you. Your brown pale skin covered in the blood that wasn’t your own. Your face dry and lips cracked from the crying you had done, you felt numb. Your heat besting rapidly in anxiety.

The mirror reflected your bruised image. The bags under your eyes were a dark purple, your eyes a dark brown with widened pupils ( a side effect of a broken Z-band which usually wears off after twelve hours ). Your sink water turned a bright pink as the last of his blood washed down the drain. Disappearing into the drain pipes.

Your mascara smeared down your cheeks, your nose and cheeks red and your eyes puffy. ‘Your going to kill him’. A selfish voice spat in his head, his sharp claws dug into the untouched flesh of his tan palm. He was furious.

How could someone so shameful have the power of destroying someone who was so innocent? She was a ray of pure sunshine. His sunshine. The pondering question he already knew the answer to racked the Alpha wolf’s brain. He couldn’t understand it.

You were so innocent. Baby like. His baby. He felt guilt.

A page pant of sadness washed over him. He had wished it was him, who could comfort you from what had just happened. ‘Shh baby it’s okay I’m here now, your safe, completely safe, I won’t let anyone ever harm you again, ever, never again. I am so sorry.

So sorry. So sorry.’ He had imagined you sobbing desperately in his chest the ache of your body he felt against his own skin, he’d stroke your arm softly and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

He’d reassure you constantly, be their for you when having to deal with the gained trauma even after the act. He’d give you anything you needed. Leave you loving encouraging notes in your belongings. Hold you every night as you slept. Lock every door and window in the house.

He’d lay bare with you in bed for hours just to make sure his babygirl was okay. Although he couldn’t help blame himself. He knew that he couldn’t just burst into your house and save you from your attacker, even after the matter.

‘oh uhm yeah, I’ve totally been watching you for months, that includes changing, and showering, and well... pleasing yourself too.

I’ve seen it all, and uhm I’m kinda in love with you too so I mean that’s a plus, uhm I know literally everything about you, how you are very persistent in organization and you hate cheesy romantic comedies.

How you’d just want to stay up until three a.m. reading a book about truce crime. How you can girl over the most underrated music artists and how you hate a guy that plays dumb in the most basic way. I know you absolutely hate roses anything I’m missing?’

He chuckled at the image of you stunned. He knew more about you than you knew yourself. How you’d jump into his arms, the feeling of your skin against his. Your soft lips brushing against his neck. He’d want it all.

That would immensely creep you out. His intention would to never make you uncomfortable. So the pain only grew worse. Not being able to call you by your name. Hold you. Take in the surreal beauty that was Y/N.

His white fangs pressed against his bottom teeth. His blood boiled to the brim. He wanted to make that disgusting human pay for what he did. His stomach twirled in mixed emotion.

He so badly wanted to hold you in his chest and comfort you, but some things have complicated consequences.

In the low midst of the night he kept a sharp eye on the human who groggily made his way down the deserted dirt road, stalking the weak being beneath the depths of the dark forest.

Small boots could be heard from miles stretched along the black canvas of the open air, the human male scanning his surroundings for some place to rest or.. a possible shortcut that could lead him home.

Wyatt licked his dry lips breathing out slowly watching the human stand in the clearing with curiosity. ‘Kill him’. ‘He deserves to suffer for what he did’. ‘Y/N’. ‘Think of Y/N’. ‘Gut him’.

The imploding thoughts trying to take control of him. His pupils shrunk and turned a bright yellow his fangs grew from the K-9’s in his mouth. He breathed heavily and beast like trying to regain his composure. Sure, he thought of you.

How you would’ve told him ‘this is dangerous and could get you caught by wolf patrol don’t’. But, the monster side of her would’ve agreed with him. Could’ve given into the impulses.

Could’ve joined in on the eccentric thrill of gutting a human to their bones watching as blood came spitting out of their body, falling limp to the ground and squirming like a dead rabbit, until their last breath leaves the closure of their lungs.

But he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard and shoved the impulsive thoughts aside. He caught attention of the human stepping through the clearing, Wyatt swiftly disappeared behind a tree. (Thank his wolf stealth.)

He watching closely behind the large oak as the midnight sky lit up with thousands of glowing stars the bright moon floating still. His feet crunched under the small wood chips and loose dirt, which made Wyatt’s right ear twitch occasionally. 

The human was lost, he had reached up to a large clearing in the middle of the forest ‘maybe this will be a quicker way home’. He thought to himself as he squeezed his way through the thick pine trees that scratched his face and dark leather. Little did he know he wouldn’t be going home.

An owl called in the distance alarming the human. Shrugging it off he walked a few more feet bonfire stopping in the middle of the clearing an eerie feeling began to set it and shake throughout his body. Wyatt quickly ran behind the large oak tree causing the bushes to rustle.

The human quickly threw his head around to the source of the sound, Wyatt felt his heart pace quickly , quicker as each second passed.

The moonstone laid on Wyatt’s chest grew a bright blue his sharp K-9s’ growing to a slick point and his eyes glowing a bright deeming yellow.

A low growl erupted from his stomach the animalistic nature taking grasp of his human side. The human caught sight of a dark shadow peeking out from behind the tree. He bolted the other direction.

His breathing paced as his nimble legs carried him the south west end of the dark dreary forest. Mud crushed under his boots his lungs burning and heaving out of exhaustion. Wyatt was faster. He dodged past trees and bushes running at almost fifty miles.

His leg got caught on a sharp tree ranch nearby he knew that whatever was out to kill him was going to make it quick. He was scared. He pulled with force which caused the branch to cut into the soft flesh of his leg, blood seeped through the blue denim and into Wyatt’s nostrils.

Jumping over large rocks and the bushes he caught up to the human quickly grabbing him by his jacket he pushed to human to the ground and used the force of his arms to hold him in a pin.

The human breathed heavily his eyes widened in fear “please .... don’t hurt me”. He spoke weak like it was an excuse to let him go. Wyatt’s eyes glowed his lips formed a deep snarl.

“Let you go? And what, you continue raping other innocent women”. He whispered a deeply distorted voice replacing Wyatt’s usual calm manner. The monster had completely taken over. The human whimpered and squirmed like a dead animal.

A scream left the human’s mouth and soared above the trees as Wyatt bite deeply into the salty flesh. The blood was warm a large chunk of his skin hung off of Wyatt’s mouth before he spit it out discarding it.

The human grunted and moaned in pain shooting out lines of foul words. Wyatt smirked as he straddled the humans hips in place allowing him to not move.

In panic the human began to wail his arms, the young wolf felt his heart erupt in his chest. The watched as the human wailed in half death, he felt evincible.

The blood squirted and poured out of the human’s uncared wound. The blood tasted sweet in his mouth, a true delicacy.

About fifteen minutes after he threw the discarded bones into a six feet deep ditch he had dug after killing the human.

His mouth, arms, and clothes all drenched in the human’s bodily fluids and chunks of his flesh on his chest.

He smelt foul. He knew he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay but couldn’t come to you smelling like this.

He had walked the path he knew like the back of his hand spotting the small watering hole, he stood at the shore of the small lake the moon glowing brightly over him.

Taking off his fur coat he stripped himself of his purple hoodie before slowly bringing up his white tank top over his head revealing his broad v line, toned abs and chest stained with blood.

Unclasping his jeans he slide them down towards his knees kicking off his boots and white socks. Then came his boxers.

He engulfed himself in the lake slowly, it was freezing cold but was used to it. The water has risen up to the middle of his waist, he began to vigorously rub off the dried blood splashing cold water in his face and arms.

Dipping himself under the cold lake he rushed up and breathed out coughing. Moving his wet hair out of his face he caught sight of a dark shadowed figure that stood at the shore. He could’ve sworn it was you. Your pale skin glimmered beautifully under the moonlight.

He didn’t move a muscle, yet he waited to see what your next intention was. A robe you were wearing slowly feel to the ground as you now stood naked your gaze kept on his, you slowly entered the water.

Your figure made your way through the cold water, his eyes never leaving yours he was absolutely stunned. This had to be surreal.

Your hips moved in the water causing ripples to shift outwards, your brown eyes fluttered innocently. He stood in front of you awestricken, you were gorgeous.

He was scared that maybe if he had made one wrong move you’d leave, so there he stood motionless waiting for you to respond.

You were now in front of him, your naked glory he kept his eyes on you out of full curiosity. Your face inches away from his you guided his hands towards your side his warm arms wrapped securely around your waist.

The tension was lingering, his heart was pacing at an irregular pace questions swirling around in his mind but nonetheless, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The two of your lips met in pure bliss, moving in synchronization your fingernails traveling up the back of his neck and into his soft curls his hands gripping your hips lightly not wanting to hurt you without permission.

His lips trailed from your jaw and to your neck where he softly bite and sucked gaining small moans from you in response.

Heavy breathing and moans began to fall from your lips as he held you in his arms his nails digging into the sides of your hips causing you to squirm, the fingers of his right hand gently sliding over your folds.

Unfortunately for Wyatt, he awoke in a panic, his head was spinning and he was covered in blood. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, the green trees a dim green and the woods ground wet and sloshy from the rain the night before.

It was a dream.

Fuck. It was a dream.

Shivers shot down his spine and throughout his body as he remembered the horny dream he had. God he wished it where real. He observed his clothing. He was drenched in blood. His whole body.

He pondered to himself in confusion then it clicked. After killing the human he had retreated back to the clearing and fell asleep after ... Waking up he knew aside from the perks of his wolf powers one downside was that wolves couldn’t remember events that happen after they detach from their human form.

He licked his chapped numb lips while his ears perked up, sirens could be heard from miles away, holy shit. The police had found his body. Quickly, he stood up and ran left towards large similar oaks trees, lucky for him he knew the woods so it was easy for him. 

Suddenly while his head was turned behind him making sure he wasn’t seen he quickly looked forward and collided with anther body a loud grunt slipped passed his lips as he fell on the hard soil, groaning. 

[chantalstacys]

tag yourself as an old hollywood thing~

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful

[musemelodies]

Old Hollywood Aesthetics

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful

tagged by: YOINKED!

tagging: @somniaxperdita @deathxdefied @wxshxngstxr @thcsevoices @heedingcalls @dreamsofalife @minkroe​ and YOU!

[burnxngslash]

Old Hollywood Aesthetics

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell

datebook:clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night

sunglasses:quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late , quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice

a little pet:gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful

tagged: @vibraea​  (thanks for taggin the boyClefairy)

tagging:  @eris-the-phantom-thief​ , @crimsontwins​  (sera)  ,  @universestreasures​ (carly) , @siilkyhearts​  (hiyori) , @zorkaya​   ,  @manaborn​  , @violetueur​   ,  @untaintedgold​  ,  @fatexbound​ (rise) , Steal it homie, you’re welcomed to.

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as old hollywood things.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't reblog ! credit.

engraved cigarette case: romantic evenings, golden hour, vintage furniture, darks and neutrals, beautiful perfumes, candle light, charcuterie boards and expensive wine, capsule closets, minimal makeup, throws the best cocktail parties, a city dweller.

convertible: makes each day fun and exciting, always planning a trip, not afraid of getting lost, uses a tote bag or backpack everyday, takes the best photos, plane tickets as bookmarks, picture frames all around their home, many stories to tell.

datebook: clean and organized, chic yet sensible, usually takes leadership, never falls behind, good at public speaking, strong and well-developed opinions, gives the best advice, fountain pens, tweed coats, hardcover books, hangs out in the library.

vanity: puts on makeup just for fun, names their pets after flowers, photo shoots around the house, collects vintage trinkets, casually researches skin and hair care, buys books for the pretty cover, drinks fruity and floral teas, a weekly bath night.

sunglasses: quiet and private, has a secret spot, always a little distracted, daily yoga, infused water, a collection of healthy recipes, looks for shapes in the clouds, collects seashells or minerals, prefers sunrises, makes comfy clothes look fashionable.

(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday, ice cold exterior, would never talk about their problems, lives alone and loves it, thinks romance is fun but not essential, luxury vacations, black coffee, stays up late, quietly loves gossip, exclusively wears heels.

martini glass: goes to parties, acrylic nails, loves to flirt, friendly and social, aesthetic chameleon, a playlist for every mood, wants to try everything, far too many clothes, always the center of attention, seen as intimidating but actually really nice.

a little pet: gets excited on sunny days, gives the best hugs, fiercely loyal, falls a lot, not easily embarrassed, makes everybody laugh and feel loved, ice cream cones, picnics in the park, blowing bubbles, pro-stickers, a complicated coffee order.

hair bow: playing footsie under the table, looking for shapes in clouds, likes fireworks, hums romantic songs, dances alone in their room, constantly makes up stories in their head, loves to eat sweets, uses many colored pens and highlighters, always cheerful.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me !

[shieldretired]

𝚘𝚕𝚍   𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍   𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜

bold: applies always italic: applies sometimes

engraved   cigarette   case:   romantic   evenings,   golden   hour,   vintage   furniture,  darks   and   neutrals,   beautiful   perfumes,   candlelight,   charcuterie   boards   and   expensive   wine,   capsule   closets,   minimal   makeup,   throws   the   best   cocktail   parties,   a   city   dweller

convertible:       makes   each   day   fun   and   exciting,   always   planning   a   trip,   not   afraid   of   getting   lost,      uses   a   tote   bag   or   backpack   everyday,   takes   the   best   photos,   plane   tickets   as   bookmarks,   picture   frames   all   around   their   home,   many   stories   to   tell

datebook:      clean   and   organized,   chic   yet   sensible,   usually   takes   leadership,   never   falls   behind,   good   at   public   speaking,   strong   and   well-developed   opinions,   gives   the   best   advice,   fountain   pens,   tweed   coats,  hardcover   books,  hangs   out   in   the   library

vanity:    puts   on   makeup   just   for   fun,   names   their   pets   after   flowers,   photo   shoots   around   the   house,   collects   vintage   trinkets,   casually   researches   skin   and   hair   care,   buys   books   for   the   pretty   cover,   drinks   fruity   and   floral   teas,  a   weekly   bath   night

sunglasses:     quiet   and   private,   has   a   secret   spot,   always   a   little   distracted,   daily   yoga,   infused   water,   a   collection   of   healthy   recipes,   looks   for   shapes   in   the   clouds,   collects   seashells   or   minerals,   prefers   sunrises,  makes   comfy   clothes   look   fashionable

(faux)   fur   coat:     goes   shopping   everyday,   ice   cold   exterior,   would   never   talk   about   their   problems,   lives   alone   and   loves   it,   thinks   romance   is   fun   but   not   essential,  luxury   vacations,   black   coffee,   stays   up   late,   quietly   loves   gossip,   exclusively   wears   heels

martini   glass:    goes   to   parties,   acrylic   nails,   loves   to   flirt, friendly   and   social,   aesthetic   chameleon,   a   playlist   for   every   mood,   wants   to   try   everything,   far   too   many   clothes,   always   the   center   of   attention,  seen   as   intimidating   but   actually   really   nice

a   little   pet:   gets   excited   on   sunny   days,  gives   the   best   hugs,  fiercely   loyal,   falls   a   lot,   not   easily   embarrassed,   makes   everybody   laugh   and   feel   loved,  ice   cream   cones,   picnics   in   the   park,   blowing   bubbles,   pro-stickers,   a   complicated   coffee   order

hair   bow:    playing   footsie   under   the   table,   likes   fireworks,   hums   romantic   songs,   dances   alone   in   their   room,   constantly   makes   up   stories   in   their   head,   loves   to   eat   sweets,   uses   many   colored   pens   and   highlighters,   always   cheerful

tagged   by: @maveriq tagging: @symbiiotic + @firelightfables (pick whoever you want!) + @starsinshadows (pick whoever you want!) + @eisiramdeus + @pctrkor (Leah!) + @somewherebetweenrage + @dereiserne + @defectivexfragmented (pick whoever you want!) + @wnterslder  

[leviiattacks]

How about Levi x reader, where they get set up on a blind date by their friends as a prank, but actually end up liking each other

note :: honestly not my best at all but it was cute i guess T___T kinda an opposites attract thing also it’s a modern au !!

for some reason hange and sasha wake up one morning and decide they want to wreak havoc

it’s not peculiar coming from them

after all they are always up to something

like the one time sasha purposefully trapped herself in an elevator with a hot guy

or the time hange tried to make coffee with an energy drink mixed in it??

OR-

okay you’re getting sidetracked

but the point is they have no real reason for this new venture of theirs

when do they ever have a reason though?

somehow today their scheming has led to them begging you to go on a blind date

“he’s not my type i mean he’s old and whatever but you would like him” sasha’s stuffing her face with a buttery croissant

she doesn’t sound very convincing

then again, you have no objections to the idea

you’re single

you’re lonely

if it doesn’t end in love well ??? guess you could fuck

and if you don’t fuck well ?? you got to go outside and get some fresh air

BUT

the idea of blind dating makes you squirm

the uncertainty which comes along with the situation is intimidating

honestly, part of you is worried you’ll end up making a mortal enemy at dinner, not a lover

the other portion is petrified you’ll end up on a date with a murderer

what if it ends up like that one netflix show and you end up getting stalked????

you shudder at that thought

BE OPTIMISTIC Y/N!! YUP YUP OPTIMIST ERA!!!

levi feels the same way but his version of nervous is very different to your own

his fears are very different

what if his date appears prim and proper but it’s really just a huge facade hiding how their house is a pigsty?

imagine the third date in is a movie night in and he walks into a landfill site...

what if his date chews their food obnoxiously loud?

what if they just dislike him?

that’s why ideally he would prefer dating someone he knows beforehand

but there’s no one he knows already that he’s interested in

that’s exactly why when hange calls levi and asks him if he’s willing to go on a blind date on such short notice he scoffs and tells them that maybe if they got a life they would know that his answer is a straight no

he’s used to people not pairing well with him

he guesses it’s because of his sardonic personality, maybe it’s his occupation - he is constantly busy after all. perhaps it’s his foul mouth

erwin told him the last time he had a date that he should probably ease up on the cursing but it’s levi...

he isn’t going to change for anyone.

and really if him being little mean is that much of a deal breaker he won’t bother looking for anyone

he’ll go it solo he supposes

“LEVI. PLEASE. you both would fit together like jigsaw pieces.” hange is practically begging

then they stop for a second and wiggle their eyebrows “that can have many alternative meaningssss~”

levi purses his lips and shoots them a hard glare

“shut it, i’m not going. i’m busy.”

“busy doing.....?”

“cleaning i need t-”

“NO??? do it some other time please they’re smart, fun AND not boring at all.”

hange gives him a pleading look then explains how his mystery date has already agreed for sasha’s sake and he really can’t stand you up

“you want me to go on a blind date with one of SASHA BRAUS’ friends????”

he looks at hange in utter disbelief because that means you just have to be loud mouthed and annoying like jean or connie

or just be as stupidly unfunny

he shakes his head rejecting the idea completely

“i enjoy sophisticated people.”

hange sighs heavily

“give it a chance! c’monnn what if i bribe you?”

little does levi know hange and sasha have purposefully picked you out because of the way you’re both polar opposites

where levi loves order you’re disorderly, where he follows his own rules you don’t follow any at all, where he is disagreeable you’re agreeable in every way of the word

where he is cold, you are warm, he’s a night owl, you’re an early bird, you’re day and he’s night

everything about the two of you is different

that isn’t necessarily bad, but sasha and hange find it hilarious enough to set you both up on this date

if it fails it’ll still be funny

you’re rummaging through your closet looking for your favourite perfume because to be frank you are NOT showing up unprepared

like?? what if he moves in to hug you and he smells the scent of the chicken you were cooking today

yeah you did have a shower but sometimes you wonder if the smell lingers

you KNOW it doesn’t but it’s a matter of principle

imagine he leans in and smells marinated chicken

you think you’d die on the spot if that were to ever happen

shoving a pack of mints in your purse along with your emergency pepper spray you give your outfit a once over

it’s nothing too extravagant but it’ll do the job

at this point, everything is great! you’re walking out of your door and you’re pumped up

you’ll be early for once and there’s a spring in your step

making a good first impressions is key here

you’re so close to your uber BUT

then you hear it

it’s almost inaudible but you’re sure you hear a mewl come out of the alleyway to your right

you’re about to ignore it because you aren’t even sure if you’ve heard it correctly

and it’s late you don’t feel like wandering into an empty alleyway

but the sound only repeats itself

fuck.

cautiously venturing inside you see it.

eyes softening you look at the stray kitten in front of you and bite your bottom lip and scoop him up in your arms you’re debating if running back to your apartment and leaving him there is the best option

what’s the other option?

well you could bring the cat along with you...

it would be a funny story for the future if the date goes well

now. unlike you levi is nowhere near late

in fact he’s ten minutes early waiting promptly outside of the restaurant in his white button up

he fiddles with his collar and wonders how the actual hell he got talked into doing this

hange offering to buy him cleaning supplies free of charge is probably it

8:15pm, you were meant to be here five minutes ago

if you’ve stood him up he’s going to end hange for wasting his precious free time

especially when he rarely interrupts his schedule for anyone.

a few moments of silence pass and he thinks

how do you look? 

not like it matters to him

but he’d just like to know

okay, so.

it’s 8:30pm now

levi is royally pissed off that you even have the audacity to show up

you’re holding your knees as you puff in and out

“I’M SORRY. i know i’ve wasted all your time but i saw a stray on my way here and i couldn’t leave him”

the updo your hair is in is disheveled and fly aways stick out

you’ve ran here after your uber broke down that much is obvious.

to be fair, your explanation is believable and he would have let it slide if and only if

you had NOT brought the fucking cat along with you???

he’s eyeing it with disgust as it purrs up against you and you coo at it stroking its fur

“you want to sneak a cat into the restaurant?” he asks in pure disbelief

sheepishly grinning and scratching the back of your neck your response is “well i know we can’t but if you tried to i wouldn’t mind because i really like this cat :-(”

when hange said he’d have fun they were lying

but at least they didn’t lie about you not being boring.

he picks the cat up with one of his hands

looks it in the eyes

sighs then places him carefully into your purse

“don’t let him be seen.”

you light up and try to hide the grin forming on your face

he isn’t that bad

he’s a little too serious for your liking but you can handle that.

the two of you walk into the restaurant and fuck you because the cat has to start mewling and screeching

coughing rather aggressively to cover it up it miraculously goes unheard

he shoots you a sturdy glare because he’s able to hear the muffled sounds

luckily, no one else is standing near you or is within earshot.

gulping you realise this is not a good first impression at all

late to the date, bringing a cat with you, begging him to help you sneak the cat in

you feel guilty, he probably expected way better

“oi, move your ass” he snaps

you look up realising you’ve been too lost in thought to see levi walking in front of you

“sorry” you mumble

he doesn’t respond but he does look back at you

you can’t gather anything from his face because it’s either plain or he’s got his brows furrowed

currently it’s showing no signs of distaste so he must be accepting your apology

he’s kind enough, steps out of the way to offer you the space to sit down first

he sits after you and you have no idea where to look

then the cat cries again from your purse

“lucifer, shhhhh”

you’re patting him and try to silence him

“you’ve named it already?”

laughing to yourself you’re happy he’s initiated the conversation first

“he’s a little sneaky so i called him it. do you have any other names you’d like?”

“why would my input in this matter be relevant?”

“you’re basically his family now!”

he’s covering his mouth with his hands and you swear you can see the pink tinge of a blush creep upwards and flood his cheeks

but this man doesn’t seem like the type to blush over anything.

composing himself he sticks a hand out and finally asks “what’s your name?”

coming back to your senses you realize it’s been twenty minutes since you’ve met and you haven’t even had the manners to ask his name even after arriving late

“Y/N!! what’s yours?”

play it cool!!!

he doesn’t respond instead stares at your purse and points with his index finger

lucifer has escaped again and now you really are regretting bringing him along with you

whilst you’re grabbing the cat and hushing him your date hums “try to guess it.”

well, that’s spontaneous, he doesn’t seem like the type to entertain himself with games

you think hard, he’s serious but he is kind, you guess that’s why he reminds you of sebastian from the little mermaid

get it? because he’s sweet but he’s a crab so he’s crabby??

god that joke is AWFUL because it doesn't even take into account the actual character of sebastian the crab

but you have no other guesses available.

“hmm... sebastian?” you jokingly ask

“it’s levi.” he deadpans.

oh wow you couldn’t be more far off

playing around with your fingers in your lap you fidget nervously looking around for a waiter to interrupt the conversation

levi has to sense your unease because his tone loosens up

“...do i really look like a sebastian though?”

looking back up at him your bite your lip keeping a giggle in

you can sense the ghost of a smile on his face

“yeah like the crab from a little mermaid”

at that he scowls but he inquires what exactly that means

the rest of the date goes without a hitch, sure there’s a few moments where lucifer attempts to sneak away but levi has no problems stopping him

it takes a while but the conversation flows easily after the awkward barrier from before is broken down

it’s lighthearted and calm.

he’s humorous in a way you can’t describe

levi’s mannerisms are cute, everything about him is endearing despite the serious front he has

and you can’t quite put your finger on it but his demeanor is charming

overall you find yourself enjoying the date even more than you expected

now the two of you are walking away from the booth and the fresh night time air hits your face as you step outside

turning to him you smile radiantly and without allowing him to get a word in you take your opportunity by the reins

“second date?”

you don’t normally make the first move but you’re eager

and to your surprise he’s just as eager as you are.

it doesn’t even look like he stops to think before he nods and agrees to meet with you again.

exchanging numbers with him you wave as you and lucifer part ways with levi feeling satisfied

and to his shock after you leave it settles, levi thinks he just might enjoy your presence

well, that’s a first for him.

he guesses what they say about opposites attracting is true