#plus my friend is bringing a vase

[livingnotonlysurviving]

I need emergency surgery but my lovely boyfriend brought my some of my fave flowers and a card.

[b-o-e]

first date

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: a lil silly if you don’t imagine yourself and Wally to be similar in height, bahahah! also, 'tis a biggin! plus, an important note at the end if you'd like to see!

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #10, wowzers! :)

Wally asks you out on a date, but little does he know.

“I think I’m all set,”

Wally stared at himself in the mirror, pushing a stray hair into place with his fingers. He inhaled a deep breath, brushing off his outfit.

“What do you say, Home?” He lifted his arms to the side, presenting himself to his friend with a spin, earning squeaks and creaks of approval in return.

“Oh, you,” He swatted playfully at the air, holding his cheek in response to Home’s (supposedly) kind words. 

Wally ensured to get the bundle of flowers Frank and Eddie put together for him off the table, announcing that he was off as he started toward the door, only for it not to open for him. He paused, confused. Oh, was he forgetting something?

“Picnic basket!” he snapped his fingers, smiling brightly. “Goodness, my nerves must be getting to me,” he grabbed the basket and adjusted the gingham blanket on the top.

“Is that everything, now?” He questioned aloud, unable to recall anything else. Home squeaked, door swaying open. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he smiled, heading out and waving farewell, on his way to your house.

Despite the anxiety bundled in his belly, Wally had an excited pep in his step, confidence peeking through. He felt good about this. Excited!

He had flowers and a basket of your favourite snacks for you two, along with a perfect set-up planned for the dishes, too! With his outfit looking spiffy and hair looking chic, he was set!

In no time at all, Wally stood before your door, lifting his fist and knocking, swaying back and forth on his heels. Deep breaths, Wally!

Barely two seconds passed, and it swung open. It looked like you had just been getting ready to leave.

“Wally?” you smiled, seeming pleasantly surprised by his appearance. “What are the chances?”

“Oh, my. I hope I’m not disrupting any plans,” he fretted.

“Not at all,” you reassured. “Actually, I was about to go looking for you,”

“Is that so?” he asked, head tipped to the side with curiosity. 

“Yes,” you leaned back, grabbing something off the table. “I was going to bring you these,” 

You held a bundle of tulips out to him, red, orange, and yellow. Wally’s eyes widened, his smile growing.

“Well, isn’t that a silly coincidence?” 

He untucked the bouquet of flowers he brought for you from under his arm, holding them out, though his expression fell as he noticed their appearance.

“My… I guess I should’ve been a little more careful,” he sheepishly shifted around the slightly squashed flowers, attempting to fix them up a little better. “I’m sorry,” he apologized shyly, a little downed by his mistake.

Despite the disheveled appearance of them, you happily accepted, handing him his as you examined the beautiful bouquet. “They’re wonderful, Wally,” you awed with delight. “Why don’t you step inside for a few moments? I’ll get these in a vase real quick,” you opened the entrance further for him, walking over to the kitchen.

Wally followed you inside, staring down at the flowers you’d given to him, a giddy little smile playing at his lips. Great minds think alike, don’t they?

“So,” your voice recaptured his attention as you snipped away at the stems of the flowers, carefully sliding them into a vase filled with water. “What else brings you here? Were you just passing by?” you questioned as you walked over, placing the colourful display on the coffee table in front of your couch.

“Actually,” Wally began, holding out the picnic basket. “I came to invite you for a picnic with me,”

“A picnic?” 

“A picnic,” he affirmed. “I figured, it’s a beautiful day outside, and I would like to take you on a proper date. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Why, isn’t that just charming of you,” you teased playfully, although the light flush on your cheeks displayed your true feelings. 

“I do try,” Wally grinned. “Would you do me the honour of accompanying me?”

“I would love to,” you agreed. “I thought you looked a little extra handsome today, so I was wondering what you were up to. But, those simply may be my thoughts everyday,”

“How very sweet of you,” Wally reddened a little now, walking to the door, pulling it open for you and gesturing you through. “Shall we head out, then?” he asked. 

“We shall, I suppose,” you chuckled. Something caught your eye first, your face lighting up with realization. “Oh, right! I grabbed this for you while I was at the store, too. Couldn’t resist,” you plucked the Red Delicious apple you’d gotten for him off the table, offering it to him. He accepted it gladly, smiling.

“How thoughtful as well,” he smiled. “Thank you, I appreciate it. It’s nice to know I seem to be on your mind as much as you’re on mine, too,”

Your cheeks darkened at his comment. “More than I’d like to admit, personally,” you grumbled under your breath, walking through the door, Wally following behind, sliding his hand into yours.

“Oh yeah?” he hummed, watching you in amusement as your cheeks brightened ever so slightly. 

“You weren’t meant to hear that.”

It wasn’t long before you two arrived on a hill you frequented together, treading up to the shade of the tree that sat at the top. Wally took the blanket off the basket, laying it out on the ground, allowing a clean place to sit.

“What a nice day it is,” you mumbled, laying back in a starfish position and enjoying the warmth in the air. A gentle breeze drifted by every once in a while, rustling through the leaves above.

“Agreed,” Wally said, watching you with an adoring smile on his features. “Although any day is a nice day with you around, in my mind,”

“I could say the same to you, Darling,” you peeked up at him with a grin, propping yourself up on your arms.

“Why, thank you,” he grabbed the apple he’d been carrying, lifting the lid to the picnic basket to place it inside for later. He froze halfway through the action.

His brain went blank.

“... Wally?” you questioned. “Are you alright?”

… Where was the food?

He slowly shut the basket’s lid, lips slightly agape, eyes shyly meeting yours as you scooted over. 

His shoulders sunk, embarrassment bubbling in his stomach as you peeked inside the basket for yourself.

“... I grabbed the wrong basket,” he whispered. 

Your eyes locked with his guilt filled orbs, surprise filling your own.

Wally’s head dropped as he deflated a little more with shame.

But then, you laughed,

“You grabbed the wrong basket?” you sniggered, Wally offering a little nod of confirmation. “That’s no big deal at all, Wally” you claimed, reaching out and tilting his chin back up to make him look at you. “Guess we just have to ration the apple, huh?” you teased, pecking his forehead.

“Consider it yours,” 

“I’m only kidding,” you giggled, pushing it back towards him. “It’s all yours, Darling,” you said, twisting your body to lay on your back, head resting in his lap.

Hesitant, his arms slowly snaked loosely over your shoulders as he gazed down at you, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“... you’re not mad?” 

“No, I’m not mad. Not at all,”

“Really?”

“Truly,” you smiled, hands coming up to rest on top of his. “I’m more than happy just to spend time with you. I was glad to have this outing as an excuse to,” 

“Goodness me,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing lightly. “I sure am a lucky one, aren’t I?” he sighed in relief, thumbs brushing along your jawline. 

“You sure are,” you jested, grinning up at him. 

Together, you sat in an equal amount of talking and silence, simply enjoying the other's company. Wally became a little less uptight, trying to relax and enjoy the moment more, despite still feeling discouraged over all the things that had gone wrong so far. 

Everything that could go wrong already has now, hasn't it? The hurdles had been passed, and you didn’t seem put off one bit.

He watched you as you animatedly retold a story, hands waving in the air as you explained it to him. You were much too preoccupied to notice the absolutely smitten look on his face, entranced by your every move. 

Until he felt something on his shoulder.

And then something on his other.

And then, a big wet drop hit your forehead.

“Uh oh,” you chuckled, wiping a droplet away and holding out your hand. “Looks like it’s starting to rain. Those clouds sure blow in quick, I didn’t even notice,” you sat up, standing to your feet.

“Oh no,” Wally mumbled, “we’d better get inside before it begins to pour,”

And as if those were the magic words, it did just that.

The sprinkle was swift to turn into a drizzle, and that drizzle soon turned into a shower. It left next to no time for you to get to any proper cover, apart from the tree. 

The leaves of the tree blocked out some of the rain, however you were still getting a little wet. Unsure whether to wait it out or leave, Wally watched the rainfall, disappointed with the way everything just had to turn out.

“Say, maybe we can use the blanket as some extra cover an–”

He was cut off as his foot slid on a patch of slippery mud, leading him down, flat on his back with a grunt. Out in the open, not to mention.

At this point, he couldn’t even bother anymore.

“Are you okay?” you worried, sliding down onto your knee next to him, uncaring toward the mud that got on your clothes.

Wally stared blankly up at the sky, his smile pitiful at this point.

“This is quite the downer, isn’t it?” he uttered.

Wally gazed at you, his eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to escape.

“I messed everything up today, huh? Ha ha,” he forced a chuckle, looking to the side as he lifted an arm to wipe at his face. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I wanted to treat you today, to impress you,” his wet hands covered his face, humiliated.

“I wanted to show you how I love you so deeply, and to ask…” he hesitated. Should he even say it now? He just felt like it would go poorly, anyways. Instead, he sighed, dropping the subject.

“Never mind, all that…” 

His hands fell to his sides, spread out as he accepted his miserable fate. He felt so defeated. Thoroughly, downright destroyed, by now. 

Not a single thing seemed to go his way today. Murphy’s Law was on his tail! From when he grabbed the wrong basket, he smushed the flowers, he forgot to take the weather into account, he slipped and got you both all muddy... What's next?

With how poorly this outing with you has gone, why would you want to go on any more with him?

As he went to apologize to you once more, you beat him to speaking.

“Dance with me,” you said.

Your hand came into Wally’s view, palm up, requesting his.

He met eyes with yours, lost. 

Shouldn’t you be upset with him? Or anything that's not wanting to dance?

“I ruined our date,” he voiced.

“Well, I don’t see it that way,” you disagreed, “I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong. Maybe some mishaps have happened, but…” you trailed off as you looked around, peering back at him.

“I see it as a memorable first date with you,”

“Memorable is one way to describe it, I suppose…” he grumbled. You giggled, shaking your head.

“I mean that in a good way,” you chuckled. “I’ve enjoyed this. A lot. Maybe things didn’t go according to plan, but… sometimes, it’s fun when things go astray,”

“So come on,” 

He stared at you, befuddled by your words. He had been unsure that he could love you any more, but with each passing day, you seemed to prove that assumption wrong.

“Dance with me, Wally. Please?” 

So, timidly, he accepted your hand, standing back to his feet with your help.

His hair was drooped in front of his face, dampened by the rain, as were both of your clothes by now. And yet, you showed no sign of caring. 

Instead, you led him further away from the little cover the tree provided, stopping in the middle of the road. 

“We have no music,” Wally pointed out as you turned toward him, his hands in your own.

“Won’t you sing for me, Wally?” You joked with a giggle. He chuckled weakly, shaking his head.

“You and I both know I’m not the best singer,”

“And yet, you and I both know that’s not what it’s all about,” you begged to differ, “It’s about the enjoyment, and I enjoy the sound of your voice, personally. Plus, you and I both know I’m not the best dancer, but here I am, asking you to dance with me,”

“I think you’re a wonderful dancer,”

“As I think you’re a wonderful singer,”

He opened his mouth to reply, only to close it right back up.

Touché…

He couldn’t come up with any argument for that. So, with an amused huff, he pulled you closer and began to hum a tune for you, leading you into a slow, simple dance.

As you swayed lazily in the street together, Wally could almost feel his tension melt away in the rain. He felt as if his cares had faded, with you in his arms. 

Sure, the picnic was ruined (though it seems that it was from the start), his hair was sopping wet, and his clothes weren’t much different, he could put up with it, if this feeling of tranquility with you is what he gets in return. 

As he continued to hum, Wally lifted his arm, twirling you in the dance and carefully dipping you, smiling as you giggled.

When he lifted you back up out of it, you pulled your grip away from his, leaning against him.

Your arms wrapped loosely around his hips, the man stood still as a statue in your embrace for a moment, before he carefully laid his arms over your shoulders. He’d gotten better, with time. He wanted to improve for you.

“Wally?” you murmured quietly, catching his attention.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Tell me what you were going to say, won’t you?” 

It took Wally a moment to comprehend the meaning behind your words, but soon, he understood. The corners of his lips tugged up a little more, and he gently pulled you closer.

“Well, I wanted to ask you a question, since it had come to my attention we hadn’t spoken about it before,” He said, pulling back slightly to have a better look at you.

“So, I wanted to request of you, if you would please accept me as your significant other,” He murmured, eyes gazing lovingly into yours.

“I’d be glad to, Wally,” you smiled back at him. “I would love nothing more than that,” 

Wally’s smile grew wider. Thunder rumbled gently in the distance, the warm rain continuing to hit against your skin. Both of you were completely drenched by now, soaked, muddy, and yet none of that mattered, with how incredibly content you were in each other’s presence.

“I desire nothing more than that,” Wally hummed, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your own found his wrist, gripping them lightly. 

“You know, my darling,” you hummed, his surname falling from your lips with more meaning. “I’m completely and utterly in love with you, Wally,” 

His lips tugged upwards. 

And that’s all he needed to hear.

Eliminating the little space between the two of you, his lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss, while the rain continued to pelt down around you.

“Same to you, my love,” Wally murmured, forehead pressed to yours.

“Yes!” Julie leaped up, fist pumping the air, rain poncho shielding her body from the rain.

You jumped back from Wally in shock, cheeks flushing deeply with embarrassment.

“Julie!” Frank scolded, yanking her back down behind the bush.

“Sorry!”

FINALLY!!! IT'S HERE!!! I am so sorry for the long wait!!! hopefully this long fic makes up for it!!!

it has been a month since i started this series!!! wow, has it ever flown by!!! thank you to everyone for their support, especially to those of you who have interacted with all of my stuff. I notice you. you pop up in my notifications and i occasionally say aloud, "thank you kittenpickles692" or whatever your strange url may be!!! i do not believe a kittenpickles692 exists, but perhaps i should look into it!!!

but!!! thank you all!!! i really truly appreciate it!!! i won't lie, with how this fic goes, i may consider leaving this 'series' here. what i mean by this though, is the pulling away from the fics following a 'storyline'. i will more likely than not still write these and they will still be considered part of it, but they will be much more random moments instead, bahah! simply different tidbits of your relationship with wally, all in this same 'world' i have written about.

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

alas!!! I believe this is all for now!!! i truly hope that you enjoyed, and i will be back soon!!! likes and reblogs are very appreciated! MWAH!!!

Posted Friday, May 19, 2023, at 11:18 AM

[eris-snow]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Tags: midoriya izuku x gn!reader,angst, breakup, swearing, ft bakugou,

It's been 4 months since your break up with Izuku, and you wish you could get over him. Lucky, you realised, if you could just erase everything from your head.

One word: Lucky.

Pretty pink ribbons and a flash of green. Rosy cheeks and laughter so sweet it chokes you.

Oh.

Your eyes lift to see Uravity greeting Deku with a smile that is brimming with such love that it makes you want to throw up. They're at it again.

The gifts and the bentos are bad enough, but the phone calls, the text messages, the team-ups.

It's everywhere like a plague with medicine; a virus with no vaccine-it's suffocating.

"Oh, Izuku," Uravity's soft voice breaks in, so innocent and perfectly surprised when Izuku brings out a bouquet of roses.

Third time this week but, hey, who's counting?

"These are lovely," She giggles, taking them and inhaling deeply. I'm not going to have enough vases for all the ones you're giving me."

"Then we should hit that florist Friday morning to get some more," Izuku replies easily, green eyes lighting up. "Your morning is free, right?"

"Sometimes I think you know my schedule better than me." Uravity teases. And oh, how vanilla it is to see the Number One flustered by his picture-perfect girlfriend.

You distinctly remember taking interview lessons when in U.A to evade paparazzi advances, but there's no training that can save Deku from being at the mercy of Uravity's words.

He bends his back over for everything with a pulse, but he bends furthest back for his girlfriend because that's who Deku is.

Lucky.

"Shortie?"

Vermillion red meets your blank stare, so you stare back. "Bakugou."

His searching eyes trace your gaze, and he pieces things together like it's elementary.

"It's been 4 months."

Since the breakup.

"You're still not over him-"

"I am."

Bakugou lets out a snort. "Yeah, real over him."

And in a flash, your fingers are grasping his collar and you're dragging his face closer to yours.

"I'm. Over. Him." You hiss.

You give him your most vacant stare, your steeliest tone. "I don't love him. I hate his face, his eyes, and his shitty, sunshine personality. His smile is the most hideous thing that I wish I could scrub from my memory and I hope I can blast my eardrums before I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. Now for God's sake Katsuki Bakugou. Fuck off."

You hope that as you convince him, you'd gaslight yourself.

Bakugou's gaze is unwavering. No softening, no sympathy because hello, this is Katsuki Bakugou. Instead, he stares back unwaveringly, not backing down from your gaze. "Izuku misses you. He wants you back, as a friend."

Your grasp loosens on Bakugou's hero costume, and he adjusts it as he stands back at full height. "Get-together with Class A at the usual bar. Denki shot you a text, said you never replied."

You flop down on the seat of your tiny office, stationed right opposite Deku's.

You were one of the best heroes in the agency, and Deku recognised it. Fuck him, honestly.

"I'm not going." You reply.

"I'm going."

"I don't care."

"I'm knocking some fuckin' sense into you, alright, so dial back the sass." Bakugou growls. "My idiot friends care about you, so suck it up and let them care about you. It's been 4 damn months, so get a grip and move on. Stop trying to cut everything out of your life just because the nerd is there."

A twig snaps. A volcano erupts. Something happens, because your hands are numb and your laugh is bitter.

"They're your friends, Bakugou. I was just the plus-one, the lucky girlfriend, second to Deku. I'm not part of your little clique. I'm not part of your class. I was never meant to be there."

Your eyes cut through his gaze like knives, and if Katsuki looks hard enough, maybe he can see the harsh words are just a mask for your sorrow. A facade to block out the hurt and the isolation for not being the right person.

For being just another lesson, an ex, an outsider to their story.

Maybe, if he looks hard enough, he could see the pain building behind your eyes. "I'm not playing second fiddle to a guy who told me I wasn't enough. He wants to be friends? For such a thoughtful guy, he sure is dense."

Poisoned water in a desert, a peace offering of a patronising smile and victories shoved in front of your face. Haven't you suffered enough?

"Goodbye, Bakugou." You grit out, eyes ablaze. "And don't ever tell me how to run my life again."

The door slams shut, and Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. That breakup really did change you.

Because a little under 5 months ago, he still remembers the way your eyes lit up at Deku's name. The way your eyes would sparkle when you were asked about him, and you would say, honey-sweet.

"I love him. I love his face, his eyes, and his wonderful sunshine personality. His smile is the most beautiful thing in the world that I wish I could tattoo it in my memory and I hope I can keep making him happy so I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. He's great, seriously. I'm the luckiest person in the world."

---

I was feeling toxic today. And hangry.

[ellie-r2]

Crystal and Edwin's sibling dynamic means so much to me and I NEED to see more of it in season 2. Personally he's the younger brother even though he's technically older and she's the older sister to me.

They make fun of each other but also defend the other without hesitation. For example these are some of my favourite scenes of theirs.

The scene where he doesn't know what the internet is and while she laughs she also says she'll explain it to him later (need to see that scene or a fic about this) (episode 1)

When he has the speech of him and Charles not mattering so the cases have to matter and she grabs his hand to assure him that they do (and we know how he is about touch so this is important to me) (episode 1)

When Esther throws Crystal he immediately runs to go and help her (episode 1)

Both of them being frustrated about the vase (episode 2)

Him hiding behind her when he hears that monster from hell in the Devlin house (and she knows he was in hell before) (episode 3)

Him reassuring her that she's good when she's worried she's not because of what David tells her in the episode and saying that demons lie (episode 3)

Her also being protective of him from the Cat King even if it's subtle like her asking what he wanted when Niko said Edwin talked to him (episode 4)

When Richie makes the gay suicide pact comment about Brad and Hunter and Edwin says what and looks worried Crystal briefly looks at him then shuts Richie down after for making a gay joke (episode 5)

Crystal and Edwin giving each other a look and then agreeing to help Monty (episode 6)

When she tells them she lost her abilities and Edwin is worried about her then she mocks his accent but also brings up he's having difficulties with Monty and they leave both Charles and Monty out. Peak sibling behaviour (episode 6)

Small little detail but when she runs up to them after teeth face is gone she leans more to Edwin and touches his back (episode 6)

Another peak sibling behaviour scene is when he apologises but tells her not to get used to it (episode 6)

Her not hesitating also wanting to go to hell to get Edwin out despite the danger because he's her friend (episode 7)

Also the fact that she goes to David for help even though he's abusive just for the slim chance she might save Edwin. Yes, it led to nothing for Edwin but she was still willing to try plus she got her memories back (episode 7)

She didn't hug him after they were back because Niko was hugging him but she did reach out to touch his hand (episode 7)

Him calling her foolish for going after David without them and she tells him it was for him (episode 7)

After the call with her parents he tries to assure her saying there might be an explanation for it (episode 8)

The handshake (episode 8)

When she dresses similarly to him too (think this was kassius and the costume designers idea) (episode 8)

When Esther is choking her yet she still calls out to Edwin to tell him and she's going for him (episode 8)

The hug is also peak sibling behaviour (episode 8)

[vvinirl]

tony. s

warnings: grinding, fingering, oral (fem reviving and male), pet names, backshots, squirting, degradation, praising, overstim, maybe more

if you see any grammar errors you didn’t 🤗

you were watching tv in your apartment with some ice cream, enjoying the night and a little time to yourself as you got a call. you picked up your phone and looked at the caller id. tony stark

you paused your movie and answered the phone, bringing it up to your ear as you spoke, “hello, mr stark?”

“i need you” was all he said as he hanged up. you looked at your phone with your eyebrows raised in confusion and concern. “did he really just hang up on me” you said to yourself but you turned off your tv as you got up and out the ice cream away. you knew you had to go see what he wanted because you weren’t really in the mood to loose your job tonight and plus it wasn’t something weird for tony to do

he has called you before out of nowhere, claiming he needed you but it was just for something like watching tv with him because he didn’t want to be alone or, him calling you because he wanted you to see his new suit he made or the latest invention he made

when you made your way over to his house, you put in the code as the door opened and you entered. the lights were off so you called for jarvis to turn them on. “jarvis turn all lights on”

when the lights turned on you mouth opened slightly because the place looked a mess, there was broken glass and vases shattered, paintings that fell off the wall, and also holes in some walls

“jarvis where is mr stark” you asked. “he is in his room miss y/l/n”

you thanked jarvis as you made your way to tony’s room. the door was already opened so you stepped in and turned on the lights

“mr stark?” you called out to him. he was still in his iron man suit but he didn’t look up at you. “are you okay mr stark?” you asked as you stepped closer to him. he stood up and the mask on the suit opened as he greeted you with a smile

“hey y/n” he said as he laughed and wobbled slightly.

"are you drunk?" you asked like a concerned mother. "no y/n i'm not drunk" he says rolling his eyes. you looked over at his nightstand to see a half opened whiskey bottle. "then what's that bottle doing over there?" you say placing your hands on your hips.

“i didn’t drink it, i only took a tiny little sip” he said and you hummed. “are you sure?” you asked him again. “yes i’m sure, i’m perfectly fine”

you looked at him suspiciously, “you better be, you have a meeting tomorrow at the office”

“honestly y/n i don’t really care about those meetings, everyone can go fuck themselves” tony said as he sat back down on his bed. you sat down next to him and looked at him, “is everything okay tony? i saw what happened on the news today” you say, referring to the fight with the avengers and those hydra super soldiers

“we were so close to defeating them y/n but i missed everything up and they got away” tony said as he put his face in his hands

“why do you even care” he said bitterly as he looked the other way, avoiding your gaze

“i care because you’re my boss and i also need to look out for you because you’re my friend too, if you even consider us that..”

“i don’t need your help, i can take care of myself perfectly fine” he said back to you. “is that why you’re all beaten up and you’re sitting here sulking in this dark room” you replied back to him.

“i don’t even know why i called you here, you can leave”

“really? you want me to leave?” you asked as you raised a brow at him. “yes i want you to leave” he repeated, finally looking at you

“okay i’ll go, but don’t call back and expect me to answer” you said as you got up and made your way to the door.

you were about to leave but stopped after tony call out to you “wait, i’m sorry y/n i didn’t mean that, don’t go please”

you smiled to yourself a little and turned back around to him. “see, you need me”

“don’t get too cocky now miss y/l/n” tony smirked out you. “yeah yeah, let’s get you out of this suit and patched up” you said as tony stood up and his suit opened, he stepped out as you took in his appearance. “you look like shit” you laughed a little a him, “they got you good huh”

“you should see the other guys” he smirked at you as his suit closed up and walked out the room. “that thing is still so creepy” you said and tony rolled his eyes, “that’s my child you’re talking about there”

“still creepy. let’s go get you fixed up”, you said as you went into his bathroom to grab the first aid kit while tony sat on the edge of his bed

when you went in the bathroom it was huge, it was about twice the size of your bathroom, with a black and white marble countertop, a bath tube in one corner of the room and a clear shower in the other. there was also towels hanging up on racks and mirrors that were clearer than your future. you found the first aid kit and went back inside the room

tony sat on the edge of his queen size bed with black sheets as you kneeled between his legs. "can you take off your shirt" you say trying not make eye contact with him. tony looked at you with his eyebrows raised and smirked at you. "please" you added so he would comply

he took his shirt off as you stared at his “heart”, the blue glow of it shining in front of your face. you took out some cotton and rubbing alcohol to put on his wounds. you grabbed his knuckles and held them in your hands as you cleaned them up, he would hissed a little as the alcohol hit his skin

you then moved up to his face and grabbed a cloth and wet it with the bowl of water that was next to you to clean his face. when you were done with his face, you moved down to his stomach and started putting pressure on the bruises. you grabbed his torso with your other hand to keep him steady because he was moving a lot from the pain

"i'm sorry, i'll be done soon" you apologized trying to make it hurt less as much as you could. "it's fine, im fine y/n” he grunted as he grabbed your hand that was on his torso and threw his back from the pain. when you were done, you got up and put the first aid kit away and the other things. you went back into room and saw tony laying back on the bed breathing heavily

“mr stark are you okay, is there anything else i could help with?” you said as you made your way over to him and sat next to him on the bed. “you could stop calling me mr stark, it’s too formal” tony said as he tilted his head to look at you

“well okay then tony, do you need help with anything else?” you asked him again, using his name this time. “maybe.. a blow job” tony said as he give you a innocent little smile

your jaw drop as you stared at him in disbelief, “tony that’s not funny”

“but who said i was joking y/n” tony continued to look at you as you felt your face heating up a little. “i’m gonna act like you didn’t just say that” you looked away from him as you felt him run a hand up your shoulders, caressing your shoulder blades with his thumb

tony sat up as he moved closer to you, hand still on your shoulder he said, “i really could use your help with something y/n”

“and what could that be tony” you said as you turned your head to look at him, both of your faces very close together. you can feel his breath on his face as his facial hair grazes your face

he leans in slowly as his lips graze yours, “we can’t tony” you say as you lean back a little. “why not, why can’t we” he whispered against your lips

“because it wouldn’t be very professional” you said to him as he groans, “says who, who get gets to make that decision?” tony said to you, “i’m the boss aren’t i?”

“yes, you are..” you whispered back to him. it’s not like you didn’t want it either, you just weren’t sure because it’s unprofessional to be sleeping with your boss and what if you loose your job too. so many things to think about but what if you just let loose for a little while

he kisses you slowly and you were surprised but gave into the kiss. you put your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss and he slides his tongue into your mouth as both your tongues fight for dominance. he grabs your thighs and lifts you up as you wrap both of your legs around his hips, straddling him on the bed

his hands move under your shirt as he runs his fingers along your sides, across your stomach, touching you all over. you start to move your hips against his, grinding down on him. “needy already huh?” tony said in between kisses

all you could do was moan in response to him as he placed his hands on your ass, moving you and helping you to grind against his clothed dick. the friction felt so could, you could cum easily right now

his hands tightened on your ass as he grinds you faster and harder against him as he bit down onto your lips, earning a moan from him. before you could think about anything else you came into your panties as your grip around his neck tightened, one of your hand going up to his hair and griped it tightly

“fuck y/n i haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already coming in your panties, that’s so pathetic even for you” tony said against your lip and all you could do was sigh against his lips heavily

he begin to unzip your jeans and then took your shirt off. “come on, lay down for me baby” tony said as he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, he moved to your jeans and slid them off. after discarding your clothes he took his off too and climbed back over you. “let’s see how fast i can make you come again” tony smirked at you as he slid your panties off

he moved his head down to your heat as he kissed your pussy, tasting your juices from when you came while grinding on his lap

he licked a long line up your slit while looking at you. he latched onto your clit and started sucking as you let out a moan due to the pleasure and the way he was swirling his tongue around your clit while sucking on it

he started eating you out as he continued to lick your folds and then inserting his tongue inside you, fucking you with his tongue. “oh fuck tony, right there~” you moaned his name as you bucked your hips forward, slightly grinding your pussy on his face

he groaned into your pussy as he slides his tongue in and out of you, the feeling of his tongue inside you made him harder and harder by the second

you were about to come again as you felt that warm feeling in your stomach return, “i-i’m gonna come tony~” you said through breathy moans as tony only responded with a hum into your cunt

your back arched off the bed as your thighs tightened around his head, squeezing his head as you squirted all over his tongue and in his mouth as it dripped down his chin and the bed

“you’re such a messy fucking little slut, didn’t know you had this side to you y/n” his head tilted to the side in surprise as he give you a small smirk

“now i really wanna see how hard you can come again but on my dick”

tony rammed into your pussy repeatedly, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he hits your g-spot over and over, pulling moans and whines from you as he groaned and cussed under his breath

“you’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good” he said, landing a slap on your ass as you gasped but it turned into a whimpered as he rubbed the area he slapped

“you’re such a whore for fucking your boss, what would happen if people were to find out hm?” he said as he began going faster and faster, his pace not slowing down. all you could do was moan into the pillow as your back arched and grind back to meet his hips

“you’re so fucking needy, taking me so well like a good girl” tony said as he picked you up and your back met with his chest as he begin to rub your clit, earning a whimper from you. he kissed your jaw then your neck as he bit it

“so warm, this pretty pussy is taking my cock so well”

he rubbed your clit faster as he left bites and hickeys on your neck. “fuck i-im gonna come tony~”

“good, will you be a good girl and come on my dick for me baby?” he said into your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe

“mhm” you let out a moan. “come on speak up, i wanna hear you say it”

“yeah i wanna come for you tony!”

“atta girl, you’re doing so good” tony said as he hit that spot inside of you again and you’re already squirting on his cock, you legs shake as you tried to keep yourself up

tony held you against him as he kept fucking you, not stopping. you were starting to feel that feeling again, you knew you were about to come again

“t-tony it’s too much” you said as you bit down on your lip, already feeling overwhelmed and over stimulated

“i know baby but im close, you’re taking me so good, i can’t stop” he said into the crook of your neck as he kept rubbing your clit

“fuck~” you cussed as you came all over again, falling back onto the bed as your legs shook. tony groaned behind you as he pulled out of you

“come on, suck my cock for me baby, wanna see that pretty mouth wrapped around me”

he gripped the back of your head as he shoved his dick in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time was you groaned and gagged around his length

“fuck y/n, just like that” he hissed and threw his head back

you slurped and choked on his dick as your saliva drip down your chin, some dripping down his length and his balls

“just like that, you’re doing so good” tony said as he felt himself about to come

a few more thrust into your mouth and he let out a groan as he came down your throat, still thrusting into your mouth to ride out his high

“fuck that was so amazing y/n” tony said as he leaned down and kissed you slowly, tasting himself on your lips as you moaned into his mouth

“we both gotta get cleaned up now” you said to him as you smiled against his lips

“sure, i wouldn’t mind going another round in the shower” tony replied back as he picked you up bridal style, taking you to his bathroom

[nerdieforpedro]

The Intended determines their Meaning

Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader

My blog overall is for readers 18+. MDNI

Word Count: 1271

Summary: Javier is following through on what his team has proposed optics wise. He’s bought her flowers to illustrate their partnership. The twist? The events of tonight lead him to follow a different plan altogether.

Warnings: Plots by PR teams, ghosts for dates, angst if you squint, bad jokes (did I write it if there’s not at least one?), Javi G being charming and adorable, honorable mention of Javi G’s orange/red shirt from TUWOMT (the debate of that shirt’s true color continues this very day)

Notes: An entry for @morallyinept ‘s Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. I was surprised to have an idea for it but it turns out chatting with your friends in Discord gets the juices flowing. Plus my wonderful friend Grace came up with the initial idea and we each wrote our own versions. This one is mine. I looked up the meaning of the red peonies Pedro was holding in that shot of him and Dakota Johnson for “The Materialists.” I don’t know the name of the character so this said Javi G to me.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Gutierrez Masterlist

This was supposed to be their third date. She was everything that his PR team said he needed for optics right now. Not too young, an actress that people recognize if they think about it for a minute and she’s thin. It’s not Javier Gutierrez’s first preference, but she was nice and their teams worked well together. 

At least he thought she was nice until tonight. It’s an hour after they were supposed to have their date. No calls, no texts, no one from her team saying why she’s not here. He’d bought her an ivory vase with two full bouquets of red peonies in full bloom. He figured it would be a good move to bring these as both teams had agreed to make their relationship public after leaking a few photos on instagram. A curious financially beneficial union that should be a happy life.

Javi’s heart isn’t in this, but he’s beholden to the public eye and their opinions. He’d rather date women that had more substance to them, both to talk about and to them. 

He continues to sit and wait, not expecting her to come after this long. Should he just leave? He decides to check his phone one more time before finishing off his third glass of red wine. His eyes gaze forward and he sees her. Not the woman he was expecting, but a woman who he’d truly want.

She’s sitting at a small table that’s a mirror of his, her hair in a updo with small silver clips holding it up. Her dress is a deep violet, off her shoulders with a deep V exposing much of her cleavage. From what he can see, the dress may have an asymmetrical cut as much of her thick legs are exposed. Her face is downcast similar to his. She may have been waiting for someone too. Javi wonders if she was stood up as well. 

Hey, I don’t see a second place setting. Is she alone too? Maybe we can be alone together. If she would like, if the woman my team doesn’t want anything to do with me, doesn’t that mean I should find someone I would want to be with?

Javier asks the waiter to give her another glass of whatever she was drinking. It looked like a red wine, he wasn’t sure if it was one different from his. He watched as she looks very confused and is trying to tell the waiter that she didn’t order anything like that.

“Oh no ma’am it’s paid for. The gentleman over there sent it.” The waiter explains and points to Javier. He gives a small wave with a matching smile. She smiles back and waives but almost knocks over her wine glass. Thankfully, she catches it and none of it spills. She laughs at herself and apologizes to the waiter, he looked like he was going to cry as he had his hands raised like he was being robbed.

Well she accepted, I think I’ll go over. Say hello in person. She seems sweet and fun. God, I miss having fun. Dating was supposed to fun at some point.

“You’re too stunning to not have something of equal beauty with you at the table.” Gutierrez leads with as he stands opposite her at the table. “Order what you like hermosa. They’ll let me know the tab. Enjoy yourself.” His wide smile never left his face as she watched him walk over, and hand her a large bouquet of red flowers. They’re not roses, she’s seen them before and just doesn’t remember the name. 

“Thank you. For the flowers and the wine.” She stands and Javi takes a step back to see the rest of her: wide stomach and hips with the dress indeed has an asymmetrical cut that goes to the top of her thigh. Across her stomach is a rhinestone butterfly, the tops of the wings cup the bottoms of her breasts as he attempts not to stare. Her lips are a blood orange that reminds him of one of his favorite leisure shirts to wear when he’s home in Spain. Thankfully he was looking at her lips when she spoke so he would pay attention. “I didn’t want to eat alone. Did you want to sit with me? What’s your name?” 

“Javier Gutierrez, honored to make your acquaintance. May I know yours cariño (sweetheart)?” He extends his hand and she shakes it, unsure if it’s the wine or maybe that he just happy he’s not alone and she wants him to sit with her. He pulls out her chair for her to sit and pushes it in as she gives him her name in response. Once he sits, he gets settled and watches as she fixes her napkin back in her lap and takes another sip of her wine. Whispering “perfecto!” under his breath. 

They chat over their shared experience tonight of being stood up. It turns out, hers was a fifth date after a month of seeing each other casually. He had texted, saying he wasn’t going to come and that he would call her. She knew that he’d broken up with her then, but she didn’t want to leave yet. The fresh bread was tasty and so was the wine. Javier simply said that his date did not show up and it likely meant the same as hers, the relationship was over. He wouldn’t get into the PR and logistics, not tonight. 

She asked what kind of flowers they were and if it was really okay that she had kept them. Javier insisted, their original intended didn’t deserve them. Not only because she didn’t come but she likely wasn’t going to give him what the flowers truly mean. The other woman had bestowed a more detrimental theme of peonies by standing him up - shame.

“Someone who is willing to leave a person alone like this without explanation, would not give me a happy life.” Javi explains, she agrees and wonders if they have a different meaning for her. 

“I don’t know if I can give you a happy life either. We just met Javier.” Her nervous giggle informs him that his explanation may have been a bit serious given how they’ve come together. 

“For you bonita (beautiful), the peonies do have a different meaning. I was hesitant to come over to the table. It looked like you were waiting for someone too and I didn’t want to intrude but I also didn’t want to miss an opportunity either.” He asks the waiter for a bottle for the table and their soup arrives with more bread. Javier hands her the butter so she can put it on her bread. “I’m also still nervous that I could mess this up at any point. And please, call me Javi. It's been a while since I’ve met someone I’ve genuinely liked so I’m bashful.”

“Quite the charmer you are, Javi. You’re definitely not messing anything up. You’re not the only one who’s nervous. I’m having a wonderful time and we haven’t even made it to dessert yet!” They both laughed at her attempt at a joke and continued the evening. Chatting, eating, drinking and laughing. Relaxed and without a care for them both.

Javier Gutierrez could just be on a date with a beautiful woman, maybe have a second of third with her. Maybe show her his shirt that’s the same color as her lipstick. Maybe find out what movies she enjoys and if he’s seen them, does she like Nicolas Cage movies? If she does, he may just swoon.

So many things and possibilities.

Debaters of the true color of Javi’s orange/red/dash of yellow shirt 👕: @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @tinytinymenace @readingiskeepingmegoing @bitchwitch1981

@inept-the-magnificent @tinytinymenace @yourcoolauntie @rhoorl @megamindsecretlair

@soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @saturn-rings-writes @604to647 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@trulybetty @alltheglitterandtheroar @connectioneverywhere @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

[written-with-blue-ink]

How about some headcannons for Kaeya and his Traveller!S/O? (Featuring a Paimon cameo ofc)

I just like the idea that traveller (and those close) can use waypoints to be in multiple nations within a day. Just finished Sumeru commissions? Let's go to Good Hunter for lunch!

And that's exactly how Kaeya can get his knightly duties done and accompany his S/O. I'd also imagine he makes up some excuse that he's acting a diplomat for Mondstat..

Regardless I personally have dragged Kaeya around Teyvat like a child drags around their favorite blanket. The man has been EVERYWHERE. From Enkanoimiya to the Jade Chamber he's starting to rival Diluc's own travels.

As a fellow Kaeya main, agreed. This man has never left my team and I have gone to every nation in Teyvat with him. Kaeya Mains/Simps unite. I didn’t come up with a lot, but here are some ideas I did have (: 

Kaeya traveled with you to Liyue but he had to return once you had to go to Inazuma. He has responsibilities in Mondstadt, he can’t be gone forever when his army is already absentee. 

He doesn’t understand how the hell you managed to get the monuments around the map to work as teleporters

All he does know, teleporting makes his stomach flip and he hates it (but he’ll never tell you that)

The good thing about it though is being able to hold you close to his chest for the teleportation to work.

He does love the opportunity to take you to nice places though, he’s gone to several of the nations on business trips and negotiations so when you bring him to say, Fontaine, expect nice crepe shops or fancy French restaurants treated by him. 

Kaeya is also 1000000% a shopper, has an eye for fashion, and gift giving is his language so both of you can spend an afternoon in different nation’s shops trying on outfits (and Kaeya will buy them for you as gifts for a later date)

He also buys gifts for friends in Mondstadt if he’s spending the day for you (which you don’t mind, they’re your friends too after all)

Diluc at this point has several Sumerian Vases in all sorts of colors, patterns, and cultures

It also makes his life easier if you send him to nations for conferences or business meetings, saves a few days of travel, and can get there almost instantly. Plus, he'll spend all his free time with you

His favorite thing though is when you surprise him with some special date. A picnic in Inazuma, overlooking the sunset over the city, a private night in King Deshret’s tombs, or scuba diving in the reefs of Fontaine, whenever you plan something special, his heart fucking melts. 

[in-halingstardust]

Hsr male matchup plz

Mild-medium is good

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

I ALSO FORGOT TO QUE I am so sorry. I did not forget about you!

Also ehler danalos sucks, I'm so sorry that you sister gets migranes also, my family also has chronic issues that make it difficult to go through life normally!

Anyway! I'm going to paire you with Argenti!

You both are in pursuit of something greater than itself. A distraction from the world maybe, but a principle connects both in this relationship 

It’s not complicated. Really. The first thing that attracted Argenti to you was your voice, especially when you sing. He loves it when you sing. Though never ask him to duet, music is one subject he is quite terrible at. 

Your relationship with him is basically him courting you until you feel comfortable enough. He brings you different types of flowers, not only roses, and explains each individual meaning. Oh, this week's bouquet means longevity, happiness and heart. I thought it fit well with the theme of summer, he says snipping off the roots before placing them in a vase. 

Lots of long talks over the phone. Lots of enjoying each other's company. Nothing too hardcore, maybe a nice performance that Argenti would find and no one else. For real, I feel he find the most strangest, yet professionally good, orchestra concerts known to man.

Surprisingly, not that much PDA. Everything he has for you is shown within the privacy of your own enviroment. Soft, chaste kisses, the way he fiddles with the end of your hair and a comforting hand against your arm.

A little spicy -> He likes tugging on your lips in between kisses. Really enjoys how red they turn and the way you look flustered.

[amourtoken]

I am disgustingly obsessed with the idea of Ari drilling my shit and throwing me around like a rag doll but I also love thinking about doing ‘corny’ couple shit with him. Especially if you’re younger than him, he is doing everything in his power to make sure you know that this is how you deserve to be loved (obsessively and unapologetically). He adores nothing more than being able to feel you cuddle up to him after a long day of work, going on cutest little cafe dates w/ you as he keeps a strong hand on your plush thigh, watching you do your makeup/skincare/try on new clothing. He has the sweetest nicknames for you and his accent makes the warmth spreading throughout your face even worse. He has your coffee order memorized and never fails to bring it to you even when you don’t ask. He has a constant eye on you and his habit of displaying casual dominance shows others that you’re his pretty girl.

“have you seen my girl?” “my girl and sage went out together awhile ago” ON THE TOPIC OF SAGE, my heart melts at the idea of getting along so easily with his siblings, parents and friends that they can’t help but understand the undying love Ari has for you, they’re constantly asking about you if you’re not home when they visit. Basically asking him “where’s your other half?”

This makes my chest ache btw

becoming so fucking intertwined within his life that people automatically cannot think of his name without picturing you??? Crying.

Yeah he can get gross but a relationship is nothing without the softie stuff and HE DELIVERS!!! if there were a quiz on your life he'd score 100 + extra credit. He knows every single restaurant you like and your order from them, how you like your coffee (or tea if you're not a coffee person), exactly what size you wear in specific brands so he doesn't have to ask before getting you gifts, your skincare/self care brands, all of it. He makes sure you're always provided for and never out of anything, he's also the type of guy to make sure you have fresh flowers in a pretty vase in your shared kitchen every single week cause the first time he got you flowers the smile that spread across your face was permanently etched into his brain and now he has to keep up the tradition.

it makes him weak when you get along with his friends and family, it makes him feel complete. You feel damn near as comfortable with Scott and the rest of the 59 team as you do Ari and he trusts them to take care of you the same way he would if he's not around. Plus, you get along great with Sage and you two hang out any time Ari's busy and you don't wanna be home alone. You've got tons of pics together and it's sweet to both him and Scott :(

Like the flowers, Ari makes a POINT to take you on a real date at least once a week. Even if it's just dinner at a small place you like, he never wants to stop romanticizing your relationship and treats you just like he did when you first got together. You fill his heart and he wants to show you. Coming back from your dates and getting to cuddle on the couch while watching some corny show you introduced him to is the highlight of the evening, he'll hold you close or entirely in his lap and the feel of you pressed against his body is an instant anxiety reliever. As long as he has you, everything is gonna be fine.

[toriaurorawriter15]

I can see you: A Polin Instagram Chapter 6- The Invitation

Penelope Featherington, You are welcome to join the Bridgeton annual family reunion. On behalf of Lady Violet Bridgeton and our host, Kate Shawarma-Bridgeton, we kindly invite you to stay at Riverside County Villa.

Guests should bring enough outfits for the weekend of August 24.

Lord Anthony Bridgeton will take care of all the expenses.

Please do not let anyone else know about this invite unless the person is in a relationship with you or engaged.

Please RSVP at this address. LadyKateBridgetion@gmail.com

Receiving a paperless invite for the annual Bridgeton family reunion through her email is a dream come true for Penelope. She has always wanted to go to one since she first heard about the reunion from Benedict.

The Bridgeton Family reunion is a private event that only a few were allowed to attend, and this event is based on invitation only.

It is one of the events Eloise dreads but never subjects her best friend to attending.

Penelope isn't sure why she couldn't go to the previous thirteen.

Yet, she remembers Eloise stating that Anthony doesn't allow people outside of their family to join due to a situation between Ben's college friends and a broken vase in XXXX at some expensive resort in London.

Eloise's explanation is strange because every sibling talks about inviting her, but she never receives one. Until now

The excitement of attending her first annual family weekend with her favorite people has made Pen want to shop for the occasion.

In her mind, she lists several outfits she needs for this weekend.

A new swimsuit for Friday's night pool party, a formal dress or two for the first dinner- Oh! Maybe she can invite the Bridgeton sisters to go shopping with her. Yes, that is what I should do!

Penelope finished her train of thought with a smile upon her ecstatic face as she looked at the invite one last time on her phone before bringing up her text messages.

She looks up her contents and sends a group message to Eloise, Daphane, Francesca, Hyacinth, and Kate before adding Edwina's name to the chat for moral support.

Aug xx, Monday at 10:00 am.

Pen: I just received the Bridgeton family invite. Is anyone interested in going shopping for the reunion today for this weekend?

Edwina: OMG. I just got the first invite to the reunion! Thanks, Didi!

Hyacinth: No!!!! I wanna go! I can't! I am just finishing up my last finals for the week. She texts a Crying emoji followed by a purple and pink heart.

Pen: Aw, Hy! Don't worry. Maybe next time!

Hyacinth: Sends two girls with short hair and black leotards.

Kate: It took some convincing Ant. but you both are considered part of the family. Plus, this tradition needs a bit of revamping. Don't you think?

Pen: Thank you, Kate. I greatly appreciate the invitation.

After sending her a message, a different text message chat opens up.

10:04 am. Private message from Edwina S.

Edwina: Yes, Pen! I most definitely can go. Do you want me to help you catch a singletravelman's eye? A smirk emoji.

The realization that Pen is meeting Colin Bridgeton for the first time after her drunk Instagram message is mortifying. There is no way in hell she can do this! So she panicly responds.

Pen: OMG! I forgot he will be there. Do you think Kate would mind if I declined the invite?

Edwina: Don't you dare! Didi had to work hard to get her husband to invite us. Plus, I know you are just saying this because you are feelin insecure. Pen, don't let it prevent you from living life.

Pen sends a disappointed emoji and sighs emoji.

Edwina: Pen, think of this faith! It is just like all those romance stories you like to write. Maybe it might be a sign to take a chance on wooing him.

The romance writer knew that Edwina was right. The only way to know if Colin might be interested in knowing her as a friend is by interacting with him. So she sends back,

Pen: Okay. Just don't tell anyone about my crush on Colin. The last thing I need is the Brdigetion siblings teasing me.

Embarrassment washed over Pen's face as she pictures Ben teasing her with some child's play riddle of first come love, then come marriage- Pen erases the thought of Ben's teasing from her creative mind as Edwin's reply comes forward.

Edwina: Don't worry, Pen, I gotcha!

Pen's smile grows large from seeing Edwina's supportive message before entering their group chat.

11:03, the Bridgeton girl's D-H group chat plus Edwina. Kate: Np. As for shopping, I wish I could go. A sorrowful emoji.

Eloise: No thank you! I am passing. Besides, we shouldn't be buying from those awful fast fashion places.

Pen wanted to laugh.

After all, she knew Eloise was holding back on her political views because her sisters couldn't stand her rants about how bad their world was. Still, Pen knew that her best friend would be sending her another article today on her point of view on shopping matters.

Kate: This will be my first time helping Lady Violet with the family reunion. Therefore, I can't go. Have a good time on my behalf.

Daphane: A girl's day! A happy emoji. Count me in. I need some TLC. She inserts two pink heart emojis.

Edwina: My answer is yes.

Fanny: Sorry, I am still in Scotland. My plane ticket from Scotland isn't until Thursday night.

Pen: It's okay, Fan. See you later today, Dap and Edwina!

Franny: Bye!

Daphane: Yes!!!! Bye. A lady in a red dress dancing emoji.

Edwina: On my way, now!

Pen closes her text message as she starts getting ready for the shopping.

It has been a while since she has gone out with the girls. Yet, she can't wait to see what she has found tonight.

Perhaps Colin will see her as something more.

Only time will tell. Previous Chapter

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 12 >:3

Pre-show:

WE MADE IT TO THE FINALE

TOOK ME MONTHS BUT WE’RE HERE 🔥🔥🔥🔥

can’t think only react

So excited

Reaction:

Oooooh synopsis are you telling me we’re gonna heist the ✨insurance company✨ hehehehe

shit wait we’re starting there?????

OH SHIT

ok ok soooooo Nate is drunk (maybe???? possibly???? most likely????), he almost shot a dude (past boss????), past boss offered shrimp and Nate just went “I do like shrimp”

Bro?????? Is this a flashback????

They don’t give a time or date tho….keeping it mysterious for plot reasons I guess (<- is grumbling about it)

WAIT

SOPHIE

SOPHIE IS HERE

YIU MOTHERFUCKER

LEVERAGE YOU DIDNT

HOW DARE YOU NATE DONT YELL AT SOPHIE

they staged an intervention whilst giving him heist of his dreams 🤧 like a “hey, broski, your drinking problem sucks…..wanna get at the man who ruined you?”

ELIOT WITH GLASSES YES

ohhhhhh so this is why it’s called the 1st David Job

“While you are well-versed in dead guy art, I am not” I love you so much Alec 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Oooooh pretty art

Ummmmm sketchy basement????

omfg the vases 👀👀👀👀👀

Bro just let him take a photo????? Rookie mistake

Awwwwww let Parker play with the little naked man 🥰

Lmao Sophie does not need you to tell her how to heist a guy, Nate 🤭 so silly, maybe if you drank some water—

Oh ho! You calling the pope a heathen 😂 in front of an alleged Vatican archivist 😂 you got balls man

Mag????? THE EX WIFE?????

WHAT

WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?????? Girlie why are you in a party hosted by the ceo of the company that killed your son??????

Parker is meeeeeeeeeeee

SOPHIE 😂😂😂😂

Oh dear…..Maggie what are you doing????

SOPHIE 😂😂😂😂😂😂

It’s what….15 minutes???? jfc

Alec turned the fucking statue 💀💀💀💀💀

“Breakfast jambalaya” well now I’m hungry

YEEEEE MY PARKER/ALEC HEART

awwwwwwww he wants to talk about it 🥺🥺🥺 I’m ok T^T totally

ELIOT 💀💀💀 YOU DID NOT

Love my chaotic, smart Parker 🥰

ok, so, question: they mention that Nate’s ex-wife meets him to talk about when the priest got attacked in the Miracle Job, but now it’s like the team never met her before???? sorry it’s been awhile but I’m a little confused. Shouldn’t Sophie already know what she looks like???? Bc she made the “she’s pretty” comment here like idk sorry I’m might be overthinking this?

Lmaooooooo SOPHIE

ELIOT IS DONE LMAOOOOO

Parker don’t throw the David!!!!!

?????

Ok does the ex-wife care as in she wants to get back together or care as in “we used to love each other and while it isn’t the same now I still care for you like an old friend cares”? bc I really want option 2

Eliot why would you bring up the ex-wife again????

Sophie……girlie what are you doing???? She looks so excited and idk whether to be concerned or not

Oooooooh parents are talking

Lmao that door does not help at all, plus it has windows???? The trio’s still there this is not a private combo lol

oh shit she doesn’t know 🫢

Nate/Sophie 🥺🥺🥺🥺 why are they so soft stop it

Fuck up the company please 🙏🏻

TEXACO?????

Wait bro what’s the new plan???

Alec lmao 😂 bringing out the pen, making the pilot panic

you not a fan of heights 👀 ironic

ALEC 💀💀💀

“FAA! he’s a hardass” 😂😂😂😂

ALECCCCC WTF

BRO THE PILOTS ARE STILL THERE

My thoughts on what the pilot’s are thinking: “fucking FAA….stupid new regulations….wait, why is he putting that on his head??? What’s with that briefcase???? Who is he talking to???? What’s with the statue????….fucking FAA…”

Ah fuck it’s option 1….dammit

YEAH NATE PUNCH HIS ASS

OH SHIT

WHO WAS THAT GET THAT CAMERA AWAY

And of course this is just halfway

YES ELIOT WAIT FUCK

WHOMST

WAIT ALEC BB NOOOO HES JUST A MAN LEAVE MY MAN ALONE

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE??????

PARKER FUCK

LEAVE HIM ALONNNNNE

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BOY

FUCKUNG CROWLEY LOOKING DUDE BETTER NOT HARM PARKER

YES ELIOT FUCK HIM UP BREAK HIS KNEES

“I’ll come alone” fucking liar >:(

Sophie…….no girlie……..

Sterling please don’t hurt my Nate/Sophie please…..dont 🥺

He’s keeping Parker???? You bitch

Fuck 🫠 so stressed rn

Please tell me this episode isn’t over 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Ok ok not over 🥺 but still stressed

Nooooooooo Sophie/Nate please!!!!! You can’t hurt each other 🤧🤧🤧🤧 it’s not allowed!

Lmao you put it on the the edge of the roof, very classy girlie

ALEC!!!! BABY T^T

Parker should kill him, for funsies

Eliot should kill all of the lackies, for funsies as well • Hahaaaaaa so stressed

Girlie don’t you dare jump

GIRLIE WHAT

FUCK THEM ALLL UPPPPPP BOYS

I mean….they could cut the line????

Eliot you good??? Are his ribs still broke?????

Ok so episode is close to ending….everything seems well…but this is a 2-parter????

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” “You’re fired” said it like a true villain to his henchman 😎

ALEC BRO BADASS BUT STILL THE HQ????

Lmaooooo talking shit, piglet?

OHHHHHHHHH THE SHOT IS JUST LIKE THE PILOT!!!!! THEY’RE DIUNG A PARALLEL OF HOW THEY MET WHEN THEY WERE BARELY A TEAM AND NOW PRESENT TIME WHERE THEY ARE A FAMILY OH MY GOD!!!!

EVEN THE SCATTER WAS LIKE THE PILOT AHHHHHHHHHH

Final Thoughts:

[echonk3]

999 Week 2023 - Akane

hi hello my body wants to die on me but i got this written. from the view of a crash keys employee bc i thought it'd be kinda funny considering we don't really get the employee side of the place explored

The funny thing is, you’ve never met one of your bosses. You’ve met Aoi Kurashiki who warned you that you were getting into some weird and sorta shady shit, but you needed a job, this paid well and you made use of your degree. And turns out it is a pretty decent job. High amount of collaboration with others, but most are good people. Plus the company gives you decent offtime and chips in for the good coffee supplies. Yet you’ve never met Akane Kurashiki

Aoi’s brash, a bit awkward and very much determined when a goal is set. After that interview with him, you sometimes see him around the place, whether it be putting some obviously homemade vases and mugs around to “liven the place up”. You guys may be an… odd company, setting up a death game to apparently keep his sister, the other boss, alive in a convoluted way but again, it’s a decent job and even if the boss may be a bit insane, it’s fine. Though, after the Mars Test Mission, things did seem to change. While a success on all your parts, you were given a much weirder mission that you’ve all been working towards, and so do the new additions to the office. People you recognize from the last few major missions and the newly-collaborated-with SOIS, all with different opinions on the other boss.

Phi from the Mars Mission says she’s manipulative, Junpei from the Nonary Game and the Mars Mission agrees but loves her nonetheless, Carlos from the Mars Missions just laughs and calls her hardworking and dedicated to the people she’s cares about, and Ms. Kashiwabara just says she reminds her a bit of her daughters who you see around sometimes. Heather from the department that makes sure Crash Keys stays largely hidden from the public says that she’s pretty nice, a bit odd and awkward but then again you could probably describe the whole company as that. 

On the monthly company-wide meeting (it isn’t the largest company after all, even if part of the staff are there over screens), at the front, is the lady you’ve only seen photos of wearing casual business attire, standing side-by-side with the boss. Both bosses. 

You and Luz, who’s in your department, share a look. Your department hasn’t really seen her outside of a few. So this out of nowhere? On the company meeting that happens every month?!

You take a seat. So do the others. You watch as others join. And then everybody’s in and it starts.

“Welcome everyone!” she says with a smile. You know some of the things she had done. You know that smile is likely hiding something. “Sorry if some things are a bit less smooth today, I’m trying my hand at this for the first time.”

She lets out a little laugh that the others reciprocate. Aoi has a small smile watching his sister that continues to stay as she continues with the slideshow she has up, with little fumble actually. It goes oddly well, as if Aoi was the one doing this as usual. She’s serious, her smile gone and a steel in her eyes, especially as the mission about the religious fanatic comes up. Her nails dig into her palm as she starts to describe the plans for the future, and the possibilities if they, if we fail. She talks about your family, your friends, just the innocent people you meet on the street and how they’ll die if you don’t reach the goal.

And then she brings in Sigma to talk more about the future and then minutes later it’s Phi. Akane is looking away from them, avoiding their faces until it’s her turn to talk again. And back is the smile and more casual tone, empathetic instead of full of anger and determination.

You’re reminded of what you were told about her. She’s manipulative, nice and something in-between with varying personality accounts.

“And that should be all for today! Thank you for dealing with me!” 

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 3

My Blurb: So i took some creative liberty with the Performance Center. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cor Meum = My Heart (Latin)

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None

Tagging: @pioched​​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​​ @pikapuff316​​​  @moxskitten​​

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Claire burst into my office causing me to jump and nearly spill my coffee. My glare turned to confusion when I looked up as she held the door open for a delivery man to bring in a vase of flowers. “Ms. Hutchinson?” he asked, glancing at his clipboard. 

“That’s me,” I walked around my desk to sign the paper he held out before handing me the vase and heading out of my office. The flowers were beautiful; roses, lilies and carnations in a variety of pinks paired with green chrysanthemums and other greenery I didn’t recognize. I set them on my desk and pulled the card from its holder, “Have a great monday, Ridge”. I grinned like an idiot as I leaned down to smell them, only to be reminded by a throat clearing that Claire was still in my office. 

“So I take it the date with muscle man went very well?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I blushed before returning to my chair. 

“We had a great time, he was sweet and romantic. He set up dinner at a gazebo on the water. He was a gentleman, pulled out my chair, opened doors, walked me to my apartment, and brought flowers.” I smiled, running my finger along one of the petals.

Claire smiled again, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk, “so no ungentlemanly behavior?” 

“It was all very chaste.” I grinned back at her and was rewarded with an eye roll from my assistant. 

“We have got to get you away from editing the historical romances for a while.” she grumbled but I could see the gleam in her eye. “Are you taking him to the wedding?”

I scrunched my nose up at her question, “I don’t know, things are still kinda new, wouldn’t that be weird? Plus I think the assumption was that it would be Astaire coming with me.” 

“She’s your friend, I'm sure she realized by now that’s not happening anymore. Plus imagine the look on Astaire’s smug face when you show up with Mr. Muscles.” Clarie sighed dramatically and fanned herself, standing and heading out of the office when she heard the phone on her desk ringing. 

“He has a name!” I yelled after her before opening my phone to send a message to Ridge.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful! *heart eyes emoji*”

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I grinned at the text from Lyssa, it had been a split second decision to send her flowers this morning. Remembering the look on her face when I gave her the bouquet before our date made me want to do it again. I hit reply, sending her a quick message.

“You're very welcome.” 

“How’s promo day going?”

“Lots of snarling at the camera and keeping track of Butch.”

“Haha, still good for tonight?”

“Absolutely, I should be finishing up when you get here. Gotta go, our turn again.”

I stuck my phone in my back pocket and grabbed Butch, dragging him to the studio again. We were all filming promos for the upcoming PPV and getting new headshots done. Lyssa was coming by after work and I was going to show her around the PC. Her eyes had lit up and she’d almost squealed with excitement when it was brought up. I was pretty much willing to do whatever she wanted as long as she kept smiling at me, I was in serious trouble and I knew it. Sheamus gave me a hard time, but as a newlywed he didn’t have much room to talk when it came to women.

We wrapped up a few hours later, I walked out with Butch and Sheamus to meet Lyssa in the parking lot. She had texted when she left work and should arrive shortly. Sure enough, her blue car pulled in as Sheamus was pulling out. She beamed when I opened her door, greeting me with a hug the second she stepped out.

“I never thought I would be excited to see a gym.” She admitted, slinging her purse over her shoulder after tossing the keys in it. 

I chuckled, “Well it’s pretty impressive, there’s lots of other rooms for promos, videos and stuff too.” 

“You aren’t going to get in trouble for showing me are you? Isabella said she hasn’t even been here.” Lyssa slid her hand into mine, gripping tightly as we headed to the entrance. 

“Nah, there’s usually a family member or two being shown around. Isabella has probably never been because Sheamus is a jealous guy. Doesn’t want anyone hitting on what’s his.” I grinned at her, loving the way she rolled her eyes at my statement. 

“Oh, and you don’t get jealous?” She smirked back at me. 

“I’m more of a show off what I have kinda guy.” I replied with a wink, entering the first door that led to the gym area.

“That explains why you are never wearing sleeves.” She ran her hand up my arm slowly, grinning when she reached the edge of the tanktop, before tracing back down and capturing my hand again. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

I barely managed to contain a groan, I was quickly becoming addicted to her hands on me. I pulled her closer, turning so that our bodies were almost flush. I pulled the hand holding mine to my mouth, kissing it gently, “Careful cor meum…”

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I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a second, before my body reactivated when his lips touched my hand and it felt like the temperature rose 30 degrees. I couldn’t stop staring at Ridge, Nothing was touching but our hands but it felt like an electric current was zapping between our bodies. I licked my lips, attempting to relieve the sudden dryness, watching the way his eyes picked up on the movement. I opened my mouth to ask him what cor meum meant and why it made a warmth wash over my body. 

“Hey Holland! Who’s the pretty little thing you have trapped over there?” A voice interrupted me and I felt Ridge tense beside me, turning to see two guys heading towards us from the entrance. It took me a minute but I recognized them as members of Legado Del Fantasma.

“Nothing you two could handle,” Ridge retorted, his hand dropping mine and wrapped around my waist. “Lyssa, meet Joaquin and Del Toro.” I waved, snuggling into Ridge’s side. 

“Like you handled Imperium last week?” I was pretty sure that was Del Toro.

“A loss to Imperium is nothing when it's a good fight, I think the crowd fell asleep during yours.” Ridge shrugged before turning to me, effectively dismissing whatever they were about to say in return. “You ready for the tour?”

I smiled at him, nodding and letting him lead me away. We spent the next couple hours roaming around the building, me asking questions about different rooms or equipment and him explaining it to me in detail. It was clear wrestling was his passion and he took great pride in it. We finally circled back around to the room connected to the gym that had a couple of practice rings in it. 

It was empty and I ran my hands over the ring apron. I had never seen a ring this close and it was different then I had imagined. Ridge easily hopped up and sat on the middle ring rope, lifting the top one up. “Come on” he held a hand out to me and I quickly grabbed it, letting him haul me up and guide me through the ropes until I was standing inside the ring. 

“This is bouncier than I expected,” I tested bouncing a little on the balls of my feet. 

Ridge laughed, “A lot of people think that. The padding depends on the kind of match you’re going to have. Sometimes they pad it a little more when the high fliers get in the ring.”

“Or when you send someone flying?” I questioned, he shrugged in response. I put my hands up in a fight position. “I could totally take you.” 

Ridge raised an eyebrow at me, “I’m easily three times your size.” 

“So? I’m fast and I have a secret weapon.” I replied lightly punching his arm. 

He laughed before putting his hands up to match my stance, “What’s your secret weapon?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret.” I stuck my tongue out, dancing away when he made a quick lunge to grab me. We went back and forth like that for a while. I was aware he wasn’t trying his hardest but I appreciated it all the same. I would get close enough to lightly kick or punch him and he would attempt to grab me. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” My sentence ended in a squeal when he grabbed my waist and very gently belly to belly suplexed me to the mat. 

“What’s this about a secret weapon, I’m about to pin you.” Ridge leaned over me with a gleam in his eye. 

Smiling, I reached up and grabbed head, pulling his face to mine and pressing my lips to his. He froze for a fraction of a second before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Somehow I wound up straddling his lap, crushed tightly to his chest and he deepened the kiss. I had done it as a knee jerk reaction to his taunt but found myself getting lost in the way his lips moved over mine. We finally broke away when I shifted in his lap and rubbed against something very hard causing him to groan. 

“Ignore that,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I was pleased to see that he was breathing as heavily as I was. I started to reply but was stopped by Ridge’s body tensing under mine. I looked at him to see him glaring over my shoulder at something. “We’re leaving.” he quickly pulled me up, readjusting himself discreetly. 

“Why?” I looked around, confused by his sudden change. That’s when I realized there was a window between the gym and the ring area. Wilde and Del Toro were in the gym, quite clearly watching us. 

“They’ve been watching us the whole time.” his arms were tense as he lifted me off the ring apron. “And if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin at his sudden protectiveness. “I thought you weren’t a jealous guy?”

“Apparently I am where you’re concerned.” he grumbled, shooting a glare at the two wrestlers before leaving the room. 

“It’s kinda hot,” I whispered, blushing when he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. 

He pulled me close to him, leaning down until his lips were almost touching mine before whispering,  “You’re going to be the death of me cor meum.” and then closed the gap with another searing kiss. 

[dreamingon-forever]

My Written Works

Hi! If you've been following me for my Levihan fanfics and have been waiting for an update, don't worry! I'm working on them whenever I find time. Unfortunately I'm in the middle of testing season so it is harder to find time to work on anything at the moment. But I really didn't want to leave you all hanging for too long either as I've been massively thankful for all the love and support you've shown to me and my writing so far. So I want to give a mini preview of the works I have going on at the moment (Plus a snippet of the work I'm planning on dropping after finishing Black Tea is Fine.)

Current works:

Black Tea is Fine: Chapter 13

As her eyes adjusted to the morning grogginess, she squinted at the form connected to her, trying to make out the shape holding her down without the proper visionary aid from her glasses. But she didn't need her eyewear to make out the familiar mop of raven-hair belonging to the man sleeping next to her; a peaceful look gracing the sleeping man's features, easing away the usual creases formed between his eyebrows. His dark under eyes caused by recurring bouts of insomnia slightly lighter as the sleep alleviated them, his lightly parted lips letting out soft and barely perceptible snores as he slept away peacefully, completely tuned out from the awakening world around him. His percaline white skin glowing under the golden lights of the morning as he slept with one arm as a pillow, the other gently wrapped around her abdomen.

Unexpected Co-Parents: Chapter 2

"Hange, are you ok-". He stopped in his tracks as he caught the cat in question meowing discouragingly at the scattered flowers on the floor. Longing clear in its one working eye as it stared dejectedly at the scattered arrangement on the ground. The clear vase that used to house the assortment of flowers now littering the wooden floors, its shards reflecting colourful rainbows upon his pristine white walls in multiple directions. In the silence that followed, the feline nuzzled at one of the brighter flowers closest to her before slowly bringing it to the man. All the while carefully avoiding the pieces of glass on the ground before placing the frail fauna into her human companion's hand. And with it, looking at him with a pleading look.

"Meow..." She mewed at him.

And instantly he understood what his furry companion was trying to get across to him.

"You want to go see your friend?" He finally asked. "You want to see Captain again?"

Captured at First Glance, Immortalized at a Second

Levi Ackerman, a renounced photographer had been friends with ecologist Hange since they were young. And that was the only way he could ever see her as despite Hange having confessed her love for him during their high school years. Unfortunately, love isn't always reciprocated, and instead of returning his childhood friend's sentiments, Levi ends up falling for her half-sister Petra instead. As separation and new life events lead them into different life paths during their teenage years, severing their ties with each other along they way, they end up meeting once again as adults for Mike and Nanaba's wedding. Where Levi is suddenly confronted with the possibility of having lost on the love of his life when he realizes he'd been in love with Hange all along.

[randomoranges]

fits as au and canon

finally, the third and last idea from that one song from the other day lamao

Bright Red Lipstick  [And We’ll All Sing Along]

  It’s the last holiday show and Kate is a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she’ll miss the fanfare of the holiday bonanza and presenting these particular numbers, but on the other, she can’t wait to find her usual costumes and put every rendition of All I Want for Christmas and Santa Baby behind her. She loves her friends who work with her dearly, but she’s officially reached her limit. She’s tired and exhausted, but she’s also very much well aware that in a week’s time, she’ll miss the vibrant backstage atmosphere and the thrill of performing. It’s her yearly conundrum and she’s far too used to it to do anything about it.

  Kate makes sure her wig is ready, before she brings it up to her vanity mirror to see how it looks. So far, the hair clips with the decorative holly are holding up nicely and they really make the wig look festive. She’s about to start on her makeup, figuring she can ask one of her friends to help her with the zipper on her dress, when there’s a very distinctive knock at her door. She puts her cream down and walks over to the door, opening it to reveal her boyfriend.

  How it is that Étienne manages to sneak backstage time and again is beyond her, but she’s ever so pleased to see him and she ushers him in, closing the door behind them both. She supposes that by now, most of her friends have at least ran into Étienne once and there is the fact that Étienne can be very persuasive and charismatic when he wants to, even if the fact remains that he shouldn’t sneak around backstage. But, she’s not about to complain, if it means that she can have a few more minutes with her beau.

  For starters, it isn’t every day that her boyfriend can come and see her perform, despite what they would both like and the fact that he’s here, for the last show of the holiday special, does give her an extra boost of energy. After tonight, she’ll be off until her birthday and she’ll get to spend that time with her beloved Étienne. She’s definitely looking forward to that.

  “These are for you, my dear,” Étienne says, holding out a bouquet of flowers like he always does when he comes to see her shows. She pretends that she’s flustered by the gesture, if only for the sake of appearances, but she still retrieves the vase she keeps under the vanity for such occasions and fills it with water from the adjacent sink. She places the flowers on the side of her dresser and looks at them for a moment, smiling softly.

  “I hope I’m not bothering you in your preparation,” Étienne mentions and she dismisses him with a hand as she returns to her mirror. There’s a reason she arrives extra early to prepare. Well – there are many reasons as to why she arrives early. Notably, she likes to give herself time to rehearse her number or numbers at least three more times and she doesn’t want to rush her preparation. Kate likes having the time to get dressed and do her makeup and if ever something doesn’t collaborate along the way, then she has the time to get it right. Plus, there’s always someone having some crisis or other and by being here, she can give a helping hand and not fall behind on her own preparation.  Finally, on the nights that Étienne gets to see her perform, she can indulge in his company for a few minutes, before shooing him away.

  “Absolutely not; you can help me with the dress.” She motions to the zipper and Étienne steps up behind her to do it up. He then hooks his chin over her shoulder and wraps his arms around her waist, all the while watching her start her transformation. He knows not to bother her and Kate has come to find out that Étienne can actually stay still and simply watch, so she lets him.

  Étienne kisses her shoulder and she smiles at him through the reflection in the mirror. He leans his head back on her shoulders and quietly watches, mesmerized, as she transforms masculine traits into more feminine ones; exaggerating some along the way and picking the shades of eye shadow that’ll give her the look she wants. He likes watching the transformation, fascinated by the spectacle and the skill set needed. He is, and remains, an artist, after all and he is captivated by the magic happening before his eyes.

  Kate keeps the conversation light, as she picks up one brush and another, glad Étienne gets to be here and watch her perform for the holiday specials. For as much as she misses her old numbers and familiar dresses, there is also something special with this particular holiday dress. The design had been Étienne’s and they had spent many a late night conversation going over details and corrections, between fits of giggles, as Étienne had done his very best to put her vision to paper. He had offered to make the dress, but she had politely declined, preferring to have it done on location. It would be easier that way for fittings and alterations. She could have put something together herself, but she’d been given carte blanche for this and had wanted to do something a little bit different and bold.

  “Green suits you, my dear.” Étienne murmurs into her neck. There’s a pleased little besotted look to his face that warms Kate’s insides, despite what she may say. She indulges him, giving the hand resting on her abdomen a squeeze, before she applies the last line of eye shadow.

  “You say that because it’s your colour.”

  Étienne chuckles; a cat caught with its paw in the cream, and denies nothing. Instead, he holds her a little closer and lets out a content little happy sigh, as if there’s no other place he’d rather be at the moment.

  There’s just her lipstick left, when Kate gets an idea. She wiggles out of Étienne’s embrace and sits on the vanity counter, motioning to her boyfriend to step closer. He does as he’s told, curious, and leans in, closing the gap between them. Kate applies the lipstick, no longer needing to look in a mirror, having done this so many times that she could do it with her eyes closed, before she presses a kiss to Étienne’s right cheek, leaving a bright red stain where her lips had been.

  “What are you doing?” Étienne asks, chuckling as Kate starts over with her process and then does the same with the other cheek.

  “Giving you Christmas kisses,” She answers, as if it’s the most obvious of things, before placing a third kiss to the corner of Étienne’s lips.

  Her boyfriend lets her do as she pleases, and Kate only stops when she believes that she’s left enough bright red kiss marks on Étienne’s face.

  She sits back, pleased with herself, and observes her handiwork for a moment. Étienne looks lovely this way and utterly content to have been kissed silly by her.

  “You know what you should do,” She starts, cupping his chin with her hand, “You should leave these on when you go out to watch the show.”

  Étienne gives her a look, pondering, and she knows that he’ll end up doing it. He likes to please her and this is the type of thing he would not mind doing at all. In a way, it would be a very public way of letting others around him know that Kat e has chosen him and he’s bound to announce this fact like a proud peacock.

  “With pleasure,” He says, proving her point.

  She beams at him and pecks his lips one more time, before sending him off to find his seat. With a final wave, Étienne wishes her luck and promises to find her after the show, and then lets her finish up her preparations.

  FIN