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The Star and her Sun | Alessia Russo x Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you to those who checked up on me. I'm doing alright now. Still studying for the LSAT which I am set to take on the 8th of June, so send good vibes. I have been working on this one for a bit. This combines three of the prompts that I had and honestly, I'm kinda attached to this one because it is friends to lovers and my ass loves that shit like. I am working on three others that should be coming out soon. Thank you all. (REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

WC: 7k

Warnings: Family sickness, alcohol, foul language, gendered language (anything else let me know)

Chime~

The little bells rang throughout the quiet, little, London cafe as it cut through the sounds of a football match playing on a laptop by the counter.

Alessia saw someone behind the counter hunched over what looked to be like a large book and notebook filled with all sorts of highlights and post its.

“Morning~, can I get something started for you?” A soft voice sounded from behind the fresh pastries as Alessia noticed that you gave a quick look to her and returned to whatever you were doing.

Alessia approached the counter and peered at you still sitting down with your hair held up and with a floral headband keeping away the stray hairs that still graced your cheeks.

You close the textbook, using the notebook like a bookmark to not lose your place, smoothing out the apron fully standing in front of Alessia.

She couldn’t help but follow the movement as you went past her eyeline. You were probably over 6’0 and you caught her moment of awe and laughed a little.

“I’m 6’3 if that is what you were wondering” you said as you further adjusted the apron around your waist.

Alessia blushed at being caught,

“Sorry, uh- I’m new around here and this was the first cafe I saw that was close to my place and open this early so I don’t have an idea of what I want really?” her normally confident tone faltered as she fully took in your features.

A smile crept on your face as you put your hands in the front pockets of the apron and begin to rock back and forth on your heels. You look at the kit bag on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Seems like you’re going to training…Arsenal right? Well, the rest of the girls usually pop on through in the afternoon after practice but I’d always recommend the Apple Crumble pastry and a small, sweet latte with oat milk for morning trainings”

Alessia only nodded at the question, “Yeah, that sounds perfect actually…you a fan?”

I nod as I bend down with a pair of tongs to place the pastry into a small bag.

“My mum is a huge gooner, and my pops is a big Man United fan.” You laugh a little before continuing and beginning the process of making the latte.

“I guess I am both as well…grew up in it really, so yeah you can say I’m a fan ” You place the top on the disposable cup and slide the coffee and pastry towards Alessia stopping her before she gets her wallet out.

“First one is on me, little star” you say and are met with a stunned silence from the younger girl.

She remained looking at you a sense of familiarity hits her as your soft but firm eyes returned the stare but she couldn’t place it for the life of her. It looked like you were waiting for a specific response from her.

“Thanks…uh I’ll see you around” she says as she quickly grabs the things on the counter and heads for the door.

You say quickly to her as Alessia grabs onto the handle of the door, “Oh tell the girls I said my hellos”

Alessia nods and runs out of the cafe and nearly trips over the sidewalk as she continues on to the training center.

You watch her and she wanders off, Alessia completely flustered by the encounter, shaking your head you mutter as a laugh leaves your mouth

“Still as clumsy as I remember”.

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Bearsted FC, Kent

Being the oldest kid at Bearsted FC meant a lot of the younger kids looked up to you both figuratively and physically. Being freshly ten and measuring at 5’4 was nothing to ignore. You were one of the few kids that did not need any convincing to be in goal.

You enjoyed it. The amount of afternoons practicing blocking shots with your parents gave you a sense of pride with each ball that flew away from goal or trapped within your gloves.

You had promise of becoming one of England’s best goalkeepers or so said the many adults at your games on the weekends.

Even little Alessia Russo, who would come bounding towards you at the end of each and every game. You both had been playing for both the boys and the girls on the weekend. Again, no one else would step as keeper so no one could really say no to you.

“That was amazing,(y/n)!!!” Alessia jumped towards you with her arms then extended to mimic a save you had done that game.

You shook your head and smoothed out your uniform as you looked down at you teammate.

“Me? Nah, you were amazing, I mean you have been really practicing your shooting. Got a brace today!” you say patting her shoulder.

“What’d ya mean? It would’ve been perfect if I didn’t slip on the grass” Alessia initially beaming up at you and then frowning as she showed off the grass stains on her shorts.

You shake your head, “I mean it Lessie, I mean you got the grown ups saying that you’re England’s next big striker and I agree with them” You continue to pick up your stuff from the side of the goal.

Alessia only remained silent before firmly saying, “Well only if you’re there, I don’t trust anyone else, you are such a good goal keeper!”

You roll your eyes at the younger girl yes, “you’ll get there with or without me Lessie, trust me” You look over and see your parents waving you over.

“Well I'm going to head home, see ya tomorrow eh little star?” Who only nods acknowledging the pats to her shoulder as you run over to your parents.

You were enjoying the last few weekends that you had in England. Your parents had already mentioned to you that your father had found a much better job in Florida that required a move to the States.

You were already 10 years old so your time at the league was ending anyways, the only worry you had was finding a new team to play for. Your parents reassured you that there were clubs in Miami that would take you and it’d be a nice change in scenery.

Your last weekend came up and it was going to be a surprise to everyone but unbeknownst to you, Alessia had fallen ill. Her parent’s not telling her that it was your last time playing there, the last time that you would play in England to save her from feeling worse apart from her illness.

You played well and ended your little “career” with another clean sheet but this time without Alessia Russo coming over to your goal to sing you your praises. She was your best friend and it left you dejected as you grabbed your things from the grass and headed over to your parents.

“Darling, don’t look down, your father gave the Russos our number so she will call you when she feels better and we are in the states” Your mother sensing the disappointment that clearly permeated from your demeanor.

That did make you feel a wee bit better that at least Alessia had some way to get in touch with you. What you didn’t know is that, unfortunately for you, Alessia’s father forgot the piece of paper in his jeans and the number was lost in the wash. He didn’t have the heart to tell Alessia of what happened.

Waiting by the home phone proved to be a rather frequent activity until your mother said “It’s ok we are going to visit sooner or later”.

However, soon became a couple years and not to your surprise Alessia and her family had moved.

She moved somewhere different, so you had to move on from your best friend you so deeply missed.

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Upon Alessia’s arrival to the training grounds, the other girls immediately clocked the familiar coffee cup design.

“Oh looks like you’ve already met our favorite barista, Russo” Katie wraps an arm around Alessia’s shoulders.

The blonde’s cheeks grew red at the mention of you. “Uh yeah, she mentioned y’all… said hello”

Katie’s eyes twinkled, “Oh how I love that girl…you got a good look at her didn’t you?”

Before Alessia could continue to show that she was a nervous mess; Leah intervened.

“Leave the poor girl alone, Katie. We all know of your little crush on (Y/N), get in line like the rest of us”.

The rest of the locker room erupted in laughter and in mutual agreement.

Alessia returned to her area and placing her things in her cubby still reeling from the whole interaction.

After a particularly exhausting practice, she turned down going with the other girls to the cafe you worked at. She lied saying that she still had some unpacking to finish and why should she go back if she’d already been there in the morning?

“Don’t need to buy anything, Lessi, just seeing (y/n) is worth the walk down” Katie laughed giving her a quick bump to the shoulder.

An awkward laugh from Alessia escaped her as she shooed away her teammates but not before promising that she would join them the next time….which was a lie because she would avoid the cafe as much as she could to avoid the nervousness that she felt. The way that your gaze affected her…how even in the early morning your eyes were bright, soft, and firm.

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After two weeks of, reluctantly, going to any cafe other than the one that you worked at Alessia finally found herself being dragged by Toone towards your cafe.

“Tooney, there are other places with pastries, do we really have to go to this one?” Alessia pleaded to her friend who looked at her confused and pulled Alessia even further.

“Nah, Phallon is there and she said that her old university friend working there will hook us up with some free pastries, you were excited about the free pastries part, what’s got you not wanting to go now huh?”

Alessia couldn’t think of a good reason, her demeanor did change from excitement to nerves at the realization they were headed towards your cafe…

“I don’t think their pastries are all that” she lied to which earned an eye roll from Ella.

“Don’t care…a free pastry is a free pastry.” Ella said, opening the door of the cafe to see an occupied Phallon leaning on the counter as she scrolled her phone looking for something.

She lifted her head, “Oh hey Tooney, hey Alessia, guess you got her with the free pastries huh?” she said with a smile.

Alessia let out a quiet sigh of relief as she saw someone that wasn’t you walk into the back carrying a box.

“Where’s your friend, Phallon?” Ella went to the counter towards her teammate.

Phallon continued scrolling through her phone and stopped seemingly finding what she was looking for.

“Oh she had to go get some boxes really quick but she’ll be back. I was going to show her the highlight I had seen of her from two weekends ago, just found it. She’ll kill me but…” She laughs turning the phone screen towards Ella and Alessia as the video began to play.

Toone did not see Alessia’s eyes widen at the realization that you were the one playing; that you were the one in goal.

Alessia recognized the team as one of the local club teams nearby, a part of the lower leagues. One of the main points of the video that played again slowly was a save that was thoroughly impressive. There was something in the way that you made the save that triggered a memory in Alessia.

Before Alessia could say anything in response to the video, your voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Been a while, Russo…TJ can you not show my highlights, it’s embarrassing” You say, with a laugh, passing closely to Alessia and hip checking Phallon as you place the two boxes of napkins on the counter.

Phallon only lets out a laugh, “hey it was a good save (y/n), if you weren’t on this med school route, you’d easily be recruited by a WSL club team…”

Ella immediately agrees and pushes more, “Phallon is right, if you were on another team, you’d be an absolute nightmare for us right, Lessie?”. You look back at Alessia, who at the mention of her name finally blinked.

“Uh yeah, that was a good save. I don’t think I would get anything past you” she says quietly under your firm gaze as she hears your name for the first time.

You only nod turning away from the group to put away the boxes, “Yeah maybe, well that was the dream but things sometimes don’t go that way you know but hey you can have multiple dreams…aka the med school route Phallon so happened to mention”

Alessia’s eyes followed you as you continued on answering Ella’s array of questions as you put away the supplies needed behind the counter.

Drying your hands you go to pack some pastries for the group,

“Yeah I was a walk on for our university team and I ended up playing for them for a while, even started more than half the games…decided to just come back home after I didn’t get drafted into the NWSL”.

The last part came out with some hesitation, you turn back with three small baggies filled with pastries.

Phallon takes them in her hands and says “See you at the game, yeah?”

You nod, “Course, just remember to send me the tickets this time TJ, now head on off, I know that you all have practice later”.

As the group was about to leave, Alessia stops when you firmly say, “Actually, before I forget…Alessia, you forgot something the last time you were here”

Alessia looked to Ella who, didn’t help at all, said “Oh, we have to head out, I’ll text ya later Less”, leaving Alessia to her own devices

As Alessia, hesitantly, reached the counter, you pulled up your chair and sat with your elbows on the counter and your head resting at your palms.

“Sooooo…you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me or do you want me to guess?” You say already with an answer in mind.

The younger girl messed with her hands and refused to meet your eyes “ ‘m not avoiding you…there’s just other cafes…”

You clicked your tongue, “sure…anything else because I don’t believe you, little star” the nickname caused for Alessia’s cheeks to turn red…

“Uhhh…well I don’t think Katie would like me hanging around her crush, ‘ppose you like her too…I mean why wouldn’t you…I mean not saying I don’t want to see you but not that I have a crush on you or anything…but you’re pretty but I don’t think…”her thoughts were interrupted by your stifled laughter.

You rubbed your eyes to wipe the tears the came from holding it in.

“Hold on…firstly, I like Katie but not in that way. Second, is that really why you’ve been avoiding me, Lessie?…I thought it was something else, this however, I’m not complaining about”

You said gesturing over to Alessia’s flustered demeanor.

The look of confusion on her face only added to your laughter, “Lessie, I know you’re not dumb…come on, who else in your life has ever called you, Little Star…I mean your folks started calling you star girl because of it and now the media does but who was the first to call you their little star?”

You smiled towards her as you took in her slow realization, her eyes widening as she began finally taking in your features. The way that your eyes looked at her was enough proof to her, you were her.

Alessia quickly pulls you into a hug from across the counter, “you asshole, you could’ve just told me. God, it’s been so long”. Her grip on you is so tight that you would think that you were about to fly away if she let go. You feel her bury her face in your hair as you lean into her more.

Another laugh leaves your mouth, “well I thought you would have figured it out but now I know why you avoided me”. She pulls away immediately and sees the smirk that now adorned your face.

“ Someone’s got a little crush on me” you tease as you get up from your chair only to be followed, in tandem, on the other side of the cafe counter by the striker.

“I never said that!” her voice not, convincingly, confident like the day she first saw you again after many years.

You ignore her and only respond with a hum as you adjust your apron and round the corner of the counter and walk briskly towards the younger girl.

“Is that so? Shame because I also had a crush on you but I guess we will never know, of what may have happened if you also had a crush on me” You continue your teasing as you begin to shoo her out of the cafe with a gentle push.

The striker pushes back against you and grabs your right hand as you grab the handle to “kick her out”.

“Hey wait, wait…I was just joking…come on, Sole” You don’t take your hand off the handle but you froze at your old nickname, Sole.

You hadn’t heard that name in decades at that point…her parents called you “her sole”...”her sun” because she was always pulled to you. The moment she got out of the car at practice she would run to you at goal, the moment the game would end she’d run to you, and eventually Alessia would copy her parents and call you ‘Sole’ in response to your calling of ‘little star’ to her.

You felt Alessia push back against you and you budged a bit. As you opened the door, you used the momentum in one of her efforts and turned her towards you as you lowered your face to hers.

“I’m joking, little star. Get to practice. I’ll see you this weekend, I’ll find you after the game, Phallon will get me…I’ve missed you by the way”. You say calmly, patted her shoulder and then,gently, pushed her out of the cafe and closed the door behind her.

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Match day against Manchester United came quickly to the Emirates and Alessia was nervous for multiple reasons. She was facing her old club for the first time and playing before her old friend that she definitely had a crush on.

You never gave her your number and she didn’t want to ask Ella to then have to ask Phallon because then Ella would start wondering why and she couldn’t hide her feelings for you from her best friend. If Tooney found out, oh she would never hear the end of it.

The team all rallied and began warm ups, the noises of the stadium gradually grew as people filed in.

Alessia’s eyes would scan the suites where player’s families and friends from either team would be situated…she didn’t see you.

She’d discreetly do it again during the as the team got into their positions…nothing. Unbeknownst to her, you had an eye on her the whole time; laughing at the way she “discreetly” scanned the family suites looking for you.

You never enjoyed the suites and always preferred watching from a fan’s point of view. You weren’t known so it wasn’t a worry that you’d be found out by fans. You settled into your seat your legs already used to the lack of space. You were surrounded by other fans with your mother’s old Arsenal jacket she got when she was your age with a little bit of a red jersey peeking underneath.

It was an Alessia Russo jersey from when she played for Manchester United. You got it the moment that you heard that she signed on. Your father being elated that your childhood friend was playing for his team,

“as she should!” you remember how proud he sounded when you shared the news

Lessie was loved by your family so you purchasing her jersey wasn’t seen as weird or off. You were as enamored with Alessia as she was of you in that moment. As a kid, you had always dreamed that one day you and Alessia would exchange jerseys after a game against each other, the thought caused for a short-lived frown to grace your face.

You took a photo of Phallon in goal from where you were seated and posted it to your story tagging her and adorning the photo with University of Miami stickers and a caption that said “That’s my best friend!”

You loved your university friend dearly but you hoped that your little star would get one past her. As the game began, you watched Alessia, silently, like you did all those years ago from your goal posts. Placing you feet on the seat in front of you and putting your elbows to your knees and watched in awe.

Your little star was not so little anymore but she played with the same energy and joy as she did when you were both younger. You couldn’t help but jump up in excitement when she scored. Except this time you couldn’t hit the posts with your gloves from the other side of the field like you traditionally did.

During halftime, you got a text from Phallon telling you to head down to tunnel before the end of the game. She had already let it be known to security that you would be coming by and to just flash the badge she had given you.

The game had ended with a 2-0 scoreline in favor of Arsenal, earning Alessia a brace against her former club. Phallon came in and upon seeing you, enveloped you in a tight hug. The hug itself started to push off the University of Miami baseball hat you had on from your head.

“Hey you did great out there, was like old times” you said with a laugh as you patted Phallon’s back.

Phallon was a tad upset but nodded at your words, “Could’ve been better but hey this ain’t the NWSL, so I’m happy to have played anyways”. You had stayed in the United States for a year after failing to get drafted and would often fly out to Seattle to watch Phallon at her home games. You wanted to support her for as long as you could; that still wouldn’t be enough to pay her back for all that she had done for you.

You hadn’t noticed that Alessia had walked into the tunnel with Toone and seen the slight look of jealousy she shot Phallon.

“That’s her best friend is all…goal keeper union and all that. Mary probably knows her too…” as if on queue Mary came by and enveloped you in a hug from behind which earned a laugh from you. Mary’s powerful stature now seemed small in comparison when you towered over her.

Alessia did not realize that Ella had pulled her towards you and the other girls until she heard you say,

“Oh hey you two, you both had an incredible game, especially you…Russo!” The smile that you had now directed at her, filled with knowing that you had such an affect of her as you noticed that Alessia’s cheeks became the same color as her jersey.

The other girls agreed amongst themselves. “How about a little get together later tonight? Just a couple drinks nothing too crazy, (Y/N), you are always invited” Mary ended the proposal with a pat on your shoulder.

You nod, “Oh Alessia, heard you’d need a ride home, I can take you, since I have to stop at the cafe really quick before I go home anyways”. The offer bringing Alessia out of the trance that she was in.

“Sure…if it isn’t any issue” she said softly that earned a quick assurance from you.

“Nah don’t worry about it…I’m parked where the players are, so I’ll just text you where I’m at” you say handing her your phone so that she can put in her number.

Once Alessia handed your phone back, you said your goodbyes and whispered a quick, “I’ll see you soon, little star” to her before heading down the hall. Alessia nodded and turned to see a smirking Toone.

“You can thank me by the way…I could've given you a ride but I am always looking out for my bestie so I made myself ~ unavailable ~ and I expect you to put on your cutest outfit, Less!” she sang the last part as she put her arm around Alessia’s shoulder.

“I-I don’t-what?”, the blonde quietly whispers to Toone.

Ella rolls her eyes, “Less, I know when you have a crush, you’re the worst at hiding it. Plus she’s a catch and I’m sure she likes you too, so just here to give ya a little push like the good friend I am” her eyelashes flutter towards the blonde.

The forward did not even try to fight her friend and instead went to the locker room with the rest of her team. After going through the various congrats and photos for Player of the Match, she finally unlocked her phone to a message from an unknown number, you.

“Hey little star, I'm parked in section A spot 29. I’ll be sat in my car so no rush do what ya gotta do 😊”

Alessia smiled down at the message, the nickname flustering her even in just text form.

“I’ll see you soon, just finishing up here 😊” her message was met with a small, heart like.

You were scrolling on your Instagram, as a random Spotify playlist played from your phone. Your head leaned on the window of your car as you continued completely unaware of your own surroundings. A gentle tap on the passenger window across from you made a big smile appear as you unlocked the car to a still-nervous Alessia.

“You could put your stuff in the back don’t worry, it's unlocked”. Once Alessia put her things away in the back seat she found herself in the passenger seat, struggling to put on her own seat belt.

“I’m not going even to ask if you need help,” you said with a small laugh as you leaned over, grabbed the seat belt, and quickly put it into the buckle.

As you lean back into your chair, you stopped closely to Alessia’s face,

“That buckle gets everyone, don’t be embarrassed…you don’t need to be nervous around me either but seems like I do that to everyone” you smile slyly as no response comes from her and start the car and you begin to pull out of the lot.

Alessia breaks her own silence,

“(y/n)...my dad lost your number in the wash…that’s why I never called you. I hope you don’t think that I left you, I really did miss you” You waved your hand towards her.

“I know that you never meant for that to happen…I didn’t expect to leave so young”

She only nodded and continued,

“Soooo, what did you end up doing and what’s this about med school?”

A sigh escapes you, “uh we moved to Miami because dad got a really good job there. Things were great, I was playing club in a nice area and yeah…that lasted two years…then dad loses that job within 2 years because of the recession…we had savings but we had to cut out a lot of things…football was one of them”.

You coughed as you recalled the rest, “The daughter of the coach was so happy I was gone which meant that she could be the starting goal keeper…other girls were funded by other parents who had better means…uh not me”.

You did not even want to look at Alessia knowing she had a frown on her face. You pinch your nose as you continue.

“When I went to high school, I tried out for the team and I was good according to the coach…but then they asked me if I played club…told them I did but then stopped because I couldn’t afford it. I was cut from the team the next day…money talks there, so I uhhhh didn’t play until I went to U of M”

“Phallon was actually my roommate…we joked that they intentionally put the two tallest girls together in the smallest dorm at the university. It was a total coincidence that they put me with her. First day I knew she was a soccer player, she didn’t find out I was a goalkeeper until she came to me worried because her alternate did her ACL and that they needed to try out new people in the next two weeks. I denied at first said I couldn’t afford it and explained why. Phallon talked to her family and next thing I knew…everything was paid for I just needed to try out…rest is history. You already know that I didn’t get drafted and well I came back. Been staying at my aunt’s place, rent free. She’s retired so she’s always away on travel”.

Alessia nodded, still noticing how you rushed to the end.

“How are your parents-?” she stops the moment she sees your hands tense at the wheel.

You shift in your seat, “Sorry, my parent’s are fine now, they are still in Florida actually…they are kind of stuck there…Mum got sick recently and dad followed suit…took them forever to convince me to move back, but they are ok it’s just we are in a weird spot. Everything is ok but not at the same time, don’t know if that makes sense”. You glance at her with a soft smile.

Alessia puts a hand to your shoulder, “hey sorry if that’s a sore spot and no it makes sense, it’s been a while since I’ve seen them obviously” She lets out a laugh.

“Dad was so happy when you signed to United you know? And now, mum has been over the moon since you joined Arsenal” the tone in your voice now lighter.

As you and Alessia talked it felt as if you had returned to the rhythm that you both had when you were kids. She would scrunch her nose when you teased her and you’d roll your eyes when she made a bad joke. You parked near the cafe after Alessia convinced you to leave her at the cafe and she’d walk the rest home.

You began walking towards the cafe to go pick up some textbooks you had left earlier that morning, beginning to take off your jacket out of habit as you got to the door. Alessia, who had stopped to see you off only saw the deep red of the Manchester jersey you wore, the white letters spelling out ‘Russo’ disappearing into the cafe.

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Alessia had practically inhaled the first drink that was handed to her by Toone due to the nerves that she had. Toone looked proud when Alessia arrived with her hair down, gold hoops and necklace with a black crop top and light washed jeans.

“You look absolutely stunning, if she doesn’t want to take you home immediately seeing you then something is wrong with her” Toone said that earned a slap on the shoulder from Alessia,

“Shut it, don’t need to be so loud about it”. They both decide to get another drink while they waited for you to enter the bar. There respective teammates floating around the bar, laughs and conversations were heard from every corner.

“(y/n)!!!! Leah told me you were coming!” Katie’s thick accent now even thicker due to drinks she had already had.

Alessia had already started to feel the buzz of the 2 drinks she had went through minutes ago so the exclamation from Katie felt louder than usual. She turned and saw you talking to Katie who already began to wrap her arm around your waist pulling you closer to her. You entertained her and just held her briefly and it now looked like Katie was a koala on tree.

Leah finally released you from Katie’s grasp only earning a laugh from you as you patted Katie’s shoulders to save her from the embarrassment what occurred. Alessia felt the tug at her heart when she saw your smile and heard your laugh. Even with all of the noise and movement, it seemed like you were moving slowly and clearly only for her to see.

Alessia only snapped out of it when she felt a jab into her ribs,

“You’re drooling, Lessie, I’d wipe your mouth because she’s headed this way, I’m going for another drink see ya”. The forward did not even have time to register what was said by Toone and even worse when you appeared in front of her.

“You ok? You’ll catch flies” You say semi-teasingly, semi-serious, lightly, tapping the underside of her chin as Alessia hadn’t closed her mouth since you had entered the bar. She finally was able to take you in and her silence to what you said only caused you to laugh.

Alessia saw you adjust the rolled up sleeves of your jacket and her eyes drifted to the exposed section of your stomach, then up at the subtle gold chain that you had on, you caught her gaze finally reached your face.

“So, I’m just going to get my one drink of the night, want to join me?…seems you need a refill” You take the empty glass from her hand as you started for the bar with Alessia following right behind you.

“Sorry, for being all quiet, I’m just tired you know” the blush on the striker’s cheeks told another story.

You nod as you order yourself two drinks and slide one over to Alessia.

“Sure, little star, and I’m the president of the United States” you tease as you felt a tiny push of the shoulder from her.

The conversation was like any other and the alcohol finally hit Alessia not at once, if you asked her, but when she was pulling you towards the dance floor with all the other Arsenal girls who were equally slightly, stumbling.

She looked up at you as she brought you closer by your waist and laid her head on a part of your shoulder almost using you to stabilize herself. Alessia took in how warm you were and the woody, almost pine scent from your clothes; she couldn’t help but close her eyes and quietly sigh contently.

She barely registered your hand gently rubbing her back as you both were “slow dancing” in the middle of the bar. Which just meant you were both swaying slowly side to side, well you were more stabilizing Alessia as you moved side to side.

Her eyes opened as she felt the rumble in your chest as you spoke, “Nah she’s ok,...yeah Katie she’s an old friend actually…more now and we’re just catching up on lost time…ok I’ll see you”.

You, gently, tap Alessia’s waist to get her attention and lower yourself to her ear, “You alright?”

Alessia hummed and only melted herself more into you as your chest rumbled again but from laughter.

“You want to head out? Don’t want you to fall asleep standing…well you might actually trip over yourself if I let you go.” Alessia doesn’t answer but nods into your chest.

You push her a little so that you can lead her out of the bar waving at the rest of the team to get home safe.

Alessia stops you, “Can you carry me home?” she says quietly as she tries to stabilize herself without your aid but fails only to grab you by the arm.

Without a word, you get in front of her and squat a little.

“Come on, just get on my back, I can take you to mine, it’s actually just a block and a half away”

Alessia, carefully, gets on your back and wrapping her arms around you neck as you hold her legs.

The lights of the streets are almost blurry as Alessia laid her head on your back.

“I really did miss you, Sole”, you hear Alessia slur out from behind you.

You stop a bit before going up to the door of you aunt’s home, “me too, little star”.

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You assist Alessia into some of your clean clothes, obviously fitting way too big on her, combed through her hair, removed her make up, brushed her teeth, and finally lead her to your bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs -” you began to say before Alessia, even though she was completely out of it, pulled you down to the bed next to her.

“Don’t be stupid, come on, you didn’t think I saw you with my jersey earlier” she muttered as she made her place in your arms and began to sleep. You only smiled as your fingers went through her hair and then rested at her hip as she feel asleep… you silently wishing that this would be your everyday but when have you ever been this lucky?

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Over the several weeks, Alessia would come only in the mornings opting to be selfish with the time that she spent with you. She would lean on the counter and talk to you as you were sat in the chair reading over your text book like the day she met you, sometimes even having your parents on the phone to speak with her. She thought, at the beginning, that you weren’t listening to her but you would occasionally insert little quips or observations.

“Ok sorry to say but that video of you in Australia, that Mary shared, was actually really funny”. You said as you highlighted another part of your textbook before setting it down on the table.

Alessia rolled her eyes, “ok I swear it was going to charge at me, anyways, I’m off to practice…see you tomorrow?”.

You nod as you lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips as she practically skipped out of the cafe.

You look underneath the counter at the opened letter that you had received a week ago. It said of your new schedule that your clinicals would now be mornings and you’d be assigned to a location to travel outside of the city in the afternoons.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow” was the phrase you would say over and over again. Your resolve in actually telling her would melt away the moment Alessia waltzed in every morning with her smile that made you buckle.

Tomorrow would be the last possible day to tell her so you had to tell her, of course, you could only blame your own unwillingness to break her heart. You weren’t breaking up with her just telling her

‘Hey, remember how we didn’t see each other for a really long time and we found each other and now things are great, well I have to go again but I will still remember you…hope you wait for me like I waited for you…’

The next morning came and you had settled into your seat behind the counter like you always did and waited for your Little Star to walk in with her smile that was so bright it’d make the moon jealous. You hid the sunflowers that you had got her under some newspaper, hoping, it’d lessen the blow of what you were about to say to her.

The minutes passed and the ding from your phone disturbed the comfortable silence.

“Hey Sole, I’m not feeling too well today, think I ate something bad last night so I’m not coming in and just going to go back to bed, don’t miss me too much” followed with “ Little Star has notifications silenced”

You sighed with a frown, as you began to speak into your phone:

“You’re going to hate me. I’m sorry-”

Alessia’s heart dropped as she began listening to the voicemessages in her bathroom after sleeping for another 3 hours.

“I’m going to be no longer working at the cafe because I’m going be fully dedicating myself to my studies. Clinicals at the hospital are picking up and I will be going out of town often to work…I won’t be able to see you nor really talk to you. You are important to me and I am stupid for not telling you sooner…makes it seem like this is more important than you but it isn’t… I just didn’t want to break your heart.

I love you, my little star, since the night at the bar. When you held onto me for dear life as we “danced”. When I brought you home when you were drunk off your ass and could barely stand. I still smell the traces of your scent on my bed sheets; my clothes; my pillowcase no matter how many times I have washed everything…the way you pulled me to bed to just hold you as you slept. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line as I passed my hands lightly on your hip as you quietly snored. I wished for that for so long with someone and I’m glad it was with my best friend.

I want to let you go because you deserve my full attention…I hope that you wait for me like I waited for you, but if not then I hope that I can still cheer you on from across the field as you continue making a name for yourself.

I love you my little star and always will.

Come by the cafe later, if you’re able, to pick up what I intended to give you…as a goodbye…sorry I won’t be here I’m actually leaving soon once my coworker clocks in…it’s the first day I need to be out of town…I love you”

Alessia finally arrived at the busy cafe; which was an odd sight for her. The cashier, immediately upon seeing Alessia, motioned her over, allowing her to cut in front of the line.

“Sorry folks, just got to make a quick delivery” the assumed university student apologized to the line before going back and quickly emerged with a small bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in newspaper with an envelope sitting amongst them.

Alessia took them with a sad smile and headed over to an open table in the corner. She pulled out the envelope seeing it was covered in stamps and re sealed several times.

Carefully opening it she sees a neatly folded napkin, in front of a thicker paper, the napkin itself had written.

“Mum sent me this right after I told her that we found each other again. This was the last time we were together…think you got a hat trick this game.”

The napkin was set aside as Alessia took out the thicker paper turning it over to see it was a photo of the two of you as children.

Alessia’s then dark hair held up in low pigtails with a big smile as you held her up in a hug also a big smile adorning your face.

Her sad smile was short lived as she looked at what you had written in the white part of the photo,

“The Star and her Sun”

It was then Alessia decided to wait for you because what is a Star without her Sun.

#woso x reader #engwnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #alessia russo x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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killerpancakeburger · 3 months ago

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Halloween w/ Soap

Tags: established relationship, gn!reader, fluff, reader is a cat person. 0.6k words.

“BONNIE!”

Your boyfriend's enthusiastic scream barely makes you move from your cosy spot on the couch, where you're laying on your side and scrolling on your phone.

“Hmm?” you reply, distracted.

He noisily rushes to your side, kneeling on the rug.

“C'mon! Time to get ready!”

You look up to stare at him with perplexity.

“Ready for what?”

��Halloween, f'course!”

You raise a skeptical eyebrow, expression hesitating between a smile and a grimace.

“I don't wanna ruin your fun, honey, but you don't think we're a bit old for that…?”

“I promised I'd take my nieces! You're coming with, right? Right?”

Here comes the puppy eyes. You sigh in defeat.

“Do you have a costume?”

He rewards your capitulation with a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Got us matching ones.”

In a normal instance, you would have felt self-conscious about wearing that kind of attire in public, even on the last night of october. But, as if he read your mind, Johnny's attention in getting you matching outfits helped a lot with the matter. Not to mention that he couldn’t go wrong with a black cat attire.

The costumes were very casual— all black, comfortable clothes for you, with cat ears you could clip on in your hair and a cat tail you could stick on the back of your pants; a headband with wolf ears and the bushy tail that came with for your Scottish companion. You were bracing yourself in advance for all the pussy jokes he wouldn’t miss to make.

You didn’t expect to find yourself caught up in the game, but here you were, staring in the mirror and lost in thought. When was the last time you got ready for Halloween…?

“Ye like it?” prompted Soap as he sneaked behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, a mischievous smile floating on his lips.

“Are you supposed to be a wolf or a werewolf?” you quipped.

“Whatever you think is sexiest,” he purred as he nuzzled into your neck.

You chuckled softly at his willingness to please. Your gaze lingers on his reflection, in particular on the way his torn jeans hugged his muscular thighs. You already knew that if the occasion presented itself, you'd lag behind on your halloween stroll just to enjoy the view of that bubble butt of his.

“You know I like it. But it's missing… something… last time I did this, my mom did my make-up. Smoky eyes and black lipstick. It would fit nicely.”

You turn around to look at him.

“Eyeliner would look insane with your eyes,” you sigh wistfully as you contemplate them, tenderly cradling his cheek.

He snorts, amused.

“Have yer way with me.”

Moments later, you’re putting the final touch to his make-up after doing yours, standing between his spread legs as he sits impressively still, silently following your commands and keeping his blue eyes fixed on you like you were a particularly fascinating chemistry experiment. Once you're done, you take a step back to admire your work, tilting his head backward with one finger under his chin.

“Damn it, you’re so beautiful. That's not fair.”

He excessively bats his eyelashes at you to make you laugh, and it works.

You proceed to examine your loot after you two dumped the content of your bags into the biggest bowl you own.

“Do you want the…? I like them, but nowhere near as much as you.”

He grabs you by the waist and playfully pretends to bite your neck.

“Got my favorite treat right there.”

A cheeky smile spread on your lips.

“Oh? So you won't mind if I take this all for myself?” you taunt him as you turn away while possessively cradling the bowl against yourself.

“Oï, that's not what I meant and ye know it—” he exclaims, acting more outraged than he really is.

You laugh frankly as he tries to seize the candies, but fail when you move the bowl out of his reach. Changing tactics, he tickles your sides and you squirm out of his hold while yelling your surrender.

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #cod x reader #x reader #cod fanfic #cod fic #cod fluff #soap fluff #mine #soap mactavish #cod mw2 #blurb #cod blurb #soap x you #soap squad

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crispystarfishhottub · 7 months ago

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Makeup

Doing your boyfriends makeup for a video

"Are you sure?" I ask setting up my makeup on Gaege's desk "do you really think your fans would like this?" I turn and face him as he approaches his desk "yeah babe! I think they'll love it!" He reassured me with a huge smile "alright i'll trust you on that" I say a smile making its way onto my face. "Im gonna make dad look pretty bug" I laugh picking up the cat who was watching intensely. "Gonna make him a pretty princess"

Gaege sat in his chair and started recording. He began his intro "my girlfriend (Y/n)!" I waved "hey guys!" I said cheerily. "So shes gonna make me beautiful today!" I laugh and nod "I have my work cut out for me then" Gaege fell off his chair comically putting a hand in his heart "I have been wounded!" He gasped laying on the floor in mock pain "you know im kidding love you are already beautiful"

Once he was back on his chair I began. I put my hello kitty headband on him "so pretty already" I said softly kissing his nose before turning to get my foundation "don't we need a base?" he asked as I put a few pumps on my hand and dabbed my sponge in it "thats what the foundation is" I reply smiling at him "oh god it feels so weird" he whined "don't be a baby" I giggle as I carefully beat his face.

Next was the concealer "give me your face" I say applying it carefully "you look so cute already!" I gush "are you making me a pwetty pwincess" he asked "yes baby I am" I say applying the setting powder "ok now im so excited to do your eyes. Pick a pallet" "the pink one" he pointed to my pastel pallet "oh yay I like this one amazon came in clutch" I pick the brightest pink i can "ok close your eyes"

Once his eyeshadow was done I grabbed my lashes "oh no not those" he said moving his face away "hey come here" I say grabbing his cheeks "leave them open so I can apply them" I slowly put them on as he screamed and groaned "they feel so gross" I giggle "I still need to do eyeliner" I see his eyes widen "you will be ok" I quickly give him the wings "there we go. Last is lips"

I dig around my makeup bag and pull out pink lip gloss "so you wanna do this?" I ask. He shakes his head "ok then part your lips" Gaege does as I asked and I slowly apply it keeping my eyes on his lips as I do. I feel my cheeks heat up. "And done!" I pull away and let his face go turning it to the camera "oh my god I'm BEAUTIFUL" he says smiling and pulling faces "I am GORGEOUS" I giggle and kiss his cheek "my beautiful princess" I say smiling "well guys thank you all so much for watching" I tune out his outtro and wave goodbye to the camera "wow that was actually a lot of fun" he says turning to me with his goofy smile "maybe you can do my makeup for another video" I suggest putting my makeup away "I would like that. When do you fly home?" He asks. i check my calendar "I have another week and a half" I say "im going to miss you so much" I smile sadly "long distance is hard" I feel him take my hand in his "we can do it" he gives me a small gentle kiss "I know we can"

"Right let's get this off my face" he says looking for my makeup wipes "oh no. I don't think I got any" I gasp "wait what"

#fluff #fanfiction #gaege gibson #the boys #oneshot #juicyfruitsnacksxreader #juicyfruitsnacks #x reader

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starsomens · 2 years ago

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Omg hi!!! I saw your requests are open and I got excited, do think you think you could do headcanons on what would noah be like as a boyfriend?? Have a lovely day/night💕

Disclaimer❗️: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! Please do NOT take this literally or spread false information, this is a work of what my thoughts on this topic is!!

Note: hello (: hope you enjoy

For me I see him as someone very dominant, but also soft about it!

It’ll be like, say someone who was clearly into you sits next to you a hit too close he’d probably tell/ask you to switch seats because he knows it’s for the better good in the situation

A hoodie boyfriend for sure!

Will complain about you taking them but loves seeing you wear them

Will either game with you or have some kinda of physical touch on you on you while he games. So you feet in his lap or sitting in his lap. Once he sees you’re asleep he’ll quiet down or just get off game completely and just get you to bed

He has a habit when he’s writing songs. Hell do it around you and look to you for visual inspiration. Describing physical appearances that being in lyrics to him

“What are you smiling about?” You would ask

“Oh nothing” he’d always response and just finish a lyric . And if it’s not included in music he’ll just keep them in a notebook (:

Will definitely have some kind of gesture he does while on stage when he knows your watching. Might a hand gesture, or a word, something that is significant to you that he’ll do on stage. A way of tributing his work to you

Big on forehead kisses!

Despite what google says I KNOW this man is a good 6-6’3. I’m 4’12 and I can tell a 6 footer a mile away. Hence, with that height he loves to kiss the mom first contact of skin your forehead or even the top of your head

Either just some pecks on your head or he’ll tilt your head up more towards him so he can plant a good on with lots of emotion and love

If he’s out in another state or even country touring and feels lonely, will email you a plane ticket for you to get there

“Noah why do I have a flight booked for tomorrow at 6 am?”

“….I won’t have my morning wake up WIRH you”

Honestly would hate the start of a tour because it meant saying goodbye to you (sometimes!) the last one to get in the flight/tour bus because he’s saying goodbye to you

I can picture him to be someone who’s like clingy with you, but more when he knows he won’t see you for a while.

GETS GIDDY AND EXCITED WHEN YKU SURPRISE HIM AT CONCERTS

Afterwards he’s just all smiles

Would definitely let you do make up on him and criticize it afterwards 💀

“The eyeliner isn’t even”

“What?? Yes it is you’re looking at it wrong”

“NUH UH-“ I’m sorry

Will wear matching animal ear headbands to do skincare with you .

100000% you’re the FIRST person outside of the band to hear a song when it’s complete. And takes your comments to better his music

Pet names: babe, baby, princess, sweet

For some reason he says stink for cringy/joke

Let’s your paint his nails (:

Will tease you to no end! He knows how much of an effect he has on you and will use it to his advantage. If he’s in his tank top around the house he’ll do the doorframe lean and just stare at you with a smirk and he LOVES seeing you get flustered

I think he also LOVES when you do his hair. So buns, just brushing it, braiding it, just anything from you to his hair

Will secretly try and match your closet so you can be a cute matching couple. But won’t say it as if he planned it

“Oh look we’re matching! Cool!” And just keep on with his day

Jolly is defiantly one to tease him about how much he loves you. And he’ll do it at least twice a day if he sees you

“He always wants to be the cool, and tough guy, but we all know he’s head over heels for you”

Or he’ll tell you how he smiled at his phone today cuz you were calling him

I think he may be the type to have a symbolic tattoo on him for you if it was a very solid and long term relationship

Over all a 1000/10 boyfriend :)

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years ago

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Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter Five

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen didn't go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Peter isn't Spider-Man and Norman isn’t dying, the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record, so Peter and Harry are besties.

Prompt: Based on an ask for my 200 Follower celebration

Word Count: 4.8k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Implications of sex, drinking (of age)

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A/N: I promised @tarzinnia a messy, drunk reader and I feel I delivered

You were pissed. So very, very pissed. While it’s true that irritation is not an unfamiliar feeling to you, honest and true anger didn’t come to you often. Not like this.

About an hour ago, Peter texted the group chat to let everyone know that May had moved the dinner so that everyone could be there. She rearranged her whole evening and future evenings to make this work. And your boyfriend replied, in a matter of seconds, to say he couldn’t come. He had a lot of extra work as future CEO that he had to take care of. Then when he came home, you asked if he could take just one night off.

Of all the responses you expected, shouting wasn’t one of them. Being called insensitive and ungrateful was nowhere on your radar. However, since Harry brought those to the table, you didn’t feel guilty calling him a bad friend and selfish. That prompted him to then comment on how you were shellfish too, and how you had no problem taking his money but gave nothing in return. You had to put down your eyeliner so you could list on your fingers all of the things you do for him: doing the dry cleaning, cooking his food, cleaning his apartment, going to the galas, entertaining his father and playing hostess to any other guests that come by unannounced, etcetera.

That maybe wasn’t the best thing to say- especially when he stormed out of the bathroom where you were getting ready- but you didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. You could hear him slamming cabinets and cursing downstairs and decided that you had no interest in Peter meeting you here and that you would go to him. Paddy encouraged your unplanned departure, agreeing that men can indeed behave like toddlers, and wished you well on your night out.

Peter and Gwen lived in Queens still because Peter didn’t want to move too far from his aunt. Their apartment was nice. Nicer than yours ever was. Even if Harry liked to call it shabby, suggesting instead that everyone hang out at yours. Or his, as he made very clear tonight.

The cab stopped in front of the brick building, and you all but bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping on a step. You opened the panel next to the locked door, your finger trailing down the buttons until you saw the smiley face sticker Peter placed on the buzzer to their door. You hit it a few times before you hear the door unlock.

When you arrive, Gwen is the one to greet you. Her hair is perfectly pulled back by her headband, and her ponytail bobs as she welcomes you in with a hug. She squeezes you tightly, rocking you back and forth in her grasp. Then, as if remembering that you’re still in the doorway, she pulls away, pushing you in the door and ushering you over to the couch.

She settles down next to you, hands tucked between the thighs of her jeans. “So, how’s your week been? Catch me up to today.”

You set down your bag as you settle deeper into the cushions. When you think about it, this week has been a bit of a shit show. There were some bright moments, but not as many as you would like.

To recap: Last Sunday, you were at a fundraiser listening to piggish men comment on your body and your life. Then you went home and slept in your bed. Alone. Then Monday, life was grand until Norman, who is another piggish man. Tuesday was surprisingly uneventful, but then yesterday was very overwhelming. And now today. You spent all day studying and then got unjustly screamed at and insulted by a man who isn’t piggish, but for some reason was behaving in that way.

You sigh, the weight of it just now starting to hit you now that you’ve slowed down. “Eh, there’s not much to report. Just class and chores. What about you? Harry told me about your breakthrough; that’s amazing!”

Gwen ducks her head, always shy to talk about her amazing accomplishments. “Thank you, it was a lot of hard work, but hopefully, one day our discoveries would change the world. I mean, imagine if this discovery leads to the cure for cancer or something!”

You love that she’s always so passionate about her work. She truly loves science. It’s incredible to you that she can be so smart and also so humble. You imagine that’s why Peter and Gwen work so well together. They have so much in common, so much common ground to build on.

“That’d really be something,” you tell her, your exhaustion leaking out.

The conversation lulls, and you take the opportunity to look around. The place is half vacant. Boxes crowd around the walls, and suddenly you remember why. “When do you move again?”

“A few weeks, maybe sooner,” She says, moving non-existent hair out of her face and bouncing her leg. “I dunno, I wanna go sooner- just so I can get settled before classes and starting my new job- but…”

A pang of sadness washes over her features as she tinkers with her cuticles. You don’t say anything; not quite sure if you want to have such a deep conversation right now, but hoping that Gwen would feel safe confiding in you, should she choose to.

“…I’m just worried about Peter.” She eventually says. You place a hand on hers, a silent confirmation that you’re listening and care. “Look, I know he’s a big boy, and he can handle himself. But…can I tell you something?”

You nod your head.

“I think…I think he’s not happy with me.” You look at her with shocked confusion, “I think he wants to be happy with someone else, I mean.”

You open your mouth to reassure her, but she cuts you off before you can start.

“No, I know, he loves me- but there’s been this change. I swear, we’re more like roommates than romantic partners. We kiss and stuff, but it’s just- It’s not the same. And I’m scared that when I move, long distance, across countries isn’t going to be enough. And I’m worried he’ll start to hate me before he ends it.”

The words were spilling from her mouth like vomit. You got the sense that she hadn’t talked to anyone about this, that this fear had just been building and building until the dam wall finally broke.

She looked surprised herself, like she hadn’t expected to say it at all. But now, it was brought into the dim light of her living room, illuminated by a lamp in the corner. You took a deep breath, processing all she had said. You’d be lying if you said the topic of Peter and Gwen splitting up hadn’t been discussed between you and Harry- curious quandaries made behind the fortified walls of his apartment- but you never expected to have the conversation with either of them.

You decided to better phrase the hopes that you had told Harry. You wrapped her hand in yours, so she could feel the sincerity in your words.

“I think you should do what feels right for you. Leave when it’s right for you. You have worked so hard to get to where you are, and you still have so much farther to go. If you and Peter are meant to be, you’ll make it work.”

Gwen’s eyes rimmed with tears, and her smile was shaky, but she pulled you in for a hug- one you hesitate to label as desperate.

“Thank you,” She sniffles, then wipes at her eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so heavy.”

You laugh it off, “What else are friends for?”

She changes the subject, deciding to tell you about all of the wonderful things she did this week. Sometimes you wondered if you had the same twenty-four hours as hers. It was incredible how much could happen in three days.

She makes you some tea, and you get two sips in before Peter walks in the door. “Honey, I’m home!”

He lifts his head and sees you on the couch. You watch him panic as he checks the time on his phone, then relax, then grow confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I got bored studying,” You say, which is only partially a lie, but still a pretty grand omission.

Peter raises his eyebrow at you but says nothing, walking through the living room to greet his girlfriend. You pull out your phone, giving them the illusion of privacy, and pull up the post Peter had shown you earlier. You can’t find when Dog Water is performing, but the where is intriguing to you. It’s a dive bar called Brandy’s Bandies. You scroll through the reviews and see a few things that catch your eye.

There aren’t many, only twenty or so, which tells you it’s a pretty “underground” place- making it a lovely contender for “the bar.”

All the pictures make it look more like a pub than a bar, but there’s a certain grunge that makes the place feel special and inviting to only a few

They have a Thirsty Thursday deal that you don’t fully understand how they make money on, but you aren’t about to try and give them business advice.

“Hey, Peter?”

When he reemerges from the kitchen, you suggest getting food at the bar, instead of making another stop, and also the possibility of leaving sooner since they might be performing as a surprise opener- which means they could play at any time, “and it would be terrible if we missed them.” Peter agrees only when you show him the menu that proves this place has an actual kitchen, not just pretzels and assorted nuts.

When you see the oak entrance and some punk rockers smoking cigs outside, you finally take a breath. Peter opens the heavy wooden door for you, and the place is decently packed. You feel Peter drift closer to you, as if on instinct.

“I’m getting a drink,” you say just over the hubbub of the room.

Peter follows you as you navigate the crowd and find the bar. The bartender takes the card you hand him and smiles brightly when you tell him to keep the tab open. When he returns with your drink, Peter decides to get one too, and you tell the bartender to put it on your tab as well.

It’s not like it’s your money anyway. And if Harry thinks you’re selfish, you will be, for tonight at least. Which is why you haven’t answered any of the numerous texts he sent you. Nor picked up the phone at any one of his calls.

The drink goes down easy, and you feel your nerves start to loosen. It’s not long until you order another one. Peter looks at you with a quizzical brow, but you wave it away, taking the other drink from the barkeep.

It turns out you were wrong; Dog Water was not opening. However, this created an excellent set of circumstances in which everyone rushed to the stage on the other side of the room when the announced bands started playing, leaving plenty of room for you and Peter at the bar. You sat in the high chair, twirling about as you sipped from your straw. Peter’s camera sat untouched on the polished wood as he leaned against the countertop.

“Hey,” You shouted over the music, “You can go. I’ll stay right here.”

Peter made a face that told you he was really against the idea of leaving you alone.

“I’ll be fine!” You reassure. “I promise not to leave this spot unless I have to pee and not to drink anything unless handed to me by this man.” You said, pointing at the bartender.

Peter still doesn’t seem convinced, “I know you wanted to get some cool pictures tonight- go on, I’ll be fine. Just come back to get me when Dog Water’s coming on.”

When Peter returns, you’re pretty drunk. He, of course, doesn’t know this because he couldn’t see all the dirty glasses you racked up behind the bar, nor the shot glasses. You hated that your mind was so polluted, and sought the assistance of liquor to clear it. Your plan was working for the most part. You were bobbing your head along to the music and thoroughly enjoyed most of it: You turned off your phone after Harry called for the sixth time in a row, and you had built a rapport with the bartender, letting him mix an assortment of drinks for you to try, because why not? Currently, you were sipping on a long island iced tea, and it wasn’t half bad.

When you looked out at the crowd, occasionally, you would catch a glimpse of Peter. You see his curly hair jumping around in the group, or his beat-up Converse as he snaked through people to get a different angle. Sometimes you would just see his camera high above everyone’s heads. Sometimes you would lock eyes and you would send him a little wave that he would return.

He grabbed your arm and helped you off the stool, then used himself as a battling ram to get to the front of the stage. It seems Peter had made some friends too, most people just let you by, no problem.

Your shoes were sticking to the floor, spilt drinks now known to the steel-toed boots you wore. The air was thick with sweat and the rambunctious screams of the concertgoers. The crowd had thinned quite a bit once the headliners got off stage, but now that meant you were surrounded by true “dog-heads.” That’s not really what their fans are called, but you and Peter thought it was funny.

When they came on, nothing else mattered. Not your horrendous week. Not your terrible fight. Not Gwen’s confession. Just your favourite band in all of New York, and your best friend at your side to enjoy it with you. You were sure to lose your voice by the end of this, screaming along to every word they sang as Peter did the same. Their set didn’t last more than forty-five minutes, but they promised to perform here again because “we love this crowd!” You felt a bit of inflated pride knowing that you, as a crowd member, made this an enjoyable experience for them.

But maybe you were right to think so because they signed their set list for you, and Peter got a pick. They rushed off stage, and soon everyone flooded out of the building. You and Peter meandered back to the bar, taking a seat where you had before. You both started rambling about how awesome they were and the new song they played tonight. Your mind was sufficiently blown, and Peter was grinning from ear to ear. The bartender slid him a drink, one you told him you thought Peter would like. But before he could take a sip, you asked for a shot of something strong and expensive.

“Can you make his a double? He needs to catch up.”

The man laughed before passing a tall shot glass of amber liquid to Peter. He sniffed it and winced, which you scolded him for, “You know smelling it only makes it taste worse!”

Peter rolled his shoulders back, clinked his glass to yours, then shuddered as the liquid went down his throat. You, on the other hand, took it like a champ, wiping away some drops that escaped to your lips with your tongue.

“Peter,” you declare, “we don’t have class tomorrow, and I think you should get really drunk with me tonight.”

He thought about your proposal for a moment, then agreed, asking for another shot.

About an hour later, you were both pretty shit-faced. Peter was a lightweight, so it never took much, and you had a head start. Now you were loosey-goosey in body and mind. But you had forgotten the carnal rule of recreational substance use: It makes your feelings bigger. This isn’t a problem when you're celebrating because you’re excited, so drinking just makes you more excited. But when you’re hurt and maybe more than a little insecure about your relationship, it makes you say stupid things from your unfiltered thoughts.

You were sipping on some beers now, watching the little drops of water race towards the counter as they dripped down the bottle. You were thinking about Harry. You were thinking about if he was still mad or not, and if you had a place to sleep tonight. You thought about what kind of messages you would see if you turned on your phone. Would they be apologetic? Or would it be the end? Had you finally pushed him to his limit? Then Gwen filled your mind.

I think he’s not happy with me.

Peter seemed happy to you. They seemed happy together. The way he dotes on Gwen and cares for her is something out of a romance novel. They always smile when together.

I think he wants to be happy with someone else.

The thought is wild to you. You’ve only known Peter and Gwen as extensions of each other. They were a pair, inseparable. Like kittens who bond at the shelter. They can’t be separated because a part of them lives with the other. It was always Gwen and Peter.

“Are you happy?”

The words shock Peter. As did your oddly solemn tone. “Yeah, I’m happy. Are you?”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to talk about me.”

Peter turns now to face you, giving you his full attention. Even if you didn’t want to talk about it, he was there, present and ready to listen to whatever you said.

“Why are you happy?” You asked.

Peter thought about his answer, taking a sip of his beer to contemplate.

“Well, life is pretty good. I have great friends and good grades. My job is okay for now, and my solo career is finally starting to take off, so I might be able to quit The Bugle soon.”

You lean your head against your hand, ignoring the discomfort in your elbow as you rested most of your drunken weight onto it.

“What about Gwen?”

Peter looked at you confused, taking another swig, “What about Gwen?”

You sigh, fingers spinning the bottle in front of you. “Does Gwen make you happy?”

Peter’s looking at you, but you don’t recognise the face he’s making. It’s hard to tell if it’s pity, concern, or anger. But you know there aren’t any of the good expressions on his face, so it must be a bad one.

“Of course she does.”

He says it so simply. Like he doesn’t have to think about the answer. Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

You wonder how Harry would answer. You’re not sure, and the thought makes you a little queasy. It finally dawns on you why Gwen’s words were haunting you. You felt the same way.

Was Harry better off without you?

You’re not sure you want Peter to answer that, so you ask a different question. “Do you ever think you’d be happier with someone else?”

Peter’s face changes again, and you can’t read it either. You think there may be a sadness in his eyes. Or maybe you’re projecting.

He takes a long sip from his beer, then looks at you. When his eyes meet yours, you feel full. Like he was pouring into your cup, and it was overflowing. His eyes looked like gooey chocolate, and you wondered if that was because the man in front of you was so sweet himself.

“I try not to think about it.” He held your gaze, and you felt like he was looking for something in yours. You hoped he found whatever it was he was searching for.

You hummed, taking a sip from your drink. You realised you were sad and wanted Peter to hold you, but that felt wrong for some reason. Usually, you wouldn’t think twice about it. You would flop your head on his shoulder and let him sling an arm around you. You would wrap yourself in his arms and let his hug slowly put you back together again. But something in your mind was telling you the comfort you sought from your friend wasn’t appropriate. Though you refused to dive deeper into the thought, afraid of what you might find. You distracted yourself instead by trying to memorise the bottles the bar had on display.

“Hey,” Peter said, bumping your shoulder with his, “what’s with all the questions?”

You sighed, tracing circles in the puddle of condensation on the counter, “Just…thinking.”

“That’s dangerous,” he joked, “What about?”

Peter had moved closer to you. He was now leaning in, his ear brushing against your shoulder. Your heart leaps when you notice.

“Life, I guess…” You meant to end it there, but when you talk to Peter, you never want to stop. You want to tell him everything. “...and Harry.”

Peter gives a hum similar to the one you let out before. When he looks at you, you feel like glass. He can see everything you think and feel. You’re sure he can read your thoughts and understands them on a deeper level than even you. If his gaze pierces you any deeper: you may shatter.

“What…what about life?” His drunken lips struggled, but the heart was there.

“Like, I don’t know if I’m doing it right. I had all these dreams and stuff, and I’m not even sure if I’m chasing them anymore.” It was impossible to keep your mouth closed. “And I feel like so much of my life has been devoted to Harry, and I love him. I love him so much. But I’m lonely. And I don’t even think he likes me anymore. Or if I really even like him, and I-”

“Whoah, whoah, woah,” Peter drunkenly cuts you off.

The weight of your drunken rambling finally hits you when your lips stop moving, and you think you’d rather drown yourself in the cup in front of you than face your friend after what you’ve said. Then you remember that he’s Harry’s friend, and you feel even worse.

“Your life is so cool,” he tries to reassure.

When you don’t brighten up, he slings an arm around you, and you collapse onto his shoulder. Your stomach turns when you realise this is more comforting than anything Harry could have done for you. Even on the best of terms, his touch- his hold- never warmed you like Peter’s did.

“Soon, you’re gonna graduate. Then you wanna get your master's, and I’ll do that too! I got approved for the scholarships I needed to pull it off, so you won’t be in it alone. You’ll never be alone. Okay?"

You wrapped your arms around him, embracing the hug, swallowing down the guilt, and indulging.

“As for the Harry stuff,” At the mention of your boyfriend’s name, you bristle. Neither of you comment on it. “It all comes down to one question: Are you happy?”

That was a terrifying thought. A thought made more terrifying than your drunken state. You shot out of Peter’s arms, too distracted to notice the shock and confusion on his face. Probably because that was supposed to be an easy question. Like with Gwen.

Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

Does Harry make you happy? ….Maybe.

You hated that answer.

….Maybe.

It makes you happy when he’s happy to see you. It makes you happy when he compliments your cooking, or your outfit, or your hair. It makes you happy when he makes you feel special. But more so, you just like feeling that way.

It doesn’t make you happy when he ignores you. It doesn’t make you happy when he blows up on you. It doesn’t make you happy when he disregards the things in your life as “less important” and then makes you go to fuckin’ galas and fundraisers and ribbon-cutting ceremonies (though that was only once and not completely unbearable). It didn’t make you happy that he dressed you like a doll. It didn’t make you happy that you were always so self-conscious around him. It didn’t make you happy that the only sweet touches you got were to instigate some sort of sexual favour.

Not like with Peter and Gwen. Peter touches her face, just because he wants to. He kisses her head and her cheek and her hand and her temple and her forehead and…and the crown of her head.

And Peter’s done that to you too. And when he did you felt more butterflies in your stomach then than you had in the last three years. And you wanted that again. The butterflies, the comfort, the love.

Except Peter didn’t love you. He loved Gwen. And you were his friend.

And that made you unhappy too. But that was harder to admit.

“Look,” Peter tried cautiously, “It’s okay if you’re not. I mean, I love the guy, but he can be an ass sometimes.”

An ass, yeah. He could be an ass. But you could deal with an ass. You couldn’t deal with losing all of your friends and changing your whole way of life just because he could sometimes be an ass.

“I’m happy!” You shout out. Peter’s eyes widen like saucers at your sudden outburst, and the few patrons (and the bartender) also look up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. But I am. Happy. I’m happy. With Harry.”

You wished that had come out a little more convincing. But instead of dwelling on it, you take another sip of your drink, wanting to fill your mouth before anything else spewed out.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- look it’s none of my business.” Peter offers you a kind smile, and you break a little.

“No, it’s- you’re fine. Honest.” You quickly reassure. “You’re just lookin’ out for me.”

He still seems a little worried, so you tilt your bottle towards him and gently tap the necks together. Peter smiles softly, and you take a sip together, then reached for your phone for the first time tonight. As soon as the device woke up, it started pinging aggressively, each missed notification making itself known. Almost as if your phone was mad at you for ignoring it. But it wasn’t. Harry was.

Peter wanted to ask desperately why you had turned it off at all. And if he had to guess, it was Harry blowing up your phone, but he was just as curious about that as he was about the other thing.

The last message to roll in simply said: I’m sorry.

You think about responding, or if you even should. You would have to read through all of them. That sorry could have been for his behaviour, but it could also be a, “I don’t love you anymore, get out, I’m sorry.”

You weren’t ready yet.

You set down your phone again, your mind too preoccupied with sudden revelations to handle Harry as well.

“Do you ever-”

You close your eyes, embarrassed by how you acted and even more so for all the things you’ve already said. But now your lips won’t stop. You wish they would fall off instead. But Peter is looking at you like you are the most wonderful thing in the world; like every word you share is a gift. It makes you wanna cry.

“It’s possible, isn't it? It’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you, even though you're committed to somebody else.”

You wish you could squash the hope you’re sure in your eyes. You wish you could silence the fluttering in your heart. You wish your brain would stop chanting, yes, yes it is.

Peter seems upset by your question. His eyes dart around the features of your face, his smile turning more and more into a neutral expression. You were watching him slowly cut himself off from you, and it hurt like nothing else ever has.

“No,” He said firmly, looking away from you. “No, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.”

His words stung, but not as much as the hollow look in his eyes after he said it, a possible look of disgust on his face that he chased away with a swig of beer. You think it could be because he can see the guilt on you. The way you shirk away. Or a judgmental one. Knowing exactly why you asked and thinks you’re disgusting for it.

It never crossed your mind that the look was one of shame. Knowing that his words were true, and that he was terrible for it. For looking at you. For wanting you, when he had Gwen. Who was great and wonderful, but not you.

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blogfullofemos · 1 year ago

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Ranching?

NSFW 18+ ONLY!!!!

*I DO NOT CONDONE ANY COPYING OF MY WORK*

Ok so this is for the Kinktober Day 2 prompt: Roleplay + Tittyfucking. I'm still working on my Day 1 prompt and let me just say, its a lot of words. But, enjoy this play on words!! Miguel O' Hara is a cowboy and weeellll...

Pairing: Miguel O' Hara x F!reader (POC)

Warnings: dirty talk (I wrote the most filthiest thing that made me question myself), mentions of roughness, mentions of face-fucking, choking (f rec), voyuerism?, and tittyfucking for milk.

Word Count: 1k

Miguel has the utmost respect for women. Really. He does. But you. You are the impediment of his disciplined morality. See, while the “kids” Halloween party was dying out within Spider HQ. You took his hand and brought him to one of the many meeting rooms; locking the door so no one walks in. “Need you to help me.” you say taking off your red cape, since you came as little red riding hood. Miguel nods as he just watches you transform for the adulterated version of the night. Giving him your red cape, he couldn’t help but ogle at your alluring physique. Leaving nothing to the imagination, you wore a cow-print bikini top followed by the smallest of jean shorts with frills. You pull up the straps of your red thong, enunciating your curves, as you zip open your shorts. Giving him a nervous look, you spin slowly, asking in a southern accent “How do I look O’ Hara?”. Miguel’s eyes land at your dangling jeweled-spider piercing at your stomach. Your pudge and love handles finding a home in his ‘spank-bank’ rolodex. The peek-a-boo of red between your jean’s zipper not helping the tension quickly building in his leather pants.

“Miguel.” you whine with a hint of insecurity, hugging yourself. Blinking his eyes rapidly while clearing his throat, “I-Its…..” he trails, his mind short-circuiting. You let out an exhale while shaking away your nerves. Pulling out a headband with cow ears and horns from your back pocket, you place it a top your curls. Miguel raises his brow, “Are you a cow?” he asks.

“Are you a cowboy?” you retort to his simple observation, unlocking the door. He makes a face at your sarcastic remark because yeah that was a stupid question; but could you blame him? Tossing your red cape to rest on his shoulder, his eyes widen when you open the door. Marring your chocolate skin, his fang’s mark rest at the curvature of your neck. The fading sex-capade, recurring as you sported his signature. Walking out the room, it took everything in him to not drag you back. “Be-.” he breathes.

“OKAYYY (your full name)!!! SHOWING THE GIRLS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE!!” a spiderwoman yells over the blaring music. Drawing attention from the spiders, whistles and cheers reverberate around you two. The spiderwoman runs up to you to take your wrists, quickly pulling you to the pack of spiderwomen stationed at a booth. “CARINO!!” Miguel yells, reaching out for your shoulder and missing. You look back giving him an ‘I’m sorry’ smile while you continue to walk away. Biting his bottom lip, he spots the healing bruise on the left side of your lower back.

30 minutes. It took 30 minutes. A few drinks in with the real cowboy spiderman, Miguel kept his eyes on you. Weaving through swaying bodies, he pulls you into his large frame, his hands on your hip and neck. “Need you now.” he simply states. Closing the door of the limousine, Miguel wastes no time signaling the driver to put up the partition.

You lay on carpeted flooring, your ruddy cheeks expressing the situation at hand. Never mind your runny eyeliner and smeared lipstick. Your petite frame rocks below every groove of his hips. You bare your neck, your veins protruding as you let out a shaky moan of his name. Miguel’s curls sticks to his clammy forehead, cowboy hat still on, he watches his pulsing spit-shined cock pump between your hand covered breasts. Kneeling above you, he ruts powerfully. “Joder… N-need to be. In. You.” he says, putting his hand on the side of your jaw. His thumb rubs your slimy bottom lip as he gives a boyish smirk, evidence of the recent face-fucking tempting his urge to penetrate you. You let out a disapproving whine, “T-told you…. I’m st-ill sore.” you repeat with a raspy voice.

“I.. I know. Just don’t- joder- think I’m going to come… From t-this.” he says. And by Miguel’s calculations, there’s only 20 minutes left. He would definitely need more time in this position. Miguel continues to rut while he sees your face contort in thought.

Suddenly you rip your flimsy bikini top in half, exposing your bouncing breasts as Miguel stutters in movement. He gasps out a Spanish word as he grips your right breast, making you arch your back from the sting as you bite back a moan. You shoot him your most seductive glare as you prepare to send him into ruin. “Your so rough Miggy. W-would’ve let you-fuck-me i-if you didn’t have me…. Bent!!” you moan. Miguel squeezes your breast while biting back a moan, watching you pinch and circle your nipple at the other. “Holding me down. Teaching me how to t-take your cock.” you purr.

“Y-yeah.. And you took it like a good girl, bebita. My. Good. Girl.” he praises, putting his hand back on your jaw and rutting faster.

“But your so big Miggy…. Can s-still feel you when you’re gone.” you pout.

“Fuck, bebita.” he breathes as his hand tightens and untightens from your jaw “But you like that don’t you?? Like how my cock treats you like a sleeve.” he pushes. Your cunt clenches at his unexpected choice of words, a rush of nerves running down your body. “M-Miggy.” you mewl. His hand slides to your neck and you open your mouth slightly, waiting for your breathe to be taken in silent excitement. But he doesn’t. “Mig- please..” you beg.

“Joder bebita…. Keep. Talking.”

“Miguel.”

“M’close. So. Close. Say my name baby.” Miguel says with concentrated brows as he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Choke me Miggy. Por favor papi, por fav-.” you whine but get choked off, causing you to grip his muscular forearm. Miguel grunts as he bites his bottom lip hard, his fangs showing but not puncturing him. His cum spurts out of his redden cock, landing on your chin and his hand. Helping his release, he pumps the rest of his spend on your chest. Loosening the pressure to your neck as he completely finishes. You happen to cough as he moves off of you, sitting back on leather the seats. Catching your bearings, he looks out the tinted window, “5 minutes mi vida.” he informs.

#spiderman 2099 #miguel smut #miguel 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #kinktober2023 #kinktober #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o hara kinktober #miguel x you

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stinkylittleanon · 2 years ago

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Leviathan transfem headcanons! <3

Here it is, guys! Typing this at 4 am and I gotta get ready for school in an hour LMAO

> So first, he/she pronouns! Bigender Leviathan for the win, love her <3

> She doesn’t mind either set of pronouns, but leans more towards feminine titles and compliments. Call her pretty! Call him ma’am!

> She’ll grow his hair out a good bit, not too long but just enough that it’s still easy to wash

> She’ll use cute headphones as lil’ makeshift headbands for her bangs, though it doesn’t work all that well because there’s still hair falling in her face

> He still dresses the same for the most part, though she’ll probably wear more feminine clothing if Asmo convinces her to dress up

> Also the brothers are so accepting!!

> She acts like she doesn’t like it, but when Asmodeus gives him fashion tips he actually takes it into consideration

> She wouldn’t care much for HRT or any surgery, though if he ever does then he knows he can go to at least one of his brothers for help

> Mc buys her cat-ear headphones that are pink and she’s just... He’s over the moon! It’s a bit stereotypical, but she fuckin’ loves feeling cute!

> He does have clothes that Asmo bought her, like skirts and stuff, and she’ll wear it privately to look at herself

> At some point he does get comfortable enough to leave his room in feminine clothing, and the bros and Mc are complimenting her and she’s just so <3333

> Again, she loves feeling cute! Ruri Hana definitely helped him realize this

> He’ll put on eyeliner if she’s feelin’ like it or if Asmodeus puts it on her

> Asmo is getting mentioned a lot but like, he’s Levi’s number one supporter!!

> No name change for her, but more fem nicknames are accepted!

> Call him ViVi and he’ll stop working altogether

> She’ll start acting more cutesy if she feels comfortable, and it makes her so happy!

> If you date him, introduce him as your girlfriend! She’ll get so flustered!

> There’s a few odd things that give her gender euphoria, one of those is walking in the door first- I imagine the ‘Ladies first’ thing is what she things about

> HAIRCLIPS!! HARAJUKU HAIRCLIPS!! She’ll start wearing those and she’s surprisingly good at the aesthetic?!

> Get her a Ruri Hana hairband and she’ll start pulling his hair back, it’s not really long enough to do that but it’s so cute! Like the front pieces are falling out and it’s a bit messy in the back

> The brothers keep switching between referring to Levi as their “Brother” and “sister” and it confuses strangers so much

> Pride pin!!! She gets a pride pin, or you get one for her, and he’ll wear it on his jacket!

All in all, Levi is still Levi. Our silly ol’ otaku! We love transfem Leviathan in this house <3333

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #Obey me leviathan #Leviathan #Transfem headcanons #transfem #transgender #transgender headcanons #transfem Leviathan

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simsausstraya · 2 years ago

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Barbie Extra doll

Creating my irl Barbies, links to CC

The dolls don't come with names, just Barbie and a number so I named them myself.

Jazz - #19

Jazz - #19 - Outfit and CC

Hair - Leah Lilith LaLa Hair

Makeup - Freckles, JH Lipstick #178, Duplex Eyeliner, Candy Flame Eyeshadow from Crypticism, Cali Girl Blush by Crypticism

Hat - S Club ts4 WM Headwear

Top Accessories - Y2K Fluro Sunglasses, Serena Hair (found in earrings (the glitchy hair pink streaks cause its for a different hair style but i couldnt find a hair streak to work)

Top - Sweater (found in right wrist accessories), Base game bra design under a jumper

Bottom - Plaid skirt Dark edition, Carnival Streetwear Nails

Shoes - Realm of Magic Pack Boots

Bottom Accessories - Clarity rings, 3x base game rings

Valentina - #17

Valentina - #17 - Outfit and CC

Hair - Oydis Morgan Braid

Makeup - So Cal eyeshadow from Crypticism, High School Years Pack Blush and Eyeliner

Hat - Trillyke Moonwalk headband

Top Accessories - Nya Layered Necklace, Base game Hoop earrings

Top - Blue Faux Fur leopard print jacket

Bottom - Dissia Leopard Pants

Shoes - Jius Chili collection Platform #2

Bottom Accessories - Clarity rings, 3x base game rings, base game toenails, Spa Day Pack Nails

Doggie:

The dog to match the dog for Barbie #17 - Valentina, is a Lhasa Apso breed available in the Sims 4 Cats and Dogs Pack

It has been a lot of fun watching their story play out in Sim form. There are 2 more Barbies I want to do before separating them into households. I want to start the Barbie Legacy Challenge with one of them too.

#ts4 simblr #sims 4 barbie cc #barbie extra #ts4 barbie cc #ts4 cc finds #ts4customcontent #ts4cc #ts4 barbie #ts4 cas #barbie 2022 #sims 4 barbie

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rusticcircus · 2 months ago

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Hey ya it’s anno back a gain

I hope you’re feeling better!

I have a lil idea for a bot

User is some kind of artic hybrid and it’s like a really hot day, and user was told by their team to do some stuff outside, user is done with the work but they get into an argument since mane and kab have been after them, in the end user gets heat stroke and mane and kab find user

based off a fanfic on ao3 named: everyone adores you (at least i do!)

From: enrequited

I love manehare so much

Don’t over work yourself and remember that your loved and cherished. Take care of yourself cause if you don’t I’ll personally come to you and make you food and make sure you rest enough

(^ω^)／(＾ω＾) *pat pat*

Sooo, i quite liked this idea a lot. You always come with really good ideas !! I love you /platonic

Here !!

If it acts off or you want something changed tell me about it. Pat pat

Some data on their appareances below:

[ ★ ] Manepear

Skin Color: Dark-skinned with a warm undertone.

Hair: Dark brown, slightly messy, often partially covered by his lion hoodie.

Eyes: Hidden beneath an orange blindfold, faint amber glow peeks through.

Body: Lean but muscular, visibly athletic build with several small scars scattered across his body.

Other Features: Large scar across the side of his face (partially hidden by his blindfold), paw pads on his hands, sharp nails, lion tail peeking out from under his hoodie.

Head: Orange blindfold across his eyes, lion-themed hoodie with ears on the hood.

Accessories: Orange patterned cape, patch on his sleeve showing a crown emblem.

Makeup: None.

Top: Dark orange vest over his hoodie, sleeveless with a zipper in the front.

Bottom: Orange jorts with side pockets, exposing scabbed knees.

Shoes: Sneakers with paw prints drawn on the vamp using a sharpie.

[ ★ ] Kaboodle

Skin Color: Light tan with a warm undertone.

Hair: Naturally brown, dyed blue in streaks, often messy with twigs or leaves stuck in it, tied back loosely with her bunny-ear headband.

Eyes: Multicolored—purple at the top, fading into yellow and then green.

Body: Slim, wiry strength, built for speed and agility.

Other Features: Slight Enderian markings on her arms, real bunny ears tipped with purple, faint scars from skirmishes.

Head: Bunny-ear headband (slightly worn, one ear flops down).

Accessories: Gold chain necklace, small crystal charm given by {{user}}.

Makeup: Occasionally wears faint eyeliner.

Top: Baggy navy-blue crop hoodie with bunny ears on the hood.

Bottom: Loose navy pants, slightly worn and patched in places.

Shoes: Black boots with yellow detailing.

#【𖥔】 the ringmaster #【𖥔】 ticket #【𖥔】 request #【𖥔】 Character: manepear #【𖥔】 Character: kaboodle #【𖥔】 Fandom: Lifesteal smp

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dhampiravidi · 2 years ago

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harry potter oc (marauders era)

form adapted from this template:

Basic Information

Full Name: Aurelia "Relia" Lane Gender: Cis Female Species: Human (Witch) Sexuality: openly bisexual Date of Birth: Apr. 16, 1960 (31 in HP1) Citizenship: Dual; American and British (through her parents) Blood Status: Half-Blood* Wand: 11 ½, Ash, phoenix feather House: Slytherin/Gryffindor (Hatstalled)

Appearance

By the time she is an older teen, Relia is a plus-sized, 5'11" female. She has medium-brown skin and dark eyes. While at Hogwarts, she immediately cuts her dark brown hair (which was in braids) and wears it very short, usually with a neutral-colored headband and some earrings. After she graduates, she grows her hair to put it in either braids or a scarf. Relia is fairly well known in her friend group for wearing "dark bohemian" clothes--in other words, long, flowing dresses and skirts in neutrals and dark colors, with heeled boots and eyeliner to match.

Background

She was born to two brilliant Black wizards: her American father, Edward, and her English mother, Angela (who was a Johnson prior to marrying), in Pittsburgh, PA. They worked for MACUSA in the Dept. of Unidentifiable Magical Objects and the Dept. of Aurors, respectively. Relia loved growing up in a magical house, but she enjoyed reading about both the Wizarding World and the No-Maj/Muggle World equally (as her father's parents were of the latter). She went to Ilvermorny for three years, until her parents moved the family to England so she'd get to know her extended family better. Then she began attending Hogwarts, hoping to become an Auror once she graduated. She started out as a Hatstall in Professor Dumbledore's office (as her Sorting was done there), and went on to be fairly dramatic, becoming the Slytherin Chaser as well as one of the top DADA students in her year. Her parents were pleased by all that, which mostly balanced out the occasional fights she'd get into (luckily for her, few were reported to any professors who'd take House points away).

(Marauders Era, post Hogwarts) Relia would go on to become an Auror, as well as a spy for the Order. Though she fought for good while in school, she had a talent for convincing some of her old Housemates that she didn't mind choosing power over being polite, especially since all considered her a Pure-Blood (though she always fancied herself a Half-Blood). Cue lots of plotting and planning, betrayal and intrigue.

(Golden Trio Era) After the First Wizarding War, Relia is called into Hogwarts as a guest lecturer for DADA, as she still serves as an international magical defense consultant. She takes the opportunity to check on Harry Potter (since he's the child of some people she knew while in school) and investigate some things that make her more than a little suspicious.

Personality

It's probably easiest to describe Relia by explaining just how the Sorting Hat found itself torn between putting her in Slytherin and Gryffindor. Like most Gryffindors, she's very extroverted. She thrives among people, whether she's at a party or in a classroom. When there is a decision to be made, Relia is usually the one who takes charge, wanting her opinions to be heard as much as she wants things done "right" (her way). This can go on without dissent, as she is incredibly persuasive--first, she tries the nice way, then the fair, and then, if it's that important, she might use that intimidating bit of herself (which she swears has nothing to do with her height). These traits make her seem scary to those who don't know her well, but the claws are always used for good. She guards her friends with love and passion. However, she is not above arguing with her friends if they try to get her to do something that goes against her morals. This tends to be unlikely, though, as her friends share her inner good nature. She hates bullies, liars, and treachery in general...and sometimes she has a teeny bit of trouble separating the few who make her jealous from this group.

Magic

Best Subject(s): Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts Worst Subject(s): Astronomy, by far* Boggart: something symbolizing betrayal Patronus/Animagus: black cat Amortentia: dewy grass, hot cocoa, woodsy cologne

*Ilvermorny doesn't teach Astronomy, so in addition to being naturally horrible at the subject, Relia was behind in her lessons for it when she came to Hogwarts in her fourth year.

#hogwarts oc #harry potter oc #admin #marauders era oc #aurelia: headcanon

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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maybe you can write a little something about this, during the 68 comeback special elvis says this to the reader.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞

Word count: 1,9K

Warnings: fan!reader, '68 cb special, elvis being a menace, infidelity, sexual innuendos/tension, smutty if you squint.

A/N: honestly- the urge to turn this into a full on smut was so strong 💀. might still do it if y'all twist my arm hard enough...

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You had been a fan of Elvis Presley for as long as you could remember.

Magazine clippings, records, signed Christmas cards sent out by EP Enterprises, movie posters – name it and you had it. You loved collecting those little things and decorating the first apartment you recently got with it.

You had met Elvis on several occassions during and before his time in Hollywood since you lived in California yourself. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d often hang around the outside of his home gates with other fans, catching a glimpse of him whenever he left the premises, or arrived back home from his schedule.

Luck was on your side, because you got more than just a glimpse. Elvis loved interacting with his fans and he was drawn to you the second he saw you, making sure to get familiar with you. You weren’t the type to scream hysterically in his face – not even when his eyes bored intensely into yours or when he’d hold your hand a little longer than anyone else’s – and he liked that about you.

Not to mention the fact that you were absolutely gorgeous and you were on his mind more often than you should.

The line between being a fan and friend to Elvis was starting to get thinner and although you did not openly brag about it, the other fans that you’d hang out with were starting to notice the shift between you and Elvis- most of them were jealous and it caused you to be pushed out of the group a little, getting nasty looks or mumbled insults whenever Elvis wasn’t around.

It made you feel a little awkward sometimes, but you didn’t care at all whenever the singer would greet you with a hug or a kiss.

In the end, you were the one who was winning.

Elvis had made a special request that you’d be present at the taping of the comeback special- when Joe told you the news, you were absolutely over the moon.

You called in sick at work on the day, not caring if it would get you in trouble or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there was no way in hell you’d let it slip through your fingers.

That day, you spend a little longer on your hair and make-up than usual, but you wanted to make sure you looked pretty. You wanted to look beautiful for Elvis- ofcourse, the thought of being asked to come backstage was heavy on your mind. He had complimented you on your eyeliner a lot of times before, telling you it made your eyes pop. He also liked your locks curled and your dresses short; you’d seen his eyes lingering on your bare thighs plenty of times before.

As you got to Burbank and were seated at the front of the small square stage among other fans, you weren’t worried about the fact that you were so dressed up at all. Before leaving your apartment, you were nervous that the colorful scarf you makeshifted into a headband and hung down your back through your locks was a little too much, but seeing how much effort everyone put into their looks, you weren’t worried. With your little white dress and the color of your heels matching your scarf, you looked and felt amazing.

Elvis seemed to think the same thing- the second he came onto the stage and he fell back into his performing ways so effortlessly, he noticed you immediately. After all, he was the one who had made sure you’d be seated at the front. With your eyes looking up at him through those whispy long lashes, begging for his attention, he couldn’t help himself but come down to your side of the stage more often than he should.

You relished in the attention he was giving you, the combination of his eyes looking right into your soul and his voice touching all your senses making you blush like a fool. You were pretty sure the reason for you feeling so hot wasn’t because of the lighting in the studio, but rather the leather outfit adorning Elvis’ body.

As you moved your hair to one side and exposed the curve of your neck while fanning yourself with your hand, it had him shamelessly grunting in the mic.

Everyone figured it was part of the performance and it got them to swoon and scream, but as he shot you a sneaky wink, you knew better.

Your favorite singer took it a step further once he sat on a chair with a guitar in his lap, the other men you were all too familiar with surrounding him. As Scotty caught your eye, recognizing you from back in the day, he flashed you a quick smile and Elvis felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as you wiggled your fingers in a wave at the guitarist.

With his wife in the back of the audience and Susan, who he was sharing the sheets with now and then, backstage, Elvis knew he was being unreasonable. But how was he even expected to behave when you looked so damn stunning among that crowd of people?

He was a man. A weak one when it came to pretty women- especially when they came in the shape of you.

You were swooning as soon as the first melodies of ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’ echoed through the studio. It was one of your absolute favorites- you had forgotten about mentioning this to Elvis once, but he hadn’t. He looked at you as he started singing, but forced himself to aim his attention on other people in the crowd and the guys around him as well because if it were up to him, he would’ve sung it for you and you only.

Elvis was a professional through and through, but it was like you had some freaky magnetic force surrounding you and he wasn’t strong enough to fight the urge to keep being drawn to you. Scotty wasn’t an absolute idiot, and neither were the others- they all exchanged knowing smirks with each other, knowing the singer was bound to break any time now.

It only took him three full lines, before the comment that had been burning on his tongue flew right off.

“Does your memory stray- man, she’s pretty,”

The small wolf whistle that followed as he looked right at you made your heart jump in your chest. You widened your eyes a little, cheeks flushing with the way Scotty and Charlie’s laughs were very much audible. You weren’t an idiot- you knew the comment was meant for you and even though it had you feeling even hotter than before, you weren’t fainting in hysterics over it.

Biting your lip, you grinned and pointed at yourself.

“Me?” you mouthed playfully to Elvis as he sneakily looked at you, making him rumble out a deep laugh in the mic as he continued singing. He smirked and nodded your way, sending you another wink before he was forced to look away from you once more before people around you would start to get suspicious.

He was singing this song for you and he made sure you knew it by sneakily meeting your eyes and sending you little smiles.

If they hadn’t already.

You nearly gave him a heart attack by blowing him a kiss after the song- he couldn’t wait until he was done.

Some fans you met in the crowd asked you to join them for drinks after the show but you were stolen out of the crowd leaving the studio in a whirlwind.

While you had been excited to cool down with some girls and talk about the show, you’d much rather follow Joe through the long maze like hallways of the studio like you were doing right now.

Your heart was beating so fast you worried the smaller man next to you heard it, but he didn’t seem like he did as he casually knocked on a door, making you abruptly halt in your fast paced walk. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, the door swinging open two seconds later to reveal a sweaty Elvis, still clothed in his leather fit.

You didn’t know why you were so flabbergasted- you met Elvis many times before, had conversations with him about the most random shit as if he was your closest friend while standing outside of his house or his car. But you had never met Elvis like this.

Never in a dressing room backstage and never with him looking like that.

Joe smiled at you as he gestured for you to go inside and as you did, he disappeared as Elvis closed the door. The singer pulled you into a hug, his large hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Did you enjoy the show, honey?”

You looked up at him as he pulled away, keeping distance between the two of you as he held onto your shoulders. He looked down at your dress, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed thighs; he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them.

“I did,” you told him, finding your voice. It was less shaky than you had expected- good. You didn’t want him to think you had suddenly become a crazed fan that would faint upon the sight of him. “You were really amazing, Elvis,”

“Just amazing?”

You laughed softly at the way he grinned at you, allowing him to slip his hand into yours to tug you along to the couch. Sitting down next to him, you crossed your legs and shifted your body into his direction a little, smiling sweetly.

“And sexy,” you blurted out, knowing you were stepping in dangerous waters here- but that was exactly what you wanted. Your hand found its way to his knee, manicured nails drawing small circles on the leather as you leaned in a little closer to him. “I love the leather,”

He felt his cock twitching in the tight confinement of his pants as you whispered those words to him, your hand crawling closer up his thigh.

“Oh yeah, what do you love about it, hm?” he spoke lowly, his tongue making an appearance as he licked his lips while he placed his hand on he side of your neck, thumb caressing your jawline.

He had fantasized about getting you in this kind of situation a lot- unfortunately, he never had the chance to take you into his house or car because other people were always around.

Either other fans, or his wife.

He made sure he wouldn’t have anyone bothering him for a good hour now, and he was planning to put that hour to good use.

“It’s very.. tight,”

Your hand unexpectedly found the bulge in his pants, palming him softly through the fabric- he hummed deeply as he smirked, moving his hand to the back of your head to push your face closer to his. You arched your back a little so your chest would be up against his and he snaked his other arm around your waist, hand easily founding your ass which was exposed due to your short dress and the very skimpy panties you decided to wear.

“I can think of another thing that’s very tight,” he whispered, not giving you the time to respond as he pressed his lips softly against yours. You moaned softly in his mouth as his tongue found yours and his hand dipped lower, prodding his fingers in between your thighs to explore what he had been daydreaming about for so long.

The real thing was so much better than his imagination.

It was safe to say that you had been upgraded from fan to friend, maybe even more; either way, you had worked your way into Elvis’ inner circle, making it to the other side of the gate.

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#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x you #elvis presley x you #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x y/n #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis drabble #elvis presley drabble #elvis imagine #elvis presley imagine #68 comeback special #68 special #elvis #elvis presley #tamwrites

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kusaka6e · 3 years ago

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BOYS IN THE BAND

(fairy tail ver) | mha ver | aot ver

band!au

various fairy tail x fem!reader

hcs about ft characters as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

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sting, the drummer

he’s okay at guitar too (he had to learn it to compete with natsu) but he was made for the drums

absolutely loves looking up from doing an amazing drum solo and seeing you front row

could not care less about validation from anyone other than you and it’s the cutest thing

like he doesn’t acknowledge anything says about his earring but is all in your face like “baby does this jewelry look okay??”

matching crop tops <3

made things official by him + the rest of the band bringing you to an empty venue and playing iris by the goo goo dolls for you, that turned into “iris” being one of sting’s nicknames for you

listens to a lot of rap/hip-hop outside of the band

you two have had rap battle dates on more than one occasion and even thought he swears he’s the better of the two of you, you somehow always end up winning

rogue, the bassist

this mf tried to be all cool and nonchalant until you complimented his playing on one of your favorite songs and he melted

he will def buy you a ticket to come see him at a show that’s far away with absolutely no warning

“rogue, sweetheart, this is in three days. you do know i have work?” “yea well i wanna see you, so work will have to wait.”

found frosch as a stray one of their out of town shows and refused to give the cat up so now that’s you two’s child

he buys the most ridiculous costumes and outfits for frosch and lives for the pictures you send him once the outfits are on

family halloween costumes with frosch ?? absolutely

loves when you do his eyeliner before shows, he swears it makes him play better

natsu, the guitarist

he’s so obnoxious omfg

i’m tired of his bullshit just thinking about it

when you come to rehearsals/soundchecks, he’ll purposely pretend to not know a song to get an excuse to show off in front of you

like “hey, you guys know that one song? the one that goes like…?” *launches into the world’s most dramatic guitar solo* “y’know, that one?” and he’s definitely shooting winks and cheeky grins your way after

the rest of the boys (especially gajeel) definitely use snitching to you as a way to get natsu to calm tf down LMAOOO

when you come to shows that are farther away he definitely tries to get you to sleep in his tiny ass bunk on the tour bus

you do

and the pictures that come from it are adorable

gajeel, the lead singer

he prefers to play acoustic guitar over electric, which is how he decided to sing for the band instead

people notice how much softer he is with you and he tries to deny it, knowing damn well he loves being babied by you

definitely matches his eyebrow piercing to one of your piercings

pictures of you EVERYWHERE; taped on the wall of his bunk on the tour bus, in his wallet, inside his phone case

strictly wears headbands/bandanas you pick out for him on stage

if he’s near you he’s touching you, no exceptions

usually pretty mellow and laid back unless it’s about you

he’s not above knocking someone out if they’re making you upset it have your name in their mouth (he has and 100% will do it again)

#fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail headcanons #natsu #natsu dragneel #natsu x reader #gajeel #gajeel redfox #gajeel x reader #sting #sting eucliffe #sting x reader #rogue #rogue cheney #rogue x reader #natsu headcannons #gajeel headcanons #sting headcanons #rogue headcanons

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soupthatistohot · 4 years ago

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Sk8 headcannons because brainrot

- Langa doesn't know how to swim except the doggy paddle

- Reki wanted a dog as s kid so badly that he made an entire presentation about it for his parents and got his sister involved, too. They had to tell him no, because they couldn't afford it and because dogs require a lot of attention. Reki wouldn't speak to his mother for two days.

- Reki has definitely tried to skateboard in high heels before and he definitely failed

- Miya's YouTube recommended page consists solely of playthroughs and theories for his favorite RPGs

- Kojiro was a pokemon kid

- Langa had braces in middle school but hardly anyone noticed because of how quiet he was. His mouth was almost always closed, and he smiled with his mouth closed for photos, so there is no photo documentation that he ever even had braces

- Langa doesn't take a lot of photos, not at all. If he does, it's of nature or whatever. He has, like, one photo of him and Reki in his phone.

- Reki takes more videos than photos. If vine was around when he was a teen, he definitely would've made a viral video

- Kaoru got the first piercing because Kojiro dared him to, thinking he wouldn't actually do it. After that he just kept getting them because he thought they looked cool. (Though he definitely did that first piercing himself and it got infected. He went to tattoo parlors after that)

- the only person in the past five years who has seen Kaoru in anything but a yukata (or similar traditional clothing) is Kojiro. Apparently Kaoru wears shorts in his own home occasionally.

- Reki has long eyelashes

- Reki always has to remind Langa to wear sunscreen, even on cloudy days. Langa did NOT inherit any genes from his mother that would allow him to tan, and thus was constantly either a) white as a sheet or b) red as a tomato

- as soon as Koyomi learned what "gay" was, she looked at Reki and Langa and decided that they were secretly dating (they were not, but she wasn't that far off, it was just mutal pining!)

- Reki knows that airpods are useful and convenient and he can definitely afford them but refuses to ever buy them

- Reki likes grape flavored popsicles and Langa and Miya agree that this is a crime against humanity

- Miya loves sour candy and once made Reki and Langa eat seven warheads at once with him. He was majorly unaffected, but the other two actually physically damaged their tastebuds

- Miya eats lemons in restaurants (including Sia La Luce, and it drives Kojiro crazy)

- Miya doesn't like lemonade, though. It's too sugary.

- Before "S", Hiromi's persona of Shadow lived online as an internet troll

- Langa gets weirdly invested in internet drama even though he doesn't know the first thing about the people they're about (he could tell you the whole timeline of the Tati and James Charles drama tho)

- Reki's English writing is just as bad as Langa's Kanji, and they try to help each other with it but get a little frustrated

- While Miya has great grades in school, it's not because it comes easily to him (like skating). He actually works really hard, and he struggles the most with reading and writing. His favorite class is art.

- Kojiro is a truth serum drunk

- Reki really likes sunflowers, and just flowers in general. He'd probably never say it out loud to anyone but Hiromi or maybe Langa, but he just thinks they're pretty and appreciates their beauty.

- Langa is not a picky eater, but he will, under NO circumstances, eat anything with mustard on it.

- Kojiro taught himself how to braid hair in middle school using Kaoru's hair (he very reluctantly let Kojiro do this)

- Langa used to have a lisp as a child, but he eventually grew out of it

- Reki has glasses with a fairly weak prescription that he just doesn't use (they're supposed to be "just for school" but he really cannot be bothered. plus, he heard that if you don't wear glasses when you need them that your vision won't worsen and might even improve)

- Kojiro not only speaks fluent Italian, but also is proficient in French and even speaks English well enough to get his point across

- Reki loved reading American comic books as a kid. It was just too bad that he had no clue what the dialogue was. He'd try to come up with the dialogue himself, though, and his mom would always find him muttering to himself in various voices when reading

- Reki's headband was a gift from Oka

- Almost anyone in Reki's school could call him their friend, but he never really hung out with anyone (but his other friend who used to skate) until Langa came along

- Langa is a good dancer, Reki... is not (but he has fun!)

- Kaoru can break dance, but no one but Kojiro knows this (for now)

- Miya never has a huge growth spurt like everyone expects him to, he remains below average in height

- Reki doesn't watch a lot of shows, but he LOVES Avatar: the Last Airbender (I assume that show has been translated into Japanese??)

- Langa straightened Reki's hair once with his mother's iron. He burned both his ears multiple times

- Miya actually has a convoluted haircare routine

- Kojiro got Kaoru into the habit of always carrying around lip balm with him (whenever Kaoru would ask to borrow his, he would make an indirect kissing joke. eventually Kaoru just got his own)

- Reki definitely had a crush on the friend that taught him to skate and just did not realize it at the time because he thought he only liked girls

- Reki sleeps under his sheets and blanket all year round

- Langa had terrible acne in his early teen years and he was an early bloomer

- Reki had a tooth gap before he got braces

- Miya wears Invisalign, Reki and Langa insist that he’ll never know the torture that was having braces and remark how “kids these days” have it so easy

- Langa is good at history, mostly because he has a decent memory

- Kojiro got homesick very often when he was in culinary school in Italy, and he called his parents every Sunday

- Langa had a kindergarten girlfriend who was absolutely heartbroken when Langa told her that he just wasn’t that interested. She threw a temper tantrum and punched Langa in the face.

- Hiromi was in a long-term relationship with a girl in high school, but they broke up when she left for college. It took him a while to recover.

- Hiromi is better at mariokart than Miya and it pisses him off

- no one wants to be in the room when Kaoru and Kojiro play mariokart against each other

- Reki got sick a lot as a kid, usually just the common cold (which was kind of ironic given the climate he grew up in)

- Langa never really held anyone’s hand (not since he was a literal child, anyway) until he met Reki. He then discovered that he liked having his hand held

- Kaoru wears eyeliner to “S”

- it takes Langa a few months to really start to unpack his boxes and decorate his room when he moves to Okinawa

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 anime #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #miya chinen #higa hiromi #sk8 headcanons #sk8 the infinity headcannons #sk8 renga #matchablossom #renga #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 shadow #soupshcs

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scribeoffate · 2 years ago

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3, 9, 29? 🥺👉👈

Thank you for asking!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Another scottuary fic I am really proud of is: Equivalent Exchange. I know I've kind of talked about this before, but I really felt like I learned a lot doing some kinda subtle rewriting for this one. This is a Noshiko and Scott fic and I also ended up drawing on this experience a lot writing my Kira and Satomi fic later on during the year.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

We all know it's Scott/Deucalion. With Scott/Stiles as technically my favorite. But I posted 27 truedemon fics this year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

(this is impossible. i will choose one of so many favorites)

from halloween: my Kira fic that people did not get into but man do i adore it, a lil Ken and Kira snip from it Her dad stands underneath the banner, dressed in a dark orange suit with red trim, a headband with fox ears, and a matching tail. Someone has drawn whiskers and a nose on his face in eyeliner. He’s holding a plastic pumpkin filled with gold-wrapped chocolate coins.

“Dad,” Kira hisses, glancing up at the sign.

“Who’s dad? I’m Flynn the Feisty Fox here to welcome you on your adventure, young hero!”'

ao3 unwrapped questions

#ask game #teen wolf #noshiko yukimura #scott mccall #ken yukimura #kira yukimura #ao3 unwrapped

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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Are your prompts still open? If so can you do 7 from the NSFW for Levi Ackerman?

“so pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly”

pairing: levi ackerman x female reader

cw: language, modern au, nsfw (maid outfit, stripping, male receiving oral, restraints, deep throating, praise, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding kink)

word count: 2000+

a/n: hope you liked this my lovely, had a lot of fun writing levi nsfw as i’ve never written him for nsfw.

summary: in which levi buys you a maid outfit as a joke, now a week later you wear it waiting for him to come home, to give him exactly what he’s wanted since he bought it

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Levi didn’t know why he had ordered the outfit, he had been sent the link by Eren accidentally and had become infatuated with the blacks and whites, the little apron and short frilled out skirt. The white thigh highs, the black puffed out short sleeves and the cute little headband that accompanied it with cat like ears.

Levi had dismissed the thought of buying it, it wasn’t something he was personally into but imagining you in it, prancing around the apartment. He could imagine you being a good little housewife in it, ready for him to breed and take over. He found himself at work the next day buying it without a second glance. It was something he forgot about until you called his name with the package in front of you.

“I bought it as a joke.” He lied out as you chuckled at the costume, it was your size and Levi’s mouth almost watered at the sight of seeing you in it, bending out, teasing him with no will. He took a sharp breath before looking at you, you still stared at it waiting for more information, “you don’t need to wear it.”

That was the end of the conversation on the maid outfit, you chucked it into the inner depths of your wardrobe, Levi unable to ever see you wear it. Well that’s what he thought, you could see in his eyes how much he craved to see you wear it, craved for you to give him a show in the outfit. How could you ever resist your boyfriend, he’d been so good for you, always helping you around the apartment, cooking amazing dinners and always making you cum. He deserved a treat.

It had only been a week until you pushed your hand into your wardrobe trying to find the sealed plastic. You finally had it in your grasps before ripping it away, the outfit stood as a set. It was cute, something you hadn’t expected Levi to ever enjoy but his mouth almost salivated just with the outfit in your hand. You quickly undid your clothes, before wearing the costume, the short skirt barely met your lower thigh, traces of your ass peeking out. The square neck leaving your chest on show and the cat ears and thigh highs that suffocated your thighs. You twirled the fake feather duster in your hand, it gave nothing to the look as you easily chucked it away.

Now all you had to do was wait, wait for your lover to come home and see you. You didn’t know what you were going to do, how you were going to surprise him. You couldn’t just be sitting waiting for him on the couch, you needed for it to be special. You quickly went to your bedroom sending Levi a text to come straight to your shared room before grabbing the stuff you needed from a box in your bottom cabinet.

You waited patiently in the room, you knew he was coming home soon, and he hadn’t responded to your text which made you get anxious. You heard the jingle of the keys before a loud sigh came from his mouth, you heard him shuffle taking his shoes off before dropping his stuff onto the couch. “Y/n, what’s in our room?” He shouted but you gave no reply quickly closing the light and hiding behind the door.

He gave another loud sigh before walking to the door, he almost stumbled inside trying to find the light switch. But you met his hand instead, standing behind him, you wrapped your hands around his eyes as you could hear his harsh breath. “Baby wha…”

“You trust me right?” You whispered into his ear, giving a kiss to just under his earlobe. He nodded as he waited for your next words, “close your eyes.” He did as he was told, shutting his eyes as he felt a cool silk material get wrapped around his eyes.

You looked at his outfit, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, the undone buttons leaving your imagination to go wild. “You gonna show me something good baby.” He spoke lowly as you gave a soft chuckle, he felt your hand on his own before being pushed onto the bed. “Babe…” He trailed off as he felt you straddle his lap, taking one of his hands and tying it to one end of the bedpost before you did the same to his other.

“I’m going to take this off baby, wait for me to tell you when to open your eyes.” You spoke slowly, kissing his neck as he twitched under you.

“Okay.” He mumbled out as he felt you take the blindfold off, probably chucking it to the side. He kept his eyes shut hearing rustling in front of him. You had moved right between his legs, kneeling as you sat in a way which you knew he’d love.

“Open your eyes baby.” Light flashed into his eyeline, the sun was setting as his eyes adjusted to the light, before looking at what was in front of him.

You kneeled in front of him, mouth-watering to taste him, he stared down at the outfit, eyes flicking between the kitten ears right down to your hand that rested in front of your cunt. “Baby girl, you treating me right tonight aren’t you?”

He hated the restraints, you were going to toy with him, suck him off without even a chance to push your mouth deeper on his cock. He knew you, knew what you were like, that innocent smile that played across your face was a deception that hid your true malice. “I want to make you feel good, baby.”

He craved your touch, craved everything about you, “you gonna be my good girl and do what I tell you.” He watched you eagerly nod your head, even when he was in a submissive position you would never disobey him. Always listen to his words, every action he asked from you, you’d do. You were under his seductive spell and he was loving every bit of it. “So pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly.”

He licked his lips in anticipation, watching how you stayed kneeling, the way you slowly unzipped the side of the outfit, how the sleeves fell off your shoulder, your exposed breasts right in his eyeline. You easily took the dress off, he watched how your slick seeped out of your cunt, “no underwear baby.” He cooed as he had to suppress a moan from just seeing your cunt and tits on show, “leave them on.” He gestured to the thigh highs and kitten ears, he saw how you stayed kneeling in front of him, his pretty girl, with that pretty cunt that he owned.

Your eyes moved down to the evident bulge in his trousers, you crawled towards his cock. Slowly undoing the belt buckle and zip. You licked your lips waiting to see his cock spring out as you pulled his trousers down, it stayed at his ankles as you found yourself staring at the deeply blushed tip of his cock. It curved towards his stomach and the vein that accompanied the side made you want it in your mouth. “Go on baby.” He spoke as you looked like you were going to suffocate if you didn’t have him inside his mouth. “Pretty girl, use that mouth.”

You obliged hand reaching the base as you took a long lick upwards to the tip, pre cum spilling up as it seeped onto your tongue. “show me.” He groaned out as you lolled your tongue out for him to see the white sit perfectly on your tongue. You had bent forward, to take more of him, your exposed ass high for him to see with the white thigh highs. The kitten ears were right in front of him sitting against your head as you took another lick upwards before swirling your tongue on his tip.

“I’m gonna make you fee…feel good.” You murmured too infatuated with how perfect his cock was, you quickly swirled your tongue against his tip again before taking a deep breath as you pushed your mouth to wrap around his cock. Your mouth barely fit half of him until his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Ke…keep going.” He groaned as he continued to try and thrust his hips further into your mouth, he watched as your eyes watered at the consistent contact. As much as he loved treating you like his good girl he needed to grab your head and push his cock right down your throat. He pulled at the restraints, the rope being loose but still hard to get out of, every time he thrusted into your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his cock sent a wave through him as he tried to get out of the rope.

He watched how the tears fell onto his thigh, one hand gripping the thigh as the other moved your hair to the side to easily deep throat him. He heard gargles from your mouth as you moaned at the impact of it all, he felt one restraint start to give way as his hand easily came out. He saw the concentration in your eyes as you bounced your mouth up and down, trying to fit all of him down your throat. “Good girl, t…taking me so well.” He groaned as he quickly undid his other hand, “let me help you my love.” He cooed as he watched you look up at him with watered eyes, you saw his hands free as he rubbed his wrists. Before tightly wrapping one hand in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

“P…please let me h…have you in my mouth.” You cried out hands gripping his thighs as he moved his other hand to your jaw down to your neck before flicking his fingers against your nipples.

“I’ll let you make me cum, princess.” He muttered before you felt him slam your mouth right onto his cock, he pushed your throat further as he thrusted upwards. Feeling the base of his cock reach your mouth as his tip sat comfortably down your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but the suffocation made it harder. He moved back and forth using your hair to easily drag your mouth in the same movement. He watched as you babbled out nonsense about being his good girl, which you definitely were. “C…c’mon jus…just a little bit more, you want to make me cum, don’t you, you want to be my good girl…keep going.”

The praise made you continue to swirl your tongue against his cock, you felt stuffed in your mouth, your cunt swelling to feel some contact as well, as you felt Levi’s other hand hold onto your shoulder to push you further down. The evident swell in your throat of Levi’s cock made him groan even more, your movement with your tongue and feel your lips wrap around him made him want to cum in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours…make everybody know who this mouth belongs to.” He groaned as he just heard a short yes, his pace quickened as he kept with his hand in your hair, your nose hitting the base at every thrust. “Fuck…baby, su…such a good girl.”

He leant back, tilting his head backwards as he looked at the ceiling, groaning as he felt his cock twitch, “cum.” He heard the single word come from your mouth as you went for some air before his cock divulged back into your mouth. At the word he found the white liquid gush cascade into your mouth, his cock spilling inside your throat as the war liquid stayed on your tongue. He groaned as he felt empty of cum watching how cum and drool dribbled out of your mouth.

“Show me.” He looked up at your frame, your nipples hard and cunt filled with slick, he moved his hand to your jaw, thumb brushing your lips as you opened your mouth. Cum coating your tongue and teeth, your sweety dishevelled look made him seductively joyous. “Swallow.”

You did as he wanted, swallowing the cum and saliva as he wiped your mouth clean, hand on your jaw. “You want to cum as well, baby.” He teased just as he was about to kiss you, eyes flicking onto your frame and swollen cunt. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want too.”

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