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nejiverse · 11 months

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STRIKERMAN

Sae, Shidou, Nagi, Reo

In which i write scenarios of you and the boys both being spiderman. Fem! Spiderman! Reader

cw: mention of feet in sae's, shidou being as foul as ever (what's new), suggestive, reo and shidou trynna rizz y/n up fr, maybe ooc reo, implied reader is shorter than shidou ….is it bad that the only spiderman i’ve seen is the two spiderverse movies?💀

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You were sitting on Sae's couch, your legs flung over said man's shoulders who was sitting on the floor in front of you with his back against the couch. You were both clad in your suits but with no masks on.

"How'd you think your fans would react if I took a picture of you right now painting another woman's nails", you poked at his head, running a hand through his hair.

He dipped the brush into the white nail polish once again and added a second coat onto your toe.

"You've got fans too. I'm sure i'd make good money out of selling your feet pics", he retorted.

You smacked his head repeatedly, cringing at the sheer thought of him doing that. Despite the fact that it hasn't even happened yet (nor will it ever happen on your watch) you could still feel the embarrassment. "I'd be mortified! Please don't ever do that", you pleaded.

"Alright, alright. You're about to concuss me", he took a hold of your wrist and quickly laid a small kiss on your gloved wrist.

"I would never do that...probably".

"Hey!".

You stretched the neck of his suit out, catching a glimpse of the hickeys littered on the back of his neck from your earlier makeout session before snapping it back against his skin.

He hissed in pain and rubbed the back of his neck, turning around and giving you a scowl. A fake one. He wasn't really upset about it.

Once you noticed he was done painting your nails, you brought your legs down from over his shoulders and leaned his head backwards so that his head was in between your thighs as you cradled his cheeks in your palms.

"On second thought, I should've taken the picture...I want all of your fans to know you're mine", you grinned, soaking in his blue eyes that were curtained with long lustrous eyelashes.

"I wouldn't give any other woman the time of day anyway, you know that", he said. "Besides we can't reveal our identities...idiot", he flicked your forehead.

"Oh right!", you laughed sheepishly.

A harsh slap to your ass and you already knew who the culprit was.

You turn around with a scowl on your face as you rubbed a soothing hand against your ass. That would definitely leave a mark.

"I come here to think and now I've lost my train of thought because of you!".

"You look so hot today, I couldn't help myself", he shrugged his shoulders.

You folded your arms against your chest.

"We're wearing the same damn thing, slap your own ass", you retorted. You shook your head and sat down against the ledge. "Im seriously gonna take up Rin's offer of getting you a damn cage", you spat.

Shidou had a frown on his face now from hearing…..his name.

He looked down at you. "You talk to that loser?".

You didn't respond. Shidou poked at your side with his foot. You merely kept ignoring him.

Shidou chuckled under his breath, taking a seat next to you.

"Y'know you're really hot when you're mad at me".

Nothing. Not even a reaction.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out to your face, taking your mask off. It was only fair he catch a glimpse of your face since he took his off ages ago.

An amused grin grew on Shidou's face when he feasted his eyes on your flustered face.

He chuckled lowly. "Did I really get you this worked up? Little ol' me?", he teased.

You reach over to get your mask back from him. "Give it back!", he did exactly the opposite.

He got up and held the mask over his head, using his height and build as an advantage. You got up after him, trying to get it back as you went on your tiptoes and held you arm up a high as you can.

Shidou glanced at your unimpressed glare on your face and your chest against his, feeling a sense of superiority wash over him.

He leaned down and kissed you lips, his hand coming to the back of your head and pushing your body flush against his once again.

He bit on your lip softly, causing your grip on his chest to tighten. He pulled away a bit, but his lips were still very close to yours.

"You're strange", you said against his lips.

He pecked your lips once more before placing you mask over your head. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that", he snickered.

You shot some webs from your wrist, one going around his wrists and his legs, causing him to fall back onto the ground.

"Wow Y/n I never knew you were into this kinda thing~", he taunted at which you gritted your teeth at his annoying personality.

"Shut up! And stop using my real name", you muttered, walking closer to the ledge preparing to ditch Shidou and jump off until he told you to wait.

"What now?".

"Day 16 of asking you to sit on my face?".

"Absolutely not".

You hated when interviewers and reporters crowded you whenever you finish defeating a tough enemy.

Couldn't they understand that it was exhausting and you needed space to at least breathe??

You swung between a few structures before landing in a quiet alleyway and slid your suit off your shoulders and out of your arms, taking the bandage wrap you stole from one of the ambulances on sight and used it to wrap the wound on your arm.

"You hurt yourself every time", a voice chimed in.

You looked up and were startled by Nagi's face who was very much in your personal space. He was hanging upside down from a building and you backed away a bit.

"And you show up after the fight every time", you rolled your eyes playfully.

"I was asleep and getting up was a hassle", he yawned.

"You said that the last time too", you finished wrapping your arm and put on your suit fully again.

You walked closer to him again and pinched his cheeks, stretching and pulling them.

"Your Spiderman now, not just Nagi Seishiro", you giggled.

"Mmm. Spiderman needs a kiss", he looked down at your lips which were upturned into a smile.

You tilted your head. "Does Spiderman need a kiss? Or is it actually Sei that wants one?".

"Both".

You chuckled and leaned closer to his lips. Nagi beat you to the punch and seized your lips before you could do just that. His kiss was needy, he did everything in his power to deepen it, pushing his head closer to yours if that was even possible, cradling your head in his free hand. You were starting to think he was a better kisser when he was upside down.

You parted your lips from his, Nagi chasing you lips for more as he came down and held your waist.

"One more for Sei", he muttered. "That one was for Spiderman".

"That stupid Reo", you muttered from the top of a building as you looked down upon the purple haired man helping the civilians out from the rubble.

"Stupid stupid Reo", you continued. "Always stealing my spotlight".

Suddenly you heard a voice from behind you.

"Who's stupid?".

Your shoulders jerked up and you turned your head sharply, being startled by that voice you were very much familiar with.

You scowled. "How the hell did you get up here so fast??"

Reo puffed out his chest proudly. "Magic".

You rolled your eyes— even though he couldn't see it— and hopped onto various buildings. You were ready to go home and go to sleep.

"There can't be two spidermans around here", you spoke loudly because you knew he wasn't far behind you. Reo had a habit of following you around like a lost puppy.

"There isn't two spidermans silly", he chuckled. "I'm spiderman and you're spiderwoman".

"No no. I'm also spiderman. I always knew you weren't— ".

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face Reo who wasn't able to stop in time, resulting in him clashing into you and the both of you falling back off the building.

You both yelped, thinking of ways to stop yourselves from plummeting to your deaths.

Unfortunately, both you and Reo's first thought was to shoot two webs at the buildings to your left and to your right.

The reason why it was unfortunate was because your webs got tangled up and you two ended up slamming into each other, bodies right up against each other and webs tangled around you two.

If any civilians were to decide to look up at the sky, they would certainly think they were gone crazy.

"...A feminist", you finished your previous sentence and gave Reo and unimpressed look. "Is this your way of flirting?", you deadpanned.

"Is it working?".

"No".

"Then I guess it's not", Reo sighed.

masterlist :)

a/n: spider man nagi is definitely my favourite, lmk yall’s favourite 😌 also let’s take a minute to appreciate this fanart (sshiroixx on twitter)

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 5 months

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Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

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creatureshrieks · 4 months

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Another thing about Leatherface is outside of the situations we see him in (ie murdering people) he's a... sweet enough guy. He loves his family and wants to make them proud - though he is also afraid of them. Drayton fully beats the shit out of him with that broom handle in the first movie and instead of retaliating he just cowers. Bubba could literally snap Drayton's neck with his bare hands but he never does. Bubba is very much afraid of his family, even if he loves his family and will do anything to keep them safe. He's afraid of them being hurt. He's afraid of them being disappointed in him. He's just afraid. I think if he likes someone he's pretty gentle with them when he's not... over emotional, which can happen pretty easily. He'll make things for them or give them trinkets or even just things he found around the farm, like flowers and stuff like that. He's a good guy.

That said, and mind you a lot of this does come from more of the movie than the game, Bubba is generally alone at the house. Drayton runs the nearby gas station for money, Nubbins leaves the property probably pretty often. Chop Top only appears in the second movie so he's entirely gone during the events of the first. Bubba really does stay home and care for the house and the surrounding land. He tends to the animal (I think he likes animals, though he also understands they're just for food. When the time comes he'll kill them, but he does treat them well before that! Treating animals poorly leads to bad meat! He probably likes animals more than people tbqh), he 'cleans' the house (poorly in the movie, but in the game it's decently clean?), he makes sure everything is in order. Bubba wants to provide for his family like the good boy he is. And don't forget, Bubba is the youngest of them! He's only in his 20s! He's the youngest of the family! The baby brother! And also, you know. Bubba does like pretty things. He likes to feel pretty. I mentioned some of this in the masks post, but I went back and mentioned that on Bubba's first mask he wears in the TCSM game, he actually went back and added fake eyelashes and eyebrows back on. He wanted to make the mask look nice, he wanted to make it look human! Bubba doesn't seem himself as a murderer or a monster. He doesn't see himself as 'inhuman' when he wears these masks. He wears these masks to feel human! And then you have him wearing the 'Pretty Woman' mask. Bubba likes to dress nice. He likes to look nice. He even puts makeup on some masks and it's not to make a mockery of anything, he genuinely wants to look nice. It's why he wears a tie! It's why he wears a suit! Bubba genuinely does have an interest in makeup and things like that and he probably would honestly put makeup on someone else if they asked him to. He also wouldn't mind if someone wanted to put makeup on him too! He'd honestly probably like it if someone engaged with him outside of just giving him chores, honestly.

He's actually pretty crafty, too. While I'm pretty sure some of the items in the house (movie standards) are probably made by Nubbins, it's canon Bubba makes his own masks and Nubbins did mention nothing goes to waste when they used to slaughter cows. Bubba, when he breaks down the bodies, takes the skin and the bones and will repurpose them for things around the house. In the movie there's a lamp made of human skin, after all, so it's clear Bubba makes things outside of just masks.

And none of this is bad to Bubba! This is just how his family is! He knows his family told him the outside world is terrible, it's dangerous, and if anyone comes in they will hurt him and his family, but Bubba genuinely doesn't see himself as a bad person.

#YOU ENTER HIS HOUSE AND HE IS SO SO SCARED #all that glitters is not silver (ooc)#LEATHERFACE || headcanons

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lalka-laski · 9 months

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Is there a gang problem in your area? The city of Rochester has a horrendous gang problem. I live in the suburbs so I'm pretty ignorant to it but I know enough.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn’t busy? My orders are never that complicated to begin with.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? Lord, yes! The Heathrow airport montage from Love Actually comes to mind. Cue "God Only Knows"...

Where do you need to be? I think right here where I am is fine.

Would you date an already attached person? Been there, failed at that. I've had many unsuccessful relationships with men who were already attached to other women, or just attached to certain behaviors or lifestyles that couldn't accommodate me.

When you marry, will you wear white? Ahem, it was IVORY. Thankyouverymuch,

What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? None that I recall.

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? Yeah, I'm sure it's just paranoia though.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? I'm indifferent.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? I don't believe you should have to.

Could you date someone who’s only been your friend for a long time? What?

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? Well I'm married now but prior to that I wasn't much of a "dater."

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Yeah, I don't initiate.

Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? There's no hard and fast rule about it. As much as I'd like to say you should just let love come to you, you gotta put in SOME effort (i.e: put yourself out there, keep an open mind etc.)

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? Certainly in previous relationships.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Well, that's not something I have to worry about now so it's a moot point.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? God, yeah. That's what they're good for.

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Yeah.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? Only on rare occasions but oddly enough, tomorrow is one such occasion. I'm attending a wedding and I want that extra sparkle!

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? I don't care for dogs in general.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? It's been ages. And I really have no desire to do it again.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I'm not super brand loyal. I like a little of this and a little of that. But I have a lot of faves from Clinique, that's a trusty standby, and Covergirl and Revlon are my drugstore go-tos.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what’re they like? I have two sisters and the three of us couldn't be more different. But our distinct personalities mitigated a lot of sibling rivalry. We all kind of existed in our own spheres. Growing up, my older sister was a rocker girl and rebel, I was the creative bookworm, and my younger sister was the athlete. Of course, our identities have evolved past those simple stereotypes but that's the gist.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? The Midnight Club, which I'm watching as we speak.

Is there anything significant happening this month? My cousin's getting married tomorrow and my friend is having a baby any day now (possibly also tomorrow)!

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? Never.

Do you have any chronic pain? I do not.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? I haven't even thought about one in forever. But now I got a craving!!

Do you like hot chocolate? No. I've never understood the appeal! (Chocolate milk, however, is a different story).

Who is your best guy friend? Sean

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? Dirty Diana

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? They're Good American brand and I bought them from a thrifting site.

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? A little less than a month ago.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I wouldn't sit down for a meal at the actual restaurant. But you bet your ass I enjoy the mozz sticks, potato skins, jalapeno poppers you can buy in the freezer section at the grocery store.

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? No. My hair is too fine and fair for that to even be an issue.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? Yeah. I should read more though.

When was the last time it rained where you live? A few hours ago.

Do you like horses? I'm no horse girl by any means but they're cool animals.

What is your opinion on air pollution? It's bad?

What are your grandfathers’ names? Jack and Joseph

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Mhm

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? What the...?

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purplesurveys · 4 months

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Is there a gang problem in your area? Not that I know of. If there were any it would be super underground.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn't busy? No. The extent to which you could customize your drinks at that place scares and overwhelms me, lmao. I've always just gotten whatever's on the menu.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? Yes, I've always held a quiet resentment towards airports because sending off my dad, who works abroad, has been a regular occurence in my life since I was 2. I've never felt nice in them, even when I'm already the one traveling, because the bitter goodbyes are all I remember.

Where do you need to be? Nooooooooooofuckingwhere. I'm happy to be home and holed up in my room. I've been out all week for Christmas parties and errands.

Would you date an already attached person? No.

When you marry, will you wear white? Yeah, assuming that happens to me.

What vaccine that you've received hurt the most? All injections hurt the same to me – it's the side effects that vary. So far the Covid vaccines and boosters have sucked the most.

Do you ever feel like you're being watched? I mean sure, but it's never been like a stalker-type situation. It's fairly easy to find myself in situations where I'm watched, like when I'm presenting a Powerpoint to a whole room.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? My day's already made because I got a box of macarons from a frequent work supplier today. As far as break, idk. There's loads of bad news I could possibly get.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? I was willing to in the past, and looking deep down I don't think that has changed. I love deeply. I can always find ways to make the most out of life, and I think the only time I would back out is if our values or directions in life are entirely different and stand no chance of being reconciled in any shape or form whatsoever.

Could you date someone who's only been your friend for a long time? I did. Prior friendships are what I prefer in relationships too.

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? I've only ever been in a monogamous relationship. It's what I prefer as a setup, but generally I don't date anymore.

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? It's not that I'm afraid. I'm just not interested.

Do you think it's better to look for love or let it find you? I let things happen naturally.

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? Never been a problem for me.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Preferably not but if I'm really into the person, I think it's something I'm willing to try. I'm nowhere near ready to be a stepmom, but no one ever really is.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? Yeah. I think that's part of the role of breakups...

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Nopes, it was more the opposite for me. I kept in touch for the next three months thinking things had a chance of changing, then realized how unhealthy it was for me so I promptly cut off all lines of communication with them when the new year rolled in.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I did just once, realized how much I hated being made up like that, removed them before the event was even over, and never wore them again.

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? I like all dogs but I will say I like bigger dogs a teeny weeny bit more.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? Two years ago.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I don't follow makeup brands.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what're they like? Nina is very independent, naturally defensive (almost to a fault), but also sensitive. We all kind of tiptoe around her since she can cry about anything. She's incredibly artistic and resourceful and is reliable in many situations. I don't know much about my brother apart from him liking K-pop girl groups and having a sharp memory. He doesn't show much of a personality beyond those two things.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? Gyeongsong Creature.

Is there anything significant happening this month? It's Bea's last working day on the 31st and after that I'll be pretty much left to my own devices with an entire team to run.

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? I don't do that.

Do you have any chronic pain? No.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? Either a year or two ago. Can't remember. I don't have them often.

Do you like hot chocolate? Not in general. There's only one variant of hot chocolate I'd get on the regular, and that's a local restaurant's San Gines hot chocolate.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans, if any.

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? Either Smooth Criminal or Bad.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? I don't even remember. I've had it for so long as my fave and I refuse to throw it out hahaha. Maybe at an ukay?

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? A couple of months ago when I got another dye job.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I think it's extremely overpriced and that automatically makes me not a fan. Why pay triple the price for a plate of wings?

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? Nope, I just shave them.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? I don't think I have.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Last night the rain was pretty strong! I think we have a typhoon.

Do you like horses? They're okay, but I'm not attached to them like some people would be.

What are your grandfathers’ names? I'll only share their nicknames, which are Jun and Boy.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Yes. I've held one.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Only by association, but my sister's boss from when she was interning.

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toomanysurveys9 · 8 months

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I need to update my profile picture.

Is there a gang problem in your area? It depends who you ask. It's not noticeably a problem that I can tell.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn’t busy? I don't. I don't often go to Starbucks anyways, but when I do, I don't think I ever choose anything complicated. I'm pretty easy to please.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? I mean, they can be for some people, depending why they are there.

Where do you need to be? I don't need to be anywhere else right now.

Would you date an already attached person? I would not.

When you marry, will you wear white? I did wear white.

What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? I can't remember any hurting really.

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? I guess so.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? I mean.. it wasn't a bad day. But if I can actually have some me-time like I am getting for the moment, that will make me happy.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? I've done it before, so probably. It definitely depends what the dream is and for who I would be giving it up as well.

Could you date someone who’s only been your friend for a long time? Yeah.

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? Monogamous.

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? I've never had to. I've been with Jacob forever.

Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? I let it find me.

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? To jobs mostly.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Not that it is something I would need to worry about - I'm not leaving Jacob and I don't think he's leaving me - but it'd be hypocritical of me to say no kids when I have three. Plus, I love kids and being a mom.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? Not really.

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Not really.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I don't and they're not my thing.

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? I prefer bigger dogs.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? High school for a church thing.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I don't care about brands. I don't wear makeup enough to care.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what’re they like? I have five younger siblings. They range in ages from 29 to 10 years old. And they are all very different. I think I am closest to my brother and my 21-year-old sister though because they are the least judgmental.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? New Amsterdam.

Is there anything significant happening this month? I turned 30 on the 1st of this month. And today marks 4 years at my job, which is the longest I have stayed at any job.

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? I never have.

Do you have any chronic pain? Nope.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? It's been quite a few months.

Do you like hot chocolate? I do.

Who is your best guy friend? Jacob.

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? Probably Thriller.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? Walmart. They're not my favorite, but all of my clothes are from there.

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? A few months ago.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I've only been there like once. So I can't really say.

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? Nope.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? I have for school.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Today.

Do you like horses? I guess so.

What is your opinion on air pollution? That we should be doing more to do it less. It's bad and it's going to kill us all rather quickly if we don't. And I would like my kids to get to grow old.

What are your grandfathers’ names? Dan. And Donnie.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Yeah. Jake has had a few and my cousin has like 18 at her house last time we talked.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Nope.

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years

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Fruit. (Part 2.)

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Sugar daddy relationship, alcoholism, drunk driving, language, slight foot fetish?, public displays of affection, reader is a little brat.

(Chapter 2 of the Guns n’ Glitter series.)

A fluttering of lips against your face, you turn away and bury yourself under your covers, desperately trying to cling to sleep for as long as you can. But Tony is persistent, hands on your hips tugging you against him.

His voice is low and hoarse in your ear, "Wake up." A chill ghosts up your spine as he squeezes your hip. "We're going out today, remember?"

Yes, you remember, his fingers laced with yours as you drove his car, he told you everything he wanted to do today, each statement followed with a kiss to your knuckles in promise. But you feel exhausted. Well not really, just too comfortable to get up, and his hands on you aren't helping. He kisses the back of your neck, baby hairs standing to attention at the sensation. "No," is all you can say, pushing your face further into the pillow.

What time is it? It's a Saturday, why is he rushing?

"Come on baby," He says, a strain in his voice as he tries to be patient. "The longer we lay here, the more time we waste."

That's right, you only have two days, you're only staying for the weekend, and that has you letting out a deep sigh through your nostrils, turning to look at him.

"Five more minutes?"

He smiles, "Only if you kiss me."

Yesterday you wanted nothing more than to stay up with him, but now, Saturday morning washing over you, you just want to sleep in.

So you do kiss him, a hand in his hair as you pull his face closer to yours. It's disgusting, too sloppy and too wet this early in the morning, a mix of morning breath and an occasional mash of teeth, but he's set on devouring you, his tongue in your mouth ever so slowly pushing you to lay on your back. But you've done worse.

He slots himself between your legs, hands on your hips pressing you firmly against the mattress, and when he bites your lip, the moan that comes from your throat sounds painful, scratching it's way up and out. He swallows it, humming in approval, lips pressing to yours gently to sooth his previous action.

"You know," A huff of breath against your lips. "Believe it or not, this was supposed to be innocent."

You scoff, nails scratching his scalp, his eyes slip closed. "You're the one who climbed on top of me." You press a kiss to his chin, the hairs of his beard tickling your face.

"I can't help it, you're just so," He catches himself, thumbs rubbing little circles against your hips. "You're perfect, and you're stalling." His eyes snap open, glaring at you. "You little devil. Get up."

He's off of you before you can protest, grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you with him. Cool air bites your bare skin, the warmth of the covers was all that was protecting you from the insanely low temperature of AC in your room. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair.

"Put on something pretty? Be ready in twenty. I'm not kidding."

You do put on something pretty, something that makes him want to say fuck it and take you back to bed like you wanted all along. But first, you freshen up in the bathroom. You brush your teeth, then walk through a delicate skin care routine, products applies with the light tap of your ring finger. You apply a light layer of makeup, slick your hair into a pony tail with some gel, then you get dressed.

You put on a little pink dress with thin straps, shoulders bare and thighs proudly on display. You dress it up with a pair of heels and a mini bag, a cuban link chain on your neck, matching diamond earrings, and bracelets that jingle every time you take a step.

"Tight," His pinky finger is caught between his teeth when he sees you, because, "My god, you don't disappoint, do you?"

"I live to please, Mr. Stark." A bat of your eyelashes, and an air kiss against his cheek, you know you'll be in trouble later.

But for now, he lets you play your part, teasing him and winding him up, because he lives for reminding you of who wears the pants in the relationship.

He pick a different car this time, the Roadster, and for a moment you think he's going to let you drive again. Reading your mind, he kisses your cheek, not on your life, and holds your hand to help you inside.

The first stop is breakfast, the sun barely risen as you leave the garage, and you're squinting against the bright light to take a few pictures. Because daddy's rich, and he's taking you out today, and you can't help but feel entitled. You work hard for the things he gives you, so damn right you're going to brag about it. Because who else can say they have Tony Stark wrapped around their finger? He drives with the top down, giving you the perfect view of the State of California.

Breakfast is more like brunch, he drives you across the state to take you to a restaurant in L.A. It's nice, on the water and not too crowded since it's so early. The sun feels warm on your skin, a mimosa in your hand, Tony takes pictures on your phone for you. Your outfit is adorable, you get many complements, the kind that makes Tony's left eye twitch if someone stares at you for too long.

"You look like you're going to have a stroke." You say, nodding to his water. "Are you hot? Drink something."

He shakes his head, plucking the lemon from his ice water. "Keep it up." Is all he says, taking a sip.

You smile, faking innocent. "What?"

He has the nerve to smile back, mocking you. "You know exactly what." He says, looking up as the waiter brings your food.

You ordered an omelette with hash browns, and Tony ordered a stack of blueberry waffles. He pours the syrup for you both, and per his request you feed him a piece. You also order a fruit bowl, sharing it between you. Your fingertips and lips stain red from the strawberries, which earns you a sweet kiss from across the table.

"Blueberries or strawberries?" You ask him suddenly, his eyes floating up from his food to your face.

"Do I get to weigh my options?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You can walk me through it." You trace the rim of your glass with a single finger, and his eyes catch it for a moment before putting his knife and fork down.

"Well, they both stain." He says it with a deviant little smirk that turns your face the color of your lips. "But strawberries taste sweeter."

"Then why do you like blueberries so much?"

"I don't necessarily like them," He says. "But I don't mind them."

"You prefer strawberries but choose blueberry pancakes?" You ask.

He lets out a huff, reaching over for your mimosa. "Must you question everything I say and do?" He counters. "Is this boring you?" He's teasing you, so you don't respond. "There wasn't a strawberry pancake option on the menu, sweetie."

You are a bit bored, your pestering is a bad habit, find anything to pick apart simply because there is nothing else to do. So you decide to occupy yourself with another task, the man sitting across from you more than willing to receive your antics.

"Is this strong enough for you?" He asks, pulling a face, placing your drink back down in front of you. "Want some wine?"

Under the table, you slip your feet out of your heels. "It's not even lunch time." You point out. "Will they serve it?"

"Did you forget who you're talking to?" He waves down the waiter, and sure enough a bottle of their most expensive wine is brought out to you.

He pours you a glass, then another, matching your one with two for himself. Your cheeks are flushed with color before you can even finish your food, and of course Tony notices, eyes dark as he watches you tap your nails against your wine glass.

Thoughts cloud his mind, The smooth look of your skin in the sunlight, face glowing and kissed by the sun. The pout of your lips, tinted red in color from fruit juice and wine. Your cheeks are flushed, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek bones each time you blink. You're comfortable, relaxed, and that's all he wanted for you today.

But then his eyes wander, down your face and to the jewelry sitting on your collar bones, jewelry he bought for you. The dress you wear is tiny, he imagines that if he looks under the table he'll see your bare panties between your legs, it hugs you like a glove, reflecting the sunlight, and there's something seductive about the way your curves move fluidly each time you shift in your seat. And then, that ghost of your touch traveling up his leg, he thinks he's imagining it at first, but then you bite your lip, resting an elbow against the table to lean forward.

He reaches a hand down, catching your foot just as it reaches the top of his thigh, and you fail at concealing a gasp.

"Forgotten our table manners, have we?" He raises an eyebrow at you, making you sit up straighter, clearing your throat.

"Of course Mr. Stark. My apologies." You decide to play coy, holding your head high, reaching a hand up to fluff your pony tail. "How do you like the wine?"

To your surprise, he doesn't let you go, fingers inching up to your ankle. "It's sweet, strong." He says, "Fruity."

"I like it too." You say, bracelets jingling as you reach for another piece of fruit. "But I think I've had more than enough."

His finger slips, over your ankle and down the arch of your foot, and you flinch in response, knee knocking the table. Your eyes widen, and you're quick to save your wine glass from tipping over.

He laughs, dropping your foot. "I agree."

He holds his hand out suddenly, eyes glistening with a sense of mischief, and you're hesitant to place your hand in his. Slowly, he guides your hand to his mouth, sucking your fingers clean of syrup and fruit juice. His tongue slides across your skin, dipping between your fingers and trailing up to the pads of your finger tips. His tongue is hot, warm, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks you clean, as he tastes you. Then as if nothing happened at all, he reaches over to dab your lips with a napkin, kissing the underside of your wrist before letting you go.

He waves down the waiter for what feels like the tenth time, leaving you flustered, wanting something much sweeter than fruit. But Tony has the day planned for you already, so you bite your tongue and let him drag you around the city, stealing one last sip of wine before you leave.

Your nail appointment is booked for noon, and it takes over two hours to get done. But being tipsy helps the process, bursting into a fit of giggles each time you look over at Tony. He sits beside you with his phone in hand, playing a game, which he lets you watch occasionally. He looks like a bored child, dragged out for a day of shopping with their mother.

When asked what color you want, Tony's hand on your thigh, you decide to let him pick.

"Red," he says, lips lingering at the corner of your mouth.

Red like those strawberries, like the juice he licked from your fingers, like the wine that's clouding your judgement. Red like the car he let your drive yesterday, red like your cheeks, because you know what he's implying. Red is his color, and now he's making you wear it.

But you continue to tease him, crossing and uncrossing your legs, arching your back to stretch your spine, shifting back and forth to pull your dress down. His eyes hardly ever leave you, looking up only when you turn to smile at him. He tells you to behave, which you blatantly ignore, shifting in your seat to face him. He doesn't complain though, taking in the sight of you, watching you relish in the feeling of being pampered.

On a couple accent nails, you get crystals and rhinestones, fingers catching the light as you hold your hand out for his credit card to pay.

Keep it up, his eyes are screaming consequences at you for your bratty behavior. But you can't help it. He's torturing you with a good time, so you're returning the favor. You thank him with a wet one right on his lips, his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the salon and back into the warm California air.

Your heels click against the pavement, hair swaying in tune with the switch of your hips, and you can't stop staring at your new nails, hands spread out in front of you as you examine them in the sunlight. Tony has good taste, the red really does suit you after all.

"Are you hungry?" You just ate a couple hours ago, but you can go for a snack. So you nod, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers. "Want some ice cream?"

Ice cream. Tony Stark has a wicked sweet tooth, or maybe he just wants to see your lips wrapped around an ice cream cone. Either way, he buys you one, strawberry for you, cookie dough for him. You let him have a lick, and you're half tempted to smear it across his face.

You're surprised that you don't get any on your clothes, especially with the rate your ice cream is melting under the sun. It takes several wet napkins to clean your hand free of that sticky feeling, because you don't think you can handle Tony licking your fingers a second time.

There's something cute about watching Tony eat ice cream, something that makes you take a picture of him, which earns you a scolding about being addicted to your cell phone. You remind him of your age difference, which has him grabbing your hip and rolling his eyes. You're just trying to get a rise out of him, and it's working, the remnants of his ice cream gone, both of his hands on you now.

"You like my age." He says, voice low and eyes squinting against the sun. "In fact, if I were closer to your age you wouldn't like me at all."

It's true, you don't like men your own age. You're too mature for that, you're chasing a career, and boys your age just want to get drunk and party all the time. Tony is a business man, an established business man, someone who encourages you to work hard and chase your dreams. Boys your age could never.

So you seal his affirmations with a kiss, "Just don't let it get to your head."

It's far too late for that already, his hand in yours as you drag him down the street.

You decide to stop in the shopping mall, Tony tucks a wad of cash in your purse and tells you to go crazy. So you do. Gucci, Chanel, Fendi, you're reaching for cash more than you can keep track of, burning through it far too quickly. When you ask for his credit card instead, he appears unphased as you run up his bill, handing him receipts to sign and bags to carry. You spend hours shopping, trying things on for him, dragging on the occasion as long as you can.

He hardly ever lets you go shopping. He much rather prefers to gift you things, let you order online instead of getting up and going to an actual store. He prefers the privacy and convenience, but today he's in a spoiling mood, tolerating all of your antics so that you can treat yourself.

You don't mean to act like a brat, he just makes it fun. You truly do appreciate all he does for you, and you decide to remind him of that when you're ready to go, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"All shopped out?" He asks, lips pressed to your ear.

"My feet hurt, and I'm hungry again."

He can hear the pout in your voice, which makes him laugh, an arm tucking around your waist. "I bet. You might as well have run a marathon in those shoes today."

You pull back, looking down at them. "They're cute."

"Very cute." He kisses your nose. "Let's go."

He loads your millions of shopping bags into the trunk, and you take your heels off while you wait, letting your hair down just for a moment to massage your scalp. You reapply a bit of lip gloss and blot your forehead using your phone camera as a mirror, refreshed by the time he's finished stacking everything in the trunk.

He takes you to an authentic Italian restaurant for dinner, the menu's written in actual Italian, which Tony has no trouble translating for you. You knew he was Italian, but hearing him speak it is another story.

You order pasta and a salad, trying to be good after eating an entire basket of bread sticks. But good never lasts too long when in Tony's company, a glass of champagne is set in front of you and all morals are out of the window. You drink until you can no longer feel the pain in your feet, twirling your fork full of pasta to feed to him across the table. You're not a light weight, but he makes sure you're responsible, encouraging you to drink water and eat more bread.

He lets you sample off of his plate as well, speaking in hushed tones as he fusses over you. Are you sure you're okay? Take a break and drink some water. No more. Okay fine, this is the last one. Yes, drinking out of my glass still counts. Watch your arm, don't set it on your food. It's cute, and it keeps you smiling all night.

Tony made good on his promise to treat you today, good food, a fresh set of acrylics, and cute clothes. You felt thoroughly spoiled, shopped out and ready to go back to the house.

But he isn't finished yet.

"You got to do everything you wanted," He says, wiping his mouth clean on a napkin. "Now it's my turn."

You groan, thinking that he's going to do some shopping for himself. If that were the case, he could have been doing it with you the entire time. But that isn't what he meant at all, your eyes wide as he walks you to a jewelry store, hand firm on your back just in case. You're tired, and drunk, but nothing beats the sight of diamonds.

"I have something special in mind." He pulls his shades from his face and tucks them onto the collar of his shirt, like the true asshole that he is. Too cool to even make eye contact with the poor guy behind the register. "Something custom."

It's not everyday that a store owner sees Tony Stark walk in, so Tony cuts him some slack, flashing him a smile.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?"

It's whispered behind his hand, out of earshot and out of your line of vision. You're instantly annoyed, stepping away from him to look at the display case behind you.

He's back on you in an instant, hands next to yours on the glass, his chest against your back. He kisses your cheek, sensing your change in mood. "It will only take about an hour. Until then, let's take a look around?"

With all the spending he's already done on you, you figured he would be done. Apparently not. "Sure," You say, turning your face against his lips, stealing a quick kiss. "Thank you for today."

"That's the whole point of this, isn't it?" It's his own weird way of saying you're welcome, but it makes you roll your eyes anyway, stealing another kiss.

You're undeniably handsy, clinging to his arm as he walks you around the jewelry store. You're a bit bored though, your collection is already large enough to be over the initial excitement of basic diamonds and gold. But something does catch your eye eventually, nail between your teeth as you stop dead in your tracks.

"See something you like?"

Nail tapping against the glass, "That one." It's a cuban link chain, encrusted with pink diamonds, "I don't have a pink one."

He realizes that you don't, so it's added to his tab. So is a pair of earrings, an anklet, another necklace, by the time his custom piece is done, you've run up the total three times what it would have been originally. Oops, he doesn't seem to mind though, once again swiping his card, not blinking twice at the price. You consider this payment for making you stay out so late.

He's silent as you walk back to the car, arm tight around your shoulders, he holds the bag just out of your reach, and you feel like a child being restricted from having too much candy. You just want to hold your spoils.

"Are you still not going to let me drive?" You ask, and the laugh he lets out actually shocks you.

"God, no. You can barely keep your eyes open. Yesterday was different." Yesterday wasn't different, but you don't complain as he leans you against the car, walking off to place the jewelry bag in the trunk with the others.

You take it upon yourself to climb in, landing hard against the passenger seat. You pull your hair free form it's pony tail and kick off your shoes, placing them up on the dashboard. You can tell that he's tired too, letting out a little huff as he gets in the car finally. You smile, raking your nails across his scalp, and he enjoys your touch for a moment.

"I was going to fuck the shit out of you," He says, eyes barely open, "But I think we're both a bit too tired for that now."

You visibly deflate, pouting as you lean over the console, kissing his forehead. "Can't hang old man?"

He laughs, pointing a finger at you. "You're drunk, and we have a long ride home."

He does have a point though, by the time you do actually get home you doubt you'll be able to do anything.

"I got something for you." He says, breaking your silence.

You laugh, "You got me a lot of somethings."

"No," He shakes his head. "A special something."

"I want to see."

"Tomorrow. I promise." The smile he gives you is dazzling, washing away your annoyance almost instantly. "We need to sleep."

He looks a little guilty, but you don't hold it against him, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your thigh as he drives.

The radio down low, wind blowing your hair, you can barely hear him when he asks, "Did you have fun today?"

You nod, doing your best to look over at him. "Thank you."

He pats your thigh reassuringly, the touch comforting. "You're welcome, baby. Anything for you."

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Fic rec anon here, and I'm blanking in the moment! I know you have a lot of recs and I love them all. Maybe your favourite AUs? Broadly speaking? Seeing some of them might help jog me into more specific categories ! xx

Gotcha, sort of like my prison rec list, only I like to think of it more in terms of what would I have on my phone to read when I’m bored and traveling, lol. Obvs, this sort of list is super hard, but having it focused on AUs kinda helps? At any rate, this isn’t a deep dive, it’s just my top level, so hopefully it’ll spark you. These are in no particular order, so come back if you want more!

Tuxedo Dress-Up, by Blake (honestly, ANYTHING in this fandom by Blake, I file this one under hot and hilarious, but every line is just swooooon). Louis is an aspiring song writer by day, a makeup artist for drag queens by night, and masquerading as a full-time real estate agent for his third most famous (and first most handsome) client Harry Styles.Or, five times they fail to fuck in a closet, and one time they get it right.

Once Upon a Dream, by objectlesson (again, ANYTHING by Phoenix, and most of it is canon, but where to even start with her AUs, jesus god, I struggled to rec just one, so I went with the AU she gifted me, ilu!!!!). “M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay.” Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

knock knock, i love you, by @thelovejandles aka beautlouis (another one of my fave authors in this fandom, proof that wips DO finish, and they’re absolutely worth it). Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

Tied Down, by @ham-palpert (the twists and turns here, my goddd, just masterful) The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

Alien Roadtrip! by @helloamhere (needs ao3 account; I love desert roadtrips, and this captures that vibe perfectly, plus it’s hilarious). For the first time in his life, Louis doesn’t know where he’s going. Harry doesn’t mind. Or, a roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

Harry Styles Cooks..., by @magicalrocketships aka sunsetsmog (aka the very best wip on earth, I weep with joy whenever I get the notif). In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker. Or Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

just call me inspiration, by @hereforlou (in which I *am* Liam Payne, porn editor!) The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world.

Buried Like Treasure, by @becomeawendybird aka quickedween (marcel marcel marcel!!!). Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps. Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

into another serotonin overflow, by @mercutionotromeo (this story packs a LOT into a little, it helped inspire my sideblog with smaller fic recs, actually). Harry's the yearbook photographer who's been assigned to take pictures of Louis, the new captain of the football team. Harry's got a massive, obvious crush on Louis and somehow, Louis feels the same way.

Turning Page, by @daisyharry aka purpledaisy (pretty much every on-set picture I see of Harry these days just makes me tag it for this fic). “You wanna buy Harry a drink?” Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.” An AU where Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

hush. by wankerville (this story is achingly evocative of just about every shitty small American town, but my god is it beautiful, the sweetness of how it ends). “I don't like you like that, Harry.” “See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.” Or an AU where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

Three French Hems, by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy (I wish I could pick just ONE of my top three from these two, but alas...do persimmons smell like come? discuss). In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

Thought the Song Was Sung, by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy (see above, pretty much, and how happy I am that the tweets still show up! with Dame Julie Andrews even!!). Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.

Wild and Unruly, by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy (Iconic, even the abstract is iconic, everything still holds up. oh for cute, etc. etc.). Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl? by loadedgunn (another one that inspired my sideblog dedicated to short fics! So much greatness packed in, Jesus, it’s in my top five for sure). Louis reenacts his first time, and Harry wants to be his good girl.

“burn this flame” by @rainbowninja aka rainbowninja167 (anytime I reread this, I smile...filed under hot and hilarious). When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.

Challenging Nature: A Look into Male Lactation, by @jaerie (hands down, one of my fave kinks, handled fantastically well...and this isn’t the author’s only one!). Even taking into account all the bizarre things Harry has subjected himself to in the past for the sake of an article, Harry has received his strangest assignment yet. It comes up as a random misunderstanding in a meeting and builds into a conversation — can men breastfeed? Internet searches reveal documented cases of male lactation popping up at different times throughout history, but are any of them true? Can a man will himself into lactating? Harry has two months to make it happen.

like how your hands feel me up and down, by ballsdeepinjesus (this author wrote a lot of my faves back in the day, I have so many ~thoughts about the amazing writers in this particular era). “It’s -- you’re tight,” Louis chokes. “It’s tight, I mean. It’s. Yes.” His hand is curved around his hip now, squeezing lightly. “Tight’s good, right?” Harry murmurs, batting his eyelashes. He almost can’t believe himself. “Very good,” Louis grunts. Or louis works in a halloween shop and harry needs a costume.

baby look what you've done to me, by ballsdeepinjesus (see above; even the username kills me). The next day kind of turns everything upside down, though. Louis gets another lingerie catalogue addressed to Harry. He’s about to toss it when he sees a personalized note stuck to the front; it thanks Harry for his previous purchases and offers him a complimentary six-month subscription to their magazine free of charge. Or louis moves into harry's old flat. harry gets a lot of mail.

Take Our Bodies Higher, by @littlelouishiccups (I’m something of a connoisseur of the phone sex trope, so the way this author flips it and makes *Harry* the operator plus what ensues? chef’s kiss!). Harry wasn’t often caught off guard at his job anymore. He called different men Sir, Master, or Daddy for work almost every week, but he’d never been told he was a good boy in a voice quite like that. In which Harry is a phone sex operator and Louis dials a wrong number.

Make a Dime Go One Hundred, by @screwstyles (I’d rec this for their jobs alone, but everything in it, just wow). “Do you think you could trust anyone enough to have full control over you?” he asks into the night, hoping his sentence won’t break their bubble. It doesn’t, if the way Harry’s eyes meet his is any indication.“What do you mean?” Harry’s voice is barely above a whisper, rough from the singing they had done earlier. Louis wants to keep this memory forever.“You know, if someone wanted to, uhm,” he coughs, “to tie you up, or blindfold you.” Or a friends to lovers AU where Harry volunteers to help Louis experiment with bondage. Things don’t go exactly to plan.

it ain't trickin' if ya got it, by sarcasticfluentry (needs ao3 account; I often stare at the wall and wonder what another installment in this universe would be, fuckkkkk, it’s so good, I only wish the social media was still in it). 28-year-old blockbuster actor Louis Tomlinson rushes home to give his 20-year-old model boyfriend Harry a good seeing-to after a particularly provocative Instagram post and, in his excitement, alerts the entire world. Featuring daddy kink, anal beads, and feelings.

If You Asked Me if I Love Him (I'd Lie), by allyasavedtheday (needs an ao3 account; it’s a sequel, but I reread it over and over vs. the first piece). Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styleses who definitely don't believe them.

Damn, I could go on, but I’ll stop! My sideblog dedicated to short fics is @marathonficbreak, and it has some smaller ones, if this is too intimidating, lmao...hope some of them are new for you, enjoy!

#fic rec #long post #i do have deeper dives but this is a nice representation of my fave AUs #one direction

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mawbwehownets · 5 years

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Yep. I'm a curious mofo and your one of my favorite blogs.

dam alright…. i cut out the three i already answered

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

i have regular ol ear piercings! i really want a septum and maybe a lip ring someday but like. my pain tolerance is so low its gonna take a while to get there,

raspberry: favorite flower?

ive said this before, i dont really know a Whole Lot about flowers but my go-to is always forget-me-nots

mango: what is your trademark?

agejsh you tell me idk!!!! i guess if this is meant to be. like. physically. i have a baseball cap i wear a lot that says “love always wins” on the side + its got a lesbian pin and a “… you know ;)” mcelroy pin

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?

im…. unsatisfied w it fjehfj

i have a lot of self esteem issues still and also. as a fat person its hard to find anything that fits you right so i dont really have my. desired style yet

preferably i wanna get to some sorta space punk aesthetic? but rn im just in ‘whatever fits and is comfortable’

pineapple: sexual orientation?

lesbian baybey

strawberry: favorite desserts?

ough fuck… its so unhealthy but i love meringue cake fjehf its the perfect combo of cronch and soft

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

WEST VIRGINIA…… MOUNTAIN MAMA……… COUNTRY ROADS………….. TAKE ME TO MY BEST FRIENDS HOME…………………

i also would like to go to nyc and see be more chill in the theatre but i know that aint EVER gonna happen fjebfh. id maybe like to go to alabama and see some mh locations!! but probably After virginia. id get my best friend to drive us both there. beat a man to death with a rock in a tunnel, yk, get the true experience

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

this is like. one of those really bad dramas where it inadvertently Becomes a comedy

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

uhhhh. when i pretend like i am fhdhd fake it til you make it is Legit Advice yall

cantaloupe: what are your parents’ names?

redacted and redacted but my mom has. a Very white suburban mom name

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

i hate like. complexion makeup so im gonna ignore all that and pretend like this is only abt eyeshadow and lipstick and in that case WHATEVER THE FUKC YOU WANT i think eye makeup is So Cool no matter which direction its in!!

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

idk i like satyrs a lot!! mayhabeth them

plum: favorite clothing brands?

does ANYONE in the world have a favorite clothing brand. legitimate question. i just scuttle into a store, grab whatever doesnt hurt my body and Leave

coconut: favorite perfume?

i dont wear perfume basically at all or rly know anyone who does agehdg

lychee: satin or lace?

ive never felt satin i dont think??? i couldnt tell you

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

i never get invited anywhere on halloween i dont fuckign know fhehr

but. if i Had to choose….

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

kiwi: what’s something that fascinates you?

i think i have a total of. like. five posts on twitter

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

i mean…. a lot!!!! the world is so exciting and brimming with life and mysteries like how can you Not be intrigued by all that

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?

absolutely not im jus out here

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

summertime by my chemical romance… also this danish song called ‘en varm nats kølige luft’ by panamah AND humility by gorillaz its sorta. its different vibes of the same feel

nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?

i really like dusk/nighttime!

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

im literally only up right now because i couldnt stop thinking abt two fictional characters and getting sad and crying over them. Yeah

apricot: what do you do when you’re sad?

i mean. decently. they sometimes brush against my glasses fhebbfb

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

if im at a point where its healthy for me to vibe w the sadness i put on some mellow tunes to cultivate it and channel it and ride it out, but if im Not i usually draw and/or listen to really upbeat music, distract myself w some podcasts or yt videos, stuff like that

ough fuck… idk theyre all so baby. i like whale sharks a lot

if its served 2 me! i dont go out with the specific purpose of drinking but i have a glass of wine with my parents every now and then

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

#txt #answered #my man. im.#yay #im too tired to remember all the ys and as of that url im sorry thats your tag now #ask meme #long post

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theofficialcunt · 7 years

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If you're down a would LOVE a little something with Adore winning AS3 (yes I know she's not on it LET ME DREAM) and Ru being like "so what are you gonna do with the money?" and Adore responds with "well I'm gonna spend it on the best fucking honeymoon EVER" and everyone's like ?!?!?! and she's like "oh yeah I forgot to mention I totally got married right before going on the show" *cue smug smirk* and Ru's all "OMG what??? anyone we know???" and BAM! cue Bianca.

I really hope I did this prompt justice. It was actually really fun to write! Enjoy ✨💕

The tv blared loudly throughout the club, the top 3 queens gripping each other’s hands in anticipation. It was hot, Adore was sweating profusely - partly from nerves but mostly from the amount of people watching them.

The crowning was in New York, and it was always a star studded event. Alaska would be crowning the winner, whose picture would then be hung next to hers in the imaginary All Star hall of fame.

Katya, Bob The Drag Queen, Kim Chi, and some of the local new york queens watched in anticipation as the reunion echoed throughout the building. Ru Paul himself was also there, standing next to Alaska with a microphone making comments here and there. Fans would scream and shout every now and then when something entertained them. Courtney Act and Bianca Del Rio were also there for support for their season 6 sister. This is Adore’s 3rd time on the show, and second time in the top 3.

“You ready for this mawma?” Trixie asked playfully, elbowing Adore.

“I mean, I guess.” Adore laughed uncomfortably.

She was not ready. Honestly, losing to Bianca the first time was hard. Yes, the win was well deserved - she dominated the fuck out of the competition. But Adore had to put on a smile for hours after the crowning and pretend to be okay with losing. When in reality she was under the impression she was going to be sharing the grand prize with her.

She was so sure of the win, she had already made plans for her prize money.

So, to say she was crushed when she lost was an understatement.

She did well on All Stars 3, won 3 challenges in fact. She never had to lip sync, and she didnt have to send anybody home either. It was a good situation overall.

But she wasn’t confident in who was going to win. It could be her crown. It could be Trixies crown. It could even be Chi Chi’s crown.

“Y’all, I just want some gumbo.” Chi Chi groaned, adjusting her false eyelash.

The three of them were an odd trio, but somehow their chemistry worked well on All Stars. Adore laughed, always finding it fascinating that Chi Chi and Bianca came from the same state but acted so different. Adore guessed it was because Bianca had too much New York in her now.

“And the winner of All Stars 3 is…”

Chi Chi and Trixie gripped Adore’s hands tightly, each digging their fake nails into her palms as they awaited their fate.

Her and Bianca made eye contact, and Adore noticed for the first time Bianca looked nervous. Her eyes kept darting around the room, she had one hand gripped on the side of her modest boat neck black velvet dress. She had Courtney’s hand in a vice grip, holding it so tight she was probably losing circulation in it.

Bianca smiled at Adore encouragingly, letting her eyes scan over the seafoam green sequin dress that hugged her body. She was wearing a blonde wig tonight, with some extra pieces woven in to add more volume. wanted Adore to win so bad. She thought she had deserved it the first time around, especially with the way that they edited it. Adore had stepped her game up for All Stars 3, investing in gowns and nicer hair pieces then usual. She did her best to show versatility on the show, and it worked - landing her a spot in the top 3. She worked very hard for this, and literally put herself out there all over again which had been hard on her after her departure on All Stars 2. She didn’t know how she would react if she would lose a second time.

“Adore Delano!”

The room erupted in screams, and Adore blinked rapidly with shock. She felt dizzy, her ears ringing from all of the excitement. Trixie screamed, pulling her in for a tight hug. Adore let her head rest into her chest as she let out a few tears. She had won drag race. She had won $100,000. She would be able to buy a house, make another album…

She was completely overwhelmed

This was what winning felt like.

Adore pulled away softly, wiping the tears from her eyes so that her makeup didn’t get ruined. She turned and embraced Chi Chi - giving her a longer hug. She had been a big fan of Chi Chi’s on season 8, and was sad that she didn’t win. They had grown close on the show, mostly becauseAdore was the only one familiar with Louisiana cuisine.

Because of Bianca.

Adore searched the crowd for B, and smiled when she saw her. Bianca was ecstatically jumping up and down, holding Courtney’s hand and…was she crying?!

Bianca’s cheeks were shiny from the tears of joy. She never cried in public, but she couldn’t help herself. Courtney grabbed a tissue from her purse and blotted her face gently, trying to move the elaborate makeup back into place.

“God, you’re a mess!” Courtney exclaimed, laughing as she wiped the runny mascara off of her cheeks.

“Shut up bitch, I have every right to be.” Bianca laughed through her tears, her voice still thick with emotion.

Adore walked across the stage to Alaska and Ru, where they stood with the crown and sceptre. Detox stood by with the check, beaming at her as she was handed a mic.

“I guess I’m expected to make a speech now huh?” Adore laughed nervously, eyeing Ru and Alaska.

The crowd laughed, then fell silent in anticipation.

Adore was nervous now, mostly because she just spoke from the heart when she talked to her fans.Now that she was a winner, was she expected to deliver articulate speeches?

“I want to start off by saying I’m so grateful for this oppurtunity man. Thank you Ru.” Adore smiled at Ru, who in return bowed to her.

“Winning drag race doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop keeping it real with you guys. You deserve to know the truth about shit, and you deserve to be called out if you start acting crazy. I’m talking to you Val.” Adore laughed, catching Valentina’s eyes in the far corner of the club.

“Honestly, you motherfuckers can do anything you set your mind to and I just love you all so much.” Adore exclaimed. “Thank you.”

Alaska smiled, bringing the crown over and gesturing for Adore to kneel down. She placed the crown on top of her blonde locks, smiling with pride as she stood up. The crowd went crazy, shouting and cheering as Adore smiled at them and waved.

Ru handed her the sceptre, whispering congratulations in her ear and ushering her over to Detox to receive the check.

“Presenting your new queen, and winner of $100,000 Adore Delano!” Alaska yelled.

Adore grabbed the check and posed for pictures for what felt like forever. First with Alaska and Detox, then with Alaska, Detox, and Ru. Then with Chi Chi and Trixie, and then finally Courtney and Bianca were pulled on stage.

“I thought it would be fitting to have your originalsisters pose with you.” Ru announced,

Adore smiled as Courtney tackled her in a crushing hug.

“I’m so happy for you Adorm!” Courtney exclaimed, pecking Adore on the cheek playfully.

“Okay that’s enough,” Bianca snapped, pulling Courtney off of her. “Congratulations. I knew it was going to be you.” Bianca held her for a solid minute before letting her go.

They took a few pictures together, and then they were ushered back to the front row while Ru began his interview with her on stage.

“So Adore, I have to ask.” Ru started, as they sat down on two stools that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. “What are you going to do with the money?”

Adore bit her lip and made brief eye contact with Bianca before she nodded in agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna spend some of it on the best fucking honeymoon ever!” Adore exclaimed.

The crowd grew louder with confusion and excitement. Ru’s jaw dropped, along with all of the other queen’s on stage.

“Y-you’re married? When did that happen?” Ru asked curiously.

“Well, I got the call for All Stars and that was when we were just getting serious and I was like fuck, we could either do this now or do it when I get back - and he was like let’s just do it now!” Adore exclaimed animatedly, talking vividly with her hands. “So I was like, fuck yeah I’m down we’ll get a tax break if I win. So we jetted off to Vegas and did something super low key. We got married at 3 am so no fans would see, it was wild.”

Trixie was shrieking from backstage, along with the audience who had grown much louder during the course of the conversation. Adore had worked very hard to keep her marriage a secret, and it had definitely paid off.

“Bitch, why didn’t you tell me?” Alaska shrieked. “I would have brought you guys a pizza.”

“I’m sorry Lasky! My husband isn’t really big on pizza so it’s better that you didn’t.” Adore laughed.

“Oh my god, this is just so shocking Adore.” Ru finally said, as the audience calmed down. “Now I have to ask, is your husband anyone we know?”

Adore smiled coyly, trying not to look in her husband’s general direction.

“Well, he’s here tonight…” Adore teased, smiling wide.

“Can we meet him?” Ru asked excitedly, scanning the crowd looking for the potential partner.

“Sure man!” Adore exclaimed, smiling smugly.

“Mr. Delano, if you are still in the building come on down!” Ru called, looking around the building.

Just then, Bianca stood up from the front row and sauntered up the steps to the stage. Ru’s jaw dropped, and Alaska screamed as the audience roared in approval. Bianca grinned, pecking Adore on the lips softly before grabbing her microphone.

“It’s Mrs. Del Rio thank you very much.” Bianca smiled, before dipping Adore in a passionate embrace.

Adore knew the fans were going to lose their minds, but she really had no clue how crazy they would get until it was all out in the open. The screaming and shrieking hadn’t died down since it was announced she was married, and had only gotten progressively worse as the night went on.

But Adore wouldn’t have it any other way.

#prompts #requests #biadore

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