I got a request on my other blog that was supposed to go here, but I accidently posted a Reddie request advertisement on there yesterday, Whoops. Anyway, here’s the oneshot.
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Reddie soulmate AU! One where you are unable to lie to your soulmate, but that doesn’t start until you know who your soulmate is. So like maybe they also get matching tattoos that don’t appear until the two soulmates share a significant experience (like facing pennywise). Then when the tattoos appear that is when they are unable to lie to each other? Idk if that males since and you can tweak it if you need to. Thank you!!
I haven’t lived with a girl for a while, which sucks because I used to borrow clothes all the time when I lived with girls in drama school. I think I still have plenty of clothes from my first flatmate! I used to wear my mum’s clothes a lot. She had this really cool old denim jacket that she had in the ’80s and then I left it on a plane—I’ve still not forgiven myself. It was baggy, in a faded denim, and I’d wear it with the sleeves pushed up.
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥
Word Count: 2,101
Warnings: - language, maybe?
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine.
Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.
gryffindor ; graffiti on walls , timberland boots , ripped denim jeans , tight crop tops , messy hair falling around their shoulders or sticking up , super long eyelashes , eating ice cream at 5 am in the dead of winter , crying when book characters die , defending what they believe in , getting so compassionate that they become aggressive , bonfires , jumping off piers , reading poetry , rock music , plays the guitar.
ravenclaw ; white brick walls , bookcases full to the brim , old hightops , frayed mom jeans , baggy tops , paint in their hair , messy buns , glasses tucked into their pockets , skinny dipping , correcting people’s grammar , checking theirs friends homework , freckles , blushes easily , chelsea boots , swimming at night , plays the cello , writes random bits of music onto paper , full journals , doodling in class , highly logical.
hufflepuff ; vegetarian , baggy yellow jumpers , denim skirts and fishnet tights , dancing around a room when a song comes on they like , reading the same book over and over , laughs so hard they cry , hair pulled off their face , sunglasses in winter , denim jackets , low topped converse , plays netball , surprisingly competitive , listens to indie music , cries when their friends cry , eats chocolate , dancing in the moonlight , playing the piano , singing in the car with your friends.
slytherin ; dr martens , leather jackets , winged eyeliner , resting bitch face , indie / punk music , reading seven books a week , doesn’t sleep enough , racing friends through fields , dancing in a club , defined eyebrows , swearing all the time , sarcasm is their second language , plays the violin , salty af , vegan , has a fear of not being in control , wants to learn french so they can live in paris.
Ahhh that prompt meme looks amazing. #6, Supercorp.
“Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…“
Lena Luthor is wearing overalls.
She’s looking at Kara with wide,
bright eyes, gesticulating emphatically with both hands, and God, she’s wearing overalls.
Kara came here with all intentions
of being a professional, she even has her notebook open to a fresh page and two
spare pens tucked into her back pocket. But Lena in overalls, all pale
stretches of bare skin and a black sports bra under baggy denim, has Kara
where do you get your outfits ideas for your drawing?
I usually just draw clothes I like (I’m really into casual clothes like baggy shirts,bomber jackets,denim jackets and shorts) but I also use polyvore very often when I need inspo for cute clothes. I also use it when I wanna see if the color combo I have in mind works or not.
Oh and there’s a Home decor section too! I also use that to get inspiration for my characters’ houses :)
A/N: This is a one-shot told from Rick’s POV. I hope you enjoy and as always, thanks for reading.
I liked her style. She walked into my studio with blue jean overalls and a plaid black and white shirt worn over top of them. A red lace bra could be seen poking from underneath. It wasn’t a form-fitting, skin tight, pair of overalls either. She looked like she was from the 90’s. Her eyes were expressive and danced around my studio with interest. I was interested in her. It was my first time seeing her face to face. We had only spoken on the phone briefly.
“I’m glad you decided to do this, Michonne. Not many people who answered the ad from the art school wanted to pose nude, but it’s the only way the thing is gonna work. I’ve been seeing these images in my mind for days,” I told her excitedly. And I had. When I worked on something it consumed me. I thought about it day and night.
She shrugged her shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. That made me hopeful. Like I said before, I liked her style, her look. It was unique without being unique at all. Suddenly, the images I had for the shoot were turning into something else. It was becoming something better.
“I need the money to help with next semester, and I get Art and the Artist who makes it. I love Art. I don’t mind what you’re trying to do. It seems dope,” she told me with a reassuring nod. That made me nod my head along with her as I fiddled with my camera. I’m glad she got it. I’m glad this wasn’t going to be weird or awkward.
“Well, we should get this started. I have somewhere to get to afterwards,” she said cheerily, looking around. “So how do you want to do this?” she asked me. The question confused me for just a second. My mind went completely blank. Images of her unhurriedly disrobing right now made me stare at her for longer than I should. I was thinking, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a creep. I was also thinking, she should get naked. Now.
“Let’s take a couple of test shots,” I told her. She nodded her head and asked where she could sit her things.
“The table over there is cool,” I said pointing to a round glass side table. We were in my small studio apartment that I was renting in Brooklyn. The walls were stark white and large paintings I had done myself were scattered randomly on them. She sat her things down and slowly walked my studio. Her hands skimmed along the wall as she found a painting she really liked, and stopped to look at it. I grabbed my camera and took the cap off the lens, focusing on random objects until I found her. One painting caught her eye and she started asking me various questions. Breaking the ice, you could say. She took her plaid shirt off, tossing it onto the couch. I took my turn at asking questions.
“You ever model before?” I asked her. She had the face for it. I’m pretty sure under all that baggy denim she had an amazing body. Her arms and shoulders looked great and her skin was the best canvas. So blank and like chocolate. All colors would look good on her.
Fandom: Amazing Spider-Man Warning/s: NSFW Rating: Explicit Pairing/s: Peter Parker x Reader Requestor: @macaylabrooks1234
Summary: A quiet night in to get some baking done for a school bake sale turns into a rather loud one that produces no surviving cupcakes. Some domestic fluffy smutness with Spider-Man :)
“Y/N?” Peter called when he came through the front door of your apartment. “Y/N, you in here?”
Clattering out of the kitchen with flour in your hair and cupcake batter on your apron. Waving a hand that was holding a whisk, you grinned and replied, “Hiya, Peter, I thought you’d never come home! You said you were only stopping off at the publisher’s to drop your photos off. Since when does it take an hour to do that?”
He chuckled and strided over to you, cupping both of your cheeks with his palms and landing a sweet, loving kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologised, leaning back to dip a long slender finger into the mixing bowl in your other hand and suck the batter off it. “I didn’t think it would take that long,” he explained as he proceeded to dump his bags by the door and shrug off his jacket, “Murray wanted to talk to me about one of the articles.”