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“Come,” Kirk said, leading the way to the bathroom.

Spock stood in front of the mirror and Kirk wrapped a towel around his shoulders, tucking it into the back of his collar.

“You keep it a bit shorter at the back.” Kirk bent down to get a pair of scissors out of a drawer. “Don’t like it touching the top of your collar.”

Spock looked at himself in the mirror, feeling strangely calm considering the proximity of a sharp object to his throat. He felt the blunt cold metal gliding carefully along his skin, complemented by firm fingers that were thankfully warmer. Kirk’s face in the mirror was a picture of concentration and Spock thought he looked skilled, practised.

It was strangely soothing. Spock could hear only his own breathing and the snip of the scissors. He could feel the warmth of Kirk’s body behind his, and even though they’d slept in the same bed, this was still the closest they had been to each other for any significant length of time. 

“There we go.” Kirk sounded pleased with himself. He ruffled his fingers through Spock’s hair before removing the towel and throwing it aside. Spock watched Kirk move closer again before blowing softly on his neck, dislodging the short hairs missed by the towel. Something new and strange ran all the way down Spock’s body at the sensation, and he gripped the edge of the sink.

“You can check it if you want, but I promise I’m pretty good at this.”

Kirk was on his way out the door by time Spock gathered himself enough to reply.

“I will check it. Thank you.”

Spock remained at the mirror for a minute but it wasn’t to check his hair.


Sunday Six

“Eggsy works just fine I suppose. Well then, welcome Eggsy. Coat off, door shut, eyes open. Now Harry, let’s hear this story about how you came to bring a nameless hunchback to our door.”

As the two men start talking and walking further into the house, he stands where they left him.

Quietly and with some semblance of awe, he whispers to himself “Hello, my name is Eggsy.”

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you've already done this but what if there's a sweet little shy villain that keeps doing lowkey bad things to get the hero's attention. i keep trying to word this in a way that sounds less seductive but it's not really working lol. just know that i don't mean nsfw

((Just as a general A/N while on the subject - I will never make a prompt NSFW/explicit unless you specifically ask me for a NSFW prompt/it’s extremely obvious because of the terminology etc. If it’s ambiguous then I will always veer to the SFW side of things. Angst I make no such promises on.))


1) “Look,” the hero sighed. “Do you want to tell me what’s really going on here, kid?” 
“I’m not a kid.” They looked somewhere between mortified and indignant at the suggestion. “I’m twenty two.” 
“You’re acting up like a child. You want my attention so bad, alright, you’ve got it. Now talk to me.” 


2) “Now, do you really think defacing public property is a good way to impress me? This has got to stop.” 
“Who says I’m trying to impress you!?” They jutted their chin up and squared their shoulders, as if they weren’t obviously flustered. 
The hero raised a brow. “I’m a detective, I can in fact detect when someone has a crush on me.” They did their best to be patient, to squash down the irritation at being dragged out for something like this when there was real work to be done. “So cut this out, or it’s never going to happen.” 


3) “You think I want to waste my time on you when there’s real bad things happening?” the hero snarled. They gave the other a hard shake, eyes burning with rage. “It’s not fucking cute. And I don’t know what the hell sick game you’re trying to play but - are you crying?” 

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Shiro will punch a ghost in the face, he doesn’t give a [kid-friendly space expletive].

Yet another piece for my Voltron paranormal investigator AU! Check it out here!

Pansy was sitting in her seat beside Potter. It was their makeup seventh year and the new Transfiguration teacher had given them assigned seats. Pansy far preferred McGonagall, but she had gone on to be Headmistress and they were stuck with Professor What’s His Name. She couldn’t be bothered to learn it. When the professor said he’d be seating them in interhouse pairs, she hoped she’d be lucky enough to sit next to Granger. She wasn’t. So instead she watched from afar.

Granger was copying notes from the board. Her body curled over the desk as if she were trying to encircle it. The position made her hair fall into her face. A curtain of dark frizz. Pansy wanted to brush it back for her–perhaps braid it or slick it into a ponytail–or at least offer her an elastic. Then the girl ran a flustered hand from her forehead to the nape of her neck, effectively flipping the bushy hair out of her way.

“Beautiful,” Pansy whispered under her breath.

“Huh?” Potter asked ever-so-eloquently, eyes flicking to Pansy from where they rested on Draco–Granger’s table partner. Draco was taking copious notes as well. Pansy could almost make out his calligraphic scrawl from her seat.

“The studious ones are always the easiest to fall for, aren’t they? And the hardest to get over,” Pansy said, cocking her head in the direction of the two attentive students.

Potter blinked. “I don’t have a crush on Hermione if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s not at all what I’m getting at. And anyways, Granger’s gay.”

Potter went as red as his Gryffindor tie. “Don’t say that about her.”

“Cool it, Golden Boy. It wasn’t an insult. But maybe that internalized homophobia is why you can’t see you have a crush on Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are you bonkers? Just because you think he’s the greatest thing on Earth doesn’t mean I have to.”

Pansy laughed then. “Potter, if you were paying any attention you’d know it’s Granger I like. Draco has a sharp wit but the wrong equipment.”

Potter looked as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Oh, shut your mouth. Like it’s that shocking.” She knew, however, that it was shocking because every person she’d come out to had said, “you’re too pretty to be gay”. Bullshit. As if her looks had anything to do with her desire to fuck girls. Or cuddle with them. Or whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Or–

Pansy had found she turned into a Hufflepuff when she got too caught up in her fantasies, so she effectively shut them off. It wouldn’t do to have her reputation ruined–even internally.

Pansy brushed aside her ridiculous musings. “Potter, I have a proposition for you.”

His gaze darkened. “No thanks. I don’t take propositions from Slytherins.”

“And I thought we were getting on so well,” Pansy said sweetly before dropping the sugary expression. “Give it a rest, will you? The war’s over. And we weren’t all Death Eaters.”

“You tried to turn me in to Voldemort,” Potter pointed out.

Pansy swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. “Details, details. Just hear me out. You’re good friends with Granger, and I’m good friends with Draco. What do you say we work together to woo our love interests?”

“I have no interest in dating Mal–”

“Potter, you haven’t taken your eyes off him since he sat down. Actually, you had your eyes on him as he sat down as well.”

“That’s because–”

“Because you were checking out his arse. And you’re blushing like crazy–”

“I am not!”

“–WHICH, may I note, you did not do when you thought I was talking about Granger.”

“Only because–”

“What if I told you he likes you, too?”

Potter shut his mouth. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. It wasn’t as cute as when Granger did it. He bit his lip. “Fine. We can work together. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Potter, who in Merlin’s name would I want to tell? It’s not like I’m proud of allying with a bloody Gryffindor.”

“Whatever. Just…keep it quiet.”

“Same, Scarhead.” The bell rung and the two went their separate ways.

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The Wedding Night

Ok so @omgkatsudonplease was streaming Pride and Prejudice tonight and lots of Rivals jokes were made as we have established that umfb&mha is actually an accidental Pride and Prejudice AU. And then suddenly we found out that apparently there is an extra scene in the American version that I had never seen before and let me tell you, that Fucked Me Up because I love that film and this new scene kills me. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zg7YhN-I2M0

So what did I do with this new, groundbreaking information? Wrote a Rivals version of this scene of course.

So without further ado may I present to you The Wedding Night scene, otherwise known as my 1am fic rambling and a snippet of what Rivals - Past, Present and Future might be like 



                                       The Wedding Night 


Walking slowly into the room, Viktor finished pulling his shirt off over his head and looked to see where Yuuri was stretched out on the bed before him. Unlike Viktor, Yuuri was still wearing the formal white shirt of the day’s celebrations but his trousers were gone and the shirt was half unbuttoned, giving Viktor a tantalising glimpse of sharp collarbones and smooth, perfect skin. At the sound of his approach, Yuuri turned to face him, eyes softening and face breaking out into a smile as he looked at his once fiancé and now husband.

“Come here,” he murmured and Viktor obeyed, climbing onto the bed to where Yuuri was lying with a slight smirk on his face and arms open invitingly.

“Of course solnyshko,” Viktor breathed, planting a light kiss on Yuuri’s forehead and then laughing a little when Yuuri made a soft noise of protest before reaching down to capture his lips in a much deeper kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away and Yuuri smiled up at him, eyes bright in the darkness of the room.

“You always call me solnyshko,” he teased, running one hand down Viktor’s side and sliding the other up to tangle lightly in his hair. “People might think you’re getting…predictable.”

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Me: *is planning a story in-depth*

Me: *is planning a story that can be divided into four fics*

Me: *realizes what I’m doing*

Me: *gets a quarter of the way through planning the first fic*

Me: *realizes that I’m in over my head*

Me: *is trying not to let fear get in the way*

Me:

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lil bit for @captnsunshine with art student steve is in life drawing class and then Bucky is the class’ model again, and he constantly flirts with Steve, and whispering that Steve should call him sometimes and steve’s a mess but continues drawing Bucky’s too good of a body 

Steve thinks he fell for Bucky first when they went on an actual date for the first time, but Bucky knew he was the one that fell first when he saw how beautiful Steve was when he was focused on his art 

a short story in prompts

“Jesus, it’s a fucking teenager. You don’t have to shoot the kid.”
“He could be a fucking spy!”
The protagonist tensed at the words, stomach plunging cold. They couldn’t see anything with the bag over their head. They twisted their hands behind their back, desperately trying to wriggle out of the cuffs before it was too late. Fear crawled clammy up their palms and down their spine.
The security continued to bicker, before the door burst open.
“Sir.” The security went abruptly silent.
Sir. The teenager’s heart hammered – this was the man they’d come to kill.


After so long hunting the villain, painstakingly chasing them down, fantasizing about meeting them and driving a knife through their gut, to have him only inches away was overwhelming. Close enough that they could smell the villain’s cologne as they yanked the bag off the protagonist’s head. 
“A teenager.” The villain looked at his men. “Does anyone want to explain why you have bound and brought a teenager into my house?”
“You killed my family. I’m here to return the favour,” the protagonist spat before the security could say anything. 
The villain blinked and a look of realisation and understanding crossed their face, any tension going out of them. It was a bit insulting really. 
“It wasn’t personal.” They reached out, ghosting their fingers over the protagonist’s brow – bloodied from the earlier scuffle that had restrained them. “I wouldn’t recommend you try and make it personal. I have no fight with you.” They looked to their security. “Put them in a cab home. I’m sure they won’t be so stupid as to come here again, hm?” They shot the teenager a look.  

They came again.


 “What were you planning to do, knife me in front of a room full of witnesses?”
“If that’s what it takes!”
The villain studied them clinically for a moment - panting and passionate and all too persistent in their revenge. Then he rolled up his sleeves, eased off his tie and tossed it aside. “Give it your best shot.”
“What?” the protagonist startled. 
“You want to fight me so badly, have at it. Clearly nothing short of death can sway you.” 
The protagonist pounced.


They tried again, and again, and again. Each time, they were deftly deflected, tossed aside, pinned, knocked back, as if their attacks and all of their training was nothing. The villain was good. They tried for over an over an hour, ears ringing, nose bleeding, ribs cracked, fingers broken, until they were too exhausted to put any strength into a punch and the last lunge ended up more with them sobbing and shaking in frustration against the villain’s chest. The villain caught their wrists firmly and twisted them into a more secure hold. They manhandled the protagonist stumbling in front of the mirror, so they could get a good look at just how pitifully outmatched they looked. 
“This what you wanted? I’m sure your parents would be delighted to see this.”


“…teach me.”
“What?” the villain startled.
“Teach me how to fight like you.” It was the most incredible thing they’d ever seen.
“…you want me to teach you how to kill me?” The villain let go and let them crumple to the floor. “Fuck, I need a drink to deal with you.”

  • Ed: You're going to call me riddler.
  • Oswald: No, I dont think I will.
  • Ed: You will even if i have to force it out of you.
  • Ed: Slowly and painfully.
  • Oswald: I think we'd both prefer it that way.
  • Barbara: Well something here tells me you two arent talking about torture anymore.
Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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10 WRITING EXERCISES TO BEAT BLOCK!
  • 1. Go out to a public, but not overly crowded place and take a notebook with you. Remain there for 10 minutes writing down random overheard snippets of conversation. Afterwards, choose an interesting piece of dialogue and use it as your first line/stanza.
  • 2. Visit a thrift store or market and find 5 items that interest you. For each item imagine the kind of person that would own it and create a character based on it. Write about that character.
  • 3. Take a bunch of small pieces of paper, and on each one write a word that you like. Then, draw 3 words at random and try to incorporate them into a short piece. This can be anything as long as all 3 words are included. You could also try using a random word generator.
  • 4. Visit a library, and pick out 5 book titles that interest you. These can be fiction, non-fiction or both. Write a scene inspired by one of these titles.
  • 5. Pick up a book you haven't read. Look at the title and front cover. Write the story based on these alone. (Literally reading a book by it's cover)
  • 6. Pick out a random book from your personal book shelf. Open it onto a random page and pick out a sentence from this page. This is your opening line / stanza.
  • 7. Find a random page in any book, or any piece of paper with writing on it. Highlight every single noun on the page. Pick out a few of these nouns. Write 3 sentences personifying each noun. The first sentence should start with "I am the _____ ...."
  • 8. On a bus or in the back seat of a car, look out of the window at road signs. Write down words or entire phrases from road signs, and use one of them as the title for a short piece.
  • 9. Go to a clothing store and pick out a t-shirt. If the t-shirt has a slogan on it, use it as your first line/stanza. If the t-shirt has images on it then base your piece on the image.
  • 10. Turn on the television or watch a long YouTube video. Write down pieces of dialogue that are memorable to you. Choose one and write a scene around it.

A little Adrinette fluff for the occasion.


Adrien turned off the television and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm weight of Marinette curled up beside him on the couch, her head pressed against his chest. He had one arm around her, and he was struck by the feeling that he lived for these quiet moments with her, for when their hectic lives settled down and they were both able to stop and simply enjoy the other’s presence…. “I never want this to change,” he murmured.

Marinette shifted, though she didn’t lift her head. “It will.”

He chuckled. “I know it will. Things always do. But not for years and years, I hope.”

This time, Marinette sat up and looked at him. She would have made a hilarious figure, all mussed hair and rumbled clothing, if the lamp beside him didn’t highlight the serious look on her face. “No, kitty. We don’t have years of this. We don’t even have a year.”

Dread settled in his stomach, his mind flipping through possible scenarios, each more terrible than the last. “What are you talking about?”

She bit her lip. He knew that look. They’d only been married for two years, but they’d been dating for longer, and he’d seen that look on her face long before that. She was nervous, but despite her ominous pronouncement, no one was in immediate danger. He tried to cling to that little bit of relief as she said, “I was trying to find the right time to tell you. The right way to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” he asked earnestly. “Marinette, is something wrong? You’re okay, aren’t you? And your parents are okay?” But she must be, and they must be, or she wouldn’t have waited to tell him anything.

“They’re fine,” came her quiet answer. “It’s me, I guess. Us.” She took a shaky breath. “Everything’s going to change.”

“Why? What happened?” She was stalling. He knew that. There was some terrible news that she wasn’t sharing with him, that she didn’t want to burden him with.

Marinette swallowed. “The test result. It’s positive.”

What? He didn’t remember her having any tests done, let alone her expressing concern about anything in the first place. “What are you…?”

“Nothing’s ever going to be the same again,” Marinette whispered, and now she looked terrified.

He felt his own fear clawing its way up his throat, and he couldn’t keep it out of his voice. “Marinette—”

She latched her arms around him, squeezing tightly. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have told you this way. It’s not fair to you.”

He still didn’t understand what she had told him. “But what—?”

She released him, kissed him, and sat back with a smile on her face. “Happy Father’s Day, Adrien.”

Nothing made sense. “What?” But Marinette was beaming at him now, and he realized that the tears in her eyes weren’t there out of despair.

And then he realized what she’d said.

The test result. It’s positive.

We don’t even have a year.

Everything’s going to change.

Happy Father’s Day, Adrien.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Marinette giggled and nodded. He wanted to berate her for playing such a rotten joke on him, but…. But…. “We’re going to have a baby?” All of a sudden, he could understand her joy, her terror, that quivering giddiness that couldn’t be contained. She nodded again, and he realized he was laughing.

He leaned forward, kissed his conniving wife, and murmured, “It’ll be the best change of all.”

“You’re scared, you’re vulnerable, you can’t do this on your own.”

“Is this supposed to be a pep talk? Because, you know, could use some work.”

Don’t. Don’t pull bravado crap with me, you’re allowed to goddamn feel, alright?”

“Ever considered that maybe I don’t want to?” They flared up in turn, fists clenching. “Scared, vulnerable, on my own. What good does it do me? Sorry I’m not swooning enough for you.”

“I just - I just mean you don’t have to do this on your own. You have me.”

“Yeah, you and wondrous pep talks. I feel so much better now. Thanks.”


Fic:
Your Dearest

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for flirting

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Sierra receives an email from Jaal and feelings are laid bare.

Author’s Notes: I wanted to try to capture that gut-clenching, excited, nervous moment right when a flirting relationship is about to take that next step. Jaal’s emails were so good at inducing that feeling. So, hopefully I did it justice.

(Spoilers for Jaal’s emails. I included the full text of one in this.)


“Good morning, Pathfinder.”

Groaning, Sierra throws an arm across her face as the cabin lights brighten too soon against the back of her lids.

She grumbles beneath her breath and rolls into her pillow. “You don’t have to do that as soon as you feel me wake up, SAM. Give me at least five minutes to get my bearings.”

“Noted, Pathfinder.” There’s a momentary pause. “You have unread email at your terminal.”

Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blinks rapidly, trying to erase the fatigue and sleep from her eyes. SAM clearly isn’t going to let her stay in bed any longer, and he’s right to do so. The display on her nightstand tells her they’re almost to Kadara. So, with another groan, she sits up.

“Okay,” she says in a rushing exhale and gets to her feet. She runs a hand through her hair and makes her way to the terminal. Email first, then coffee, and then Kadara Port.

The messages are routine—Tann reminding her of their position on the outlaws, a colonist on Eos asking for help, Lexi sending her diagrams of yoga poses to help with her stress—but one toward the bottom catches her eye.

A communication from your friend Jaal

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Every Pawn Can Become A Queen Snippets Part 3 of 3

I promised people that I would write the ending of the Historical Fantasy Arranged Marriage Au that came from my original fake Viktuuri fic list from the Rivals series alternate A03 so here it is! 

Original post here

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Disclaimer - this is a mock up of what one of the fics written by Viktuuri fans in the Rivals universe on the alternate AO3 might look like and therefore is a reflection of how fans see umfb!Yuuri and Viktor not as they actually are. Also again this is a quick fun piece of writing so please don’t take it seriously!

Every Pawn Can Become A Queen Snippets Part 3 of 3

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Other Character Tags To Be Added

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe – Historical Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Plotting, Assassination Attempts, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Yuuri is the Prince of an Empire, second in line for the throne and renown in battle, a formidable warrior who has been fighting for almost half his life against the neighbouring Empire and their barbaric ways. But after tragedy strikes both kingdoms, an uneasy peace must be formed between the two opposing sides, a peace that must be sealed with the strongest of bonds.

Charged with keeping the peace for the sake of his people, Yuuri is forced to leave his homeland forever and marry the only son and heir of the opposing kingdom, forging an alliance with marriage to protect the empire built on the backs and blood of his family and now ruled by his beloved sister. But Yuuri knows what the marriage truly is beneath the pretty words. A life-sentence, imprisoned forever under the rule of a man he hates and has faced on the battlefield countless time.

But the political machinations of the foreign court might prove to be an even deadlier battlefield than the one he just left and he must keep the peace between the two kingdoms to save the lives of millions, whatever the cost. And what’s more, his long-time enemy and new husband is not the man he believed him to be and his position as Prince Consort holds more power than he ever expected. For the one who holds the heart of the future king is the one who can control the kingdom.

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Six Sentence Sunday- 7/16/17

“Molly, I need you to know that I honestly do love you,” Sherlock suddenly blurted out at Bart’s lab.

After a moment of stunned silence, Molly nodded while casually replying, “it’s ok, Sherlock, I know.”

“No no, you don’t understand,” he continued, a bit more desperate and aggitated now. “I love love you, as in wanting to be with you in every way two people can be together. I want to hold you and kiss you and do an innumerable list of other intimate things with you, make you feel wanted as well as needed, act like an idiot at times just to make you happy, see you every night before I fall asleep while comforted with the knowledge that you’ll be there when I wake up, because it’s only you who have finally made me understand how a romantic relationship truly could complete me as a human being!”

Molly’s lips spread in a slow smile as his little speech drew to a close, and she very calmly and simply repeated, “Sherlock…I know.”

Vampire Fic Snippet #3

(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

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