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rhysiana  asked:

Prompts! I keep hoping someone will do a NurseyDex AU where Dex is on a business trip to NYC (or wherever, any city of sufficient size would work, really) and Nursey takes pity on this poor lost man and offers to show him around and then romance ensues.

Derek looks up from his phone when his fingers brush the back of a hand instead of the coffee cup he’s expecting. “Sorry,” he says, “I thought that was–”

He’s staring, he knows he is, but Derek can’t seem to stop. His only comfort is, he supposes, that the man beside him is staring back at him from the most amazing eyes Derek thinks he’s ever seen. They’re golden–no, amber–and filled with light that only seems to be intensified by the color of the brows above them.

Derek is frozen, and the man is staring, a furrow between his eyebrows, and then–

“Dex?” the barista calls, and the man blinks and pulls back, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, guess it was yours.” He lets go of the cup with Derek’s name scribbled on the side and reaches for the new one. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Neither was I.” He takes the cup as the man–Dex?–takes his own, and finds himself admiring the way color suffuses his cheeks, camouflaging freckles, the way his hair–copper under the lights of the cafe–falls ruffled across his forehead. “Long day?”

A shoulder and the corner of Dex’s mouth lift as he gestures to move past Derek to the assortment of sugar and cream. “The longest on record,” he says, and Derek can’t help but turn with him as he pours sugar into his coffee.

“Traveling?”

Dex nods. “How’d you–?”

“The accent. Maine?” He gots a nod. “First time in New York?”

Dex recovers his coffee and takes a sip. “Yeah, it’s…a lot.”

Derek laughs, cocking his hip against the counter. “It can be. Even for a native New Yorker such as myself. Derek, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you’re Dex.”

Bemusement crosses Dex’s face, but he takes Derek’s hand. His grip is good, firm, and Derek finds himself distracted by the width of his palm, by callouses left over from long days of work. Their hands fit well together, and Derek finds himself reluctant to let go.

“Yeah,” Dex says. “Holdover from hockey.”

Derek’s done for the day. He has nothing but an empty apartment and thirsty plants to go home to. And hockey? Hell. He knows hockey.

They get a table near the windows, regaling each other with tales of hockey played in high school and college, the both of them marveling that they never crossed paths before. They talk, hockey leading to school, school leading to hobbies. Derek tells Dex he likes to write (disingenuous, maybe, but true; he doesn’t need to go into how many titles he has to his name or the accolades he’s received for his poetry), and Dex nods and listens and tells him he was never good with putting words down on the page.

They talk, and Derek watches the way Dex’s hands curl around his coffee, the way his tongue curls against his lip. Outside, daylight turns to dusk. Inside, shadows play over Dex’s cheek, his eyelashes pale smudges, his eyes focused and pinning.

Derek should thank him for his company and go. Instead, he says, “You said this is your first time in the city? You, uh, want to grab a bite to eat? I know some great places close by, and if it’s your first time, you should really have someone experienced show you around.”

Dex’s cheeks flush. His eyes flicker from Derek to his own hands around his empty cup to his–their–reflection in the shop’s window. Dex breathes deep, and Derek braces himself for a polite brush off, but then Dex’s mouth is twitching and he’s turning to Derek and he’s saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Derek grins, heart suddenly racing. “Good,” he says. “Great. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.”

A beat, and then Derek feels his skin heat, opens his mouth to…do something. Dig himself out of that particular innuendo. Apologize for sounding presumptuous.

Dex stares, face unreadable, and then he stands, smiles. “I don’t doubt that,” he says. “Come on. Show me your city.”

The time is now. Derek can’t wait.

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anonymous asked:

OK so love like you is definitely middle school sarumi yes or no

Definite yes, I’m just imagining that playing over a montage of cute gloomy middle school Fushimi staring at bright smiling Yata and wondering what Yata even sees in him and how Yata could possibly care about him this much.

tbh the most annoying thing about el clasico is the comments from third parties like “i couldnt care less about el clasico” "el clasico is so overrated" “(insert rivalry) is better” like okayyyyy we get it Daniellll!!! your pasty premier league teams are more interesting than one of the biggest rivalries in the world 😒😒tell that to one of the other 400 MILLION people who tune in to watch rm vs barca… Cuz I don’t believe u and I didn’t ask!!! Byeeee 👋🏽👋🏽

anonymous asked:

I'm curious! Do you have a list of your favorite Kristanna fics?

Ahhhh that would be a huge list!!

Off the top of my head:

Dark as Snow by @bri-ecrit

Blood Games by @frenzy5150

At the Edge of the Sea by @desert-sailor

In My Veins by @samanthalo4774

Basically anything by the above writers, as well as anything by @upthenorthmountain, @karis-the-fangirl, @ominouscloudsofarendelle, @takemetofantasyland, @lukin08, @punkpoemprose, @ravenwritesstuff, @reillyjade, @redonthefly

Being Best Friends with the Twins Would Include...

Originally posted by merlinxslytherin

Masterlist


•Them giving you piggy back rides

•Them cheating off your papers and notes

•You not really caring since its happened too many times to get annoyed at

•Them always basically stalking any guy you’re romantically involved with to make sure they’re good for you

•If they’re not, they scare them away

•You get angry at first, but then realize their intentions are good

•If you were an only child, now it seems like you have two close brothers


HOUSE SPECIFC


Gryffindor Reader

Originally posted by teenager-stuff


•Meeting through Ron and Harry

•They’re talking to Fred and George and you walk up really casually

•And they start very obviously checking you out

•Ron groans and calls them gross

•You laugh and introduce yourself after playful flirting

•And basically after that you’re inseparable

•You flirt with them sometimes, but its never meant to be taken seriously

•And they know this

•But being there for each other 100%, especially since you’re all in the same house


Slytherin Reader

Originally posted by friendshipfeelsbetter

•You not really noticing them 

•And they actually take notice that you don’t notice them

•Which they thought was ridiculous because they were always pulling public pranks

•So they plan a small prank on just you

•And that sure as hell got your attention

•But once they admit they were just looking for your attention specifically, you laugh and comply after saying they could have just asked

•But you not caring that some of your fellow Slytherins disliked your close relationship with the twins, both Gryffindors

•Same goes for some of their housemates

•But none of you ever cared because you were all way too close to care


RAVENCLAW READER

Originally posted by friendshipfeelsbetter


•You meet them by them not so obviously cheating off of you

•You rolled your eyes because ‘of course they would because stereotypes’

•But turns out they actually knew a but about you so they knew you were pretty intelligent

•You confront them about it

•They don’t even deny it which makes you kind of laugh

•Like they literally say “Yeah, we cheated off of you. A bit hard due to your poor handwriting, though.”

•You lending them your notes

•You helping them with creative, well thought out pranks


HUFFLEPUFF READER

Originally posted by chicastrology


•You meet by accident, both of them walking backwards while talking to someone

•You had your head down, not really paying attention when they tumbled onto you accidentally

•You were crushed under two twins

•Your housemates rushing to get them off of you and scolding them a bit

•Them actually being really concerned and checking for bruises

•You reassure them that you’re fine and it was partially your fault as well for not paying attention 

•Them protecting you from those few people who underestimated Hufflepuffs

•Because they like tower over most students and can leer at them scarily if they needed to

any other active omgcp blogs ? i need to follow so many more honestly. like rb/like this and i will check you out. i follow from my main. also, you gotta like kent, it’s all. @ mutuals, rb for some help, my dudes. pls

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Jesse mostly just wanted a picture of the commander wearing it, he never expected Jack was so goddam sleep deprived all the time that he’d actually enjoy it.

(Also for those of you that have no idea what the hell is going on here do yourself a favor and do a google image search for “ostrich pillow” you won’t be disappointed)

Les Chevaliers…

this is la vie en rose

@re-unknown and I finally got around to doing a collab; he linearted (very beautifully) chat and i did mari, he coloured (very nicely) mari and i coloured chat and finally i did background and lighting (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧