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Prepping your print from file to finish:

I always hear people complaining about how much better the piece looked digitally, SO, here is a run down on how to get prints that look more like your original piece.

First of all, every printer is different.  Every paper is different.  Make sure you take the time to do test prints and become familiar with how your printer and paper combo work, as you’ll rarely nail a print your first try.  This one took about 5 test prints before I was confident to print on the expensive large paper Every time I mess up on a print, I save the remaining paper to use as scraps for test prints.

As you can see, the original piece looks very nice!  The focus is super strongly on the tiger, and all of the vibrant colors are still super evident in the background.  That said, when I print it as is, everything about 85% gray or darker turns BLACK.  And this is high quality paper designed to get accurate vibrant colors, too.

The best way to fix this is to do layer effects.  Brightness/contrast is my favorite, as a typical piece will generally print about 5x better if you up the brightness to around 15-25, and adjust the contrast up or down by 5-10 points.  That said, if you have a HIGH contrast piece (Darks against brights) like this one, you typically need to do a few more steps.

Often I’ll do a second brightness/contrast adjustment layer and push brightness to an obnoxious level so the darkest darks are closer to a mid-dark range.  From there, I’ll create a mask and use a transparent gradient tool to slowly pull back the brightness on all of the lighter areas of the image.

Additionally, due to printers using CMYK and your screen being RBG certain colors just physically CANNOT print.  Some people will always work in CMYK because of this, but honestly I like my saturated colors and most of my work is intended to be seen digitally so I only ever work in RGB.  Photoshop has a nifty toggle (Ctrl + Y) where you can toggle between CMYK and RGB view to see how your piece will appear when it prints.  It’s useful to check this because if you worked in a color that cannot replicate in print, you may want to shift it entirely before you even bother printing.

Artwork tends to desaturate a bit as it prints, so I’ll often make a Hue/saturation layer to play with, too.  In this case the image was already pretty damn saturated, BUT some of the shadows on the tiger were printing more brown than orange, so I adjusted the saturation a bit to keep them vibrant with the rest of the image.
**DO NOT use “Lightness” to lighten your image!  It basically adds a white overlay to your image.  Always use Brightness, instead.

After all of that, I have a final print that much more closely captures the essence of the original painting.  I could have tinkered even more, but to me the goal is a good print rather than an exact copy. 

For ULTRA high contrast images, like a dark room looking out into a snowy exterior, expect to do a LOT of adjustment to get it to print correctly.  Printers just aren’t too fond of super darks right up against super lights.

I could make a proper tutorial on this if people request it.  Mostly, just wanted to put my thoughts down in one spot!

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

do you need some help with your glue gun?

for @kixboxer for reasons. <3 

do you remember that craft store au we chatted about ages ago? well. 


Yuuri almost has a heart attack the moment that Victor Nikiforov, host of What The Craft on Detroit Public Access TV, walks into Michael’s. As he dies in a god awful green vest, all he can think is that hot gluing the defibrillator last week was a mistake. And that he’s suing those tv cameras from beyond the grave because they were nowhere close to capturing how attractive Victor actually is.

Yuuri wants to help him with his glue gun. Instead he hides.

Victor leaves twenty minutes later after circling every aisle at least three times.

                                                  ___________

victor: CHRIS HE WAS THERE

chris: green sweater vest?

victor: his name is YUURI

victor: HOW DOES HE MAKE POLYESTER LOOK SO GOOD? IT’S NOT A BREATHABLE FABRIC AND NOW I FEEL LIKE I CAN’T BREATHE.

victor: HE WAS THERE AND THEN HE DISAPPEARED BUT THERE WASN’T EVEN A GLASS SLIPPER

chris: victor. PLEASE.

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“Excuse me?” Victor says, tapping Yuuri on the shoulder. Somewhere between “I should have ironed my underwear” and “digging my own grave won’t be so bad” Victor’s arrived at end of the aisle. Where Yuuri’s arranging styrofoam balls into a suspiciously human shaped arrangement. He didn’t even have fair warning to hide this time.

“Can you help me?” Yuuri asks. No. Wrong order. Fuck.

Victor looks Yuuri up and down. And then back up again. “Can I?” The tips of his ears are flushed. Yuuri’s not sure why. It’s not that cold yet.

(When Celestino starts putting Baileys in his coffee, that’s when it’s really winter.)

“I um. I mean. Things? Supplies?”

Yuuri manages to help Victor find what he needs. He’s not sure how Victor’s so unfamiliar with the store layout—he’s seen Victor’s show and he goes through a lot of felt. Just when Yuuri thinks he’s done, Victor has another question, all the way until Yuuri rings up his total.

(Yuuri’s not even supposed to work at the register.)

“What are your hours?” Victor asks, playing with the on and off button on his phone.

“Oh well, our hours are on the door…”

“No. What days are you here?”

Oh.

Steady Heart. (Pt. II)

Steady Heart (Pt. I) https://harrylillies-old.tumblr.com/post/164361328626/steady-heart


“Signs he’s just not that into you.” She read off her laptop screen, eyes roaming the article.  “He works hard to pencil you in.” She read to herself, her mind going to Harry. She groaned when she couldn’t make up her mind, scrolling down to be greeted by the different articles’ ads, eyes squinting when she saw her face and Harry’s with a tear in the middle like paper. 

HARRY CHEATING ON GIRLFRIEND Y/N? WHO IS CAMILLE ROWE? 

Her breath hitched in her throat, mouse hovering over the link before she clicked. 

Harry captured getting close and cuddly with VS model, Camille Rowe.

Harry Styles, 23, and Camille Rowe, 27, were spotted in New York, getting quite cozy.

“They were all over eachother” - A reliable source told us. 

In case you have been living under a rock, Harry Styles is actually dating uni student, Y/N Y/L/N, whom the British singer/actor had met through best friend and BBC radio host, Nick Grimshaw earlier last year. The two have been dating since earlier this year - or are they? 

There had been no confirmation on a breakup or shades thrown which leads us to the big question; 

Could the British Gentleman, Harry Styles, be cheating on girlfriend Y/N with Camille? 

Stay tuned for more! 

By the time she had finished reading, angry tears filling her eyes, Harry had stepped inside the house from his run. 

“Hey,” He panted, walking past her and to the kitchen to get a water bottle from the fridge, gulping half of it down before walking back towards her. Harry frowned, face scrunching in confusion when he saw her hurting eyes looking at him, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. 

He rushed towards her, sitting beside her on the couch and cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Hm? What’s wrong, baby?”

“You did it anyways, huh?” She said quietly. 

“Did what?” He asked confusingly. 

“Played me. Fucking humiliated me for your exposure.” Y/N swatted his hands away, standing up. 

Harry cursed under his breath, his moves following hers as he stood up. “Calm down and let me explain, yeah? It’s not how it lo-” 

“Fuck you.” She chuckled. You approached him, putting a hand to where his heart lied, finding it racing. “It’s because you’ve been caught, right? It’s beating like that because you’re nervous.” 

Harry looked at her, hurt and confused. “What- What do you mean?” 

She moved back, shaking her head. “We’re through. Shine on, rockstar!” She ut her hands up, sarcastically feigning support before taking her car keys, walking out of the door. 

“Fuck no.” Harry shook his head, running behind her, wincing when his body hit the door frame on his way out, running towards Y/N in her car, banging on her car window. “Listen to me, baby. Hear me out.” 

But she drove off.


Part 3? Let me know what you think. Also, THAT PICTURE OF HARRY WITH THE DOG I’M DED. 

(also ik it’s short.) 

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 Word count: 794


 It’s almost midnight, but you aren’t tired. When you order another piece of cake, Jason, a guy who has been a fellow initiate, sits beside you. You keep quiet, eating and laughing at Kevin’s jokes, the man who’s working at the bar.

 “This one was great, right, (Y/N)?”

 “One of your best, K.” You admit.

 “I haven’t seen you around lately.”

 You look at Jason with a small fake smile. “I’ve been busy.”

 “Leadership, I know. And there comes another one.” He tilts his head to the other side of the small bar, to Eric, your lovely coworker. He sits away from you, well, he rather stays away from anyone.

 “Yeah,” you say, trying to make him see that you don’t wanna talk. You heard about Jason. Always mean and cruel. Not that different from Eric, you’re aware, but Jason was a shameful fighter. You were feeling sick just to hear him breathe.

 “Where you’re living now?”

 “Where the leaders use to live.” It’s Eric who answers. You look at him, with a confused expression on your face. You didn’t know he was paying attention.

 “Wasn’t talking to you.”

 “You can take his answer as mine.”

 “I thought you didn’t need someone to talk for you, (Y/N).” Jason’s smile makes you push away your piece of cake and get up.

 “I rather not to talk to you.”

 “Why? We have nothing to lose. I’m single and so are you. And we’re in the best place in the world”

 “Are you crazy?” You turn to him again, with both your hands on your hips.

 “What’s wrong with you? You’re Dauntless now. What’s wrong with a one night stand?”

 “Being Dauntless doesn’t mean she has to be stupid like you.” Eric stands up and speaks before I can even think of a good answer.

 “Excuse me?” You whisper to him.

 “Shut up, let me deal with him,” Eric whispers back. You gasp in shock. What’s happening with him?

 “Why is he defending you?” Jason stands up too, and you feel the tension between the men.

 “I don’t know. Now, kids, go to sleep.”

 “Sure. My offer is up if you want.”

 “She won’t be your one night stand.” The anger on Eric’s voice makes you grab his arm and pull him out the bar.

 You don’t care about what’s wrong with Eric tonight, but you don’t want any problems. You let him go as soon as you’re out, but he keeps following you through the compound. Both of you live on the same corridor, but your apartment is slightly far from his. You stop next to your door and turn on your heels to face Eric.

 “Tell me what the hell was that, would you?”

 “Jason has caused enough problems. And I heard he impregnated a girl who’s raising the kid alone. I don’t want this for you.” Eric sounds weird. A weight on his voice, something you never heard before.

 “Why do you even care? You insult me and shout at me whenever you can. Why do you care now? ” You try your best to stay still and don’t let him notice that your hopes are getting high. Since your initiation, you’re completely in love with the bastard, even though he has many flaws you can’t stand. But you also try to keep both feet on the ground.

 “You’re right. I shouldn’t care. You didn’t even say thank you.” He looks at the ground and then turns to leave, but you won’t let him go without an explanation. No one, not even Eric, is allowed to mess with your life and leave like it was nothing. You walk fast until you’re before him, staring into those icy blue eyes.

 “Thank you,” you whisper. You never had the chance to stay that close to him, and to be honest, the man is even more handsome than you thought. You lose your breath for a second.

 “You’re welcome. Will you let me go now? ”

 “No.”

 “What do you want?”

 “Sorry.” You gather all the courage you have and pull him to you by the collar of his coat.

 Kissing Eric is an old fantasy, and right now, you couldn’t let the chance slip through your fingers. You kiss him quickly, pulling away before he gets mad.

 “Sorry.” You mutter again.

 He smiles at you, amused, and you look down.

 “That was interesting,” Eric says before leaning close and capturing you in a slowly kiss, something you never expected from him since he was all about roughness. After a while, you both pull away to breathe, but he keeps you close.

 “Well, that was interesting. You were jealous.”  You whisper, a small smile on your lips.

 “Yes. That guy will never get anywhere near you again.”

Life As A Kingsman

Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader, JB (Jack Bauer) the Pug, Roxy Morton
Warnings: Bombing, violence, fluff
Summary: After saying goodbye to you to meet Merlin at the Headquarters, you are left alone at Eggsy’s house with JB and a missile on its way.
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Based off of a request! I HAVEN’T SEEN THE GOLDEN CIRCLE YET SORRY THIS IS PROLLY SHIT

Originally posted by taronegertonfans

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Needy Puppy (Pt 2)

Needy Puppy (Pt 1)

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean (edited by Admin Podo)

ReaderXTaehyung

Words: 2,141

You awoke to the soft sunlight shining through your bedroom window and the faint sounds of birds chirping outside. You soon remembered what happened last night as you felt Taehyung’s arms around your waist and his grip on you tighten slightly as you shifted in his embrace. You wiggled yourself out of his arms, somehow managing to not wake him up. You looked down: after last night’s events you weren’t wearing anything from the waist below, so you grabbed your sweat pants that were on the floor slipping them on before heading to the kitchen.

You started a pot of coffee before making yourself some toast, but not long into your making of breakfast you hear a knock at your door. Only then did you remember Namjoon telling you he would be by first thing in the morning.

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly come up with some prompts where the protagonist is going undercover at a ball the villain's hosting? Thank you so much! I found this blog a week ago and it's quickly become one of my favorites!

1) “Perhaps I can have this dance?”
The protagonist’s heart dropped into their stomach, despite the fact this was very much useful to the mission. They managed a mute nod and the villain took their hand, drawing them close, capturing their hands in a grip secure enough that it made it difficult to go for a weapon. The music dipped intimate and they swayed. 
“You know,” the villain murmured against their ear. “I’ve been watching you all night.”
Oh shit, had they been caught?


2) “They said they didn’t want to dance.” 
The pushy ball-goer’s hand jolted back from the protagonist as if scalded - and, honestly, the villain was the last person they had expected to come to anyone’s defense. 
The villain smiled, eyes dark. “Now go and put your hand in the fireplace for five seconds, so maybe next time you learn the word no.”
Fuck. “That’s - I mean - that’s not necessary.” 
The villain turned to look at them. 


3) “Did no one warn you over the strength of the drinks?” 
Oh, god. Their embarrassment was complete. They threw up in the sink again, wracked with shudders, cheeks burning and stomach all wrung up. “Please don’t kill me.” Their head spun. 
“For throwing up in my sink? I’m just glad you spared my orchids and didn’t throw up in them. Someone did. It was disgusting.” A hand reached out, brushing their hair back from their forehead, and shoving a glass of water in their hand. “Here.”
“Thanks.” They took a sip.
“What’s your name?”
“[X].” Crap. That was their actual name, not their cover. They stared at the water. Had it been, had it been…?
“I’m not quite so glad that you’re spying on me, [X],” the villain continued conversationally. “But at least you’re being a polite guest about it. Who is it that you’re working for, by the way?”  

I’ve Known You All My Life (Part Four)

Sam Holland x Reader

Words: 3,328 (Ooooooh, boy…)

I just want to say that I’m grateful to everyone for supporting this series (it’s a series now! omg). Your comments and messages and likes and reblogs seriously, seriously mean so fucking much to me, it all inspires me to keep going. I can’t accurately put it all into words so thank you all so much. Part Four is finally here and I hope I’ve done a good job and I hope you all like it! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, SORRY!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

tagging: @trinityjadec, @aussie-mantle, @tiau-man, @cmon-spiderling, @sam-a-holland, @quacktom, @nedslaptop, @wishiwasbffswiththebrothers, @lostholland, @allaroundaddict, @blackstarryroses, @dej-okay, @twinsofia, @neewtmas, @penis-parkerr, @samanthajothomarose, @sunnysmileslife, @confusedascas, @tiny-friggin-human, @empathiccally, @swimmeranxiety, @nvmmendes, @sebenagomez, @the-girl-with-no-plan

(My taglist has grown so much, it makes me wanna cry. I love each and every one of you beautiful people.) If you’d like to be tagged in future parts and in my other fics/imagines, please message me! <3

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It’s been three weeks, three long weeks since that fateful day in the Holland household. Three weeks since you’ve set foot inside the familiar halls, three weeks since you’ve sat on their cozy, beat-up couch, three weeks since you’ve kicked Paddy’s ass at his video games (he was thirteen, you didn’t have to let him win anymore like when he was younger), three weeks since you’ve laughed at Dom’s jokes, three weeks since you’ve eaten dinner with your favourite family apart from your own.

Three fucking painful weeks since Sam basically evicted you from his life.

Three weeks since the last time you felt like yourself.

Harry visited you daily since then, making sure you were eating, maintaining your well-being, and all that jazz. It wasn’t any better back at his house either. The hostility that hung precariously in the air was almost choking him, as well as everybody else, even Tessa could feel it.

The Holland twins, who used to love being in each other’s company, were no longer on speaking terms. It was too much for Harry to even be in the same room as his twin brother ever since you ran out the door that day. He was never going to forget the way you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms once your legs finally gave out from how hard you ran just to get away.

Sam had caused that, he was the one who inflicted that much pain on you. Harry wasn’t chummy with the idea of forgetting that any time soon.

“Y/N! I’m here and I’ve got food!” Harry yelled as he opened your front door. He needed to remind you to keep it locked from now on.

The house was relatively quiet as he made his way to your bedroom, Harry knew without a doubt that you haven’t even left your bed yet, and it was well into the afternoon. He rapped on your door twice and opened it. The cool temperature of your room hugged his body as he closed the door and made his way to you.

His suspicions were indeed correct. You were still cocooned in your blankets, eyes damp from the crying you’ve been doing in your sleep. Harry gazed at your serene face, those were the only times he could see you resemble your usual self. Most of the time you were just crying, and most of the time, he was there to catch your tears as they fell.

Setting your lunch down on your study desk, he went over to your bed and lay next to you. You turned to face him, still asleep, and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso.

“Sammy boy..” you mumbled as you slept, just loud enough for him to hear

Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat but he recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms around you and hoped what he thought wasn’t right.

By the time you woke up, the sun had already begun to set, its light bathing the sky in cerulean blues, baby pinks, and gentle lilacs. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and just gazed at it through your window, you desperately wanted to remember how hopeful the sky made you feel.

“G’mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.” Harry greeted you. He was now sat on the floor, one of your old yearbooks in his hands. A small smile managed to materialise on your lips when you saw him, you loved how he took up the sole initiative to take care of you, an initiative you yourself had already given up on.

“Hi.” your voice was still thick with sleep

“Eat.” he pointed at the tupperware sat on your desk

You nodded obediently, rising out of bed, still wrapped in your blankets. You sat on your desk chair.

“I miss your mum.” you stated as you opened the tupperware lid to reveal your favourite meal. Nikki was the best, hands down.

“She misses you too, believe me. She’s always asking me ‘How’s Y/N?’ and ‘When is she coming over again? Hasn’t it been long enough?’” Harry told you as he watched you eat, making sure you ate it all

“Hasn’t it been long enough?”

“Uh,” he scratched the back of his neck uneasily. “I..I’m not sure?”

“How’s Sam?”

The question you’ve been trying your hardest not to think about, for weeks, finally made its way out of your mouth. Did you actually want to know though?  What if he was so much happier now that you were out of the picture? Were you really ready to face that reality?

“Pretty shit.” Harry answered honestly, he tried to ignore the hopeful look that just crossed your face

“He usually just stays up in his room. Only comes down to eat and when Paddy is able to drag him out. He, uh, doesn’t play the piano anymore.”

Harry knew how much you loved it when Sam played, so he didn’t know why that little tidbit of information slipped out. He immediately wanted to kick himself as he watched your face fall, he had to bounce back, and fast.

“Hey, why don’t we head to the park? Have a lie down with nature?” he wagged his eyebrows up and down in an attempt to make you laugh, or smile, or just anything positive

Luckily for him, you nodded, placing the now empty tupperware upon your desk.

The sky was still painted in brilliance as you two reached the park. Harry laid out the blanket and you lay down immediately, letting the heavens completely fill your eyes.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than this.” you sighed contentedly, allowing the calm to take over your senses

“Oh shut up, Y/N,” he pointed his camera lens at you and clicked away. “You can’t say that when I’m looking right at you, you idiot.”

A rather elegant snort left your lips. “Fucking hell, Harry. That’s what you’re going for? No longing gazes and heartfelt poetry about how my eyes remind you of the night sky?”

“Eh, not really my style.” he replied, looking over the photos he just took of you

You snatched the camera from his hands and shut it off, placing it aside carefully. Harry was so fussy about his camera, it was fun to mess with him about it.

“Oi, Y/N. If anything happens to my camera, I will not hesitate to hurt you.” he threatened. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would follow through with his threat but he wouldn’t hurt you hurt you. Harry could never.

“Harry Robert, I think you should stop looking at life through your camera lens and start looking at it through your own eyes.”

He really wanted to take more pictures of you, it was the perfect setting and the lighting was just about to get more dramatic but the wistful tone in your voice and the dreamy look on your face coerced him to lie next to you.

“Can I at least take a picture of the sky?”

You obliged. “Just one shot.”

“I better make it good then.” Harry focused his lens on you just as you closed your eyes. He captured you in your tranquil state against the gorgeous backdrop.

Once he was satisfied, he handed his camera back to you, reminding you to handle it with care.

You two watched in silence as twilight began its graceful descent upon the sky, this was the best you’ve felt in a long time and you wished this moment would never end. Harry wished the same, but for a completely different reason.

The park was close to empty, people have already left to start dinner. A few stragglers were left behind, a group of rowdy boys skipping stones by the lake, a couple snuggling underneath the branches of an oak tree, and a lone boy, just a few steps behind where you were, sitting on the grass with a Blue staffy resting next to him.

Sam watched as his brother slipped an arm around you and winced. This was the first time he’s seen you in weeks and of course he just had to see you and Harry.

He felt his heart crash down to the ground beneath him, he chastised himself for feeling like that. This was the decision he made, and he had to try and live with it.

“C'mon, Tess. There’s no place for us here anymore.” Sam cast one last longing glance at you before walking home with Tessa

Night fell rather quickly, icy chills began to seep through your clothing. You shivered only once but Harry immediately escorted you home, his sweater now keeping the cold at bay. The walk home was silent, you were thinking about what Harry had told you earlier.

Sam wasn’t leaving his room unless it was for food, he stopped playing the piano which was the last thing he was doing before he kicked you out of his life. It was sad but at the same time, it brought you some comfort to know that you weren’t the only one taking it hard.

“Can I be assured you’ll take care of yourself?” he asked you as you reached your front door

“Yes, you can.”

Harry nodded in approval. He still stood there with you, awkwardly shuffling around.

“Did you want your sweater back?” you asked, one hand on the doorknob

“No. No, keep it. I just.. Uh..”

This was weird. Harry was always the more confident, outgoing one, now he was stumbling over his words and blushing like mad. He finally mustered up enough courage to go through with what he’d been mulling over.

Harry leaned forward, praying it would work out okay. You caught on quickly and immediately entered panic mode. Your brain screeched at you and you turned your head just in time for his lips to make contact with your cheek.

Holy motherfucker. Harry Holland.. Just tried to kiss you. Harry. Your friend, Harry.

What the fuck were you meant to do? You threw him a tiny smile before quickly retreating into the comfort of your house. The minute you closed the door, you leaned against it, and sank down to the floor with your eyes screwed shut.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” you whispered, burying your head in your arms

From the other side of the door, Harry stood, face in his hands. The rest of the walk home, his thoughts consisted of, “Why am I such a fucking idiot?!” and that one thought that’s been nagging at him every since you and Sam stopped talking. He didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to entertain the possibility but the signs were seemingly pointed in that direction.

When he got home, it was dinnertime. All the Hollands (except Tom) were present at the table.

“Harry, love, come on and eat.” Nikki called. Dinner time was a crucial time in the Holland household, you could only be excused if you were sick. Brothers at war and hurt feelings were not justifiable.

Begrudgingly, Harry took his usual seat next to Sam. The air around them was palpable, heavy, and unsettling. Everyone tried their best to ignore it but really, the animosity between the twins has been going on for weeks. Only the sound of utensils scraping against plates could be heard in the silence of the dining room, it was enough to make someone go mad. It was enough to make Dom go mad.

“That is it!” he exclaimed suddenly, slamming his spoon and fork down on the table. The harsh sound made everyone look up, even Tessa raised her head.

Dom stood up and stalked over to the twins, he tapped both their shoulders for them to follow him. They shared a brief, frightened look before scrambling out of their seats. Dom instructed them to step out to the backyard, once they were out, he locked the sliding door.

“Now, you two are more than welcome to come back inside when you’ve sorted everything out!” he yelled through the glass. Dom waved cheerfully before walking off.

Harry knocked on the glass impatiently. “Dad! Dad, come on this is ridiculous!”

When no one came to his rescue, Harry sat dejectedly on one of their lawn chairs, completely ignoring Sam, who was sitting across from him.

“How’s Y/N?” Sam asked, out of the blue

What a stupid fucking question. They haven’t spoken in weeks because of what he did and know the bugger wanted to know how you were doing? Sam’s utter stupidity was beginning to trigger Harry’s infamous temper.

“She cries herself to sleep every night, if that answers your question.” Harry snapped, heat flooding through his ears

Sam immediately shut his mouth, it felt like Harry had just slapped him. Harry was waiting though, he was waiting for Sam to retaliate or say something, anything that would give him a reason to just go off on him. But then he thought about you, and Harry realised that was all the reason he needed.

“What’s your fucking problem anyway?” he began

The sheer venom in Harry’s voice made Sam’s head snap up, he looked at him with his brows furrowed together. He remained silent, just glaring at his twin.

“What’s your problem, Sam?” Harry questioned him again, his voice began to harden. “I still don’t fucking understand how you could’ve said all that to her. You have no fucking idea how lucky you’ve been-”

“I fucking know!” Sam abruptly stood up, knocking his chair down in the process. It hit the ground with a resounding clang, the sound made Harry jump.

“I fucking know I was lucky. I fucking know I’m an idiot. Everything you’ve got to say to me, Harry, I already fucking know! So, how about I tell you something you don’t know?” Sam clenched and unclenched his fists, his heart was in his throat. But he threw all caution to the wind.

“I’m in love with her, Harry. I always have been.” This was the first time Sam ever said it out loud, it felt good. For a split second, until he saw the flames ignite within Harry’s eyes.

Harry lunged forward, tightly balling Sam’s shirt in his fists.

“What fucking right do you have to say that to me right now, huh?!” he shook Sam roughly, his lips were curling into a snarl “What fucking right do you have when you know how I feel about her?!”

Sam pushed Harry off him. “None! Why the fuck do you think I told her everything I did?! It was. For. You, Harry!” he stabbed a finger into Harry’s chest, emphasising on each word.

“It was for you because I knew you had feelings for her, while I was too busy seeing her as my best friend instead of the greatest fucking thing that’s ever happened to my life!”

Sam sank down on the soft grass and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re always.. You’re always besting me, Harry.” he chuckled humourlessly, tears beginning to sting painfully in his eyes

Harry watched as Sam sat on the grass, slowly caving into himself. A strangled sob escaped Sam’s lips as he spoke again.

“With Y/N, I never felt like I had to compete-”

“It isn’t a competition, Sam. It never was.” Harry interjected, looking at his brother sadly. All the anger, all the tension that had been built up for weeks was finally reaching its decline. He joined him on the grass and put an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s just when you admitted your feelings to her, I already knew that I’d lost.” Sam confided. The tears flowed freely from his eyes now, he felt so relieved to be able to release all of his pent up feelings.

“I never wanted to hurt her, Harry. Or you.That’s why I..”

“That’s why you let her go.” Harry finished for him, finally understanding what really went on.

Sam nodded, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Harry let the realisation churn within him. Sam was in love with you, he was in love with you. But he was smart enough to know who you were going to choose between them.

“She’s in love with you too, you know.” he told Sam. It was so painful to admit but Harry knew he was doing the right thing.

The way Sam looked as Harry said it, resembled a deer in the headlights. Harry would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel like someone was squeezing his heart until it gave out.

“You’re clearly fucking with me.” Sam shook his head. What a load of horse shit, right? He saw you two at the park earlier, Harry had his arm around you. It seemed like you two were starting to fall in love.

“I’ve spent every day with her for the past three weeks. She cries over you, she says your name in her sleep and,” Harry took a deep breath, an attempt to soften the self- inflicted blow from what he was going to say next. “And when she looks at me, she’s happy but I know she’d much rather be looking at you.”

The gravity of Harry’s words was starting to dawn on Sam. I mean, he guessed he had to believe that what Harry was saying was true. He was the only one who’d been seeing you those few weeks.

“It’s.. True?”

“Oh, believe me, mate. I really wish it wasn’t.”

Harry really fucking wished with everything he had that it wasn’t true. But it was and he knew that.

“What now?” Sam mumbled, picking off blades of grass and crumpling them in his hands.

“What now is that you don’t fuck up with her any more than you already have or else I swear to God, I will murder you and no one will find you ever again then I am taking Y/N for myself.” Harry replied, voice cracking at the end of his sentence. Fuck. He never cried, never deliberately in front of Sam either. Sam was the big baby, not him.

Harry shoved his fists into his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling but it was no use. The second Sam saw his brother crying, his earlier statement began to make sense to him.

“D-Did you mean..?”

“Yes!” Harry exclaimed in exasperation, his eyes were red-rimmed and he just about hated everything. “Yes, Sam. Go get her, you absolute prat!”

At that, Sam hastily clambered to his feet but not before giving Harry a tight hug that made the air whoosh out of his lungs.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh fuck off, Sam.” Harry replied, smiling at his twin brother despite the tears trickling down his cheeks. “Now, go!” he clapped Sam on the back urgently.

Sam ran to the sliding door and banged on it, Dom finally opened up.

“I hope you two have buried the hatchet-”

“No time to talk! Gotta go!” Sam yelled as he dashed out of the house

He was on his way, running out the front door and through the lamplit streets that led to your house, that led to you. After all this time, Sam Holland was finally going to pour his heart out to you, he was finally going to tell you exactly how he felt.

He felt like he was ready.

Were you?

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Part 5

Somebody Else

Summary/Request: Bucky’s in love, and so is she.

Pairing(s): Bucky x reader, Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k (yikes)

A/N: This fic strays from my usual Bucky fics, but nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy because I am quite proud of this one :) || main masterlist


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Leave This Town Pt 11 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Steve (mentioned)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, small cliffhanger? oops.

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Oof. This part was a bit of a struggle with a lot going on in my work and personal life. Thank you for your understanding when I needed to extend my usual posting deadline. I really hope you enjoy this part and I love any feedback you have to share! I love you all!!! <3

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Previously:

“Hi. You made it,” you said with a laugh, beaming.

“I did,” he said with a chuckle. “Made good time, too. Just couldn’t wait any longer to get to you,” he admitted, capturing your lips in another kiss.

Breaking apart, you finally took in the vehicle that had brought him here with a wide smile. “Is that what I think it is?”

He smirked then, turning towards the car but keeping an arm around your waist. “Yup. The Impala.”

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“It’s….it’s incredible. I can’t believe you finished it! I didn’t see it at the shop when I was there, though,” you inquired, still in disbelief that you were finally holding Bucky in your arms here in the City of Angels.

“Well,” he began with a quirked eyebrow, “It still wasn’t much to look at for a long time, but once I decided to come out here, I knew I wanted to arrive in style,” he grinned, squeezing you tighter to his side.

“And you’ve succeeded. You did all this yourself in 6 weeks?” you asked, reaching a hand out to caress the shiny black paint of the hood.

“No, not alone. And it took longer than that. I did finally have the time to work on it slowly once I had help, but I spent the past month showing Pete how to rebuild an engine and this was the perfect way to do that. I found a good parts dealer and once it was drivable, I took it to a place a few hours away and did the paint job myself. They only charged me for materials,” he declared proudly with a smile.

“It’s amazing. You’re amazing,” you stated, turning back toward him and raising a hand to thread your fingers in his chestnut strands. “I’ve missed you so much.”

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