do they have an official ship name

My piece for the Style!!! on ICE zine! I wanted to play with some 1950′s fashion and I thought the fun colors, patterns, and silhouettes fit Mila and Sara perfectly. Thank you so much to @styleoniceartbook for having me and organizing this amazing project!! ♡

alicemad-hatter  asked:

Okay, so I've been wanting to get into KNK for the longest time, but like do you have anything that could like help me get to know the members and their positions etc.? Also what song would you recommend for a first time listener?

Hello my dear,

Welcome to the fandom! I am going to warn you that what you are doing is brave since you want me to corrupt you with KNK. *cracks knuckles*

dis is KNK in their professional format

And this is how KNK is like 90% of the time

Originally posted by thatcrazedgirlchuck

Things that happened in KNK:

  • ships… like endless ships (these dudes love each other)
  • endless screaming (i wish i was joking but no this is a known fact

  • their official fandom name is Tinkerbell due to the fact that these men are giants (average height is 185 cm) and we are the fairies that protect them
  • Official fandom colors are rose gold and silver 
  • when something is funny the fall in the floor and laugh (these are facts)

Youjin:

This lovely man who I love is called Youjin

Facts on this glorious man:

  • he is a single dad of 4 kids
  • he is always judging the other 4 members in a loving way
  • Voice of angel like this man can belt dem high notes
  • King of dad dance moves
  • hair porn from this man 
  • he likes his personal space (the other 4 are super clingy to dad)
  • has a 9cm mouth and is proud of it
  • Born February 10, 1993
  • His eye smile is blinding (its too beautiful for this world)
  • Takes care of his sons
  • Main Vocalist
  • Was supposed to debut with BAP
  • he is the main reason why the group is 15% normal
  • he may be the quiet one in the group but when he talks its something super witty and funny
  • Oh lord… dis mans legs…. makes me weak (and his thighs)
  • This tall man moves 360 when he is sleeping 

Seungjun:

This piece of artwork is called Seungjun

Facts about Mr.Fluffy:

  • he is in love with Jihun (he does not deny it and also waiting for the wedding announcement) 
  • he is the visual of the group but is also the official nerd of the group
  • he is soo nerdy that he carries a wand around and has a vast collection of pokemon and has a ton of knowledge about a variety of anime 
  •  Loves tinkerbells with a passion
  • he is a tol child. he is a 190 cm 
  • Acts like lil 5 year old 
  • Born October 28, 1993
  • former Big Hit Entertainment trainee and he trained with the members of BTS.
  • Trained with got7 
  • Did I say that he loves Jihun
  • He is the main rapper
  • Has a deep voice but is a child at heart
  • Loves doing aegyo
  • Likes to give affection to every single member 
  • Besides his love of Jihun, he loves food… like he has a happy dance for food
  • he is cute 24/7 but looks deadly on stage


Inseong

This hottie is Inseong

Facts on this cute lil bunny:

  • Is the king of screaming… and man he screams
  • his lover is heejun
  • this mans voice is to die for… like holy moly my heart
  • His thigh games is super strong
  • Born  July 1, 1994
  • He is a former Big Hit Entertainment trainee with Seungjun
  • Tinkerbells want to be blessed by his forehead and we are still waiting to see it
  • He lowkey cheats on heejun with seungjun
  • He has cute bunny teeth 
  • Main Vocalist
  • Skinship is in his middle name
  • loves laugh or screaming on the floor
  • His smile is a blessing to the world
  • His under dying love for tinkerbells
  • He is a meme like a meme
  • Plays the piano 


Jihun

This cutie dork is called Jihun

Facts on this Babe:

  • In love with seungjun
  • creeps into seungjuns bedroom to get his back scratch
  • He is the leader of the group
  • His dance moves are smooth as butter
  • HIS BOOTY
  • Seungjun is in love with how big his butt is
  • his thighs are 10 out 10
  • Has a sweet voice when he sings
  • Aegyo master
  • Always makes Seungjun Laugh
  • His derp faces should be put in a museum
  • Is part of the extra squad with Inseong and Heejun
  • Born February 20, 1995
  • Is a cutie patootie 
  • Creates some of the choreo for KNK’s dances

Heejun

This smol bean is Heejun

Facts about this cutie:

  • Is the shortest member in KNK (he is 180cm)
  • His lover is Inseong but has a crush on Youjin
  • He is a meme 24/7
  • Part of the extra squad
  • Plays the guitar 
  • Raps/ Sings
  • Was an FNC trainee with Inseong
  • Is a troll
  • asks Youjin to sing him to sleep
  • Loves the floor (cuz he always screams or laughs on the floor)
  • born May 8, 1996
  • Blessed us with his forehead selfie
  • Loves his hyungs


Here are some of my Favorite songs of KNK

Things you should watch to watch the extraness that KNK is

x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x

Things to watch about KNK is from the Youtube channel KNK SUBS  and these other youtube channels X X X X X

Loves,

Tinkermom Cami

no one asked about my soulmate au but you’re gonna get it

  • so you can pry demi shiro from my cold dead hands
  • meaning the names (yes NAMES) on his body are smudged and faint
  • he hasnt met these people, he hasnt formed a connection, but he could
  • meanwhile matt’s soulmark (just the one) is under his collarbone, easy to hide with a casual t-shirt
  • the problem is he cant read it. his soulmate has horrible handwriting
  • and allura is in a cryopod, so she cant spend much time thinking about the strange scrawl on her hip
  • shiro and matt meet at the garrison and they just click together
  • slowly, the mark under shiros collar bone starts to darken and take shape
  • and its two years after they meet that shiro looks in the mirror and realizes holy crap not only is that matt’s name but its his HANDWRITING
  • he rushes to find matt and they happy hug because they’re soulmates!!
  • but shiro decides to just tell him now
  • “i have another name.”
  • he shows matt the indistinct grey blur on his right hip, and matt shrugs
  • “as long as you don’t leave me entirely, and we all communicate with each other, we can make this work”
  • shiro’s like “but you only have the one mark”
  • matt laughs and says “the universe must have decided we wouldn’t match”
  • bc matt is hella gay. he understands why he only has the one mark when shiro later introduces him to allura. he laughs and they get along great, the bestest of platonic buds
  • so matt and shiro go on the kerberos mission (imagine going to see a moon with your soulmate!) 
  • and the galra get them
  • and they get separated and shiro is back on earth and now that he knows what having matt by him at all sides is like hes not ready to give it up
  • so hell yah he gets in that weird lion thing and hell yah he flies to that alien planet and hell yah he helps that princess (who’s really pretty and why is his hip tingling every time he speaks to her?)
  • and allura is kind and smart and strong and resourceful and beautiful and powerful and sweet and wow shiro realizes shes pretty amazing
  • and then he looks in the mirror and her name is on his hip in bold black, in a pretty cursive, as dark and as valid as matts name
  • when he tells her she looks at him with wide eyes
  • “you have awful handwriting”
  • seriously shiros poor soulmates no one can read his handwriting
  • allura understands shiro has two soulmates (“it happened all the time on altea!”) but she only has one and matt only has one and honestly its fine
  • she helps him get matt back and shiro may cry a little when they rescue him
  • “matt, this is allura, my soulmate. allura, this is matt, my soulmate”
  • he introduces them to people like that a lot
  • so basically the rest of this au is fluffy nerds being nerds
  • matt/shiro/allura is Good and Awesome they are the dorkiest adults in the world
  • coran officiates the wedding
  • they are the space parents
  • poly space parents
  • some other Thoughts:
  • allura teaching them both Altean
  • Poly!! Parents!! Getting!! Kittens!!
  • allura and matt stage an intervention. shiro really does have awful handwriting. 
ASGZC Fic Recs (Final Fantasy VII)

(becuse why have an otp or an ot3 when you can have an ot5? ;))) plus i have not been able to find a fic rec post for them yet! so here are all my fave fics featuring the wonderful polyship that is angeal/sephiroth/genesis/zack/cloud.) (also if you have any more recs pls send them to me i will love you forever)

A Cadet and a Cat by Pegz [M, 8.5k]

One lonely Friday evening Cadet Cloud Strife has an unexpected encounter, and lands himself in a situation he never dreamed could happen. 

The Best of the Best by Tobirion [T, 6.5k]

If you want to know something, you go to Kunsel. That’s just how things work. Kunsel’s been recruited by the Silver Elite to find out who Sephiroth is dating. He figures it out, that and a lot more.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Why r u so set on Matthew being gay? What if he's bi? Or has it been confirmed he's gay?

It’s just a strong af theory of mine

on cassandra’s tumblr

Q: I just finished reading Nothing But Shadows and it was amazing! I think its my favourite of the Shadowhunter Academy stories so far and has resulted in me shipping James and Matthew. Do they have a ship name yet? HeronChild? Jatthew? I just wanted to know if there is any chance they could possibly maybe get together? I also wanted to know if Matthew is gay/bisexual/pansexual? I think you have been asked this before but I couldn`t remember how you responded or find the original question.

A: Thanks, those are very kind words about Nothing But Shadows! We had a lot of fun writing it and it is nice for people to meet some of the characters from The Last Hours before they make their official debut.I would never discourage anyone from shipping anything. I have, however, not answered the question about Matthew’s sexual orientation, or, indeed, the sexual orientation of anyone in The Last Hours. And there is no way to guess it.

I regret having, in the past, revealed characters’ sexual orientations before the books about them came out. Often it’s something the characters are figuring out as you read about them, it’s part of their story, so it seems not really fair on the characters or on the readers or on the text while it’s still developing. So it’s not something I am going to do anymore. -@cassandraclare

and on cassandra clare’s TLH pinterest board, matthew has a couple of snippets. here’s one

They’re caressing each other’s cheeks. There is no heterosexual explanation for this.

Also, his love for oscar wilde and wearing green carnations (which is a symbol of homosexuality). Matthew’s flower-symbol is a green carnation.

and the majority of Cassandra Jean’s Matthew art features a green carnation. The Green Carnation isn’t an actual flower. You have to dye the carnation to make it green, it makes me think why Cassandra has a type of flower that is not exactly real for Matthew’s flower card.

 “Note that the green carnation that Wilde wore in his buttonhole was not natural. A florist had to dye a carnation in order to make it green. It had to be created. The green carnation has resonances that encompass not only Wilde’s sexuality, but his views on literature and art.”

Lastly, can you honestly see Matthew Fairchild as heterosexual? As soon as James met the boy in Nothing but Shadows, my gaydar went insane. There is no way in hell that this boy is straight.

The Dinner Date

The Dinner Date

Bucky x Reader

Requested by anon;

‘Okay so i had a dream and i need an imagine just like it. So the reader is dating bucky and for the past week or so she becomes distant and he starts to notice. And then when he went out with friends to like a fancy restaurant he sees her there with thor and another couple. Not knowing they’re undercover as a couple he thinks she’s cheating. When thor and reader see bucky they start to panic and start hiding like bringing the menu up in their face so he doesn’t compromise the mission.’

Contains fluff, a brief drowning and Bucky Barnes


If you had closed your eyes for a moment you could almost have willed yourself to imagine you were at the beach with your family; playing chicken with the ocean and laughing at the sand stuck to your ice cream. But your eyes remained open, scanning the room in the flashing red light as your ears protested against the blaring alarm. “Does anyone copy?” You said into the comms, desperately hoping that someone would respond

Water dripped from the ceiling onto your forehead and you wiped it away impatiently. You needed to get out; this boat was sinking, and it was sinking fast. Your ear piece hissed and Steve’s voice came from the other end. “This is Steve, I copy loud and clear. What’s your position?”

“I’m in the cargo hold, and I’ve got something down here that you’re gonna need to see.”

“Y/N, get out of there; you’ll be locked in if this thing takes on too much more water.”

You looked around you and knew he was right; the water was waist high and rising more by the second. In another couple of minutes you wouldn’t be able to get out alive. Not ready to give up, you tried to persuade him to pay you a visit.  “Cap, you need to come and-”

“Work your way back up to the deck, now! We still have hostiles onboard, there isn’t any time.”

You groaned and kicked at the crate in front of you, puzzling frustratedly over the contents. How was it that years after he had stopped manufacturing, you were face to face with a crate full of Stark weapons?

-

You lay on the floor in the quinjet, soaking wet and shivering; you hadn’t seen the hostile until it was too late and she had thrown you overboard. You remembered what it felt like to fall, the moment it had taken you to comprehend what was going on before the ocean slapped you in the back and pulled you under. It was like being encased in ice; you couldn’t move; you couldn’t breathe, despite your lungs desperately trying.

As you had coughed the last of the ocean water from your lungs safely on board the quinjet with Natasha slapping you on the back, Bucky watched in a mixture of relief and horror. How had he missed it? One moment you had been stood six feet away from him; the next you were a ripple in the ocean. There had been a horrible, sickening moment when he had realised you weren’t going to resurface on your own. He hadn’t hesitated to dive in after you, and when he had found you motionless beneath the surface he had prayed to whatever god there was above that you would live.

You gasped for air, turning your head to the side to search for him with stinging eyes. You scanned blurry faces until you found his, watching you feebly. You stretched your shaking hand out to him and he was there in an instant; dripping wet and everything that made you feel safe. Your Bucky. “It’s okay,” He whispered into your hair as you used all of your meager strength to cling to him “you’re going to be okay.”

As his heart ached with joy one unshakeable thought entered his mind; he was most definitely, helplessly and completely in love with you.

-

The next day you lay in bed, feeling like you’d been run over and worrying about most things under the sun, particularly the crate of Stark weapons you had found in the cargo hold of that ship. How had they gotten a hold of them? Tony had gone on a veritable crusade after he shut down his weapons manufacturing division to reclaim any and everything that might have fallen into the wrong hands. Nothing had been unaccounted for; or so you had all thought.

You sat up slowly and groaned in pain. You knew without looking in the mirror that your entire back was bruised from the force you had hit the water with. “FRIDAY?” You asked, picking up the tablet from your bedside table “I’m gonna need your help with something.”

“Tony says you are to be on complete bed rest today, Y/N. I’m not technically supposed to do anything for you other than open netflix.”

You frowned and crossed your legs beneath you. “Then let’s keep this between us for now; we can’t let Tony know any of what I’m about to tell you.”

If FRIDAY had had a physical form, you were sure she would have been rolling her eyes at you. “Fine, but if anyone asks I had nothing to do with this.”

“You’ve got it,” You muttered before elevating your voice “do you have access to who purchased Stark weapons back in the day?”

“Officially or under the table?”

“Let’s start with both for now.”

For the next two hours you sifted through suspects, trying to find any possible connection between them and the ship you had raided last night. Two names brought up red flags; Michelle Henson and Steven Santana. You knew them by reputation, but had never had the pleasure of meeting them in person unlike the rest of the team. Well, that was except for one person… “FRIDAY, have you got a location on Thor right now?”

-

Thor leafed through the file you had given him with all the information you had gathered so far; you had asked FRIDAY to print it for you so there would be no chance of anyone else on the team stumbling across it in your online research files. “And you are sure it is these two who are in possession of the weapons?” He asked, looking up briefly before returning to the file

You shook your head “I’m not sure of anything, but it’s the best lead I’ve got so far.”

Thor nodded slowly, hovering on a photograph of Henson and Santana together. “Are they a couple?”

“Nobody is really sure; they’re definitely business partners though. One never goes to a meeting without the other.”

“How are you planning to contact them?”

You pulled a battered flip phone from your back pocket. “I pulled this from an associate of theirs a few months ago before he went into hiding. I’ll impersonate him through text and say that we’re an interested party. If there’s anything I know for sure about those two it’s that they’re greedy, if there’s even the slightest possibility of getting their hands on some money they’re in.”

Thor closed the file and put it on the water table next to you with a nod. “I will help you, Y/N, as much as I can.”

You let out a sigh of relief and placed a hand on his arm gratefully “Thank you, Thor. I wouldn’t normally ask, but I don’t think I can do this alone. Remember, you can’t tell anyone what we’re doing, not even the team.”

“You have my word.”

The door to the training room opened to reveal a frazzled Bucky Barnes. You quickly removed your hand from Thor’s arm and slid the file down the back of the table out of sight, trying to act casual. Bucky regarded the two of you strangely before clearing his throat and walking into the room. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Y/N. I stopped by your room and you weren’t there, I thought something had happened.” He said, looking at you with a caring intensity

You smiled and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze as your head became a little foggy. You definitely shouldn’t have been out of bed. “I was looking for you,” You lied “I figured you might be in here like you are most Thursday’s.”

You cringed inwardly; you hated lying to him. Especially considering that you prided yourself on the fact that there were no secrets between yourself and Bucky. After dating for three months and having been close friends for nearly three years, you could truly say that you knew the man well. Which also meant that he knew you, which meant he always knew when you were lying. This was going to be hard.
“Well, here I am.” He smiled, putting an arm around you “C’mon, let’s go watch a movie and eat pizza.”

You closed your eyes and smiled as you walked out of the room, deciding to leave all thoughts of the mission behind until at least tomorrow morning. “Fine, but only if it has copious amounts of ham and pineapple.”

“You monster, fruit doesn’t belong on a pizza.”

“That’s what you think.”

-

You woke up the next morning in Bucky’s arms with a half eaten slice of pizza lay on your chest. At this point, you really weren’t sure who’s it was, and you didn’t particularly care. You picked it up and were about to take a bite when you heard it. A faint tapping at the window. Gently disentangling yourself from Bucky and grabbing your gun from underneath your pillow, you cautiously approached and raised the blind with your gun raised and your finger poised over the trigger ready. What you found on the other side made you blink in surprise. A large, inquisitive raven sat on the windowsill staring right at you. Trepidly, you opened the window and lowered your gun. It was then that you notice it; the small piece of paper tied to its left leg.

You made short work of the knot and took the heavy paper in your hands, unfolding it delicately to read the the message scrawled upon it;

Y/N,

I thought this means of communication would be more secretive than electronic messaging. I have spoken to Stark and informed him that you are assisting me with some reasearch on infinity stones for the next week. You will need to meet me at 16:00 in the garage to discuss things further. Please send your correspondence with a raven in future.

Thor Odinson :)

How the fuck were you supposed to find a raven to reply with? You shook your head, tearing the letter to pieces and taking it into the bathroom where you flushed it down the toilet. You looked at your watch and resolved that you had two hours before you had to meet Thor. That was plenty of time to eat leftover pizza and watch How I Met Your Mother. How would you explain your absence to Bucky though? You would have already told him by now that you were going to research on infinity stones. There was no way you could get that past him, right?

-

“Thor, for the last time; I don’t have the time nor the inclination to find and train a raven for this.” You groaned, leaning against the hood of one of Tony’s cars

Thor looked indignant “We must be discreet.”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, because a raven screams discretion.”

He shook his head “Enough. What news have you on Santana and Henson?”

You pulled the flip phone out of your back pocket and passed it to Thor. “They replied in the early hours of this morning, agreeing to meet with us on the east coast in two days. I gave them your phone number for future contact. I think we should go tomorrow and sweep the area; check they haven’t set any traps. These guys are serious, we’d be idiots to go in blind.”

“Tomorrow.” Thor agreed, passing you the phone as he mulled something over in his mind

“What is it?”

He twirled his hands nervously and avoided eye contact. “I think it would be wise to distance yourself from Barnes until this over.”

You felt a weight drop into your stomach. “Why? Do you think I can’t pull this off?”

“I am in no doubt of your skills, Y/N. However you and Barnes are extremely close, and I think it would pain you to keep this from him.”

“It would pain me to be away from him as well, Thor.”

He smiled and shook his head “There will be plenty of time for you both to spend together when this is done, but for now you should be careful. We are doing this for Stark, not for ourselves.”

You nodded heavily. He was right; as much as it was going to hurt, you needed to back away from Bucky for a while to help save Tony from the demons of his past.

-

The past week had gone by in a terrible blur; you found undercover work taxing enough without trying to keep it from everyone. You would leave so early in the morning that nobody was awake, and arrive back at such random intervals that nobody would know you were there. It was torture. All you wanted to do was tell the team all about it; you wanted to moan to Nat about how Henson and Santana had automatically assumed that you and Thor were a couple, so that meant you had to pretend to be one which was embarrassing for everyone involved; you wanted to laugh with Sam and Clint about how Santana wore far too much aftershave and was covered in so much fake tan that he was practically a carrot; and you wanted to ask Steve how you should handle this strategically, because he was the one you always went to for guidance in these situations. But most importantly of all, you wanted to tell Bucky how much you missed him.

Bucky had been much harder to avoid than the rest of the team; when you walked into the building he would always be waiting outside your door to see you with that agonisingly perfect smile on his face. You were running out of excuses about why you couldn’t talk to him, and quite frankly you didn’t have the will to put him off for much longer. This mission had better come to a close, and fast. Thankfully, tomorrow was the day the transaction would be completed; you and Thor had to go to a restaurant (one not too far from the compound, actually) and have dinner with Henson and Santana. While you dined, the valet would drive your car to a garage on the other side of town to fill with the goods so that by desert everything would be ready to go.

You and Thor had argued over how the transaction should be handled; he had wanted to take them down once and for all to bring an end to their chaotic deeds. You had told him that, for now, it was more important to get a hold of the weapons. Besides, now that you had both established a relationship with them it would be easier to set a trap later. As you both pulled up outside the restaurant in your eveningwear, you felt a little anxious. “Thor?”

“Yes?” He asked, straightening his tie

“Are you sure we can pull this off?”

He turned to you and smiled kindly “There is no doubt in my mind.”

You had every intention to reply, but before you knew it your door was being opened for you and you were both walking into the building arm in arm. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. It was going to be fine. Everything was going to go smoothly.

-

Bucky had been hesitant to accept the invitation to dinner he had received earlier that day, but he had attended on the grounds that he needed something to cheer him up. He lifted a glass of water to his lips and tried to look as though he was invested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table. If he was being completely honest, he hardly knew any of the people he was dining with; it was a birthday meal for Greg, the guy Bucky had been hanging out with a little recently from his book club. Greg, it turned out, was not much fun to be around when alcohol was involved. Lifting his sixth glass of scotch to his lips, Greg slurred the beginnings of another story nobody particularly wanted to hear.

Bucky found his gaze drifting through the room, taking in the different dishes of food and discussions around him. He had been particularly engrossed in lip reading a conversation between two men when he saw it out of the corner of his eye; the edge of your blue dress.

Everybody has a little black dress, Buck.” You had told him some weeks ago while you were getting ready to go out “But the real secret is to have an elegant blue one,”

He directed his gaze to the table you were seated at and couldn’t stop himself gaping in disbelief. It was definitely you, no doubt about it. He could distinctly make out your profile from across the room; you looked a little anxious, underneath the table your leg bounced up and down so violently it shook the table. A hand reached across and covered yours, in an instant your leg stopped shaking and you donned a perfect mask of composure. Bucky looked over to your dining partner and died a little inside as he recognised Thor sat opposite you with a smile. What the hell was going on? His stomach twisted unpleasantly. He knew exactly what was going on. It all made sense now; your near-constant avoidance of him over the past week; how much time you had been spending with Thor on ‘research’. You were cheating on him.

Bucky was about to walk over to the two of you and demand an explanation when a strangely familiar orange man and a relatively pale by comparison woman waltzed over to your table and embraced the two of you. As you embraced the woman your eyes met Bucky’s over her shoulder and you jolted in panic.

-

Shit. Shit. Shit! What the hell was Bucky doing here? And who the hell was he with? You quickly tore your gaze away, painting on a fake smile as you all took your seats and began to exchange pleasantries. You swiftly kicked Thor underneath the table and inclined your head ever so slightly towards Bucky, who was staring at the four of you in bewilderment. Thor’s eyes widened so much you were briefly concerned that they would fall out of his head before he began choking on his drink. Miss Michelle Henson- who had been flirting terribly with Thor all goddamned week- hit him delicately on the back, her exquisite features twisting into a delicate mask of concern. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice as smooth as velvet

“He’s fine,” You assured, swatting away Santana’s orange hand as it tried to rest on your knee underneath the table

The man made an indignant noise and sipped from his wine glass, grimacing at the unpleasant bouquet. You picked up your menu and held it in front of your face, beckoning Thor to join you behind it. He raised an eyebrow, face still flushed from coughing, and ducked behind the menu with you. Henson and Santana looked at the two of you in confusion. “Do you mind?” You asked, impatiently gesturing between yourself and Thor “We just need a minute.”

They exchanged a look and reluctantly turned away. Thor peeked over the top of the menu and briefly locked gazes with Bucky, who raised an eyebrow at the pair of you before Thor ducked back behind the refuge of the menu again. “What is he doing here?” You mouthed

I have no idea!” Thor mouthed back, looking more than a little perturbed

You eyed Bucky from behind the menu, who waved at you painfully. Shit. “What do we do?

Why must I be the one with the solutions?! He is your associate!

Associate? He isn’t some guy I say hi to in the street! I’m in love with him for crying out loud!

Double shit. Thor smiled as the realisation of what you had just admitted flowered across your face. You were in love with him. “I’m in love with him…” You whispered to yourself in bewilderment

Michelle peeked at the two of you over her slender shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

You flashed what you hoped looked like a dazzling smile and nodded. “Fine, thank you Michelle; I was just telling Thor that I-”

“Thor?” Santana asked, turning into the conversation “What is that, a nickname?”

You gave a short laugh and shook your head, trying to think on your feet. “Well we saw a woman in the street earlier today who was convinced that he wa-”

“Good evening,” A familiar voice said from behind you, loaded with rage

Oh please no. You turned in you seat to see Bucky stood behind you, looking very hurt. How on earth were you going to talk your way out of this? He looked around the table and crossed his arms “Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Everyone exchanged a look; two men at the table next to you took a sudden interest in events and didn’t bother to hide their gaze. Santana gasped and pointed at Bucky “You! I remember you!”

“I’m sure this man is not whoever you’re thinking of, Mr Santana.” You panicked, kicking Bucky lightly in the shin

A group of women at the table behind you nudged each other discreetly and nodded in your direction. Bucky crinkled his brow and regarded Santana “Who the hell is this bastard?”

“This is the bastard who had his leg broken by you last year,” Santana growled, his orange skin turning red “twice.”

Thor groaned and threw his head into his hands as Bucky frowned and waved a dismissive hand at the man. “Whatever, I don’t care about that.” He turned his gaze to you and Thor who were both on the verge of banging your heads against the table “What I do care about though, is why the hell you are on a date with my girlfriend. Anyone care to explain? Thor, perhaps?”

“Barnes,” Thor said, regaining some composure “you are mistaken-”

Henson gasped and stood up from her chair upon studying Thor closely “It’s a goddamned set up! They’re a part of the Avengers!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow “What do you mean a set up?”

Michelle fished around in her bag and pulled a small gun out of it. Shit. You looked at Thor who had discreetly stuck his hand out to summon Mjolnir while you slowly started to reach for the gun you had strapped to your leg. “Steven, we’ve been compromised. We need to leave, now.” She hissed, dragging him out of his seat by the sleeve of his dinner jacket

You got a solid grip on your gun and tore it from its holster; you didn’t want this to end in a shootout, but there was no way you could let them get away from this. Without them, there was no hope of reclaiming Tony’s weapons. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d really prefer it if the two of you stayed.” You said as coolly as you could, sipping from your glass of water with your gun pointed directly at the other woman “After all, dinner really isn’t the same without company,”

A sudden crash came from the window as Mjolnir flew through it into Thor’s waiting palm. A woman sat near where the window had been let out a sudden scream. “Let’s not make a meal of this,” The woman smiled sweetly, aiming the gun at Bucky “I would hate for anyone to get hurt.”

Bucky squared his jaw and stared at the woman in defiance as your heart leapt into your mouth. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and felt a nervous sweat creep up the back of your neck. “Let me make one thing clear, Miss Henson.” You said, desperately trying to stop the slight tremor in your hand “If you cause any civilian casualties today, you will be tried and prosecuted in a court of law for your actions; but if you so much as touch this man standing next to me, I will eviscerate you.”

She scoffed, trying to maintain her composure even though it was clear she had lost it a few seconds ago. Her gun now pointed in your direction. “And if I decide to kill you instead?”

“Then the outcome will still be the same,” Bucky said, stepping towards her menacingly “I can promise you that.”

She and Santana exchanged a glance and nodded before she slowly placed the gun down on the table. “A wise choice.” Thor said, grinning at you as he stepped forward to secure them

-

After the rest of the team had been called in to apprehend the car full of explosives and Henson and Santana had been formally arrested, you found yourself stood in the women’s bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror; you looked tired, and pale even by your standards. You heard the door open and ducked your head, not wanting to talk to Bucky just yet. “So the legends are true,” Tony said, walking into view with a smile “the ladies bathroom really does smell nicer.”

You rolled your eyes and turned off the running faucet beneath you. “There’s also a portal to another dimension behind the mirror,”

“That, I didn’t know about.”

Tony sat on the counter beside the sink as you turned to grab a paper towel. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” He said truthfully “what the two of you have done is just sickeningly thoughtful, and it makes me seriously re-think the Christmas gifts I’ve bought for the two of you.”

You smiled, tossing your paper towel into the bin with a shrug “We just didn’t want to drag you back into the past; I figured it would only upset you.”

Tony shook his head and hopped down off the counter  “What upsets me is that neither of you told me what was going on; if something had gone dreadfully wrong and one of you had died just for the sake of protecting my feelings-”

“We’re a team, Tony. You’d do the same for us,”

He smiled and put an arm around your shoulder “Come on, kid. Let’s go back to the compound and order enough pizza to make us all sick for a week.”

“Sounds great, but there’s something I’ve got to do first.”

-

Bucky was the only one left in the restaurant when you walked in; all the diners had been vacated and the staff sent home. He was sat at a table staring intently at a silver fork. You wrung your hands in front of you nervously. What were you going to say? Summoning your bravery, you walked into the room lightly knowing he would hear your tread.

Sure enough, he turned in his chair and smiled at you tiredly “Hey doll,” He whispered, standing and closing the distance between you

You looked up into his eyes and felt a rush of love and fear fill your veins. “I’m sorry,” You said without drawing breath “for everything; I wanted to tell you, I really did but I was worried that if I did then I would somehow screw it all up. And then you were nearly shot and I-”

Bucky held up his hand to silence you and smiled “I’m sorry too; I should have known you were undercover when I saw you. I guess I was just worried that you and Thor were- well, you know.”

You laughed a little and shook your head, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Hey Bucky?” You whispered

“Yes?”

“I realised something earlier when I saw you giving Thor and I the death stare.”

“And what was that?”

You took in a deep breath and replied “That I love with you,”


You felt a chuckle vibrate through his chest and looked up, feeling a little hurt that he thought your feelings for him were amusing. He met your eyes and smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone as he brought his lips to your ear, breathing in the scent of your perfume as he whispered the words “I love you too.”

(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request. - Rosalee)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I saw your post about ships in KNK and was wondering if you can do a short intro to the different ships? Nothing major, just perhaps some moment they shared or a headcannon you have?

hello anon! omg I’m really not very good with all the ships I have a terrible memory so I’ll pribably miss the best moments but I’ll try!

* ship names are not official but this is I suppose what most people use? idk correct me if I got something wrong! *

the major ships (I think?). they’re the most known and popular and tbh too real

(seungjun/jihun): seungji/junhun. this is I feel like the most popular ship and the first one people notice probably. and these boyfriends are really kinda shameless. jihun sneaking out to seungjun’s room to have his back scratched and seungjun always sticking his entire huge body to jihun. he also wants to marry jihun, confirmed fact. you can find most of this great stuff on youtube and going by ship tag, recommend 100%! they’re also obsessed with each other’s butts okay.

(seungjun/inseong): seungseong. well, while jihun is away (probably having a great battle over youjin’s heart with heejun) seungjun gets bored, so he manages to sneak into inseong’s room and have his little portion of hugs and kisses, he needs some comforting okay. great stuff, highly recommend!

(inseong/heejun): heeseong. if the recent heejun’s april’s fool didn’t convince someone that inseong is the only true love of heejun’s entire life I don’t wanna know this person. true boyfriends, hugs and kisses (especially on inseong’s part) all the time, spreading love and happiness. great stuff, and this little thing they do every time they’re on the same team? my fave ship of all times.


(I would personally add this to the main ships ‘cause maknae line’s crush on youjin is real as ever)

(youjin/jihun): jinhun and (youjin/heejun): heejin. this is so sweet and funny but jihun and heejun have some hard ass crushes on youjin (poor man), so they’re being super clingy to him sometimes, trying not to miss any opportunity to hug him and bring some of his attention to them. getting jealous of each other all the time, of course, cheating on their actual boyfriends but man I feel them.


plus my personal little weaknesses

(youjin/inseong): jinseong. inseong is the only man in the group that youjin actually shows some affection towards sometimes. like and youjin even said that if he had to choose whom to date in knk it would’ve been inseong and he excluded him from ‘they’re not gonna eat if I win this game’ squad (seungjun, jihun and heejun lmao). inseong being a little flirty precious angel of course and things like this are super cute.

(jihun/heejun): hunhee. the siblings couple. despite of war going on between them they’re like the greatest brothers out there. they’re very close and cute and often role-play (and ‘cause youjin trouble honestly what a poor thing) and hug and what a pure love it is I just love them.


and these ships mostly go unnoticed but sometimes they pop out and you’re just like WOW this is a thing

(youjin/seungjun): seungjin. seungjun just being his clingy self and youjin probably thinks of seungjun as his most problematic kid (no chances of growing up this kid will never mature), takes care of him, simple and sweet dad/son relationship.

(seungjun/heejun): 2jun. the literally raised during their 12h vlive and, well, seungjun’s probably heejun’s younger cousin they’re just quite siblings that sometimes give us some stuff to cry about.

(inseong/jihun): jiseong. being part of the crazy trio (inseong, jihun and heejun) naturally made them close like look at this and this shit, what a fantastic potential this ship has.

anonymous asked:

do u ship de with the new ain class u drew? (i forgot his name)

No opinion.

We only have 3rd ain’s official portrait so I can’t say much about him. Add and Ain aren’t on the best of terms either by default so whether they get along is a giant ((maybe))

Okay. I’m sick of it and now it’s time to talk about it.

Have you never searched in the tags a ship not as common as McHanzo/WidowTracer/Reaper76? Well, you maybe know that one of five posts are antis explaining why the ship is bad, and such. But other three of that posts are HATE. Like “unfollow me now if you ship High Boom”; “ you only deserve to die for shipping MercyKill” and such.
Oh wait, here comes topic two: STRAIGHT SHIPS.
You post a drawing/fic/something about Meihem? You’re shit because it’s a straight ship and that means you’re homophobic. You should be ashamed. Go hang yourself.
And this scenario could probably happen even if your blog is fulfilled by Pharamercy, Zaryamei, yada yada yada.
Oh look, third topic. NEEEH THIS SHIP IS BAD STOP SHIPPING IT.
goddamnit, can’t you see they’re having fun while shipping it? Let them be happy. These are fictional characters. They can do whatever they want with them. See some Doritofrog (i think this isn’t the ‘official’ name but it’s the only one I’ve ever seen so yea??) on your dashboard? Well, why don’t just scroll by, ignoring it and leaving the shipper be instead of harassing/insulting them? Treat other as you want to be treated.
We want content in ship tags, not hate.

I finished Heartless by Marissa Meyer yesterday, A great book but the ending broke me. So here’s Cath and Jest. This was largely therapeutic.

I was actually listening to the official™ Heartless playlist while I made this so I’m gonna say the theme is Taking Chances.

Summer’s Night - 2/? - T - I Didn’t Ask For This (We Never Really Do)

Part I

I’m in really really really deep with this ship and will get back to spooky challenge soon I swear it’s just I have a mighty mighty need.

AO3 Link

Pairing(s): Azriel x Tarquin (#Official Ship name ‘Summer’s Night’ as delcared by @verifiefangirl you can’t stop me it’s a thing now come drown with me y’all), Amren x Varian

Summary:

All these years of living in the light and reviling the dark; It’s the beginning of a chance or maybe a change and he didn’t ask for it but it’s with him at 3am on his pillow and he thinks that maybe just maybe he likes it.

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Tarquin is the High Lord of Summer and yet here he is falling in love with a man born of shadows.

Tags: fluff, dumb angst, amren is done with slow burn fics she ain’t here for that, pretentious af awful writing style


Chapter Two: Harbinger  

They do not speak about the kiss.

At first, Tarquin excuses it as resulting from the absence of opportunity. He has reconstruction to oversee, and two days later Azriel is called away for Rhysand’s stag do. Though apprehension leaves the High Lord restless, it starts as childish excitement.

When the Illyrian’s night away turns into a week, and soon a month, it becomes difficult to call his insomnia optimistic. Even stoic Varian is sympathetic when on pre-dawn runs he catches his lord pacing out on shores and throne rooms. He’d never say anything direct, of course, but he is kind enough to try and reassure with news that Amren is visiting once more in just a week.

And Tarquin, a naïve idiot as all their enemies love to say, is foolish enough to hope.

***

Amren arrives alone. She does so in her usual fashion, striding into their throne room like it is land she is merely allowing them to live upon. With a kiss upon her lover’s cheek, she turns to face his master.

And Tarquin thinks he is quite over it. He has relocated the blame to the lack of sleep they both had, to how so many nights spent alone together is enough to drive anyone to a fit of delusional passion. He’s even composed enough to give the monster he once condemned to death a smile of perfect civility.

She takes one look at him and leaves.

Varian hasn’t a clue where she’s vanished to, but his nerves show in how he joins Tarquin in his late night fretting. The framework for his new society remains untouched beneath fresh paperwork, abandoned since an Illyrian left him with nothing but headaches. The pair sit and wait and wonder how one court that claims to be their ally has reduced them to this.

***

Three days later, two members of their plague return. Amren does not physically drag her Illyrian companion inside the palace, but any time he dares slow a sharp look from her soon brings him into her shadow.

“Apologies,” she says with a smile at the baffled court, never having indulged in titles or honourifics. “I realised I’d forgotten someone.” She slips to Varian’s side, living Azriel alone in the centre of the room. “Varian mentioned the pair of you had yet to finish. And I know how Az hates leaving things half done.

Tarquin does not like to think he’s staring, but it wouldn’t matter; the winged male does not look back at him. She can’t fix that though, so she drags her chosen Summer boy away with devilish smiles, and without words says her role is done. This they have to sort out on their own.

Though not a coward, Tarquin doesn’t think he can face that quite so soon, after a month of nursing wounds he refused to deem as such. “I’ll meet you in the library as usual then,” he says, and without noticing the glance thrown his way, he escapes to anywhere but here.

***

Unexpectedly, the Illyrian arrives right on time. He opens the door to find Tarquin by that same window as before – if he even remembers it in such detail, if he too has spent every other second revising it in his brain – looking out at the sea and the setting sun behind it.

“Do you really want me here?” Azriel asks, closing the door but remaining guard before it.

“I don’t know,” Tarquin answers honestly. It is a mistake to be honest, he thinks, for he was raised to believe that such a thing would only get him killed in a world like this. Yet in the other he’d thought he had witnessed somehow who could be so anyway, who could wear both rage and silence without embarrassment.

“You can say it, you know.” Azriel sounds maybe not so calm as always, maybe there’s just a hint of a wobble in his voice, or maybe Tarquin is just being a naïve young idiot and projecting his foolish hoping onto him. “I won’t be offended if you ask me to leave. I can just tell Amren we finished tonight.” Is he really so thick as to believe that that is why the blood-drinker brought him here?

More importantly, does he really believe that what Tarquin is fighting down with every passing second is the urge to send him away? This man, who seemed so impossibly free from the restraints of their society, who surely had to be impossibly smart to accomplish such a thing. And then he remembers the moonlight, the balcony – the screaming.

“You’re making no sense,” Tarquin breathes, because nothing this man does is comprehensible to him. He fights for so much good but seems to think himself so bad. What is with these Night Court fae and their rejection of their own redeeming qualities? Though Rhysand may have relinquished his act of Tyrannical Dictator, their personas as villains still seem to cling to them like a scent.

Azriel just frowns at him. “I mean, if I just tell her that-” Tarquin doesn’t let him finish, because he’s next to him and kissing him and realising this man is just as naïve and foolish as he himself could ever be.

***

“Was bringing him here a good idea?” Varian asks from where he is knelt before his self-appointed Queen, her foot playing lazily in his hair.

“Oh please,” Amren drawls. She sits perched atop a dresser, sipping from a golden goblet of blood the petrified servants left for her earlier. “I haven’t seen anyone look quite so tortured since Rhysand. Your little lord will thank me for it later.”

“But if Az didn’t want to-”

“Azriel,” Amren says quite factually, “is an idiot. One who thinks he’s a burden on everyone. And besides, I’d had quite enough of him moping about, especially when there’s a wedding on the way.” She looks down at the male before her and smiles the kind of smile that would put anyone on their knees, were they not there already. “Now please remember who it is you’re supposed to be lamenting about.”

Varian’s calling is not dissimilar, though he was answered much sooner; But then Amren never was afraid of the light.

I love Viktuuri as much as everyone else but my OTP is actually Yuuri x Yuri. (Yuri Squared? YuuYu? We need an official name for this pairing. XD)

Most people are against shipping Yuri with anyone because he’s only 15, but I myself don’t have a problem with the age gap, and there’s always the option to make him 18 or older in fanfics or fanart if you do a time skip.

I find it super adorable to think of Yuri having a crush on Yuuri and being rude to him as usual, but getting flustered easily around him. Also I like the idea of Yuri wanting to impress Yuuri because he looks up to him a lot and doesn’t want him to see him as a kid.

Please give this pairing some more love in the fandom! It’s nearly impossible to find any fanart of it, and so far out of the few pics I have seen for it, none are romantic. There are actually a decent amount of fanfics on Archive of Our Own though. (I have yet to check any other sites.)