had problems with the coloring sigh

headcanons for @inarsics because she knows why! i hope you like this because ngl i rushed it out at 1am and i’m pretty drunk so this is probably a mess i’ll probably regret and write you a new one tomorrow morning (and i apparently still don’t catch the concept of headcanons because why is everything so long and wordy there’s no cONDENSE CONDENSE CONDENSE)-

but for now, here: jikook au with singer!jungkook & make up artist! jimin!

  • When Jimin first did the make up for Jungkook, Jimin was barely recognized in the industry and was only given the chance because the singer’s personal stylist bailed and left the scene angrily after arguing with Jungkook.
  • Jimin had been the only one available in the studio then, too green in the industry to even have his schedule packed with jobs allocated and — definitely too new to do make up for the Jeon Jungkook who has already conquered the music industry when he debuted four years ago at the age of seventeen.
  • Jimin’s not gonna lie, his hands literally were shaking when he was trying to draw the eyeliner for Jungkook, noting the way the singer’s just piercing his esteem with that unwavering and unfriendly gaze of him (the fact that Jungkook’s known to be an extremely strict professional didn’t help him with his anxiety).
  • “Still your wrist. You’re gonna mess things up in this rate.” Jungkook had said then, sounding really tired as he held onto Jimin’s wrist tight with a disapproving frown on his face. It took literally all of Jimin to not freak out and apologize before dashing out then because this was his only chance to prove to anyone that even if he’s new, he’s good. He literally had a canvas right here who everyone won’t take their eyes off from.  
  • With Jungkook watching him constantly throughout, Jimin managed to finish Jungkook’s make up for his music video (they would’ve rescheduled but the filming had been delayed for too many times). Jungkook took a really long look of himself at the mirror, and examined his reflection so carefully that Jimin almost retreated into a corner if not for how Jungkook called for his manager, Namjoon, next.
  • We can start filming now.” Namjoon looked relieved then, but then Jungkook suddenly beckoned him to lean in close again, and pointed at where Jimin’s standing. Jimin had panicked then, knowing this was where his life’s going to end. He fucked up Jeon Jungkook’s make up and he’s going to be banished from the industry forever. “Hire him, hyung.”
  • “What? Jungkook, you’re in no rush to hire another make up artist. Give me some time. I can find you a new one next week. Today’s just—”
  • “I don’t want the so-called experts you guys keep finding me. I want him.”
  • That was exactly how Jimin ended up being hired by the Jeon Jungkook, and this was how he started to tag along with Jungkook anywhere he travelled, any time he had a schedule and had to look beautiful (Jimin does think Jungkook looks good, with foundation or not).
  • Now three years have passed, and Jimin hasn’t expected how familiar he would be with the way the pads of his fingertips would glide across Jungkook’s skin as he blends the highlighter he’s chosen for the interview later. Jungkook has his eyes closed, no longer watching him like a vulture ready to devour him if he made any mistakes. Jungkook trusts him now. Trust.
  • Jungkook trusts him enough to even message him the silliest things at times, the place he’s visiting when the shoots are over, trusts him enough with secrets of the burdens he had to carry ever since he’s been a trainee. Trust him enough to drink six bottles of soju in front of him till he’s so drunk everything’s a bed him. Trust him enough when he’s been accused of a scandal that’s been fabricated to bring him down, the first place he goes right away to was Jimin’s place.
  • Which is really funny because Jimin actually found out Jungkook hired him, a greenie then, just to spite his previous stylist who left in a hurry after Jungkook pointed out that her skills were starting to fall behind from the trends nowadays. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into Jungkook being too used to the way Jimin would do his make up that he doesn’t want anyone else to do it for him anymore.
  • Jungkook used to keep him around just to spite his old make up artist, just because it was fun having a greenie panicking and being all anxious around him. Now Jungkook probably will panic and gets anxious if Jimin’s not with him, especially when Taehyung’s around.
  • Taehyung’s been making all sorts of jokes, wanting Jimin to come work for him instead. Jungkook hadn’t verbally protested then because Jimin did it first, always declining the other politely but Jimin’s been watching Jungkook all along, saw the way his eyebrows began to furrow and how his lips were upturning slightly to form a small frown.
  • (It kinda made Jimin smile.)
  • It was cute, cute because this time round there’s another shoot with Taehyung, and there’s Taehyung, all bubbly and kind, yet so threatening in Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook had sat somewhere far from Taehyung then, choosing to put as much distance as he can in between them, but Taehyung talks loud, and he talks so loud Jungkook can hear him.
  • “Aw, Jimin, c’mon! When are you finally going to come over and work for me?”
  • Jungkook almost squeezed a wrinkle or two out from how hard he was frowning. Jimin simply opts to not respond because Taehyung’s joking like he always is.
  • Jungkook finds all sorts of problems with his make up that day, and Jimin finds himself stuck to Jungkook’s side almost the entire shoot because he had to correct so many perfections he didn’t even see any problems in. He thinks he knows the reason, but he doesn’t want to press, opting to only sigh because Jungkook doesn’t say anything either. Jungkook just taps lightly on his cheek and says his foundation’s smeared. It’s not.
  • Now, it’s his lips.
  • “There’s nothing wrong, you know that right?”
  • “It’s not even colored equally. My lips look like they’ve been slapped.”
  • “I mean — being scared of me accepting Taehyung’s offer. I’m not going to, you know that right?”
  • “I’m not jealous—” Jungkook seems to realize where he’s fucked up. “…  Just fix my make up. It’s all messed up.”
  • Jimin picks the precision brush up, hesitates for a really long while before he daringly leans in to press a kiss to Jungkook’s lips instead (the room’s empty anyway), the singer stiffening up immediately until he’s registered the softness he’s slowly kissing back, tasting the cherry flavored lip balm Jimin’s always using.
  •  “This is how it’s supposed to look if you’re trying to lie and tell me your make up’s off,” Jimin playfully says once they have parted from the small kiss, Jungkook’s lipstick ending up on Jimin’s lips and his bronzer slightly smudged on Jimin’s fingers when he cupped at his cheeks for maybe too long.
  • Jungkook just snorts and drags Jimin back closer for more.
  • Bonus: Namjoon slaps five dollars into Taehyung’s hand as they stand outside peeking, bitter while the fellow singer feels probably way too proud of himself on the other hand, for managing to bring the two together through something so horrendously stupid.
Soulmate AU - Sam x Reader Request

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do the prompt - When you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair changes too Involving Sam Winchester were they haven’t met yet and can it involve the reader always changing her hair over the years and Dean finds it amusing to watch. Sorry if its confusing😅

 A/N: Happy reading! Just as an aside I wrote this at 12pm with a head cold, so sorry for mistakes or just generally bad writing! Love ya xx

A chorus of teenage giggles floated through the sticky afternoon air as you and your best friend meandered through the street towards the salon. Hand in hand, you reached the door, then let go of their embrace, turning to flash them a quick thumbs up before leaning forwards to push open the handle with a sweaty hand. You stepped inside the air conditioned room, and took in the lush marble décor. The whole building oozed class, and you self-consciously pulled at your tank top. This was such a bad idea. You stepped forwards, and stood in front of the tall counter top waiting to be served. Your best friend loitered outside the shop, wiggling their eyebrows at you exaggeratedly. 

“How can I help you?” Your eyes shot back to the counter in front of you, and you smiled at the young woman behind the desk.

 “Well. I’d like to dye my hair bright green.” You whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. 

The woman raised an eyebrow. “This wouldn’t happen to be something to do with soulmates, would it?” She glanced at your grinning friend waiting outside and then back at your flushed, nervous disposition. 

“How d’ya guess?” You chuckled, clasping your hands together.

After that first time, dyeing your hair had become a yearly occurrence, and not for the sole reason of desire to find your soulmate. Over the years, your hair had turned into your only outlet for expressing yourself, and was always tinted with a vibrant shade. So far, you had dyed your hair green, blue, red, orange, and pink, and even experimented with several colors at once. You could only hope that your unusual method of torture was temporary, and someday, you would meet your rainbow haired second half.

You made eye contact with the hairdresser and shot her a cheeky grin as she delicately hovered her hands above your wet hair. 

“Ready?” She asked, smiling back at you. You nodded, and her hands were plunged into your hair, the strands slowly beginning to turn purple as the dye spread throughout your locks. 

“So. Do you believe in that whole soulmate thing? You better hope yours is an art student or somethin with this colour!” She crowed excitedly. You smirked, and angled your head higher.

 “Why as a matter of fact, I do. I’ve been dyeing my hair once a year since I was 19. I’m pretty sure whoever my destined lover is, they already hate me.”

The hairdresser broke out laughing at this statement, and she shook her head softly, focusing her attention back on your hair.

Sam padded into the bathroom rubbing his eyes, his body still sluggish from sleep. When he reached the sink, he glanced upwards into the mirror and sighed exasperatedly. His hands went straight up to his slept on hair, and he couldn’t help but laugh. His freakin hair was purple.

Every year, his hair had changed color, thanks to his wild yet undeniably creative soulmate. Some colors he hadn’t minded, but with others he managed to hide them under a beanie, at least while he wasn’t in fed uniform. That had proven to be a problem quite a few times. Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he was searching for his soulmate, growing more and more curious and desperate over the years. Wherever he went, he was always on the lookout for a certain person with an identical obnoxiously vivid head of hair.

“Dean!” He called, breaking out of his thoughts and leaning back to examine his new appearance. Dean swaggered in from around the doorway, and stopped as soon as his eyes laid on Sam. A booming laugh erupted from him, and Sam looked back at his hysterical brother and rolled his eyes. “Dude, I swear your hair will be changing color every year until you kick the can. You gotta find this girl.”

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Feelings ; L. Donghyuck

➮ for: anon

➮ words: 1k

 genre: fluff, soulmate 

➮ summary: soulmates were a natural phenomena, and no one had an explanation for the mysterious occurrence in humans. During puberty a child’s senses change. Colors begin to develop and touch heightens, but with this a soulmate feels most everything the other does.
pain being the worst.

Y/N struggled with pain. 

her soulmate seemed to injures themselves at least once a year, but one year she ends up being the one who injures herself.

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Everything hit in a steadfast upheaval, creating a strange tingle in the fingers of Y/N down to her toes. The strange feeling of numbness suddenly gone and in a flash of white light turned into something exciting yet unnerving. The senses were enlightened from their dull stage and brought anew into the world at the peak of puberty.

The strangest thing was that scientist never understood this phenomena, it just seemed like a natural occurrence with no true meaning.

Now, it’s understood as soulmates. A topic so unheard of in ancient times that they dismissed it. Every child when they first came to puberty were delved into their true senses, and when they met their soulmate they would sparkle even greater.

A world where it was black and white and painless. Then primary colors would fade in, the soft tickle of pain fading in by puberty. These feelings would brighten ten-fold when met with a soulmate.

Y/N, was one of the not so lucky students who had yet to hit puberty. Most of the kids in her class had already been able to see the basic colors and switched into new classes to compensate for their growth.

Everyone has a soulmate, she was always told, although their status of life was the problem. If a soulmate was dead, the other would never be able to experience feelings like the others and kept in the lower class until graduation.

That was what Y/N was worried about.

At lunch she looked around the cafeteria until her eyes landed on F/N. She sighed loudly and her friend perked up, a pitying look on her features.

“It’ll come, you’re just a late bloomer,” she whispered, Y/N’s eyes rolling instantly before laying her head down on the hole filled table. She was one of the first in their class to know she was destined to have a soulmate, possibly find them and live happily ever after. F/N’s timid hand stroked Y/N’s hair and she moved with her touch.

“I’m just so tired, I want to know…” she groaned, turning back to her friend.

“We all do,” she was silent a moment, “I think it’s harder knowing you have a soulmate but never being able to meet them,” she sighed, turning away as well, the table turning into a pity party for a couple of pre-teens.

At the end of the sixth grade, Y/N had finally gained the ability to feel and see in color, but one thing she had totally forgotten was the developing feelings of both hers and her soulmate. She felt everything, from small touches to painful scrapes; anything and everything that could happen, seemed to happen to her soulmate.

In the seventh grade, Y/N’s soulmate broke their leg and there was no medication for something that wasn’t your own pain, so for an hour and a half Y/N was in agonizing pain, shriveled on the floor of her English class until she was escorted out and to the nurses office.

It happened often that kids would go to the nurse because of soulmate pains. So the nurses became very callous towards students claiming that they were in pain, but with something so obvious they weren’t ones to turn them away.

As soon as Y/N entered, they laid her down, hoping the pain would end soon.

Another time in the ninth grade, her soulmate seemed to have a pleasant night because her hips were aching and her head felt like it was going to cave in. She thanked the gods that he hadn’t done it since. Her head still ached often times, but she suspected them to be migraines.

It was just instances where having a soulmate felt undesirable, but when she laid in bed at night, wondering if they’d ever meet, she didn’t regret the times they had already shared.

Senior year came and she felt like everything was going great. As of yet, her soulmate hadn’t gotten themselves into any terribly painful events. Sometimes at night she felt them rubbing circles on their palm to soothe you to sleep. She felt as if this person was a close friend, but it was strictly physical, no communication, no feeling of companionship, but there was something.

Y/N had joined a local theater group that year that was steadily gaining popularity within the community. A few hundred people came to the evens and her solo performance for the play was up. Her nerves re-awoken and her thoughts dreaded the moment as you walked onto the stage, setting into her song.

She moved forward, a lovely tune on her lips as she walked forward with a slight misstep that caused her to fall off the stage.

The whole room gasped when they saw Y/N fall off the stage; twisted ankle and unbearable pain. She prayed her soulmate for her soulmate who had to go through the same pain.

In the theater, a loud ‘ow!’ echoed throughout the whole room, reigning attention to them as well, besides those helping Y/N with her leg.

The crowd still sitting rose an eyebrow at a dark haired boy who clutched his ankle in pain, although no sight of injury was in sight.

They gasped again before half of them crowded him, their words jumbled together and no one could make any sense of it. The only understandable things they said were “soulmate” and “there”. The fingers pointed, and as the paramedics came to dope Y/N up, he could finally feel the relied as your pain stricken face relaxed.

They brought her onto a gurney and called for any relatives or friends who would like to accompany them to the hospital. He walked forward, standing at Y/N’s side and whispered, “I’m her soulmate, Lee Donghyuck,” he explained, his eyes steely as he gripped her hand tightly.

“Alright kid, let’s go,” one called, rolling the gurney over to the ambulance and started it up to head for the hospital.

Donghyuck wasn’t able to see her for an hour or so until the doctor nodded him inside. She was laying in a bed, ready to be released when her parents arrived from out of town. He pulled out a chair, smiling lightly at her.

“Hey, I’m your soulmate,” he whispered.

“Hey, guess what.” He looked to her quizzically. “I’m your soulmate, too,” she laughed, shifting so he could look at her better.

They both noticed at that moment that there was so much more to the world than they thought, a feeling that lingered in the air they had never noticed. Donghyuck smiled softly, and so did she, holding her hand out for his. He held it tightly, like he had at the theater, although this time it wasn’t so serious. He played with her fingers, looking up from them and whispered, “Let’s get to know each other.”

24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

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Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone’s mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it…Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

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24 Hours - two.
  • Got7 x Reader
  • Fluff
  • Word count: 2785

Description: You arrive at the cabin that you’ve been waiting to see. You finally get to have a vacation with some of your best friends, but everyone seems different. You are forced to realize that you aren’t just having a vacation with childhood friends, but full grown men.

A/N: This is longer than I expected it to be. I had most of it written up already, my to-do worklist keeps getting longer and it’s my own fault. Please be patient with me. x3

one. // two. // three. // four. (soon)

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Fight or Flight (Indiana Jones)

Pairing: Indiana Jones/OC

A/N: This was so much fun haha I effing love Indiana Jones. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nothing crazy or wild in this one!

“It’s incredible.”

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I stood with my hands on my hips, gazing up at the vine covered temple. Nature had reclaimed most of the structure, roots twisting up and covering the doorways while moss clung to the faded, time-worn walls. My pulse was thrumming beneath my skin, my entire body prickling with the anticipation of what I might find waiting inside. There was something about stepping foot in a place no one else had for centuries. It was bit of a sacrilegious experience, a moment I kept stored in the back of my memory for safe keeping…Aztec civilizations in Mexico, pyramids rising from the sands in Egypt, ancient tunnels twisting and turning beneath all of Europe. Each stood out in my mind, the memories serving as my own personal treasure.

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Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.

Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.

“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.

“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.

“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?

“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.

“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.

“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”

“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.

“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.

“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.

“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”

“Well given that he-”

“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.

“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”

“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”

“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if  exhausted.

“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”

“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.

Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.

“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”

“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”

“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.

“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.

“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”

“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”

“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”  

“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”

“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.

Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”

“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.

“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.

“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody  might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”

“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”

“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

“Well she’s…”

“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”

“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”

She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.

“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”

“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.

“What do you want?” Steve asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”

Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.

“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”

“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.

“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”

“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.

“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”

“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.

“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.

“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.

“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.

“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”

“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”

“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.

“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”

“What if she says yes?”

“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.

“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”

You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.

“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”

“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.

“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.

“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”

“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.

“I just… I am…”


“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”

“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”

“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”

“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.

“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”

You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”

“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”

“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”

“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”

“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.

“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.

“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.


“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”

He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.

“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.

“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.

And here is my main reason for watching Trollhunters in the first place, the villain x hero’s mom pairing, with a touch of monster boyfriend, Stircklake!
I had a lot of fun working on this, especially Barbara’s hair and Strickler’s face were a joy to color. x3
Usually I have problems finding the matching colors from 3D modeled characters, but this time I simply didn’t use references and just did it from my memory + personal feeling and I think the result looks very good.
And jeez I had to grin all the time while working on this. @awesometoomuchroslyn really drew such lovely expressions, just the way they look at each other. *dreamy sigh*
I really cross my fingers that Strickler will get his chance for redemption and those two can be happy together. 

Sketch © @awesometoomuchroslyn
Colors © Pikuna/me

Finding Him

Request: 11. Finding this place was the best thing that ever happened. With Chibs.

A/N: Anything in italics is going to be flashback.

Moving to a new place was hard. Being from a different state was another story all together. When you heard that your parents were moving back to their hometown, you were not expecting another state. Which just so happened to be California. Charming, CA in fact. Even though you didn’t live with you parents, you still wanted to be near them, just for them being family. Your house was across town from them so you actually had to drive through most of the town to get there, since their house was nearer to the entrance of the town you came through.

Halfway through the small town, you truck decided it was gonna give out on you. Now, you were not car savvy so when you broke down, you looked up the closest auto-repair shop. This being Teller-Morrow.

Sitting there for about 10 minutes, just waiting for a tow was the most anxious time of your life. You didn’t know anybody, you didn’t know the area, you didn’t know anything about this new town. Just stories from your parents. Your anxiety grew as you finally saw a tow truck pull up behind you. Two men jumped out.

‘Oh, geez. I don’t know these men. I hope they don’t do anything. They might rape me. They might beat me. They might strangle me.’ You kept overthinking to yourself as the men walked up. Both had short hair and tall. One had scars on their cheeks, which if memory served you right, those were Glasgow smile scars. He was very handsome with them and he would still be handsome without them you thought. The other man had curly black hair and you could not tell the color of their eyes since they were both wearing sunglasses.

Reaching you, the one with scars spoke. As he spoke, he spoke with what you assumed was a Scottish accent. “Wha’ seem da be de problem?”

You sighed and patted the side of you truck. “Just decided to give out on my way home.”

“Alright, we’ll bring it to the TM and you can fill out all the paperwork at the garage.” The other man spoke.

Glancing at their work shirts you saw their names were Tig and Chibs.

Nodding, you reached in and grabbed the keys, handing them to Chibs. While Tig went to go get the truck ready for the lift.

“Ya’ new round here?” He asked as you walked to the tow truck and he opened the passenger side door.

“Yeah, Mom and Dad moved down here, so moved with them. I got a house on the opposite side of the town from them.” You told them.

He chuckled as he nodded. “Knew it. Haven’ seen ya before. I woulda known if I’d seen someone as beautiful.”

You said nothing as you bowed your head with a flustered look on your face, making him chuckle.

That was just the beginning of you and Chibs. You kept meeting up at random places which soon became dates with the man. Which then soon made you into an Old Lady.

Now, he did explain about Fiona early in the relationship, but you understood. You were always supportive of his decisions.

All of this led to now, you sitting next to your Old Man. Sitting at the family dinner table, sharing your happiness with everyone.

Thinking back, you grinned to yourself. Noticing this, Chibs put his hand on your thigh, rubbing it. “What’s got ya so happy, darlin’?”

You smiled bigger at your man as you put an arm around his shoulders. “Nothing. Finding this place was the best thing that ever happened.”

He chuckled at you as he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

Memoirs Of a Creepy Brother 1

Just when I finish The Swapfell Script, I have yet another in mind.  I’ll be taking my time with this one since there’s no plot to speak of, but it is something fun to do in the meantime. 

Just a collection of the Skeleton Brothers in different universes being creeps. Most of these were co-conceived by @xladymalice, who continues to assist in shameless inspiration.

Part 1: I Spy With My Little Eye, Something Hot

The Recipe:  Papyrus Classic, Voyeurism, Sansby

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Boba (Or Nah?)

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: Mingyu/Reader

Genre: a whole butt load of Fluff

Summary: Mingyu thinks he’s sly. You think Mingyu hates you. Mingyu is not sly. 

Author’s Note: TBH this idea was conjured because my sister and I think the guy at the Boba place I always go to hates me. OR DOES HE. No but forreal, we started referring to him as “Kid #2 that hates me.” since there’s already “Jason, the kid that hates me” at school lmao. Anyways, Enjoyyyy, this is just super dorky and cute and I love it lmao Mingyu is a cutie

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A New Pack Member

Owen Grady x reader

Sent in by: anon

Charlie’s POV

The four Velociraptors had from the beginning looked upon the female and their alpha as mates. He had the look any mate would look look upon their own mate - Charlie had tested that idea when she had stepped too close to the female that had placed herself beside their alpha.

Her whole body had frozen as she felt the snout of Charlie, as she whispered out something that got their alpha’s attention. His green eyes had narrowed at Charlie, as he had ordered her to step away from the female.

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A/N: Just the way I think Kagome’s return would have gone. 2900 words.

Things didn’t go right back into the way things were before; although if she were honest to herself, Kagome didn’t even know how things were supposed to be going anyway.

Especially in regards to the half-demon that currently eyed her from across the courtyard.

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Pray You Catch Me

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cheating,Implied sex

Summary: Based on Beyonce’s  Pray You Catch Me from Lemonade

Marriage life with Namjoon hasn’t been the same lately. He’s been cold and distant, always whispering on the phone. And you can’t help but notice…..

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Something was wrong.

You don’t know how or when things changed but something had shifted between the two of you. There was a distance now, more tangible than the miles that separated you from him when he was on tour, farther than the long-distance phone calls that became more and more less frequent. Even now, as you lay in the same bed with him only a few feet away, you could tell.

Something was wrong.

Because you couldn’t remember a time when you and Namjoon had ever been so far apart.

He would always come home late at night. Languid footsteps trailing towards the bedroom. Eyes tired and red from too many hours spent awake working on the newest album. Gravity pulling him down in a slump that could only be from the heaviness of leadership, from carrying the weight of the of the entire group.

And though he was exhausted, he would still find a way to come and take care of you. Even dead-tired, his plump lips would curl up at the sight of you, because love makes you smile even when you’re tired. He’d make his way over and pull you close, until your bodies became an entangled mess of arms and legs, chests pressed up against each other as you curled into his warmth. His fingers would run soothingly through your hair and he’s ask you how your day went. The moments you spent within his arms seemed to make even the bad days good.

But it had been a long time since Namjoon held you close and chased away your bad days.

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Another Time, Another Place...

“Ugh, it is positively dreary out there. I am soaking!” complained a mild voiced man as he shrugged off his woolen coat and scarf. He retained his jacket—it was rather cold in his opinion—which had elbow pads that likely belonged back in the seventies. But he liked the look. Plus, the jacket gave him bulk over his lanky frame. He didn’t like looking so wispy, but it was his lot in life he supposed.

 He had just walked into the restaurant, and had quickly found his table, seated there-upon were some of his dearest friends. Annoyingly early and cheerful for such an afternoon, but he could forgive that. There were worse things in the world than giddy friends. He knew that better than most.

“Oh Jon! I was hoping you’d make it! The rain is terrible, but looks beautiful, does it not?” Replied the man Jon chose to sit next to. He was short, had flyaway blonde hair and buck teeth. He still had on his lab coat, but the graphic t-shirt he wore seemed to soften the ‘mad scientist’ look. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked from the window their table was placed before and then back to Jon.

“Well, I almost didn’t.” Jon replied, tucking a piece of wet hair behind his ear. “By the way, Bruce texted me. He and Selina will be a bit late and said we should go ahead and order.”

“Oh, that won’t do at all. We can have a chat and wait. Besides, Jack is running late as well.” The blonde replied, leaning back in his chair. The woman sitting in front of him on the other side of the table, whose hair was a brilliant deep red seemed to blush a bit watching him. Sitting on Jon’s side (because everyone knew Jon preferred to sit beside Jervis—they were closest after all) was a man with light brown hair fiddling with a rubik’s cube, and beside the red-head was a woman with fair yellow hair in a messy bun.

“I was thinking the same.” Jon nodded. He then looked to the brunette man. “So, how are things at Wayne Tech, Edward? You and Jervis up to anything exciting?” He gestured to the blonde and then back to him.

Edward put down the cubical puzzle and smiled a tired smile, adjusting his glasses. “Oh, you know how it is. It’s more paper work than anything else this time of year.”

“Are you using the recycle bins I got for you?” The red-head asked. Edward rolled his eyes playfully. “Of course, Pammy. It’s saved us some money actually.”

“And precious trees.” Pamela muttered, taking a sip of her water. Jervis smiled at her dedication and Harleen smirked at her attitude.

“I can’t say anything overly interesting is happening at my work either. You, Harleen?” Jon said. It was a marvel how he could direct conversation like this. He used to be such a social outcast. He may come across as a tad cynical and stiff, but he was deeply grateful for finally finding people who he could trust. Who cared for him.

Harleen giggled a bit and stretched. “No way, Jonny-boy. Arkham’s still as dull as ever. We really miss your help though. Joan always says how good with the patients you were.”

Jon smiled softly. “Well, it was good helping people. But, I suppose teaching is my true calling. Kids these days need to understand how others think if they’re going to make it in this world.” Jervis smiled at Jonathan referring to his university students as children.

“It all comes back to the mind, doesn’t it?” Jervis said cheerfully. “There’s so many variables and consequences, especially in an uncontrolled mind.”

“Control the mind? Sounds like a bad joke.” Replied a voice that approached. It was a bit scratchy but also not as deep as say, Bruce’s voice. The others looked to him as he swung a chair beside Harleen’s backwards, mounting it and leaning on its back frame, arms folded atop it. Jonathan smirked at the man’s rather uncouth behavior. He had an infectious grin and unruly brown hair. His eyes were still a bit sad, but Jon knew from his sessions with him that he was slowly healing. Harleen was good for him, helping him move on after his wife and unborn child passed all those years ago.

“Puddin’!” Harleen squealed in a tone of voice reserved only for Jack. He smiled as she swung her arms about his neck.

“You two are such a spectacle.” Jon said into his glass as he took a sip of water. Jervis chuckled warmly.

“Oh come on Johnny, don’t be such a wet blanket.” Jack smiled, Jon rolled his eyes but smiled softly in return. Jack took off his scarf—a particularly garish one with gold and mauve patches, and threw it to Jon, who didn’t realized he was cold until given the scarf.  He was still pretty damp from the storm. He looked at Jack kindly (or as much as could be considered kind from the otherwise stiff psychologist professor) and put on the scarf despite its gaudy nature. Jon supposed they all had a flair for the extravagantly “unique” if last Halloween was any indication.

“How was work t’day, puddin’?” Harleen immediately asked after a moment. Jack sighed long-sufferingly. “Oh you know, Harley. Being head chemist is rather dangerous and intense—“

“Paper work-day too huh?” Edward commented, again fiddling with the cube.

“Same here, mate.” Jervis nodded in understanding. Jack looked mock-offended.

“Well, fine. But we did begin development on some new chemicals. That stuff is nasty though—I’d hate to fall in one of those vats, I’d probably come out looking like some kind of zombie-clown!” Jack laughed, slapping a knee, Harleen giggling along. Pamela shook her head in good humor at the couple.

“Oh, but at least we’ve got that whole ‘go green’ thing going, Pam.” Jack said to Pamela. She had been bugging him forever to try and implement the program. He had finally found a way to and not cause a lot of disruption to work-flow and yet remain at full quality with the new procedures. It was baby steps, but it was a start.

“I’m glad Jack.” Pamela smiled happily. “One day Gotham won’t be covered in smog…and more sunlight will reach the city.” She sighed wistfully.

“Sounds beautiful.” Jervis agreed, Jon nodding as well. “Sounds warm.” Jervis grinned at that.

“Oh hey!” Edward immediately perked up, eyes twinkling. Bruce and Selina had just arrived at the table and everyone greeted each other. Bruce Wayne had on a simple turtle-neck sweater under his coat, and Selina had on a dark grey sweater and pencil skirt. It was lovely, Jervis thought, that the most wealthy and important man in all of Gotham would be proud to date a lowly secretary. Of course, after getting over her nerves (with the help of Jon and Harley) she showed a much more daring and surprising side. She blossomed in his love and it was simply frabjous. A nice addition to their group of misfits, actually.

“Nice scarf.” Bruce chuckled and Jon simply glared, making Jervis giggle, knowing that glare to be playful.

“So, did you two see the new plans for the armor car yet?” Bruce asked Jervis and Edward, excitement in his voice and eyes. They had no problem reflecting the glee right back, obviously familiar and approving of the newest project underway in Wayne Tech technology.

“Boy, did we! It looks sweet!” Edward replied enthusiastically.

“And I think we could develop voice control for it, and voice identification.” Jervis mused, tapping his lips in thought.

“It would look great in green.” Edwards waggled his eyebrows. Bruce laughed.

“Or black.”

“Always black with you.” Jack sighed with a grin. It was a running joke between the two; Bruce was always in black or similar neutral colors while normally Jack was in the brightest colors of the spectrum imaginable.

“It’s simple and sleek.” Bruce shrugged.

“Okay now, boys. Let’s not talk work at the table, mmm?” Selina raised a brow, and the over-excited science geeks—Bruce included—mumbled but shared a look that they’d definitely continue this conversation later.

And so the colleagues—friends, one could say—settled in for a delightful meal. Good company and good food, with the steady peaceful rainfall and glittering lights of the city as a backdrop. It was something each of them had wanted for so long and had found in one another.

A sense of belonging.

Do you see it?

Title: Do you see it?

 Author: Jude 

 Parings: Sam Winchester x Reader 

 Warnings: Language, color blindness, and editing 

 Summary: You’re car breaks down in front of a road house in the middle of nowhere. The owners are kind enough to let you use their phone. What happens later in the day comes as a huge shock. 

 P.S. You and Sam are color blind.

 Notes: So guys…I sorta have a thing for this soulmate stuff if you haven’t noticed. Sue me! But i find it extremely adorable! Hope you like this one! If you do feel free to give me any sort of feedback! Also this is for @ellen-reincarnated1967 ’s challenge #agifsworthathousandwords 

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It’s about time aha… Hope you all like it took a while ;; A soulmate!au and Hanahaki disease… wonderful

It all started with a smile. One small smile from the cute young boy you’d come to know as your new neighbor was all it took for you to find yourself drawn to him. However it wasn’t good that after moving in and introducing yourself you’d gotten closer to him; despite your growing affection towards him you knew you couldn’t be together. Because of fate. Because of destiny. Because the world you lived in had everything planned out for you from the day you were born. And there was nothing you could do to change it.

Your soulmate was selected by ‘fate’ as soon as you were brought into the world, and you’d know when you met them. When you’re born you’re blind to a certain color, in your case yellow, and when you found your soulmate you’d be able to see that color. It was a strange concept, but you didn’t make the rules. That was your life, and you’d come to accept it.

However that didn’t help now, as you sat before the smiling boy and fidgeted with your hands. You felt uneasy, the increased heart rate and slight sweating not helping as you began to hate yourself. You began to hate fate and the way it was so cruel; how could you have fallen so helplessly in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate? The vase on his mantlepiece proved this to you - the roses sitting inside a shade of grey to you instead of what you knew the were meant to be - yellow. The fact that you couldn’t see them in all their beauty was what had made you realise you’d fallen for the wrong person. And that made time spent together increasingly uncomfortable, as you’d become very awkward despite his efforts to lighten the mood. He’d kept quiet until then, but as you sat staring down at your lap and sighing every few minutes, he grew more and more worried. ‘Does she not like spending time with me anymore?’

“Y/N?” he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had hung between you since you entered, voice soft and careful. He seemed almost… scared. You looked up and met his concerned gaze, a lump in your throat appearing as you saw them. They were as kind as usual, warm as he moved closer and placed his hands on yours gingerly. You moved them away slowly, feeling guilty as soon as you saw his expression become hurt. “What’s wrong?”

“Chan, I-” you sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that afternoon, looking down again and avoiding his eyes. You knew you’d shatter with only one more look. He waited for you to speak, anticipation bubbling within him as his mind raced. Had he done something? Had someone else done something? ‘Does she know that I like her despite us not being soulmates?’ “It’s nothing, really, I just… “ You fell silent again, the slow ticking of the clock filling the room as silence fell once again. He was being patient and calm in spite of his growing apprehension, and he shuffled closer again. He kept his hands on his knees, not touching you and instead waiting for you to finish. “I can’t do this.” you mumbled, standing. He frowned, confused and even more afraid and stood also, grabbing your arm as you began to walk towards his door. He spun you to face him, eyes searching your face frantically as he panicked. When he saw tears brimming in your eyes, his face both softened and fell, and he looked at you with a strange mixture of concern and upset.

“Can’t do what? Please, Y/N, talk to me.” His desperate pleading hurt you further, but you couldn’t tell him how you felt. You’d grown very close since you’d moved into his apartment complex a few months ago, and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship over your seemingly idiotic affection.

“I have to go do… something… I’ll see you later, okay?” You shook your head as the tears began falling, and ignoring his shouts of your name you ran to your own apartment and let yourself in with trembling hands. You sat back against the door and let the tears stream down your cheeks, feeling incredibly helpless. You didn’t know that Chan was the same, collapsing onto his couch with whirling thoughts. ‘Should I just tell her that I love her?’

The ringing of your alarm the next morning didn’t do much, as you turned your phone off and pulled the duvet even further over your body up to your neck. You didn’t feel like waking up, the bitter cold weather and gentle rain matching your mood as you felt both guilty and dismal about leaving Chan like that. Surely he was confused, but you didn’t want to bother him when fate was obviously against you. After all your friends had found their soulmates you thought he’d be the one, and thinking about how happy they all were made you despair even more as you buried your face into your pillow and let sleep consume you again. At least when sleeping you didn’t have to think about it.

Chan hadn’t slept that night, brain unable to rest as he thought about your visit. Whilst you were usually happy to see him and told him about your problems you had appeared very conflicted, and it unsettled him that you wouldn’t tell him. He lay on his back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, a breathy sigh leaving his lips and a small, frustrated groan following. He had fallen for you after only seeing you a few times, but after being unable to see the color yellow still, he’d found himself burying his feelings deep down within and putting on a front. He didn’t want to hurt you with his feelings but as the days went by he fell deeper and deeper in love with you, however after seeing you yesterday he was now sure you didn’t feel the same way.

“Stupid boy…” he muttered to himself, sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes with another, heavier sigh. “It’s completely one sided.” He found himself with the sudden urge to cry as he made his way to the bathroom, grimacing at his sleep deprived face when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He splashed cold water on his face and rejoiced in the feeling, taking a quick shower and hoping it would clear his clouded mind. It didn’t. “Why do you like someone who isn’t even your soulmate? She’ll never love you! It’s one sided!” He was yelling to his reflection by now, hair dripping and eyes swimming as he felt something arise in his throat. He retched once, twice, before he felt as if he was going to throw up. With the tears starting to trail down his cheeks with his ever growing hopelessness, he crouched by the toilet bowl, eyes stinging and throat following as he felt his stomach emptying. However when he calmed down and opened his eyes he found his toilet to be filled with flower petals, a shade of grey the same as the roses sat in his living room. His brow creased at the sight and fresh tears fell, fear taking over him. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’

You hadn’t seen Chan in 3 days, and even though you were still brooding over your love you decided to go see him. You still hadn’t explained the other day to him and figured he’d still be quizzical, and so with one last pep talk you left with his favorite pastry in a brown paper bag. You felt slightly uneasy as you made your way to his apartment a few doors down, and with a hesitant knock you found the feeling growing into a sick one. Your stomach churned as you heard faint sobbing and choking sounds, eyes widening and terror setting in as you tried the handle and burst in upon finding his door unlocked.

“Chan!” you cried his name as you found him crumpled on the floor, his floor and jeans tear stained, face red and streaky, fresh tears covering their tracks and many, many grey flower petals surrounding him on the floor. You threw the paper bag onto his side table and ran over to him, crouching down next to him in a frenzy and taking his hands in yours. “Chan, what is this?” you asked quietly, shaken. He met your eyes with his glazed ones, unable to answer and instead making a choking sound again. “Chan, please, talk to me. I’m sorry about the other day.” Your voice was reduced to a whisper as you shivered, scared for him. He gripped your hands tighter and exhaled slowly.

“I love you, Y/N. I know we’re not soulmates, and I know you can’t possibly love me too, but I really, really love you.” he murmured with a sad smile, the smile soon fading into discomfort as he retched again. He felt them coming, an onslaught of petals coming again as you rubbed the back of his hands with your thumbs.

“No, you idiot! I love you too. I really do.” Your eyes searched his, your worry present, however he felt many of the petals then fade away and one spring to his mouth, him choking yet again as he coughed it out. He pulled it up and you stared at it with wide eyes, him doing the same when he realized. You both looked around you before smiling in relief, looking up at each other and laughing slightly. He set down the petal and you gave it one last look before moving closer to him, wrapping your arms around him happily. The petals fluttered slightly, for a reason you couldn’t fathom, but you were more focused on the color. A bright, satiny shade of yellow.

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

- Admin Belle

Bleach AU where dragons exist

“It’s only a small dragon. Practically not even a problem.” – Prompt from @oopsprompts


Uryuu sighed at the sight of yet /another/ dragon flying overhead and making its way towards the outskirts of town. Reluctantly he packed up his sewing kit and slung his bag over his shoulder; looked like his break for the day was over with, hours before he had wanted to head back.

But dragons waited for no one, even if that one had looked suspiciously small. Probably newly fledged from the nest, and too dumb to realize that there /had/ to be a reason this prime territory was unclaimed.

It was a gorgeous blue color, deep and rich like the best ultramarine, and Uryuu wondered if he could manage to claim a few scales before they drove it off. He had a few projects that scales of that color would go /wonderfully/ with, even if the scales of young dragons were thinner than that of adults.

By the time he reached the other side of town — rather, by the time he reached /Kurosaki’s house/ because that’s where it had /gone/ because that’s where /all dragons went/ — it had already landed and was poking its nose at the door to Kurosaki’s house. Kurosaki was scowling at it from the street, arms crossed over his chest and a grumpy cast to his features.

That wasn’t unusual.

What /was/ unusual was the trembling girl standing in front of Kurosaki, katana drawn and stance as firm as she could manage.

“Kurosaki,” Uryuu muttered, as he stalked up next to his classmate, eying the short girl with suspicion. “Who the hell is this?”

“She’s a Shinigami,” Kurosaki responded with a shrug. “One of those damned undead dragons showed up last night, and she got in the way.”

“I saved your life!” the girl exclaimed angrily, all bristled like an offended feline.

Uryuu gave her a skeptical look, then turned back to Kurosaki. While he didn’t think she was lying about what she believed to have happened — after all, Inoue was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in the face of a dragon or three — the idea that Kurosaki had needed /saving/ was practically ludicrous.

“She gave me her powers,” Kurosaki explained further without prompting. “Because she screwed with my timing and got both of us hurt.”

Uryuu sighed through his nose and shook his head. Of course something as ridiculous as that would happen to Kurosaki. The idiot just /attracted/ trouble, and Uryuu had stopped being surprised back a few years ago when the idiot had decided to out-stubborn an Ancient just because he didn’t like what it was offering.

“Oh, speaking of which. My sisters gathered up the scales that it dropped for you, and Yuzu’s been washing them. She said they look like oil when they’re cleaned up, and they seem pretty tough.” Kurosaki eyed the young dragon, as it tried to shove its nose through one of the windows, but didn’t otherwise react to it moving about in front of them. His house had been warded by their best efforts, after all, and this dragon was only a few months out of the nest.

“Thank you,” Uryuu replied.

“Are you two just going to /stand there and chat/?!” the girl yelped, staring over her shoulder at them with wide, frightened eyes. “That’s a /dragon/! A /live dragon/!”

“So?” Uryuu asked in unison with Kurosaki, not quite understanding what her issue was.

“Yeah, I dealt with that undead one last night,” Kurosaki continued with a shrug. “They’re always the annoying ones, anyway.”

She made a strangled sound of frustration, then took one hand from her katana and pointed at the blue dragon that was currently reared up on its hind legs and scrabbling at the roof. “/DRAGON/! I’m a Shinigami! I deal with SOULS and HOLLOWS and DEAD DRAGONS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEALT WITH BY CAPTAINS!”

“Huh, is that why you had so much trouble?” Kurosaki asked absently, as he finally grew bored of watching the dragon try to dismantle his house. He raised a hand to his mouth and gave a sharp, piercing whistle.

The girl made a terrified whine as the muzzle of the beast swung around to face them and the dragon’s sky blue eyes lit up with fascination at the sight of the three of them.

“It’s only a small dragon,” Uryuu told the girl with asperity, as he called forth his bow and sighted down the shaft. He needed to be careful about his aim, if he wanted to just drive it off instead of killing it, but Kurosaki had driven home his opinion: no killing the dragons unless they refused to take no for an answer. “Practically not even a problem.”

“Yeah, we deal with bigger threats than this all the time,” Kurosaki added, calling up his own weapon. The glimmering golden staff settled across his shoulders, and the teen nudged the girl out of the way as he strode forward to meet the dragon.


Uryuu rolled his eyes and loosed his arrow, landing it with precision right between the dragon’s toes on it’s right front paw. “Your new follower is rather high strung.”

“Oh shut up,” Kurosaki growled back, as he thumped the dragon across the snout with his staff. “She’ll adapt.”

Behind them, the girl whimpered.

New Look.

I stood nervously in front of the mirror, combing my fingers through my newly dyed hair strands for the hundredth time today. I took a strand roughly between my fingers before tossing it back. I huffed a deep sigh and frowned to myself.

I was the type to make decisions on a whim. If I wanted to hop in my car and take a two hour drive to nowhere, I had no problem doing that at the drop of a dime. Granit liked to call me spontaneous and most importantly, crazy. I simply laughed every time he insisted such.

But now I could see what he meant as I stared at myself in the mirror, observing my very new and very different appearance.

I had been surfing the internet randomly last night and somehow found myself looking at different hair colors, styles, and cuts. I was so used to my boring, long brown hair that seeing anyone with anything remotely different made me anxious to change my own hair strands.

And so I did.

I settled on a dramatic blonde color that, to be fair, seemed to contrast beautifully with my skin tone. It was just now I didn’t have my long locks to hide behind. Instead my hair now stopped above my shoulders in a bob style I was not used to.

I had long hair for practically all of my life. I couldn’t remember a time where I wasn’t fussing with my strands as I tried to wash them in the shower. There were times it aggravated me and all I wanted to do was take a dull pair of scissors and snap away those ends but somehow I had avoided such dramatics.

Until today.

I scheduled an ‘emergency’ appointment with my hair stylist and rather than getting my usual wash and trim, my brown locks went blonde and the hair that stopped down my back was now inches shorter. What was the scariest thought was I hadn’t even told my boyfriend my plans. It would truly be a surprise when he walked in the door and that scary moment was probably only a few minutes away as he had text me 30 minutes ago to tell me he was on his way to my place.

His approval meant a lot to me and if he dare even flinched, I’d probably end up in a puddle of tears. He had a fascination with my hair, always complimenting me on how the long strands fell down around my face and how he loved the deep brown color that only seemed to lighten in the summer. Even when he was sleeping or close to sleep, he’d pull me close and run his hands through my hair.

Now he barely had anything to run his fingers through.


I turned from my own stare in the mirror as I heard my living room door shut which let me know he was here. A dramatic gulp ran down my throat as I heard his steps nearing and I simply stood still where I was staring at the door he would enter.

“Did you already—“ His statement ended abruptly and his steps fell to a halt as soon as he reached my bedroom doorway and was able to see me.

That was not the reaction I wanted. At all.

I gave a meek smile. “Did I already what?” I figured it best to maybe deflect for a moment but Granit wasn’t much up for that idea.

“Your hair…” He now began to move closer to me, his eyes not giving me a specific emotion to let me know whether he was horrified or delighted.

I’d go with horrified.

Self-consciously, my hands went up to where his eyes drifted. “Is it that bad?”

It seemed at that moment he caught himself and realized how his reaction had probably come off. “No, no. It’s not bad at all. Just…different.”

“Different is usually code for bad.”

He cracked a smile and shook his head. “Not this time. You look fucking stunning. Wow.”

I felt a little more relaxed with that reaction as I blushed in response. He simply took my chin into his hand and lifted my chin to look directly at him, his lips meeting mine for a few passionate pecks.

Well sheesh, he seemed happy.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Wow.” He stepped back for a moment to look me up and down, though aside from my hair the rest of me was casual as I wore a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt of his.

“Am I stunning enough to maaaybe get you to take me out for dinner tonight?” I playfully batted my eyelashes and giggled, causing him to laugh along. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, peering down at me.

“With that hair, you can get everything you want.”