i tried a new thing idk

Hollstein Fanfic Rec (March 27 - April 27, 2017)

*Listed chronologically by last updated

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Recently updated fics I’m still reading since last rec:

Olivier in the military-issued undershirt
Because… reasons? boobs
A lot of people liked how small I tend to make her when i draw her so I wanted to kinda do another small Oli thing.. I also have a headcanon that she is not thin™

idk i just kind of like the idea of a small angry lady commanding an entire fort and all of her soldiers being afraid of + respecting her

I also tried a new kinda shading and it’s okay. I feel like the pants look really good tho
I also got a picarto if anyone’s interested in streams

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Alex Danvers Aesthetic (BLACK)

anonymous asked:

idk if you do this anymore but i really love your writing and after the last run ep i'm in need of a jikook hc where jk is jm's coach (an athlete and a coach being in love isn't really a new concept for someone who's watched yoi lmao).. if you write it thank you so much and if not it's totally okay 😊

here’s a short thing of jimin learning judo from jungkook!au !!


Jimin plops down on the mat, worn out and panting. “You’re a monster, you know that?” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Jungkook snorts, crouching until they’re eye-level. “What was that move you tried to do just now? I didn’t teach you that.”

Jimin pouts. “It was nothing. It didn’t work anyway, so - ”

“No. If it were anyone else, you’d have gotten them on their back at the very least.” Jungkook’s brow ticks in realization. “Hey. You’ve been going to Hoseok for pointers again, haven’t you?”

“No. Of course I - Jungkook, no.” But quickly, as usual, Jimin’s defenses crumble in the face of Jungkook’s intense, withering stare. “Okay - maybe I did, so what?”

“Why?” Am I not good enough for you? Jungkook doeesn’t say. Jimin hears it anyway and whines.

“It’s not like that, Kook, it’s just…”

“If you wanted him to be your coach, why’d you come to me?” Jungkook mutters, sitting back on his haunches and running a frustrated hand through his hair. Jimin can’t place the exact nature of the look on his face - whether it’s irritation or jealousy, or something in between.

After too long a silence, Jungkook gets to his feet, turning to stalk off and brood like he often does, when he gets too worked up and has to take a breather before he ends up taking it out on Jimin. Or when he has too much energy to spare and needs to burn some off, alone, where no one will break and bleed under his fists. Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things, preferring to punch it out.

Jimin scrambles up and latches onto his hand before he can go, palms clammy and shaky from exertion.

“I wanted to impress you,” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook stops in his tracks. He faces Jimin, large eyes widened with shock. “You - what?”

“I wanted to impress you, so I asked Hoseok-hyung to show me a flashy move. He - ” Turning bright red, Jimin sputters, “Don’t laugh, you asshole!”

Choking back the cackles, Jungkook reels Jimin in closer, blocking Jimin’s feeble attempts at smacking some sense into him through his chest. “You wanted to impress me, huh.”

“Shut up. I - I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Jimin threatens, voice wobbly as Jungkook leans down into his space. His attempt at maintaining a fair distance between them has him arching backwards, cheeks aflame.

Jungkook’s smug grin kind of makes him wish he hadn’t fucked up the throw last minute. But it’d been nice to wipe that look off Jungkook’s face even for a second. “So, what was the move he taught you?” 

“Hoseok-hyung called it a - a “dead tree drop”?”

“Hm.” Jungkook releases him abruptly. Jimin almost falls backwards and rights himself with a glare. “That’s one name for it. It’s also called the Kuchiki taoshi, or single leg takedown,” he tells him. “Show me again.”

“I - Huh?”

“Try the throw on me,” Jungkook reiterates impatiently.

“You’re just going to pin me down again if I try.”

Jungkook laughs, and the sound warms Jimin all the way to his belly. “Damn. Caught,” he snickers.

And for a moment, Jimin forgets how tired he is - how his whole body aches from head to toe. Jungkook can get so rough when they spar, Jimin often goes home with bruises on his shins and pink finger marks on his arms and back from where Jungkook had grabbed onto him. Even days later he can feel the ghost-like hold Jungkook has on him, both mentally and physically. His roommate has raised one too many eyebrows at them, wondering why Jimin keeps going back to judo when he’s not particularly invested in it in the first place. Jimin always shrugs, doesn’t have it in him to explain.

It’s not really judo that Jimin’s in love with after all, just Jeon Jungkook.

“No, but seriously, try it again. You just need to fix your posture a bit, but it was good. It was a good start, Jimin.”

As much as Jimin can’t stand Jungkook’s teasing, he can’t stand his praises even more. “It was - Thank you, but it wasn’t - I didn’t even get you,” Jimin says embarrassedly. 

“Show me again,” Jungkook prompts, the look on his face softening.

Jimin edges closer, unsure. Jungkook doesn’t budge when Jimin hesitantly bends down to take hold of his thigh. He peers up at Jungkook’s expression and swallows tightly. “Do… Do you want me to try the throw?”

Jungkook stares down at him wordlessly for several long moments. 

“What - ” Jimin barely has time to feel a sense of foreboding at the grin that stretches Jungkook’s lips before he brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, petting and ruffling his hair aggressively. Jimin straightens with an indignant squawk because - his hair - and makes a valiant effort to move the strands back to their rightful place. Then with heightened resolve, he throws himself at Jungkook in response, reaching up to enact his revenge.

Jungkook’s laughing, barely managing to keep his head out of Jimin’s reach.

“Hold still, you giant brat,” Jimin bites out. 

“Is that any way to talk to your teacher,” Jungkook chortles, but his laughter breaks off when Jimin clambers onto his back, locking his legs around his middle and proceeds to make a mess out of his hair. “You’re gonna get it, Jimin,” he growls.

Jimin hates the way his stomach flips at the warning; the way it clenches when Jungkook manages to grab hold on him, sling him over his shoulder in one smooth motion before sending them both falling down onto the mat. At the last second, he switches their position, keeping Jimin’s body cushioned above him.

“I should make you run laps for this,” he murmurs, and his voice reverberates where their chests are pressed together. Jimin can’t tell if he’s serious, but he isn’t going to risk it.

“You started it,” Jimin says breathlessly. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and all of it Jimin’s doing.

“No, you did. When you went to Jung Hoseok for help instead of me.”

“Can you let it go?” Jimin whines, though the happiness that colours his tone when Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him still is blatant for all ears. “I already told you why I did it.”

Jungkook, with his tongue pressed against his cheek in petulance and obviously not letting it go, mutters, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m your coach. You can’t go fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Competition,” Jimin corrects. “Not enemy.”

“Same thing.” 

It’s not, but Jimin knows when he’s fighting a losing battle. “Alright,” he acquiesces. “I won’t go to Hobi-hyung for help with judo.”

“’Hobi-hyung’?” Jungkook echoes. “When’d he become ‘Hobi-hyung’? His first name is Competition - ”

“Jungkook, oh my god.”

“You’re not gonna lose to him at the next tournament, you got that Jimin? He’s gonna eat your tiny little fists and - ”

Jungkookie,” Jimin says with increasing exasperation.

“You’re gonna stand up there on the podium with that gold fucking medal around your neck, and he’s gonna bask in awe as you dead tree kick everyone’s ass after I help you make it perfect - ”

Jimin can’t help the giggles that bubble up, both at the serious set of Jungkook’s brows and the competitive fire burning in his eyes. “Alright. Whatever you say.” He sits up, and Jungkook follows suit. Jimin’s on his lap now, and he tries not to notice that fact. Tries.

“Your stance was a little too high just now. You need to lower yourself more, your center of gravity, and your grip wasn’t in the right place. You need to - ”

“Slow down, you’re rambling,” Jimin says with great fondness.

Jungkook pauses for a breath. “… And - ” 

His eyes widen for the briefest moment, before they shut. Jimin doesn’t know where the sudden courage had come from, but this close to Jungkook’s face, Jimin felt brave. It doesn’t feel so out of reach when their bodies are flush together, and Jungkook’s hands are coming up to frame his cheeks, still warm from exertion. Their mouths coming together, again and again, Jungkook’s tongue sliding against his, feels just like another one of their sparring matches.

When they break apart, panting heavily, Jungkook’s got that boyish grin on his face - the one that gets Jimin’s insides all twisted into knots, every damn time without fail. “You need to work on your technique.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin complains. Then, softer, and so fucking in love with Jeon Jungkook: “You gonna show me how it’s done, golden boy?”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

Peach Plum Pear

Ichiruki. AU. Not!Angst.

Joanna Newsom | Peach Plum Pear

For @blooming-stars​: ‘rukia as a sassy bartender that ichigo has a crush on ; )’!

This is loosely based on the idea that they would find each other in any universe and both just know that they were meant to be. (So, soulmates, I guess…) Enjoy! Thank you for your patience! 1286 words.

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Work is good.

Work is that kind of monotonous printing-press process, right now, and it’s good. It’s good, isn’t it? It’s getting him money. It keeps him busy - keeps him up at 6 AM every morning and until 12 at night - and really, that’s all he could ask for.

Other things? Less good.

The feeling that his one-person apartment was a two in a past life, and that the cupboard in his bedroom used to be full of dresses and sunhats and some colour, and maybe something artsy - not like his monotone business suits and dress pants (and that one old t-shirt from his childhood that reads nice mood, or something).

Work is good for the next few months.

Then, even work begins to feel misplaced. As if for all the daily routines he does he’s still missing 5 hours of something that should have been there next to him to begin with. And, yeah, Kurosaki Ichigo has never been a man of fate (or faith, for that matter). But he did grow up seeing ghosts at 3 AM cowering underneath his bed covers so, yeah, he thinks that he can handle a little bit of…

Déjà vu, he could call it. Yet he has a feeling it’s a little more unavoidable.

(Maybe, a little more catastrophic).

.

Déjà vu is still the only explanation he has for why he finds comfort in the wooden beams of a bar a few blocks from his workplace.

It’s on one of those days where the rain mixes with the scent of asphalt to create a heady, warding concussion, one of those days where he feels the burden of something inexplicable. (One of those days is becoming most of those days, but he doesn’t want to title the unexplained just yet).

      He breathes.

There is a tingle of embers under his skin as he walks through the doors, so he thinks that, maybe, the downpour has drenched his nerves, too.

(Or rather, until he catches sight of a 4”8 figure of regal lethality, he realises that he has previously had few embers to compare it to).

She starts a wildfire.

      He sighs.

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Giriboy: so i bought this shirt from LA, but this (the magnetic tag) didnt come off, you see this? I bought this but the thing didnt come off and i cant speak english so [person in crowd offering to help him take it off] no no it cant be removed i’ve tried removing it so i just wore it out like this i cant speak english so i couldnt go back there again and ask them to remove it for me…yea its nt that i stuck it there myself…

Cr: zhouzzzzzhou

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I think Ren and Noiz both trying new things together would be cute.  Since they both have so much to learn after living isolated/as an ALLmate I think the little things would get Ren excited (like the inside of a dreamsicle being white instead of orange like the outside).  Noiz tries not to get drawn into it but…well…

Also this ask…has been in my box for over a year…I am so sorry.

Blind Dating||Part Two {S.M}

requested// a part two to my imagine, Blind Dating

author’s note// literally all of my second parts suck maybe this one will make a difference ayo hope yalike!

masterlist || link to part one

You were in Shawn’s truck. Which felt weird, cause you never got into strange men’s cars. Of course, no one should do that, but this felt weird. And not the bad kind of weird that made you feel like you were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, the kind of weird that gave you butterflies. His hand was on your thigh, and that also felt weird. But again, the good kind of weird. The kind of weird that confused you, since you had never even liked anyone’s hands on your thigh before. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, which caused you to shift and that caused him to remove his hand from your leg. A pang of sadness washed over you, and you almost instantly pushed it away, mentally scolding yourself. 

He could do the same thing as the last one did. Don’t get too close. Don’t fall too deep. 

You picked up your phone from your back pocket. It was Joey. 

“Is that Joey or Leo?” He chuckled. His chuckle was absolutely beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve heard, next to his voice. You had stayed up hours the previous night listening to his covers and even some of his original songs. You weren’t even slightly surprised he was so famous. You stared at him, slightly creepily. But you really hadn’t gotten a chance to really take him in. And he was perfect. His jawline was glorious, but it wasn’t so sharp that he resembled a rat. (like some guys you had seem, i.e Jared from The Bachelor franchise) He was very handsome, but not so handsome that he looked like a Ken doll. He was lean, but he wasn’t super buff like a body builder. “Y/n?” He glances over at you for a moment, since it had been a good two minutes of complete silence, and you turned a bright shade of tomato red. Hoping to God that he didn’t notice your stalker like staring. 

“Oh, um, yeah. It was Joey.” You uttered, still praying that he didn’t notice, trying to mask any embarrassment. You didn’t do a very good job. 

“What did he say?” He chuckled again. 

Jesus, that laugh.  

You let out a little laugh.

“He just wanted to know where we are.” You quickly sent a message back to him.

“I said we were just driving around, getting to know one another.” You glanced over at Shawn and smiled. His hand went back to your thigh and your heart skipped a beat.

“Be sure to say thanks to Leo, I’m glad he set this up.” He didn’t have to look over at you for you to know he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin, and his hand tightened ever so slightly on your thigh.

“Yeah, and thanks to Joey for forcing me to leave the house.” You huffed jokingly. Shawn didn’t even titter.

“Why wouldn’t you leave the house?” You looked over at him, and he wasn’t even trying to push down that frown that was plastered across his face. You started to panic. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Your heart started beating so fast and loud, you were almost one hundred percent sure that Shawn could hear it.

“Um, I got out of a serious long term relationship recently, and Joey said it is time for me to um, yanno, get back out there. So he uh, called Leo to get us together I guess, before you um, go out on tour.” You stuttered, wringing your hands. He was probably about to take you home, not wanting to get involved with someone still seemed affected by a relationship.

“Yeah, I’m glad he did so! How did you know I was going on tour?” He raised an eyebrow as a thin grin appeared on his face. The weight that was on your shoulders only moments ago had almost completely vanished. He didn’t seem to mind. It made you kinda… happy?

“Joey said you most likely were, with that album coming out. Your EP was amazing by the way!” You complimented, putting your hand on top of his. There weren’t exactly sparks flying everywhere, but it felt so right. It felt like your hands belonged together. Your fingers wrapped around his palm as he loosened his grip just slightly on your leg.

“Thank you! Leo send me the link to your YouTube channel, so I watched a few of your films. They are absolutely amazing!” He beamed, and your heart melted. Your ex never watched one of your films. Even the one he was featured in.

“Really?” You unintentionally squeaked.

“Yeah! My favorite was the true crime one, that made a police station look like a reality TV show. I laughed so hard, it was hilarious!” He started laughing at the memory. That film was your favorite, you had hired some actual actors for that one, so you were proud of it. You even got your ex to watch the first five minutes of it, but he said it just wasn’t even funny.

“Really? Oh my God, thank you! That is probably my favorite one as well.” You chuckled, tightening your grip on his hand, which caused him to let go of your leg, but take hold of your hand, entwining your fingers. You skin felt buzzed, like you somehow got slightly high just off of his skin touching yours. Your entwined fingers lied in your lap, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t felt something feel more right than this did. “Maybe sometime you can be in one of my films.” You suggested. He looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Man, that’d be great.” He chuckled again.

God, that laugh of his.

“Maybe you’ll be the muse of one of my songs.” He looked over at you and winked. Your entire body melted into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You held back a grin that was so dangerously close to creeping across your face.

“Well, it is almost twelve in the morning, and I would hate to get you in trouble on our first date. How about I run you home.” He smiled, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing it. You thought you were about to go into cardiac arrest. He was doing small romantic things guys never ever did on first dates without ulterior motive.

“Yeah, but actually can you take me to Joey’s? I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going to sleepover at his house and tell him all about this.” You laughed, your cheeks turning into a blush.

“Ah, perfect! I actually know where that is!” He replied, taking a sharp turn. “It’s just around the corner, coincidentally.” He pulled his hand away, which cause another pang of sadness to enter your body, but you pushed it away.

Jesus Christ, Y/n. He has to drive.

“Ah, here we go.” He pulled into Joey’s driveway, and you were so glad that Leo’s car was not in the driveway. You had walked in on Leo and Joey once, which was one too many times.

“Thank you so much.” You grinned, clicking off your seat-belt. “You have my cell phone number, right?” You were hoping that was a good enough hint that said ‘call me.’

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He replied, grabbing onto your hand.

Mission accomplished.

“Okay um well, then I gue-” Shawn cut you off in the most amazing way you could’ve asked to be cut off in.

Shawn leaned in and kissed you. Again, you didn’t feel the sparks or fireworks, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that that was just for the movies and books. But it felt right. It felt perfect. It felt like your lips and his belonged together, and maybe they did. And you for sure felt incomplete when his lips left yours.

“I’ll um… Talk to you tomorrow.” You somehow stumbled out of the car, seemingly drunken just from Shawn’s lips. You managed to get yourself to Joey’s front door. The door was locked, so you knocked on it, lightly of course, hoping not to wake his parents. Thankfully, Joey opened up the front door, wearing Leo’s hockey sweatshirt and his own pajama pants.

“Hey, can I sleepover tonight?” You giggled, basically falling over in complete giddy lovestruckness.

“Come on in and spill the tea, love.”


author’s note// HEY GUYS so i tried a new thing with the texts idk if i like it but yanno we will see tell me what you think!!! also send me asks for bulletpoints and questions please im desperate and wanna answer stuff ahhhh okay i drank so much coffee AHHHHH!!

Sprain

Pairing: Kagehina 
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary:

Hinata hurts himself and Kageyama has some Feelings.


He’s never broken a bone before so he can’t be sure, but Hinata thinks that this is maybe what it would feel like.

It’s painful, sure, but it’s also kind of hot, and heavy, and just…big, too big for his skin, and it throbs along with the blood pumping in his ears and he thinks he might actually be dying, honestly.

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