if you squint like a whole lot

things some girls do that are cute

-scrunch up their nose when they smile/laugh

-long hair: put in ponytails. bonus if the ponytail bounces

-curly hair: just cute no matter what ?? 

-short hair: b e d h e a d

-running a hand through their hair absentmindedly when they’re thinking

-also having short hair but it’s kind of grown out past its shape so their hairs just really floppy

-wear clothes that are too big and the sleeves go over their hands

-flannel shirts

- b l u s h i n g

-get really excited about things they like and their whole face lights up when you mention it

-being happy

-love their pets a lot

-squint when doing makeup like it’s the most complicated thing ever because tbh it is

-sing/hum under their breath thinking no one can hear

-love their friends a lot

- ;) 

girls are such a blessing oh my g o d

Come to the dark side, or not.

 Anonymous said:

Ok, so I’m at a scene and I have my two main characters in adjoining prison cells. He’s been captured because he turned against the dark force and had been secretly helping the light because he fell for the female lead, and she was fighting for the light all along, but the darker side has been trying to coerce her into joining. Could you do some dialogue where she’s ready to give in and he tries to talk her out of it?

 Anonymous said:
Villain x hero prompts, the hero turns into the dark side to be with her!

Anonymous said:
Aaaaaahhhh! Your Villain x Hero prompts give me life!!!!! Could you possibly do some on the villain trying to get the hero to join them? I’m having a bit of writers block. PS! I love your blog!!!! 😍

 1) “You think surrender will save people?” Maybe, given the situation, he should be gentle but he was simply too furious.  After everything, how could she think for even a second that they were the better option? She’d seen what they’d done to him! “It won’t. Trust me, that’s not how these people work. You surrender and they win. Game over. Maybe your friends will still be alive but it will be in misery, or hey, maybe they’ll just kill everyone anyway because it’s not like you’re going to stop them.”

2) “I love her.”
“Clearly to the point of madness. She’s sweet to you, that’s great, good for you. I’m sure you’ll be very happy making love not war when the rest of us rot. Tell me - tell me just one thing-” their best friend’s voice cracked. “What sacrifices is she making for you? What is she doing to prove her love to you or is it just you that’s making the compromises?”
“She’s not the one currently trying to ruin everything. Yeah, so sorry that I did the selfish thing for once to be happy. I thought maybe I’d done enough for the lot of you.”
“The lot of us? I take it back, you two are perfect for each other.”

3) “They want you to fight for them, but they’re scared of what you can do. Terrified of your power just as they’re frightened of mine. Do you really think,” the villain leaned in close. “That when I’m gone they’re not going to turn on you?”

4) “Sometimes,” her voice drifted through the wall, so empty and lost. “I think I’m not as strong as you think I am.”
He swallowed hard.“Please.” He wished he could reach out to touch, to gather her up close through the cold stone walls and make it better because he knew how hard it was to resist them. The only reason he’d been able to do it was because of her. “You don’t have to fight forever, just a little bit longer, yeah? A few seconds, a few minutes, a day. Break it down. You saved me. Now I’m going to save you and get you out of here, okay?”
He had no idea. Still, he injected some confidence into his voice. “You forget, these are my old stomping grounds. I’ve still got some strings to pull here.” And maybe that string would now end up being a hangman’s noose, but if it saved her…well, if it saved her he’d do anything.

5) “Come, now.” The villain held out her hand. Implacable, expectant, calm in her waiting. “Let me make it all better.”
They crossed over and maybe it wasn’t better but falling was a lot like flying when you squinted right.

6) “I could give you the whole speech,” the villain strolled closer. “Threaten to kill your friends, life of luxury, oh no all your friends are really turned against you…blah blah blah.”
The hero watched them warily. 
“I think you’re too strong for that,” the villain said. “Not easily swayed or broken. It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you. You’d do anything to save them.” The villain sighed. “So I think I’m just going to do this is instead.”
They zapped the memory-wiper against the hero’s skull, shattering all memory of life before, and promptly switched their face to concerned. “Oh thank god, I finally found you…”

Glasses?  (10th Doctor x Reader)

Hey guys!  So I’m back with a request!  I get super excited when I get requests because I love taking them especially when they’re a rarity for me.  So send them!  Give me the requests!  Also I’m talking to the person who requested this, I have glasses.  Don’t be ashamed of having glasses.  I can’t do contacts.  They just scare me.  I don’t like the idea of putting them over my eyes.  I’d rather just have my glasses thank you.  Anyways this was requested by @imagineswithfandoms.

Request: Hi! I just got my glasses and I feel sorta self conscious and tomorrow there’s this Christmas party and all my friends are going to see me than the day after my whole family so I was hoping I could request a 10 x reader where reader got glasses and she’s self conscious (my situation) and 10 is like they look good and fluff please 💖 Oh and happy holidays to you ❣️

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Reader

Warnings: None?

*not my picture*

“Ugh.”  I said as I took a seat next to the console of the TARDIS.  I just took some time off from traveling with the Doctor to go home.  That’s when my mom noticed I squinted a lot when I was trying to see something.  That’s when she decided I needed to go get my eyes checked out.  Turns out I need glasses.  I hated the idea of wearing these things.  I don’t want people to make fun of me for wearing them least of all the guy who I have a major crush on.  

“Hey, you’re back!”  The Doctor said excitedly as he entered from the hallway to all the other rooms in the TARDIS.  He gave me a quick hug and started pushing buttons and stuff.  “So where do you want to go?”  

“I don’t know.  Anywhere you’re just itching to take me?”  

“I have just the place.”  He stopped and looked at me just now noticing I was wearing glasses.  I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t, but he’s one of the most observant people in all of time and space.  “You got glasses.”

“Yeah, I hate them.”  I said taking them off.

“No, no, no.  Don’t take them off.”  He said grabbing them and putting them back on my face.  “They look perfect on you.”  

“No they don’t.  I look awful with them.”

“Who told you that?”

“No one but I hate them.”

“Hold on.”  The Doctor said as he ran off.  He then came back with a pair of glasses and put them on.  “Does this make you feel better?”

“But you look good in glasses in the cute nerd kind of way.”  

“And you don’t think you’re cute?”  

“No I’m far from cute.”

“Well, I’ve always thought you were cute, but these glasses make you even cuter, which I didn’t think was possible.”  


“No, Y/N I will tell you everyday if I have to.  I’ll even wear my glasses everyday if you want me to.”

“You’re the best.”  I said giving him a hug.

“No you’re the best.”  He said.  

Have You Got A Twin? (Miniminter)

Have you Got a Twin?

 Miniminter x Black! Reader 

bit of fluff, mostly comedy 
Requested? Yes! This was requested by one of my best friends @catwomano-o I hope you like it lovely! 

 For the first time in a while, the Sidemen house became restless, tired of sitting in the same room, same chair, all day and night. So, they decided to have a day out, consisting of mostly shopping for food and furnishing for their home, Tobi tagging along as well. 

 The five of them were leaving Jamba Juice, wanting something light on their stomach before they got grumpy, already agreeing that they would not go to Nandos until they were done doing what they had to do. Simon, was beyond ready to go back to his comfortable spot in his chair after only being out for two hours, and Josh was getting really tired of the youngers whining. 

 "Just go sit down Simon!“ Josh exclaimed, irritation thick in his tone. The blonde huffed and stormed out of the store, sitting down on a bench outside of the clothing shop. Simon shook his knee impatiently, trying to occupy himself with his phone, but nothing was making the time go by any faster. 

 "Um, excuse me, but do you have a twin?” His ears perked up at the attention he could potentially be receiving, his blue eyes glancing away from his phone and towards the voice. There stood casually was a dark skinned woman, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. However, he also noticed the mischief recognition in her eyes. She was a fan. 

 "What?“ Simon chuckled a bit, finding it amusing at how ditzy the woman was being. She laughed a whole hearted laugh, stuffing her hands into her pockets semi awkwardly. 

 "Do you have a twin..?” She repeated, her eyes shining with mischief and slight admiration. Suddenly, before Simon could answer, the beautiful woman pulled out her phone, her curls falling in front of her face. 

 "Because you look a lot like him" The woman shoved her phone into his face, Simon squinting a bit before he could register what he was seeing. It was one of his… more well known pictures. The blonde covered his face in embarrassment, letting out a mix of a groan and a whine. The woman started giggling wildly, letting the blonde take her phone out her nimble hands and move it up so it was next to his face. 

 "We are the same person!“ Simon exclaimed, moving his finger from his face to the picture on the screen rapidly. The woman stared for a while, clicking her tongue while acting as if she was really thinking. She loves how frustrated Simon was getting.

 "Are you sure? He’s way more attractive” The woman stated as if it was a fact, making Simon shoot his hands up in the air in surrender, moving so his head was dipped back. At this point, he knew the girl was just taking the piss out of this whole situation, so he decided to get his revenge. 

 What started as just a quick jab to her side, turned into a full out tickle war, the pair of giggling people sat on the bench getting some strange looks from those around them. Simon had one leg hooked over the dark skinned woman’s thighs, trapping her against the bench as his pale fingers ran up and down her sides, neck and arms, finding her sensitive spots quite quickly. 

 "Simon! Simon please!“ The woman laughed out, the blonde pausing at the mention of his names. The man shook his fist in the air in triumph, basking in the attention he was finally receiving. 

 "You DO know who I am!” Simon cheered childishly, making the woman, he had currently trapped, giggle and blush lightly. Simon learned that she laughed a lot, and it was music to his ears. 

 "Yeah yeah yeah. Prick" she muttered, making the blonde snap his head towards hers, eyes squinted.

 "What was that?“ Simon tempted, fingers ready to strike where ever they need to. The dark skinned woman shrunk back, on the bench and into her army green jacket, almost as if she was a turtle. 

 "Prick” she whispered, her eyes challenging, but her body language screaming fear. Simon looked her over for a moment before he moved so he was practically straddling her, making sure she didn’t just throw him off immediately. 

 "What are you doing? Get off of me!“ She whined, smacking at his back lightly as his arms slung around his neck, his cheek pressing against the top of her head. It was strange to anyone who was passing by, as Simon was literally almost twice the size of her.

 "Hiiii” he greeted as if he was child, giggling while tickling the back of her neck, causing her to shriek. “Simon!” She whined, trying to squirm out from underneath him. Simon laughed a whole hearted laugh and gripped her shoulders, pushing himself up and off of her. “So what’s your name?” Simon asked curiously, shoulders pressed against hers as he glanced to his side, right into her dark cheek. Even her side profile was beautiful.

 "Y/N" she grinned, moving her head so her eyes met his. Simons breath hitched, and his mind became cloudy. 

 "Y/N..“ he breathed out, lips parted so he looked as if he was breathing properly, even though his breath was incredibly shallow. A blush creeped up onto her cheeks, shifting her gaze to the concrete ground. 

 "Don’t get all shy now” Simon nudged the woman, teasing her enough to bring back the bright personality he found so intriguing. Y/N felt a fire erupt within her, the fiery gaze snapping to his stupid blonde head. The blonde shot his hands up in surrender, shrinking back slightly. 

 "Alright ok, don’t gotta look at me like that" Simon sassed, drawing another giggle out of the woman, making his heart flutter. The pair talked for thirty minutes straight, not only getting to know each other but also acting as if they had been friends for years, but it soon came to an end, the other four men coming out of the shop with bags.

 However, the minute the four men saw Simon Minter socializing with a female, they froze, especially at the fact that it was a beautiful, dark skinned female who was way out of Simons league. Y/N and Simon giggled a bit more, pushing and shoving each other before the rest of the men walked up to the pair, smirks plastered on their faces. 

 "Hello" Tobi spoke up politely, sending the female a polite smile. Y/N gawked at all three of them, not believing her eyes. 5/7ths of the sidemen were standing right before her, and her whole body shut down.

 "Oh my god, is Y/N L/N really speechless?!“ Simon teased, dragging the woman out of her trance. Y/N punched the blonde in the arm before lifting herself up off of the bench. 

 "It was nice talking to you Simon” Y/N winked, strolling down the street with Simons gaze burning holes into her back, smiling smugly to herself. 

 "She’s bit out of your league isn’t she Simon?“ JJ joked, but Simon couldn’t even argue with him, knowing it was undeniably true. 

 "So out of my league” He trailed off before smiling smugly, waving his phone around “But I still got her number”

anonymous asked:

so...i'm kind of new to the whole TW thing (i know, i know, i'm 6 years too late) but at the beginning i was mostly just interested in sterek and read lots and lots of their fics before i started to pick up on the show. i'm on season 3 now, and every time jennifer and derek comes up on screen i feel like throwing up. one, bc i know jennifer's using der (wiki'd their character profiles, ha) and two, bc i'm jealous and upset (on stiles behalf) :c am i dumb to feel this way?

Hey anon, welcome to the fandom! <3

Trust me, that is absolutely not dumb. I feel the same way about a certain person Stiles starts dating in a season or so, on Derek’s behalf. Some people can multiship with those two but I absolutely can’t, and it hurts me to see them forced into uncomfortable relationships with other people. (Especially when those other people are kind of awful and horribly suited to them.)

The comforting thing (and also, kind of completely awful thing) about the Derek and Jennifer relationship is that I am absolutely convinced (as is fandom in general) that Jennifer is magically manipulating Derek into this relationship. That she’s using… well, I’m not sure how far you are and how much you know about the arc so I’ll stay vague, but that she’s using a spell on him to make him fall for her so quickly. (Because I mean… come on. Derek, with Derek’s trust issues, falling for someone in all of seven seconds? Not likely.)

And… ok, I want to go into details again but I won’t, but if you watch carefully at one point you’ll see Stiles break her hold on Derek. You’ll see Derek care so much specifically about Stiles, and Stiles not hurting, that Derek pushes past Jennifer’s spell and questions her. Moves against her. And that’s… ugh, that’s just a beautiful touch of Sterek, and IMO worth the arc of Derek dating someone else.

But feel free to come to me here or in chat to complain about the ick of the non-Sterekness (or flail about the awesome Sterek moments we do have!!) or anything else as you move through the series!

And keep on reminding yourself to help get you through: these other relationships are fleeting. Sterek is eternal.


Excerpt“That’s right, Babyboy,” Phil breathed shakily as he carded his fingers through Dan’s brown locks. “Take all my cock like the thirsty bitch you really are.”

Summary: (Prison!AU) In which Dan had been in a fight in prison(again) and Phil came to…remind him of his place.

Genre: smut wow

Warning: Uhm the whole fic is just sex.  Contains shower sex, themes of dom/sub, lots of bAD WORDS, if you squint you’ll see degradation!kink.  LOTS OF SIN!!

Words: 1, 906 sins

A/N: of first of all this is for my thirsty friend glossybutt cHRIST who introduced me to some website that inspired me to write this. thanks shae!!! im so ashaemed!! also thanks to beb cherryblossom-phil on reading through this fic(she told me there weren’t any errors so im sO SORRY IF YOU SAW ONE). oh wow look alice have added another thing on the a/n bit BRO i just hiT seven thousand??? br rorbro br o im so supposed to be doing my research project but oh well

Droplets of water fell gently on Dan’s shoulders, its cold temperature hitting Dan’s warm skin.

Then he let out a sigh.

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anonymous asked:

A shy reader sending their pikipek and confession letter to guzma!

I had to add some humor in this one. Forgive me.

Bear with me. I have a Pikipek named Pearl.

“Ouchie! Pearl, stop biting my head!”

Pikipek didn’t give a shit. She kept using her little beak to peck and scold at you, angry that you were up past your bedtime. Your Pokémon went to bed with the sun and expected you to follow suit. Whenever you didn’t it annoyed her, and she tormented you until you went to sleep.

“Ouch!” You whined, waving her away with your pencil, “Please stop!”

She was relentless. Your pikipek continued to poke and prod you, her shrill tweeting sure to attract the attention of any night owls still prowling around the house. You finally managed to simmer her down once you completed your letter, covering it in pretty stickers you’d gotten for free at the convenience store when Plumeria had taken you shopping last week. Once it was folded and ready to go, you turned to your Pikipek ready to strike a bargain.

“Ok Pearl, do you know what this is?” You indicated to the letter and she huffed, “This is a real important letter I wanna send to Boss Man… I like him a whole lot and I finally got to tell him how I feel since I can’t say pretty words out loud… Can you do something for me?”

She squinted. A judgmental glance. ‘What are you up to and why aren’t you in bed?’ said her eyes.

“Pearl, I want you to fly this over to Boss Man’s room. Give it to him, then come right back and I’ll go to bed and wait to see what happens tomorrow.”




Quickly, she snatched the letter from your palms and flew out the open window into the night. Thankfully the rain was no more than a dull sprinkle tonight, so your heart beat insanely fast when you heard her little beak make a “pitterpatterpitterpatter” noise against Guzma’s window. It took her some time, but she finally returned once you had managed to slip under the covers and try not to cry. Pikipek had the envelope in her mouth. You assumed the worst, thinking perhaps he had rejected your affections and would leave you pining after him for the rest of your life. Yet when Pikipek kept nudging it towards you, curiosity got the better of you.

“What’s this Pearl?” you ask softly, “He didn’t want it?”

The envelope was empty, note was gone. On the reverse side of the envelope however, there was a new message in crude black sharpie:

“Send Nudes”

Confessions to a Consultant Detective - Request

Requested by anon:  hiii, can you do a john watson x reader where the reader is jealous because john have a date, so when she thinks that he goes out she admits to sherlock that she loves john, but john actually didn’t leave and listen what she said? thank you :)

Summary: After John goes out on a date, Sherlock and (Y/N) share an odd conversation about her true feelings for the doctor, without knowing that John hadn’t really left the building.

Pairing: John x reader

Word count: 2,050

Warnings: None.

A/N: Sherlock working as Cupid… An idea I never had until today. This will be fun. Also, I’m so proud of the title I chose… It’s awful, but I love it.


Originally posted by hobbitbilbo

John the Bachelor. With his hedgehog face and bright blue eyes, grey hair and that huge heart he had that made Sherlock Holmes seem to be even worse. No, John the Bachelor wasn’t like that, but Dr. John Hamish Watson was.

Not many people noticed the difference, and the ones that did never cared to remark it. That’s what press does: it turns you into a character, a person with limited, repetitive traits. A soulless monster. Which is exactly what they had made John appear to be to the eyes of the blind.

A man who’s only two purposes in life were following Sherlock Holmes on every adventure and case he decided to take and to flirt with every single girl in England - and maybe even further. He was the womanizer, according to the papers; one that could never be satisfied with just a single woman. He needed many, he needed all of them.

Fortunately, neither Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Mycroft nor (Y/N) saw him like that. On the contrary, for them he was that brave, wise and kind man looking for the love of his life… Always in vain.

He wasn’t a womanizer, not at all, but rather a man who’s type was open for any woman to fulfil. After all, love can be found at the most unexpected places, with the most unexpected people.

This is exactly the conversation (Y/N) and Sherlock shared right after John left on yet another date.

(Y/N), who had always had a soft spot for that ex-military doctor and how selfless he was, couldn’t help but to feel jealous when a ginger beauty got his eyes at a bar nearby. Her curvy body and the deepness of her grey eyes had made John fall almost instantly attracted for her, and, as any other smart girl who read the papers, she didn’t say no when he asked her out.

The theatre, the park, a fancy restaurant… It didn’t really matter where he took them. The reporters and paparazzi would always be there, expectant, craving for some news. Meanwhile, the girls would enjoy their five minutes of fame as “another one of the Watson’s girls.”

“It’s unbelievable!” (Y/N) fumed as she shattered – or tried to – the newspaper that Mrs. Hudson had kindly got them that morning.

“It is indeed.” Sherlock agreed, although he wasn’t paying total attention to her words.

“A womanizer, a Bachelor who’s appetite can’t be satisfied… What kind of press is this?” She continued.

“The bad kind.” Sherlock muttered, “Wait, press? I thought we were talking about how unbelievably jealous you are of his date.”

“Not funny.” She hissed. Sherlock smiled widely, mockingly, as his eyes got framed by many crinkles and his pearly white teeth showed.

“I find it hilarious.” He chuckled and the grin vanished, returning to his usual serious face. “I believe you should ask him out.”

“Right, you’re the expert.” She snapped sarcastically.

“Well, I understand how everybody wants a bit of space in the newspapers… And you haven’t gotten much credit in spite of being of great help during our cases.” Sherlock said nonchalantly, “You deserve those five minutes of fame.”

“I don’t want fame, Sherlock!” She exclaimed, “You honestly don’t understand the real deal here, do you?”

Sherlock pouted for a second as his mind wandered to every last bit of information in his brain. “I believe not.”

“Sherlock Holmes. The great Sherlock Holmes can’t deduce something as simple and obvious as this.” A loud laugh left her lips.

“I deduce that you are especially sarcastic today.” Sherlock observed. He flopped on his chair and gestured for her to take Watson’s seat. She obeyed. “Explain to me, (Y/N). What goes on in that little head of yours?”

“You honestly don’t know?” She inquired. Sherlock thought it for a second before shaking his head in fake defeat.

“But I sense that it’s something related to John… Possibly physical attraction involved.”

“It’s more than that.” She whispered as he spoke.

“Explain to me, then.” Sherlock asked once more, making sure to wink at her – or at least that’s what she believed.

“John is… I… uh…”

How to explain feelings to a man incapable of feeling? Sherlock Holmes was heartless, unable to feel empathy for anyone, cold minded and utterly sceptic of the existence of love. Then how would she explain that, whenever Watson said her name, her heart skipped a beat? How to explain that every time her eyes met his she inertly prayed for him to feel the same connection she felt? How to explain that every smile, ever minimal touch or simple the fact of being in the same room made her whole week a lot happier? How to explain that his pain was shared by her, even when she didn’t truly understand it, because just seeing him broken broke her?

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Lost and Found

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 1800

Summary: After years on her own after a hunt gone wrong, the reader runs into someone she’s spent endless of time missing. Someone she never thought she’d meet again.

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione, @samanddeanshotsis, @winchesters-favorite-girl

A/N: So, I totally forgot about maybe preparing something for Dean’s birthday. I promise I knew his b-day was today though! But, I looked through my drafts and found this, luckily. 

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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Fragmented - Optional Bias Fluff/Angst Scenario (Soulmate!AU)

wow two scenarios in one week, that’s like extraordinary for me, anyways, this has been sitting in my docs for like a month, i just never finished it, but now i have so, hope you enjoy

prompt: he purposely breaks his soulmate clock so he can be with someone he fell in love with that isn’t his soulmate.

“Can you stop staring at me?” You request, eyes not leaving the thick book sitting on your lap.

You can see him blink from the opposite side of the couch, cheeks tinting red as he leans back in his chair.

“I wasn’t staring,” He mumbles in his jacket, cool persona almost slipping away.

“Yes, you were, I saw you.”

He just groans in response, pulling his phone out and opting to ignore your playful gaze.

“Hey,” You call from your side of the couch.

He glances at you for a second before turning back to his phone, but you can see the right side of his mouth turn up.

“Let me see your clock.”

“I thought I told you to leave it alone.”
“I’m just so anxious, I want to know…” You whine.

He thrusts his wrist in your face and you grab it, pulling his cardigan sleeve up to look at the ticking clock imprinted on his veins.

“You have 20 minutes! Oh my god,”

You never knew how soon it would come. You had known for so long that eventually you would both find your soulmates, but you didn’t think it would happen so soon.

Your soulmate wouldn’t be met by you for another 8 months, but his, one of your best friend’s, was to only meet his in 20 minutes.

The idea of chosen soulmates always worked on his nerves, he never liked to bring it up and he never liked to talk about it.

“Don’t we have to pick up our dim sum order in a few minutes? Oh my god, you’re gonna meet her there.”

He rolls his eyes, softly yanking his hand away from your clutch and going back to his phone.

“Why are you so moody now? You’re about to meet the love of your life.” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice at this, so you coughed.

“I don’t care to meet her, that’s why.”

“Oh, you’re so….” You couldn’t find a word so you just groaned.

“Let’s just go pick up the food, I’m hungry.” He stands from his spot on the couch.

“Ok, let’s go.”

You were more anxious than he was as you both walked out the door, but you knew why you were so jittery.

And it wasn’t from excitement.

You both had walked into the store minutes ago, and you looked around at all the women in the restaurant trying to figure out who it was.

“Would you quit?” He chuckled behind you. “It’s my soul mate, not yours.”

“I know, but I’m still…curious.”

“Mhm.” He muttered, hand on the small of your back as he pushed you forward towards the counter.

Nobody stood at the cashier until a few minutes after you both had been standing there awkwardly.

She was young, around your age, short, had long black hair, big eyes and red cheeks.

You knew as soon as she looked behind you that it was her.

Of course, it was her.

Of course, the insanely pretty cashier at the Chinese restaurant downtown was the soulmate of your best friend.

You looked to him, spirit deflating as you watched him struggling to get his words out, and avoiding eye contact with the girl in front of you.

He clears his throat and you turn to look at the girl, her eyes flicker to his hand still on your back but she quickly looks away, focusing on him once again.

You’re surprised to hear a deep mutter near your ear and it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking to you.

“Huh?” You look back at him.

“I’m going to the bathroom, you can just take the order and head to the car.”

You nod, turning back to the pretty cashier.

“Uhm, I have a take out order…”

She zones back in on you, visibly not paying full attention as she watches him retreat into the men’s bathroom.

She doesn’t answer you, turning behind her to pick up the three large take out bags behind her before handing them to you lazily.

You tell her that he’s paying and she nods before turning away.

You decide to just do as he says and walk to the car, pouting as you buckled yourself in and waited for him to leave.

How long did it take to get one girl’s number?

You sigh as you lean against the window.

He appears minutes later, grimacing as he opens his door and quickly works to start the car.

“So how’d it go?” You mutter from your side of the seat.

“Huh?” You knew he heard you.

You decided to leave it alone, since you could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

“Do you want to go back to my house or yours?”

“Mine. I need to feed Monggu.” You answer.

He nodded, leaning back in his seat as he turned towards your condo.

“I know you really aren’t in the mood, but what happened?” You whine.

You were chewing on a beef dumpling, swinging in the stool that was near your breakfast bar.

“Nothing happened, I paid her and left.”
“No, you were gone for like 10 minutes.”

“I don’t think I have to discuss what I do in the bathroom with you.”

“You would never do anything like that in a public restroom, I know you.”

He stays quiet, scratching your dog behind his ears and pretending to watch the TV.

“Lemme see your clock.”

“What? Why?”

You stood up, reaching out for his arm.
You knew something was up when he put his arm behind his back, leaning onto it to ensure you wouldn’t get to it.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not, I just don’t think it matters.”

“If it doesn’t matter let me see.”
He slowly moves his wrist towards you, wincing as you pull his sleeve up.

“Why’s there bruises where your clock’s supposed to be?”

You looked closer, seeing dull zero’s zoning in and out.

“What…did you do?”

He pulled his arm back, pulling his sleeve down and going back to his lunch.


“What did you do to your clock?” You spoke more forcefully.

“I broke it.”

You both stare at each other in absolute silence after that. His eyes are filled with boredom and you can tell yours are filled with confusion.

“Why would you do that? She was basically perfect for you. She’s been your perfect match since you were born.”

“She was dull, nothing I hadn’t seen before, I went to school with girls that looked like her.”

“But she probably had a really good personality, or-”

“Leave it alone, I didn’t want her.”

“So, are you just gonna be alone for the rest of your life, is that your plan?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he tugs on your arm, letting you stand between his legs.

He pulls on your left arm, hands clasping around your fingers as he flashes your clock in both of your faces.

“8 months, huh?”


“Aren’t you going back to America in 7 months?”


“So, you think he’ll be there?”
“I know he’ll be there.”

He stays silent for a few minutes, squinting at the seconds ticking by on your wrist.

“Break yours.”

You almost choked.


“Break your clock.”

“B-but it’s my clock, I can’t just break it…”
“Why not?”

“It’s my soulmate… even if I did break my clock, what will I do then? I’ll be alone for the rest of my life and I don’t know what will happen to him…”

“You’re overthinking it.”
“No, no I’m not.”

“You’ll be with me.”

You could tell your cheeks had instantly flushed, so you scrunched your face up.

“I can’t just be with my best friend for the rest of my life, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, it’s different for you, you’ve dated a bunch of girls.”

“Fine,” He lets go of your arm and turns back to the table. “You don’t have to get worked up about it, was just a suggestion.”

But you could tell it wasn’t and the silence that filled the air after the small discussion made you feel even worse than before.

Two months, 14 minutes, 26 seconds, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21…

It had been six months since he had broken his clock, and there seemed to be no bad effects (aside from the obvious bruising that occurs to get the clock to stop).

He had gone back to normal, but you’d often see him turning into the person you were months ago, a person obsessed with soul mates.

You’d catch him staring down at your timer many times, sometimes he hid his gaze, other times he didn’t.

You were to leave for America in a month, so you guessed you would meet him a month after you settled in.

It was hard to believe that you would be leaving Korea, especially since you had went to school here, but you guessed it just had to happen eventually.

After you graduating your parents went back to America, but you stayed to go to Yonsei (Your friends being a major reason for your stay).

But recently your mother expressed how much she missed you, so you thought it would be time to transfer, even though you were only in your second year.

“What you thinking about?”

You blinked, shaking your head lightly as you focused back on the boy sitting in front of you.

“Nothing, just overthinking.” You bring your cherry blossom latte back up to your lips to shut yourself up.

“Nothing new.”

You playfully kick him under the table and he kicks back, smiling at you before turning to his pastry.

“You ever wondered if there’s more about soul mates? Like more than what we’re told?” You squint at him as you ask.

The smile on his face fades and he turns serious, “Not really, why?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like this whole thing is a lot more complicated than what we’re told.”


“Like, with you,” He looks you in the eyes and you can tell you have his full attention, “What happens when you break your clock? What happens to the other soul mate? Why is a clock even able to be broken?”

“You’ve really been beating yourself up inside there, huh?” He taps your temple softly.

“I guess, I’m just curious.”

“We have an ancient library downtown, my great uncle actually works in there, maybe they got something on it.”

Of course, why didn’t you think of that?

“You’re genius,” You pull your jacket over your shoulders and stand, grabbing the drink and moving to head out the door.

“Wait, you’re just gonna leave me?”
“I wanna find some things that I’d rather keep to myself, I’ll see you later, ok?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, instead you begin your run in the rain to the old library at the end of the city.

You had found his great uncle within a few minutes of entering the ancient library, he was slouched over his desk, glasses falling off his face with small snores exiting his lips.

He heard you come in because of your panting, causing him to sit up straight and flash a smile at you.

“How can I help you?”

“Hi,” You bow, out of breath, and you can hear a giggle escape from him, “I’m here to see books on a specific topic.”
“What might that be?”
“Erotology and the study of romantic love.” You decided to whisper the last part to him, “And specifically the soul mate concept.”

He stands from his stool, stretching his back out before walking around his desk, “Now that I can help you with, very much.”
You smile as you follow him through the maze of the dusty, dark library, reading book titles as you walk along.

There was everything from books on old Japanese myths to books on mythical creatures around the world.

You would definitely come here in your free time to check some other books out.

After you finished this.

He showed the section that focused specifically on the soul mate concept of humans, hidden in the darkest corner of the whole library.

“Here is everything you need to know, if you need me to stay open a little later, just tell me.”

You thank him before he walks back to his lonely desk.

Finally, you turn to the books on the five shelfed shelf.

“Ok, let’s start…” You mumble to yourself.

You had been ten books in, finding more about soul mates than you knew but not quite what you wanted yet.

Until you opened one of the oldest books on the shelves, it was covered with dust, but still had clean bright brown pages.

Chapters were labeled with some of the most interesting topics, all involving soul mates.

You decided to move first to what you really wanted to know; what happens if a person breaks their clock?

If a person dares to break their timekeeper, the watch of the other person’s will reset, as they will now and forever be on without their true soul mate.

So that was what happened to the girl at the Chinese restaurant.

Her watch just went back to a number that probably has no significance.

Or even a number that would be outrageous like 500 years.

She’s probably going through the worst right now.

You decided to ignore the awful feeling in your gut.

He didn’t want her, it’s over with.

Why is a clock able to be broken?

The breaking of one’s timekeeper is something almost unheard of, but not never done. Often to show immense devotion to someone they love, a person may break their timekeeper for a person who is not their soulmate.

But who’s to say the person one breaks it for is not their soulmate? For if someone loved you so much that they would travel into the unknown for you, wouldn’t that be true love?

The book was right.

“Did you find whatever it is you were looking for?” He asks.

You had come home late, shocked to find him laying lazily on your couch, apparently waiting for your arrival.

“Yes, I found more than what I was looking for.”

He stays quiet, assuming you don’t want to share your newly found information from him.

You sit beside him, awkwardly leaning into the couch before turning towards him.

“Do you love me?” You ask.

“Of course I do, a lot.”

“I know you love me, but I mean… are you in love with me?”
The room is quiet for what feels like an hour (which you know is only a few minutes) and you both refuse to look at each other.

Though you glance at him, only to find him staring at the same place where his clock used to be.

A place that was now just a blank wrist.

“Why do you ask?”
“I want to know.”

He chuckles, but you can tell it’s out of nervousness.

His cheeks are going pink and he can’t focus on you.

“I would guess that’s a yes.” You could tell, as you’d never been able to make him so flustered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I know how important finding your soulmate is to you.” He finally looks at you. “I know how important falling in love with the person who was perfect for you since birth is to you. I’m just messing with your head.”

You stay silent.

“You don’t have to be in love with me, as I know you aren’t, you should go and find him, send me pictures of you guys’ vacations and pictures of your dogs, or whatever, let me meet him, at least once, and just don’t forget about me.”

“Why do you sound like you’re breaking up with me?”

“We can’t be as close as we were anymore, I ruined that when I decided to break my clock for you.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“Yes, it does,” He stands. “I can’t be friends with you anymore like how I used to be.”

With this he loops around you, rushing to open the door and leaving just as quick, a soft thud going with him.

You had sat days on edge, mostly because he wouldn’t text you, also because the day that you would be leaving for America was slowly approaching.

You had tried visiting him at his dorm, but he often didn’t answer, or would just say that he was busy from the other end (this happened twice, since then you’ve just stopped trying).

You didn’t really realize how much you needed him around until he disappeared and it was taking the biggest toll on you.

You just couldn’t think straight.

Fourteen days before your big move to another continent, and you hadn’t even packed a single sock.

Did you really even want to leave at this point?

It would make the most sense, he was the biggest reason why you were staying and now he was ignoring you, so it’d be fit to just leave.

But you couldn’t just leave him.

You wanted to know he was okay, and you became so worried that you began to wish he had just gotten with his soulmate, because at least then you knew you’d be leaving him in good hands.

You had had enough, you decided to go to his apartment one last time.

Standing in front of the door you knocked forcefully, calling that you knew he was home.

“If you don’t open this door this time, I’m opening it myself.”

Almost instantly you hear the click of the lock, your eyes widen as the door creaks open, revealing the person you’d been missing for weeks.


You push the door open, clutching onto his torso as soon as you get into the room.

He huffs, awkwardly shutting the door whilst you hold him.

“I missed you so much.”
He stays silent, eventually wrapping his arms around you, rubbing the sides of your arms.

You pull away, looking up at him and choosing not to comment on his dark circles and disheveled hair.

“I know you think ignoring me is best, but you can’t tell me you aren’t as miserable as I am?’

“I’m probably a hundred times worse.” He smiles weakly at you, “Don’t you leave next week?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” You reach for him again and this time he leans in as well.

You both just stand there for a few minutes, before he opens his mouth.

“How’s the move been?”

“I haven’t packed yet.”

“I don’t know if I even want to go.”

“You’ve already told the school and your parents, you can’t have second thoughts now.”

“Yes, I can, because it’s my decision.”

He sighs and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes.

“So what’s making you question your decision?”


He pulls away, looking you in the eyes, something he only does when he’s teasing you or being playful.

But this time he was 100% serious.

“What do I have to do with this?”

“I don’t know if I want to leave you.” You mumble.

“Don’t pity me, if you wanna go then go, I’ll be ok.”

“Yeah, but will I be?” You ask. “It’s been terrible not even texting you for the last few weeks, I can’t imagine only being able to text you for the rest of my life with limited visits.”

“We’ll make it work if it’s stressing you out so much, I can visit you as much as you want.”

“No! That’s not what I want!”

His face scrunches in confusion at your sudden brattyness.

You take your jacket off rapidly, pulling up the sleeve of your left arm and putting your wrist into his hand.

“Break it.”


“Break my clock.”

He looks at you, face turning that same pink it does whenever you leave him flustered, but this time you don’t mind.

“I think you’re just frustrated, don’t make such brash decisions.” He pushes your arm away.

“I’m telling you what I feel at this moment.”
“That’s the problem.”

“You always say I over think things, I’m not overthinking this.”
“You’re only doing this because you feel bad!” He shouts. “You feel guilty about having to leave me all hopeless by myself, you don’t want this, I know you and I know you don’t want to do this.”
“You don’t seem to know me that well if you can’t tell I’m very serious.”

“You pity me, that’s why you’re doing this.” He tries to convince you again.

“Or I’m doing it because I’m in love with you.” You sigh. “And what soulmate could be better for me than the one who broke his clock for me.”

He stays silent, probably shocked at your confession, so you use his silence to slip your wrist back into his large hand.

“Break my clock.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, it’s too painful.”

“Then we’ll find a way.” You respond.

“I also don’t want you to ruin your future for me, you will leave the clock alone and you’ll go back home next week.”
“I’m not ruining anything, if I break my clock I’ll be able to live freely, with you, and that’s all I want.”

“Your parents-”

“Will understand and I’ll visit them this summer.”

“…I still don’t think this is a good id-”

You take this opportunity to take him by his chin and press your lips to his.

He shuts up instantly, eyes closing as his left arm finds it’s way to support your back as he deepens the peck.

You pull away before pecking him once more and you almost laugh at the fact that when you pull away he follows you with his head, attempting to kiss you again.

“You don’t seem to not like this idea as much as you claim.”
“Of course I love the idea of you being mine, but I’m wondering if it’s too selfish of me.”

“So that’s why you’re so uptight?”

“No, I’m uptight because I care about you.”

“I see.” You chuckle.

You opt to moving further into his kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“You gotta have something that will break this thing.”

“No!” His shouting startles you, and you throw him a puzzled look. “I think you should take use of that library and find a safe way to destroy it, you could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Fine, come over my house later tonight.” You say.

He nods unsure, watching you carefully as you exit the apartment.

“You want to what?”

“I want to break my clock.” You show the ticking timekeeper to the old man in front of you.

He stares in disbelief.

“Why?” He tilts his head to the side in a cute grandpa manner.

“I don’t want this soul mate, I want somebody else.”

“My great nephew?”

“How do you-”

“I know more about you than you think I do.” He smiles at you, “And he came in here looking for you yesterday.”

You sigh, resting your head on his desk, “Do you think it’s even a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”
“He doesn’t think it’s a good idea, he says I should just go find my soul mate and be happy.”

“He’s just trying to be nice, he’s normally a real selfish boy.” He rolls his eyes.

You laugh.

“But I think if you really love him than you should do it, I know he really loves you.” He says.

“I want to do it before I think about it too much.”
“Very wise, love isn’t something you should overthink.”

He was right.

“How do I break it?”

He looks around the library, not finding anyone in direct eyesight he turns around to a door behind him and motions for you to follow.

You both go past a bunch of unrelated things, trinkets that he’s probably kept for decades before you get to a desk in the very back.

He goes to a shelf, pulling a utility box from it and opening it carefully.

“I took a soulmates class in university, and one of the things I did learn was how to break a timekeeper.”

You stay silent as he pulls a needle out and a few funny looking tools before he finally takes your wrist in his hand.

He advises you to look away if you’re easily disturbed so you do, wincing as you feel the needle being inserted, but nothing is painful, so you relax.

Within seconds he puts his tools up and tells you he is done.

You look down and see the same thing you saw before, the clock’s numbers are flashing, zoning in and out.

“It’ll clear up by tomorrow morning.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, uncle.” You wrap your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back.

You leave quickly.

He was in your apartment when you got home and he looked up at you, nervously smiling.

He had been on edge all day, but you didn’t know that.

“So?” He asks.

You show him, “He did it the right way, painless.”
“You were actually serious?” He coughs in disbelief, hands clutching your wrist before one of his thumbs begins to rub on the fading numbers.

“You thought I was lying?”
“I thought you were on an adrenaline rush and were just mad that we hadn’t been talking.”

“Even if I was, would that be wrong?”
He doesn’t respond, eyes still on the numbers.

“It’s real, you can stop looking at the numbers like that.” You laugh.

He looks up at you, eyes smiling with his mouth.

“So this means we are soul mates?” He asks.

“According to the book, when my numbers are officially gone, we are soul mates.” You nod.

He tugs on the arm he’s holding and you straddle his lap, both of you are smiling in an almost maniacal way.

His large hands move towards your kinky hair, pushing some curls behind both of your ears before pulling your face towards his.

He kisses you once, eyes closed and when he pulls away he lets out a laugh.

A really happy one.

You kiss him again and he continues to smile too wide to reciprocate them, giggling as you press more pecks to his lips and nose.

You don’t think you’d ever been happier in your life.

And from that day you could tell it would always be like this.

that was really cute, and was actually my first au writing, so that’s something different, but anyways i had fun writing this! hope you had fun reading it,

thanks for reading~

anonymous asked:

The ship prompts with heavy and medic?

Needs help opening their Popsicle? Heavy.

Talks to questionable strangers? *Medic*

Snorts when they laugh? Neither.

More likely to snicker and say ‘if you know what I mean?’ Medic, obviously. Heavy would start doing it afterwards.

Buys useless fandom merchandise? I wanted to say Medic but then I remembered Sascha in a bed. So, most likely Heavy.  

Owns a piggybank? Both.

Asks to pet strangers’s dogs? Heavy, he prefers to pet larger dogs. Small dogs make him nervous, especially if it’s after the 2fort war (they’re so tiny what if I crush it, etc)

Sharpens candy canes to deadly points? Medic, Heavy would join just to make sure he doesn’t do anything *too* crazy (Even Heavy has trouble keeping a hold of Medic) He’d probably put marshmallows on those pointy ends lol.

Give sticky kisses after eating a s'more? Heavy.

Buy an action figure with their face on it? Both. Medic would be discrete but Heavy would be tripping b*lls.

Buys valentine candy for themselves? Medic, c’mon.

Suggest to play hide-and-seek? Both are quite devious (Heavy, in a more lighthearted way obviously) so it heavily depends who is in the mood.  

Dress up for Halloween? Heavy, of course. He’d drag Medic along. 

Babysit so they have an excuse to watch kids cartoons? Heavy gets stuck baby-sitting a lot whether he likes it or not; he doesn’t mind cartoons really. 

Sing random snatches of songs that are loosely connected to the conversation? Both, they’d probably revert to their mother tongue. Medic particularly likes it when Heavy sings in Russian.

Let a dog lick them for long periods of time? Heavy. 

Wear nothing but there underwear around the house for a whole day? Hm, if you squint; Heavy on rare occasion. 


Second installment of the Jacob Black “Home” series, requested by a few lovely anons. Since the series is pretty well mapped-out, all I needed was a request to continue, and you all seemed excited for the next part. Hope you like it!

All past and future installments of this series can be found on the “The Story Continues…” page.

Technically, you didn’t ‘wake up” on Monday morning, as you never managed to accomplish the blissful surrender of sleep. Your night was one of tossing aimlessly, lulled to the brink of peace by the pattering of rain against the siding of Charlie’s house, your mind kick-starting in what would be your last seconds of consciousness. You knew by midnight that you weren’t going to be able to trick yourself into a calm enough state for sleep. No, your impromptu rendezvous with Jacob the night before had your nerves hot-wired and electrified; not the best combination when all you needed was to slow your breathing and slip away for a few hours. So, technically, you arose on your first day back at Forks high school tired-eyed and groggy, silently cursing Jacob’s good intentions through a weak smile as you sauntered out of your bedroom, your joints crackling like a dying bonfire as you set your body into motion after so long stagnant. You heard Charlie moseying around his kitchen, taking extra care to close each uncharacteristically cheery yellow cabinet as quietly as he could, shuffling about from place to place. His actions were sweet, you’d give him that, and you’d probably appreciate them a bit more if you’d had any sleep that night… but there was absolutely no need to tiptoe around noiselessly when he was the only one waking up that morning. He had no way of knowing you’d been awake since Sunday morning. For all he knew, Bells was upstairs mumbling into her pillows. Perhaps you only noticed his quiet morning manner because you were so used to Renee’s slamming and hushed singing as she burnt your breakfast every morning. Charlie was different, that much was as obvious and as stark a contrast as black and white. But different wasn’t bad.

You stumbled through the doorway into the kitchen, Charlie’s head snapping around, his gaze falling on the deep splotches of colour beneath your eyes. You hadn’t passed by a mirror yet, thank God, but you knew you looked less than well-rested. His brow furrowed guiltily, his head lolling to the side as you mumbled an impressively gravelly “Good morning.”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” He poked absentmindedly at the eggs he was preparing, his spatula inching this way and that through the masses of fluffy gold. Eggs again. His talent in the kitchen literally didn’t go any farther. Between Charlie’s extreme dairy intake and Renee’s regularly inedible creations, you’d never developed trust in the kitchen. Luckily for you, your sister knew her way around a frying pan. You’d have to poke Bella on this one, if she wasn’t already planning an attack.

“No, Dad. I couldn’t quite…” you trailed off, his eyebrow raising in confusion. You waved your hand in the air as if to swipe your unfinished speech from the morning air, your fingers snagging on vowels as consonants smeared across the chilling drafts creeping in from the open window. “Long night is all.” Charlie nodded, his mustache arcing as his lips tugged downwards. He removed the eggs from the stove top, scraping his gourmet breakfast onto a porcelain dinner plate. His torso twisted as he extended the typical meal towards your chest urging you with a wordless tip of his head to take the dish. He returned to the stove, cracking a few eggs onto the pan, the room sizzling with the sound of crackling heat. You moved to sit in your usual chair, grasping at the silverware Charlie inched in your direction.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Jacob, would it?” He asked, his deep voice tinged with a teasing bite, however honest his question was. You rolled your eyes, scoffing under your breath before forcing the eggs down your throat. “Okay, okay, I know my limits,” he poked around at Bella’s food, the plastic spatula scraping audibly against the non-stick surface. You waited patiently for the follow-up you knew was en route. Charlie may not talk much, but when he did he was about as predictable as rain in your tiny town. “I’m just saying… that kid’s good for you, Y/n. As a friend, or…” You were saved from Charlie’s wingman speech by Bella’s entry, her eyes identically bruised beneath from lack of sleep. You lifted your head in nonverbal greeting. Charlie lifted his gaze from the stove, smiling briefly. “Morning, Bells. Sleep well?” Bella collapsed into her chair, her index finger and thumb meeting on her lower lip, absentmindedly running over the smooth skin they encountered there.

“Rain kept me up for a while, midnight maybe.” Charlie grunted apologetically, however awkwardly the apology was, as he portioned the rest of the eggs onto two dishes, taking his seat after placing a plate before Bella. Bella dug in, shoveling a steaming mass of gold into her mouth, chewing around her next words. “Seriously, I was drowning. I thought you said it was going to be a dry year?” At this, Charlie’s head popped up, his brow furrowed at the very thought.

“Dry year? Where did you hea-” He began to form some sort of meteorological explanation for why Forks would likely never have a dry year, but your foot beneath the table silenced him before he could let slip any incriminating details. You shot him a cautioning glance, your lips pursed against verbal warning. His eyes widened in understanding, and he ducked his head to his food. The rest of the meal was spent in comfortable silence. Charlie ducked out minutes before you did, off to the police station to monitor all that nothing with his armoured, riot-trained buddies. As soon as Bella finished eating, you washed and dried the dishes, packed your book bags, and started out. Climbing into Bella’s truck was a brief, happy reminder of the availability of Jacob; now that you were back in your old stomping grounds, you’d be able to spend so much more time with him. It wasn’t likely that Charlie would mind. Hell, he might even push you out the door and drive you to La Push himself. He was that eager to be Billy’s in-law. It was ridiculous. The car carried the faint (but prominent) aromas of spearmint and tobacco; not the heady stench of cigarettes, but the sweet, vanilla-shadow of good cigars. Had Billy been a smoker? It sure as Hell wasn’t Jake. Perhaps Harry Clearwater had borrowed the truck after Billy was confined to his chair. You didn’t mind the scent. It was… comfortable. Aged, like leather. It may have lost its initial luster, but the durability and dependability would always be there. Bella slid into the driver’s seat, shaking rain from her sleeves as she settled in. She turned the key in the ignition, causing the both of us to start.

“You’ve released the beast, Bells,” you whispered, projecting even so soft a sound as your voice in order to be heard over the colossal roar of the truck’s engine. Hey, if this was the only fault, Bella would be safe. She backed out of Charlie’s driveway, her warm brown eyes flashing to yours after a few seconds on the main road.

“The thing’s got character,” she replied, chewing anxiously on her lip. She had more to say. “This… this isn’t going to stick out, is it? I mean, you’ve been to the school. It’s not too bad, is it? The sound?” You shook your head, dismissing her worry.

“No, most of the student body drives clunkers. You’ll only stick out because you’re a new face. I’m sure you’ll be fine in a week or so.” You managed to sink one of her fears while simultaneously giving birth to another. She sighed, allowing her breath to dip into a groan as she ran out of air to expel from her lungs. “Bella, you’ll be fine. Just talk about Phoenix and try not to take anyone with you if you fall.” She snorted, gripping the wheel with a firmer conviction, likely thinking of rooting herself to the car seat to avoid any possible (and likely) wipe-outs.

“Yeah, I’ll try my best.” The remainder of the drive was spent in silence as Bella squinted through the light rain bouncing off of her windshield, following the very minor directions you supplied as the road wound on. Eventually, you arrived in the minimalist parking lot of Forks high school. You could read Bella’s face like a book as she analyzed the school’s exterior, noting the lack of barbed wire and security guards. It was a whole lot different than Phoenix, that much was obvious. The school consisted of a cluster of brick buildings, more homely than educational, leaving the students milling about in the damp morning looking like over-friendly neighbors conversing over their soggy lawn divides, casually holding conversation while sticking behind their respective borders. There were very few people present this early, but it gave your sister enough time to stumble her way to the main office. You bid her farewell and the best of luck, watching her wander off as you started towards a group of vaguely familiar faces, wishing every hood was hiding a face you knew to be miles away.

The school day was rather stereotypical. Your classes were hushed by the calming soundtrack of the rain beating against the windows. You were surprised to find the student body was merging classes together; a certain Angela Weber was in your English class, despite the age difference of a year that should have separated you. Looks like Forks was dipping in population again. She was a familiar face in the library, both in and out of school. You two got along swimmingly. You passed Bella in the halls more than once, and each time you saw her she was flocked by one of the overtly desperate bachelors in her grade. Mike Newton’s spiky hair was visible, even if his face was fully absorbed in Bella’s. You thought you caught Eric Yorkie jabbering on about after school extracurriculars, but you couldn’t be sure. His hair was very similar to Ben’s, and he passed by too quickly to distinguish. Lunch was average. Bella had made a friend in Jessica Stanley, the bouncy one that hung around Mike. Bells was quiet, mostly, a familiar habit of hers, but she seemed comfortable enough. This was, of course, before Biology.

You hadn’t met the Cullens last year. It was, ironically enough, a rather dry season, and they were always… camping, you think. Charlie was on good terms with the adoptive father, and because of their rather distant friendship, you heard bits and pieces about the children. Well behaved, smart clothing, fast cars, the likes. None of Charlie’s prompting could have prepared either you or Bella for the reaction of the youngest son of the doctor. That first day left a mark on Bella, and no amount of assurance about their usual manners could have erased the stain in her eyes after the horrific experience of being Edward Cullen’s lab partner. She was quizzical during the car ride home, and you told her what little you knew of the siblings. You’d glimpsed the shorter one in the halls once or twice throughout the day, but she had seemed aloof… distracted somehow, on a different plane of existence. Her eyes were strangely dark, you remembered, and she looked confused as she passed. She could have glanced your way, but you weren’t exactly following her on your radar, so you couldn’t spill your findings to Bella with the required confidence. The majority of the ride, however, was spent discussing faces and matching names to each she’d interacted with throughout the day. She was partial to Jessica, and she found both Mike and Eric kind enough to disregard how blatantly clingy they were. As she pulled into the driveway, all talk of the Cullen boy was long gone. Thoughts, however, would linger.

Charlie’s cruiser was in his parking spot, surprisingly enough. You’d thought his shifts would be longer than the seven-odd hours you’d been away at school. You slid from the passenger seat, trailing along behind your sister, your mind calculating and recalculating how probable it was for Charlie to be taking his lunch break at home. His jacket was hanging by the door, pistol and all, and the softened sounds of sports announcers blared through the drywall separating the entryway from the living room. He must have gotten the day off, seeing as the crime-rate in Forks was dipping below the marked average. Bella ducked into the kitchen, giving you a knowing look that easily narrated how quickly she intended to remedy your meal plan, leaving you to greet the Chief. Charlie was in civilian dress, his feet propped-up on the coffee table. He grinned when he saw you, sitting straighter, dislodging himself from the divot he’d created in the sofa’s cushions.

“Hey, Y/n, how was your first day back?” Almost as soon as the words had slipped through his lips, he was following up with another message. “Jacob called a few minutes ago, you just missed him.” You replied quickly to his inquiries, congratulating him on the much-needed time off, darting around the corner to the landline, the sounds of Bella rifling through Charlie’s refrigerator mingling sweetly with the banter of the anchors emanating from Charlie’s television. It sounded like home. You snagged the post-it note from the wall, furiously jabbing Jacob’s number into the phone, holding the receiver to your ear, your heart racing along to every tedious dial tone. Jake answered on the second ring. Clearly, he was lingering by the phone.

“Hey! That was quick,” he remarked, his voice spreading warmth over the miles that separated you. God, it was good to be near Jacob again.

“Yeah, I just got in. The truck runs great, by the way. A little warning with the engine would’ve been nice, but it runs just fine.” Jacob chuckled, his laughter crackling over the line.

“Sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure you kept the thing. I’d be driving it if it wasn’t for Bella. Tell her thanks for me.” He paused, inhaling deeply, the clinking of his household activities transferring dully to your end. “So, is Charlie watching the game tonight?” His voice was strangely hopeful for the topic of college football. You ducked your head around the corner, repeating the question to your father. He nodded, occupied by the predictions being spewed at him through the screen. You relayed the information to Jacob, who seemed to smile audibly. “That’s great! Billy’s got some of Harry’s fish fry. Your dad’s welcome to come over. Billy hasn’t seen Bella in years, and I’m sure he wants to talk about the truck.” He paused, sighing sarcastically. “”And I guess you can come too.” You laughed, your voices intertwining. When Jake continued, his tone was lifted slightly by the dying end of his laughter. “No, seriously, come over. I can’t sit through another game on my own. I need you here, Y/n. I’ll lose it, I swear.” You giggled, leaning your shoulder against the wall, eyeing Charlie through the opening in the living room wall.

“Yeah, I’ll come around. If Harry’s cooking, it won’t take much to get Charlie moving either. I’ll see you later on, then.” Jacob, again, smiled through the phone. The kid radiated positive energy like a nuclear reactor.

“Sure, sure. See you then.” You hung up, your hands lingering on the smooth plastic of the telephone, your heart hammering in your chest. Your months without Jacob Black were about to be erased from your memory completely. La Push was a promise tugging you towards the horizon, coaxing you out the door with whispers of Jacob’s name.

anonymous asked:

How do you do the eyes? They're so expressive and cute!!

Hmm it’s kinda hard to explain but as for expressive, I mostly focus on pupil and eye shape~ Your pupils dilate when you’re happy/see something you love, and they become smaller when angry/threatened/scared. I usually pair that up with eye shape, as something round is cute and soft, but angular/sharp can come off as dangerous/threatening! Your eyes also widen or squint, too, with expressions

But I always pair it up with eyebrows if I can! The whole face is what makes something expressive ahaa

Altho for how I do the eyes, I wouldn’t recommend following these steps exactly of just straight copying since this a style thing, unless you’re doin it to learn aha

Not like I stay consistent anyways, the eyes on this blog have a lot of extra steps I tend to use now and then when I’m feelin up to it

Segregated Pt.2

Originally posted by thescholarsplight

Segregated Part Two: Cards

40s!Bucky x African American!Reader
Chapter Summary: Steve and Bucky go to Reader’s house to study.
Notes: Okay so, still the very early stages, more introduction type stuff. Just wanted to play around with setting, class, and stuff like that. I gave Reader’s family first names just so it’s easier to identify them later on instead of (Reader’s Mother’s First Name) or (Y/M/F/N) since that would be a bit of an eyesore and just doing too much. There still isn’t a lot of buckyxreader, but I’m working up to it. Also I don’t know/expect every chapter to come out daily, but since this is still beginning type stuff, it was a bit easier to write. So some chapters might take longer btw. Hopefully you all like it. Feel free to leave me feedback. It’s always greatly appreciated!<3
Also I have a playlist I made for this that I listen to while I write, you can find it here, but it is kind of an outline for the whole story, so it may be spoiler-ish ?…
Warnings: None that I can think of. But if you think something should be added here, let me know.
Word Count: 1281
Part one/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/

“So where are you headed off to?” Bucky asked as he settled down into the seat next to Steve on the bus.

“(Y/N)’s house. We’re going to study together. We both have tests tomorrow before winter break starts, so we’re getting one last night of studying in.” Steve replied, watching the buildings and people pass outside the window. His breath against the cold glass window caused it to fog.

“Why don’t you study with me? You know, I already did all that stuff.” Bucky said as he lazily slung his arm over the back of the seat.

“You can join us if you want. I’m sure (Y/N) won’t mind. She likes you.” Steve explained, his eyes not breaking away from the snowy scenery outside of the window. Bucky leaned towards Steve, a wide grin easily settled upon his face.

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visionandperception  asked:

Hey, I really love your blog! I was wondering, as you always have those wonderful fanfics recs, do you know fanfics that present the deleted gay bar scene? It probably was too revealing so they opted to cut, and everyone (at least here, I think) would love to see it. If there are not-explicit fics with these theme, I'd be very happy reading them. Thanks anyway :D (are you freaking out too?, because 23 days, it's getting really close).


Okay I don’t have a LOT that actually cover that scene specifically that I know of. I’ll give you the ones I have plus some gay bar ones, how about that? I’ll give you all the ones I have with ratings on the end, so you can choose to read them or not :)

  • on his mouth like liquor by chrysanthemumsies (T) - The gay bar scene from Stag night that the creators didn’t want to show! Pure crack with a bit of angst and a whole lotta fluff (if you squint). Sherlock and John on the dance floor - what’s not to love?
  • Sherlock, rear end by @hudders-and-hiddles (M) - A short ficlet where the boys are at a club and John is Not Happy™.
  • Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E) - John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock’s Kinky First Times
  • Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E) - When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim? {{NOTE: ONE OF MY FAVE FICS EVER. It’s a classic and VERY well written and in character, and switches POV’s each chapter}}.
  • Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M) - Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he’s NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won’t change anything between them. And then it does.
  • Five Times They Pretended And The One Time They Didn’t by thelookyouredoingthelookagain (E) - Basically does what it says on the tin: five times Sherlock and John pretended to be a couple and the one time it wasn’t pretend.
  • Follow My Lead by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E) - John knows he should be paying attention to the case, to the suspect’s movements, but, oh it’s difficult to remember that fact with six feet of lanky detective draped around him. John decides for the moment just to let go, stop thinking. Sherlock had asked him to follow his lead, so John decides to do just that. He wants to dance with him? Then John will dance.
  • The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Here are a few I haven’t read yet, but they’re on my “Marked for Later” list, and thought I would share them too, since Gay Bar is a fave trope but there’s so few of them I can find!:

  • The Gay Bar Scene that never was by MadSophHatter (T) - The gay bar scene from The Sign of Three as I envisioned it. Featuring a confused Sherlock, half-naked men, sexy dancing and John who is absolutely not jealous.
  • To Ruined Reputations or Stag Night (The Not-So Really Good Bits) by Breath4Soul (T) - Everything that happened during John’s Stag night that Sherlock didn’t want to share in his Best Man speech including dancing and more drinking games. || “Shit. You’re dangerous when you’re drunk,” Sherlock mutters, smoke billowing out of his mouth. His eyes flick up to John. Sherlock’s carefully schooled expressionless face breaks into mortification at the realization that he said that out loud…
  • For a Case by ckerased (T) - Sherlock convinces John to come to a gay club with him to get information for a murder case. When Sherlock begins getting a bit too friendly with one possible witness, John intervenes.
  • An unusual celebration by FromBenToSherlock for WingsOfPhantasy (E) - After more than two years, Sherlock is sick of waiting and determined to bring his and John’s relationship to a more physical level. But although his plan doesn’t work out like he wanted it to, he got more than he ever dared to hope for.
  • Jackin’ the Beanstalk by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E) - The 5 times Sherlock or John accidentally made the other come and the 1 time they did it together.

PLEASE ADD YOUR TUMBLR FICLETS IF YOU HAVE ANY!! I prefer everything on Ao3 because it’s easier to find with tags, but I want all the gay bar ficlets!!! :D

Valentine’s Day

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Tony and Rhodey brotp, Steve and Bucky brotp, a bit of WinterFalcon (Sam x Bucky), mentions of Pepper x Happy, Maria x Rhodey, Avengers

summary: It is Valentine’s Day and Tony and Steve decide to spend the day away from each other, but still with people close to their hearts.

length: 5 962 words

a/n: okay, so this was written for my dA, but decided to post it here too, as we need more friendship fics around here! that being said, the fic is set in a timeline where Steve and Tony are already married. aaand the fic has a little bit of ticklish!Tony, because ticklish!Tony is my love. and a lot of friendly banters between friends. yes, I am a low key WinterFalcon shipper. have a happy Valentine’s day, cherish your lovers, friends and family and remember to be good to yourself today!! watch the movie you like, eat a whole chocolate bar, and remember that your Stony Queen loves you all!!


Valentine’s Day

They were standing at the Stark Industries private airport, wind whooshing around them, tousling their hair in every direction. Steve had to squint his eyes to protect them from the wind, and Tony only grinned unnervingly, his eyes safe behind his beloved Matsuda sunglasses.

They were going to say goodbye. And it was never easy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asked, in a quiet, calm voice, closely looking at his husband’s face, trying to spot any hesitation or uncertainty.

Tony’s grin twitched and became bigger, while his eyes turned a bit softer, not reflecting the cheeky grin. Only Tony was capable of doing that. “I’m sure,” he confirmed, his voice soft and loving.

Steve drew eyebrows together, looking worried. It would be the first Valentine’s day they spend separately, since they became a couple. Not that they had planned something special. It was a day, like everyday, and small gifts and cute gestures were not obligatory, but welcomed, together with a movie marathon. Seemed that this year, Steve would miss watching Tony covertly sobbing while watching “Wall-E”. 

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skittycatz replied to your photo “Enemy.”

He can be the nearby hillbilly who Frank has a rivalry with. Every time they see each other they just silently glare at each other.

Yes, I did always imagine that Bubba lived kinda close to our little hillbillies. Or rather, their house is the closest house there is to his but it’s still really far away. It would take you a VERY long time to walk from one house to the other but you could do it…especially if you were a spry young Pilgrim child who loves to wander around in the woods unsupervised. 

I also like to imagine that though Bubba does have his own fishing holes and hunting spots on his own property, I imagine he likes to rival with Frank over the few “public” hunting/fishing spots near their homes. So they probably run into each other in the woods occasionally and they can frown and squint their eyes.

But MOST importantly, Frank has a lot of children. And if there is one thing in the WHOLE WORLD that Bubba hates more than anything, it’s children. Bubba will flat out hate Frank’s guts simply because he has kids, and that fact that he has like…8 or something only makes that man hate him even more.

Outbreak Part Three - Smut

Author: mystic-biscuit
Series Rating: NSFW 18+


Notes: Sorry this took so long to post, this fic is proving to be a lot more difficult than I expected so I’m still trying to figure out how it will all unfold, so be patient with me :) I hope you enjoy

Part One Part Two

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So naturally I always go Icon hunting for myself cause I can never find the right one for me, and in the process I snatched up a few of these gems. It’s legit all of them with their eyes closed or they are squinting. I just, idk how I did it but it was easier than capturing the things I actually wanted like, wtf.

Besides that, I have way too many captures to keep track of and they are all meant to be Icons, so if you would love a new icon from any one of the MSA’s I will hook you up fam. I went through the whole entirety of Freaking out and captured a lot that I thought were funny, something someone really might want, or just something randomly captured. Here are some examples:

They’re meant to be icons and they are usaully small, so yess Tumblr has to make them big and make the quality go down.

^^^^Now this one, pissed me the fuck off. It took me 10 WHOLE MINUTES to capture this moment. And I’m so happy it turned out well. 

So again, if you would like a certain Icon from a certain moment in either of the MSA’s then just message me and I will hook you up! I’ve got anything from the back of people’s heads to hands, flowers, and Deadbeats. Oh and also the moon, cause who doesn’t like the moon..