let me comb it

a concept...

- yuri and otabek have to keep their relationship a secret for a couple years bc idk they just do

- otabek visits yuri in russia for a week and stays with him, yuuri and victor

- when yuuri and victor go out to run errands, yuri and otabek finally get to have the sexy time™

- they take it slow since it has been so long, and every time they hear a creak in the house they freeze up bc they think its yuuri and victor coming home

- “yura, it was nothing” “i swear i heard those fuckers”

- when they finally finish, and otabek is hovering over yuri, yuri cupping otabeks face, the two panting heavily… they hear the front door click

- they start rushing around, throwing on whatever clothes they can find while trying to make as little noise as possible

- yuri grabs a bottle of deodorant and sprays it on himself, then throws it at otabek who does the same

- they think they sly by trying to cover up the smell of sex but they are just making it seem more suss

- yuri trying to comb his hair so he doesn’t look like he was just ravished

- “let me comb my hair too, yura” “beka, your hair is always messy, its fine”

- when victor and yuuri go to check on the two boys, they are awkwardly pretending to watch a movie on yuri’s laptop

- yuri and otabek think they got away with it, but yuuri and victor could tell something was up bc of the strong smell of deodorant, how awkward they were being and the fact that the two were wearing each others clothes

- pretty much yuri and otabek running around like lovestruck teenagers behind everyones backs bc they aRE LOVESTRUCK TEENAGERS

rachelhanke  asked:

Hey Charlie! First off, I adore your art. It gives me all the feels. Secondly, since you're primarily a self taught artist I'm wondering if you have any resources you strongly recommend for someone hoping to someday have a similar job to yours in concept art? If you've already answered this question just let me know and I'll comb through your blog to find it!


I think, along with resources, I’d always recommend having a good idea of what ‘area’ you want to work in too. My job is kind of a strange one (in that it’s an house job but we’re not producing the games or films or actual products.) We are a step in the production line. I get to be part of sweet projects, but also I get to be part of many… I’m not locked into whatever a studio might be making for 2 or 3 years etc. My fingers are in a lotta pies.

The reason I say that is because a lot of people coming into concept will likely need more skills than I have. I am 95% a 2D artist. I work with 3D but very rarely, and not enough to know the inns and outs. I like 2D… and I consider illustration to be the sweetest spot of all the work I do, so I’m quite happy with that balance (and I’m an old fucking curmudgeon and I don’t wanna learn no 3D.)

If you went for a traditional role in a games studio, it will probably be more expected for you to be fluent in 3D. Not always of course! But it’s likely another good skillset to have. Purely 2D (just art focused) roles are not something that I see as often as mutiltasking roles. Which makes a lot of sense. 2D art is often mostly needed at the beginning of a project, and briefly at the end. In my seven years at Atomhawk I’ve seen a lot of people in other studios laid off, and a lot of studios go under. So, multitasking roles mean people will always have something to do.

APOLOGIES. I’M SOUNDING A LITTLE DOOM AND GLOOM. Great jobs exists! People will always make cool stuff!

I’m very much a jack of all trades and my job demands a lot of different things: characters / turn arounds / outfit designs / expression sheets / illustration / marketing art / pitch art / but it’s all primarly focused around characters. So. If characters are what you want - look into that! I would say that when it comes to apply for / getting work etc, we always love to see range. If someone isn’t showing me all the process behind their work it’s likely the first thing I’m going to ask for when it comes to an interview. I think if you have shiny work (on a freelance basis) a client would have enough confidence in the end result. But for a production role like mine, I wanna see that stuff.

Rough sketches through to shiny polished work. The whole lot. I want it all. I want to see people’s thinking! I’m rambling.

First of all: be able to draw well. Know your characters. Know your figures. Know your anatomy enough to make it convincing and be able to twist it when you need to. We get a lot of people who apply, who, quite simply (don’t hate me) are not good enough yet. We have people who work in tons of different styles and methods but at the heart of it, they can draw well.

DESIGN. Mother of god. Design. Drawing well is the first step, but you also have to have that creative flair to be able to come up with ideas and be able to sell them convincingly. Drawing the thing is only half the battle. No one wants a beautifully rendered character wearing the most impractical / boring outfit you’ve ever seen (just an example). Thinking logically about design is something I’ve seen underestimated many times over the years. In fact, I’d go as far as to say it’s more important than someones drawing abilities. When it comes down to it, drawing is just the tool to represent the design.

Resources wise: the internet is your oyster! Cast a wide net. Create the kind of work you want to do but also push yourself. I think the results are usually better when artists find an area they’re good in and the push the boundaries of that. Better than trying to be a jack of every single trade possible. Don’t have an awesome portfolio full of character work and then think ‘oh, wait, this is just characters, maybe I should stick a fucking car in there too?’ YOU KNOW? Do what you do - and do it well.

Briefly just a few of the things that helped me most: any massive black videos you can find. Mostly for process. Jason Chan’s videos easily had the most impact for me, both in learning how to improve my process and painting the kind of characters I wanted to. Micheal Hampton and Mike Mattesi (force) for anatomy and energy in poses. Your peers! Your favourite artists in the industry at the moment! The places and people you will learn the most from are always so very individual.

Shit that was long. Good luck!

PS. It’s also my humble opinion that you should never take all of your advice from just one person - just take the pieces that click for you :)

Diana’s Daily Lines - “Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone” (Book 9)

#DailyLines #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE #Book9 #NoItsNotDone #PutThePossibilityOutOfYourMind#AllInGoodTime #migraine

“Lie down,” I said firmly, and pointed to my lap.

“Nay, I’ll be f—“

“I don’t care whether you’re fine or not,” I said. “I said, lie down.”

“I’ve work to—“

“You’ll be flat on your face in another minute,” I said. “Lie. Down.”

He opened his mouth, but a spasm of pain made him shut his eyes, and he couldn’t locate any words with which to argue. He swallowed, opened his eyes, and sat down beside me, very gingerly. He was breathing slowly and shallowly, as though drawing a deep breath might make things worse.

I stood up, took his shoulders and turned him gently so I could reach his plait. I undid his ribbon and unraveled the thick strands of auburn hair. It still was mostly red, though soft white threads caught the light here and there.

“Down,” I said again, sitting and pulling his shoulders toward me. He moaned a little, but stopped resisting and lowered himself very slowly, ‘til his head rested heavy in my lap. I touched his face, my fingers feather-light on his skin, tracing the bones and hollows, temples and orbits, cheekbones and jaw. Then I slid my fingers into the soft mass of his hair, warm in my hands, and did the same to his scalp. He let out his breath, carefully, and I felt his body loosen, growing heavier as he relaxed.

“Where does it hurt?” I murmured, making very light circles round his temples with my thumbs. “Here?”

“Aye…but…” He put up a hand, blindly, and cupped it over his right eye. “It feels like an arrow—straight through into my brain.”

“Mmm.” I pressed my thumb gently round the bony orbit of the eye, and slid my other hand under his head, probing the base of his skull. I could feel the muscles knotted there, hard as walnuts under the skin. “Well, then.”

I took my hands away and he let his breath out.

“It won’t hurt,” I reassured him, reaching for the jar of blue ointment.

“It does hurt,” he said, and squinched his eyelids as a fresh spasm seized him.

“I know.” I unlidded the jar, but let it stand, the sharp fragrance of peppermint, camphor and green peppercorns scenting the air. “I’ll make it better.”

He didn’t make any reply, but settled himself as I began to massage the ointment gently into his neck, the base of his skull, the skin of his forehead and temples. I couldn’t use the ointment so close to his eye, but put a dab under his nose, and he took a slow, deep breath. I’d make a cool poultice for the eye when I’d finished. For now, though…

“Do you remember,” I said, my voice low and quiet. “Telling me once about visiting Bird Who Sings in the Morning? And how his mother came and combed your hair?”

“Aye,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. “She said…she would comb the snakes from my hair.” Another hesitation. “She…did.”

Clearly he did remember—and so did I recall what he’d told me about it. How she’d gently combed his hair, over and over, while he told her—in a language she didn’t speak—the trouble in his heart. Guilt, distress…and the forgotten faces of the men he’d killed.

There is a spot, just where the zygomatic arch joins the maxilla, where the nerves are often inflamed and sensitive….yes, just there. I pressed my thumb gently up into the spot and he gasped and stiffened a little. I put my other hand on his shoulder.

“Shh. Breathe.”

His breath came with a small moan, but he did. I held the spot, pressing harder, moving my thumb just a little, and after a long moment, felt the spot warm and seem to melt under my touch. He felt it too, and his body relaxed again.

“Let me do that for you,” I said softly. The wooden comb he’d made me sat on the little table beside the jar of ointment. With one hand still on his shoulder, I picked it up.

“I…no, I dinna want…” But I was drawing the comb softly through his hair, the wooden teeth gentle against his skin. Over and over, very slowly.

I didn’t say anything for quite some time. He breathed. The light came in low now, the color of wildflower honey, and he was warm in my hands, the weight of him heavy in my lap.

“Tell me,” I said to him at last, in a whisper no louder than the breeze through the open window. “I don’t need to know, but you need to tell me. Say it in Gaelic, or Italian or German—some language I don’t understand, if that’s better. But say it.”

His breath came a little faster and he tightened, but I went on combing, in long, even strokes that swept over his head and laid his hair untangled in a soft, gleaming mass over my thigh. After a moment, he opened his eyes, dark and half-focused.

“Sassenach?” he said softly.


“I dinna ken any language that I think ye wouldna understand.”

He breathed once more, closed his eyes, and began haltingly to speak, his voice soft as the beating of my heart.

STORY TIME: I wanted to paint Rihanna’s nails (don’t remember why though) so I put her on the outdoor couch and started painting, but Beyonce (on the left) wanted to know what I was doing so she jumped up onto the couch and let me paint her nails too


so stylish their nails perfectly match their combs. name a more iconic duo

Gentle Touch

Bucky x OFC (Jules) /  Bucky’s POV

Summary: Where Bucky is so used to harsh, rough touches he never expected one to be so kind and loving. Realizing he’s been craving this kind of touch for years.

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: Mention of abuse, touch deprived, language

A/N: I’m back!!!! I took a longer break than I originally planned, but school took up a bunch of my time and me taking on more projects I could handle. I also hit several walls the past few months, that left me lost, broken and down in the dumps. It’s been a struggle to get back on my feet and get my head in the game, but I’m here, I’m back and I’m doing so much better than I previously was! 

I’m gonna try to get back in the groove of posting fics regularly, so I hope you’re ready! Help Me and Motionless Series are STILL going! And tags are ALWAYS open! :D Thank you for being patient with me these past few months, hopefully, I won’t go that long without posting something again. So enjoy this one and let me know what you think!! :) 

Touch, it’s amazing how much can be said and shown through the power of touch. But it can be hard to forget how much pain, anger, and torment can be expressed by the power of touch. No touch for me was ever gentle. There was no love, compassion or care in the physical touches I experienced throughout my lifetime. Not once has anyone touched me unless pain followed, which it always did.

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Dirty Bathwater--Imagine #23

Anonymous said: you should totally write an imagine where your crush wakes you up by neck kisses and then you have a warm bath together. idk you should make it heated. *coughs* its not your babe i swear *coughs*

A/N: I see through your disguise, babe. ;) I see through it! I’m so sorry that you asked for this months ago and I didn’t get around to it ‘til now. Hope you enjoy, dear “not my babe”. ;) <3 

Her eyes were closed, soft puffs of warm air escaping her slightly parted mouth and I felt my chest constrict with the pain that I could never show her how beautiful and precious she was to me. Of course, I told her as often as I could but words felt so weak and actions were still so inadequate in showing her how big my love for her was. 

Her hair was a gorgeous mess, and I smiled to myself as I remembered our passionate coupling last night. Every time with her was just as mind-blowing as the last. 

I shifted myself closer to her sleeping form, in awe of how the first rays of light streaming in through the thin curtains brought out different hues in her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pressed my lips to the part of her neck where her shoulder met her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, I savored the salty taste of her skin as I lightly flicked my tongue along her tender, soft skin. 

She shifted as I continued my trail of kisses up her neck, each slow enough for me to breathe her in and savor the feel of her skin underneath my lips. 

As I made it to under her jaw, I felt her hand lazily comb through my unruly hair, making me let out a soft moan. She let out a contented sigh in answer and pressed me closer to her in encouragement of my ministrations to her jaw. Lazily, but passionately, I sucked on the line of her jaw, not being able to stop the smile that graced my lips as she let out soft noises of satisfaction. 

Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from her skin, to look into her glazed over gaze, a sleepy, soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“G’morning, love,” I murmured, grinning down at her.

“It sure is,” she replied, running her delicate hands up and down my bare back.

I laid there, half on top of her, staring down into her mesmerizing eyes. Something seemed to dawn on her face after a few moments.

“Last night, I never got to take my bath,” she said, pouting slightly, lightly dragging her fingernails down over my shoulder-blades. 

I shuddered. “Mm, I’m sorry I distracted you,” I gave her a cheeky grin. “On second thought, actually, I’m not sorry at all,” I added. 

She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. I licked my lips and saw her eyes shift back to mine, a glint of mischief in them. 

“I think I’ll go take it now,” she whispered, slipping out from under my upper body and the sheets. 

I watched her in all her glorious nudity walk away from the bed to the bathroom. I gulped, my eyes dropping to her ass. When she reached the doorway, she turned giving me those fucking bedroom eyes.

“Join me?” she tugged her lip between her teeth. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” I hissed, jumping out of the rumpled bed.

Minutes later we were wet and immersed in sudsy bathwater. My legs bracketed hers, and I gently massaged her back. With a moan, she sunk against me even further, her body slipping down my body gloriously. 

I closed my eyes trying to lock in the sensation of her wet, naked body against mine. Opening them again, I picked up a loofa, soaping it up before raising her left arm in my left as I ran the loofa down it with my right hand. I watched the drops of water drip off her arm, and splash into the water, making it ripple around our bodies. 

She turned her head and leaned it back onto my shoulder to look into my eyes. 

“Something wrong, babe?”

I held back a groan at the way she was looking at me. Eyes hooded, mouth parted just the slightest, eyebrows crinkling with concern. No one had ever made me feel as wanted or cared for as she did. 

“Yeah, actually,” I put on a worried face, my voice rough with need. 

“What is it, c/n?” She asked, turning her body more, her hip now digging into my groin, making me hiss as pleasure shot through me from the friction of her body against mine. 

“You’re not on top of me,” I managed, my tongue heavy in my mouth. 

She looked at my lips once, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A shy smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked back up at me through her long lashes. There was that hint of irresistible sexuality that burned in her eyes right before she took action. 

Using the sides of the tub as help, she twisted her body around. The hot water sloshed around us as she settled her open thighs over mine, resting on my lap. I was completely hard at this point and she knew it. Her heavy-lidded eyes lifted to mine, and she held my gaze as she swiveled her hips over me.

“Mm, sorry, just needed to find the right spot,” she smiled wickedly.

My head fell back as her movements made me involuntarily jerk up to rub up on her. 

“Find the right spot, my ass. We may be in the bath but you’re still playing dirty as fuck,” I hissed out through my lust, forcing my eyes to open so as to take in her beautiful face. 

She simply gave me one of those angelic smiles that would normally make me laugh from how it contrasted with her piercing gaze if I wasn’t under her influence. She was a drug to me, and I craved every part of her. 

She nipped at my bottom lip and I gripped onto her hips, rubbing circles into the soft skin there, pressing her harder over me. She gave into me and started swiveling her hips in a circle over my erection the way she knows drives me insane. The bath water sloshed noisily now, as I hungrily took her lips between mine, our tongues sliding against one another, tasting, savoring, moaning. 

Her wet fingers traced a wet trail of water droplets up my bare back and into the damp hair at the nape of my neck. As our kisses turned even more urgent, and her thrusts over me frantic, her grip on the ends of my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. 

“Shit, goddamnit, y/n,” I growled, moving my lips to her neck, nipping and grazing my teeth down until I bent her backwards so her neck rested on the opposite edge of the tub. 

“C/n,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around me, fingers grasping at me. 

I simply groaned back at her as I watched her hair fall erotically into the water, swirling in the blue-ish water. Her back arched as I cupped my hand to gather water in my palm, letting it poor between the valley of her breasts. 

“I’ve never believed in any god, but when it comes to you it’s all I can do to stop myself from worshiping your body any time I’m around you,” I breathed out, watching how her chest rose and fell frantically. 

“So do it,” she pleaded. 

Her eyes were glazed as I gazed down at her. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, chuckling when she tried to pull me in for more. Instead, I pulled away, lathering my hands in soap, making it turn into a sudsy thick covering over my palms. 

Slowly, my eyes trying to memorize every detail of her, I trailed a soap covered finger down her collarbone to the middle of her chest. Bringing my other hand up, I smoothed both my palms over her tits and she gasped at the contact. I gave her a grin, as her eyes slid closed. My hands continued their journey down over her waist, swirling the soap over her wet skin. 

“Please–ah–c/n,” she whined. 

“I can’t just leave the soap on you, gotta wash it off you,” I smiled softly, adoration swelling in my chest. 

“Fuck that,” she smirked. 

Before I knew what was happening, she had tugged turned the shower on, letting the spray rain down on us and her body. I watched it wash the soap from her body, mesmerized by how it slid off her body into the water in the tub.

“Now, shut up and fuck me already,” She laughed, pulling me down over her in a searing kiss. 

anonymous asked:

au where Viktor try to come up with any excuse just to be able to touch Yuuri’s hair <3


“Let me,” Victor says as he watches Yuuri comb through his hair in front of their full-length hotel room mirror. He steps up beside him and takes the comb out of his hand, performing the same action himself, starting with the right, then the left, then back to the right again. Eventually, it’s flat and all of the tangles are out, but he keeps going, his free hand following the comb’s movements and his fingers flowing through the soft strands.

Yuuri leans against him, unable to help himself. “That… That feels good.”

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Nervous (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request: can you write some Steve Harrington fluff where he and the reader are going on a Formal Date and he’s actually really nervous about cleaning up and stuff and Jonathan and Nancy are teasing him about it like “AW HE HAS A HEART” and he’s all pouty but they’re like “don’t worry you’re gonna do great” and Jonathan’s like “make me proud” and then the reader gets there she ruffles his (now) slicked back hair and pulls out his tucked in tie and pulls him by it and he nuts right then and there bye

 A/N: I really love this prompt and Steve Harrington oh my gosh, this came out better than I imagined, please be kind, as this is my first imagine I’ve posted online

Steve Harrington didn’t get flustered, thank you very much. No person in Hawkins has ever seen Steve nervous like this. No one has seen the way his eyelashes flutter more often than needed, or the way his breaths are more spaced apart than usual. No other eyes besides his own have noticed the way Steve’s fingers tap nervously against his black slacks, or the fact that he is combing his hair way too much(or that he put slightly too much gel in it to slick it back). That is, until Nancy Wheeler pointed it out.

“Steve! Your hair!” Nancy gasped when he entered the living room. Jonathan jumped at the sudden noise beside him.

“What? Is it too much?” Steve asked, stopping mid-brush. His hair was now almost flat against his skull, and glossed so much it shone.

“Jesus, you look like a bald man with a comb-over. Let me fix it.” Nancy weaseled out of Jonathan’s comfortable embrace and herded Steve into the bathroom. She washed the gel out of his hair and started from scratch. The whole process took about twenty minutes, but Steve definitely looked better than he had before. Steve didn’t notice that Nancy Wheeler walked out of the bathroom with a look of sly pride on her cheeks. The only thing he did notice was that his tie still hung loose around his still-stiff collar. Steve’s nimble fingers smoothed his tie against his collared shirt before shrugging on a black suit jacket that he stole from his father’s closet.

“Look Nancy, little Stevie’s nervous!” Jonathan smirked from the couch.

“Shut the hell up, would ya?” Steve spat around the cigarette he held between his teeth. The cigarette wasn’t even lit, but the feeling of something besides the dry feeling in in his mouth soothed his flaring nerves.

“Aw, Nance, he really does have a heart under that cold skin.” Jonathan laughed lightly.

“Jonathan, that’s enough. It’s good that he’s nervous. It means he actually cares.” Nancy remarks while giving the dirty blonde a slight shove.

“Shut up guys. This isn’t cool.” Steve shook his head before walking out to the backyard to light his cigarette.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t ever get this worked up over anyone, let alone a girl.

But Y/N wasn’t just a girl.

Tonight is different. Tonight is the night when he can’t make a fool of himself. God forbid that he lets a snide comment slip about the way Y/N’s dress looks, or the way her hair is just a tiny bit more curled than usual. Steve Harrington, for the first time in his life, is truly nervous.

So here he is, pacing his living room while rolling and unrolling his sleeves, trying to decide if ‘formal’ means showing skin or not. Nancy and Jonathan are house-sitting for the night (his parents are out of town, so it’s technically his job, but they’re both introverts and volunteered as soon as they got the news that Steve had finally asked Y/N out), so they’re lounging on the couch watching some boring documentary about penguins.

“Steve, would you cut it out? You’re ruining the movie.” Nancy whined.

“He’s nervous, Nance. Give him a break. Look at him,” Jonathan gestured at Steve’s shaking hands, “how many times has he rolled and unrolled those sleeves?” Steve gave Jonathan a look that could probably summon the Demogorgon again had the doorbell not rung.

“Shit that’s probably her.” Steve took a deep breath before squishing the cigarette into the ashtray and walking to the door. Steve’s heart was beating against his ribcage, the way it did just before the snap of the ball on a Friday night. His clammy hand met the cold door handle, and his slightly pink Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

A chilly breeze blew into the house, and gave the brunette boy goosebumps under his shirt. Steve’s eyes widened at the sight of Y/N standing there, leaning on the rail of the doorstep. Her hair fell the way it always did, soft and perfect, and so touchable (at least to Steve). Her dress hugged her body in every right way, not a provocative way but in a lovely, youthful, almost rebellious way. Her eyes held a spark of mischief and delight that Steve could almost grasp.

“About damn time, Harrington. I was about to freeze out here.”

“Sorry, I-uh…do you want to come in? Er….”

“Steve, did you comb your hair?” Her soft hands reached up and ruffled it. If he had done it himself, he would’ve been a little upset, but in this moment, he really couldn’t care less.

“Yeah, I just…” Steve cursed himself for stammering, he never got this nervous, but for Y/N, it was a feeling he could get used to.

“Steve Harrington, getting all cleaned up for a date? I didn’t think this happened much…at all, really,” Y/N’s fingers untucked the tie from Steve’s jacket, and Steve suddenly forgot how to breathe, “but I could get used to this.


Comic-Con: Castiel X Reader

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Words: 1295 (This was supposed to be a drabble)

Summary: Sam, Dean and YN head to a comin convention when they are made aware of a possible case, but when Supernatural fans begin talking to the trio, secrets are revealed.

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anonymous asked:

Pretty much the only time somebody outside of the context of a provider-patient relationship has any business commenting on somebody else's health is when the person is showing potential signs of a medical emergency. Like, "I think you're having a stroke" or "Your breath smells like ketoacidosis I think you need to get your blood sugar checked asap".

That and also the “5 minute rule” like don’t comment on someone’s look if they can’t fix it in 5 minutes like “oh your hair is messy” fine cool I have a comb “there’s something in your teeth” great thanks let me find a mirror “your acne is getting worse” suck my ass “you’ve got to lose weight” I will eat you and everything you love

anonymous asked:

how about a scenario where Kuroo has a gf who has worse bedhead than him and he tries to tame her bedhead?



Last night was perfect.

Kuroo Tetsuro invited _____ over to watch a movie and according to his plan, it had rained really hard.

That sly bastard.

So that’s how she ended up sleeping over his house while his parents were away.

“Tetsuro I don’t mind walking home!” She said walking to the door.

Kuroo rushed to stop her and he grabs her hand. “Stay. Please. And i won’t let you go out in this storm! It’s crazy!” He said holding boyh her hands and gazing into her eyes.

She bites her lip as she contemplates in her mind.

She looks outside, hoping for some goddamn reason the rain had stopped.

It wasn’t that she DIDN’T want to sleep over,

she was just too damn shy.

‘It’s not like he’ll dump me, right?’

“Fine. Can i borrow some clothes? And shower?”

“Of course you can.” He says kissing her cheek.


Kuroo woke up, his arms around a body, his legs tangled with his lover, and he smiled to himself.

She was so beautiful. They had spent the night cuddling the storm away.

He opens his eyes and he sees messed up hair.

He looks at it, confused. Why was her hair so messy?

He pulls away and woke _____ up, it was 10 am anyway.

Her hair was a disaster.

It was like there had been a hurricane in the damn house.

He wasn’t alone this time.

He chuckled as she yawns and stretches her arms and legs.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” He says, shocking the girl he loved.

Her eyes widened as she saw Kuroo’s body next to hers. She looks at the mirror on the wall on her right side and she gasps.

“Oh my god this is why I didn’t want to stay over.” She mumbles as she rubs her eyes and covers her red face.

Kuroo laughs and pulls his lover into his arms.

“At least i know that somebody’s got wore bedhead than I do.” He teases.

“Shut up Tetsuro.” She groans.

Kuroo pats her hair down, wondering if it would settle down a bit.

It didn’t

“How do you fix this though?” He asks.

“I have to wash it every morning, it sucks.” She says sighing. She stands and stretches her arms.

“Where are you going?” He asks. She wasnt leaving so soon!

“To wash my hair. It looks like birds have nested in it.”

“How about,” he holds her hand and pulls her to the bed.

“I try to fix it?” He says smirking.

“Tetsuro you can’t even fix yours, how do you expect to fix mine?” She giggles.

“Don’t me _____. Come on.”

“Okay fine.”

So he grabs a hair comb which was left abandoned in his desk.

He starts to comb through her hair and it was stuck.

Stuck in the middle of her hair.

“That’s not how to do it babe.”

“Ssshhhh! Let me do it..” he says as he struggles to get the comb out.

“Kuroo it hurts.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Babe it’s my hair.”

“Babe let me do it.”

“Kuroo, no.”


“I like your bedhead.”

“Thats because you’ve given up on combing it huh?”

“Pretty much.”

First Date

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski
Words: 2,852 
Warnings: none. you’re in the clear.
Request? yes or no
Forever Tag: @stilinske
A/N: here is the request hot and fresh out the oven. okay that’s a lie it’s been in my folder since idk two days ago ?? idk. hope you like it! and i hope i did it justice i’m sorry if it’s not fluffy enough. :( i still hope you enjoy it!! 

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[Femslash February]: Theme Park

this got a touch angsty and im sorry. it ends on a good note tho, i promise

also: the cauldron ride i mention is like the American-version of the teacup rides. y’all know the one. 

Day 13: Theme Park (Alyanette + post-reveal)

Words: 2106

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Aquarium]

Marinette pressed her car keys and two tickets to Parc Asterix in Alya’s hands one morning. “Let’s go on a day trip.”

She’d interrupted Alya while she was in the middle of typing an article she had due in a few days. But Alya grabbed the tickets and flipped them over in her hands to make sure they were real. “You blasted money on these? We haven’t gone to that place in years – ”

“I know!” Marinette shouted. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, trying to control her tone. “I-I know I just….I wanna go now, okay? I just. I need to go, and I need you to come with me.”

Alya frowned and pushed Marinette’s hair behind her ears, fingers getting caught in the tangles that Marinette hadn’t combed out in three days. “Okay, um. Let me just save this and get my coat. Then we’ll go, okay?”

Marinette waited in the living room – sans makeup, in old clothes she never liked wearing out the house, hair uncombed and thrown into a bun – while Alya packed them cold lunches and collected her money and credit cards. 

The akuma attack ten days ago was one of the scary ones that only ever cropped up a handful of times. The last one was over a year ago, far enough back to lull the city and Ladybug into a false sense of security and make this new one particularly horrifying. Alya wasn’t able to catch all the footage, but the rest of the Internet had filled in the gaps. See, when your wife was flying across the city and battling an akuma that could make objects and people disintegrate with a single touch, you couldn’t help but be filled with excitement and pride, and you feel privileged to even know someone as strong and selfless as that, let alone be married to them. 

But when you see her pinned down by that akuma, his hand hovering just above her face, poised to kill and not harm, you get snapped back to a sobering sort of reality that reminds you how much danger she puts herself in everyday. 

Apparently, she got away with only a singed cheek since Chat Noir had finally recovered from his injuries in time to save her. All was well in the end, and Alya had sobbed into Adrien’s shoulder that day, thanking him with a level of sincerity she hadn’t thought herself capable of. But Marinette had come home that day, called out of work for a week, left her discarded clothes on the floor of their bedroom, and crawled into bed. It was five days since then, and she hadn’t done much else but stay there. 

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(Jasper Cullen Imagine)

Request:  Can you do a long romantic / Sweet y/n Jasper Imagine please ?

Writer:  Admin M

You sat at your vanity chair in your bedroom. The breeze blew through your window causing you to shiver. You often left your window open no matter the weather; in hopes Jasper would come through to visit you.

You brushed through your silky hair, trying to make yourself look pretty. Jasper had said he was coming over tonight and you wanted to stun him.

You looked in the mirror and saw a reflection at the back of your room. You smiled and turned around. “Y/N.” Jasper said, a hint of his southern accent shinning through.

“Hello.” You responded meekly, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smiled warmly at you. Whenever you were in his presence you always felt calm, no matter what the situation was.

“How are you, my love?” He asked approaching you, you turned back to the mirror and finished combing your hair. “Let me do that and you tell me about your day.”

He took the brush from your hand and began stroking your hair. “I had a good day today.” You began as you leaned into his soft movements. “I finished my paper that I’ve been working on for a while.”

“May I read it?” Jasper asked softly, he always loved to involve himself in your schoolwork; especially English. You nodded and stood up to retrieve it out of your backpack.

You slowly handed it to him and he swiftly took it, scanning his eyes across it, taking in every detail.

“This is beautiful work, Y/N” He said causing you to blush. “Thank you Jasper.” He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear.

For anyone who thinks their fanfic is garbage - every fanfic I’ve ever read from this fandom (and I’ve literally spent hours combing stories) - let me repeat - every.single.story. - was better than 50 Shades of Grey.

No matter how bad you think your writing is, I bet it’s better than:

“I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto.”

“I’m all deer/headlights, moth/flame, bird/snake - and he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.”

Munich Comic Con (aka what is my life?)

So Thursday I got up at 4 in the morning to take the bus at around 5 (thankfully the bus stop is like a 15 minute walk for me) and arrived at 10 in the morning in Cologne, where I met up with Leonie (@cafeleningrad), who promptly started lecturing me about the history of Cologne. As someone who absolutely loves history this was so great! We had such a great time together, to the point where I ended up coughing all day Friday from talking too much. Thursday evening we watched the amazing movie that I recommend you all to watch called “the world’s end” and on Friday we got up early to take a walk in cologne, which ended in us stumbling upon a goth shop, this was not good for my money but I’ll get to that later since I decided to go back after the con and see how much money I had left. In the afternoon we took the train to Munich and I taught Leonie some Dutch and she taught me some German. When we arrived Lavi ( @janiedean ) was waiting for us and we got some nice dinner together.

Alfie being adorbs!

On Saturday morning we got up really early to go to the con (after having a nice breakfast together) the first thing on the program was taking a picture with Alfie, I was quite sad about the fact that I would not get to talk to him first because the last few times I met him and asked if he remembered he didn’t recognize me, but when I told him “I’m the girl who gave you the book” then he remembered. So I was sure it was going to be the same this time. But apparently it was not, when I went in line for the picture he looked at me and pointed at me in a sort of “I see you” manner, at that point I was still not sure if it was me he was looking at but then he waved at me and I waved back. When it was my turn he asked me how I was doing and hugged me (and it’s not like he did this with anyone else). Then later at the autographs I told him I was sorry for stalking him everywhere (in a joking manner of course) to which he said something along the lines off “no it’s great, the books you gave me are amazing. And I remember I met you at ring con and some other cons. Where are you coming from?” to which I said that I’m from Ghent and that I met him there as well. And I mentioned that I met him when I went to see his play, the spoils. And then he thanked me. He said that it’s so nice that I came to see his play because game of thrones is great but this play was really something special to him. And I told him that I really enjoyed it and in fact started going to plays more often ever since and that made him really happy, he said that that is “music to his ears” because more young people need to go to the theater. He also said that he liked my dress and my (Greyjoy) necklace. After our talk I asked him if perhaps I could film him saying “happy birthday” to @creepywarleggan because it was her birthday but she couldn’t make it. He agreed and actually took my phone himself and filmed himself, it’s absolutely adorable! After me Lavi and Leonie got their autographs (but you should go to them to read about what happened there) we ended by telling him that we are not very happy about the show but we are very happy about him.

During the q&a I actually managed to get over my anxiety enough to ask him a question. And honestly, I only did that for him, Jeffrey Combs was there as well and I love him (I shall get back to him in a moment) but I wouldn’t do that for him but for Alfie it was worth shaking in my seat a little. I asked him what his favourite aspect of Theon’s arc is, to which he responded that his favourite aspect was how human Theon is through the mistakes that he makes.

Sunday, Jeffrey Combs day

So… since I don’t talk about being a horror fan on tumblr that often, let me talk about Jeffrey Combs for a moment. He is the actor who portrayed the character of Herbert West in one of my all time favourite horror movies Re-Animator. I had a huge obsession with him back when I was 16 years old so when he was announced to come to the munich comic con, I instantly started crying! I couldn’t believe I’d get a chance to meet him! I was gonna get an autograph on Saturday as well and do my picture with him on Sunday but there was no time, so I had to wait till Sunday for both. But it actually turned out perfect because I went to him when absolutely no one was there, so he was just sitting there, looking around, probably being bored. So I walked up to him and told him that I love Re-animator (and that he probably hears this all the time) and Leonie told him how much I had been talking about horror movies during the weekend. I asked him if he is a fan of lovecraft and Poe (since he played in a lot of adaptations of their stories and got to play both authors as well) he said that, as an actor, he liked Poe more than lovecraft because lovecraft was more interested in the atmosphere while Poe was interested in his characters as well. he said that he is not fond of the type of horror movies where teenagers get killed one by one, to which I agreed and mentioned that I mostly love directors like Dario Argento (who he then said, he met) and David Cronenberg, and we agreed that they are great. He also recommended a movie to me, which I will watch sometime soon. All in all, it was a success.

Right before we left, Leonie and I also went to briefly talk to Gemma and I asked her if she remembered me (because she did last time, but that was like 3 years ago) and she did remember me, which is absolutely crazy to me tbh! She was very nice but got called away quite quickly. It was enough for me though, I really just wanted to say hi.

We also saw a walking dead panel, which was nice because Emily Kinney was there and I’m not the craziest walking dead fan out there but I did have a thing for Daryl and Beth back in the day! And Emily sang at the end of the panel, which was great!

Sunday evening, Leonie and I went to have one last nice dinner together and got a ride back to Cologne, the next day I spent some more money in that goth shop and bought myself a nice corset! And then I had to go home, another 5 hours on the bus, and I got home yesterday evening at around 11 thirthy. And this morning I Had to get up at 8 to go to therapy (woohoo)