lol things that only a few people on here will really appreciate but oh well

lilac;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,819

summary-  “au where you have a stripe of your soulmate’s hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair the stripe changes colors” soulmate!au

a/n- !!! im sure you guys have seen this au idea before, but i still hope you like my take on it! btw it is an au, but everything is the same except that people have soulmates. BTS is still famous in this! (this gif was the closest to lilac i could find lol)

Originally posted by classysuga

The club’s lights hurt your eyes, but that may be the liquor talking.

“How long have we been here?” you ask your closest friend, Euna, with a bit of boredom laced between your words. She only shrugs.

“Like an hour. Why?” she asks while taking a swig of her beer. You sigh and shake your head.

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Skam 4x05 updated opinion

I had time to think about what happened in Skam lol, my last post was a little harsh, I just really can relate to Sana and was a bit out of it after seeing her in pain. This all just touched me more than I thought it could. But I trust Julie has this major plan. Anyways, so here my opinions after having calmed down:

Boy Squad vs Balloon Squad
I still stand with the Mikeal-was-outside and Isak-nagged-him-out-of-prior-shown-interest-to-the-Even-Mikael-relationship-theory. The Balloons saw it as a threat, then went and punched Isak. Just seems reasonable. Also I dont believe that Yousef is gay or whatever, that’s last seasons story, would be way to repetitive. But yes he probably had some bigger influence on the Evenstory. Maybe he was really unaccepting of Even being gay and feels guilty about it, which made him stop being religious. Also now I think that the incident could actually have an effect on the balloon squad. With Yousef bailing on his friends. Also Elias knew about Yousana, and he will know about Sana hurting. That could lead to a conflict. Sidenote: Really want to know why Elias got drunk last week..

Vilde and the Pepsi Max Bitches
It looks really bad still. But I just can’t believe its in Julie’s interest to make Vilde this racist villain, who backstabs her friends for blond and popular bitches. I heard some people say we are underestimating her like in S2 and she has a bigger plan.. Okay her judgmental behavior and snitching to the Pepsi Max Girls doesn’t look all that good, but maybe, just maaaybe there will be a way to explain this?!! Maybe not. I don’t know. We will have to suffer through this annoying Vilde a little longer. But I would love to see her be part in taking down the Pepsi Max hoes. That could make up for it…a little.

Noora
I tried to put myself into her shoes by now. Sana really had a few chances to tell her about Yousef, he had been a topic in their conversations a few times. She was hurt about William, felt betrayed by Sana and kissed this hot Turkish dude. Fine. Still find it bad that Noora never asked about Sana’s feelings.
Also that teaser.. (why is S4 so much about Noora ffs) It made me really nervous. It’s obviously Noora- her lips, her skin, her hand, her hair. She is biting down on a to the metaphorical carrot, representing Yousana. *Eskilds voice* DRAMA!

Sana
The more I think about that clip, the more pain I feel for this fictional character. It was just blow after blow for Sana. She really doesn’t deserve this, we can all agree that we just want Sana to be happy.
I have no idea where the second part of the season is headed. Maybe Sana will silently cut her social robes and confine even deeper into herself until she breaks? Or she will go all out and try revenge? Will she send an Email to William from Noora’s Account? Will she try to take down Pepsi Max? Will she call out her friends? Will she confront Yousef? Maybe all of the above will happen. Its all open at this point. I just want her to not get hurt anymore. That clip was just too much. Lets this be the lowest point and lets hope things will keep going up from now on.. please.

Yousef
As we all know, Yousef was acting really OOC. First he’s smiling coming into the Bar, but once he looked at Even and then Sana he seemed sort of pissed. Then he ignored Sana throughout the night, until he calls her to break up a fight between 9 guys while touching her quiet intimately and his hand lingering on her neck/back, even though Yousef always respected Sana’s boundaries. Then he doesn’t even go to help his friends. And lastly he kisses Sana’s best friend.
So I’ve read alot of theories, but none make perfect sense to me personally. It seems there isn’t one reason for all this, there must have been multiple factors leading to this. Most people seem to think, that this scenario is reasonable: He was upset about Sana supposedly setting them up with Even and hiding that. Also being hurt, cause he believed she only invited them for that and not out of personal interest in Yousef. That anger made him not respect Sana’s boundries and touch her (a little rude?). He didn’t help his friends because Noora stopped him on his way (although: Bros before hoes. She would still be there after the fight to comfort). Noora being upset about Williams new GF tried her luck with Yousef and in the process innocently told him about what Sana had said to her, like him being immature and only playing with Norwegian girls. So he was even more upset and that made him kiss Noora back. But he didn’t seem that into it, cause he still likes Sana.
Personally I think (and I don’t know if anyone has said it already) Noora might have mentioned one more thing.. Also remember Julie never introduces characters if they don’t have a future influence.. so Noora might have mentioned Sana and her being in Grønland and meeting those muslim guys, that one dude and Jonas 2.0, who did seem to flirt with Sana. So Yousef thought she betrayed him first with her dating someone else and did what he did. If you look at it from this perspective, it was just blow after blow for him as well that night. Soo yeah, kind of feel bad for him too if that was the case. Sidenote: Imagine a jealous Yousef seeing Sana with Jonas 2.0, that would be an interesting scene.
Regarding the other theories. Like explained before, I don’t think he is gay and I dont believe Noora was his love interest all along, since he supposedly only actively connected to Sana after meeting the girls? (Kill me please) Digging way to deep here guys, cause how could we possibly misread the flower picking, the basketball playing, the shy looks, the smiling, the deep conversations, the speechlessness, the heart emoji, the alt for deg, the carrot pealing… Oh man, Julie better have this damn masterplan. She probably does too, and part of it is people like me going crazy about what this all could possibly mean. It will all end well but it might not be what we hoped for in the beginning of the season. And that also unsettles me.

Honorable Mentions:
- Evak singing was cute af
- The Boy Squad is back finally
- Sana looked so damn beautiful, still not over it
- Chris and Sana’s friendship and throwback was cuuute
- Vilde’s weird blinking when Magnus kissed her..
- I think I own that exact shirt Noora was wearing lol (H&M everybody, it’s actually a bodysuit)
- Balloon Squad looked on fleek as always
- Eskild is back finally
- The fight scene was actually really cool (New Level is a great work out song btw)

Sorry for the length. Just trying to get through this Pause while getting my shots of Skam (Skam - not even once). Thanks to all the people writing beautiful fanfics, much appreciated. How are you guys holding up?

anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 3

Originally posted by illgif4you

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m so excited that a lot of you are loving his series, it gives me so much joy I swear I’ve been smiling non-stop these past few days. An anon suggested that I should make a masterlist for this, maybe I will, once I figure out how to do that lol. Oh and this is going to be one of those slow burn series, so bear with me :)

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NEW YORK

“Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it.” Steve said quietly as he made his way into Sharon’s New York apartment. Ever since she was placed in the Joint Terrorism Taskforce, although she was officially stationed in Germany, she had been going back and forth between The States and Germany, so she thought it would make sense to have a place of her own.

“It’s no trouble, it’s Barnes, you know I’m all in.” She gave him a genuine smile.

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@firebyfire here you go, sweetheart. It’s a slight bit different, but you will get clumsy Newt swooning over hot Graves. I promise that.

I thought it will be a short one. It’s not. lol

  • I’ve seen you several times around uni and every time you’ve seen me tripping over something I swear it’s not because I’m swooning at how hot you are 

Newt heard a lot of things about the new assistant of Anatomy professor. He usually didn’t really care about people, about how they look or what they wear. He was listening to what they talk about. And well, that narrowed his attention to the grumpy old professors and their lessons.

He was perfectly fine with that kind of student’s life and often was simply ignored by his fellow group mates. Oh, they tried to socialize with him, inviting him along when they went somewhere to have fun, but Newt wasn’t good at socializing. He always tended to annoy people, so he stopped trying a long time ago.

The first time he saw Mr. Graves was like watching some sloppily made introduction to a porn film. He watched few, alright? Just to experiment stuff, don’t judge him. So, Mr. Graves entered the classroom, pacing like a fucking model in front of them and stopped by the professor’s desk to tell the old man something.

Newt’s eyes didn’t know where to look seriously. He didn’t see anyone ever before who will think of as an attractive person. There was a lot of whispering between his mates but he paid them no attention, because Graves was going back and their eyes just met? And Newt’s hand jerked dropping the pencil he held. So, he naturally went down, under the desk to search for it, only to unceremoniously bang his head when he wanted to stand up. He got out eventually, not without a dull pain in his skull, but Graves was already gone and he dreamily sighed for the rest of the lesson, which he didn’t find as interesting as five minutes ago.

The second time he saw Mr. Graves was when he had his lunch at the cafeteria, the next Wednesday. Newt sat silently at his usual spot, near the window, munching on his favorite sandwich and reading through his report. Whenever he had something to work on, he would do that, but when he didn’t, he would just look out of the window and admire the nature. The spot had such a beautiful view and he was shocked that no one took it. Maybe other students were too busy gossiping and chatting with their friends.

A low hum made Newt raise his eyes from the paper he was reading. Mr. Graves sat at a table in front of him, and thank God, he was with his back at Newt, because Newt couldn’t trust his face at the moment. Mr. Graves was probably eating something really delicious, judging by the appreciative sounds he made.Newt’s face turned red and he couldn’t really breathe… because he was literally choking on his sandwich. He tried to swallow, tears forming in his eyes. After seconds of struggling, and he genuinely thought he will die, the bite of food went down his throat and he started coughing violently. Several persons watched him with worry, including Mr. Graves. Why no one gave him the attention when he almost died moments ago?

Mr. Graves was faster than his thought process, and no, he’s not stupid, he’s the smartest on his course, his mind was clouded by this man- and gave him a glass of water - his glass, as Newt noted - encouraging him to drink it up while soothingly rubbing his back. Those big hands felt so warm, even through the fabric of his sweater and Newt wanted to feel them on other parts of his body, everywhere to be precise, but Mr. Graves withdrew his hand much sooner than Newt would prefer to. When he tried to thank him, Newt stuttered and blushed such a deep shade of red, he didn’t need to see himself in a mirror to feel how hot his cheeks grew. Graves smiled at him, and God, the man was clearly trying to kill Newt, because what he was doing to redhead’s heart?

With a short nod, the man sat back at his table and resumed eating his lunch. Newt buried his face into his papers, trying to focus on them and not on the muscles flexing on Graves’ hands as that brought the spoon to his mouth.

When the Wednesday came around again, Newt sat restless through all of his lessons in hope to catch a glimpse of his crush- oh. He was crushing on Mr. Graves. This… wasn’t so bad, if he thought about it. Half of the university was crushing on him. It felt like crushing on a celebrity or something along those lines, because if he was being serious, he had no chances. Where was Mr. Graves and where was he?

Thinking about how his love life will never actually exist, he walked through the almost empty corridors, leading to the library. He loved to spend his free time in there. The dorms weren’t exactly a place where you can relax, study or read something. At least his roommate was just the silent type as he was, something he could not quite attribute to their neighbors on both sides.

The smell of books, paper, ink and dust drew a fond smile out of him and Newt walked through the endless aisles in search of that book he wanted to check out some time ago. Spotting the needed row, he went directly for the place he saw the book the last time at. Just, it wasn’t here. His smile turned into a pout as his eyes searched for something else to occupy his mind with.

A small chuckle caught his attention and he turned his head in that direction, only to come face to face with the book he looked for. The book moved out of his vision and its place took a familiar handsome face of assistant Graves.

“You wanted to read this one?“ the man asked, his lips quirking up at Newt’s stuttered greeting. Newt nodded frantically, not trusting his mouth anymore and desperately trying to avoid eye-contact.

“You can take it then.“ Graves said, shoving gently the book into Newt’s trembling hands. Newt’s eyes widened and he actually looked up.

“Why?“ was his simple question and it made Graves smile

“Well, it would be rude to not give the student the opportunity to learn, even if it’s…“ his eyes were focused on Newt’s as he murmured, his voice becoming deeper “Captive Prince.“

Newt wanted the floor to crack and swallow him completely. He did want to read it, because he was a bit curious. Especially after seeing how the girls won’t shut up about how hot it is.

He didn’t observe when Graves invaded his personal space and practically shoved his body into the books behind, his hands blocking any ways to escape and his body dangerously pressing onto Newt’s as he whispered

“Newton Scamander, I would like to ask you to stop blushing so cutely whenever you see me, because I swear to God, I’ll do…“ Graves leaned and kissed him hard, and fiercely, passionately even. “this.“ He finished, his eyes devouring Newt’s swollen, wet lips.

Newt watched him through his lashes, his brain empty all of a sudden and lips burning. Maybe his mind was clouded again, but there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t mind Graves doing that again. And even more. So, Newt just silently claimed Graves’ lips in a sloppy kiss. He was clumsy here as well, but he hoped that Graves will teach him how to do things properly from now on.

Review : The Most Beautiful My Time With Prince

Okay this will be long, but I have a lot to say about this book….

Let’s all take a moment.

Take a deep breath.

4 counts in. Hold it it. 4 counts out.

You good?

Okay…

Mayte Garcia is probably one of the most polarizing figures in the P universe. 

We knew she was his first wife. Mother of his kids. They shared several tragedies. She was on a reality show. Things happened.

Not a ton of info about their time together other than what was heard on the grapevine…and OH what a grapevine it has been.

So informed by said grapevine, I came to this book full of side eye, salt, and envy if I can be completely honest here. Lump on the features in People magazine, I came with WHY?! Reading that absolutely tuned my stomach and I felt horrible for wanting to know such personal things.

But then I realized, I was reading this in People magazine, which isn’t the most credible source for information as they tend to be sensational most of time.

So I said to myself, I’ve read dozens upon dozens of Prince books and articles from former band mates, scholars, super fans, journalists, groupies, ex-girlfriends…why not read one by his first wife.

Also, if I want to speak about this book with any credibility, I have to read it.

And so I did.

Can I tell you that I had to eat every single judgmental thought I’ve ever had about her?

Can I tell you that she addresses pretty much every “why” question I had regarding her?

Can I tell you about the amount of self-awareness this woman has and perhaps even had during her time with Prince?

Can I tell you how surprised I was about how well written this book is? About how good of a story teller she is? About how my respect for her just as a woman skyrocketed?

Can I tell you how ashamed I was for being surprised about how well written this book is? About how good of a story teller she is? About how my respect for her just as a woman only skyrocketed after having read this?

Can I tell you that even at the sweetest moments with her and P, I did not have an IOTA of envy and was excited and happy that they were so in love? 

Can I tell you how important context is when considering what people do and why they do it? 

This book is about Mayte Garcia.

It’s about HER life and when Prince enters it, it’s still about HER life. When he exits…still about HER life. 

I feel like I grew as a person by reading this, learning not to judge, and to look at myself and really consider the reasons why I react or get upset about things regarding P, or really just in general. I learned to address those things so I can be free to just absorb and appreciate other people’s life experience without placing my own projections onto it.

Not gonna lie, this is a VERY difficult book to read, especially leading up to the anniversary, not because of what’s in it (the info about Prince and his habits isn’t new if you’ve read Dance, Music, Sex, Romance by Per Nilsen or Possessed by Alex Hahn) but because of the emotionally raw place it comes from.

Everyone will stand in front of a huge mirror when it comes to this book. What you see in it will be very revealing of who you are as a person.  

If you’re coming to it with an anti-mayte agenda and a point to prove, you will find evidence here that will corroborate what you think about her…because that is what you will want to find…and that is all that you will see.

If you’re coming with a set idea that Prince is a wonderful, loving, sexy and giving musical genius, you may be in for a disruptive experience that will humanize him in more ways you’re ready for (ESPECIALLY if you haven’t read the aforementioned books).

If you come with a general curiosity about him with no context about him otherwise, you will find it to be a depiction of a flawed genius…and maybe a few other not so nice judgements without having the context of his upbringing.  

If you come with a critical, but open minded place of love4oneanother and really lean into this, really dig in and challenge yourself, your perceptions, your prejudices, your bias, you will find this book to be an incredibly DIFFICULT, but humbling and cathartic experience.

I thoroughly enjoyed this deeply resonating and evocative journey. I came with a critical, but open minded mindset, had to reset my own feelings every few pages…then found that I didn’t have to anymore as I progressed through the book. I emerged with HUGE amounts of respect for Mayte, and yes Prince was humanized even more in a MAJOR way through her lens, even given that much the info here isn’t new if you’ve been around. 

It’s interesting in that he is in this book for sure, but this book is not about him at all. You still only get a glimpse of who he was. I found I still very much loved and wanted to protect the complex and human man that was depicted here (as much as you can a stranger). He is still a wonderful, loving, sexy, giving musical genius. Even at the most difficult points when he seemed to be only one of those things (lol), he was still transparent, pure of intent, and INCREDIBLY consistent in the way he dealt with really everything. He’s still my Professor…now more than ever…and in more ways than I ever thought he could be…

Whatever your perception of this book is, in reading it, you will be challenged deeply on the reasons why you are fam and you will have to face that truth in a VERY direct way. It will take some time to process and you should let this marinate for a minute while you do. Don’t be afraid of what might come up as you work it out. Let it wash over you and really do some self inventory…if you do this right, it can really be an amazingly healing ride. That was my experience and I hope you are able to free yourself so you can learn, grow, and heal from this journey as well.

Amazon 13.99-27.58

I bet you didn’t think that by “incredibly soon” I meant about a day later, huh? Truth be told I felt kinda bad about the previous chapter because it was mostly just a filler chapter to speed the plot along and show some time passing, but this one and the next couple chapters deliver some seriously flirty vibes and drama (at least in my opinion) and the words just kept coming so I decided to seize the opportunity and post this ASAP.

I also found this chapter rather cathartic to write because I am still incorporating a lot of myself and my experiences into Rae and the story overall, so I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This chapter is at about 2,994 words, which is right on track with my goal of making each mini-fic 3,000 words or less!

Wanna get caught up on the updates leading up to this one? Look no further!

Feel free to let me know if you would like to be added/removed from the tagged list and I’ll be happy to oblige! As always: each and every one of you that read my writing, like, reply, reblog, etc. are amazing people and inspire me to keep writing! :)

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Nervous

Group/Member: ASTRO/Rocky

Genre: FLUFF. SO MUCH FLUFF.

Word Count: 1221

Summary: Besties who dance together, fall in love together. <3

Requested: yeppers!! This was requested by @justbeing-kpoptrash (ayyeee I did another request for you before!!!! Glad to see some regulars on this blog! ^-^ )

Author’s Note: I feel like this is absolute shit compared to my other works lol. Idek where I was going with this, but hopefully it won’t turn out too terrible!! Nevertheless, I hope this is what you were aiming for! :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I really like to draw and I want to learn how to do fanarts/digital drawings/etc... Can you give me any tips? Did you made any art course/degreed?

Hi there Anon, yes I did graduate with an Art degree! As for digital drawing tips (you may take anything I say with a grain of salt, I’m still learning too haha), I’d say start by getting used to taking advantage of “layers.” With, I think, most digital drawing tools like Paint Tool SAI, Photoshop, Corel Painter, and more, you can draw on individual layers stacked on top of each other therefore making it very easy to do line art on one layer and color on another. This lets you not mess up your lineart/guide while coloring or vise versa. ALSO, because it’s so easy to fix/adjust your drawing on the computer, make sure to experiment with different brushes and textures! What’s nice about digital drawing is that you can easily jump from an oil painting brush to pencil to marker depending on the style you want. But it’s good to always keep practicing with traditional mediums as well. You pretty much translate everything you learn about drawing and painting by hand to a digital software, which imitates traditional tools but adds “quick and efficient” methods to adjust and enhance your drawing. Since you mentioned you like to draw I’m sure you will have no problems transitioning into digital :) just take your time and play around with all the tools and brushes so you can get a better understanding of how the software works (I’m not sure which one you are planning to use?). Good luck! I’m sure you’ll do fine ~ I apologize if this wasn’t extremely helpful ;A; I really can only recommend you to try everything and to always keep doing traditional drawings as well.

Answering all ASKS (in a batch again ahhhh) here! 

Hi there guys! @masovince @you-can-be-yourself Reposting anywhere that isn’t Tumblr or DeviantArt is 100% ok with me so long as there are credits (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡ As for proper crediting, I think I would prefer if you included a direct link to my tumblr or deviantart so that there’s a connection to my accounts <3 thanks so much, it’s not a stupid question at all! And thank you guys for asking! 

HEH. LONG HAIRED YUURI IS MY NEW THING. hahah thank you Anon <3

Hey there! I use Photoshop ~ and oh man brushes. This is hard because I modify them so much from the originals. The base brushes I used are the standard default ones that are already in Photoshop5 but also a couple from Darek Zabrocki (http://daroz.deviantart.com/art/FREE-PHOTOSHOP-BRUSHES-DAREK-ZABROCKI-BRUSH-SET-431393487) and Aaron Griffin’s (http://aarongriffinart.deviantart.com/art/BRUSHES-609357781) free brush sets. 

Ahhh thank you so much, Anon! ;A; 

;___; Thank you so much! You’re making me blush ahhhahsgd I hope you had a fantastic new years as well! <3 

Oh my ~ thank you so much >///< it makes me so happy to hear you like my drawing enough to set it as a wallpaper !

@takaratime Ahhh thank you so much for your kind comment! I’ll keep working hard ( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡

@andifbyyes (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) Omg you’re too nice! Thank you so much ahhh! I’m so glad you like those pieces and noticed the little details and everything. I think one of the things I appreciated the most about YOI was how human the characters, and especially Yuuri, were. I always aspire to properly translate that into my fanart so it makes my day to read your comment ;__; thank you again <3

@luchile Hey there! Thank you so much <3 and ahhh thank you for your interest in my drawings! Unfortunately I do not have a shop set up. I never really draw fanart with the intention of selling them, but I’ve had quite a few people ask about this now so I may possibly open a print shop/commissions in the future :)) I will let you know!

@rennomus Ahhh thank you so much! >///< I might one day continue it but considering that I’d want to color every panel it might… be a while.. hahaha. And as for the Yule Ball idea, 46Gohan already drew them dancing together <3 and it was actually that drawing that inspired me so much. It’s so lovely and endearing! Please go check it out http://46gohan.tumblr.com/post/153315272616/so-ive-been-rewatching-the-hp-series-lately-and
 and the second part http://46gohan.tumblr.com/post/155186441091/more-yoi-hp-au-drawings-part-1-yurio-and-chris I absolutely adore this AU :)

@vergoftowels Ohhh yeah. That happens. And I guess there’s only so much one can do about reposts. Tumblr still hasn’t gotten back to me about the first one… lol. But thank you for letting me know :) I hope you have a great rest of your week ~

@foxnewsanchor Hi there! Ohhh man I’ve really seriously been wanting to participate in a zine (especially a YOI one) for a long time but I honestly don’t know if I have the time to commit to one. My online courses start in less than a month and I’m not sure how much time I will have to draw new YOI fanart. 
。゚・ (>﹏<) ・゚。 BUT thank you so much for the offer! I’m sure your zine will go well!

@ichigokeks Nooo omg thank YOU so much ahhh! (ಥ﹏ಥ) It’s really the greatest thing to hear that my drawings give other people joy. I’m so happy you like them, thank you again for your kind words, and I will keep practicing hard! <3 Much love!

@scarilypsycho *stalks you back* Ahhhh your comment makes me so happy! ;___; It is the biggest compliment to hear when your work affects people. Emotional atmosphere is something that I struggle with all the time so reading this gave me such a boost of energy <3 thank you so much!

☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆

Thank you to everyone who sent in ASKS! Also for future reference (and I’m so sorry about this) I will NOT be answering any more asks that are not a question, BUT I will respond via private message if you are not anonymous! :) You guys send in the sweetest comments and it makes my day to read them, but it’s just really hard doing screenshots over and over and then manually cutting out asks to do this in batches haha

I hope everyone had a fantastic new years ~ I’m super excited for my online courses to start! Have a few personal projects coming up too. Dabbling in animation lately so I MIGHT… Have something fun for ya’ll in the future depending on how it goes hehe. As for YOI week… Here’s what I’ll probably be doing next week lol.

Company - Part 9

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 2135

A/N: The next part is finally here! I’m sorry it took a while and I’m so happy you guys asked so much for it. It’s the longest part so far and a little angst, so I’m sorry in advance lol I really hope you enjoy it, and, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

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[VLD][Uliro] Tourniquet

Title: Tourniquet
Rating: T
Characters/pairings: Uliro, mentions of the other Paladins, mentions of Allura and Coran
Summary: Shiro patches Ulaz right back up. Ulaz helps Shiro put himself back together.

Also on AO3!

cross posted on tumblr bc I think people are lazy to follow links lol (@selina sorry not sorry for making this pop up on your dash again lmao)

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“This is unneeded,” Ulaz says, exasperated, as he tries to yank his arm out of Shiro’s grasp. “I am capable of doing this myself. I’ve treated myself for worse injuries in the past.”

“I know,” Shiro replies, his brow furrowed with intense concentration as he holds on strong. In his other hand are a pair of tweezers, pinched around a cotton ball saturated with a homemade ointment Coran swore up and down would help Galra wounds heal faster. “Stop—Ulaz, hold still! I might accidentally stab you with this, and then we’ll have an even bigger problem on our hands.”

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anonymous asked:

griezmann Imagine? :-)

jesus, sorry, this did not end the way i’d planned for this to end lol. hope you like it anyway 💩😂💕


You can’t move, can’t think, can barely even breathe when you see him standing there, his arm slung around a woman’s shoulders lazily, her body slightly leaned against his as he’s talking to one of Atlético’s managers.

He looks great in that suit. The thought strikes your mind as abruptly as lightning, and it’s just as blinding, just as debilitating. Heat crawls up your neck, all the way up to your cheeks, and you want to look away, need to, have to, but can’t. He’s always had that effect on you, always managed to keep you close, wanting more. How ironic. You want to laugh. Maybe you do. You’re not sure because you don’t feel anything but his presence, even if he’s a few feet away.

Antoine laughs — you don’t hear it, can only see it from where you’re standing, a glass of already lukewarm champagne in your trembling hand, but you know exactly what it sounds like. You’ve memorized him so well, too well, that you know which sounds accompany which miens. The woman next to him, his date, looks up at him, a surprised bark of laughter falling from her red lips.

Again, you remind yourself to try and tear your gaze away. Again, it doesn’t work. Ridiculous, you think, that you’re standing here on your own, at a lame party thrown to celebrate the most outstanding footballers of 2016, watching your ex and his new girlfriend. You can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s proposed to her already? If maybe she’s the one he can actually imagine spending a life with?

Huffing, you finally manage to look away. It’s ten in the evening now. Maybe you can just leave? Surely your boss wouldn’t be too pissed if you just said you couldn’t get any of the nominated footballers to give a short interview? Cristiano Ronaldo, for example, hadn’t even shown up so far.

Nah. That idea is crap and not an option. You need to keep your job, after all.

Thankfully, you catch sight of Gareth Bale pushing his way through the crowd, a polite smile on his face. With a deep breath, you walk over to him. It is an interview with questions he’d probably heard a million times this evening already, but he laughs and grins and says how grateful he is to have had all these great opportunities and moments, and god, he is nice. You see an engagement ring adorning his ring finger. Lucky woman. Your heart aches at the thought.

It’s not like marrying is your biggest goal in life, of course. You’re not obsessed with marriage. In fact, growing up, you hadn’t even wanted to marry at all — but then you’d met Antoine who has had every character trait you’d ever looked for in a man. He’s funny, spontaneous, sweet, caring, knows what he wants out of life. And apparently marrying you isn’t one of these things. It had hurt when he told you that he didn’t want to get married; especially since you’d later learned from one of his friends, Sebastian, that he’d sometimes talked about how and where he wanted to marry.

Sighing, you take a sip of champagne. It warms your chest a little already, so you decide to not drink a second glass after this. It wouldn’t look that professional if you stumbled around at this event, your press card a dead giveaway. Then again, it’s not super professional to just stand around and watch your ex boyfriend all the time. (Thank God you had managed to get a few footballers to do an interview already.)

“A glass of champagne, ma'am?” A waiter holding a silver tray with what looks like twenty flutes on it asks. He offers a beaming smile when you look at him. He’s quite attractive, very young still. Maybe he’s an aspiring pro footballer working here to see what it’s like off the pitch?

“Oh no, thank you. I’m good,” you answer, wiggling your half-full glass in your hand gently.

His smile grows wider. “Ah, hadn’t seen that. Sorry. Can I ask you something?”

A little confused, you nod.

“You’re Griezmann’s ex, aren’t you?”

You nod again, pressing your lips together. Then, you smile. You’re a professional. Even if this evening is a nightmare.

“What’s he like? Like, I’m sorry if that’s uncomfortable to you, but I admire how far he’s come with all those obstacles in his way.”

You’re his ex but still your heart melts at this boy’s words. He’s so right, you’ve always felt the same way, always been so proud, still are. And it hurts even more now, oddly, because he’s nominated for the best player of 2016 and you’re not here with him to celebrate. No, you’re here to interview him and even that you feel like you won’t be able to do.

Finally you understand why people shouldn’t fall in love with clients, co-workers, et cetera. It’s horrible.

“He’s great. He knows what he wants and he’s worked very hard, still does, of course. He always wants more but he hasn’t forgotten where he’s from. He’s an amazing idol to have,” you say, a lump in your throat. Jesus Christ. So much for being professional. But the boy looks happy, grinning excitedly. “Hey, I’m sure you can go over and talk to him. He’s really nice and he loves talking to people. You’re a footballer, too?”

“Yeah, I’m in Atlético’s youth team. Are you sure?”

“Oh, congrats. That’s awesome,” you say, “and yes, sure. He’ll appreciate it.”

He beams even wider now. You like him. “Okay, I will. Thank you!”

With that, he walks over to Antoine, his movements a little stiff with nervousness. He’s left the tray on the bar table next to you. Rolling your eyes, you grab one of the flutes. One more won’t do you harm.

You watch as the boy starts talking to Antoine, who has turned around to face him fully, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

But then your heart drops, your cheeks burn and there are a million thoughts rushing through your brain all at once because suddenly, the boy lifts his arm to point right at you. Right at where you’re standing, staring at Antoine.

So that’s what you get for being nice. Great. At least now you finally manage to turn away and avert your gaze from Antoine. Instead, you focus on your phone, acting as if you’d gotten an important text message that you need to reply to immediately. You feel how fake that looks. Thankfully there is, in fact, a text sent by your boss popping up on your iPhone’s screen, asking how it’s going. Awful, you should reply if you were honest. Fine, you text back instead.

“So I’m an amazing idol to have, huh?”

You jump at the sound of Antoine’s deep voice, quickly looking up from your phone to see him standing in front of you, his hands buried in his dress pants’ pockets. He looks even better now that he’s closer and you can really, actually look at him.

You shrug. “He’s an aspiring pro footballer, you’re nominated to be the best this year. So, yes, you are. Congratulations, by the way.”

Antoine smiles. “Thank you. You’re here on business?”

Raising your eyebrows, you study him. He knows you are, of course — your press card is hardly invisible. There’s no other reason you’d be here anyway; it’s not like you’re anyone’s date anymore. Jeez, that’s bitter.

“Why else would I be here?”

“Why are you so snippy?” Antoine gives back. “If you’re here on business, shouldn’t you be nice? Representing your office and all that?”

You lean closer because what you’re saying next is meant for only Antoine to hear. Representing your office and all that. Asshole. “Fuck you.”

Antoine laughs. He seriously, actually laughs. You’re so taken aback that you can’t say anything in response, merely glare as you watch him snicker.

Fury licks its way up your spine. You bite the inside of your cheek as you straighten again, then take another sip of champagne. Now you regret holding yourself back with the alcohol.

“What?” you snap. You do, however, follow that up with a smile. Be a professional, you repeat in your head like a mantra. If it works, you’re not sure.

Antoine shrugs, his laughter dying slowly. “Nothing. It’s just— Doesn’t your boss want you to interview the nominees?”

“Yes. So?”

“I’m a nominee.” He grins. Nice to see he’s having a good time. You roll your eyes.

“Okay,” you say, producing your recorder, “How do you feel about this award?”

“Oh, come on. You can do better than this.”

You flash your eyes at him. Why does he look so relaxed while you’re fuming? It’s annoying. “Is this how you’d talk to any reporter?”

Antoine rolls his azure eyes. They’re the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, but right now they do nothing but inflict anger inside of you. “Of course not.”

“Good. Because this,” you motion between the two of you, “is business.”

“You’re not business to me.”

Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, you glare at him. “Yes, I am. I’m a reporter. And you wanted me to interview you, so don’t be an asshole.”

“You’re my ex girlfriend, Y/N. I can’t pretend you’re just a reporter. But yeah, you’re right. Sorry. Ask me a question.”

“I have already.”

“Ask me a question I haven’t heard a million times tonight.”

You take a deep breath. “I didn’t study journalism for fun, Antoine. I know how to do an interview.”

Antoine shrugs but finally answers your question. “I’m very grateful to be here. I was lucky meeting all the right people in my career so far and I wouldn’t be where I am without my family, friends and fans. Thank you.”

“That’s a lame answer.”

“It was a lame question.”

Another deep breath. You decide it’s better to put the glass of champagne away before its contents end up on Antoine’s expensive designer suit. The last thing you want to do is make a scene. Be professional.

“Do you think you deserve to win this award?”

“I am nominated. So, yes. But so do Gareth Bale and Cristiano Ronaldo. And many others who weren’t nominated.”

“Very considerate. Did you bring a date tonight?”

Immediately, Antoine grins, leaning against the bar tables next to him.

“I thought we were talking business?”  

“I thought we were more than business.”

He smiles wider but doesn’t answer. It pisses you off. He does.

“Did you?” he asks after a moment.

“No. I’m here on business. Thought we’d established that.”

“Well, technically, so am I.”

“I know you enjoy those evenings. This is hardly work for you,” you say.

“It’s work before the event. Getting prepared, dressed, trying to be there on time.”

You catch the little jab at you and you don’t miss the way his eyes sparkle with mischief when the words fall from his mouth; you’d always taken too long getting ready, and it had annoyed him. Either that, or you’d gotten out of your clothes to have sex before driving off. Antoine had always been into you, especially when you were wearing dresses. Low-cut ones in particular. You feel hot all over just thinking about the way his burning eyes had felt flickering over you, taking in every inch of your body.

“I wasn’t the one to get hard within a minute. And finish first.”

“That happened once.” He is right but he does look insulted, crossing his arms over his chest, his face all hard lines. You smile at him.

“You were in time today, weren’t you?”

Antoine nods.

“So, is she missing something?” you ask, gesturing in his date’s direction discreetly. Antoine keeps his eyes on you, cold and hot at the same time. He’s always been confusing like that. Somehow, you liked that about him because even though you knew he loved you, it kept things exciting.

“Is your boss going to listen to this?” he shoots back, pointing at the recorder. “Not sure you’re supposed to ask about someone’s sex life.”

“Oh, sorry. I hear you’re referring to it as ‘sex life’ instead of ‘love life’, which is the probably more established phrase. Anything to comment on that?”

“I take it you’re still pissed about the marriage situation?”

You force yourself to keep your eyes focused on him. You know you’ve had that one coming, having had provoked him. “No. I’m over it.”

Antoine nods. “You know Sebastian was in love with you?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shake your head. “Bullshit. He’s one of your closest friends. Of course he was not.”

“Yes, he was.” He leans forward. “For a while, actually. That’s why he told you those things about me not wanting to marry you.”

“Bullshit,” you repeat, voice quivering. Being professional, as usual.

“Maybe you should’ve given me a chance to explain before breaking up and running away.”

“Bullshit.” Your voice is more a whisper now than anything else. Absent-mindedly, you click the recorder’s red button, stopping the audio recording.

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you just ran away and wouldn’t answer any of my texts, calls, or the doorbell.”

He’s right. You stare at him.

“And I was pissed because you just believed him. I didn’t understand why since I think I made it pretty clear I was in love with you. So why would you think I wouldn’t want to marry you one day?”

You can’t answer. You don’t know what, even if you could. So you just continue to stare, as if you were paralyzed by his words, by the intensity of his gaze, by his proximity.

And suddenly, there’s that woman by his side, her fingers curling around his wrist. “Hi, sorry to interrupt,” she says, her voice silvery, her smile sweet, “but it’s time to go take our seats, Antoine.”
He glances at her, nods, looks back at you.

“Thank you for the interview,” is the last thing he says before he leaves, hand in hand, with her.

Awful, you should have texted your boss.

Sorry - Oliver Queen

[This is my first arrow request so if you have any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, message me, it would be appreciated. For real don’t just message me saying it was shit, that’s not nice]

“OK, Oliver I’m picking up three heat sensors moving your way. Leave the laptop and get your ass outta there.”

“I only need two minutes.”

“Oliver, you don’t have two minutes! Get out dumbass.”

He ignored you, yet again, and you heard groans and yells. Through the security cameras, you could see the men close in on Oliver. He strapped his bow back on his back and started to throw punches. Two more men moved in and joined the fight making it five on one. This was one of the rare occasions where Oliver was failing. The two of you decided to do a quick off the books op which was failing without dig and Thea. You didn’t know what else to do besides setting off the sprinklers. It then occurred to you.

“Electricity is going out in 19 seconds, I have a 7-second window before their backup generators come into effect. Get your ass home.”

“Copy.”

You quickly hacked through and shut off their power supply. Through the comms, you could hear Oliver zip up to the roof.

“Keep a medical kit ready”

“I already know”

Fifteen minutes later he came hobbling into the Arrow Cave. He sat down on one of the metal beds before you began to inject and bandage him in silence.

“You’re that mad huh?”

You scoffed in reply.

“The silent treatment? Really?”

You ignored him yet again disposing of the used needles and bandage scraps.

“Come on it wasn’t that bad”

“It wasn’t that bad? Are you seriously that stupid Oliver? You nearly got caught. it was you against 5 of them. and the worst thing was I told you to get out and you didn’t even listen.”

“I thought I could handle them”

“Well, you couldn’t. You nearly got caught Oliver or worse killed. I’m not dealing with you while you think it’s ok to risk your life when we’re this far in” You yelled, thrusting your left hand into the air, the ring catching the light and sparkling.

“Baby, come on”

“Don’t. Come back when you’ve decided whether our relationship is more important than your vigilante persona” You said finally before stepping into the elevator and leaving him alone.

“Y/N” He yelled after you.

You kept going ignoring his calls and headed over to felicity. You knocked on her door only moments before bursting into tears. She pulled you into her apartment and sat you down on the sofa.

“What happened?”

“I gave him the ultimatum. What if he doesn’t choose me felicity? What if he chooses the arrow?”

“Then it’s his fault. You’re worried, it’s understandable.”

“Sometimes I’m overbearing, I mean he’s been the arrow way before me and now I’m coming-”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. Oliver knew that getting into a serious relationship would mean that sometimes you would come before Starling. You’re only doing what any girlfriend would do, you’re making sure he’s safe.”

“I don’t want to lose him, Felicity.”

“He’ll make the right choice.”

That night you stayed over at Felicity’s. She consoled you with action movies and ice cream. The next day you still had work to do, your empire waited for no one. You dressed as best as you could and headed into the office.

“Elena, no one without an appointment comes in, understood?”

“Yeah, remember the senator is going to be your first appointment in 10 minutes.”

“Great, make sure we have the biscuits he likes. And by no one I mean no one, not even Oliver”

“Yeesh, that bad?”

You ignored her and walked calmly into your office. You placed your bag and coat on the sofa and sat behind your desk.  You logged onto the computer and draughted the first of many emails that needed to be replied to. Elena knocked on the glass door with the senator behind her. You looked up and smiled. She opened the door and the senator entered taking a seat in front of your desk.

“Y/N”

“Ashford”

You gave him a brief hug before taking a seat back behind your desk.

“You are a very busy lady or so I’ve heard.”

“Well, in between work and Oliver’s campaign there isn’t really much.”

“The reason I came here was our gala next weekend. I know how important you and Oliver are to the community and so I though having you at the gala would raise the votes, you know if the people see that you trust me then they will too.”

“I’m sure that Oliver would love that. I’ll have Elena check if were free.”

“Great. How is Oliver anyway?”

“He’s good. He was injured yesterday because of a boxing class so he’s at home recovering”

“I’ll send some flowers.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate them.”

Oliver’s PoV

“So on a scale of one to 10, 10 being the worst, how was she?”

“I’d say an 8.8 maybe a 9″

“That bad?”

“That bad”

I began to pace up and down Felicity’s living room.

“Right, well I need to apologise. I need to make it all fine again.“

"No offence Oliver, but she was really pissed/sad. You can’t expect her to be ok with you not listening to her. She was seeing everything, she was trying to keep you safe and you jeopardised that by continuing to fight.”

“But I-”

“No, you guys are getting married. MARRIED. You need to show her that you acknowledge that sometimes marriage comes with sacrifice. To be honest, if she’s doing it for your safety it’s not a sacrifice, it’s her showing that she loves you.”

"Okay, so what do you think I should do?”

“Well for starters, cook a nice meal, light some candles, flowers all of that. And then you can give the big shows of affection. Like the wedding venue, she’s had her eye on it forever but she hasn’t managed to find the time to go drop off a deposit. And she saw a Vera Wang guest book that she wanted.”

“And you think she’ll forgive me?”

“No, she’ll only forgive you if you do all of that plus a heartfelt apology.”

“Right. Thanks for the help Felicity.” I said heading to her door

“No problem, I’ll make sure no Arrow business ruins your night”

“Thank you” I called leaving.

The first thing I did was hit up the florist. I wanted to get her 100 red roses but it turned out that you needed to get an order in way before so that they could get enough so I settled for 2 dozen in a bouquet. After the florist, I went to go grab ingredients for pesto chicken pasta. The second to last item on the list was the venue. Felicity texted me the address and gave their phone number. I called it up and asked for the manager.

“Hello, this is Liana Straw. How may I help?”

“Hi, my name’s Oliver Queen” [ for five years I was stranded on an Island. I had to LOL]

The Oliver Queen?”

“Yes, but anyway, my fiancee, she wanted to book your venue for the wedding. I was just wondering how much the deposit  was and whether I would need it to be paid in full cash”

“The deposit is $2000 and cash or cheque is fine”

“Great, I’ll be over soon”

“I’ll be waiting”

I cut the call and raced over to the place before anyone else tried to steal Y/N’s dream wedding venue. I sloppily parked my car and ran in. There was already a couple in front of me.

“Yes, we would like to pay our deposit for the Napoleon ballroom”

Napolean ballroom? That was where Y/N wanted. I grabbed an arrowhead that I had lying around in my jacket pocket and ‘accidentally’ brushed past them scratching the tip of the arrowhead dipped in a sleeping concoction through his jeans and into his leg 

“Hey guys, is there where you put down deposits for the place?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Great”

I stood behind them and then a few seconds later, the man dropped to the floor.

“Charles?” His fiancee yelled.

“Call 911” she yelled.

The girl behind the desk dialled the number and sat there shocked.

“Hi, this may seem like a bad time but I’m here to put down a deposit for the Napolean Ballroom”

“No! That is where my wedding will take place.”

“I have the cheque right here, it’s signed and everything.”

“I’m sorry ma'am but it’s on a first comes first served, although you came first, Mr Queen has the money.”

“I’m sure you can find another date for your wedding. Mr Queen? Liana Straw.”

“Oh hey. Here’s my cheque for $2000. And this deposit completely confirms my date right? No changing around or anything?”

I gave her the slip of paper. She went to the desk and wrote me a receipt. 

“Yes, no matter what happens, on that day the Napolean Ballroom is all yours. Ms Y/L/N already told me the date. congratulations by the way.”

I thanked her and left. Now it was time to find her book. I had no idea where to look, it’s not like there was a store that sold everything wedding related. I didn’t know who else to call so I called the only person I could think of. 

“Hey speedy”

“Hey. What’s up?”

“You know a place I can get a vera Wang guest book?”

“Oh yeah, Y/N totally has her eye on that. she was going to convince- wait! What did you do?”

“Can you just tell me where to get the damn book?”

“There’s a Vera Wang outlet in the mall. I’m sure you can grab one from there.”

“Thank you, Thea!”

“You’re welcome Ollie, make sure you make my sister-in-law happy again” 

She ended the call and I raced over to the mall I managed to pick up the last book. Once it was safely in the car I returned home to begin cooking. I seasoned some chicken breast and left it to cook in the oven. I scattered rose petals left over from Valentines day around the apartment. I got started on some dessert until a timer went off on my phone altering me that Y/N’s day at work was over. I put the pasta on to boil and changed into my suit. I made sure everything was perfect and waited.

End of Oliver’s PoV

“Good night Y/N”

“Night Elena”

You locked up the office door and went to the carpark. Your driver was waiting  for you in the car.

“Straight home ms.Y/L/N?”

“Yes please Toby”

He nodded and pulled out of his car space.

On your ride home, you didn’t know what to expect. It would either be empty or Oliver would be sulking polishing arrow heads. One thing that never struck you was that Starling looked beautiful at night. The shop fronts illuminated the dark streets and couples of all ages and races walked up ad down the street smiling. You never really noticed it since you were always looking at a phone screen texting. Twenty minutes later Toby dropped  you off at the apartment complex. You hopped onto the elevator and went up to your floor. On your way up you slipped off your heels and held them in your hand. They made your legs look great but they hurt like hell. The elevator stopped on your floor and the doors slid open. You fished for your keys through your purse and opened the door. You put the keys in the key bowl and dropped your heels to the floor You lifted your head and saw Oliver standing by the table with flowers in his hands.

“Welcome home”

The apartment had been lit up by candles and there were rose petals everywhere. Two plates on the table were piled high with pesto pasta and chicken.

“Roses huh?“

"Your favourite.”

You walked over to him and took the roses from his hands. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a vase, filling it with water and placing the roses into it.

“Pesto pasta huh?”

“Also your favourite." 

You walked back to the table that had been arranged as if it were in a five-star restaurant. You went to pull the chair out but a hand on top of yours stopped you.

"Allow me”

Oliver pulled the seat out and you sat down. He pushed the seat forward slightly so you were closer to the table. He took a seat opposite you. 

“Bon Appetit”

You took the fork and stabbed into your pasta before shovelling it into your mouth. It was so damn good! Oliver knew that the way to your heart was through your stomach.

The two of you ate in silence before the left his fork on the side of the plate and sat up.

“You can already probably tell this is my elaborate was of saying sorry. I know you do what you do for my safety and that without you I’d probably end up spending most of my time recovering from injuries. I should’ve listened to you and got out ASAP, instead of jeopardising our relationship and my life. What we’ve been through and what we’ll go through will be way more important than my vigilanteism, but the arrow is a part of my life, just like you. I can’t give it up, just like I can’t give you up. I’m sorry and I love you so much”

“Oliver-”

“Wait there’s more.”

He reached under his seat and pulled out a grey box with a white bow on it. He handed it over to you and you lifted up the lid.

“The Vera Wang guest book?”

“Yeah, Speedy told me you wanted to get it.”

You lifted it out of the box and a sheet of paper fell out of it. You scanned through it and read ‘deposit’ and ‘$2000′.

“You didn’t”

“I did”

“We’re getting married in the most booked up, exclusive, romantic amazing venues?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

"Oh my god. Oliver, this is crazy!”

“So I’m forgiven?”

“You were forgiven as soon as you finished that apology. But the rest of it was a nice touch”

He chuckled.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get some dessert in my belly.”

Oliver left his seat and came back with a huge slate that had your dessert on.

“Let’s go have it on the balcony.”

You got out of your seat and grabbed the throw that was on the sofa and headed out.

It was just the two of you sitting under the stars and looking at the beautiful skyline while eating chocolate fondant. It only took a few minutes before the pair of you demolished the dessert and laid back on the sofas. 

“I’m so grateful for moments like this. Just you and the stars.”

“I’m grateful for you. And the arrow.”

Oliver lifted your head up and pressed your lips to his you could still taste the chocolate while your  tounges danced. A few minutes later the two of you came up for air.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

“I love you most.”

The two of you just spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. 

anonymous asked:

winteriron prompt: bucky runs advice blog and tony stumbles upon it, reads it and sees how nice this 'james' person is. so he shoots him a message as well. he sends all his messages on anon, signed -T. It's simple stuff at first like 'how to make perfect roast' but with time their conversation turn deeper and tony opens up abt a lot of things for the first time ever (they dont know who the other is) they talk and fall a bit in love, and one day tony forgets to choose the anon option & freaks out

Here’s nearly 2k of MIT-era tumblr nerds. Enjoy. You can also read this on Ao3.


Tony Stark has done quite a few embarrassing google searches in his time. Far too many, really. In the grand scheme of his embarrassments, this is hardly a ping on the radar, but he feels his face flush red as he types the words into the search bar. After all, Rhodey trusted him with watching his niece for the evening while he’s out with Carol, and here Tony is, searching how to hold an infant properly.

The first few articles that pop up are various family or maternity sites, coaching young mothers on how to take care of their delightful newborns. Tony skims them, eyes flickering from his phone screen to Lily (who is still blissfully asleep in her crib, thank god.) 

The articles were clearly written for people more competent with children than Tony, however, and he clicks from article to article with increasing desperation. Finally, one catches his eye - “How To Take Care of Babies - A Guide for Emotionally Stunted Men.” It’s on tumblr, more sarcastic than clinical, and exactly what Tony needs. The author has younger sisters, apparently, and the post talks Tony through holding Lily, feeding her, changing her diaper (ew) and keeping her entertained with minimal fuss.

Rhodey doesn’t try to hide his surprise when he comes back to find Lily clean, well-fed, and sleeping peacefully. “I’m good with kids,” Tony protests, of course. “I can’t believe you doubted me. Wait, you doubted me and left me with an infant anyways! That’s negligence!”

Rhodey laughs and promises that he’ll call on Tony next time his sister his out of town and he needs a baby-sitter. Tony bookmarks the blog.

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Title: Something More
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing(s): BokuAka, KuroKen (endgame); KuroAka
Ch. Word Count: 5.3K
Total Word Count: 5.3K
Summary: The one where Bokuto gets a text message from a wrong number only to find that maybe, just maybe, something wrong can lead to something right.
A/N: inspired by that one episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and a convo with @shizuos about my need to have Bo in a box as an apology to Kuroo. also inspired by @meruems-thighs fic and this secondhand serenade song.

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Multichapter | CH1

Received From: Unknown
[9:06]: I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight.
[9:06]: Work ran a little late and I had some clients that had gotten… difficult.
[9:07]: How about tomorrow? Maybe I’ll let you give me a massage instead.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:12]: OHOHOHO WAY TO START OFF THE CONVO
[9:12]: that’s too bad
[9:12]: sucky clients suck!

Received From: Unknown
[9:16]: Yeah, well. It’s part of the job.
[9:20]: So… sushi tomorrow? I’m really too tired tonight. I’ll even treat this time.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:28]: not that i dont appreciate the invite
[9:30]: and now im really REALLY craving sushi
[9:31]: but u maybe wanna give me ur name first or?

Received From: Unknown
[9:35]: Wait, who is this?
[9:36]: I dropped my phone and had to get a new one and I could’ve sworn this was the right number.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:39]: oh man thats a bummer!
[9:39]: im BOKUTO btw bokuto koutarou
[9:40]: whoops idk why it capslocks my name
[9:40]: i guess i yell about myself a lot HAHA
[9:41]: nice to meet u! well it will be once u give me ur name :D

Received From: Unknown
[9:45]: Akaashi Keiji. Nice to meet you too, Bokuto-san.

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UAW

#stiles texting scott about derek probably (tag via raisesomehale; original post)

I saw this and I couldn’t help myself. The pick up line Derek uses is from this installment of the Stiles Pick Up Lines series by teamsciles. Bc it’s been stuck in my head as a go-to bad pick up line for at least a month now lol. Don’t ask why I have a go-to bad pick up line.

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“Dude, no.”

“You haven’t seen him Scott,” Stiles tells his friend over the phone. He’s attempting to use his menu as a partition and peering around the edges conspicuously to make sure Unfairly Attractive Waiter isn’t lurking nearby. He looks as though he could be a lurker. But like…in a good way.

“I don’t have to see him to know that you’re about to get overly attached, completely bomb, and spend the next week on my couch with one of those extra-large pizzas from Antonio’s.”

“That seems like a hasty assumption,” he mutters under his breath.

“Allison is coming home tomorrow, Stiles. I can’t babysit you.”

“You should probably tone on the judginess right now. Allison has literally only been gone for three days, and you’ve been talking like you’re in the Sahara and she’s the last glass of water on the planet.” Stiles pushes the menu down flat onto the table and splays his hand across the center fold. “Also. I resent the implication that I am in need of a nanny when in distress.”

“You’re in need of a nanny on a good day,” Scott tells him flatly. “In distress, you need an entire daycare center.”

“Shit!” Stiles whispers harshly. “He’s coming back, bro. I gotta jet.”

“Stiles! Make sure you don’t say ‘gotta jet’ at any point in the conversation! Stil—”

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03. riddles

genre: kim namjoon | fluff

word count: 2.7k why (for me this is monstrously long how do people even write 10k+ stuff)

a/n: I also haven’t proofread this one and will again, probably regret this hard.  what have i done i was supposed to be studying omigod but this was calling me and it probably makes no sense /screams into a pillow/ 


The wind nipped playfully at your face as you pulled your scarf tighter around your neck. Passerbys eager to get away from the cold, leaving in a flurry and sending a biting breeze in their wake, hitting you seconds after they pass. The park bench was kinda cold, and you knew your nose was probably bright red already, but you weren’t ready to leave here and to go back to the hustling and busy life just yet.

The lights are pretty, you mused, tucking your hands under you as you looked across the calm surface. Orange glows bounced off the sides of the waters from the lamps bordering lake, and there was a mix of night time strollers and those who just finished their late shifts.

Your phone sat on your lap, a dim light flashing to let you know that no – you weren’t forgotten yet, but you wanted to be left alone for just a while longer.

Suddenly, someone plonked down beside you, a plume of white smoke growing through the air as he heavily exhaled. There was a loud clutter as he dropped his phone, cursing softly.

You looked over in mild irritation, after all – you come here for some peace and quiet – but reached down to hand him his phone anyway.

You couldn’t help but read the riddle that was on his screen.

I sit in a corner while traveling around the world. What am I?

‘A stamp.’ you blurted out.

‘Sorry?’ the stranger – handsome stranger – asked in shock. You saw his face clearly for the first time, the cute round nose, pale tufts of blond hair peeking out under his beanie with a clear side shave. The baritone hum of his voice warmed you up and you felt your face begin to flush to the tips of your ears.

You came to realise you had been staring at the stranger for who knows how long, and he was still patiently waiting for you to reply.

‘A stamp – your riddle,’ you stammered, ‘sorry, I think I’ve ruined it.’

‘A stamp.’ he repeated slowly. You could see him repeating the riddle to himself, before he broke out into a grin, ‘thanks for that! I’ve been running that one through my head all day – I kept getting stuck at suitcase, but knew it didn’t feel right.’

‘You’re welcome.’ you smiled back, suddenly extremely self-conscious. You didn’t really know how to continue the conversation so you resumed looking out over the lake, but you weren’t focusing anymore.

‘It’s pretty eh?’

You glanced over to notice that he was also fixated on the shimmering waters. You quickly averted your gaze when he flicked his attention back to you.

‘Yeah it is,’ you cleared your throat a little because please do not start choking up now, ‘that’s why I come out here, just feels like a – ’

‘Breath of fresh air?’

There was a slight pause as you gave him a surprised grin, ‘Yeah, that’s exactly right.’

‘So are y-‘

Bzzz. Bzzz.

‘Ah sorry,’ you fumbled for your phone, fingers a little numb from sitting on them this entire time. It was a call from your mother, no doubt asking when you were going to be home. She can wait, surely, you decided as you swept the red button up. ‘You were saying?’

‘Are y-‘

Bzzzzzzzzz.

Stop ignoring my calls, I know you’re freezing your ass off at that lakeside now. Come home now! Your aunt has come over and it’ll be nice if we could have a family dinner?

-          Love, mum

You sighed heavily, contemplating throwing your phone in the ocean but deciding that the phone itself was just an innocent victim in this awkward mess.

‘Sorry,’ you waved your phone at him apologetically, ‘family calls. It was, uh, nice to meet you though.’

‘Yeah, you too.’ He paused for a minute, ‘Kim Namjoon, by the way.’

You smiled, ‘__. Catch you around Kim Namjoon.’

Catch you around.

Catch you around.

What are you, eight?? You pulled your scarf up to cover your nose and your burning cheeks, and turned your heel before he could notice that you wanted to bury yourself ten feet into the ground.


Two nights later, you found yourself in the same spot. Except something was different. You were gazing over your shoulder at everyone who was passing, unable to focus on the calm scene anymore.

You fully blamed him – and yourself. What if he was just a serial killer or something and you were coincidentally saved by your mother calling you back to the home ro – someone sat down next to you and you snapped your head to the side with a strong conflicting urge to tell them that the seat was reserved.

It was him.

As you were awkwardly now lined up to talk to him and he was still semi-surprised about the whipping speed your head at turned at, you felt that it was probably on you to say something first.

‘Um, hi again.’ you croaked out. Super smooth.

‘Hey,’ he rubbed his hands together, the perfect casual image compared to the suddenly tense you, and ‘I was wondering if I would see you again! It’s not as cold tonight eh?’

You cleared your throat a few more times to make sure you didn’t sound like a hundred-and-twenty year old lady again, ‘n-no, it’s not.’

You felt him pause, and then –

Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can’t pull me straight. What am I ?

‘What?’

‘Come on, you can figure it out.’

He repeated it once more for you, but too many thoughts were knocking about in your head that you couldn’t even sort them out for a valid thought to pass through.

‘I’m not too sure,’ you said, feeling a little disappointed that you couldn’t work it out.

‘Don’t give up just yet, I’ll give you a hint,’ he nodded in front of you, ‘the answer is in this area.’

Crooked as a rainbow.

Ten thousand horses can’t pull me straight.

In this area?

Your eyes swept the scene. Maybe it was that child throwing a tantrum at his parents.

…Then you had your metaphorical ding moment.

‘A river!’ you grinned, ‘Of course!’

‘You’re not that bad at this whole riddles thing.’

You flushed a little, ‘only because you helped me for that one!’ you cleared your throat (again, should you see a doctor about this or…?) ‘Flat as a leaf, round as a ring. I have two eyes, but can’t see a thing. What am I?

He looked up in surprise.

‘I might have been reading a little about riddles the last few days.’ you admitted, grinning back toothily before repeating the riddle to him.

He leaned back and hummed for a long time.

You smiled again to yourself, finding yourself able to appreciate the scenery in front of you for the first time of the night while he thought about it.

‘Eyes…eyes…’ his eyes suddenly darted down to look at his jacket before his mouth fell open, ‘a button!’

Yes!


It got to be a strange routine. Every two or three days, the two of you would coincidentally meet up on the park bench after you both had finished work. It was never planned – sometimes you were there alone, and sometimes he was on his side of the bench wondering if you were going to show up today. Conversations were about a random range of topics, ranging from ‘do you think a monster lives in this lake’ to ‘what is your answer for the Trolley Theory’, and sometimes you both would just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.

But regardless of which way it ended up, you both never failed to alternate between giving each other riddles. He was ridiculously smart, and the competitive part of you liked to have your brain work for a more trivial and fun challenge outside of work.

Today had been bad for you. Despite the fact that your colleagues were the sweetest people in existence, you had felt your progress and work today had been slow – and though no one would say it out loud, you felt like such a team drag.

You needed to be on that park bench even more than previous days; it was this pocket into a world where you could let go of these worries and all this stress. A part of you hoped that Namjoon would be there as well.

The dark figure on the bench lifted your heart in a way that you hadn’t expected, but despite only having known him for a month or less, the hunched shoulders and the pursed lips on Namjoon sent warning flags your way.

‘Did you have a bad day?’ you rasped out as you plonked yourself next to him. He yanked out his earphones and groaned.

‘That would be an understatement,’ he said, ‘accidentally spilled water on half of the first year exam papers that I was supposed to mark, so spent half the day hair-drying them. Then right before I came here, I … ran into the head of faculty.’

‘Ran into the head of faculty?’ you frowned, trying to figure out where this was going, ‘That doesn’t sound too bad? Or did he already know about you spilling – ’

Namjoon waved his hand flippantly, ‘by that time half the department already knew.’

‘Then what’s the problem?’

‘I ran into him …with my freshly brewed coffee. He picked the right day to wear a white shirt.’

You covered your mouth with both hands in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing, ‘oh, that’s…unfortunate.’

He gave an abrupt yell of frustration, scaring a few people before apologising profusely, ‘okay, enough about this. I just want to forget it. You had a bad one too, eh?’

You smiled, ‘Yeah, they come and go. Today was just extra stressful.’ You gave a really loud exhale and stretched your arms to the sky and your legs straight out ahead of you, feeling your muscles lengthen out and start to relax again. You looked over at him and noticed that his eyes were still furrowed on the lake before you.

‘What’s the matter?’ you asked gently, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but at the same time wanting to offer some comfort if he needed it.

‘Well…my novel got rejected again. I swear that’s the tenth time already, and I’m just wondering if I should just give it up.’ He picked at the seams of his jacket, his mouth uncharacteristically turning down at the corners.

‘Do you like writing?’

‘I love it.’ his eyes flared with such passion that you were certain he would never fall out of love with literature, but at the moment just needed a little hand in getting up again, ‘I love it.’ he repeated.

‘Well then, keep trying. I don’t really know much about publishing a book so I might not be able to help there, but I definitely know a lot about things not working right. The universe has funny ways of working out. Sometimes it’s just not the right time or moment for things to happen, and you might be disappointed, but when they do – it’ll be amazing, because the whole moment would have been built for that event.’ you paused a little, ‘does that even make sense?’

Namjoon’s eyes softened, ‘yeah, that makes sense. It just gets hard sometimes you know?’

‘I heard that JK Rowling had so many rejection letters that she made a sculpture out of them.’

He barked out a short laugh, but you could see the issue still pressing on his mind. You paused before speaking again, ‘I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?’

‘Huh? Oh man, my brain is really not up for it today,’ he complained, but went along with it anyway, ‘is it your conscience?’

‘That’s a good try,’ you hesitated before reaching out and squishing his face with your hands.

Too close, oh my god.

‘What are you doing?!’ he tried to say (yes what am I doing), but it sounded more like ‘war-dar-you-dahnin’.

‘Cheering you up,’ you said with determination, ‘being all motivational and shit. I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?’

‘Ah dahn knah’ ((I don’ know)).

‘Tomorrow.’


He could see that you weren’t in the right mood tonight. He sat down next to you, ready to just be a comforting presence, and waited for you to steer the conversation – or the silence.

When your voice broke out, it was so soft that he almost missed it.

‘I am surrounded by people but not. What am I?’

He looked at you for a long time before answering.

‘Lonely.’

You swallowed hard and clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm in a desperate attempt to not cry. ‘Ding.’

Realising how melancholic you had made the mood, you hastily tried to make light of the situation. ‘Sorry, I just get like this sometimes,’ you said, blinking away your tears, ‘just a lot of my friends are getting married these days an-’

He reached a hand over and squeezed yours gently, effectively stopping you in mid-ramble.

‘Loneliness is a part of us which we never seem to let go of,’ he said, ‘but that’s alright. We have to embrace it like we embrace sadness, and learn to be alone and not lonely over time.’

You smiled faintly, ‘sounds about right.’

‘One of the publishers finally agreed to take on my book.’ he slipped in casually, sandwiching your hands within his.

Your jaw dropped, and the crappy feelings dissolved as you turned to face him fully, ‘seriously? That’s so, so great! I knew you could do it!’ Before you knew it, you had broken out in a full grin and was trying to haphazardly express your excitement for him in long and confused sentences.

He was starting flipping your hands over in his as you rambled.

‘I’m going to get busier at nights,’ he blurted out, ‘and might not be able to make it here as often.’

You stopped, trying to stop the disappointment from rising out of you, ‘oh.’ you managed to say, before pressing down your sadness and the loneliness which seemed to have reared its head once more. You were still so happy for him though, because it was the right decision and because dreams are meant to be pursued.

You weren’t sure how to continue from that, but didn’t want it to be left hanging on a seemingly negative note, ‘I’m happy for you.’ you said firmly, meaning every word, ‘your book is going to be published and it’s going to be amazing. Even though I will miss these, maybe, if it’s not too creepy, we could exchange numbers?’

He was eerily quiet, causing you to rapidly start to backtrack.

‘I mean you totally don’t have to – ’

‘It’s my turn for the riddle.’ He said, interrupting you.

You really were not feeling it tonight, ignoring how your heart ached at the possibility that it may be the last time you did this and deciding to humour him because of that very reason.

I thought I wanted to be alone, that my dreams were crashing and burning and that I was going to be lonely forever. Until one night I met a beautiful stranger who supported me and listened to me talk and became the support I never knew I needed. I think I’m in love with this stranger. Who am I?’

You had to remind yourself to breathe, before giving him a watery and weak smile, ‘Me?’

He laughed, ‘I’m flattered you think I’m beautiful’ – but you are – Namjoon leaned in, grabbing your cheeks as you had done a few weeks ago, but gently cupping them as he tilted your head to look up at him.

‘The answer is actually Kim Namjoon, but I’m happy to debate over this over dinner tomorrow night.

[[‘I actually thought you were some serial killer at some point – ’

‘you what now??’

‘it’s not every day you meet strangers who fire riddles off at you…you can’t be too careful! and my common sense was obviously jarred by your good looks’

‘I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted right now.’

‘flattered. always flattered.’]];

To celebrate Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day, I have decided to, for once, create a rec list of a ton of my favorite sterek fanfictions. These are not all of them of course. I have over 900 bookmarks, okay, and you can find all of those here. But these are ones that have stuck out to me, been read tons of times, and that I truly love. Over two hundred are listed here, so this should keep y’all occupied for a while, lol.  It was so many, one post could not contain them all. This is PART I. You can find Part II here

And because I also love and appreciate myself, and I put a lot of hard work into what I write, a few of my own fics may be sprinkled in here as well. ;)

I hope you all enjoy it! 


1. Don’t Speak by fatale | Completed | Words: 68,916 | Chapters: 13/13 | Teen And Up Audiences

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

2. ‘Linski’s Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural | Complete | Words: 13,865 | Teen And Up Audiences

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.

Also there’s this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

3. 9/10ths of the Law by tsukinofaerii | Complete | Words: 6,875 | Teen And Up Audiences

Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he’s not a real boy at all.

4. gave your smile to me by Sarageek16 | Complete | Words: 4,784 | Teen And Up Audiences

In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.

5. Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic | Complete | Words: 55,220 | Chapters: 7/7 | Explicit

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

6. Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain | Complete | Words: 17,698 | Teen And Up Audiences

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

7. Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade | Complete | Locked | Words: 21,061 | Explicit

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

8. You Can Cry Wolf, But Stop Running by iamursforevrmre | Complete | Words: 16,615 | Explicit

Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.

9. I Feel So Close to You Right Now by grandeur | Complete | Words: 4,117 | General Audiences

It’s late at night when Stiles spots the diner off of the side of the road, makes an illegal u-turn to actually get there, and does a horrible parking job right outside the front window.

10. You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013 | Complete | Words: 10,324 | Teen And Up Audiences

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

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The Boutique

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I secretly hope he’ll come into the shop where I work and sweep me off my feet haha. 

The Boutique

You work at a little boutique in a small coastal tourist town, but it’s January now, the dreaded slow season. All the tourists have gone home and the locals have spent all their money over the holidays. So it’s just you and your manager straightening out racks and passing the time by going back and forth with bad puns, hoping you can at least make half of that day’s goal in profits. It’s gotten to the point where your ears perk up any time you hear someone even get close to the door, and you’ve probably refolded the tank top section about three times in the last two hours. This is how it’s been the past week in your sleepy little town and you’re dying for some kind of diversion. 

An attractive young guy comes through the doors and you’re excited for a moment, before remembering that the only time attractive guys come in here, is because they’re looking for a gift for their girlfriend. Your manager will do anything to make a sale and she flirts shamelessly with any guy, single or not, just to get him to buy an extra accessory. You’re a little more subtle in your approach, but you definitely wouldn’t mind flirting with this one, you think as you admire his profile. Nice jawline. “Damn.” Your manager whispers, winking at you. “Hey listen, I’m going crazy and I need to get out for a while. I’m going to take a half hour break. Think you can handle the shop without me?” She says flickering her eyes toward him. “You know it, woman.” “Have fuuuunnn.” She says with a wink. 

You confidently approach this tall drink of water who’s currently browsing the scarves and are ready to turn on the salesgirl charm. “Hey let me know if I can help you fi…” You stop short, realising who this customer is. “If you can help meee…” He says, leaning his head forward jokingly. “Sorry, I know you must get so sick and tired of this, but you’re Robbie Kay, aren’t you?” He sighs, “The one and only.” He says tiredly. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to go all fangirl on you. That must get so old.” “I appreciate that.” he says. “Truth is, I couldn’t do what I do without fans being supportive, and I appreciate that, but it does get overwhelming sometimes. I mean, I couldn’t tweet about having a bit of toast, not that I would tweet something that boring, without at least a hundred teenage girls tweeting back, ‘Omg Robbie I love toast too lol xoxo!’” he says in a fangirl voice.

You laugh and say, “Well, I can’t help you with your crazy fangirls, but maybe I can help you find something for your… girlfriend?” Real subtle. You think as you mentally kick yourself. “No actually, my sister!” He says quickly. A little too quickly. You raise an eyebrow. “I see. Well, what’s her style?” “Well I guess you might call it bohemian. Flowy or, whatever.” 

“Hmm… well what about something like this?” You say, holding up a purple Free People dress. “Oh, she’d like that! Do you have a few other ones like that?” “We sure do.” You say, glancing him up and down subtlety. Part of you doesn’t care if he notices you checking him out. You pull a couple more items to show him, and he’s looking a little overwhelmed, which you’re finding very cute. 

“You look a little unsure, do you not like these?” “No no, you’re doing great love. Um, listen. I have a really strange request. You and my sister are basically the exact same size. Would it be weird if I asked you to try them on for me? I’d hate to get her something and it not fit, you know? I mean, I don’t want to pull you away from your job or anything.” He adds quickly. “Oh yeah, let’s see if I can manage to get some time away from all these clambering customers.” You joke, motioning to the empty shop. “Alright, thanks love, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I’m clueless about this kind of thing.” “Yeah well, you can owe me one.” You say with a wink. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles. There’s that mischievous appeal you’ve been admiring on TV and instagram for several months now.

You step out in the first purple dress, give a twirl and say, “I’m not so sure about this one. What do you think?” He takes a moment to respond, looking right at you, instead of the dress. You look down and stifle a small laugh. “Oh right. Umm, well. It kind of looks better on the hanger than it does actually on. I mean, you look great. Not what I meant. I just mean -“ You cut him short and laugh, “It’s not like it’s my dress! I get what you’re saying. The fit is a little off.” “What about that green one you pulled earlier? I bet you’d look lovely in that! I mean, my sister. I bet my sister would like it.” “Sure thing.” You say in a slightly lower voice, trying to hide the fact that you’re absolutely charmed by him. 

You step out and can tell by his expression that this dress is definitely doing it for him. Of course, it’s for his sister, but you can’t help but enjoy the attention. For once you’re glad it’s a slow day, or you’d never be able to take the time to do this. “Wow.” He says, breathlessly.  “I uh, think that’s the one. You’re great, really. I don’t know many people who would take the extra time to do this.” He says, meeting your eyes. You hold his gaze. “My pleasure.” You lightly nod. “Well then, I’ll go change and ring you up.” You say, biting your lip. That would mean this little chance meeting would be over soon. 

You’re back in your clothes and about to gift wrap the dress when he says, “Wait! Don’t you think I should get her a necklace to match?” He says, raising an eyebrow again. Was this an excuse to spend a little more time with you, or did he really want to buy a necklace? “Well as a salesgirl, yes. And as just a girl in general, yes. No matter how much a girl might deny it, we love that stuff.” 

“What about this one?” he says, reaching his arm across you to grab a gold and bronze necklace hanging from a jewellery stand. “I like it.” You say, glancing up to find him already looking at you. The chemistry was electric and you both knew it was there, ready to short circuit. “I’ll take it.” He says quietly, still not moving. You break the spell first by stepping back and acting casual again. “Great! I’ve got a nice gossamer bag for it.” 

You ring him up, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. As you hand him the bag he says, “Hey listen, I know this is a long shot and you don’t even know me, but would you be open to meeting me for coffee later? Maybe after your shift?” You hesitate, not wanting to seem too eager. “I am off in 20 minutes but… So, does this really work for you?” “Does what work for me?” He says, confused. “This! I mean, how do I know you don’t always pick up random shopgirls or watiresses?” You say, teasingly. “I guess actors do have a reputation as players, don’t we?” He says, catching onto your teasing. “Well I’ll tell you what…” He hesitates, realising he doesn’t even know your name. “Oh, Y/N.” You say. “Y/N, I like that.” He says, looking down and smiling to himself. “Well I’ll tell you what, Y/N, I’d like to prove you wrong.” He says, raising an eyebrow. He has to know the effect that has. His confidence is just so sexy. “Oh really?” You say, crossing your arms. “Yes, really. And I’d quite like some coffee right now, so you can either join me at that little place I saw across the street from here and let me prove you wrong, or you can not come and I’ll have my coffee all alone.” He says, feigning disappointment as he looks off to the side.

You study him for a minute. Of course you want to join him. I mean, just look at him! And your chemistry was undeniable. But still, you know he’s used to girls throwing themselves at him, and what if isn’t such a nice guy after all? “Look, Y/N. You want to know the truth? The truth is, I’d like a sense of normalcy, even just for the afternoon. I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I talked to someone outside my family about something not related to my acting for the entertainment industry. It gets lonely. That may sound kind of selfish, and I know you’re skeptical, but I’d love it if you could be my diversion for a while.” You raise an eyebrow. You can play that game too. “No, that came out all wrong. Not that I’d just be using you as a distraction! I mean, I just. I’d like to spend time with someone who treats me normally, and I’d genuinely like that to be you. Sorry if that’s weird for you seeing as we’ve only just met.”

“No, that’s not weird at all.” You say, tilting your head slightly as you meet his eyes. “Alright, but you’re buying. You do owe me one.” “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says, eyes still locked with yours. “See you soon then.” You say. “If I’m lucky.” He says with a wink as he turns to leave. Dear goodness he’s charming. 

As soon as he leaves your manager comes up behind you, giving you a start. “If you don’t go meet that guy for coffee, you’re fired!” She yells. “I don’t know, girl. He’s an actor. That’s basically synonymous with being a player.” “But how could you turn down those eyes?! And his eyebrow game is just… dang. You HAVE to go.” You sigh. “Look, worst case scenario, free coffee. Best case scenario. Well I have no idea but with a guy that hot the opportunities are endless.” “You’re boy crazy.” You tease. “And you’re too cynical.” She shoots back. “Fine, I’ll go.” She punches your arm. “Now go fix your lipstick and get out of here.” 

You take a deep breath as you cross the street, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. As you walk into the coffee shop, his eyes light up and he looks at you in a way that you’ve only wished someone would look at you. He stands as you walk up to the table, standing close enough to feel the warmth between you. “So.” He says, looking down at you. You’re enjoying this height difference. “I owe you a favour, don’t I Miss Y/N?” He says, still standing awfully close to you. “That you do, Mr. Kay.” “Then let’s go cash that in.” He says with a wink. In that moment  you’ve never been so glad you decided to meet someone for coffee <3

Plums For You (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: The one where the reader was in a relationship with Bucky and stayed together in his apartment, but they broke up 2 days before Steve arrived. (Happy ending though, don’t worry).

Warning/s: Civil War AU-ish

(Y/N) shut the door of her apartment and slipped on a jacket on top of her blue top. The weather today was slightly cold. She walked down the sidewalk to her car, thinking of a certain brown-haired guy with a metal arm. 

She first met Bucky when she visited Bucharest because her sister lived there. One night, when she was heading back to her car, he saved her from the guys who kept cat-calling her and tried to make their way at her. Since then, they established a friendship which later evolved to a relationship. She learned about what he had done and helped him cope up with it. But sadly, they took a break 2 days ago. She gathered her things and moved to an apartment near Bucharest. 

Last night, she received a letter from him. He told her to meet him in his apartment today because he has something to say. So here she is now, in her car, and driving to Bucharest. She wondered what he has to say to her.

When she got to Bucharest, she noticed a crowd gathering around the apartment building where Bucky is living in. There was also a lot of vans and police officers gathered around, followed by a helicopter flying above. She parked her car on the side and went to investigate on the area. She heard a lot of people saying that the German special forces have arrived in the place to arrest someone for blowing up a building in Vienna. 

(Y/N) walked up to the entrance but a police officer had stopped her. “I’m sorry, ma'am. You can’t be here.” he told her. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Why? What’s happening?" 

"The German special forces raided the building to arrest a wanted criminal that has been living in here for the past couple of days. Said that he was wanted for the death of a king and the bombing in Vienna." 

(Y/N) felt herself stiffen at the mention of ‘wanted criminal’. She prayed that it wasn’t Bucky. "Who’s the wanted criminal?” she asked, slightly stuttering. 

The police officer shrugged. “Something like James Buchaner Barnes? Buchanan? I don’t know.” he told her.

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. So it was Bucky! Her heart started beating fast. Oh no, what if they got to him already? she thought. She looked up at the man. “You have to let me in.” she said. 

“I’m sorry, ma'am. But we’ve been given orders to not let a single civilian to enter the premises until the raiding is clear." 

"But I have to go in there! My friend might be in danger." 

The police officer shook his head. "The building has evacuated the tenants in a safe area. I think you’ll find your friend there.” he said, nodding to the zone behind her that was guarded by the police. 

She looked back and searched the area for Bucky but she didn’t see him. She walked back to her car and climbed inside. She stared at the thin air in front of her, hoping and praying that Bucky is okay. Sighing, she started her car and drove back home. 




It was a peaceful night. The place was quiet, except for some rooms which were having a get-together or something. (Y/N) was cooking in her kitchen when someone had knocked on the door. “Hold on a minute!” She called out as she wiped her hands dry on a kitchen towel. She walked out of the kitchen and headed to the door. 

When she opened to see who it was, her eyes grew wide and froze in shock. There in front of her were five guys and a girl. She recognized one of them as Bucky, while the others are the members of the Avengers, except for the other guy who was standing beside the Falcon. They all looked exhausted.

“Whoa….” she murmured, gaping at all of them. 

Bucky stepped forward to her line of vision. She stared up at him in confusion, despite her shock. “Bucky?” she asked. 

He gave her a small smile. “Hey, (Y/N). Can we stay in your apartment for a while? We need a place to crash for tonight, and you are the only one who I trust.” he said, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’ll explain it to you later." 

(Y/N) looked at all of them before nodding her head, stepping to the side to make room for them. "Yeah, sure. Come on in.” she said. 

All of them nodded gratefully and appreciatively at her and walked inside. She closed the door and faced them. She couldn’t believe the sight she was seeing right now. The Avengers are standing in the middle of her room. Wow, she thought to herself.

“This place feels cozy." 

"Yeah. Do you smell that? Yum.”

“I read her mind earlier to see if she’s hiding something bad or not. The lady is nice and has a good heart. I like her.”

Bucky cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the other people inside. They turned to face him. “This is (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Steve, Scott, Sam, Clint, and Wanda.” Bucky introduced. 

(Y/N) stepped forward and smiled at them, shaking their hands as she tried to calm her heart from beating fast. “Hi. I know all of you. Well except for you, sorry,” she said as she pointed to Scott and gave him a sheepish smile, who only smiled at her and nodded his head, understanding, “I’m a big fan of all of you. I’m sorry if that sounds a little bit uncomfortable.”

All of them smiled at her. This boost up her confidence a little.  Steve stepped forward. “I’m sorry for barging in like this, ma'am. We just really need a place to lie low.” he told her. 

(Y/N) nodded her head. “It’s alright. I don’t mind having you all here. It’s not everyday I get an opportunity like this. So why not fully grasp it until it lasts.” she joked, earning chuckles from everyone. “Some of you can take my room. It’s much comfortable there than here in the living room.” she offered.

Sam shook his head. “No, no, you take your bed. We’ll be fine here on the living room.” he told her, smiling politely. 

(Y/N) nodded. “Alright. I’ll call room service to order up a few mattresses for you guys to be comfortable when you sleep tonight.” she said, earning nods from the others. “Are you all hungry? Dinner is about to be finished." 

"Ah, yes! Food! Thank you so much, Miss (Y/N). You are a lifesaver!” Scott cheered happily. 

(Y/N) blushed and chuckled. “You’re welcome.” she said and entered the kitchen. 

After ordering the mattresses up for the guests and placing it around the living room, and eating dinner, (Y/N) offered to clear everyone’s plates and brought them to the kitchen, despite everyone’s protests that they should be the one clearing their one plates. She told them it’s fine and that they should rest and sleep. 

While she was washing the plates in the kitchen, someone had tapped her shoulder. She looked over to see Bucky standing there. Her heart sent a small flutter. With everything going on, she had almost forgotten that they had broken up 2 days ago. Thinking about it now, she felt the situation turn slightly awkward. She rinsed her hands and wiped them on a kitchen towel. 

“Hey, Buck.” She greeted. “What do you need?" 

Bucky shook his head. "Nothing. I…” he swallowed and cleared his throat. “Just wanted to say thank you again for letting us stay for the night." 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. "You’re welcome.” She told him. “But I still wanna know what happened, Bucky. I went to Bucharest earlier morning and found that there are German special forces who raided the building to arrest you. Did you get in trouble again?” she asked. 

Bucky sighed, his shoulders slumping down. “Sort of.” he said and began telling her about the whole situation, and included the feud between Iron Man and Captain America. 

(Y/N) let out a small gasp when she finished. “Oh wow. That is trouble. Have you guys determined how you are going to catch the bad guy?” she asked. 

“As of the moment, no. But we’ll figure out something tomorrow." 

(Y/N) nodded, understanding everything. Silence fell upon both of them. (Y/N) looked down on the ground and slightly picked on the hem of her apron. Bucky slightly bit his lower lip and placed his hands in his pocket, only to feel a plastic inside. He pulled it out and saw the plums he had bought earlier. He was amazed at the fact that the plums were still the same condition the same time he bought them. He then remembered that he had bought these for her because she was coming over. 

"Hey, uh,” Bucky broke the silence and cleared his throat. He handed her the plastic with plums inside. “Earlier today, before the special forces found my location, I bought these for you because you were coming over and I wanted to give you something special. I-It’s simple, I know. But it’s your favorite. Figured that you might….” he trailed off, not finishing his sentence. 

(Y/N) looked up at him then to the plastic he was holding. She took it and opened it, revealing the dark purple-colored fruits that she loves. This sent a flutter in her heart and a smile on her face. “Thank you, Bucky. You’re so sweet.” she said. 

She didn’t see it but her compliment made his cheeks turn slightly pink. He cleared his throat and shifted to lean on left foot to right foot. “Those are not the only ones that I’m supposed to give to you. Most of them were in my backpack. But I lost it somewhere in Bucharest while His Highness T'Challa was chasing me.” he told her. 

(Y/N) smiled softly and stepped forward. “It’s all in the little things, Bucky. I appreciate this.” she said, gesturing to the plums on her hand. 

Bucky smiled at her before looking at her with softness and warmth. “I missed you.” he murmured, giving her a small sad smile. 

(Y/N)’s heart melted for him. She returned the look of softness and smiled. “I missed you, too.” she said and opened her arms. “Come here.”

Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in an embrace. He pulled her closer and buried his face onto the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. They missed this. They hadn’t realized how much they have missed being in each other’s arms till now. (Y/N) hugged him tighter and smiled against his shoulder. She and Bucky felt like in home. 

When they pulled away, they didn’t release each other. (Y/N) looked up to meet his eyes. Bucky stared at her eyes for a few minutes before glancing down to her lips. His hand slowly reached up to cup her jaw. His thumb drew small circles on her cheek as he leaned forward. She met him half-way and they kissed.  Warmth, acceptance, passion, and affection were poured onto the kiss. Bucky slowly walked her back until her lower back was pressed against the sink. He picked her up and placed her on top of the counter as he deepened the kiss. 

After a while, (Y/N) pulled back for air and panted heavily. Bucky continued drawing small circles on her hips as they caught their breath. She looked at him and smiled, running her fingers through his hair as she gently rubbed her nose against his. Bucky gave her a dazed smile and chuckled. 

(Y/N) glanced at something behind him and her eyes grew wide, cheeks turning red. He looked back and saw Steve and Sam leaning against the door-frame of the kitchen with their hands crossed on their chests and smirks on their faces. (Y/N) cleared her throat and jumped down, with Bucky easing her down.

She smoothed down her clothes and swallowed, looking at them. “Hey, uh, do you need something?” she asked. 

“We were going to ask you if we could borrow your laptop, but you seem busy.” Steve told her, smirking at both of them. 

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide as she coughed awkwardly. Her cheeks were turning red in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, yes, sure. You can borrow my laptop. I’ll go get it.” she said before walking past them, leaving the three of them in the kitchen. 

When she was gone, Steve and Sam looked back at him with shit-eating grins on their faces. Bucky slightly narrowed his eyes at them but couldn’t help but not suppress the growing smile on his face. “Not one word.” he told them, chuckling.