[Yuel is dancing before the Ninetails that they’ve been seeking, wearing a mysterious costume] [The Objective of Yuel and Co’s travels, Ninetails] [The One Who Seals for A Thousand Years, Yuel]
Yuel: “…is the dream I had, but… the whole dream had a right dangerous feel to it.” Societte: “Hmmm… it seems there really is some danger to resurrecting Lady Ninetails after all…” So: “For now, let’s work on practicin’ that dance…”
Korwa: “OK! Well then, I tried making some clothes for your practice that’s easy to move in!” /TA-DAH <– Jersey –> Yuel: “Ooh!?”
So: “Hm… hmmm…. they’re certainly easy to move around in but…” Yu: “Sooomehow it just don’t feel right…?” Ko: “Fufu… I thought you might say that…”
Ko: “You can take the sides and back off too!” Yu: “Oooh!! Yeah, yeah, tha’s the stuff!” YES! ERUNE!!
Imagine Natasha with Steve's shield? And that turning him on?
Admittedly, he’d been a little busy in Sokovia to notice Natasha
using his shield. It wouldn’t have
surprised him then to see how fluidly she moved with it, just like it didn’t
surprise him now, watching her sparr with him after having managed to relieve
him of his shield.
What was surprising was
his distraction. The one in his pants-area. It wasn’t entirely unexpected. He’d always found her sexy. Not her body (yes, her body but not just
that), but she was witty and capable and strategic and if he was honest, she
was someone with that (sort of) shared life experience and he always felt a
sense of calm settle over him when they fought side-by-side. So he knew he was a little smitten.
He just wasn’t counting on
the shield. He also wasn’t counting on
how long he took to think through all of that and before he knew it, he wasn’t
staring at her face, features set in determination (and something…guarded around her eyes, something she
was trying to keep secret, maybe), shield at the ready, but rather he was
staring at the rafters of the training space.
“What’sa matter, Rogers,
never see a pretty face before?” She smirked.
He huffed a laugh and used
his supersoldier reflexes to his advantage, sweeping her legs out from under
her and twisting so he’d disarmed her and had her pinned. He tried not to look too smug and mostly
succeeded. He was just glad he managed
to keep his hips from touching any part of her.
Natasha lifted one eyebrow
and shifted so that she was pressed flush against him. “You gonna gloat all day, or are you gonna
Steve didn’t waste time
being awestruck, and leaned forward.
My lats have ripped a few dresses and I can’t really wear crop tops anymore. My only suiting that still fits are jackets that used to be too big and pants with spandex. I feel uncomfortable in most of the formalwear I would’ve bought off the rack in high school. I’ve gained about 15lbs since freshman year of college.
And my relationship with myself and my body has never been better. I want a bigger squat more than I want to look good in pants and I want a big deadlift more than I want to wear spaghetti straps. I worked really fucking hard to get here.
When I was a teenager, I desperately wanted to be tall because I wanted to wear Cheap Monday jeans–being a size 0 didn’t change that. Getting fucking strong did.
Summary: They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.
Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.
Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Summary: The tiny microphone picks up the sound of rustling sheets behind him, and Harry’s smile changes to a confused frown as he looks back, camera still in place. His face, only visible in profile now, visibly softens, and when he turns back around it’s to prop the camera up on the side table to catch the moment. There’s a smaller figure curled up on the other side of the bed, fluffy brown hair sticking out from where the blanket is pulled up over their face. Harry rolls back over and pulls the blanket down a bit, and big blue eyes squint up at him in the sudden light.
Harry and Louis’ first year as a couple, as captured by snippets of home movies.
Summary: “Please kiss me.” Louis breathes and Harry smiles. Louis closes his eyes and wraps his arms gently around Harry’s neck, pulling him closer. It’s Harry who seals the final distance between them and their lips touch.
If Louis were to write an essay on clichés, he’d write this. Kissing Harry is like kissing the sun. Harry is warm and full of light and even in the dark room he’s beaming brighter than anything Louis could ever imagine. Kissing Harry is like kissing a flower. He smells so lovely and he’s perfect and his lips are as soft and delicate as a flower petal. Kissing Harry gives him fireworks and white lights behind his eyes and he feels like a star exploding and becoming something new and brighter. Kissing Harry feels like home, and it’s scary and wonderful all at the same time.
or the one where Harry is the quarterback who wants to be a photographer, Louis is the piano prodigy who like being a wallflower, and it’s a roller coaster of a life but they’re along for the ride.
Summary: Growing up in a small town comes with expectations and responsibilities.
Harry Styles may seem like he has it all figured out: status, money, popularity. But being in the light all the time means no slip ups, sticking to the path that’s been set.
Louis Tomlinson may not have everything but he has his mom, best friend Zayn, and his smarts and to him that’s all he needs. Only he could live without his number annoyance since kindergarten, Harry Styles.
or a High School AU where Harry is quarterback and Louis is his one escape from reality and Louis is perfection in vans and glasses who wants nothing more than to get out of his small home town, Jefferson, TX.
Summary: He’s standing third from the left, toes pointed inwards a bit and hands clasped behind his back. His hair, an unruly pile of chocolate curls, is held back by a ridiculously bright, lime green head band. Louis can just make out the swell of his biceps through the long-sleeved jersey he’s wearing, and Louis’ mouth goes dry at the sight of boy’s shorts, a pair of red gym shorts, that are just barely skimming the halfway mark of his thighs.
or Harry tries out for the football team, and is absolutely terrible, but Louis doesn’t have the heart to let him go.