look at their perfect scheming faces

Big Bang Reaction to: Their Wedding Day

T.O.P: For the most part, he’s easy going about the wedding planning but ONE THING he cannot let you control is the chairs at the venue. They need to be good ones, the kind worthy of his wedding. This may cause some issues during the planning stage since none are up to his scrutiny but on the actual day, he’ll be in a haze. It’s like he’s not really there, just floating around. Maybe he won’t say much but his eyes and how he tears up as you start walking down the aisle, say it all.

“There they are,” he whispers to Jiyong. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with them.”

And Jiyong smiles but he’s more focused on your outfit, really impressed with your choice. You got good taste, he decides! You deserve to marry his friend for sure.

Originally posted by aniija

Taeyang: Jokes that he wants to stand shirtless at the alter. He’s only teasing though and he takes the day very seriously. Once he’s committed, he gives that person his all. So the gravity of this day isn’t lost on him. He may surprise you at the reception with a song written just for you, that he chokes up while performing. Then you tear up and the guests do too ;;w;; It’s a very teary day but in a good way!

Originally posted by daesungstrash

G-Dragon: Gets married in nothing but style. He’ll have a big say in the colour schemes, the suites/dresses, etc. He basically plans it all himself. Spends all his time worrying about the perfection of the day, to the point where he needs to be dragged to the alter since he keeps checking the layout and that everyone’s doing their jobs. It isn’t until he’s stood there, in his lavish suite, that he realises what’s happening.

A sweet smile crosses his face, that he tries to hide. He wants to look professional but that smile just keeps coming back.

“Guys,” he whispers to his best men. “I’m getting married today.”

“We know, idiot, why else is everyone here?”

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Daesung: Was walking around on cloud nine the months leading up to the big day. And was 10x worse on the actual day. The boys wondered if his smile could grow big enough to break his jaw but luckily it didn’t. His jaw was still intact, as you walked down the aisle. Noticing your nerves, he’ll wink or call out something like “Hurry up! I can’t wait any longer ~” to make you laugh and relax.

Originally posted by daengerous-af

Seungri: Spends most of the time leading up to the wedding, annoyed at his hyungs. Their usual teasing has increased and they keep asking about his wedding night and what freaky shit he has planned. No one believes his claims of a “virtuous night between newly weds.” The media attention is crazy and this, on top of his hyungs, kept him distracted. Until he’s standing up on that alter and you’re walking towards him. And his emotions hit him all at once. He gulps, will probably end up crying at some point during the service too.

“There s/he is,” Taeyang notes, as you walk towards him. “Don’t they look so stunning?”

Seungri nods, eyes watering. “Stunning. Absolutely, unbelievably stunning.”

Originally posted by cheonjaes

‘Come in from the garden. Stop sulking, Levi.’

‘I’m not.’

'I know you are. But Levi, you looked beautiful!’

'Piss off, beautiful. I had a face mask on! And Erwin…548 likes?! You don’t even know 548 people on facebook!’

'You’ve gone viral Levi!’

'I don’t wanna be a virus.’

What looks like a moody sulk in their sunny back garden actually runs much much deeper…Levi is plotting. Plotting revenge.


It could have been a sad picture. But it’s not turned out as it started. Used a few pose refs from google to get the perfect sulk posture. Continuation of something I can’t link to because tumblr app sucks.

You're the One That I Want- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: On accident, you and Tom go to Harrison’s Halloween party dressed as the iconic couple Sandy and Danny from ‘Grease’.

Word Count: 1900

A/N: This was so much fun to write. Harrison is a bit crazy in this one, so oops. He is the ultimate match maker. I hope you all enjoy. And happy Halloween!


“Hey, are you coming to my party tonight?” Harrison asked you as you sat beside him in the car on your way home.

“Yes, I mean you said "Y/N, you’re coming to my party or I’ll never speak to you again”, which means I wouldn’t have you to buy me food, so I have to go.“ You explained, making him laugh. Harrison was throwing his annual Halloween party tonight, which required new decorations from last year and lots of sweet treats. He begged you to go shopping with him for it because Tom was busy. He gave you free food so you couldn’t pass up the offer.

"Don’t act like you don’t want to go.” He smirked at you devilishly.

“No, I don’t want to go. I could be at home watching Stranger Things instead of being a wallflower at your party.”

“Of course you want to go, Tom will be there.” His eyes light up as a blush spread over your cheeks. And here you thought his evil smirk couldn’t get any bigger.

You had known Harrison for years. Two years ago, he introduced you to his best friend, Tom. You had taken a quick liking to Tom, developing a slight-you insisted it was slight, very slight- crush on him. You didn’t spend as much time with him as you did with Harrison, who had become a brother to you. On multiple occasions, such as this one, Harrison has tried to play match maker; he even flat out asked Tom to take you to the Captain America: Civil War premiere. It didn’t work because you were busy; unlike Harrison, you had a job and were not able to follow Tom around the world.

“I’m over him, Harrison.” You lied as he stopped the car in front of your apartment complex. It was the same fable you said everytime he brought up the cute boy with dashing brown eyes.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk, “Hey, Y/N.” Harrison called, making you halt from shutting the door on him.

“What?” You asked.

“What’s your costume?” He questioned.

“Sandy from 'Grease’, why?” You replied.

“Just wondering. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep.” You sighed. Why couldn’t he just leave you be at home with Netflix cuddled up in a warm, fluffy blanket?

“7 o'clock. See you there, love.” He smiled at you as you rolled your eyes and closed the door. Harrison was always your extremely cheeky friend. You heard his car speed off as you entered your own apartment, meaning you were finally free to begin getting ready for tonight.


“Tom, what’s your costume for tonight?” Harrison asked his friend. He called Tom the moment he got home with a scheme already forming in his head.

“Well, I was thinking of just wearing the Spiderman suit. I don’t have any other costumes really.” Tom replied in slight confusion, “Why?”

“Don’t be Spiderman. Be someone else, everyone in the world has already seen you as Spiderman. Be original-be someone like Danny from 'Grease’.” Harrison stated, trying to sound as if he didn’t desperately want his friend to be Danny.

“Are you okay? I thought you hated that movie.”

“I do, but you don’t. You should be Danny.”

“Do you just want to wear my Spiderman suit? Is that what this is about?” Tom accused. Harrison shrugged at the thought.

“You caught me.” He replied, hoping that maybe if he wore the suit, Tom would be Danny. It’s not like he was a hard character to dress up as. All you needed was a black shirt and black jeans-a wig if he really went for it.

“I’ll let you wear it, but you can’t stain or rip it. No pulling threads either. It needs to be exactly how I had it originally.” He stated.

“I promise to protect your precious suit from harm if you swear to be Danny.” Harrison said.

“Why are you so hooked on me being Danny?”

“No reason. Okay, well, I’ve got some setting up to do. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, and Harrison?” Tom asked.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Will-Will Y/N be there?” He questioned in a hushed tone, making Harrison laugh.

“Yes, your Juliet will be there, Romeo.” He said.

“Shut up.” Tom grumbled, hanging up the phone.


Harrison was starting to get grumpy and Tom was starting to get nervous. The party had started thirty minutes ago and Harrison had yet to see you walk through the front door. He was impatient about your arrival; he wanted nothing more than to make you and Tom get together. He was angry at the thought that you may have actually ditched him and stayed at home. Harrison sacrificed his amazing vampire costume to get Tom to match with you (although he did feel privileged in a legitimate, free Spiderman costume), so he had every right to benupset about you being late. Tom was growing nervous because Harrison looked ready to kill something. He was also becoming sad because out of all the girls at the party, none of them were his girl; even though you technically weren’t in a relationship with him.

Harrison was just about to pull out his phone to call you when the door opened. A proud smile formed on his face as he glanced over at Tom. Tom was oblivious to the fact that you had just walked in as his costume’s counterpart since he was in the middle of a conversation with some of his other friends. You saw Harrison and made your way over to him, stumbling slightly in your red high heels.

“You’re late.” Harrison stated.

“I had to finish my show and do you know how long it takes to get cherry red lipstick perfect?” You questioned, pointing to your lips.

“Better late than never, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Is that Tom’s suit?” You asked, looking at the intricate designs on the Spiderman suit he was wearing.

“Yep, he was going to wear this one, but I persuaded him to wear something a little more 50s.” He said. Harrison put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and turned him around to face you. It took a moment for you and Tom to register your costumes.

“Harrison!” You both exclaimed. You and Tom were in disbelief that your friend would plot such a scheme. You both knew he was crazy, but not this crazy.

“Don’t you two look lovely.” He smiled in amusement. His face dropped when he saw your glare and Tom’s horrified look, “I should go. You two should dance.” He dove off into the crowd and disappeared.

“He’s lucky I can barely walk in these heels or else I’d kill him.” You muttered. You balanced on your left leg as you lifted up your right to remove the red heel.

“Here, let me help.” Tom held out a hand to stabilize you from falling.

“Thanks,” you said after you successfully got both heels off, “I’m going to put these in Haz’s room.” You left without waiting for a response from Tom.

“What’re you doing? Ask her to dance, fool!” Harrison stated, coming back over to Tom.

“Why did you set this up? Did you actually want to wear the suit?”

“No, but I like it. Can I keep it?” He asked, but continued after seeing his friend’s pointed look, “I set this up because the two of you are crazy in love with each other and are too bloody stupid to do anything about it!”

“You’re wrong, Y/N doesn’t like me.” Tom said.

“She does, Tom. She came tonight because you were coming. I thought the costumes would help you get the balls to ask her out. When she comes back, ask her to dance. It’s not rocket science.” Harrison patted his friend on the back, “She’s coming back-I gotta run!”

“Harrison!” Tom called after him, but he was already gone.

“Was that Harrison?” You asked, scanning the crowd for the iconic Spiderman suit.

“No. I just thought I saw him.” Tom stated. The was an awkward moment shared before he spluttered out the words, “You look beautiful tonight.” His face turned almost as red as your shoes.

“Thank you,” You replied, looking down at your outfit. It was nothing much-black leather pants, a black off-the-shoulder top, and a black leather jacket, “You make a great Danny.”

“Really?” He asked, surprised, “I was going to just wear my suit, but Harrison asked to borrow it. I thought it was odd that he suggested Danny, since he hates 'Grease’, but the costume is simple enough.” He shrugged and you shifted your eyes down to your bare feet.

“I’m sorry-I told Harrison what I was wearing. I didn’t expect him to force you to match me. This must be super awkward; we’re not a couple, but we are dressed like it.”

“No, no, I don’t mind.” Tom said, making you look up to meet his eyes, “Quite the opposite actually. The thought of us together is incredible. I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“Really?” You asked.


“Well, you’re in luck because you’re the one that I want.” You said, making him laugh.

“Can Danny kiss his Sandy?” Tom asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. You nodded slowly and the two of you leaned in. Just before your lips could touch, almost on cue, Harrison interrupted.

“Hey, Tom, I’m sorry, but I spilt red punch on the suit, but the suit’s red so it’s okay, right?” Harrison looked up from the wet patch on his chest to the two of you. He noticed the close proximity and his eyes lit up, “Is my OTP finally happenig? Is the ship finally sailing?” You and Tom both sighed and Tom dropped his hands, turning to his friend.

“Harrison, f*ck off.” Tom said.

“But I don’t want to miss this.”

“Harrison!” You and Tom snapped.

“Fine, but I’m getting an update from both of you.” Harrison huffed.

“And you’re cleaning my suit!” Tom said as his friend walked off. He turned back to you, “Where were we?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” You stated.


Two months later, you and Tom had been going strong as a couple. Not much had changed besides that and Harrison growing a tad bit more annoying. By more annoying, you meant that he interrupted 9/10 of your dates with Tom. Although he was ridiculous, when he invited you and Tom over to have a Christmas move marathon, you had to go.

“Stop! Stop!” Harrison exclaimed when you and Tom were about to walk into his room, hand-in-hand. Harrison grabbed a small green object from his dresser and held it in his doorway.

“Is that mistletoe?” Tom asked.

“Yep, now you two have to kiss.” Harrison smiled.

“Harrison, we’re already dating. You don’t need to keep being crazy with your 'match making’.” You said.

“I know, but I’m the captain of this ship. Now kiss.” He ordered. You and Tom simultaneously rolled your eyes at him. When Tom’s fan found out about you two being together through Harrison, they crowned him the “captain” of your ship and now there was quite literally no living with him. Tom pecked you on the lips, making Harrison get giddy in excitement.

“Why is he so weird?” Tom asked you with a laugh.

“I don’t know. I’m only here for the food.” You replied.

cutechibilolita  asked:

I wanted to know how did it all start (the st olgas Au) and if you have made a full comic of it? I really like it.

Full comic? Technically no.(A different ask/answer will expand upon this point in due time) 

It can start anywhere after that “Saint Olga’s school for wayward Princesses” episode. Or at least that’s where I’d think it would make the most sense. Since a lot of the groundwork relies on Heinous’ desire for revenge. Any time and any place, take this comedic capture for example.

If you meant the origins of how I came up with the au itself? Inklings of the idea started with the original Olga episode. I really liked the tone(nice mix of serious and funny), the look, the fact that it was actually a legit brainwashy hellhole. It was interesting how oppressive everything was, but also hilarious with how all of it was for the simple purpose of better table manners and stuff like that. 

I’ve always been fascinated by ‘death of personality’ or ‘that person is dead now’ kind of tragic scenarios. St.Olga’s gave good fodder for that, and delivered it in a way that didn’t take itself too seriously.(or at least that’s how I felt about it.)  I did some simple drawings and showed them off to peers and their support encouraged me to keep making stuff for it.  <–(Basically my first ‘official’ pictures with the au.) 

^^^^Though, once upon a time the color scheme was gonna be slightly different before going with what we have today. Looking back on this, it looks weird as heck and I’m glad I went with mostly one color on Sol’s uniform.

Star literally becomes the ‘perfect little princess’ that she’s spent a lifetime resenting, a boring, soulless porcelain doll. Meanwhile, Marco’s desire to be ‘cool’ or ‘badass’ is twisted and thrown cruelly back at his face. Some things have changed and some have stayed the same, and chances are it’ll continue to ‘evolve’ in a way as the canon series progresses. 

As long as everyone has fun :) I hope I didn’t miss the mark with this, sorry if I did. Thank you for the question(s). 

Say You Will- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Request: Fluffy Christmas fic! <3

Warnings: None…unless you count excessive fluff lolololol

I could feel him smirking at my back as I stood on my tiptoes to place the final ornament on the tree; a cute little snowman with a top hat and cane. I carefully looped the hook around the branch before standing back to admire my handiwork. Each year, my tree looked a little bit as if Christmas had thrown up all over it…candy canes, tinsel, glittery garland, and ornaments of all colors, shapes, and sizes. There was no theme or color scheme. I always thought it looked perfect. Chaotic and unorganized in the best way. A little bit like myself. I was still hyperaware of that smirk directed at my back, though.

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Lucky Strike

Poe Dameron x Reader Modern Setting!AU

Summary: Your excitement to meet the company’s most requested pilot was nearly zero. Little did you know you were going to swallow your words.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
7,279 words

Notes: Here it goes the AU I’ve been talking about! FINALLY. Risking a Poe fic request on the way! Hope you guys enjoy out favorite posterboy being the pilot of an airline company. I ALSO HOPE I MADE HIM JUSTICE. Tell me if I’m torturing y’all with my bad Star Wars writing.Happy reading! <3

You had never met Poe Dameron and yet, he was the most debated topic between the flight attendants at the operational dispatch room. It even surprised you that with two years of working at Millennium airlines, that would be your first time in hosting one of Commander Dameron’s flights, given he was one of the most active and requested pilot for long flights – exactly the ones you preferred working on. 

But you always heard the chitchat between a few coworkers, pretty much gushing about his looks and how flirty but yet polite he was. You’d be honestly lying if it didn’t perk your curiosity for a little bit though you’d never truly admit it. 

And now you were about to meet the said man but your excitement wasn’t even one percent near to the other girls (and a few boys) giddiness. 

“So, I take it you were a part of Commander Dameron’s crew before…” You low key questioned Hanna, one of the few flight attendants that you’d previously worked before as you entered the conference room, clutching your shoulder bag to your side as she nodded in response. “You’re friends or something?”

She snorted quietly and glanced at you as if you’d just said the most absurd thing ever, her eyes rolling playfully as you finally sat around the huge table. 

“I wish! It was just a two hour flight.” Hanna sighed exaggeratedly as you chuckled quietly at her dreamy expression. “Never saw him again after that. Tough luck.”

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Princecup?  Princecup

Do you guys remember princecup?  @saracorinnelikesthis inadvertently reminded me that he exists, and she’s such a treasure trove of happy videos, that this had to happen.  Also, I forgot how fun this au is?  And maybe it’s because I’m in a super rom com place in my life but…I think I need more dumb but inevitable prince/security guard romance.  

Part 1 | Part 2 

(Part 1 is bolded because it’s smutty.  So at your own risk right there.)  

So, Hiccup isn’t stupid enough to whine about being a prince.  That’s a long and pathetic road full of dictators and less-successful assholes, and he’s not complaining anyway, that’s too strong of a word.  He just wishes that someone understood that being Crown Prince of Berk isn’t fun, most of the time.  Grand balls aren’t fun, they’re just an excuse for his father to trot him out in public like a show horse.  Charity events aren’t fun, they’re just a reminder of how much and how little power he has, simultaneously.  Someday, he’ll be able to sign anything he wants into law with a flick of a pen, but now all he can do is sit there in front of walls of cameras, looking glossy in tabloids and being judged on the front page of newspapers.  

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wondcrkid  asked:

" Sometimes I wake up in the morning wondering if what I do is worth it or how much I matter in the grand scheme of things. I wake up unsure, scared, but when I get to work and I see your face it's like it all goes away. You let me live in the moment, more than anyone else has. Looking into your eyes is like looking at perfection itself. I think to myself when you're busy at work 'man, he's so cute' and you've never proven me wrong. So, I hope you feel loved. Because I love you. "

@wondcrkid​ | Oldest meme, u w a h.

                            WHAT WAS GRADUATING FROM NEETDOM LIKE ??  Pressure, that was the right word,  P R E S S U R E.  Waking up at 6 in the morning, rushing down DANGEROUSLY SLIPPERY stairs in order to catch a RIDICULOUSLY CROWDED train and get to a building where not even the security guards look at you with a good eye    He had worked before, indeed, but, for some reason, working as an assistant in such a huge company was – IT WAS A LOT.

Why was he doing it anyway ??  Because of THE CASH ??  Because of the fact that, hello, HE HAD A ROLE AS A MEMBER OF SOCIETY NOW ??  Or was it because of his BOSS ??  ( Ah, it is hard to understand a lovebug’s heart, it’s hard to understand why are there things you would only do FOR LOVE. ).

                            Todomatsu had not slept enough the previous night  (BLAME HIS OLDER BROTHERS FOR IT),  and so it had affected his usual performance at work, it had affected his performance SO MUCH he had gotten scolded for bumping into another employee, and pretty badly, THAT GUY WAS PISSED, and he couldn’t do more than just lower his head and wait for the show to be over  ( EVERYONE WAS WATCHING WHEN THAT HAPPENED, and it felt – WRONG, he wasn’t the kind of cowering when looked at ),  the sixth-born had spilled burning coffee over his shirt after all.

                            Just because he worked for the head boss IT DIDN’T MEAN HE

                            The moment he had nothing to do was the moment he hid in Annie’s office, even if they weren’t there because they had meetings and businesses to take care of, it was IT WAS FOR THE BEST, at least for that day.

A few hours passed after that small incident, IT WAS LUNCH TIME yet he wasn’t hungry for some reason  (maybe his  t i r e d n e s s  was greater than any possible hunger he could have)  … but the cup of coffee in his hands was nice, he appreciated the caffeine – HE NEEDED THE CAFFEINE TO STAY AWAKE.

                            Had he notified about anything that had happened to him ??  No, not really, AND NEITHER HE DID THE MOMENT HE SAW THE BLONDE AT THE DOOR, fully opening his eyes in an attempt of looking 100% AWAKE AND FOCUSED.    Well – maybe they did know already, voices talking about  ‘how Annie’s assistant nearly got into an argument with another employee’ were hard to miss; yet he just sat THERE and mentioned nothing, just quietly sipping from his cup, JUST IN CASE.

No, he wasn’t dumb, even if he didn’t look to the other side of the room Annie was eyeing at him – why ??  Well he was acting WEIRD.  He was just quite tired, that was it, nothing too bad, he even bothered to MENTION IT as a way of breakin the silence for a couple of seconds …  ( Ah, WHAT A PAIN. )

                            Grey-ish pupils glanced in Annie’s direction as they spoke 

Eh ??  He rubs his eyes, a soft grimace in his face  ( FOCUS, TODOMATSU, FOCUS )  – was all of that TRUE ??  But – no, thats’ not the fact they like to see every morning, not his tired eyes, or his pouts  …  Having a job will be a pain, BUT FOR THOSE PRECIOUS EYES IT WAS MORE THAN WORTH IT.  Dealing with those people and those glares will be the worst, BUT FOR THAT SMILE HE WOULD DO ANYTHING.

Of course, OF COURSE, why was he being such an idiot ??  He did all of this for – not his boss, BUT HIS GIRLFRIEND.  Ahhh, he had been so blind all this time, if it not had been for them he would still be A NEET, A LOST CASE, A FAILURE, JUST A PINK CARBON COPY OF SOMEONE ELSE

                            His eyes noticed the clock on the wall  (LUNCH TIME WAS ABOUT TO END),  as if he had revived out of sudden he drank the rest of his coffee in one attempt  ( yeah, WAKE UP, YOU HAVE STUFF TO DO ),  jumping off the couch with a sudden burst of energy – JUST LEAVE IT TO HIM, ANNIE.

            HE HAD  E V E R Y T H I N G  UNDER CONTROL.

East Coast Crush

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You’ve been trying forever to get Steve to notice you, but he just never does, so you’ve come to your last resort: forties dancing.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 844

A/N: This is my first stand-alone imagine, so I hope it’s okay! Tell me what you think! :)

[Y/N] = your name  [E/C] = eye color

“Come on, [Y/N], you have to feel the beat,” Bucky instructed as he pulled you back and forth across the music-filled training room.

“I’m trying!” you whine in response as you accidentally stepped on his foot yet again.

Without so much of a grimace, the assassin murmured, “I think that was the thirty-fifth time today…. that’s a new record, even for you!”

“Haha,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m doing my best here, so cut me some slack.”

Bucky had been attempting to teach you the East Coast Swing for the past few weeks. The dancing style was fairly simple, and the fact that the man was the lead made your life easier; however, no matter how hard Bucky tried to teach you, you seemed to always mess up.

Sure you always had a special interest in forties culture, but there was a completely different reason for your interest in the ancient form of dancing: a tall, strong, blond, blue-eyed reason. You had tried everything to impress him, from fine-tuning your fighting skills to looking up corny jokes online that could maybe make you seem more humorous and fun to be around. Unfortunately, your super soldier crush was far too stupid to notice you, so you were planning on taking more drastic measures to make yourself seen.

“[Y/N],” Bucky called. “Earth to [Y/N]. Come on focus.”

When you snapped back to reality from you little daze, your dance partner restarted the music. You furrowed your brows in determination and stood up as straight as you could. You would get it right this time.

Several minutes later, as Bucky dipped you, he smiled, “You’re doing fantastic.”

Suddenly, someone from the entrance cleared their throat. You quickly pushed yourself up, scared of who had caught you; no one was supposed to know about your little scheme. Finally, looking up, you saw who was there, and your heart immediately beat ten times faster.

Steven Grant Rogers.

The most perfect man to ever live.

His face was clearly strained, and his sky-blue eyes looked between you and Bucky in a slightly angry manner.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he finally said, the anger in his voice apparent. “But I need to speak to you, James.”

“You only call me ‘James’ when you’re pissed…” Bucky mumbled. “Bye, [Y/N]. We’ll do that thing we were going do later, okay?”

You could not tell what Steve was thinking, but he was clearly even angrier after Bucky’s last sentence to you as he marched out of the room, not waiting for his friend to follow.

“Is it all set?” you call over your shoulder, checking your outfit out one last time in the mirror.

Your ensemble included a longer, flowing dress that swirled whenever you spun around and bright, red lipstick. It practically screamed “Forties.”

With a huff, Bucky replied, “For the billionth time, yes!”

“Okay, well, are you sure he’s even going to come? I mean, sometimes he doesn’t like coming to Tony’s parties… and he doesn’t realize that this one’s special.”

“[Y/N]. Listen to me. Everything is going to go perfectly. Okay? In fact, let me explain exactly what’s going to happen tonight. You’re going to walk in all pretty. He’s going to see you and fall head over heels in love—well, more in love that I know he already is. And you’re going to dance the night away like Cinderella, or whatever, except that it’s not all going to go away the next morning. Does that sound good enough to you?”

You simply rolled your eyes in response. For being a former brain-washed assassin, he could certainly be a drama queen.

When you entered the party hall, your eyes immediately began wandering the room. You finally saw him standing at the bar, and his blue eyes locked with your [E/C] ones. The moment took the breath from your lungs, and you were, yet again, unable to breathe. He suddenly looked away when he saw who you had arrived with, and your heart sank.

“Don’t worry, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear. “I’ll get him to come over here.”

“Wha-Bucky! You can’t just tell him to dance with me!” you squealed in shock, but he was already gone.

You watched as your dance instructor walked over to his best friend. Steve’s face started out tense, but as Bucky explained something you could not hear, your crush’s face slowly relaxed into a smile. Within less than a minute he appeared in front of you with a sheepish grin.

“Good evening, ma’am. Would you mind if I asked you for a dance?” he asked with a forties gentleman flair

“Well, I would love to, Captain,” you replied with a grin. “Though I must warn you, I’m not good at dancing.”

He chuckled, “Neither am I…Maybe we just need the right partner.”

As you took his hand, you noticed Bucky nod to the DJ who began playing an old swing song.

The more you danced, the clearer it became to you and Steve that the two of you had found the right partner.

Real (Everlark drabble)...

I had this idea niggling at me all day today and now it’s 1am and I’ve written a little drabble of it. Has barely taken an hour, un-beta’d as always so all mistakes are nine mine. Hope you enjoy (a lil Modern Day AU Everlark wedding drabble).



I know I’m not supposed to do this, I know it’s not tradition. But I want to. He’s always been so good with words and I love hearing them. I want to make sure he hears me too. I can’t go after him, I’ll chicken out. I can’t go after anyone. So I’m going first. Not that anyone knows it yet.

I stand slowly and immediately the room quietens. There isn’t a great number of guests, but there’s enough. I swallow, looking down at my pale, satin dress shimmering in the dim light. I didn’t want it to be too much, I didn’t want any of it to be too much. But it had to be just right. Simple enough but special enough too. When I look up again the silence fully descends and all eyes turn to me. I bite my lip and focus on the trail of dandelions and little fairy lights on the far wall from me, little white and grey ribbons linking everything together in a perfect colour scheme matching my bridesmaids and his tie. And my eyes, he’d said, after we’d finally agreed to go with something “neutral.” I knew his favourite colour was orange and suggested that; he suggested mine and we knew it was a lost battle with my stubbornness and his convincing smile. So grey it was.

I take a breath and feel him look up at me from the chair to my right. I imagine his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth opening to wonder aloud what I was doing, a slight grin on his face as it had been the whole day. I start speaking before I know he will.

“Hi. Em, th-thank you all for coming.” I pause, unsure how everyone is going to react before I give myself a shake. This isn’t for them, I remind myself. Go. “I know that it’s not … custom for me, for the bride, to make a speech, but well, who cares about custom?” 

A smattering of titters passes over the room and I relax a little. They are all friends, it’s okay. Peeta shifts beside me, I still feel his gaze on me.

“Today, I’ll be honest, hasn’t felt real. In the best way. I’m waiting for someone to wake me and tell me that I’ve fallen sleep in my Stats class back at college and have dreamed the whole damn thing.”

Again more laughter.

“And, it’s because I don’t think I’ve felt happier.

“I’m sure Peeta will speak far better than me, and put our thanks and our feelings much more eloquently than I ever will. Which is why, no offense, this speech isn’t really for any of you.” 

I turn to look at Peeta, at my husband. I fall into his eyes, wide and joyous and locked on me. “It’s for you,” I say softly though I know everyone hears by the gentle chorus of “aw” that follows. He looks a little stunned, but happy stunned nevertheless.

“Peeta,” his name leaves my lips like an easy breath and he reaches a hand to take mine. “You know more than everyone else in this room that I am no good with words.” 

He shakes his head slightly but doesn’t cut me off.

“But I hope you know that I promise to tell you I love you a hundred times each and every day we are together. I’ll do it when I call you an idiot for leaving your keys at work, when I run after you with those same keys in the morning before you leave and tell you to drive safe. When I beg you to make your cheesebuns nearly every Sunday; when I make us tea in the morning and dinner in the evening, when I say I’ll do the dishes. When I let you watch the baseball instead of that trashy reality show I won’t admit to liking that will remain nameless;-”

I hear Johanna, my old roommate, cackle loudly over everyone else and I feel the corners of my mouth twitch.

“-when I steal your heat on the sofa, in bed. When I burrow my cold feet into you instead of putting on socks because I’d rather not have to get up, when I ask how your day was and when I warn you to be careful for a thousand different reasons.”

I pause a moment and Peeta squeezes my hand in his. I grip back and give a soft smile.

“And hopefully when you remember this moment, this speech, this day, because it is actually real and I love you. So much.”

I am aware that our guests start to clap and cheer but it doesn’t matter or even make me blush because Peeta is standing and his grin is growing and his eyes are shining. He doesn’t speak, but cups his hands on my face, his fingertips delicate and so soft, as if this is the first time he has held me like this, and eases my lips to his, all soft and warm, smooth and languid. 

“I love you too,” he speaks softly as we break away, as if he needed to tell me. I smile and kiss him again, though quicker this time. The honeymoon doesn’t officially start until we leave this room.

Chatter has picked up among our guests again so we speak lowly to each other, free of the attention of all our friends and family.

“I wish we could freeze this moment and live in it forever,” he says, letting his arms around my waist pull me to him in a loose hug. Mine snake around his torso. 

“Me too,” I sigh, leaning my head on his chest, inhaling him. It is perfect, this is perfect, today is perfect. I never knew I wanted it so much, but I did know I’d always want him. He makes me happy; he’s the biggest reason for my never being happier - aw shoot I forgot to say that in my speech! I groan inwardly, but let it go as easily as the thought came. He knows.

His lips brush my hair and I feel him plant a sweet, firm kiss there too before he speaks softly, his tone light. “I thought you said you weren’t good with words?” 

Punk Series - A Major Commitment

The final installment

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Harry: You’re leaning against the doorframe of Harry’s new office in the home he’d purchased; you’d purchased. The home you’d both purchased. It all seemed so surreal that your life had come to this, buying a home together. A home big enough to grow into, at least that was what Harry had said when you’d questioned why such a big farm house. “It won’t always be just the two of us,” he had said easily enough, barely glancing back to you from the window of the living room that would one day be yours. You had smiled at his words, pink painted lips pulling up before you’d had to bite the inside of your thumb so he wouldn’t notice. The home was secluded enough, pushed back amongst the trees of farmland long ago unused. Harry had no desire to start it back up again but had expressed an interest in purchasing horses one day when it wasn’t just the two of you anymore. “I can’t believe we did it,” Harry said from behind you, brushing past you with a kiss to your shoulder to present a framed copy of the lease you’d both signed ensuring the home belong to both of you and not just Harry. You stood back, arms crossed loosely across your chest, as Harry hung it over his old and worn desk that had belonged to his grandfather once upon a time. “Come on, I want to show you the plans,” Harry said with a bright smile, running his fingers through his day old haircut to push the rain-wet curls off his forehead. Allowing him to lead you back through the house towards the front door, you admired him dressed in a pair of Nike running pants, bright orange trainers, and grey hoodie; so casual for such a big moment. But, that was Harry; casual and laid back despite the circumstances surrounding him. “I know how you love white so I figured we could do white couches and chairs in the living room, maybe white side tables or whatever they are,” Harry explained, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together like your hands were one. You bypassed the iron railing of the stairs and glanced up at the open hallway above that you found it easy to imagine children running around before barreling down the stairs and towards the kitchen around the corner. “You could have a garden out back with flowers and we could use them to break up the white,” Harry continued, pulling you into the white kitchen with silver glass backsplash and you smiled as you listened to him explain everything you’d ever wanted. A casual dining set in the back of the kitchen in front of the glass alcove overlooking the back yard, a mud room leading out to the covered pathway connecting the house to the garage. Everything Harry explained were exact replicas of your “Farm House Living” Pinterest board and that was something Harry would only know if he did his research. At the other end of the downstairs would be your master bedroom with a connected master bath. All white and grey, of course. “I want to reconfigure the kids rooms so they each have their own bathroom, if we have to hear them complaining about sharing I think we’d go crazy,” Harry explained, pulling you into a room that would one day house one of your children. “Hopefully, he’ll like pirates… well, if he doesn’t I guess it doesn’t matter since we’ll be the ones decorating his room,” Harry comments off hand, glancing around at the room and you can’t stop yourself from lifting up on your toes to press a kiss to his moving lips. “What was that for?” He questioned, leaning back slightly with his eyes still closed before they fluttered open and you smiled. “The fact that you’re thinking of children,” you assure him, leaning into his open embrace and he smiled against the side of your head. “I got this blank space on my forearm for a reason,” he explained, pushing the sleeve of his hoodie up to reveal the blank space in the midst of swirling black ink and then he shrugged. “I wanted to be able to see any artwork dedicated to my kids,” he explained and you let a few tears slip down your cheeks. “You are so much more than the man I thought you were that day at Harrods,” you say with a watery smile, burying your face in his shoulder and Harry tightens his hold on your hips. “Am I finally your Italian leather and Saturday’s on the lake guy?” Harry teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw and you sighed. “You’re my guy, tattoos and piercings and all and I wouldn’t want you any other way,” you whispered against his smiling lips and Harry sealed your words with a kiss. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered, staring into eyes that had always held his future and with this house, you were starting it together.

Liam: “I look like a big fat blackberry,” you complained, turning to your left and then your right before you let out a loud, frustrated sigh. “I hate this… I hate you, that’s a lie but still,” you mumbled, staring down at the swollen stomach blocking your view of your feet. “I didn’t mean it, promise,” you assure the swell, running swollen fingers over the material of your black dress and sigh. “You’re kind of cool I guess, although I have no idea why people say pregnancy is such a beautiful thing. I’ve look like a big, hot mess the whole time and I think people are afraid I’m gonna topple over by the end of this nine months,” you explained to your unborn child, looking up in the mirror when you heard a chuckle from the doorway. “Talking to the gingerbread man again?” Liam questioned, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp white button down and you smiled at the sight of his tattoos on full display. “Well, I might have said I hated it but I was clearly talking to stretched out skin and not the gingerbread man so I wanted to clarify,” you explained with a smile, turning to lean your hip against the sink of your vanity and Liam grinned. His hands reached for your stomach, cradling the sides of your pregnancy before smoothing over the top with his fingers brushing the undersides of your covered breasts and he grinned. “I’m sure he understands how difficult it is for you to be carrying an award winning pumpkin around,” he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouting lips. “I look like a huge blackberry,” you complained, gazing up at Liam and from the look in his eyes you knew that was not how he’d describe you. In the seven months of your pregnancy, all Liam had done was praise you and shower you with love and gratitude at the rounding of your stomach. Pregnancy with Liam at your side wasn’t so bad, in the grand scheme of things. “You look lovely and pregnant and I’ve never loved you more,” Liam assured you, cradling your face with his hands before bending to press a loved kiss to your lips. “Why do you have to be so perfect?” You questioned aloud, leaning back and huffing as Liam lifted you to put you on the counter top. He shrugged before dropping to his knee and reaching for a swollen foot. “I hate it when you do that,” nodding to his fingers rubbing out the soreness in your feet while trying to resist the urge to kick him in the feet. “Being pregnant does not allow for your weird aversion to feet, not when they look like little fat chicken cutlets,” he teased, tugging on your foot when you tried to jerk it free but he settled for you kicking him in the chest. “Ew gross, touch them but don’t kiss them… you freak,” you mumbled out with a disgusted curl of your upper lip while Liam chuckled. “Come along mommy, time to go to Louis’s charity thing,” Liam said a few minutes later, helping you back to the memory foam bath mat before providing a steady shoulder for you to hold while slipping into your heels. “He better have good food, I’m starving,” you complained, keeping close to Liam as he lead you through the crowd towards the table Louis had reserved for him and his friends. “Come dance with me,” Liam said, helping you from your seat to lead you towards the crowded dance floor despite your protests and complaints about your feet hurting. “Just dance with your baby daddy,” Liam teased against your ear, holding your right hand against his heart while pressing a kiss to the swollen fingers of your left hand. “You’re more than my baby daddy and you know it,” you sigh against his neck, pressing a kiss to the ink swirling up beneath his ear. “Finally more than old leather and black coffee?” He teased with a chuckle and you pulled away to stare at him, eyes searching his and then Liam was quite. “Old leather reminds me of home,” you said simply, only loud enough for Liam’s ears only and he pulled you closer until your stomach prevented you from being closer. “I love you,” Liam whispered between the space between you and you smiled softly at him. “I love you, even with your black coffee,” you sighed, tipping your head back when Liam pressed his lips to yours gently. The kick against your stomach and against his let you both know you weren’t alone and in just a few months would be forever bound together through the love of a child.

Niall: You leaned back in your chair, glancing out at the people conversing before you. It had been a busy day, wedding days usually were Niall had said. Niall was making his way around the two long tables your wedding guests were seated at, making sure to speak with everyone and thank them for attending but he was mostly talking to the people he knew. He’d removed his grey suit jacket some time ago and left it on the back of his chair beside you, opting to undo the top button of his white button down and roll the sleeves up to beat the warm sun that had started to set. The tea lights above you had been plugged in not but a few minutes ago, lighting up the white lilies and silver vases lined up down the tables and reflecting off the crushed metallic colored table clothes. You drummed your fingers against the table as Niall made his way back towards you, the bright smile he’d had on since seeing you coming down the aisle still plastered across his face. “Wife,” Niall drawled out, bending down to press a kiss to lipstick he’d basically wiped off due to his constants kisses. There was a wedding picture somewhere on the photographer’s camera of you swiping your thumb over his lips to remove the pink stain and Niall had gazed at you with more love than you thought possible of one person. “Husband, is everyone having a good time?” You questioned, leaning into him as a light breeze rustled the trees above and Niall nodded. “You know, I’m glad we did this your way. Otherwise, it’d just be in some pub somewhere and everyone would be too drunk to dance or get home,” Niall said, almost too seriously and you searched the side of his face trying to decide if he actually was serious. “Seriously,” Niall answered for you, turning to press another kiss to your lips and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. He lifted your left hand off his forearm towards his lips, pressing a kiss to the peach champagne sapphire circle diamond ring with matching encrusted wedding band and you sighed as your fingers fanned out across his cheek before leaning into his lips for your own kiss. “Let’s dance,” Niall suggested, standing to offer you his hand and you smiled. “They haven’t announced that it’s time for our first dance,” you reminded him but he shrugged, collar of his button down pulling slightly with the movement to reveal the black ink against his chest. “Who gives a fuck, it’s our wedding,” he deadpanned, eyes challenging you to break tradition and you took a moment to admire him beneath the lights. His blonde hair was mussed from its earlier quiff, strands sticking up and disheveled but he’d never looked more handsome. “Alright,” you finally agreed softly, sliding your fingertips into his palm before he pulls you to stand at his side. Liam had noticed the two of you making your ways towards the dance floor and he jumped from his seat to rush towards the DJ booth. With just a few clicks he was ready to play your wedding song but with a glance from Niall, Liam put the microphone down but instead watched the two of you. The chords to “The Lonely Hour” began to play, Sam Smith’s melodic voice washing over the crowd as Niall spun you into his arms and held you close. He didn’t care if anyone saw your first dance for in that moment it was just the two of you. The fingers of his right hand danced against the flower embroidered chiffon of your wedding gown, tapping against the low back of your gown before he spun you away from him to gaze at the material of the bottom of your gown swish against your legs. The whole gown was virgin white, embroidered with handmade flower buds at the fitted bust of your gown before the flower bloomed into full flowers on the vine flowing down the full chiffon skirt of your gown. The light reflected against the crystals dusting your gown and Niall was enchanted at the vision of you spinning into his arms, hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of your neck. The excitement of the day had caused a few strands to come loose and hang around your face and to Niall, you’d never looked more at peace. “Not so arrogant anymore,” you mumbled against his cheek and Niall pulled away to stare at your with a questioned tilt of his head. “When I saw you at the grocery store that day, I told you you were arrogance and motor oil and that was why we’d never work out,” you explained, holding tight when he went to spin you again. “I was wrong, so wrong,” you whispered softly, tears filling your eyes at the completeness of your heart in that moment. “You were always perfect for me, I needed you even then but I just didn’t know it,” you assured him, rising up on the balls of your nude heals to press your lips to his. “Love, we were always going to end up together. I knew you were it from that first moment. I might have royally fucked it up there for a minute but even then… I knew this was our future, that one day you’d be dressed in white and you’d have gotten me in some god awful suit for this but I always knew,” Niall assured you, the scent of the expensive white wine you’d ordered for the day laced with the mint of his toothpaste as his breath fanned across your face with his words. “You’d have made it to me one day, you were designed for me,” Niall recited against your ear and you smiled as the song ended, tears streaking down your cheeks at the realization of the wide expanse of his love. The sound of clapping faded out around you as Niall dipped you in his arms, fingers tight against your hips as he pressed his lips to yours. “I love you,” he whispered once he’d swung you back upright and into his arms and you chuckled at his words. “Can’t you tell Niall, I’ve always loved you even when I didn’t,” you assured, squeezing his fingers as he led you back towards your table and he kissed your wedding rings again, the silver of his own wedding band glinting under the light. ​

Louis: “Last match of the season,” he says, nudging you with his hip. You smile up at him, as he looks out onto the pitch as the players run past the two of you after warm-ups. “Are you ready for it?” You question, keeping your gaze still on him. He looks down at you and smiles. “I’ll be right back, love. I want to have a word with the guys,” he explains, stepping away from his position on the sideline to disappear into the tunnel. “Old Trafford!!” You hear coming across the loud speakers as two large screens unfold on either side of the stadium. You look up to see your boyfriend projected on the screen on both sides of you and a smile forms across you face. “Alright ladies and lads, before we get this final match of the season going, I just wanted let you in on some things,” he begins, as he shows himself in the center of the pitch. Your eyes fix on him as he continues. “As you all are aware of I’m sure, I have been here for several years and my love for this club is indescribable. You all have changed my life and for that I am forever grateful. However, there is only one person here that has had the ultimate influence on my life and I would like to tell you about this person.“ He pauses, looking directly at you before continuing, "I met this person here, well actually over there,” he tells the attentive crowd as he points over to the section where the two of you had first met. “You see I like to sit in the stands sometimes with the fans during the matches as you know and on this particular day I can say for sure that I made the life changing decision to sit in the stands.” Your eyes begin to water up as he continues. “I will admit that I’m not the most approachable guy,” he says, addressing the ink covering his body. “And this person made me very much aware of that on this first encounter.” You can’t help but chuckle as you remember turning down any hope of a conversation at your first meeting in the stands of this place that now seemed like a second home. “In fact they actually got up and left,” he reveals, allowing the crowd to laugh at your actions before continuing. “But after that I knew without a doubt we were meant to be together. You should have seen their face when I showed up at the football shop they worked at. Thanks Alexis for that,” he says pointing off behind you causing you to turn around to see your best friend who had been sitting with you the first day you met Louis. She comes over with a smile and wraps her arms around you as Louis begins again. “I will admit I was in there every day trying to get them to go out with me, and I failed many times, but eventually they agreed.” He pauses as he makes his way over to you, your friend removing her arms and stepping aside so he can approach only you. He stops less than a foot from you and as he kneels down in front of you, in front of everyone, he begins the most important part of his speech. “So now we’re here, on this last day of the season, and you just asked me a few moments ago if I was ready, and love, let me tell you, I’m ready. I’m ready to continue spending my life with the one person I know I’m meant to be with. I’m ready for you to continue blessing my life every morning when I wake up and you’re beside me. I ready to make this my life, forever. So (Y/F/N) will you make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world by allowing me to be your husband? Will you marry me?” You stare at him in shock, not expecting anything like this to come out of him, especially in this setting. Marriage was never an option. You close your eyes to try and clear your vision but opening them only reminds you of the tears you were still shedding. These silent moments of yours feel like days for Louis. He continues to look up at you with a smile, and you cannot help but smile back. Your head begins to nod as you manage to get a “Yes” through all of your emotions. The crowd, teams, coaches, and staff begin to cheer with elated happiness as Louis leaps up from his knee, latching his arms around your waist, spinning you around with excitement. His lips press emotional kisses to yours as he lets you back down to the ground. “I know we never really talked about getting married,” he starts as he places the 18 carat diamond on our finger, “but I just can’t go any longer without you having my last name. I need you more than you will ever know and I hope this showed you in the very least how special you are to me. I wanted everyone to know how much you mean to me.” You wipe the tears from your eyes as your arms wrap around his neck. “You are my everything,” you begin, your words only reaching his ear, “thank you so much for being so stubborn.” “I was never going to give up on you, or us,” he reminds you before pulling back and reaching to his back pocket. You step back to wipe your eyes once more as he hands you two glossed pieces of paper. You look down, laugh, and smile. He had handed you two tickets to the night’s match in the same seats the two of you had been sitting in on that first day. “I had to,” he says with a smile, taking your hand as he waves to the crowed before escorting you to the tunnel to go take your seats for the match.

Zayn: You say goodbye to your roommate and Sophie for the final time, hugging them both tightly before leaving the house you had all shared for the last two years. You knew Sophie was in good hands and that she would be joining you soon enough. The taxi, sitting outside, held Zayn and his final bit of luggage in the back. He gets out as you approach to help with your bags as you take your seat in the taxi. “I’m going to need coffee once we get to the airport,” you tell Zayn once he’s back in the taxi beside you. “Noted,” he counters with a laugh. He hands you his passport, knowing you were the more responsible one, as the taxi heads off to the airport. “How long is this flight again?” He asks for probably the fourth time in the last few days. “About seven,” you answer, laying your head on his shoulder. “You’re not nervous about this are you?” You inquire, hoping it wasn’t the case. “No,” he responds assuring you that your question was not necessary. The two of you were heading to New York, permanently. You knew Zayn’s art career would do wonders in the States even though the move was not his idea. The demand for his work was falling in the UK and it showed in his attitude. You caught on rather quickly and knew a major change needed to happen in his life and your relationship. You had suggested moving to New York a few months ago and he had been a little concerned at the beginning. “What about your job?” He had asked almost immediately after your suggestion. “Sarah and I have already discussed it and she said I could easily work from a home office,” you had told him to ease his concern. The cab slowly pulls up to the drop off lane and the two of you exit, getting your bags from the back and entering the airport. After checking in, handing the man at the kiosk both passports, you find your coffee and Zayn finds a place at the terminal gate for the two of you to sit. “Would you ever imagine that you and I would be in this place right now?” You ask him, handing him the breakfast sandwich you had gotten him at the coffee shop. “The airport, or moving?” He questions cheekily. You smile at him and chuckle at his response. “I wouldn’t do it with any other person,” he remarks, before taking a bite of his breakfast. Taking a sip of your coffee you settle in next to him to wait out the next hour before your plane takes off. “At this time we would like to invite the Sky Team members and those traveling in business class to now make your way to the gate, please had you ticket and passport in hand,” the woman at the gate desk announces an hour later. “That’s us,” you say, getting up from your seat and pulling your carry-on over your shoulder. “No it isn’t,” Zayn remarks, not getting up from his seat. “You haven’t even looked at the tickets,” you say, waving them in front of his face, “get up, let’s go.” “Business class, aren’t we fancy,” he mocks as he pulls his carry-on from under his seat. Your boss Sarah had been the one to provide the first class seating for your move to the States, she was so sure that the two of you would love the city that she insisted on being a part of your travels in some way, and this generous gesture was what she had come up with. She had also been the driving force in getting the office together to pay for the shipment of your things as well as Zayn’s to be shipped over a few weeks prior to the apartment you had already rented. As you settle in beside him in the bed-like seats provided by the airline you catch him starring at you from across the divider. “What?” You inquire of his actions. “No,” he answers. “No, what?” You counter with slight confusion. “No, that’s the answer to your question. No, I never imagined you and I would ever be in this situation.” You smile at his response, sitting up to be able to see him better across the divider. “People like us aren’t meant to be together, yet we found a way. You found a way to accept me for who I am, even after I interrupted your walk every day…on purpose. I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes but you were always behind me when I needed you. I love you and I mean it when I say I would not want to do this with any other person.” You allow tears to form in your eyes and quickly wipe them away once they begin to fall. “I love you so much Zayn,” you tell him, shaking your head in disbelief at the honesty he had just presented you with. He reaches over the divider and presses a kiss to your forehead before the attendant comes around to provide you with the papers you will need to start the next chapter of your life together.  

10th Doctor:  We went the fashion route with him, and he basically ended up looking how he does on the show, only in a better fitting suit.  Purposefully kept his color scheme in line with what he wears on the show, and what colors I felt reminded me of the show.  His face was much closer in likeness in the sketch than when I did my colors over him.  Oh well, next time.

Carol Danvers:  She totally went Claire Underwood up in this piece, and I swear it wasn’t intentional.  Ok, it was mildly intentional.  I thought that chic hair cut she has would be a perfect reimagining of Carol’s mohawk, and then the face kind of subconsciously followed.  For awhile now I’ve been trying to break out of the mode of fashionizing all my females in dresses, gowns, and the like, and trying to do things a little more chic or creative.  Not every woman wants to wear dresses and heels and all that so it’s fun to play with different garments and shapes.  I love all the military touches in Marvel’s costumes so I played that up in her capelet a bit.

Nathan Drake:  This one was a lot of fun for me as it was a redesign request for Nathan Drake.  I haven’t played Uncharted but I know of it and I researched the design of the character.  He undeniably falls into the white/brunette/male videogame archetype that has plagued character design in recent years.  If I wanted to be really interesting I would have made him female as well.  I decided I didn’t want him to look like that “everyman” that game companies keep trying to achieve.  My Nathan is mixed race, ethnically ambiguous.  Dark olive skin, freckles, full lips and curly dark hair.  An “everyman” doesn’t have to look like every man to be an everyman.  There’s universality in specificity.

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I absolutely love that Robert looks innocent but is the total opposite! He's done bad things and slept around but tbh I love that 😂


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These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Oh my goodness gracious me. Chapter Fourteen, where did you even come from? The length of this chapter astounds me honestly, and it’s quite the roller coaster ride of different twists and turns. But I’m so excited about it, so happy to be at this point in the story.

A lot of things are established here, and it’s lovely if you ask me. I cannot be happier that I gave it an extra week, because I’m quite satisfied with how it turned out. And I hope you all are too! My apologies for keeping you all waiting, but I do hope you enjoy it.

In my usual style of long author notes, I’d like to thank each and every one of my readers for their constant support and interest. If you leave comments, reblog, or send me notes, it means the world to me, and gives me the inspiration to continue on. So truly, thank you.

Big thank you to my partner in crime catching-dandelions as usual, and also to joshifercakes and ohmyjoshiferr for being my cheerleaders this time around as well!

The previous chapter can be found here [x]

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There’s a warmth circulating through my veins, a familiar heat alleviating my body as I lean against it, and an odd blaze burning within my throat. But out of these numerous flame-esque sensations surging through my body, they are not the reason for my awakening.

To my utmost surprise, the baby is sitting low on my bladder. Again.

She seems to have a nasty habit of doing so while we’re flying, which of course, happens to be the one of the main times I don’t want to waste energy getting up and relieving myself. But between her weight and her nearly constant movements, she almost always leaves me no choice.

Tonight however, I find myself fighting particularly hard against rising out of my seat.

As my eyes flicker slowly into view and my surroundings come into focus, I realize that I’m still snuggled up closely to my rock. Sometime during the flight, we put the arm rest up that originally separated our seats, maximizing snuggling space for the both of us. I had dozed off leaning against him, and that’s just how I find myself now.

My head is still cuddled up against his shoulder, and our hands are still touching on their resting place, splayed across my somewhat rounded stomach. Somehow the blanket thrown messily across us managed to stay in place as well; we look practically untouched since we drifted off to meet each other in our dreams.

I blink a few times, and try to clear my slightly blurry vision, ridding my eyes of sleep. The plane is absolutely dark, sans a few lights illuminating the aisle and passengers behind us. I’m not sure what time it is, or where on our voyage we happen to be. I just know that it’s sometime way early in the morning, and we likely have hours to go.

With that in mind, my gaze droops, sleep beckoning my name and urging me to rest before the hectic schedule that lies ahead. I try and push the idea of getting up to the back of my head, not wanting to wake Josh or push drowsiness completely from my system.

Peanut however, must have different ideas.

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