otp: i do believe in you



from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

from forth the fatal lions of these two foes,

a pair of star crossed lovers…

“Just let us do our job.”

“Yeah, this is your job. But him in there, that’s my life!”

I have no idea

Written by @breakdawn-avenue . I claim no responsibility for this but omg it’s prescious. 

“I can’t believe you dragged me into meeting the others,” Yuri snarled after leaving the bathroom, already changed into his pyjamas.

The very moment after coming home with Dennis, he disappeared in there for a whole hour, leaving his friend alone with his thoughts and questions. Dennis didn’t mind, though. He washed up the dishes they left in the sink before heading to the meeting with his counterparts and Sora, checked his mails and watched TV to catch up some news. Just little things that brought back a bit of normality. Things he learned way back in Heartland and Maiami City while not working. He’d love to teach Yuri some of them but it was a difficult task since all Yuri knew was the Academia life with training and working. No slacking allowed, never. The younger male needs to be occupied with something. Something useful. In his eyes. Meeting his counterparts and Sora didn’t count. But Dennis had a feeling that Yuya and his red eyes had a say in it so Yuri, while grumbling and rarely saying anything at all, went along. Somehow, much to his pleasant surprise.

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-How do you know if a guy likes you?

-Does he get that look in his eye when he’s with you?


BIBLIOCLUB CHALLENGE: a song you can relate to an otp

                                               ↳ kestrel x arin + blue by troye sivan

only seeing myself / when i’m looking up at you

“How can the inconsequence of your life not shame you?

I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow

“How do you not feel empty?”

I do, she thought. I do.

I want you / I’ll color me blue / anything it takes to make you stay

1. Swing Set

so, a little while ago, andavs asked me to make her a Not Quite Normal OTP challenge and because, she’s awesome, she said she would actually do the challenge. And then I decided to do it as well because fair’s fair!

BUT, then we decided that we should do an Attempted Mind Meld Challenge. Basically, this means both of us are doing the challenge (don’t worry, I’m writing not drawing) and then posting our work on the same day and seeing how well they line up. We haven’t talked about them at all before posting so really, this is probably going to be a complete disaster. 

Regardless, here’s #1: On a Swing Set

(Post Season 3B, Sterek, Angst to Fluff, 2k)


Stiles never looks up at the sky anymore.

Derek watches for it, waiting, a part of him wondering when exactly he pinned down that small quirk that belonged to Stiles and Stiles alone. He can’t really remember when he first noticed it- maybe his subconscious had noted it right away, when he spent their first few interactions in cars with Stiles while the younger boy looked towards the heavens for help. Or maybe it was later than that, when he spent large portions of his time threatening Stiles into helping him and Stiles’ cocky eye rolls had come hand in hand with his computer skills. Probably it wasn’t until the long summer that Stiles spent at his loft, researching through Scott’s shifts at Deaton’s, staring at the ceiling as if that’s where he would find the answer.

Really, though, he doesn’t notice it until it’s gone. Until it’s after the Nogistune and after Allison and Stiles’ eyes stop flicking upwards.

Nowadays, Stiles moves like a person who is trying very hard to control every tick of his body, while pretending very hard that nothing’s changed. He meets people’s eyes when they speak to him and smiles when he’s supposed to and flails his hands when he is telling a story (though he’s half a beat behind the words instead of two beats ahead). It isn’t a particularly good imitation of his former self but it fools most people – the acquaintances, and teachers, and even Lydias of the world.

His dad isn’t fooled. Neither is Scott. Neither is Derek.

And by all accounts, Derek should be fooled. Because he and Stiles, they aren’t… they aren’t anything. Maybe they were once enemies, maybe they were once unwilling partners, maybe at one point they grew a mutual respect and understanding but…

But it had all faded into some weird gray area. Before… before everything, they had reached an area where it was okay for their eyes to cling to each other, as long as they were in the middle of an argument. An area where they were allowed to touch as long as it conveyed frustration rather than comfort. An area where they could save each other again and again as long as they never mentioned it.

And now… well, now all Derek can think about is the fact that Stiles never looks up anymore and how much that bothers him.

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