Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles
thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the
fact it’s the job and nothing more.
It’s hard because
Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to
arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes
meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.
Derek’s team have
been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe
and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early
on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed
them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another
hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it
wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.
Stiles is across the
restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for
more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s
sitting across from.
still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.
His fucking fiancé.
How did that
Yuuri still had
trouble believing that it was all real. That Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, the same one Yuuri
had nursed a crush on since, like, forever,
was currently wearing a golden ring on his finger. A ring that Yuuri himself
had put there with slightly trembling fingers.
How did he even
get the guts to do that?
thinking too much again,” Victor, the same Victor, his fiancé Victor complained, pressing his mouth softly against
Yuuri’s as if he was trying to pull him back into the mood, but Yuuri was too–
sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very
It made Victor
grin, a little crooked smile that looked simply stunning on his face. Victor’s
cheeks were delicately flushed and his eyes sparkled warmly with love and
delight. How did Yuuri get so lucky? He remembered everything that happened
during the last year, but even now, sitting in Victor’s lap, with Victor’s
thumbs rubbing slow circles into his hipbones, Yuuri felt a little like
Was it close to
midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the
hands of the clock meet?
love,” Victor murmured, kissing the corner of Yuuri’s mouth again and
Yuuri couldn’t help the way it twitched into a smile under his lips.
“What’s so distracting about me now?”
Yuuri choked on
his laugh a bit. “How about everything? Ever? Have you met me,
as well, pulling Yuuri into himself until Yuuri was almost lying on top of his
chest. Victor’s nose gently touched Yuuri’s, their foreheads leaned together, a
tender caress that melted Yuuri’s heart and made his eyes suddenly grow hotter
when all the love and affection hit him hard.
I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”
“The banquet is taboo, we talked about this.”
Victor made a
face at him, like a kicked puppy, and Yuuri only had to take one look to reach
out and push Victor’s cheeks up into a smile with his fingers. They both
Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my
Yuuri shook his
head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”
let’s see,” Victor hummed, counting out. “There’s the banquet, okay,
okay, I’m not saying more! Then the China Cup, and Barcelona. Oh,
Barcelona!” He sighed, his mouth a happy, heart-mouth smile that made
Yuuri blush. “That proposal was spectacular. And then you went and won
silver, talk about best nights, huh?”
something under his breath, but Victor only grinned at him and let it slide,
asking instead: “What about yours, Yuuri?”
He didn’t have
to think about it. He really didn’t.
twelve,” Yuuri said immediately, watching Victor’s eye lose the spark for
a moment when he realized it wasn’t about their relationship. Yuuri smirked a
little. “It was the night I watched the junior skating championship for
the first time. And there was this one skater that just took my breath
away.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the memory. “I couldn’t fall asleep at
all that night, my heart was beating so fast. So I googled that skater and
watched all of the videos available just to see him again.”
sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason
you took up skating?”
Yuuri agreed. “He’s my inspiration, my motivation, my guiding star, you
might say. And, hopefully soon, my husband, too.”
He grinned, even
though his cheeks were stinging red – it was embarrassing to say out loud.
reaction was worth it: the surprise on him looked stunning, and Yuuri would
never get over the rush in his veins at the heartbeat of pause in Victor’s
breathing before a high keen left his lips. It was no wonder Victor based his performances
around the emotion. It was quite addicting, Yuuri had to admit.
Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me
didn’t know,” Yuuri snorted into Victor’s neck, wrapping his arms around
his shoulders comfortably. “I know you found my stash of posters one day,
Mari told me.”
contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.
Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.
close like that for a long, comfortable moment, before Victor slowly pulled
back and tilted Yuuri’s chin to make their eyes meet. Blue against brown, both
meltingly warm and full of love.
spent so long chasing after me that it’s only fair that I chase after you for
the rest of our lives,” he said, but Yuuri shook his head at him with a
when you’ve already got me?” he asked.
And when Victor
leaned in to kiss him again, it was no less weird than before. But it was their
weird and in a weird, completely silly way that Yuuri couldn’t have explained
even if he tried, that made it just perfect.
So considering I’m pretty well bedridden today and probably tomorrow thanks to my foot, I might try to write a one shot or start a new fic, but I don’t know what it’ll involve yet. I’m considering this soulmate AU though. Maybe Namjin or Yoonmin? I don’t know yet
first meet au where person a is just innocently going to get a little snack from around the corner for example, getting an ice cream from the ice cream truck, but they walk past person b, who’s in the midst of cleaning a car, and person b turns around and hoses person a before going “oh. i thought you were someone else”
hey guys so lately i’ve been thinking of maybe hosting a kind of “spacelatinx week” for us to interact more with each other and create more latinx centric fanwork. i was thinking maybe during spring break/after the rogue one dvd comes out, so i wanted to know if anyone would be interested in something like this? i think it could be really fun if done properly so do let me know what you all think :)
Lance is a super good gymnast and while he was trying to hide how flexible he was it was hard. Like when people asked him to get something for him and they were far away he could pretty much bend in half to get to it. They’d look at him like “Σ(‘◉⌓◉’)” and he’d just shrug it off saying he just stretched.
But while fighting Lance is just so graceful and easygoing it’s not hard to tell he’s most likely a gymnast or dancer. He denies it at first since he was made fun of for being a gymnast before while being a man.
Slowly he becomes more and more comfortable and weird. Like Shiro will ask him to get something for him and Lance will just casually look like he’s breaking his body to get it because he didn’t wanna get up from his seat either. It’s weird and stuff like the really crazy yoga poses but super super cool to see up close.
Just give me a flexible Lance who could probably bend in half and do the really complicated yoga poses and do the the splits and freakin just Lance being flexible in general.
The rain brings a bit of magic:
droplets on shamrocks
rain beats like drum beats
upon leaves and pebbles.
for intruding upon this
perfectly sunny day.
Please accept this rainbow.
My tears were indistinguishable from the rain;
For that I am thankful.
Buried roots rejoice,
for this they had prayed.
Their thirst finally quenched,
their home goes from dust to mud,
and growth is welcomed.
The rain beats a lullaby
on the roof above your bed.
Go ahead and close your eyes;
Gray can be content,
gray can be a comfort,
when it is not constant.
Is it not wondrous to feel the drops
on our faces,
on our upturned palms?
To be bathed in that which brings life?
To be connected to all others
caught in this downpour;
For like the Lord in Heaven
from which it falls,
the rain is no respecter of persons.
Post catws, after failing to find Bucky for about 5 months, Steve comes home from the grocery store and checks his answer phone messages while he puts stuff away. The first one is Fury informing him of another mission the day after next, the second is drunk Tony demanding he comes to the party, and a few other random ones that Steve listens to, until the sixth message, which starts with a few seconds of silence, before rapid fire Russian, Steve knows its Bucky.
Ten minutes later, Steve is playing the message for Nat, who wears a serious expression at first before she starts laughing and looking up at Steve with an odd expression. Steve is getting increasingly frustrated and demands to hear it from the start, so he plays it again and listens to the angry Russian for a few seconds before Nat pauses it.
“Direct translation?” She asks and Steve nods. “‘You fucking meatball, what were you thinking covering a grenade with your body, like you are some unlimited resource, and can be spared. What the fuck were you thinking, I leave you alone for five minutes…’ do you want me to continue?”
Basically the two minute long message is Bucky angry ranting at Steve in Russian for all the dumb shit he remembers. “’I know you stole my shirt you asshole.’” Is the last thing Nat translates before the call abruptly ends. “What shirt?” Nat asks but Steve doesn’t say anything, instead he stands up to retrieve the aforementioned shirt to show Nat, Bucky’s shirt that he stole before Bucky went to war, since it smelt like him….
“That little shit stole it back! He fucking stole it!” Steve yells as he walks out of his room, and Nat doubles over laughing.
Person A is bodyguard to the heir of the throne, Person B, and is tasked to take B on a trip to another country in order to marry another existing royal to make ties with their kingdom. Along the road trip, Person A begins to realize they have deep feelings for Person B. Whether or not the feelings are shared, rejected, or even mentioned to one another, is entirely up to the writer.
Character A is an anxious person, especially when someone they know is sick. Character B, their SO, comes down with a cold and character A fusses over them constantly, meanwhile ignoring their own needs, getting very little sleep and whatnot. Character B’s sickness is pretty much gone but Character A ends up getting sick and insists on taking care of character B still, despite it being obvious that Character A is sicker. Character B takes care of their stubborn SO, who is trying to take care of character B despite not being able to stand.
Ah yes, Jellal Fernandes, the author of Fiore’s most popular romance series who somehow can’t get his own love life together. Everyone reads it.
Even Natsu reads it.
Zeref has it imported to Alvarez. This novel is everyone’s guilty pleasure.