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without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

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 lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles 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.

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carry on, darling, we were built to last

Kissing was still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.

His fiancé.

His fucking fiancé.

How did that even happen?

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?

“You’re 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–

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very distracting.”

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 Cinderella.

Was it close to midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the hands of the clock meet?

“I’m flattered, 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, Victor?”

Victor chuckled 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.

“Of course I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”

Yuuri groaned. “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 laughed.

“Fine,” Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my life.”

Yuuri shook his head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”

“Well, 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?”

Yuuri mumbled 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.

“I was 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.”

“Wow, that sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason you took up skating?”

“Mostly,” 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.

But Victor’s 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.

“Yuuri!” Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“Like you 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.”

Victor wasn’t contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.

“Oops,” Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.

They stayed 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.

“You’ve 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 tiny smile.

“Why chase, 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.

I can’t believe there are four yuri anime in 2k17…. Thank the yuri gods….

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.

  • Everyone is staying at Person C's house. Person A and B are being flirty and cute.
  • Person C (talking to A): so you can sleep with B
  • Person A: *smirks*
  • Person C (Backpedaling): I meant to share a bed
  • Person A and B: *continue to giggle*
  • Person C: No! Not in the office *pauses* Or in my room! Do it in your own room
  • Person A: I don't have a room here!
  • Person C: and by your room I mean outside
Six Ways of Looking at the Rain

The rain brings a bit of magic:
droplets on shamrocks
from petals,
rain beats like drum beats
upon leaves and pebbles.

My apologies,
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.

OTP Idea #712

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. 

Sickfic scenario

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.

some AUs to consider

“We ended up paired together as contestants on ‘Soul Mates’ the game show and we kind of hate each other but we both really want the $100,000”

“My friends convinced you and I to go on a double date but we just want to be friends and it turns out so do the other two… but now I’m falling for one of them and you’re falling for the other”

“We were best friends when we were three but you moved away and I forgot about you”

“Hello please let me in I left you a message at two in the morning and I was very drunk and please let me delete that”

“That field trip totally sucked and now the whole school bus is stuck in many miles of completely unmoving traffic. So… hi”

“I got mugged but you saved me with a can of pepper spray and some pretty impressive sweeping kicks… except you saved me with a CAN OF PEPPER SPRAY and my face feels like it’s on fire”

“It was really hot and I got heat stroke on the Tube and passed out in the station, thank god you’re a doctor”

“We’re stand partners in the orchestra and we’re constantly arguing or talking during rehearsal and the director hates us”


IwaOi Exchange 2017 (♥→o←♥)

Seyma ( @doumekism ) [Previous URL: mamurasm]

I hope you like this gift! I really had fun drawing the “a day from their childhood.”
[Please let me know if you’d like the high-res image!]

Thank you mods, for organising this wonderful event!



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.