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anonymous asked:

Hi! Firstly, I would like to thank you guys for your hardwork :) So, do you know any fics where kaisoo used to be close when they were kids but they grew apart as they got older coz of conflicts/misunderstanding/etc and then they reconciled? I hope you get what I meant. Thanks in advance!

Hello hello hello, sparkly Anon!!! Here are some fics where they used to be bffs but grew apart due to some sort of conflict~ All the fics have them get back together in the end tho, don’t you worry your little heart ♡

  • A Table For Two - CUZ WHAT BETTER WAY TO START THIS LIST THAN WITH ONE OF CURRYRAMYEON SENPAI’S FINEST??? Country boys!KaiSoo were hella good friends until Soo moves to the city and Jongin doesn’t want him to come back cuz he thinks Soo’s better off doing bigger and better things there.
  • Ain’t no fun -  KaiSoo has been besties since kindergarten but then they started to drift apart as they grow up, they’re ~forced~ to interact again when their mothers become friends.
  • Broken Heart Beats (How Long ‘Til We Call This Love) - Band!AU where after high school Jongin cuts all ties with Soo but then years later they meet again when Kyungsoo joins his band.
  • Change - KaiSoo used to be really close friends to a point where people think they were in a relationship but then Soo leaves their home town.
  • I’m Gonna Make You Love Me (I Love You) - Jongin’s been crushing on his bff Soo since they were kids but then they separated and when they meet again he finds out that Soo needs a kidney transplant to live (damn, this one’s the most dramatic one of all the recs I think).
  • i’m home (waiting for you) - Kids!KaiSoo were bffs in an orphanage and when Jongin gets adopted he tries to look for Soo, but when he found Soo in college Soo’s not the same person he once knew…
  • Mine - This one’s a lil on the creepy side where Jongin and Soo were bffs but then Jongin started becoming really possessive to a point where it traumatised Soo, and then craycray!Jongin leaves but reappears years later as a transfer student in Soo’s high school.
  • my whole universe (is you) - KaiSoo are childhood friends but as they get older Soo’s afraid he’s bringing Jongin down so they start to drift apart.
    Play of Destiny - KaiSoo has been bffs since they were born until Jongin decided to leave to pursue his dream as a dancer and Soo gets left behind.
  • say you’ll remember me - Prince!Jongin and maid!Soo used to be besties until Soo runs away.
  • where the stars shine brightest - Soo left his bff Jongin in high school but then they become roommates years later.
  • Why Now? - KaiSoo were #brosforlife in high school until Soo confessed his feelings to Jongin and got rejected, they meet again when they got into the same entertainment company and now it’s Jongin who’s interested in Soo but Soo’s still kinda bitter.

I hope these satisfy your request, my sweet Anonnie!!! Enjoy reading and give the writers some love too ehehehehe! Much love - Admin W ♡

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here’s a comic commission i drew for @gabapple​ and @mamodewberry​ based on a snippet from their fic: Never Look Away! please go read the fic when you can!!

thank you so much for trusting me with this comic, i’m super honored!! <33

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C-C-C-C’MON, C-C-C-C’MON, LET’S GO!

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shower me with your affection (or let me wilt)

YOI bigbang || written by @exile-wrath​/@plotmaster, art by me!

“Victor and Yuuri meet in a summer of earthquakes, shower duets, musical filming, and figuring out whether they should suspect each other to be a murderer or not.”

Read the fic on AO3! <3

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will i ever stop making fanart for this fic????????? 

more gifts for @adreamingsongbird!! just think of this as me stuffing love letters in your shoe locker like in the animes 

Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings 

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (side Liam Payne/Zayn Malik) 

Rating: Mature to Explicit 

Word Count: 110k 

Summary: 

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

The wonderful, beautiful edit is by @parseltonguekinq <3

/// COMPLETE ///

Chapter 1/// Chapter 2 ///  Chapter 3 /// Chapter 4 /// Chapter 5 /// Chapter 6  /// Chapter 7 /// Chapter 8 /// Chapter 9 /// Chapter 10 /// Chapter 11

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“Crap I look like a ghost.” 

“ Yeah, ya do… ‘specially with that lighting .”

Here’s something I thought I would never do, but ‘Coffee Cans and Energy Drinks’ has been a lovely fic, with such a great dynamic that how could I not?

zaynbootymalik blessed me with this fic about victor and yuuri taking their child to skate for the first time, and i had to quickly draw victor being a reckless father on ice with yuuri losing a year of his life every time victor does something ridiculous and dangerous with their child ;w;

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

One Fighter. One Sacrifice. One unit, one team, bound by a name written on their bodies. It’s a mark that distinguishes them from others, and to each other, for the purpose of engaging in magical combat. 

 The idea is a noose tied with red thread, but a name cannot be denied. It simply is, and simply will be. Against all alliances and all reason, there is no fighting a name— 

 —unless you don’t have one. 

 A Loveless AU. 

A commission for the lovely @maydei. A cover for their amazing fic, Fated! ♥

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“You can’t just sit out here in the rain, boy.”

Modern runaway AU   ✨  Chance encounters at coffee shops, Graves inviting Credence into the warmth of his home, possible dubious intentions? Who knows?
(Also feat. a lil Graves that Kai doodled that’s been along for the entire ride)
Art blog: questionartbox
[Commissions] [Ko-Fi]

bashfyl  asked:

*incoherent screaming* You opened prompts! Sterek: Not yet together sterek. The idea is a bath and Stiles how did you get that there?!? Thank you.

Taking Sterek Prompts | Filling Prompts Live

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“Are you going to get in?” Stiles asked, peeling out of his last shirt, his words a little slurry around the edges. “In a- a- a-” He paused, trying rather unsuccessfully to shake his hand free of his sleeve. He started laughing uncontrollably and collapsed to the floor to work on his shoes. “The water, are you?”

“No,” Derek groused, pointedly not looking when Stiles flopped onto his back and began to shimmy out of his soaked pants. Black slime coated almost every square inch of the floor. “This is your bath, not mine.”

“Mine,” Stiles echoed, now just lying on the floor in a puddle of black, his pale skin coated head to foot in the gunk. “This is not my house.”

“Yes,” Derek agreed, as patiently as he could, checking the water’s temperature before turning off the tap. It had to be extra hot to affect the stuff. “This is the clinic.”

Deaton had explained that even minimal contact with the ichorous substance gave a contact high. Stiles had been practically drenched in the stuff when they had killed it. Luckily it was not deadly or even toxic- which was the problem. Someone had been keeping the creature as a pet, drawing out the fluid and selling it, and it had escaped three days ago to wreak havoc.

Very, very unfortunately, Derek had drawn the short straw for ensuring Stiles got cleaned up and came down from the high safely. Isaac, Boyd, and Erica were taking care of disposal of the body while Scott and Allison swung by Allison’s house to return weapons and report to her father. Deaton had been kind enough - or perhaps had enough self preservation - to give Derek the key to the clinic so he could get Stiles washed up away from his father’s questions.

“Come on,” Derek said gently, slipping from the edge of the tub to crouch at Stiles’ side. It was, he reflected, a very good thing that werewolves were not susceptible to the substance’s effects. “You gotta get cleaned up.” The effects wouldn’t wear off until every drop of the ichor was gone.

Stiles lifted his head, looking all the way down his lean form. “Oh, no, no that’s too far,” he told Derek, head falling back with an audible clunk he was probably going to feel in a few hours. “Wow, this is the best floor ever. Do you think I could take it home with me?”

“No,” Derek said with a sigh. Looked like this was going to have to be the hard way. He shifted, kneeling beside Stiles, and grabbed at his wrists to haul him up.

Despite that they slipped and slid a bit, Derek managed to get a very naked Stiles upright and across the three feet to the tub. For a second Stiles stood very still, holding tightly onto the edge of it like he was going to resist going in. Then he tipped forward and faceplanted directly into the basin so quickly Derek had to scramble to keep him from drowning.

“Hoooooo!!!!” Stiles shouted the second his mouth was above the surface, water sluicing away the ichor clinging to his skin. “It’s hot, Derek! This is really hot, why is it so hot? Oh my god, I’m melting!” He started grabbing at the black liquid coming off his skin.

Closing his eyes, Derek counted to three. Then five. Then ten, for good measure, and when he opened them again, Stiles had fallen very, very still and was staring wide eyed into the middle distance. It was not exactly an improvement, but at least he’d stopped thrashing, slopping water and ichor all over the floor and flinging it onto the walls and- and was that- on the ceiling?

“Stiles, how did you- you know what, nevermind,” Derek grumbled, reaching for the spray nozzle.

This setup was supposed to be for cleaning dogs, but it would work just as well for ornery, tripping humans. He began to run the spray over Stiles’ hair, watching the black give way to brown. When the tub had filled completely, Derek pulled the plug and let it drain. Diluted like this with water, it wouldn’t hurt the general populace; at worst, they’d all have a really good day soon.

Stiles’ eyes slid closed, and he relaxed into the gentle touches Derek used to turn him this way and that, to get at the last of the ichor still clinging to strange places like inside of his ears and between his fingers and- well, at least Stiles was unlikely to remember any of this very well tomorrow.

By the time he had gotten the last of it, Stiles had turned to putty in his hands, making a soft, pleasant humming noise that might have been purring on a cat. Derek swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. He still needed to get Stiles someplace to wait out the high, and get this place cleaned up so no one else would be affected.

Difficult to think of anything beyond the way Stiles pressed himself into Derek’s touches. “Feels good,” Stiles murmured, unwilling or unable to keep his eyes open. “You should touch me more.”

“Tomorrow,” Derek mumbled back, prodding Stiles to his feet. The floor was still covered in ichor, so Derek just leaned over and scooped a completely unresisting Stiles into his arms. Immediately, Stiles looped his own arms around Derek’s neck and burrowed his nose against Derek’s shoulder. “If you still want me to touch you tomorrow, I will.”

“Okay,” Stiles agreed muzzily.

He wouldn’t remember. No one else had. Still…

He allowed himself a small smile, and a measure of hope. Stiles had never been one for following the rules, after all.

skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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Today, Home turns two years old ♥

(And I thought I’d wrap it up in three months… Whoops)! Thank you for your constant support, patience, and kudos (all 12,700 of them?)!! This project has really gotten me through some tough anxiety (and lupus, apparently) whilst introducing me to the wonderful, talented, empathetic, and creative sterek fandom. I’m honored to be friends with so many of you *hugs*

The final chapter is still in progress, as is book!Home! I’m eager to share both with you soon. ♥