this is how i feel so perfectly

Tom Holland drabble

Hey guys! Guess who’s not dead but will be very soon. me. FINALS are in two weeks and lafefipwefeufcajfweygigfgiyfgeifWG PRETTY MUCH DESCRIBES HOW I FEEL. But any way Tuesday’s my birthday MAY 30th!!!!! So here I am I’m gonna write a few drabbles.

anon requested

(Y/H/C) your hair color

(Y/H/T) your hair type

gifs not mine


Originally posted by spiderholland

Originally posted by neaarty

This was it This was it.You where finally gonna cut your hair. Your hair was almost like your security blanket. You loved the way you (Y/H/T) (Y/H/C) looked on you. They way it framed your face perfectly, but it was time to change it. Your boyfriend Tom had stepped out of the house with Haz for a couple of hours. This was your chance. Glancing on last time in the mirror you picked up the scissors. 

‘’Alrighy (Y/N) where gonna do this.’’ you said to your reflection. Picking up the scissors you grabbed the first piece of hair you wanted to cut.Letting of a shaky breath you snipped it of, squealing in the process. Feeling the adrenal as you gained confidence in your hair cutting skills, you began to cut your hair. You reached you desired length not to long after.

“(Y/N), love I’m home. Where are you’’ Tom yelled from the living room.

You happily bounced out of the bathroom to meet Tom in the living room. “Hey Tom’’ you said not being able to keep the smile of your face,

Toms faced morphed into shock “You cut your hair!’’ astonishment laced his voice. Tom had never seen you with any different style of hair, he didn’t know how to react, but he did know that he loved it.

‘’Do you like it?”

Tom walked over to your bringing you into a hug simultaneously playing with your new hair style, ‘’I love it, and i love you”

i hate it when i see a perfectly good and progressive post then some asshat adds some stupid guilt tripping bullshit

no friend i am not required to put anything on blog sincerely fuck you

i do not guilt trip my followers no matter how important i feel the post is

so if you add that bullshit to ur post there is a 5000% chance i will not be reblogging it

you can be progressive without being a hateful little manipulative shit

eternallovezeki  asked:

I'm gonna be super predictable and go for top five Zeki moments! :-P

Well hello dear <3 Okay I have so many precious zeki moments that I had to think long and hard to come up with a top 5. Some may be a little different than what people would think I would choose. But here it goes!! In no particular order

I think this scene below is just so heart wrenching. I can feel both Zero’s and Yuuki’s pain at the situation. It hurt my heart to see this :( -

This scene below means so much to me because in my opinion it is the beginning of Yuuki realizing just how much Zero means to her and being willing to do anything to save him. Yes she was selfish and at the same time, had she not been, Zero would have been perfectly fine with dying and would never have found his happiness. -

I chose this one below because it was the moment that Zero finally admitted his true feelings for Yuuki. It was at the time of their first parting and his pain and longing was palpable. Loved this entire scene. The montage of the memories of their childhood to their teen years together added to this scene. It was just perfect.-

This one below was a parallel scene to Zero admitting his true feelings. Here Yuuki finally admits hers and we get the same type of montage of their childhood and teen years together. It also takes place right before another parting that is quite sad. In both scenes they finally come to terms with what they truly feel and we have a kiss in both of the scenes. Perfect and lovely.-

And finally the last moment of my top 5 zeki moments would be the moment of their final parting. It had me crying buckets for days. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The way she is pressing her hand against his wound and the look in her eyes and how he tries to keep her calm. Hino in this scene outdid herself. It hit all the right buttons. It was such a sad scene and yet so full of love and happiness that it was perfect.-

So @eternallovezeki there are my top five zeki moments. I would love to see yours :) 

anonymous asked:

Your outfit's pretty cool looking, when and how did you design it?

“Thank you. I designed it shortly after I created my pocket dimension. I … just didn’t feel like my original clothing suited the vast austerity of my new home, so I designed something that would match. It’s actually made from recycled plant fibers blended with recycled plastic, I designed a 3-d printer to make the material, and I have another machine that weaves the fabric and shapes it into the clothing piece. It’s very soft, and it breathes perfectly, warm when it’s cold out, cooling when it’s hot. I’m actually very pleased with it.” He pauses. “The sash is all that remains of my old shirt. I keep it with me to remind me where I came from, and what I survived.”

MY DADDY IS THE FREAKING BESTEST, CUTEST AND MOST CARING AND LOVING EVER REBLOG IF YOU FEEL THE SAME

I just had to say that cause just this past week I’ve really really been shown how lucky I am to have him♥️ He cares and loves me so much and I hope I show him how much I do him. And I know others feel the same but daddy feels like he’s perfectly made for me and I him and just ahhh butterflies in my tummy

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

Keep reading

And maybe
the most terrible—
yet the bravest thing
I’ve ever done,
was to continue walking
no matter how slow
my feet move,
no matter
how many times
I took a rest
and sat on the ground—
to stand up
and travel
this tough road
of mine,
when all I ever wanted
was to come back
to that wonderful moment
when things
never seem
to be wrong,
when things never hurt
so much—
and when everything
seems perfectly fine.
—  ma.c.a // Long Way Home
3

— favourite One and Only lyrics (ft. Sehun)

Who the signs are to you:

ARIES:

  • Aries: the person you don’t really know well, but you’re always having a great time going out together 
  • Taurus: that weirdo at work you just can’t get along with without any apparent reason 
  • Gemini: that from-time-to-time sex partner 
  • Cancer: your little sister you always have to protect from everyone 
  • Leo: shopping buddy 
  • Virgo: that one bitchy, arrogant chick you couldn’t stand at the first sight
  • Libra: future wife/husband 
  • Scorpio: that one ex you’ll always feel attracted to, even though it will never work out 
  • Sagittarius: crush 
  • Capricorn: that weird nerdy neighbour that looks quite lovely but you never spoke a word to them 
  • Aquarius: that one person that gets everything you want so much
  • Pisces: just a random useless person

TAURUS 

  • Aries: an annoying guy at work who gets all the credits you deserve
  • Taurus: your first love you’ll never forget
  • Gemini: that two-faced bitch you’re a little jealous of
  • Cancer: that person you’re not really best friends with but to whom you can always turn when you feel down
  • Leo: that hot guy you secretly crave
  • Virgo: a childhood friend that helped you become who you are now
  • Libra: your boss
  • Scorpio: your boyfriend/girlfriend
  • Sagittarius: crazy, odd creep that entertains you when you’re sad
  • Capricorn: bff!
  • Aquarius: your loving grandmother
  • Pisces: that one pervert you know who always makes you laugh 

GEMINI 

  • Aries: a huge crush you can’t get over no matter what you do
  • Taurus: high school desk neighbour
  • Gemini: the person you laugh the most with
  • Cancer: your one & only real love
  • Leo: drinking buddy
  • Virgo: that one annoying person that always sees through you not buying your lies like others do
  • Libra: that girl intriguing all the time
  • Scorpio: that bitch with a few kilogrammes makeup on you just can’t stand
  • Sagittarius: best travel partner you’ll ever have
  • Capricorn: your older brother
  • Aquarius: the person you know has a crush on, but you can’t relate, even though you’re enjoying this fact
  • Pisces: the one who does all your homework 

CANCER

  • Aries: you wish you had their confidence
  • Taurus: childhood neighbour
  • Gemini: your job partner who does all the work
  • Cancer: your opposite gender best friend, the prove that girl & boy can be just friends
  • Leo: they’re so beautiful, I wish I had a little of their beauty
  • Virgo: that person that tries to make you believe in how amazing you are
  • Libra: that weird person who never talks but you somehow still hang out with them
  • Scorpio: that one person who talks so sarcastically that you can’t understand if they’re being serious or not
  • Sagittarius: that annoying bitch bullying you all the time
  • Capricorn: that one person you will always like even though it doesn’t work out between you
  • Aquarius: how can you be so arrogant?
  • Pisces: best friend 

LEO 

  • Aries: slaying together!
  • Taurus: that one friend you’re trying to make more social, ‘cause they’re actually pretty cool, but they just prefer to Netflix & chill at home
  • Gemini: that one sarcastic but charming guy you like, but they keep making fun of your attitude
  • Cancer: your spiritually obsessed uncle
  • Leo: your wingman who always steals your girls in the end
  • Virgo: that silent friend who gets crazy as hell when drunk
  • Libra: your personal clown, basically entertaining you through life
  • Scorpio: the only person that knows how to handle your ego, but you can’t trust them, ‘cause they have some kind of power over you
  • Sagittarius: cooking partner
  • Capricorn: your older, smarter sister, but you’re always beating her in being popular & hot
  • Aquarius: the only person you will fall in love with for real
  • Pisces: your boss who’s way too easy to manipulate

VIRGO 

  • Aries: that one guy who gets all the girls you like because they’re hot & charming, but you’re just a shy potato 
  • Taurus: an actual friend
  • Gemini: that one person you feel kind of alike with but you still just don’t like them 
  • Cancer: your boo
  • Leo: that girl you thought was your best friend but she has like 5 other best friends and so you feel somehow friendship wise heartbroken
  • Virgo: that fling you had on a holiday but it was so good you won’t ever forget them
  • Libra: I wish I was as creative & adorable as they are
  • Scorpio: your wife who’s gonna leave you in the end ‘cause she will realise how different you are after 10 years of marriage
  • Sagittarius: that hot girl you totally have a crush on but she’s out of your league, ‘cause well, you’re still a potato
  • Capricorn: the only friend who actually knows how to deal with your weirdnesses and phobias
  • Aquarius: your psychologist 
  • Pisces: a girl you get perfectly along with, but can’t really understand why, because you’re so different

LIBRA

  • Aries: partner in crime
  • Taurus: your beauty idol you always try to copy
  • Gemini: only you can understand both of their faces
  • Cancer: that lovely person having so much bad luck that you always feel sorry for them
  • Leo: that flowers obsessed relative
  • Virgo: your neighbour 
  • Libra: that one boring person that always asks you to go out. You know it’s gonna be boring but can’t say no, 'cause they are actually really nice
  • Scorpio: that person you’re inhumanly attracted to 
  • Sagittarius: fiancé(e) that’s gonna leave you at the altar 
  • Capricorn: fiancé(e) that’s gonna marry you
  • Aquarius: long lost half sister who turns out to be really cool 
  • Pisces: the shoulder to cry on from time to time

SCORPIO 

  • Aries: a huge crush who doesn’t really like you back but you keep trying, even though you know it’s gonna hurt
  • Taurus: your favourite singer
  • Gemini: the best person to have late night conversations with
  • Cancer: a lovely family member you will always support
  • Leo: that bitch needing attention all the time but you’re too busy being self-absorbed
  • Virgo: the sign that 90% of your crushes are
  • Libra: your best freaking sex partner ever 
  • Scorpio: childhood love that never really faded
  • Sagittarius: that one cheater boyfriend you somehow forgive over and over again 
  • Capricorn: your daughter you can act like best friends with
  • Aquarius: unexplainably undesirable person 
  • Pisces: best friend you never dare getting in a romantic relationship with because you know you’ll hurt them

SAGITTARIUS 

  • Aries: your modelling partner 
  • Taurus: that stubborn little shit always trying to ruin your life
  • Gemini: you don’t know it yet but they’re the love of your life 
  • Cancer: that person with an amazing taste in music so you can’t stop admiring it
  • Leo: drinking buddy
  • Virgo: your favourite actor  
  • Libra: your make up artist
  • Scorpio: your witch neighbour, you don’t believe she actually is one but she scares you anyway somehow
  • Sagittarius: best travel buddy 
  • Capricorn: that gloomy person, you never what they are actually thinking 
  • Aquarius: on/off relationship 
  • Pisces: that one person always trying to joke but has an awful sense of humour

CAPRICORN 

  • Aries: your female friend that is amazingly beautiful & kind but just doesn’t believe it and all you do is trying to build up a little confidence in her
  • Taurus: your gay best friend
  • Gemini: lovely & interesting person to spend time with without any real trust
  • Cancer: that one adorable human being you will always wonder about like: how can you be so lovely & innocent?
  • Leo: that one bitch always trying to ruin your life, making drama around you now and then
  • Virgo: that person you get along with perfectly, you understand each other without words, you absolutely love them, but you’ll always stay friends because there’s a lack of physical attraction 
  • Libra: they want you.
  • Scorpio: a fling
  • Sagittarius: that person you like somehow but it never comes to a real relationship, they seem not to notice you the right way
  • Capricorn: YOUR ONE AND ONLY SOULMATE
  • Aquarius: that annoying relative always judging you
  • Pisces: that one fake ass ex you’ll never forgive yourself dating

AQUARIUS 

  • Aries: a friend that always manages to cheer you up
  • Taurus: that lovely person you always wanted to get to know, but you have no idea how to start a conversation
  • Gemini: just… bae
  • Cancer: head up, your crown is falling. Oh wait, which crown?
  • Leo: your most beautiful friend. she’s the only one allowed to be more beautiful than you are
  • Virgo: your long-lost child
  • Libra: that one friend that lives on the other side of the world but you stay friends no matter what
  • Scorpio: a person that life always puts as an interference to you, so you end up hating them
  • Sagittarius: that one relative you never meet ‘cause they’re always travelling
  • Capricorn: that one friend that seems completely heartless to you
  • Aquarius: a bitch you’re always competing with 
  • Pisces: you fell in love with their kindness

PISCES 

  • Aries: wait… who? 
  • Taurus: that one person who protects you in difficult situations every time
  • Gemini: they seem so lovely why can’t they stop bullying me?
  • Cancer: cry buddy
  • Leo: that person with a huge heart, it isn’t obvious at first sight but you can trust them with anything
  • Virgo: future husband you will finally feel secure with 
  • Libra: they are so beautiful you can’t help falling in love with them 
  • Scorpio: gossip girl friend 
  • Sagittarius: stupid high school buddy 
  • Capricorn: your long-term love that you can’t forget 
  • Aquarius: that married guy you can’t stop wanting
  • Pisces: bestie

things that continue to make me love namjoon from this interview

  • humble af
  • praising other members
  • cutest laugh ever
  • makes sure to include everyone as much as they can in the interview and makes sure they have a voice on each topic
  • had the topic of change for the collaboration with Wale because of the situations going on in the us and in korea
  • when speaking about his colab with Wale he brought up how much he wants the other members to do the same with other artists or dancers to showcase their amazing talents
  • always hyping up their group connection 
  • english has improved so much??? like how? he was already perfectly fluent boiii
  • thankful 
  • loves when people come up to them when they are recognized but also expressed that when they are alone, it’s because they want to be alone and to respect them
  • the actual sweetest bean
  • tries to divide songs evenly amongst who’s voice fits that part  best
  • moved by how american fans know the lyric
  • thankful for int and k fans translating things for each other so that everyone can understand everything and feel included
JUNGKOOK’S JAWLINE APPRECIATION POST  ;)

Let’s start off with how it looks when he’s debating on something.

When he stares at the ceiling and you can see how defined it looks and how it accentuates the beauty of his neck

How delicate it can look at times

THE PERFECTION  CAPTURED FROM THAT LOW ANGLE MAN. HOLY ASDGFHJK;

How his masculine  jaw contrast with his adorable face # can just jump off now

and how it’s perfectly showcased when he brings his sexy out in performances

HIS JAW COULD CUT YOUR FEELS IN HALF. DON’T EVEN ARGUE

BUT SOMETIMES IT MAKES HIM LOOK SO SOFT # LET ME HUG YOU PLSSS

IT ALSO CAPTURES HIS MEME PERFECTION AT A 100%

His manly yet soft edges that makes him look so ethereal

but then he frees the holy forehead and that jaw suddenly becomes your next sin

you just want to run your fingers gently on that good sharpness # don’t lie to yourselves

When his jaw suddenly has that cute/sexy boy next door vibe #tf am I saying now

How perfectly sculpted it looks when he sheds a tear

How mature it makes him look  when he makes those oh-so-not-fetusey-faces

When he literally flaunts the goods like : “ You wished you could touch me”

When he’s focused on work and that jaw screams at you : “I’m about to look sexy in a few seconds, just wait for it”

When he’s jealous and does that tongue thing ,and his jaw suddenly becomes sharper for no coherent reason #yeah fml

When he’s all skeptical about something and his jaw looks extra defined

how about when he frees the forehead and is focused on something too?! CAN I JUST DIE NOW.

Don’t smile at me ,you son of a fetus. YOU’RE ILLEGAL AND I DON’T DO ILLEGAL SHIT!

BY NOW , ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE  WISHING TO TOUCH THAT PERFECT JAW….#SUFFER WITH ME

REBLOG AND TELL ME WHICH BODY PART I SHOULD DO NEXT :)

Monday blues & reading “understanding a photograph” & here is a quote by matty healy which sums up my entire thoughts perfectly: “I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”

Writing Advice For The Rest Of Us

This post is my message to everyone else who also reads a lot of writing advice lists and feels frustrated and broken as a writer because so much of the near-universal advice doesn’t seem to work. 

1. Don’t write if you don’t feel like writing. Some writers thrive on forcing themselves to crank out words they hate. Uh, bully for them? Every time I try to write when I don’t feel like writing, I end up not only deleting all the crap I spew but also staying in a don’t-wanna-write mood for a lot longer than normal. If forcing the words doesn’t work for you, don’t do it. Give yourself time.

2. Editing before you start writing is fine. “Don’t do it!” they holler. “Make new words, don’t get stuck rewriting forever!” Fuck you, Hemingway reread every time he wrote and so can I. Even if you do wind up editing the whole time and not writing any new words, so what? Improving what you’ve got is perfectly worthwhile.

3. It’s okay to be a perfectionist. Sometimes it takes an hour to write a sentence. That is fine. Wordcount is not the end-all be-all of productivity; quality matters too. The “your first draft is just gonna be shitty, accept it” attitude doesn’t work for everyone.

4. Procrastination is good. Man, I seriously cannot tell you how much less stressful writing has become since I decided procrastination was a crucial part of my process and stopped feeling guilty about it. It gives you time to work through things subconsciously, and sometimes you get a whole lot of housework done in the process. Or a whole lot of Netflix-watching. Whatever. It’s okay. You’re okay.

5. Writing advice is a pile of bullshit. Yep, even this writing advice. The only writing advice you should really listen to is the stuff that comes from people who know you and your style and your flaws well. Everything else is a suggestion, and anyone who thinks their advice is a magical exception that applies to every writer is not worth your time.

You are not alone, and you are not broken, and you are not a bad writer just because your process is different from others. Hang in there.

anonymous asked:

Do Japanese people understand the meaning of soulmates? Because I saw some tweets and people were confused and even disappointed. Like wtf? Anyway can you please write your own understanding of being soulmates?

I’m probably not the most qualified to answer this, so maybe @fencer-x wouldn’t mind chiming in a bit? But from what I know and have seen it looks like the concept of soulmates in Japan isn’t that different from the West. I don’t really feel comfortable getting into how extensive the Japanese understanding of soulmate is.

For what it’s worth, I have seen zero negative response on my TL. So, I’m not sure where those people are coming from.

As for me, personally? I feel fandom, as a general whole, not just any specific fandom, has sort of taken the idea of soul mate and made it something concretely romantic. However, the concept is that of someone who perfectly completes you, is your other half, and while that often has a romantic end, it’s not in the definition. A soul mate can be a romantic partner, most often the concept is used romantically, but it can also be a best friend.

Have you ever heard the What’s A Soulmate? audio? That’s basically my perfect definition of a soulmate.

As for Kubo’s use of soulmate and it being related to the rings Yuuri and Victor exchanged, that’s a pretty heavy romantic implication. The ring exchange scene itself is already clearly romantic and to try and say it’s just friendly is pretty ignorant, imo, especially with the knowledge that there is no discrimination of love in the YOI world. To say, on top of that, that those rings are a symbol that Yuuri and Victor are soulmates? That’s the romantic concept. Flat out. They are two pieces of one whole, souls meant for each other, a perfect union.

The shadow of a figure danced across the floorboards, an outline of someone bent lazily against the door frame. A single golden lamp illuminated the room, and just that light was enough to make out a pair of glimmering blue eyes in the inky darkness. Your heart faltered, breath hitching in your throat-

“Kai?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

He melted out of the darkness, handsome as ever, familiar goofy grin plastered to his flushed lips. 

“Hi,” he breathed lightly.

And just like that, the crushing pain of loss you’d been drowning in for years was gone, and he was here in the flesh, and god, you loved him so damn much. Tears clawing at your eyes, your voice was lost as you bolted across the room, plummeting straight into his outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably into the soft fabric of his tee. You couldn’t believe it. That overpowering cologne was his, those firm arms locking around your waist were his, and that heartbeat strumming in his chest was his.

“Is it really you?” you wept in shock, fingers clawing into his back as you pressed tighter, wanting to know that this feeling was real.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand coming up to your head, the feeling of his cool rings gliding across your skin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You released him, bending up on your tip-toes to reach his perfectly sculpted face. You trailed your fingertips lightly over his features in awe, finger pads gliding across his jawline, stubble, and tracing around his lips. 

“Malachai?” you whispered again, still disbelieving. “How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”

His fingers crawled under your chin, raising your head so your eyes were forced to meet his brilliant blue ones.

“Because if you were,” his voice rumbled deeply, “you wouldn’t feel this.”

His eyes fluttered closed, full lips coming gently to lock with yours. His hands went slithering around your waist, lips conjoined like two puzzle pieces, the taste of his mouth intoxicating. His nose squished against yours as he dipped in deeper for the briefest of moments before drawing back.

“Believe me now?” he asked gently.

But you didn’t need to answer, for the tears streaming down your cheeks told the answer. Kai brushed off your tears before bringing his fingers to pull away your loose strands of hair affectionately back into place. You brought your forehead to his, arms swinging around his neck, the aching in your heart numbing with every second he held you.

“I promised you I’d go to hell and back for you,” he murmured.

“Tradition” is one of the big traits of Slytherin that I feel like gets misinterpreted. Like yes tradition can be family pride and following in your parent/mentor’s footsteps and knowing what each different fork at a fancy dinner is for, but it’s also inviting all the neighbours over for dinner in the backyard every summer, trekking out for your annual family camping or hunting trip, or how the first person up has to put the coffee on. Slytherin can be so much more than perfectly pressed kids with perfect eyeliner and a stick up their ass.

Ink my Skin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror.
Words Count: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: none.

Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta! xx

Originally posted by baylee004

As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.

You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.

Being with Steve wasn’t easy; sometimes he’d be a workaholic with his light obsession for the orders and rules, which affected your relationship because you couldn’t spend any day together like a normal couple without being interrupted. But, you knew that when you officially became a couple six months ago. When you had joined the team, Steve wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither were you, but being friends with him made you realize that maybe there was something important behind all these harmless conversations in the middle of the night and those loving glances you threw at each other when you were in the same room.

Little by little, you gave yourselves a chance and it worked. You really liked each other and even when no one had said the L word, you knew that Steve cared about you and he would give anything to stay with you. There was an obvious meaningful passion between you two, but you kept things slow as you were willing to build something serious together.

At this late hour of the afternoon, you knew Steve was still debriefing the mission with some of your teammates. He was probably checking his report before he’d join you in your room like you had asked him to. It was very common; he liked to finish everything just to be sure that he wouldn’t be interrupted when he’d be by your sides. You could confess that you liked this side of him and you understood because you’d do the same. It was your job after all.

“Y/N?” You heard the super soldier’s voice behind your door as he knocked softly. That was something you admired in his personality, even if your relationship had already become very intimate, he’d always give you some privacy.

“Come on in,” you chuckled and he closed the door behind him once he had gotten inside. “Hey.” You smiled and he kissed the top of your head tenderly.

“Hi.” Steve sat next to you and appreciated for a second the relaxing message your body gave. “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy… Tony wants to throw another party to celebrate the awaited end our last mission.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, I wasn’t either,” he laughed and you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your figure. He detailed everything from the way your legs shone with the sun and how adorable you looked with your tablet sitting on your lap as the only earbud you had removed went lying on your chest.

“You mind if I take a photo of you?” He asked and you blinked, unsure. “I want to draw you right now ‘cause I know that when you’re on Netflix, you can’t stay in position.”

“Go ahead.” You smiled and mentally noted how good it felt to finally see him peaceful, having some rest like everyone else. “Like this?” You shifted your weight a little and then moved your legs

“Uh… can you go back to that other position, please?” He looked at you with a hand on his chin and finally stood to take the camera Natasha had offered him. “It was the best angle with the light on your skin.”

"Sure.” You felt the butterflies flying in your stomach and you took back your previous position. “Is it okay now?”

“If you could move your head a bit more on your left.” He zoomed in and you did as you were told. “Yeah, just like that. Thank you, doll.”

After he had resolved some problems with the camera, he eventually held it in front of his eye and captured the smile he had learned to love dearly. As he looked down at the result of his work, he felt his heart beating faster when the same smile he missed when you weren’t around him was showed to him perfectly.

“Am I funny?” He asked, looking up at you through his ridiculously long eyelashes as he heard you giggle.

“I just realized how lucky I am to have you,” you cooed. He came closer to you and leaned to leave a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I fell for you first,” he whispered and you parted your lips to say something before he cut you off. “You know what? I think I have an idea. Wait a minute, I won’t be long!”

“But-” Your desire to protest found no relief as he rushed out of your bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, you tossed the tab on the bed and wondered what he had exactly in mind.

“Here.” Steve walked back inside the room and closed the door. “I’ve found it,” he exclaimed happily with his favorite black marker in hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sat on the chair beside your desk.

“Can I draw on your skin?”

“What?” You scanned his eyes, trying to find some humor inside. “I mean- I… I’m flattered, really, but usually, people draw on papers, you know.”

“I know,” he laughed nervously and shrugged nonchalantly. He would always do this when he was flustered. “Trust me on this one, you’re gonna like it.”

“Uh… all right, I was done with Netflix, anyway. Let’s do this!”

“Come and have a seat.” Steve put a stool in front of his chair and patted the wood. You got comfortable on the furniture as your back faced him and you waited for the next move.

“Take off your shirt, please.” He asked in your ear and you nipped your lower lip between your teeth. You slowly got rid of your favorite material and let it fall at your feet, exposing you in your sports bra.

“Where are you going to draw?”

“Here.” You turned your head to the side as he touched the part of your skin next to the shoulder blade.

Steve kissed your skin slowly, breathing in as if he wanted your scent to intoxicate him. You closed your eyes and a shaky breath slipped through your mouth as his finger roamed over your spine methodically. Your senses tingled your skin as you felt his warm lips trailing light kisses from your shoulder up to the back of your neck.

“Sorry, I wanted to do this first.” By the tone of his voice, you knew he wore this boyish grin on his face.

As a hand encircled your waist, your boyfriend began to move the pen on your skin with all his tenderness. The black marker moved as though it danced slowly on your body. You felt the cold ink giving you sweet chills, contrasting drastically with his smooth and warm hand touching up to your side. As if he knew what went through your mind, Steve leaned to blow some air on the ink and you arched your back unwillingly.

“Stop moving.”

“Your hand is tickling me,” you pointed out and he poked your hip. “Steve!”

“Stay still,” he chuckled and you pressed your lips together. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” He asked and you pretended to search your mind.

“I can’t seem to remember.”

“Well, you’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

Your boyfriend remained focused on drawing on your skin another long minute where he strategically altered between sweet nothings and careful caresses. He eventually put the marker down on the desk with a proud smile on his beautiful face and a new excitability.

"Finished!” Steve blew on the fresh ink to dry it and stood up. “You can see it.”

You stood from the stool with an excited beam and Steve took the mirror you always kept in your drawer. As he held it behind your back, showing your shoulder, your head moved over to discover his work.

You gasped silently and brought a hand to your mouth as you took the time to process everything. Steve looked into your eyes with hope each time you read the inscription written on your skin.

I love you… Perfectly written in decorative hand while a small drawing of Captain America’s shield gave this personalized meaning.

“Steve.” You were speechless for a short moment. You thought how ridiculously cute and unexpected from him it was, but you mainly couldn’t contain your feelings anymore.

“So…?” Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a light blush and you turned to face him. You took the mirror from his hands and tipped on your toes. You sealed a  passionate and meaningful kiss on his lips as nothing else mattered at this moment.

“I love you, too.”

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So, @thepsychicclam posted this, and then this happened:

Stiles listened to the latest musicians that Derek had brought to court to play for him with a wide smile and a thankfully small amount of hand movements. They were, as all the artists that Derek presented to him with startling frequency and fervor were, wonderfully talented, and playing a piece that had been commissioned just for him.

Sometimes, Stiles thought that his husband’s gifts and ever increasing support of Stiles’ interests might mean that his own feelings of deep abiding love may be returned by his king, but in his more reasonable moments he knew his love was unreturned. Derek had always been a generous and attentive man, even as a child he would allow Stiles to choose their activities and humor him in his frequent schemes. When Stiles proposed that they sneak into the castle kitchens to steal some of their favorite cakes, Derek rolled his eyes fondly (“They’re my kitchens, Stiles! And yours as well!” “Yes, but we aren’t meant to be in there now, silly!”) and acquiesced with enthusiasm as they tiptoed around the halls and into the pantry.

The head cook had found them covered in icing and failing to contain their laughter.

Thinking of it now brings a warm glow to Stiles’ chest even as it sets off a cascade of similarly joyful memories of growing up as Derek’s best friend. They were so close that Stiles had never considered that he would marry anyone else, though when he was old enough to understand that he was in fact Derek’s intended, the betrothal sent a panic through him. How could he ever think that a union with a man he loved so deeply, but could only look upon him as a dear friend, would bring him anything but heartache?

In the end, Stiles had decided that life without romantic love but with Derek by his side was far better than life away from the man who reigned in his heart.

Sitting now, beside his husband, ensconced in ornately carved thrones with soft velvet cushions, Derek’s arm resting close enough to his own that he can feel the warmth radiating from him, seeing his friends in court smiling and enjoying the music created just for him, Stiles knows he’s exactly where he wants to be. Even Boyd and Isaac, their usually stoic guards appeared to be enjoying themselves, though each man was regarding their kings with indecipherable looks.

Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to his husband only to find Derek looking back at him, a smile curving his lips in a way that still makes Stiles’ heart flutter. He can feel his own grin widen in response as Derek’s eyebrows raise in question. “Are you pleased, my dear husband?”

Stiles’ heart stutters then gallops at the thoughts that assail him, all the ways he’d like to please his king, the oft imagined looks of pleasure he’d like to paint upon Derek’s beloved face. He must get lost in thinking about how Derek’s skin would feel beneath his hands, because Derek’s brow furrows in concern. “Stiles? Is something the matter?”

“No, my king,” Stiles hurries to reassure, “I was simply trying to decide how best to tell you how perfectly lovely this evening has been thus far.”

Derek’s smile is so bright it puts the castle’s chandeliers to shame, and Stiles feels an elated pride bubble in his chest.

“I am exceedingly happy to hear you say so,” Derek says genuinely, the radiant smile still in place and the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly. The way Derek looks at him then, his entire regard focused on Stiles and the force of his honest joy makes Stiles forget that they are a couple bound by duty and friendly affection. It makes him believe for a moment that they share a love that will inspire artists for decades.

It emboldens him, and he places his hand over Derek’s, suppressing a shiver when Derek moves ever so slightly so that his thumb can run lightly over the outside of his pinkie. “I am exceedingly happy that you are exceedingly happy,” Stiles teases.

After another long moment simply getting lost in watching one another, a particularly evocative piece of the song draws Stiles’ attention and he turns to see how those gathered to dance interpret it. He can feel Derek still watching him, and it turns his smile small and private as he ducks his head briefly. Derek’s hand is still warm and real under his own, and as the evening stretches into night, it remains there, tapping the occasional rhythm against Stiles’ hand, their fingers eventually entwining.

Neither dares acknowledge it, but neither do they pull away. When it is time to applaud, the lost contact is nearly unbearable. When their hands automatically settle back together, Stiles feels like he’s soaring.

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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