this one turned out well though

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I love you’ - 59: “Wow.”

Another prompt from @queseraone (I love these)!

Again, huge thanks to@justkillingtimewhileiwait  for her beta’ing help :)

Thank you to everyone who is reading too, and all of the feedback! <3 Please let me know what you think again - I seriously love reading all your thoughts. It truly makes my day. 

If you have any prompts off this list you’d like me to write, just message me! (That list is also a master post for all the prompts I’ve so far :))


“…and then in a few weeks’ times, the Hawks are gonna lift the Cup with all three of us right there watching. Maybe I’ll feel generous and invite your Uncle Will too,” Jay explained to his son in the one-sided conversation they were currently having whilst carefully trying to get his little feet into the equally little shoes whilst he was distracted by his talking. “I’m going to make sure you have all the best stories to tell when you grow up.”

The seven-month-old sat obediently on the couch dressed in a tiny Blackhawks shirt with ‘Halstead’ printed on the back, jeans and the cutest Hawks hat he had ever seen planted backwards on his head just like his daddy whilst Jay knelt in front of him to complete the task at hand. It didn’t help Sammy preferred to grab at his father’s hat or his own socks when possible, though with some diversion tactics of tickling or pressing kisses to his hands as Jay pried them away, he finally got him ready.

“There, all done!” Jay announced with extra enthusiasm, revelling in the way Sammy clapped and laughed back, dimples that were a mirror of his mother’s curving into his cheeks, and babbled what he swore was something that almost sounded like ‘Dada’. Sighing contently, he held the child securely by the waist and slid him forward on the couch. “God, you’re just too adorable. How did I get so lucky with you, baby boy?”

“Are you sure taking a seven-month-old to a hockey game is a good idea? It’s pretty cold in there,” Erin called out from their bedroom, repeating the worries she had been voicing for the past three days.

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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

After Magnus dies, Merle and Taako make a point of meeting and having a drink every now and then. They are long-lived creatures, both of them, and it’s easy to let years or even decades pass between times, but sooner or later one of them always seeks the other out. Usually it’s Taako, still the itinerant one after all these years, who turns up on Merle’s doorstep one day. He hams it up, maybe, and pretends like maybe Merle’s gone senile and forgotten him, or he just stands there with his lazy grin.

Merle is aging well, but he’s aging. It’s obvious in the lines of his face, the way he sits down a little stiffly now. Taako looks as young as ever, but if it’s because of his natural longevity or his glamors, Merle can never tell. They go out together, to Chesney’s Bar & Grill, usually, or some other bar when they’re elsewhere, though it’s getting rarer and rarer for Merle to travel. They sit together and shoot the shit; Taako drinks a Bloody Mary and complains about it, and Merle sips on the traditional Piña Colada of the beach dwarves, with an umbrella in it.

They always pick a table with three chairs, but pretend like it’s coincidence that they do; it’s a sentimental gesture so banal they’re both embarrassed to acknowledge it. But later, after a few drinks, when the conversation trails off, Taako lifts his glass and tilts it towards the empty chair and says with no trace of irony in his voice, “Well, cheers, big guy,” and Merle looks into his drink and says, “Yeah,” and he toasts the air as well.

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So this is love, so this is what makes life divine…

Writing Strong Emotions

@chemistreat asked: “How can one control and write the pure emotion of learning you aren’t who you think you are- in ethnicity, religion, race or otherwise? Something that makes a character rethink all of their traditions?”

When it comes to writing these moments of epiphany or emotional overload, it might feel like your writing in these scenes just can’t get to that level of emotion you hope to achieve. With some of these moments, the emotion might start to feel cheesy or just not enough, or it might be such a mess of different emotions, like anger, shock, disappointment, and betrayal that you don’t really know how to show it all. 

In either case, the big emotions are not easy, however there are a few techniques you can use to become better at putting them into words. 

1. Describe the setting after… This is one exercise that helps you write with emotion in a way that goes beyond what the protagonist may be able to directly express. Examples of this might include, describe a living room after an argument. Or describe a bride’s bedroom the morning before her wedding. These exercises force you to think of how emotion can shape the world of your novel beyond just the protagonist’s experiences. 

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Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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“Your name, Emma, means universe you know,” he said.

“Doesn’t that prove I’m right?”

felt like ages since I drew Emma and Jules

anonymous asked:

Hanahaki disease au's???

  • “This scar? It’s from when I had hanahaki disease and I needed to have flowers removed from my lungs. I’m okay, but it’s like, I’m terrified of developing any crushes now.” AU
  • Character A has been cycling through the hanahaki disease. They’ll be coughing up flowers for a few weeks, but fine the next. Character A is the type of person who picks up crushes and passes on pretty easily…but their one-sided crush on Character B is lasting an unusually long time.
  • While hanging out with their friends, Character C has to keep excusing themself to go to the bathroom and cough. Characters A and B figure that Character C is just having allergies, until Character A begins to find flower petals around Character C’s apartment.
  • “So I googled my symptoms and apparently coughing up flowers means that I have the hanahaki disease…but I don’t have an unrequited crush on anybody? At least, I don’t feel like I do?” AU
  • Character A is secretly in love with their best friend, Character B, but doesn’t want to admit it and has been hiding their symptoms of the hanahaki disease from everybody. One day though, Character A accidentally walks in on Character B as Character B coughs out a mouthful of petals. Turns out that Character B has been hiding their symptoms as well.
  • It’s known that Character B has hanahaki disease, but they don’t want to admit who they have a crush on and so their symptoms have just been getting worse over time. While hanging out with Character A one day, Character B suddenly doubles over coughing and unable to breath because of the amount of flowers in their lungs.
  • “I thought that I had a crush on you, but even after admitting my feelings and having you reciprocate them, the flowers in my lungs haven’t gone away.” AU
love letters ❥ peter parker

summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.

word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)

   Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was. 

   Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been. 

    While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.

    He wrote. 

    He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did. 

   Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her. 

   “Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?” 

    Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully. 

   “Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.” 

   Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.” 

    May smiled wistfully. “I do.” 

    “And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks. 


    That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger. 

   “Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up. 

   “Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.” 

    “Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.” 

    Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.  

    Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-” 

    “No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew. 

   Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow. 

    “Do I?” He was practically sweating. 

     “I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.” 

   She called me cute

   “Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?” 

   Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint

   You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly. 

    “Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.

   “You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”   

    “Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?” 

    “You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.” 

    “Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”

    “I’m not much of a writer.”


    So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny. 

   Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much. 

   “It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?” 

   “Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”  

   You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy. 

   “Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left. 

   Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room. 

   “I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him. 

   He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him. 

    “Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him. 

     He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting. 

    “That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right. 

    “Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting. 

   Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life. 

   You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes. 

   “I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected. 

   He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”

   He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s. 

    He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.” 

    Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.

If Lup turns out to be the Spooky Narrator though?

Consider:

  • Has a spooky voice (like a lich do).
  • Specifically has a spooky voice that sounds nothing like her normal voice, like lich!Barry.
  • Says a lot of dumb irreverant goofs and jokes and has a sense of humor similar to Lup’s, (Ex: “What will our boys find in Wonderland? Well, this arc’s called "The Suffering Game”, so… nothing great.“)
  • But also gets really, seriously earnest in these last couple of episodes.
  • Also seems to have a deep, personal understanding of just how painful it is to go through one apocalypse after another for a hundred years and really wants to communicate how it changes you.
The Boy’s Locker Room: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

heeeeyy everybody! feedback would be appreciated on this one, and if you’d like to be added to the taglist for upcoming fics, lemme know :)

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie have some fun in the locker rooms!

Warnings: this oneshot is NSFW and contains SMUT

Originally posted by ron-weasleys

(GIF not mine and I’m very aware this is a 13RW gif, but it fits with the fic, and I lowkey love Zach Dempsey)

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nurseydex accidently meeting in a coffeeshop a few years after they break up

’“Holy shit!”

Derek ducks down behind the partition of the coffee bar.

“Shit? Shit! Wait – why shit?” Ginny ducks down behind the partition with him, peeking carefully around from their spot on the floor to scan the seating area.

“Who we hiding from, D?”

And thank Bittle for having Ginny with him. She’s the only person he knows besides maybe Chris who would actually hide out with him.

“My ex.”

“Ooh, yeah. Which one?”

And bless sweet Gin’s heart. They’d met in grad school post-Epic-Heartbreak. She can’t know that there’s only ever been one ex to break Derek’s chill.

“The one from Samwell.”

“Oh well, yeah, that I figured. No way you’d go ducking around corners for August or Victor. I meant, which one is he?”

And, huh, maybe she did know.

“Is it the buff blonde? Nah - he’s too buff. And blonde. What about tall, dark and hipster with the skateboard? Mmm - nah, that’d be too much hipster in one relationship.”

“I’m not a hipster.”

“You keep telling yourself that, bud. But maybe it’s….ooooooh. Please, please, please tell me it’s the redhead giving mad arm porn right now!”

“Fuck.”

“Daaaaamn, Derek.”

And yeah, while Will’s always been beautiful, his post-grad glow-up was undeniable.

He’d grown his hair out up top and actually styled it into something soft and modern. He’d clearly still been working out if the arm porn was any indication. And sweet Bittle he’d apparently been spending real time out in the southern California sun because his freckles were popping.

“You let him go? Shit. Alright. So, what’s the game plan here? We gonna try sneaking past? Or - I could cause a commotion and you can run out. Or –”

“You could actually pick up your ‘venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip’ monstrosity and just come say hi.”

Will’s gorgeously freckled face peaks over the partition where he’s waving Derek’s order.

“Hi, Dexy.”

“I knew no one else actually ordered this thing.”

“Oh wow. He knows you, man.”

Did Derek say he loved Ginny?

“Dex, Ginny. Ginny, Dex.”

Derek watches as Will’s old guard goes up as he takes Ginny in. He gets it, she’s gorgeous: dark skin and darker hair, open smile, miles of leg visible even while they’re both crouched on the ground.

“Hi Dex, wow! This is incredibly awkward.” Ginny whirls as she gets up, trips a bit, as she tries to keep Dex in her line of sight. “So nice to meet you, though! Heard tons about you. Great things! Wonderful. I’m just gonna wait outside. Ok, bye!”

“She’s cute.”

And Derek can’t tell what that tone is trying to communicate, but he breathes deeply as he pushes himself to his feet. It may have been a few years, but he hasn’t completely forgotten how to do this.

“She is, and also in a pretty committed relationship with her library and law school, right now.”

“Oh.”

“Will, we’re just friends.”

Who knew watching him blush would still send butterflies dancing in Derek’s gut.

“That’s not actually my business anymore. You’re not my – Gah. Do-over.”

Do-overs had become an essential part of their relationship: a way to keep conversations from devolving into a circle of blunders.

“What brings you out to Cali, Derek?”

“Uh, just one last hurrah! I, uh, I’ve got some pretty big deadlines coming up this fall, and yeah, just wanted a chance to get away before things get intense.”

“Intense? You’re writing!”

“Yeah. Found a publisher and everything.”

“Of course you would.”

“Alright, Mr. Tech-Wunderkind.”

“I’m just a programmer, Derek.”

“For Google.”

“Yeah, well.” And he does that Country-Boy hand to his neck thing as the sun flashes through the window behind him, and Derek’s heart does something complicated in his chest.

“Well it was good seeing you, Dex. I should, uh, catch up with Ginny, though, so uh, yeah. Thanks for grabbing my drink.”

With one last wave, Derek turns and exits the shop without doing anything embarassing like knocking over someone’s drink or stumbling over someone’s backpack.

Ginny bounces on the balls of her feet when he comes out.

“Wow, so he was definitely hot. Was that ok? Was he cool?”

“He is. It was. He was.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Very chill.”

“But….?”

“Derek!” He turns and finds Will barrelling out the door behind  them.

“Dex?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What difference does it make what I –”

“I just – What’re the chances we just run into each other again. I don’t know. I just wanted to hear –”

“Will.”

Will looks like Derek feels. A little bit punch-drunk, a little bit hopeful.

“Come to dinner with me.”

“Oooh! Go to dinner with him!”

Ginny.

“It just seems like a good idea!” Her whisper-shout is equal parts adorable and unchill.

“Please?”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Woooot!”

“I’m just gonna go drop her off. Somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Alright, I’ll text you the location.”


Sitting across from Will again is just as intense as Derek remembers it.

Will’s intentional, direct, interested, challenging in a way that leaves Nursey both breathless and keyed up.

It’s like being at Samwell again and not at all. None of the impatience, much more understanding, and so much hope.

“What’re we doing, Will?”

Brown eyes twinkle at him mischievously. “Eating dinner, Derek.”

“Dex.”

Will’s chuckle is warm and low and utterly devoid of anything defensive. Derek loves it.

“What do you want us to be doing?”

“It didn’t work out last time.”

“Yeah, but we were scared. And idiots.”

“We kinda were.”

“Me especially.”

“Will, no.”

“Derek, yes. I couldn’t see how you could possibly want me, especially when I wasn’t even there to remind you that I’m your favorite idiot to argue with. It drove me crazy to think about you with someon–”

The benefit of eating at the bar is not having a pesky table to stop you from cutting off dumb, beautiful, redheads ridiculousness with a long overdue kiss.

“I just wanted you.”

“I just want you, if that’s still an option.”

Definitely, still an option.”

(Context: Our team of six people entered a foresty area, hoping to find something. There were sticks that we kept picking up, and one was nearly the size of a log that was inside of a tree. We took it out of it’s hole, which was pretty decently sized.)

Alkarus (me): “I want to stick my dick in there.”

Zannerios (OOC): “Uh me as well.”

Bulung (OOC): “ME TOO!”

DM: “All of you can roll to see if we’ll be able to.”

*All of us roll and we all are able. Our characters mush their dicks into the hole. They all fit.*

DM: “When you all take your dicks out of the tree, though, it turns out it was a Awakened Tree. It starts to attack you while your dicks are still out.”

Alkarus: “FUCK”

anonymous asked:

Dear Carl and Ted: Will we ever get to see what you look like? And if not, who do you two look most like from the show?

Carl the Animator: “As a matter of fact, guess what I just got commissioned.”

Ted the Animator: “…ohhhh?”

Carl the Animator: “Turns out, Colin’s sister Lydia is quite the artist, in addition to being a graphic designer. And English teacher. And international spy, prolly.” 

Ted the Animator: “And you commissioned her to draw us?”

Carl the Animator: “Yup, and check out these freakin’ amazing renditions.

Ted the Animator: “That… that’s bloody incre– wait, ‘Teddy Boy?!’

Carl the Animator: “I know, right? That should totally be your nickn–”

Ted the Animator: “No! No. No. No no no.”

Carl the Animator: “Fiiiiine.”

Ted the Animator: “…that said, though, dang I’m handsome. I look like I should be advertising watches in a 1950s magazine.”

Carl the Animator: “Uh-huh! And she drew my lab coat and everything.”

Ted the Animator: “Hey, wait, you have been wearing a lab coat today. What’s that all about?”

Carl the Animator: “Well, Lydia had – as it turns out– always pictured us as wearing lab coats like scientists. Despite our extreme non-scientific-ness.”

Ted the Animator: “…but you’ve been wearing one today.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah, because it’s freakin’ awesome and I’m totally wearing a lab coat from now on.”

Ted the Animator: “Are you seriously making a long-term fashion decision based off of a sleep-deprived sister picturing you weirdl–”

Carl the Animator:Yes. Definitely.”

Ted the Animator: “…never change, Carl. Never change.”

(Ps. You can follow Lydia’s adventures on Instagram, and even check out some bright and sassy designs via her Redbubble page!)

“Really, Peter, my daughter ?” - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary : Peter starts to date Tony Stark’s daughter and the Iron Man isn’t sure he’s liking it…Well, actually, he’s pretty sure he hates it. 

I wanted to write something else than Batfam or DC related for once sooooooo…Here’s a Peter Parker story yo. It has probably been written a thousand times, but after I watched “Spider-Man : Homecoming”, all I wanted to do was writing a story with Peter starting to date Tony’s daughter so…yeah. Here it is. Hope you’ll like it : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Peter didn’t really mean for this to happen. Far from it. Oh it would have avoided him a world of troubles if none of this ever happened. 

Nope, totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Besides, when he first met you, he had a massive crush on Liz and had eyes only for her. Oh he was head over heels for her. And, your first encounter wasn’t exactly…a smooth one. 

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Months earlier, when Peter helped your father against Captain America: 

It was very soon after the big fight between “Team Iron Man” and “Team Captain America” that you met him. Peter was waiting for  “Mr. Stark” in the Avengers’ watchtower, in one of the waiting lounge. 

An annoying elevator music was playing and Peter was awkwardly sitting in one of the ridiculously fancy chair of the lounge, waiting for…Someone. Anyone really. 

He had been waiting for hours. Did…did they forgot about him ? Nooooo, Mr. Stark would never do that to him. 

And when the door opened, Peter’s heart leapt at the thought of talking to his hero again and…A girl he only saw on TV appeared, hurriedly closing the door behind her. 

You. It was you. The famous (Y/N) Stark, only daughter of the even more famous Tony Stark, and therefor, sole heir to the Stark’s fortune.  

You didn’t even notice Peter at first, as he was sitting in the chair furthest to the door, and when you did, the face you made made him flinch. You seemed so unhappy to see him…

-Who the Hell are you ?

You ask without any other preamble. Peter stands up and clears his throat…and oh he wanted to slap himself when instead of telling you his name he said : 

-You’re…You’re (Y/N) Stark ! 

You roll your eyes at him and approach him slowly, giving him a suspicious look before saying : 

-Thank you, without you, I think I would have never known my own name. I’m so grateful right now…

The sarcasm in your voice was so strong Peter thought he could feel it squeezing his heart and self-confidence. It took him way too long before he finally answered : 

-Peee…Pee…Peter Parker. 

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No Strings (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,004

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by softsugamon

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On Writing Believable Romance

Anonymous asked: “Do you know how to make a fictional relationship realistic?”

I don’t know that there is one perfect answer to this. You can follow all the “rules” and still not pull it off. What I think is most important is that you believe that these characters are real people and you believe the bond they share is real.

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Beginning Thoughts of the Summer Anime Season 2017. . .

Summer Season of Anime is already among us, and I’m so glad it’s here.   With Spring being so incredibly weak, I find myself enjoying the fact that the Summer Season is already this good and it’s only the better.  Regardless, here are my thoughts on the beginning shows I’m watching.  Please keep in mind that these are based solely on the first episode or two, and are purely just my opinion.  So please, if yours differs, I’d love to here it.

Kakegurui:  Studio MAPPA

Hi, I’m one of the contenders for best show of Summer Season.  Gambling.  Finally something different.  There aren’t as many series about Gambling as there is with so many others, much less done in this high school setting.  Regardless, I love the art style of this series, especially when it gets to be those truly disturbing scenes.  I can say without a doubt that this is definitely going to be one of the highlights of this season.  

Hajimete no Gal:  Studio NAZ

Originally posted by kingdom-of-animes

Would you hate me if I said this is one of my favorites so far?  Yeah, I’m trash, and this is trash, but I don’t care.  It’s an ecchi series that isn’t making me hate everything around me so far, so I’m going to enjoy this while it lasts.   DO NOT WATCH THIS WITHOUT HEADPHONES.  

Koi to Uso: LIDENFILMS

This show is a perfect example of a series where the plot is good enough to save the series.  The art style is very generic, granted, it’s higher quality generic, but generic and bland nonetheless.  I would love this series so much more if it was done in more of a March Comes in Like a Lion, or even a Scum’s Wish Art Style, but unfortunately, that isn’t the case here.  However, I am loving the plot thus far.  Who honestly isn’t interested in this concept of Forbidden Love.  I honestly can’t wait to see where this series goes from here.  

Netsuzou TRap : Creators in Pack

Disappointed.  Nine Minute Series.  Nine Freaking Minutes.  Honestly, unless you live and breathe for Yuri, don’t waste your time.  I happen to really enjoy Yuri, so I’ll keep watching it for a little while.  The manga is a billion times better compared to this.  #StopMakingShittyAdaptations.  

Ballroom e Youkoso: Production I.G. 

Hi, I’m the other top runner for best series of the season.   I really love this series.  It’s amazing.  It’s unique, and I can honestly see this being almost as big as Yuri on Ice.  Check this shit out.   I mean you could also just check it out solely for the purpose of that unique I.G. Art Style; I mean, hello this has Haikyuu written all over it.   

Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni:  Production Reed

Originally posted by kami-monogatari

Dropped.  I’m sick of the “another-world-harem-series”  it’s getting old.  Granted, this is a slightly different “another world harem”  by having the main guy getting to keep his smartphone in this other world.  I know right?  God understands our first world struggles.  Also, this art style is bland.  But  who knows, maybe you’ll like it.  

Nana Maru San Batsu:  TMS Entertainment

Originally posted by ufotable

Annd this is going to be dropped.  Calling it now.  I hate the art style.  I also hate the main girl; in fact, I hate her so much I don’t even like her enough to learn her name.  I really liked the concept.  A Quiz Anime.  It’s completely different from everything else, the only thing that truly kills the series for me is the execution.  The execution is absolutely terrible. It had potential, and it’s just really sad to see it wasted.  

Dive!!:  Studio Zero-G

Honestly, this is probably going to get dropped.  As much as I hate to admit it, I find this show just underwhelming.  When I first heard about the show, I had high hopes that it was going to be something, maybe not as awesome as Free!, but at least as eye catching, or entertaining, or hell, even just partially lovable as Free!.  I find myself disappointed, both with how the show is turning out, as well as with how much I expected from it.  Honestly, unless you live and breathe for Sports Anime, don’t bother.  I would also like to point out that everywhere I’ve read about it does have Comedy tagged before Sports, yet I have not found a bit of it even relatively close to “comedy,” so there’s that as well… 

Hitorijime My Hero :  Encourage Films

Watching this.  Why?  Meh, I like BL.  In all honestly though, it’s turning out alright; it is a Shounen Ai, series, so regardless, I always go into them with no expectations, so for now, it’s just meh.  I’ll let you know more when it gets further along.  


Tsurezure Children:  Studio Gokumi

Originally posted by sajou-rihito

I’m actually really enjoying this one.  It’s a cute little time killer that’s pretty funny, and is all about kids with these love problems.  How cute.  The art style is very generic, and the plot isn’t exactly reverting, but it’s entertaining and that’s all that matters.  

Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e: Studio Lerche

I’m interested.  Very interested.  I went into it thinking that it was just going to be some Assassination Classroom wanna be by the same studio:  Class of Underachievers, given up on by this precious elite school.  I’m honestly glad that it, so far, isn’t turning into that at all.  I’m curious to see where it goes from here.  

Jigoku Shojo:  Studio Deen

Hell Girl!! *Crying*  I missed you so much.  You never realize just how much you miss a show until you get another season and it just makes you so happy.  This is me with Hell Girl.  Thank you.  I needed this.  I needed an excuse to binge the series again, (which I totally did) just to mentally prepare myself for this new season.  

Boku no Hero Academia:  Studio Bones

That second half art style change though!!! Still best show so far.  Best show of the season.  Best Show of Last Season.  Just Best. Show.   WHY ARE YOU NOT WATCHING THIS?!?!?!

So anyways, that is my first impressions of the series so far that I am watching.  Please keep in mind these are merely my thoughts, and I am not going to be watching everything this season.  If there’s something I’m not watching that you think I should be, please let me know.  Also, let me know what you’re thinking of this season so far!