#Year:816

[ruikamo]

Day 1 "Getting up in the morning" ~ OC: Stella Zarachos ~ Year: 816

It's October yayyy!! I have been worldbuilding just for myself for a while now and every autumn I get inspired to finally draw some characters. So I thought it would be fun to participate in OC-tober as much as I can this year. (We'll see how much time I have ^^') For that I wanna mix some prompt lists and I'll start with a prompt by @thepromptfoundry. I'm looking foward to the event! :) I am also still trying to figure out a quick style to color my sketches, so the illustrations will not be of very high quality ^^' But maybe I can come back to some of them at a later time and refine them?

Also, I want to share some kind of fun-fact with every drawing I post. For Stella here, it's that she is very devoted to her religion and will probably pray to the moons right after getting up. (PS: If you are interested, I collect everything about this world under the hashtag #Tales of Silvalien. :))

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4TO3 Sentate - SpringSummer2019

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Revenge Food

Word Count: 816 Summary:He shrugged. “Just saying. If it makes you feel better, I knew they were trash from the start.” You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch. “Then why didn’t you tell me?!” Pairing:Seungmin X reader

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You sat on the couch, arms crossed tightly over your chest, staring at the floor with a blank expression. The weight of betrayal sat heavy in your stomach, a sickening reminder of just how much trust you’d misplaced. Seungmin sat beside you, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through his phone like this wasn’t a monumental crisis.

After a long silence, he sighed. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. Betrayal never comes from an enemy.”

Your head snapped up to glare at him. “Wow. Thanks. That helps so much.”

He shrugged. “Just saying. If it makes you feel better, I knew they were trash from the start.”

You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch. “Then why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Oh, yeah, because that always works,” he deadpanned. “‘Hey, bestie, your favorite person is garbage, please stop trusting them.’ That would’ve gone over so well.”

You shot him a glare, but the corner of his lips twitched, betraying amusement. He nudged your arm with his elbow. “Come on. Let’s go get food or something. That way, instead of being sad, you can be sad and full.”

You sighed. “…Fine.”

Seungmin stood up, grabbing his keys. “See? I’m an excellent best friend.”

“You literally just told me I should’ve expected to be betrayed.”

“Yeah, but I’m also buying you food.” He smirked. “That makes up for it.”

“…Debatable.”

“Too late. No take-backs.”

And just like that, Seungmin managed to make you feel a little bit lighter. In his own weird, slightly emotionally-stunted way, he was comforting you.

Even if his version of comfort included zero actual emotional support.

Seungmin led the way out of your apartment, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as you trudged behind him. You were still upset—rightfully so—but the fact that he was actively trying (in his own questionable way) made it a little easier to breathe.

As you walked toward his car, he tilted his head toward you. “So, what are you in the mood for? Comfort food or revenge food?”

You frowned. “What’s the difference?”

“Comfort food is, like, ramen or ice cream. Something that makes you feel warm inside.” He unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “Revenge food is messy, greasy, and will make you sick later. Like an ungodly amount of fries. You eat it while plotting someone’s downfall.”

You snorted as you buckled in. “And which one do you think I need?”

Seungmin started the car, shooting you a sideways glance. “Oh, definitely revenge food. You look like you’re two seconds away from committing a crime.”

You groaned dramatically, throwing your head back. “Ugh. Why are you like this?”

“Because you’d be miserable if I were normal,” he replied smoothly. “Now, let’s go get the greasiest food imaginable so you can emotionally recover while slowly clogging your arteries.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips twitched. As much as you wanted to stay buried in your emotions, Seungmin wasn’t going to let you.

As you pulled up to the drive-thru of a fast-food place, he turned to you. “Alright. What’s your order of destruction?”

You scanned the menu, pretending to think. “Large fries, a burger, and a milkshake.”

He raised a brow. “Weak.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

He hummed. “If you’re gonna spiral, do it right. Two large fries. Add nuggets. And get a second milkshake in case you drop the first one out of dramatic frustration.”

You stared at him. “How are you so good at this?”

“I’ve known you for years. Plus, I am a professional at emotionally repressed coping mechanisms,” he said proudly before turning to the drive-thru speaker.

The order was placed, and soon enough, you were both sitting in the parking lot, tearing into the food like it held all the answers to your problems.

Seungmin grabbed a fry and waved it in the air. “Okay, now’s the part where you either vent or plot your revenge. Dealer’s choice.”

You chewed your burger, thinking. “I mean… I could start an elaborate social takedown.”

He nodded approvingly. “Classic.”

“Or I could just let karma do its thing.”

He made a face. “Boring, but mature. I hate it.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you think I should do?”

Seungmin took a long sip of his milkshake before answering. “I think you should eat these fries and remember that you don’t need fake people in your life. If someone’s willing to betray you, they’re not worth your energy.” He shot you a look. “And no, that’s not me being nice. It’s just facts.”

You blinked, a little surprised by the sincerity. “…That was actually solid advice.”

“Gross, right?” He shuddered. “Don’t expect it often.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Maybe Seungmin wasn’t the best at emotional support, but he was the best at being there. And in that moment, that was enough.

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cute abby new years fic pleaseee

“New Year, Same Feelings”

CONTENT: wc... 816 ✦ not proofread, fluff, new years special

The WLF base had its own way of celebrating. It wasn’t glamorous—just dimly lit hallways crammed with people, cheap beer passed from hand to hand, and music loud enough to drown out the war-torn world outside. Despite the chaos, there was a strange comfort in it. People laughed, cheered, and lived like tomorrow wasn’t a question mark.

You stood near the wall, nursing a drink and watching it all unfold. The party felt distant, even with the noise and movement pressing in on all sides. It wasn’t the kind of scene you usually gravitated toward, but Abby had insisted you come.

Speaking of Abby, she was impossible to miss. Center stage, as always, her laughter rose above the din, loud and infectious as she arm-wrestled one of the newer recruits. She won, of course, sending her opponent stumbling back with a playful shove before raising her arms in victory. People cheered, and she soaked it in, grinning like she owned the place.

But then her gaze flicked over to you.

You stiffened under her scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she handed off her beer to someone and started weaving through the crowd toward you. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from exertion but from the alcohol she’d been steadily consuming all night.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, plopping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. Her voice was warm, slightly slurred. “You’ve been over here all night. What’s up with that?”

“Just enjoying the view,” you said, raising your glass in a half-hearted toast.

Abby smirked, leaning back in her chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. “You mean the view of me kicking everyone’s ass? Go on, admit it. You’re impressed.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Not an answer,” she countered, her tone playful but her gaze intent.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that caught you off guard.

“Do you ever think about me?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter now.

You frowned, caught off guard. “What?”

“When I’m not around,” she clarified, still watching you. “Do you ever... I don’t know. Wonder what I’m doing? Or think about me at all?”

The question sent your thoughts spinning. “Abby, you’re drunk,” you said carefully.

“Doesn’t mean I’m lying,” she shot back, her brow furrowing. “Come on, just answer me. Do you?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t the kind of question you could brush off with a joke, and Abby, drunk or not, wasn’t the type to let it go.

“Yeah,” you admitted finally, your voice low. “I think about you.”

She blinked, like she hadn’t expected you to actually answer. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Good,” she murmured, her grin returning, softer this time. “Because I think about you all the damn time. And it’s driving me crazy.”

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t the Abby you were used to—the confident, steady presence who never let her guard down. This was raw, unfiltered Abby, her usual walls stripped away by the alcohol.

“Abby...”

“I’m serious,” she interrupted, sitting up straighter. “Do you have any idea what it’s like? Seeing you every day, trying to act normal when all I wanna do is—”

She stopped herself, running a hand through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Wait—”

“No, really,” she insisted, standing abruptly. “This was stupid. I’m just drunk and saying stupid things, so let’s just pretend—”

“Abby, stop.”

She froze, her wide eyes meeting yours. The noise around you seemed to fade as you stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

The countdown started in the background—ten seconds to midnight. Abby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the vulnerability in her gaze didn’t waver.

“You mean that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean it.”

The countdown reached its climax, and the room erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. People shouted, laughed, kissed—but all you could focus on was Abby.

She let out a shaky laugh, her breath misting in the cold air. “New year,” she said, a hint of her usual humor creeping into her tone. “Same feelings, huh?”

You smiled, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Something like that.”

Abby laughed again, this time more genuine, and before you could overthink it, you reached out, your hand brushing against hers.

“Let’s talk about this again tomorrow,” you said softly. “When you’re sober.”

She nodded, her fingers curling around yours. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For now, though, it was enough just to be here, together, standing at the edge of something new.

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Your Love For Her

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 816

Summary: You've loved her for years, but you never could find the right way to tell her until now.

Warnings: Smut, 18+ fic, thigh riding, fingering. fluffy smut (if that's even a thing) Lmk if i missed anything.

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You stumble forward, blindly trusting your hazy senses to lead the woman in your arms to be pressed between your body and the hallway wall. Your hands, as if with a mind of their own, trailing over every conceivable inch of her body. 

She doesn’t talk at first, too enamored with the feeling of your hands on her, the taste of your lips on hers and the look in your eyes every time you manage to pull yourself away long enough to take her in. 

You move your hand up her bare thigh, teasing her by trailing it just a little higher than the middle of her thigh. She says your name, coming out in a breathy whisper, a plea. “Y/n.”  You snap your eyes to hers, her green orbs desperate and drowning in arousal.

“You’re so pretty.” You whisper, inching forward to capture her lips again, slow and intentional. You need her to know she means something to you, that you feel for her more than words can say. You need her to feel it.

You swipe your tongue over her bottom lip and she grants you access immediately, eagerly deepening the kiss. Your tongue slides into her mouth, causing the brunette to moan, her knees buckling beneath her while hot arousal pools in your abdomen. 

God she makes the prettiest sounds. 

Your hand trails higher, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of her upper thigh, just a breath away from where she wants it. Your lips tug up at the corners as she slides her arms over your shoulders, a needy whine falling from her lips .

She pulls you in to straddle her thigh, wanting to feel even closer to you, needing to feel just how affected you are by her. She gasps, her lips hovering over yours, her voice soft as she mummers. “You're so wet.” 

You can only nod in response before leaning in to press your lips against hers again. Your hand moves, putting pressure between her legs and she gasps, never imagining such a simple touch could make her hold body light up. She’s so wet, arousal dripping into your hand before you've even really touched her.

Wanda moves her hips against you, grinding back and forth on the palm of your hand, keeping her mouth on yours as she whimpers at the feeling. Her arms lock behind your neck, keeping you in place against her as you slide two fingers inside of her. Her head slams back against the wall, a moan falling from her lips. You bring your mouth to her neck, leaving hot, open mouth kisses as you start to move against her thigh. Both of you moaning at the idea of getting off on each other, together, causing the heat in your stomachs to burn brighter. 

Wanda tenses the muscle between your legs, drawing a whine from your lips, it just feels so good. She tilts her head back to you, her eyes half hooded with pleasure as she takes in your disheveled form. “Wanda.” You say, your voice pleading for her to understand, but it's your eyes that tell her everything she needs to know, your love for her showing through them as clear as day. 

“Oh, baby.” She whispers in realization, leaning in to place a loving kiss on your lips. She understands now. You love her. You need her. She's your safe place, your home. 

The thought alone sets a wave of arousal shooting through her. The pleasure she’s feeling is too much, the drag of your fingers inside of her pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The feeling of you against her, inside her, the sounds you make, it's almost unbearable how good it all feels. 

“I’m going to cum.” She moans, the sound dragging you right up next to her at the edge. “Oh god, me too.” You moan, resting your forehead on hers as you both grind against each other, reaching your highs at the same time, both of you shaking and moaning, holding onto each other as if your survival and sanity depended upon it.

It takes you both a minute to come down from the high, breathing heavy and your body’s still entangled, the shared heat lulling you both into a sense of calm. She shifts her leg beneath you, pulling it away from your dripping core and making you whine, your arms coming up to wrap around her. You need her to say. “Wanda-”

“Shh, baby. I just want us to move somewhere more comfortable.” She says gently and you nod your head, a sigh of relief leaving you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, y/n.” She says more confidently not, reassuringly, moving herself to ensure you're looking her in the eye. “Not unless I have you with me.”

You smile and lean into her, filled with nothing but joy that you finally have each other.

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

[hl-obsessed]

fic rec: january-february | links to the original manip

💎✨ The Green Room by @jasthelarrie

(M, 112k) “For the last time, go away! This is fucking harassment, you know that? I’m well within my rights to call the cops.” Louis wished he could have hidden the tremor in his voice. He knew that it was thick with emotion. He was frustrated, angry, and beyond devastated.

“Uh…”

That was definitely not his ex's voice. Louis froze. Who had he just sworn at?

AKA

Louis has just been through a bad break-up and accidentally verbally assaults unsuspecting flower delivery man Harry.

scent holding me ransom by @the-larry-way

(E, 1,8k) Louis is obsessed with the scent of an omega he's never seen. Harry knows his dirty secret.

✨ all the sins you didn't have by @twopoppies

(E, 99k) It’s 1880, and premier danseur Harry Styles is running out of time. At twenty-five, he’s fast becoming too old for the lecherous benefactors who frequent The Paris Opera Ballet’s infamous backstage, and the only way to ensure he isn’t left penniless or rotting away in a brothel is to secure a permanent patron.

Enter Lord Louis Tomlinson: wealthy, young, handsome. And, unfortunately, a notorious rake. Harry strikes him and his gigantic ego off the list immediately… At least until they realize they have a common set of enemies and a common goal: revenge.

Though their ruse starts smoothly enough, the decadent freedom of Belle Époque Paris gives way to the rigid social rules of aristocratic Victorian London. Can a relationship that started as a calculated deception withstand the harsh realities of societal expectations and family duty to become a love more honest and profound than either has ever known?

✨ Things I Want, Things I Need by @canonlarry

(E, 14k) Most people don't find out whether they're an alpha, beta, or omega until somewhere around their eighteenth year, which means Louis finds out he's an omega long before his best friend and sometimes lover Harry will get a clue. Zayn is the loyal alpha friend who takes care of Louis during his heats. Liam is Zayn's beta mate, Niall tries to keep the peace, and Harry just wants to know what he is already.

✨ To find home (is wherever you are) by CrOminona

(E, 46k) Harry will wake up tomorrow and life will go on as always. They will go out with their friends, they will catch up and have fun. And then one day too soon Louis will pack his bag again, will find a flight to wherever he hasn’t seen yet and he will leave the city.

Harry will stay behind, waiting for the texts he barely receives sometimes, some of them sent at weird hours because of time zones. Days will become weeks, life will carry on in London with little to tell and a lot to do. And one day Harry will stop counting the hours that has passed since he last saw him and just expect Louis to appear whenever he pleases. Could be three weeks. Two months. One and a half. They never know, but Louis always comes back.

Go With It by embro

(NR, 4,4k) Prompt: "You thought I was someone else and started making out with me in a club and you're really hot so I just kinda went with it and now we're heading back to your place and I don't know how to break it to you"

don't let it break your (arm) by @the-larry-way

(G, 816) Louis seems to have forgotten his husband thanks to the wonders of anesthesia. Doesn't mean he's forgotten his attraction though.

Tattoos and Temptations by

(E, 67k) “Love,” he drawled, the word dripping with sinful allure, “I’ve got tattoos that are older than you,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper, his breath warm against Harry’s lips.

Harry tilted his head, a teasing smirk of his own tugging at his mouth despite the rapid beat of his heart. “What can I say, I like experienced men.”

Louis chuckled low in his throat, a sound that sent heat rushing through Harry’s veins. “Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding up Harry’s back to tangle in his curls. He tugged lightly, just enough to tip Harry’s head back and expose more of his neck.

“You’re the one winding me up.”

don't call me baby by @vintageumbroshirt

(G, 2k) A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

The Only One (when it's said and done) by @londonfoginacup

(T, 6,1k) Louis Tomlinson, alpha, twenty nine years old, is head of the Tomlinson pack.

He's unbonded, and happily so. A trip to the neighbouring Arthur pack certainly isn't going to change that.

Sweet Baby by @jishlerfics

(E, 5,3k) “Haz,” he said, “do you like being held down?”

Taking a shaky breath, Harry finally looked Louis in the eyes. “I think so.”

💎✨ And That Was That by @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 22k) “Okay. When Zayn and I were working on the set yesterday, Liam dropped by and mentioned he had a date. I asked Zayn about it, and he said that they’re ah - poly?”

Harry blinked.

“Oh yeah, I knew that. Li mentioned it when we were playing tennis once.” He ran his hand through Louis’ hair, smiling softly when he nuzzled into the touch. “Is that what’s making you act strange? Because it seems like something that works for them, and I —.”

“Zayn has feelings for me.” A deep breath, and then blue eyes locked on green. “He said he needs distance because he has to get over them.”

Harry hadn’t realised his hand had fallen from Louis’ face until his fingers were being tangled and gripped tightly.

Or, Zayn and Liam have been polyamorous for years, but Harry and Louis are monogamous. When Zayn meets Louis and starts to fall for him, it opens them all up for something they've never experienced before.

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(okay so i didn't read much and these are some amazing fics that i mostly barely remember reading 🙄 seems like i have to do reread of them all 🙈🙈🙈)

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all my fic recs

[we-were-beautiful]

Marry me

Xaden x Sorrengail!oc

WC: 816

Warnings: None just Fluff

A/N: Well I decided to take part in a small writing Challenge. I had fun writing this little blurb and while it has the potential to turn into its own series; I am going to show self restraint by not doing that. The prompt was "I can never say 'no to you" From Jana over at @creativepromptsforwriting

Also fair warning; I didn't send this to any of my betas. So we die like men at this point

Thank you to @skyfallscotland and @justallihere for putting together the Fourth Wing Birthday Bash

Last but not least tumbr is being dumb and won’t let me post from my laptop so apologies about the formatting

“We should get married” I comment wrapping my arms around my beloved’s shoulders, fingers gently tracing along the scars at the top of his shoulders. I look up into his gold flecked onyx eyes and smile widely at him. Was the flight field after lessons the best place to have this conversation, probably not, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been an interesting lesson with a storm about to roll in; the thunder off in the distance rolling. But now with the rest of the third years and Professor Kaori heading back to the citadel, I figured given Xaden a small heart attack would be fun.

Where I would expect to see shock and hesitance on his face I only see a fond smile as he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me into his chest.

“When do you want to get married and how do you want to tell your mother and sisters?” I hadn’t thought of that.

It would be pretty easy to tell Violet. If I could get her away from her squad it would be as simple as that. Mira I could just write a letter too. Shed be pissed at first; she had specifically told me to stay away from Xaden. That didn’t work out since we ended up in the same squad with mated dragons; but Mira could get over it. She’d be happy for me eventually.

My mother; however, I completely forgot about. General Sorrengail hadn’t been a fan of the relationship and she had made it known to me once the word had made it to her office. That had been the only time I had formally gotten called to her office to make her displeasure known; but its been three years. Xaden and I work well together and we have been in love with each other for awhile now. Not to mention we are kinda stuck with each other until one of us dies so at one point or another she’s just going to have to learn to live with it.

I feel Tairn’s amusement in the back of my mind. The old curmudgeon had been riding my ass this last week about acting like a love sick puppy around Xaden. Like his grumpy ass isn’t the exact same way around Sgaeyl.

‘I heard that’ the rumbling voice flows through my head.

‘You were supposed to.’ I felt Tairn’s snout push at my back sending me further into Xaden’ s grasp ‘Tairn!!!’ I can hear Sgaeyl chuckle in my head.

‘I think I shall go get some sheep’ I’m not sure if it is the mighty beat of our dragons wings or thunder, but as the two dragons fly off the heavens open up above us and cold rain begins to pour down. Xaden lets out a hearty laugh squeezing me tightly.

“When do you want to get married love.” He leans down to whisper in my ear repeating his earlier question.

“Want to grab Garrick, Bodhi, Liam and Vi and sneak down to Chantara.” I would do it; grab our family and secretly get married today if he agreed.

“How about we wait until graduation. We can get our family together, before we fly to our post, and have a small ceremony.” He pushes a soaked strand of hair away from my face. “Then it gives you time to let Mira know, so she can try and get leave” leave it to this perfect man to remember that I wanted Mira there when I got married. While Brennen had Mom and Violet had Dad it had been Mira and I against the world. I still had all of the letters we had wrote to each other while she was in the quadrant and then when I started second year. She had to be there on our special day; she would kill me if I ran off today and got married.

“Ok Graduation it is then.” He looks even more breathtaking in the rain as water droplets roll down his skin.

“Alright then lets go Mrs.Riorson.” He lets go of me and moves towards the hidden tunnel entrance.

“Wait.” I call grabbing his hand to stop him. “Kiss me?” Is it cheesy and straight out of the romance books that I brought into the quadrant, yes. But I had always wanted to be kissed in the rain.

“Have I ever been able to say ‘no’ to you.” He gently cradles my face in his hands tilting my face upwards; his lips crash into mine is a passionate kiss. It starts out innocent enough but my hands quickly find their way to his hair and one of his finds its way to my ass. When we break apart we are gasping for breath; Xaden rest his forehead against mine and hazel eyes meet onyx “Marry me?”

“Yes.” I laugh and pull him into another kiss.

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Mafia of the Aces MASTERPOST (I think?)

Hello hello! Happy New Years! We’re back with the Mafia AU I promised, with a slight change to everything!

Mafia members (the ones made by me atleast)

Main Boss

The Scapegoat (cover up for Main Boss)

Red’s Scapegoat (same role, different mafia)

Other Bosses of the Aces

The Joker (by @/rabid-mercenary16)

The Moshie 😼 (by @/moshieee)

Members who work under said bosses (or just other members in general who aren’t one of the bosses)

The Interrogator of the Spades (by @/ner5y)

The Informant (by @/glitchyk)

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[ruikamo]

Day 30 "Cooking up treats" ~ OC: Pamela Pumpkinson ~ Year: 816

Her hobbies include baking, cooking and gardening. All stuff her father taught her.

Today the prompt is by @thepromptfoundry

[avengerscompound]

Busy Fingers

Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton Word Count: 816 Rating/Warnings: Teen

Clint's fingers didn’t like to sit still.  It was hard to say what the exact cause of this was.  Maybe it was just that he used his hands so much anyway, in his work, when he spoke, when he was displaying affection. Perhaps it was that he just had undiagnosed ADHD, certainly, he would swing from nervous energy to none at all on the drop of a hat.

Whatever it was, his fingers kept moving to the point that he’d picked up some impressive little tricks of the hand.  He could roll a coin over his fingers smoothly and quickly so it looked like it was made of rubbed.  He was pretty decent at contact juggling.  And his sleight of hand was impressive to say the least.  There was one thing that he’d gotten really good at through a mixture of working in the circus and having a disproportionate amount of close female friends: Clint could braid hair like an expert. Not just a classic French braid either.  He could do fish tail, crown, milkmaid, halo, and rope braids, and while he’d had less experience and practice doing it, there had been a couple of his friends who had even taught him how to do things like cornrows and box braids.  It had turned out his busy fingers were a thing to take advantage of when his girlfriends wanted to sit and chat or watch a movie with him.

Where Clint had busy fingers, Bucky had a busy mind.  He was a quiet man, but his brain was always working.  And when everything went quiet, Bucky’s mind got mean.  It particularly liked making him revisit his time as the soldier.  He wasn’t sure which visions were the worst, the ones when he was being tortured, or when he was doing the torturing.

He’d discovered there was one foolproof way for him to switch his mind off, and that was when Clint was playing with his hair.  It had happened by accident one day.  Bucky was sitting on the floor playing Elden Ring, and Clint had moved behind him.  He had only half been listening when Clint had started talking about his day and plans to go out with Natasha on the weekend, when Clint’s fingers started to thread into his hair.  He hadn’t even been aware when his mind switched off.  Just that when Clint patted him on the shoulder, his character was standing in the middle of a field staring out at one of the giant trees, and his hair was in a Dutch braid.

After that, it became a little routine.  They’d get some pizza, put on a movie, and while Clint talked about whatever was on his mind, he’d braid Bucky’s hair.

Did Bucky feel ridiculous when the movie was done and he had a halo braid?  Maybe a little.  Mostly he just felt relaxed and so very in love.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone else ever saw him like that.  Just him and Clint, and he could be vulnerable in front of Clint.

In front of Clint.

Not in front of Kate Bishop, who had just entered the apartment without knocking.

The young archer had entered the room, already talking like she was mid-conversation with Clint.  Bucky was so deep in his meditative state that he couldn’t even absorb the words that she was saying.  It was something about Lucky and a shark?

When it clicked that he was sitting on the floor between Clint’s legs, the archer’s hands in his hair, braiding it in front of this twenty-year-old protegee of Clint’s, he froze like a deer in headlights.

At the exact same moment, Kate froze too, mouth open, and she pointed at Bucky.  “What the…?”

Clint’s fingers continued to move in Bucky’s hair like he hadn’t been caught doing something mortifying.  “You know I can take Lucky anytime, but I’m not so sure about Jeff.  You sure he’ll be okay without Gwen around?”

“Uhh…” Kate said, still staring directly into Bucky’s eyes.

“Katie Kate,” Clint said, clicking his fingers. “Focus.” 

“Oh, right,” she said.  “Yeah… Jeff’s fine.  Well, he can be a little chaotic, but he’s got a good heart.”

“Fine.  Yeah.  Friday?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” she said, her hand going to her pocket really slowly.

“See you then, Katie,” Clint said, and nodded to the door.

She didn’t move to leave, her hand just kept moving to her pocket.

“Bye, Katie,” Clint said.

Kate whipped her phone out of her pocket and quickly took a photo. “Yeah, bye!” she said and ran out of the door, slamming it behind her.

Bucky groaned, his hands going to his face.  “That’s going on the internet, isn’t it?”

Clint laughed.  “Sure, but don’t worry - this is some of my best work.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, too. His reputation might be ruined, but having a reputation of Clint loving him wasn’t terrible.

[thebatcave45]

I Missed You 

No warnings. Small Bruce Wayne drabble. No descriptions of reader. Fluff. WC 816 *could be any of the Bruce/Batman combos

**gif not mine**

You work closely with Bruce Wyane at his Wayne Enterprises office. He’s been gone for close to a month now instead of the two weeks he said he’d be. You had found excuses to text each other about work but it wasn’t enough. You didn’t feel it was your place to question if he was still actually on the work trip or not but you were getting antsy. Regardless, you missed him. Badly. You had started to notice the tiredness of his face and occasional bruise peeking out of his collar just before he left and it was worrying you. What was he up to at night?

 The morning he reappeared you were at an appointment but his secretary had texted you of his return. Almost slamming into multiple people, you had to practically yell at yourself to slow down and walk towards Wayne Tower at a normal pace. 

***

His back was turned to you as he greeted a man in a crisp gray suit into his office. Dang, you thought. Just the site of him however made you instantly calm down. Walking to your own office, you sat in your comfy desk chair and tried to keep busy by shuffling papers. Finally you leaned back and closed your eyes for several minutes until you heard a familiar ding on your computer and a little box popped up in the lower right corner. 

Come to my office when you have a moment.

 Please. 

-Bruce 

The please was because you had jokingly scolded him one day about needing to be polite, even on the company messenger system. He always added it now as an inside joke. You highly doubted he remembered to say it to anyone else, even as an afterthought. 

 You gathered a folder and some random papers you needed his approval on and made your way to his office. Leaning over his secretaries’ desk as you had done multiple times a day for the past few years now, you pushed the button that would buzz in his office letting him know someone wanted in. The familiar click of the electronic door unlocking signaled to you could head in without him even questioning who it was. Grateful to see his head was down as you walked towards him, it was ridiculous your face felt so flushed. 

“I’m guessing you have a pile of very boring crap waiting for me to sign.” He finally looks up from his desk and his smile starts to fade. 

In one fluid motion he stands and scoots his chair back. As he stood, you were still making your way towards his desk. As you started to slow down, reaching it, he was already around it and meeting you face to face.

"Actually, it’s very important crap that..” but by then he was already kissing you. Not hard and forceful, but almost with a sense of need. You slightly backed up, breaking it. 

“I’m so sorry” he quickly spilled out. Looking almost horrified with himself. 

“No, I just, uh, wait, what?” you started to giggle as you often did when you were nervous. He looked at you with sadness and worry that he had just misread the tension between you two for months now and acted in a completely unprofessional way, 

You watched it all flash before his eyes before quickly saying, “No no! Please don’t, I mean…Could you do that again?” Before he could think about it, he stepped forward and this time put his hand gently on either side of your face as he brought you in as he kissed you again. This time there was no doubt that it was needy. 

As you stood there for what could have been several minutes, you dropped the papers you were holding all over the floor. His arms moved to your waist and back as yours went to his neck and hair. He must have turned you from where you were because you could feel the front desk edge bump into your thighs. Almost sitting on it you heard a beep, shattering the moment. 

Without saying a word to each other, you bend down to the floor and start collecting the papers as he reaches over his desk to push the call button to his secretary's desk. “Give me just a minute. We are still discussing some business” he cooly says without sounding as flushed as he looks. “Very good Mr Wayne” you hear back. 

You are setting the papers down on Bruce’s desk as he makes his way to sit again. You don't make eye contact but he clears his throat. You turn to walk away and as you almost reach the door you quietly hear him. 

“I missed you” he says with almost a pleading tone. 

You turn your head back to look at him, softly smiling. “I missed you too” and walk out of his office.

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tiny side note. I've written on my main a few times but nothing huge. If you liked this, I understand why some things don't get rebloged but if you could comment what you liked possibly that would really help me improve my writing. Thanks for reading!!! 💕 💕💕

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 816: The buddy's back

Pag 1

1: The “buddies” are the smallest unit of “Sohoku supporting each other”!!

2: Will you run with me during this training camp?

3: Imaizumi!!

4: Then your eyes are blind

5: My eyes are blind!!

6: That's why I left the “Sohoku jersey” I got before home!!

Pag 2

2: The next time I'll wear that jersey It will be when I'll be a regular, the sixth man, and I'll run in the Inter High with you, Imaizumi!!

4: I won't give up

Pag 3

1: I felt discouraged so many times

2: yet I still got up again

3: But it was no use

4: so I thought this moment wouldn't come

6: Before the finish line....

Pag 4

1: The moment where I'd run behind you at the Inter High

Pag 5

1: before the finish line

2: This might just be my fantasy, but I thought I wanted

3: To push your back at the end and send you to the finish line

4: No no, it's alright, it's alright! It's just a fantasy!!

Pag 6

1: Imaizumi!!

2: Of course right now, just before the finish line we're going so fast it's hard just to try to keep up

I feel like my legs are about to come off!!

3: It's strange

Just the fact that you're running in front of me

4: I can keep pedaling...!!

I say “just a little more” to my legs, and move them!!

Pag 7

1: I don't even have the strength to lift my index finger... I have no strength left!!

2: When Naruko jumped ahead, and there was chaos, amidst those complicated movements

3: I pedaled in a daze, desperately, and I thought I was behind Hiroshima, but it was the wrong line

But Anyway, I had to hold on tight so I jumped behind someone else

4: Maybe it was instinctively... intuitively

But when I realized it

Pag 8

1: It was your back

This number bib....!!

2: Imaizumi!!

3: I'll say it loud and clear!! What I think!!

This

4: is Sugimoto Terufumi's lifetime's honor!!

Pag 9

2: How

This selected team guy!!

3: He should have fallen already

He should have fallen!!

4: At this speed!!

A guy of his level should have been cut off a long time ago already

5: And yet, how

How is his pressure rising this much!!

Pag 10

1: Before the finish line, in this tough situation!!

3: My senses gets sharper before the finish line, so I can feel it on my skin

4: You're here, aren't you

You're here

Pag 11

1: Right behind me!! Sugimoto Terufumi!!

2: No

Teru!!

3: That breathing

For three years and during training camp I got used to hearing it

4: Is it hard? It seems like you're having a hard time

But

5: If it's you, you can do it

Pag 12

1: You're the one who kept up with me during training camp!!

2: Sohoku number 1 got up and started dancing!!

3: His strength increased while climbing the bridge that goes over the harbor!!

Pag 13

1: The “selected team”....!!

3: I can't keep up!! It's really hard!!

4: Toji-san said we can't communicate during the race

5: So

6: I won't use words!!

Pag 14

1: Imaizumi.....

Really....

You're so mean, you really are

2: Even though you know I'm having such a hard time

3: You're unreasonable and tell me to follow you!!

Kuaaaaaa

Pag 15

1: Unreasonable!!

4: Ku-

5: Kuaaa

6: Kuaaaaaa

Pag 16

2: Again the selected team!? How!!

He's keeping up!!

3: You came!!

5: Good

Good, Sugimoto!!

Are you surprised, Hiroshima!?

Pag 17

1: This is Sugimoto Terufumi

2: (Uaaaaa, I lost)

Who failed more than most people

3: He felt regret over and over again

And yet, without giving up

4: he tried to seize a fine thread

(Digest.... digest....)

5: and clumsly kept moving forward

(I can do it in 15 minutes!!)

6: “How”, you ask. The answer is one

Pag 18

1: His hard work paid off!!

Pag 19

3: He kept up on this climb....

Was I wrong? This guy

4: He didn't get here by chance... he's here because of his strength!?

5: This selected team guy!!

Pag 20

1: Two people chasing are passing the 2500m left sign!!

Goo, Kanagawaa!!

So fast!

4: I see them, Jou-san!! Ahead!!

5: Let's switch

From now on, it's my turn!!

[dappledwithshadow]

Three Dancers Preparing for Class

Edgar Degas French after 1878

 On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 816

The seated dancer in this pastel was derived from a study dated December 1878 of the fifteen-year-old Melina Darde. That drawing and those which explored the poses of the two dancers in the foreground belonged to a stock of figure drawings that Degas used for his larger compositions. There is another variant of this pastel in a private collection.

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Sigh. I just don't even know anymore.

8x11 feels like it was a million years ago and I left that episode feeling super hopeful about a rooftop reunion. Maybe it's just all the leaks and spoilers and me not really liking having that much access to bts content, but I don't even know what show I'm watching anymore. All of that seems like it's put miles between that morning after scene and whatever is coming next. Makes me fell like I've forgotten Buck and Tommy were ever even a thing, let alone possibly following the RomCom tropes that would lead them to a happily ever after - or for now?? - situation.

Just needed to do some anxious ranting I guess.

Listen, Nonnie, I cannot blame you, because I've felt like this too (at times) these past few days. Feel free to rant about it, this is a safe space <3

It's insane to realise 811 wasn't even two weeks ago, but so many things have happened in this fandom that it feels like a lifetime. Or perhaps is that we were riding high in that wave and this is us coming back to the shore.

Either way, I don't think it's crazy to still feel hopeful, Nonnie. Factually, nothing tells us there is a lot of distance to be put between Buck and Tommy - if anything, we have a confirmation they have a rooftop scene coming up (either in 814 or 815), and the fact that they are making sure to include Tommy in such an important role in 816 is important to consider (he could've been in a back row and it would've made total sense). They made sure to include him with the 118, made sure that we are aware he's still an important character in the 911 Universe.

Idk. I don't know if reconciliation will be after the two parter, or at the end of the season, but I honestly don't think it's crazy to still think it can happen. Nothing has really told us otherwise, except our own fears and anxiety.

Take care, Nonnie, and feel free to rant here if you need it <3