#i have to stop staring at this or im going to make one billion edits befor posting

[upathosarts]

[awkwardtickleetoo]

hellloooo!!! a prompt for your 100 followers!!! congrats again!! very deserved! very very much!! i reread your fics so much they’re 😵‍💫🤌🏼

prompt 20: “This is not what we agreed on!” with ler dream lee george (cc or c, don’t mind at all). possibly george wants something, and dream promises to give george the something but only if dream is allowed to tickle george first. except then dream somehow cheats (traps his arms, makes him hold his arms out, goes longer than the time, etc..) and george says the line

feel free to take your time, im in absolutely no rush ❤️/p you can do it last or in 8 months and i will not mind at all /gen

okay so maybe I got a little carried away with this one. maybe. maybe it ended up the length of a full fic. you can't prove anything /lh

anyway I really liked this one!! inspiration struck I guess lmao. I hope you like it too!!

20. "This is not what we agreed on!"

lee!george, ler!dream, 1.3k words

enjoy!

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"Dream."

"No."

"Dream!"

"I already told you no, George! Like, 6 billion times!"

"But– but I asked nicely."

"No, you most certainly did not."

"I said please!"

"Yeah, once, and then you called me an idiot for saying no right after!"

"Yeah, but… Dream, come on. Just edit the video."

"Oh my god, George."

"You know you'll do better than me anyway! You like editing way more, and it'll get done faster, and I'll stop bothering you."

"Until the next time we record and we have this exact same conversation again as soon as it's time to edit, just like we are now, and just like we have the last 3 times we've recorded a video for your channel."

The conversation came to a stand still, as George wasn't entirely sure how to respond. He knew Dream was right– they did go through this exact chain of events almost every month. It had happened enough to know neither of them were actually annoyed– actually they almost enjoyed the playful bickering that was bound to come when it was time for George to edit a video. Dream was the one to break the silence. 

"I'll edit the video," He caved, looking over at where George was laying on his back on Dream's own bed. George's eyes widened, obviously not expecting to get his way that quickly, and he smiled.

"That's awes–"

"On one condition." Dream cut him off, and George rolled his eyes. 

"Depends on what you want." 

Dream stood up from his seat at his desk, checking the progress on the export of his own video that was set to come out at the end of the week, before walking over and standing next to the bed.

"Let me tickle you," Dream said casually, and George's eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"For as long as I want. Or as long as you can stand it, whichever comes first. Do that, and I'll edit the video, no complaints."

George stared up at Dream, dumbfounded, face getting warmer by the second at the idea of willingly letting Dream tickle him. His brain was practically begging him to agree simply because of how much he dreaded the idea of sitting down and trying to edit.

"I… but…" George stammered, lost for words. He swallowed, looking over at the wall to his left to avoid making eye contact anymore. "As long as you want?"

"As long as I want."

"But you'll stop if it gets too much, right? Or-or at least slow down." 

"Absolutely. It's no fun if you're miserable." Dream smiled warmly reaching out to poke at George's hip bone. "What's it gonna be, Georgie? You gonna let me tickle you silly or are you gonna go edit your own video?"

George whined, both at the ultimatum and the prodding, shifting to lay on his side and bury his head in one of Dream's pillows, pressing it tight to his face with his arms.

"Fine." 

"Hm?"

"Fine! I'll let you do it."

"Sorry, what? I can't quite hear you."

"Dream!" Dream laughed loudly at George's flustered exclamation, before tilting George to lay on his back again and jumping onto the bed to straddle his thighs. George groaned, covering his face with his hands once he was pulled from his pillow, but Dream grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms out to the sides. 

"Keep them here," he said, pushing on George's wrists slightly to signify what he meant before letting go. 

"No! That's not fair!" Against his words, George's arms immediately retreated back to his body, and he repeated the action of pulling them out and pinning them as George protested.

"I want you to keep your arms here."

"This is not what we agreed on!"

"Too bad! Now leave them." He pushed on George's arms slightly harder, and this time they stayed in place when he pulled back, despite how much he obviously wanted to move them.

"I can't do this the whole time, Dream," George explained nervously, hands instinctively grabbing onto the comforter below him.

"Why don't you just try? I won't be mad if you can't. But try your best."

George couldn't help but just sigh at the words, butterflies fluttering in his tummy as his brain processed what was about to happen. 

"This sucks," George complained, closing his eyes as he felt Dream rest his hands on the bed on either side of his torso.

"You'll be okay," Dream reassured, inching his hands closer until they touched George's ribs.

"You suck."

"Oh?" Dream raised his eyebrows, testing him, placing his hands on George's ribs and curling his fingers around. He tapped his fingertips on the bones under his grip, thumbs pressing lightly into the front, making his presence known. George's breath hitched, and he pressed his lips together and tensed in place. "Really? You wanna stick by that?"

"Y-yeah, I do–" George was cut off by a squeak as Dream's long fingers dug into his ribs once.

"You sure, Georgie?" Dream teased further, pressing his thumbs harder and rubbing circles into his ribs bones. George let his head tilt back into the pillow, nodding. "Alright. Your funeral."

With that, Dream pushed his hands up and wiggled his fingers into George's upper ribs, underneath his armpits. George's reaction was instantaneous, and his arms immediately clamped against his sides without a second thought, as he burst into loud, cackling laughter. Dream smiled, pulling his hands out to grab George's left arm in one hand, dragging his wrist out to its original outstretched position. and pinning it there with his own left hand. 

"I told you to keep your arms out," Dream explained, using his free hand to repeat the motion on George's now vulnerable underarm. George laughed even louder, nose scrunching up and eyes squeezing closed. His pinned arm pushed against Dream's hold as he shook his head wildly, meaning up his hair in the process and using his free hand to push at Dream's arm.

"Dohohon't!" George giggled, all strength leaving him as the tickling progressed. Dream gently pressed both George's wrists down again, pulling his hands back.

"Fine, I'll be gentle, but you keep those there or I'm absolutely ruthless, got it?" George couldn't help but giggle and nod his head in response, his elbows bending slightly so he could grab the corners of the pillowcase underneath his head, but otherwise keeping his arms out to the sides. "That's better," Dream said as he gently raked his nails up and down George's sides, traveling up the sides of his neck and down to the sliver of skin that was exposed from where his shirt had ridden up. He flinched and jumped the whole while, arms twitching with the urge to protect himself and butterflies moving from his tummy to his chest and back again depending on where Dream's fingers went.

"Thihis– thihihis ihis tohortuhure–" George hiccuped through his words, taking a chance and looking up at Dream, who only looked down at him condescendingly.

"Oh, you poor, sweet angel," Dream said, tilting his head to the side, causing George to giggle. He rested his hands on George's sides before continuing. "I can show you torture."

Before George could even process the words, Dream's lips were pressed against the soft, warm skin of his tummy, and there was a massive raspberry pressed right into his torso. 

"N-NAHAHA DREHEHEHEAM!" He practically screamed in laughter, his arms immediately shooting down, tangling one hand in the back of Dream's hair and pushing at his shoulder with the other one.

They spent a majority of the afternoon like that, George howling out laughter and Dream causing said laughter, but George knew he wouldn't have done anything different when he woke up 2 days later to a message from Dream, containing the link to a video file and a caption that read 'final cut, lmk what u think :)' that made him smile wider than ever.

[bloomingjungwon]

please write a heeseung college!au !!!! ♡♡

college!au heeseung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you for requesting! sorry if this is so long, i kind of got carried away and i was kind of inspired by one of my favorite blogger's writing style

major: cinematography (don't ask why, i can just imagine him being so into making motion pictures)

he'd probably minor in like north american or woman studies tbh

i can see him as a really quiet, doesn't involve himself in too many things, kind of student

doesn't really speak up when it isn't needed

but if it's a topic he's really familiar with, you can't shut him up

definitley the type of student to sit in the very front even if the classroom has like a billion seats left open

i also see him as the type to never be in the library, he usually just studies out on the grass or in a very underrated cafe.

lives off of coffee to the point his roomate!jake tells him he smells like coffee 25/8

you know how gym freaks take a shot of like protein powder before their workout? yeah that's him but with ground up coffee beans if he is in a rush and doesn't want to wait for his coffee to brew.

it's kinda funny, you don't know heeseung, and he doesn't know you. but you pass each other almost everyday because you also go to the same cafe as him.

like youre always leaving as he enters and like????

hello how r u not noticing such an amazing human being

but dont worry, ya'll meet some day

you're walking across your campus and the bulletin board catches your attention

amongst all the papers screaming "tutor needed" or "join our club", theres a flier SMACK DAB in the middle

"class do20 presents mini films at flint theatre this friday!"

and like, that peaks your interests

because you've always appreciated people's works

but you're kinda just standing in the middle of the walkway and staring at it , you don't realize someone standing next to you

"are you going to go and watch?"

you nearly jumped out of your skin cause like, who tf just talks to someone without getting their attention first

heeseung does

and now he's just staring at you waiting for an answer

"uh,, yeah seems kind of interesting. why? are you?"

"i have no choice to. i'm a part of it, i just haven't started on my film yet."

.... homie, the show is on friday and it's currently tuesday

silence

no words or expressions are exchanged and you're just staring awkwardly at each other

but in reality, you two are just silently admiring each other's features

"do you want to be a part of my film?"

your blank expression turned into a "wtf" kind of expression

"you want me, a complete stranger, to be a part of your film?"

he proceeds to tell you that it'll be a lot easier for him to work with a stranger since he'd most likely not mess around

because this boy needs to get his assignment done asap

and you kind of hesitate but then you're like "well, fuck it. sure"

and then he smiles. and holy

this guy has one of the most captivating smiles ever and you literally feel your heart stop for a small second

"let's get started today, if that's okay with you?" he suggests

and you agree and tell him you have one more class, but he can meet you at a cafe you're usually at

and now it's his turn for his heart to skip a beat because he's talking to an attractive person who just willingly agreed to help him on his project AND goes to the same underrated cafe???

but before he can say anything.. you're already walking away

and now he's just standing there dumb and love struck

but yeah heeseung is already at the cafe thirty min early while he waits for you, camera out facing the door, waiting for you to enter

catches you on film as you walk inside and he kinda just watches you in awe as you're scanning the room to find where he is

you give him a small smile and wave and in that moment, heeseung knew what title he was giving his film

you take your seat and you're like "so, what would you like me to do?"

and heeseung just asks you to do whatever you would usually do at the cafe

and you're like oh sweet. that's easy.

so you ask him what kind of coffee he wants and when he tells you, you stand up to leave and order coffee

he films everything

from you standing in line awkwardly, you picking at your nails, scrolling through your phone, ordering... literally everything

you come back holding both cups (which of course he films too)

"i usually just do my homework while i'm here, but i don't have a lot today"

"that's fine. you can just do it, and if it's okay, i can ask you questions to get to know you better."

"yeah that's okay with me. i can multitask well. i think."

that earns you a chuckle from him

he angles the camera at the end of the end of the table, focusing on you

and ya'll just do homework together and learn new things about each other

like how you eat pizza with a fork and knife because you refuse to get your hands dirty

which heeseung reacts with "do you need professional help?"

but homie blurts out he lives and breathes off of ramen noodles and his roomate!jake has to restock for him every two days

and you're like.... "you're the one who needs professional help."

and for a couple hours

you guys are just goofing around and talking to each other as if you've known each other for years

homework done, three cups of coffee later, heeseung's camera runs out of battery so he calls it a day

chooses the next location to film

a dog park

so the next day, classes done, you meet him at the dog park, and even brought your dog

films you throwing tennis balls, petting dogs, and even you getting chased by a dog

laughs throughout the whole filming process but then internally regrets it because he notices it could probably be heard in the video

breaks it to you that he has enough content for his project

and lowkey youre kind of sad because you've had fun being around him the past two days but you keep it to yourself

"i'm glad i could help. i can't wait to see it heeseung."

loves the way you say his name and now he's sad too because he doesn't really have an excuse to hang out with you more

so ya'll part ways after saying bye

but it's not some dramatic "i'm never going to see them again"

cause ya'll run into each other again at the cafe the next day

and it's kind of unspoken but ya'll just silently agree to sit down with each other and work on homework

you, reading out of your textbook, and him working diligently on his laptop (shh he's editing his film)

and you kind of steal glances his way and he's just smiling to himself as he works

and that's because he loves the way his film is coming along, and he loves seeing you

because in that moment, you both realize you have feelings for each other

but once again it's unspoken cause you're both scaredy cats

you call it a day and say bye and him back

you guys don't see each other until the night of the film show

and you're like okay i'll tell him i have feelings for him after the show

little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you

but he's up in the film booth sweating his ass off because he knows you're somewhere in the crowd

and all of a sudden he doesn't want to be there

"what if they don't like me in that way?" "what if they take my video the wrong way?"

internally and externally panics

but before he can grab his cd and break it, the lights turn off and oh shit the show is starting

tbh, the films from the other students were quite interesting and you were enjoying each one

but this uncomfortable feeling was forming in the pit of your stomach

were you anxious? nervous?

idk but you were anticipating heeseung's film

and finally on the screen appeared heeseung's picture and biography

you didn't even notice the smile growing on your face

you thought to yourself, what did he even name his film?

"love through my eyes"

....love??

does heeseung have feelings for me too? or did they switch up someone's film with his??

but nope, there was no switch up

you watched yourself on the screen, from you smiling at him at the first moments in the cafe, to you laughing at his eating habits, and to you being chased by the dog, audibly hearing heeseung's giggles

but you thought it was over until there were more clips of the both of you in the cafe

however, they weren't from the first meeting. the clothes you both were wearing were different

wait, isn't this from two days ago? he filmed us that day?

from a hidden angle, the camera caught you two stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't paying attention.

you looked at him with stars in your eyes, and when you went back to your textbook, he stole glances at you as if your were his entire universe

speechless, the film ended, and with his film being last, the show ended and the lights turned back on

you didn't even applaud, for you ran out of the building immediatley, looking for heeseung

and there he is at the entrance of the theatre just staring at his feet

looks up when you hear him running up to him

"so... the film" he starts

but you don't let him finish because you pull him by the shirt and kiss him

and he's shocked because what the fuck they're kising me?!?!

but relaxes and kisses you back

and yeah, that's how your relationship starts

and expect him to film you at random times

would probably treasure "love through my eyes" and play it as a surprise at your guys' wedding in the future

im crying

[ad1thi]

2020 fic recs!! [Part 1]

this idea was stolen from @iam93percentstardust cuz i just,,,thought that this year was absolute shit and it would be nice to make a fic rec list of fics from this year that helped me through it. this will be over a range of fandoms and ships, but all fics were written this year. 

fics are ordered by the month they were published. ive tried to keep to five fics per month, but this is not obviously all the fics ive read that month - i just didn’t want to make this insanely long. 

im releasing the first half of this on the 1st of December, and the second half on the 1st of January 2021 - because otherwise it would just get so long (and also so i will actually have fics for December)

happy reading!! hopefully you find fics on this you haven’t read yet

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January

The cat is mighty dignified (until the dog comes by): @five-wow

Steve and Danny find them on the pillow in the corner of the dining area, where Eddie is on his side, ass half on the floor because the pillow is more cat-sized than lab-sized, and Pickles is nestled between Eddie’s front legs, essentially being spooned and looking very I-got-the-cream about it. Pickles’ head is tucked into the crook of Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s head slots perfectly on top of Mr. Pickles’, like a furry jigsaw puzzle.

“They’re cuddling,” Steve points out, unnecessarily.

Or: There is a love story unfolding under the McGarrett roof.

Captain ‘Socialist Rage Muffin’ America: @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah

It takes three months of dating Steve Rogers for Tony to understand why Aunt Peggy once shot at him in sheer frustration.

Alternately titled, Honey, I committed treason again.

The Best Laid Plans (Of Mice and Men): @arboreal-elm-ash-oak

His Dark Materials AU

It was Annalise who noticed their small visitor first.

“Tony,” the spider daemon said softly, skittering up the collar of his dress shirt, two of her eight legs resting delicately against his cheek, “Don’t startle them, but I believe we have a guest. Look, by the coffee table.”

Fourteen Million to One: @tunastorks

Six months after Thanos, six months after Tony’s death, six months after Steve returns to his own timeline, Tony Stark turns up on their doorstep.

Brewed Awakening: @iam93percentstardust

Two years after he comes out of the ice, Steve is drifting through life. On his teammate's recommendation, he decides to go back to school where he meets the grandson of an old friend. He finds happiness with Tony but Steve won't be in Boston forever and someone is out to hurt the Starks. Will Steve and Tony be able to reach their happily ever after?

February

the young, the reckless and the foolish: @bruciewayne

In most universes, they don't know each other, not in the slightest, or they hate each other, in a way that's perfectly logical for anyone who were to find themselves in a similar situation.

In this one, they've known each other since they were four years old and naively idealistic.

This is them over the years, against the odds.

a giant sign: @areiton

“Think you can get him to open the weapons division up again?” his CO asks, his voice hungry and Rhodey laughs because this--

“No. Tony hung up his weapons.”

“That’s not what the suit says,” his CO objects, and Rhodey shrugs.

Tony has always had rules, rules he expects the entire world to live by.

And then there was Rhodey, slipping under them.

my heart is driftwood, floating down your coast: @nethandrake

Tonight, there’s a stranger in his backseat. That’s not unusual.

He’s also sad. That’s not unusual either.

What is unusual is that the stranger is silent.

(One night, a stranger enters Steve's taxi. Nothing is the same again.)

Just A Cold: @/delighted 

There’s a new text waiting for him. It’s from Steve of course, and it’s vaguely threatening as most messages from Steve are these days. Still Danny ignores it, and now he’s really playing with fire. Maybe it’ll burn the cold out of him.

Or, Danny’s sick, and Steve can’t stay away. The usual comfort fluff. With a little cameo from a gently meddling Grace.

An Unexpected Guide: @/Rachel500

Danny Williams has hidden his Guide status to keep being a detective, but his time of hiding is up when he unexpectedly finds his Sentinel, Steve McGarrett in the midst of a tragedy.

March

Why don’t we (Collide the spaces that divide us): @five-wow

When they finally catch sight of each other again through the milling crowds, they’re both a little worse for wear. Danny’s left side is covered in glitter and every time he brushes a hand over his hair, more blue and purple confetti rains down. Steve is- Well, Steve is randomly shirtless, which is all things considered not excessively remarkable, but he’s also covered in smudges of colorful paint and has a very nicely printed bloodred lipstick kiss mark on his cheek.

“What did you do?” Danny asks, because it looks like Steve had a lot more fun than he did.

Or: Steve and Danny accidentally end up in the middle of something entirely new.

A Little Unsteady: @finduilasclln 

Written for the Tumblr prompt meme : "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

Tony lashes out at Bucky for eating his dessert. Only, it really isn't about the dessert.

a national treasure: @starklysteve

Steve isn't looking for an apple and Tony decides his passion is to inspire young souls. -x- OR: the AU where Tony is a Youtuber and Steve is Captain America and somehow they still save the world together.

April

cycle through: @ambivalentmarvel

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Stark disappeared from his family home a month after the tragic deaths of his parents, Howard and Maria Stark, leaving a billion-dollar tech conglomerate without an heir and the world wondering what happened.

Twenty-three years ago, HYDRA gained another super soldier.

Ten years ago, Peter Parker’s parents died in what is ruled as a home invasion gone wrong but he knows was murder, plain and simple, because he spoke to the killer.

And in the present, Project Insight fails, and the Iron Soldier pays the price.

FOREVER-LOVE YOU-I: @/Eudoxia

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Especially for Tony's soulmate.

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Companion piece to my fic Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended. This is Steve's POV, with a few extra scenes, as a treat.

(Edit: Sorry if you guys get multiple notifications for this. I just realized (about two hours after posting it) that I fucked up the grammar in the title and I HAD to fix it. YOLO, I guess.)

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

i don’t have a choice (but i’d still choose you): @nethandrake

There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—

Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.

Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.

Anthony Edward Stark.

(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)

ua haʻalele ʻoe iaʻu (a ua hoʻomālamalama ʻoe iaʻu): @just-fandomthings

"The truth is, I was shot in the chest and nearly died, and not even three days after I was released from the hospital, you up and left-- and of those two, I'm not sure which one hurt me worse!"

(Coda to 10x22 because come on, we all need a better ending than the one given to us.)

Title loosely translates to: "You left me in the dark (you lit me up)" -- inspired by the brilliant song "Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur

May

A Piece Of The Past: @hddnone

It had been so many years since Bucky had gone undercover in the Stark family's mob, he thought he'd gotten away clean.

Then Tony Stark slid into the seat across from him at his breakfast diner, and Bucky's boss has a new case for him.

the privilege of loving you: @starklysteve

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

your pillow feels so soft now (but still you must advance): @firebrands

When Bruce is 13, he decides to go to boarding school. It's an opportunity for him to learn about other people, and how to interact with them.

Bruce has the misfortune of meeting Tony Stark upon his arrival in Roxbury. Bruce is moving into his room, and Tony opens the door of his room to watch. He looks a bit younger than Bruce, hair wild and eyes bright. Bruce has never seen a boy like him before—handsome and confident.

Bruce doesn’t like it.

IMPORTANT: This fic has them meeting at 14, then progresses slowly until they’re 17. Includes underage drinking and kissing.

This is set before Bruce becomes Batman and Tony becomes Iron Man and I have no explanation as to how or why they just DO Canonically, Bruce is 17 when he finishes school and goes around the world to train, so we're sticking with that

The Real MVP: @sword-and-stars (part of a series)

[“I have saved this Tuesday!” Sokka announces, rattling the bag upon reentry.

Zuko doesn’t even look up from his phone as he deadpans, “It’s Thursday.”

Okay, so Sokka is still having trouble getting his days right without checking. At least he’s gone back to sleeping at night! Going to bed at night is way easier when you have a cute, cuddly boyfriend who starts falling asleep around eleven o’clock. It also helps that he and Zuko are on solid gold butt-touching terms.

It’s been a while since Sokka has been on butt-touching terms with someone and it’s amazing.]

Or,

Sokka knows a guy, gets laid, and introduces Zuko to the merits of an afternoon delight.

When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it): @riotwritesthings

There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch.

And one tiny little bed.

June

Nice Fingers: @anthonyed

A single compliment given by Tony stirs Bucky restless until he caves in and asks him out on a date.

With Steve’s help of course (whether he likes it or not).

The Darkest Touch: @starkrogerrs

This is the story of how Steve finds that it has been ordained that he is to marry a monster he cannot resist aka the God of Love himself, Tony.

It's Cupid x Psyche retold, but with thrice the amount of porn.

The Night Shift:  @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Wind Beneath My Wings: @iam93percentstardust

Sam first meets Tony Stark in 2005 when he joins the EXO-7 Falcon program.

In jest: @/apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)

[haikyuu-bf-scenarios]

Semi Eita: Second Encounter

First Meeting

*edited*

studying forensics also means you study about a billion other topics

one such topic youre studying is biology and my FUCKING GOD is it the worst

least favourite subject ever

which has brought you back to the campus library, this time during operating hours and properly dressed

a fact that was smugly pointed out by the man pushing a cart

“its good to know that you can actually dress appropriately in a public space. not to mention showing up before closing”

you stop your searching to address him “could say the same to you, surprised to see you werent actually lying to me”

“do i seem like the deceiving type”

you looked him up and down “you dont want me answering that”

he rolled his eyes at you before moving further down the aisle

“hey, wait. think you could help me find a book on biology. i need it for a very important test, and i just so happen to suck at the subject”

“great”

“hey, this is your job”

“i know, follow me”

once you made it to the customer service desk you started asking him questions

“so whats your major...” you leaned over the counter to look at his badge, previously blocked by the computer, “Semi?”

he flicked his eyes toward you before focusing on the computer screen again “why do you want to know?”

“just making small talk. youre an enigma, its not everyday you run into a stranger in his pajamas at the library after closing. very less frequent that you dont have any questions”

“you say that like i relate to your sentiments” he looked at you full on now “are you looking for something specific?”

“morphology, plant and animal dna, moreso plant, etc.” you poked his hand, “you didnt answer my question”

he sighed reluctantly, “political science and music. just one or do you want more?”

“i’ll take as many as you can find and then weed out the ones i wont use”

“excessive, isnt this your major?”

“ha, no im studying forensics, biology is just another subject im adding to my arsenal”

he started writing down the call numbers, “and how many subjects do you have in your ‘arsenal’?” you giggled at that, “whats so funny?”

“nothing, just hearing you say anything that has a double meaning doesnt seem... normal”

“what does that me-”

“and to answer your question, i have taken courses in computer science, chemistry, criminal justice, toxicology, and linguistics, i also minor in psychology”

by the time you finished listing off the various classes youre taking, Semi had stopped writing and was staring at you

“what?”

“thats absurd”

“it gives me an advantage over others, besides the only subject i dont like out of all of them is biology”

he shook his head at you “i think i should give you a shorter list of books now”

“no” you snatched the paper, “ill take them all”

you spun around to start your search for the books

once you found them all you had a stack of about ten on one of the tables

you spent hours reading the books and taking notes in your notebook

you only stopped twice to go the bathroom and once when Semi passed by

and by ‘passed by’ you mean he dropped a book on your table

“whats this?” you looked at the title, it was another book on morphology

“it was on my cart, figured you could use it”

“sick thanks, ill add it the pile”

semi placed a hand on one of your stacks “how far have you gotten?”

“ive thumbed through a few, nothing extensive yet. i plan to go through a few more thoroughly”

you looked out the window to see a setting sun

you stopped Semi from walking away, “say, how much longer is the library open for? dont want to be accused of breaking in again”

he huffed at you, you chose to take it as a sort of laugh “dont worry, it closes later than you think”

“thanks”

you got up to stretch and headed to the vending machine in the lobby

you bought yourself a pack of chips and also a KitKat

walking back to your table you dropped the candy bar onto Semi’s cart, “can you please eat this one correctly this time”

unbeknownst to you, semi looked after you with a faint smile as you sat down again

you continued working for what you thought was only like an hour, hour and a half

but when you finally decided to stop and check the time it was midnight

and no normal library, college or not, is open at midnight

you should know since the last time you were here at midnight, you were called out for coming after closing

“Semi?” you looked around for the silver haired page, but couldnt find him anywhere

“yeah?” you jerked back around at his voice, startled

he was in front of you eating a KitKat, the wrong way heathen, dressed casually and was leaning against a different table covered in papers

“okay first of all, i thought i said eat that correctly. second, dont scare me-”

“sorry”

“and thirdly, the librarys closed, why didnt you kick me out?”

“i was staying late anyway. figured id let you study some more”

“well thats hella cool of you, but now i cant check any of these out”

“i already did”

“huh?”

“librarians can access the barcodes of books as long as they have a call number. i checked them all out to you before the library closed.”

“how do you know my account number?”

he pointed to one of your notebooks “your name is on your notebook cover, and there arent many people with western names going to this school, (y/n) (l/n)”

“i dont know whether to be impressed or creeped out...” you were packing up your things now but you made sure to keep him in your sight

“you sure youre studying music?”

“positive. do you have everything i have to lock the door behind us, and i will not be opening it back up again for the rest of the night”

“yeah im good”

you both left in silence, you walked together until you got to the dorms at which point you split off from each other

“oh also,” he called after to you “the KitKat you gave me, i ate ‘correctly’. that was a second one”

“ha, wow” you said to yourself

you shook your head as you watched him walk away

‘maybe hes not as straight forward as i thought’

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[ughthatimagineblog]

god bless traffic and rain

hugh jackman x reader

warnings; this is so typical, Hollywood, dreamy, fireman to the rescue type cringe worthy fic I’m so sorry but that’s it lol

requested (summary); you get lost in the city, Hugh decides to help you out

(I edited the plot a bit to help make a reasonable situation)

word count; 1450

a/n; a fan fiction? after three billion years of hiatus? yes! that was requested months ago and I have been grounded literally and with schoolwork and I just haven’t had the free time or emotional energy to write a lot so I’m sorry! but I’m on vacation right now so I’m trying to catch up even a little. the format of my fics may change considering I’m on mobile but bear with me. THANK U TO MY NEW FOLLOWERS! IM SO CLOSE TO 1K IF YOU GUYS COULD REBLOG AND SHARE MY FICS TO HELP ME GET OUT THERE ID LOVE IT THANK YOU ILY GUYS

City life was hard to adjust to. The streets, the buildings, the people. You were in Australia for the entire month of March for a spring editorial for the newspaper you worked for. One thing your editor failed to mention was that March in Australia, Sydney to be more precise, was rainy season. And now you found yourself huddled under a bus stop, trying to figure out why your phone’s GPS wasn’t working.

You had twenty minutes to meet with the publisher of Maxim Australia at a coffee shop called Paramount Coffee Project. Unfortunately for you, you were staying at the Cat and Fiddle Hotel which, by bus, would take you now thirty minutes to get there.

You huffed, and decided to start walking (you were going to be late anyhow) to see if you could get someone trustworthy to get you a lift.

Rain began to seep into your jacket and by the time you got two streets over, you were soaked. No cars were driving by and it dawned on you that rain tended to prompt people, any sane people to stay in their homes.

God I feel so dumb. You thought to yourself as you came up to a convenient store. The bell chimed upon your arrival and just as you had guessed, no one was inside except for the clerk.

You checked your watch. Precious time was ticking away and, according to your phone, you didn’t have cell reception.

You sighed in frustration. You were in a country surrounded by people you didn’t know, streets you didn’t recognize with an agenda that you, now, didn’t know how you were going to stick to.

“Rain’s bad.” The clerk told you, his eyes never leaving that morning’s paper. You made another huff of your own vexation. Thoughts of getting fired flooded your mind as you paced through the isles.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the door chime to signal another person entering the store.

You were standing in the back, staring at all of the drinks when you called to the clerk. “Hey, um, sir? Do you have a phone I could use? I need to call a taxi service, see I’m supposed to-” You turned and were cut off when you realized just exactly who had entered this, now seemingly more so, insignificant store.

“Are you lost?” The man asked. Hugh Jackman is standing less than ten feet away from me. “Yes, well no.” You blinked and were surprised at your own, calm, demeanor. He gave you an inquisitive look. You nearly laughed at yourself as you took a few steps closer, feeling ridiculous for shouting across the store.

“I don’t have a car. I work for Maxim in America and I am supposed to meet with the publisher here in Australia but I can’t seem to do that considering walking, I’ll be late and driving,” You checked your watch again. “Well even driving I’ll be late.” You put a hand on your face in stress, seemingly forgetting there was an incredibly handsome actor right in front of you.

“Damn.” He chuckled, looking back outside. “I don’t know if I could swing it, but I think I could give you a life. Either to where you need to go or wherever your staying. It’s up to you.” He offered and you looked up in surprise. “Really?” You asked.

“As long as you don’t call any paparazzi or anything like that. Why would I leave a girl, not even from here, stranded in a convenient store while it’s pouring rain?” He asked, a smirk on his face. You shrugged with a sad smile.

“Because you’re-”

“Hugh Jackman? I get that a lot.” He laughed before purchasing the few things he bought- a pack of gum and a coke. You laughed at the items he was buying. “What?” He asked you casually.

“Nothing, it’s justs I didn’t expect a famous movie star to purchase such-”

“Mundane?” He finished your sentence. . . Again. You laughed out loud. “Stop doing that.” You joked and he smiled before gesturing you out.

“Paramount Coffee Project?” He asked and you nodded. “I think it’s closed today.” Your heart dropped. “What?” You asked. He laughed. “Are you sure this is the place you’re supposed to meet?” He asked and you nodded before checking the website. “Yeah, it’s closed today.” He chuckled and let your head fall in your hands.

“If you want to call your friend, we have reception now.” He told you as the car came to a stop.

You checked your phone noticing you had two bars. “Yeah. Sure.” You said half regretting saying it in such a blasé and tired tone.

The phone rang twice before the publisher picked up. “Hello? Hi! It’s Y/N Y/L/N and we were supposed to meet this morning but apparently the shop is closed.”

You heard laughing from the other end. “Yes, I myself didn’t realize the shop was closed. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail so I assumed you were out of ranged. I’m glad you got in contact. We can plan for another day. Did you find your way to the shop?”

You breathed out in relief and smiled. “Yeah I did find my way. Someone I-“ You paused to look at Hugh and made a confused face. “Someone I know picked me up.” You smiled and the man next to you smirked.

“Oh well that’s good! I didn’t know you knew anyone here in Australia.” The Lady on the other end mused.

You simply laughed. “Neither did I.”

Traffic was slow and you both drove for a bit more before realizing you now had nowhere to go.

“Oh, um, I can get out and head home if you’d like.” You tried your best to phrase it as polite as possible, not sure how to speak to this man.

“It’s still raining. It really is no trouble.” He said, smiling at you and you felt your heart jump a slight bit.

Hugh Jackman just chauffeured you around town for ten minutes and now had no immediate desire to expel you from his car.

“Oh. Well, in that case, what were you doing when you found me?” You asked. “On my way to pick up groceries. Had to stop for petrol on the way.” He smiled at your semi-dumbfounded expression.

“Is that where you’re headed now?” You asked timidly. “It sure is strange that you’re with me but we were technically on the way and your plans were cancelled so I hope that’s not a problem that you’re coming with me.”

“No, no, no, no! I don’t mind.” You laughed. “And please,” He joined in on you in the laughing at first but now his face was pretty serious.

“Please try to feel at ease with me. I meet people all the time and they freeze up because they think I’m some kind of God. But I’m really just an over glorified and overplayed entertainer.” He chuckles out the last bit and you almost swooned in your seat.

Your mother would get an earful that night.

“I’ll try. You seem very nice so I doubt that will be hard.” You scoffed, as you said, easily slipping into your usual sarcasm. He just looked at you and smiled and you caught his gaze with just a glance.

Your breath hitched.

How did such a horrible day become one you’d never forget? God bless traffic and rain. . .

“Can you reach up and grab the crackers that are up there while I grab something down here?” Hugh asked, squinting at a shopping list in a way that made him appear as mundane as you or the next person. It made you chuckle but you confirmed to him you could.

It was only when you turned around to look at what he was asking for when you realized you probably couldn’t.

It was at the top shelf and you could barely reach the middle so-to-speak.

Not wanting to seem wimpy, you began jumping in an attempt to reach the box, but to no avail. Panic settled in as you realized he would be back soon to see you failing at your given task.

Why he made you so flustered was obvious but nonetheless it made you feel like a schoolgirl worrying about such things.

Just. . . A little. . . Higher! Your mind gruntled but your thoughts were interrupted by hands gripping your sides, making you yelp, as you were lifted off the ground.

You turned around to see Hugh’s grinning face and he saw yours turn a bright pink.

“I saw you needed a hand and I didn’t mind lending one.”