anonymous asked:

hi lottie. my girlfriend broke up with me yesterday, and i’ve been crying since. do you think you could write me a little classic, soft kylux drabble? i’d appreciate it so much. 💕

It’s so rare that he wakes before Hux that Kylo would say he’s neglected to appreciate Hux’s beauty during sleep.

They lay beside each other, faces together, Hux still wandering in his dreams whilst Kylo blinks awake, unable to tear his gaze away from the general’s face. Hair tousled, lips relaxed from his usual sneer, and frown lines nonexistent on his pale skin, Kylo can’t help but smile warmly, basking in the restful glow of Hux’s mind as he dreams.

Hux, for all his intellect and sharpness and his keen gaze, fails to see his own beauty. Kylo blinks as though taking a snapshot of the view in front of him and commits it to his memory, never wanting to forget the image of the great Starkiller relaxed in peaceful sleep. Those lips, Kylo focuses on, that’ve brought death to millions on a single order now part slightly, letting heavy breath escape, pink and soft, kissable. Looking like no foul word could ever pass such gentle curves.

It’s the illusion of softness with Hux that never fails to draw Kylo in like a lost sailor to a lighthouse.

“Mmm. Ren?”

Kylo comes back to himself quickly when he hears Hux’s husky voice talking to him, gruff from lack of use. His General shifts and gives a quiet moan as he shuffles closer to Kylo, eyes drifting closed again.

“Go back to sleep,” Kylo whispers quietly. He strokes his hand through Hux’s hair and kisses his forehead, listening to the calmness of Hux’s mind for once. “It’s still too early for your shift.”

“I thought I heard you talking,” Hux says, frowning. “I could hear your voice. I swear it.”

Kylo is sure he hadn’t been speaking aloud but decides not to question it any further; Hux is already drifting off.

“Dreaming about me whispering sweet nothings to you, General? I’m flattered.”

“Ha. Don’t be, Ren. I woke up to tell you to shut up and let me sleep,” Hux smiles, and Kylo feels his hand brush against his stomach.

Under the covers, their hands intertwine, fingers locking together slackly as sleep reclaims Hux.

It’s another few hours until they’re due up and awake so, for now, Kylo pulls the blankets back over Hux’s body and tucks him in, making sure he’s wrapped up warm against the coldness of space before leaning to kiss him on the cheek; a light touch of his lips against Hux’s lightly freckled skin and it’s enough to make Kylo feel like it’s the first time he’s kissed Hux, he’s still falling in love with him.

And as he settles back down beside Hux, Kylo wonders if he still is.

The little flutters in his tummy tell him yes.


Everything is Alright
Motion City Soundtrack
Everything is Alright

“I’m sick of the things, I do when I’m nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles on the ceiling
Head for the hills, the kitchen’s on fire

I used to rely on self-medication
I guess I still do that from time to time
But I’m getting better at fighting the future
Someday you’ll be fine”

Deathworlders Ho!  Sunburn

I wanted to try getting in on this whole “Humans are Space Orcs” thing, and this is my first entry, so… be kind, feedback welcome.

Three days ago, Human Ramona had, against the captain’s explicit orders, taken her containment suit off during a mission and gone diving into a body of water to retrieve a probe that had crashed and was believed lost.  

She was, despite all logic and understanding, completely fine afterwards, and had passed the bio-screenings and decontam without issue, however the ship’s medico Kreig had wanted to keep a close eye on her and had been doing regular checkups to make sure that nothing was… out of sorts with their unstoppable human murder weapon.

As the away party was coming back from a routine trading mission, Kreig stopped Human Ramona in the locker area and asked her to turn around.  “I know this is probably a fairly normal deathworlder… thing… however I wanted to check, it looks like your carapace is ‘molting’.  Is this… normal?”

Ramona took a moment to process, then backed up towards a mirror so she could see her exposed back.  “Oh!  Yeah, when I took my suit off the other day I got a little too much radiation, probably the fact that it was a binary star system.  This is just a bit of what we humans call a ‘sunburn’, my damaged skin is sloughing off and being replaced by new, healthy skin.  See?”

And with that, much to Krieg’s horror and aghast, she reached around and pulled a large chunk of her own skin off.

“I figured you of all people would know about this”, Ramona said, offering the bit of discarded flesh to Krieg.  “I thought your race molted.”

“We do.”  Krieg said, through quivering mandibles, as he reached a claw out and accepted the offered… flesh strip… unsure what to do with it.  “But for us it is an all or nothing proposition.  Once a stellar cycle, we jettison our external carapace and then spend ten days in deep meditation while a new one forms and solidifies.”

Human Ramona bared her teeth at him in the expression he had come to know as a ‘smile’.  It wasn’t comforting.  “Oh, wow, no, we humans do this all the time.  Even when there isn’t this much damage, we’re constantly regenerating new skin and hair and nails.  Only doing it once a year, that must be awfully tough on you.”

A worried thought flickered through Krieg’s hindbrain, and he politely excused himself from the Human’s company, then went into his medical bay and locked the door.  

“Ok computer, define ‘slough’.”  He read the results with a grim expression.  “Ok computer, run a shipwide scan for… human cellular material… not attached to a living human.”

As his claw reached towards the large red emergency Quarantine button, he committed the results to memory.  The positive results were displayed in red.  There were no non-red parts.  The human waste was everywhere.


Alright.  I thought long and hard about this. The time has come for me to part ways with my old purple sparkle DW Drums. They served me extremely well over the years but it’s time to move on.

I went through a lot with these guys. I bought them in 1996 after I graduated high school(yes, I’m that old). I played local VA shows, toured, and recorded in my old band, Submerge with them. Then in 2002 they joined me as I joined Motion City Soundtrack. I recorded I Am The Movie and Commit This To Memory with them. Also any EP’s or compilations we appeared on up until 2006. They were with me on every single US tour that we did up until I got a new kit in late 2005. They’re also in the videos we made for “My Favorite Accident” and “The Future Freaks Me Out”. They’ve seen and done a lot.

But it’s time to say goodbye. I have put them up on eBay if you or someone you know might be interested in such a thing, have at it. If you have any questions, feel free to let me know.

Just promise me one thing…you’ll take care of them. :)


I am writing a story for English class, and it’s about a soldier saying goodbye to his best friend and I have been told that this:

I stared at him, trying to commit his face to memory. I never thought there would come a day when I would have to say goodbye to William. I wanted to remember William for the rest of my life, a life which I knew wouldn’t last much longer the moment I stepped onto the unfamiliar sands of Kabul. I wanted to remember the Sunday mornings we spent together, with him lazily reading a book on the couch as I made pancakes. The easy domesticity we had, as if we were a married couple and not two young adults who had nowhere else we could call home.

I wanted to remember the exact shade of blue his expressive eyes were, and the way that he could stare at you and make you feel as if you were all that he could see in that moment. A scientist’s scrutiny was what made his gaze so different, because he didn’t see the whole picture of you he saw what made you, every individual part of you that nobody else noticed before. There was a very particular feeling to be the center of someone’s universe, and the way he gazed at me made me feel as if I was being torn apart- atom by atom- and then shoved back together before I could finish my breath.

“Come with me,” I said suddenly, and he looked up at me, bewilderment written on his face. “Come with me to Kabul.”


fanfiction has RUINED me do you understand

New Beginnings

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low

Word Count:1,602

Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking 

A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!

Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.

“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were feeling pretty nostalgic.

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The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 1

Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

“This just in, breaking news involving a major bank robbery in downtown today. Officials report over five hundred thousand dollars was stolen from the Mid City Bank only moments ago. Reports indicate that the culprits are on the loose and police are looking for any information on who these criminals are. They were seen pulling up to the bank in a black sedan and entering the building through the front entrance.” The news feed switches from Kelly Knight- the news reporter on duty- to a video from a phone camera within the bank.

“We just got this exclusive footage in the studio. It appears there were four or more men involved. Again, police are asking for any information you might have.” The camera zooms in on a guy with no mask on, only sunglasses and his hood.

The new feed switches to an aerial view of the bank from the News 1 helicopter. A male voice comes over the feed. “It appears the men who entered the bank have just vanished with the money. Authorities seem to be having trouble finding out just how the four men got away. It looks like the state authorities have arrived to assess the situation. More as this story unfolds, back to you Kelly.”

“In light of this situation, reports that no one was injured during the robbery have come in. Officials say the security alarm was hit sometime after the culprits were already inside the bank. No reports as to why it was not hit sooner. We will be back as updates come in. This is Kelly Knight for News 1.”

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anonymous asked:

Is someone telling me that during the summer of mutual pining in the middle of the night a restless yuuri never went and sit behind viktor's door to hear his idol and new best friend sleep to hear him snoring ruffling the sheets sleep talking and thought completely fascinated Viktor Nikiforov really is behind this door??? Because he did

SORRY OMG I received this so long ago but I wanted to write a little something~

It’s a couple of weeks after Yuri travels back to Russia that Yuuri to realizes how much he stalls by Victor’s bedroom door. 

He has many reasons behind his hesitations - most of them related to wanting to ask Victor questions, or waiting for him to go somewhere. Though Yuuri can’t help but notice that lately he’s been standing by Victor’s doors for much more personal reasons.


The first time he noticed he was doing so was in the middle of a hot, stuffy night, right after he was coming back from the kitchen and heading to his bedroom. He padded down the corridor carefully, trying to make the least noise as possible to not wake anyone up. It was then that he heard, coming from Victor’s bedroom, a low, steady snoring sound. 

The Victor Nikiforov he knew from the magazines didn’t snore. The Victor Nikiforov from the magazines was perfect in every sense. This, however, wasn’t the Victor Nikiforov from the magazines. It was just… Victor.

That amazement that surrounded everything about Victor hadn’t faded away in any sense, but if anything Yuuri was learning more and more and growing even more intrigued by the childhood idol, the unreachable dream that was now living under the same roof as him. Things Yuuri had never exactly wondered about victor he’d gotten to learn in the first few days after he’d arrived in Hasetsu - watching him from so close, in movement, was like witnessing a famous painter working on a masterpiece. It was the way he held his phone and the way he folded his clothes; the way he crossed his legs to sit and the way tied the laces on his skates.

Yuuri had never wondered about how he slept and found himself incredibly curious about it now. He wanted to know how Victor slept, wanted to see the tangly mess of limbs and sheets and know if Victor’s hair got messy like his hair did. Victor Nikiforov was there and real and human.

He notices he’s been standing by Victor’s door, his hand flat on the door as if ready to push it and feels embarrassment wash over him. He then steps back and heads into his bedroom.

Eventually, Yuuri sates his curiosity. It’s when they have to cancel their afternoon training because of a thunderstorm that brews out of nowhere after they head back home for lunch, making it impossible to go anywhere with the torrential rain. Victor tells Yuuri he’s going to take a nap meanwhile, asking him to wake him up in case the storm ended in time for their evening training and goes to his bedroom with Makkachin on his heels. 

Knowing how summer storms in Hasetsu usually behaved, takes the chance to play some of his favorite video game while rain pours outside and minutes tick away as he entertains himself. 

Yuuri realizes he finds it a bit odd, not having Victor around for the afternoon. He only notices how much more Victor has grown to mean to him in moments like those.

Then storm calms a couple of hours later when it’s around snack time according to Hiroko, who urges Yuuri to “wake Vicchan up” to join them. Yuuri heads upstairs with a fond smile on his face and finds the door to Victor’s bedroom ajar, causing him to hesitate by the door and drink in the sight. 

It feels like he’s intruding. He knows that’s not the case - Victor had asked him to wake him up, which was a green flag for getting into his room, right? But then again… Yuuri always waited for Victor to invite him in, knocking on the door when he wanted something and respecting Victor’s privacy like Victor respected his.

(Yuuri briefly thinks about Victor’s first night, remembering how he’d invited Yuuri to sleep with him. Something stirs in his chest and Yuuri finds himself wishing Victor would do it again, and his whole face grows hot.)

Victor lies on his stomach, with Makkachin by his feet, sprawled on his bed with one leg bent and hugging the pillow under his head. He is fast asleep, his chest moving with the slow cadence of his breath, and there’s a crack in the window from where a cool wind comes in, making the room slightly chilly. Yuuri wants to come in, come closer, gaze at Victor for a minute and try to commit every single feature to his memory, but his feet seem glued to the floor. 

He knocks on the door lightly. 


There’s a low rumble of thunder rolling somewhere in the distance, and Makkachin raises his head to look at Yuuri bleary-eyed before yawning. 

Victor doesn’t react, except for a long sigh that has Yuuri holding his breath.

“Victor,” he calls again, slowly walking into his room to close the window and trying not to stare at him but god Yuuri is so curious he can’t resist it.

Victor looks so comfortable, so utterly relaxed in the most peaceful sleep, clutching at the pillow under his head as if he needed something - someone - to hold on to in order to sleep so snugly. His eyelashes flutter a bit, long and fair against his skin, and Yuuri wishes he could touch him - wonders how it would feel like to sleep next to Victor and wake up to see him first thing.

Yuuri wonders how it must feel like to sleep in his arms and clutches at his chest. 

He wants it.

“Victor,” he calls one more time, gently nudging his shoulder, and this time Victor stirs with a low grunt. 

Yuuri watches him wake up like he doesn’t want to miss a detail - how he gently squints, the deep breath he takes before blinking the world back in focus and looks at Yuuri, rolling on his side. And yes, Victor has his hair mussed where he was resting his head, some strands sticking up in a funny way as he turns to face Yuuri, and his cheek has light imprints from his pillow, and that is, somehow, the most adorable thing Yuuri has ever witnessed in his life. 

“Mm?” Victor questions, his heavy-lidded eyes looking at him almost like he knows what is going inside Yuuri’s head, vulnerability and curiousness in his light eyes.

“Ah… It’s, uh, tea time.”

He has no idea how he manages to word that with Victor’s sleepy, gentle eyes gazing at him as if wordlessly inviting Yuuri to lay down and rest with him.

“OK.” His voice is raspy, and Victor stretches on his bed for a moment. “Did you sleep?”

“No, I was… playing video games.”

Victor offers him a slow nod, stretching his arms behind his head but otherwise not making a move to leave his bed. 

“What a pity,” he says, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to yawn. “This weather is perfect for napping.”

Yuuri feels a smile spreading on his face, “Coaching life is not easy, huh?”

Victor chuckles, nudging Yuuri with his knee.

“No, it’s hard work,” he replies with a smirk. “You really must have a wonderful stamina if you don’t need to take a nap.”

Perhaps it’s the way Victor says it so casually, stretched on his bed and gazing at Yuuri with half-lidded eyes that makes his mind quickly pick on some hidden meaning behind Victor’s words, one he’s not entirely sure if he means it. Whatever it is, Yuuri’s cheeks are burning, but he doesn’t let that pass so easily.

“I didn’t want to be drowsy in case the rain stopped and we had to get back to the rink,” he pokes at Victor’s side, making him flinch and laugh. “Besides, my coach asked me to wake him up.”

There’s a glint in Victor’s eyes that Yuuri only sees when he’s surprised - often when Yuuri lands a jump perfectly, or when he manages to channel his eros on the ice. Victor smiles, wetting his lips as he thinks of an answer. 

“Poor student,“ he replies in a playful condescending tone. "Next time maybe you should join him for a nap instead.”

He feels his face get warm all the way up to his ears, and as Victor bites his lower lip thinking he’s got the final word in their little game, Yuuri smirks back and says: 

“Perhaps I will.”