even if it is four different covers

The Spectrum of Humanity

An excerpt from an essay published by Arak'Antos, professor of Humanology at a renowned university.

The sheer scope of humanity’s variety necessitated the creation of an entirely new field of study.  Never before in the history of galactic civilization has any one race been so uniquely bizarre that they could not be encompassed in standard xenobiology and xenopsychology courses.  Even before the body modifications that they are so fond of, it can often be different to tell that two humans belong to the same race, as they can differ in every plausible physical and psychological way.

Their skins’ pigmentation ranges from a deep brown that approaches true black, to rare individuals that possess no pigments whatsoever, leaving them entirely white.  They can have hair covering most of their body, or have none at all.  They can range in height at adulthood from four feet tall to eight feet tall, with some notable exceptions on both ends of the spectrum.  

The psychological differences are just as pronounced.  Several humans have agreed to extended observation as part of my ongoing research into their nuances, and the findings have been striking.  One volunteer shunned physical contact at nearly any cost, and avoided social interaction whenever plausible.  He would sometimes sit as his computer in silence for long periods of time, once going nearly three days without moving, without even eating.  I did not interrupt, as I wished the observation to be impartial, but once I felt I had collected enough data, I asked him about it.  Was it difficult to go that long without nourishment or rest?  His response:

“Not really?  I guess I just lost track of time.”

This has been observed in other humans as well, to lesser degrees, with them being able to “lose track of time” as they focus on a single task, be it something as trivial as assembling a model or reading a book, for hours.  Inversely, I have also observed humans who would be, simultaneously, working on a report, listening to music, watching video, and participating in one or more conversations through voice communications or text programs.  When denied one or more of these stimulants, they would become noticeably on-edge, and their productivity would, somehow, suffer.

There is no known correlation between mental and physical attributes, either.  Every few months I see some naïve young researcher publish a paper that “proves” a link between human appearances and behavior patterns, only for humans to “come out of the woodwork” and present themselves as living evidence of the falsity of their claim. 

In short, no matter how much we study humans, only the most basic of understandings can be applied to them as a species.  To understand a given human, one must study that specific human.

Villain (FrostIron Prompt Fill)

Okay lol so this is for @ajanamyth who suggested Loki wooing Tony, and Steve being upset.
Not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind babe, but this is what happened!!!


“Stark.“ Loki landed on the ground and stomped towards Tony. "Call your team off, or I will be forced to hurt them.”

“Will you?” Tony shot back, and raised his arm to aim the repulsor right at the Trickster God. “Because every time we do this sort of thing, you end up retreating.”

Loki narrowed his eyes and stalked even closer and Tony smirked. In his suit he was the same height as the overly tall bastard, and he completely enjoyed not having to look up to talk down to him. He even opened his faceplate so Loki could absolutely see the smug look on his face.

“So maybe–” he continued with a short laugh. “–you should take all that bluster and bullshit you carry around with you, and that ridiculous cape and maybe just–WHOA!”

Tony ducked and scrambled back a few steps when Loki summoned his magic and shot a bolt of energy at him.

“God it’s so rude to interrupt me when I’m monologuing!” Tony snapped and fired a few shots off, hating how much he enjoyed the effortless way Loki seemed to dodge them.

They fought hard for a few minutes, trading blasts and snarky one liners, until Tony popped a repulsor that should have blown a hole in the Demi gods chest, but instead Loki just wrinkled his nose and disappeared–

— and reappeared right in Tony’s space, so close that Tony stumbled back into a wall, and Loki pressed close to him, a curious look on his face.

“You are adorable when you are cocky.” That low voice was suddenly entirely too close to Tony’s ear, and Tony had to swallow back his initial reaction (which was definitely not a moan. It wasn’t) and had to lick his lips, which only drew that green gaze down. “I much prefer your brand of courage to the rest of these quivering mortals.”

“Tell me, Anthony.” Tony’s full name rolled of Loki’s tongue sounding entirely too good. “When you take this suit off–” Loki glanced down. “Do you prefer to wear silk or–”

“Tony!” The shout distracted Loki, who turned just in time to see Captain’s shield flying toward him.

Tony’s face mask slammed down and he was blasting away in a split second, and Loki barely managed to dodge the shield, sending a fierce glare at the Captain before shimmering away into nothing.

Tony flew off towards the tower, unsure of why his heart was pounding a little too hard, and why he couldn’t quite wipe the smile from his face.

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Ah, my tall goopy monster boi Glihop~! Even though their main design hasn’t really changed much gotta admit, he looks different when compared to first drawing of him

OH fun fact about him! 
He does wear actual pants, like actual fabric material but when he puts any clothing on they get covered in this black matter similar to his own and when he takes the clothes off the black matter disappears from the clothing. 

And here’s another fact which you may have already noticed from the drawings. Besides the main head Glihop has 5 additional faces on his body, four of them capable of speech and one without a mouth which is the front right one. While he has all these other mouths the main head has the most audible voice and while he speaks it has a echoing sound to it which could be due to extra mouths speaking up as well. 

Aaand that’s pretty much it~!

the thought ‘oh my god, I’m old’ probably passes through Viktor’s head on a semi regular basis, like when it takes more moisturizer than usual to cover the expanse of his forehead or when he’s trapped in a car listening to Yurio’s favorite band of the moment and is this even music???

but what about when he complains about his aching joints during practice and it occurs to Yuuri for the first time, ‘he’s getting older.’ Four years never seemed significant when it was the difference between 23 and 27. But what about 66 and 70 or 76 and 80?  

Nervous late night Google searches reveal that men are at a higher risk for prostate cancer at 50, heart disease at 45. 45! It’s such a small number, and Yuuri doesn’t know the medical history of Viktor’s family which is concerning. He tries to skate around the issue for a while (it’s what he’s best at, after all), but Viktor can’t not notice how his husband has started staring into space for worryingly long intervals or how he’s traded out the contents of their liquor cabinet for red wine. 

Viktor finally intervenes when Yuuri cries over their wedding photos and tries to feed Viktor a plate of broccoli for dinner in the same night. It doesn’t take much persuading (just a hand on Yuuri’s hip and a kiss to his nape with a whispered, “what’s on your mind, my love?”) before Yuuri confesses his worries in a teary, snotty, messy deluge of unintelligible hiccupped whines and slurred words.   

Viktor holds Yuuri in his lap–stroking his hand through his hair–and reminds him that he’s still young, is in very good health, and freak accidents aside, just wants to spend whatever time he’s allotted living happily with the love of his life. 

“How could my heart ever be unhealthy when I have you in it?” Viktor asks, kissing the glistening trail of wetness of Yuuri’s cheek.

“Oh my god,” Yuuri sniffles and chokes on a soggy giggle. “You’re so cheesy.”

“But not so cheesy as to be unhealthy.” Viktor laughs along with Yuuri.

“What started all this, anyway?” He asks when Yuuri’s breathing has returned to a normal rate. ‘Please god don’t let it be my hair.’ “Was it my hair?”

“Vitya,” Yuuri’s tone is scolding. He smiles cheekily and ruffles his fingers through Viktor’s hair, squealing when Viktor grabs him by the waist and wrestles him down on the couch.

Viktor stares into Yuuri’s face–swollen-eyed but beautiful–and feels so very in love. He leans down and pecks Yuuri on the nose. “But seriously, Yura, is it my–”

His words are lost in a kiss, and that’s okay. 

He has plenty of time to ask. 

Bora Bora - Auston Matthews (smut)

Requested by anon: Idk if you’re taking requests rn or not but I would love love love an auston matthews smut. The longer the better. That boy is hotter than sin and I feel like he’d be glorious in bed.

A/N: I’m actually quite proud of this, like I actually like it. Let me know what you think! The seventh part of Casino Night will be up tomorrow.

Word count: 2355

Warnings: Smut. Explicit content. Probably some bad words.

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Space orc Application process

So, I’ve been reading a lot of these humans are space orcs posts and while they are entertaining it got me thinking.  What if the first person to come into contact with aliens was an uber-space-orc.  Someone who’s been climbing trees since they were four, hikes mountains for fun, sings random pieces of dialogue and just loooves to wrestle with all the cute wittle death beasts he finds on hostile planets.  At first the Aliens are like, look at this species, they haven’t even invented gravitronics yet.  Then they leave him for dead on a mission and he comes back to base with his arm in a sling covered in three different types of blood and are like “daaang, humans are tough.”  Slowly these aliens start to pick up on all the human’s weird habits and hear about all the weird places he’s been to on his planet like the dreaded Texas where the heat can make you pass out or the horrid planes of Albany where the snow piles up to your waist like fluffy cold quicksand for months on end.  Throughout their time this one human just keeps getting weirder and weirder, socializing with members of other species, climbing ceiling beams, attaching spatulas to various cleaning devices etc.

Then the aliens finally decide that humans are just too useful to waste and they move to bring them into the inter-galactic alliance or whatnot citing the crazy human who survived being mauled by a Kagrazan and then hiked ten miles back to the landing site as evidence.

Meanwhile on earth, all the deskjob people are talking about how their most recent space shuttle to mars went missing and how “its a shame and all, but at least we don’t have to deal with that weird guy who wrestled a bear once.”

Then the aliens come to earth with the astronaut and explain that they want more humans to bolster their crews and every government on earth simultaneously realizes that the only reason they are being given a seat at the table is because aliens think EVERY human is as terrifyingly weird as that astronaut.  Suddenly they’re all scrambling to find movies  and culture to throw at the aliens to keep up the illusion for as long as possible.  Scouters start going around the country trying to recruit crazy “I think I’ll climb that mountain today” people to send into space.  

Interview processes start forming, sifting through thousands of candidates all now displaying proudly the oddities that they previously hid behind academic certifications and letters of recommendation.  

Cultural shifts change to encourage activities previously seen as reckless or dangerous such as climbing or sprinting down hallways.  Parkour gyms soar in popularity.  Impulsiveness changes from being discouraged to being the norm.  “But what makes you odd?”  becomes a standard interview question.

Eventually a new social class forms consisting of oddballs and outcasts who talk too loud, run too fast and get thrown into space.

Forgive me if this post isn’t perfect I’m not that good of a writer

Youtuber! Park Woojin

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Youtuber x Brand New Boys:
Youtuber! Im Youngmin II Youtuber! Kim Donghyun II Youtuber! Lee Daehwi

“Love is a lot like dancing, you surrender yourself to the music.” 

  • Youtuber who mainly uploads dance covers
  • But he also does vlogs where he doesn’t speak and it’s in first person pov and there’s just really chill music playing in the background
  • Uses youtube as a platform for him to express his creativity in editing cause in college, he minors in filming so his videos always come up really unique and different as he applies a lot of techniques he learned from his lecturers
  • He definitely prefers filming others rather than himself so it’s more likely you will see close up shots of his best friend, Jihoon, more than Woojin in some of his videos
  • He tried doing a q&a video but it just failed immediately cause he just became super shy when he faced the camera directly and he couldn’t even look straight at it
  • Replies to all his subscribers’ comments and is literally the sweetest person ever and is always downplaying how good he is at dancing
  • “I’m really not that good in dancing, you guys are too sweet.”
  • Yet he uploads a cover of bts’ fire the same day it was released which meant he only took 3 hours to learn and perfect the entire routine and that was super impressive considering how hard the dance was????
  • His behind the scenes video is also really funny cause he is such a dork in it
  • Repeats ‘cut’ like 101 times when he tries to do an intro
  • But his fan base grew when he became part of the youtube group: Brand New Boys where it was basically 4 boys uploading covers
  • Youngmin, Donghyun, Woojin & Daehwi were childhood friends who decided to create the account since they have been composing/choreographing music and dances since they were young
  • They realized they had to film 4 new videos with entirely different content each time they collab and they didn’t relly have time for that so Brand new Boys was formed
  • The four of them would do q&a and sometimes even vlogs  
  • So you were a dancer yourself who mainly does covers & create original choreography
  • You were pretty popular on youtube as you were part of a well-known dance studio (think 1 million studio) and you were one of the main dancers despite your young age as you had trained there since you were little hence you are always on their videos doing demos
  • But your main account wasn’t really popular since you barely uploaded and there were only 3-4 videos
  • One day you suddenly received a lot of subscribers and @ on a youtube channel
  • when you click on it, a bunch of girls was basically saying something about shipping you and a certain someone
  • Basically, Brand New Boys had been doing a live q&a when Daehwi basically exposed how Woojin was a huge fan of yours when the four of them was asked to tell a secret of another member
  • Their subscribers along with your fans from the dance studio just started freaking out and asked you two to collab
  • You were sort of freaking out cause if you had to pick out of the 4 of them, Woojin was undeniably your favourite cause he was so good at dancing
  • Like the thought of dancing with came up before you but you were so embarrassed knowing that he was super popular that you just shook it off
  • But you received a message right after that from Woojin’s personal youtube channel, saying that he was super sorry for disturbing you but if you were actually free, maybe you guys could work together on a dance
  • You honestly didn’t have much to do anyway so you said yes and you guys decided to do work on a cover of Jay Park’s ‘All I Wanna Do’ (guys I did not plan this lmao)
  • Your first meeting was cute
  • Like you guys will just awkwardly make small talks
  • But when it comes to dancing, something in you two just ignite
  • You guys only took one try after the rehearsal to get everything right
  • You were more shocked at how that shy boy just instantly changed right in front of you??? He was literally the definition of hot when he danced
  • Your heart was burning up at how his two different personalities like it was sooo charming to watch
  • So while uploading the video, you guys just spoke to each other about dancing
  • You learned at what age he learned dancing and his favorite dancing icons  
  • In turn, Woojin also learned a lot about you but you mostly did the talking cause he was still super stunned at how pretty you were
  • He did ask you out on a study date after the practice
  • The rest is history after he asked you to be his girlfriend through this super cheesy dance which he uploaded on youtube later on
  • Obviously, you said yes cause who could say no when he smiles with his snaggletooth
  • You will be appearing a lot more on Woojin’s youtube channel
  • There will be times where he just uploads a choreography to for a song that came out back in 2008  to surprise you as that was a song you have been recently listening to a lot
  • You guys will also be doing a lot of dances and you decided to revive your channel and your first video was the ‘boyfriend does my makeup challenge’ which ends up with your face being a mess but it’s okay you still love him
  • Whenever you guys finish filming a cover, silly dance battles will start
  • Woojin will be your dance partner whenever there was a couple part when you filmed for your studio cause that boy gets low key jealous whenever he sees someone else dancing with you
  • Pizza & Netflix is both you and Woojin’s kind of date
  • He will always be sending you song recommendations or his new spotify playlist
  • Eskimo kisses are both your favourite type of kisses

A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who requested for Youtuber! Woojin. I will be doing a Youtuber! au for all 4 members of Brand New Boys so 3 more to go ^^ Also, dedicated to @baeijns who is literally the sweetest mutual like she writes the nicest things when she reblogs and her wanna one’s incorrect text messages gives me life <3



A mouthful of a name for the compulsion to pull out your own hair. All hair, the hair on your head, arms, your eyelashes, eyebrows. Lots of people have it, it’s usually paired with anxiety and other lovely issues.  

Mine got worse when I felt anxious, my fingers would just curl up in my hair and I’d pluck a strand out. Then another one. And another one. During high school I’d beg the principal to allow me to wear a hat to school so no one could see the bald patches but he told me ‘Just stop pulling out your hair.’

Needless to say, I got picked on. A lot.

I suppose it was a learned habit though.

My mother pulled out her hair too.

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What do you think about when you hear the word sex?

For most, I bet it’s the moaning.
The golden lining of waists and hips being mined for the first time.

For some, it might be the kissing.
Their lips softer than the nights before.
Their lips rougher than the nails gripped into your back like #2 pencils finding comfort in old manual sharpeners versus new electronic ones. You have to work for it, right?

Some soft, some rough.
Some sweet good morning,
some angry after an argument.
Some with laughter,
some after tears.

The sweating that gives you the thought
“is this mine or is it hers?”

What is the best part about sex?

I bet most would say, the orgasm.

It is not.

Far from it.

I.) The build up, the foreplay, & the tension.

The selfish and selfless teasing.
The lowkey this is exciting smile.
The faces losing control
of all expression.
The bodies soft movements
between hands
gently moving to
where it doesn’t belong
to where you want them.

II.) The aftermath, the cuddle & the nap.

The wave of euphoric desires
long passed and you’ll sleep
as teaspoons and sugar cubes.
Simmering in a new cup of tea;
warm and added milk.
Your relaxed bodies stirring
the feelings of home, safety
and your favorite song,
your bodies at rest
and them in your arms;
all mixed into a warm
cup of tea composed of
wet bedsheets and
not knowing whose
arm is whose and
whose leg was hanging
off the bed because
it was way too hot
and sweaty under
the blanket.

You see, the act of sex.
The in between.
The hair grabbing.
The scratched backs.
The chest needing attention.
The necks because we’re vampires.
The hands not knowing where to feel next.
The tug of war motion.
The cramps from running marathons
while laying down.
The sweat from jogging a bridge in the middle of winter because the fan is on, but it sure feels like summer even if your windows are open and the rain covers the sounds of passion.
The sweat is confusion and peace finding a home on top of your skin.
The giggles because they made a cute mistake and it’s one you could live with.
It’s one that was needed from your long day.
The tears if you’re a first timer.
The warmth of how bodies join together;
your body’s way of holding hands.
Your innocence shaking hands and hugging sin for minutes and lasting up to four hours for some; or the whole day.
However your drive goes.
It’s different for everyone,
women to men,
women to women,
& men to men.
It matters not.

The middle part is not the best.
It is a blur. It is the bottle not the liquor.
It is the pill and not the chemicals inside.
It is the lamp and not the light provided.
It is the candle and not the scent given off.
It is the blue line of college rule paper,
but not the words written by a writer.
It is crucial, but it is also
the part where most get lost in.
I know I did.

Have you?

They call it lust.

The misplacement of trust
and the lack of communication.

The longing for skin
more than that person’s heart.

It’s more than reaching down their pants
or failing to unhook her bra
because you could never wrap
your head around the mechanics
of such a wonderful invention.

I know some men might read this
and go; god, this guy is soft.

Aight, go ask her right now. Go.
Ask her to name the best part.

It wasn’t how your tongue
could spell the alphabet
backwards, okay that’s
pretty dope,
but she’ll always
put foreplay and
cuddling above it.

Well, unless she’s a freak,
but I’m sure they love
the embracing parts too.

Who doesn’t want to feel safe
after being that open?
That vulnerable?
That honest?

To truly share yourself with someone
from heart, mind, soul and body;

If you can make them feel safe afterwards,
the orgasms will only be a minor detail

to this perfect painting they call making love.

I promise.

—  Sex, cuddling and never unhooking bras, correctly.
// k.c.

🌸Sexy Zone, revealing things about each other🌸

Profile questions:

Q1. Birth date
Q2. Birth place
Q3. Something I’m addicted to right now
Q4. Something I bought recently
Q5. Something I’d like to do this spring
Q6. My favourite quote
Q7. My character within the group

Matsushima Sou:

A1. 97/11/27
A2. Shizuoka
A3. Watching dramas
A4. Many concert DVDs so I can learn from their performances
A5. A trip to Kyoto
A6. „Every effort will surely be rewarded“. When I was in elementary school, a teacher told me these words.
A7. The one who is easy to make fun of. I often get corrected when I do mistakes and I feel like I get teased at least once a day.

Sato Shori:

A1. 96/10/30
A2. Tokyo
A3. Dancing. Especially to hip hop music from the 90’s!
A4. A dancing outfit. I got baggy clothes.
A5. Explore other regions. I am promoting my movie and having performances in March so I’m looking forward to going to many different places.
A6. „Even if it’s raining a rainbow might appear. But if you don’t hold your head high you won’t notice the rainbow.“
A7. Making witty comments. Five years ago it was different… the other four members were the ones who made witty comments about me (laughing).

Nakajima Kento:

A1. 94/3/13
A2. Tokyo
A3. Collecting book covers. Because when I carry scripts and notes in my bag, I don’t want them to get damaged.
A4. A bag with a painting of Dali printed on it. I bought it when I went to see a Dali exhibition!
A5. Magic tricks. While being at a shooting location I want to lift up the mood.
A6. „It is never too late to be what you might have been.“ (t/n: he said that in English)
A7. A skyrocket. Someone who tends to lead exciting conversations. It always makes everyone go „Wow!“

Marius Yo:

A1. 00/3/30
A2. Heidelberg (Germany)
A3. Going back to sleep after waking up. I set my alarm clock two hours before I need to wake up on purpose, so I can go back to sleep one more time. It feels good so I recommend it (laughing).
A4. Face lotion. I use three different types during the day.
A5. Hanami.
A6. „I like you.“ To family, friends, the fans, I want to use these words a lot!
A7. The youngest child. I’m loved by all members♡

Kikuchi Fuma:

A1. 95/3/7
A2. Tokyo
A3. A game called „Momotaro Dentetsu“. Since I finished my bachelor’s degree thesis now I’m enjoying it to the fullest.
A4. A black muffler. Other than buying them to use them with school uniforms, actually this is my first muffler ever.
A5. Dye my hair!
A6. None. I want to find a certain something through someone’s words. I’m still looking for it.
A7. Someone who sees things objectively. It’s important that there’s a balance within the group created by someone who is looking from the outside.

Shori x Sou

Shori: Recently, Sou’s text messages became short! Before that, his long sentences filled up the whole phone screen but now he texts only „Okay“. There isn’t even an exclamation mark!
Sou: That’s because all the members except me use short sentences. So I changed it to fit in.
Shori: The change is too sudden! I became worried because your writing was too different (laughing).
Sou: Well Shori, do you prefer long or short sentences then?
Shori: Either one is fine with me.
Sou: Don’t you think that long sentences are bothersome?
Shori: My partner should be able to send me whatever they want. So, can you reveal something about me?
Sou: In front of me you are like you usually are. When the two of us are on the radio, Shori is being his „natural“ self in front of me.
Shori: …aren’t you conceited? (laughing) But since I’m close to Sou in age, certainly I feel at peace with him.

Fuma x Kento

Kento: Kikuchi is often looking after the members’ hair so he’s the hair producer!
Fuma: Ah~ certainly. Even when I change my own hair style, I think about balancing it with the other members.
Kento: You often give advices too, right?
Fuma: I gave advices to Sou and Marius when they had a strange hair style (laughing). Related to hair, I have something to reveal about Nakajima. That guy said he wants to have short hair!
Kento: What’s with this situation’s mood!
Fuma: We were worried about Matsushima having short hair. So Nakajima said „Well, then I’ll  have short hair first“. It was like Dachou Club-san’s „Douzo douzo“ (laughing). 
Kento: Since no one continued after me, I really wanted to try it…
Fuma: Well, I think short hair would suit you too.

Sou x Marius

Sou: I think that Marius is really smart. Recently you’ve been studying hard, you even did the highest level in an English proficiency exam, right?
Marius: Yes. But I still don’t know the results yet.
Sou: After looking it up online, I read that in order to do that level, you need university level knowledge. It’s amazing that you challenged that at 16 years old.
Marius: Thank you~♡ Sou-chan… are you lonely? Since you’re often on your phone.
Sou: Am I not always together with Marius?
Marius: But Sou-chan is always playing with his phone!
Sou: No, Marius is always the one playing on his phone! Well, should we check who has more battery left on our phones right now?
Marius: Mine is at 39%.
Sou: Mine is still at 67%!
Marius: I’m sorry, I lost (laughing).

Marius x Fuma

Fuma: Marius is entering an age now in which he wants to change from having a cute character to start walking the path of being cool! Today he has even put up his bangs.
Marius: I’m in the middle of trying to figure out how to look more adult-like…
Fuma: Why not try out different things? However, I will tell you clearly if something doesn’t suit you.
Marius: Yes. I can rely on Fuma-kun who’s like my older brother ♪ But recently, I think I don’t want to have a spoiled character only.
Fuma: …now that you’re saying that, sometimes you send me weird text messages. And when I don’t reply to them, you go like „Ne, neee~!“ (laughing).
Marius: I see that you read them but I feel lonely (if you don’t reply)…
Fuma: That’s because your messages contain things like „I had a dream in which I was abducted by aliens“!? After reading that, I simply put my phone away (laughing)!

Kento x Shori

Kento: Shori didn’t say something like „I wonder if I should dye my hair“ before, he just did it and without telling anyone his hair became stylish. His hair change was natural.
Shori: Yeah, I didn’t say much.
Kento: Yes. When I heard about it later, you told me „Actually I got a perm then“ with a charming look on your face.
Shori: Even in front of me Kento-kun is the „idol-like Nakajima Kento“. Before we went out together for a meal, I was imagining things like „How is Kento-kun going to show up, what should I say to him first“. Then I totally impressed him.
Kento: As soon as we met, he said „Ah~ looks like usual“ (laughing).
Shori: Because I was imagining how you’re going to show up (laughing).

Keep in mind I am not a native speaker therefore there might be mistakes in my translations. Also I’m not exactly translating word for word. Feel free to correct me in my ask box any time you want, I’d appreciate it! I apologize if someone already translated something before me and I didn’t notice, I hope you don’t mind.

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Prompt: soulmate au where the things you draw appear on the other person, you can't write words so dan writes phil a melody of notes, phil then searches everywhere for the piano player with a song only for him

Phil watched TV, where there were all sorts of ads for art classes, so that whatever you drew was a great first impression!

He couldn’t draw. All he’d drawn on the inside of his wrist was a small lion. It wasn’t even a good lion, it was just a tiny circle with spikes around its head. For all he knew, it could be the sun. Or something like that.

He was so tired. He was so tired of searching. He didn’t even know if he had a soulmate anymore. Maybe they’d been hit by a bus. Or maybe there was an odd number of people in the world, and he was someone who didn’t have a soulmate. 

He didn’t know.

Turning off the TV with a yawn, he decided to go to bed. As he lay under his blue covers, wishing his life was different, he fell asleep.


Four years passed. Phil was 22 now, losing hope that he’d ever find his soulmate, and feeling every day get to him a little more than the last. It was a cold April morning, and he was tired. He walked to the bathroom, and started taking a shower, when he noticed something.


A music staff was being drawn on his arm, as he watched it in real time. It wasn’t neat, by any means, but it was music. He watched as the staff was filled in, a sharp beside the treble and bass clef, and it was filled in with music notes. “Holy shit,” he whispered. The writing was in black, while Phil’s lion, on the same arm, was in blue. The music continued for sixteen bars, and Phil wished he could read sheet music. Finally, it stopped, and there were… fireworks? That’s the only way he could describe it. The music was interrupted by fireworks. What could that mean?

Music… music…


There was a groan. “What?”

“I need your help for something!” He ran into Martyn’s room, who was rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I just got this on my arm. This music, Martyn, this is from my soulmate! I have a soulmate!” 

Martyn’s eyes widened, and he sat up instantly. “Oh my God.”

“Please, can you play it for me?”

He nodded, standing up. “Uh, okay, let me get dressed, meet me at the piano.”


Eventually, Martyn came back, and studied the music on Phil’s arm. “It’s… odd. I’ve never seen it before.”

“Do you think my soulmate wrote this?”

“Maybe.” Martyn stared at the music again, before beginning to play.

The melody was gentle, romantic, soft… it was beautiful. It was exactly what Phil could imagine seeing the love of his life to for the first time. It was almost a lullaby. Then… it stopped abruptly.

“What the-”

“Interrupted by fireworks,” Martyn muttered. “The music is just… it just stops.”

“That abruptly?”

“Yeah…” Martyn blinked, then leaned back, looking at Phil. “Phil, I don’t think this is something that would be on the internet. This is original work.”

“Wow,” whispered Phil. “I… I’m gonna record it. I’m gonna record this music, just for myself. Just so that one day… I might find them.”

“Them? Not her?”

“I mean, who knows?”

“Fair enough.” Martyn stood. “You’re gonna need to go to a lot of music bars and stuff to work that one out. Good luck, Phil. You’re gonna need it.”


Phil had given up. Over six months had passed, and his soulmate hadn’t written anything else. Just the same music. Every now and again, they would rub it out, and Phil would watch excitedly, only to see the same music written just a bit neater. Interrupted by fireworks, of course. Why? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.

He was at a house party for his university, watching people milling around with alcohol, laughing and chatting, but Phil just felt tired. Tired and lonely. He could hear the music in his head again, the gentle piano melody that he had branded into his brain, but still felt terrible. Usually the music was enough to make his mind slow down, enough to make him think straight. But now, it sounded like it was filtering through a room, barely loud enough to hear correctly.

PJ glanced at Phil, pouring himself a drink. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” muttered Phil miserably.

“Why so glum, chum? It’s Guy Fawkes’ Night! Go light a firecracker or something!”

Phil shrugged slightly, and PJ looked up. “Where’s that music coming from?”

“Music?” questioned Phil.

“The piano music. Can you hear it?”

Phil’s jaw dropped. “You… you hear it? The piano?”

“Yeah, I- Phil?”

But Phil had taken off running, trying to find the mysterious piano player. He didn’t care. He had to find them. He pushed past people making out, people who were standing and talking, and ran up the stairs. The music was getting louder. Louder and louder. Phil could feel it reverberating in a way that only a real piano could. Finally, breathing heavily, he found a door. The musician was right behind it.

He opened it slowly, ever so slowly, and saw… him.

The boy was playing, his eyes closed and his fingers quick and nimble across the keys. His fingers were long, pale, but his hair was dark. Not black, not like Phil’s, but brown. Phil could see his silhouette against the window. He was listening to the song, and the music continued after the abrupt pause that it reached when it got to the fireworks on his arm. This had to be it. He had to be the one.

He was beautiful.

“It’s you,” whispered Phil, and the piano stopped. The boy looked up. He was younger than Phil, his eyes a gorgeous, chestnut brown that were filled with kindness and warmth. His lips were a baby pink colour, and his cheekbones were high. His hair curled atop his head. 

“Lion?” asked the boy, tilting his head slightly. His voice… his voice… it was so… it was… so…

“Yeah. Yeah, I drew a lion.” Phil approached him slowly. “Hi, I’m… I’m Phil.”

“Phil,” repeated the boy quietly. “My name is Dan.”

“Dan,” whispered Phil. It sounded so perfect. He looked so perfect. Phil moved closer still, and said, “The music. It was so… so…”

“I named it ‘Interrupted By Fireworks’,” said Dan. 

“That’s why there were fireworks before it ended!”

“Yeah, exactly.” Dan bit his lip, then smiled. “I’m so glad I found you.”

“You have no idea.” Phil tucked a strand of Dan’s hair behind his ear, and he giggled with some embarrassment.

“Sorry, I- I didn’t get to straighten my hair today. It’s usually not this hobbit-like.”

“I like it. I think… I think it’s beautiful.”

Phil’s hand lingered on Dan’s jaw. “Soulmates, huh?” he asked softly.

“Sounds like it,” Dan breathed back, and Phil glanced down at his lips, then back up again. He was about to close the distance, when-


“What the-?!” Phil jumped, as the window lit up with bright colours. Dan started laughing.

“What a way to begin. Interrupted by fireworks.” Dan bit his lip, then closed the gap between Phil and himself.


Fireworks in the air outside, and in Phil’s mind, as he kissed Dan for the first time, feeling truly content, like the world was his to conquer. He had found the one. They were united, a force against the world, and finally, Phil was happy.

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When We’re Human Again


Rating: K

Word Count: 2,900~

Summary: Based on @artsycrapfromsai‘s Beauty and the Beast AU. In which Ford becomes human again after years spent cursed as an enchanted journal, and Stanley and the kids realize happy endings are often a lot more complicated and messy than one might initially perceive.

The fading laughter was what let him know the onslaught had finally ended. Ford sensed the distant pelt of vibrations against the stone, moving towards the balcony, towards-


An insidious tendril of dread began to suffocate him as he realized his cursed form was wholly unable to come to his brother’s aid. And worst of all, the young man— Gideon, his name was?— abused him enough that his binding was starting to unravel at a dangerous rate.

Wild gales assaulted delicate parchment, threatening to cleave these pages from his trampled spine and leave him barren. He feared this wind was bitter enough to seep through even his brother’s thick fur, but as he didn’t possess the nerve endings required to differentiate temperature, there really was no way to tell.

Stanley mentioned playing in snow on the castle grounds with the children the other day, though, hadn’t he?

He lay sprawled on his back, trapped within his roving thoughts and functionally helpless without his brother or one of the young siblings to pick him up. The long years had chipped away at him, cruelly stripping bundles of parchment from his binding with each passing month— each page representing a portion of his memory. He’d already lost so much of his childhood and early life to this unstoppable decay. In fact, in his present state he found he barely recalled how he’d been cursed into this form to begin with.

What was it like, Ford wondered, to be human? To have strong limbs extending in every direction? The ability to contort and move his form by deliberate choice? What did it feel like to hold an ink quill and write manually for once? To consciously express emotion in more than simple text on page? Faintly, he thought he recalled a time when all of these actions and properties were overlooked mundanities— but he’d been imprisoned within this leather bound journal for so long that sometimes the thought of anything else but this existence faded into obscurity within seconds. And this frightened him.

I can’t even remember… what I once looked like, he realized in a pang of panic.

How much humanity did he have left to spend?

The few pages still bound fluttered endlessly in the wind, and he desperately struggled to keep ahold of them. He imagined his own thoughts appearing on pages in written word, frantic pleads for help, in the futile hope that continuing to mark his own parchment would somehow retain his connection with it. He felt another page tear away. Heard it as it cut through the air like a thin blade.

N-no… please…

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anonymous asked:

Can u give me some hhd house designing tips?? I really need some thanks!!!🌸

Of course, of course! Here’s some basic tips that are pretty helpful!

  • Don’t be afraid to place items in the center of the room! Back when I was playing Wild World and City Folk, I would always put all of my furniture against the wall. Use your whole room!
  • Use QR codes and your own custom designs on furniture, make your rooms exceptionally original
  • Have a bit of a plan in your head before designing. For example, picking out the size of the room and what theme you want (ex. zen, pink, wood, plant, candy, pastel, goth, etc.)
  • Use furniture for their unintended purposes! Flip bookcases around and use them as tables, use items such as the changing room for wall dividers, use dressers as headboards for beds, anything you can come up with!
  • Have more than one room, or divide a room into sections. Having the basics is good, unless you’re going for something special in your house like a school bus or a spaceship or something, then this doesn’t apply. Try to have a living room/main room and a kitchen! Kitchens are the funnest rooms to set up, if you ask me~
  • Decorate! Fill empty spaces on book cases and tables with knickknacks such as an aroma pot, plants, papers, pictures, etc.
  • Have your own style! This isn’t super important, but it will help you stand out. I like to repeat certain tricks in most of my rooms, such as having a clock in every room, having a stereo for background noise, putting objects behind couches if they aren’t against the wall, things like that
  • Get creative with your exteriors! Make them look like cozy suburban yards, plant some flowers, maybe lay down a picnic blanket. Maybe your client lives in a cabin in the woods, surround their house with lots of cedar trees, spread out the occasional four-leaf clover, add a bonfire. How about living in the big city? This calls for some QR codes, or designs you make yourself! Place tiles down to make it look like your house is sitting on the side of a busy street, use those outdoor decoration items such as the cars and street lights to your advantage!
    Add plants! Plants liven up every room, no matter the theme! Put them on the floor, on a shelf, on the wall, even on the ceiling!
  • Refurbish items! It’s easy, it really makes your room look even better!
  • Add little fish and insects as pets!
  • Place mushrooms outside! They look adorable! You can find them at the end of the food section
  • Use mood lighting! Different colored lamps give off a different kind of glow! A good and simple way to use this is by refurbishing the modern lamp. Monochromatic = normal lighting (white), red tone = red lighting, blue tone = blue lighting, green tone = green lighting, yellow tone = yellow lighting, gray tone = normal lighting. Adding more than one lamp in the same room will make the room brighter, so if you want a really red room, try using four lamps!

I think that covers most of it! I’m actually going to post a little mood lighting guide on my blog soon. I hope this helps a little bit! I’m not the best at explaining things. ^^’

After Hours - A Peter Parker Imagine

Hey guys! I decided to write a “quick” imagine about Peter Parker because honestly who doesn’t love that boy? I hope you all like it!! 

Characters: Peter Parker, Reader

Warnings: None besides fluff and stress 

Word Count: 1543 

Summary: Reader works the night shift at the library. Peter comes in regularly and because he is extremely stressed and polite, the reader lets him stay after hours. But as he becomes more and more sleep deprived and stressed, she decides to step in. 

(Y/N) enjoyed working the night shift at the public library. It was quite peaceful; just her and the books. It was almost always empty, maybe a few stragglers picking up last minute books to study with. From eight to ten p.m.. she spent her time arranging the books, picking out a few to check out for herself, and finishing up her homework before locking the doors.

But tonight was different. (Y/N) hadn’t realized that the boy was even there at first. She had been putting away a book in the reference section when she saw him. He was sitting at a desk that was made to comfortably fit four people, except it was covered in his things. He was surrounded in a chaos os notebooks, textbooks, highlighters, binders, and other school supplies. His gelled auburn hair looked as if he had been pulling it and then trying to fix it. All in all he looked like a mess, but a cute one.

(Y/N) didn’t approach him at first. Actually he was the first to say anything at all.

“Excuse me, Miss, can you help me find a book real quick? I need it for this project and I’m hopeless at find it?” The boy asks (Y/N), looking desperate.

(Y/N) can actually feel her heart strings being pulled by his sad look. She decides to help him, even though the library is supposed to close in ten minutes. He was very polite about it, I mean he even called her Miss!

“Sure, what book are you looking for? I can search it up on our catalog system and bring it over.” (Y/N) responds with a soft smile.

“It’s called “Principles of Modern Chemistry” by Oxtoby.” The boy answers, his eyes shining with hope that she would be successful at finding the book.

“One sec, I’ll be right back.” She answers softly.

(Y/N) searches for the book on the system and find that the last copy is in the science section, and not the reference section like she would have thought. She makes a mental note to recategorize it when she is done helping the boy.

After a few minutes of Peter continuing what looks like meaningless scribbles in one of the many notebooks surrounding him, (Y/N) returns, chemistry book in hand.

“Here you go, for some reason it was in the wrong section. When your done with it, just bring it back to me so I can put it where it belongs.” She says, placing the book gently down on the table, not wanting to disturb the chaos the boy created.

Pure relief washes over the boy’s face, he picks up the book and immediately begins flicking through it’s pages.

“Thank you so, so much! This is exactly what I need. You really are the best!” H says, shining the brightest smile at her, causing a small blush to adorn her soft cheeks.

“It’s all apart of the job; I’m just glad I could help.” She responds with a small smile.

“Oh, one more question, when does the library close? Just so I know when to clean up.” He asks.

(Y/N) thinks of how kind and polite the boy has been and decides to do him a favor, seeing as he seemed to need it.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m not going anywhere so take your time.” She responds, and turns to finish putting away the rest of the books on the cart.

After that night, the boy was back every night after. He would always shyly ask (Y/N) for help finding something, and she would always let him stay after hours to finish. She really didn’t mind. Her parents were always working nights, so being in the library with him was better than being alone in her apartment. And he was so polite and kind and frankly, he was very very cute. Not that she would say anything.

After the seventh night that week, though, she was very concerned for his well being. He was here every night well past midnight, and she had a feeling he didn’t stop working when he got home. He had dark bags under his eyes, he was paler than normal (or what she thought was normal), and at this point, his eyes were extremely bloodshot. He looked like a zombie. Part of her wanted to wrap him in a blanket and tuck him into bed. The other half of her wanted to knock him upside the head and tell the him to actually take care of himself. But she barely knew the boy. For god’s sake, she didn’t even know his name. All she knew was that he was very into science and very stressed.

But, after he put his head in his hands and looked as if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, (Y/N) decided to take action. She mustered up all her bravery and walked over to his usual table and sat across from him. At first, he was too wrapped up in his head to notice she was there. But the she cleared her throat and he jumped like a startled child with the hand caught in the cookie jar.

“Hi.” She says wearing her signature soft smile.

“Oh, uh, hi. Um, is the library closing? I’m sorry I didn’t ev-” Peter starts getting more worked up then he was before but (Y/N) cut him off.

“No, no you’re fine. I was wondering if you’d like some tea? Maybe a break from this as well? You look as if you might have a breakdown at any moment. Also, I haven’t seen you eat or drink anything since you got here and it’s been four hours. I don’t think that’s very healthy.” (Y/N) says.

“Oh, uh, tea would be very nice actually. Thank you.” He responds shyly, a light blush on his cheeks.

“I keep some of the good tea in the break room, where I usually eat my dinner. It’s just behind the front desk.” (Y/N) says, standing up and beginning to walk over.

Peter is unsure if he should stay put or follow, but before he could decide, (Y/N) stops in her tracks and turns.

“Are you coming?” She asks, and Peter scrambles to follow. The both quietly, but not awkwardly, walk into the breakroom. Peter sits in one of the chair at the small table while (Y/N) sets on boiling water for the tea.

She works in silence, pulling out some honey and two mugs with book puns on them from the cupboard. When the water is done boiling, she places two tea bags in the mugs and pours some honey in each mug, mixing it in with spoons. She sits across from Peter again, this time holding the mugs of hot tea.

As soon as Peter takes a sip of the tea, his whole body relaxes. He didn’t realize how tightly he was wound until he felt all his muscles practically give and he almost melts into the table.

“Thank you for the tea. I already feel much better.” Peter says, causing (Y/N) to smile.

“I could tell you were pretty stressed. Tea always helps me feel better when I’m stressed. That chem project must really be killing you.” She responds, sipping from her own mug.

Peter knew that he knew her from somewhere besides the library. She goes to his school for gods sake! She was in his AP Biology, Advanced Robotics, and Gym class. He feels stupid and selfish for not realizing it sooner. He was so wrapped up in his head with this project and growing pile of homework that he didn’t even think.

“I am just so busy all the time that the projects and homework is piling up and I feel like I can’t catch up.” He responds, the stress building up again.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I spend pretty much all my time here doing nothing. I could help you if you’d like. That way you could catch up and actually get some sleep.” She responds smiling.

“Hey, I do actually sleep!” Peter responds defensively, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

“Peter, I hate to burst your bubble, but you look like death warmed over. Your eyes are bloodshot for heaven’s sake!” She replies with a warm laugh.

“But t-thank you for offering to help. Y-You don’t have to do that. It’s very kind of you.” Peter replies shyly.

“It’s my pleasure. And it gives me something interesting to do while I’m here! How much work do you have that has to be finished by tonight?” (Y/N) asks, placing her finished mug of tea down.

“I just need to finish my calc packet but I sh-” Peter starts but (Y/N) cuts him off.

“Then we’ll finish the calc packet together and then you’re going home and sleeping. We can finish the rest later. If you don’t sleep your cognitive function is going to suffer and then you won’t learn as well in class and will struggle even more with finishing your work.” (Y/N) retorts before standing, leaving Peter speechless.

“Now come on, those formulas aren’t going to use themselves.”

Okay, that’s all for now guys. I hope you enjoyed this because I worked hard and I’m actually pretty proud of it!! 

ladyccr  asked:

Thank you so much for doing my request it was awesome! Mind if I request another from you? Possibly something a bit angsty or sad with hanzo. He is gone for an extremely long missions and when he comes back his s/o is sick, like almost dying. He urges for people to help her and even gets mad at her for not taking better care of herself, but all she can talk about is how happy she is to see him home safe. She could pass or we could see her live, whatever you like.

I like it.

I think the McCree one was sadder but I like it. There be fluff too

The flight was long, but all Hanzo could think of was you. How long it had been since he’d last seen you. And the fact that at the beginning of the flight, he had been passed a note by a man waiting, who had shown his Overwatch badge to him. What he’d read had made his blood run cold. Without delay he’d gotten on the flight.

Of course, it wasn’t easy infiltrating a Talon base. But Hanzo had been up for the task, and at the time you had been proud of him for offering to go as well. This job in Overwatch seemed to make Hanzo happy, since it helped others. Made him feel like perhaps he was redeeming himself for the past. As long as it made him happy, then it made you happy to.

Hanzo rarely had a chance to talk to you, as most communicators were down in case of them getting found or hacked. For the time he did talk to you, Hanzo had been brief. Every time, you had sounded just relieved to hear his voice, to know he was safe and every time, Hanzo had forgotten to take the time and remember to cherish you in your brief talks.

The flight touched down almost thirteen hours after it had taken off. Hanzo had managed to convince them to let him off first, and he was quick to leave, not even bothering with his luggage. 

A taxi took him to the hospital, where he knew you would be. Both of you had known that that you were sick before he left, but the doctors said you would be fine. That it was rarely life threatening.

This was almost four months ago, before Hanzo had left for this mission. In all of that time, Hanzo…had been so wrapped up in his mission that he’d never asked if you were better, that he hadn’t thought the sickness would turn into something more.

It took almost ten minutes to find directions, and he was lucky he didn’t nearly snap off their head, his impatience growing more and more by the second. Anxiety laced through him and had been growing steadily since he’d received the note, but there had been no way to get to you faster.

The note itself wasn’t even from you- it was from Genji, his brother, who thought it important Hanzo be made aware of the situation at hand. Apparently you’d known for more then a month that you were ill, but had kept it secret as not to disturb his mission. 

It angered him that you thought anything was more important then you, that his mission  was more important to complete then coming home to take care of you. You mattered so much more, no matter how focused he’d seemed.

Striding briskly through the halls, it took everything in him not to bolt. To shove people aside and run for the room you were in. God, Hanzo was so afraid. He was so, so afraid of what he’d find, of what the doctors would tell him. All Hanzo knew is that he should have been here from the beginning, taking care of you.

When Hanzo got to your door, he felt like the air was knocked out of him. It was you, but there were dark circles under your eyes. You were pale, and very thin. Hanzo felt he like he was looking at a ghost, a shell of the woman he’d left four months ago. 

Covering his mouth, Hanzo tried to breath. He was shaking, and his legs felt weak. At that moment, you caught sight of him and your eyes…they were still so vibrant and full of life. 

“Hanzo!” you said, and even your voice sounded different. Softer, more raspy, like you were having a difficult time speaking. Immediately you held out a hand toward him. “I didn’t…I didn’t know you were back today. But I’m so happy to see you! How did the mission go?”

For the life of him, he didn’t know how to answer. Honestly, Hanzo wasn’t even sure he’d heard. The world was blurring in his eyes, but he forced back the tears that threatened to spill. All he could see was how small and frail you were, and know that the possibility of losing you was real.

And that plausibility caused quick, irrational anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Hanzo hissed, walking over and he took your hand, trying to be gentle. Your skin was so cold…

The smile didn’t disappear, and you tilted your head slightly. “It would have interfered, and besides, I’m going to get better,” you said, and you rubbed your thumb over his hand gently. “Was it a success?”

His other hand clenched into a fist and Hanzo tried so hard to relax, not to turn and punch something. This was the first time he’d ever felt violent urges in his anger, but he was beyond distressed.

“Who cares about the damned mission?” Hanzo snarls, barely able to keep his voice down. “You should have told me this over the phone! I would have come back to take care of you!”

Slowly you seemed to sink back a bit, a smile still tugging uncertainly at your lips as you stared up at him. “I-I…I didn’t want to disrupt your mission, Hanzo. It was important to you. Besides, I’m okay. It’ll be okay. There was no need for you to come take care of me-” you started to say.

A fist slammed down on the table beside the bed and the wood cracked under the force of Hanzo’s hand. He was breathing hard, and Hanzo was having a hard time making himself look at you. 

“Obviously there is,” Hanzo snaps, “because you can’t seem to take care of yourself. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t need me.” His voice comes out much more harsh then he could ever imagine. There’s a moment of silence as the two of you stare at each other, Hanzo breathing hard.

Slowly you pull your hand from his, and you look away, having to wipe the tears out of his eyes. “I always need you,” you whispered. “I always miss you. I know I’m a burden. But these missions make you happy, make you feel like your doing something important and that’s all I want in this world for you, for you to know happiness.”

The heat of Hanzo’s anger slowly died as he watched you wiping away your tears, and he felt only shame as you started to turn away. This was the first time he’d managed to make you turn from him, and he knew that his anger had been misplaced from the beginning. And to learn that you thought you were a burden to him…

All this rage came from the worry he’d felt, and the anger Hanzo felt towards himself for not being there when you needed him. In the end, he had hurt your feelings over something silly. You loved him, and you had kept your illness secret so that he could focus. So that Hanzo would not freak out the way he was now. So that you wouldn’t be a bother.

“Beloved, I….I’m sorry. That…was inexcusable of me,” Hanzo said, pushing the hair from his face and feeling like a monster. “I did not mean to yell at you. You did not deserve it….I am only angry at myself.”

Hanzo sat on the edge of the hospital bed and reached over to slowly but gently rub your arm through the heavy blanket. He can’t help but be extra cautious, in fear that you might break by even the smallest touch.

Sniffling, you stared at the wall ahead. “Do you know…how often I feel like a nothing but a nuisance to you? I thought…maybe you’d have missed me too when you came back…” you whispered, your fingers clutching the edge of the pillow. Tears slid down your cheeks, and you felt rather pathetic for it.

The more you spoke, the worse Hanzo felt and after a moment he crawled into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his face into your neck. You still messed like vanilla and cherries, he thought vaguely, and it felt so good just to hold you.

The idea that you thought he wouldn’t have missed you….That you weren’t always on his mind was utterly outrageous. 

“I’ve missed you more then anything in this world, cherry blossom. I wake and sleep to the thought of you, knowing that you are mine to love and that I have you to return to. I…I am ashamed, for making you think otherwise. For making you feel like you were anything less then the love of my life,” Hanzo said softly, before turning you in his arms so you laid facing him. 

Gently his fingers wiped away your tears. “I love you, y/n. So much…You have never been a burden on me. If anything, I’ve been a burden on you. And I want you to know you are the most important person in my life…so please…forgive me,” Hanzo said softly, pressing his forehead to yours, hoping that you could forgive him for being so rude and unkind, and letting his temper get away with him.

You sniffled, but it was extremely hard to resist when looking into his eyes and being held in his arms. You weren’t sure if you believed him when he said that you were not a burden, but you believed him when he said he hadn’t meant his earlier outburst.

Slowly you nestled against him, pressing your cheek to his chest. “I’ll always forgive you, Hanzo. I love you,” you whispered, and enjoyed the warmth of his body in the bed. “The doctors said that they could release me in a few days, provided I make sure to take the medicine they prescribed daily.”

“And take it you will, “ Hanzo said gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head. Relief filled him, now that he knew it would be okay. Now that he knew that you would be okay.

Hesitating, you blushed a little. “Will…will you stay with me? I want to stay in your arms a bit longer….” you said, feeling embarrassed to be asking this.

Hanzo lifted your face and gave you a soft kiss. “Of course, my cherry blossom,” Hanzo murmured, before the two of you nestled together for the evening.

The Four Visitations - hollycomb - Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
Ben Solo's unseen mentor promises a peek at his destiny. Armitage Hux is not prepared to see a stranger walk through the wall of his room and ask him what year this is, but he's willing to give even a hallucination the time of day. He's never had a friend before.
By Organization for Transformative Works

What even is this fic?? I’m not sure I figured it out until writing the final paragraph ffff this is all over the place tonally but I think I like it? I THINK?? It was originally based on some time travel-y ideas about Ben and Armitage interacting when they were young and then at different ages, which I’ve also covered in other fics in perhaps better or more interesting ways BUT I never tire of Snoke Ruined Everything origin stories, so here’s another one. I had a lot of fun writing it, anyway, because it’s largely them snapping at each other in ways that become affectionate the longer they speak, my weakness. 

I almost forgot this important theme song!

Allow Yourself

STEVE ROGERS x Plus Size Reader

Request:  I love your blog, I was wondering if you could write a fic about a reader that is really insecure about their arms and acne because trust me, there is NOTHING out there for that

You have a bad day and Steve just wants you to be honest.

Content: Self-hate, insecurities, physical pain, arguments, comfort

It was one of those days where you couldn’t wear anything other than long sleeves, even though it was 90 degrees outside and completely sunny. The shorts you could do; sometimes the heat was just way too much to handle to go out completely covered. But the arms were a no-go. You’d tried about four different tank tops and two different short-sleeved shirts, but you just couldn’t stand the way you felt with your arms out. Or the way your arms looked. And you knew that you would sweat, and sweating in itself was embarrassing, and then your acne would get ten times worse because of the oil and sweat caking your pores, and that was also a nightmare, but you literally couldn’t handle your arms.

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New Around Here

Originally posted by lilygarlands

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Hotch x Female Reader         Setting: Late Season 12

A/N: Happy Smuturday! This is following my dreams of what Hotch and Jack are up to now. Also unprotected sex, wrap it up folks! Also the ending sucks formatting wise. Hooray for mobile and not getting still.xoxo Stu

The bearded man had been coming into the diner nearly every weekday for lunch for the last two weeks. The only reason you noticed him at all was he tended to nod at you in your usual booth in the corner, that and he was rather attractive. You guessed he knew you were the boss by the way you knew the regular’s by name and kept busy on your laptop scheduling the deliveries and checking the accounts.

Today was about that time to make a formal introduction, since he had become your latest regular after all. You waited until he was served his Tuna Melt before beginning your usual circle through the dining area. Elsie was the Tues-Thurs-Sat server and you were glad you had her diligence on your staff. She smiled warmly as you started in the far corner, “Y/N? Will you drop off Table 5′s check for me?”

“Sure thing, Elsie. Good job today, that late breakfast crowd was brutal.”

She shrugged, “Eh, no biggie, they were generous too.”

The Gerritsens were in the back booth, like every Thursday. An old couple that had matching windbreakers on despite the bright afternoon outside. They had been married for 58 years and made sure everyone knew it. Then there was Old Tom, perched at the counter grumbling at the day time talk show hosts, his extra bacon BLT half finished as he slurped his fourth coffee refill.

These faces were like home, imperfect yet welcoming. You felt so lucky to have them come back week after week.

Aaron was getting used to the pace of his day, which naturally meant much less structure than when he led the BAU. He had started teaching at the local community college along the California- Nevada border. His alias was that of a newly divorced dad from Minnesota, the Marshals had arranged him to become James Spivey. Jack had been given the name Jordan, a slightly easier transition than his father. He was adjusting to the new school and making friends quickly.

Considering Peter Lewis was still on the run, the Hotchners were given a larger security detail than most Witness Protection participants. Aaron felt his shadow at all times, but so far the civilians hadn’t caught on. Jack’s Marshals were posing as security guards at school and they regrouped in shifts at the small family’s residence. Lecturing gave him some thing to do and let him use his experience without exposing his past. The diner just off the small campus gave Aaron a respite from socializing with the other faculty.

He ate his deliciously fried sandwich before starting his side salad, because no one was here to scold him. The lovely owner was making her way to touch base with her regulars, which was earlier than her usual routine. Aaron had noticed her over the course of his time in town and how she seemed to brighten the mood of everyone she interacted with. He had learned she had inherited the diner from an uncle and left a career in Nursing somewhere in the South. Profiling was not an easily forgotten ability; he had figured she was single and a workaholic.

“Need anything else today Professor?” The red headed waitress asked, refilling his water glass.

Aaron wiped his mouth with a napkin and shook his head. “Not today, thanks Elsie.” She was studying Elementary Education at the school, he had seen her on campus on her off days.

“Take your time,” She smiled gently and left the bill upside down in front of his unused coffee mug.

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So we all know how much of a sucker Steve is for Tony when he’s in his element in the workshop, with his grease-stained face and tight tank tops etc. etc. But I also feel like Tony would be exactly the same for Steve when he’s painting.

Like imagine Tony asking JARVIS where Steve is one afternoon, and he replies that he’s in the art studio Tony designed for him when they first moved in together. Tony’s just arrived back from a business meeting and hasn’t seen Steve in like, at least four days, which is pretty much illegal and just inherently wrong- so he makes his way up to the studio in order to fix that.

When he wanders in the room and sees what’s going on, he stops dead.

(beware the read more, mobile users!)

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