he was sensitive


For anon…[sorry if this is a little late, I hope you’re feeling better, love!] Enjoy!

“Y/N?” your boyfriend called, “I was told you didn’t report to your station.”
You let out a pathetic groan.

The masked man smirked underneath his mask. He removed it, having already closed your door. He softly smiled as he saw you curled up on your bed. He sat at the edge, brushing a bit of your hair out of the way. Being Force sensitive, he already knew what was wrong.

“Would you like some chocolate?” he offered.
“Yes please,” you told him meekly, “And some medicine.”
“You haven’t taken any?” he asked gently.
You shook your head. “I haven’t left my bed.”
“That bad, huh?”
You nodded again.

Kylo Ren reached over and turned off your lights. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back with both,” he assured you, “And I’ll stay in case you need anything else.”
You gave him a feeble smile. “Thank you, babe. Love you.”

You puckered your lips, causing him to chuckle. It was a sound only you heard. He lowered himself once more before giving you a brief kiss. Despite this being one of your worst periods yet, you knew your boyfriend would make it more bearable.

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Tomato Soup: Madison x Reader

Hamilton: Modern AU

1,413 words 

Summary: James Madison is sick and needs someone to take care of him. (It’s cuter than it sounds) Also included: Jefferson bitching about Hamilton. 

A/N: My first not-The Upper Hand fic!!! James Madison really doesn’t get enough love from the HamFam. He’s sweet and sensitive and you know there’s some rockin’ biceps under that colonial jacket ;) 

Originally posted by imayhavepunchedhim-itsablursir

You were at work when you got the call.

You and James Madison had been out for two dates so far, and tonight was going to be your third. When his name came up on your caller ID, your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. He texted you often during the day, just to check on you and say that he missed you, but phone calls were rare. As a member of Congress, he attended numerous meetings during the day.

As you answered your phone, you recalled the times of the meetings he would have today. He was supposed to be in one right now, and there was another one at 3 PM. Something was up.

“Hey, James. What’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, his voice more husky than usual. “I’m so sorry.”

Your excitement fades into suspicion.

“I’m sick again.” He coughs, and you cringe. He doesn’t sound well.

“I can hear it in your voice.”

He chuckles hoarsely. “Sweetie, I won’t be able to make our date tonight.”

“Oh.” You knew it was coming, but you were still disappointed all the same.

“But if it makes you feel any better, I can’t make the important cabinet meeting this afternoon either, so Jefferson’s just as disappointed. He thinks he needs backup while he argues this whole Treasury bill thing with Hamilton.”

He’s already told you about the animosity between Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton. Both were in the President’s cabinet and greatly differed in their opinions about virtually every issue. Jefferson constantly called and texted James complaining about Hamilton or coming up with a scheme to discredit him. It was exhausting just listening to James talk about it.

Your silence leads James to believe that you’re upset.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” he says, sounding genuinely concerned.

“No, I understand, James. Don’t worry about me. Go home and take care of yourself.”

You can hear him smile into the phone. “I’ll try my best.”

When you hang up, your mind starts formulating a plan. You didn’t care if he wasn’t well enough to take you to that new Italian restaurant. Just spending time with him would be enough. Maybe you could put together a little get well package and bring it to him at his apartment. His favorite soup, some ice cream, Nyquil, cough drops, tissues, and his favorite movie might help make him feel more comfortable. You start making a list of supplies.

After work and a quick trip to the store, you knock on James’ door, awkwardly juggling several bags of supplies and food. A few long moments pass, and you start to worry that he might be asleep. Maybe you should have called…

The door opens and a very sleepy, disheveled-looking James appears in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. His face brightens when he recognizes you.

“Y/N! What a surprise!” he exclaims unenergetically. “It’s so great to see you, but—” He sneezes into his elbow. “But I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I have a tough immune system,” you said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Plus, someone’s got to take care of you.”

He has no more strength to argue with you, so he steps aside to let you inside. You know the layout of his apartment fairly well—he had taken you there after dinner on Date #2—so you head straight to the kitchen and dump your bags on the counter. After you put the ice cream in the freezer you put the soup in a pot on the stove to heat up.

You grab the bag full of Nyquil, tissues, cough drops, and his favorite movie and find him in the living room, lying on the couch. He’s wrapped in the blanket so you can see only the top of his head. He opens one eye when you perch at the edge of the couch near his knees.

“What did you bring me?” he asks.

“Just some stuff to get you better,” you say mysteriously, revealing the items as you put them on the coffee table. “Normal stuff for colds. Plus, Lady and the Tramp.”

He smiles weakly. “That’s my favorite.”

“Yeah, I remembered. You wanna watch it?”

He nods eagerly, and you get up to put the DVD in the player. When you come back to the couch, he sits up and holds one arm out, inviting him to cuddle with you. You oblige, curling into his side as he wraps the blanket around your shoulders. You feel warm and safe and content, breathing in his gentle scent of laundry soap and cologne.

Thirteen minutes into the movie James’ phone buzzes jarringly against the glass coffee table. You grab it, opening the messages. It’s from Jefferson.

Mads, Hamilton just insulted me! He said “Mr. Age of Enlightenment” but like in a really sarcastic tone. He’s so rude. I need you here.

“Guess the cabinet meeting ran a little long,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he reads the message.

Another message:

He just insulted me again—he said I’m always hesitant with the President! Obviously I am because Washington obviously favors him over than me. He wouldn’t be anything without Washington by his side. Help me!!!

James groans when he reads the next message and reaches for his phone. “I have to call him,” he grumbles. “I should’ve been there today.”

“No!” You hold the phone out of his reach, knowing that he will be too weak to fight you for it. “You need to rest. Stop thinking about work and focus on getting better.”

The phone in your hand buzzes again, but you turn it off and stick it in your back pocket. He weakly pouts at you, but you remain strong. You can’t let him worry about Jefferson; it’ll just make him sicker.

“I’m just gonna take your phone with me into the kitchen. The soup is almost ready.”

Once you’re out of his sight, you read Jefferson’s next message.

He just insulted you! He called you “mad as a hatter”, which is a pretty sick play on words I must admit. But he insulted YOU!!! He said you’re in worse shape than the national debt. Don’t worry. I’ll defend you!

You feel as insulted as Jefferson does. Sure, James may not ooze charm and sex like Hamilton does, but he is an attractive man (with a great-looking body) and cares about his constituents. He is sensitive and loving and so cute when he’s cuddly. Grinning, you put James’ phone on the counter and serve two bowls of tomato soup.

“Oh, sweetie, tomato soup is my favorite.” James lights up when you hand him his bowl. “This is the perfect comfort food.”

“I totally agree,” you murmur. “Do you need help with your soup? I could feed you.”

He chuckles. “No, I’m not an invalid. Thank you, though. You’re the best.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling his lips kissing the top of your head. How did you find a man so caring and loving?

“You know, it’s more fun when you kiss my lips,” you say suggestively, moving your head until you can see his surprised grin.

“Sweetie, you’re gorgeous and there’s nothing I want to do more right now,” James says. He sets down his soup and caresses your cheek. “But I don’t want to get you sick.”

You sit up and lean in close, a soft smile gracing your lips. “Oh, honey, you’re worth it,” you whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

He smiles against your lips for a moment before deepening the kiss, one hand burying in the hair at the base of your neck, the other finding your waist. This isn’t your first kiss with him, but it is the most moving, making you feel lightheaded and lose all sense of time as his lips move over yours. Somehow you find yourself moving onto his lap, your hands in his hair and on his shoulders and gripping his biceps and grabbing his t-shirt.

You don’t know how long it’s been, but when you finally break apart, you both are panting heavily and grinning.

“Sorry, sweetie, I got a little carried away,” he mumbles hoarsely, his hands gripping your hips to regain some self control.

“Well, I’m definitely getting sick now,” you chirp, shrugging casually.

The next week you were lying on your couch, sniffling and coughing, wrapped in a blanket and James’ arms, holding a bowl of tomato soup.

My FNaF 2 dudes in a nutshell
  • Ferris: Cinnamon roll, protect him. Doing his best. He is sensitive, save the poor bean.
  • Bec: Bamf. Will destroy you if you hurt his bae. Don't touch his bae. Fucker, I said don't do it.
  • Tia: Kind of really dumb actually. Can cook sometimes. Wants to meme, but does not know how. Save her soul.
  • Marinella: Le g. Magic poopet lady. Is stronk. "would you like to play a mEME"
  • Poppy: Sister goals. Wants actual death. "sis pls." Quiet, but will scream if threatened.
  • BB: bitch.
  • JJ: also bitch.
  • Sebastian: Huge ass motherfucking stain of the earth. Is a literal slut. One time he sucked dick for bus fare then walked.
  • Sharee: Mom friend. Will love you. Don't think she's soft tho she will rek
  • Jeremy: "stop it son you are doing me a frighten." Probably memes when he is alone. Kinda quiet, but also an asshole.
  • Fritz: Fuckin stronk. Don't mess with the dress. Flattery won't charge these batteries. "I am a woman and it is quite rude of you to insult me because my name is not commonly used for ladies"

anonymous asked:

Hunk is the best cinnamon roll who is also a bad ass. Head cannon that he's a great cuddler. Just loves to cuddle everyone platonically or romantically doesn't matter. Bad day? He will cuddle you so hard. He is soft and squishy and his big arms will make you feel so secure. Keith is upset? Nope, Hunk is there. Lance is sad? Don't think so. Hunk holds him as long as he needs. Pidge is touch sensitive? No problem. He just sits as close as she likes. Maybe shoulder touching.

And when Hunk is sad the others do a group hug. He likes group hugs. Even pidge will get in. And Lance says “come here big guy” and they play wrestle it out and then cuddle some more. Just MORE LOVE FOR HUNK DAMMIT he deserves all the hugs

If this is true, why didn’t we get a Hance hug when everyone left on their missions? Mighty suspicious. 


I have no idea who the guy is that made this video but I immediately respect him


                                   ……It’s him.


12th Day, Month of Songs

I finally come to realize it ain’t enough just to have a tattoo. A tattoo is nothing but a pretty picture put in your skin. That’s all.


Wonho’s mom just opened up a new coffee shop called MoMo cafe (coffee). Remember about more than a year ago when No.Mercy was airing and Wonho was in tears over having to debut because he felt horrible about his mom and having red tags all over their house due to their financial situation? Look how much has changed for the better. She opened a coffee shop and her son debuted. He even helped make the sign board for his mom. Wonho’s love for his mom is beyond words..



…. definitely has got something to do with a guy and Kotoko’s face.

“On My Love” -  Edited Scene from Yuri on Ice Episode 5 (Victor’s POV)

Because I’ve always been invested in Victor’s narrative.  Thank you episode 10, it’s all I could ever ask for.

English subtitled version on youtube!

Thanks for watching!

  • Akutagawa: You look good, i want to kiss you.
  • Atsushi: You said something?

if season 4′s main character is even, i hope the story isn’t about evak. i hope their relationship grows and develops and is tested but isn’t the focus. i hope the focus is about even as a person with his own problems and inner demons. i hope that he gets to grow as much as isak did this season, not necessarily from drama in their relationship, but from having more experiences and struggles he has to overcome himself, with isak on (and by) his side.