i wish i had enough hair to do this

When you have no imagination but still crave to do stuff for this wonderful fandom
so basically, a ghibli redraw because I couldn’t get enough of this AU

Harry Styles - Best Friends Get In Fight - Imagine

[I wish I had a Harry to help me through bff fights. I’ve had plenty of them. lol Enjoy!]


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》COMMUNITY SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I thought you had a Bachelor’s from Columbia? ❜
❛ You know what makes humans different from other animals? ❜
❛ We’re the only species on Earth that observes Shark Week. ❜
❛ People can find the good in just about anything but themselves. ❜
❛ Look at me. It’s clear to all of you that I am awesome. ❜
❛ There’s a card for that? ❜
❛ Could you please go as my friend? My really good friend? ❜
❛ Well, I didn’t realize we were really good friends. ❜
❛ Yeah, I’m going to write this down too, actually. ❜
❛ Oh, shut your pompous vortex of overlapping fangs! ❜
❛ I’m saying, you’re a football player. It’s in your blood! ❜
❛ If I stay, there can be no party. ❜
❛ I’m out in the night, staying vigilant. ❜
❛ No, I can’t sleep. You sleep. ❜
❛ Am I bird? No. I’m a bat. I am Batman. ❜
❛ Candy corn looks like tiny traffic cones. ❜
❛ It’s cool to know other people think about this stuff, too. ❜
❛ I mean, don’t you ever want anything more out of life than cereal? ❜
❛ You can do whatever you want, you just have to know what that is. ❜
❛ I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm. ❜
❛ I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. ❜
❛ Some mysteries solve themselves, don’t they? ❜
❛ It’s just little a nose bleed. I get ‘em when it’s dry and when my face gets kicked. ❜
❛ You keep a list of everyone based on how good-looking they are? ❜
❛ So you’re familiar with two sins… how about a third? ❜
❛ I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke in here. ❜
❛ I’ve got self-esteem falling out of my butt. ❜
❛ You can’t do surgery on yourself. It’s illegal. ❜
❛ Well, excuse me for trying to sneak you into heaven! ❜
❛ You want my advice, pork her/him and move on. ❜
❛ Who cares if you’re sorry? We’re still screwed!  ❜
❛ How much time before we take revenge? ❜
❛ I can’t believe I made out with both of you. ❜
❛ I don’t need to know which dracula I am to be a dracula. ❜
❛ God, are you charting our menstrual cycles? ❜
❛ You’re not the least bit curious how that happened? ❜
❛ I attack them using my… additional notes. ❜
❛ What’s in the briefcase? ❜
❛ I was just another jerk trying to win a contest. ❜
❛ If you’d like, you could come visit the set. ❜
❛ You can call a phone sex line. ❜
❛ I’m scared that if I were overweight that no one would like me. ❜
❛ The world is a sick place, full of sick, sick people. ❜
❛ I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon. ❜
❛ I’m turned on by how logical you are. ❜
❛ I am comforted by your shiny hair and facial symmetry. ❜
❛ I’m no sociopath. I always know what I’m doing is wrong. ❜
❛ I’m really proud of you, you’re growing up as a person. ❜
❛ Are you by any chance familiar with stockholm syndrome? ❜
❛ What, you’re anti-weddings now? ❜
❛ This was as ugly as things could get… while still being a pillow fight. ❜
❛ I think I’ve heard enough, and I don’t see what choice I have. ❜
❛ I wish there was a way we could make it up to people. ❜
❛ I thought I told you to stop reading my emails. ❜
❛ I thought I told you to stop keeping secrets! ❜
❛ I am an activist, that’s always been my choice. ❜ 
❛ This secret inside me, was trapped beyond a doubt.  ❜
❛ Oh, I know we said no gifts, but I couldn’t resist. ❜
❛ Oh, who couldn’t have seen that coming? ❜
❛ I wish I had the capacity for sentimentality like you do. ❜
❛ I wish I could switch places with you for just one day. ❜
❛ We were destined to meet, like a team of superheroes.  ❜
❛ I came to see if you wanted to get some frozen yogurt. ❜
❛ Have you ever masturbated in the study room? ❜
❛ Don’t listen to me—or anyone. Just listen to yourself. ❜
❛ If I come over there, there’s going to be two sounds: me hitting you twice. ❜

One-Hundred Strokes

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

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Summary: Lin comes home and is in a funk and asks his wife to brush his hair.  He ends up falling asleep while she does it.

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Warnings:  This is just fluff so I don’t think so… Maybe self-doubt?

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Authors Note: This is the first fic I’ve posted in about three years.  Someone validate me I tried…

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     The door of your apartment opened with a bang.  You could hear your husband shuffling around out in the kitchen but you stayed where you were.  Wrapped up in a mound of blankets and working on an animation.  You waited for your husband to come in and kiss you.  You waited.  And waited.  After 10 minutes you finally got out of your chair.  It wasn’t like him to keep you waiting. 

     You slouched down the hall and entered the kitchen.  At first you didn’t see him. 

“Lin?” You called out softly.  You heard a sniff from over in the corner. 

“Yeah?” came a quiet, raspy reply.  Looking over, you saw Lin on the floor, curled in to a corner, drinking a glass of dark amber liquid.  You moved over to sit down next to him and he leaned into you. 

“What’s going on Lin?  Did something go wrong at the theater today?” 

He sighed and took another huge gulp of the honey whiskey he was holding.  “No.” he mumbled. 

You gently eased the glass out of his hands. 

“I don’t think we need any more of this…  Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make you something to eat.  We can talk when you get back.”

He hoisted himself off the floor and padded off towards the bathroom. 

     You started moving around the kitchen, making a mug of soup for Lin.  You finished making the soup right as the shower turned off. 

     Sitting down at the table, you waited for your husband to emerge.  He walked into the kitchen wearing a large white t-shirt and a pair of baggy black sweatpants.  You noticed that Lins’ wet hair still hung in tangles around his face.  Smiling to yourself you pointed to the mug of soup sitting on the table across from you.  Lin didn’t move.  He stood there in front of you like a statue. 

“Lin?  Honey? Something must have really gotten to you today…”  

Looking up, you realized he was holding out a hairbrush. 

“I want you to brush my hair.” He stated in a rush. 

“Would that make you feel better?” you asked, slightly surprised at his request. 

“Yes.” He whispered. 

You smiled and gave a quiet laugh, accepting the brush. 

“Cm’ere.” You said.  Lin trotted over and flopped down on the floor between your legs.  He rested the side of his head against your thigh and looped his arm around your calf. 

Gently as possible, you started to work the brush through his hair.  (1, 2, 3…

     He sighed and relaxed into your touch. 

“Tell me what’s going through that crazy head of yours Lin.  I’m your wife.  I want to help.”  You continued to pull the brush through his hair (29, 30, 31…), marveling at how soft it was.  You had almost forgotten. (45, 46, 47…

     Between yours and Lin’s schedules, you hadn’t spent a lot of time together lately. 

“I feel like I’m not enough…” he muttered.  “I’m never around for you and I’m too tired to do my best in Hamilton… It’s hard… I miss you.  I wish that there were at least four of me so I could be everywhere at once…” he was rambling.

     You squeezed his body gently with your knees. He quieted. 

“Lin you’re so special.” You murmured.  “So special.  To everyone.” 

You kept brushing his hair, even though it was free of tangles.  (72, 73, 74…

 “You’re so special and I love you so much.  You do your best.  No one could ask for more.  You are so wonderful and beautiful and I love you with my whole heart.”

The more you brushed, the more you could feel him relax.  (89, 90, 91…) You could feel him sagging against you.  His arm loosened from your leg. 

You could hear and feel his breathing evening out.  You could barely hear his sigh of “I love you too.”  Lin pressed a sleepy kiss to the inside of your knee and his body went slack against you.  His head lolling against your thigh. 

     Miraculously, he had fallen asleep. One look at his sleeping face, brow relaxed, mouth slightly open and every thought of  moving or waking him up fled your mind.

You pulled the brush through his hair one last time.  (100.)

Fight

It was one thing to cry on one random lonely night but it’s a whole different thing to cry every single night for consecutive days.

That’s what I had been doing.

Tears streaming down my face, my cheeks sticky and red, my eyes puffy and my lips swollen, my hair all messy and my nose runny. I felt disgusted in myself, in who I was, and what I was doing. I wished I was enough, for literally anyone. I needed physical affection from someone who believed I was actually worth something. But I had never gotten that affection and I feared that I never would get it. To be alone every night, crying by myself, with no-one to hold me, it made my heart bleed. It sent me close to the brink. It made me think things that I never thought I would ever think. It was hard to live a life that wasn’t going anywhere as I watched my friends get everything that I wished for. What am I doing wrong? Am I not enough? Was I born to be alone? These were the thoughts I had almost every single minute of every night. It was just so so difficult and I wasn’t sure if I could go through it any longer.

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anonymous asked:

ADORE your fic <3 if you are looking for a request what anout a reverse AU where Victor is the one idolizing the legendary Japanese skater Yuri?

((honestly, how dare you kick my ass into gear for writing this, i’ve been thinking about this for days??? OTL,,, thank you so much!! ♥♥♥

ps: if anyone hasn’t seen this fricken amazing piece of art pls stare at it forever, im kind of still tearing up its so good??? ;A;

UPDATE DEC 27, 2016 - @narootos is too good for this world, im deceased, here’s more wonderful art for this au

UPDATE DEC 29, 2016 -  @macaroonsie also drew smth for this au!!! im wiping away my tears. goodbye world,,,))

UPDATE JAN 10, 2017 - there is now a blog for the reverse au! @yoireverse

✮reverse au fic tag on the blog! | ✮reverse au art tag!!

summary: Across the ocean, Yuuri Katsuki is about to make his senior debut at the Grand Prix, and there is not a soul alive who believes the young man is coming for less than gold and a new world record. He’d already broken the record at the Juniors last year, so now he has a reputation to maintain.

Victor is just enamored by his body, which is fluid and masterful. He wishes he had even an ounce of Katsuki’s bountiful grace. “I want to dance,” Victor murmurs, playing with the ends of his long, long hair. “I want to make music with my body, Yakov.”
word count: ~3.5k
rating: t
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judimancini1  asked:

Read the piece about Claire's sp power. Please discuss Jamie's "seeing." Love, your blog! Thanks in advance.

I do believe that Jamie has some form of The Sight - as in, in his dreams he can see across time and look in on what his children and grandchildren are doing.

We first get a glimpse of this in Drums of Autumn:

“I did wonder…” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And if so, did ye tell me of it?”  

  “She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it, myself. It’s a—”

  His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me.  

  “It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?”  

  “Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?”  

  “I kissed her there,” he said softly.


And then there’s this scene at the end of A Breath of Snow and Ashes:

 “You dreamed about Brianna and the children? What happened?”  

    …“It is all right,” he said. “They are safe. I saw them in a town—it seemed like Inverness, but it was different, somehow. They walked up the step of a house—Roger Mac was with them,” he added, offhand. “They knocked at the door, and a wee brown-haired woman opened to them. She laughed wi’ joy to see them, and brought them in, and they went down a hallway, wi’ strange things like bowls hanging from the ceiling.

      “Then they were in a room, wi’ sofas and chairs, and the room had great windows all down one wall, from the floor to the ceiling, and the afternoon sun was streaming in, setting Brianna’s hair to fire, and makin’ wee Mandy cry when it got in her eyes.”  

      “Did … did any of them call the brown-haired woman by name?” I asked, my heart beating in a queer, fast way.  

      He frowned, moonlight making a cross of light over nose and brows.  

      “Aye, they did,” he said. “I canna just—oh, aye; Roger Mac called her Fiona.”  

      “Did he?” I said. My hands rested on his shoulder, and my mouth was a hundred times drier than it had been when I woke up. The night was chilly, but not enough to account for the temperature of my hands.  

      I had told Jamie any amount of things about my own time over the years of our marriage. About trains and planes and automobiles and wars and indoor plumbing. But I was nearly sure that I had never told him what the study looked like in the manse where Roger had grown up with his adoptive father.  

      The room with the window wall, made to accommodate the Reverend’s painting hobby. The manse with its long hallway, furnished with old-fashioned light fixtures, shaped like hanging bowls. And I knew I had never told him about the Reverend’s last housekeeper, a girl with dark, curly hair, called Fiona.  

      “Were they happy?” I asked at last, very quietly.  

      “Aye. Brianna and the lad—they had some shadows to their faces, but I could see they were glad nonetheless. They all sat down to eat—Brianna and her lad close together, leaning on each other—and wee Jem stuffed his face wi’ cakes and cream.” He smiled at the picture, teeth a brief gleam in the darkness.

      “Oh—at the last, just before I woke … wee Jem was messin’ about, picking things up and putting them down as he does. There was a … thing . . on the table. I couldna say what it was; I’ve never seen the like.”  

      He held his hands about six inches apart, frowning at them. “It was maybe this wide, and just a bit longer—something like a box, maybe, only sort of … humped.”  

      “Humped?” I said, puzzled as to what this could be.  

    “Aye, and it had a thing on top like a wee club, only wi’ a knob to each end, and the club was tied to the box wi’ a sort of black cord, curled up on itself like a piggie’s tail. Jem saw it, and he reached out his hand, and said, ‘I want to talk to Grandda.’ And then I woke.”  

      He leaned his head back farther, so as to look up into my face.  

      “Would ye ken what a thing like that might be, Sassenach? It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”  

      The autumn wind came rustling down from the hill, dry leaves hurrying in its wake, quick and light as the footsteps of a ghost, and I felt the hair rise on nape and forearms.  

      “Yes, I know,” I said. “I’ve told you about them, I know.” I didn’t think, though, that I had ever described one to him, in more than general terms. I cleared my throat.  

      “It’s called a telephone.”


And then this scene in Echo:

“You‘ve been dreaming of them, haven‘t you?” I said.

…“I saw Jem and the wee lass—” A smile came over his face at that. “God, she‘s a feisty wee baggage! She minds me o‘ you, Sassenach.”

…“What were they doing?”

He rubbed a finger between his brows as though his forehead itched.

“They were outside,” he said slowly. “Jem told her to do something and she kicked him in the shin and ran away from him, so he chased her. I think it was spring.” He smiled, eyes fixed on whatever he‘d seen in his dream. “I mind the wee flowers, caught in her hair, and lying in drifts across the stones.”

“What stones?” I asked sharply.

“Oh. The gravestones,” he answered, readily enough. “That‘s it—they were playing among the stones on the hill behind Lallybroch.”

I sighed happily. This was the third dream that he‘d had, seeing them at Lallybroch. It might be only wishful thinking, but I knew it made him as happy as it made me, to feel that they had made a home there.

…“Right. What was it that bothered you, though?”

He glanced curiously at me.

“How did ye ken I was troubled?”

I looked at him down my nose—or as much down my nose as was possible, given the disparity of height.

“You may not have a glass face, but I have been married to you for thirty-odd years.”

He let the fact that I hadn‘t actually been with him for twenty of those years pass without comment, and only smiled.

“Aye. Well, it wasna anything, really. Only that they went into the broch.”…The small frown was back between his brows.

“The broch,” he repeated, and looked at me, helpless. “I dinna ken what it was. Only that I didna want them to go in. It … felt as though there was something inside. Waiting. And I didna like it at all.”

the art of seduction (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by crimsonpeakmovie

Requested by  anhartcuteneon <3
Prompt:  Hello! Could you do an imagine of Loki trying to seduce you for information?
A/N: terribly sorry for the wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: T 
Words: 1579

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

You knew this was going to happen eventually. You just knew it. You stuck your nose where it didn’t belong and now were a part of a secret one trickster was practically dying to know. He had been eyeing you for a while now – ever since he found out you knew of what he desired – which made you both highly uncomfortable and somewhat excited. After all, his divine attention was to be proud of. All of your female co-workers were fuming with jealousy. But to be honest you just wanted to continue your boring day to day job without a hitch. And for a while you were still able to do that.

Until Loki showed up at your doorstep, that is.

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Second’s Not The Same

JUNGKOOK X READER


Genre: Angst & Intended Smut


Word Count: 1.5k


Warnings: Cheating and mild smut


Summary: Inspired by the song ‘Is There Somewhere’ Halsey. 

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You’re writing lines about me,
Romantic poetry,
Your girl’s got red in her cheeks cause we’re something she can’t see.
And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain,
All I do is cry and complain,
Because second’s not the same.”


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Tamersonaweek day 7: Share the love!

@partiallyaquatic @lighdramons @icewolf741

A HUGE thanks goes out to anybody and everybody who participated in the first of hopefully many Tamersona weeks!!!!!

I drew up a few great participants, but I WISH I HAD THE TIME TO DO MORE, I promise I will, they’ll come out slowly but more will be made as genuine thanks for helping to make this project such a fun hit!!! (dont be surprised if I randomly message you and ask how to draw your hair or if I’m drawing the right clothes lol)

You all had such great stories to tell and such great art to share, I legitimately cannot thank you all enough from the bottom of mi ding damned heart

anonymous asked:

I loved your piece about Kolvian and Lotor! Do you have anymore back story on it??

I actually don’t think there is anything in canon that supports this in any way haha (aside from the long pale hair) but luckily enough, that’s never stopped me before!

I headcanon that Zarkon and Alfor had something when they were in Voltron together but once that fell through, Zarkon’s wish to advance the Galra race started to take preference. He’d find in Kolivan another soul passionate about fighting for every Galra out there… Except Zarkon eventually becomes who he is and Kolivan can’t find it in him to stay quiet. I think Zarkon making Haggar delete Kolivan from a young Lotor’s mind would be the straw. I can imagine initially he left trying to find a way to fix Lotor’s mind and in that journey, it all goes to hell and becomes what it is now. Kolivan away from Lotor, Lotor with no memories of Kolivan and Zarkon in a pit of his own making 

i feel like jungkook really cares so much what army thinks of him like that one time in 2014 when he had his hair up and some army said they didn’t like it and he literally never did that hairstyle again and when he got his piercing and he wanted more but he didn’t do it in case army didn’t like it he’s always so sweet and caring but i wish he did what he wanted ??

Collateral Damage

Chapters: 1/1
Wordcount: 15,217
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Mild Violence
Relationships: Xanlow (Xander/Laslow), various background relationships
Characters: Xander, Laslow, Odin, various other members of the Nohrian royalty with cameos by Ryoma and Saizo
Additional Tags: Mild Canon Divergence, Grief, Revelations Route, Near Future, Post-Canon, Character Study

Summary: Xander does not realize the depths of his feelings for Laslow until it is too late.

Fill for @dorkpatroller​ for the @xanlow-exchange​ for the prompt “I thought you were dead”

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“If, after the war, I were to go somewhere. Somewhere far away… If you never saw me again… Would you be angry? Would you be able to forgive me for abandoning you?”

“…Yes. I would.”

Xander had never expected Laslow to stay with him forever, had been prepared to lose him someday.

“Oh? Truly?”

“It is not your company I require. Only that you continue to draw breath. I just want you to ensure you live. Whatever your true name or appearance.”

What he had not prepared for was losing Laslow, not to a happy life in another world, but to a lonely death of the fields of battle.


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Home (Chapter Five)

Title: Home (Chapter Five)

Pairing(s): Jughead Jones x Reader, Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge x Archie Andrews

Warnings: Maybe some slight cursing, Smut, unprotected sex.

Summary: The reader visits with Jughead and things go differently than the reader thought- but not-so-secretly hoped.

A/N: Me repeating to myself; Do not make this a The Notebook AU, Do not make this a The Notebook AU-
Anyway!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!

Tag List; @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879 @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @nafa1604 @theselfishllama @aezthetically

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You’re Beautiful [1]

Authour’s Note: So um, this scenario is just a bit of… what I went through. This scenario is gonna be a series, but it will be from a relate-able point of view with the reader. A lot of this info is personal, but I feel like I need to put myself in this. It’s not gonna be legit all me, but… it’s something I needed to vent off what I have been through till now. So if you take the time to read this series, I thank you! Other than that, please support anyone with hardships in their lives, I would love feedback to. Thank you!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you do, I believe that being there for the people you love… it’s one of the most blissful feelings you could ever have. The feeling of being a good person, the feeling of… being wanted for a reason. I believe… I found that from meeting you.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Mentions of Depression, Suicide, Body Image Issues, Smut, and lots of Fluff that could make you squeal

Word Count: 2.5K

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Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

Taking out the trash, I looked up from where I stood, my eyes staring at the light grey clouds that glowed ever so brightly in the sky. I could smell the fresh winter blow through, making my skin grow with goosebumps from the chilly air. Winter was so wonderful, but sometimes it was just like painful ice cubes or flakes stabbing the skin like a jellyfish’s stingers. Well, it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle, being from Florida and moving around was nothing, so the winter air was just a mere tickle. My hands moved the trash into the trash bin, eyes wavering a bit and soon closing them.

I moved to Korea not long ago, feeling it best to just get away from what has been on my mind for so long. I needed this chance, even if my parents were against the idea of moving to a foreign country, I reassured them that I would be fine. This chance to take classes in college, the chance to relieve myself from the people who only made me miserable, I needed the time to get away. It was a silly thing, yes, but when you are on the brink of relapsing, wouldn’t you leave to go somewhere far to get your shit together? No? I would, I want to leave the place that made me hate who I was. That’s why Korea was the first spot. A university that I could attend was great and I started tomorrow. It was going to be nice. At least, I hope it will.

“Ah, shit. I need to get dinner.” I said, looking at my phone and quickly running up the steps to my apartment, my hand opening the door knob and pushing it open. I took a deep breath, already exhausted and sigh. This body of mine… it was not the greatest of bods you would find in the world and on women, but it was what I lived with. I carried baby fat I never managed to burn off because I was so focused on eating and making myself into a lazy bum. I weighed almost 175 Lbs. Doctor told me I was too overweight for my age and body height. Call that something, huh? I hadn’t exercised in a long time, and even if I did, I lose the motivation to. Well, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. At least, not anymore.

Grabbing the house keys and my wallet with whatever amount of cash I had /won/, I walked out the apartment, locking the door and taking a deep breath, my eyes looking to the sky as I walked down the stairs of the building. It looked like it was going to snow soon, and it was gonna be a rough snowy day especially. I hadn’t recalled the last time I saw the snow. I must have been eleven or twelve when I did, but I do remember spending those winter days with my grandpa, two months before his death came in Ohio. When the news of his death fell from my father’s lips, I remember the tears he spilled and the tears I felt fall. I never saw my father cry before, but I knew I would never forget it… even my mother. Even though I have seen her cry many times before, she always remained strong and I always loved them, even if they made me who I was today. Do believe me, I love my parents, but I couldn’t handle the expectations they have thrown onto me. It was all… too much.


I stepped on the sidewalk, pulling my scarf up as the wind got a little heavy and I just sigh, my long, brown hair whipping around as the wound blew, making me pull my beanie up on my head from my pocket. I wore winter boots that were a bit fuzzy, my socks fuzzy as well, but I wore leggings and a sweater with a coat that reached below my thighs. Though, it wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I didn’t think Korea’s weather was like this at times. It was so cold and I wished I had brung more clothes with me from home. Maybe mom was right about being sure to do your research. The thought made me homesick, but I push the thought down. My eyes look up in front of me as I came to the city limits in Seoul, hoping I will find a food stand around the area, and right on cue, I did.

The food stand contained noodles called Myeon, a North Korean dish of cold buckwheat or sweet potato noodles with cucumber, radish, beef and a boiled egg in an icy broth, or keep warm and satisfied with sujebi /hand torn noodles in a clam and vegetable broth/ and bites of raw green chilli. It was perfect, and with that, I asked for the keep warm dish and had sweet potato noodles. It was good to keep warm in the winter, so with that, I paid thirteen won, thanking them in my rusty Korean, and then setting off, fixing my glasses and I sighed a bit, closing my eyes. What time was it anyway?

10:00 PM.

“Ahh… I gotta sleep soon. Damn it. This is gonna be a pain..” I said with an exasperated sigh, pulling my food close and before I even knew it, I slammed into someone’s chest, grunting and soon dropping my dish I ordered, the food splattering all over the concrete floor as I held my nose, whimpering, my eyes looking up.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see where I was going sir!” I said, my Korean super rusty as I had just learned it in under a few months before coming to Korea. The man in front of me wore a beanie, sunglasses on the birch of his nose, a sick mask, like the ones you see doctors wear, on his face and I blink. His fashion style seemed much recent, so this guy couldn’t be like… over his forties. He wore Vans that were pretty recent, his jeans tight against his legs, showing off his muscles a bit and there were a few holes here and there. Though, he was wearing a black leather jacket, he even wore a collared shirt with a scarf under it. Something rang in my ear, telling me he was in his twenties at least, that much I got.

“Um… sir, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I said with a nervous smile, his silence making me antsy and uneasy under his stare. My hands went up a bit in defense when he pulled his mask down, his thin lips in full view, and what I didn’t expect to hear was his voice, milky, deep, and so sweet in it’s light hearted tone.

“I am sorry, is your nose alright? You didn’t hit it that hard right?” He asked and pulled the mask and sunglasses off, reaching to touch my nose for any swelling, bleeding, or a sign that it was broken. His hands were so warm against my cold cheeks, making me flush. He had handsome features, like the little dumps above the side of his lips, his caramel brown eyes looking at my nose and pulled back a bit.

“I am fine! Don’t worry. I’m okay.” I said with a soft smile, but then I noticed his gaze fall to the floor… my Myeon. Oh no, he isn’t gonna do what I think he is gonna do, right?

“I am so sorry about your dinner! Here, let me buy you another one.” The stranger said.

Bingo… This was a hassle enough, now he was wanting to pay for my food and help me get a new one? I didn’t think that he would go that far, but I couldn’t let him pay for my dinner, hell, we just met too! This was not gonna go well.

“No, no! You don’t have to! I can get a new one.” I said.

“No, no. I insist, it’s the least I can do for bumping into a pretty lady like you.” He said.

Wait. Did he just… Did a handsome guy like him call me “pretty?” What was this dream? I had to be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it, It is all a dream. I will pinch myself, and wake up. Yup, starting now. I reached my my right hand to my left arm, pinching it hard and soon wincing. Okay, this wasn’t a dream… this is reality. Oh, fuck. This can’t be happening. This will be news to tell one of my friends that were still in the U.S.A.

“I… um, I guess. But I am gonna pay you back!” I said, forcing the guy to chuckle, making me flustered and embarrassed, “D-Don’t laugh! I mean it! I am gonna pay you back.” I retort.

“Okay, I believe you. But, I have a better idea.” The stranger said, “You can pay me back by having coffee with me maybe?” He asked and smiles a bit.

“J-Just coffee?” I asked, the question popping up… Did he just basically ask me out? No, no! (Y/N) don’t start assuming things, maybe he just wants to be friends, that has to be it. Anyways, I reluctantly nodded a bit at his question, only receiving a beaming smile in response from him.

“Great! Here, let me get you another bowl, my treat!” The stranger said and ran to the food stand, looking back at the food on the floor and he ordered the exact one i had bought. What was this guy thinking? I didn’t think he would be willing to help me out, but he seemed determined to do so. I sighed and sat down on the bench, soon seeing his feet beside mine and he I look up to see him holding a fresh bowl of Myeon.

“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to pay for it, I still have cash for it.” I said and the stranger shook his head.

“No, I was clumsy, I should have looked at where I was going, it was the least I can do for an apology. Besides, I don’t mind helping out others when they need something.” He said, his voice tinged with a bit of confidence a bit of care.

“Right… Well, I should um get home. I have to get to class in the morning at the University, early riser ya know?” I said.

“Of course! Can I walk you home? Oh, I forgot, my name is Jung Hoseok, and may I ask your’s?”

“(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you… Hoseok.” I said, his name ringing a few bells and I tilt my head. Jung Hoseok. I have heard that name before. Well, now is not the time to dwell in the thoughts. “Well, I should be going, I guess I will um… see you tomorrow for coffee? What time and place?” I asked.

“Ah, well, I will pick you up from the University or your place. Here, have my number.” He said, handing me a small paper with his number on it, making me feel a bit giddy inside at how this has escalated, but the possibility of having a friend, FINALLY, after what? Five days of living here? I finally, probably, got a friend. “Do you mind if I ask where you live? I can walk you, unless you’re close by, then I can just go on ahead.” Hoseok said with a sweet smile.

“Oh! I just live around the block. I live in the Seoul Dorms. The apartment with the big blue sign.” I said with a small smile, my eyes looking into his gently.

“Well, what a coincidence, me and my friends live there as well. What luck would I have for having a beautiful girl living next door to the dorm I live in~?” Hoseok asked with a cheeky, but cocky grin. I felt the urge to just laugh a bit, but I did wonder, I did hope I lived next door to him. He was cute, calm, collected, confident, and even polite, unlike most guys so far that I’ve seen.

“Well, we will just have to see.” I said with a smile.

“We will see, indeed. Shall we?” He asked and I chuckled, walking and talking with him along the way.

Hoseok was a sweet guy. He enjoyed dancing, singing, food, and he even seemed to enjoy music more than anything. Have I ever seen him before? I couldn’t remember, it has been a long time since I last saw a guy like him, and the name was on the tip of my tongue, but I could register it because it was muddled with so many memories I didn’t want to remember. Regardless, I don’t think it mattered, but it seemed to bug me more and more as I thought.


The walk to the apartment was rather short lived as we finally arrived in front of it. I sigh a bit, making sure Hoseok’s number was saved into my phone, and when I saw it was, I smiled softly to myself. Glancing over to Hoseok, we walked up the stairs and we soon parted.

“So you do live next door, huh?” Hoseok’s words broke through and I looked, seeing him about to unlock the door to his apartment, holding the key in his hand, mine in my own hand and I chuckle in response.

“Seems to be so. Well, i will um.. Text you tomorrow? I will let you know when class is over.” I said, soon opening my door and stopping, “Um.. have a good night.” I said with a sweet smile, his eyes seemingly wide at that and I walk inside. I took a deep breath and pull my glasses off as I closed the door. Home and now I am not hungry. I placed the dinner in the refrigerator and pulled a water bottle out, soon pulling off my jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

My eyes landed on my bed and I fell in it, holding the water bottle gently and placing it down, letting it sit up and I sigh. Today was… rather weird. First I relapse a bit on memories, then I go to get dinner, I bump into a stranger named Jung Hoseok, and now I am asked to a sort of “date” with him tomorrow after classes at the University. Today has been so hectic and yet… I could feel my stomach flip butterflies at the thought of making a new friend.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhaustion, but when I heard my phone vibrate, I grabbed the electronic and clicked the lock button, seeing a text from Hoseok, my eyes reading the message.

Good night, I can’t wait for tomorrow!! Get a lot of rest and be prepared for class, I will be waiting for ya! - 10:23 PM

What a dork… I chuckle a bit and soon close my eyes, exhaustion taking me over and I sigh a bit, my breathing evened out, then everything went to black, and I was now in dreamland. 

What Do You Say When Words Are Not Enough? (Part One)

Bucky x Reader/ Tony x Reader

Part One: Hold Me Now

The title of the series as a whole, and of this chapter come from this song It’s one of my mum’s favourite songs and I have so much love for it!


Summary: Bucky broke your heart completely, and though you never thought you could love someone like that ever again, after Tony confesses he has carried feelings for you for a long time, could you find it in you to take another chance on love? Will Bucky let you?

Warnings: Sad breakup. And two potential suitors fighting for a space in your heart.

Words: c.1,600


Bucky had been acting strange for days now.

He held you for longer, he hugged you a little tighter and every time he kissed you it was like he was kissing you for the last time.

Last night he had put the record player on and turned the lights down low and you danced slowly and barefooted around the living room, pulled close and senses surrounded by everything distinctly him you had felt like you were losing him, like somehow he was saying goodbye little by little.

And in the tangle of sheets and limbs that night it was like he was trying to commit every single moment with you to his memory, and you didn’t miss the way he stilled all actions as his name slipped from your lips, as he begged you to say it again.

But now as he stood before you, tears welling in his eyes as he told you what you already knew was coming.

“I love you so much, please y/n you have to believe me, I will always love you.”

“But you have to go?”

“I have to,” he cried, he was pleading with you to understand what he didn’t even understand himself.

If Bucky had been preparing to say goodbye to you for days now, you had been preparing yourself for the blow because in your heart you had known it was coming. When you nodded slowly he released a ragged and shaky breath.

“What can I possibly say to tell you just how much you mean to me?” he wondered aloud, “What do you say when words are not enough?”

Red hot tears slipped down your cheeks, and he moved towards you quickly pulling you to him in a swift movement.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged holding you to him as he fought back his own tears.

“Can I tell you what I wish for you?” he whispered into your hair and you nodded quickly, “I hope time is kind to you. I hope you never close that beautiful heart of yours off to the world. I hope some guy who can give you everything you deserve, and more, sweeps in and knocks you off them clumsy feet. I hope you never stop having crazy dreams about cats, and I hope you find someone who loves your laugh as much as they love making you laugh. And you see these tears,” he smiled wiping them away from your cheeks “I hope no one else is ever stupid enough to make you cry like this again. But most of all I hope you know that even though I won’t be there anymore I will always love you, and wherever I am in the world I will never, ever forget about you.”

“How much longer do we have Bucky?” you asked looking him straight in the eyes.

“I’m leaving tonight my sweet, sweet girl,” he frowned.

“No,” you begged, fresh tears spilling as you felt yourself begin to fall apart.

“Please, don’t cry,” he begged again despite the fact that tears were falling from his own eyes.

“This is killing me,” you cried and he choked up.

“It’s killing me, but I have to do this y/n. I have to let you go. And it kills me that tonight is all I’ll ever have with you-” he was unable to speak through the tears and you moved towards him, suddenly calm and pulled him to you, resting your forehead against his.

“Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?”

He sniffed and smiled “You came to comfort me after a nightmare, you just sort of came out with it and blindsided me, how could I forget that doll?”

“Do you remember what you said?” you smiled and he looked into your eyes, his blue ones aching.

“I asked you to hold me until I fell asleep,” he sadly “I just asked you to hold me.”

“Well now I’m asking you to return the favour. For as long as I’ve got you, just hold me until I fall asleep.”

He nodded quickly and kissed you long and hard, one last kiss that he would remember for life. Then he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom, you said nothing as you climbed under the sheets and he climbed in behind you, one last time pressing you against his body and resting his hand on your stomach.

“When I wake up you’ll be gone?” you asked gently, voice tiny and he had to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Yes doll, I’ll be gone.”

“Goodnight Bucky. I love you,” you swallowed thickly and closed your eyes suddenly exhausted, you didn’t have the strength to watch the man you loved walk out of your life.

“I love you. Always,” he whispered back and kissed your cheek “Goodnight.”


“You came?” Nat rushed towards you and pulled you to her in what could only be described as relief.

“Can’t stay holed up in that apartment any longer, it’s already been eight months,” you smiled but it was dry.

“Well Wanda and I cleared up your old room, but Bruce suggested you might like to move into a new one, that maybe your old one might hold too many bad memories.”

You smiled a genuine smile and felt such a surge of affection for Bruce in that moment, and Nat knew exactly what that smile meant and so she led you to your new room.

A fresh start was exactly what you needed.


You were resting your elbows on the railing of the balcony, looking at the stars with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. It was late and you had assumed everyone was sleeping until you heard the sliding door open, and turned to see a shattered looking Tony emerge from the light inside.

“You do know it’s freezing out here right?” he teased and you smiled returning your attention to the stars.

“I wanted to look at the stars,” you said simply.

“Never heard of google?” he sassed and you laughed.

He came to rest beside you and bumped you with his hip.

“I’ve missed that sound,” he said into the air resolutely not looking at you until you shot him a smile, and he considered you from the corner of his eye with a smile on his face.

“Guess I haven’t really felt like laughing much lately,” you smiled sadly.

Tony shook his head like he was fighting with himself about something, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said “Oh fuck it!” and turned to face you completely.

“Look, the guy was an idiot.”

“Tony,” you sighed.

“No I’m sorry but he walked away from likely the best thing that will ever happen to him, do you know how many guys would literally kill for someone like you y/n? Do you know how utterly frustrating it is to watch you waste away in front of my eyes for months because some jackass broke your heart? You can pretend to Nat, you can lie to Steve to make him feel better but you can’t fool me!”

“What do you want from me Tony? Do you want me to snap and tell you that I cry myself to sleep most nights, that I can barely look at Steve, I can’t even look at a picture of him without wanting to throw up?”

“Yes!” he emphasized “That’s exactly what I want. I want you to get mad, I want you to see that you deserved better. You deserve someone that would never even dream of walking out on you like that. Someone like-”

“Like?” you demanded.

“Goddamn it, like me!” he shouted, chest heaving and breathless.

It felt like you had been slapped in the face and your breath had been knocked from your lungs.

“All this time!” he sighed looking broken, “all this time and you could never see because you were so in love with him.”

“How long?” you asked gently.

“Since the day I met you.” He told you brown eyes frantically searching yours for any reaction.

“And I have no agenda here,” he swore hand over his chest “But I can’t watch you do this to yourself, I can’t see you hurting and miserable when you so deserve to be happy y/n, and if that’s not with me, fine but for Christ sake let someone try to.”

You swallowed and blinked rapidly your brain struggling to keep up with the thoughts running through your mind.

“You don’t have to say anything tonight,” he sighed dejectedly “just promise me you’ll think about what I said.”

A phrase that Bucky had said the night he was leaving you immediately sprung to mind and you looked Tony in the eyes genuinely as you said them.

“What do you say when words are not enough?”

He didn’t answer, instead he crossed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours, you dropped the cup from your hands hearing it shatter on the ground, as you melted into his touch.

“That’s enough for me,” he smiled gently brushing your hair over your shoulder with his fingers, as he looked into your eyes.

“Tony?” you sighed.

“No, you don’t have to say anything,” he reassured you “Just, promise me you’ll think about what I said tonight.”

You nodded and he pressed a final kiss to your cheek and you watched his retreating form with a finger pressed to your lips, where his had been only moments before, feeling the confusion pooling in your stomach as he shut the sliding door.


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Just Us - SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae) - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

RatingTeen And Up Audiences
Archive WarningNo Archive Warnings Apply
CategoryM/M
FandomYuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
RelationshipOtabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
CharactersYuri PlisetskyOtabek Altin
Additional TagsIntimacyDomestic FluffWeirdnessEstablished RelationshipDancingFluff
Series← Previous Work Part 4 of the Otayuri Week 2017series

Summary:  “Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone-and finding that’s okay with them.” Alain de Botton; Yuri and Otabek being weird and domestic with each other.


“Meow.”

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

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Understanding

Post 5x15 fic Oliver needs to talk to Felicity about Thea leaving as she is the only one who understands him. Also on AO3.

Still working through my 5x15 issues…hope you enjoy :)


After the team meeting broke up Oliver headed downstairs to his living quarters to change out of suit. It had been a long day. That was an understatement. Despite the positive spin and thank you he had given his team, he wasn’t feeling positive at all. Thea had left. Another woman he loved had left as she needed space from him. He really didn’t know how to process what had happened. He needed to talk to Felicity.


He quickly went back upstairs expecting to find her on the landing at her computers. He was a little surprised to discover she wasn’t there. The computer we stilling sorting through the petabyte of data they had retrieved from Prometheus’ mother’s house but she would have shut off the monitors if she were gone for the night, maybe she had just stepped out. He decided to wait for her, he took a seat in Felicity’s chair and waited.


Oliver wasn’t sure how long he had been waiting when he heard the elevator doors open and the familiar click of Felicity’s heels on the floor. He looked up. “Where have you been?”

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Reasons Why I Love You // Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Summary; Jinyoung loses you in a crowd of people and finds you being picked on by a few nasty fans.

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35 anyone to Arthur

35.  “Take your medicine.”

Arthur didn’t say a word, only covered himself completely with the blankets.

“Kid…come on. Don’t be like that.” Lance sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he took a few steps into Arthur’s room. “Yer sick. I know the medicine sucks but y’ gotta take it, else y’ won’t get better. An’ you wanna get better, don’t you?”

There was still no answer, but the room was so quiet that Lance could hear a pin drop. As such, he heard quiet sniffling under the covers without issue. His hardened expression fell.

Arthur was crying again.

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