look how pretty this turned out huh

anonymous asked:

That comment about u drawing victor not pretty 100% of the time, well the show is from Yuuri's perspective so of course Victor is gunna look like a model even when he sneezes. Yuuri practicly views victor as aphrodite.

huh well i guess that is true? (wonder how the show would have turned out if it was from viktors perspective?)

Yuuris perspective:

Everyone else’s perspective:

The boy is blinded by love 

Tornado with legs

Levi scrubs the last of the dirt off the coffee table. “Finally.” That’s the last time he trusts Isabel to bring a ‘mystery box’ into the apartment.

He hears a crash in the kitchen, followed by a squeak of “Oops!” Isabel is a freaking tornado with legs. He sighs as he goes to investigate what she’s mussed up now.

“I was never-”

“I know,” Isabel interrupts. “You were never this crazy when you were 5!” she mimics with R’s that sound suspiciously like W’s.

Levi suppresses a grin at her sass. He shoos her off while he rights the stool she managed to topple over.

The doorbell rings and Isabel rounds the corner at top speed. “I’ll get it!”

“No, no, no!” Levi scoops her up. “Remember what we talked about? You’re going to watch a movie while Eren and I study.”

Isabel nods wisely. “‘Cause it took you a whole year just to invite him over.”

Sure, tell the kid a million times not to jump on the furniture with muddy shoes and it’s in one ear and out the other. Mention your undying crush on a certain football player while you think she’s napping, however, and she remembers every single word you say about him. Unless, of course, Hange told her. Quite frankly he wouldn’t put it past them.

Levi takes a deep breath. “Don’t repeat that again,” he says. “Ever.”

Isabel giggles.

Eren knocks on their door. Levi sets Isabel down. “You remember how to set up Netflix?”

Duh,” Isabel says proudly before marching towards the living room.

Levi laughs. He never imagined himself as the guardian of such a spunky kid at the age of 19, but she makes him a little more grateful for it every day. Even if she does like to pour an entire bottle of bubble bath in the tub and turn the water on full blast. He shudders.

He makes one last stop at the mirror in the hallway to fix his hair before he opens the door. He has to pause a second, the same as always, and just admire Eren’s radiant smile before he can say hello.

“Levi!” Eren says. “How’s it- oh, who’s this little angel?” he asks, peeking around Levi.

Angel. Levi almost snorts.

“I’m Izzy!” Isabel says confidently. “And I’m-”

“Supposed to be watching a movie,” Levi finishes for her, turning around to fix her with a stern look.

Isabel sticks her tongue out at him.

“Izzy, huh?” Eren smiles another brilliant, blinding, beautiful smile. “That’s a cool name.”

Isabel nods. “And you’re Eren.”

Eren tilts his head at her and Levi’s stomach drops a little. “How did you know that?” Eren asks.

“Green eyes. Nice hair. Pretty face.” Isabel ticks each point off on her fingers. “You gotta be Eren.”

“Izzy!” Levi whispers.

Eren raises his brows at Levi’s back.

Levi’s face burns. He refuses to turn around; half because he can’t look at Eren right now, half because he’s having a stare down with a pint-sized hurricane that possesses just as much bravado as he does.

Eren pipes up against the silence that has fallen over the apartment. “Pretty face, huh?”

And like a switch, Isabel goes from scowling to grinning. “Uh huh. Levi talks about you lots. Like, all the time.”


“S’kinda annoying. But he really, really likes-” Levi clamps a hand over her mouth.

“She’s had a little too much sugar,” he explains apologetically. He shoots Isabel a look. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get anymore for a while.”

Isabel glares at Levi. A hint of mischief lights up her eyes, and before Levi can work out what she’s up to- “Ew!” - she licks his hand.

Levi grumbles his way to the bathroom, turning the water on as hot as he can handle it.

Eren shifts under Isabel’s intense stare. She’s sizing him up, lips set in a firm line and eyes narrowed. She nods, satisfied with whatever conclusion she’s come to and takes Eren by the hand. “C’mon. I’ll paint your nails.”

Eren laughs, and allows her to lead him into the living room. She chatters away a mile a minute. He tries his best to keep up, and nods encouragingly when she finds the perfect nail polish to match his black shirt: the brightest blue in her collection.

He looks around at the pictures on the walls, tempted to ask who they all are, but Isabel says something that catches his attention.

“What was that, Izzy?”

“You’re nice,” she repeats. “That’s why Uncle Levi likes you so much.” She brushes another coat on his index nail. Half of it ends up on his skin. “You like him too, don’t you?” She looks up at Eren and smiles. “I can tell.”

Levi watches them from the archway, waiting eagerly for an answer. Eren simply smiles at Isabel, and when she resumes her work on his fingernails, he gives a small nod.

Isabel is a freaking tornado with legs, and Levi loves her more than anything in the world. Though, watching Eren ruffle her hair with his clean hand, he’s becoming a close second.

Overdue Notice

pairing: Moana x Ariel (moariel)

words: 3k

summary: Moana really wants her book she has on call from the library, it’s been three weeks and it should have been returned by now, when she finally runs into the redhead on campus who’s checked it out it’s more of an experience than she bargained for to finally check it out

The lesbian Disney college AU no one asked for.


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Every Wednesday

IMAGINE: Every Wednesday, (Y/N) comes into Steve’s cafe. Every Wednesday Steve tells himself to gather up his courage to finally ask her out. Every Wednesday he fails. 

[gif is not mine. still cannot believe the amount of love ‘misunderstandings’ received. I don’t think y’all know how much it made me feel. you truly are all the best. also I put blair in this one-shot from gg because i’ve been binge-watching it and i rediscovered my love for her…and dan]

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.8k+

Steve picked up the leftover muffin, sighed and threw it in the bin. He really didn’t know why people didn’t use the trash can that was conveniently provided in the cafe. As he wiped the mess he heard the bell ring and decided that he had to clean this later. He made his way to the counter, pen poised in his hand ready to write down whatever the customer wanted. Steve looked up and all he saw in that moment was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen.

He probably looked like an idiot, standing there, hand awkwardly dangling barely clutching the pen his eyes probably glossy and idiotic smile on his face. A cough brought him out of his reverie and he realised that she wasn’t alone. Next to her stood a woman around the same height with brunette hair and an obnoxiously large hat and sunglasses.

“If you’re done staring at my friend, I would like to order now,” she spoke haughtily.

Steve shook himself out and readied his pen again, “What would order?”

The woman with the large hat made a face, she was about to open until the woman that Steve was fixated on said, “Blair.”

Blair rolled her eyes, “Large cappuccino, skim milk double shot.” As Steve wrote down the order, Blair kept tapping her feet.

“Blair, honestly.”

Blair turned to her friend and pulled down her glasses, “(Y/N), seriously.” She mocked.

Steve watched in amusement as the now named (Y/N) shook her head. (Y/N), he mentally spoke. What a beautiful name.

“Ugh, if you’re just going to stare at her, I’m going to try and find a seat.” Blair groaned as she flipped her hair dramatically and made her way to one seat. Both (Y/N) and Steve watched as Blair scrunched her face and retrieved a handkerchief from her handbag and a hand sanitiser.

“I’m sorry about her,” (Y/N) apologized to him. “She recently realised that she’s in love with a person she thought she hated.”

Steve turned to her. Fucking hell, even her voice was beautiful. “Classic love, huh?” Steve spoke. ‘Classic love? What kind of moron says that? You do, Steve Rogers. Maybe Barton was right, he was really an idiot when it came to flirting.’

“The classic Romeo and Juliet,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Probably more dramatic since Blair’s the main part of the story.” He gave a little chuckle as well.

“Would you like to order anything?” He asked, knowing that she probably wanted something as well.

 She gave him a soft smile, “Large latte and two sugars, please?” Steve nodded and jotted down the order. “And two chocolate croissants?”

Steve smiled and totalled up her order. He watched as she dug out her purse, finally she found the note and handed it to him. As Steve reached for the money their hands grazed and Steve could feel a blush appear on his face.

He passed over the change only to have her put it in one of the tip jars, he noticed that she put the money in the far right. “Lord of the Rings is so much better,” she winked at him and smiled to herself when she saw him blush.

“God, you’re amazing,” Steve mumbled out. Obviously he thought that he said it to himself,  but judging on her confused face he said it a bit too loud.

“I’ll get your coffee agoing,” Steve pointed to the machine behind him and she gave an awkward chuckle.

Once he knew that he wasn’t in their view he knocked his head on a shelf twice. 

“You could have done worse,” a voice sounded to his left. He saw Sam approach with an amused grin on his face. “You could have said that you loved her.”

From the faithful and groan-worthy Wednesday, it seemed like ‘Falcon’s Brew’ seem to gain a faithful customer. As Steve realised her pattern, he decided to ask for the extra shift of Wednesday. Luckily, Wanda who usually had that shift started University.

“Okay, but you have to actually be nice to him Blair.” The familiar voice of (Y/N) filled the cafe as her and Blair walked into the cafe.

“I know that! It’s just, it’s Humphrey,” Blair made a face. Steve knew them well enough now that (Y/N) was rolling her eyes.

Throughout the weeks he realised that the only reason why they were in Brooklyn much to Blair’s distaste was her possible boyfriend was living in these parts, and according to (Y/N), Blair needed the courage and sugar. Weeks went by and throughout that time he thought about how he was going to finally ask (Y/N) out…when he found the courage to do so.

“Hey guys,” Steve greeted. “Usual?”

“Black coffee,” Blair grumbled out. He knew that she didn’t personally hate him…probably.

“Sugar?” Steve asked and Blair shook her head. She gave (Y/N) a weird look that he couldn’t decipher and made her way to their usual spot.

“Is she okay?”

 (Y/N) blew a raspberry which Steve couldn’t help but smile at. She was too adorable for her own good. “Dan went out to dinner with his publisher and Blair’s gone all psychotic on him. Insulting him left and right, you know, the usual Blair treatment.”

Steve nodded understanding somewhat. He wrote up her order and as usual she gave him the money and tipped the change. “Star Wars, dude. Is that even a question? Darth Vader rules.”

“You like Darth Vader? You like Star Wars?” Steve questioned, not really seeing (Y/N) as the Star Wars type.

(Y/N) gave him a look and he smiled at her. “I may or may not have a Darth Vader figurine in my room.” She confessed sheepishly, with another look she walked over to where Blair was.

“You’re so great,” Steve accidentally blurted out.  

(Y/N) turned back around and gave him a quizzing look, she chuckled, “You’re pretty great too, Steve.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her compliment, at least his blurting out random confessions finally came to good use. As he prepared his drinks, he went over their conversation.

‘Her room, (Y/N) in her room.’ Steve thought. He shook himself out of it, suddenly realising how creepy it was. He look towards where (Y/N) and Blair were, the latter woman giving (Y/N) an annoyed look and (Y/N) shrugging. ‘Huh, wonder what that’s all about.’

Steve grumbled and pulled the knobs a bit too tightly. He bit his lower lip and furrowed his brows, “Idiot.” He mumbled to himself.

“You know people who speak to themselves often indicate insanity,” a biting voice spoke to him. He looked to his left where Blair was standing, one brow arched.

“Is something the matter?”

“No, is something the matter with you though?” Blair tilted her head. “It’s not related to that man sitting next to (Y/N) over there, is it?” She asked with an all knowing look. She looked back to where they all sat, then turned back Steve. “Not the man who’s currently holding (Y/N)’s hand while whispering into her ear?”

 Blair grinned when Steve accidentally dropped the coffee beans and swore. Steve looked over the machine and realised that (Y/N) and the man was nowhere near each other, he turned back to Blair who had a grin plastered on her face.

“Honestly, are all men cowards? Just ask her out. I’m sick of you pining over her,” Blair rolled her eyes and grabbed a muffin from the stand. “Stop with the puppy look, Rogers. Unlike some people I don’t find it cute.”

Steve wondered what Blair meant by that last sentence. Who was the person that found his ‘puppy look’, cute? He was brought out of his thoughts when a cough interrupted him. Steve look to the counter and found (Y/N) there.

“Sorry, Blair took the muffin without paying for it,” (Y/N) smiled apologetically at him. She handed him a note and he gave back the change. “Interesting choice you have here?” She examined the jars. “I have to say though, I prefer blondes.” She gave him a look and smiled. He smiled, confused at her.

Steve locked the door and made his way to the car, as he walked he realised that her companion had brunette hair. Suddenly her last words to him made sense. Was it her way to say that he shouldn’t be jealous?

 “I have blonde hair!” Steve blurted out loudly. He looked around and saw a couple of people giving him odd looks. He quickly ducked his head. As he mulled over his thoughts he couldn’t help the smile on his face. 

Next Wednesday he eagerly anticipated (Y/N)’s arrival. Everytime the bell rang he looked up, a small smile on his face only to be let down. On possibly the fiftieth time, he finally heard Blair’s familiar loud voice. He looked up and saw (Y/N) and Blair arms linked with a curly-haired man.

“Hey (Y/N),” Steve greeted loudly.

She looked taken aback. More quietly this time, he greeted her again. He saw the amused face on Blair’s face as well as their companions.

“Hey Steve,” she greeted happily. “This is Dan. Blair’s Dan.” She winked at him.

“You guys got finally together?”

Blair nodded and rolled her eyes, “Humphrey finally realised that he can’t do better than me and that I’m the love of his life, and he was wasting his stupid flannel-filled time by ignoring me.” Blair unexpectedly yelped as Dan poked her in the ribs. “Humphrey!” However, both (Y/N) and Steve knew that Blair was too happy to be annoyed. The new couple both sat down after giving their orders to Steve.

“Usual?” Steve asked, knowing the answer.

“Do I ever get anything else?”

“Touche,” Steve wrote down her order. He gave her the total and and she passed him the money. “Wait, we have special jars today.”

(Y/N) gave him a questioning look but nodded nonetheless. Steve took a deep breath and kneeled down, gathering the two small mason jars. It was now or never. He put the two mason jars in front of her, eagerly looking at her reaction.

She looked shocked at first but soon started to smile. For the first time he saw a small blush appear on his face as she placed the change daintily inside the right jar. “I’m eagerly anticipating our date Rogers.”

Steve picked up the jar and saw the label ‘yes’, he looked at her a huge grin on his face. “Yes!”

She chuckled at him, and awkwardly looked around at the cafe and noticing that it was only the four of them in the cafe.

“My god, Rogers, can you be more embarrassing?” Blair yelled. 

Every Wednesday, Steve opened the door with a small hop in his step, a smile on his face and humming a small tune. Wednesdays were now his favourite day. It’s been a year since they had their first date and everyday with her was always better than the last.

Her and Blair with the occasional Dan come in every Wednesday. He greets them with a smile, when they reach the counter, (Y/N) leans over the counter to kiss him, always earning a groan from Blair.

She stays back on Wednesday, waiting for him to take them both home. In all of his life, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy. He knows that he’s going to happier in the future because he knows, that one day, (Y/N) will become (Y/N) Rogers, and that their Wednesdays together will be their forever.

Tags: @upon-a-girl @iamwarrenspeace

anonymous asked:

A Headcannon or scenario of Toshinori finally revealing his identity as All Might to his s/o. Then finding out that they don't really have an opinion of his hero persona, they're grateful for what he does but they're just not a hardcore fan, and them confessing that they vastly prefer him as his true form. Lovingly accept all of him.

I’ve made the reader female for this. I really hope you don’t mind.

Acceptance//Yagi Toshinori

“So, uh, (Y/N),” Toshinori began, wringing his hands together as he approached his long-term girlfriend.

He sighed as he looked at you. Even doing something as mundane as brushing out your hair, you still mangaed to steal his breath away every time. It baffled Toshinori how a woman as gorgeous as you could be in love with such a skeleton of a man like him.

“Yes, what is it sweetie?” You asked, not turning away from the mirror as you continued to brush away.

He smiled at the nickname. It never failed to warm his heart how softly and gently you would say that; the name reserved just for him. No, he couldn’t be distracted. Not now. He was finally going to reveal his big secret to you. How would you react when you found out the love of your life is All Might: the world’s symbol of peace and greatest hero.

“You know, All Might is a pretty cool hero, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s a great man.”

“Yeah, well I’m him.” There, he had said it. He couldn’t take that back now and looking at the mirror, he saw the bemused expression on your face. 

You turned arund to face him. “Huh? No way, I think I would’ve found out by now if I was in love with All Might.”

He scratched the back of his head. “Well, maybe this can convince you.”

With that, he felt his body swell and saw you shrink before him as One For All took over his body. It caused his everything to grow at least three times as big.

Toshinori analysed every aspect of your face. His heart pounded in his now-toned chest and it was a struggle to breathe. Seconds of no response turned into minutes. What were you thinking?

“Well, okay then,” you said, finally shattering the silence between the two of you.

“What do you mean? I mean, it’s kind of a big deal. I’m All Might,” he reitterated. The mediocre response from you was the last thing he’d expected. He had prepared for tears, anger, betrayal, a rush of questions or a sudden fangasm from you. For you to be completely calm felt like…an anti-climax?

“Because I don’t care what you are. I mean it’s cool but it’s not like this changes anything. Now will you please turn back to normal; to the man I fell in love with all those years ago?”

He felt his body deflate as he transformed back to his regular form. Just lke always, you were always on his side no matter what. He snaked his arms around you, holding you close as you embraced. 

Acceptance is a beautiful thing and, to Toshinori, nothing was as dazzling as how understanding and welcoming you were. How could he ever have found such an amazing person?

Jailhouse Fuc-Uh rock

Dean x Reader

Summary; You and Dean go undercover in Dwight Correction Centre, Illinois to catch a rogue Reaper, luckily for you two, the prison houses both Men and Women together.

A/N: So, after seeing the gifs of Dean in Prison again it spurred my muse to write a one-shot about the Reader and Dean in prison together, now I did my research and there was a Prison that temporarily housed both Men and Women convicts before closing in 2013, it was based in Denver – Illinois however I have absolutely zilch idea on how accurate this would possibly be so lets just take the accuracy with a pinch of salt!

Word Count: 4,318

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Dom!Dean, hand-on-throat sexy action but not too intense, Violence

Originally posted by proof-is-in-the-pudding

“Well, personally I thought that it took you a little while to get here but looks like you finally made it” you said from the back of a riot van.

“Can it princess, you and your lunatic boyfriend enjoy your time in there together while you still can before the trial where you both get put away, apart, for a long, long time” the driver warns you.

You roll your eyes and shake the shackles that are binding both your arms and legs which are attached to the bottom of the van “yeah I’m sure we will.”

Dean just shakes his head, sat next you and in the exact same position “y'know, we robbed four stores before you amazing cops made your appearance.”

“Shut the hell up, didn’t get away though did ya?”

You and Dean both share a look before deciding that it’s probably best if you do cram it for now, so how did you end up here?

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Car Park Confessions.

A/n: This is actually the first thing I wrote back in February when I decided to stop just imagining scenarios in my head and put them down on paper, and it was the first thing I wrote since school about eight years ago.

My other works; fluff or if your over 18 smut!

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: Clichéd af but I think sometimes thats what you need! It’s a sort of au where Bucky is a celebrity for some reason, maybe a singer, or an actor like Sebastian, but it doesn’t really matter. Established friendship…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 3207

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, some angst and crying, but it’s all right in the end!


Three am. Too early and too late. The street lights burn your eyes as you lean on a traffic bollard outside the club, tuning out as your friends attempt to find a cab willing to take a trio of somewhat drunk party-goers with very little money. Cold hands to your cheeks startle you, and you find yourself staring into Wanda’s face.

“You okay?” You nod in answer, smiling softly. The chilly air is getting to you, and you stand up, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shiver. She pulls you into a hug, resting her chin on your head, and rubbing her hands up and down your back. Another set of arms encircle the two of you, warming you considerably.

“Y/N, do you mind giving me your phone?” Natasha asks you, and you pass it over without question. “Also, there’s a bench just along here and I think we could all do with a sit down, come on.”

There’s some good natured complaining about how cold the metal seat is, but once you’re sat with your legs over Wanda’s and her head on your shoulder, you’re suddenly very tired.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” you mumble at the equally exhausted pile of limbs you’re twisted up with.

“No promises.”

A car pulling up in front of your new ‘bed’ has you jolting back awake. You’re alone on the bench, your two friends currently standing beside it talking with the driver of a very nice Audi that has you frowning as you try to place it. You sit and raise a hand to your hair in an attempt to smooth it down, before repositioning your top that has ride up your body a little too much, the exhausted sound you let out attracting attention.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Natasha grins, pulling open the side door of the car idling next to you. “Time to go home Sleeping Beauty”.

Eager to get out of the cold, and hearing your bed calling, you stumble up and slip ungracefully into the passenger seat. You reach for your seat belt and click it in place before turning to the driver and freezing.

“Hello Y/N.”

“… Bucky.”

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Shu Headcanon (Happy Valentines Day! Edition)

(Hold onto your bed sheets ladies!! Happy valentines! This could be quite dark for some! 😘❤️)

You rearranged everything again. Did it look better like this?
Handmade chocolate for Shu-check
Nice clean bed-check
Candles and petals-check
Huh…what else?
Sexy underwear-check!
So what’s missing??
A knock at the door! Ah! It’s Shu!
You take a deep breath and grin excitedly opening the door.
“Happy Valentines!”
Your flat mate and best friend looked surprised.
“Ahh..thanks?!” She giggled.
“Oh, sorry. I thought it was Shu. It’s getting really late!” You sighed, looking at the time.
“Did he say he was coming?”
“Well..no..not really. But he should!” You look back at your room. “I tried really hard for him.”
“Aw, honey. Maybe he’s busy? Anyway I’m just letting you know I’m off out now.”
She hugged you and left.
Now you never felt so alone. It was way past any reasonable time for him to show up and you were feeling so tired.
You blow the candles out and slump on the bed, close to tears.
How could he? Why didn’t he come?
You take your dress off and throw it on the floor, getting inside your cosy bed.
You look at your empty room and burst into tears, switching the light off and curling up.
After crying so much your eyes started to sting and become more tired.
“Your face is pretty after you cry.” He whispers in your ear. His body pressed against your back.
How dare he?!
You ignore him.
“Heh…ignore me if you want..I’ll just leave.”
“N-no!” You turn to him immediately.
“Huh..you’re such a bothersome woman…did you do all this for me?”
“Yes!” You frown, “And you didn’t come!”
He smirks, stretching out his long body.
“Didn’t say I would…”
You roll your eyes and fight between wanting to cuddle up to him and hitting his head with a pillow.
“You’re eyes…are they sore?”
“Yes..” You rub at them subconsciously.
“Heh..stupid woman..”
He leans over and kisses you. You sigh wantonly and give into him.
“Still wanting me..even after I made you cry like this..so stupid..”
He gently bites your bottom lip and licks up the blood. You frown at the pain and groan.
“Mmm, good girl…” He breathes heavily, moving his kisses and fangs down your neck. “You must have strong feelings for me?”
“I-I do Shu! I’d do anything!”
“Anything? Would you die?”
You nod, not really thinking, only the lips on your neck was all you cared about.
“Heh..stupid…bothersome woman.” His fangs sink into your skin and you gasp.
“Och…” You hold onto him tight as he sucks, the motion making your neck sore.
“ I-I love you Shu..that’s why.” You explain weakly.
“Then die for me..”
huh? You start to panic.
His fangs move over your main artery.
“I could cut this…you would bleed out..”
You gasp and cold shivers of fear run through you.
“Humm… I can smell that..you’re scared? You don’t want to die for me?”
He was teasing, his cold blue eyes stared blankly into yours.
Shu moves his hand over your sex, you are confused as to where this was leading.
“But you are still wet for me right?…you really are so lewd.. even when you could die. Right now.”
“S-Shu..stop..please..” You shiver again and notice Shu smirk.
“Stop? Didn’t you say you loved me?”
You nod, you really did and you would do anything for him.
“So wouldn’t dying be easy for you to please me?”
You stare up at him. Shu.
The only man you had loved so intensely.
“Yes. So please Shu…please take what you want..”
Shu raised an eyebrow, “So I should kill you? Let you die for me?”
“If..if that’s what Shu wants..I’ll die for you..”
He watches you carefully. Lots of thoughts running though his mind.
Yet he still looks cold and blank.

(To be continued-if there is enough likes!)


It didn’t take much for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his presence.

“Well at least some things don’t change,” he mumbled to himself.

Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.

“Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.

“Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this. The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to say.

“First time here, lil buddy? Pretty intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”

Calvin just nodded. He stared back at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to train. You gotta look confident.”

“But I…

“Don’t wanna hear it.” He completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?” Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want you to give me an intimidating stance.”

“What?” Calvin had no idea what that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”

“No negatives!” Calvin wanted to interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want to let him down.

Giving his best bad boy attitude, Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man. You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.

“And tip you head up a little bit.”

Calvin looked at his face again. Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so much better that way.

“And flex.”

In an instant Calvin flexed his entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged. His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard work to others?

“YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.

“Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t seem to mind.

“Nah man. Shit like that happens all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.

“Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?” Calvin quipped back.

“Dude! I wish! But can’t. Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about something else.

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love Pt. 4 (James Madison x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8 , Part 9Part 10

Word Count: 1,346

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait, everyone. Things have been a little busy since I’ve come home. But they should definitely be mellowing out now 😊 Thanks for your patience.

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James Madison was the one person you could not seem to get off your mind. So far Angelica was the only one who knew your secret and you wanted to do everything you could to keep it that way. 

“You won’t tell a soul?” You asked again the next day.

“Yes, (Y/N), I won’t tell anyone.” She assured you for the fifth time. She picked at her muffin as you sipped your coffee and stared at her over the rim of your cup.

“Sorry… I just don’t know what I’d do if anyone found out.” You slouched back in your metal chair, looking around the small campus diner where you and your friend were currently having breakfast. You didn’t often have time to eat in the mornings, but your early class had been canceled today and your next one wasn’t until after noon. “I can’t believe I did that…”

Angelica shook her head and laughed a little. “You keep acting like you’ve committed murder and you’re trying to cover it up. So you had sex with some guy? Big deal.” 

“Big deal? It was Madison. That’s a pretty big deal, if you ask me.” 

She tilted her head and studied you for a moment before asking, “How was it?”

Your voice came out an octave higher than usual as you shrieked, “Angelica!” You clenched your jaw and prayed that your face wasn’t turning too red. 

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✰Kokichi & KI-BO✰

Since I’ve watched Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt pretty recently, I got inspired to do this little X-Over ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

I’m like around 7 years too late with this, huh ?(゜▽゜;)

anonymous asked:

♡ Shance/Shunk/Sheith, your pick which?

accidentally falling asleep together | shance/shunk/sheith 

Shiro smiles when he hears footsteps behind him. They’re quiet, but they fill the room nonetheless, and a second later, Lance sits down next to him, crossing his long legs over each other. The emptiness — loneliness — recedes. 

“This is weird,” is the first thing that comes out of Lance’s mouth. Shiro turns to him, propping his chin on his hand and raising an eyebrow. Lance flushes.

“Usually it’s the other way around,” he explains, gesturing between them. Shiro glances around and realizes that he’s right. More often than not, Shiro is the one finding Lance sitting amongst the stars, searching, waiting, wanting. 

“True,” Shiro agrees. He unfolds himself, stretching out his limbs. Lance runs his fingers over Shiro’s shoulder, and some of the tension in it releases. He hums.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Shiro’s mouth twists. He almost doesn’t answer, almost says no, but—


Lance considers him for a moment. The stars gleam in his eyes, a thousand reflected lights that make them look more like a galaxy than an ocean— though he always gets lost, no matter what they look like. 

“Here,” he says, patting his thigh. 

It takes him a second to understand. “Lance—”

Immediately, Lance starts pouting. He kind of hates it when Lance does it, because it’s really cute, and he always seems so genuinely disappointed that Shiro has to give in. 

“Lance,” he says again, but his resolve is weakening. 

“Shiro,” is whined back at him. “Am I not a good pillow?”

They look at each other for a moment, facing off, before Shiro sighs. Lance’s expression clears; he brightens up visibly. 

“You’re bony,” Shiro grumbles, poking him in the side and eliciting a yelp. He really isn’t, though; Lance just grins back at him in response. 

A moment later, his head is pillowed in Lance’s lap. Shiro reaches for Lance’s hand, taking it in his own and running his fingers over knuckles and ridges and scars, memorizing it like he would a map. 

“I brought a book,” says Lance, reaching behind him with his other hand and showing him a thin Altean tablet— the equivalent of a space e-reader, he supposes. Lance has somehow managed to procure stickers that are plastered over the back; there’s one of Blue, unsurprisingly, and some waves, a scribbled quote from an old book series Shiro’s sure he’s read. 

“Same one as before?” Shiro asks. “The one that’s like a swashbuckling space opera?”

Lance laughs. It’s a nice sound. 

“Are you describing a book or our life?”

Shiro chuckles. “I don’t know if we’re swashbuckling—”

Lance grins at it, the one that he saves for when he’s flirting. A little crooked, the peek of white teeth, his lips lifted at the edges— it makes Shiro want to kiss him. Instead, he feels his face heat up just a bit and the air lodge in his throat. 

“Don’t you think I’m daring?” he says. “Or adventurous, or charming, or, uh, I dunno, heroic?”

Shiro laughs. He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. 

“Sure, Lance,” he teases, but the smile softens a little. “You’re all of those.”

Lance goes red for a minute before he clears his throat and turns the tablet on. He has to take his hand back, which makes Shiro incredibly disappointed. 

“What story will you read today?” Shiro asks, then adds on an afterthought. “Not that I’ll understand it, anyway. You can translate later.”

Both Lance and Pidge have entered a friendly competition to learn Altean. Pidge is, for some reason, still using the Castle’s program to learn, though Shiro’s confided that he a) doesn’t think it’s very effective and b) that it’s kind of dangerous. Not that she would’ve listened to him. 

Lance is doing marginally better by his method of reading and watching old, cheesy Altean movies. He tells Shiro that Altean is definitely a lot different from Spanish, but he seems to be doing alright, well enough to converse with Coran a bit. 

“Just some Altean folk tales,” Lance says lightly. “I asked Coran for some recommendations. I want to— I dunno…”

He goes quiet for a bit, mulling over his thoughts, and Shiro waits for him, ever-patient. 

“I guess I thought it’d be nice,” Lance says. “Like, I mean, there’s not much I can do for myself, but I’m not, like, the only one missing home. So I thought Coran and Allura would appreciate if we… spoke Altean, sometimes.”

“Lance,” Shiro says, because his name is the only thing he can seem to say. His heart warms and swells. It’s such a Lance thing to do.

“You’ll pick it up sooner or later,” Lance continues matter-of-factly, pursing his lips. “You’re bound to if I’m reading to you all the time. Instead of just knowing your ‘essential words’—”

“Hey, they’re pretty important,” Shiro says. “I know how to say be quiet—”

“—more like shut up—”

Ab akekeosa,” he says in response, and Lance lets out a startled laugh. 

“So now you’re telling me to shut up, huh?”

“And I know hello and mood and relatable—”

“Oh, ab akekeosa,” Lance grumbles, but there’s a smile on his lips. 

They settle back into a comfortable quiet again. Shiro turns his eyes to the stars, tracing lines between them. They’re in all the wrong places, but he looks for the constellations he knows anyway and tries to remember their stories: Cassiopeia, Aquarius, Pegasus. 

Lance starts reading. His voice is low and smooth, water over the rocks. There’s a strange lilt to his words, beautiful, and Shiro is reminded of his mother’s voice, soothing as she used to read him old Japanese tales. They all have stories, all have legends they carry in their hearts, tales that echo across the stars. 

(Or maybe, he thinks, the tale of Orihime and Hikoboshi is real, and the time they spend apart is when they make their ways into other legends, far, far from Earth.) 

He doesn’t understand a word. Lance reads, and reads, and reads — he pauses often, hesitating over a new word or stumbling through a sentence, but it’s calming. Shiro finds himself content. Happy. 

He falls asleep to words steeped in ancient history, lulled into dreams by Lance’s voice. When he wakes again, it’s quiet; there’s a jacket that isn’t his draped over his shoulders. Lance is somehow curled into him, his knees close to Shiro’s chest; Shiro tucks his face into Lance’s shoulder and smiles. 

A hand finds his shoulder. Lance taps him blindly, and Shiro finds the sense to twine their fingers together in his muddled state.

“Sleep,” comes Lance’s voice, thick and soft. 

Shiro hums and does just that. 

pick one of the following and send me a pairing! (non-sexual acts of intimacy)

Upside Down (part 1)

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open.  This fic ended up being 7,500 words long so I split it up into multiple parts.  Some are long, some are short.  All are good.  I hope. 

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count:1,454

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame. 

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head. 

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him. 

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room. 

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery. 

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you. 

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. 

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly. 

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

“He had to take sudden leave for… reasons, and this is his replacement.  Get up here Scotty!” Jim yelled and you continued to look at him incredulously. 

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Space Tailor

The Guardians of the Galaxy fic I mentioned inspired by a throwaway line and this guy.

The tailor sat in his area, quietly stitching together the boots he’d been working on for himself for months. Between new crew members that joined up and old crew members that ruined their suits, he hadn’t had a moment to work on his own gear in quite some time. It never helped that half the time he’d get started on a suit for a new crew member just to have them quit, die, or get jettisoned into space.

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Purple | Taehyung, You

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 

Warning: Tae is a cute nerd in this AU, get ready

Why do you have to be different?

Tori was 14 when she realised the power she possessed. At first, it was hard for her to understand the simple things. Why everyone would keep insisting that her eyes were brown when they clearly weren’t. Why she would be able to hear people’s thoughts when she looked them directly in the eye. Why the boy she had had a crush on for 3 years, the man who had never talked to her once in his life before, asked her on a date the second they spoke.

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Very much so - Sam x Reader

A/N: So, I basically wrote this because of a prompt @angelbeandean sent me. It started as something, and then it completely evolved into something else. So now, what I’ve ended up with is pretty much just for you! So whoever you are, reading this right now, this is to make you feel sexy, independent, beautiful, and desired by Sam Winchester. ALSO WRITTEN IN LIKE AN HOUR SO DON’T HATE ME. 

Request/Prompt: “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.“

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: Around 1400.

Originally posted by secretgif-s

So far, hunting with the Winchester’s had been a surprisingly rewarding experience. You got to save people every day, kicking ass and road tripping with your two best friends. When you weren’t hunting, you got to chill out in a huge underground bunker with a library bigger than your apartment. Where was the downside? 

Being a hunter, you normally opted for jeans and a t-shirt, dressing it up to a blouse and some kind of skirt for ‘FBI’ interviews. Other than that, neither of the boys had ever seen you in anything that wasn’t loose, long, or covering 75% of your skin. 

Despite this, dressing up was something that you really, really enjoyed. The makeup, the hair, the gorgeous clothes. It always took your mind off things and was a great excuse for ‘me time’. So, when you and the boys decided to go check out the local gala ball as part of your hunt, you were stupidly excited. Honestly, you didn’t think the boys were expecting much effort from you, and you were so ready to prove them wrong. 

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HetaOni x Country Male Reader // I Love You

Credit goes where credit it due, thank Cookie of @cookies-hetaoni for her amazing version of HetaOni, with this amazing last scene. A few may be different then what you had put, but that’s bc I used google translate xD.

I hope you enjoy this, it took me rather long.

Your country name is Valen.


“Oh…” Feliciano said, his eyes adjusting to the sudden change. It was a pure white..room? He wasn’t sure. He and the others were in a diamond around a green circle.

“What is this…?” Yao asked, confused. “…It’s taking us back.” Arthur said. This would have been a good thing, if he didn’t have to mention one crucial thing. 

“And it’s erasing everything. Including our memories about this place.”

Feliciano pursed his lips before mumbling out. “We’re going to forget…” Everyone had a solemn stare on their face. “So….this is the last time…we can stay together as a family.” Alfred said, saddened just like everyone else by this information.

“Indeed…” Francis replied

“…I don’t want that…” (M/n) said, taking in a deep breath. “I…I don’t want to forget…” Ivan said, grieve stricken as he realized this was the perhaps the last time he could call them all…family.

“…Me neither…” Gilbert said right after. ‘Same here…even though Lovino and I only spent one time loop with you.” Antonio said, serious just like he had been many times before with them.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you came.” Matthew said, his voice firm. Kiku nodded. “Besides, even if you weren’t physically present, you were always included. Lovino knew everything, and you did, too.”

Ludwig gave a shaky sigh.

“…But for everything to end like this…after all we’ve been through…I’m glad we’re getting out…” (M/n) finished off his thoughts. “But this is kind of painful…”

There was a few moments of comfortable silence.

“…Say.” Alfred spoke up. “Since this is our last time together…and we’re going to forget…then there’s no problem in saying it out loud, right?” Arthur rolled his eyes, but a smile surfaced. “Oh if you’re brave enough hero, then go ahead.”

A long and still comfortable silence took place, before Alfred finally answered.

“…….I love you.”

“Oh. He actually said it.” Yao stated, though not at all actually surprised. “He is brave enough. Gosh darn it.” Arthur said. “One more time!! Say it while looking at Big Brother France~!” Francis urged out

Alfred pouted. 

“It’s unfair if only I say it! You guys say it too!” (M/n) smiled. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Matthew smiled, laughing. “Ahahaha! You two are right!” 

“I love you!” Matthew stated, smiling broadly.

“Je vous aime, mes amours~” Francis said, smiling as well.

“Hahahaha!! This is fun! Los amos a todos!” Antonio said, smiling with the other two.

“I-It’s actually embarrassing…” Ludwig said, flustered.

“Come on, West!! Don’t be shy! Follow my awesome example!” Gilbert pressed.

“ICH LIEBE EUUUUCH!!!” He shouted, giving a closed eye and broad smile.

“That’s the spirit!! Come on, who’s next?” Antonio asked.

“You guys better be grateful, ‘cause this is the only time I’ll ever speak these words to men!!” Lovino stated. “Io fucking ti amo, you bunch of bastards!!!”

“Well, shit. Guess I gotta say it too.” Arthur said. “I love you.”

“ 我爱你!!” Yao shouted, grinning.

“Ahah! Me too! я люблю тебя!!” Ivan said, a sincere smile gracing his lips.

“I never thought I’d speak these words to you, but fuck it. I love you.” (M/n) smiled a smile bigger than he’d ever done in his entire life.

“Come on, Germany, Japan~! There’s only us left! Who wants to go first?” Feliciano said, smiling at his blushing comrades.

“A-A-A-A-A l-l-l-love c-c-c-confession is s-s-something t-to b-b-be t-taken s-s-s-seriously!! I-I c-cannot–” The beyond flustered Kiku practically shouted out.

“M-Me neither! I-It’s too embarrassing!! How can you guys be so carefree?!” Said the less flustered Ludwig

“Haha! You guys are too stiff! Come on, I’ll go first!” Feliciano said. “Ti amo, Giappone!”

“I-I-I-Italy!!!!” Kiku shouted, becoming somehow even more flustered.

“Ti amo, Germania!!” He shouted out again, this time earning a reaction from the blond.

“W-Wh!!?!?? Wh?! What?! Wh?! Hey!!! Hey!? I-I wasn’t ready for this!!!!” He shouted, a red blanket covering his cheeks. (M/n) and many of the other countries smiled at this adorable sight.

“Come on, now you two can’t leave me without an answer! You don’t have to say my name, but you have to say it~” Feliciano said, a smirk gracing his lips. “B-B-But!!!” Kiku started.

“I’ll cry if you don’t!” Feliciano quickly cutting him off. “Hm, good bribing, Italy.” (M/n) said. “Ahahahaha!! Good one! Come on, don’t be heartless! You’re going to hurt his feelings!” Alfred said.

“Go on, go on~!” Francis began. “It’s okay you two! We’re at home, there’s no need to be afraid!” This made the two confused. “Home…?” Kiku started.

“Family is home!” Matthew said to them. “…You’re right.” Ludwig said after a moment of silence and he gave a sigh. “Fine…guess there’s no escaping it.”

“I-Ich liebe euch…” Ludwig mumbled, shy.

“G-Germany!!! Now I have to say it, too!!” Kiku shouted. There really was a lot of shouting going on. Ludwig only smiled. “Go for it.” His brown eyes widened. “Gh…!! E-Everyone…you better take responsibility for this…!”

“No worries, Japan! It’s mutual between everyone! Go on!” Arthur said, comforting him with having to give his ‘dreaded’ love confession. “W-Well, then…!! H-Here I go…!!

“わたしは、あなたを愛しています!!!” Kiku shouted, blushing feverishly. 

“Ooh! You did it, Japan!!” Yao said, smiling. “See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Kiku nodded. “Y-Yes…it was my first time…” The Chinese man nodded. “Me too.”Ivan piped in. “Same here.”

“Guilty as charged.” (M/n) said. “Isn’t it the same for everyone?” Alfred asked, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, but we got a pretty great love confession from Italy at that time in the hideout!” Francis stated.

“A-Ah, that wasn’t–!!” It was Feliciano’s turn to be surprised. “Veneziano! How come you only said I love you specifically to Potato Head and Japan? That’s not fair!” Lovino shouted.

“H-Huh?” Gilbert joined in. “That’s right, Italy!! What about the awesome me?!” Feliciano looked around a bit. “A-ah! Um!!” Francis piped up. “Big Brother France also wants a love confession just for me!”

“You can’t forget Boss Spain!! I want one, too!” Antonio said. “If everyone’s getting one, then I don’t want to miss out!” Matthew said. “Well, well Italy. Seems everyone wants one.” (M/n) pressed.

“Da! Italy, if you love us, you’re going to need to say it one by one!” Ivan stated, joining in with the others. “That’s right! It’ll be rude if you don’t tell us personally!” Arthur grinned. “Come on! I’m waiting!!” Yao smiled.

“And don’t forget about the hero!” Alfred said, pumping his fist up into the air. “Ah, but…!! It’ll take to long to say it ten times…! Hmm…” Feliciano thought for a moment. “Oh, I know!”

“Everyone, let’s hold hands!” He urged. “Huh?” Arthur went, confused. “This way, I can connect with everyone at the same time, so saying it counts for everyone!” (M/n) chuckled. “Pretty genius, Ita.” 

“Alright!! Let’s all do that!!” Everyone took the hand to the person on their left and right. “Everyone ready?” Feliciano asked.

“Hell yeah!! Say it with extra power!” Gilbert shouted gleefully.

“Yell it at the top of your lungs!!” Yao responded

“From the bottom of you heart!” Antonio grinned.

“Make it so we get chills!” Alfred shouted.

“Say one that would top the countless confessions we didn’t have the courage to make!” Ivan said loudly.

“Make it so our hearts won’t forget!” Matthew spoke out.

“Take our breathes away~!” Urged Francis.

“Show them how well Italians love!” Smirked out Lovino.

“This is your last chance to say it, so say it properly!” Arthur said.

“Now you have to answer, Italy. If you don’t, I’ll cry. Fufufu.” Kiku gave out.

“I’ve prepared myself mentally. You can go ahead.” Ludwig smiled.

“Be honest, and be yourself.” (M/n) gave a gentle smile.

“I…” Feliciano began. “…….Pffft!! Ahahahaha!!” Arthur pouted. “Hey! What’re you laughing at?” Feliciano couldn’t stop laughing “Ahahahaha! Everyone looks so serious!! It’s hilarious!! Ahahahaha!”

Tears streamed down his face as he gave them all the broadest closed eye smile, his curl unknowingly shaped into a heart

“Geez, this is super embarrassing, but…!! I love you!”


A deserted house on the mountains, about three hours on foot from the world summit place.

No one knows how long it’s been there or who used to live in it. Rumors had it that it was haunted


“Is what I was expecting…” America started.

“EXCEPT THERE’S NOTHING BUT NATURE!!” He pouted childishly. “What a let down! I was totally expecting to see an abandoned house falling apart!” England groaned. “How great. This was a complete loss of time. This is what I get for tagging along with your stupid ideas. Serves me right.”

America whipped back to the Brit.

“What?! You were totally looking forward to it too!! Wasn’t he, Japan?!” The modest man slightly cringed. “Please don’t include me in your fights.” 

Valen sighed, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. “It wouldn’t have been particularly interesting anyway.” He murmured. “Aah~ Stop complaining, will you? It’s good to exercise that old body of yours once in a while!” France cheered out.

“Who are you calling old, frogface?!” England went, aggravated. “You’re older than I am!”

“Oh, but my spirit is younger and livelier~! And I can properly eat my own meals without intoxicating myself!” France retorted. “What does food have to do anything with this, you bloody wanker??!!!?” England shouted.

“Ve~…Germany…even if there’s nothing, this place creeps me out.” Italy said. Germany raised an eyebrow. “Come on, now. Are you really scared of trees and flowers? There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just nature.”

“Italy!! The awesome me can hug your fears away! My arms always wide open for you HAHA–” Prussia is cut off as he coughs. “Brother, stop acting like a creep!!” Germany said, slightly embarrassed.

“Aah. but it’s really a shame. I was looking forward to making a new ghost friend…” Russia said. “Don’t be ridiculous! What if there really was a haunted house here?! We could’ve been cursed!” China said back to him.

“Luckily for France, he doesn’t need a house to curse him! I already curse him everyday!!!” England shouted. “I had no idea you spent so much time thinking about me~! I’m truly touched!” Before the Brit could retort, France continued. “And disgusted.”

“Thinking on how great it would be if you lived in another continent, that’s what!” England snapped back.

“You guys!! Stop fighting!! Geez, can’t you guys act like adults even for one second?!” China asked, annoyed by the two fighting. “Here, I’ll give you some candy so stop bickering with each other!”

China reached into his pocket to pull out the said candy, and pulled one out, only to stare at it, confused. “…Huh?” Japan turned. “What wrong, China?” He pursed his lips. “Um…I’m not recognizing this candy.” America perked up, rushing.

“What, candy?! I want one. too!” England meanwhile, walked over. “China…where did you get this?” Everyone else began to make their way over.

“I don’t know…I didn’t even know I had it.” China said truthfully. Valen perked up, looking to see what was capturing everyone’s attention. It looked like any normal candy to him, but it was clear that it wasn’t the same for England. “The wrapper is cute!” Italy spoke up.

“(…This is really strange…)’ England thought. “Uh, China. Can I see it for a while?” He asked. “Huh? Sure, here you go…do you know what brand it is? I don’t think it comes from my place.”

“…..No, I don’t.” England answered after a short moment of silence. “(I’m certain this has my magic in it. But why? And why would China have something like this?)” He bit his lip. “U-Uh, can I open it?” China nodded. “Go ahead.”

America pouted. “Hey, no fair! I want candy too!”

“Alright, alright, pipe down! I’ll get you one–” The brunet is cut off as a sudden light flashed from England. “Whoa! What was that?!” Green eyes widened. “It’s a paper!” America tilted his head. “A paper? What?”

“Uh, let’s see…huh?”

“Alfred F. Jones, Matthew Williams, Ivan Braginsky, Wang Yao, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Arthur Kirkland, (M/n) (L/n), Ludwig, Lovino Vargas, Feliciano Vargas, Kiku Honda…”

“”To believe in one another, to help one another, to rely on one another, and to leave no one behind.”….” England read out all of this before pausing.

Everyone else was silent for a while until Italy spoke up.


“”Love.”…?” England went. “Somehow…this sounds…awfully familiar.” China said. “Correct…it’s going to bother me for quite sometime since I don’t know why.” Valen said.

“…Say…” Japan started. “Since…we’re all, and we’ll have our week off…um, why don’t you come to my place…? If you’re free..”

“I…want to go.” Russia said. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea!” America exclaimed. “Sure, why not…” England said. “Can I invite my brother and Spain…?” Italy asked. Japan smiled. “Please do.”

“Sounds great! What do you think, West?!” Prussia said, turning to his brother. “I guess there’s no problem…it’ll give us a nice change of mood.” Canada spoke up meekly. “C-Can I go, too…?” Japan nodded. “Of course Canada.”

“I guess spending some time with everyone might not be so bad~” France said.” How about you, Valen?” Italy asked the stoic country. He smiled at them, a twinkle in his (e/c) eyes. “It’ll be fun. Alright.”

“So it’s settled! Let’s all go to Japan’s place!” China announced. 

Everyone smiled, a familiar feeling and a blurry memory building up as they all headed down.

A memory of…well none of them can tell what it is

But a feeling of…being…a family


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Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 938

A/N: Anon requested ; “Shawn showing you his photoshoot and it ends smutty” soooooo here it is ! X


I hear the front door open and close as I sit on my bed, in awe, watching my laptop screen intently. I flick from video to gif to photo to gif to my drink bottle. I knew Shawn’s ‘Flaunt Magazine’ photoshoot was coming out today but I must say, I was certainly not prepared for this. My jaw is basically in my lap as I look through the photos for what must be the hundredth time. “Y/N?” Shawn calls from downstairs. “Up here!” I yell, not taking my eyes off the beauty in front of me. As I see Shawn’s figure walking through the doorway, I finally lift my eyes off the screen. “H-” He begins but I put my hand up to shush him. “I am honestly lost for words. Like I just don’t know what to say right now.” I say, my mouth still agape. He furrows his brows in concern. “Have I done something?” He asks softly. I grab my laptop and turn it around for Shawn to view what I’ve been looking at all morning. His cheeks instantly flush and he pushes the computer away from his sight. “Wha-why?” He asks so obviously embarrassed about the situation. “Um maybe because I know how attractive you are normally but this is on a COMPLETE different level of like… fucking sexy!? And you said you weren’t sure it even went well!” I almost yell, completely exasperated, my hands waving around, unable to hide my love and appreciation for the shoot. Shawn places both hands on his face and falls onto the bed, burying his face in the duvet.

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One Piece fanfiction ~ ‘Am I Though?’

A short story inspired by a post made by @sableu about Sabo, I couldn’t help myself XD

Sabo had been training to use Haki for years, a task that had not been easy to say the least (and with Dragon as his teacher no less). At nineteen years old, he was confident that his Armament Haki was the most developed of the two he’d learned; he’d started imbuing his pipe with it during battle, and whilst it was somewhat draining even for him, it was very effective. His Observation Haki was still a bit sketchy at times, and he couldn’t even blame his left eye for it. Nevertheless, he was improving, getting stringer every day, and he was proud of himself.

However in this particular instance, he didn’t need his Observation to know that Elric, a fellow colleague he’d known for years since he’d joined the Revolutionary Army, was staring at him from the other side of the room from the corner of his eye. They were sorting through documents that Dragon had wanted to dig up again after recent happenings in the South Blue, and though the silence had at first been companionable, Sabo was starting to feel…awkward.

Just when he was about to give in and ask Elric what his deal was, the man himself spoke up, “…I don’t mean to be weird or anything, but chief, you know…”

Sabo looked up from the cabinet he’d been sifting through and turned to Elric expectantly. “Hm?”

Elric shifted, looking suddenly uncomfortable as heat crept up his neck and turned his cheeks pink. “Uh well, this is just an observation really, but,” he said, rubbing the back of his head abashedly. “…you’re really pretty.”

Sabo nearly dropped the papers in his hands as he stared at Elric blankly. Elric stared back for a moment before clearing his throat roughly and turning back to his own stack of files, the conversation left awkwardly at that. Sabo blinked once more.



Sabo was…pretty?



Did…did people actually think that, or was it just Elric? Then again Elric did have a relationship with Mary that was clearly more than just a professional one but…still…



Sabo was pretty?

It was only until Elric announced that he’d found the documents that Sabo realized he’d been virtually standing there staring into space for the past five minutes, and he snapped out of his trance and followed the man out of the room and back into the hallways of Baltigo.


For the rest of the day, Sabo could think of almost nothing else other than the comment Elric had made. He’d even looked at himself in the mirror to understand how or why. He stared into the reflective surface, turning his head this way and that; blonde curls he’d decided to let grow out, blue eyes with a hint of green (aside from the left eye, left discoloured due to whatever incident had left the scars that marred that side of his face and half his body), the shape of his face, his skin easily tanned, his build…

Sabo thought himself to be a lot of things over the years; a soldier, a friend, the Chief of Staff, an amnesiac, a little crazy maybe – a monster, a criminal, in the eyes of enemies or the world government – but, holy hell, he’d never pegged himself as pretty of all things. He’d never even considered it.

So later that evening, as he and Koala were finishing up the final stack of reports until they retired to their rooms, Sabo stood abruptly from his desk and asked, point-blank because he couldn’t quite take it anymore, “Hey Koala, am I…pretty?”

Koala’s pen froze over her final report. She lifted her head and slowly turned in her chair to face him, and any other day at any other time Sabo would’ve laughed at the look she was giving him. “…what the hell kind of question is that?” she asked him.

Sabo gestured himself, namely his face, and pinned her with his own look that screamed ‘I don’t know either but I can’t stop thinking about this so help me I’m desperate’. Am I though?” he insisted.

Koala opened her mouth to answer, and then slowly closed it. Blue eyes stared at him, looking him up and down, calculating and considering, and Sabo waited in silence, though his patience was wearing thin. Finally, Koala leaned back in her chair, looking defeated yet slightly awed, and muttered,


Sabo blinked. “Hm?”

“You really are,” she said. “That’s so annoying.”

“How is that annoying?!”


“I dunno, it just –“ the young woman gestured wildly at nothing, “it just is!”

“You’re making no sense, oh my god.”

“Hey you asked me if you were pretty! You’re the one not making any sense, Chief! Where, where the hell did that even come from?!”

“Elric said so!”

“Out of the blue?!”





“I don’t know!”


“Hey, what’s going in in here?”

It was then that Hack burst in through the door, pinning the two humans with a confused and somewhat annoyed gaze. “You’re aware of what time it is, aren’t you? What’s with all the yelling?” the fishman asked, looking at Sabo in particular. Noticing his stare, Sabo pouted. “Why’re you looking at me when you ask that?”

“Because you’re the one who causes the most trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Hack,” Koala snapped her fingers to gain the fishman’s attention, and both he and the young blond turned to her as she jabbed a thumb at Sabo. “Do you think Sabo’s pretty?”

Hack stared at her, then looked at Sabo. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered.

Is he though?!” Koala cried at the same time Sabo cried “Am I though?!”

Hack then turned his full attention to Sabo, a webbed hand stroking his admittedly extravagant moustache as he hummed thoughtfully. Just as Sabo began to feel just a tad like a lab experiment under the fishman’s intense gaze, Hack dropped his hand back to his side, his expression unreadable as always.


Sabo’s jaw dropped, and Koala threw her head back and howled with laughter. “Seriously?!”


Outside the room, Revolutionaries heard the mini shouting match as they moved down the hallways, catching bits and pieces of the conversation, and whilst some laughed and some shook their heads with exasperated grins, Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army and reputed as the most dangerous man in the eyes of the government, shook his head and sighed from his seat in his own office a few doors down.

Don’t they have work to get on with? He muttered inwardly as he scanned through sheets of data. Outwardly though, he found himself smirking in wry amusement.

He is prettier than other nobles I’ve met, that’s for sure.