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Today’s highlights in my ongoing project to read through and transcribe the letters of Rachel (a wealthy Victorian girl at boarding school on the East Coast in the 1890s) include…

  • Rachel’s cousin Will and his Yale roommate Allen both have the measles. Rachel shows limited sympathy (”Poor boy!”), before immediately mocking them and calling them “childish” for getting a disease only little kids get.
  • Rachel and her roommate “B” (It stands for Bertha!) attempted to steal a sign (what sort idk) from a fair they went to but found they “were carefully guarded”. She wishes Will could have been there to help.
  • Will has a crush on a girl named Jenny, who Rachel knows, and is constantly asking Rachel if Jenny has mentioned him.
  • “B” often sits next to Rachel as she writes and suggests things to add to the letter or just generally distracts her.
  • Will and Jack, who are brothers, don’t write to each other. They write to Rachel and tell her to write to the other and pass on a message for them. Rachel keeps asking why they do this, but goes along with it anyways.
  • Rachel always explains why there are ink blots or areas of sloppy writing in her letters. Explanations so far include such classics as: the dinner bell just rang, it’s after lights-out and I’m writing this in the dark, “B” is shaking my arm, “B” is kissing me, this pen is broken, the postman is almost here, and there was a bee.
  • For her 18th birthday Rachel received: a new Kodak camera, eighteen white rosebuds, silver manicure scissors, a pair of shell side combs, a silver pencil, and a vase of pink roses. However her favorite present was from her father who wrote to say she could just buy her own present and he would pay for it.
  • Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them. 
  • In addition to Calvé, Marlowe and Sothern, Rachel has now also gone to see performances by Ellen Terry, Henry Irving, John Philip Sousa, Ignacy Jan Paderewski (playing the piano, not governing Poland), and freaking Sarah Bernhardt! 
  • Rachel likes to put question marks in the middle of sentences to denote sarcasm; i.e. “I am very ? sorry for you.” and “Men were not excluded and we had the pleasure ? of meeting several.”
  • Your 1890s slang word of the day: “squelch” (verb) - to be lectured or punished for something. Example: “I expect to be squelched unmercifully by mama and papa.”  Can also be used as a noun as in: “This term we have had nothing but squelches.”
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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Would you mind doing a writing with either Genji or McCree when they have lazy day at home with their s/o? Like whichever one you choose they just have a nice sweet day with their s/o and maybe they cuddle and kiss em a bit? :0c Keep up the good work running this blog!!!!

((A/N - sorry for the break! 24 hours does not seem like enough hours in a day eugh))

Genji

Something soft stroked your cheek. You leaned into the touch, moaning softly. It travelled up the side of your face, combing through your hair. You opened one eye and saw sunlight flittering through the window. You promptly closed your eyelid, groaning and rolling over so you were facing away from the light. You heard a chuckle from above you. You peeked over your shoulder to see Genji sitting upright on the bed, leaning against a pillow with his hand still tangled in your locks.

“Come back. I was enjoying that.”

You mumbled incoherently into your pillow.

“Please?”

You sighed. You lay on your front with your head facing your boyfriend.

“Better?” You said, voice still slightly muffled from the awkward angle.

“Yes, thank you.”

You relaxed into his hand, which was now massaging your scalp. The touch travelled down to your nape, the heavenly feeling of your neck being massaged while your hair being played with was keeping you in a drowsy state. You managed to worm your hand out from underneath your body, curling it up and placing it by Genji’s hip, your fingers lightly drifting over his exposed skin.

“(Y/N).”

A grunt escaped your throat.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

You hummed in response. You had ended up falling asleep early last night, having to make Genji carry you from the sofa to the bed. However, falling asleep early also meant you missed out on dinner and you could feel your stomach slightly rumbling.

“Stay.” Your boyfriend commanded.

You weren’t in any position to say no. You were far too relaxed, stretching out like a lazy cat. The sun was warm on your bare skin not being covered by the duvet. You felt Genji climb out of bed and his little tapping all the way to the kitchen. He made noise mostly for you. Him being a ninja meant he had conditioned himself to not make noise, but after the one time you genuinely nearly shat yourself after he tried to surprise you he had made a promise to himself to make his whereabouts known to you.

Clanging came from the kitchen, no doubt the cupboard full of pots and pans was opened and it all came tumbling to the floor. You gently snorted to yourself at the thought. Genji belonged in the kitchen as much as a bull in a china shop. The two just clashed. It made you smile to think he was going to the effort to please you, though.

You dozed off into sleep, hearing a frustrated groan every now and then from the other room. Only moments seemed to pass and you were being woken by a rather enthusiastic Genji, holding a tray in one hand the other shaking your shoulder.

“Breakfast in bed.” He proudly announced.

You grinned at him. Eagerly sitting up, you looked at what he made for you. A glass of orange juice, a slice of toast with butter, a crispy rasher of bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs and two of the most juiciest sausages you had ever seen. There was also a second identical plate for him.

“Wow, I’m amazed.”
“You are welcome, (Y/N).”

You leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

You were genuinely surprised with how well Genji had cooked your food. He took your plate from you when you were finished and scuffed out to the kitchen.

You threw the covers off of you and decided to throw on something comfortable. It was a lazy day today; no work, no plans, no nothing. Just you and Genji to relax. Throwing on a baggy t-shirt and some underwear, you walked into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch.

Genji came up behind and ruffled your hair before placing himself next to you. You lay down, head resting on his lap.

“What would you like to watch?” He asked, flicking on the television.
“Anything. Even if it’s that daytime telly crap.”
He looked down at you, amused. You shot up a smug grin before laughing to yourself.

You loved lazy days. Especially with Genji.

Jesse

You were flat on your back on the floor of yours and Jesse’s shared apartment, arms and legs spread out.

“Please, no more.” You begged, panting.

You were looking up at your boyfriend who was standing over you triumphantly, feet apart and hands on his hips.

“I can do this all day, sweetheart.”

You groaned. For the last half an hour or so you had been trying to escape your apartment. You had told Jesse there were just a few e-mails you had to send and then you’d be straight back. He, however, had other plans. Every time you tried to get up he would be all over you, digging his fingers into your ribs, armpits, thighs, where ever he could reach. You were incredibly ticklish, which was an absolute nightmare for you.

“I just need to run to my office and-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he crouched down and had his large hands hovering over your dishevelled top.

“You done?” His eyebrows were raised, eyes daring you to say another word.
“Please?” You whined.

He grinned wolfishly, baring his teeth.
“Wrong answer, doll.”

He instantly wiggled his fingers on your ribs, making you scream while laughing. He was not relenting, you tried curling into a ball only to give him access to another area he could tickle you. Your breath became short, trying to whack his hands away and plead with your boyfriend at the same time. Only when he saw tears rolling down the side of your face did he take his hands away and sit back on his heels.

“It’s your day off, (Y/N). Work can wait.”

You brought a hand up to the corner of your eye to wipe away a tear.

“Okay. I’ll stop trying to leave.”
“You sure?”
Yes.”
“S'posed to be a lazy day, (Y/N).”

You sighed, slumping back into your original starfish position.

“Y'need t'learn how to switch off.”

Your eyebrows creased, frowning at the cowboy.

“Go sit on the couch ‘nd lemme look after ya.”

You lifted your hand slowly, scared to make any sudden movements which made Jesse chuckle. He took your hand and lifted you off the ground with ease. You stumbled into his arms, encasing you in a bear hug. Jesse smelt like coffee, tobacco and gunpowder. You took in a deep breath, associating him with what is now your home.

“You okay, doll?”

You nodded, not bothering to be vocal. It would have been muffled by his chest anyway. You let out a little cry as you realised his hug was a ploy to get you to the couch, your toes now only skimming the ground as Jesse waddled over. He gently placed you down and and pushed you, making you topple over. You huffed at him, crossing your arms.

He plopped himself next to you, wiggling around to get comfy. He flung his arm over your shoulder and brought you in close so you were laying on his chest, peppering kisses onto the top of your head.

“Now, stay with me. Don’t want you runnin’ off.”

You hummed, amused. Your hum turned into a mewl when he started scratching your head, your body becoming limp and relaxing into his embrace.

“There we go, sweetpea. Di'n’t I say I’d take care o’ ya?”

You kept silent, only letting out a reluctant, ‘mmhm’ when he briefly took his hand away.

“Good.”

Jesse reached over and switched on the television with the remote, flicking through channels. It was for background noise more than anything, you halfway to going back to sleep because of how relaxed you were.

You hadn’t realised you had dozed off until you were being woken by a southern drawl. You buried your face into his stomach and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Darlin’, I need to make us lunch.” He repeated, laughter behind his voice.

It was indeed a lazy day, one that you had needed for a while. The thing you loved about Jesse was that he could make you switch off from work. You loved him for it.

Scenario for all; the two of you are still laying in bed after spending a long “active” night together for the first time in a couple months~

Suho; 

-he’d sigh, grinning as felt you crawl on top of him; just snuggling into his chest- 

*gently runs his hands up and down your back* 
“Good morning my little cuddle bug.” 
*kiss the top of your head as he tightly holds you*
“Mhmm, I missed your cuddles so much.” 

Originally posted by datkaidoe

Xiumin; 

-he’d immediately wrap his arms around you as you snuggled into his side- 

*gently combs his fingers through your bedhead* 
“My sweet little, y/n. I wish I could stay like this with you forever.” 

Originally posted by drawien

Lay; 

-the moment he feels you cuddle against him, he’d feel nothing but happiness- 

*looking down, he’d sleepily giggle at your cuteness* 
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to China so soon..” 
*pouts as he pulls as close as possible* 
“I love you so much, y/n. I really don’t like leaving you, my love.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Baekhyun; 

-would pull you closer as he felt you hug his arm- 

“You’re so precious..” 
*he’d sleepily giggle before peppering kisses all over your face* 

You; “Mhmm, let’s go back to sleep..” *you automatically bury yourself in his embrace* 

*nods, kissing your forehead once more* 

Originally posted by thesilverlights

Chen; 

-he’d blush furiously, feeling so complete as he felt you and heard you whimper for cuddles- 

You; *gently shaking him* “Wake up gimme cuddles!!” 

*immediately climbs on top of you, giving a sweet ‘Good Morning’ kiss before resting his head on your chest* 
“Good morning to you, too, baby.~”

Originally posted by baekhyun2k17

Chanyeol; 

-he’d automatically become a big puppy, holding so lovingly as you snuggled into him- 

“Mhmm, such a lovely way to wake up..” 
*sweetly giggles as you press your lips against his chest* 
“My sweet little one, it always feels so good waking up next to you.” 

Originally posted by kpopsnobunny

D.O.; 

-though he’d be sorta shy about expressing his feelings it wouldn’t stop him from trying; you’d be able to hear how fast you could make his heart beat and that alone would tell you everything- 

*tenderly caresses your side as he turns to face you* 
“I like this- just being here like this with you..” 
“…just makes me feel happy.”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Kai; 

-automatically would just become a soft little baby, snuggling into your arms as much as you cuddled into his- 

“Ahh, good morning little love.~” 
*plants candied kisses along your jawline before reaching your lips*
“I swear even in the morning you’re so lovely.”

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Sehun; 

-despite enjoying his own space, when it came to you; he adored having you in his arms, that’s when he felt the most at ease- 

*smiles as he leans his head against yours, tightly holding you as you delicately laid your hand on his chest* 
“This is just perfect.” 

You; “What is baby?” 

*shyly chuckles as he kisses your forehead then the tip of your nose* 
“Just being you and having you in my arms, princess.~”
 

Originally posted by exoturnback

anonymous asked:

Domestic kanej??

this is the otpest of all otps for me so i died writing this. tysm for sending it 💕


  • domestic kanej wouldn’t happen for years and when it does it would be—fight me on this— at the rietveld family farm after inej took on all the slavers and kaz built up the barrel, destroyed it, and cashed out.
  • and it would consist of early mornings
  • inej would wake to the smell of coffee in the air at six a.m, but she’d know kaz’s first cup of it came at least a half an hour earlier.
  • kaz would be standing by the window overlooking the fields, leaning his weight against his cane, and taking economic sips of his coffee in hopes she’d join him with hers
  • some days she’d leave him alone with his thoughts
  • (these are two very independent people i can’t imagine them being glued together all the time?? also realistically speaking, that’s unlikely if you’ve been together for a while)
  • other days they’d stand together in silence and watch the sun rise
  • he’d be better with touch but not quite there (would he ever be??) so she’d wait for him to initiate
  • but because they’d both have bad days where they’d prefer not to be touched at all he still asked for her consent
  • it would be in the way he brushed hair from her face but his fingers lingered as they grazed against her temple and she’d nod for him to know it was okay to kiss her there
  • his gravelly voice would be as soft as it could possibly get when he’d ask, “sleep okay?”
  • and she’d make sure to ask in return, “did you sleep?”
  • “i slept enough,” translated to no and she’d sigh because for a long time she thought kaz didn’t sleep due to the fact he was always scheming or paranoid or both simultaneously. but no he just never ever slept??
  • they’d own bunch of businesses in town because kaz is greedy af and even though he’d be sitting on a couple million kruge he’d still like income
  • inej would go into work at one of their stores in the morning just to offer her help like the angel she is. she’d have lunch with her new girl clique (inej deserves a badass girl squad and in my mind she gets exactly that) and bring him food home after
  • neither of them knew how to cook
  • it was disastrous when they tried
  • imagine her coming home to kaz picking vegetables
  • “would it kill you to take off the suit for this?”
  • “probably.”
  • “kaz, literally no one is around for miles, it’s scorching hot, and you don’t make a very convincing business man with dirt stains all over you.”
  • he’d adjust his tie, “sure i do.”
  • she’d roll her eyes at him and wipe dirt off his cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. she’d never thought she’d see the day where kaz would be cute. hot, sure. but cute? adorable? saints help her.
  • and we know kaz has no qualms against undressing in front of her. after being in the fields all day it would be no different. he’d come inside the house pulling off his layers. only inej wouldn’t have to pretend she wasn’t looking anymore
  • she’d stare, he’d smirk at her
  • inej would be in charge of picking fruit from the trees. they’d make a game of her climbing up and tossing apples down at him in an attempt to make it in the basket he’d be holding. he’d intentionally move at the last minute to make her miss and she’d grudgingly lob some at him for it
  • other times he’d haul himself up into the tree too even though it would be painful for him to get back down. but he’s had to do worse.
  • they’d sit there and talk about anything and everything. inej would tell him about all the things she managed to overhear within the day and he’d let out a rare, unrestrained laugh at some of the stories
  • they’d make waffles for dinner, literally the only thing they didn’t burn
  • and they’d sleep in the same room but separate beds because of their traumas
  • kaz didn’t believe in her saints, but he’d silently pray for someone to save him and his sanity at night when she sat at the foot of her bed in her silk robes, brushing tangles from her long, damp hair. 
  • inej with her hair down killed him inside
  • he’d count how many times she combed each side so he wouldn’t do it wrong those nights when she sat on his bed instead of her own and offered the brush to him
  • he’d sit behind her, softly running his fingers through the strands first because he couldn’t resist. he’d take this job very seriously, parting her hair as he’d seen her do because her locks were so thick she preferred it brushed in sections.
  • he’d almost always lean in real close to inhale the soap she used. sometimes he’d sweep her hair aside and graze his nose along the nape of her neck, waiting for her to react.
  • she’d encourage, “go ahead.” and he’d trail soft kisses there
  • domestic kanej would also be relaxed and content and comfortable.
  • kaz openly admitting when his leg was in pain instead of pretending it wasn’t whenever she asked
  • inej talking about the nightmares that still haunted her
  • and cold nights swathed in blankets in the field, looking up at the stars, drinking hot chocolate
  • inej would read a lot and cry over the books. “if you make fun of me, i’ll hurt you.”
  • kaz didn’t make fun of her. he’d make tea and offer his hand. he didn’t like hugs, but he’d lock their fingers and squeeze real tight to reassure her. and since he didn’t know how to comfort he’d be all, “it wasn’t even that sad.”
  • and she’d look at him with that surprised expression he liked so much. “you read it.”
  • “you’ve only been crying about it since the day you opened it and read the first page. i was curious.”
  • they’d spend the night discussing it
  • and domestic kanej would inevitably be her waking at four a.m. to kaz pacing
  • “tell me that isn’t scheming face.”
  • kaz would only cock his head to the side, still deep in thought.
  • inej would sigh and climb out of bed, “i’ll get my knives, make the coffee.”

guys!! kaz combing inej’s hair was started by @inejjghafas in this beautiful post

dr-hu0806  asked:

YOOOO your blog feeds my endless need for P5 fan content. Thanks for all your hard work and your fun writing!!! What would be your take on the male PTs having a female S/O who looks smol but is actually super athletic and extremely protective of them?

dsjfhgsdhj What a coincidence; your blog does the same for me! ^^ Thank YOU for your support and kind words!! I can strongly relate to this S/O lmao. Thanks for sending this!! Enjoy!

Note: Grab a snack because this is gonna be long!

WARNING: (just in case) mild spoilers and innuendos ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Akira thinks it’s so endearing.
  • Here S/O was, only five feet tall with a bow in her hair, ready to pounce on anyone that dared to act condescending toward Akira. She reminded him of an angry cat. 
  • He worries that she’s going to get herself hurt at his expense, so when she becomes riled up he’ll slip his arms around her waist and pull her toward him. It’s a discreet method of holding her back, and he’ll gently sway with her in an attempt to pacify her.
  • Story time: Akira had to tend to Leblanc one night; Futaba had become ill, thus Sojiro left early to purchase some medical supplies and food.
  • He sent S/O a text to invite her over, and shortly after that he heard an abrupt commotion just outside the cafe.
  • When he opened the door, he witnessed S/O trying to ward off a drunk.
  • Akira interfered when the drunk forcefully seized her arm.
  • “Leave her alone,” he quietly demanded.
  • The drunk twirled around to throw a punch at Akira, but he had deftly dodged it.
  • The next thing he saw was the drunk pinned on the ground by S/O with their hands behind their back. She was using one hand to captivate the drunk’s, and her other hand pressed their face against the pavement.
  • A single intrusive thought crossed Akira’s mind.
  • God, I wish that were me…
  • The drunk began pleading for their life and prattling on about how they’ll try to be better. S/O released them and they fled the area.
  • S/O locked eyes with Akira. He simply crossed his arms with a neutral expression plastered on his face.
  • “Are you mad that I got physical?” When she warranted no response, she sighed. “I just wanted to protect you. I won’t apologize for that.”
  • Akira steadily approached her, his arms still folded, and then he lowered himself to meet her gaze. S/O waited for him to scold her as her defensive eyes bore into his raven-black orbs.
  • Instead, he tickled her ear with his lips and a whisper. “You’re coming with me.”
  • S/O blushed fiercely as Akira clasped her hand and led her upstairs.
  • She waited for him to initiate and fidgeted from the suspense.
  • He pivoted to face her.
  • “Teach me that move,” he requested with a serious and determined look on his face.
  • S/O was speechless, and also embarrassed by all her prurient thoughts.
  • “O-oh, um… I g-guess I could do that.”
  • His face promptly became inches from hers.
  • “Did you have something else in mind?” Smugness oozed from his teasing voice.
  • S/O’s face burned, and Akira simply laughed and kissed her on the crown of her head as he tugged her into a hug. “Thank you for defending me, by the way… you’re amazing.”
  • She returned the embrace and stroked his spine. “It’s no problem… I’d do anything to protect you, Akira.“
  • He smiled warmly as his grip tightened. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” He paused, and his voice grew solemn. “Please don’t put your life in danger, though. The world can’t lose someone as precious as you… neither can I.”
  • S/O affectionately nuzzled him. “Only if you do the same.”
  • The two snuggled for the rest of the night, explaining in great detail how special they are to each other and exchanging kisses.
  • Whenever S/O hears people mocking and judging Akira for his ‘criminal’ background, she won’t hesitate to knock them down a peg.
  • People gear their rude comments toward her as a result, but she doesn’t mind.
  • Akira cares, though, so he’ll put an arm around her shoulder and guide her away from the offenders, soothing her with his whispered words.
  • However, he doesn’t lack appreciation for her actions. He just doesn’t want her in his position; she deserves a life better than that.
  • Akira feels so ecstatic and fortunate to have someone cherish him so deeply. Not a single day goes by where he isn’t grateful to have S/O shield him.
  • He won’t allow her to carry the burden alone, though. She means far too much to him.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji would love a girl who’s able to kick his ass and look adorable while doing it.
  • He wouldn’t see it coming, since S/O is so petite and feminine.
  • Her wardrobe was mostly composed of dresses and ballet flats, and they were all pastel colors.
  • S/O would chastise folks that excessively teased Ryuji, but she never showed her True Power until that fateful day.
  • One afternoon (just before Ann joins the party), Ryuji was loitering outside of Shujin waiting for S/O, and Kamoshida appeared, reprimanding him for being so lazy and worthless.
  • S/O heard the entire thing. “Get the hell away from him,” she hissed. 
  • Kamoshida crouched down to leer at her. “Now how did a loser like Sakamoto land such a cute girl like you?”
  • His only reply was S/O’s knuckles crushing his windpipe. She dodged the extended arm that attempted to grab her, then she grasped the arm over her shoulder and flipped him. 
  • The teacher grunted as he hit the ground with a thud that shook the earth beneath him like an earthquake.
  • “Guess you didn’t hear me the first time,” S/O said, her voice as chilling as ice. “I hope I’ve made myself clear.”
  • Kamoshida glared at her as he growled, “You think you can get away with doing this to me?”
  • S/O took a single step closer to him and he flinched. “I think I just did.” 
  • She crouched down and spoke quietly, her sharp words for his ears only. “If you continue to harass him, your washed-up career won’t be the only thing that’s put to an end.”
  • Kamoshida’s face paled and he scowled as he begrudgingly retreated back into the school.
  • S/O turned back to Ryuji, who was standing there wide-eyed with his mouth agape.
  • “Babe…”
  • “W-why are you looking at me like that?” S/O was stuttering and her cheeks were a crimson hue.
  • Holy shit, she’s so hot…
  • Out of all of Ryuji’s thoughts, that one was the most innocent.
  • “We’re drawin’ a lot of attention. W-why don’t we get outta here and, uh, go somewhere more… private.”
  • And boy did they  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • He isn’t scared of her at all… well, maybe a little, but he knows she would never hurt him.
  • If someone even glances at Ryuji the wrong way, S/O will just  (ง •̀_•́)ง.
  • He’s obnoxiously smug about it since no one messes with him at school anymore.
  • But he wants to protect S/O, too; he believes that she deserves to have someone watch her back, so he asks her to train him.
  • She is so gentle with him; she would never be able to forgive herself if she actually injured him.
  • Ryuji said he could take it, and when he braced himself for impact, he only felt a soft smack on his chest. She just cannot bring herself to hurt him.
  • All he wants to do is kiss S/O when she acts so cute. It’s such a stark contrast to her combative side, and Ryuji is a complete sucker for it. 


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is so smitten with S/O. She’s so compact, and he would love nothing more than to carry her around in his arms all day.
  • He nicknamed her as his ‘guardian angel’ because she always watches over him when he forgets to, or she’ll defend him when people spit nasty insults at him.
  • Yusuke didn’t suspect just how physically capable she was until the afternoon that he walked S/O to his dorm after her ballet recital, commending her talent and grace. 
  • He was utterly captivated by her as they strolled about; the proof being the unwavering expression of adoration on his face.
  • In fact, the stars in his eyes blinded him so much that he collided with another pedestrian.
  • “Oh! My apologies,” he said, extending his hand to assist them.
  • The stranger aggressively slapped Yusuke’s hand away, causing the artist to wince and clasp his hand to his chest.
  • “I don’t need some damn pretty boy’s help!” they bellowed as they stood up.
  • S/O could hardly restrain her fury, and her voice shook when she spoke. “He said he was sorry. There was no need to be so violent.”
  • “Shut up, shrimp!” The stranger lunged at her and she twirled around, landing a formidable kick right in their jaw. The thug was quite tall, but thanks to her flexibility, S/O had no trouble.
  • They dropped to the ground yet again, except this time no one offered them aid.
  • The thug stammered an apology and skittered away.
  • S/O pivoted to face Yusuke. “Are you all right?”
  • He remained silent; he was struck with awe, as well as a desire to kiss her.
  • “…Yusuke?”
  • He snapped out of his trance. “…Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
  • “Let me see your hand, just to make sure,” S/O coaxed.
  • Yusuke obeyed, and she delicately examined it with her soft fingertips. “Hm, it’s still a little red…” 
  • She placed a light peck on the palm of his hand.
  • The careful control that he built up came toppling down. He grasped S/O’s face and descended to greet her lips with his.
  • Yusuke reluctantly separated from S/O. “I apologize, I couldn’t help myself… that was very unbecoming of me.”
  • S/O blushed and shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
  • He smiled. “Indeed. I have you here to protect me, after all.” Yusuke clutched her hand and planted a kiss on top. “You truly are my guardian angel, S/O.”
  • Yusuke practically worships her; in his eyes, she’s the living embodiment of grace and strength.
  • S/O is the perfect model because she’s so flexible, and he’ll have her wear her leotard while she poses.
  • He flusters himself because all of her lean muscles become more prominent when she poses; as a result, his eyes stray to certain areas, and he needs to take a break before he gives himself a heart attack.
  • Yusuke’s constantly caressing her legs and arms with his fingertips; it’s like he’s feeling her power and strength.
  • He’ll do some light stretching or yoga with her, but S/O won’t allow him to try her daily routine since it’s too rigorous and she’s worried he’ll get hurt.
  • He’s astounded by her ability to scold people with so much dignity and authority.
  • Even though he acknowledges her bravery, he’ll interfere with her confrontations because he’ll be damned if she’s hurt as a consequence.
  • Yusuke has the utmost respect for S/O because she would face any opponent for his sake, even if it was the entire world; what’s not to love about that?
Mad: Part 1

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Will contain smut, violence and tense situations in later chapters

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Love and Afraid

This short story is based off Norman Reedus’s movie SKY. If you haven’t seen the movie, this story spoils some of it in ways. If you do not care or you have seen the movie, carry on. I have had a few requests for this crossover, so here you are.


  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • Part One
  • 735 Words
  • Warnings: Talks about death

“Daryl?” The whole house is quiet, but it normally was with him. Daryl never plays music or watches old movies. He spends his time doing productive things, which in the end, was a good thing.

You walk up to the second floor, where he sleeps when he can. Perhaps he was taking a nap, getting ready for the run Aaron wants him to accompany him on.

The bedroom door is cracked and you can see a figure on the bed. Knowing Daryl, he wants to be alone to rest. But this wasn’t like Daryl to sleep during the day, not in the afternoon.

You knock gently on the door, twice, as you had on the front door. There’s a small grunt but nothing else. Unsure if that was a ‘go away’ or a ‘come in’, you step inside and look over at the sleeping man on the bed. He’s on his side, his arms tucked under his only pillow as he never asked for any more. Daryl thinks he deserves nothing, not even one extra pillow for comfort.

“Aaron is looking for you.” You say softly, stopping just before the bed. His stomach is moving slowly, hardly moving at all, actually. His legs twitch a little, as if he were trying to pretend to sleep now. “Why are you up here?”

Daryl doesn’t speak. It’s not that shocking, but it doesn’t help your worry. You sit on the side of the bed and watch his side move as he breathes. His hair is still greasy, probably going on his fifth day without washing his hair again. Somehow you don’t mind. There were worse things to worry about during a walker breakout, especially now with all these bad events happening with other survivors.

There’s a small noise that leaves Daryl’s throat. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it a sob. Except, you didn’t think there would be a reason for Daryl to cry. Life, aside from the walkers, was pretty good at the moment.

“Daryl, honey. What is it?” You rub his elbow, soothing him, letting you know you care about him. “You can tell me.”

After a long minute of silence, Daryl sniffs. “I’m worthless.” He growls.

“What? No.” Without thought, you curl up beside him and wrap your arms around Daryl best you could. “You are not worthless. Don’t ever think that.” You assure him, placing one hand on his side and the other combs through his hair.

For a moment, you think Daryl may push you back or tell you to leave. He doesn’t. He lays there, his breathing still shallow.

“Had a visit with the doc.” He continues. His voice is shaky, uneven. It sounds like there’s something caught in his throat as he speaks. “I’m… uhh—“ He stops.

“You’re what?” You’re glad you let your nails grow. You massage them into his hair gently, scratching his scalp to calm him down. He accepts this act of kindness.

“Doc says I ain’t got long to live.”

The world stops. Suddenly, the world outside means nothing. You forgot all about the walkers, the bad survivors, Rick, Carl, Aaron. None of that mattered.

A lump catches in your throat as you try to swallow and you watch the back of his head, your whole body going cold. You feel like you just entered a freezer without any clothes on. Your head spins, trying to wrap around what he just said.

“I ain’t gon’ make it, Y/N.” He explains, though you didn’t think you needed that.

“Daryl…” You glide your fingers down his side and back up to his arm, giving him goosebumps that you could see.

“I never got ta tell ya…” He grumbles, stopping just before he says it. You let him ponder on his words while you still try to wrap your head around this.

“Shhh.” You caress his cheek to silence him when he stuttered over his words. “Don’t. Just close your eyes and rest, Daryl. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

His shoulder starts to shake. You don’t acknowledge the fact he’s weeping. You slip your arm around him, holding him closer. He’s still shaking. You can only imagine how he’s feeling right now. You decide to ask questions later, let him cry himself to sleep. Sometimes people just need to let their feelings out, and Daryl was one to bottle them up. Not now.

anonymous asked:

Hi, bro! Could I ask for some advice? I've been questioning my gender recently (AFAB) and I want to experiment with looking more androgynous because that's generally the types of clothes I reach for, especially the days my chest upsets me. Only problem is that my hair (my favorite part of my body) is copper, waist-length and ringlety, as well as often bushy. Combined with a rounder face and big eyes, I look pretty feminine. Any suggestions on how to look more androgynous without cutting my hair?

First of all, your hair sounds rad AF, and it definitely shouldn’t be a problem! Lots of masc and neutral presenting people rock long hair, and it gives you something exciting to work with.  Also, keep in mind that being genderqueer doesn’t require a change in how you present, you should look how you want to look!

Anyway, here are my starter tips for a more neutral/less femme look, but bear in mind i’m not a hugely experienced person when it comes to fashion and makeup :)

Face:

If you wear glasses, changing the style to a squarer or more masculine looking style can change how your face looks.

If you have piercing, you can you them to put out the vibe you want- e.g., dangly hoop earring make your face look rounder, and studs and asymmetrical looks can be more masc/androgynous

Try different contouring on the face for a more neutral look- emphasize your cheekbones and jaw line with dark eyeshadow etc.

If your face is very feminine you can balance that out by thickening your eyebrows. If you muss them up or darken them with mascara/eyeliner pencil, it can help to look more masculine. Boys tend to have less of an arch to their brows too.

If you want to draw attention from your eyes, limit makeup around them like mascara and eyeliner which will make them look bigger, and wear more makeup/darker makeup elsewhere like the eyebrows or the lips.

You can wear clear lip gloss and put some powder on top to make your lips look neutral coloured, rougher and more masculine.

However, makeup’s not for everyone, and it’s by no means essential! It’s about doing what makes you comfortable.

Minimizing chest:

Binders, those dance tops ballet folks wear to reduce movement, or just a good, well-fitting bra - but not a pushup one

Wearing dark colored tops can be slimming for your chest.

Wearing jackets or cardigans over your t-shirts/singlets breaks up the outline of your chest

Wearing cute + chunky scarves to cover your chest.

A shirt with a cool collar/lapel will draw attention away from the chest

However, wearing long necklaces or decals on the chest draws attention to the chest.

Wear clothes that broaden your shoulders e.g. suit jackets w pads

Wear patterned or brightly coloured pants to draw attention there instead.

Hairstyles:

Wear your hair in different styles, really show it off- it sounds gorgeous. Pushing it to the side or combing it back can make it look more androgynous.  Certain hairstyles also make your face look less round, but you’d have to ask a person with more experience with having long hair than me to tell you which. Mussing it up and wearing it in a textured style also looks more androgynous. Accessorize it and wear it up- drawing attention to your hair rather than your chest on dysphoric days, and just showing it off when you’re in the mood. You can also wear caps, beanies and hats, and push it up under them on days it’s worrying you.  

Clothes:

Structured clothes can provide a more angular body shape, or a baggy look in neutral clothes (hoodie or sweater and boys pants) can hide curves. Bright plain colors are a favorite of lots of nb/genderqueer people I know, as they tend to lack gendering decals without being too dull or overly masculine.   I like to wear t shirts with my favorite superheroes on them, as they’re normally in a neutral or masculine style and it’s nice to have them as back up throughout the day :P

Button downs, Jackets, vests/waistcoats, sweaters (I really love sweaters!!!)

Masculine looking pants like Chinos, or other baggy pants, or rough low decal jeans.

Big chunky boots or masculine shoes can totally change the style of an otherwise feminine outfit and they make you feel pretty badass.

Androgyny is more a personal style choice than a certain way you have to dress so figure out your own look. shop around, including in the guy’s section and in thrift stores to see what catches your eye.

There’s also lots of cool online stores designed for and by lgbtq+ folks, which you can shop at or just use for inspiration (they’re often pretty expensive) e.g.

http://www.qwearfashion.com/home/?category=Shopping

http://www.genderflux.com/store

http://www.wearandrogyny.com/#

http://shapeshiftersinc.storenvy.com/products

https://weareher.com/clothing-has-no-gender-fashion-brands-for-the-queer-friendly-wardrobe

https://www.onedna.us/

http://sixty-nine.us

http://www.dapperq.com/

http://www.charlieboy.net.au/

http://www.tillyandwilliam.com/

https://sharpesuiting.com/

http://www.androgynousfashion.com/

http://www.muttonheadstore.com/

http://www.flavnt.com/

https://saintharridan.com/

https://playout-underwear.com/

http://outplaywear.com/

http://www.wethematriarch.com/

Much love,

Your big brother Alex

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Stuffed Nose

Summary: One where the reader is sick and her boyfriend Chris has to take care of her, of course being cute and giving her lots of love. 

Warnings: Nah, this one’s cute. 

Words: 1502

Notes: Hate me for writing this, I know I do.

Can you imagine having your weekend with your boyfriend Chris ruined when you catch a cold and being a sweetheart he takes up the challenge of taking care of you?

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Reticence

Reticence: /noun/- the quality of being reticent, of not revealing one’s thoughts or feelings readily.

Summary: A request from @40212, reader has self esteem issues about herself, and Peter Parker decides to weigh in.

Word count:1,609

Warnings: some of the language in this fic is,,,personal to my own experience of being overweight. It’s not my feelings towards any other person other than myself.


You rolled over in bed, trying hard to combat the arms that clung to your waist. Small, pale and rough, Peter Parker’s nimble fingers had brushed underneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch setting flame to the skin beneath it.

Your hyperawareness of the whole situation made you sweat, despite the cracked window that let in the cool January air. You deftly picked up Peter’s hands and dropped them onto the mattress beside you, scooting your legs to the edge of the bed and stretching. Peter’s shirt (a Star Wars shirt, you could add,) raised up on your torso, the shorts underneath them have ridden up in the night, practically underwear the way they sat at the dip between your pelvis and thigh.

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