adorableness personified

carry on, darling, we were built to last


Victor was cut off by his own hiccup and Yuuri sighed. A small smile was playing on his lips, but he sighed anyway, just because. Victor had promised to be pacing himself at the beginning of the banquet and it was only an hour later that he stumbled over to Yuuri, slurring his name with a thick Russian accent, the r rolling off his tongue in a way that made Yuuri’s skin tingle just a little.

He wasn’t mad, no. Victor deserved this. If he wanted to drink, he was free to drink, and in the morning Yuuri will be there to pat his back and point out to him with a smile that “I warned you this was going to happen.”

Victor’s jacket was gone, Yuuri noticed when his fiancé draped himself all over him, but the rest of him was as immaculate as when they’d left their hotel room earlier that night. Something stronger than champagne was sloshing in his glass, colouring his cheeks and tainting his breath. He leaned over Yuuri’s back, hugging him loosely from behind, glass pressed to Yuuri’s chest to keep from spilling in his unsteady hand.

“Yuuri,” Victor whined into the side of Yuuri’s neck, breath hot on Yuuri’s skin and making a shiver creep up Yuuri’s spine. “Why is no one dancing? This party is so boring, let’s dance!”

Yuuri, who’s been talking to Phichit and Celestino, shot them a look which could just as well mean “I’m so sorry for this,” or “please don’t comment”, or “see what I’m dealing with here, please help”. They both smiled at him in amusement, absolutely no help at all.

“He’s right, Yuuri,” Phichit offered, the best friend he was, and Yuuri glared at him. “This party is boring, go dance with your man.”

“Right? Thank you, Phichit!” Victor grinned, but his grin soon disappeared as he frowned, turning to look at Yuuri. “Wait, what man? You have a man, Yuuri? Why didn’t I know that?” He gasped, free hand flying up to his mouth. “Are you che–” A hiccup broke his dramatic sentence, but Victor seemed unfazed and continued as if nothing happened. “–ating on me?”

Phichit snickered at that and Victor looked at him, confused and betrayed, beginnings of a pout curling around his mouth. His eyes crossed a little when he stepped away from Yuuri. Yuuri didn’t give him a chance to pursue the topic, though, taking Victor by the hand.

“You’re my man, Victor,” he said, a little flush on his cheeks. “My only man, remember?”

He lifted his free hand to remind him of the matching rings sitting proudly on their fingers. Victor’s face immediately brightened into a grin.

“Yuuri,” he sung, hugging him close. “I love you so much! Marry me!”

Yuuri laughed a little, hugging him back.

“There, there.” He patted Victor’s back, plucking the glass from his fingers and handing it over to Phichit. “Enough drinking for you tonight.”

“Mm, fine,” Victor mumbled softly into his shoulder.

“Do you want to go back to our room?” Yuuri asked, trying to peer down at him and blinking instead when his own eyes crossed from looking too close. He wrinkled his nose.

“Nooo…” Victor pushed away from him. “I want to dance! Dance with me, Yuuri!”

He took Yuuri’s hands and pulled, pulled, pulled, until Yuuri caved and let him lead him away from Phichit and Celestino.

“Have fun!” Phichit called after them, but Yuuri was too busy making sure that Victor didn’t trip over his own legs, or worse, bump into anyone important in his haste.

They stopped in the middle of the room, Victor twirling Yuuri around and Yuuri easily stepped into it. He laughed softly to himself when Victor brought him back into his arms. He was lead in a slow dance he couldn’t even name, it was probably just a random mixture of everything and nothing, but when they slowly swayed from side to side, their feet moving in sync even if they weren’t looking, Yuuri didn’t necessarily care.

“You’re not really drunk, are you?” Yuuri said when Victor twirled them around as if they were doing the waltz.

“Ah,” Victor smiled, a sheepish, adorable smile that melted Yuuri’s heart a little. “Was it that obvious?”

Yuuri smiled back. “You haven’t stripped yet, so yeah, a bit.”

“I knew I forgot something,” Victor mumbled to himself over a hum.

“I’m glad you’re not drunk, though,” Yuuri said, stepping closer to him and taking the lead right out of Victor’s hands. He dipped him down, smiling into the widened, but delighted blue eyes. “This way both of us will remember tonight with no regrets.”

Victor laughed, a happy, little laugh that made Yuuri’s fingers tingle with warmth.

“Yuuri,” he purred. “I never have any regrets when it comes to you.”

Yuuri blushed, the warmth spreading from his fingers over his whole body, reaching deep into his chest and setting it alight. They straightened, but before they took up the dancing again, Victor leaned in to steal a kiss – a short, sweet press of lips that ghosted over Yuuri’s like a promise of forever.

And Yuuri flushed, and smiled, and danced his man all over the banquet hall, drunk on air, happiness and love, because no alcohol could ever give him what Victor had.

anonymous asked:

I just saw the new laughing emotes, and I am in love with them! What about you? How about a scenario where the reader has a crush on Genji, Hanzo, McCree, Zenyatta, Lucio, and Hana hears them laughing for the first time?

A/N: Anon, have you seen how happy everyone is? Hanzo’s smile, god damn. And Genji. Lord, Genji, my precious ninja bae. And Tracer. Fucking Zarya???? Marry me now, Sasha. Reaper is a complete dork though. It’s like, really Reyes? Cackling? You are a serious adult assassin, aren’t you?

At first, he’s just chuckling but then he goes onto full blown fucking laughter and you can’t fucking breathe. You forget the joke because you’re still registering the wonderful sound coming out of his mouth and you wish you hear it plenty of times afterward. And then he just assumes his former position as if nothing happened? Like??? Is it ninja training, is that what it is? One point he can be a fucking demolition crew and then he’s super adorable??? What is this sorcery?

It’s a short burst of laughter paired with a gorgeous smile as he tips his head away, smiling fondly down at you. Hanzo’s expression is so rarely open, so rarely expressive and free, that you wish for a camera or something because just as quickly as the expression warps his face into a picture of glee, it disappears. You try to remember whatever it was that made him smile, made him laugh, and you try variations, hoping for the same outcome. Now, he’s just smirking at you, as if you won’t make him laugh again. Challenge accepted, Handsoap.

Totally the kind of guy to laugh at his joke, you’re still shocked at how the accent persists into the laughter, all southern and twangy. And he laughs with his entire body, shoulders that cave in, the wolfish smile, and the adorable gesturing of his arms like “look at how funny I am?” And he knows what he’d doing to you, because he freezes and harmlessly pokes his fingers out, like he’ll shoot you or something.
“Bang, I got’cha.”

Oh, you didn’t think it was true. But your hands graze his sides only a fraction and it’s enough for his arms to hastily wrap around his sides, feet kicking at your childishly, as the laugh sputters out. It’s cute, almost too cute. And for a few seconds, all you can do is tickle him because that sound is something precious and by thunder, you’re gonna romance this omnic into infinity just for that sound alone.

He doubles over, slapping his knee, and the laugh bumbles its way out of his mouth because he just couldn’t hold it in. If you really got him going, he’d probably fall over, and you imagine mid-battle that his laughter could power the team. He smiles with his eyes closed, his entire face seizing with uncontrollable emotion.

You are slain, honestly. Hana’s laugh is adorable, her MEKA personifying the almost embarrassed glee at being made to laugh. The way the MEKA almost collapses around her as she holds her sides is just too cute, too damn cute. And the little laughing glyphs that appear in the air make it seem like she’s a kind of GIF, you just need to work on making sure it repeats.

We were talking in group chat about the lack of Pure Evil in Night Vale.

We’ve had villains; Lauren and StrexCorp spring to mind, but their primary goal was profit and success. Kevin has done some shit, but he can’t be called evil, i wouldn’t say, because he seems to believe, at least at the time it was happening, that he was doing what was necessary and appropriate. 

But now we have seen the face of evil.

It’s a beagle puppy.