and this one is shitty yeah sorry'

Well I saw this so I had to do it.

Thanks Foo for the amazing effect (:
Bonus Jotaro Being There for his daughter…I just really needed that :(
Edit: fixed Hermes’ triangles.

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What is this??? I’m uploading two in one day??? Presenting my deities!AU Yuuri and Viktor (you can also follow my deities!AU tag for all my stuff)!

But yeah… I drew these two and they turned out much cuter than I expected. Sorry for how shitty the images are. I had to downsize bc the originals were too large to upload lol… these cuties are ginormous.

Possible charms in the future????

a slap on the wrist

based on: when ur a gay and u say “thats gay” and a straight™ comes along and starts to lecture u on how offensive it is and then you hit them with that “im gay” so imagine that situation but with dex and shitty 
because the author of the above said to me “WRITE THE GAY FIC” and i thought that was a wonderful idea.

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Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.

ALSO IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD IM SORRY BUT I DID MY BEST SO, IM SORRY AHSHUSDBIDBD

also credits to shwua for the gif
-admin kate x

warning: contains daddy kink, rough sex, spanking and SIN. if this ain’t your thing then we have a lot of other stuff to choose from.

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akatsuki headcanon rl
(by a girl who is bad in english)

How they say “i love you”

Pain: would go back to the basics and tell you “ you know you are my world” in a very romantic moment

Konan: A simple “ I love you” is her thing. She is not into this super dramatic “ I would die for you” but she will make you know you are a very important person to her. She would probably make little paper crowns and call you “prince/princess”

Kisame: Will bring you presents everytime he’s on a mission. He loves to spoil you when ever he can. A flower, a new sword, a dead body - everything for his girl

Itachi: Itachi is the edward cullen of love. He watches you sleep, protects you from everyone who just breathes and doesn’t talk. He will also be afraid that he might hurt you with his fate and power, and clearly he doesn’t want to have sex with you at first. He treats you like a child sometimes but it is his way to show you his love

Sasori: Sorry but he will turn you into a puppet. Maybe he calls you “Art” or something but yeah… that’s it. He is a shitty boyfriend

Deidara: Deidara is the type of man who always have to show you how cool he is, so if he starts a fight with your father at a family diner ( i believe that every universe has at least one diner ) it is because he wants you to know that he will kill anybody who dares to touch you.

Kakuzu: He would never tell you that he loves you but he calls you things like “ dear, honey or sometimes my girl” Kakuzu is a jealous person so if the kills some of your friends it is because he loves you

Hidan: Fucks you everyday, everywhere, everytime. He can’t stop touching you and most of the time he shows his love with hot making out sessions

Obito/tobi: He starts a ninja war for you :):

Midnight Snack
Laurens x Gremilton(?)
@sleepyeule because you said i could

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Burr was tired of the little monster that was handed off to him, but Alexander didn’t mind, in fact, he appreciated it. If his pranks hadn’t bore fruit, he might have stolen a hat to sail downstream.
“Your turn, good evening,” Burr said when Laurens opened the door, he wanted to give the beast to Lafayette because he knows the gremlin would end up as cannon fodder. But, alas, he had made himself indispensable quite a time ago. “Thank you!” Laurens responded in a slight shout. Alexander gleamed at him and clinged to his leg, “On forth Johnny! You promised me letters!” Laurens sighed at the nickname but couldn’t deny it was somewhat endearing in an Alexander way. The two ventured to the guest room, a snack of unsigned documents had been shuffled on the desk and a pile of towering novels so Alexander could reach with ease.
Laurens picked him up and set him on the top book. He sat on the opposite side of the desk and was able to take a small nap while the gremlin was preoccupied.
“Johnny, Johnny, John, Laurens, Cute Guy, Freckles, John, Johnny, Jo-”
“Yes, I’m up. I’m sorry Alex, did you not like this months letters?” Lauren’s eyes were clouded by sleep and still unable to adjust to the light no longer behind his eyelids.
Alexander smiled before pointing to his stomach, “I liked them a lot but you slept through dinner.” Laurens returned the cat like smile with a more gentle one of his own before getting up to find a small snack for the small federalist. It was only a few crackers and jam, only a happy mistake.

Bonus:

“Johnny, dearest, let me sleep with you.”

 “Fine Alex, I just want to sleep. Please.”

 “Hell yeah!”

Earn Your Trust

Originally posted by bacardistyles


request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?

thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:



“So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.

I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”

“You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.

I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”

“He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”

My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”

I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”

“What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.

Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.

“Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”


The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.

“You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”

“What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”

She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.

Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.

She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?

As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.

There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.

“Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.

He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”

“What are you talking about?” I said, confused.

He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”

All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?

I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”

“No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”

She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”


It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.

I exhaled, then sent him a text.

hey it’s y/n

I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.

Great, now i have to get my number changed.

I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.

look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you

Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.

omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much

Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.

But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.

why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust

I guess you wouldn’t go that far…

Fine, we can get lunch or something.

thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right


I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.

“I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.

I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”

He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”

“Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”

He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”

“Is that not what I did?” I questioned.

“That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”

“I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.

He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”

I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”

He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”

I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”

“Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”

“It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”

Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”

“You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.

He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?

I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”



if you have any ideas for other imagines you’d like me to write feel free to request them, requests are always open x

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why is it so funny, Jongup?…

navcissus  asked:

pls tell me that my guess that Bitty shotgunned with Nursey is right and also ya know if you were to elaborate on Jack's and Dex's reaction I wouldn't complain .... ...........

(You are correct but to be fair I also was going to accept Ransom holster Chowder dex and shitty as an answer. Like every answer was correct)

Yeah my guess was that it happened at a kegster during year 2 and jack’s upstairs but bitty and the frogs are all chillin on the back porch. They’re passing a joint around (not a bowl, sorry Bits) and it got to the point where there was like one hit left, so nursey suggests shotgunning. (more under cut cuz i wrote too much)

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Knight in Shining Armour

Can I request a tony stark x reader? He rescues her from an attacker one night on his way out of a bar. She’s hurt pretty bad so he drives her to the tower to get cleaned up where she tells him that her attacker is her bf and she tried to leave him that night. Tony isn’t having it so he brings her home to pack her things while he stands over her in his suit to keep away her bf. He moves her to the tower, gives her a job and asks her out

Tony x Reader

Based on the prompt though I did take some liberties, I hope you still enjoy it Nonnie!

Warnings mentions of physical abuse, verbal threats and name calling, panic attack, swearing

WC 2520

AN I really hope that you enjoy this. It got away from me and it’s really long. Sorry (not sorry!)

You walked quickly, your hoodie pulled low over your head and your hands in your pockets.  Walking aimlessly, you weren’t sure where you were going to go but you refused to cry. You were done with crying; you were all cried out.

Because you weren’t watching where you were going, you bumped into what felt like a walking brick wall.

“Oof,” you let out.

Strong arms grabbed you to keep you from falling, “Oh, sorry,” came out a gruff voice.

“It’s okay,” you replied, looking up, gasping when you realized it was Tony Stark.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded. “Holy shit. You’re Tony Stark.”

He laughed, “That I am. And you are…?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You thrust out your hand, awkwardly, to which he laughed again.

He looked carefully at your tear streaked face, “But seriously, are you okay?”

You sighed heavily. “Yes…no.”

He pulled you into a brightly lit coffee shop and sat you down. Here he would be able to see you clearly so you kept your head down.

“I’m going to order us coffee. Sit tight.” His tone left no room for argument.

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I doodled all of this in class today and spent the entire afternoon digitalizing it i can’t see anymore

but yeah… my hand slipped.
multiple times.

sorry,
Lune

Staycation Vacation

Requested

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“Goddamn, we need a vacation.”

You watched as Dean plopped down on the couch, covered in a goo you didn’t even want to know where it came from. Sam looked just as bad but had enough strength to sit upright.

“Yeah,” Sam said, wearily and full of sarcasm. “A vacation. Just like a normal family.”

“I think it’d be a nice idea,” you said. “You two desperately need it.”

The brothers looked over at you before sharing a look between themselves.

“Well,” Sam started.

“I mean, we’ve covered a lot of cases recently,” Dean added.

“There’s no major apocalypse happening right now…”

“A few days off never hurt anyone.”

“Well, that’s settled,” you said. “So, where y’all going?”

“Nuh-uh,” Dean said, pulling himself from the couch and heading for the kitchen. “You’re coming with us.”

“Why?” you called after him but didn’t get an answer. You turned to Sam. “I mean, you two are the hunters. I just live here. My life is already a vacation.”

“True, but you’re family.”

Dean stepped back in, beers in one hand, Sam’s laptop in the other. He tossed the machine on his brother’s lap, earning a grunt from him, before settling down next to him. “So, where should we start?”

“Tropical?” you suggested.

“I’m not really into swim trunks and fruity drinks,” Dean said, lifting the bottle to his lips. “Although women in coconut bikinis are always striking.”

“Definitely not tropical,” Sam said, typing something into the search bar.

“Amusement park?” you said. “Like….”

“Please don’t say–”

“Disney World?”

“No. Hell no,” Dean said. “I’m not setting foot in that tourist trap. Too many kids and giant mice and…” He shook his head with a grimace.

“What about a road trip? Like visiting all those roadside attractions. World’s largest ball of twine, world’s largest ball of paint, world’s largest rocking chair, world’s largest bottle of ketchup, world’s largest–”

“Pain in my ass?” Dean asked. “Because that’s what you’re starting to be.”

“Be nice,” Sam gently chided.

“You’re the one who brought up the idea of a vacation,” you pointed out. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The three of you examined vacation spots for hours, but nothing appealed to any of you one hundred percent.

“Maybe we should just forget this,” Dean said. “We’ll just have a staycation here in the bunker. Order in some food, watch some shitty cable.”

“Yeah, that sounds exciting,” Sam said.

An idea began to form in your mind. It wasn’t something you were too pleased about, but you couldn’t help but think that the brothers might enjoy it. There was plenty to do in the surrounding area, but the location was large enough that they shouldn’t get bored. It had the elements of a staycation as well as a vacation.

“Um, I think I know of a place,” you said.

“If you say Disney World again, I swear I’m gonna–”

“No, Dean.”

“So, where’re you thinking?” Sam asked.

“It’s… a surprise. But I think you’re going to like it.” You stood, heading down the hall. “Pack your bags. We’ll need to leave by eight if we want to get there before dinner.”

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“All right, make a left up there.”

“Uh,” Dean said. “This doesn’t seem like a vacation-y place. Are you sure you know where we’re going?”

“Yes, Dean. Just keep driving. Left.”

Dean turned left, following the road until he reached a gate.

“What the hell,” he said. “This is a residence. I knew you didn’t know–”

“1987.”

“Excuse me?”

“The passcode. 1987.”

Dean looked to his left and saw a little keypad nestled inside what looked like a birdhouse. He shot a look back to you in the rearview before rolling the window down and pressing the keys. The gate began to swing open, revealing a long drive.

“Okay, what the hell is happening here?”

“Just drive,” you said. “Take the right fork when we get to it.”

Dean continued to drive, slightly wary of this whole situation. He watched in the rearview as the gate closed behind him.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Carefully, he pulled the gun from the glovebox, just in case.

The fork in the road appeared and Dean took the right division. He followed it until he pulled up to a large, beautiful house.

“What is this, some sort of resort?”

You didn’t answer, simply exited the car. The brothers followed you to the front door, watching as you pulled a key out of your pocket. It unlocked the door to their surprise.

Stepping into the foyer felt like stepping into a movie. A large, double staircase greeted the group, a glittering chandelier hanging in the middle. To the left, a hall led to a kitchen, if the glimpse of a fridge in the end room was any indication. To the right, a parlor, with an ornate couch in view. A few doors were in either of the side halls, inciting interest.

“Make yourselves at home,” you said, stepping down the hall to the kitchen. The boys followed you, watching as you opened the fridge, examining the contents. You nodded in approval before stepping to the cabinets, finding more goodies there.

“So, where exactly are we?” Dean asked.

“Promise you won’t… freak out.”

“Oh my God. Did we break into someone’s house?”

“No. This is my house.”

The brothers were quiet a moment before Dean started laughing. “Yeah, right,” he said.

“I’m serious. Well, partially. This is technically the guest house located on the property where I grew up. But I did move out of ‘the big house’ when I was fifteen and settled in here, so…”

“You mean there’s a house bigger than this?”

“Yeah. Down the left fork.”

The brothers shared a look before darting out of the kitchen, exploring every nook and cranny of the house they could find (though they were wary of getting lost). They found the parlor, the billiards room, the in-home theater, the six different bedrooms, the library, the office, the art studio, the wine cellar, the walk-in pantry (that was as large as the bunker’s kitchen). Outside they saw a tennis court, a swimming pool, a fire pit, a basketball court, a croquet field, and what looked like a horse stable in the distance.

They managed to weave their way back to the parlor, where you sat, flipping through a magazine.

“There’s a bigger house?” Dean asked.

“Yes, but I’d rather not go there. Bad memories, if you know what I mean.”

The brothers sat on the couch across from you (the plushest, softest leather either of them had ever felt). “When were you going to tell us about this?” Sam asked.

“About what?”

“The fact that you’re loaded!” Dean said.

“I’m not. I mean, I have money, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t–”

“You’ve seen our lifestyle,” Dean said. “You know you’re loaded.”

You sighed. “If it helps, I shared the wealth.”

The brothers shared a confused look. “Is that how our accounts suddenly had four times the amount we thought they had?” Sam asked.

You nodded. “I made monthly deposits. I wanted to feel like I was contributing.”

The brothers said nothing for a while.

“Look, I know this is kind of lame,” you said. “But Dean mentioned a staycation and I figured it would be nice for you two to get away from the bunker. We can still order in food and watch crappy TV, but now you also have access to…” You waved your hand vaguely around.

“This is too much,” Sam said.

“Please. Let me give this to you. You deserve it.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, elbowing his brother. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”  

obviouslyelementary  asked:

7. can I kiss you? - with Logicality please? :3 I loved your previous one so yeah ;)

Sorry this is so late I’ve had no time and I’m lazy but I’m writing some shit now so like here it is in all it’s shitty glory

Warnings: None.
Pairing(s): Logicality, hints of Prinxiety :)

“Can I kiss you?”

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Logic, Roman and Anxiety were sitting around the common room, watching Aladdin on their TV. Anxiety was cuddled into a sleeping Roman’s side, almost asleep himself. The three were peaceful, which was strange for Thomas’ mind.

Patton hurried down the hallway, apparently needing more data for an experiment. His heart raced as he thought of the particular data he needed. He slowed as he reached the common room, watching from the doorway in awe as Logan mouthed the words to ‘A Whole New World’. Patton smiled momentarily, then felt his nervousness as Logic looked over to him.

Morality cleared his throat. “Hey, Lo, I need some more data for my latest experiment, and I want your help.” Logic beamed.

“My help? For an experiment! Why sure!” Patton awkwardly smiled, gesturing down the corridor.

“Follow me then,” he instructed. Logic leapt off the couch and hurried past Patton. Morality quickly caught up, surprised at how willing he was to participate. They reached Patton’s room and entered it. He quietly closed the door behind the two. “Ah, you can sit down on the bed, I guess,” Morality suggested when Logic just stood in the centre of the room.

“That’s a weird place to conduct an experiment,” Logan muttered, just loud enough for the other to hear. Patton immediately blushed. Logan sat on the bed and stared up at his friend. “Well?” Patton’s face turned an even darker shade of red and he sat down next to the already seated personality.

“Okay. The is going to sound weird, but, can I kiss you?” At this point Morality’s face was practically on fire. Logic scoffed and rolled his eyes, although his blush was very prominent.

“I understand what you meant by that but it’s may I kiss you, not can I kiss you. The answer to what you said is obviously a yes, you are physically able to kiss me, but-” Logan’s babbling was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his, and he let out a surprised squeak. Patton’s hand cupped Logic’s cheek, and the other rested on his hip. Gradually Logan began to kiss back, leaning into the other. He closed his eyes and let Patton take over easily, enjoying the feeling of this whole love thing.

Eventually, they broke apart. Logic stared into Morality’s eyes in awe, taking in the beautiful shade of brown and his beautiful eyelashes. Light freckles dusted the other’s nose, and his light pink lips were parted slightly. Logan blushed lightly, realising he just kissed someone so beautiful, his crush of many months.

“W- what was the experiment for?” Logic asked, tilting his head slightly. Patton laughed, the cheeky twinkle in his eye appearing.

“There was no experiment. But if they’re was, you’d win,” he claimed.

“That’s not the way experiments work, Pat,” Logan informed him, giggling.

“You’d still win,” Patton insisted, pecking Logan’s lips. “May you be my boyfriend?” He asked, smiling.

“That’s not the correct way to ask, but sure,” Logan said, beaming. Patton picked his frie- boyfriend up and carried him to the common room, settling on the couch to watch Aladdin.

anonymous asked:

71. <3

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“Me and the boys will handle it.”

Yuri found that Beka’s friends were just as likable. Asad was goofy with thick-framed glasses and shoulder-length hair, Serik had short, close-cut hair and a large smile, and Rasha had dyed dark red hair and a soft voice. 

He found it funny that Otabek was the shortest out of all of them, and he liked that they accepted Yuri at once, immediately telling him how much Otabek had talked about him (even before Barcelona).

They’re staying in Rasha and Asad’s shared apartment, since Otabek and Serik still lived at home, and they wanted to be in the city center rather than the outskirts.

Yuri’s cuddled up to Otabek on the living room carpet. He’d kicked off the blanket in favor to just spoon Otabek. Serik’s above them on the couch and snoring irregularly. 

Otabek’s whole body tensed at a knock on the door. It’s followed by shouting in Kazakh. 

Serik’s up from the couch not long after and soon Asad and Rasha were in the common area as well. 

Asad said something in Kazakh, and Yuri tried to not let his frown turn into a pout. He caught that he’d said something about Rasha and that’s it.

Otabek said something back, and then he was pushing Yuri away in favor to stand.

When Otabek looked down at Yuri, he had an apologetic smile. 

“Rasha has some troublesome acquaintances,” he explained, “But don’t worry, me and the boys will handle it.”

Yuri’s eyes narrowed and he sat on the couch while he waited for them to return.

They come back high on adrenaline and victory, laughing and shouting at one another in Kazakh. For the first time since he arrived in Almaty, Yuri felt distant from Otabek and his friends, for more reasons than one.

There proof of a fight mostly came in the form of bruises and light scratches, but Otabek did have a bloody nose. It took all of Yuri’s willpower to let him take care of it himself.

He stayed silent about his troubles until Otabek was taking him back to the airport. They opted to borrow Asad’s car rather than Otabek’s bike, so Yuri only had the soft rum of a sedan’s engine to speak over.

“Am I like a girl to you?” Yuri asked, looking anywhere but at Otabek.

Yuri could tell his expression from his confused and worried voice, “What? Yuri, no. You’re my boyfriend. Not my girlfriend. What would make you think I see you as a girl?”

“The boys,” Yuri quoted, “Referring to you and your friends. Not me. Because I’m a dainty fairy that can’t handle himself in a fight, yeah?”

He finally looked up to see a concerned frown sketched onto Otabek’s face, “You know I don’t think you’re fragile or any of that bullshit. It was shitty wording on my part, Yura. I’m sorry. You’re not a fairy, you’re a soldier. But if I ever see someone trying to hurt you I don’t think I’d be able to handle myself. I want to protect you because I love you, not because I think you need protection.”

Yuri stared at Otabek as he finished, “You love me?”

anonymous asked:

i hate sunday evening... If you have time, would you mind writing something about Rob feeling a little bit blue because the weekend is over? (you know monday = Nicola, Jimmy, Jimmy's stomach...)

anon, i feel this ask in my soul. hope it’s not too late!

:::

It’s been a good day, a good weekend really. One of those long, summer ones; endless afternoons and blue skies.

They’ve spent practically the whole time outside, lazing around the garden. Adam and Vic came over for a barbecue this afternoon. Everyone getting the kind of hazy dunk that comes from too many beers in too much sun.

It’s getting dark out now, thinking about it anyway, the air finally cooling off.

Robert lays back on the grass, hands folded behind his head. He’s drifting, watching the sky turn pink, listening to Aaron collecting up bottles, bickering with Liv as they pass in and out of the house.

It’s a strange sort of melancholy, the kind that comes from having a good time. When you know you should be milking every last drop from it but you’re already sad that it’s over. It’s that Christmas Eve feeling from when he was a kid.

Jesus. He’s definitely had too much to drink.

“Don’t help or anything,” Aaron says, standing over him.

Robert smiles a little, can’t work up the energy for a good come back. “Sorry, just thinking.”

He can’t see Aaron’s face very well from here, but he can here the frown in his voice, that hint of worry. “You alright?”

Robert hums. “Yeah, course. Sunday blues, that’s all.”

Aaron drops down beside him, stretches out perpendicular to Robert’s body, head in his lap. It’s grounding the way touching Aaron always is.

“Good weekend,” Aaron says, like he’s congratulating them on a job well done. Maybe he is, god knows they’ve had their share of shitty ones.

“Yeah,” Robert moves a hand down, sinks his fingers into Aaron’s hair, strokes down behind his ear. “Shame I’ve got to spend most of tomorrow in a car with Nicola.”

It’s an important meeting, Robert knows that, but he’d still rather stay here; sleep ‘til noon and cuddle Aaron on the sofa. Watch a Sunday film like they didn’t get chance to today.

“Don’t stop,” Aaron says, pushing his head into Robert’s hand when he stops scratching.

Robert moves his fingers again, a half absent little head massage.

They sky’s a purpling grey now, ground cold and hard beneath his back. They should go inside really.

“I like Sundays,” Robert says, not really thinking about speaking aloud.

Aaron puts a hand back, knuckles pressed to Robert’s ribs. “Me too.”

It’s still rubbish that it’s Monday tomorrow but Robert knows what he’s coming home to. And he’s got a lifetime of Sundays ahead of him.

Angry (An Anti and Dark fic)

(AND A VERY SHITTY ONE AT THAT SORRY)

Shitty writing done in half an hour and I thought “Hey, why not upload it, right?” Took inspo from a post that I think @markired had or answered or something where Dark is there for Anti etc, but I just love the design of Anti and Dark as characters and wanted to explore how it would be to write about them. So, yeah! Enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 2326 words

WARNINGS: Um violence, I guess? There’s a drop of blood? And the title kind of describes the general mood of the story lol

PLEASE GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK! I LOVE IT!!!


It was 7 o’clock. Dark and Anti sat on the couch, dinner just finished, TV on and playing. Dark sat on the armchair as usual, arms straight on the armrests and legs relaxed outward, nonchalantly giving a vibe of power and assertiveness despite being calm and relaxed. Anti sat lazily on the long couch, leaning on the back of the chair, arm resting on the side, and he lazily slumped his weight onto his arm, concentration dissipated. His foot tapped restlessly, his eyebrows concreted in a downward slope showing his mind were elsewhere than what was playing on TV. Dark knew something was up with him. He never just sat there bouncing his foot. He either zonked on the couch and laid flat, or he was hunched over on the edge of the corner playing video games. Something was wrong. He casually watched Anti for a while longer, trying to solve him like a person solves a rubix cube. However, he was smart, and Anti was just as easy to solve as one of those trivial cubes. To Dark, they were simple. And it was simple to tell how Anti was feeling. He was mad. Something, or someone, had rubbed him up the wrong way.

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Imagine: Louis hearing Two Ghosts
  • Harry: So my album is out.
  • Louis: I know, I just bought it. Should we go listen together?
  • Harry: You go ahead. I'm just gonna watch you.
  • Louis: Now that doesn't sound creepy at all, Haz.
  • Harry: *laughs* Oh c'mon Lou! Just listen please?
  • Louis: Yeah okay. Uhm so let's go with Two Ghosts 'cause I heard rumors that it was about a certain someone. Who might that be?
  • Harry: You know who. *giggles*
  • Louis: Taylor Swift?
  • Harry: OH fuck no! Louis!
  • Louis: *laughs* Chill babe. I love you.
  • Harry: I love you too. Now listen.
  • ... after the song. Harry hands him tissue.
  • Louis: I'm so sorry that we're in a shitty management. I love you so much. I'm sorry you have to suffer and that it's so hard for us. We have each other and I'll always help you remember how it feels to have a heartbeat. If it gets too hard. I'm here. I love you.
  • Harry: And you have me. I love you too. So much.

So as a person who was in a relationship with a 32 year old when I was 20 and extremely socially inept this last episode felt like a stab in the guts for me. Let me explain how.
Jack spent the last 50 years by himself in a cyberpunk world, there’s no way in hell he didn’t interact with people at least to a minimum in that time, right? I mean, 50 years is a fucking long time. Let’s stretch a little bit and say he could have even had some sort of romantic/sexual interaction during that time. But even that is besides the point; being that he was probably in his twenties when he got stranded on this aku-reigned apocalyptic future, he has around 70 years of life experience. Let’s move to Ashi for a bit. Ashi was born into captivity, destined to train and become an assassin together with her sisters. Assuming she’s at most 25 (which I honestly doubt, she looks 15-20 to me, but that’s besides the point), she spent more than 2 decades being denied of social interaction with anyone except her sisters and her mother, even then one could hypothesize friendly interaction between the sisters was probably highly discouraged. The only person she ever came into contact that she could be herself with and with whom she could like actually socialize, for the first time in her life, was jack. Do you see the imbalance here? How fucked up it is that a 70 year old person, portrayed still as a 20-something overly naive guy, to be in a romantic relationship with a young girl who hasn’t had an actual relationship, romantic or otherwise, ever before? Where jack had 50 years to mingle about, collecting social and life experience in general, Ashi had little to none. I’m not even against jashi honestly, but Genndy could have worked on it in a far more responsible way.