i care too much. xd

It was White Day and Kuroo told him a pick up line that would 100% work on Akaashi, knowing Akaashi has had a crush on Bokuto since his high school days.

Akaashi thought it was ridiculously bad.

He loved it anyway, since it came from Bokuto’s lips.

[follow up to my Valentine’s picture I did during FAPuary - but with adult!BokuAkas]

Yuuri’s sure if it got even a degree colder, his balls would end up bluer than the goddamn sky.

“O-o-of all the t-t-times, wh-why now?” he stutters, stuffing his hands further into his track suit pockets. Any deeper and he might just rip a hole through the material, but Yuuri couldn’t care less. It’s freezing, and he knows as night falls, it’s only about to get colder.

He’s no stranger to harsh weather- Hasetsu has hit him with ridiculously hot summers and chilly winters, but Russia’s cold bites in a way no other place ever has. Yuuri’s spent a majority of his life in an ice skating rink, but the sheer amount of pain he feels at the moment is unnatural. No amount of exposure to ice could possibly prepare him for this.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

It’s a familiar voice, the anger and stubbornness a comfort that cuts through the fog in Yuuri’s brain. He never would’ve thought Yurio’s voice would be a source of such happiness, but it is.

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Okay, I’ve got about 20 or so finished asks in my drafts ready to go and I’ve got my inbox down to under 30.  Since I’m feeling pretty good this morning, I’m going to go ahead and post what I have.  So get ready for more yandere robots!  XD

Ok, I know I’m a horrible human being but when @beg-for-it-black invited WWE fanartists and fanfic writers to join her WWE Disney collection with a work of our own I couldn’t hold myself back… I also know that many of you will immediately unfollow me for this, well go for it because I like Ambrollins too damn much to care honestly ahahahahahahah xD


Alexander x Reader

AU: Modern College

Request: “My name is Em, i’m british andddd i’m very silly, shy, clumsy, love showing people how much i care, love friends, far too emotional! XD i was thinking something modern with Alexander? :3 i’m happy with anything fluffy and sappy tbh but maybe something like in school & one of them kinda defends the other from bullies or mean people?? like they’re friends and such but dont talk much and after that they do and it’s just all happy and fluffy.”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this y'all, I hope y'all enjoy reading it :D Thanks to everyone who reads my work and likes it, know that I love each and every one of y'all (P.S. I’m thinking of calling you guys my smol baguettes, let me know what you guys think :3) (P.P.S., I just got through with my own finals and yeah! Only till next quarter @.@)

* * *

Finals week.

You wanted to meet whoever decided that every class should have their finals in the same week and just throw some hot coffee on them. Or just scream. The less agressive version was probably the better.

Your first year of college had been going okay, although you still hadn’t broke out of your shell much. You didn’t consider yourself to be boring by any means, you were actually a pretty bubbly person. But for some reason, the thought of approaching people with that enthusiasm made you want to crawl into one of your over-sized sweaters (preferably your soft and cozy gray one).

There was a couple of kids in the class that you had seen a few times before; Hamilton, he was always agruing with a tall kid with fuzzy hair about neraly everything, freckles, who sat in the seat in front of you and smiled at you every now and then, an extremely tall French-accented guy that always seemed to be keeping his rowdy friend (the one with the name of a greek god, Apollo maybe?) out of trouble. Other than that, you were pretty much alone. But, you had a feeling that that would change soon. You didn’t know how, but you just had a feeling.

You decided that in an attempt to branch out and get to know people, you’d do something nice for your topics in U.S. History class; you’d take some of the stress off of finals week by making cupcakes for everyone.

Who doesn’t like cupcakes?

After much thought and deliberation, you had settled on red-velvet cupcakes with a cream cheese frosting. Since you were exhausted but still wanted to make the treats, you had decided to use box mix and canned frosting, Betty Crocker would do just fine.

You had just finished frosting them when you checked your phone, and it seemed that you were so caught up in decorating that you hadn’t noticed that you were about to be late.

“Come on the one time I actually try to do something nice!” You muttered, stuffing your phone in your pocket before grabbing the cupcakes and heading out of your dorm. It was days like this you were really grateful that you decided to live on campus.

The container that held the cakes was quite bulky and you were struggling to keep it under your arm and jog at the same time. You needed to stop and readjust it, and this is when you realized; you were being followed. It was only for a moment, but you knew you heard foot steps behind you. And they had stopped when you did. Your heart began racing as you surveyed the area around you, not a soul in sight. Everyone must be in class. The building where your class was held loomed only twenty feet ahead, and if you booked it, you could make it.

“Ooh, nice cupcakes, cupcake.” The voice behind you sneared. You froze. You were a smaller girl, definitely not strong enough to take on the gruff male voice coming from behind you. Slowly, you turned to face your confronter.

Charles Lee, the captain of the football team. A.KA., the biggest douchebag on campus. Great, now you had to deal with him AND be late.

“Did you need something?” You asked curtly “I have a class to go to.”

He gave you a sickly-sweet smile and walked a step closer, and you took a step back. “Well, I was hoping you could help me with something. I’ve heard rumors that you’re pretty smart, is this true?”

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach, you didn’t like where this was going. You did have a 3.8 GPA, but you weren’t really sure of what importance that was to him. “I guess?” You shrugged, gripping the box of cupcakes a little tighter.

His smiled only grew wider, and his eyes sparkled. He looked like he was enjoying your discomfort. “Then this arrangement will work well.” He took another step towards you, and you found yourself backed up against a tree.

You tried to keep ypur voice steady, hoping it didn’t sound as panicked as you felt. “What arrangement?”

He placed his hands next to your head against the tree, trapping you with his arms. “Big man on campus tells me I need to get my grades up or I can’t play football. So, you’d do all my work for me Ms.Brainiac and in return,” he pulled down one hand and gripped your wrist, you let out a small yelp in surprise and pain, “and you won’t get hurt.”

Oh god, why hadn’t you brought your pepper spray today? You thought. ‘Because you were in a rush.’ Your heart was beating out of your chest as your mind raced, trying to think of escape routes. But he was too tall, his body seemed to be closing in around yours. He dug his nails into your wrist.

“I don’t know why you’re thinking about this like you have a choice.” He growled, no longer smiling, but smirking. You wanted to puke.

“I-I have classes too, there’s no way I’d be able to do your work and mine! I’m sorry, but it’s a no.” You attempted to wriggle free, but it was useless. Suddenly, he grabbed your cupcakes and threw the box to the ground next to you. He grabbed your free arm and flipped you around, twisting your arm behind your back. The burning pain brought tears to your eyes.

“Did you not hear me when I said you didn’t have a choice you little bi-”

“LEE!” Suddenly, your arm was realesed and you heard the man behind you turn around.

“Well if it isn’t the bastard, orphan hims-” You had turned around, just as Charles was cut off by a punch to the mouth. The powerful blow knocked him back, and you quickly darted out from against the tree. You wanted to run, but you needed your cupcakes, priorities right?

Your savior was much smaller height-wise than Lee, but he seemed just as strong, if not stronger as his hair flew out wildly from his ponytail with each punch to Lee’s gut. It was only a matter of seconds before Charles escaped from the position you were just in, holding his nose and stumbling away. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS HAMILTON! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS!” He yelled. But just like that, it’s over.

The man turned to face you, lip split. But other than that he looked untouched. You knew that face. You knew you knew that face. What had Lee called him?

“Are you alright?” He breathlessly aked, wiping a bit of blood from his mouth. His blue sweatshirt didn’t get any blood on it though, and for some reason you were really glad about that.

“U-um, yes. I think.” you rubbed the wrist where his finger marks shone, bright red and now turning purple. There was definitely going to be a bruise. You looked back upand stared into the man’s kind, brown eyes. “Thank you,” you thought for a moment, “Alexander.”

“Anytime, Charle’s is just a dickhead bully. You do not deserve to be bullied (Y/N).” His smile was far from Lee’s, it held concern and care and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he knew your name. His eyes fell on your box of cupcakes, which were no doubt crushed from the scuffle. Nevertheless, he carefully scooped them up and held them out to you. “I assume these are yours?”

You sighed and nodded. “I made cupcakes for eveyone for Washington’s class, you know, as a nice surprise for the end of finals week? So, I was late because I was decorating them, then on my way here,” you found your cheeks growing hot and internally shuddered, “that happened. They’re probably all ruined.”

He opened the box and stood next to you, allowing you to survey the damage. Only about half of them were smashed, which was good. The other half was still passable. Maybe.

His eyes lit up and you could see an excited gleam in his eye, much like that of a child on Christmas morning, eagerly surveying all of their presents. “Are these red velvet?” He asked. You nooded. He glanced up sheepishly at you. “May I have one?”

You chuckled. “As my knight in shining armour, you may have whatever your heart desires. I am in your debt.” You curtsied, which earned you a laugh.

“Why thank you m'lady.” He balanced the box with one hand and selected a cupcake with the other. Your eyes widened as he stuffed the entire thing into his mouth and quickly chewed, swallowing it just as quick as he had grabbed it. His eyes met yours and he chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. But damn, those were good.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Thank Betty Crocker.” He smiled back at you, and you felt your cheeks once again growing warm. That smile…

“Um, well, Alexander. We probably should get to class.” You motioned to the building ahead of you. His eyes widened and he closed the box.

“Damn, right. Class.” He walked beside you, refusing to let you carry your bookbag or your cupcakes. Quite the gentleman indeed.

Just before you reached the door, you turned to Alex. “Why were you late this morning?” You asked. He smiled and shrugged.

“My alarm didn’t go off. Which is odd, because I know for sure I set it last night.” He shrugged. Okay, he could call you cliche but you had the strong premonition that this wasn’t just a freak coincidence.

It was fate.

* * *

“Alexxxxx,” you whined, “you’re hogging the enitre couch again!”

He chuckled and pulled you on top of his chest. “There, better?” You smiled and nuzzled into him.

“Get a room mon ami!”

“Yeah, we’re trying to watch the rest of the movie! Bumble Bee is kicking some major Decepticon ass!”

“(Y/N) and Alexander sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

Both you and Alexander laughed at the boys grouped on the floor in front of the couch. Hercules was sitting with his back against the couch, Lafayette sitting between his legs, curled up against him. John was now facing the two of you from the floor and making exaggerated kissing sounds. Alex threw a pillow at him.

Ever since that day three weeks ago, you and the boys had been inseperable. Once you had gotten into the classroom Alex had intoduced you to the group, and you had been delighted to find that they all knew who you were. And that you almost (but not really) got Herc’s name right. They had graciously accepted your cupcakes, insisting they were the best they had ever had, even when you insisted that it was just plain old box mix and some frosting. Nontheless, it made you happy.

Movie nights happened every couple of days, the only thing that ever varied was who’s dorm you were in and who got to pick the movie. Tonight since you were in Hercules and Lafayette’s dorm, you were watching Transformers.

But you weren’t really focused on the screen in front of you, you were too busy trying not to freak out too hard that you were this close to Alexander. And he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Yes, you hated to admit it, but you had developed an intense crush for the dark-haired man. And you were in deep. No one in your squad knew about your feelings, and you intended on keeping it that way. After all, you thought, I’m just one of the guys to him. That’s all I’ll ever be.

You stayed nuzzled against Alex for the remainder of the movie, and only when the lights were turned on after the movie ended, did you realize Alex had fallen asleep. Soft snores cme from his mouth, which you found adorable. You brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes, which seemed to always have bags under them. You were always hounding him about how he needed more sleep, and he rarely took your advice to get some.

You glanced down at the men on the floor, Lafayette had fallen asleep with his head against the chest of a passed out as well Hercules. You smiled, they made such a sweet couple. John was taking the movie out of the DVD player, then stood up and stretched. He turned back to face you and smiled.

“What?” You whispered, not wanting to wake Alex.

He shrugged, still grinning. “You two would be perfect together.”

You shook your head, cheeks ablaze. “No, we’re just friends John. You know that.” You couldn’t help the bite of bitterness in your tone. He cocked a brow and sat, cross legged on the floor a few feet from the couch.

“You like him.” It wasn’t really a question, more just a statement.

“No way.” you paused, then sighed. “And even if I did, there’s no way he’d ever feel the same.” Your heart sunk as you said the words you dreaded to hear. “So fine, I like him. Sue me. But I know it’ll never happen.”

Suddenly, he broke out into a grin and jumped up, moving towards the bathroom. You brushed it off, he must’ve really ahd to go. But that smile?

You disregarded it as just a John thing and turned your head back to lay against Alex. But your heart stopped when you saw his eyes open, staring back at you. He was wide awake.

“U-uh, how um…how much of that did you hear?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your heart raced. You prayed he had just woken up when John jumped up.

“All of it.” He admitted. No such luck.

You needed to go, like, right now. You attempted to get up, but Alex held you to him, arms around your back. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you refused to look at him. You couldn’t take this kind of rejection. Not from him.

“(Y/N), look at me.” His voice was kind and you reluctantly brought your eyes back up to his. His brows were furrowed. “Is what you said, is it true?”

You nodded, biting your lip. No, you would not cry. You could not cry., not in front of him.

He smiled, then brushed a few locks of hair from your face. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say the exact same thing to you.” Before you could respond, he had sat up just enough to press his lips against yours. This was the kiss you had dreamed about, the one all romantic-novel writers try to capture withing their pages. But there wasn’t a combination of words that could do something as magic as this justice.

When you finally pulled away, you looked back into his eyes. You found the same excitement as the day he had tried your cupcakes, and the thought made you smile.

“Damn y'all! It’s about time!” John exclaimed. Your head snapped to the right of you, where allof the boys were standing, phones out and smiling like idiots.

“Seriously,” Hercules groaned, “It was so painfully obvious that you two liked each other.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the support Herc.” He chuckled.

You loved these goofballs, and a strange thought popped in your head. You turned back to Alex, grinning. He smiled back down at you. “What is it?”

“I guess we should thank Charles Lee.” His smile dropped.

“Why in the hell would we do that?” You chuckled.

“If you hadn’t had to rescue me, I wouldn’t be cuddled up against you right now.”

He grunted. “I’m still not thanking the jackass. But,” he sighed, “You’re right. I guess.” You laughed and pressed a kiss to his pouted lips, in which he responded by pulling you tight against him, running a hand through your hair.

“Woah, woah, woah! Okay it was cute at first but seriously, Bon dieu get a room!” Laf groaned. You pulled away from Alex and giggled.

Maybe that is just what you two would do.

I just realized that we know from Agents of SHIELD that fully functional ocular prosthesis exist in the MCU, and yet Nick Fury still chose to keep his injured eye and wear a fucking eyepatch over it instead because he probably thought it looked badass as fuck and he’s like the physical embodiment of overly dramatic

Look, look who’s here… after traveling for hours on the plane, he finally arrived. Someone generous and kind *wink wink thedollymaker sent this to me a few weeks ago but I was so busy, I couldn’t make a post so he’s been waiting for a formal introduction. So hello, this is dolly Issei.

….. isn’t this dolly Issei a purrfection?!! xD 

Originally posted by grunge-is-not-deadd


Myungsoo — MBC Wishing Star


March in, take commands
Line up, take a stand
Make this war to act
Strike fast, start to hunt
Gear up, to the front
Let the fire start

Patrol, punish man
Strike hard, burn the land
It’s a ravished scene
Now aim head and heart
Untamed, tear apart
Hear the perfect screams

pantherblack  asked:

Its sad when you think about it: Joker needs Harley. He was lonely before her. He tried to move Batman to his side, made a gas that makes people look like him, made people go insane (the creeper, he wanted to do it to Gordon, the cop in "dead to rights" and more) he's a clown, and a clown need a crowd. Harley is the only one in the whole world who laughs at his jokes, Sees him the way he sees himself without judging him (they both see J as attractive while everyone are disgusted by his looks)

Joker absolutely needs Harley. And despite him being so evil, i can’t help but feel bad for him sometimes. I know Harley does as well.

It soon became clear to me that The Joker–so often described as a raving, homicidal madman–was actually a tortured soul crying out for love and acceptance. A lost, injured child just trying to make the world laugh at his antics.

I feel that Harley sympathizing with Joker as much as she does (not to mention she probably knows private things about him that no one else would know) is one of the factors in her constantly coming back to him. When he does something awful, she kind of gives him a free pass for his actions because she just accepts it as the way he is.

My Puddin’s a little rough sometimes, but he loves me, really.”

In many ways, Harley is correct. Joker doesn’t understand the feelings he has for her, which often results in him pushing her away so he doesn’t have to face them. 

To be honest, if I were to say there’s anything that actually scares Joker, I would think it would him coming to terms with the fact that he’s capable of love. And with love that also could mean heartbreak. I don’t think he ever wants to consciously face those things.