i hope you like it!!!

“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.

Lance Duty

So yeah @quinifer sent me this amazing idea and I just had to write it! 

Prompt! 

Thank You Once Again! <3

Lance always bonding with people quickly and deeply. He somehow always found a way to get people to follow along with him, no matter what he was trying to do. 

Growing up Lance always found ways to make sure his siblings went along with his pranks or him sneaking out to look at the stars. It was like a secret language, the only talking needed was a quick sentence or two and nobody ever questioned Lance or his motives. 

Lance couldn’t count the number of times he looked at his older siblings and simply said “I’m in my room sleeping, alright?” They wouldn’t simply nod and Lance would go do whatever he wanted undisturbed by his parents, knowing full well that his parents would never bother a sleeping child. 

This went on until Lance left for the Garrison, his siblings would cover for him and go along with whatever Lance said. Lance called it the “sibling bond” and he thought that it was the coolest thing ever. 

-

Lance was sitting in the kitchen of the castle, watching the space mice act out a dramatic scene from an old Altean movie. He was homesick, that was the only word Lance could used to describe his emotions. It felt like a giant hole had opened up in his chest, threatening to swallow him whole. He felt off, like he hadn’t really connected with anything or anyone and despite the mices efforts to cheer him up he still felt disconnected. 

After the mice were done with their scene Lance gave them a few claps and patted them all on the head and slowly made his way towards the common room, finding his team relaxing. It didn’t take Lance long to flop on the couch and enjoy his down time with his team. Yet Lance’s mind was still wondering back to his relationship with his siblings and he couldn’t help but wonder if the team would do the same as his siblings. There’s only one way to find out. 

Lance pulled himself up from the couch, stretching his muscles and groaning at the slight burn. “If anyone ask, I wasn’t here,” then he left, noticing his teammates slight confused expressions. Well he didn’t really leave he stood outside another door and waited. 

Lance was only waiting about fifteen ticks when he heard Allura walk into the common room, immediately asking where the Blue Paladin was. Lance held his breath, anticipating their responses and was shocked when their responses started to flood through the door he was standing behind. 

“No, haven’t seen him.” Pidge returned her attention back to her book. 

“Nah, not since lunch time.” Keith continued to twirl his knife in his hands. 

“Have you checked his bedroom?” Hunk rubbed his neck. 

“He might be with Blue.” Shiro closed his eyes again and attempted to continue his nap.

Lance smiled and started his way down the hallway he was camped in. Just like home.

-

Lance was a child at heart, he tended to disappear when he wasn’t on the castle or he would attempt to use his “sibling bond” in situations that were a bit to serious for that. 

The team understood this and followed Lance through his shenanigans and pranks whenever Lance needed or wanted them to. Yet during missions the team changed slightly and they would each take turns on “Lance Duty.” 

Whoever was on “Lance Duty” had to make sure Lance didn’t disappear or pull a prank at the wrong time. They had to keep their eyes on him at all times, kinda like babysitting a five year old. 

The team never really minded though, this was Lance, this was his personality. Every time a new mission started people would call being on “Lance Duty” since they enjoyed spending time with their Blue Paladin. 

He always knew how to crack a joke or lower the tension. He would do impressions or pull new stunts on people, when the time called for it. 

Of course Lance never minded being watched on missions, being the youngest of his family he was always being watched by his siblings. Lance felt more at home when it happened and soon that hole in his chest that made him cry for his family started to fill. His team was his family and Lance started to learn that you don’t need to be related by blood to be a family. 

Ahhhh I hope you like it!!!!!

I love this idea so much <3333

Thank you so much!

anonymous asked:

Yuta, 32 and 23?

drabble game: 32. walking home late at night & 23. “I know you might not think so, but you look really good right now.” + song rec


If it goes, it comes | YUTA

Genre: royalty!au | the greatest thief!reader | 100% fluff

Pairing: Yuta / Reader

Word Count: 2 327 it’s longer than i wanted i am sorry!!!

A/N: Thank you so much I am B L E S S E D. I love writing with Yuta lmao guess why and I really hope you like it!!

Originally posted by bubwoo

It was obvious when someone from the Royal Family appeared in town. The scent of their skin was pretty much different from the plebeians around, you could feel it; their bodies emanated an aura you weren’t able to describe – and even knew if there were words to tell how magnificent those people’s presence was. You wondered if they indeed felt empathy and sympathy by the commoners; considering they were so untouchable – and not very modest – you really doubted that the nobles could at least feel something.

You shrugged the thoughts away, sliding your hands in your pockets – inside the jacket you were wearing – and in your bra, looking for any sort of equipment that could help you in your mission. The important thing in the moment was concentration, as you had to accomplish your task and receive your esteemed prize. Earlier in the morning a note was delivered to you, a simple request written with the most perfect handwriting you had ever seen. Your eyes stared at the paper for a moment, while you read

Steal the Prince’s new crown; it’s on the ‘Masquerade Jewelry ’, in the center of the city. If you succeed, you get six hundred coins. Leave it in the docks and soon you’ll have the money.

You smirked, asking yourself how someone could be vigorously reckless like that. Anyhow, six hundred coins was a lot of money and could be pretty much welcomed. You pondered for some minutes, deciding if the pros and cons could be balanced somehow; merchants knew you, and also knew you parents, which meant that they’d never distrust on you. Adding to that, the Masquerade Jewelry belonged to someone close to you – a long distant sibling, you’d define – and stealing the Prince Nakamoto Yuta’s crown would be as easy as kiss a hand.

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To Tenna @prinsenimittliv

“i really want you to write a prompt with jealous even in s1, like what if they were together in s1 and those gifs are from evens pov, i mean, look at isak flirting like he doesn’t have a bf”


Fucking Julian Dahl.

Even never normally let the jealousy take charge of him and his mood, but this was the last straw. It had to be the last straw, since Isak was his. Not Julian’s. His.

He had been lenient with Julian ever since Isak introduced him to Even as a childhood friend a couple of weeks ago. Even couldn’t help but let the slight jealousy go a little at the time given how happy and relaxed Isak was around his old friends. Keeping Isak’s mood high and his mind off of what was currently happening at home with his parents was Even’s main priority, so seeing his little moody teenager being free and happy for a change, be it even with fucking Julian Dahl was more than enough. The two boys had started talking again when they found out that they shared a couple of classes with each other at Nissen, since their friendship was abruptly interrupted when the summer holiday started and everything went to shit at Isak’s home. Even was comfortable with all the small talk and the inside jokes between the two younger boys of course, but Isak was ever so slightly starting to share with Julian his special smile, his special laugh and everything that Even thought was only shown between him and Isak. Yes, Isak was only in his first year of Nissen. And yes, it was important that he had a stable friendship group.

But in the heat of the moment Even decided that this had gone too far.

The tall boy stood there on the opposite side of the school grounds circled by his classmates from the previous lesson, perfectly placed in relation to Isak so that he could tactically zone out of the immature mumblings from those around him and dream about his golden boy for twenty minutes like he usually did. But Even had lost control over his jealousy and decided that today it had gone too far.

He clenched his fists ever so slightly, staring at Isak so intensely that his eyes might as well have had been lasers and walked over in Isak’s direction with one thing on his mind: he’s mine.

As he neared his small smiling sunshine, he made sure to gently bump into Julian with enough force to make him realise that Even was now dominating this space. He came round to Isak’s side, perched on the bench with him, wrapped his arm around his waist and sneakily pulled him into his side.

“Hey, baby.” Even smiled to Isak, stealing his attention away from Julian.

“Hey! Even!” He smiled even wider back, “You remember Julian, my old friend from Grefsen-”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned him before.” Even nodded politely to Julian with a forced nice-guy smile on his lips, trying his best to make sure that Julian finally got the message to just back off already.

Julian quickly noticed the game that was being played here, “Hi, Even! So good to see you again. You know, Isak was just mentioning about how we should all go out one night and have pre-drinks together.” What the hell? That’s not for you to join in on. Get your own group of friends.

Even winced at the thought of being near Julian anywhere outside of school, and immediately knew what he was doing. He knew how he was taking a slight advantage of Isak’s fragile state. Sneaky little bugger.

“Oh my word, yes! That would be so great. Us three and the boys all together, like in the old days. Well, not exactly like that but, you know. Jonas would enjoy spending time time with you again, we all would.” Isak responded with a little too much excitement in his voice than Even could handle. Why am I letting Julian get to me like this.

“Oh cool. I heard that some first year girls were having a party with the ‘97 guys this Friday, so we could do it then.” Julian responded, a smug smile spreading over his lips accompanied by confidence in his voice. You’re not getting away from this easily, Julian.

“We can go to that one, can’t we, Even?” Isak nudged him slightly, suddenly turning Even’s attention back to his sunshine boy. Oh how wonderful and sweet he could be in innocent moments like these.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, so it’s a date.” Julian confidently told them before walking away with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. What’s that guy’s problem? Can’t he see that he doesn’t stand a chance here?

Even hadn’t dropped his dead-pan face of no remorse until Isak gently stroked away the frowns that were collecting on his forehead. “What’s on your mind?”

Fucking Julian Dahl.

“You, of course, like always.” Even still didn’t feel confident enough to expose Isak with a kiss in front of all his classmates at school, so he just lent down to his ear and whispered “I’ve just really fallen for you.”

He could feel Isak blush from under his hold around his waist, even just from those couple of words. So he tightened his grip a little more and pulled him in closer, “Fy faen, you look so good with your hair like that.”

Little did it take for Isak to melt from the inside in response to Even’s words, so he tried to hide his shy smile and red face from him by looking at the ground, his eyes looking for an object to focus on, but finding none.

“Look at me.” Even brought his hand to Isak’s chin and softly tilted it upwards so that they were now facing each other at a slight angle. “You, Isak Valtersen, are a beautiful boy. Don’t let anyone else other than me say so, okay?” His big blue eyes now catching Isak’s attention.

“Okay.”

Even pressed their foreheads together and for a second, or two, it was just a beautiful boy and a caring boy that were uncomfortably perched on a bench in the middle of the day, in the middle of Oslo, and to them it felt like being in the centre of the universe.

Thanks to @beanievaltersen for beta'ing! You da bomb.com🌟

Find it on ao3 here!! :D

anonymous asked:

I imagined He Tian being a rock star or something like that and now I can´t stop listening to 'rockstar 101' by rihanna. It reminds me of him SO MUCH.

Anonymous asked: Okay there’s this song ‘sexy back’ by Justin Timberlake and it’s completely He Tian. Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about him while this song is playing.

i had to put these two asks together because i’ve been wondering for a while about what kind of music he tian listens to, and both of these made me imagine him blasting this kind of self-loving, empowering songs every morning before getting our of his apartment, and i know it’s silly and not even that funny, but it made me laugh A LOT

i bet he sings “i’m sexy and i know it” to himself every day in front of the mirror after stepping out of the shower, just to boost himself up and get ready for the day!!

on a more serious note, the first ask mentioned he tian being a rock star or something and now i can’t stop imagining famous singer he tian, who is also an amazing dancer and has millions of fans all over the world, taking interest on newbie rapper guan shan, who is still rough around the edges but has amazing skills, a nice singing voice, and surprisingly deep lyrics in his songs. he tian really wants to do a collaboration with him, but guan shan is not very keen to it at the beginning, and to add to that, he is also part of a really bad company, with she li as his manager, who works him into the ground and doesn’t care about him as long as he brings money in

i don’t really have proper headcanons for this AU yet, but i kinda like it, and of course by the end of it guan shan is going to move to he tian’s company and the two of them will get together together and make a fantastic collaboration!!

also not gonna lie, im imagining he tian singing these lines of ‘sexy back'……

dirty babe
you see these shackles
baby im your slave
i’ll let you whip me if i misbehave
it’s just that no one makes me feel this way

……while looking straight into guan shan’s eyes and that’s making me sweat a little;;;;;;

Art trade for @theguardianknux, who wanted Maria holding baby Shadow — the idea here is that Gerald didn’t allow her to hold Shadow until she was 7 or 8 years old, and so the first time she did she wanted to introduce him to the plush bunny she received from her mother a few days after she was born. ‘Tis an important ceremony. :P

Shadow’s nursery also had glow in the dark stars because why not :3 

done in colored pencil, hence the messiness ^^

yoki2ginko  asked:

Tsukihina "Stop trying to cheer me up!"

“Stop trying to cheer me up!”

“Why not?” Tsukishima said with a small grin, holding up a meat bun to Hinata’s mouth. Hinata pouted at it, but then reached out only for Tsukishima to pull it away until he opened his mouth so he could feed him.

“If mph shoph tng wog,” Hinata mumbled, mouth stuffed with food. His cheeks were all puffed out and Tsukishima struggled not to squash his cute face in his hands and kiss him.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Hinata swallowed his food, “It doesn’t matter to you anyway, so you don’t have to make me feel better.”

“Yeah,” Tsukishima agreed, giving Hinata another bite and ruffling his hair, “I don’t care about you and the king’s stupid rivalry. But if you think I don’t care about you being upset, then you really are just as stupid as he says.”

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Title: To every thing there is a season
Pairing: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden
Word Count: 12,541
SummaryRobert’s tired. There’s no other way to describe it, his just tired. Even his bones feel heavy. It doesn’t help, that everyone around him keeps telling him; it’s going to get better. (Canon-Divergent Single Parent, slow burn.)

*I tried to tie up all the sl’s, that are happening right now/that we know about, in the best way possible so I hope you guys enjoy!!*

AO3 Link. 

michi week ♦ change

Trust - for mccoymostly

So… I’m leaving you a story that I had and just putting it in a queue so…yeah. Unedited, but that’s not new.
This is… out of my element thought, so that’s new
But it’s a gift for @mccoymostly who most certainly is trying to make me fall for these two together. I’m not Anna, I’m not falling. NOT. FALLING. YOU HEAR? nope.
Can you guys make sure she sees it pretty pretty please? Send her a message or something? I don’t want to spam her inbox but I know she’s been super busy and I don’t want her to just miss it. It’s okay if it takes her a while to get to it but I want to make sure it doesn’t slip past since its a gift

So yeah, Jen writes McKirk… lets see how this goes
You brought this on yourself if this fails Anna
And yes there are some references to… things. Books and movies and… yeah. I needed examples and I was lazy.

words: (because I always forget to add this because I’m not a pro here but some people care about this stuff- I know I do >->) — 1200ish ish…
>-> most of its dialogue though
It’s a cute story. I think. Yes. Cute. can junk be cute
I’m sticking the whole thing under a cut because that’s how jen writes stories now. Makes me more comfortable. But its totally SFW and all that

Okay Jen, stop delaying it.

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robertjacobsuggers  asked:

6 and 6😜

In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.”

i know you said blissfully,, but that didn’t happen. i hope you like it!!

It’s scorching. The heatwave sweeping the country finally creeping up to Emmerdale. It had been gorgeous, the sky a bright blue until the late evening, a gentle breeze a nice release from the sun beating down on the village. The sun suited Robert, his blonde hair now a shade of white, almost bleach, a smattering of freckles appearing on his chests, clusters on his shoulders. It makes Aaron’s mouth water more than usual, a glow surrounding his husband more than usual.

It’s late, but the air is thick and humid, sweat clinging to Aaron’s forehead as he rolls on to his side, Robert’s arm falling from it’s place on his waist, sleep coming much easier for Robert tonight. Aaron huffs out a breathe and hits at his pillow, flattening it as he pushes his face down further and scrunches up his eyes. He’s got an early scrapyard run in the morning, his alarm set to wake him in only four hours.

It’s as Aaron’s muscles finally relax into the mattress that he feels it, a sharp kick to the back of his shin, his leg jerking upwards. Robert’s kicking is nothing new to Aaron, he’s had enough bruises across his legs to show his husband’s inability to stay still. Usually, it’s endearing, another feature of Robert’s that Aaron can mentally add to his ‘God, I’m lucky.’ list, Usually, it’s enough to hold Robert tight, allow him to curl his body into Aaron’s, head on his chest, and they will both sleep peacefully. Usually, it isn’t thirty degrees, closer to three am than Aaron would like. He can’t pull Robert close to him, heat pouring off of the both of them in waves. He loves him, but theres no chance he’s having Robert’s clammy skin sticking to him this late into the night.

He feels Robert turn away from him, mumbling something in his sleep as the duvet shifts around them. Aaron pushes it away from him, his boxers feel too tight, Robert feels too close, he can already feel the headache he’s going to have as he arrives to work.

He’s considering giving up trying, creeping downstairs to drink some of Robert’s disgusting coffee and watching re runs of Jeremy Kyle when it happens again. Robert’s leg jerking backwards, somehow kicking Aaron in the side, hard enough he can already feel a red mark forming. Sometimes he want’s to kill his husband.

“Rob. Robert!” He tries to keep his voice low, Liv an inconsolable grump when she is woken unnecessarily. Robert just mummers again, shuffles further along to the side of the bed.

“Robert! Wake up!”

“I’m sleeping.” His voice is muffled, mouth covered the corner of his pillow, it makes Aaron want to push him out of the bed and make him sleep on the bench in the garden.

“You keep kicking me. I can’t sleep and you’re not helping.”

Robert sighs, forces himself to sit up and looks down at Aaron. His hair is ruffled, blonde tuffs sticking out in every direction. He’s got creases on the side of his cheek, and his eyes are slightly red, glazed over from just being woken.

“I’m sorry. Why can’t you sleep?” He doesn’t need a late night therapy session; he wants Robert to sleep on the floor while Aaron spreads himself over the mattress, blissful hours of sleep coming easy to him, and for Adam to deal with the scrap while he hits snooze on Robert’s pretentious alarm clock.

“It’s about a hundred degrees, and I’ve got an arsehole of a husband who needs to kick everything in sight.”

A laugh erupts from Robert, chuckles as he falls back down to the bed, throwing is arm back over Aaron’s waist, pressing his mouth to Aaron’s for a gentle kiss.

“You love me.”

“Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.”

Robert stifles his laugh by kissing at Aaron’s shoulder, he tastes of lime shower gel, Robert’s, and sweat.

“You know, if you can’t sleep, and since I’m awake now anyways, I know what we could do to pass the time” He dares to raise his head and wink at Aaron, pulling him closer to his chest as he wraps his arms around him tighter. Heat be damned.

“And it’s decided, I definitely don’t like you.”

They both know it was a lie, and neither of them get anymore sleep, but Aaron suddenly doesn’t mind.

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posters ➸ Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.

for @caradocdearborn

we drank too many beers and got too scared of the dark

This is for @ghost-grantaire—based off an ask she got. It was supposed to be giggly and fun. I apologize in advance, babe ;~)


She was giggling so much that her sides hurt, holding onto his shoulders as he swayed drunkenly. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington,” she breathed, meeting his eyes.

That’s when she realised it was dark; she couldn’t see them. Nancy let go of his jacket and fumbled around for the light switch on the wall, flicking it on. A dim brightness filled the room. She turned around just as Steve lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. He threw them both down on the bed.

Nancy was still laughing as he kissed her, because kissing a drunk Steve Harrington was like making out with a doped up dog. His warm lips pressed sloppily against her cheek, when he was really aiming for her mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, drawing away to look at her. Nancy caught her breath, pushing his hair from his forehead.

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