i tried brightening it


Chloe Fazer & Nadine Ross in Uncharted: The Lost Legacy

hey friends :)

I’m gonna be real honest with you here, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked on the fake bf fic and writing is hard and life is just overwhelming as hell these days, so if y’all wouldn’t mind giving me just a liiiiittle bit of validation that my writing hasn’t turned to complete crap?? that’d be super cool??? please & thank you, here is what I have of ch. 6, it’s not a lot but hopefully there’s gonna be more soon now that I have some kind of flow???? idk man I love you all thank you for being so ridiculously patient

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– i’m dangerous, but only for you. (x)

if u guys wanna know how jean says your character’s name in his french accent, go to google translate and translate them from english to french. and there. you. have it. your welcome.

iggys-specs  asked:

our beautiful broken boy kotaro and him being happy with the mc. idc how i just want him to be happy. maybe she tells him he loves him for the first time. or they just spent the whole day together and they're just happy, idk i just want fluff

Yes! I hope this little drabble brightens your day~

I tried experimenting on a different stream of consciousness than normal, because I feel like Fuma is on his own wavelength. 

But I had a lot of fun writing this! So I hope you like it. 


It was odd, being here like this. The gentle breeze stirring the wildflowers into whimsical dance that caught her eye and she was sure that this place was paradise. That nothing else in this life would be as beautiful as this moment.

Someone called her name and she turned her head, a smile playing on her lips, one reflected in his own unusually carefree gaze.

“Kotaro.” The young woman breathed, grasping at his open hand, interlacing her fingers with his. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

And if his gaze never left her, never once strayed to the beautiful scene around them, she didn’t notice.

“No I haven’t.” His voice held a note of wavering joy, something it had done more in the last few months than in his entire miserable life. How could some like him have sound such happiness?

Still, as though noticing his negative thoughts she reaches up, straining on her tip-toes to plant a kiss on his cheek, falling against him when gravity proves to be her undoing.

He catches her, and swears in his heart that he will always catch her, that he’ll be the only one to catch her and keep her safe. Even lowly worms, going for nothing but killing, have purposes and perhaps he has two. One of those is to kill Saizo, a thought that causes a desperate ache in his head and a burning on his flesh. The other is to keep her safe and to love her, a thought that soothes his tattered soul and brings him back to the present.

He doesn’t ask her if the men back at Takeda’s castle know where she is, or how she spends her days off.

As time has passed he’s decided it doesn’t matter, so long as he gets to see her, to touch her in complete freedom.

Of course she’s prepared everything ahead of time, he only picked the location. He’s never met someone so caring all his days. There is a blanket, food that she’s made, and her, the most precious of all, who having escaped his arms is perched on the blanket and holding a bite of food on her chopsticks.

“Wanna taste?”

He barely had time to nod before she thrust the food into his mouth, watching him expectantly. Her face was so serious, and he couldn’t help the laugh bubbling in his throat as he swallowed.

Her expressions were always so funny.

So he laughed, and she giggled.

Everything felt so right when he was with her.

The afternoon passed, quickly and slowly, in quiet and soft talking and loud laughter.

He remembered a moment from childhood, a brief idyllic scene, and it puts his hands to work, weaving a flower crown for his beloved, placing it in her hair and declaring her queen of his heart. Her blush, and the soft kiss that followed taking route in his heart as one of many precious memories he’s made with her.

She weaves him one too, a clumsy thing, and her pretty blush only deepens as she sets it on his head, as she wipes his tears away.

She’s too good for him, he knows.

But still she kisses him, and kisses him, till night falls and their day is at an end.

Till he sees her tucked into her futon, and till he whispers himself back into the darkness.

He loves her.

titothebluekat  asked:

Can you write some Bokuaka where Bo does something adorable and Akaashi tries to hide how he's feeling but her can't😝???

I can not believe this was happening. Well, i should. Its not very out of character for Bokuto..  But still. Not exactly what I expected to see when I got home. To my own house. 

I stood in the doorway, watching my best friend mess around with glue and tape, paper and card board. A few paints here and there, and..was that glitter?
I tried to stay as quiet as I could, but apparently that wasnt enough. Bokuto glanced over a me, a wide, enthusiastic grin spreading across his face. Bokuto always had the most beautiful smile.. I could never tear my eyes away from it, no mattew how hard I tried. I could always brighten my day when I was sad, and make me smile even when I didnt want to.

This moment was no different than any other. Bokuto smiled, and I stared.
Of course, I had to draw my attention from it rather quickly, not wanting him to catch me. Luckily, he didnt. He just grinned more and shot up, pulling out the project he seemed to be making. It looked like a feathered mask.. 

“Look, Akaashi! Its an owl!”

  He held up the mask, laughing behind it. He seemed so happy. I didnt want to tell him how the feathers were slipping, the glue not drying yet. It was a bit crooked.. It was pretty cute, though. Big eyes and glittery feathers, colorful pains and a beautiful grin behind the mask.. 

This man was going to be the death of me, I swear.


I needed to stop staring, but I couldnt take my eyes off of him. /Him./ His hair was messier than usual, probably from Bokuto trying on the mask a few times to check the tightness of the strap.. He had pain all over himself- his hands, his fingers, his clothes.. Even some on his face. And god, his smile. He was so happy, so proud of himself, like his lopsided bird mask had just been put on the newspaper. 


I knew I was still staring. My face was probably bright red, but I couldnt look away. My gaze raked down Bokuto’s body. How can one man be so sexy while being so overly adorable at the same time? There was no way this was legal.

"Akaashi..! You’re so red!”

That did it.

I jerked up, my eyes wide as I flushed more. It was surprising that my face didnt hurt at this point..  This was so embarrassing, but I couldnt do anything about it. I couldnt leave- Bokuto-san looks so excited about showing me his creation.. I couldnt just stand there- He’d question me about my staring!
I started to panic, internally, that is. I probably looked really awkward to him..
Before I could do anything about my embarrassment, I felt Bokuto’s hand on my head. What was he doing..? I looked up, seeing a smiling Bokuto-san looking at me with a soft expression. 

“Be my model..!" 

I was about to ask what he meant by that, before I felt a gently tug behind my head, in my hair, before the cardboard was tugged down over my face.
The eye holes werent the best, but I could see Bokuto-San grin, before hearing his laugh. Nothing compared to his laugh. He was so happy..After all these years, he still acted like a child on Christmas morning. He was so proud of his little mask. 

"Akaashi looks cute!”

Oh my god.


the duality of hots quickplay 

doing fantastic as both auriel and tassadar but then abusive asshole sends me messages saying how terrible i was and how i should have killed myself. tried to brighten the mood by telling him that i loved him, and to have a fantastic day. but he blocked me :( guess he was scared. anyways. if you play against him report him.

’Bubble’, huh Bill? Yer uh…unreality, right? That’s what y’did to Mabel.” Stan slipped the can off the shelf and cradled it to his chest. “You don’t…don’t have to worry about me, okay? I lived a lie for 30 years, Bill. I know how t’ pretend…’ve gotten good. …Gotten so good.”

He quieted, ears tuned to the scamper of small feet across the Mystery Shack hardwood. Small voices, laughter.

“Y’got me, Bill. …Y’got me. Th’bubble. Th’world. I don…care anymore, Bill. ‘m not strong enough without them…”

from this fanfic 

what is phantomrose96′s problem and why does she write things that make me sad

pidgeisbesthacker10-10  asked:

(this is pt. 2) So I give my girlfriend an entire backstory for this apple with a cup glued to it. His name is Gerard, he is a stripper, and he is here and queer. I adopted him. So my girlfriend basically accepts that we have an adopted son who is a gay, stripper, apple. And we loved him. That's all. I hope this brightened your day! (Also my friend Beth tried to kidnap him twice...)

Your apple stripper son sounds amazing

Come On Get Higher

Author: Mikala

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: Just over 3,100

Warnings: Some light smut. It’s pretty brief. And maybe a few swear words, honestly I can’t remember. I think that should be it. 

Author’s Note: So, this is my very first time writing any smut at all, even though there’s not a lot of it in this fic. I’m super nervous about it, so I’d appreciate some feedback! Loosely based on the song Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson. Mainly the verses, not so much the chorus. Flashbacks are in italics. Enjoy!


Natasha’s voice cut through the air like a knife, sending chills down your spine. You watched as she and Clint both took deep breaths, re-positioning themselves across from each other. They frequently sparred together when it came to training, and you often found yourself there too—huddled in doorways, tucked away in corners, shrouded behind equipment—just to get a chance to see her. Lately, it seemed like every time she knew that you were in the same room as her, she made a hasty exit. She didn’t want to see you anymore.

And you, well… You missed her. God, did you miss her. You missed the sound of her voice, hushed and full of passion while she lay in the dark next to you. You missed the exhilaration that coursed through your body as your hands ran over her heated skin. You missed the serenity in the moments your breathing harmonized, when she would breathe out and you would breathe in. All those little moments that had existed in your relationship had been the most important to you—those brief flashes of time where Natasha would let go; and for just a minute, she wasn’t a spy, she wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t an Avenger, she wasn’t anything but completely and utterly yours. And now she was gone.

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