hit by an immediate crush again

Anger Issues

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: could I request the same thing where Poe makes the reader cry & makes up for it but with bucky please? i love your writing!!

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Bucky just couldn’t catch a break. He lacked sleep because his nightmares were starting to come back. He always had his early morning runs and workouts with Steve so he couldn’t sleep in. He still wasn’t able to go on missions quite yet, and, most of all, you wouldn’t stop hovering over him! It was irritating. You were constantly clinging onto him, kissing him, asking him if he was okay. He was starting to get annoyed!

Bucky found some peace and quiet on the compound’s rooftop. There he just sat down and listened to the world around him whilst feeling the sun and breeze on his face. However, that peace was disturbed when he felt a presence behind him. He knew who it was.

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Dating B.A Would Include:

‣Knowing Barry since high school and immediately hitting it off with Iris and him

‣You two nerding out together

‣Becoming inseparable best friends before seeing each other as anything but

‣Iris totally calling out your mutual crushes on each other when feelings do begin to arise though

‣Having had been officially dating for two years before the particle accelerator exploded

‣Never leaving his side during the nine months of his coma

‣Talking to him about your day and how much you looked forward to seeing him wake up again

‣Telling him how much you love him, intertwining his cool fingers with your own, and pressing a kiss on his forehead every time you went home

‣Getting pretty familiar with Caitlin, Cisco, and Dr.Wells because of all the time you spent by Barry’s side

‣When he wakes up he surprises you first

‣You cry and he does too

‣You just hold each other for a while, not even caring about who’s watching

‣Immediately realising that something is different about Barry, and not just physically

‣Due to Barry’s initial excitement about his new powers, he wasn’t very good at hiding them, therefore you found out about them pretty quickly

‣You spoke to Caitlin and Cisco about it when you would visit your friends at S.T.A.R Labs, but you all agreed that you would keep pretending to not know about them

‣You did not pressure Barry into admitting that he had powers and sooner than you expected he came clean about it, knowing you would support him no matter what

‣Barry’s new abs are hot as fuck so he accidentally forgets to put on a shirt in the morning and walks around like that until either of you need to leave

‣Random lunch dates with Barry throughout the day

‣Best date nights in different cities

‣Him forcing you to get Cisco’s meta app

‣Barry is the biggest cuddler ever

‣You like getting spoiled, but Barry does too

‣When you cuddle with Barry you always either sleep on top of his chest or on your side while nuzzled under his chin. He always wraps his arms around your waist tightly

‣He loves it when you cradle him close to your chest and run your fingers through his hair while peppering his face with kisses

‣Helping Cisco design Barry’s suit and then surprising him with it

‣Helping Barry lie to Captain Singh when he needs an excuse to go be the Flash

‣Teasing him about his horrible lying skills

“Barr… You seriously need to work on lying.”

“Hey! I can’t lie to you because you know me so well, but to a stranger, they have no way of knowing that I’m lying!”

“If I hadn’t saved you just now with one of the foolproof lies in my repertoire Singh would have probably glued your ass to your chair.”

‣Not being able to keep your hands off each other when you’re at work in the CCPD

‣Tickle fights

‣Barry is the most ticklish person ever and he giggles madly as he jerks away from you instinctively when you run your finger down his spine lightly

‣Pillow fights

‣Barry running to get you favorite snacks for Sterling City because all the stores are closed in Central City at 3 a.m and the gas stations don’t sell your favorite ice cream flavor

‣Pizza from Coast City

‣Tracing your finger lightly over his face when he’s sleeping and wondering how this man’s-who’s closer to being 30 than 20- face still looks like a baby face

‣He literally looks like he’s 20 at most, how the hell does he do it?

“Barr, what face mask do you use?”

‣Meeting Team Arrow and getting along surprisingly well with Oliver

‣Barry getting slightly jealous because that now makes Iris and you who think Oliver’s guns are “worthy of having their own zip code”

‣Obviously pointing out to Barry all the many reasons he’s better for you than Oliver is

‣Dynamic trio with Cisco and Felicity

‣Barry being really over protective over you when he realises the danger putting his family in really entails

‣Staying in bed all day during the weekends with food from The Big Belly Burger and movie marathons

‣Never cleaning the condo because Barry does it all the time in like ten seconds tops

‣Compliments 24/7 from you to Barry and vice versa

‣Making out in the Cortex at S.T.A.R Labs after a successful mission

‣Learning basic nurse training to help patch him up after he “gets his ass handed to him”

‣Forehead kisses every time before he leaves for a mission

‣Being with him through all of his bad days and just reassuring him that for someone who does a hell of a job at protecting the city he really gives himself nearly no credit

‣Telling him he’s your hero because it always makes him smile, as cheesy as it is

‣Crying with Barry when he cries because it literally makes you want to sell your soul to the devil if it means he never ever gets to cry again

‣Barry’s top priority no matter what is always you

‣And he’s yours

‣Christmas parties at the West household

‣Adorable anniversay dates with Barry

‣He always dresses up nice and clean because he knows you love seeing him in a suit and a bowtie

‣Reassuring Barry that what happened in flashpoint is not real and that you love him and forgive him for whatever he feels guilty of

‣Long talks at night about everything

‣Your hands immediately searching for the other’s when you’re anxious or worried

‣Telling him how cute Earth-2 Barry looks with his bowtie and his glasses and Barry just rolling his eyes and telling you that “unfortunately for you, he’s taken… by you.”

‣Barry finally putting a ring on it three years after the explosion of the particle accelerator


So I write this one-shot and I’ve never posted fanfic on tumblr before so yeah (like I’ve written it before, just never have I posted any on Tumblr). So here’s a thing I wrote. Enjoy!

(I was inspired by the idea of different colored roses and what they mean :) )

“But does Alex even like flowers?”

“Magnus, this is the fifth time you’ve asked that. She…is it a ‘she’ or a ‘he’ day?”


“Cool, thanks. And yeah, she likes flowers. I mean, sometimes she draws them on her pottery, and now she’ll have something to do with her pots instead of throwing them at the wall.”

Magnus and Sam were walking towards Alex’s room at around noon, and Magnus was carrying a bundle of five roses, each a different color (red, pink, orange, lavender, and green). Magnus held on tightly to the flowers, worried that his einherji strength might crush the stems.

When they finally reached the door, Sam smiled.

“Good luck, Magnus.”

She flew away to do whatever top secret business she had to do for Odin, and Magnus was left alone in front of Alex’s door. Magnus took a deep breath and knocked.

Alex Fierro swiftly opened the door moments later. Clay was caked everywhere on her. Her black and white “Down with cis” shirt was stained gray and brown in some parts. The scent of clay hit Magnus like a sword: sharply and abruptly.
Alex immediately eyed the flowers, then Magnus, then the flowers again. Magnus could feel the heat rising to his face so much he almost thought he was in Muspellheim.

“What’s the occasion, Maggie?” Alex asked, propping up her elbow against the doorframe and leaning on it, smirking at Magnus.

Magnus gave the bouquet to Alex, who—after studying each flower—smelled them, and smiled a little.

“I…” Magnus started, stumbling over his words as he found himself staring into Alex’s eyes.

Alex raised a single eyebrow.


Magnus coughed as he was brought back to reality.

“I…um…I…Alex, would you like to go out with me?”

The straightforwardness of the question surprised both people.

To Magnus’s surprise, Alex’s cheeks flushed a little bit.

“Why?” Alex asked, still holding the flowers. She motioned for Magnus to sit down. He cautiously entered the room, and the smell of clay became stronger. Clay was splattered everywhere. Alex found a clay vase and put the roses in it, then set the vase on the coffee table in front of the couch. Alex sat down.

“Having a rough time molding the clay?” he asked.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Fair enough.”

Magnus sat on the couch next to Alex, who looked at him as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle. Magnus stared down at his hands, his heart beating so loudly and quickly he was surprised it didn’t burst out of his chest.

“I…uh…I guess…I…”

“Spit it out Magnus.” Alex nudged Magnus’s arm.

“I really like you a lot.”

Both Alex’s and Magnus’s eyes grew almost twice as wide as their normal size. Magnus was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest sometime soon.
Then, Magnus spotted the flowers.

“Well,” he began, picking up the orange rose first. “Orange roses represent passion and energy, like a fiery blaze. Kind of like you when you’re angry. Or all of the time.”

Alex gently took the rose from Magnus, their fingers brushing only for an instant. Magnus was surprised that his heart didn’t explode, because the touch made his hands feel like fireworks. He never wanted to wash his hand again.

“What about the green one?” Alex asked.

Magnus gently lifted the green rose out of the vase and stared at it. Alex took the rose and held it up against her head.

Oh gods, she’s beautiful. It matches her hair, Magnus thought. He barely successfully restrained himself from sighing like a lovesick teenager (even though that’s exactly what he was).

“How well does it match my hair?” Alex asked, smiling a bit.

Magnus laughed. “A perfect match.”

Alex’s smile grew a bit bigger. Magnus’s face grew a bit redder.

“Anyways,” Magnus continued, “the green ones represent peace and tranquility, along with representing best wishes for a prosperous new life. I thought, you know, since you’re new to Valhalla, I’d add in these green ones.”

“What about the ‘peace and tranquility’ part?” Alex smirked.

“I’m telling you to calm the Hel down.”

Alex giggled for a second, which could be taken as a literal ROFL. Magnus’s heart fluttered.

“You still haven’t answered why you want to go out with me,” Alex remarked.
“What about the rest of the flowers?”

“I know what they mean. I’m an artist, Magnus. This is basic stuff.”

“It is?”

“No.” Alex chuckled a bit.

“You didn’t know what the orange or green ones meant!”

“I was testing you!”

“Testing me? Why?”

“To see if you knew what they meant, or if you just picked them out because they look pretty.”

Magnus sighed, then the realization hit him.

“Pink roses,” Alex said, “convey gentle emotions such as admiration, joy and gratitude.”

Magnus’s face might have been the color of a pink rose.

“Lavender ones represent ‘love at first sight.’”

Magnus could barely see the color rising to Alex’s face, although he knew it was there. He looked at Alex as she tired her head from the rose to Magnus.

“And red roses…” Alex didn’t finish the sentence. She stared at his lips.

Magnus stared at hers. “Red roses represent lo—”

He was cut off by Alex squeezing her eyes shut and grabbing the back of Magnus’s head and pulling him forward. Their mouths met in such a satisfying moment of jubilation, it’s a wonder that neither Magnus or Alex exploded on the spot. Magnus placed his hands behind Alex’s headband stroked his fingers through her soft, black and green hair.

They broke apart only to take a much-needed breath.

Their faces still inches away from each other, they stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily.

“Magnus, I—”

This time, it was Magnus interrupting Alex as he pulled Alex forward again and kissed even harder.

When they broke apart, all Magnus saw were Alex’s eyes. He stared them for so long, and she stared back, that he was surprised he didn’t get punched in the face.

“Don’t say it,” Alex whispered, taking Magnus’s hand.

“Don’t say what?” he asked, gently taking Alex’s other hand.

“The L word. Don’t say it until you really mean it, okay?”

Magnus leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Alex’s.

“Okay, but only if you do the same.” Magnus smiled. Alex had such pretty eyes, the brown one glowed while the hazel one shined.



Alex leaned forward and kissed Magnus again.

“I like you a lot,” Alex said. “Let’s use the word like until we’re ready for the L word, okay?”

“Sounds Frey-tastic.”

Alex narrowed her eyebrows.

“What the fuck kind of pun was that?”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh.

“So is that a yes, or…?”

Alex merely smiled.


Magnus kissed her quickly again before taking her hand and leading her to the door.

“Come on, the rest of our hall mates will be waiting. They’ll love to hear about this”

When Magnus and Alex came out of the room, flustered and holding hands with red faces, Mallory cackled as TJ and Halfborn both handed her some red gold coins.

anonymous asked:

For a prompt maybe... what if Lance was actually terrified of water despite him being associated with the element of water and the blue lion and coming from Cuba. The team go to a beach type planet for more bonding time and everyone finds it suspicious that Lance avoids the water. Maybe some traumatic backstory like almost drowning... cue major langst and maybe also some klance. Lance gets thrown in the water or ends up there and Keith comes in ... I leave it to you Thanks

I actually really love this idea? I always think that Lance is like One With The Water but him being freaked out by it is such a cool idea? Thank you so much!

Flashback TW(?), Almost Drowning TW(?)

It was supposed to be a day of fun and rest for the Paladins of Voltron. The beach and tropical forest islands of Lamprev were uninhabited by any intelligent life, and perfectly safe for humans. What made it better, or, to Lance, worse, was the massive blue ocean, a seeming replica of the oceans of Earth. The sky was a gentle green-blue, and the massive sun appeared much smaller and slightly warped in the thick atmosphere. 

Lance watched Pidge and Hunk run onto the beach in their swimsuits, their feet kicking up grains of silver sand. Pidge held an inflatable doughnut which Lance offhandedly wondered where they had gotten, and Hunk shrieked as he disappeared under the water after running past a drop off. Keith threw himself onto the beach, hands moving up and down to form a sand angel, and Shiro and Allura, who had wisely brought fold-able chairs, sat on their strange hovering seats.

Lance dug the large umbrella that he had brought into the sandy beach next to the box of food and refreshments he had carried down as well. Hunk beckoned him towards the water with a hand as he desperately tried to stay above the surface with just one hand, and Pidge casually kicked water in his face. Lance plastered a grin on his face, but instead fell backwards into the sand.

The sky was almost cloudless, and Lance stared up at it, imagining the vast expanse of stars that stretched out beyond the atmosphere, stars that he had seen only hours before, and somehow already missed. He missed the stars not because he wanted to be back around them, rather he missed them because of the mass of undulating water only feet away from him. The water seemed to coax out memories he had tried so hard to forget with each lapping wave against the silver sand. 

Suddenly, someone grabbed his ankle, and Lance bolted upright as Hunk pulled him into the air upside-down. Lance let out an angry protest as the tried to release himself from Hunk’s grip. The Yellow Paladin, unfortunately, held fast.

“Stop it, man!” Lance shouted, his words on the edge of panic as he fought against the memories that were steadily building up in his mind. He clawed at the ground, only stopping when the waves reached up to the sand that Hunk was walking on. The surf surged, and Lance’s head was nicked by the water. 

Fear seized him, and Lance stopped trying to protest. The memories gripped him, and Lance was dragged away from the sunny beach and into the deep, dark ocean of Earth.

Lance was seven at the time. He was a master swimmer, and he spent nearly every day at the beach and in the waves practicing and playing and enjoying the feel of the sun on his face. He didn’t realize he was out too far until he was gasping for breath, the feel of the water now totally foreign and unwelcoming against his burning, exhausted muscles. Lance let out a piercing scream, but the ocean swallowed it beneath a wave that dragged him under the surface, throwing him into its relentless tide. 

It was then that Lance realized the ocean was not his friend. The ocean was not kind to inexperienced children who thought they could do anything they pleased. The ocean was not kind to him. He realized this as the breath was knocked from him by a second wave which dragged him under before he had the chance to take a saving breath, and he knew, despite his age and limited knowledge of death, that he wasn’t going to make it back to the beach. Not alone.

Still, he struggled, pushing his muscles as fast as they could go, but he could feel everything fading. He pushed one last time, and he could see the light of the surface above him, and he couldn’t reach it. The current slowly dragged him down as the light faded.

Lance screamed as he hit the water and was immediately dragged under again. Again. He was going to drown. The panic clawed at him, and he flailed in the water, fighting against the horror as he tried desperately to remember how to think. He hadn’t saved his breath, and he could already feel the oxygen slipping out of him as he convulsed. The water dragged him downwards, and he reached for the surface in a last desperate attempt, but he couldn’t see the surface. He couldn’t see anything, save the deep blue that was crushing the air from his lungs. 

Suddenly, someone was grabbing his shoulders and turning him. Keith. Keith was holding him by the shoulders, and their eyes met. Keith’s purple eyes were calm, so calm it was infectious, and as he pulled the both of them through the water, Lance could feel the panic in his gut slowly subsiding.

They broke the surface, and Lance gasped, his lungs filling with as much oxygen as he could put in them, and he could feel tears running down his face as Keith swam the both of them to shore. He pulled Lance up and carried him to dry land before gently lowering him to the ground. Everyone was crowded around him, and Keith barked at them to back off, the look in his eyes scaring away even Allura.

“Lance, look at me.” Keith said gently, and Lance turned to the Black Paladin. He raised two fingers up, and Lance raised an eyebrow.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Keith asked.

“Is this really necessary?” Allura blurted, and Shiro hushed her.

“Two.” Lance whispered, his voice still shaking from the fear.

“Good,” Keith looked up, and his eyes met Shiro’s, “I don’t know the proper procedure for checking if he’s okay. We need Coran.” 

Shiro didn’t bother replying, instead he bolted off, leaving the Paladins alone. Hunk was crying, Pidge silently comforting him, and Allura was staring in confusion at Lance.

“Lance, are you okay?” Keith asked gently, and Lance nodded as he pushed himself up. Sand clung to his wet clothing, but he barely noticed as he hugged himself.

“When.. When I was seven, I almost drowned in the ocean.. I don’t even know what happened, who saved me.” He finally explained, and Keith touched his shoulder gently. Lance pulled Keith into a tight hug, and tears ran freely down his face.

“Thank you, Keith. Thank you so much.” He whispered, and Keith’s arms tightened around Lance as he returned the hug.

“What can I say? We make a good team.” Keith replied, and Lance chuckled softly into Keith’s shoulder.

They totally kiss after Coran checks on Lance. Thank you again for the prompt, I loved writing it!

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Jace and Izzy barge into Magnus's apartment, catching Alec and Magnus in an intimate moment in their bedroom. Jace and Izzy think this is hilarious, and tease them relentlessly. And then either Magnus or Alec (it doesn't matter who) gets really embarrassed and upset, while the other gets really defensive and protective over the other.

Thank you so much for the prompt!
I actually had an in-depth conversation with @estefra to decide who should feel embarrassed and who should feel protective and we didn’t reach a final verdict and then she fell asleep (and ABANDONED ME), so I … wrote them both? I hope you like it, let me know! :)
Also, warning for heavy making out/rating M

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Caffeinated Excuses

s/o to that one time @spacezeros told me there wasn’t a heartstopper fic on ao3 yet so i fucking came out of fic retirement back to Hell to write one
i don’t? love it? but it’s alright. p short tho–2,468 words.

i even made an ao3 and sat on a waiting list for a week

wow heres that link in case the ‘keep reading’ doesn’t work for you mobile readers http://archiveofourown.org/works/11731188

who even am I 

The first time Charlie had met Nick, it was oddly surreal, or, it was for Charlie at least. It was late August, and Charlie had picked up a part time job while he stayed in school to get his masters degree. When Nick walked up, almost immediately, Charlie couldn’t help but find him more attractive than he’d like to admit. He was about the same height as he was, but he looked a bit more built than Charlie was.

“Hello? Are you okay?” Charlie was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as he saw the man on the other side of the counter looking at him, confused and a little bit concerned. Oh no. Had the man said something that he had missed?

“Yeah, I was just-erm- I just spaced out a bit.” Charlie forced out a small chuckle as he silently scolded himself for giving this stranger the most awkward first impression possible.

The man smiled back. “No, no, it’s alright, I get it,” he paused for a second as he made seemingly unbreakable eye contact with Charlie. Or at least, that’s what Charlie thought until the man broke away to look down at his shoes and continue, “Just a large iced caramel vanilla breve, please.”

“Coming right up! Can I get a name on that?”


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Birthday surprise // Minghao

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1408

Pairing: Reader x Minghao (The8)

Description: You have had a childhood crush on Minghao, and you spend all day cooking his favourite food on his birthday, but once again he fails to acknowledge your feelings…

Y/N’s POV //
You were in bed watching videos on your phone, and as soon as it hit midnight you immediately text Minghao:
‘Happy Birthday chinguuu~’

You felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside thinking about him, you two had been friends since you were very young, you loved everything about him, his amazing sense of humour, and how he was so cute but elegant all at the same time. You thought about how he had changed so much over the past few years, how he had gone from being a carefree teenager, to extremely sophisticated, helping his father run their family business. All these years you had secretly liked him, but you were too scared to tell him, you felt almost as if he didn’t care…

The next day you got ready super early, and made your way to Minghao’s apartment, and as expected he had already left for work, early. You both had the keys to each other’s apartments, as you both spent a lot of time together, but all your attempts for making Minghao accept your feelings for him had failed, and so today you were going to try yet again.

You wanted to decorate his apartment, and make his favourite meal to surprise him when he came home from work, you imagined how perfect the evening would be, just you and him, and maybe you would gain the courage to blatantly tell him your feelings after him seeing the effort you had put in for him.

After decorating the lounge in various birthday decorations; banners, balloons, and other ceiling hanging decorations, you finally collapsed on his sofa, worn out. After a short break, watching some youtube videos , you set to work making his favourite food, and it took a really long time, you felt yourself aching from standing in the kitchen too long, and the heat certainly wasn’t helping. You eventually set the table, for the two of you, and then went to the local bakery to collect his birthday cake. Once you arrived at his apartment again, you took the cute cake out of the box and set it in the middle of the table, and put his favourite wine on the table also, as well as some cute flowers which you had picked up from the florist on the way.

After everything was done, you stopped and admired all of your hard work, you couldn’t help but smile, you were so excited to see his reaction, he told you that as soon as work had finished up, he would be straight home, you sat on the dining table chair, and looked up at the clock. It was 8pm, and he was going to be here any second now, you felt the adrenaline rush through your body, goose bumps appearing on your skin.

You rushed upstairs to the spare bedroom you always stayed in when you slept over, and put on a velvet blue dress, some heels, and a bit of perfume. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you looked at the small cute necklace around your neck, and held it smiling; it was the one Minghao had given you for your last birthday. You thought about the present you had got him, a new watch, and you wondered if he’d like it, if he would always wear it, and think about you?

Another hour had passed, and you slumped in your chair, your eyes feeling heavy, he shouldn’t be this long you thought. You decided to call him, and after the phone ringing for so long, he didn’t even answer. Maybe he was still driving you thought; you didn’t want to disturb him so you continued to wait, in silence.
You hadn’t realised that you’d fallen asleep waiting, but when you heard the door abruptly open, you quickly picked your head up off the table, and looked at the clock, your eyes still adjusting to the light. It was 10pm, you felt your heart sink a little, but it was better late than never you thought. Maybe he had been to see his family, after all you hadn’t told him that you had made him dinner and was waiting, you wanted it to be a surprise.

You ran out of the dining room, your heels quickly clicking on the shiny white tiles, “Happy b-” you began, but then your heart stopped at what you saw. Minghao, still looking striking in his suit, was stumbling, drunk, giggling, and his hand was around the waist of a girl, her face full of makeup, her lipstick smudged, she too was giggling. You felt your heart break at the sight, your throat went dry, the back of your eyes were stinging so much, and several tears stained your cheeks involuntarily. They both just walked straight past you as if you were a ghost, and as you watched them walk up the stairs together, speechless, you failed to believe that once again Minghao had failed to acknowledge your feelings and your efforts, despite everything you had done for him, all the times you had spent together he just wasn’t interested. You hadn’t felt so hurt before in your life, were you not enough for him?
The next morning you woke to your phone ringing, you opened your eyes groaning in frustration, but when you hastily picked your phone up off your bedside table, you saw that it was Minghao, and you instantly rolled your eyes in frustration, ignoring him, slamming your phone back down, but like the stubborn pabo he was he just kept calling. You left your phone there and decided to have a shower and get dressed, once you had done you put your hair up into a messy bun, and went downstairs to do some studying.
You felt so frustrated and claustrophobic indoors, and so decided to go to the local coffee shop that was around 10 minutes away from your apartment, you needed the fresh air after all. After putting your shoes and coat on, you left, and the cold morning air hit you, finally waking you up properly, and as you were walking, your hands in your pockets, you heard someone call your name, stopping you in your tracks. You hesitantly turned around knowing exactly whose voice that belonged to, it was Minghao.

“y/n!” he shouted running towards you, you hated to admit that he looked so extremely handsome, but you were still so angry and hurt from yesterday, you were really not in the mood for talking to him at the moment. “y/n” he repeated, but you looked at the ground, not replying.
“Erm…I saw everything you did for me, thanks y/n you really didn’t have to, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to spend time with you yesterday..” he slightly slurred, obviously still not fully recovered from last night, you looked up to meet his eyes, he ran a hand through his soft hair. “Do you want to do something today?” he asked, as though nothing had happened.

“No Minghao, I don’t” you let out, rather bluntly, he furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your unusual tone of voice. “I just want to be left alone, I’m sick and tired of showering you with my love, but do you not think it hurts when you just walk through me like a ghost? I’m fed up of waiting on you, for expecting things that I’m never going to get, for loving you with all my heart, but getting absolutely nothing back”, your voice was trembling, hands shaking like crazy. His height was towering over you, and just stared wide eyed and shocked. As you slowly turned around to walk away, a huge lump in your throat, you let out a huge sigh of frustration, but you suddenly felt someone grab you by the arm and turn you around.

You were so taken aback, Minghao looked deep into your eyes, his eyes slightly red, “y/n I’ve known you all my life, do you not think I know about your feelings for me? I feel the same way, you’re everything I could wish for, I just never want to hurt you that’s all, you deserve so much more than me” his voice was so placid, and you froze, unable to process what he had just said, “but you said-” he cut you off by crashing his lips into yours, and although you wanted to push him off you, you felt yourself kissing him back…

Chapter: Tamna

Originally posted by universe-hugs-me

//Gong Yoo (Kim Shin) x you

Word count: 5,375

Summary: To atone for his sins he is forced to wander the Earth searching for her, before it’s too late.

Prologue: Silla Chapter: Goryeo Chapter: Joseon

Tamna is Jeju Island, it’s an old name, Korean still jokingly use it.
I spent last semester studying there, so I had to pay my kind of tribute to this lovely, albeit quite boring island.

He kept getting the same dream. The same weird, colorless shapes, scarcely illuminated, dancing just behind his closed eyelids. With no sense or pattern to it. And overwhelming, freezing pressure forcing itself upon him, pushing the air out of his lungs, suffocating him, strangling him, terrifying him.

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A/N: Hey guys. Just wanted to thank everyone again for the amount of love chapter one of this story got. I truly means the world to me. I’m not entirely happy with this chapter but  I hope you guys like it none the less. Don’t forget to let me know what you think!

This isn’t right, Negan. Y-you’re wife is sick and she needs you. She deserves to have you by her side.”

Now you sound like you’re fucking saying goodbye, Doll.” His gaze never left hers as he took a sip of his beer. Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat. She saw the way his eyes had darken when she brought up the topic of them stopping their affair and she just wanted to get it over with and leave. It was what was for the best.

I-I am.” She hated the way her voice shook but Negan had that effect on her. The look he would give her whenever she brought something up he didn’t like, was enough to send her back into her shell. But not today. No. She was going to stand her ground. “I’m sorry Negan. But we’re over.”

The room became quiet. To quiet. Negan just sat on the couch of her apartment and stared at her. Katherine tried not to squirm under his intense gaze. His eyes ran all over her body. Time seemed to drag on before he finally spoke.

No we’re not.”

The RV jerking brought her out of her day dream. She heard Negan laughing about how he had just ran over a walker. She slightly shifted, pulling her knees to her chest again. She hadn’t moved since Negan had gotten into the RV. She didn’t even move when her father had picked up the ax after Negan had egged him on. Katherine felt numb. She couldn’t believe he was back.

She could feel her father’s eyes on her but she didn’t meet them. She knew he’d want answers and he deserved them. He deserved to know the past she shared with the man who had just killed two of their friends. But she couldn’t find it in her to say anything. They were already in so big of a mess. She knew if her father found out, he’d want to kill Negan even more. But she wasn’t going to put them in any more danger than they were already in.

Katherine jerked forward slightly when Negan hit the breaks. He shut the RV off before standing up. He winked at Katherine as he passed her. She watched as he pulled the ax out of the table and walked over to squat next to her father. She could hear walkers groaning and growling outside but they were the least of her worries right now.

“You are mine. The people back there, they are mine. She, she is very much mine,” he said, pointing at Katherine. Rick looked over at her but Katherine just kept her eyes on the ground. “And this, this is mine.” He finished, showing Rick the ax. He grinned and stood up before opening the RV door. Katherine looked up. She heard hit him a few walkers with his bat before looking at Rick and throwing the ax outside.

“Hey, Rick go get my ax. Let’s be friends.” Katherine’s eyes widened. When Rick didn’t answer or move, Negan scowled and bent down again. “Go get my ax.” He growled. She let out a scream when he picked her father up and threw him outside.

“Dad!” She immediately got up and ran over but Negan blocked her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed her against his chest.

“Oh no you fucking don’t. You and I are gonna have a nice fucking chat while your dad is busy.” He chuckled, walking over and pushing her down into the bench seat at the table. He immediately sat next to her so she couldn’t run.

Katherine moved as far away from him as she could which only made him laugh.

“Come on Kitty Kat, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to but you already know that.” Katherine didn’t answer him, instead her eyes focused on Lucille who was now on the table in front of them. She was still covered in blood and it made Katherine’s stomach roll. That was her friend’s blood. She heard Negan laugh again but her eyes remained focused on the barb wired bat.

“Don’t worry Doll, Lucille doesn’t bite either unless someone deserves it. And let me tell you, your friends fucking deserved it. That red head though took it like a champ.”

Katherine blinked as tears filled her eyes.

“His name was Abraham.” She found herself saying before she could stop herself. Negan smirked at her.

“I seem to have hit a nerve. Was he someone special to you, Doll? Because I think we both know how jealous I can get.” Katherine saw the way his eyes darkened and recognized the look immediately. She had seen it before when she had first tried to break up with him. She had gone out that night with some friends to a bar. She had met a cute guy and was talking to him at the bar when Negan appeared out of nowhere and shoved the guy away from her and pulled her out of the bar.

“H-he was my friend. Same with Glenn.” Negan just shrugged.

“Well now the Asian one wasn’t planned but that redneck didn’t listen. So I guess we know who to fucking blame.” He chuckled and Katherine just shook her head.

“I thought you were dead.” She admitted. Negan laughed again.

“I bet you fucking did. But here I fucking am and looks like fate brought us back together.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder’s and pulled her into his side. She heard him sigh. “Feels just like old times.” He laughed before they both heard a thump on top of the RV. Katherine jumped as Negan groaned.

“We were just getting fucking cozy, Rick!” He unwrapped his arm from her shoulder’s and stood up.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked when she watched him pick the machine gun up.

“Get me my ax!” Katherine covered her ears when he started shooting the roof of the RV.

“No stop!” She jumped up and tried to knock the gun out of his hands but Negan wrapped his arm around hers, pinning her arms to her side.

“You’re in enough fucking trouble, Doll. Don’t add onto it.” He growled, letting her go and walked to the back of the RV. She watched as he opened the window and started shooting walkers. Her heart was pounding when she saw her father hanging from one. She didn’t want to be negative, she couldn’t afford to be. She had to believe her father would get out of this.

“Clock is ticking, Rick! Think about what can still happen.” With that, he shut the window and turned back around. He sauntered up to Katherine and grinned. “See? I was just lending a helping hand.” He walked past her and sat back down at the table. He crooked his finger in a come here motion. Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat and went back over, sitting opposite of him.

They sat there waiting. Negan kept whistling while Katherine looked down at the table. After what seemed liked forever, they heard the door of the RV trying to open. Katherine immediately perked up as Negan stood up, still whistling, and grabbed his gun before walking over.

She watched as he just stood there.

“W-what are you doing?”

He turned his head, stopping his whistling to smirk at her but not answering her. She jumped when he suddenly kicked the door open and started firing his gun again. Negan reached down and grabbed Rick by the collar of his jacket and threw him back inside.

Katherine immediately jumped up and ran over, sinking down on her knees next to him. Rick pulled his daughter to him.

“You okay?” Katherine nodded and looked him over.

“Are you?” Before Rick could open his mouth, Negan answered.

“He’s fucking fine Doll. I’m sure that was the fairest game he’s ever played. Right Rick?” Rick just glared at him as he walked back over and started the RV back up. Katherine and her father stood before sitting down at the table.

“H-how do you know him?” Her father asked, keeping his eyes on Negan. Katherine felt her throat tighten.

“I-It’s a long story.”

“Now it’s not that long, Kitty Kat.” Negan lifted his eyes to meet Rick’s in the mirror. He grinned, showing off his teeth. “I used to fuck your daughter, Rick.”

Katherine’s eyes closed as Rick’s widened. He turned to look at her, but she refused to look at him. Embarrasment and shame filled her.

Shortly after, they pulled back into the clearing where the rest of their group was. Negan turned the engine off and took the keys out before standing up and clapping his hands.

“We’re here, prick.” Rick didn’t answer him. “This must be hard on you, right? I mean, you have been fucking  King Shit for so long.” He started looking through the cabinet’s of the RV. “Losin’ two of your own like that.” He snapped his fingers and grinned. “Gettin’ ‘em clipped like that, one nut, then the other. And in front of your fucking kids? Now that is some fucking screwed up shit.” He kept looking through the cabinet’s until he found some rubbing alcohol.

“Ah, goody!” He walked over and sat down across from them. He unscrewed the top and took a rag before pouring the rubbing alcohol on and cleaning the blood of the ax. “You were in charge. Hell you were probably fucking addicted to it. And now, well, clip, clip…”

Katherine tuned him out. She just wanted all of this to be over. She wanted to leave, go back to Alexandria and hold Judith before going to bed. But deep in the back of her brain, she knew she wasn’t going to be going back to Alexandria anytime soon.

She hadn’t realized just how long she had zoned out for until a hand roughly gripped her arm and pulled her up. Her blue eyes flew open and she saw Dwight again.

“Get up.” He ordered. He pulled her up and out of the RV. She immediately shut her eyes as the bright light hit them. She then slowly opened them. She saw all her group still on their knees. Her eyes immediately locked on Carl who was looking at her with concern. All she could do was shake her head,a silent plea with him not to do anything stupid.

“Dwighty boy, easy with my fucking girl. I’m not gonna tell you again.”

Dwight bowed his head.

“Sorry.” Negan nodded and winked at Katherine and turned back to the group.

“What you do next, Rick, will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone’s last fucking crap day or just another cray day. Get some guns to the back of their heads, except hers.” He pointed to Katherine. Katherine squrimed in Dwights hold, only yelping when his grip tightened.

“Don’t.” He hissed. She stopped when she heard all the guns cocking.

“Good. Now level with their noses so if you have to fire,” he smirked, “it’ll be a real mess. Kid, right here.” Katherine’s heart stopped when Negan motioned for Carl. Carl didn’t move. “Kid, now.” Carl stood up and slowly walked over.

What was he going to do?

“You a southpaw?” She heard Negan ask.

“Am I a what?”

“You a lefty?” Carl just stared at him.


Negan smirked.

“Good.” Katherine watched as he took off one of his belts and took Carl’s left arm. He tightened it around Carl’s left forearm. “That hurt?”

Carl kept a straight face.

“No.” Negan smirked again.

“Should. It’s supposed to.” He finished tying it off. “All right. Get down on the ground, kid. Next to daddy. Spread them wings. Simon, you got a pen?”

Katherine watched as a guy with a handlebar mustache pulled a marker out of his pocket and tossed it to Negan. Negan took the cap off with his teeth and bent down, drawing a line on Carl’s arm.

It suddenly hit Katherine what he was gonna do. She wasn’t the only one as Rick started pleading.

“Please. Please. Please. Don’t.” Negan laughed.

“Me? I ain’t doing shit. Rick, I want you to take your ax and cut your son’s left arm off, right on that line.”

Katherine’s eyes widened as she started to struggle against Dwight again.

“No! Negan please don’t make him do this! I-I’ll do anything. Please don’t make him do this.”

Negan turned to look at Katherine and kept the same, villainous grin on his face.

“That’s a very fucking tempting offer, Doll. But it’ll have to fucking wait.”

Katherine felt her world crumbling as Negan went on. It got to the point where he started counting.

“Three!” Katherine started crying, seeing her father crying as well.

“Please.” He sobbed. “It can be me. Please!”


“Please, don’t-.”

“This is it!”

Rick just kept sobbing as Carl looked at him

“Dad just do it. Just do it.”

Rick sobbed and picked up the ax. Katherine clenched her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face.

Just as Rick was about to drop the ax on Carl’s arm, he heard Negan say his name.

Katherine cracked her eyes open and saw Negan squating next to her father.

“You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?” Rick just shook with fear. Negan growled and gabbed his face. “Speak when you’re spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me.”

“Provide for you.” Rick repeated.

“You belong to me, right?! Right?”

Rick nodded.

“Right.” Negan nodded and stood up. “Dwight.” He waved Dwight over. Dwight dragged Katherine over and pushed her into Negan who immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her to his side.

“And she, she belongs to me Rick. She’s mine.” He lifted Katherine’s face up and planted a rough, possessive kiss on her lips. His lips roughly brushed over hers as his beard scratched her face. Katherine stood frozen, not knowing what to do. If she pushed him away, he would surely get mad and she just wanted this day to end with no more deaths.

Negan finally pulled away and grinned down at her.

“Now that is something I have fucking missed.” He turned back to the group and nodded his head approvingly.

“We did it all of us, together. Fuck, even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award for sure. Today was a fukcing productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake that you get it now. That you fucking understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you that is over now.” He started laughing.

“Ah ,Dwight, load him up.” Katherine watched as Dwight grabbed Daryl and loaded him into the back of one of the trucks before shutting the door. Why was he taking him? Negan looked back down at Rick. “He’s got guts. Not a fucking little bitch like someone I know. I like him. He’s mine now. But you still want to try something? I will cut pieces off of…hell’s his name Kitty Kat?” Katherine looked up, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Daryl.” She whispered. Negan laughed.

“Wow. That actually sounds right. I will cut pieces off of Darly and put them on your doorstep. Or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me.” Negan laughed again and tightened his grip on Katherine. “Welcome to a brand new beginning you sorry shits! I’m gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. Use it to cart all the crap you’re gonna find me. We’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then ta-ta.”

Negan turned and started walking, dragging Katherine along with him. When they got to a black pick up truck, he opened the passenger side door and pushed her inside before getting in after her. Before she could move away from him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder’s and lifted her chin up so their eyes met.

“I hope  you like your new fucking home, Doll. Cause you’re going to be there for a very, very long fucking time.”

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anonymous asked:

Tokoyami scenario where Dark Shadow is his wingman and helps him ask out his crush?

(What a cute request!!!)

Tokoyami wasn’t particularly outgoing.

Well, he was training to be a hero, so it’d be a mistake to call him a complete coward…but, training and love were completely different subjects. He’d much rather approach a villain than approach his crush, if he were being frank.

This was why Dark Shadow was going to help him.

Gulping and adjusting his choker, Tokoyami peered back to see Dark Shadow beaming at him. Encouragingly, Dark Shadow gave him a thumbs up. Tokoyami nervously sighed, then asked, “You know the plan, right?”

Dark Shadow gave him a reassuring nod.

A little earlier, Dark Shadow gave the crush a little note telling them to meet by the sakura trees near the river. Tokoyami couldn’t even muster up the courage to hand them the note; his Quirk had to do it. He felt quite uncomfortable around his crush, but he told himself that he’d be the one to verbally ask his crush out. He had to.

The location was a pretty sight- the pastel pink, blended in with a soft white, petals swirling serenely in the air, accompanied by the soft gurgling of the brook.Tokoyami hoped that this was a good enough location.

He was starting to wonder if they would ever show up, when he saw a figure approaching him. It was his crush, and instantaneous dread filled him. Why was he asking them out? This was a bad idea, bad idea…Tokoyami tried to smile weakly back at his Quirk before shifting his focus onto his crush.

They looked awfully attractive, the beautiful flower petals blowing around them and their face slightly pink from running over here. “Hey, Fumikage-kun,” they said cheerfully, “and, hello Dark Shadow.” They looked a little confused as to why Tokoyami had his Quirk ready.

Dark Shadow inched towards them and smiled when they pat his head. “Aw,” they said, “Dark Shadow is very cute!”

Heart thumping, Tokoyami cleared his throat. He tried to get a word out. He cleared his throat again. “Um. Thank you for your kindness,” he mumbled rather stiffly. Dark Shadow looked at him, slightly disappointed with Tokoyami formality.

“Er, thank you for coming, too,” he added. He looked down at his feet. “I asked Dark Shadow to give you the note…I guess I’m a little…shy?” Hesitantly, Tokoyami glanced at his crush’s confused reaction.

“Oh, is there something wrong? Why are you shy around me?” they asked, cocking their head.

He sighed. “Well…” Unbeknownst to him, he had activated his Quirk, due to nerves, and Dark Shadow’s head nudged his back, causing Tokoyami to go forward. Taken aback, Tokoyami tripped over a few pebbles on the path, stumbling. He leaned forward and accidentally and instinctively gripped onto his crush’s shoulders for support.

Their hands were on his hips. He gulped, trying not to reveal his blush. Immediately, he stepped away from them, and he tried to ignore his palpitating heart. “I’m very sorry about that.” Awkwardly, he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh,” they said, laughing a bit, “no worries. Dark Shadow nudged you forward! That’s so funny! I wonder why?”

Tokoyami frowned a bit before clearing his throat again. “Yeah, um…who knows?”

Dark Shadow’s head hit Tokoyami’s back, this time a little less forcefully. He knew that Dark Shadow wanted him to make a move, and Tokoyami wanted to, but it was so difficult…

His crush stood there, a slightly confused expression on their face. “Well…see you later?”

Heart dropping, Tokoyami gripped his fists. “Uh, about that…um, I mean. Yeah. See you.”

They started to walk away, and Tokoyami felt resigned. “Eh, at least we tried, Dark Shadow…” Bitterly and disappointed, he looked at his crush’s back. A sudden urge overcame him, and he desperately wanted to reach out-

Dark Shadow lunged forward, and Tokoyami barely had control over his Quirk. His Quirk wrapped around his crush’s hand, and they shrieked in shock.

“Ah! I’m so sorry,” he said quickly. “But, er, I have something to say.” Earnestly, he looked into their eyes. “I like you. I know…I’m a little dramatic and weird and awkward, especially around you. But, I was wondering, would you like to set up a date with me?” Oh, shoot, he sounded like a complete dork…

Their face registered shock, then they smiled. “Oh, Fumikage-kun! Of course!” They beamed and happily petted Dark Shadow’s head, and Tokoyami blushed, shocked yet pleased. 

anonymous asked:

headcanons on how long it would take bakugou to realise he's got a crush on a girl?

Coming right up~!

Katsuki Bakugou

+ he realizes almost immediately when he has a crush on a girl

+ but he goes into denial mode, he doesn’t have time for feelings other than anger

+ so, he manages to force it out of his mind for a while

+ the more he gets to know the girl he likes, the harder it is to ignore his feelings

+ he’s hit once again by the realization that he really likes this girl after another couple of months

+ he’ll continue the cycle of denial and realization as his feelings become more deep and genuine until, eventually, after probably six to eight months, he just says fuck, I gotta do something about this

+ the time between these cycles of denial and realization gradually shrink, eventually he’s reminded every day of his feelings

+ that is the point at which he decides whether or not to ask the girl out; that is, of course, if she hasn’t already asked him out by then, or hasn’t gotten with someone else

Breaking the Bed, and Other Sexy Mistakes

MERRY KINKMAS TO ALL, and particularly to my secret Santa, who gave me the opportunity to write awkward, funny Suckington. MERRY KINKMAS @bizarrebird​ I HOPE YOU ENJOY

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It all really started when Tucker tripped over the bed.

In Tucker’s defense, the bed had not been there a moment ago, because Wash had just moved it, because the room the two of them were sharing involved two single beds, and those were not really appropriate for two people to have sex on, let alone three.

Kai tilted her head as Tucker went ass over teakettle, landing sprawled over the pillows and headboard in a way that looked somewhere between moderately uncomfortable to mildly painful. “Are we going to break the bed? I mean, I’ve got a can of glitter in my bag somewhere if we’re doing the Twilight roleplay, but dibs on not playing the virgin, because—”

“We’re not doing a Twilight roleplay,” Wash said, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

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Rain pt.4

Rain | Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 |

Well, finally the end xD not proofread but you already know that 

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Jungkook came into the room with a wet towel on one hand, a glass of water in the other hand and a concerned stare.

“ It’s normal, Kookie. You don’t have to panic every time it happens ” You coughed, nausea taking over once more.

“ But you haven’t even eaten anything since morning ” You reached for the towel that he brought but he moved your hand away to wipe your face for you instead. He always seemed apologetic while doing things like this.

“ I know. ” You closed your eyes sinking back into the bed “Just lay with me okay ?”

The first four months had been the hardest for you since you constantly felt sick upon inhaling any sort of scent. Pleasant or not. And the hardest on Jungkook since you did quit – got fired – from your job. Though he would never admit it. Jungkook joked about it, teasing you every chance he got with remixed versions of “ You should’ve quit when I told you to ”

You were now half-way through your sixth month and still having occasional drawbacks that sent you over the toilet again. But it was less frequent and you were able to eat comfortably again. Your belly had also grown considerably which meant that most your clothes and half your shoes couldn’t fit anymore.

It always made you frown when something didn’t look as great as before but your husband was always quick to brush away those insecurities, like he always does, with random compliments and sweet kisses of adoration.

You had just came back home from another appointment with the doctor, where you were given the chance to know the baby’s gender which you refused. Jungkook had been on and on about it ever since you left Seokjin’s office and didn’t shut up about until you started feeling sick. Thankfully.

Jungkook made you rest your head on his arm when you couldn’t even move up to the pillows, laying down next to you. It was still the middle of the day but it was also his day off and you were technically unemployed so it didn’t matter. He gave you enough room to breathe but was also close enough for you to feel his warmth.

His hand sneaked up under your shirt, a new habit he discovered recently, fingers tracing random patterns on your swollen belly. You sighed in response, relaxing against him.

“ Squid just moved !” Jungkook shot up, abruptly moving you just when you got comfortable, with a smile and twinkly eyes. You groaned in frustration, reminding him that he was your personal pillow for now “ Sorry, I got excited ”

“ I can see that ” You laughed this time resting your head on his chest to let the familiar, soothing, heartbeat reach your ears. “ It happens more frequently when the baby hears your voice. I’m getting jealous of the two of you. Bonding without me, already ” You snorted jokingly.

“ You’re cute ” His hand was back again on your stomach. This time his open palm massaging the underside.

“ Don’t call me cute ” You hit his arm and he shrugged “ Have you thought of any names ?”

“ I was waiting to know the gender first ” He pouted and you rolled your eyes. There he goes again.

“ I want it to be a surprise. And it doesn’t really matter what gender it is ”

“ But it’s hard to-” He stopped, laughing, when you glared up at him “ Okay, okay. How about … Junghye for a girl and Junghyun for a boy ?”

“ Hmm …” You nodded as he stilled his movements. It calmed you, his touch, and you somehow knew that your baby liked it as well. Jin had told you that it could distinguish voices now so you let Jungkook go on and on about the different names he liked. All in hopes that squid would recognize his father’s voice just as much as he did yours. It made your heart flutter just thinking about it.

“ How about Jimin ?” You finally cut off the stream of names, your eyes feeling heavy again with sleep even though you had woken up just four hours prior.

“ For ?”

“ Both … It’s unisex ”

“ Jimin … Jeon Jimin … Sounds nice ” Jungkook kissed your head, carding his free hand through your hair in a way he knew you liked “ Jimin it is ”

“ Now are you going to stop calling our Jimin squid ?” You looked up at him, optimistic.

“ Nope ” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

You fell back into silence as you enjoyed each other’s breathing and Jungkook’s hand on your bare skin. He knew you would be tired, you were always tired, so he let you sleep in peace. He understood that it was hard, in every aspect, and felt sorry. Especially that he couldn’t really do anything to make it easier.

However, to you, his presence was more than enough.


“ Let’s do something. I’m tired of just staying home all the time ” You stood up, as fast as your body allowed, stretching a little.

“ Jin told us to be careful in these last two months so nothing would go wrong ” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows since last time you said that and you both got out for a stroll you ended up getting too tired and breathless. Which scared him to death.

“ I know but I’m bored. Let’s go shopping then ? We still need to buy some stuff for the baby ” You looked through your bag for a white envelope “ Guess who just, finally, got the payment for that internship I did a year ago and has money to blow ”. Jungkook just laughed saying he’ll be ready in a moment then disappearing into the bedroom then had to wait a whole hour for you to be ready as well. With no complaints.

It was more fun, and a lot more interesting, to shop for things with no knowledge of the baby’s gender. Jungkook soon learned to enjoy the mystery as well, even making bets on which it will be. Him saying that it’s a girl while you went for the other option. There wasn’t much time left before you would find out.

“ You think squid would love cars ?” He joked as you passed by one of the big toy cars that could probably fit three toddlers in one go.

“ I think that it will be very long before  Jimin would ride those. Move it.” You playfully hit his back turning him away before locking arms with him again. Channeling some of your weight on him. He was always giddy when you did. Most your discussions about it would just be :

“ It’s like I’m carrying the baby with you ”

“ No jungkook-ah, it’s not even close ”

“ But still ”

“ Put me down ! You’re making me dizzy ”

“ Jungkook ? ” A sweet and soft female voice called from behind you. Unfamiliar to you but apparently not to Jungkook, who froze immediately.

She was tall, pretty, and very attractive. All your insecurities came crushing down. More skin shown than covered, she walked towards the two of you. Her eyes scanned over the two of you with a mockingly offensive grin and you knew that it was her.

“ What are you doing here ?” He asked, his voice was stern and emotionless, cold even which came to a surprise to her and she paused.

“ I work here. If you had payed more attention to that instead of just fu-”

“ I guess I wasn’t that interested after all ” The flustered look on her face should have made you feel better but both their words cut deeper than you thought and you hand fell from Jungkook’s, who looked down at you with worried eyes.

“ You’re the wife. I don’t think we officially met ” She sheepishly smiled at you like some innocent angel. Something inside of you wanted to strangle her right there and then.

“ Do they allow you to dress like that around children ?” You returned the mocking stare, speaking like the mother you were going to be, it has somehow became a part of you. To speak like a mom.

“ It attracts the dads so they don’t mind. I sell more.” The way she spoke the words, her eyes fluttering over to jungkook who was stiff besides you, his eyes fixed on you. You clenched your fists but relaxed again. You weren’t able to do anything to her, it’s not like it’s her fault alone. It was the both of them, deep down you hated Jungkook a little again. You now had a face to go along with the nightmares and you could feel a slight ache in the pit of your stomach. You wanted out.  

“ Jungkook-ah ” You looked up at him and smiled, forced of course, “ Have a nice chat, I’ll wait by the car. I don’t want to get anything for our baby here ”

“ Y/N, w-wait …” He laced his fingers with yours halting you and turned to look at her for the first time “ I was out of my mind then. Sorry to have left like that but I’ve never loved you.” I got more important things now His eyes found yours again.

What if he goes back to her ? You looked down at your pregnant belly, already too big for comfort and a tear made its way down your face. Jungkook was focused on driving but his mind was racing with a million thing he should be saying. None of them seemed completely appropriate.

“ Jungkook-ah ” You hated how your voice came out broken so you wiped away the tears away and cleared your throat “ Do you regret it ?”

“ Don’t say that ” Jungkook was glad you spoke out, but was rather unhappy with the words themselves “ Don’t ever think for a second that I’d prefer be with her than you ”

“ You-”

“ Never. I love you so much and you’ve given me so much ” He reached for your hand holding it tightly  while he pulled over to put all his attention back on you “ Even now, you even gave up a big portion of your life to grant me … us … Jimin. Which I can never repay even if I tried for the rest of my life ”

“ I … you just seem very tired lately and sometimes unhappy ” You finally confessed what had been worrying for the most time in the past few months of him constantly working and taking care of you at the same time. You felt like he would grow tired of you.

“ I have never been happier in my life than this moment, with you and with our Jiminie, and work … ” He paused, unsure if he should say this already or wait “ I’ve been working harder for our future, to compensate you for everything, not that I can and not that it would ever be enough ”

“ What ?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“ I’ll show you tomorrow. Let’s go home for now, you’ve been walking around for quite sometime ” He started the car again “ You need to rest and forget about what happened … I’ll help you forget ”. Jungkook smirked nodging your shoulder.

“ you do realize I’m almost nine months pregnant right ?”

“ And your point ?”

“ Pervert ” You snorted.

“ You’re still as gorgeous as ever ”


You woke up to a rustling sound of metal falling to the ground and judging by the sunlight eagerly spilling into the room; it was morning. You opened the window to let out the weird smell that accumulated in the room. It was similar to a burning scent. It was weird because you kept no food in the house because of your morning sickness then it turned into not keeping it there so you would have to spend that time together.

You heard the rustling once more and slowly made your way out. Jungkook goes to work early these days so you didn’t know what to think of the sudden noise. However, there he was, only in his sweatpants on while his shirt had been abandoned on the floor, shuffling through the kitchen like a lost puppy. You lost count already of how many time he burned his fingers just from the moment you stood by the door watching him, oblivious of your presence.

“ Why are you awake babe ? ” Jungkook sat next to you on the couch as you were watching the T.V, peacefully until now, later that night. “ Are you still upset about what happened in the shop ?”

“ No, kookie, I’m not. I knew I would meet her one day ” You sighed switching the volume down even more so the two voices wouldn’t mix in your head and turn into a headache you didn’t need.

“ I’m sorry ”

“ Stop apologizing” inching a little to rest your head on his shoulder.

“ Today was supposed to be special but I ruined it ”

“ I still enjoyed it so it’s okay ” You were mad, that much was obvious, but you couldn’t let it spoil it for you. You had been mad for too long, now you need to be happy.

“ I’ll make it right ! How about a late night snack ?” He shot up with overflowing energy and a bunny smile.

“ How about you stop moving every time I find a comfortable position ?” You glared but it quickly turned into a failed one when he giggled.

“ Sorry, love ” Jungkook moved the biggest pillow back where he sat before to let you lean on it “ Are you craving anything ? ”

“ I do … but you can’t make it. I don’t trust you enough. ” You chuckled.

“ Try me !”

“ Seaweed soup ” He suddenly looked drained with hunched shoulders and a frown.

“ Okay maybe I can’t ” Jungkook pouted as he slowly sat back down.

“ Y/N, why are you crying ?” Jungkook’s soft tone brought you back from your thoughts and you wiped away the tears you didn’t know were falling until he pointed it out “ Are you that touched by this ?” He smugly smirked.

“ It’s the hormones okay ?” You sniffled walking to him, he just shrugged turning around with a whisper “ yeah right ”.

“ You’ll get fired if you keep taking days off continuously ” You mumbled feeling the unfairness of it all, in fact Jungkook couldn’t get fired since he was the owner of his own company so he could just take how many days off he wanted, unlike you who was fired for throwing up on the job. Okay maybe you threw up on an important client but still.

You stopped behind him trying to backhug him but your pregnant self had other thoughts. You couldn’t even reach around past your belly to him.

“ I can’t even do this ” you sighed frowning “ Sorry ”

“ But I can ” Jungkook turned to look at you after turning off the fire and smiled. He would’ve called you cute if he knew you wouldn’t hit him for it so he just settled for changing positions with you and hugging you closely. “ You smell so nice ” Jungkook breathed out against your shoulder sealing his lips into deep kisses to your neck. You relaxed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder and sighing.

“ What happened to your shirt ?”

“ I spilled soup on it, it burned me so I threw it off ” He sounded like he was angry at the shirt more than at himself for spilling.

“ You really made seaweed soup ?” You arched an eyebrow, suspicious.

“ Well … hmm … I tried ?” That didn’t sound so convincing you thought as you broke away from him. “ Sit down, I’ll bring it to you ”

You moved to the table waiting with wide eyes, and a worried heart, for whatever poison he was about to feed you.

“ Okay this looks normal ” You spoke as you twirled your spoon around the suspicious liquid. Jungkook smiled widely with anticipation gesturing you to taste. You hesitantly did so, with caution because counting ramyun out jungkook was not to be trusted in the kitchen.

“ So ?” He impatiently said.

“ Maybe it only looks good ” You put your spoon down, fighting back a gag, and pushing the bowl to him “ Taste it ”

“ That’s so salty !” He screamed scrunching his face in disgust “ how could you eat that so normally ?”

“ I couldn’t hurt my baby’s feeling after all that effort, could I ?” You smiled and he stood up reaching over the table to capture your lips into a kiss.

“ You taste salty, go away ” You pushed him away licking your lips

“ You do too so shut up and kiss me ”

“ Forget about that, you told me you would show me why you’ve been so busy today ”

“ Right, I did ” His face lit up in a proud expression you haven’t seen since he got his last promotion to CEO “ Get ready, this will be good ”


“ We’re here !” Jungkook yelled out opening the large but short wooden door that lead to a big garden.

“ And what is here ?” You asked following right behind him.

“ Our home ” He said with an air of utter proudness.

“ What ?” You stopped him to turn and look at you.

“ I wasn’t busy because it became hard to take care of you but ” he hooked his arm around your shoulder leading you towards the way-too-big-for-two-people-and-and-a-baby house “ It was because I was trying to get my hand on this

“ You … Jungkook-ah …” Tears gathered in your ears and your voice was caught in your throat.

“ You don’t need to say anything. It wasn’t really that hard. And I wanted to do something for you ” He kissed you temple rubbing his hand over your belly “ For us ”

“ The second floor is ours, to live in but most importantly, the first floor ” He pointed at it and the space around it “ Can be turned into a coffee shop, if you want to ”

The walls were mostly made out of reflecting glass and opened onto the back garden. You followed Jungkook to tour it as he spoke about the many plans that he had in mind. Dogs, mainly dogs. You felt the swelling in your heart grow with each word as you kept your eyes on him wondering what you did to deserve it.

Jungkook stopped in front of the front door and glanced down at you with a witty expression.

“ Let me carry you in ” He giggled “ Like in the movies ”

“ Babe, I need to tell you this again, but I’m nine months pregnant ” You rolled your eyes at him “ I’m too heavy for you and I still need you in one peace ”

“ Please ”

“ Jungkook, no ”

“ Just one step ”

“ Jungko-ahh” His name turned into a painful gasp when you felt like your insides just did a full flip, then it just turned plain painful.

“ What ? What happened ?” He gripped both your arms in his firm hands, coming down to eye-level with you “ Does it hurt ?”

“ I … call Jin … ”

“ Why- ohmygodokayokay” Jungkook’s hand trembled as he saw that your water broke. He was prepared for this moment, well, he thought. When confronted with the reality that you were indeed about to give birth he panicked.

You took his arm, gripping it so hard that you were sure it will bruise but you couldn’t find it in you to really care as another wave of pain spread across you.

“ Car, now ” He said as he helped you down the stairs, slow enough for you not to hurt but fast enough so Jimin would be born in the garden of your house.

“ It hurts ” You chanted as he repeated for you to breath and that everything will be alright, you swore if he told you to bre-

“ Y/N, just breathe ”

“ I’m fucking breathing ! ” You screamed at him at full force unable to control your volume.

“ Okay but Jin told me to ”

“ I don’t care what he said, you better shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you ” You didn’t calm down until you were on the bed with everyone moving around quickly to get your prepared since in the words of your doctor “ The little one is eager to come out ” and Jungkook reappeared again, dressed in the same outfit as the other nurses.

“ Jungkook-ah, I’m scared ” You stuttered through heavy breath and excessive sweating.

“ I’m right here, everything is going to be okay ” He let you hold his hand as tightly as you wanted while he whispered words of encouragement with concern. Avoiding whatever was happening down there because he found himself lightheaded every time he glanced down.


The sound of loud crying tore you both apart from the deep sleep you were in, just a few hours after you put Jimin to sleep, just when you could finally catch a glimpse of sleep. You groaned turning in the bed to meet Jungkook’s, just as frustrated as you, glance. You silently nodded before sitting up, both eyes half shut with exhaustion.

“ I’ll go ” Jungkook stood up removing the sheets from himself and making you lean back “ I’ll go ”

“ I can … ” He hushed you with his lips, cupping your face in the dark and shaking his head.

“ Go back to sleep, love.” He pat your head and smiled as you closed your eyes again.

“ I love you, kookie.” You said quietly as he walked out the room but he suddenly stopped and peeking back through the door.

“ I heard that. ”

“ I said it to be heard ” You laughed “ Go check on Jimin before he drowns himself in tears ”

“ I love you too ” He called back while hurrying to the other room.

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Hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it and thank you !

Broken Strings

Author: bookreader525 (tumblr: @bookreader525​)

Artist: Skulpin (tumblr: @skulpin)

While roughhousing in the theater, a few animals accidentally break Ash’s beloved guitar. As a result, Ash thinks back to the day she received the guitar as a gift from a former special someone. 

Meena careens around a corner, giggling as she hops over a prop. Gunter is right at her heels, his glittery leotard barely containing his jiggling belly. Dangling from one of her hands by its laces is one of Johnny’s precious Converse sneakers. The shoes may very well be made out of solid gold, seeing the way Johnny treats the things. Meena would not put it past him to place the shoes on a soft pillow every night like some type of precious jewel.

        So, when Gunter approached her with the idea of stealing one of Johnny’s prized Converse, she could not resist. After all, her mischievous side needs to be fed a little every now and then.

        It did not take long at all for Johnny to discover his missing possession, and it only took him a matter of seconds to trace the path of the culprits. Mike did not care enough to steal a shoe that was not actually made of gold; Rosita would never think of doing such a thing in the first place; Ash was out buying sandwiches for the group, or otherwise she would totally be in on the joke; and Buster was completely, genuinely oblivious. So was Eddie. All that left was…

        “Meena! Gunter! Dang it, stop runnin’ away from me. I want my other Converse back!” Johnny yells.

        Meena can practically feel his angry, puffing breath on the back of her neck. Gunter jerks his head to the left, and leads the chase down a new back hallway of the theater.

        “You have one shoe! Isn’t that good enough?” she teases gently.

        “Not if I wanna be balanced when I walk, no,” Johnny protests.

        “Then just take off your other shoe! Problem solved.”


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anonymous asked:

I have a crush on a girl at school and today we were playing basketball and she accidentally hit me in the face and she immediately starting cupping my face and apologizing and I just kind of held her hands and said I was fine while I combusted inside,later I accidentally ran into her chest cause she's super tall and she just started laughing it was so cute.After class she came up to me and like touched my shoulder to say sorry again and I somehow kept my cool then but now I'm literally shaking

oh wow gay love ONLY!! this wig off love story truly has me shook, i hope u date her pls tell her “maria lenacorp told me we should date” y’all truly have my full support

anonymous asked:

"I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me" + older!Damian Wayne for a prompt? I know he isn't listed as someone you can write for, but I've seen you do older! damian headcanons on your other blog so i was hoping you would be open to it. If not, I understand, and you can use zatanna or wally for the same prompt. 2nd person, preferrably "she" if pronouns are needed but anything will do, human.

gotcha gotcha (yes i can do damian- i haven’t gotten around to updating the canon page)

“That makes absolutely no sense.” Damian speaks around an ice-pop, leaning back against the cushions. The entertainment room was pitch-black, outside of the TV’s reflecting light against the both of you. He bites down and pulls the plastic tube from his mouth, turning towards you with his eyebrows raised. “You should have a crush on me. It’d be in your favor.”

“How so?” You finish your’s and stand up, stretching with your arms over your head. “I mean, you’re my best guy friend. I don’t really think of you like that.” You toss your empty popsicle into the trash, shrugging at him. 

“I am not only good-looking- I am also wealthy, strong, and the son of a founding member of the Justice League. I am also a technical superhero.” He sucks at the remaining juice at the bottom, looking at you as you sit down beside him again, crossing your ankles and leaning on him. “I am prime crush material.” 

“Woops, sorry, I can’t hear you over all of that bragging.” You poke him in the chest jokingly, but hit solid muscle, and you return your stubbed finger back into your fist, mouthing a small ‘ouch’. He raises an eyebrow, as if reinforcing his point, a smirk pulling at his mouth. “Fine, okay, I admit it- you’re an attractive individual. I’m just not attracted to you like that, Damian.” 

His smirk immediately drops, becoming a purse of his lips. “To be honest, I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me.” He leaned back against the couch, pushing you into his shoulder, huffing. “You could’ve at least pretended.”

catsandr0ckmusic  asked:

Hello. How are ya? I'm so fucking dead. The exam was Hell and I got my heart broken today. Well, kinda. We were talking about how one of my friends thought her little brother could be gay and the conversation just continued and we ended up talking about our families and what they think about LGBTQ+. My heart sank when my crush said she could never date a girl 'cause she'd be immediately kicked out of the family by her dad and grandma. So, Idk. I feel a bit sad.

Well I just reluctantly woke up from my long nap and was hit with the crushing realization that I am awake again, so… Yeah, doing so fine. Oh man, yeah I saw your post and it seemed like you really had a busy and rough day, and hearing that from your crush must have made the day even worse. I’m so sorry about that. It can’t feel good at all. Hope you’re okay.

anonymous asked:

Hey miki how do you think yoshiko would realize she loves maru or vice versa?

oh boy well i mean this depends on the au and how old they are, but

if we’re going from the canon setting, i think it’d probably happen gradually, for yoshiko. she’d realise someone actually, well, knew her from when she was datenshi all the time, and that this person, hanamaru, genuinely liked her in spite of (because of?) all of her weird shit. hanamaru was very much the only person yoshiko talked to until she joined chikatachi, and i can’t even describe how grateful yoshiko must have been to have hanamaru support her. i think it would’ve started there, although she wouldn’t realise it until she saw hanamaru in like, a really pretty outfit or something - maybe the mijuku dreamer outfits? and then it kind of hits her, like - wow, i’m in love. it’d definitely be something with a lot of build-up.

for maru, i think hers might have been more, she was sort of crushing on hanamaru in kindergarten? not that i think kids that young can have crushes, but she admired yoshiko to a certain extent and thought very highly of her, and then when she met her again in high school it probably just evolved into a crush immediately. the problem with maru is that maru would just think “oh, there’s no chance of her liking me back” and not say anything. as for the point exactly when it clicks “i’m in love”, it’d probably be a point in time where yoshiko was really, genuinely being herself and smiling - either when chika reached out to her in episode five, or something along those lines. i think hanamaru really appreciates yoshiko for being herself, so that’d be important.

that said, there’s a lot of different ways each of them could fall in love - this is just my interpretation from the canon setting!!

Day 2: Can’t Sleep

Haha what even is this, I don’t know, it got away from me. Welcome to the “Soul is a secret anonymous street artist” AU. It’s long. It’s also unbeta’d, so. Yeah.

Maka couldn’t sleep. The sputtering radiator in the apartment was on the fritz, making all nature of hellish whistling and rattling. Her room would get stuffy as the armpit of hell until she kicked off her mountain of quilts, then plunge in temperature until her teeth chattered and she bundled up again. Rinse, repeat, flail in fury.

It didn’t help at all that Kim’s girlfriend was spending the night again. Jackie did her very best to be courteous and quiet, but Kim always took it as a personal challenge, and the walls were paper thin.

The piercing glow of her phone’s screen told her it was 1:36am and she gave up. Sleep would not come. But god damn it, if she couldn’t have sleep, she would have ice cream. It might be close to freezing outside, but that never stopped her. Sweet treats should be cold.

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anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, a part 2 to the accidental proposal? Your writing is so good, I am so glad you write and post fenhawke stuff!

Oh, thank you so much, anon! This is a follow up to this post, though there would have been some time between the two.


Hawke caught the telltale flash of blue and the familiar hint of ozone he associated with lyrium just moments before his back hit the wall, knocking the breath out of him.

“Whatever happened to ‘I won’t get jealous’?”


Hawke’s world was narrowed down to a very few, very specific details. Fury in Fenris’s green eyes. His hands, tight fists in Hawke’s shirt. His mouth, a hard, demanding press against Hawke’s own.

When he tried to ask another question, he only got a warning growl in response, a leg shoved between his own, a fist in his hair.

“Maker help me, but I love it when you’re feeling possessive,” Hawke breathed when he could. He reached to place his hands on Fenris’s hips, only to have them immediately swatted away.

“Do you think this is a joke?” the elf snarled. Hawke’s back hit the wall again.

“Mostly I’m just hoping I’ve gotten my point across so we can both stop making fools of ourselves, actually…”

Fenris growled again. He shoved up on his toes, and crushed his mouth against the mage’s.

“I’m still angry at you,” Fenris told him, later. They lay on the floor, a tangle of sheets and limbs, having fallen from the bed at some indeterminate point in their frenzied lovemaking. Hawke had no doubt that tomorrow morning all of Chateau Haine would be having fits over the very visible love bites the Champion of Kirkwall would very proudly come to breakfast sporting.

Hawke said, “Be angry, then. I was an ass.”

He was rewarded for the admission by a series of grumbles. Fenris made himself more comfortable against his chest.

“I suppose you’re ready to tell me how you told me so,” Fenris spat bitterly. “Rut it in my face, as if were – if I cannot endure watching you flirt with someone else, how can I expect to watch you marry?”

“That was the thought, yes,” Hawke said.

Fenris grunted. “You’ll end up in the Gallows,” he said. “The moment the nobles decide to turn on you. Do you truly believe that day will fail to come?”

“No,” Hawke admitted. “I just hope it will.”

They were quiet for a time. Hawke’s hands moved slowly over Fenris’s skin – his arms, his back, his hair. He kissed his temple and his forehead, watched his brows knit.

Tallis though,” the elf growled, and Hawke couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t even like women,” he reminded him.

“No, but you like elves.”

“I like one elf,” Hawke said. When Fenis only grunted, he added, “And maybe tomorrow, he’ll decide he likes me back.”

At last he saw it, that slight upturn to Fenris’s mouth, that subtle hint of amusement.

“Feeling lucky, are we?” Fenris mused, and Hawke smiled to himself, and rolled them, pinning the smaller man on his back.

“Let’s find out.”