i could feel it's heartbeat and everything


Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Natsu finally came back after a year, and he knew he screwed up royally. And Lucy made sure to tell him. “You’re sorry?” She questioned, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

Word count:1133

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @x-benihime !!! You’re so old now omg ;) I hope this surprises you but I fucked up and told you I was writing but anyways, I hope you have a superb day my lovely <3 

I’m thinking of turning this into a series of one-shots, all sort of relating to a poem in my new book milk and honey by Rupi Kaur, but I’m not sure yet!

how do you turn
a forest fire like me
so soft i turn into
running water

{rupi kaur}

He fucked up.

The minute he saw that look in her eyes, one that he didn’t recognize, he knew it. He screwed up.

He missed out on a whole year with her. He missed her growing her hair out, her new stories, her new job.

But all of that didn’t matter when it got down to the main point.

He left her alone for a whole year.

He didn’t think the guild would dissolve. He thought she’d be surrounded by their family. But he was wrong and he knew it was a mistake he could never make right.

So when he saw her wall filled with their friends locations, Natsu felt his heart shatter. His gazed fell to her sleeping form, knowing that the smile she wore was only for when she dreamed of a better life.

His quickly came to a decision and quietly left her room, putting his clothes on and packing a few small items.

“Natsu?” He heard Happy say from behind him. Natsu turned to his partner, giving him a small, pained smile. Happy looked worried and not sure what to say to him and Natsu didn’t blame him. There wasn’t much to say.

“How could I have done that Happy?” His voice cracked at the end, on the verge of losing control of his emotions. “How could I have hurt her like that?” Natsu collapsed onto the couch, hands coming up to rest on his face as he beat himself up over it.

Happy jumped up onto the couch beside him, not saying anything for a few minutes. Natsu knew Happy was probably blaming himself for this a little bit as well, which wasn’t true and Natsu made a mental note to remind him of that later when he’s calmed down a bit.

“We couldn’t have known this would happen.” Happy broke the silence, voice shaking and tears threatening to spill.

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

They set up camp for the night on their way to find Wendy, pretending that everything was okay and that they could easily go back to how things were. Happy was sound asleep, muttering something about fish and Charle every now and then, causing Lucy to smile fondly at the exceed. Natsu was happy to see her smile; he really had missed it. The way it lit up her eyes and made the skin around her eyes crinkle the slightest bit.

She was beautiful.

“Lucy,” he started, but trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to.

The smile faded from her face as she took in his expression, and she folded her hands on her lap in front of her. “What is it, Natsu?” She voiced softly. Kindly. He didn’t deserve her kindness.

“I just- I’m sorry.” He cursed to himself; he should have phrased that better.

He avoided her eyes- he didn’t want to see what she was thinking. He was selfish, he didn’t want to see her hurt or mad because of him, not anymore. He didn’t want the guilt.

But he deserved it.

“You’re sorry?” She questioned a few moments later, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

“Look at me.” He heard her stand up, and knowing that Lucy was scarier than Erza when she was angry, Natsu raised his head. She towered above him, hands formed into fists and resting on her hips. “I was completely alone for a year. You left me.” Shaking her head, she moved her arms to cross them over her chest, and it was only then that he noticed her eyes were shining from the tears she was holding back. “And all you have to say is that you’re sorry?” She started to yell, and a single tear fell down her cheek, shoulders shaking.

And he realized that she wasn’t crying because she was sad; she was crying because she was angry.

He winced, slowly getting to his feet while maintaining eye contact. “I know,” he moved closer to her as she jerked back a step, hands falling flat at her sides. “And I can’t think of the words to say how sorry I am Lucy, you know I was never good with them.” He reached out, grabbing her right hand with his left, gently entangling his fingers through hers. When she didn’t pull away he grabbed her left, doing the same thing. “All I can say right now is how sorry I am, and how much I missed you. I still miss you.”

Her lip quivered, tears falling more freely now as she ripped her hands out of his, causing him to stumble back in slight shock. She balled her hands into fists, and without warning she started to pound them against his chest, a sob ripping through her throat.

“A letter!” She screamed, hitting him over and over with anger, pain, defeat, and a million other emotions reflected in her eyes. “A letter.” She whispered, collapsing against him as she let the sobs take over. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, guiding them to the ground as he brought one hand up to stroke her hair, letting her cry without saying a word.

“I hated you.”

Lucy didn’t move from him as she started to speak, her sobs gone and replaced with silent tears falling down her cheek.

“At least, I thought I did for the longest time. I didn’t understand how you could just leave like that without saying goodbye. I still don’t get it.” She took a deep breath, hands curling up against him. “But then I realized I didn’t hate you, even though you’re a major ass,” she let out a breathy laugh before continuing, “I just can’t help it. I love you too much.”

Natsu felt his heart stop. He didn’t know what kind of love she meant, but it didn’t matter. God, how he wanted to hear her say it again. He smiled, tilting his head to kiss the top of her head.

“You deserve better than me.”

“I don’t want better.” She said it so softly he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes went wide, heart beating faster as he rested his chin on top of her head, mind going blank. She was too good for him, she made him feel things he never thought he would. He loved her, down to the deepest parts of his heart, and he wasn’t never going to leave her again. He didn’t think he could bare it.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“But I need you.”

And without another word he listened to her breath deepen and her heartbeat steady as she fell asleep in his arms, and he couldn’t help but feel like everything would finally be okay.

That they would be okay.

anonymous asked:

For the Victuuri prompt thing, could you perhaps write Victor comforting Yuuri through an anxiety/panic attack? (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

The world reels with a rattling whir, spinning on its axis like a frantic pirouette. Music booms. Too loud. Shadows move. Too fast. Everything hurts. Too much. Too much, too much, until the cramping of his muscles screech and wail. Deafening. Maddening. The chaos around him crescents to white noise. His own labored breathing and rapid heartbeat is all he registers like a taut, giant fist pounding against the walls of his chest: boom, boom, boom.



“Yuuri!” a voice pierces through the black fog that clogs his ears, pricking the darkness of his mind with a clear shard of light. “Yuuri,” it comes again, and it is then that he realizes it’s Victor. “Breathe,” he commands, and there is a solidity to his tone, assuaged only by the gentle way his eyes watch him. “Breathe,” they whisper. Breathe.

Yuuri hadn’t realized that he wasn’t.

The cold stab of panic thaws the second their bodies touch. With his arms clasped around his quivering frame, Victor holds him. Usually, physical contact only makes everything worse, more suffocating, but the steady beating of Victor’s heart cajoles his own to silence. To feel. In, out, his breaths pour. Yuuri sucks him in with a shaky inhale, swallowing his scent. He smells like home. Home. He doesn’t know how long they cling to one another, how long they respire the oils of each other’s skins, for time slows. And as it dribbles on around them, Yuuri lets his cheek rest against the trunk of Victor’s shoulder, lets his bones be the foundation that hold him up. With trembling lips, he voices, “Victor?”


“Don’t ever let me go.”

The Trophy Wife (7)

Summary:  Bucky is going through a rough time in his life after his Winter Soldier days when a stranger shows up at his doorstep asking for his help. What’s he gonna do?

Warning: violence, angst, bad-ass reader

Word Count: 3,329

A/N: I fucking love the reader okay? She’s developing so nicely as well as her relationship with Bucky and the trauma of being abused. Also i apologize for taking so long to update but i’m glad i did. It wouldn’t have been this long or written well if i rushed it. Two more things, i’ll be making a master list very soon of my work now and my future work. Last, one more part of Trophy Wife and its over :(

  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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anonymous asked:

I was listening to two ghosts again and was wondering why I could never get the "breakup" vibe from it - from the media making it about beards or houis about Louis. It's cause it's not about breaking apart from someone and trying to feel his heartbeat and being a ghost of who he was. The entire song is about "we". He never talks about himself. "We're not who we used to be", "were just two ghosts". It's about two people suffering through something together and it makes it so much more painful.

Two Ghosts is a angst masterpiece and I respect Harry and Louis immensely for going through everything they did and working everything out (as we know they do in Sweet Creature)   

anonymous asked:

For vday, could u maybs do an au where gon and killua r in wrestling class? Thankyouuuu ❤️❤️❤️

Ok this was written super quick, also I don’t know anything about wrestling ^^; so this was based on my very limited knowledge. And this isn’t…very romantic? I’m sorry I just go where the fic takes me~

modern au!

It’s when Gon finally slams his fourth opponent down onto the ground that he hears it:

Snickering. The kind ear-grating that could only belong to one person.

Looking up, Gon’s gold-brown eyes clash with midnight blue. 

He isn’t surprised. Not really. If anything, he was expecting this. Killua grins at him, a smirk hidden in the sharp edges of his lips, a challenge shinning in the glitter of his gaze, and Gon knows what the other wants before he even opens his mouth.

“What?” Gon asks and fails to keep himself from glowering.

He can’t help it- seeing Killua standing there, so confident and cocky drives Gon crazy. Killua might be the best wrestler in their class, but one day Gon will beat Killua and wipe that smug look off the arrogant teen’s face.

Killua might be good. But Gon’s a quick study.

“Its nothing,” Killua says nonchalantly in answer to his question.

“It has to be something if you feel the need to make fun of me.”

Killua throws his head back, exposing his long neck, and laughs. Its too pretty of a sound to belong to someone as frustrating as Killua, but. Well. That was the problem, wasn’t it?

Everything Killua did was pretty, even when he had Gon’s face shoved into the cold floor, pale hands pinning Gon’s tanner ones above his head. Just picturing it made Gon’s already rapid heartbeat pick up its pace.

Gon refocuses on Killua as he shifts his weight to one leg. Killua says, “Its just…its funny that you feel so proud of yourself for knocking those guys on their asses. They’re basically beginners, y’know. They’re not even a challenge.”

Killua turns over his hand and inspects his nails. “I could have taken those guys down in half the time you did.  Actually, I’m shocked you haven’t tripped over your own two feet yet like the last time we had class.”

Hot, boiling anger swells up inside Gon’s chest and he growls. Pretty or not, Killua is too annoying for his own good. And Gon isn’t the kind of person to take insults lightly.

“If you really think that, why don’t you try to take me down?” he suggests. “I bet you can’t beat me in five minutes- that’s how long it took me to trap the last guy. If you win, I’ll buy you however many chocolate robot candy things that you like for the rest of the month.”

Bright interest flashes across Killua’s face. “And what if you win?”

Gon allows himself a tight smile.

“If I win,” he says, shifting into a defensive position. “I get to take you out to dinner.”

Killua’s answering grin is enough to send a rush of adrenaline racing through Gon’s veins.

“You’re on, Freecss!”

Ditzy Surprise

   Guest were talking and laughing about in the decorated living room. Some reunited with old friends whom they hadn’t talked in years. Some met new people who were able to click instantly the moment the conversation started. All were dressed for elegance. All were suited for the night. Stars twinkled brightly in the clear, night sky. The moon shined gloriously upon the special birthday.

Tap, tap, her high heels tapped delicately on the hard floor. The simmering silver dress she wore for the night caught the eyes of many people, either drawing a shy smirk or a gleeful giggle from the brunette herself. Truly, maybe splurging herself on something new wasn’t always that bad. She caught the attention of many; she hoped it caught the attention of the one person who mattered.

 Hazel eyes glinted at the sight of the smart assistant. “Jaehee-ssi!” Tap, tap, tap! She walked faster; God forbid, even in high heels, nothing could stop the petite brunette from running towards the people she loved.

 Looking up, a calm smile beamed the older woman’s lips at her approach. “There you are!” Giving her a quick hug, Jaehee then placed both hands on her shoulders. “I just received a call from the Driver Kim that Mr. Han will arrive in less than 5 minutes.” Her smile always present whenever she was around, Jaehee tucked one strand of her brown hair behind her right ear. “I have to say, you did a wonderful job with the party!”

 Blush tinted each of the shorter brunette’s tanned cheeks. “Thank you!” Palms pressed together, she looked around the living room. Truly, the party looked stunning from every angle. Golden curtains dangled on each end of the glass wall. Small, round tables were placed neatly inside the room, the table itself draped by a white cloth and finished with a beautiful rose on its center. A few waiters and waitresses walked around with trays of delicious delicacies. And finally, the chandelier in the ceiling’s center gleamed gloriously for the night, casting spotlight on anyone and everyone present.

 She stifled a giggle to see Seven casually holding a tray filled with cheese tarts that were in the shape of a cat’s head.

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Silent Night - Original Scott McCall One Shot.

Original One Shot - You and Scott end up being alone in his house after everyone else cancels and you find a way to keep yourselves occupied.

Author : Me

Warnings : Smut, oral, some roughness.

Reader gender: Female

Notes: This is my first smut soooooo, but it takes practice. Hopefully I’ll get better writing more who knows? :)


You plucked your phone from your back pocket and read the message.

Stiles -

Nothing is happening tonight. Nothing at all! I mean Beacon Hills is free of weird supernatural goings on tonight, make the most of it! I am sat reading call of the wild… how often do I even read books? Anyway bye.

You let out a little giggle putting your phone away leaning against the lamp post outside the movie rental shop, as you looked up Scott was returning with a bag full of stuff.

“Did you buy the whole shop or what?” You smiled looking in the bag as he passed it to you.

“Just a few movies and some nibbles, Stiles and Malia are popping over with Lydia and Liam.” He placed his helmet over his head whilst putting his legs over the bike.

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I Trusted You Part Two

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,009

Request: You should write a part 2 to I trusted you .. You know one where he faces the consequences of killing the reader and stuff

Request:  Oh my castiel, I seriously need a part 2 of I trusted you, so goooood xx


Warnings: None,

A/N: Read I Trusted You. Should I make this is series? Yes I think I should. You guys I really really need some requests right now so if you wouldn’t mind I’d really appreciate it.

Originally posted by moonlovesthedarkness

6 months later…
Wet, that’s all you felt around you. You couldn’t move any of your limbs, but your senses could tell that you were in water. Not above it, but just floating, like fish. A different feeling came in contact with your skin. It was a warm hard grip, and it pulled you out of the water by your armpits. You couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t move anything. “Hey are you okay?!” A voice screamed at you. Your soft skin touched the hard surface of wood, it was a boat. Soft skin came in contact with your left breast, the man searched for a heartbeat. “My god she’s alive!” he exclaimed. Slowly the muscles in your eyelids came back to you. “Can you hear me?!” he screamed again. You squinted them open and bright shining sun blinded you instantly. “Am I dead?” You whispered. “No, but you might be if we don’t get you to the hospital.”

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anonymous asked:

hi! i saw that your request box was open, so i wanted to stop by and try requesting! can you write an awkward fluff with yoongi please, where he asks out this really cute and shy intern girl at the Big Hit office? i really enjoy reading your stories because your writing style is super cool, so it'd be nice if you can make time for making this? thanks!

i swear, you guy are the sweetest ;-;
i hope you enjoy this, anon!

yoongi + the intern

Min Yoongi does not do “distracted”.

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the honeymoon phase of fandom where you just got into a new show is both the best and worst part of The Fandom Experience i think

like ok its LIT bc you just got into this new show. all new characters, a new ship, new fics to read. you joined midseason after seeing a gifset so now you’ve got new content every week!! you have new music to listen to cause you downloaded the theme song, the score, and the song that was playing when your new ship met. everything is a shiny new toy. you just followed the cast on twitter and that one actress is SUCH A DORK you’re already in love. you’ve saved like 11 urls and cant stop thinking about your new favorite character. its so much fun. ive been through this honeymoon phase like a dozen times and its always SO MUCH FUN

but its also THE WORST. Stress Town™ party of one!! mutuals are ditchin you left and right, you keep seeing posts about how people who find new interests were never Real Fans™, and you cant go a day without getting an anonymous ask that says “oh so youre leaving [insert fandom that has no new content]? you dont care about [character you would die for in a heartbeat]? do you even still like [ship that revolutionized what love means]?”

ITS JUST ROUGH. but also a lot of fun. but also when 👏🏼 will 👏🏼 it 👏🏼 end 👏🏼 this constant cycling through fandoms and falling in love with new female characters that could kick my ass is shaving years off my life save me-


Baler, Dreaming.

I listened to the lullaby
pulling back and forth,
questions crash against 
my heartbeat and the sand.

Something still holds me 
in place - as I am tasked
to leave the hour, golden
in its wake. 

This morning, my thoughts
are the sea, as the feel of salt
stings when I let it wash over me
whole - without a fight.

I did drown there for a while
in the sound 

and each breath named a rock
like  a wayward memory
finding its way back to me.

If only I could shout 
until my lungs are emptied 
of bottles;

 though my messages stay
 and everything else left
 in resolve of daybreak. 


Coda, 9x18

Sam sat above the bunker the next morning to call Cas. He needed the air. Needed to get out from behind the heavy walls, and, much as he hated to admit it, he needed to put some space between himself and Dean, who was still asleep inside. He was anxious for him and a little scared of him, and the fear made it hard to breathe. Cas picked up on the first ring.

“Hello, Sam.” Sam smiled at his voice.

“Hey, Cas. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course. I’m glad you called; I’ve been thinking about calling you.”

“You have?”

“Yes. I was distracted last night by the Mark on Dean’s arm, and I never asked how you were. I want to know.” It was cold that morning, but the words were welcome and comforting, and it became easier to ignore the damp chill in the air. Sam sighed deeply, wishing Castiel was there with him.

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