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BNHA Zombie Apocalypse AU Translation - Part 1

Art by @oksopi12

“The experiment to enhance human powers, so-called the ‘Hero Project’ caused a zombie virus pandemic, and the whole world was destroyed. People infected with "Hero virus” become inhumanely powerful, but within 24 hrs experience immense pain and become zombified. Zombies can run fast and are very strong.“

Midoriya Izuku

  • Yuuei University Sophomore. Same school & Major with Bakugo Katsuki (Mechanical Engineering) + an old friend (if they can be called friends…) 
  • Bitten by a zombie while trying to save Katsuki, but discovered he was immune to the virus when he didn’t become a zombie even after time passed. His physical abilities were enhanced (probably a side effect.) 
  • Has lots of wounds, small and large, for acting reckless because of his immunity. Got into a huge accident when he was young, got a organ implant. (The organ was Almight’s - the reason he became immune to the virus) 
  • He’s just saying "Kacchan!!!!”. xD
  • The little words are “Hope of the Humanity” “Strong when cornered!” “Chainsaw” and “Right hand that was bitten. Deformed hideously.”

Bakugou Katsuki

  • Same school, same major with Deku. Good at everything. EVERYTHING. Prefers weapons with strong fire power, but trying to control himself since they’re easy to catch zombies’ attention…. 
  • Ignored Deku’s words “Kill me before I get turned”, and tied him up in the corner saying he’ll kill him when he does become a zombie - only to find out Deku was immune. 
  • Deku getting bitten trying to save him became a trauma for him. "I never wanted your help….! You goddamn nerd!!!“ 
  • Currently in a one-sided love with Deku that he himself doesn’t even know he’s in. Feels irritated when Todoroki hits on Deku.

Todoroki Shouto

  • Yuuei University Sophomore. Biotech major. Top of the class. Son of Endeavor, the world-famous doctor and scientist. Endeavor participated in the "Hero Project” that started the zombie virus. Currently cut off all ties with his father. Deku knows Todoroki and Endeavor’s relationship. 
  • Is fond of Midoriya, and doesn’t try to hide it. Deku is oblivious though. Katsuki is the only one getting irritated. 
  • Filled with hope that a vaccine could be made if he takes Midoriya to the Yuuei lab, but how will he react when he learns that to make the vaccine all or Deku’s organs need to be taken out…?  
  • Todoroki: "Midoriya, even if you’re immune to the virus, I can’t do anything if you get hurt too much…" *touches* 
  • Deku: "Okay..” (Katsuki is in the background being irritated as ever LOL. Though its difficult to directly translate it, he’s just groaning loudly? Like “fuck!!!” ??? xD)

There is a Part 2 of this AU which will be translated soon, so if I haven’t already linked it in this post, keep checking my translations tag for it.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Pokémon Go

Summary: In which Pokémon Go is Steve’s ticket to spending more time with you.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,859

A/N: This one is for a true angel, @buckysberrie. Mar, you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to and I adore you with all my heart. Your comments on my fics never cease to make my day and I love being able to fangirl with you about all things One Direction-related. I hope you have an amazing birthday because that’s exactly what you deserve.

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this, you real-life queen.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Good morning, Steve!”

The super soldier curses under his breath, hating that you’ve spotted him. He had every intention of sulking all the way back to his room and maybe hiding out there until his training session with Nat. He didn’t want to stay here, where he would be forced to bear witness to something that made his chest ache. “Hey, Y/N.”

You smile at him for a few seconds, long enough to make his heart skip a beat, before diverting your attention back to your phone and the person sitting next to you. Sam.

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sleepwalking to you | two

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst , fluff , arranged-marriage au

word count: 2.575

warnings: angsty angst , swearing? , mentions of suicide/death

synopsis: “I love you. A little less today than yesterday. I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday, and sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine; they’re constant. You hated me yesterday, you hate me today, and tomorrow, it will be just another day like this.”

i just want to say, i have nothing against my boys, this is just a story.

don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it,,it always makes me feel better ^^

Three days later, I found myself staring at a furious Jung Hoseok. He lay on the huge bed in the master bedroom of the beach side villa, the French windows opening on to the beach and the brisk sea air refreshing, but apparently none of that made a difference because he looked like he wanted to kill. I stared at him, his body looking gaunt underneath the covers. I didn’t know what to say, words getting stuck on their way from my mind to my tongue and leaving me speechless most of the time. I felt like I was crumbling, from the inside out.

“Why are you here? Where’s Hyeri?”

I hesitated, wondering what to say. Your girlfriend is sure you’ll die anyway and so she left? I didn’t want to tell him that even if it was true. I still wasn’t sure, why I was hanging around here anyway. What debt was I trying to pay back? I didn’t owe this to him, but then, the sins of the father, I thought bitterly. My father had done this anyway, maybe this would be the last bit of debt. I could do this and then leave him for good, and maybe, once he got better, she would be back. Who was I kidding? Of course she would be back.

“It’s only until you get a little better. She has a lot of schedules and it’s not like she can take a break now. Once you get better, everything will be fine.” It was a sort of mantra that I was now repeating to myself, to keep myself from drowning. Once Hoseok got better, everything will be fine. Not if he got better, when he gets better. I felt my fingers begin to tremble as a voice whispered in the back of my head.

You’re being delusional, he isn’t getting better.

Phrases flooded my conscience; degenerative injury, damaged nerves, paraplegia.

I shut it all out as I move to pour him a glass of water. His voice was sounding a little scratch. When I held it out to him, he knocked my hand away so fast, the glass went flying, shattering against the hardwood floor into smithereens. I stared at the broken fragments, the sound momentarily petrifying me. It was so loud in the room, Hoseok breathing hard.

“I don’t give a shit. Shouldn’t I have a professional nurse or something? Do you even know what you’re doing?” A good question, that. I bit my lips, trying to dredge up a smile but it’s a lost cause really When was the last time we had anything to smile about anyway?

“We can’t afford one.” I said finally. Honestly, it was the absolute truth. Jungkook was paying for the meals and the boarding, Yoongi had offered to keep paying me, even if I wasn’t working with him and that was all the charity I could take from him anyway.

He stared at me, “What?”

I didn’t want him to know about me paying for the surgery. I don’t know why, but I really didn’t. So instead, I chalked it up to just expenses. He didn’t press further and I didn’t mention that he nearly got his legs cut off either. Instead, I assured him that it was just a little trauma to his spine that made him numb from the waist down. With the tight amount of exercise and rest, he would be able to walk and run again. I knew it was dangerous, I knew that he ought to know the truth but something told me it was way too soon, he was still on painkillers, he was still traumatised. He didn’t need more stuff to worry about, I would have to bear that burden for now, besides, it was just for a little while.

In two weeks, Seokjin would be over for physiotherapy, he could explain the details of his injury then.

“So… I’m just supposed to stay in bed? What about the bathroom…?” He said and I cleared my throat before moving to the cupboard and rustling through the clothes, pulling out the gait belt and showed it to him.

“I’ll put this on your waist and help you sit on the wheelchair. It won’t be easy, of course, but uh… I’ve been reading up on it and I did it a couple of times in the hospital when you were unconscious so…” I said with a shrug and he frowned.

“And the bathroom?”

I felt myself flushing, “I won’t look.” I promised and he groaned, pressing his forearm against his eyes.

“…I wish I was dead…” He said softly and I bit my lips.

“I’m really glad you aren’t.” I said softly, he grunted and didn’t reply.

“When can I start dancing again?” Hoseok said firmly, staring at Seokjin with a determined gaze and Seokjin gave me a glare.

“Can we concentrate on one step at a time please, Hobi? You need to get the nerves in your legs active again. You’re able to move your toes and that’s a good sign so far. Next, we’ll concentrate on bed exercises, and then we’ll move on from there.” He said casually.

Hoseok stared at him and then glared at me for a second and I faltered at the uncertainty in his face, but it was gone before I could fully process it and he smiled a little at Seokjin.

“I understand, doctor, I won’t rush. Let’s get started then?”

I slipped out of the room quietly and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I spent some time stocking up all the groceries that had been delivered that morning. Jungkook’s staff had outdone themselves and there was a huge bowl full of seafood that looked absolutely fresh. I set about cleaning the shrimp, picking out six of the largest and carefully cleaning and evening them. I then cleaned some muscles, cut the pork into lean strips, adding salt and pepper to marinate it. I cut the squid into little pieces before starting on the vegetables. It took me a while to chop up the ginger, garlic, carrots, cabbage, leek and the spring onions.

By the time Hoseok and Seokjin were done, I had a steaming bowl of Jjampong, rice and Kimchi fried rice ready, some of the ready made side dishes were laid out in bowls too and I arranged the table for Seokjin before setting up a tray for Hoseok. Seokjing looked cheerful and Hoseok looked exhausted as the older wheeled him down the ramp to the dining area.

“How did it go?” I said concerned and Hoseok didn’t reply, grabbing his chopsticks without a word. Seokjin looked between us in surprise and then smiled encouragingly.

“As well as I hoped. It’s only the first session so he had a little trouble, but his body is definitely healing well. I really don’t see why he shouldn’t be fully better some day.” Seokjin smiled. Some day…

I gripped the ladle harder as I served some more soup for Seokjin. When would this supposed some day come, anyway? A year? Would Hoseok hold it out until then?

After the meal, I help Seokjin move Hoseok back to the bed and then followed him to the door. “He’s showing excellent progress. I’ve no doubt that he’ll come through this a winner.” He said warmly.

I nodded, “Thank you,” I said fervently.

Seokjin hesitated, “It’s possible that he may be feeling very fragile, mentally. I hope you won’t take any of his rudeness to heart.”

Only, I had no idea how bad it would get.

“Why won’t you ever leave me alone?” Hoseok groaned.

I grunted, wringing out the water from the soft linen cloth in my hand before placing it on his forehead again. He was running a little temperature and it was three in the morning. Outside, I could hear the gentle sound of waves hitting the breakwaters, crashing into the smooth rocks. The window was open and it was pleasantly cool without being frigid. He moved his hands to grip my wrists.

“I need more painkillers…I should be conscience right now, not living through the fucking nightmare…” He gritted out. I stared at him, his hair was slicked with sweat, matted to his forehead and his cheeks shiny and pink. He’d slipped out of his shirt and the pale skin looked ghastly against the dark covers.

“You don’t want to get addicted to those. I’m giving you just the recommended dose.” I said softly. He immediately began mumbling again and I tuned him out.

My body ached and my head ached worse. It didn’t help that Hoseok was determined to fight me every step of the way. We had been here three weeks now and already he was beginning to show signs of cabin fever. He wasn’t meant to stay in bed, at first he had raved at me for getting the surgery done. “You should have let me fucking die!” He had yelled. It had been hard, of course it had, but now, he was a bit calmer, at least he didn’t throw the food tray on the wall anymore.

Once I was done, I dropped the linen in the bowl and slowly stood up, my legs protesting. Hoseok had taken to ordering me around, a lot more than usual and I had spoken to Taehyung about it. He’d explained that the frustration and loneliness of being in bed would definitely make him want to act out. I sighed and made my way to move out of the door, I wanted to drop onto my bed and never wake up again. I reached for the door when his voice came ringing through.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok said angrily and I frowned.

“You’ve been yelling at me to get out for the past hour.” I reminded him, he looked a little abashed and lightly scratched the back of his neck.

“What if I need you during the night? I can’t scream that loud.” He said, frowning.

I tried not to wail, “There’s a bell near your hand. You just have to ring it and I’ll come.” I said softly.

“I rang it yesterday and you didn’t turn up for an hour.” He snapped.

“Ten minutes. I took ten minutes because I was in the bathroom and it was just in the afternoon! Why are you being so difficult you-”

“Oh yeah, I’m being difficult because I want to and not because I can’t fucking walk or move without needing you every step of the way… I’m just a bastard, aren’t I?” He snapped and I shut my eyes, willing myself to not snap.

“Should I sleep here, then?” I said finally.

“On the couch.” It was disturbing how quickly he responded, but I took my slippers off and curled into the soft couch nonetheless. It was too small for my frame and I would have a killer back ache tomorrow, but at least I would be spared from Hoseok’s badgering.

Ten minutes later, and he cleared his throat.

I felt my eyes flutter open and I tried to go back to sleep. “Help me up.” He said suddenly and I startled.


“Please..I want to go out.”

“Out?” I said distressed. It was four in the morning..out where?

“The patio around the back, it opens into a deck. I can stay in my wheelchair..I just.. I want to see the ocean..”

Grabbing every ounce of strength, I levered myself upright. The moonlight filtered through the window and I could see his face clearly. I stared at him for a second, the angular features and the mouth that smiled so often. Silky soft hair that looked so good against his forehead, he turned around, and I felt my eyes catch against his sharp jawline.

‘Weak,’ I told myself, ‘you’re just too weak in front of this guy, it’s going to take you straight down to hell.’

“Okay, let me get the belt.”

I’d done it a thousand times before, but somehow, as I slipped the belt around his waist, my mind was stubbornly reminding me that he was so well built; strong hips and rock hard chest. Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I wrapped an arm around him, as he leaned his wrists on the bed and tried to lever himself up, but the fever had taken its toll and he faltered. I gripped him harder, aware of his chin, pressing into my shoulder, his breath right on my ear and his chest pressing against mine.

“If you’re tired we can-”

“I’m ready.” He said softly and his voice, sleepy, heavy and rough around the edges, went straight through my body. Gripping him tighter, I slipped my knee between his and suddenly, I regretted the choice of shorts. I could feel his thighs pressed up against mine, hot, firm, heavy, and I tried not to have a mental breakdown and I finally managed to help him on to the wheelchair. I took a few breaths to calm myself down and managed a weak smile.

“Let’s go then?” I said, injecting some cheer into my tone. Hobi didn’t reply, but continued staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Rattled, I moved behind him, gripping the handlebar and lightly pushing him out to the French doors that opened on to the patio. As we reached the deck, I felt better, the fresh sea air and the sight of the breakwaters were gorgeous. The moon beams picked out the glistening waves in the distance and far away from the rhythmic light from a lighthouse lit the night.

“It’s a beautiful place.” I said absently and he hummed, staring into the ocean.

“Did you hear from Hyeri?” He said casually and I blinked. I’d been so busy, she had completely slipped my mind.

“I can try call her tomorrow…” I said apologetically and he quickly shook his head.

“Don’t..I..I’d rather get better before meeting her again.” He said firmly. I didn’t question it, but I made a mental note to send her a message nonetheless. Maybe she would come visit?

After a few minutes, the silence began to get loud. “I tried to contact your parents in the hospital. I couldn’t find them listed…I-”

“They died a year back.” Hoseok said softly and I froze, surprised.

“What?” I said, stunned. I hadn’t known. How had I not known? “Why didn’t you tell me? We should have been there-”

“It doesn’t matter. They didn’t want me there anyway. I’m the embarrassment they’d rather not face.”

I stared at him, not sure what to say. Why would anyone think Hoseok was an embarrassment? He was one of the best choreographers in the country and while it was true that we weren’t filthy rich, we made enough to live comfortably, and though reading my mind, he gave me a shrug.

“It’s worse now. If I can’t start dancing again, I’ll be starving.” He said bleakly.

“Just because you aren’t dancing now, doesn’t mean you never will. You can hire assistants. People would kill to work with you, you know that.” I said firmly. He gave me a look of surprise.

“You really think so?” I nodded, amused.

“Are you serious? You don’t need to tell me that you’re more than just your legs, Hobi. You’re a dancer. Whether you have legs or not..you don’t…it doesn’t make a difference.” I said softly. He stared at me and then took a deep breath, shuddering breath.

“Why did you do it?”

I hesitated, “Do what?”

“Tell them not to amputate my legs.”

“Because I knew you’d hate me for it. I don’t know..I just..I didn’t want to see the look on your face if you woke up and found that your legs were…gone.” I said, turning away.

“Yeah, but…why? Why do you even care?” He said, bitterness coating each syllable as I sat up.

“Hoseok, I’m not a monster. Just because you’re in love with another woman doesn’t mean I want you in hell, and that’s what your life would be if you ended up without your legs.” I said, too groggy to put a filter in my thoughts.

He didn’t reply. I stood there for a long time while he stared out into the ocean, as the sky began to lighten he finally sighed.

“Let’s go back in.” I nodded.

Back inside the house, things felt better. He fell asleep right after I helped him into the bed and I curled up on the couch, exhaustion finally overtaking me.

Helpless (M)

Originally posted by sugutie

Jimin x Reader

Plot: He won’t stop until you learn your lesson. // Dom!Jimin.
Warnings: Sexual content, M18 - It’s basically just porn
Words count: ~2000 words

I’ve tried my best to edit, but if it happens that you’ve found any mistakes I apologize~

Jimin’s jaw was clenching, the little bone popped out below his cheek for a second as he stood there and threw a glare at you. His phone was still gripped tight between his tensed fingers and it looked like he could easily crumble the device. Your scared nerves jerked up when he tossed that behind, let it thump on your black leather couch.

“Why did you do that?”, he grunted in his heated breath. You found yourself trembling, for you had never seen him like this before.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault but the guilt still built up to your neck. If you had known that you were filmed while being drunken asleep, on your sober work buddy’s shoulder, then you wouldn’t have drunk at all. If you knew he would be as nasty as massaging your breasts, while your brain was numb and you thought you had dreamt, you wouldn’t even have been sitting there and begged for more. The party last night with your work friends was a disaster that only humiliated you for being the most lustful person in the office and you already sensed being teased for your whining nature. Now you’d made your boyfriend pissed. You had no idea how to apologize to him.

“Jimin, I didn’t do anything,” you tried to reason. “I was drunk.”

He seemed not to be moved by your argument, the way his sulky expression, his dropped lids, still were freezing like a picture. He looked like thinking about something when his eyebrows pulled to clench. You were about to take a breath and please for an apology, but he suddenly busted out his uproarious sigh and marched away from you - direction upstairs. You felt your heart being torn with each of his steps.

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dontfeelsogood  asked:

Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕

thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!!  sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!

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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.


An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond.  “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut.  Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking.  “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom?  I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”

With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head.  He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out.  As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.

“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly.  Viktor’s heart ached.

“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”  Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way.  The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.

“Why are you sorry?”  Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.

“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite.  “Did I wake you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured.  Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning.  The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door.  “Viktor, can you let me in?  You sound miserable.”

“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument.  Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.

“Vitya.  Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.

“I-“  Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri.  He really, truly did.  Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well.  He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone.  “I’ll be fine.  Go back to bed, Yuuri.”

When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed.  And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet.  He wanted Yuuri to stay.  Stay close to me, he thought.  It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.








The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head.  His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.

He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.


Yuuri was at the door again.  Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass.  The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.

“Viktor, I’m sorry but I’m coming in.”

The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill.  Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all.  He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.

“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!”  Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.

“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man.  Viktor flinched.

“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.”  His throat was tight.  Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.

“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick and not ever,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object.  “Now.  Let me help you.”

Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”

Yuuri shook his head.  “I made you something - some tea.”

“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”

“That’s-”  Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice.  “That’s kind of the point, love.  It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.”  He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly.  Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets.  He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way.  Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach.  Still, he hesitated.

“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.

Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.

“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.”  Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke.  Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear?  “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly.  He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched.  “Vitya, I love you.  I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”

As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again.  He really couldn’t stop.  Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe.  “Yuuri-“  He gasped.  “Please-“

Yuuri looked conflicted.  “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”

Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face.  Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.

“Shout if you need me, love.”

Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left.  A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.

The effect was immediate.

Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream.  He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.

“Yuuri.”  It was hardly a shout.  More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name.  But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.

He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench.  Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.

“Vitya.”  Yuuri’s voice grounded him.  Yuuri’s hands grounded him.  Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name.  “Vitya, don’t cry.”

Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop.  When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.

“Don’t leave,” he cried.  “Don’t leave.”

“Oh,” Yuuri breathed.  “Sweetie, no.  I couldn’t- I wouldn’t- I would never leave you.”

Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.

“Vitya, I love you.  No matter what.”

Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.

“Even if,” he coughed wetly.  “I’m sick and gross and weak?”  Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.

“Sick, yes.  Gross and weak?”  Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple.  “Never, Vitya, never.  And even then-“

He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.

“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”  Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him.  “Not when I’m in love.”

Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses.  Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.

“Stay with me?”

Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.

“Always,” Yuuri whispered.

Romeo and Juliet - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!

Originally posted by adayofballet

“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”

“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she has been a bitch to me for the past month!”

“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”

“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”

“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me, it’s you that needs me”

I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod of acknowledge and left his house without another word.

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anonymous asked:

“That’s why I like working with Taylor or Sara Bareilles or Tegan and Sara — where you’re just in the room, talking about what stuff is going to feel like and sound like, and working from that perspective. It’s not any of this bullshit of, ‘Let’s write a hit Katy Perry song.'” Here's his interview with Time


I saw them reporting about the bombs in Manchester yesterday evening on TV when nothing really was sure yet, and I naively thought it was not a big deal and probably just false alarm. I should have known better after the shit show that’s been happening in the past two or three years or so.

I’m absolutely devastated, as many other concert goers. Concerts are a place of pure excitement and happiness for most people, me included. I can’t imagine feeling what they must have felt when they realised someone was trying to kill them, after they’ve just had the time of their lives with their peers.

What hits me even more is that it was children and teenagers who were directly targeted. Nobody deserves to die an unnecessary death like this but you have to be a special kind of asshole to attack defenseless and innocent children and teenagers in this cowardly attack, it’s nothing if not disgusting and the people responsible for this atrocity have revoked their right to be treated like human beings. They’re vermin, little disgusting vermin.

I’ve already seen people downplaying this, saying that “in order to be strong we have to move on”, but I couldn’t disagree more. If we are afraid that mourning makes us look weak, we have already lost. By just moving on we accept this as a normal part of our lives, which it isn’t. This is not our culture, this is not acceptable and we won’t be cowering away because of what they might do.

Am I scared and concerned? Yes. Am I going to stop going to concerts? No. And anyone who thinks their own terrible actions will make me stop going out and enjoying life can go fuck themselves.

My thoughts are with the victims of this tragedy and their loved ones, and with Ariana Grande who had to find out people who went to this venue to see her perform, to share this moment with her and every other fan, were hurt and killed by someone so hateful. It’s just heartbreaking.

your love will be safe with me

pairing: Clint Barton x reader 

summary: Clint and reader are best friends. But is that all they are?

word count: 1200ish

warnings: light, blink and you’ll miss it angst + f l u f f 

a/n: This is a little something for my love @buckysberrie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAR!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY AND YOUR FICS!! 

Title from Re:Stacks by Bon Iver.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“I didn’t even realize you were slowly moving in until I noticed your stuff’s kind of… everywhere.” Clint motioned around the bedroom, directing a pointed stare your way.

You quirked a brow. “Is that a problem?”

He shrugged. “Not really. What man doesn’t want to live with their hot best friend?”

You snorted. “Please. You love living with me.”

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anonymous asked:

Heyy! I love your fics❤ I thought about A prompt : Sana takes a punch during the fight, she is hurt, Elias and yousef reaction and also boy + balloon squad.

Hiii! Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea!!

I’m sorry for keeping you waiting but the week has only started and I’m already very busy.

I hope you like what I wrote, I focused mainly on Elias and Yousef’s reaction to be honest, hope you don’t mind. 

I really really hope you like it and that I don’t disappoint you

(also, the hideous kiss between Noora and Yousef doesn’t exist here)


“Sana, Elias is in trouble”

She looked at Yousef in shock. What did that mean? What happened to her brother? Flashbacks from the previous Friday when they had to carry Elias to Noora’s because he was too drunk to even walk came to her mind.

She heard Yousef saying something else but honestly, she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind and her eyes were on the door, she had to get to the door. She felt her feet moving, her arms pushing people out of the way. She heard someone calling her name, probably Yousef telling her to wait for him, but she couldn’t, it was her brother, she needed to know what was going on.

When she got out of the club she had to take a moment to process the scene in front of her eyes. Her brother and his friends were fighting against her friends. Elias had his hand on Mahdi’s neck and Mikael was pushing Jonas. Magnus, Adam and Mutta were trying to stop the fight while Even and Isak were nowhere to be seen, not that she was really looking for them in that moment. She was more focused on thinking how to stop the fight. She decided to take the plunge and get in the middle of it.

“Elias! Elias stop!” she yelled while she tried to get his brother away from Mahdi “Elias please stop!”

She kept pushing him but it was like he wasn’t hearing her.

“Elias what are you doing? Stop!!” She grabbed his arms trying to make him back off while Magnus did the same with Mahdi. “Elias st…”

She didn’t see it coming. One moment she was yelling at her brother and the next she was bent forward, a hand covering her sore mouth. She tried not to scream nor cry but the hit had been strong and she could feel her fingers getting wet from the blood that was coming from her lip.

“Oh my god Sana, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I was trying to stop them. Please Sana forgive, I’m sorry” she heard Magnus saying.

“Did you hit my sister?!” Elias yelled “What the fuck?”

She looked up in time to see her brother launching himself to Magnus who tried to cover himself with his arms.

“Elias stop!” she yelled but he didn’t listen.

“Elias!” Yousef, who had just come out of the club after having to push his way out of it, yelled.

Sana turned around to look at him and she could see the exact moment when he noticed that she had been hurt. He widened his eyes, his hands turned into fist and in less than one second he was next to her having forgotten the fight at all.

“Sana! What happened to you?” he said panicking

“I’m fine, stop him!”she said wiping away the blood from her mouth.

“Sana…” Yousef raised his hand as if he was about to touch her wound

“Stop him” she almost begged making him stop.

Yousef nodded quickly and went to help the rest of his friends. They were all trying to keep Elias away from Magnus. Finally it was Yousef who got in between the two boys.

“Elias stop!” he yelled pushing his friend away. He turned around to look at Magnus “are you okay?”

“Don’t ask him if he’s okay. He fucking hit Sana!” Elias spat while being held back by Adam and Mutta

Again Yousef’s hands turned into fist and he took a step forward to Magnus

“It was an accident, I was trying to stop the fight and my elbow hit her. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry”

Yousef took one more step forward.

“Yousef” Sana called him.

He looked at her, again pain in his eyes when he saw the blood still coming out of her lip. She shook her head no.

“Go” Yousef said closing his eyes

“Sana I’m really sorry, please, I didn’t mean to”

“I know Magnus, just go” she said trying to smile to him. Then she looked at Isak, who was looking at her really worried, and realized he was bleeding too “And take Isak to the emergency room”

“What? You’re not leaving!” Elias said

“Go” Yousef repeated.

The boys didn’t second think it, they turned around a left as fast as they could. Once they were out of sight Adam and Mutasim released Elias.

“Are you okay?” he said approaching his sister

“Am I okay? Are you Elias? What’s going on with you? You’re not like this!”

“He hit you!”

“It was an accident. He wouldn’t have hit me if you hadn’t been in a fight in the first place”

“Okay, calm down both of you” Yousef said stepping between them. “Sana you’re bleeding, you should see a doctor”

“I’m fine”

“No you’re not!” Elias said

Elias, why don’t you go for a walk and try to calm down? You’re not helping here” Yousef said turning to him

“I’m not leaving my sister alone”

“I’ll stay with her. She’s nervous enough, please go, calm down and then you come back”


“Elias, please” Sana said


“Elias, I’m fine. I just want you to calm down because you’re going to have a heart attack. Please.”

“Fine, but I’ll be back, okay? Don’t go anywhere. And Yousef do not leave her alone”

“I won’t”

Elias looked at his sister one last time and left with Mutta, Adam and Mikael.

“You’re still bleeding” Yousef said approaching Sana

“I’m fine”

“Wait here, I’m going to find something to clean the wound and stop the bleeding”

“Yousef, I’m fine. You don’t have to do that”

“Sana, let me take care of you, okay?” he said looking into her eyes.

She looked back at him and nodded trying to hide the smile that was trying to show up in her lips. He turned around and got into the club coming out in not more than 5 minutes with a clean cloth and a bottle of something that look like some kind of disinfectant.

“Let’s sit on that bench” Yousef said leading the way.

Sana followed him and sat down expecting him to do the same. Instead of that he crouched in front of her so his eyes were at her mouth’s level.

“May I?” he asked soaking the cloth with disinfectant.

“You really don’t have to” she whispered

“I want to, but only if you’re comfortable with it” he whispered back

She thought for a few seconds and then nodded. Yousef brought the cloth to Sana’s lip, gently wiping away the blood from the wound. Sana focused on him, he looked so concentrated, his eyes never leaving her lips as he pressed the cloth against them trying to stop the bleeding. Her mind went back to his expression when he had realized she had gotten hurt, and with that to the fight, her brother against her friends. The worst thing was that she felt like it had been her fault. If she hadn’t invited them, no one would’ve got hurt. She tried to contain the tears but she couldn’t help but sniffle a little bit, catching Yousef’s attention.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” he asked worried

“No…it’s just…this is all my fault” she said embarrassed

He frowned and stood up to then sit by her side on the bench.

“What are you talking about?”

“I invited you here knowing that Even was coming. I thought…I thought maybe if you all talked…I’m sorry. If it weren’t for me the fight wouldn’t have happened” she said looking at the floor

“Sana, listen to me” he said. “Look at me Sana”

She did as she was told and looked at him in the eyes.

“Okay, listen to me very carefully. This is not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. The fight, it was all a misunderstanding. Everything will be fine, okay?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay, everything will be fine” she said rolling her eyes but smiling.


He smiled back at her but it faded when he noticed something.

“You’re bleeding again. Let me help with that”

Once again he crouched in front of her and pressed the cloth gently against her lips. This time he wasn’t looking at her mouth but at her eyes just as she was doing.

Neither of them knew how much time they had spent in the same position until they heard someone talking to them.

“Am I interrupting?”

Yousef looked at Elias who was standing in front of them looking a lot calmer now and stood up.

“I was trying to stop the bleeding.” He said “I think you’ll be okay, as long as you try to contain that beautiful smile of yours for a little bit until the wound closes”

Sana’s eyebrows rose as much as it was humanly possible. Yousef closed his eyes and bit his lip in embarrassment when he realized what he had said. He could here Elias softly chuckling.

“I think I better go and leave you two alone. You know where to find me if you need me” Yousef told Sana

“Yes. Thank you Yousef, for everything” she said

“No worries” he said smiling.

He nodded at Elias as a way to say goodbye and turned around to leave.

“Beautiful smile, huh?” Elias teased his sister once his friend left

“Shut up” she said rolling her eyes “You’re not allowed to make fun of me, not after today”

“I’m sorry” he said sitting next to her “I’m sorry for the way I acted, I know I scared you. It’s just…there’s some stuff going on with me right now and sometimes I don’t deal with it the way I should”

“Elias, I’m here. You can talk to me. If something is bothering you, you can tell me, I can help”

“You don’t have to worry about it, Sana”


“Believe me, I’m fine. Just, please forgive me”

“I do, you know I do. I don’t have any other choice. You’re my brother”

And I’ll apologize to Even and his friends too, I promise”

“Good” she nodded

“But hey, not everything was bad. Yousef and you were giving each other hearteyes over there and he said you have a beautiful smile” he said smiling

“Yup, still not allowed to tease me” she said standing up and starting her way back home.

Elias stood up and followed her, laughing as he matched his steps to hers. There was a long way home ahead of them and he was planning on spending it teasing his sister. And he hadn’t even started with Yousef. He was rooting for those two so badly.


So this is it

I hope you’ve liked it

I wanted to say some things

1st I have nothing against Magnus, I picked him to be the one punching Sana (by accident) because I had to pick one

2nd I’m not trying to portray Elias as someone violent but I think that that would be his reaction if he saw Sana getting hurt. Also we know or at least I think that something is going on with Elias, something is bothering him and even though I didn’t want to get into it I felt like I needed to mention it

I really hope you’ve liked it!

I have 6 more prompts to write so as I said before I’m not taking prompts right now, not until I’m done with the ones I have to write ‘cause I want to dedicate them the time they deserve, I’m really sorry.

Thank you all for reading!!!

rainywithachanceofstars  asked:

Speaking of Victor's dumb foot thing, when do you think Yuuri gets his first pedicure? During the season it would be pointless, so maybe after he retires? Or as a treat during the off season? Does he get it done at a salon or does Victor insist on doing it himself? Does Yuuri have it done in secret as a surprise?

i would actually say that they both get pedicures at least once a month, and i’m just saying this as someone who used to run half marathons on a regular basis.  your feet get FUCKED, yo.  i can’t imagine what victor and yuuri’s feet look like, except it’s probably TRAGIC.  whenever i’m actively running, i get a pedicure once a month.  you want to keep your nails short on your toes, because otherwise you could lose them from the force of them hitting the front of your shoe.  you want to regularly exfoliate them and treat them so no gross bacteria is building up.  also, wax treatments feel fucking incredible and i love having my feet inside bags of wax, and if i have to run 120 miles a week to put my feet in bags of wax, i will do that.  so i think that victor gets weekly pedicures, and yuuri gets monthly pedicures, and then they meet each other and they go together and drink champagne, and victor tells the girl who is rubbing the dead skin off his feet with a salt scrub about his husband, ISN’T HE BEAUTIFUL, he says pulling up a picture on his phone, and the girl is like, that guy is literally sitting right next to you.

I am sobbing. It didn’t really hit me until I sat down and actually thought about it. My heart is so fucking broken and there are no words that anyone could ever say to make this better.

So many people were there. It was probably the best night of so many peoples lives. You don’t go to a concert and expect this shit. You leave feeling happy that you just saw one of you idols, and spent hours in an arena with so many people who had the same love and respect for this person. You don’t expect it to end this way. People didn’t wake up this morning thinking this was going to happen. They were just excited to be seeing Ariana.

And how does Ariana feel?! Spending so many people’s LAST HOURS with them, not knowing that it’s their last hours. She must know it isn’t her fault, but oh my god there must be a sense of guilt there somewhere– which breaks my heart for her because this is in no way her fault.

If any of you that are reading this were there, or knew someone who was there, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, so fucking sorry and there are no words to make any of this hurt less. If you were there, I want you to know that whatever it is you’re feeling, you have EVERY right. Anything you’re feeling is valid. Things are never going to be the same. And I’m always going to be here if you need to say anything.

I love you all. Keep your heads up. Be strong. Love one another. My heart is aching for you. The world is aching for you. But we’ll make it though, stronger than ever. Just like we always do.

Steve’s Girl

Originally posted by mostlycap

Pairing: Nat x Clint, Steve x Reader, Tony
Word count: 1,326
Warnings: Couple swears
Request: @trinityjadec Ahh yay!! Okay this might be super super cliche actually now that I think about it. But could you do a Steve x plus sized reader? Where the reader likes him, but doesn’t think she’s good enough for him so she stays quiet about her feelings but then he maybe overhears her talking to Natasha and then a whole bunch of fluff ensues?

Your cousin, and best friend, was the Natasha Romanoff. You were as close as sisters, as she came to live with you when her parents were killed. When puberty hit, it graced her. To say you were a bit envious was an understatement. You, on the other hand, weren’t dealt those cards. The universe looked at you, and decided to make you the plus sized girl.

While you did try to be healthy, you weren’t beating yourself up over your size. Unless it came to guys. Well. A certain guy.

Nat was dating a guy named Clint. They were seniors, while you had graduated the year before. They hung out with a few college kids- Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Bruce Banner. You attended the same college as them, so you saw them frequently. It was still a mystery why Tony wasn’t going to some flashy college. His father could afford the best.

Being early September, it still got extremely hot. So, your pool was still in use. Heading down in your suit, you paused when you heard Tony’s voice. Of course it was his you heard. “Come on guys!” He half whined, making you shake your head. You really didn’t want to know what they were denying him at this point. It was safer that way.

Deciding to hide out in the kitchen for a bit, you grabbed a soda and made yourself a small snack. Steve would be out there. It wasn’t even that he was gorgeous, or looked like a male model no matter what he was doing. That was a bonus. He was actually a sweet guy. He’d never put you down, and spoke to you just like everyone else. He was funny, and caring, too.

They’d all been friends since middle school, so he’d been around a lot. Didn’t help your crush, either. Hearing the sliding door, you glanced over to see Nat coming in. She didn’t bother to shut the door all the way when she saw you. “Having fun, Nat?” You asked, popping a small cube of cheese in your mouth.

She grinned. “I am. You would be, too, if you’d stop hiding in here.” Nat crossed her arms over her chest, giving you a knowing look. You hated when she did that. “Come on. Come join the fun.” She motioned for you to follow.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes and sipped your soda. “I’ll be out there eventually.” You told her, playing with the tab on your soda.

She hopped up on the counter, crossing her ankles. “Spill.” She told you. “Don’t make me get it out of you. I will.” Her eyebrows went up, daring you to test her. “Like that time in fifth grade I had to make Johnny tell me who took my favorite pen.” She said it so seriously that it made you chuckle. “Come on. Tell meeeeee.”

You let your head fall back with a groan before looking at her and reply. “I like Steve, okay?” You shrugged.

Much to your surprise, she clapped. “Yay. You two would be so cute together.” You gave her a funny look. Nat was not that type of girl. She was smart, and athletic. She was loyal, and trustworthy. But getting excited over feelings? That was not. “Come on, work what Aunt Y/M/N gave you!” She laughed.

No, Nat.” You shook your head. “I’m not good enough for him.” You sighed, setting your soda down. “Just forget I said anything.” You mumbled before heading to the living room. Sitting on the couch, you hoped that she would just go back outside, and have fun.

After a few minutes, she came in and sat sideways on the chair. “That’s bullshit.” She told you, back to her serious self. “You have no idea how cool you are. I mean, I hang out with you. That’s gotta count for something.”

You chuckled lightly. “We live together…”

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yoursummerfrost  asked:

Kiss prompt: 5 for Nursey/Jack?

Kiss Prompts 

Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

Kinda a preview for my big bang fic: Now or Never

They’re in Jack’s bed. That’s where Derek finds himself more often than not nowadays. It’s not like he doesn’t have his own dorm or that this is the only room in the Haus where he’s welcomed. But Jack let him in, they were negotiating boundaries as they went. Jack hadn’t told him to stop coming by, and Derek wasn’t planning on it. It’s eight in the morning, Nursey can tell by the way Jack’s phone squeals obnoxiously. He groans, reaching out for it on Jack’s desk.

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Don’t Say Her Name

gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns

Title: Don’t Say Her Name

Characters: Pride x Reader, LaSalle, Mayor Hamilton

Word Count: 869

Warnings: angst, mayor hamilass

A/N: I uh… I had to write this okay. I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

As Pride arrived at the crime scene he definitely wasn’t pleased to see mayor Hamilton.  With Percy in jail and Patton on the sidelines, he would hurt Hamilton given the chance.  The two men locked eyes for a few seconds.  Pride quickly looked away, knowing that was his only choice if he wanted to contain his frustrations.  However, Hamilton felt extra cocky today and wasn’t willing to walk away, not just yet.

“You know Dwayne, your team is looking a little sporadic,” Hamilton noted with a grin.  “How about we just call it a truce?”

Pride stopped in his tracks, looking over at LaSalle who returned his glare.  “How ‘bout you do your job, and ah’ll do mine,” Pride suggested, glancing over his shoulder.  “You should know the famous line ‘innocent until proven guilty’, right mayor?”

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banana-moon-moon  asked:

honestly, how do you come up with interesting/ dynamic poses? i try to follow several tutorials and all, but you manage to hit the nail everytime, tell me your secretssss (keep up the amazing work òwó)9☆)

Thank you so much! Glad you approve of my figure drawing, haha

Honestly though there isn’t like, a set way of going about it??? In my case I just go with the flow and erase a lot of duff versions before I settle on a pose I like; but some recommendations I can make from my own experience would probably have to be:

  • Being looser/sketchier with the roughs tends to help with keeping the ‘flow’ of a figure more natural
  • ^^on that note, if you feel like you’ve been stuck on one attempt for ages, open a new page or layer or paper and try to whip up a super loose rough version as quick as you can– a lot of the time i find those quickies look a bunch better than the versions I’ve gotten hett up on
  • Curves! bodies aren’t made of straight lines and all the parts tend to flow into eachother rather than clicking into place stiffly
  • Good tunes! rocking out to dynamic songs or tunes that get u pumped tends to help some, lol

wow this ended up longer than i thought it would– hopefully it’s at least a lil’ helpful tho, lol– cheers again! :D