punched right in the heart

anonymous asked:

oh gosh PLEASE expand the accidental marriage AU PLEASE. it's so good PLS

they say that rao created the suns and stars and planets to keep him company, that he loved his creations for their beauty and order so much that he made krypton, and its people, to delight in it with him. they said—they said—he was so pleased with his children that he gave to them everything he had: wisdom, and passion, and strength, and intelligence, and within all of these gifts, his love.

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I say to myself sometimes, Deels, you know who you are, even if nobody else does. That doesn’t matter. It’s probably just as well.
But someone knew who I was once. But it’s as if she’s vanished. And because I can’t reach her, I’ve just disappeared.
—  This punched me right in the heart. It describes loneliness so well. It’s not about being alone. Delia is surrounded by friends. But she doesn’t have anyone that really understands her. It’s heartbreaking. 

additionally to the missing game hugs that I compensate with my fa’s, I also had the sudden urge to do some sorta self made kiss meme. Noctis is giving out some deserved love to his bros :)    (also, I know Prompto is handled as cinnamon role, but srsly, why?? to me he’s forever my sweet chocobo-butt :’D)

Bonus- Regis n kid!Noct cause they always punch me right in the heart with their interactions (peeps who know me know that dad’s are my ultimate weakness)

kiarcheo  asked:

Please tell me you're writing the accidental marriage fic as a 'proper' fic. Like I rambled in tags I need to know everything! What are the seven steps exactly? How did they fulfill them? How is Kara going to tell Lena? How will Lena react? What do they do????? Please, I need it!!

yknow what i live for validation & encouragement so im gonna post a bit of it for yall tonight ok

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Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 11]

Moodboard by my babe @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Chapter 11 of Too Right To Be Wrong

Prologue  Prologue 2  Prologue 3  Prologue 4  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10

Series Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst

Mark grabbed your hand and smiled at you, before reaching for the doorknob.

“Everything is gonna be okay. We’ve got this,” he whispered, pushing the door open.

Your stomach dropped as all the eyes in the room turned and looked at the two of you.

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Roxas Appreciation Week

Day I favourite scene [3 / 3]

“I don’t know if I really have one. But…there’s a place I’d like to be.”

fo4 companions react gothic

cait: she punches you right in the boob and you don’t know why. something in your heart calls for the quiet childhood you always wanted, the stirring of the wind through leafless trees. another boob punch. you ponder the migration of accents from the uk over to america in the middle of the apocalypse, and voice your thoughts. she punches you in the boob again for good measure.
codsworth: “of course, sir/mum!” he says brightly. your mind takes you back to fallout: new vegas, and also fallout 3, and every mister gutsy you’ve ever met. are they all the same? what makes this one special? are we any unique, or just an endless row of mister gutsys?
curie: she’s in a maid outfit. you don’t remember a maid outfit in your travels, or how she could have possibly gotten her hands on one. a crepe lays in your hands, and you know she proclaimed seconds earlier that it was scientific, for a variety of reasons that you did not comprehend. she smiles, sweetly, and you feel like something is misaligned in your core.
danse: his cheekbones gleam in the sunshine, and so does gun and so does his power armor. his hair also gleams in the sunshine. hair gel doesn’t exist anymore, you’re pretty sure. his smile gleams in the sunshine. you’ve never been in love, but you’re sure it feels exactly like the fleeting gleam of danse’s smile. were there ever any other companions? you squint and come to your senses, realizing it’s just grease and sweat.
deacon: sure thing, he says to you in his wastelander incognito. you don’t remember what you had asked him, and you’re not sure if you’re unnerved that he responded so enthusiastically. you blink. he is naked, except for his shades. he is smiling. sure thing.
dogmeat: woof
hancock: “you’re the most special thing in my life,” says a rough voice somewhere from behind a door. you’re searching the goodneighbor statehouse endlessly, but door upon opened door just empties thousands of mentats onto you. “let’s get this freakshow on the road,” you hear as another avalanche cascades down. deacon’s outfit coordinates, and you marvel at his being able to make a mentat disguise.
maccready: he cannot react. he has been stifling tears, because all he has been able to recall for years is the cave echo of little lamplight. two lucys swim in his tear-stained vision. you don’t think you’re getting maccready back.
nick: he lights a cigarette, calling you “doll” fondly. you can distantly hear something about a place called the riverwood trader, and as you are about to ask, he lights another cigarette, something new in his bright yellow eyes. he is so, so fond of you, and you smash your ps4 in frustration that todd took away mods.
piper: blue her house, and a blue little window, and a blue printing press, and everything is blue for her. blue is the only world she has ever known, and yet she communicates approval, disgust, joy, and apathy in one monosyllable. blue.
preston: you must be thinking of someone else. there has never been anyone here named preston. you hear the distant cry of distressed settlers. “starlight drive-in is under attack”, your pip-boy says, but you don’t remember a starlight drive-in, let alone why you would be there. distant laughter reminds you of memories that are not there of strong arms and overlooked kindness. who is preston?
strong: he lifts you up in his arms to heights previously unknown by man. you see the world anew. he keeps lifting you, somehow. he is crying, but strong doesn’t cry, but you begin to see why as the commonwealth becomes clearer in view from a bird’s eye view. the cost of strength. the cost of human kindness.
x6: "yes, sir/ma’am,” he says. his face betrays no emotion. his shoulders and arms also betray no emotion, just like the rest of his body. everyone is pretty sure this is okay and normal, because coursers have no emotions, especially not x6, and has never been cause for alarm. his sunglasses glint, in an emotionless way. you feel joy being drained from your heart.
maxson: he has always been here. you’re not sure why. you don’t remember joining the brotherhood of steel, but he is with you, and his pockets are stuffed with condoms. deacon changes his outfit knowingly.

Teacher x Student Masterlist


Yes, Professor? - "Good morning! I’m Professor Viktor Nikiforov! I look forward to being with you all this semester.“Dammit! No one told me he had an accent too! And to think this was all started because I wanted some pudding!

Slavonic Studies -  Yuuri sleeps with a hot stranger the night before university begins but surprise, surprise.

I will break the ice of your heart - “Yuuri…” The teacher whispered near his ear.
Fuck… he’s…
“Y… Yes?” he stuttered.
Hot…Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer…

Black Ice -  Yuri is a freshman in college, trying to make ends meet by working part-time as a prostitute. Victor is a renowned author and professor who stumbles across one of Yuri’s essays. Inspired by Yuri, Victor travels across the world to find him. When they meet, stars collide and so do they.

Mystical Lessons - Another year, the same school. Yuuri Katsuki is the boy who causes trouble, the boy who has trouble following him no matter where he went. Yuuri Katsuki is… A wizard.A new teacher has joined the row, a new teacher younger than all, and his eyes were set on Yuuri as soon as he had looked out towards the students walking into the hall. Is it love? Is it just infatuation? Their love progresses, his teachings commences, and slowly… After private lessons… That’s when the trouble begins.

Location - Yuri attended a new school for about week now and everything is going well. His mom insist he should walk home for today since she wont be able too.Yuri makes it half way but it doesnt go all to well.

Hard Rain - My name is Yuuri Katsuki, I am 23 years old and I am in love with Victor Nikiforov. That’s the naked truth. To be honest, I don’t believe in destiny and I don’t think that faith exists, but when I saw him for the first time I knew, he is the one. It was not just a feeling, more like some punch right into my heart it just came without warning. It’s like I was blind all this time and now I can see fully HD. My heart jumps every time he smiles or just touches his lower lip with fingertip thinking about something. I stop breathing when I see him coming towards me. His voice is sweet and gentle, he never shouts, he is always kind and I have never seen him angry. When I think about love, Victor’s image comes to my mind as the definition. It’s the first time I am in love, maybe that’s the reason for everything. He is perfect and everything would be perfect… but there is one tiny problem.Victor doesn’t know that I exist.

To You, 2000 Years From Now - Katsuki Yuuri had been dreaming about the same mysterious man with silver hair for the past few years. He didn’t know the man, was sure that he never even met the man, yet the man always appeared in his dreams night after night. He knew it wasn’t exactly normal, and he had learned from past experience to not tell his weird dreams to just anyone. The dreams, had become the beginning of his anxiety problem.Viktor Nikiforov is a pureblood vampire who cannot die from old age. He was broken hearted once, and after that he went into hibernation for almost 2000 years, until one day, he woke up again in a new world where vampire was a mere myth. The one who woke him up, Chris, his best friend and almost sibling, told him that his lover had been reborn. Viktor, as the very definition of a romantic, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet his old lover and, if needed, court the love of his life again.So, meet Katsuki Yuuri the student, who are very overwhelmed and confused most of the time, when his hot new teacher, Viktor Nikiforov, flirted with him whenever he had the chance.Viktor was dead set on writing history on the most scandalous relationship between teacher and student, ever.

Viktor!!! on Yuuri -  Yuuri and Mr. Nikiforov get frisky in the school’s library.

Broken Rules -  Yuuri has some problems: he’s the new student in a big city school, he misses classes frequently because of his health, and, worst of all, he’s failing his history class.
Viktor has some problems as well: he’s bored with his life, he has no idea what to do as a first-time educator, and, worst of all, no matter what he does, a certain student continues to fail his class.
Falling in love is the unspoken rule that mustn’t be broken no matter what, but when the teacher and the student come together, it’s almost impossible not to.

Behind Locked Doors -  College student Yuuri Katsuki is in love with his professor, Viktor Nikiforov. A love he plans on keeping to himself, until one drunken mistake leads him to a world of pleasure.

The Inversed Butterfly -  Viktor and Yuuri. A teacher and a student. Obsession and Blackmail. A dysfunctional relationship and debauchery at its finest.

Taste of Secrets -  »He absolutely caught you dreaming again, Yuuri«, Phichit teased with a low voice, after the class finished a bit early.
Slowly he let his books slide into his bag and avoided eye contact to his best friend. Of course he knew of his crush on Victor but he never took it seriously. Phichit always told him, that he wasn’t alone with his crush and yes, he knew. Victor had all possibilities. Everyone would gladly accept this Alpha’s courting, but he was still single. Maybe he only didn’t meet the one he was meant to be with yet.

Teach Me to Love - Everyone’s had a hot teacher that they’ve crushed on.The less common situation is when your new teacher turns out to be your drunken summer fling.


Classical Yuri - Otabek Altin a world famous classic musicians. He’s played in some of the most prestigious places and yet he was still not satisfied.Yuri Plisetsky, an angry 15-year-old who only wants to take care of his grand-father, play music, and meet his idol. Although, he was stuck writing his music on napkins and playing on an old piano in his local café.What happens when Otabek walks into Yuri’s local café and here’s him playing? Will Otabek final find the thing that could satisfy him?


Location - Yuri attended a new school for about week now and everything is going well. His mom insist he should walk home for today since she wont be able too.Yuri makes it half way but it doesnt go all to well.

Just friends ~ Part eight

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A/N ~ Ok so y'all can thank @s-tttop for this early drop, I warned her not to torture me with all those Seunghyun pics but what did she do?! Anyway you better get the tissues ready, THIS IS NOT A HAPPY CHAPTER.

Theme ~ Best friends

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Rated ~ Angst/fluff

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You had been gone for a month and Seung hyun still hadn’t heard a word from you, after the first week of constant unanswered phone calls and texts he was met by a voice informing him that the number he had called was disconnected. The only thing he had left was your email, which didn’t seem to be bouncing back to him, leading him to believe that it was still in use. He had sent an email almost every day, trying to get you to talk to him but like the phone calls, they remained unanswered. He didn’t know what else to do, he had a feeling you had gone back home and even though he knew you lived in the capital city, he had no idea where exactly. He asked and successfully got it added to their world tour, he was desperate to at least try and find you, seeing as it would be the last chance he got in a very long time. His enlistment was just around the corner, looming over him like a guillotine, constantly reminding him of what little time he had left to try and fix things between you.

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A Modern Hero ( ii )

Chapter 2. Fight Me

Parts:  one | two | three 

Group: BTS


1k celebration: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Excerpt: You had been close today, almost able to avenge your father but as always you had been prevented and suddenly you felt that Haesik needed to face more embarrassment in your mind than just you destroying his statue.’ 

Genre: fluff, angst,  superhero au

Length: 1.1k

A/N: more hero jin because he’s sexy and hot as hell

“Why won’t you let me have one uninterrupted date night,” without bothering to reply to his statement about how self-centred he was thinking you committed crimes only to keep his attention on you, even if it was negative.

You decided to avoid contact with him, continuing to leap between buildings, your tails ruffling in the wind as you found yourself enjoying the chase, the rush of adrenaline that came from being so high up. However, you had become so consumed by the adrenaline, glancing over your shoulder only to be slammed into the wall by a large blast of fire.

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“No.” Oliver protests. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

You laugh and put your hands on his bare chest. “You won’t, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”



Practically squealing with excitement, you step across the mat from your boyfriend. Getting in the position Digg, taught you, you wait for him to throw the first punch.

Finally, he throws a half-hearted right hook at your stomach, which you evade easily, stepping around behind him. You throw a hit at the back of his neck, but he blocks, grabbing your arm in the process.

Thinking quickly, you flip over into a somersault, pulling him down as you stand up from the perfectly executed roll. You walk up to him and put your foot on his chest. “I win.”

He looks at you in shock as you walk away.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Dean looks up, glancing distractedly in Sam’s direction.  He shifts, trying to make himself more comfortable in their cramped hiding spot. “Hmm?”

Sam nods to Dean’s hands. “When you’re nervous or scared or whatever, you always play with that. It used to have grooves in it, right? I think you’ve rubbed it smooth.” He chuckles softly, despite their situation.

Dean stills and lifts his left hand, eyeing the silver band on his ring finger. He knows Sam’s right. Whenever they’re in trouble, and Cas isn’t around, he can’t help himself. It makes him feel closer. He used to have a hand print, but after all these years, that has long since faded. Now he has a ring. His wedding ring. And when he finds himself desperately needing his husband, he grips it like a comfort blanket. He closes his eyes. “Yeah,” he says quietly.  “I’m okay.  We just gotta figure this shit out.” He jerks his head to the side, indicating what’s on the other side of the wall Sam’s leaning against. 

Sam looks away, glancing over his shoulder to check out their surroundings. He heaves a breath and shuffles the shotgun in his hands. “Honestly, we could use his help right about now.”

Dean leans his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut. “Cas,” he whispers, his fingers gliding over the cool metal. Cas, baby, come on. We’re in a little trouble.  “We need you.”  I need you.

Behind them, through their heavy breaths and racing thoughts, they fail to hear the rustle of wings. A hand closes around Dean’s, and he opens his eyes to feel relief wash over him; to find himself staring up at that ocean of blue. “Cas,” he breathes. He allows himself a reprieve from the danger of their surroundings for just a brief moment to pull Cas into a kiss: it’s gentle and desperate. Conveying more than he can say in words: the gratitude, the relief, the love.

When Cas pulls back, he touches Dean’s cheek. “Are you hurt?” He glances at Sam. “Are either of you hurt?”

The boys shake their heads. “A few bumps and bruises. Nothing major. But we’re trapped,” Sam says.

Cas nods in understanding. “Hold on.” He settles a hand on both their shoulders, and they suddenly find themselves crowded against the trunk of the Impala.  

Sam takes a step back, but Dean grips Cas tight, pulls him closer.  “Thank you,” me murmurs, burying his face in the curve of Cas’s neck.  

“Of course, Dean.”  Cas wraps his arms around Dean and holds him tight.  “You know me.  I always come when you call.” 

Based on this beautiful text post from @collectionofdestiel​ .  The line about Dean praying to his husband to save him punched me right in the damn heart, so I wrote a little drabble.  Enjoy!