ready to greet the day

Excruciatingly Normal

I was running a 5e one-shot wherein the players were officers under an airship captain. During one engagement, the druid shifted into a small animal and hid in the captain’s bag, as circumstances limited the amount of people they could obviously bring with them to an encounter. They got into a fight, the druid shape-shifted without leaving the bag first, and the poor captain was then down one bag.

The airship was currently parked in an impoverished fishing village, so the druid didn’t have a lot of options.

Druid: I search the town for someone who can make me a new bag for the captain.

DM (me): Alright, roll investigation. (He rolls moderately well). You find an old woman sitting on a rocking chair, spinning yarn. She appears to be somewhat of a craftswoman.

Druid: I approach and say, “Hello, Hag! I require a bag”.

DM (me): Uh… do you say exactly that.

Druid: Yes.

DM (me): *Rolls an insight check for the woman to see how much she’s insulted, rolls low* Ok, she takes it as a light-hearted greeting and answers “Alright deary, I’ll have it ready in three days.”

Druid: “But I didn’t tell you…”

DM (me): “I’ll have it ready, don’t you worry.”

Party Cleric: That bag’s going to be soooo cursed.

Three days later

Druid: I go back in the morning for the bag

DM (me): Alright, you walk to her house and find her on her porch, knitting a sweater

Druid: “Hag! I have returned for the bag”

The rest of the party is between laughter and trepidation at what she gives him.

DM (me): The old woman goes back into her house, and returns with a normal leather bag. She holds it out to you.

Druid: Arcana check? 

He rolls well

DM (me): Inspecting the bag, you find out that it’s completely normal. Glaringly normal. Almost  excruciatingly normal, this leather bag.

The party then spends the next ten minutes freaking out over a completely mundane bag, before giving it to the captain. He wonders why they look so nervous after he takes it, but doesn’t bother to ask.  

anonymous asked:

Teenagers are the worst to try and wake up. I was wondering if you'd ever write a ficlet where Yuri stays the night at the Katsuki-Nikiforov household and the couple work together to try and get Yuri up and ready for the day. I'd like to see all of the insults the blond would throw as his two "parents" try to get him out of bed hahaha

It’s been almost a full 30 minutes since Yuuri came in here and, despite that Mari has always said he possesses the personality of a particularly adorable doormat, he’s just about at his wit’s end.

No one ever prepared him for anything like this. Mari would already be up and about by the time he woke up, helping to set up for the day, and Yuuri isn’t entirely sure that his parents actually sleep at all; Phichit would bounce out of bed at the slightest provocation, ready to greet the day by posting a “this is my brushing my teeth face” selfie; Victor rises from their sheets like a siren surfacing from the sea, all smiles and pillow creased cheeks, and kisses the sleep away from Yuuri’s lips with a rumpled grin. Even Makkachin doesn’t give him trouble when he nudges her awake for their morning walks.

Yuuri himself, even in the midst of his worst teenage attitude, had never been this bad. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that he’d probably have an easier time trying to wake the dead. Yuri Plisetsky has always been in a class of his own. 

“Yuri, please,” he tries, pulling with all of his not inconsiderable strength, but the cotton duvet burrito that has taken up residence in their guest room doesn’t budge. “The photographers said they were going to be at the rink at 8am sharp.”

“Get out,” the burrito snarls.

“Get up,” Yuuri pleads. “Lilia’s entirely filled up my voicemail. Yakov is threatening to come over himself and I’m not ready to deal with him so early in the morning. I need time to prepare, Yuri. You can’t expect me to survive his shouting before 7am. Is this really how you want me to die?” 

The burrito somehow curls into itself until it’s less of a burrito and more of a pill bug. “Fuck off, pig! Why would you schedule this stupid thing so early?”

You scheduled this stupid thing!” Yuuri puts his hands on his hips. “You said you’d be at your skinniest early in the morning.”

“I said no such thing!” The pill bug flat-out lies. “Now get out!”

“Why did you even come to stay with us if you weren’t going to keep your meeting? You live closer to the rink than we do.”

There’s no answer.

“Yuri.” Nothing. “Yuri.” Zip. “Don’t make me call Yuuko.” Zilch. “You little Russian punk, get out of bed this instant!

Nada.

“Fine. Have it your way. When Yakov and Lilia paint the rink with your blood because of this, I won’t shed a single tear.”

Yuuri stomps into the kitchen, hoping for a little bit of sympathy, but Victor is too busy watching something on his phone. A tinny rendition of In The Hall of the Mountain King pours from the palm of Victor’s hand; he’s studiously jotting down notes as the music picks up tempo. 

“He’s your son.” The only one who hears and soothes his pain is the box of  Пряники hiding in the back of a cabinet. “I’m not doing him any more favors until he checks that attitude.”

Victor nods absently and crosses something out on the pad of paper in front of him, scribbling above it. “Mm-hmm.”

Vitya.

Blinking, Victor snaps out of it and looks around. “Yuri’s not up?”

“Nope,” Yuuri says through a mouthful of delicious, sugary goodness. “And good luck trying to change that.”

With a scowl that even Yuuri’s own father would be envious of, Victor slides off the stool and walks over to the door that opens onto the balcony. He opens it and shouts, “Otabek, what a surprise! Come on in!” Then slams the door shut.

From deep within the condo comes the deep, bone-chilling howl of a creature roused from its slumber at the mere mention of its embarrassing crush, followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK TELL HIM NOT TO COME IN HERE I’M GETTING DRESSED!”

Yuuri stares into the hallway. “Seriously?

Victor beams and turns his attention back to his phone. “Oh, look. Our son is awake.”

“Coronation” Part Two

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, Rebecca is a sweetheart

Word Count: 1012

A/N: Here is part two! Both of my taglists are open! Please leave feedback, it is really appreciated, and thanks for 500 followers!

Coronation Masterlist 


“James Buchanan Barnes, what have I told you about bringing your whore to dinner.” Queen Barnes reprimanded.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide at her words. Rebecca’s smile grew wide.

“Mother, I’ve told you, she is my girlfriend. Her name is Natasha.” James spoke for the first time.

Y/N couldn’t believe what she had just heard. He had a girlfriend while he was engaged to a Queen.

“You must be the little queen I have been hearing about. Just so you know, I’m not scared of you. I have James, you don’t. I will always be his queen.” Natasha smirked at Y/N.

With a calm demeanor, Y/N rose from her chair, with her hands folded in front of her, to face Natasha.

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morning sunlight was filtering in through the open doors of the balcony, catching on the beautiful leaves of all of their plants and all shiny and golden and beautiful. magnus had been up for an hour, going through emails on his phone as he dressed and got himself ready for the day. the sun had greeted him bright and cheery, spilling in through the big windows and drenching the loft in pale orange and soft gold.

by now though, magnus’s emails were sorted and he was sat by himself on one of the couches, leaning against the cushions on the arm with a book cradled against his knee and a mug of tea in his other hand. the steam that wafted off of it kept catching in the bright shards of sunlight, catching on the rings that adorned magnus’s fingers, especially the gold one that sat on his left ring finger with two initials carved into the soft metal.

everything had been quiet for a while now as his eyes scanned the page. it was a book of spells he’d loaned from catarina, an old one worn at the edges, a mix of languages old and new. he was looking for a spell in particular, one he wanted to try and expand on, possibly alter entirely before his clients showed up for the day. but when he heard shifting sheets and a soft grunt in the other room he paused reading, glancing back over his shoulder towards the bedroom.

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I Need Your Love

A sequel to “Everyone Needs Some Love”. 
I’m in a fluffy Dark mood again. Sorry not sorry. It also went a bit off what the you requests. Again, sorry….but sorta not sorry :)

Fic Request: 
“ Can I get a seduction attempt from Dark that’s kinda a sequel to Everyone Needs Some Love?”

Originally posted by sassiestpeach

Four weeks. Four weeks of silence and peace. 
Ever since your encounter with Dark, Mark has become more cheerful. 
Every morning you were greeted with a smiling man, energized and ready for the day.
Where you were grumpy and tired, glaring at Mark as he raced around the house.
When you had asked him why the sudden mood-swing, Mark shrugged.
“It’s like a fog lifted from my head,” He told you. “I feel clearer, lighter. I don’t know what you did, but I haven’t heard or felt anything from him in a while.”
You don’t know why, but it troubled you Mark said this. You should feel happy that Dark had calmed, but for some reason, there was a nagging feeling at the back of your mind. Telling you Mark was a ticking time-bomb. 

One morning, while you were sipping on your morning beverage, Mark appeared looking pale and twitchy.
“Wow,” You said, grimacing at his expression. “For once I actually want to see you jumping around early in the morning. Are you ok?” 
Mark didn’t answer, he swayed slightly, gripping onto the kitchen bench and leaning against it. 
“I…I should apologize,” He said. 
“For what?” You asked, utterly confused.
His eyes turned upwards, chocolate brown laced with black. “I don’t think I can hold him back much longer.” 
You rushed to his side, taking his hand and cupping the side of his face. 
He felt hot, as if taken by some fever. 
“Mark, hey! Come on now, you’ve done so well.” You told him, gripping his hand tightly. “You can’t lose after all this time.” 
“He’s…stronger,” Mark grunted. “He’s been holding back. Deliberately staying away…” Mark winced. The coal black taking over his smooth brown eyes. “(Y/N) you need to go. He’ll be able to…stay in control for longer.” 
You shook your head, holding his head in your hands and forcing him to look at you. 
“Mark, hang in there!” You ordered. “Don’t go. Please, stay with me!”
He blinked and Dark sighed, lifting his hand to coil his fingers with yours. 
“It’s been a while, dear. Miss me?” 

You tried to move back, but Dark’s hand latched onto your waist, holding you close to him. 
“Easy now,” He said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 
You swallowed thickly, lowering your free hand on Dark’s face to his chest. 
“So, you’ve been gaining strength, huh?” You asked coldly. “I thought I had soothed you into a slumber or something.” 
Dark chuckled, moving your hand to his lips and lightly kissing the back of your palm.
“For a while you did,” He murmured into your skin. “But our little session was too short for my liking. So I stayed away, enough to attain some power over Mark. Now he’ll stay in his little corner till I say otherwise. ” 
Dark ran his lips over your hand, his eyes falling shut as he lightly pecked your fingers with kisses. 
You withdrew your hand, ignoring the small growl that ripped from his chest. 
“What do you want?” You asked. “Another cuddle?Sorry, but that was a one-time thing.”
Dark hummed quietly. His fingers kneading your waist as he bit his lip.
“I’m sure I can change your mind.”
You scoffed, “Dream on, big boy. I doubt it.”
Dark grinned. A wicked, sharp smile that caused goose-bumps to rise on your arms.
“Really? Because, I can be very persuasive.” Moving both hands over your hips, Dark moved closer, holding you still as he lowered his head so his lips brushed your ear.
“And, my dear, I’ve got all day to persuade you.” He whispered, his moving lips fluttering over your neck.
You shivered, your hands gripping his shirt as he trailed the tip of his nose against your skin. 
The scruff on his cheeks tickled as he nuzzled you. You whimpered softly as he drew you closer, he breath washing over you. 

It had felt like an eternity during his time in the void. 
He drank in your scent. The fragrance renewing his memories of your touch. 
He wanted it so badly. To feel you against him. To have your fingers trailing his body. 
But you were defiant. When his fingers lowered, you drew back, wincing as he tightened his grip. 
He had to tread carefully. He had injured you before, your trust in him was nothing but a sliver. 
If Dark wanted you, he would have to be patient. 

Dark’s hands rose up your back. Massaging the tender spots on your shoulders, pressing lightly on your spine as his mouth lingered on your throat. 
You felt him breathe under your hands. His chest rising and falling, quickening when you arched into him. 
That same rumble echoed out of him. Vibrating through him and into you.
You rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to enclose his arms around you. 
His heart-beat was steady, a deep throb under the trembling base of his growl.
It was…nice. Had Dark felt this way when you had touched him? 
His head dipped lower, his lips grazing over your shoulder. His voice low as he spoke.  “When we were on that couch, I was lost, I felt like I was floating away into nothing.” His fingers stroked your arms, circling your wrists and twisting with your hands. “I was in a hole. Something I will try not to fall into again, but, you were the rope that pulled me out.” 
You whimpered when Dark pressed a kiss on your shoulder.
“I thank you for that.” He said, “And I want to return what you did for me.” 
You lifted your head to meet his gaze. That same warmth from four weeks ago had returned, and a small smile stretched his lips. 
“Dark, I..I shouldn’t-”
“I don’t want you to do anything,” Dark said. “Just…stay still for me.” 
You nodded and Dark lowered his lips to yours. He paused for a moment. A hairs breadth away from meeting you. His eyes searched your own. 
Permission? Denial? Acceptance? 
He only saw curiosity, and with a gentle smile, he leaned into you. 
The kiss was slow, both of you uncertain. But Dark continued on, tasting you with as much patience as he could muster. 
I’ve hurt her. She won’t accept me. Not yet.
Your eyes closed and you felt one hand leave yours to cup your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair. 

Suddenly, Dark drew back with a quiet hiss. 
“Dammit,” He growled, holding his head. 
“Dark?” Your voice was distant. Like you were shouting from the end of a tunnel. 
Get back in your cage! Mark yelled. You don’t belong here!
Dark stumbled backwards. His back striking a wall as he fought with his body to stay in control. He felt you grip his hand, begging him to talk to you. He growled and Mark shoved her back. 
“Stay away,” Mark warned. But Dark snarled at him. 
“I’m not done with her,” He said through clenched teeth. 
“You are done.” Mark yelled. “I’m not letting you toy with her.” 
Dark looked up at you, eyes wide and confused. Conflicted. 
How should you help? Who should you help? 
Dark chuckled, “See, love. It didn’t take long, you’re almost on my side now.” 
Your eyes sharpened, anger flaring in those sparkling gems. 
“So that’s what this was about?” You asked, “You just wanted me to keep Mark back.” 
What? No? He hadn’t meant it that way!
Before he could mend what he did, Mark threw back his head, slamming his skull into the wall. 
Dark howled and Mark pulled him back. He fell into the abyss, your name flying from his lips. 


(Sorry if this went a bit off the fluff.)

Fixated

Request: “Babe I need a newt x reader based off “that my wife”, maybe him admiring her in the midst of a conversation or whatever? Idk whatever you come up with!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Most often, he awoke to the blissful sounds of your deep breathing, accompanied of course with subtle sounds of effort. He had come to expect the little squeaks, the huffs of exertion and the sound of annoyed tittering. Newt was not at all surprised to be welcomed to the sight of the Niffler fussing with the diamond on your finger, its tiny hands trying to pull the ring from you without waking you. At least the bugger was respectful enough to display some sort of manners – or maybe he was just a weathered thief who knew it was easier to keep his treasures if no one knew they were missing. But Newt would have always noticed whether you were wearing your ring or not, since you always seemed to twirl it as a habit; a fidget that he wished you would never overcome.

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Don’t Look at my Daughter That Way (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader & Steve Rogers x Reader)

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Pairing/Characters:Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 898

At 9:00, you strutted into the kitchen/dining area of Stark Tower, ready to greet the team. It was Valentine’s Day and you were sure that your dad would announce that he was throwing a massive party. He always did.

“Morning princess,” Tony said as you entered “Happy Valentine’s Day”.

“Morning Dad” you replied, giving your dad a hug.

You sat down at the table and started to drink your tea. It was English Rose, your favourite flavour, it reminded you of the carnivals and fairs Tony used to take you to when you were little. Tony tossed you a cinnamon bagel and took a seat next to you with his mug of creamy coffee.

Steve, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Nat paraded into the kitchen at that moment.

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY” they screamed.

Earth’s mightiest heroes proceeded by grabbing their various breakfast items and joined you and your dad at the table.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby girl” Steve whispered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Stevie” you replied, kissing him on the cheek.

Your dad cleared his throat. The team turned to face him as he began to speak “So tonight, I’m having a party and there’s a mini competition between some of my friends and me” he stated, eyeballing the Avengers “We are all betting on who’s outfit will be the most jaw dropping. There is a prize for the wearer of that outfit, but we haven’t decided what it is yet”.

You smirked. An idea just came into your head. Tony always had a competition at his parties, ranging from the scariest dressed to best dancer and the prizes were always good.

After some conversation and breakfast, the Avengers and you set off to get on with your day.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️

You returned to your room after you finished your workout. You had been running for 3 hours straight and you were exhausted. It was now 7 pm and you had an hour to get ready for your dad’s party.

You jumped into the shower and washed your hair and body. This took almost half of your time due to the thickness of your (H/C) hair. You also conditioned your hair so it would be silky and soft for the night ahead; you hated your hair when it was tangled and rock hard. This was followed by you using your hairdryer to dry your hair.

20 minutes left.

After surveying your wardrobe for a moment, you found the dress you were looking for. It was a dazzling red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high split. A replica of this dress was worn to the Unknown Girl Premiere and you simply adored it, so you went to a private designer to get a copy of it made for you. Before today, you were too nervous to wear it anywhere and you never had the chance. You quickly slipped into the dress and proceeded to do your makeup.

Using your favourite brand of makeup, you primed your face and eyes and applied a light coat of foundation and concealer. This was followed by a blend of bronze and smoky-coloured eyeshadows. You finished off your makeup by applying light pink lip gloss to your lips and black mascara to your eyelashes.

5 minutes left.

Before leaving your room, you swept your hair into an up do and put on your black high heels. You finished off your outfit with diamond earrings, a diamond necklace, and a diamond ring.

“Yay,” you whispered to yourself, after realising you were on time.

You stepped into the elevator and made your way to the party.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️

When you stepped out of the elevator, all the Avengers were there. Natasha and Wanda already knew about the dress so they just smirked and laughed at the boys’ reactions.

The funniest reaction was Tony’s, his mouth was wide open in shock and disbelief. The others also had their mouths wide open, as if they were eating an invisible sandwich but you still found your dad’s reaction hilarious. Tony soon snapped out of the trance and glared angrily at the other Avengers (not including Nat and Wanda).

“You look great (Y/N)” Clint teased, interested to see your dad’s response.

“Don’t look at my daughter that way” he growled.

“Noted” Sam responded.

Apparently, Tony wasn’t pleased with the responses he received and anger was boiling inside of him.

“Run for it” Bucky screamed with panic in his voice.

Your dad set off, chasing the team around the tower. They were soon out of your eye line. Your dad could run quite fast, he could outrun almost everyone, excluding Steve. You were left with Nat, Wanda, and Steve.

You went to stand next to Steve. His cheeks had turned strawberry pink and he was looking down at the floor.

“Well I must say you haven’t left very much to the imagination” he mumbled shyly.

Nat, Wanda and you broke out into fits of laughter. You were practically crying when you replied: “let’s go find the remains of the rest of the team”.

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 14

Summary: It’s been a rough week since Jensen confessed what happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Hella Angst. Like… So much crying.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: This is the first chapter that’ll focus on the aftermath.

Title: Broken

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Day 01

Tonight wouldn’t be the last night you would fell asleep covered in your own tears. The first couple hours were a torment. Jensen’s words constantly echoing inside your mind, no matter how much you squeezed your eyes shut, they were still there like ghosts. You grunted staring at the ceiling, everything in this room reminded you of him. The pictures in the walls, his smell imprinted on the sheets, it was unbearable.

The morning after Genevieve found you sleeping  in JJ’s nursery floor.

“Y/N?” Gen softly woke you up.

Your eyelids have never felt so heavy. They were swollen and your eyes red from the intense and non stop crying. Your body felt weak and heavy at the same time. Genevieve helped to get you off the floor. A small and weak smile formed in your lips when you saw JJ’s sleeping peacefully in her crib. You wanted to be that peaceful and oblivious.

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Lingerie

Title: Lingerie

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Request: Hey 😊 Could I request one with Lance Tucker where the reader and him are in a relationship and he is away on a competition for a while and then he comes back earlier and surprises the reader with a gift, like new sexy lingerie he bought or Idk? 😏😊

A/n: I need opinion on this one, my first Lance Tucker smut, I don’t know if I’ll write another one? Another important thing is after this fic, i will not be writing for a while, maybe a week or a bit more, so as to take care of some personal family issues. Thank you for understanding

Warnings: NSFW, explicit Smut

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms


Originally posted by maxinegunter

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You groaned, watching as the latest Jessica Jones episode rolled it’s credits. You pulled off your earphones, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eight at night, and it was only Tuesday. It was another damn week before your Olympian boyfriend’s competition ended. You cried out in frustration as it was another week without Lance or the mind blowing orgasms he was always sure to give you.

And that was when you heard it, the familiar sound of the door clicking open. You frowned, it couldn’t possibly be Lance, he told you last night over Skype that he still has another week to go before coming home. Could it be Hope? You remembered her visiting just a few days back. “Stupid fucking competition” you cursed, getting up from the bed and heading towards the hall, ready to greet Hope and another unproductive day of milkshakes and girl talk.

“Don’t you look sexy” you glanced up, squealing with joy and excitement as Lance stood at the door, his brown duffle bag in hand, and that smug smirk you had grown to love together with that man. “But you said another week, you fucking liar” you joked, pushing him as your boyfriend slid his hand down to your bare ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“In my defence, I missed you” he replied, and picked up his duffle bag. “You just missed fucking me Tucker” you added, watching as he grinned, realizing where you were bringing this conversation to. “You missed my cock Angel?” He growled, licking his lips as you slid your hand down his chest, palming his half hard cock through his pants. “I want your cock Lance, please, I need it” you moaned, feeling him harden.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if anyone has asked this yet, but how would the members of the RFA [+ V and Saeran?] react to the male!MC trying to off himself or, at the very least, purposely inflicting pain on himself? Apologizes if this is way too sensitive to be talked about on here; I've just been daydreaming a bit and was curious about how you'd interpret their reactions.

Hey anon! By “off himself” I’m assuming you mean suicide? This is, of course, a very sensitive topic. I have an urge to make it though, I have a feeling it will be comforting to a lot of people since it shows how much the RFA cares about you (the MC!). I hope you enjoy. This will include suicide themes. Please refrain from reading if it is uncomfortable for you. If you or someone else needs help, please call this number:  1-800-273-8255 . Thank you!


Yoosung:
♥ He would be coming home one day from school, ready for your happy greeting and your cuddles, but he comes home to something different.
♥ When you’re not there at the door to kiss him hello, he gets concerned, but he knows you must be here. Maybe it’s a game of hide and seek? He smiles and starts to look for you.
♥ “Honey? Where are you? I’ll be sure to find you!”
♥ When he hears your muffled sobs as he approaches the closed bathroom door, his heart drops. He tries to open the door but to no avail, it’s locked. He starts to cry and smash on the door. He’s screaming at you to open the door.
♥ “Open the door, my love! What’s wrong?!”
♥ When you finally unlock the door, Yoosung bursts in. He nearly vomits when he sees a half empty bottle of pills in your hand. He is sobbing and runs to grab you. He looks in your eyes to see that they’re still vibrant and clear. You’re still here.
♥ He holds you and tells you he loves you, that you’re his blessing, and that you’re the reason why he strives to get through college. He can’t breathe when he calls the hospital. His throat is burning from all the screaming.
♥ During your recovery in the hospital, Yoosung visits every single day and brings you a teddy bear and flower. He’s constantly expressing his appreciation for you from now on. He cannot lose you.

Zen:
♦ Zen would get home from practice earlier than usual one day and he’s so excited about it! He gets to gain your affection and compliments one hour earlier than usual!!
♦ He runs indoors and calls for you in a sing-song voice. He looks around for you and when he can’t find you anywhere, he gets a little spooked. Where are you?
♦ “Chagiyaaaa~ Where are you?”
♦ Then, he finally hears some sound to indicate that you’re here. The bath water is running. Why are you taking a bath this early in the day? Maybe you want him to join you? ;)
♦ He opens the bathroom door which is unlocked to his surprise. His cheeky smile soon turns to a face of sheer terror as he sees the bathwater run red.
“Zen?! You’re here much earlier than I thought you’d be, what are you doing here?!”
  “I came home early. What are you doing to yourself?”

♦ Small incisions are spread across your arms that are oozing red fluid. Zen grabs your arms and washes the blood off. He grabs the razor in your hand and flushes it down the toilet. He doesn’t care how much you’re screaming for him to not discard the razor, he does it anyway cause he cares for you that much.
♦ After he bandages your wounds, he calls for a therapist/doctor to help you furthermore. During your recovery, Zen kisses each and every scar on your body. He loves you so much and he tells you that every single day.

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Sundae Evening

SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t finished the game.

Summary:  Birthday Drabble, Saeran-centric.  Damaged cutie looks back on his lowkey birthday.  In my Ideal World, post Secret Endings, established relationship.

Pairing:  Saeran X MC

Rating: G

Genre:  Slice of life/Fluff

Approx. 1500 words

Protip:  I am sleep-deprived and did not edit this.


Saeran did it.

He had managed to dodge his brother for almost the entire day.

It was almost midnight when Saeran decided it was safe to return home.  Sneaking around back and deactivating various alarms before he tripped them off, the former cult member cautiously approached the back wall where the window to his bedroom was.  It was another couple stories up, but Saeran was no stranger to climbing walls without equipment.  The doorway and lower windows, not to mention a couple handholds he had strategically carved between bricks for prior shenanigans, worked as well for him as any ladder might.

As he moved a garbage bin as silently as he could to use as an extra boost up, he thought back on the day.

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My Soulmate Has to be an Asshole

Doyoung X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Soulmate AU in which when one soulmate dyes their hair, it changes the color of the other soulmate’s hair.


            To say you were upset when you woke up would be an understatement. When you went to bed the night before, you expected to get up the next morning with the same color hair as when you fell asleep, but no, apparently that was too much to ask for. Because when you walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day and looked in the mirror, you were greeted with purple hair. Purple hair! Your eye twitched just a bit as you realized your soulmate had dyed their hair yet again. The first few years of your life had been fine; you’d lived on with your natural hair color, but then someone must have changed within your soulmate because suddenly you woke up with your hair a shade of brown that you’d never had before. That was fine, though, at least it was a nice, natural color that wouldn’t get you in too much trouble with any school officials or, you know, your parents, but then sometime last year you woke up with—surprise!—orange hair. And that’s when you started resenting your soulmate. Just a bit. You’d had to go to class with orange hair, and, just your luck, was served detention for dyeing your hair such an outlandish color. Even with the explanation that it wasn’t your fault, you had to sit there in silence for an entire week. You weren’t really looking forward to explaining the new change to your boss later today or your friends, for that matter. Their soulmates didn’t dye their hair bright colors!

            So, with one last silent curse at your soulmate, you got ready and stuffed your hair into a hat before leaving your apartment to get to the class you had that morning. You spent the entire journey planning on how to avoid your friends until you could pick up a box of black hair dye from the convenience store. You figured that someone so obsessed with bright colors would be pissed at suddenly having black hair, and honestly all you wanted right now was some revenge. You’d heard stories of some people dyeing their hair rainbow in retaliation, but you assumed your soulmate would actually appreciate that. So, no, they would be waking up to a head of natural—and boring in their opinion probably—black hair. And when you finally met them, they better square up because you were not going to be happy. Not after all they put you. You were still a bit bitter about the whole detention situation. That had been the one disciplinary action on your entire record! You wouldn’t let that stand, even if you met your soulmate twenty years from now. You were known to hold a grudge, and a grudge you would hold.

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Requested by Anon: Hii may i request a fic from the drabble 4+5 (from the drabble challenge thing) where buckys daughter gets bullied at school? thank you love!

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Prompts: “Who gave you that black eye?” & “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

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Warnings: softcore swearing, mentions of violence

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for Anon!

(Y/D/N= Your Daughter’s Name)



You carefully remove the hot tray from the oven and place it on the countertop, basking in the smell of the lasagna you had made for Bucky and your daughter. You had gotten a half day from work, and decided to prepare a meal for your family.

Looking at the stove clock, you realize Bucky should be coming home soon any minute. As you turn off the oven and leave the lasagna to cool, the subtle sound of the front door being unlocked captures your attention. Speak of the devil… 

“Hey doll? I’m home!” He announces, locking the door behind him as he immediately perks up at the smell of your cooking. You stride over to him and pull him into a kiss, grinning when he lifts you by your waist, so you take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his hips. 

Even though the two of you had a daughter in high school, he made you feel like a giddy twenty-year-old just by smiling at you. You unwrap yourself from his body, standing and pecking him on the cheek. “Welcome home love.” He returns your joy, absentmindedly holding your hand as you walk to the kitchen, checking on the food.

“You made lasagna? Oh god I love you so much…” Bucky wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your head. You smile, knowing it’s your daughter’s favourite too. “I got home early, so I decided to make you and Y/D/N’s favourite.” Without warning Bucky spins your around, loosely letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

“What did I do to deserve this?” He shakes his head, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. You tilt your head up for a kiss, but you’re interrupted by the familiar sound of the unlocking entrance. Bucky turns, getting ready to greet his daughter after a long day of school.

Usually, Y/D/N’s a confident, independent person. You and Bucky raised her to be that way, and couldn’t be happier with the results. She normally comes and kisses you both on the cheek, before heading up to her room, dropping off her things, and coming back downstairs to eat with her family. 

Y/D/N doesn’t say a thing and instead thunders up the stairs, before the slam of her door is heard throughout the house. You sigh, turning to look at Bucky with a shrug of your shoulders. “Can you go check on her? I want you to learn how to deal with teenager stuff too, y'know." 

Bucky chuckles and nods at you, leaning down to kiss you one more time before turning and walking away, shaking his head humorously at the sound of your playful wolf whistles. He jogs up the stairs, turning and walking down the hall to his daughter’s room. 

He knocks hesitantly on the door, only to be met by a weak voice. "Go away!” His heart breaks at the cracked noise, suddenly turning angry at whoever made her feel that way. He needed to know, and intended to find out. Knocking again, he stays patient, knowing it’s what you would do.

“Y/D/N? Can I come in?” Respecting privacy was one of the most important things in your household, so you and Bucky vowed to never be those sneaky parents that went behind their kids’ backs. After a few moments of silence, the soft sound of a knob being turned fills Bucky’s ears, and he’s met by a sight that shatters his heart and shocks him completely.

“What is it, dad?” He can’t help the small gasp that escapes his mouth, and the concern immediately changes to rage. “What the hell? Who gave you that black eye?” He points at the bruising skin surrounding his daughter’s eye, feeling his fist clench in anger. 

“I-It’s nothing dad, just leave it alone.” Y/D/N mumbles under her breath, turning to head back into her room even though she knows that her father won’t budge. “Y/D/N please! I’m worried about you,” He steps into the open doorway, moving to sit next to his daughter on her bed. 

“Talk to me.” He speaks, his eyebrows arching and his lips pulling down in a slight frown. Her lip quivers and she breaks into sobs, hiding her face in her hands. “It’s this- it was this guy from school! He kept bothering me and when I said to stop, h- he hit me in the face! Who does that?" 

Y/D/N keeps her face in her hands as she leans into her father’s open arms, while Bucky kisses her forehead and rubs soothing circles on her back. It may not have seemed like it, but he was furious. His current choice words weren’t the most appropriate for his daughter to hear, so he keeps them to himself.

Instead, Bucky decides to keep his calm tone, not want to further upset his daughter. "I know honey, boys are stupid.” He chuckles, grinning when he hears Y/D/N momentarily cease her crying to spit out a small laugh. She breaks away from her crying and sits up, wiping her tears as she avoids touching her swollen eye.

“What should I do dad?” This is when she needs her father’s help, the kind of thing you want Bucky to learn to do. What would Y/N do? He asks himself, coming up with an answer a few seconds later. “Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay?” Bucky wipes his daughter’s tears, placing a hand on her shoulder, gaining her full attention.

“First, we’re gonna get you some ice for that eye, alright hon?” She nods, sniffling as she awaits more of his instructions. “Then, we’re gonna go downstairs and you’ll tell your mother what happened,” He pulls Y/D/N into a hug, feeling proud of himself as he gets her to smile.

“And then, mom will help you brush up on your fight moves, okay? The next time anyone touches you, you’re going to burry ‘em six feet under, alright?” Bucky grins upon seeing his daughter laugh, moving in to kiss her on the forehead, ruffling her hair. 

“Now come on,” He nods toward the door, standing up and offering his daughter a hand. “Mom made lasagna, and the food’s gettin’ cold.” Y/D/N immediately perks up at the sound of that, moving ahead of Bucky and thundering down the stairs.

He’s soon to follow behind her, catching your wrist as you leave the bathroom, moving to go into the kitchen. Bucky gains your attention as you turn back to face him. “Now I should warn you, something went down at the school and Y/D/N’s got a bit of a shiner. I told her to tell you at dinner, so don’t get to worried, I don’t to upset her." 

You feel pride flooding you, pecking Bucky on the lips as you caress his cheek, rubbing your nose against his. "James Buchanan Barnes, you’re the most wonderful man I know.” He kisses you back, moving to grab your waist when you hear a voice calling you from the kitchen.

“Come on guys! It’s lasagna!” You chuckle, pressing your head against Bucky’s chest as he mimics you, the both of you breaking away to walk to dinner. You try to prepare yourself, knowing it’ll be harder to keep your emotions in check once you see your own child injured. You remind yourself not to mess things up, understanding that Y/D/N will be even more stressed if you project your concern.

You bite down a gasp when you walk into the kitchen, kissing your daughter on the forehead and helping her reposition the icepack that rests on right eye. Your concern grows as you think of the possible things that could’ve caused her injury, masking your worry with a smile as you grab a plate, Bucky and Y/D/N soon following suit.

Once the three of you are seated, you begin to lightly converse, the three of you talking about your day as you ignore the elephant in the room. Y/D/N begins showing signs of anxiousness, pushing the uneaten food around her plate as she makes eye contact with Bucky, swallowing nervously. He nods reassuringly, only to be met by the barely noticeable shaking of his daughter’s head.

You decide to give a little nudge, thinking it’ll help to get the ball rolling. “Y/D/N,” you softly call out, catching her attention as her gaze snaps up to yours, the worry filling her face again. “You and I both know you love lasagna as much as your father. You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?

She looks at Bucky again, who repeats his quiet nod of support. Taking a deep breath, Y/D/N exhales shakily and bites her lip in anxiousness as she speaks. "This guy at school was bugging me, and I told him to stop, I was getting really bothered. When I finally told him no, to leave me the hell alone, he got embarrassed in front of his friends and punched me…”

She gestures to the injury by slightly moving the icepack, looking at you to study your reaction. Your response is to get enraged, yet Bucky’s reassuring hand squeeze under the table manages to keep you calm. “What’d you do in response?” You ask, marvelling at your own tranquil state.

Your daughter places down her fork and looks down at her lap in shame, a small blush colouring her cheeks. “I… I froze… I wasn’t expecting it and by the time I could actually do anything he’d already left.” You furrow your eyebrows, quirking your lip as you gently call out her name. 

When she uneasily looks back up at you, you begin speaking, keeping a relaxed tone all throughout the conversation. “Y/D/N, that’s a completely normal reaction. It’s all part of your Fight/Flight/Freeze response, everyone’s different. If you want, I can help train you to fight instead, and you can kick ass, that sound good?" 

Relief fills her face as she lets out a sigh, smiling at you in gratuity. "I love you guys.” Bucky grins at his two favourite women, kissing you on the cheek despite Y/D/N’s playful protest and tightly holding your hand. 

“We love you too.”


A/N: What’d you guys think? Would anyone like to be added to the Bucky tag list? (for those of you curious about Underwear, i’ve got plans for the next chapter, and before i post that i’ll write the loki request <3)

Tags: (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!) @cutie1365 

Marked

Jack Maynard x Reader #2

Warnings: insinuations of death 

Word Count: 1342 

Note: i looooveeee this AU. who am i kidding i love all the AUs for this month ~K

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#4 for AU April: Tally Mark 

where every time you fall in love you get a red tally mark on your lower forearm, and it turns black if the love is requited. But if your lover dies then the tally becomes a scar.

(gif creds to @conormaynardaf )

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Unlike most people, you weren’t proud of your mark. The majority of people flaunted the number of loves in their lives and the amount of marks they’ve amassed, but not you. You constantly wore long sleeves to hide that permanent thin white line on your lower forearm, nearly tucked into the crease of your elbow; the one you could hardly bear to look at without too many now painful memories being dredged up from the corners of your mind. If you were honest, you weren’t 100% sure why you kept it hidden to the public, but to you, something so personal never felt like it had to be shared with the world. You envied your parents and the love they had. Each only had a single mark on their arm, and that was not going to change anytime soon by the looks of things.

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Fic: Big days and fragile nerves

It’s the day that Alec is supposed to become the official Head of the Institute and he is a tiny bit nervous.


“Nervous?”, Magnus said softly.
Alec let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “You have no idea.”
Magnus sighed. “Oh, Alexander. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, sure”, Alec scoffed, running one of his arms up Magnus’s side and cupping his cheek with his hand, “only every single shadowhunter in New York waiting for me to screw up.”


Word Count: 3,788 | Read it on AO3

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His Specialty is Pancakes

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC. After the After Story.

Pairing:  Saeyoung x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1400

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Saeyoung’s toy company was off to a good start.  He had a small shop in town for his actual merchandise, and a small team that he paid to help him assemble his toys.  But he didn’t trust anyone else with the books for his business, so he ended up doing all that paperwork himself, along with actual toy invention and engineering.

He was a busy man.  But that was where he thrived!  He might complain about it, but you knew how happy Saeyoung was when he had a lot of different projects to work on at once.  He didn’t love the paperwork part, but if he wasn’t going to get an accountant, he didn’t have much of a choice.

The only problem was that it made his work hours really irregular.  He almost never went to bed the same time you did.  …Or, he’d go to bed with you, but he wouldn’t sleep. Sometimes, he would fall asleep beside you, but more often than not, you felt him get out of bed when he thought you were asleep. Straight to his computer he would go, either on the floor beside your bed on a laptop, or in his office where his big, heavy-duty desktop was.  His years of weird hours with the agency had definitely left an impression.

Last night had been no different.  After a satisfying round of intimacy (or two…), when Saeyoung felt you slip in to dreamland, he had tucked the sheets around you comfortably, and tiptoed out of the bedroom to get a little more work done.  He typed away on his keyboard, simultaneously designing a whale toy that could play music even underwater, balancing the day’s profits and expenses, putting in a supply order, and working on a plan for a program that could let you play a long-distance laser-pointer game with your cat at home while you were away, via CCTV.  There was also a blueprint to Jumin’s home with security guard routes and schedules open, as well as Elly’s cat tree clearly marked, but that was unrelated.

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The Perfect Cup

Prompt:  Coffee Shop

Summary: When Ichigo starts working at Urahara’s coffee shop, things don’t go as planned with crazy customers, his weird boss, and his bitchy manager. On second thought, maybe his manager isn’t so bad.

You can also read it here.

“You must get a job, son!” Kurosaki Isshin, Ichigo’s father, had said the moment he had started college. It wasn’t a ludicrous notion. Ichigo knew his father was right and that he should have a part-time job to pay for his expenses, and to contribute to the household. However, why had his father insisted he should work here? Ichigo asked himself, staring at the establishment in front of him. The building was green and had a sign which read Urahara’s with bright orange letters, and had a decoration in the form of a green stripped hat. Ichigo eyed the signs in distaste. The young man had half a mind to turn away and leave entirely. He would have too if he hadn’t been expected there already. Sighing, he went in. The interior looked much better than the outside. The walls were a stylish brown, the tables’ wood matched the color of the walls, and it appeared that the menu had a wide selection of beverages as well as food. Standing tall, he approached the counter, where a short girl with neck-length black hair and amethyst eyes was standing.

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Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 18

Archived | Posted June 25, 2016

I love working on this series so muchalöksdjngöresgjdlkmf. This part was so, so much fun to write and I really hope that you’ll like it, people! Enjoy~ ^^

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: Your dinner date with Daesung doesn’t end the way you thought it would.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10][Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27] [Part 28] [Part 29] [Part 30] [Part 31] [Part 32] [Part 33] [Part 34] [Part 35] [Part 36] [Part 37] [Part 38] [Part 39] [Part 40] [Part 41] [Part 42] [Part 43]

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Kakashi and Gay have a Halloween tradition. They take turns being 'it', needing to avoid the other who'll be doing their best to scare them out of their wits. This year, Gai's 'it', and Kakashi's out for blood after the indignity he suffered last year.

Kakashi had spent hours pondering over this year’s Halloween exploit. At times when it appeared as though he was lazily reading Icha Icha, Kakashi was actually racking his brains for a way to get back at his rival. When he was ignoring his team as usual, he was in fact plotting revenge.

Luckily for Kakashi, Guy was an easy man to scare. Unluckily for Kakashi, Guy would be on high-alert this Halloween, and may not even leave his house. That was why Kakashi had to infiltrate his home, and attempt to do so without Guy noticing.

Getting in there was easier than he would have expected– Kakashi knew where he kept the spare key, and sneaked in there while Guy was asleep the night before Halloween.

After laying a few traps over Guy’s house, Kakashi figured he needed a break, still had a few hours to spare before Guy rose, so he decided to lie down in a neat hiding place behind Guy’s couch and take a brief nap.


Guy awoke, slowly becoming conscious. He was ready to leap out of bed and greet the youthful day, until he remembered the date. A brief check of the calendar hanging on the wall told him that he was correct – he had finally reached Halloween.

Centimetres at a time, Guy rolled over in his bed. After scanning his bedroom, he deduced that Kakashi was not hiding in his bedroom, and swung his legs over the bed. Halfway through this action, he paused, raising his feet once more. He peeked under the bed to make sure nobody was hiding there, and let out an almighty yell, falling onto the floor with a crash.

Under the bed, he had witnessed a plastic severed hand, which he had believed was real for a few seconds. “Very funny, Kakashi!” he yelled to his room, which he couldn’t be sure was empty or not. “You got me with that one! But don’t think I’ll be fooled again!”

Casting the eerie hand aside, Guy stepped up from the floor, and creeped out of his bedroom, ever so slowly. He checked for pranks and traps after every step he made, and switched on every light he came by.

Once he reached the kitchen, Guy gingerly opened his fridge, remembering the year Kakashi had rigged it so that a carton of strawberry milkshake exploded in his face when he opened the door. What guy found, however, was perhaps scarier than that. Or so he believed.

A hoard of spiders jumped out at him, causing him to shriek, leaping back from where he was stood. He came to the realisation that they were only plastic, and heaved a sigh of relief, but not before his foot landed in a pile of what could only be described as goo, causing him to jump out of his skin once again.

“Damn that Kakashi,” Guy cursed under his breath, but continued to search the house nonetheless. He thought it would be a better approach to come across all of the traps now, rather than continue to be scared out of his wits all day long.

Guy entered the living room. As if it was routine now, he scoured the room for any more petrifying traps. He found nothing under the coffee table, and the same behind the television.

He peeked behind the couch, only to be met with the most terrifying trap of all of them – his best friend’s corpse. Guy screamed, his voice perhaps breaking sound barriers. His scream prolonged as he fell backwards onto the floor, scrambling away from the body.

Kakashi stood up, looking tired, but apparently not dead after all. “Oh. Good morning, Guy. It looks like I fell asleep before I had the chance to lay all the traps. Sorry about that,” Kakashi apologised, his smile apparent through his mask.

“You mean it was supposed to be scarier than this?” Guy boomed, horrified.

Kakashi laughed. “I guess my traps worked, then.”

“I’ll get you back for this,” Guy threatened, seeming partly menacing, but partly insane.

Kakashi laughed again, although he had no doubt that this was true.

-Admin Will