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Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Hey dude ! First, a big thanks for the compliment, always more than appreciated :D. And then, here’s your request, hope you’ll like it :

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea. 

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author’s note: i know the word civilian makes it seem like they’re background characters in the marvel universe or some shit but i don’t know else to describe it rip (ps: some of these are inspired by the dope vid, other’s are just for fun). these are all so long i’m so sorry i got carried away if i had the time and motivation to make all of these full length 6k word fics, i would buuuuut i don’t so, do what you will with these, instead~~ feedback is always appreciated, and requests are still open!
disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are simply cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
doctor • cr.

“Jin, I have the flu, not tuberculosis,” you whine for the umpteenth time today. And for the umpteenth time today, Jin simply shakes his head and shoves two pills into your hands.

“Your fever is finally going down, but it’s still over 100,” he frowns, “Take the ibuprofen and I’ll get you some more soup.”

“You can call it Advil, you don’t have to go all Dr. Kim on me,” you joke.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

The seriousness in his tone causes you to frown. He’s been like this all day, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. It’s just the flu, you think, nothing drastic or life threatening. If you were single, you’d have to fend for yourself and you were far capable of doing so. But anytime you so much as hinted at a minor immune system invasion, Jin was on you faster than you could blink.

He comes back into your bedroom with soup, as promised, more pillows. He adjusts the already overflowing pillows in your bed, and places the new ones under your feet. He hands you the soup and quietly tells you to eat, whilst placing the back of his palm on your neck to check for swelling.

Kim Seokjin is a warm man; he’s your bubbly, friendly, dad-joke-telling, loud, singing-in-the-shower boyfriend who goes on nonstop about his pretty face and who begs for kisses in the comfort on your home. But Dr. Kim is a stoic man; professional, efficient, and concerned only with the safety and health of his patients and staff.

Most would think that having a doctor as a boyfriend would be convenient in times like this—and it was, for the most part—Jin usually ensured that you were happy and healthy. But right now, you weren’t dealing with Jin; you were dealing with the very stern doctor within him, and he only became that person at home when he couldn’t shake off something from work.

You place the soup on the nightstand and sit up before Jin can protest. “Jinnie, what’s wrong?”

Jin opens his mouth to speak, but once he sees the look in your eyes, he knows better than to try and lie to you.

“Even with that fever, you’re still sharp as a tack,” he smiles softly and sighs, “One of my patients died on the table yesterday. It was all a matter of timing—if we had gotten him into the ambulance earlier and I had gotten to the operating room just a bit faster, maybe we could have saved him.”

He looks up at you and takes your hand in his, “And then I came home to you being ill and I couldn’t help but think that if I had better timing when I took you out, maybe we could have avoided the rain and possible food poising and you wouldn’t be sick right now.”

“Jin—”

He brings your hand to his lips, and kisses it gently, “I know I’m over thinking everything but, I feel like a little piece of me goes every time I lose a patient. And you—if I ever lost you,” he pauses, “I don’t know what I’d do without myself.”

You shake your head and lace your fingers with his, “I’m not going anywhere, Jin. I promise.”

“Good,” he tightens his grip, “Me neither.”

After a few moments, he gets up, “Now, don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t take those pills before. Open up, missy.”

MIN YOONGI
police captain • cr.

“Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok is here.”

“Tell me something new, Jeon,” Yoongi sighs, looking up from the paperwork. Jungkook hands Yoongi a yellow slip of paper, then bows shyly before leaving his office.

Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Hobi practically keeps the police station open with the amount of traffic violations and underground shit he brings in here. Yoongi ought to let the rookies write him up this time.

Besides, that rascal’s case is bound to be more interesting than the phone taps he has to read over, so he leaves his desk in favor of greeting Hoseok for the umpteenth time this month—if you can call it that considering it is a police station and Hoseok most likely is here under arrest.

“Alright, Hoseok,” Yoongi’s voice is monotonous and routine, “What is it this time? Spray painting a government building? Speeding? Noise compl—”

“Actually, Captain, I brought something for you this time.”

With a raised eyebrow, Yoongi lifts his head, surprised to see you standing next to Hoseok with a lunch bag in hand.

“Y/N? What—did you come with him?” Assuming the worst, Yoongi’s hand flies to the baton strapped around his waist. Yoongi may be (begrudgingly) fond of Hoseok, but if he’d touched you, he could say hello to house arrest.

“Woah, slow down there, big boy. I saw this one on her way to bring you kiddie meal, so I thought I’d be a nice guy and give her a ride.”

Yoongi flashes between Hoseok’s sly grin and your bright smile. The contrast between the two of you is almost comical; you’re dressed cutely and comfortably, with a homemade meal in your hand while Hoseok sports overly ripped jeans, a dark shirt, a leather jacket to match, and nurses his McDonald’s fries in his left hand.

Once Yoongi rules that Hoseok is in fact telling the truth and that you have no signs of foul play or kidnapping printed on your body, he relaxes a bit.

“It’s true. Hobi saw me on the way here and offered me a ride,” you smile.

“And you willingly got in a car with this delinquent?” Yoongi questions.

“Yah! I’m a good driver, Min!”

“He calls everyone a delinquent,” you wave away his words, “I thought the two of you were friends, no?”

“Yes.” “Absolutely not.” The two answer at the same time.

You chuckle and walk forward to hand Yoongi his lunch. His dark bangs graze over his eyelashes as he leans down to look at you and accept the bag. There’s no peck—you know better than to try that while Yoongi’s at work, although his coworkers know just how ridiculously in love he is with you anyway—but he does give you a soft smile, an even softer thank you. But because Yoongi’s feeling brave today, and Hoseok’s presence proves to be more provoking than usual, he kisses you on the cheek for good measure.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Yoongi nods before you turn to walk out of the station.

“Hey, want a ride?” Hobi quips, keys already dangling. He walks towards you before he’s stopped, choking on the collar of his shirt as Yoongi pulls on it from behind.

“Over my dead body,” Yoongi grunts, dragging him into his office, “Let’s go, Hoseok, you still owe me three parking tickets and an explanation as to why you think you’re now my girlfriend’s personal chauffeur.”

JUNG HOSEOK
street racer • cr.

“Hobi, I am not getting on that thing!”

Hobi pouts and attempts to grab you hand, which you pull away quickly. “Baby, come onnnnn. It’s completely safe!”

“Don’t you “baby” me right now, Hoseok. Don’t you need some kind of special license to drive that?”

“No, baby. Come on, it’ll be fun! I thought you wanted to try new things?”

“I meant like taking a cooking class, or learning a language, or traveling to new places—”

“This technically is traveling,” Hobi interjects, only to be silenced by your glaring.

You cross you arms and continue to shoot daggers at your boyfriend across the garage. He’s unbelievable. He’s the only man you know who’s three parking tickets deep and one write up away from points on his license who would still insist on toying with the law (and the city’s unnerving police chief). He’s the only man you know who has three different cars (“well you can’t just drift in any old Audi, sweetheart”) and would still go out and buy a motorcycle. And he’s the only man you know that would try to convince you to get on said motorcycle.

“No, Hobi.” Last time he took you on a ride he insisted would be fun, you swear you got whiplash and lost hearing in your left ear for a week.

Hobi’s a good driver, there’s no denying that. He certainly knew how to handle any car on any road (and it was quite attractive, if you were being honest, the way he would concentrate when taking a turn, or the way he would stick his tongue out and wink at you before cranking up the acceleration, and even the way he came home from time to time with grease stains from fixing up something with Namjoon); but you knew Hobi to be good at driving cars, not the two wheeled death machines people called motorcycles.

“Baby,” Hobi walks over, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck then nestles his head into the crook, “I would never let you get hurt, you know that, right?”

“I know, Hobi.”

“And you know I’m always safe.”

“Yes, I know, Hobi.”

Hobi gently spins you around so that you’re facing him. “And you know you look really hot in my leather jacket, right?”

“Hoseok!”

“What? It’s the truth,” he grins, “Come on, let’s get a helmet on you.”

KIM NAMJOON
mechanic/engineer • cr.

“No, baby, you have to turn it clockwise, like this,” Namjoon crouches down behind you and adjusts your grip on the wrench.

You can feel Namjoon’s short breaths on your neck as his body molds into your yours whilst he fixes your mistakes. You crane your head slightly, getting the perfect view of his side profile. God, your boyfriend is hot. And oblivious.

“You got it now, baby?” He asks, standing up to hover over you.

You nod mindlessly, more focused on the way his jumpsuit fits him in all the right places; the way the edges of his hair stick to his face with sweat; the way his scarred, blackened hands look once he slips off his gloves.

Namjoon had to be the smartest person you know. Smart enough to rewire the heating/cooling system in your house to be more efficient. Smart enough to do the most complicated of math equations in his head in seconds. Smart enough to build you an entire car if you wanted him too. But goddamn, he was dumb when he wanted to be.

Like right now, for instance. You had absolutely no reason to come over to Joon’s garage and ask him to how change a tire. You couldn’t name one time in your life where you’d actually need to change a tire, or care to know how. You just wanted your boyfriend to bend you over the hood of a car. But clearly, that would be harder than you’d imagined.

“Hey, Joon, can you show me how to check the oil?”

“Sure, baby,” he smiles. You’re going to fucking lose it if he calls you that one more time.

With ease, he pops the hood of your car and bends over to the unscrew the oil cap. He begins to explain to you how to check for low levels and how to put new oil in, but once again, everything he’s saying is going over your head, and your mind is instead filled with images of your shirtless boyfriend.

When turns around to get more engine oil from his desk, you’ve decided you’ve had enough of his lessons. You grab the sleeve of his jumpsuit and force him to face you. “Joon, you know I love you, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about any of this car shit.”

Namjoon’s eyes become as big as saucers and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, even as your hands find their way to the nape of his neck. “Then why’d you ask—”

“Are you dumb, or are you dumb? Namjoon, all I want is for you to take me on the hood of one these cars.”

When he finally understands your motives, his signature smirk grows on his face. He reaches into his pocket, brings out a small remote, and presses the green button on top. You hear the garage door begin to close as his hands rest on your hips.

“You should have just said so, baby.”

PARK JIMIN
ceo • cr.

“Chim? Are you okay?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance, simply nodding and sipping on more of his over priced champagne.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” you say, turning to Jimin as much as you can in your seat and as much as your dress will allow. You gently grab his face and force him to face you, “What’s wrong, Jimin?”

For some reason, your usually confident boyfriend is a nervous wreck. He’s a people person; people love him—and what’s not to love? Between his handsome face, celebrity-status hair, sweet soul, and charming smile, there really is no reason not to like Park Jimin.

Park Jimin, however, doesn’t seem to understand that, despite him being South Korea’s most successful CEO under twenty-five, your constant reminders, and it being one of the most basic facts of the universe.

“You know me so well,” he says with a soft smile.

“Well, I would hope so, we are dating,” you tease.

Jimin smiles and laces your hands under the table. “I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?” Jimin nods again, and licks his lips, to which you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Hey, it’s just like any other of your presentations. You’re gonna knock these snobby motherfuckers right off their feet.”

Jimin smiles, big and real this time, and hangs his head while chuckling. “I’m not nervous about that, baby.”

“Then what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s got you shaking under the table, Park Jimin.”

He blushes, having been caught. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about asking someone to make a really big merger with the company for some time now. I was going to ask them tonight, but,—”

“You’re nervous?” you finish for him. When he nods, you grip his hand a little tighter. “Jimin, they’d be stupid to say no, okay?”

“You think so?” he searches your face desperately for an affirmative, relief washing over his face when you nod in return.

“I mean, I don’t know a lot about business, I can’t imagine someone being stupid enough to reject the opportunity to merge companies with Park Jimin. I certainly wouldn’t turn that down.”

“You really think they’d be stupid to say no?”

“Absolutely idiotic.”

He looks at you for little, with that beautiful smile and that never-ending support of yours, and thinks to himself, that yeah, he’s going to do this tonight. Because he’ll be damned if he has to spend one more day living in uncertainty.

“Okay,” Jimin says.

He gently unlaces your fingers, pushes his chair back and finally, finally does the one thing he’s been waiting to do for three months now; he gets on one knee and pulls out a little, velvety box from his back pocket.

When he looks up, he sees the shock in your expression and the tears already forming at the corners of your eyes. But it was the good kind of shock, and if he knew you as well you knew him, those were happy tears. So he doesn’t fret, doesn’t shy away, and smiles instead. He pays no attention to the crowd forming; it’s just the two of you in the room as he takes your left hand in his right, and holds the open ring box in the other.

“Hey,” he smiles quietly, “Don’t say anything stupid when I ask you, okay?”

KIM TAEHYUNG
firefighter • cr.

“Jin, I love you, but if you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to fucking castrate you.”

Jin sighs, backs away from you slightly, but still keeps a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, this is, Tae, we’re talking about,” he reminds you, “He’ll be fine.”

His words are pretty and comforting and extremely hard to believe given the chaos burning in front of your eyes. But this is Tae, you’re talking about; and that’s what worries you the most.

There are at least three ambulances on the scene, treating family members for smoke inhalation and minor burns; all the neighbors have come outside, pajama-clad and all to assist in (and gossip) in any way that they can; Yoongi is busy controlling the crowd of reporters on the scene; and the once adorable cream-painted two story house that you drove by every day was crumbling before you.

To your left, you see Mingyu and Seokmin being ushered towards EMS. There were part of Tae’s team, so where the fuck was Tae.

“Said he had to do one last check, had something else to find,” Seokmin explains to you.

From the looks of the house, there didn’t seem to be much left to find, you think. You watch as the left side of the house starts to completely collapse into itself. Jin tries to hold you back at the guys in the fire truck move into action.

“Jin, let me go! Where is he?!”

“(Y/N), you have to calm down, I promise you—”

“You can’t fucking promise me anything!” you cry, “It’s not your husband that’s stuck in a crumbling house, for fucks sake! Somebody has to help him, he could be buried under rubble or something, we can’t just—”

Jin suddenly spins your body around, and a plethora of emotions swarms over you, most prominently, relief; but concern is a close second.

Because there’s Taehyung, your Taehyung, covered in ash, heaving heavily, limping slightly, but smiling through it all, as he sets an equally ash-covered puppy down on the concrete to be taken care of by EMS.

You can’t stop the tears from welling as when you run to hug him and he flashes that boxy, dust-covered smile admits all the smoke and ash and chaos surrounding you—when you finally, finally know that he’s okay, that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re okay,” you whisper, as if your words could hurt him if they were any louder.

“I told you I’d always come back to you, right?” Tae squeezes you closer, ignoring the pain that shoots through his body. When he feels the desperate nod of your head he kisses your hair gently.

“Besides,” he pulls you away, while wiping your tears, “I’d have to be a monster to let a puppy die in a fire.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
police officer • cr.

“Aw, come on, why not?” Jungkook whines, following you around your shared apartment like a lost puppy as you try your best to ignore is absurd ideas.

“Because, Jungkook, those are police-issued handcuffs! Do you even have a key for them, on you?”

“Um, yes? I think so, let me go—”

“Jungkook!”

If Jungkook really thought he was going to get you to agree to him handcuffing you to your bed using police-grade handcuffs, he had another thing coming. This has to be the most fucked up of all of his cop related fantasies.

“It’d be hot!”

“I don’t think having to call Yoongi to uncuff me from our bed after we’ve just had sex fits into my definition of ‘hot,’” you retort.

“What, you don’t think threesomes are hot? Because I kinda—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you take to hitting him with the closets object within your reach, which happen to be a pillow from the couch. “This is not the time to get kinky!”

“Um, yes it is,” he hops over the couch, “This is, like, the perfect time to get kinky.”

Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his so that you’re fixed in his lap with his arms around you. He’s got that same shit-eating grin on his face, and that same cute crinkle around his nose.

“So, what I’m hearing is that if I were to buy fake, plastic, baby handcuffs, you’d let me tie you to the bed?”

“Jungk—”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Is this how you interrogate people at the station?”

“I usually don’t have them sit on my lap and I’m usually not asking them about their preferred method of handcuffing, but yeah, pretty much.”

“You call them ‘baby?’”

“Well somebody has to be the good cop, right?”

“Hm, are you saying, Yoongi isn’t the good cop?”

“Yoongi-hyung is definition of—hey, hey! You’re distracting me!” Jungkook exclaims, tightening his grip on your waist, and tickling you as punishment.

“Alright! Alright!” you beg for mercy as Jungkook continues to ruthlessly attack your sides.

“Not until you say ‘Jeon Jungkook is the sexist cop in Seoul.’”

“What are you, twelve? I’m not—” but Jungkook doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish, and continues to tickle you.

“I’m going to murder you, Jeon Jungkook,” you claim instead. Jungkook finally lets up, and just when you think he’s done imparting his idiocy on you for the day, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Threatening a cop? You know, that’s technically, a crime, babe. I might have to use those handcuffs for real.”

Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: smut (later in the story) blood, assassins, gore, gangs, psychopaths

Words: 4132


I was inspired to a mental, psychopath Jungkook after I saw some amazing Killer JK fanart on insta. I’ll post the pictures at the end of the story. This will be a multiple chapter story.

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chapter 2



He stared at you from the shadows, his hands twitching in excitement as you pulled the trigger, blood splattering on your uniform and face. He trailed his finger over his face covered by the plastic mask, gulping loudly, “How beautiful….” The man leaned forward to get a better look at the dark haired female. However, he shrunk back in fear of getting caught as she turned around, wiping her gun that had drops of blood splatter on it.

The tall man gave her, you, one last regretful look before turning around, leaving the crime scene in dejection.

“Until next time, love.”




“Y/N, get out of there, the guards will be back in the building in ten minutes,” you heard your twin brother’s grumpy voice from the earpiece. You responded with a low hum, quickly putting away your gun, giving the dead man one last kick before lazily walking away from the rooftop, your crime scene for the night.

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anonymous asked:

okay bu what is kriggory?

asdfghjkl; umm kriggory is cedric diggory x viktor krum lmao

long story short, i came across this gif and it planted headcanons that ruined my life and now my friends are on a mission to torment me for life tbh 

but like? look at how cute they are?

  • imagine them dancing together 
  • it happens completely by chance 
  • hermione and cho have gone off for drinks or something
  • idk where they’ve gone, possibly to make out in one of the carriages because hermione looks beautiful and cho is a little entranced
  • and cedric being cedric, is just too pleased and jubilant to hold still
  • so he asks viktor to teach him some of the dance moves they’d do in bulgaria.
  • viktor looks quizzical and confused
  • but he agress because no one can resist cedric diggory when he offers up that happy little grin
  • so he starts showing cedric a few things, just basic little moves and quirks 
  • and cedric immitates them well at first
  • but then the girls have been gone for so long that they’ve run out of new moves for cedric to try, at least easy ones anyways
  • cedric would say something like “i think we’ve been ditched”, though he wouldn’t say it unpleasantly.
  • quiet victor would only nod, frowning a little 
  • he likes hermione, he likes her quite a lot actually, but he’d already sensed that perhaps her affections lied elsewhere.
    • it didn’t take a genius to figure that out 
  • cedric can see the bit of sadness in viktor’s face, and cedric hates seeing anyone sad. it’s against his nature not to want to help
  • so he just grabs viktor by the arm and pulls him back into a dance, some weird thing that neither of them really know what to do with 
  • viktor is confused beyond belief, but he follows suit anyway, if only to be doing something
  • and cedric is just being so very carefree and happy and just this radiant ball of sunshine
  • how could viktor, the most stoic man alive, not be a little bit captivated by him?
  • they dance until almost everyone else is gone; until it’s clear the girls aren’t coming back
  • but neither of them really minds
  • they’ve managed to have fun all on their own, in fact
  • and viktor, who is always rather reserved, finds that his face is stiff and sore from smiling so broadly
  • and he thinks perhaps there were better things at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardly than competitions and hermione granger
  • and maybe those things were a mop of soft hair and eyes that glowed like the sun hid behind them and a complexion that magically looked good in yellow

anyway idk how this turned into headcanons but long story short i love kriggory thank you that’s all goodnight

too many secrets between us

Originally posted by kookmint

muses: heir!jungkook x unknown!reader x eventual!jimin
genre: fluff. friends to lovers slow burn.
type: college au
word count: 3.5k


Secrets.

If there is a euphemism for them, then wind would be one. Akin to the soft - almost innocent caress of the wind, secrets tend to be harmless, one might even deem it needed, for the greater good or one’s own gain. But one too many might cause a stir, and disturbances, almost too often, may very well cause a disruption of a greater margin than expected, much like the artless blow of wind in a meadow that grew in velocity, picking up sticks and stones as it travels to an unsuspecting city, bringing along destruction in its wake.

Jungkook has a few of his own. Secrets, that is. He keeps them in locked in the hollow part underneath his chest. Locks them with a key and threw away the key. Thought it’s safe if it’s unaccessible even to him. But oh boy, was he wrong.

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Hatred and Grief - Clark Kent x Reader

Summary : Clark loses the thing he loves the most in the World…And the worst thing ? It is his fault. 

I was in the mood for something angsty today. Yeah yeah yeah I didn’t follow the schedule I put up not long ago, but I really wanted to write this story. I was in the mood to write something kinda sad (or not). Hope you will like it, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :-) : 

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The second he sees your body hit that wall violently, and hears the terrible crack it makes…He knows. 

He didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t him…it wasn’t him ! 

This was a nightmare. 

Just a bad dream. 

He was going to wake up in your arms, nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was going to wake up in your arms, and tighten his grip around you. You were going to reassure him after this stupid nightmare…No. 

No you weren’t. You would never reassure him again.  

He knows he committed the irreparable. And that’s what brings him back. 

Of course, only you would be able to take him out of this weird daze he had been for a while. Only you would be able to snap him out of it. He thinks he remembers you yelling : “Clark, this isn’t you ! Come back to us baby, come back to m…”, but you were never going to be able to finish this sentence. 

He doesn’t remember much, but what comes back to his mind, is being captured by Lex Luthor and him…doing something to his brain. 

And then falling in a state of semi-consciousness, where he just couldn’t control his movements, and didn’t even care about it. 

He doesn’t really remember much of his actions, as if he just woke up from a dream that refused to be remembered, but when he regains his senses, and, horrified, looks around him…half of Metropolis is destroyed, giving him that much hints about what happened.

He knows this carnage is his fault. Though he wasn’t master of his movements, the guilt that washes over him is endless. And when he fully realizes what he has just done, what brought him back…It’s more than guilt. It’s agony. 

It’s his arm that hit you with all his might as you were approaching him, and that send you crashing into that concrete wall. With just a small swipe, as if you were nothing, though you were everything to him, his arm went own its own accord to shove you out of his way, with so much force that you flew across the street. His arm. His. 

It’s his arm that killed you…

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Cold Hearted (Prince AU) Part 6

Originally posted by sugaglos

Requests are closed!

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

Word Count: 6559

Warnings: Blood, Smut (in later parts)

Jaebum sat on his bed and untied his boots. He pulled off his jacket and undid the cuff links of his shirt, going through the simplistic motions of getting ready for bed as he did every night.

He wasn’t used to these feelings. He didn’t consider himself as very emotional, war tended to favour the more stoic man; someone who did not get shaken by death or get jerked around by feelings.

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pastelqueen-sweetascanbe  asked:

I was wondering if you can do an RFA love triangle JuminXVXMC. I don't want to stress you so you don't have to do it. I was just wondering is all. ^^ Thanks for taking your time for reading this, I love your story's and keep up the great work.

We are soooooo sorrry that this took soo long. Honestly, it’s been sitting in our drafts forever, and we apologize for just posting it. Hope it’s okay though?


He deserved this.

That’s what he told himself as he watched Jumin smile at MC from across the room. He watched as she returned the gesture lovingly, Here they were in the bustle of guests eager to speak to all the hosts of another successful party. All thanks to MC.

V lifted his camera, his focus on MC. He was supposed to take pictures of the party coordinator, but he was beginning to feel like it was an excuse just to look at her through a lense. He loved to watch how her eyes sparkled as she greeted another person. Her hair swayed as she made small gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile that made V’s heart flutter inside his chest in a gentle way…something he had never felt before.

He snapped the pictures hurriedly before moving away. He tried distracting himself by taking some other photos, but he just couldn’t. The image of MC filled his thoughts, and with it, came the acute stab of guilt. He knew Jumin liked her…no, loved her. He saw his friends feelings unfold in the chatroom all that time ago.

At the time, he had encouraged it, still cast under the enchantment Rika had left on him. But that was his fault too, wasn’t it? Rika…her rise and fall…both were his fault, and he would force himself to pay the consequences.

“V…” Jumin’s uncharacteristically hesitant voice carried from the doorway.

V cleared his throat, steadying his voice before speaking. “Ah, Jumin, I was just getting some air.”

“You can stop that.”

V’s fingers tugged against his blazer, but he resisted the urge to drop his smile. “Stop what?”

Jumin sighed, taking a step closer. He adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes suddenly darting to the ground. Was he nervous? “You’re in love with MC.’

V’s entire body froze at the statement. He couldn’t bring himself to plaster that same smile back on his face. He couldn’t even muster a chuckle. Even if he did, Jumin would’ve seen right through him. In this painfully raw moment, he could do nothing but remain silent.

Jumin pursed his lips and nodded. “I see,” he said. There was no mistaking the tightness in his voice. “How long?”

“Jumin, I have no interest in her,” V said quietly.

Something between a scoff and sigh escaped his friend’s lips. There was no mistaking the strain of jealously in the way the muscles on his neck twitched. “No? Then what was that in there? Do you realize how long you were staring at her? Taking pictures? And before, during our last meeting–”

“No,” V interrupted. His words seemed to be lodged in his throat, making it difficult to say anything without his voice wavering. “No, I mean…I’m not pursuing her.”

For a long moment, there was silence. Jumin chewed on his bottom lip…a sign of true distress from the normally stoic man. “Why?”

V shrugged. “A lot of reasons,” he said. “I…I don’t think I can ever ask someone to accept me after what happened to Rika.

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

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Welcome to Jurassic Park

Chapter Four, Hunters’ Instinct 

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After learning of the disturbance that the adult velociraptors were creating, Deaton lead charge back through the visitor centre to a large compound outside. Derek set pace with Stiles, as the younger man hurried to keep up with the usually stoic man, who currently had fire in his eyes and a strong gait in his legs.

Derek recognised the raptor pen from earlier, the heavily fortified compound with scaling fencing surrounding thick jungle. As they reach the compound, He sees Stiles standing right up against the fence, curious for a glimpse of the adult dinosaurs and with the sound of electrified static in his ears, Derek felt the deep urge the pull the palaeontologist behind him for protection.

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hey everyone consider: portia/muriel

  • theyre both animal lovers!! portia meeting muri’s wolf friend and absolutely falling in love and muriel is like :0??? muriel at portia’s house and just knowing Exactly how to silently communicate with all of the animals… lbr they probably meet because portia comes home one day and there’s just this giant dude sitting in her yard with pepi curled in his lap purring and he’s like “i can’t move her”
  • H E I G H T D I F F E R E N C E
  • portia loves to talk and muriel is a rly good listener so they’ll just sit and portia will tell him all the palace gossip and eventually he’ll occasionally reciprocate like “i heard from my friends in the forest that the cheetah nadia released is doing well” and shes like That’s So Cool
  • muriel isn’t used to having human friends anymore but portia is really patient and understanding with him and he feels like he can trust her
  • sometimes he gets triggered and has flashbacks to his time as a gladiator and portia is really good at helping him through it! she helped julian through panic attacks a lot when they were kids so when muriel gets a distant panicked look on his face she knows what’s going on and gently talks to him to remind him where he is
  • portia would be a rly good therapist tbh she can Listen when she needs to and sometimes muriel will tell her little things and she tries to help him heal
  • just…. the image of big stoic man and his tiny chatterbox gf is so cute, thank you for your time

Ok so a shimada bro prank war at the watch point. It starts off as genji trying to olive branch to hanzo, they would play small pranks as a child. Hanzo isnt impressed, the more it goes on the harder it is to ignore until he wakes up after a really harsh drinking sesh with an undercut. All bets are off. Hanzo goes through all the petty pranks and they slowly get more and more extreme. He finally gets sombra to hack genji and makes it so everytime he goes near zenyatta cheesy love music plays out… hanzo didnt ask how she managed this but hes sort of regretting it once rick astley is stuck in his head.

Genji doesnt take this laying down and thus poor innocent mccree gets involved. Genjis dragon also drags hanzos into the fray, much to hanzos dismay. Genji makes sure mccree is as naked as possible at all times round hanzo, mccrees a bit concerned about genjis wellfare cause he doesnt seem to know his own strenght anymore or at least thats what he blames the ripped shirts and spilt beverages. A few ‘innocent’ japanesse phrases taught to the cowboy makes everything so much more fun especially with how eager the cowboy is to be close to the elder shimada.

Zenyatta doesnt realise what hes done when he corrects mccree. Thats not the right way to compliment someone mccree, i dont think thats quite a first date suggestion. Mccree is absolutely furious at genji thinking hes taking the piss out of his feelings. Which wasnt genjis intention, he wasnt aware there were emotions involved. He just knew mccree was flirty in his own language and english and hanzo was easily flustered.

The pranks die away then. Mccree avoiding hanzo at every point and hanzo didnt realise how much time he spent with the cowboy till he left the room as soon as the archer entered. Frankly the mood was bringing the whole team down. It took genji a week to finally crack, he explained to hanzo thar mccree didnt know about the pranks, his reaction when he thought genji was messing his feelings. Why he was avoiding him out of embarrassment not dislike.

Hanzo being hanzo stews for a few days until jack butts in after another fight with reaper. All about lost time and taking the first step and communication. Which leaves both of them sore when hanzo storms out with the word hypocrite leaving a sour taste on his lips.

He held off a few more days to childishly prove something to jack ( hes not sure what but it was sure as hell summat). He finds the cowboy in the training rooms, practically begs in his own stoic way when the man tries to get the hell outta dodge. Once hes no longer going to bolt he explains about the prank war. How it help and hindered the brothers reconciliation and how hanzo dragged zenyatta into their little war even if the result was plesent for both parties it was a bit insensitive of hanzo to flaunt his little brothers feelings in front of his desire. Not that genji didnt strike back, teaching the only guy that had truly held the elder shimadas attention flirty little phrases in his mother tongue and more often than not showed off more skin than was decent( this coming from a guy that cant wear a shirt right to save a life)

So yes jesse it was part of a prank war but it was based on the truth, the archers reactions a splash of honesty that the shimada would have prefered to keep hidden but its too late now hes decided honesty is the best policy. So if you would say just about anything now mr cowman it would be very appreciated.

And mccree didnt say a word, just pulled the other man into a rather gentle kiss, shivering as the two noodle dragons wrapped themselves around the couple.

The next day genji woke up with his body covered in magnets in the shape of dicks.

A week later a platnium haired hanzo could be seen chasing a laughing genji across the watch point.

The pattern carried on until winston enforced new rules.

These were broken when reaper snuck in and moved everything in jacks room a lil bit to the left. A bit mean to do to a guy thats nearly blind but jack got his revenge in more imagintive ways over the next few months and long intontheir 'retirement’.

Two years later mccree proposes with a little prank ring that gave a small electric shock when it was placed on the finger.this of course came in a little cowboy hat ring holder ( no one cried at the wedding and that is a universally acknowledged truth for everyone who wants to live a long happy life, gabriel has his ways kids dont test him)

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Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

Connor Kenway (Ratonhnhake:ton) x Fem!Reader

Length: 1209 words

Warnings: not really, mentions of racism?, i love him (protect him pls)

Connor Kenway, or Ratonhnhaké:ton, didn’t know too much about being in romantic relationships. Apart from what he’d witnessed as a young child, in his village, or the little he’d witnessed in the strict British colonies, in his later years, he was clueless. He refused to ask Achilles, so the young Kanien’kenhá:ka male read books on the matter. He perused various romantic novels, most of which held great tales of love, and many had men defeating insane beasts, in order to woo the women they desired.

Frankly, none of these tales struck the young, teenaged Connor as very accurate.

It did not matter to him, either way. Very few women talked to him, as he spent much time away from the Kanien’kenhá:ka village, and the colonist women often looked down on him, due to his heritage. Ratonhnhaké:ton could possibly count on his fingers, the number of female colonists who treated him as an equal, or at least equal to the male colonists.

Y/N Y/L later became one of those women.

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The look his lover’s face is something that he’s all too familiar with, one that often comes with dry admonishment. So he acts quickly, striking while there’s still confusion.

The blush that starts to form on the usually stoic man is definitely worth the light slap on his cheek.

McCree’s doting on all parts of Hanzo’s body that he can reach is legendary among the crew of Overwatch. Even more famous is the neon bright blush that one can see on Hanzo’s face after such event.

SNS Headcanon

Although Naruto has completely and wholeheartedly forgiven Sasuke for his initial abandonment as he realized during their separation the true extent of internal battles and intense pains Sasuke faced, he can’t help but feel subconsciously insecure, often suffering from nightmares stemming from Sasuke’s absence.

These nightmares usually involve Sasuke’s realization that the village does not, in fact, mean anything to him, and he no longer feels a connection to the village, if he ever did.

On these nights, Naruto often talks in his sleep and reaches out for Sasuke, who is a light sleeper that grows frustrated at the slightest interruption of deep sleep…

Still half asleep, a tan hand reaches out, instinctively landing on Sasuke’s chest, startling the usually stoic man awake. The voice is tired and groggy, mumbling, “just making sure you’re still here.”

Initially prepared to beat to a bloody pulp who ever had interrupted his REM cycle, he pauses as he finds himself suddenly silenced by the words. Naruto is already back to sleep, never fully awake to begin with, and Sasuke can’t help but smile sadly as his chest tightens at the innocent gesture.

He rolls on his side to stare deeply at his sleeping lover, fully confident in his thoughts that he would never leave his blonde fool; he couldn’t. They saved each other; how could he possibly leave behind the very person who helped him out of the all-consuming darkness?

‘Naruto will soon realize that.’ Sasuke finishes stating in his mind, as he proceeds to cuddle closer to him, wrapping his arms around his warm form.

Resting his forehead against a mop of messy blonde hair, he whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Quiet; Part Four

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday! We embark on a voyage to last year’s Wrestlemania, hope you all have your tickets! Tagging Bossa Nova @toxiicpop, Riot Squad @oraclegazes, Big Gun @hardcorewwetrash and of course, Wolf Expert @writergrrrl29.

Enjoy!


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the-vampire-inside-me  asked:

for almost 30 years in lonelyness and his only friend gone, Bendy never experienced what being loved by someone feels like, so he doesn't understand the meaning of Henry's gestures towards him (like hugging him, or carring him on his arm when he's tired, or even offering him something to not feel cold)

First off, this prompt oh boy, my heart. Secondly I hope you are prepared for what I’ve done.


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