this looks so cool and calm and then boom flashing lights in the last one

It’s a Buck Girl Thing (1/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 2.1k


A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?


Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’


Originally posted by sebstian-stan


‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.


You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.


He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.


Okay, you were staring.

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a requiem beyond the shore

Originally posted by k-popsquad

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: angst, fluff, dream!jimin
word count: 10,727
summary: you fall in love with the boy who is only known by your dreams

a/n: hi i’m zero and i’m coming out of my cave to drop a fic


You are seven years old when you first meet him.

The sky arcs above you in all its cerulean glory, and if you were to extend your hands towards the heavens, you could pluck the clouds right off the sky. That’s exactly what you do, watching in quiet awe as the white diffuses in a massless haze through your fingertips, crystallizing into tiny diamonds that soundlessly fall to the ground.

The boy stands alone by the shore, waves of transparent greens and blues rushing up just far enough to nip at his bare ankles before receding back into the ocean. He barely contrasts against the pale background, bright strands of pink hair billowing softly in the wind. The water is quiet, grounded against the horizon as it stirs lazily back and forth, and without the boy’s motionless form to focus the scenery, the salty breeze would surely have carried the white dunes across the sea to be forgotten.

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0 Mile - Chapter 1

Sooooo I might have written a thing, my first fic!…Thank you so much to @kollectionn for editing and putting up with me being a nervous mess and I’d also like to thank @not-zuleika for the encouragement and support to write in the first place!! Any feedback would be appreciated and there may be a couple more chapters in the works. Hope you enjoy! - Kimmy

Originally posted by turtles-are-better-then-people

NCT Fanfic: Bartender AU

Fluff

Main Pairing: Female Reader x Johnny Seo


You were in the midst of sorting through the final box of your belongings, having just moved to a new city for your first job out of college. The apartment wasn’t anything fancy; bathroom, small kitchenette and an open plan space big enough for a bed, dresser and couch. It was on the 8th floor with a small balcony opening onto the street and the building was only a 30-minute walk or a short bus ride from your office.

You had found it only the week prior and had moved last minute, praying for something in your price range. The building manager was a short, greying Russian woman. Her blunt humour had amused you from the start. You thought back to your first viewing when you’d asked what the length of the lease would be and she had replied “yes or no?” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at her reply and it had gained you her favour when she offered you the apartment later that day.

You collapsed back against the couch when the final item was unpacked. Looking around your living space, you noted to buy a screen or a large bookcase to split the room. You also contemplated brightening the room with some plants, if you could keep these ones alive…

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amigoingbananas  asked:

Hi! I know you have a lot of requests rn but I like how you write hc/reactions :3 What if the lords are having a nightmare? What would it be about, and how would they react to MC waking them? Thanks!

Hello ♡
Thank you, I feel flattered! :)

Warnings: 
spoiler for Mitsunari’s, spoiler for Hideyoshi’s


The fire was crackling, growing bigger and bigger as the wooden beams couldn’t withstand the flames and the temple collapsed in phases.
Nobunaga noticed himself sweating when a cool breeze brushed his damp hair, while he was standing outside, watching the building decay, listening to the shouts of the desperate that were caught in it, surely to be perished of the heat. He stared for a while, until he could discern known faces inside the temple. Nobuoki and Nagamasa were amongst all those other people, screaming in pain themselves. Their skin was already mangling, blackening and finally falling to the ground in pieces of flesh.

“….No..naga…”
“…Nobunaga…”
He woke up to a clearly distressed __ who was shaking him, calling his name cautiously and silently, yet so uneasy and intrusive. She was worried, he understood immediately. His robes were sticking on his sweaty skin, his hair disheveled and his expression disturbed. As he sat up in a flash, she followed, her hand on his back, her expression full of worry and compassion. Without a word, he placed his head on her lap and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath again. And without a word, she started stroking his hair, not asking questions she could already assume the answers to.


The wind was whistling in his ear, as he was crouching atop of the tall building, adjusting his marksman’s rifle, taking a breath, holding it and -Boom! Man down.
One single shot from Mitsuhide was enough to kill a man, so shooting them down one after another, was a fast deal. As he aimed for the next man, one of the few that were still fighting there, he finally noticed something that left him dumbstruck. Sewed on the armor of the man who was in the same army as all the others he had already killed, was the crest of the Oda Clan.
Frowning, Mitsuhide tried to understand what he was even doing, who the fighting parties were and what was going on, until another loud shot that made the man slump over, brought him back from his confusion.
Startled he looked at his rifle again, still holding it, only to perceive that its trigger was loosening itself, the shots firing without him doing anything anymore.

Feeling his body shake, Mitsuhide awakened, discerning the face of his lover, her soft features and her eyebrows lowered in worry. After having calmed down a bit and getting his bearings, he decided to tell __ about it who listened to every word with an understanding nod.
“It’s due to all this exhaustion, surely.”, she spoke finally with the most loving smile on her face, as she stroked his hair.


He knew this room from his childhood. It was like a dungeon, cold and dark, filthy puddles on the cracked, hard floor. But this time, Ieyasu wasn’t alone. Tadatsugu was standing next to him, motionless just like Toramatsu and Tadakatsu who were contrasting with Yasumasa, who was pacing up and down, his footsteps echoing angrily. His expression was annoyed, while the other three were like puppets, their eyes and faces dull.
Before Ieyasu could understand what was going on, a stripe of blinding light followed the screech of the heavy door, which was opening. Yasumasa was the first one to leave the room in quick steps, dragging an apathic Tadakatsu with him. Toramatsu left out a faint sigh that echoed through the room before following them. As Ieyasu wanted to go out of the triggering room himself, he ascertained that his feet were coalesced with the floor beneath. He looked around frantically, his breathing becoming more and more ragged, his eyes darting around, searching for Tadakatsu. But the only thing he could see was his back in the very last moment, as he left the cell himself, shutting the heavy door behind him with a boisterous sound.

Simultaneous with the snapping open of his eyes, Ieyasu sat up in his bedding, breathing heavily. He blinked a few times and realized that it was only a dream. And he was not alone. __ embraced him from behind, her arms under his own, clutching the front of his shoulders and nuzzling his back.
“I don’t need your pity.”, he snapped, still panting, but as always, he didn’t shake her off.


The sun was shining brightly, making Mitsunari squint as he wandered in a place he hadn’t ever seen before. The leaves of the trees were vivid, green and shiny, birds singing loudly in uneven cadences. From a distance, he spotted two persons standing amidst blooming flowers. He could only see the back of… Saki? But if Saki was there, who was he?
Uncertain of what was going on, he was distracted by a face he could see, the face of the person who was talking to her. Sakon. He tried to approach her and told her something before disappearing in the forest behind them, leaving Saki slump to her knees.
Still utterly confused, Mitsunari went up to her, attempting to touch her shoulder. But once his fingertips brushed her, she fell over completely, laying on the ground.
Even though this was enough to shock Mitsunari, that wasn’t all, as all kinds of insects crawled out of her empty eyes in their quick, unpredictable motions.

He didn’t quite know when he woke up, but __ was still shaking his shoulders, having noticed that he was having a nightmare.
However this dream made him realize that Saki was as dead as his mother now and that he would never have to be Saki again. Now, thanks to __, he could just be himself.
“Do you mind….holding me for a bit?”


That laughter was unmistakable, resounding loudly in the hall where Masamune was standing. It was full of scorn, hatred and grudge, yet so satisfied, as if the villain of a fairytale finally achieved what they wanted for so long. It was the Lady Yoshihime’s voice, growing louder once Masamune started running down the hall, certain that whatever she was doing, she was up to no good.
His legs felt shaky as he first jogged, then sprinted, noting that the hall he saw the end of, grew larger with every step, making it impossible for him to reach its end. Nevertheless, his mother’s voice was closing in, spurring her son to continue running.
Finally, he spotted a door next to him, despite it seemed like he ran on the spot all the time. Gingerly he opened it, the relieve of the fact that the laughter stopped once he entered the room not lasting long. What he saw inside wasn’t his mother laughing and despising him, but __ who was laying on the floor in an empty, huge room. He wanted to run up to her, but noticed that she started writhing in pain once he moved, which repeated itself after every step he took. When he stopped, she was trembling, but once he put one foot before the other, she started convolving in panic.

“….Masamune!!”
He let out a sigh of utter relief, as he realized that he was tossing and turning in the bedding he shared with the person he dreamt of. She was staring at him, steadying herself on her lower arm as she was turned in his direction, her hair cascading on their pillow. Before she could ask anything, he pulled her down in a firm embrace, hoping to dream of her again, but this time with a happy ending.


Kojuro was frozen. Not exactly the perfect situation to be in when on the battlefield, but he couldn’t feel his limbs anymore, as he saw the enemy on a distance, aiming his rifle on a clueless Masamune who was facing other opponents. For a skilled fighter as Kojuro this wouldn’t be a problem, if not __ was surrounded on the other side of the battlefield, the men approaching her with every passing second.
He had to make a decision, in that very moment, if he didn’t want to lose both of them. Desperately he toggled his gaze between Masamune and __ who were both struggling, showing no hint of giving up anytime soon.
Kojuro felt petrified, as if his blood stopped coursing his veins, his brain overburdened by a choice he couldn’t make, as it happened at last.
He heard the unmistakable sound of a blade that cut through flesh, the only sound he could perceive because of the blood starting to course through his ears and before he could react, the sound of the rifle’s shot woke him up.

He opened his eyes and was relieved that the first he saw was __’s face, as he was bending over him. Her hand wandered from his shoulder, she shook apparently, to his cheek.
“Shh… It’s fine…”, she soothed with the most enchanting voice, making him smile.
“My precious girl…. Thank you.”, he whispered, relishing being spoiled for a little while.


Everyone was gathered in a huge hall, surrounding Yukimura who was kneeling amidst the crowd. He felt dizzy as he looked around, seeing retainers that were inferior to him in an angle he wasn’t used to.
Imposing, in front of them all, closest to him, there was the Tiger of Kai, looking at him with a strict expression, lacking its usual warmth and mirth.
Yukimura looked down at his hand that was holding a sharp blade turned to his own stomach. For a last time, he looked up again, to see Shingen who didn’t seem to have averted his eyes for a second, yet wasn’t meeting Yukimura’s gaze, almost as if he wasn’t real, but an imposing statue.
The sound of someone snivelling made him look over and amidst the retainers he saw __, quite striking with her colorful kimono in fact, now that he noticed her. She was teary-eyed, but not looking at him. He was confused, felt like either all the people who were surrounding but not looking at him were not real, or as if he wasn’t there at all.
Nevertheless, he fastened his grip on his blade, piercing through his lower abdomen, going deeper and continuing alongside his whole underbelly. However, regardless of what he did and despite the cutting blade, there was no blood coming out of him.
Yukimura had no time to be surprised, as he was distracted by a short thud that made him look up again. __ was lying lifelessly on the floor, her stomach opened completely.

Shaking his head in shock, he finally woke up, realizing that __ was embracing him, gripping his waist and shaking him. He smiled when seeing her worried, yet vivid face again that was so full of emotion and expression.


Saizo’s heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as he looked at __ kneeling before him, surrounded by several ninja, that were holding her arms behind her back. He tried to orientate himself, looking around, for anything that could save him from this situation. It was a dark forest, the trees seeming to close in with every passing second, making the night darker than it already was.
It was silent, not a single crow or chirping insect that could be heard. The only sound that broke the silence was the chesty voice of one of the masked men that stood next to those that were holding __. He said something of a secret that Saizo should tell them, a place? A name? He didn’t know. Actually he didn’t know about anything, just frowning and squinting his eyes, as if a terrible headache was haunting him.
Wanting to tell them that he had no clue or at least asking some questions that would serve to rescue __, Saizo had to note that no voice was escaping his mouth, regardless of how much he tried. After several attempts he finally guided his hand to his face, only to find that there was no mouth on the spot where it should normally be.
Getting impatient, once the men threatened to cut off her finger, if he decided to remain silent, __ started to scream.
“Saizo! Do something!”
With her next words her voice turned shrill in her throat due to desperation and dread.
“Just tell them already! SAIZO!”

This earspitting sound made him open his eyes, facing __ in the bedding next to him, who whispered, unlike her version in his dream. “Did you have a nightmare?..You were turning and groaning in your sleep.”
“Was I now?”, Saizo replied with a smile on his face, not answering her question. But indeed he was relieved, her breath in her whispering voice soothing like nothing else in this world.


Something was holding him in place, he couldn’t move, nor wave his arms, nothing, despite being free in fact. Toshiie couldn’t make out what it was, as the only thing he could see was the scene in front of him.
Several man were surrounding __, pushing her around between them, clearly doing things they shouldn’t be doing. He saw her desperate face, as she tried to steady herself, escape the touches of the men, but it was of no use. He tried to run, to move, wave his arms, but the only thing he could feel was the anger welling up inside of him, like a fire spreading through a lit cord.  
His rage was evidenced by his harsh words he spitted towards the men that didn’t hear a thing due to their own tumult.
“I’m hungryyyy~”
A familiar voice stopped Toshiie in his contumelious language, making him turn his head to the side. “Keiji?! KEIJI! KEIJI, GO AND DO SOMETHING DAMN IT!”
But said person didn’t seem to be bothered by what was going on, as he strode through the hall, skimming over his belly without a care in the world.
As if everything wasn’t stressful enough, __ started screaming, her voice tainted by constant wailing. “Inuchiyo, heeeelp!”
“Help me, Inuchiyo!” It grew louder and louder, more and more persistent, disturbing in his ears.

“INUCHIYO!”
Toshiie shook his head quickly, startled by a loud voice, awakening him.
“Finally! Everything alright?”, __ asked from her place next to him, quite startled and stressed herself. He was still trying to catch his breath, as she suddenly chuckled. “You’re really done with Keiji, aren’t you? Calling his name even in your sleep. Maybe you should dream of me this time?”


It was quite chilly on the hilltop, but still Hideyoshi was sweating due to distress. He could discern Hanbei, Nagaharu and __ below, the former suffering severely from all kind of wounds.
Hideyoshi could hear his coughing from here, more precisely from a few meters next to him. Confused he turned to learn where it came from and saw Mitsunari gazing into space and coughing, just like he was used to hear from Hanbei, with the exact same voice, the exact same tone. There was nothing and no one else, just an expressionless Mitsunari standing stiffly, not looking anywhere or reacting to anyhing.
Looking at the trio at the lower end again, he saw Hanbei hunching after every cough coming from Mitsunari and finally crumpling to the ground. Just as Nagaharu was lounging to kick him in his stomach, Hideyoshi wanted to turn around, to go back down and help his retainer.
However he couldn’t, as his feet refused to turn, forcing him to watch Hanbei die after having been brutally battered.
Meanwhile __ was desperately trying to hold Nagaharu back, only to be shoved aside constantly, kneeling next to Hanbei herself now.
As if something was hoaxing him, Hideyoshi found himself next to them in the very second Hanbei died, as if he was held in place until now, only to be released when he couldn’t have changed things anyway.
As soon as he was next to Hanbei’s corpse and a weeping __, Mitsunari and Nagaharu vanished, she lunged at him, clutching his armor from the front and shouting in his face.
“He is dead, Hideyoshi!! It’s because of you, it’s all your fault, Hide-”

“-YOSHI!”
The same voice, albeit much more compassionate and worried, awakened him from this nightmare. __ stroked his damp hair out of his forehead, wiping his tearstained cheeks with her sleeve. And even though she couldn’t steal away his grief completely, he felt much more at peace with her support.

Lightning kiss

Requested by @gotomarvelgal :


Cracking thunder, bright lightning… The works.. but I was terrified.I was wondering if you could do a short fluff one-shot with a reader in my same situation who ends up getting comforted by Bucky, who is already awake because of nightmares


Well… As part of my thank you for the 1.2k follower celebration I decided to take up that request of yours and write some Bucky fluff!


There is no description of the reader - so hopefully anyone, of any gender and any looks, so long as you find Bucky attractive can identify with the reader here. Hope you enjoy it!


Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some swearing.

Originally posted by lethal-desires

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Our First and Last (Ch. 5)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 2,231
  • Description: “It feels like I’m not alone. I know I’m not alone. But when I look around and there’s no one there.”

“Taehyung, you don’t understand, I almost exploded in there,” Jimin says as he takes a bite of his steak that Taehyung had neatly cut up into bite sized pieces and placed back on his plate.

Him and Taehyung were having their customary “date night”, eating out on a Friday evening after a long day of work. Today had been much like every other, the two psychologists went through session after session, cautiously navigating deeper and deeper into their patients’ minds and guiding them to healthier mental states. Both of them were very used to their jobs by now, but there were always tough patients, and Jeon Jungkook was undoubtedly one of them.

The restaurant atmosphere was relaxing, and the mood lighting made the aura quite romantic. The voices of other couples sitting at adjacent tables were drowned out by the light piano music playing in the background.

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Call it Heaven - Part 2

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Do I make you uncomfortable?

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader) 

You’re a Hydra weapon accidentally brought to life by Tony. Afraid and confused you forge a connection with the first person you see, never wanting to leave his side.

Words: 1898 Warnings: Swearing

An: Another one that took forever, hope it’s ok! :) 

Translations: Isus hristos, femeie/Jesus christ, woman | M-aș putea obișnui cu asta…taci. /I could get used to this…shut up/  | Orice ai spune/whatever you say

Tags: @namiheart, @lexbugz, @iamtheonewhocares, @goal-mine, @officialstegosaurus

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Sunlight leaked through the curtains casting a glow over the girl sprawled over his chest, her soft hair tickling his skin slightly and her legs tangled up in his. Her skin was so pale and soft and he remembered how she felt so good pressed against him last night, the kiss like nothing he’d felt before.

Pietro wanted to touch her so badly, kiss her and pleasure her. But he still didn’t know anything about her. What if she was dangerous? She was so vulnerable last night, it would feel like he was taking advantage. All he wanted at that moment was to stay with her and listen to her melodic voice that was pure heaven, it lulled the nightmare from his mind like a…

“Pietro?!”

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Cold Nights, Warm Hearts

requested.

genre: fluff :3

characters: min yoongi.

word count: 2423 (excuse any errors, i didn’t edit it jfksd)

thunderstorms. in need of someone.

a/n: this is one of the more recent requests i got, and idk i just kind of wanted to write it out :) i had a sudden surge of motivation but still @ the anon who requested this im really sorry for the shortness ;;;

Originally posted by cuddlesandcashmere

This fucking storm’s been going on for way too long now. 

You sighed, aggravated, wincing each and every single time a peal of lightning flashed against the silvers of your rattling windows and the gleams of white reflected on the curtains. The room was cold – much too cold. The peaks of blankets wrapped around you provided none of the warmth you needed, the yellow lights too dark, the hum of the city outside too dim, the quietness of your entire apartment much too suffocating as it slowly worked its way through to the center of the living room where you were currently situated in.

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Rain Drops

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Summary: After a tough day, the reader tries to relax one of the only way she knows how, not knowing that Sam’s worried for her.

“Raindrops on roses,” You kept humming to yourself as you perched on the edge of a rickety, wooden bench. You weren’t heavy by any means, but the slightest movement from you had the thing wobbling, and you weren’t sure how much longer it was going to last.

The thunder cracked overhead, attempting to draw your attention back to it and not the wooden bench that was trying to send slivers up your legs. You tilted your head, enjoying the cool, misting rain, seeing the lightning light up the sky before another crack of thunder shook the ground your feet were placed on.

You always loved storms, the power, the sounds that came with them. Along with the memories. Your mother loved the storms, always standing at the windows when they came, entranced with their forceful beauty. When they would scare you, she would hum her favorite song, attempting to calm you. But her attention was always on the storm.

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Request PT 2: MFW guys and MC reencounter her ex-fiancé

So. Many. People. Asked for this.
WHY.
FINE. THERE YOU GO KIDS. THE FIC YOU WANTED.
Minor swearing involved

Kunihiko:
“Well well well, who do we have here?”
Your ex-fiance’s cold, mocking voice pierces you through the heart as you walk out of the elevator. You hugged the folder closer to the sudden chill in your chest and try to ignore him. Makoto pulls away from the rest of the interviewees, and cuts in front of you with a sneer.
“You’re here for the interview too? Guess you really have nothing left since I left you, huh?” He reaches out for your chin and you jerk away sharply.
“It’s none of your business, Makoto.”
“Brave words for a poor little kitty, don’t you think?” His eyes narrowed with a smirk. “I could still use a mistress, if you’re still that desperate for a man.” His arm reached around for your waist and he yanks you closer. You hit him with the folder angrily and break away from him.
“Stop it, Makoto.”
“Kitty grew some claws, didn’t she?” He reached for you again and you cry out angrily.
“Don’t touch me!” You shove him away from you so hard you stumble backwards, losing your balance. Arms wrap around you and steady you on your feet. You look up. “Kunihiko!”
He wasn’t look at you, his eyes dark and glaring at Makoto, who suddenly looked very nervous.
“Mr. Aikawa.”
“I’m surprised you know who I am.” Kunihiko’s voice was icy. “Would you care to repeat what you have been insulting my fiancée with?”
Makoto looked terrified now, shifting pathetically on his feet as the violet eyes stared him down. You stare blankly at him, something similar to pity stirring in your mind. You looked away.
“________, are you alright?” Kunihiko’s eyes turn to you and you nod slowly.
“I’m ok.”
“Why are you here?” He put a hand on your arm, a casual, gentle touch that made your heart calm down. You smile a little.
“You left a folder at home.” You hold out the cream coloured file, thin and stamped for today. “I haven’t opened it, so I don’t know if you’ll need it. It’s dated for today, so I thought I should bring it over before I go to Lilly’s.”
“Thanks.” He grins at you. “Always so thoughtful.”
Kunihiko took the folder from you and opened it. He frowned and shut it again.
“Ah, I don’t need this anymore.” He looked up, straight at Makoto, and tore the paper folder in half. “I would like respectful people in my company.” Kunihiko patted your shoulder. “I need to get on with my interviews. I’ll pick you up for dinner later, alright?” You nod, a little stunned, as he walks off to his office again, beckoning for the first interviewee to enter, leaving Makoto to stare at his torn resume sitting upon the floor.

Ren:
The agent handed your passports back, and you take them, tucking both safely into your purse. The two of you passed the gate and Ren sits you down on one of the plush seats to wait for him as he went to send an email. Ren was going to bring you to his country for the sports competition that happened every four years. Royalty from other countries would be there too, and he found it to be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to everyone. As you smile with a twinge of excitement, you hear an all too familiar voice.
“________! What a surprise!”
You look up, your heart sinking as you see him making his way over to you in a stiff business suit and tie. Makoto smirks.
“Aw, look at you, poor dear.” He snickers as your darkened gaze. You wrinkle your nose a little as he nears, backing away from him. Makoto advances. “You’re crawling your way back to your parents? Guess you shouldn’t have moved out of your apartment and quit your job so early, eh?”
You stiffen and glare at him, clenching your jaw against his insults, trying not to let him have the satisfaction of successfully provoking you.
“Look at your pathetic little pout.” Makoto steps up to you and grabs your arm, wrenching you around to face him. “That’s all you ever do, huh?”
“Let go of me.” Your voice came out in a low, steady hiss. You notice a hint of surprise in Makoto’s narrowed eyes. He was clearly not used to you having a trace of fire in your meek submissiveness. With a sudden burst of pride, you remember how being with Ren had changed you. Makoto’s grip tightened on your arm painfully and you yank hard, trying to break free. “Let me go!”
“Get away from her.”
Makoto’s wrist was suddenly clenched in another’s hand, and you look to see Ren’s green eyes, uncharacteristically angry and fierce, boring into your ex’s stunned face.
“Let her go.”
“Sure, whatever.” His voice sounded uncertain. Ren released him and wedged himself between the two of you, tugging you protectively behind him.
Your ex rolled his eyes.
“Is this all you can come up with, _______? Seduce another man into protecting you? Friend, I’m telling you, she’s just a load of-“
Ren gave him a sudden, violent shove and he falls back onto the airport benches.
“Don’t talk about my fiancée like that.” Green eyes flashed angrily from the normally calm and collected face. You tug on Ren’s sleeve.
“Don’t get violent.”
He patted your hand.
“Get the hell away from us.” He snarled at Makoto. “Don’t ever come near her again. I wish not to get violent, but there’s a limit to how far my tolerance goes.” Makoto scowled and quickly fled the scene, not wanting to further tempt Ren’s temper.
Your fiancé turned to you and pulled you into his arms, clutching you firmly against his chest. You snuggle to him, enjoying his protective closeness.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhm. Thank you.”
“It’s my duty to protect you.” Ren kissed your forehead. “I will never let someone hurt you and get away with it.” His lips curved into a smile and you mirrored his tender look, feeling another rush of love for him.

Yuta:
It had taken Yuta a whole week to convince you to join him in this game show. They were running a couples’ theme this week, and you nervously step out to the poolside.
“Ah, here she is, the last one of our ladies to be introduced!” The host boomed over the microphone. “Aww, look at her! Yuta, your girlfriend is such a dear!” You walked shyly over to your boyfriend, and he gives you a big hug, wrapping you into his arms.
“Yuta!” You swat at him.
“Looks like she’s not quite used to affection on the big screen!” The host chuckles and Yuta grins.
“She’s not part of the entertainment business so she’s a little fidgety.” He tapped your nose with a finger and you blushed instantly. “But I have every bit of faith we’ll do well in the games today!”
You glance around at the other contestants, and suddenly your heart clenches. Standing beside a popular model was your ex-fiancé, Makoto. He smirked when he saw you and you saw his eyes darken with a look you really didn’t want to know about.
“Alright, ladies, go over to the other side of the pool!”
You go off with the other women, and see the staff set up a large floating stand in the center of the pool, topped with a heart shaped piece of plastic.
“Alright, fellas, it’s pretty simple! Get the heart, and bring it over to your partner! All of the other unlucky ladies, well, look up!”
There was a gasp in the ranks as you tossed your head back and saw the stands above you, with buckets of water prepared. The clinking of ice was probably not your imagination either.
*
An elbow dug against Yuta’s side.
“You’re seriously dating HER?”
Yuta chuckled with an angelic look on his face for the sake of the camera, disgust building up inside him at Makoto’s tone.
“You sound terribly disappointed. She’s lovely.”
“Do you even know how much of a mess she is in bed?” Makoto’s face was a friendly grin, his insults such a low hiss through his teeth the microphones couldn’t pick them up. “Never thought someone else would be so dumb to go for a slut like this.”
Yuta forced out a smile at him and listened to the whistle go off. The five guys launched themselves into the water at the crowds’ screaming.
You gasp as Makoto climbs onto the center platform first, followed quickly by Yuta. He turns and shoves Yuta back into the water before grabbing the heart and leaping off the plastic.
“YUTA!”
“Oh, and it looks like Yuta’s back in the water!”
You completely ignore Makoto as he advances towards his partner in the water, your eyes glued to Yuta in the mess of other men trying to catch up. Suddenly, Yuta climbs onto the platform and launches himself off, landing on Makoto’s paddling form and slamming him deeper into the pool. The dark haired man floundered under Yuta’s weight as your boyfriend laughed, a sparkle in his eyes as he straddled your ex, pinning the man face down into the water as he struggled. Yuta looked casual, as if this was some comedic effect instead of brutal revenge, and pried the heart shaped prize away. He let Makoto come up for a breath and smacks his head back down with a blow from the heart shaped plastic and climbed off, making sure to kick Makoto –somewhere- under the water as he paddled over to you.
“Here!”
He hurled it at you and you reach out to catch it, landing on your butt on the slippery surface, but cradling the plastic piece in your arms.
“Nice going there!” The host calls out and someone blows the whistle. Yuta climbs up onto the platform beside you and tugs you close to him by the waist. He presses a light kiss to your forehead and you blush again as the cold buckets come down on the other waiting partners.
“You looked really cool.” You whisper softly as he hugs you for the camera. “But wasn’t that a little mean?”
Yuta chuckled.
“It’s just for show, _______. That’s all you need to know.” You felt the cold pool water seeping through your dry shirt as he held you, but you giggled faintly at his voice.
“Did Makoto say something?”
“It’s just for show.” Yuta grinned with a glint in his eyes, patting your head. “Don’t worry bout it!”

GAH
Yeah, I took a scene from my fav TV show.
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Suicidal Thoughts - Newt Imagine
REQUEST: A girl working for wicked is sent to the glade early because Newt is becoming very suicidal and he isn’t responding well to the test and they need someone to guide him and put his mind out of the gutter because he is needed as the constant. – “We’re going to need Subject A16 in The Maze Headquarters ASAP.” An anonymous voice boomed from behind you, awakening you from your deep slumber. You felt your body unable to move, your eyes unable to open. Panic coursed throughout your body as you stuggled to defeat the barrier that held you against conciousness.“Nurse, anaesthetics.” Another voice ordered, adding to the list of people that you did not recognise. “Subject A16’s primary objection is to reassure and help Subject A5, ‘The Glue,’ who has continued to show signs of terminal thoughts and behaviour. Reactions to certain situations are continuing to display negatively and are a high priority to be altered.” The same voice that you had first heard explained, sounding as though they were reading it aloud.A slightly painful jab your left arm shocked you, and you soon enough felt a cool liquid enter your body.“Subject A16, if you are listening, there is one thing that we insist you remember.” The same voice said, this time, much closer to your ear. “WICKED is good.” The last few words repeated in your mind as you slowly faded into a world of unconsciousness. — Jolting forwards, you awoke with such a force that you were at a loss of breath. Your heart began to accelerate at such a pace, you felt as though it may burst at any second.  Where were you? Or better yet, Who were you? You were unable to remember anything, the slightest thought of not knowing where you were made bile rise from your stomach and up your throat. You attempted as best as you could to keep the acid down, and refrained a moderately calm composure. The darkness that completely surrounded you began to create a feeling of suffocation, and your breathing began to quicken at an alarming rate as you felt a panic attack surging through your veins. But when the, shall you say, “elevator” that you were in began moving, you felt an odd sense of relief to know that you weren’t going to be trapped in the small, confined room.  It began moving at a slow pace, still displaying no signs of any light whatsoever, and the thought still itched at your mind. The movement began to quicken, creating a grinding of metal sound that boomed within the small compartment. Alarms had now made an appearance, joining the eerie sound of the metal that grind against the walls. Each alarm flashed a bright red, and the sound they made only added to the intense panic that arose from within you.  Gaining a lot of speed, you remained in your seated position, worried that what waited at the top of your seemingly long journey may knock you back. As you predicted, all movement came to a quick and complete halt, not showing any signs of movement whatsoever.  Not a mere minute later, what looked like a roof began to open, as though it were two doors. Intense light clouded your vision, and you raised your hand to deflect the beams.  Numerous voices began to murmur from above, barely audible and not able to be seen due to your eyes not having adjusted yet. Slowly, you began to see figures of people, all unrecognisable when they came into full view. The voicers began to grow louder, sounding both alarmed and very surprised.  “No shuckin’ way.” One of them said. “This is buggin’ impossible.” Another added. “It’s a girl.” The last obviously stated. You studied them all, one by one, you began to notice a pattern; all of them were males. You were startled, when a tall boy with dirty blonde hair hopped into what you once thought was a room, but now resembled something more of a box. He looked at you with pure intensity, as though he were studying every tiny detail of your face. Not knowing what, or who, decided your next words, you spoke them at such a quiet tone. “Newt?” You asked, feeling so surprised at the fact that you didn’t even know your own name, but you knew who this boy’s was. As soon as the words left your mouth, the boy’s face drained of all colour. Suddenly, all the heads turned towards Newt, everyone feeling equally as confused and concerned.  “Maybe the two of you share the same name?” A voice chuckled, breaking the deadly silence. “Slim it, Winston.” Newt hushed the acne-ridden boy, earning a few snickers from the largely formed crowd. “H-how did you know my name?” He stuttered, clearly baffled. “I-I, don’t know,” You answered truthfully, you weren’t even aware of the fact that you were going to say his name in the first place.  “Newt,” A man with dark skin and a deep voice said, catching Newt’s attention. “Help her out, we need to get her.. settled in,” The boy, who you had assumed was the leader, instructed to Newt.  He replied with a small nod, still sharing the exact same look of fear he had when you first said his name. Nether the less, he hopped back up and out of the box, leaning over and extending a hand to pull you out with.  You hesitantly complied, feeling the stares of the group doing nothing to suppress your fear. “Well, uh.. Welcome to the Glade.” The man of which you did not know the name of said, “I believe we.. have a few issues that we may need to resolve.” — Two weeks had passed since you arrived at the Glade, and you had grown immensely close to Newt, as well as befriended a lot of other Gladers. The thought of you being the only girl to exist in the Glade did concern you a lot of the time, but most of the people were very friendly, so it tended not to bother you too much.  For now, you had been placed as a worker in the Fields, which you were completely fine with; anything was better than being a slicer. A lot of the time, you were able to see Newt, which really made you feel happy. He always tended to have a smile on his face when the two of you were together, and so did you.  On one particular day, you politely questioned Newt about his limp, asking if he needed to visit the Med-jacks. But he shrugged it off with hesitance, saying that he injured it a long time ago when he was a runner. You asked no further questions on the subject, feeling concern for Newt as he had been so hesitant with answering the question.  You attempted to lift the mood when you brought up the bonfire taking place tonight, and his face seemed to lighten at the thought.  “Come on, it will be fun,” You said, smiling “How would you know? You’ve never been to one.” Newt chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. “I just know it will be, okay? I’ve been helping Frypan out today and the food looks amazing. You have to come” You stated. Newt rolled his eyes in a joking manor, adding an “Okay,” As you jumped with excitement.  — The rest of the day seemed to roll by with ease, and you soon enough found that the Gladers were beginning to finish their work and help set up for the bonfire taking place soon. You decided to follow along, and surely, you found Newt helping with lighting the torches.  “You made it,” You smiled as you approached Newt. “I only work about a two minutes’ walk away, Y/N, It’d be pretty hard to miss.” He chuckled, earning a small hit on the chest followed by a laughed “shut up” from you. “Everyone, grab a torch!” Alby instructed, preparing to light up the bonfire. Everyone passed torches around to one another, all lining up at the outside of the bundle of wood.  “Light it up!” Alby yelled, and instantly, everyone threw their torch to the pit of wood, igniting it with such a force. Cheers and hoorays escaped the crowd, all overwhelmed with the feeling of joy.  As the night went on, the mood began to settle down, as did the fire. Some people were beginning to find their own places to sleep near the fire, and you and Newt had decided to do the same. Grabbing a couple of sleeping mattresses, the two of you found a spot that was away from most people, but still by the fire. The two of you laid in pure and utter bliss as you looked up at the night sky, wanting nothing more than this feeling to last forever. You felt yourself beginning to grow extremely tired, as did Newt. The two of you prepared for the deep slumber to envelop your bodies, but before anything, Newt looked at you, then looked down at your hand, slowly taking his and lacing fingers with yours.  You smiled at the sweet action, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you shuffled closer towards Newt, hand-in-hand, you lent your head into the crook of his neck, him doing the same. It completely fazed you that the two of you had only known each other for two weeks, because it honestly felt as though it had been two years to the least. “Thank you.” He whispered, surprising you as he placed a small, sweet kiss to your forehead, then added, “For saving me.“
Photographs [Blue Jacket Au] Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Blue Jacket AU, Multi-chaptered, Multi-one-shots
Pairing:
CAULSCOTT

She followed behind him slowly as they made their way to the pool entrance.

She was watching his back; he wasn’t as well built as the football players - he was pretty thin, even a bit thinner than Warren, but his shoulders were still pretty broad, and he was still a foot taller than her.

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The Painter

Summary: Jimin has lost his inspiration to paint, but he finds it again in an unlikely place, with an unlikely person.

Word Count: 2718

Rating: M

(This is my first fic, and my first smut, so cut me some slack please haha.)

Originally posted by sonyeondan

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Cuts & Scrapes, Smokes & Vapes - Final

A/N: Alright all you beautiful souls, here’s the last part. Took me a bit to think of a way for what I wanted to happen to flow, so I’m sorry it wasn’t up sooner. I also just started back to work (full time 9-5) yesterday, so I only have time at night to write.

Btw, I thought of a few ideas for a multichap sequel to this story set in the years between this and the previous chapter. Let me know if you’d interested in reading it. If so, I’ll start brainstorming right away :)

Thank you so much guys! 

Prompt: Gratitude

Rating: M — includes adult themes/actions as well as mentions of violence. NSFW.

Word Count: 2,773

Link(s): Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Bonus 1| Bonus 2

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The way she pulled at his hair was addictive.

It was the kind of pain that sent a shuddering wave of need through his body. It was a sensation that made his fingers curl and dig into her skin. It made the muscles in his jaw tense with an instinct to nip and suck at the nearest bit of flesh he could find. It overflowed his entire being with the need to bury himself within her that little bit more; that extra inch that would push her over the edge and into a state of bliss known only to those who have been worshipped by primal desire.

It made him go crazy. 

He pulled the shudders from her flesh with the tips of his canines, skimming over her salty skin. 

He drank the whimpers and moans that spilled from her lips. 

He breathed into her neck and gripped at the sheets, and he moved with a passionate, fiery greed.

And he watched her face as she released and convulsed, finding his own and relaxing with her. With her body in his hands, he rested above her breast, looking to find solace in the sound of her heart.

A heart that wasn’t beating.

“Lucy?!”

With a start he flew to his hands and knees, hovering over her and taking her face between his hands. Lips blue and muscles slack, it took Natsu a minute to realize they weren’t in his bed anymore.

In a heap on the ground of his battle arena, lay Lucy.

Dead.

Surrounded by spectators who were cheering, Natsu found himself screaming.

But no sound escaped his lips.

Looking around frantically for help—and finding none—Natsu’s brain wracked for a possible solution. Unconsciously, his hands found her heart, breathing life back into her, and beating her chest to spread it through her body.

“It’s too late.”

He continued his movements as his head snapped up to the looming figure of Acnologia.

“She’s gone,” he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve done well, Natsu.”

“No!” he yelled, “it was an accident. Call an ambulance for gods sake!”

Acnologia just shook his head, “Not a chance, boy. This is your payment for your freedom.

Looking down at Lucy’s lifeless figure, Natsu ran his hands through his hair and nearly ripped it from his roots. “If this is my payment, then I don’t want freedom!”

Acnologia’s dark chuckle echoed all around him.

“Too bad. Your toll has been payed.

“And I’m not giving it back.”

…..

A wrangled scream ripped from Natsu’s throat as he keeled forward in his bed, heart pounding a million miles a minute. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hugged his shaking form, trying to escape from Acnologia’s lingering voice.

Stumbling out of bed, Natsu trudged to the kitchen and stuck his head in the freezer.

Something she always teased him about.

The frosty air that spilled from the open door cooled his skin and calmed his nerves. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he shut the door to the freezer and pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge.

Chugging half the thing before sitting down at the table, Natsu took a look at the clock on the stove. 

6:23pm.

He’d have to get to work soon. He had a fight in an hour and a half.

Shaking the last of the nightmare off, the pinkette stood from his spot and wandered into his living room. Looking around at the empty space, Natsu couldn’t help but feel lonely.

As if to ease his aching heart, he felt a soft brush at the backs of his calves.

Smiling down at the blue cat, he bent down to pick the little guy up. Purring up a storm, Happy crawled up Natsu’s shoulder and into the pocket his scarf made, the rumbling of his chest massaging the fighter’s back ever so slightly.

Distracted by the feeling, Natsu was able to focus on packing up his bag for the night. Darting around the room, Natsu grabbed various wraps, bandages, creams and footwear.

He was about to head out the door when something caught his eye.

Beneath the table near his front door, lay a pink envelope.

His fingers enclosed around the envelope as he swapped the cat for the piece of paper. Happy sniffed at the little folded thing before walking away to find somewhere else to curl up. Natsu’s gut sank as he eyed flap, finally working up the courage to open it and read the contents.

Her familiar handwriting.

Hey Natsu,

Sorry we won’t be able to make it to your fight tonight, something came up. I’ll see you soon though!

I can’t wait to be free. Just the two of us.

I love you.

- Lucy

Thumbing the words tenderly, Natsu closed his eyes. Images of Lucy, bruised and blue beneath him plagued his mind, stripping any sense of peace he’d had. 

Setting the paper down, Natsu slipped out the door, pushing any remaining thoughts from his mind.

He had a fight to get to.

…..

He was off his game.

“This is too easy,” his opponent growled.

Natsu was facing off against a burly giant. Dark skin seemed to stretch to its limit over such large muscles with long blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Black eyes focused on his every move, but in this moment were twinkling with arrogance.

“I thought I would be going up against the Salamander tonight,” the guy boomed, throwing another punch at Natsu. This one to the gut sent him hurling back into the bungee cords. Stretching under his weight and the force, the ropes snapped back, sending him straight back at his opponent.

And into his fist.

Dry heaving his lack of stomach contents, Natsu managed to grit his teeth and respond to the guy.

“If I wasn’t off my game today, you’d be ash by now,” he croaked.

With an audible roll of the eyes, the giant tossed Natsu to the ground. Exhausted and haunted by the image of his love’s lifeless form, he nearly closed his eyes to give up.

Pink, gold, blue and black flashed out of the corner of his eye.

Ears perked up, and mind suddenly alert, Natsu listened to the shouts of the spectators. He still hadn’t gotten used to seeing them in seats around an enclosed ring. He’d spent so many years being thrown back at his opponents by people who wanted to see blood, it was still odd to him for them to not be close.

“Get him! C’mon Sally!”

Natsu jumped up onto his feet.

With a surge of adrenaline, Natsu came at the burly bastard, fists a-blazin’. Successions of punches and kicks, twists and dodges, blurred by so fast the guy barely had any time to react. He managed to block one or two, but the sheer amount of force behind Natsu triggering his pressure points left the man immobile.

Within seconds, the referee was calling a K.O. and raising Natsu’s hand in victory. The crowd erupted in cheers, drowning out the voice coming from the speakers. Natsu could care less though, his eyes scanned the audience for the colours again.

Couldn’t be what he’d thought.

Slightly deflated, Natsu forced a smile and went to step forward when his movements became restricted by a weight wrapping around his leg.

Twisting around to look down, all he could see was pink.

And his heart swelled.

Reaching down to pick up the small thing wrapped around his ankle, he suddenly forgot all about the dream. He forgot about what he’d done to Lucy, he forgot about the crowd surrounding him, he even forgot about the pain he was feeling—most likely a couple of broken ribs.

All he could focus on was the pink-haired, brown-eyed bouncing bundle of energy that was his beautiful daughter.

“SallyDaddy! SallyDaddy!” she giggled, waving her arms at her sides before lunging around her father’s neck. Tears streaming down his cheeks, the larger pinkette wrapped his arms securely around the girl’s small frame, holding her close.

“Nashi,” he breathed.

“Daddy,” she sighed, burying her face in his neck.

“She really missed you.”

Eyes flying open, Natsu couldn’t help the feeling that overwhelmed him.

A grin lighting up her features with golden hair framing her face and eyes alit with a joy he’d only seen when Nashi had been born, Natsu stood in awe of his beautiful wife. Like an angel, she’d flown back into his life when he’d needed her the most.

He closed the distance between them, claiming her lips. Ignoring the cat calls from the audience as he only drew her closer with a need that had been building within him for the past week.

He broke away.

“Thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow,” Natsu breathed, resting his forehead against hers. Eyes half lidded, he glanced down at her.

“Yeah, well…I wanted to surprise you.”

Nuzzling her nose, Natsu smiled, “Thank you, Lucy.”

Lucy just kissed him chastely, “Anytime.”

Their moment of course was interrupted.

Eeeeeeewwwwwww! Maaahmmy, Daddy staaahp!”

Giggling, Lucy lifted Nashi from Natsu’s arms, setting her on her hip. “Nashi, Mommy will kiss Daddy whenever she wants because she loves him. Okay?”

The little girl stuck out her lip, pouting as she crossed her arms. Even at the age of three she was the spitting image of Natsu, with nearly an identical personality to Lucy.

Securing an arm around Lucy’s waist, Natsu led her to the stairs. He wanted to get out of this arena as soon as possible. After a week away from the two of them, all he wanted was to curl up next to her.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

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