trunk raises

I can’t stop thinking about how Trunks travelled back in time, chopped up Freeza, blew up King Cold, and then popped open this freaking mini fridge full of cool pop and was like “hey everyone, sodas on me, help yourself”

Show Me Your Heart And I'll Show You Mine - Part 3

Parring: Bucky Barners X Reader

Word: 845

Warnings: nope

Summary: Soulmate!Au, what you write on your skin/wounds will show up on your soulmates skin. Reader is going off to meet her soulmate

A/N: I am done with my exams! It went like shit, but who cares? Because i am going to London on a few days! Let know what you think. Also, remember to check out mean my friend’s lgbt+ blog @rainbowadvices where i just posted about how i found out i bi

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“Is this really necessarily? “Will asked, looking at your stuffed trunk with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course it is! “Sabrina answered, throwing another shirt in there. “She is gone for a week, AND she is going to meet her soulmate, she has to be prepared for anything! “

“I don’t know” Will took a pair of hiking boots from the trunk and held them up. “I’m not sure they are going to be camping”

“You never know! “Sabrina snapped, while she took the boots from Will, and throw them back. Will started questioning every item Sabrina had packed, all while you just sat on your bed, watching your friends.

You were far too excited. All your life you had watched soulmates together, your friends had started to find theirs, while yours lived to far away for you to meet up. But now you had finally arranged something, and you were going to meet your soulmate in a few days. You had known him for years, he knew your deepest secrets, and you his. No, you weren’t nervous. Not at all.


All right, maybe you were a bit nervous.

“I’m not sure I can do this” You said, turning to Will and Sabrina. They sighed, it was the third time you had said that.

“I’m glad we came in good time” Will said, looking at his phone to check the clock.

“Listen, Y/N” Sabrina said, walked towards you, and took your hands. “He’s your soulmate. You’re meant to be, literally! You know him, he knows you, and he likes you for you. Besides, it’s not like it’s YOUR wedding, is it? “

“No” You answered, looking down at your hands.

"See? “Sabrina said and lifted your chin. “No reason to be nervous, he’s already madly in love with you”

You smiled weakly at her, before she pulled you into a hug. After that Will hugged you, for the third time, before you took a deep breath, looking at your friends.

“Wish me luck! “You said, giving them a last smile.

“Good luck” Sabrina answered, smiling soothing, before you turned around, starting to walk towards your gate.

“Go get him, girl! “Will said behind you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.


I think I may be running a bit late

The text appeared on your arm while you sat in the flight. Relief spread like a wave through your body. You knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that, but you were so nervous that it only could make you happy to have a little more time.

That’s fine

I’m on the flight

You smiled weakly as you wrote your reply. Even now, when you were so nervous you literally were shaking, he was still the same, and you still liked him.

Great, I can’t wait to see you

A wide grin spread on your face, and you let your head fall back, throwing your arm over your eyes. You could almost feel the couple beside you staring at you, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You were going to meet your soulmate. You were going to meet Bucky!


You took a deep breath, not being able to keep the smile off your face. Bucky had written instructions on how to get to the café where you were supposed to meet him, and you were currently waiting for the bus. It was different than what you were used to, and you probably wouldn’t be able to find your own nose if you were on your own.

The bus arrived, and you bought a ticket, finding a seat. You had made Bucky write a list of all the stops so you wouldn’t miss it. Every time they said the next stop you checked if it were correct, and how many there were left.


You were tapping your foot on the floor, your eyes not staying at the same place more than a few seconds. It was nice outside, but you didn’t notice.


The elder women in front of you hushed at you, making you stop tapping your foot. You then started to fiddle with the edge of your shirt.


Every time someone new came into the bus you wondered if it could be Bucky. You had never seen him, he could be anyone. He could be the one sitting a few seats behind you.


More people stepped into the bus, and a boy around your age sat down beside you. You ignored him, looking out of your window.


You pressed the stop button as soon as you could, and said to the boy beside you that it was your stop. He responded that it also was his, and when the bus stopped you both got off.

You turned your head, looking for a café named Coffee time. It was apparently Bucky’s favourite café, and he wanted you to try it out.

You finally spotted it when you saw the boy from the bus walking towards it on the other side of the street. You took a deep breath, and walked towards it.


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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.2

Now that I technically have a two week break, hopefully updates will come faster.  To the anon who suggested a beach date, I hope this lives up to your expectations.

Thanks for reading guys, I really appreciate it. Love youuu

The end of 7 years may be approaching soon.

What are your thoughts on this part?

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“Let’s go out again.” Jungkook’s head rose from his desk and he stared at you as you stood in front of his desk, hands on your hips.

“You want to go on another date? Sure. Where though?” You sat down on the desk in front of his and placed your hands on your lap.

“Well, since we’re literally on the verge of summer, it’s gotten hotter so we should go to the beach.” His eyebrows rose at your suggestion before he slowly nodded his head.

“Okay, I can borrow Namjoon Hyungs car and drive us down there.”

“You can drive?” A small smirk spread on his lips at your question, and you in turn raised an eyebrow.

“Kind of. Hyung taught me, I just don’t have a ‘real’ license.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you stood from the desk, lightly smacking him on the head. “How do I know you won’t end up crashing the car? I don’t want to die.”

A boyish chuckle escaped him and he rested his head on his arms once again, closing his eyes.

“I’d never hurt you let alone kill you. Just trust me on this one.” Still a bit worried, you bit your lip before turning around.

“Oh and Y/N?” When you turned back to look at Jungkook, he had his eyes open again, eyebrows drawn together. He reached out and tugged your skirt lower down your legs.

“There’s a shit ton of perverts in this school. I don’t like when they look at you like you’re a piece of meat.”

Overprotective much? Not that you minded.


You had arranged to go to the beach on your next school break which was convenient since it was only two weeks later. When the Monday of your date rolled around, you found yourself eagerly packing your bag for the day out. Jungkook had said to be ready at 11am which was only a mere hour away. You threw in all the necessites needed for a day at the beach and double checked your outfit for the day.

A black crotchet halter top paired with a plain white skirt that stopped mid thigh and a large thin cardigan that reached down to your knees. Obviously you were wearing your swimming costume underneath to save time when you arrived at the beach. Your phone vibrated when a new message came through and you glanced at the screen, seeing that Jungkook was waiting for you outside. Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you headed downstairs and bid your family goodbye before slipping on your flats and exiting the house. Judging by the heat you were immediately  hit with, you had picked the perfect day to go to the beach.

A honk caught your attention and you spotted Jungkook sitting in a white convertible BMW. Jogging towards the car, you couldn’t contain your surprised face as you opened the passenger door and slid into the seat next to him.

“Namjoon drives a BMW?” He glanced at you before returning his attention back to the window in front of him, slowly driving out onto the road.

“Not really, it’s his but he doesn’t really use it… I guess he’s trying to keep it as new as possible since it took him ages to save up for it.” Jungkook then reached to his side without taking his eyes off the road and handed you an iced tea from your favourite café.

“It’s hot so I bought you a drink.” You smiled at his thoughtful gesture and thanked him, gratefully taking the drink and sipping on it whilst staring at his unchanging face. Since the drive there would be at least an hour and a half, you passed the time by making small talk and before you knew it, Jungkook was parking the car in a parking lot. Grabbing your things, you stepped out of the car and stretched. Jungkook had taken a beach umbrella out of the trunk and begun raising the roof and locking the doors whilst you took it upon yourself to look for a spot. Not many people were out today so there was plenty of spaces available. Settling for one in between the ocean and the food stand, you gently placed your towel on the ground and sat down. Jungkook stabbed the bottom of the umbrella into the ground, providing you with relief from the sun.

“Are you not going in the water?” Laying back down on your towel, you glanced up at Jungkook’s confused face before giving him a slight smile.

“Now’s the perfect opportunity to try and get a tan. I’ll go in later.” Shaking his head at your reply, he stripped his shirt off and laid himself down next to you. You tried your hardest to not ogle at his defined abs.

“You’re not even going to change into your swimsuit?”

That would have been a smart thing to do.

You smiled sheepishly and shimmied out of your skirt, pulling your cardigan and top off to reveal your black and white striped two piece. Jungkook didn’t say anything and instead gave you a half smirk to which you shook your head in amusement. Slapping on a layer of sunscreen, you laid back down and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were like that for but a sudden shadow that cut off the only light you had made you open your eyes again. A girl stood before you with a slightly embarrassed face.

“Um, sorry to bother you but would you and your friend like to join me and my boyfriend in a game of volleyball? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She kind of reminded you of Areum which caused a smile to grow on your face before you nodded enthusiastically. She returned your smile with a grin before she headed back in the direction she had come from. Turning to Jungkook, you were slightly shocked to see he had fallen asleep.

Well, you did kind of ignore him in favour of a tan so it’s no wonder he fell asleep with no one to talk to.

Crawling towards him, you placed a hand on his cheek, lightly tapping. His eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed your wrist but made no move to remove your hand. Sighing, you bent down and placed a kiss to his forehead which caused him to shift slightly.

“Kookie? Come on wake up. Let’s play volleyball.” His eyes slowly opened at the mention of volleyball and he rose up from his position in the sand, running a hand through his hair. Blinking a couple of times, he then lent forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder, snaking his arms around your waist.

“Volleyball…?” His raspy voice made goosebumps rise on your skin and you patted the back of his head, encouraging him to lift his head. When he did, he stared at you with half closed eyes and a drowsy smile on his face.

“With who?” You pointed in the direction the girl had went and he followed your finger to see the couple standing before a net a little ways away, smiles on their faces. Rubbing his face, he stood himself up and grabbed your hand, hauling you up too.

“Fine but there’s not going to be any real competition. You’re dating the golden maknae so my skill has rubbed off on you.” He began to walk in the direction of the net with you following closely behind, hands still joined together.

“I’m going to assume your calling me golden and take that as a compliment for your own good.” You could tell he was smiling without even having to look at his face. Upon arriving, the couple greeted you and introduced themselves as Seo-Jun and Ha-Yun.

“You two are dating right? That’s great! A battle of the couples then.” You grinned at Ha-Yun’s words whilst Jungkook looked out towards the sea, nodding his head with a blank look on his face. Settling on your side of the net, you watched with anticipation as Seo-Jun served the ball and Jungkook immediately sprinted forward, jumping up into the air and smacking it down on the other side of the net. You stood there in absolute shock at the speed and power he delivered and it seemed your opponents were just as shocked because Ha-Yun’s mouth had dropped open whilst Seo-Jun’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

At this point you knew without a doubt Jungkook could carry your team on his shoulders with no help at all.

But you happened to be extremely competitive too, not to mention now that you were dating the 'golden maknae’ you had a status to uphold.

“1 point to Jungkook and Y/N. Definitely did not see that coming.” Seo-Jun nervously chuckled and Ha-Yun blinked a couple of times before regaining her composure. Readying yourself for the next point, you tied your hair up in a high ponytail and made eye contact with Jungkook, to which he gave you a quick nod. Ha-Yun served this time and Jungkook watched as  you bounced the ball back over. Just as it was making its way back to your side, Jungkook took the chance to earn your team another point. It was at this point where the opposing team seemed to take Jungkook’s skills seriously. Seo-Jun too, began scoring points and you had to refrain from jumping out of the way of the incoming ball. He was a lot stronger than you had initially thought.

The match continued on like this for at least twenty minutes before you and Jungkook had taken the lead. He seemed to be impressed with how you were currently playing and you couldn’t deny that made you feel proud of yourself. The ball was served by Seo-Jun once again and Jungkook moved forward, preparing himself to score yet another point. However, he tripped right when his hand made contact with the ball and sent it flying straight up into the air. Scrambling up he glared up at the ball before he motioned for you to get closer to him. Hoping you understood what he intended for you to do, you jogged forward before placing a hand on his shoulder whilst he lifted you up, sending you into the air and you slapped your hand down on the ball. Whizzing past Seo-Jun, you watched as Ha-Yun attempted to return the ball but ultimately fail. Luckily Jungkook hadn’t actually thrown you all that high so he easily caught you, placing you down on the ground.

“That was amazing! It was like something out of a movie!” Ha-Yun gushed over your improvised move and you grinned back at her, Jungkook shaking hands with Seo-Jun.

“That was a great game. We should play again sometime.” Jungkook nodded, a small smile spreading in his face. When you parted ways, exchanging contact information with Seo-Jun and Ha-Yun, Jungkook turned to you and grabbed your hand, leading you back to your spot on the beach.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to pull a move like that off.” Laughing, you peered into his face.

“Well what did you think I was going to do?” Shrugging his shoulders, he brushed off the remaining bits of sand from his trunks. Taking two cold water bottles out of the cooler bag, you handed him one and went on to gulp down half of your own bottle, watching him do the same. He wiped his mouth with the back of this hand before replying.

“I don’t know, bounce the ball in my direction?”

“I’m not that incapable.” It was his turn to chuckle now and he threw his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the sea.

“We should celebrate by getting wet.” Rolling your eyes, you stopped in front of Jungkook, poking him on the bicep. There was more muscle than you had expected.

“That was so uncalled for.”

He smirked before staring straight at you. “I really couldn’t pass up the chance to say that. Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

He proceeded to shove you backwards and you stumbled a good distance back, regaining your footing. You had ended up waist deep in the water.

“Wow, how did I not see that coming? Typical beach move.” Deciding to take revenge, you began to march through the water towards him. You hadn’t even made it three steps before you stepped on a massive clump of seaweed, effectively making you slip backwards and disappear underneath the waters surface. When you managed to get back up,  Jungkook’s distinct laughter was what you heard and your face burned crimson.

“Now that was anything but typical.” Jungkook then walked into the water and when he noticed you were still vexed, he grabbed the sides of your face and lowered his head down to kiss you. When he released you, your annoyed expression was replaced with a delighted smile.

“Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest!” Your suggestion made him raise an eyebrow.

“What are you, five?” Although he seemed to question your childish idea, he began counting down and you both dunked your head underneath the waters surface.

In the end, Jungkook had won and requested two more rounds. You goofed around for about two hours and then you found yourself lying by the shore on the sand, staring up at the sky.

“It’s going to rain.”

Turning his head in your direction, Jungkook gazed at the side of your face in fondness.

“Should we go then?”

Releasing air from your nose, you continued staring up at the grey clouds that were approaching.

“No… we’re already wet anyway.”

He didn’t reply and instead continued eyeing you. When the first couple drops of rain had fallen, you shifted your body onto its side and faced Jungkook, returning his gaze with as much tenderness as he was showing.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you when we got here. It wasn’t intentional.”

His eyes closed a little and a soft smile he only ever showed to those close to him grew on his face. The warm drops of rain began to fall heavier, however, you made no move to get up.

“I know. Don’t worry I wasn’t feeling neglected or anything.”

A relieved smile soon spread on your lips and you brought a hand up to his face, resting it on his cheek.

“Besides that fall you had made up for it anyway.” Your face darkened and a glare settled on your face.

“I hope you catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind as long as you catch one too. Besides, you would have to take care of me.”

“No I wouldn’t. I’d just send Jin over in a pink frilly apron to torment you. He is the mother of the group after all.”

“If you do that I’ll make you sit through Jimin and Taehyung’s English.” A distant memory of Taehyung and Jimin discussing the word 'beach’ in English crossed your mind and you shivered at the thought.

“Now that’s just plain evil.”

Your conversation ended there and a comfortable silence settled. At least twenty minutes later you decided that you should leave and you stood up, grabbing your things and finding the changing rooms and showers. After ten minutes, you reemerged sand free and changed. The rain had become a light drizzle and Jungkook was leaning against the wall outside of your stall. He motioned in the direction of the car with his head and you hoisted your bag further up your shoulder, trailing behind him.

Once you were both inside the car, you gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for driving out here.”

“My princess is grateful? That’s a first.”

“Don’t make me take back what I said.”

“I’m just teasing. You’re welcome, Y/N.”

He ruffled your hair affectionately with one hand, his other still on the wheel and his eyes trained on the road. Smiling to yourself, you turned your attention to the window, watching the buildings pass by.

Looks like you were safe in a car with him for now.

Prompt #97: Are you trying to flirt? because you're embarrassing yourself.

Written for @marcella-duchamp


Bulma juggled a bowl of popcorn and drinks into the living room, carefully setting them on the table. “Trunks!” she called up the stairs, wiping her brow, “come on and let’s start the movie!”

“Coming, Mom! ” Trunks levitated down the stairs quickly, blowing past his mother. He plopped down on the sofa and grabbed a handful of popcorn, delighting in the buttery salty goodness. Finally he got a good look at Bulma and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so dressed up to watch a movie, Mom?”

Bulma looked down at her black turtle neck dress that hugged her curves tightly. She smiled, moving a piece of her bangs out of her eyes. “Well son, your father is coming back from training with Goku today, and I wanted to look nice for him. Do you notice your mother’s new hair cut?”

Trunks nodded, stuffing the last kernels in his mouth before reaching for more. “You like nice, Mom, but why are you doing this all for Papa? You know he doesn’t care about things like that.”

Bulma frowned and placed her hands on her hips, standing right in front of her young son. “Trunks Briefs, you take that back! I’ll have you know that your father loves when I look beautiful.” She placed a hand to her chin, a conceited expression stealing her face. “He only wants the best as a Prince, you know.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” Trunks scratched his head, commenting mentally on how strange he thought adults were.

“You’ll understand someday, son, ” she replied before the sound of the back door interrupted her. Perking up, she smoothed out the front of her dress and straightened her hair. “Speaking of the devil…”

Vegeta strolled in through the living room, stopping at the sight of his wife and son. He bounced his gaze around to both of them, a question lingering in his brows. Finally he settled his glare on Trunks. “What did you do now, boy?”

Trunks raised his hands defensively, popcorn falling to his lap. “I didn’t so anything this time, Papa, I swear!”

Vegeta nodded, turning to Bulma. “Why do you guys look so strange?”

“Strange?! ” she shouted, prompting Trunks to cover his ears, “is that what you say to your beautiful wife when you haven’t seen her in so long?”

“Hmph,” Vegeta said, crossing his arms, “I see even six months doesn’t strip away your vanity.”

“You love it hun,” she walked closer to him, placing a hand to his shoulders, “so, do you notice anything different?”

He studied her, taking in her pretty face and delicious curves. “New outfit and hair?”

Bulma beamed, smiling snarkily at Trunks. “See? And what do you think, Vegeta?”

Vegeta felt his forehead go damp. He hated when she made him so this. Earthlings were so peculiar in their way of giving compliments. He distinctly remembered his father giving his mother the head of someone who insulted her attire one evening, and she had practically thrown herself at him all night during dinner. Simple. Bulma required too much of his brain.

But he knew the consequences of he didn’t comply to feeding her ego, and he would avoid that headache.

“Your haircut doesn’t make me angry when I look at–”

“NO! “she cut him off, glaring at him.

He took a deep breath. "That dress is impractical, and I don’t see how it can protect you, but perhaps—”

“Absolutely not!”

Jesus, what did she want from him? “That black marker you put around your eyes is enticing–”

“—There you go! –”

“—It looks like you were in a serious fight. ”

Trunks chuckled on the couch while Bulma growled. “I’m sorry, are you trying to flirt? Because you’re just embarrassing yourself!”

“Papa, ” Trunks interjected, “do you remember the last movie Mom forced us to watch?” Bulma turned to glare at him and Trunks cleared his throat, correcting himself. “I mean, the last movie we all enjoyed as a loving family?” Bulma smiled, satisfied.

“What about it? ”

“Well,” Trunks shrugged, “don’t you remember what that old dude did in the end? To make the woman love him?”

“I thought we told you to close your eyes on that part! ” Vegeta roared.

“ B-before that part! ” Trunks chuckled nervously, “the big speech that he gave. The one you said was silly.”

Vegeta chewed over his lip in thought. Oh, so that was what she wanted. He cleared his throat and turned to Bulma wrapping his arms around Bulma’s waist. “Woman,” he said, his tone dropping several octaves, “you are the most ethereal creature I have ever seen. And even though you constantly change your hair like you change underwear, I love each style that you choose. I especially love that you no longer wear that atrocious birds nest like when we first met—”

“You’re pushing it, Vegeta. ”

“Let me finish!” He raked his eyes down to her frame, smirking. “And that dress is practically painted on and it’s making me want to send the boy to his room. One look at you in this and I know that we’ll need to soundproof this entire street. You’ve done well to satisfy my manly needs.”

Bulma giggled like a school girl while Trunks groaned loudly. Leave it to his father to overdo something, considering that the man in the movie had only called the woman ethereal.

“It’s a little far fetched but I’ll take it, ” Bulma replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips gently, giving him compliments about how form fitting his training suit was.

Trunks grabbed the popcorn bowl and left the living room, disgusted. “You guys have a bedroom, you know!”

“Shut it boy!” Vegeta called after him.

Trunks headed to the kitchen to phone Goten, hoping Chi Chi would agree to letting him spend the night. There was no way he was staying at Capsule Corps tonight.

Welcome Back **Cedric Diggory x Reader Request**

It’s me back with another Cedric request bc I just love him so much. I was wondering if you could do a story that revolves kind of around the idea of Brad Paisley’s Meaning Again? Where the Reader has to go on a trip for some reason and Cedric’s just counting down the days until she gets back and then she does and he’s just supremely happy and smothers her in kisses/hugs/whatever works. Idk I think it’d be cute and that you’d do it wonderfully!

@inkstainedfanfics  I hope you don’t hate this!!! lol Sorry it’s so short! Enjoy my lovely! xxx 

At the train station, Cedric helped you carry your bags to your compartment. You clung to his other arm, holding tightly afraid of letting go. The pair of you haven’t been separated for this long in years, and for good reason. The train doors opened next to you, signally that good-byes were due. As you wrapped yourself tighter around his arm, Cedric bent to the side to place your bags down on the platform. He turned and took hold of your shoulders, forcing you to stand in front of him rather than being suctioned to his side. Holding you at arm’s length and stared at you. Everything about you was more than perfect in his eyes and he took advantage of every second to memorise your physicality’s. He could see the tears starting to form as you bit your bottom lip as you always did when you held back your emotions. A smile couldn’t help but appear on his face. Cedric placed a firm thumb on your chin and a finger rested underneath, pulling your gaze up to his.

“C’mon. C’mon now. No tears. Y/N, it’s seven days…a week! Just one single week. You’ll be back here before you know it.” You push aside his arms and collide into his chest. At impact, he makes an audible groan and chuckles to himself. His hand instinctively runs down the length of your hair and his other arm wraps you in close. Taking a deep breath in, you both cherish the scent of each other.

“I know. I will just miss you being around.” You move your hand to run your sleeve across your face, rubbing away the evidence of your sadness. A laugh escapes your lips as you look up at Cedric. “You probably are dying for me to go so you can get the bed all to yourself.” Cedric joins in with your humor.

“Well you know, it’ll be nice not fighting for the covers.” He lowers his face to yours, giving you a kiss to last you until you get back. The train hummed with its last entry signal and the kiss was cut short. Quickly, you turn to the side and pick up your bags.

“I guess I’ll see you next week. Don’t miss me too much, you know between all the quidditch and guy time you’ll have.” Cedric couldn’t help but laugh. You definitely knew him too well. 

The train doors closed and he stepped back a couple paces, waving his goodbyes. When the train was out of sight, Cedric looked down at his watch. Seven days started now.

“Brilliant” He smiled.

Cedric arrived back to your shared home and stared at the queen size bed, his hands on his hips as if he had just stuck a flag in the mattress and had claimed it as his own. Flipping the sheets back he wiggled himself into the middle of the bed and stretched his arms out beside him. He felt so free and a massive grin also stretched it’s way across his face as he laughed into the darkened room. The sounds of the laugh died around him and he listened to the silence of the house. Not a creak or shift of the house could be heard and Cedric noted it was way too quiet. Where was your constant rustling next to him or your arm reaching over to wrap yourself in his embrace? Cedric rolled onto his side, facing the side of the bed you normally inhabited. There was no mound filled with a person, just a flat plateau of nothing. Cedric rolled to the other side and closed his eyes tight. Mere seconds later they flung wide open. How was he supposed to get any sleep when he couldn’t feel you lying against his back. He flopped again onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. This was going to be the longest seven days he had ever endured.

Seven days…

It was only S E V E N DAYS…. 

Nothing got better as the days slowly dragged along. Cedric tried everything to distract himself from noticing your absence with anything and everything he could think of. Quidditch, without you there to annoy, didn’t have the same appeal and he found himself aimlessly flying around your house, not having a purpose. His snitch getting bored and eventually putting itself away. On day 5 he tried to go out with friends, but watching other couples out and about made Cedric sick to his stomach. He couldn’t believe at the impact you had on him. How much he depended on your presence to help him with his day to day living. The fact that he hadn’t slept in days because in every position he felt your absence. The weightless sleep of not two bodies but one single and lonely body drove him mad. Everyday he found himself staring at the clock and determining how many days, hours, minutes and seconds were left until you were in his arms again. What was brilliant about this? He thought. He had hoped for a fun bachelor filled week and yet he was more miserable than he had been in a long time. It had felt as if a Dementor had been following him around and you were his patronus, so enlightening and filled with elated happiness.

“My girlfriend is coming home today.” Cedric told the muggle cab driver. His face couldn’t glow any brighter or it might have blinded the cab driver. The man used the rear view mirror to look back at Cedric in the back seat. His hair was severely unkempt and wild just like his clothes. The bags under Cedric’s eyes were heavier than most of the luggage the man stored in his trunk. The man raised his eyebrows to acknowledge his statement. “Yeah, she’s been gone for seven days. Seven loooonnnggg days.” The tiredness in his voice made it quiver slightly and it took all Cedric’s strength to not fall asleep as the cab tossed and turned in a soothing rhythm. “But she’ll be back today and all will be right with the world.”

The train station was abnormally busy but Cedric had only eyes for you. His glazed over eyes and scanned through the crowds of people. His heart was pumping so fast that it almost felt like a butterfly had taken its place, fluttering around his in chest. He couldn’t decide what he had missed more, your one of a kind smile or those Y/E/C eyes that with a stare could drive him mad. Though the questioned answered itself when he saw a flash of you across the room. First he saw that gorgeous stare and then that smile spread across your face.

You saw Cedric from the other side of the train station and you were overjoyed to see him. As soon as your eyes met you could see him start to make his way over to you, almost plowing people down in the process. Wow… he’s very eager… you think as you wait for him to reach you. He doesn’t slow down as he gets closer and you almost want to back away, afraid of being run over. Instead he collides into your body, instantly grabbing you into the tightest embrace. His lips already covering yours and moving tenderly into a passionate kiss. You sink into his arms and against his lips and run your arms along his and around his neck. After sometime you try to break off the kiss, only to have Cedric pull you back.

While you were enjoying the attention, you were shocked by the sincerity he was displaying. Where was the sarcastic child who asked you to stay away longer so he could go to a quidditch match. You pulled away and help him at arms length and get a good look at him. The bags under his eyes were more noticeable in the bright light of the station and his pale skin seemed more ghostly than usual. 

“Cedric? Are you okay? You look terrible.” He manages to move closer to you, trying to hold you and memorise your body once more, as if you had changed so much in these days apart.

“I couldn’t sleep without you, Y/N. Even with all the blankets, I need you constantly being all over me. Qudditch isn’t even any fun without you there, I hate that you weren’t there to distract me. I felt like I was floating on a broom without purpose, there was no snitch to catch because…that’s you. You are my snitch.” You can’t help but laugh out loud at his corny line. “Okay… Okay… I’m a little sleep deprived but without you there… life just lost all meaning.” Those words instead of tickling your funny bone, touched your heart and made you smirk with admiration for this man. You take his hand and rub a thumb along his hard knuckles.

“Well then, let’s give your life meaning again, shall we?” You nod to the exit and Cedric bends over and picks up your bags. He lets go of your hand and wraps a protective arms over your shoulders.

“Brilliant… except do you think we can take a nap?”

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice-Prelude

Pairings- Loki Laufeyson x reader

This is the prelude to a Loki x Reader mini-series that I’ve had planned out for a long time, which I was initially going to post on AO3. Feedback is really, really appreciated and so are any requests or ideas for this series. Basically, I’m begging for feedback.

Plot- Loki takes on an apprentice, but finds himself getting strangely attached to her over time.

Takes place before the events of Thor.

(y/n)- Your Name

(f/c)- Favorite color

It was his refuge- his, and his alone.

   He fancied he was the only one to ever come to these woods-ever since they were children, he and every other Asgardian had been warned of the dangerous dark magic that was rumored to enchant the woods.

   It was just an old wives’ tale, he now understood. His magic was mature enough to detect other kinds of magic and their presence, and he had long since realized that the woods weren’t home to dark magic. They were simply dark, dark as in they didn’t allow much light to penetrate their thick canopy of trees.

  But almost nobody else had the ability to detect magic as such, and the story kept people away.

   And so the woods were Loki’s refuge. The one place where he could have some real alone time.

  The day had been quite unpleasant- he had had to put up with constant ribbing from his oaf brother and his stupid friends, the Queen was busy planning an upcoming ball and had no time for him, and the Allfather….well, he never had any time for his younger son.

 So he was here, in the heart of the woods, with nobody to bother him. His only company was his pet raven Aren, perched on his shoulder as he leaned against a wide tree trunk, playing with illusions in his hands.

  Then Loki sat up straight-his keen ears had picked up a noise that surprised him.

  “Aren,” he said cautiously, “do you hear someone…crying?”

  Aren turned his head to one side as if listening.

Picking himself up, Loki followed the sound a little deeper inside the woods. As he drew nearer, he began to sense something. Magic.

  He found himself drawing near to a clearing, where a maiden was sitting cross legged in the middle with her back turned to him. She appeared to be sobbing and ripping out tufts of grass angrily.

   Suddenly, as if she sensed his presence, she turned around. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, but her countenance was angry.

   “Who are you?” she demanded, getting to her feet while her hands glowed with (f/c) magic.

  Loki leaned against a tree trunk, raising an eyebrow.

 “You don’t know who I am?” he asked, a little amused.

  She eyed his royal garb, then scoffed.

“You’re some big-headed nobleman, I suppose,” she said sourly. “I care not for you lords, leave me be.”

  “I would, but it doesn’t please me to do so,” Loki replied carelessly- but his interest had been piqued by the strong magic he could feel within her. And somehow, also by her rudeness.

   “I wish to know who you are, impertinent girl,” he continued.

She opened her mouth to reply, but was distracted by Aren flapping down to sit on Loki’s shoulder- he had flown up to a tree when she had turned around.

  “Is that bird yours?” she asked, the anger gone from her face in an instant, replaced by curiosity.

  “Mm,” said Loki. “You have not yet answered my question.”

“I answer to no one,” she said, scowling. “Not even the likes of you.”

“Wouldn’t you answer even to the King and Queen?” he asked innocently.

  “Not unless I felt like it,” she muttered.

Foolish girl. She could get into big trouble for her coarse words-but as long as he felt vaguely entertained, she was safe, and vaguely entertained he felt.

   “I suppose you wouldn’t answer to either of the princes then, either,” mused Loki.

  “No,” she shot, “but I might answer to the younger one.” This last part was mumbled, and obviously she had not meant for him to catch it, but he did.

  “What was that now?” he asked, stepping forward with a small grin. “You might answer to the younger prince? Pray, do tell why you deemed him fit for such a privilege as your cooperation.”

  She flushed a bright red, but answered with her chin up. “I have heard he is a powerful sorcerer. I respect sorcerers.”

   “You are one yourself, I see,” Loki said with a nod to her hands, who were still glowing faintly.

  Something about the comment seemed to remind her of her initial misery; she clenched her jaw, but tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked them back furiously.

  “Where do you study magic?” Loki asked, paying no attention to the fact that she was liable to start sobbing any moment.

  “I don’t study magic,” she said. “My family does not approve. I taught myself some from books.”

  Loki felt a pang. He could commiserate, of course, he had been through that- the Allfather was most displeased when he had announced he was going to choose magic as his area or expertise.

  “You have no master to train you,” said Loki, genuinely feeling sorry for her.

  “No, I don’t,” she said, her tone snappish all of a sudden. “Now, if you’ll give me leave, I must go. It is remarkably foolish of me to stand around talking to some stranger.”

  “And if I don’t give you leave?” he asked.

   “I shall leave anyway,” she said, and turned. Or, tried to. Her feet were fixed to the ground, bound there by magic that glowed green around her ankles, and at Loki’s fingertips.

  A blast of (f/c) energy was thrown at Loki- it was a clumsy, amateur move. he deflected it with relative ease, but the quantity of energy she had thrown at him impressed him.

  “Calm down,” he said. “You said you would answer to the younger prince? Well, I hold you to your word. You must answer to me- I am Prince Loki.”

  Her eyes widened in momentary shock, followed by a look of discomfiture. 

 “Oh,” she said.

  “Now, girl, what is your name?” he asked.

“(y/n),” she replied, sounding resigned.

  “(y/n),” he said, “your magic is powerful. Have you never received any formal training?”

  She shook her head. “My aunt and uncle, whom I live with, detest magic. I have been forbidden to practice any sort of sorcery. They found my few books on the subject today- the books were promptly burnt.”

 Perhaps that’s why she was crying. If Loki had only a few books on magic and they were burnt, he would tear the palace down.

  “My sympathies.”

She had more than just his sympathies. She had his attention. His interest. Her aunt and uncle would soon have his ire.

 The magic binding her feet released her.

  “Do you wish to study magic?” he asked.

  “Very much,” she replied.

 “Good. Follow me.”


John x Reader

Requested by Anon

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“I’m not going.” John told you as you finished getting ready and waited for him to head to the car.

“Really?” You said irritably, hands on hips as you waited for him to move.

“Yeah, i’m not going to see your parents, you can go.” He said before taking a drag from his cigar.

“In the car or I put you in the trunk.” You said quickly, raising your eyebrows when he looked at you to see if you were joking.

Dear Evan Hansen: Enough

Connor and Evan are going through the process of becoming friends. And it looks like things are working out. 

Words: 3,035

Hanging out was a phrase almost unheard of to both Evan Hansen and Connor Murphy. But since signing his cast, the duo felt some type of connection. They were one in the same lonely spirit. So maybe they could use a bit of time together. 

They walked home together the first time. Clouds drifted overhead, causing the sun to play hide and seek with the world as it ducked behind the clouds every now and again. Evan was looking up at the sky and at the trees while Connor remained staring down at the floor. Two different personas. If only they could meet in the middle. Evan wanted to initiate a conversation. But every time he opened his mouth and took in a breath to speak, the words got caught in his throat and he cleared it nervously. His hand scratched away at his stomach, one of his many ticks. 

Not many words were spoken that walk. But when they reached the point they had to split up to go their own ways, Connor looked back at Evan and asked, “Hey. Do you wanna… you know, do this again?”

Evan gazed back at Connor and he let out one of his nervous placeholder laughs, nodding wildly, “Y-Yeah. Yeah, that’d be great.”

Connor nodded, “See you,” and he went left down one of the streets. Evan took a breath and went right. 

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Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 66

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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It has officially been one year since I posted the first chapter of this story! I’m so excited it’s been that long already. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me when I first started, and thank you to everyone just joining! I’m so happy you’re reading my story! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this longer chapter!

Chapter Sixty-Six: The truth comes out

Lucy struggled to claw through the water, trying to clutch onto anything that might save her. Her eyes burned from opening them for a second, but they were squeezed tightly now, her lungs protesting the lack of air in her body.

She couldn’t tell if she was upside down or not, she didn’t know how deep she was. All she knew was she couldn’t feel anything besides water crushing her from all around.

Finally, Lucy’s fingers brushed against something. She didn’t care what it was, she grabbed, and she grabbed hard. Using her strength, she pulled herself closer to the object in her hand, wrapping her arms around whatever was in front of her. She felt movement as her body began to lift upwards.

Lucy gasped for air once her head broke through the surface. Her eyes remained shut, her arms tight around whatever she was holding. She didn’t let go, even when she felt hands overlapping her own.

“Luce?” Natsu’s voice was close, but she couldn’t open her eyes yet.

She tried to respond, but all she could do was cough as her lungs worked to expel the water that had gotten in them. She knew she swallowed some after she fell. There was nothing she could do to prevent it, her shock keeping her from thinking straight.

She leaned in, pressing her head against a solid surface, feeling a tinge of heat on her forehead as she coughed. She expected herself to fall under the water again, but whatever she was holding on to was helping her stay up. She was thankful, she didn’t think she would be lucky enough to survive a second time under the water.

Lucy freaked out when she felt herself dipping, the water coming up to her chin. She squeezed harder, her legs coming up to wrap around whatever she was holding. By now she guessed she was holding on to someone, but who that person was, she didn’t know. Truthfully, she didn’t care, as long as she didn’t drown.

She felt herself being moved through the water. Her coughing had subsided, but she still felt pain in her chest and nose from inhaling water. She hadn’t been ‘swimming’ in so long, she forgot the feeling that always came when she ventured into water that was too deep for her.

When her body stopped moving, she felt a hand grab at her hand before traveling up her arm. She was tempted to smack whoever it was, but she couldn’t risk letting go and drowning. Instead, she settled for asking in her cracked voice, “Wh-who is th-this?”

The hand paused for a moment before resuming its path, plucking her own hand off the body -much to her dissatisfaction, and shifting it away. She was about to protest, but stopped when she felt her hand land on something hard and flat. She recognized the rough texture immediately.

Her hand gripped the edge of the pool, her mind feeling more secure now that she knew she was at least somewhat safe. As long as she held on, she couldn’t die. She didn’t remove herself from the body, too scared to let go. Instead, she used her other hand to wipe at her eyes, rubbing them vigorously until she felt she could open them again.

She blinked, vision coming in blurry until finally it focused, the color pink being all she could see for a moment. After a few more seconds, she realized she was staring directly at the back of Natsu’s hair.

Lucy gaped for a moment, surprised but relieved it was her boyfriend she had grabbed on to.

“Are you okay?” Natsu asked, turning his head to look at her sideways.

She swallowed, tasting that nasty pool water that lingered on her taste buds before nodding. She didn’t say a word, but he didn’t seem to mind.

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The Heart Wants What It Wants - Chapter 6

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“Is everything OK,” Maya asked me when she saw the look on my face, after I had read the message from Jared.

“No, nothing’s OK,” I sighed and leaned my head against the back of the seat, closing my eyes for a moment.

“What happened,” she was a bit worried.

“Jared just texted me,” I whispered and looked at Rachel, making sure she wouldn’t hear me.

“Wow, he’s apparently interested in you,” Maya nodded and smiled, starting to prepare her headphones to listen to music. Rachel took her headphones and turned the music on, so now Maya and I were able to speak normally.

“That’s not a good thing. He’s not supposed to do that… Plus, how on Earth did he get my…” at one moment as I was speaking, I looked at Maya and by her body language, I could tell she was hiding something, “ number,“ I finished, crossed my arms over my chest and turned to face her.

She was silent, kept her head down and took her phone to play music.

“Maya,” I said and expected her to look at me.

“Hmmm,” she played dumb and didn’t look at me.

“How DID Jared get my phone number,” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

“I told you that man is more resourceful than CIA,” she still couldn’t look me in the eye.

“Yeah, especially when he knows which source of information to turn to,” I said and raised my eyebrow.

Maya was again quiet, and now I got even more pissed off. I kept staring at her, and when she got uncomfortable enough, she finally snapped.

“Fine! OK, I gave him your number! Happy?” she said and spread her arms.

“No Maya, I’m not happy, I thought that was perfectly clear by the way I just reacted to his message. I was finally relieved when we got on the plane, hoping I’d never have to hear or see Jared again, and then he texts me,” I was so upset I almost yelled so loud that Rachel took her headphones off.

“Whoa, Nicole, shush, I can hear you over the music. What’s the big fuss about,” Rachel asked worryingly and looked around to see if people were looking at us. She hated scenes, and I was close to making one.

“Nothing … just… Nothing,” I huffed, turned back to lean in my seat.  

I took my phone and texted Lucas that we’re about to take off, and he replied he’ll wait for us at the airport. I really missed him, he was the only safe place I have right now, and I couldn’t wait to see him.

Maya, Rachel and I kept silent for the entire flight. I was so mad at Maya that I didn’t want to start the enormous fight in front of all these people, and just cause a scene, for nothing. Not to mention that Rachel would probably slap Maya right in the face, if she’d know that Jared got my phone number thanks to her. So, it was the best thing to just keep quiet for those couple of hours in air. 

“There’s my gorgeous man,” I said happily running towards Lucas the moment I spotted him waiting for me at the exit of an airport. 

He looked so handsome in that black dress up shirt, lightweight jeans and that sexy three-day beard. I always loved his dark hair and that short sexy beard. He didn’t always grow it out, but I guess these few days he didn’t care much about shaving. I was so excited to be with him again. His smile made my heart so warm and the moment I landed to his embrace, I felt like home. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned my head against his chest, squeezing him tightly.

“Whoa, somebody missed me,” he chuckled kissing the top of my head, feeling my head nodding; I took a deep breath taking in his scent, I wasn’t ready to let go yet, “Hey, hey, hey, I missed you too, baby”, he said rubbing my back.

“It felt like we were apart forever,” I said and kissed him softly then smiled a little as his beard slightly poked my face. 

“I know, I couldn’t wait to see you,” Lucas said as he broke the kiss, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, “Hey girls, did you have a good flight,” Lucas greeted Maya and Rachel after we were done with our little exchange of emotions.

“Hi, yeah it was great,” Maya said through a fake smile, and Rachel just nodded.

“Cool, now you’re all ready for the big day. Especially my gorgeous bride-to-be,” Lucas said and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the cheek.

Maya and Rachel looked at each other making the funny face, which only I knew what it meant. Luckily, Lucas couldn’t keep his eyes off me, so he didn’t see their reaction.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” I answered and pulled away to get the suitcase in the car. Maya looked for the cab to get her and Rachel home, and Lucas stopped me from taking the suitcase but he took it instead placing it in the trunk.

“There’s one,” Maya raised her arm and called for the cab, “C’mon Rach,” she said and both of them headed to the cab.

“See you later love doves,” Rachel said and hugged me, while Maya just kept going to the cab. The driver got out of the car to help the girls with the luggage and Maya just looked at me, standing behind the opened door. She stepped inside the car and closed the door waiting for Rachel to get inside. I felt like such a cheater at that moment, because I knew exactly what that look meant.

You’re falling for another man while you’re getting ready to commit to another one, for the rest of your life. She was wrong for giving Jared my number, but she was so right about this. I did feel like I could fall for Jared any moment, especially if he called me, and if I had to see him again. I guess that’s why she gave him my number, so I could decide if I’ll give in under the pressure, or just stay with Lucas and never remember Cabo again. But that’s precisely why I didn’t want her to give him my number. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to resist Jared even now, when I wasn’t drunk, but fully conscious of everything. 

Lucas and I were home at last. I felt so relieved the moment I stepped into our living room. I tossed my bag on the chair and plopped on the couch immediately.

“Ahh, home, sweet home,” I said and took a deep breath.

“You sound like you were gone for months,” Lucas shook his head and smiled, ”Wasn’t Cabo fun?” he was a bit surprised.

“Sure it was, but I missed home… you… everything here,” I looked at him biting my lower lip, and offered him a hand to pull him over to me. He sat next to me and started to kiss me. God, I missed his kisses. He ran his fingers through my hair, and grabbed my thigh, letting me know how much he’d missed me. The moment he laid on top of me, and started kissing my neck my phone rang.

“Shit,” I sighed and Lucas stood up.

“It’s probably your mother, I forgot to let her know you’re home,” Lucas said and bit his lower lip in frustration.

“Yeah, I’ll just get it now so I don’t have to deal with her later,” I took my phone and saw it wasn’t mom’s number. It was Jared’s. I didn’t save it in my Contacts, so the moment I spotted a bunch of number on my display I instantly knew it was him.

“Hey mom,” I said and went to kitchen to talk to him.

I prefer Daddy, but I’ll go with this,” Jared answered and laughed.

“Yeah, Lucas and I just got home, and I was about to call you,” I said louder, then I let the water run from the tap, pretending I want to pour some in a glass, “Are you insane, why are you calling me? Look, I haven’t answered your text, and I don’t plan on seeing you again. Just please don’t call me again,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder hoping Lucas didn’t hear me.

Then why did you answer the phone,” Jared asked confidently.

“So that I could tell you to leave me alone,” I whispered and heard Lucas coming to the kitchen. I took a glass and filled it up with water, “Yeah, mom, it was amazing, I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. OK, bye,” I said and hung up as Lucas came closer to kiss me and wrap his hands around my waist.

“Where were we,” he asked and leaned lower to plant a soft kiss on my collarbone.

“Mmmm, I believe right there,” I stretched my neck giving him more space to kiss the sweet spot. But the minute I closed my eyes Jared’s face appeared in front of me. I flinched and opened my eyes, shocked with what just happened. I just ran my fingers through Lucas’s hair, gripping it tight and kissing his lips.

Just as the things were about to become steamier his phone rang.

“Oh, c’mon , seriously,” he was so annoyed this time. He took the phone out of his back pocket determined to reject the call, when he saw that his tailor was calling, “Oh, the suit must be done, it’s the tailor, I should pick up,”  I swear I felt like the entire universe was against me and Lucas having sex today.

“Sure, I’ll just go and take a quick shower. You’re free to join me when you’re done,” I said and kissed him on the cheek while he answered the phone.

I used the opportunity to actually let my mom know I’m home. I couldn’t risk Lucas finding out I didn’t speak to her. Luckily, her and dad were home tomorrow night, so I didn’t end up being a complete liar.

I took a nice relaxing shower, hoping Lucas might pop inside any minute, but he didn’t. It turned out he needed to go to the tailor’s for a couple of last fittings and alterations, and I was left alone.

When I got out of the shower, I unpacked and the moment I took the black dress from that night I spent with Jared, the feelings came rushing back. The dress smelled like Jared’s cologne, and I knew I had to get rid of it quickly. I didn’t want to throw it away, because it was gorgeous and I’ve only worn it that one time, but I knew it would always remind me of Jared, and I couldn’t risk Lucas seeing it and smelling a men’s perfume on it.

The rest of the day went by great. Lucas and I hang out, and went to dinner. Luckily, Jared didn’t call me or texted me again, so that calmed my nerves a bit. By the end of the day, both Lucas and I were so exhausted that we’ve just fallen asleep, not having a chance to enjoy each other the way I expected we would.

The next day was hectic. Lucas and I went to the office early in the morning, and kept busy the entire day. Considering I was off work both Friday and Monday, the errands kept piling up so I couldn’t keep my head off the desk for almost the entire day. Above all the chaos, my phone rang off the hook. From the florists, to the tailor and caterer, they all had some details to check up on, and I was completely immersed in my obligations. In between the calls, I received a couple of messages, which I had to ignore if I was gonna do any work during the day.  When I could finally take a break I checked all the texts, only to run into 5 from Jared.

- Hey gorgeous. Miss me already?

Since I didn’t reply to this one, he sent the next one half an hour later.

- Are you giving me the silent treatment? That’s not very nice.

Then the next one, a couple of minutes later.

- I’m on my way to LA, and I need to see you.

That man was more persistent than I thought.

- You’re probably working, but I really need to hear from you.

When I didn’t answer this one, he sent the last one that made my stomach tumble.

- I’ll call you the moment I land. Trust me, you should answer it.

Luckily, I didn’t have any missed call from him, so I was prepared for his one. I was done with most of the work for today, so I just took a couple of minutes to relax on the sofa in my office. Just as I laid down and closed my eyes, I heard the phone ringing. Jared. I jumped off the sofa, immediately, to answer.

“You really need to stop texting me,” I snapped at him.

And you really need to reply to my texts,” he said laughing viciously.

“Look, I was perfectly clear about our relationship, and you just need to accept the fact that I want nothing to do with you,” I raised my voice confidently and started pacing across the office.

So, we have a relationship now, huh? I like that.”

You know that’s not what I meant. Just forget about me, OK? I’m not available,I continued to walk back and forth nervously.

And you know I won’t give up that easily. I just landed, so I’d like you to meet me at The Beverly Hills hotel in an hour; they don’t allow paparazzi there, and we’ll be safe from the public,” Jared said with the calmest voice, like I was about to accept the offer without a question.

“You’re wasting your time with me, Jared. I won’t be there”, I was determined.

You know you will. I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby. Bye gorgeous,” he said and hung up, not giving me the opportunity to reject him again.

I couldn’t believe the nerve he had. I knew Jared was gonna be trouble. I’m gonna kill Maya for giving him my number. But given that he wasn’t gonna stop stalking me, I decided to go and confront him in person. I haven’t felt a single sparkle of excitement when I heard his voice, which was a good sign. That whole Cabo thing must’ve been just a tequila influence, and all that beach romance getting the best of me. I was in desperate need for my man at that beach the night I met Jared, and since Lucas wasn’t there, I guess the loneliness just added to me slipping and letting go to Jared.

I sat back on the sofa thinking how I should approach Jared. The more I thought about it, the more I was confused and unsure of what I should really tell him. I knew I wanted him to stop calling me, but deep down I knew he wouldn’t do that. After I’ve spent half an hour pondering over this messed up situation, I took my blazer and walked out of the office. I texted Lucas that I had to take care of the catering mess, in case he looked for me at the office. I hated lying to him, but this time I really didn’t have a choice.

I drove to The Beverly Hills hotel hoping nobody would see me. Luckily, I was dressed for work, and nobody would think I was anything other than a PR, lawyer or even a CEO. However, the black pencil skirt, black patent Louboutin’s, and a white silky blouse were usually the outfit that always drove Lucas crazy. And I could imagine it would be insanely provocative for Jared as well. Still, I put on my black blazer, to try to make it as less a turn on as possible. The last thing I needed was for Jared to lose it when he sees me. At one moment, my phone buzzed and it was a text from Jared. He sent me a selfie 

with a caption - Don’t make me wait too long.

I was soon in front of the hotel, and the moment I stepped inside the hotel my stomach stated turning. I took a deep breath, took off my sunglasses and saw Jared sitting on a sofa in the middle of the lobby. His face radiated the second he saw me, and I kept mine as serious as possible. He stood up, as I looked around to see if there were people near. Luckily, the receptionist was the only one there, and he was too busy with the guest book. I approached Jared and he came close to me to give me a hug. As we hugged, he kissed my cheek and I backed off quickly.

“OK, so let’s talk,” I said and wanted to sit on the sofa, but as I squatted to sit down Jared grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

“Don’t you think my room would be much more comfortable,” he said and bit his lower lip, “and more private, of course,” he said and smiled.

I tugged my arm away from him and took a deep breath controlling my emotions from exploding.

“Here is just fine,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Do you really want someone to see you talking to me, at a hotel in the middle of the day,” Jared asked and slyly licked his lips.

I hated the fact we were gonna be alone in a room again, but it was a much better option than risking to be spotted by someone I knew. We started going towards the elevator and I prayed we were not gonna be alone in it. Finally, the luck was on my side, since an old couple came right behind us waiting too. Even though they stepped out a couple of floors before Jared’s, he kept his distance the whole time, which I interpreted as a good sign.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jared took out his key card and walked me to his room. We were inside and it was much more than just a room. It was a lush suite, that took my breath away. 

I heard Jared putting his key card to a table near the door and I walked to a corner sofa in the living room to sit down.

“OK, I’m here and we have to clear something up,” I started speaking when Jared sat really close to me. I gulped at the look of his blue eyes, and started to tingle when his hand suddenly found its way to my knee.

“Yes we do,” he said and tried to kiss me, but I managed to escape him and immediately stood up, placing myself next to the red armchair that was across the sofa.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about,” I snapped and huffed in frustration, “This is the first and the last time I came to see you. We’re never gonna see each other again,” I said and turned away from him, looking through the window to take a deep breath.

When I turned back to face him, Jared was already an inch away from me. He grabbed me and pulled closer to him. My heart started pounding, I was extremely hot, and I could feel my knees almost wobbly. “I’m…,” he put his index finger on my lips, so I stopped talking and just sighed.

“Shhh, you’re here, and that’s all that matters right now,” Jared whispered and kissed me softly, making me moan immediately through the kiss. 

All of my thoughts were in vain. I was so caught up on his man, that I had no idea what I was doing.

He started to take off my blazer and I just kept kissing him. Then he tossed it on the floor, picked me up and took me to the sofa, never breaking the kiss. He sat down positioning me on top of him. I lifted up my skirt, to straddle him and we kept kissing passionately. His hands roamed all over my body, making me hotter by the second, while I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. In one moment, he tucked the blouse out of my skirt placing his hands underneath it. His warm touch on my back sent shock-waves through my body making me moan second by second. I could feel his arousal growing harder, and it made my body tremble on top of his. 

When he took my blouse off, he swiftly put me down on the sofa, laying on top of me. Lifting my skirt higher, he explored every part of my thighs, while he planted kisses on my tummy, slowly moving up and suddenly bit the right side of my rib cage, which made me arch my back in satisfaction. He continued to kiss my body, going across my chest and all the way to my neck. When he lifted the skirt all the way up, I started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the jeans, sliding them down his legs. Within seconds, we were again wrapped around each other, having mind-blowing sex that will stay forever engraved in my memory. 

That was it ‒ the point of no return. I’ve slept with Jared yet again, and now I was more than certain that my feelings for Lucas were no longer as pure as they were before. I still loved him, but I was clearly not in love with him, when I was able to feel such lust for Jared. There was not a drop of alcohol in me this time, but it didn’t matter. Jared was my opium, and he made all my reason disappear. How was I supposed to get out of this, was beyond me. My entire future was falling apart before my very eyes, making me feel guilty for betraying Lucas’s love, but on the other hand making me feel so drawn to Jared. 

One thing was for sure, this man was gonna be the end of me, but I couldn’t care less about it. The feeling that he gave me in the previous half hour were so worth it, that the guilt started to wash out with every passing minute.

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The Patronus of Credence Barebone

So can we talk about Credence’s patronus in a world where he ends up somewhere safe after the events of the first movie? Because I’m personally torn between two directions, myself.

Because originally I was struck by the thought of a Whale Shark. This great fish, all its spots alight, just silently and peacefully chasing off the darkness - a gentle giant, just like Credence.

But then…

Credence is lost in a dark wood. Newt had been with him, but he’d lost track of his friend, his rescuer, his mentor. They were trying to locate a herd of Unicorns that had somehow ended up in a remote area of Ireland where the veil between their world and the Nevernever ran thin, and relocate them lest darker creatures prey from them - whether for food or their more unique magical properties.

Newt had run off, thinking he saw a glint of white in the darkness, and just like that, Credence was alone. It’s dangerous to be alone in these woods, he knows, and while he worries for himself - he mostly worries for Newt; and being abandoned. Worried that the whole mission was just one great plot to get him alone and leave him, a dark creature left to be lost in the dark wood. 

His heart plummeted. He’d never get out, he’d never find Newt - he felt darkness pulling from the dark seams of his coat, pulling the threads apart into particles that waved agitatedly around him. Which only made matters worse. Credence felt his breath fall short. He couldn’t get enough in or enough out. He couldn’t breathe.

And then he heard him - a sharp call in the darkness, anchoring him down.

“Credence!” Newt called. “Credence, quickly!”

Credence had never run so quickly in his life. Long legs pulled him through the wood - dark, gnarled trees passing him by in great blurs as his feet cut through the smog. 

“I’m coming!” He called back.

But Newt didn’t answer.

It only made Credence run faster. In the silence, his breath was deafening. He could hear just as much as feel the thick thump, thump, thump of blood in his veins; throbbing, aching, dismayed.

He stumbled into a clearing and staggered to a painful stop.

There, slumped and unconscious at the foot of an ancient looking Elder Tree, was Newt - paler than Credence had ever seen him. His hair looked flat and lifeless all of a sudden, his normally spunky curls lax and limp where they framed his face. And his eyes - blank and fluttering and confused. His chin was tucked to his chest, too heavy to lift, and his hands lay slack on the ground at either side of him - his wand long where it lay in his lax fingers.

“Newt!” Credence whimpered, eyes wide and unsure as he looked from the limp figure of his friend to the tall, imposing curtain of darkness that hovered over him. Newt had tried to warn him of the dangers of the forest before they entered. He had told him to be aware of the Sidhe and the Sluagh and the Banshee. 

And of them, he could remember Newt falling still at the table across from them - lit only by a candle, seemingly at war with himself.

“There is one more creature I must warn you of, Credence,” Newt had said, gaze long and far away. “It is unlikely that we will run into such a creature, but you should still know what to do if we do…”

Credence only needed one look to know they had run into the very thing that, of all the creatures Newt had listed, the magizoologist had worried most about. The tall, tattered cloak. The way it hovered, towering and dark. The long, gnarled fingers - pale and dead - that reached out from the darkness of its sleeves. The small trail of light slowly slipping from Newt’s slack mouth and the harsh, whispering suck of the creature stealing him away.

A Dementor.

“You’ll need to think of something happy. Something that makes you light up here,” Newt had said, pointing to his own chest. “And you’ll need to focus on that feeling, Credence. Let it build until that feeling might explode, and then say the words ‘Expecto Patronum’.”

“I don’t know if I can…” Credence remembered whimpering, afraid to let Newt down. Afraid to try.

Newt took his hand and smiled.

“So long as you still breathe, there is hope,” he said, eyes impossibly warm - impossibly trusting. “I have faith in you.”

Credence closed his eyes, heart pounding, and tried to ignore the way his heart thundered painfully in his chest. He thought of Newt’s smile. Of the first time he successfully performed magic. He thought of warm tea in a mug between his hands and the feeling of the Mooncalves laying on his knees. He thought of the Niffler bringing him little gifts when it realized he had nothing of worth for it to steal and he thought of Pickett bringing him little buttercups when he felt sad.

And the more little things he thought of, the more big things came to mind. Waking up in the safety of Newt’s case. The sound of Newt cheerfully whistling early in the morning as he fed his creatures. The first time one of the more restless creatures trusted him enough to let Credence touch it. The first time he watched a creature be released into its natural habitat. The happy smile on Newt’s face as it disappeared. The tears he couldn’t hide at saying goodbye.

The first time he woke up and realized he would never be struck by a belt again.

The words bellow from his chest with a fierceness he hadn’t realized was building.

Expecto Patronum,” he called, his wand lashing out in a way that reminded him of Mr. Graves’ rage. And from its tip, light burst out like a broken hydrant, and from it - 

Credence stilled, in awe as a huge creature sprung to life from the force of his memories. It charged across the space between them, its trunk raised and raging as it let out a warning call into the darkness. Credence could feel the bass of it rumble up the soles of his feet and thunder in the cavity of his chest.

It slammed into the Dementor before it could even turn to regard it, its huge tusks thrusting it off into the darkness with a fierceness that left Credence speechless. 

And once the Dementor was gone - nothing but a shrinking dark smear in the night sky - Credence turned to catch the gaze of his Patronus.

An Elephant stared back at him, standing all the while above Newt like it could protect him from the world. They say Elephants have excellent memory. And in its eyes, Credence saw all the moments that made him who he was. The weight of the belt in Mary Lou’s hands. Modesty’s smile when he snuck her a snack from the market. Graves’ - no, Grindelwald’s - hand at the back of his neck. Newt’s gentle patience. 

The Elephant’s gaze felt impossibly old, and Credence was so lost in it he hadn’t even realized he had been approaching the huge creature until he was right in front of it.

It’s large ears twitched gently and it dug patiently at the dirt as it watched him, and once he was close enough, the Elephant took the final step to close the space between them. He felt his Patronus’ trunk slide around him and bring him close.

And Credence smiled.

“Thank you,” he said, one hand up to stroke the brilliant light that formed its trunk. And with one last trumpeting call, his Patronus disappeared - leaving him face to face with a smiling but exhausted Newt Scamander.

Credence rushed to him in an instant and fell to his knees, hands shaking where they hovered over his friend - unsure of where to start. 

He stilled, eyes wide, when Newt merely brought a trembling hand up and clutched Credence’s shoulder - eyes wet and proud.

“I knew you could do it, Credence.”

Credence smiled and filed away the memory for the next time he’d need his Patronus.

My Naruto and Dragon ball character comparison post.

My Naruto and Dragon Ball comparison post.

I was bored after watching the latest episode of Dragon Ball Super. I thought I should write something about it. I first thought about writing a review but I thought that would be a bit boring considering other reviewers have said what I wanted to say on a much larger platform. I felt it would be a bit redundant if I write the same things as a reviewer.

At this point was brainstorming ways to show my love for Dragon Ball while giving some sort of interesting information for my audience. So, I came up with a detailed comparison post on the relationships with in the Naruto and Dragon Ball universe. I am aware that Kishimoto, the creator of Naruto, is heavily influenced by Dragon Ball and Hunter x Hunter. Those are just facts that you can look up yourself. The story and designs of the characters are very similar. There are very obvious similarities between the series and I don’t want to point too much of that stuff out in this.

Also for this post I will consider Naruto the Last movie a cannon fact, because I take Kishimoto’s word for it and I don’t care much for the part where Hinata and Naruto met when they were young because that is an easy slip up that even authors of novel mess up. I know it’s a small mistake that seriously mess up the continuity of the story but I also feel that Naruto could mess up the wording when he was young and his chakra control is very low, so regardless the outcome would be the same. Also it is very likely Kishimoto actually watched the movie before anyone else and did not catch the slip up. Usually with big animated and even live action movies the author is able to watch the movie beforehand. If you don’t agree with me using the Last as a cannon movie and it truly bothers you, I ask you to not read this from here on out.

This post will be talking about the relationships formed within each universe respectively and how they compare with each other. If you want to add anything I ask you to make a post response and link me, or reblog/message me and then it will be added. If you disagree then please tell me what you disagree on and I will try to see your side of the issue.

Now that that’s all out of the way let’s get into it.

Goku and Chichi vs Naruto and Hinata:

Hinata and Chichi actually have a lot in common ideals, children, how they married their husbands, their character color, and even their fighting styles.

Hinata is a very shy and introverted individual which is a huge contrast compared to Chichi and her over the top attitude towards life, however, Chichi and Hinata have very similar ideals in the sense that they are very traditional thinkers. Now mind you, I am not calling them simple minded. I am just saying that they like to follow a very traditional mindset. Proof of this would be their weddings. The way they conducted themselves during their weddings was very particular. Hinata is seen wearing a traditional outfit. She is also from a higher class family. Chichi wanted to wear her mother’s dress when she got married. The dress was also very traditional. I believe Naruhina and Gochi both got married outdoors as well.

The way the two couples fell in love is also a very similar to one another. Goku got engaged to Chichi at a very young age and he didn’t know what marriage was. He honestly thought it was a food and years later Chichi, who is at marriage age, wants Goku to go through with his promise to her. After a series of events Goku and Chichi are officially engaged to be married and wants to get married at Chichi father’s (The Ox King) kingdom. However a large fire engulfs the palace and traps her father and her mother’s wedding dress in the tallest tower. Goku and Chichi try to find a fan that can put out the flames and during that mission Goku realizes that Chichi means more to him than just a friend. They save her father and the dress and get married. Which marks the end of Dragon ball and Dragon ball z starts soon after that. They then go off and have two boys Gohan and Goten.

Comparing this story to the Naruto the Last movie story line you will find a lot of similarities. Naruto goes on a mission to save Hinata’s sister. On this mission he starts falling for Hinata and later in they get married. They marry in a very traditional fashion as well. This marks the end of Naruto’s story line and the beginning of the new generation’s story (Ex. Naruto Gaiden= Sarada and Boruto Naruto the Movie).

Naruto’s similarities with Goku as a father is basically they both are absent (due to their jobs/death) for a fair amount of time in their children’s life. However, Naruto is still around actively contributing to the family and is able to see what his child is struggling with, whereas, Goku is out of the loop for a long time due to his death during the cell arch.

Hinata and Chichi’s parenting styles are probably very different but I think their end goal is the same. This is my speculation due to the fact that we don’t see much of Hinata as a mother because the Boruto movie is not out yet. I will add to this part of the post after the movie has been out for a couple of months (that way we have time for accurate translations).

Naruto and Sakura Vs. Bulma and Goku

The relationship between these two have always been a topic of discussion but I am not talking about them in a romantic relationship. I am talking about them as comrades and friends. Seeing that their relationship NEVER progressed to the romantic realm. Yes, Naruto had a major crush on Sakura but that doesn’t mean that she is obligated to fall in love with him because he’s the main character. I think that the parallel between NaruSaku and Goku and Bulma is pretty straight forward. Goku and Bulma are just partners in crime and that sums up the relationship between Naruto and Sakura pretty nicely. Naruto and Sakura are banded together through Sasuke. Without Sasuke’s presence (or lack thereof) they wouldn’t have much to work with. They are banded together towards a common goal: bring Sasuke back to the village. Same as Goku and Bulma are banded together towards the goal of collecting the dragon balls. That is all I have to say about NaruSaku and GokuBulma.

Bulma and Sakura have a quite a lot of similarities.

Physical features are they both are very fashion forward and have unusual hair colors. Bulma’s hair was actually supposed to be Lavender but due to Dragon ball being in a time where animation was still very primitive with the color schemes they decided that blue would be the best option. This is why Trunk’s hair is lavender and not blue like his mother in the animation. Sakura’s hair is a very pale pink and she is known for her red Chinese style dress. She goes through a plethora of hairstyles through the years but she tends to keep it short. Bulma also went through a lot of styles until finally going with a short bob style haircut. They also have very striking eye colors. Sakura’s eye color is a leaf green shade and Bulma’s eye color is a sky blue ( in the manga it’s lavender like her hair).

Intelligence wise Sakura and Bulma are both arguably the smartest females in their specific series. Sakura is basically the best doctor of in the ninja world and Bulma is an engineer/business women.  They are both easily the prettiest women of their series. Bulma is constantly showing off her body and her good looks and Sakura is constantly hit on by her fellow shinobi.

Sakura and Bulma are both mothers to a child that the raised by themselves during the beginning. Sakura and Sasuke’s child Sarada has very little memory of her father due to the fact that he had to leave for a long time in order to protect the village. Sakura essentially had to raise the child alone for a time and balance work and single parenting for a bit. However Sasuke does come back to the village and he and Sarada have a good relationship now. Bulma and Vegeta have Trunks during a time when Vegeta had a lot of pride issues. So, due to Vegeta’s pride Bulma raises Trunks by herself for a bit. Vegeta realizes his family is important and becomes a better father to his son and daughter.

The audience never sees the marriage of these two couples ever. We never know if they went through a traditional marriage or is it something they just say. They are very committed to each other so I don’t think it matters but it is an interesting similarity.

Sasuke and Vegeta look almost the same. They have very similar tempers and beliefs. Their relationship with their rival and wives are very similar. I think that the only difference is that Sasuke is much more gentle when he talks to Sakura then he is with other people. This is contributed to the fact that Sakura is much more emotionally sensitive to Sasuke and he realizes this. Vegeta likes to get his wife, Bulma, mad at him. He enjoys teasing and having someone to argue with. They have a very playful relationship. 

Sasuke is the last heir to the Uchiha name and Vegeta is the last heir to the Saiyan Empire. They both lost their families and home at a young age and have an affinity towards vengeance. However, they also both went through periods of being unstable emotionally. Which caused pain to the people they loved. They are now more stable, but if anyone touches their families they both get very emotional and attack with all their might. Sasuke and Vegeta tend to take things very far and their emotions do get in the way of them making important decisions. Sasuke tends to think about things in a more complex manner and his mind is very scientific, whereas, Vegeta has these traits but allows his temper to get the better of him. They both value their family and heritage. Sasuke holds his Uchiha status very dear to his heart and Vegeta basically announces his status as a saiyan whenever and where ever he can.

Sasuke and Piccolo (based on the trailers for the new movie)

In Boruto Naruto the movie, Sasuke becomes a mentor to Boruto. He teaches Boruto how to hone his raw talent into a power he can use. A lot like how Jiraiya did with Naruto.  He teaches Boruto about his father and what Boruto should do in order to surpass his father. He even gives Boruto life lessons. (When the movie come out I will add more, but for now this is all I have.) Boruto is the Gohan to Sasuke’s Piccolo.

When Goku dies and goes on Snake way, Piccolo takes in Gohan has his student. Seeing his potential as a strong fighter. Piccolo at first is reluctanct to teach his rival’s son, but Gohan’s gentle nature grows on him and Piccolo becomes a father figure to Gohan. He watches over Gohan as he grows and even attends his wedding.

In a recent interview Kishimoto-sensei tells the interviewer that he wanted to have a Piccolo-Gohan type of relationship in the new era. So, he decided that the best candidate would be Sasuke seeing that Sasuke and Naruto are rivals and so is Goku and Piccolo. (When I find the source I will add it.)

Krillian and 18 vs. Shikamaru and Temari.

Krillian is the best friend to the main lead, Goku, and his wife was a former enemy turned good guy. Although Shikamaru is not the “best friend” to Naruto I feel that they were pretty close childhood friends. Naruto and Shikamaru care about each other a lot and Shikamaru cares about Naruto’s well-being enough to become his adviser. Krillian is sort of an adviser to Goku. Sometimes Goku forgets what it means to be human and gets so involved in a fight that he forgets his own strength. Krillian acts as his reminder that humans can only take so much. He is stabilizing character for Goku reminding him that as much as Goku is a warrior he is also a family man as well. This is what Shikamaru is to Naruto. Sometimes, during the course of the series, Naruto becomes so wrapped up in the search to save his friend that he forgets that Sasuke is a rough ninja. Shikamaru basically tell is to him straight. He’s a very smart, lazy character and this balances out Naruto’s dumb, hardworking character.

Temari is the only daughter of the Suna’s leader. She has a cocky attitude that is backed up with a highly intelligent set of skills. She is much more mature than her brother and in many ways advises them as they go from being public enemy’s number 1 to become the most respected siblings in the ninja world. Temari is kind person but due to her upbringing she has to conceal that kind heart with colder exterior. She and Shikamaru start of as enemies during the Chunin exams but later become comrades and then lovers.

18 and Krillian start off as enemies and become comrades before finally become husband and wife. They have a child names Marron and they live their lives Roshi’s island. 18 is an enemy with a heart that has an explosive in it. Krillian wishes for it to be taken out her. 18 sees this and is touched by the act they soon start dating afterwards and get married. She was taught to be a heartless killing machine by her father, Dr. Gero, along with her brother 17. She grows to hate her father and brother and decides to work against them.

Temari and 18 are both tomboys with a girly side. They are highly skilled and start off as enemies. They care about their comrades and fall in love with the cowardly, lazy, and friendly Shikamaru and Krillian. They both only have one child with their husbands.

Whelp this is getting long so I think I will cap this where it is. I will add more when I have the time, but for now this is all I have. These are the similarities between the two shows and I hope you enjoy my opinion on this. If you would like to add something please message me or reblog and add it there. I will make sure to source you! If you disagree please message me or make a separate post and tag me, so I can see if I messed up anywhere. I’m sorry if there is any grammatical errors, I try my best to catch as many as I can but I do miss some. I’m not the strongest when it comes to my English skills, so sorry. If anything confused you please let me know!

May your days be filled with smiles~

-Gagesol ♥


The sun was just beginning to rise over the rubble of the city below, its orange and pink haze covering the mounds of broken concrete and wood like fire. It was summer, and though it was only six in the morning the heat was already into the 80’s. The dry earth and brown shriveled trees echoed the dry, empty atmosphere that had come along with the androids. From his spot high atop the hill, Trunks could see everything; all of the devastation and heartbreak and broken dreams of thousands of people. It hummed in his bones like an angry wind. And despite all of it, all of his hatred towards the beings (if you could even call them that), that had caused this, he was here because of her.

Because she had asked.

She’d delivered her hurried message late last evening in the form of a crumpled ball of paper dropped onto his forehead through the skylight as he slept. She’d flown right above him, the easiest of targets and he hadn’t even noticed. The androids didn’t emit ki, so trying to track them was useless. It’s what made his mission to destroy them damn near impossible. Hell, he didn’t even wake up until he’d felt the message drop right onto his face. It asked him to wait for her here, in this spot at dawn. And despite all of his better judgement, and everything she had done, here he was.

The sound of quiet footsteps came from behind him. He knew she was only making noise for his sake.

Trunks turned his head, body tense as Android 18 walked up to him, hand on her hip. Her platinum blonde hair covered one half of her perfect elfin face, ice blue eyes piercing him with a pleased glint,“You’re here.” She stated, not surprised in the least bit.

She knew he would come. Why wouldn’t he? It was an opportunity too good to pass up. Mortal enemies, one inviting the other to a meeting of unknown circumstances.

He nodded slightly, scowl deepening, “That’s what the note said to do.”

“And do you always follow directions like a good boy?” 18’s voice was light, teasing, so human-like it made Trunks uncomfortable. She was close now, just behind him on the cliff ledge he was sitting on. It was closer than he’d ever been to her without the two of them going at one another like rabid dogs. He registered then how beautiful she was, lithe and still muscular. It was a damn shame she wasn’t real. An illusion. An android. And dangerous.

He should destroy her now, get it over with. It would be so easy.

But there was something about her posture that made him pause. It was relaxed, calm…


This killing machine was trusting him with her existence. For whatever crazy reason.

Instead of following his Sayian instincts boiling just below the surface urging him to rip her to shreds, he relaxed his clenched fist and said, “Well, considering the fact you could have blown me up while I slept last night and didn’t I figured this wouldn’t be a trap.”

18 noticed his body relaxing and raised an incredulous eyebrow, “You’re too trusting. It’ll come back and bite you in the ass if you’re not careful. You never know where the big-bad-wolf could be hiding.”

Trunks decided to play his trump card, the one he had suspected since he received her message last night, “Shame your Brother couldn’t be here. Where’s 17?”

18 froze. He knew he had her then.

“He doesn’t know you’re here…does he?”

“It’s none of his business.” She looked guilty and suddenly very nervous.

“He’s your other half, you’d think he’d be interested in this little meeting.”

Her ice blue eyes glowed with anger, “You’d better not tell him or-”

Trunks held up a hand, and couldn’t help but smile. Damn his Saiyan ancestry. It would surely be the death of him some day. It was stupid, but this was almost…fun. This conspiratorial deal with the devil. This beautiful, dangerous devil. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “I figured as much. I won’t say anything. After this, we can forget and go back to trying to kill each other. Deal?”

She sighed, then nodded. Trunks wondered if she really even needed to breathe, or if she did so out of habit. Was she human at some point? Who was she?

While he was lost in thought, 18 without hesitation came and sat beside him, their shoulders almost touching. Trunks tried not to faint at her forwardness. She crossed one of her thin legs over the other, clad in tight black leggings and short denim skirt and dangled them over the edge. It was so natural looking for her, so unapologetically girly. He couldn’t help but stare at her profile; he’d never had the opportunity to do so before. 18’s skin was pale but not unnaturally so, with a light flush across her high cheekbones. Her thin nose came to a point over her full, rosy lips. Her eyelashes were blonde, like her hair and they were long…almost impossibly so.

“See something you like?” She asked, eyes still locked on something far away in the distance in front of her.

Trunks felt himself blush; it was always easy for him to do so. Unfortunately easy. His mother found it endearing. He found it miserable, “S-sorry.” He muttered, finally tearing his gaze away from her. An awkward silence followed. What was he doing ogling her? She must think he was a weirdo.

Wait. Why would he care what she thought of him?

Trunks’s face grew hotter, and he knew his cheeks must be flaming red. This was stupid. HE was stupid. She was a stone cold killer, murderer of his best friend and thousands of others. The last thing he should be doing is thinking about is what SHE thought of HIM…

Cool fingertips brushed across his forehead, palm resting against his skin, “You look ill.” 18’s voice was matter-of-fact and collected, as if touching him was the most natural thing in the world; as if they weren’t trying on an almost daily basis to kill one another.

It took everything in his power to keep Trunks from melting into a puddle or flailing away to hide. This…this was ridiculous! His large blue eyes blinked helplessly at her as 18 brushed a lock of his lavender hair to the side, her expression growing more puzzled by the second, “Hm,” she mused, “your not ill at all-”

“N-no.” His voice cracked, betraying his effort at regaining control of the situation. With as much restraint as possible he took her by the wrist and pushed her hand back into her lap. 18 smirked at him, bemused. Whether or not she realized what her actions implicated, Trunks did know she could sense his quickened heartbeat. It was painfully obvious she had the upper hand; it was just a question of if she intended it.

Trunks cleared his throat, “Listen, you’re the one who called me out here. It seems like your stalling. Your note said you had something important to discuss with me, so what is it?”

18’s smile faded, expression losing its playful edge, “What’s your favorite color?”

If Trunks hadn’t been sitting he was sure he’d have fallen through the earth, “Wha-what?!”

“Color. What’s your favorite?” She repeated it slowly, like he was some kind of idiotic, alien life form. Which to her, he probably was.

This conversation wasn’t happening… he was dreaming. Maybe dead. She hypothetically could have already blown him to smithereens and he didn’t realize it. This female half of the duo who had killed Gohan, his mentor and only friend, was asking him questions you’d expect to hear when you were on a date for the first time.


Was that was this was?

This was surreal; ludicrous.

“Blue.” Trunks blurted, unable to control his brain anymore.

18 smiled, and it was beautiful. “Why?”

His first horrific thought was, ‘It’s the color of your eyes.’ But that was so wrong he felt like throwing himself off the cliff. “It’s… the color of the sky.” Trunks finished lamely.

“The sky can be many colors,” 18 said, “why blue? Why is it so special?”

“What does it matter?”

“Because it’s my favorite too. At least, that’s what my programming says.”

Trunks exhaled, just a little too loud, “Oh.”

The way she was looking at him was unnerving, “What’s your favorite food?”

“Are we seriously doing this right now-”

“Humor me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to escape the way she seemed to look right into him, “…Cheeseburgers.”


“Wha-geeze, I don’t know. Because they taste good. Haven’t had one in awhile though.”

Because of her. Because of them. Any shred of normalcy was all gone because of she and her brother.

“I don’t need to eat; but I wish I could.” Her voice was composed, but unusually quiet.

Trunks raised his head and frowned, his expression apparently asking the question he was thinking because she answered, “I used too…once. I can’t really remember though.”

“Oh.” It was all he could come up with. Suddenly feeling… guilty was not something he was expecting, “So, why don’t you have to anymore?”

Shrugging, 18 kicked her feet back and forth over the edge, “It’s unnecessary. Our genetics and tissue makeup have been redesigned to where nutrition is obsolete. We’re still all human parts, just more efficient.”

Trunks stared at her, stunned, “Why are you telling me all this?”

“Figured someone should know.”

“Hn.” Trunks dropped his eyes to look at his hand, resting so close to hers. 18’s hands were much smaller than his. If he were to take it, no doubt the whole thing would be engulfed by his tan palm-


This was wrong. So, so wrong.

His fist clenched, gathering earth in between his fingers. It was a welcome distraction. Was he really that lonely? That starved for human interaction that he was willing to humor this lifeless being? This murderer? What would his mother say?

Worse, what would his father say? The one he could hardly remember; the prince of a distant planet would no doubt be disgusted with him. Trunks was also a prince by birthright, and he certainly wasn’t playing the part right now. And Gohan…

Trunks tilted his head forward so that his mop of lavender hair put up a shield between him and her. He’d never get over it; seeing his mentor dead and laying like trash in the mud. They’d left him there.

SHE had left him there.

Once again, those cool fingers brushed his hair aside, her curious, unnerving blue eyes peering at him, “Tell me why your crying.”

Was he? He hadn’t realized. Trunks tore his face away from her, feeling the hot tears now, “You killed him.”

“The one armed man?”

“Yes!” Trunks turned on her, grabbing 18 by the shoulders and squeezing as hard as he could, “His name was Gohan, he was brave, he was good and my only friend-” his voice cracked, and he could feel his strength waning, “you killed him.” He finished miserably, sobs wracking his large shoulders. She sat still, letting him cry, saying nothing. The tears went on for several minutes, until finally Trunks released her from his grip, wiping his eyes on his bicep.

18 reached forward, brushing a stray trail from his face, causing his cheeks to once again burn crimson, “Saying sorry will fix nothing,” She said simply, but not unkindly, “if it was that easy, I would have said it a long time ago.”

“Yeah well, thanks for the sentiment,” Trunks muttered, voice wet, “he’s gone now; thanks to you. He was to good for this planet anyways.”

18’s lips tightened, “You understand as well as I do the nature of our existence. Our two sides can’t coexist with each other. I have a mission, just as you do.”

“Yours is destruction,” Trunks could feel the all familiar burning in his core of his power level rising, wanting to be unleashed, unhinged, “its mine to stop you.”

She nodded, “Yes. You are correct.”

“Then, why are we here?” He made a large sweeping movement with his arm, “why did you ask me to come here?”

“I wanted to know more about you.”

“Why? Isn’t the fact that we want to kill each other enough?”

18 lilted her head to one side, eyes traveling over his body, “No. I want to know YOU.”

Trunks froze; did she mean…

This was insane. Completely insane. He was inexperienced with women in every way imaginable. Was she propositioning-

18 smirked, a soft laugh escaping at his utter confusion. It was a very musical sound.

And with that Trunks felt his heart soar from the pit of his stomach into his throat. It was undeniably wrong, but he knew in that moment something had changed. Whether or not it was for the better was undetermined, but at that second he would have done anything she asked to hear her laugh again.

“L-listen,” he stammered, “it’s not that I don’t think you, you know aren’t pretty or anything-”

18 raised an eyebrow.

“B-but I’m not that kind of a guy, and this whole us talking thing is new and who knows where we’ll stand in the morning-”

“Hey, relax big guy,” she smiled with white perfect teeth, “I didn’t say anything about that. I just think you’re interesting and wanted to know more about you as a person.”


“So you… didn’t mean…”

“Mean what?”

Trunks stared at her in wide-eyed horror. Oh no. What had he just done?

She winked, “I’m not that easy. You’ve got to butter me up more than that. You’re not very smooth there, buddy. You’re as subtle as a freight train.”

The nervous nausea gripped him and Trunks heaved out a groan, resting his head in his hands, “You were teasing me-”

“Of course,” she grinned, “had to change the subject somehow.”

He couldn’t help it, Trunks laughed. And 18 looked pleased. After the moment had ended, he looked at her and said softly, “You know, sometimes you seem like you’re not completely terrible.”

18 shrugged, suddenly looking embarrassed and smiled. She nudged his shoulder with hers, “It’s a trick.”

With a snort, Trunks nudged her back. They continued their questions for a time, Trunks growing all the more aware his mother would be looking for him soon. His conflicted feelings pulsing between hatred and adoration were also starting to wear on him. As the sun continued into the middle of the sky, he finally asked, “So, you’ve probably got to get going soon, huh?”

Her smile faded, attention being turned back to the broken city beneath them, “Yeah.”

Sighing, Trunks leaned back until he was resting on his elbows. The ease he felt around her now was dangerous, but for once it just felt good to be a boy and a girl getting to know one another, “Well, this probably can’t happen again.”

18 glanced at him over her shoulder, something unreadable in her eyes as she regarded him, “Meet me here tomorrow. Same time.”

Trunks blinked, eyebrows reaching his forehead, “But, this is dangerous for both of us; your brother-”

“Don’t worry about him. I can protect you.”

Stunned, Trunks felt something hot in the pit of his stomach, curling and twisting him up in knots. Though he refused to give that feeling a name, he knew what it was and the excitement that came with it was laced with guilt. Perhaps, there was far more to 18 than he realized. Maybe he should give her a chance, she’d already surprised him today; and something within him demanded to know her more.

Trunks could feel the shift in his demeanor and he pushed himself to sit upright, suddenly feeling more possessive than he ever had in his life. 18 had also noted the change, her eyes going wide as he leaned closer to her, his blue gaze refusing to let hers go, “Thank you.” he murmured, his voice deeper than he’d heard it before.

18 blushed, “It’s nothing. Just repayment for humoring me.”

“Sure,” Trunks smiled, “I offer you my protection as well.”

She looked flustered, cheeks going pink again as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned away, “If it’s not me kicking your ass you mean.”

“Even then,” he chuckled, “I promise.”

“Hmpf.” 18 crossed her arms, irritated and flustered, “you’re a stupid boy to want to trust me.”

Trunks shrugged, “What else do I have to lose?”

“Good point.” 18 pulled her legs beneath her, rising to her knees and facing him head on now. Trunks had come to realize during their brief truce that she had no sense of personal boundaries, and this only proved more true when she shoved her face into his, nose tips touching, “you only have your life. And you’re stupid enough to put it in my hands.” Her cool breath washed across his mouth, “See you tomorrow.” She said. It wasn’t a question.

He nodded dumbly, gaze traveling shamelessly to her lips.

He wanted to kiss her.

The reality hit him like a punch to the gut. Before he could stop himself he took both of her shoulders in his hands and angled his face, nose brushing off to the side of hers and for the briefest moment he could feel the softness of her bottom lip caress his…

And then she was gone, and his hands were empty.

He groaned, fingers fisting in his hair as he flopped backwards in an emotionally drained heap. What an idiot he was. He really was just a stupid boy. Closing his eyes, he let the sun heat his face and just accepted the fact that there was no chance in hell she was meeting him again tomorrow-

Until he felt the gentle brush of hair on his cheeks, and the warm breath that hovered over his lips. Trunks’s eyes snapped open, and saw 18 was above him, sitting near his head with her hands now touching his face. She looked worried, “Sorry.” she said.

“For what?” Was that his voice? It sounded breathless.

“Running. Like a coward.”

She was still so close, maybe even closer now. It could have been his imagination.

“Your no coward.” He murmured, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. It was soft, like silk.

“Was that your first kiss?”

Trunks flushed, “Yes.”

“Mine too.”

He swallowed, “Were you programmed to think that?”

18 looked thoughtful, “No. It’s a feeling.”

Face burning, Trunks asked, “…can I try again?”

18’s eyebrows knitted together, uncertainty etching across her face, “Are you sure you want that? You’re to good for-”

Trunks wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her lips against his.


Thank you so much to the wonderfully talented @mandy-mo for letting me base this story off of that gorgeous picture you see above it! Her art is inspiring and made my heart sing with joy as I wrote this.

Request: “That is my girl!”

Request: Could you write an imagine for Tig, the reader and him are dating and the reader is a little bit more on the girly side by can still stand up for herself and the guys always tease Tig about it?

Hello everyone,

Here we are again with another lady kicking some ass LOL  😉

Enjoy! Love you all!

Originally posted by alil2confident

You knew that black was the main color of the old ladies’ clothes, but you didn’t care. You liked colorful clothes and nails matching. You also knew what people thought about you around the club and that didn’t bother you either. You kissed your boyfriend, Tig, and left the TM, already late for work.

He waved at you and watched as you left. Tig lit a cigarette, walking towards the picnic table where his brothers were.

“How did you ended up with her?”, Bobby asked, narrowing his eyes through the smoke of his cigarette.

“Oh shut up”, Tig groaned, already knowing where that was going, “Not this again”

“She is like a doll”, Jax smirked, “Hair, nails, clothes always on point”

“You don’t like your old lady to be pretty?”, Tig shrugged.

“Aye, pretty, but capable to kick some ass”, Chibs added.

“My girl can kick some ass”, Tig said, “You will see, you will see…”

It didn’t matter what people said, or your perfect clothes and nails. Tig loved you and you were a breath of fresh air in his life, always kind and patient with him. Yeah, you were a little bit girly, but he knew you were more than what people saw and that you were strong. Someday you would show it to his brothers…


You didn’t know what was happening, but everybody seemed tense those days. Tig was quiet and spending almost every night at your house, sometimes just to sleep with you, no sex. You didn’t ask, you had learnt not to push and just be there for him. You kissed him that morning, at the doorstep, and heard, for the thousand time, his advice.

“Stay safe doll”, he kissed your forehead, “Call me if you need anything”

“I’ll baby”, you smiled, “Gemma asked me to help her with the kids today. I’ll go to the clubhouse later”

“That is great”, he smiled, “See you later”

You watched as he left on his bike and closed the door, glancing at the gun over the table.


Leave the clubhouse with Abel and Thomas was almost like a road trip. You and Gemma put the boys on the car and drove to the supermarket. You worked fast, trying to get what you needed and get back soon. You put the bags on the trunk while Gemma sat the boys back on the car. You walked away just for a minute to return the cart, but that was enough for Gemma to get in trouble.

You saw a guy standing behind her and their posture was telling you that he had a gun and was threatening her. You put your hand inside your purse and held your gun, carefully walking closer, while Gemma was closing the back door under a gunpoint.

“Drop your gun”, you said, your voice strong and determined. Your gun was now pressed on the man’s forehead. You saw Gemma freeze and the man swallowed, “I’m going to count to three, dumbass and you better not try anything stupid…One…Two…”

“Alright!”, he said and put down the gun. You kicked it away and hit your gun on his head, making him fall. You put your foot on his neck, still pointing the gun to him.

“No, no, no darling, stay DOWN”, you said and looked to Gemma, “Can you find something to tie him up please?”

“Of course”, she said, her eyes wide as you kept the man down on the floor. Your heels were hurting his collarbone, making a thin thread of blood flow. The parking lot was, thankfully, empty when you and Gemma tied the guy and put him in the trunk, “Okay…Let me call Tiggy now”


You called Tig and he didn’t even let you explain what happened. He just heard that a guy attacked you two and said he was on his way, hanging up. Gemma was seat on the back of the car with the boys, while you were leaning against it.

“You did well sweetie”, she said, “Really brave, a true old lady”

“Thanks”, you blinked a few times, surprised by her compliment. You had a good relationship with her, but you knew nobody on the club gave you much credit. Soon you heard the bikes and Tig ran to you, cupping your face.

“Are you okay doll?”, he asked. His brothers came closer too, Clay checking on Gemma and Jax looking at the boys.

“I’m fine Tiggy”, you smiled, “The guy is on the trunk”

“What?”, Bobby raised his eyebrows, surprised.

“He had a gun”, you sighed, “I used mine against him, made him drop the piece and we tied him. He is in the trunk”

All the boys were surprised, eyes wide and mouths open. Bobby opened the trunk and the man was there, a tape on his mouth and his hands tied.

“See?”, you said, “He is alive. We didn’t do anything”

“How about the blood?”, Chibs asked seeing the stain on the man’s shirt.

“Oh that was my heel, when I held him on the floor”, you shrugged.

Suddenly Tig hugged you, lifting you and smiling. “I told you!”, he said to his brothers, “I told my girl could KICK…SOME…ASS!”

“Yeah”, Clay smiled, “Good job girl. Let’s take this dickhead to the warehouse and find out who he is”

Tig put you back on the floor and you heard a few compliments while you followed Gemma back inside the car. The boys took the guy to the van. You put your sunglasses back on and waved to them all, finally feeling part of the family.

Big Shot

Based On:  Imagine Fili trying to catch your attention because he has a crush on you

~Because you had to be a big shot, didn’t you?
You had to open up your mouth.~

Kili sat beside his brother, counting the arrows in his quiver for the sixth time. It was so utterly boring sitting there in the camp that even Fili could not amuse him. Well, he would if he would take his eyes off of that damned she-dwarf. He did not know exactly when it had started, but as of late his brother had been enraptured by the rough and tumble dwarrow. Personally, Kili was a bit intimidated by her, the way she held her ax and the way the light glowed behind her eyes when she did.

Yet, his brother was not always the brightest and Kili could not deny the more endearing traits of the she-dwarf. She laughed at their jokes and the way she seemed to growl when annoyed was quite amusing. Fili seemed to find everything she did to be so; even when she had split an orc’s skull with her ax he seemed to have been mooning over the gruesome sight.

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