back being blonde

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Grumpy Adorable Idol.

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The rightful One and the girl with the violet eyes.
The One, who walks through fire and does not burn.
The girl, born of the twelve.
Their fates mapped together become the fate of the Circle.
Through their union, the birthright of the Diadochi is uncovered.
The riches of Iskander, the power of Zeus, the means to vanquish the greatest enemies.
The One, when it is his, becomes invincible.

Hurt Me

Request: Jax fic based off of ”Hurt me by Lapsey”

Warnings:None

Pairing: Jax X Reader

A/N: This is set in season 1 when Tara comes back. What I took from the song was that it was about a guy who breaks a girl’s heart but then basically kicks her while she’s down, so that’s kind of where I took the story.

   Everyone told you that falling in love with Jax Teller was a very bad idea. Friends, family, even club members told you that you needed to watch your back when being with the blonde haired, blue eyed playboy, but did you listen? No.

   But now, sitting outside the clubhouse in your car with tears running down your face, you wished you would have.

   You had brought Jax lunch and were walking down the hallway to his dorm when you heard the sound of a woman moaning.

   Hoping he was just watching porn you continued on until you opened the door to find an older looking woman laying under him looking very content.

   You didn’t wait for him to even look at you before you bolted out of the clubhouse and into your car.

   Your mind was spinning and your chest hurt from the events that just happened as you started your car and drove back to your house, squinting through your tears to see the road.

   As you entered your house and sat on your couch you could feel your body being drained of it’s energy so you grabbed a blanket and laid down, knowing you would need your energy for the conversation you were planning on having with Jax.

***1 hour later***

You opened your eyes to pounding on your door and groaned, rubbing your hand over your tear dried and puffy face, as you sat up and glared at the door, knowing who was on the other side.

“(y/n) open up, we need to talk.” Jax said from the other side, sounding serious.

As you stood up and walked towards your door the sadness that had previously contaminated your body was now replaced by anger as you listened to his incessant knocking.

He had just started on a new bout of pounding his fist when you ripped the door open and glared at him through the bright sunlight.

“What the hell do you want Jax.” you spat, crossing your arms and popping a hip out.

“Well I guess I kind of need to explain myself for earlier.” he said with not a trace of guilt in his voice.

“Yeah Jax, I guess you do.” You replied, a little irritated that he didn’t seem the least bit sorry.

He sighed and lit up a cigarette before taking a deep inhale.

“So I was going to do this anyways but I guess it’s kind of easier now.” he said, blowing the smoke out of his mouth.

“What are you talking about?” you asked confused.

“Tara, my ex-girlfriend, is back in town and I think I’m going to give things another try with her.” he said looking up at you from your bottom step. “Since you saw what you saw earlier then I guess it makes the whole breakup thing easier.”

You could do nothing but stand there, staring in disbelief.

After a few minutes your found your voice and boy was it scary.

“Get off of my property Jax. You can have your ex-whore.” you spat. “Who knows what diseases you probably have now anyways.” you said before slamming the door in his stunned face.

As you leaned against the cool wood of your door and listened to Jax get on his bike and speed away all you could think to yourself was how stupid you were to give into his charm.

Everyone was right, your friends, your family, even those club members.

Jax Teller was a selfish and arrogant asshole and you should have stayed far, far away from him.

anonymous asked:

can you do the mikey starter for 26??

Your eyes meet across the room, both of you quickly spinning to look at anything else. Beside you, your best friend sighs, and you send her a glare.

“It’s pathetic.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Can you not just be civil for Luke’s birthday? I mean, I know the two of you had issues, but you both care about Luke. That’s why you’re both here. Can you not just-“

“I am being civil. I turned up knowing he’d be here. Doesn’t mean I have to talk to him.”

She rolls her eyes, muttering something about going to get a drink. Her place is quickly taken, the birthday boy himself standing in front of you.

“Y/N!” He grins, leaning down to hug you. A genuine smile takes over your features as you hug him back, the blond being an old friend of yours. “I’m glad you came.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” You reassure him as he pulls away, causing him to cock an eyebrow.

“Or anyone? He asks, and you sigh, resisting the urge to look back at Michael.

“Not even he could keep me from coming.”

“You know at some point, one of you has to swallow your pride and realise this is stupid right?”

“Well it’s not going to be me.”

“Do me one thing, for my birthday?” He asks you, and you nod hesitantly. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him anymore.”

“You know I can’t do that.” You mumble, looking down at your shoes. He hums as your best friend reappears, saying a quick hello as she hands you your drink. He watches you carefully, before smirking.

“Come on.”

He grabs your hand before striding across the room, dragging you behind him. Your eyes widen when you realise who he’s heading for, but your protests fall on deaf ears. Luke stops, shoving you forward.

“You’re both still in love with each other.” He states. “If you fix it you never have to buy me a present again.”

Michael’s eyes snap to yours, Luke smirking beside you. He studies you for a minute, both of you trying to read the other, before he lets out a small sigh.

“Fuck it.” He mutters, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, free hand moving to hold his neck. Luke cheers, moving away as Michael pulls back, forehead still touching yours. “Hey Princess.”

You grin, tilting your head to press another chaste kiss to his lips, Michael’s smile growing.

“Hey Mike.”