barely made it home

anonymous asked:

Have you read any fics where Viktor and Yuuri are switched? Sorta like everything is the same except Yuuri is the legend and Viktor is the untapped potential? I'm not sure if I'm making much sense. Sorry.

Thanks for these requests! This is a great AU!

Role Reversal AU

body music (reverse au) series by fan_nerd, Teen, 31k
A series of fics where yuuri is 27/28 and is victor’s coach; victor is 23/24 and has idolized yuuri. role reversal au. LOVE! Must read!

Love is a Special Sort of Power by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 2.9k (WIP)
27-year-old reigning world champion and soon-to-be-coach Katsuki Yuuri’s power of love is super effective! AWESOME fic!

Saudade by AdvisedPanic, Teen, 6.6k
After an injury at the GPS that prevents his 5th consecutive win, Victor vows to return to skating to reclaim his title. Katsuki Yuuri is a ballet danseur who suffered a similar injury years before and made a successful comeback. Yuuri choreographs and coaches Victor through his toughest competitive season yet, but as it will always be, they fall in love along the way. Great role reversal AU!

Strut by Panny, Mature, 15k (WIP)
All Victor had ever wanted was to skate on the same ice as his idol, Yuuri Katsuki, as an equal. All Yuuri wanted was to be a figure skating hermit and ignore the world. Thumbs up!

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) by DasWarSchonKaputt, Teen, 28k
Role reversal au, wherein Yuuri is a figure skating legend in the making - mostly made, or so they say - who decides to take a season off at the peak of his career, and Victor is the runaway international student from Russia who joins his university and cons Yuuri into becoming his coach. Definitely recommend!

Victor On Ice by Artdefines06, Gen, 19k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov won’t be skating this season. What was Yuuri supposed to do now? Must read!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. LOVE!

A Sequence for You by wisia, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki retired from ice skating without any medals or breaking any records. It’s fine. He couldn’t have made it anyway. So, why was Victor Nikiforov asking him to be his coach? Highly recommend!

Allegro Appassionato! : A Yuri!!! on Ice Role Reversal AU series by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 11k
There was a man who took the figure skating world by storm. There was a man who toppled the living legend, and was crowned as the Ice Prince. And the man disappeared, no one ever heard from him again. Until a video was posted on YouTube, and Yuri Plisetsky took off to Japan. Great role reversal AU!

On Ice, Yuri!!! by octothorpe, Gen, 4.8k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki’s winning routine always involved the following steps: receive the gold medal and bouquet, smile at the cameras, and graciously thank his supporters. Instead of participating in the after-podium charade, he finds himself at emergency step number four: take refuge in a bathroom stall to quell the beginnings of an anxiety attack. Can’t wait for more!

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Sex Bomb (Smut)


Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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snapdragon-princess-deactivated  asked:

Do you know of any au/alternate canon fanfic where Yuuri is a more confident person? Can be due to time-travel, or any other reasons.

Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that may fit what your looking for! I love confident Yuuri! (Psst… you can find more confident!Yuuri fics on my role reversal AU list!)

Confident Yuuri

Escort Me by lucycamui, Explicit, 5k
On a ‘business’ trip to Tokyo, Victor picks up a captivating escort… ft. Confident Yuuri! Thumbs up! (The ending is not what you’d expect hahaha)

Surprise, Motherfuckers by LazyPotatoo, Gen, 5.3k
When Yuuri and his friends stumble upon an unusual bar, Yuuri is forced to showcase a skill of his past. Oh, and then he accidentally becomes an urban legend. Thumbs up!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. Well, it’s not as if the Japanese legend has been able to get 23-year-old Viktor Nikiforov out of his mind since the young man enchanted him at the GPF banquet in Sochi months earlier, anyway. Role swap AU!

Faded by martialartist816, Explicit, 6.2k
Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Exactly What I Wanted by SharkGirl, Teen, 722 words
“That depends.” Yuuri scooched closer, bumping their noses. “Are you hungry?” Quick, cute one shot!

Bedroom Warfare by RedishBlueRose, Explicit, 2.1k
In the middle of the night, a war commences inside a hotel room. SPICY KATSUDON

Drape me in your warmth by Miiika, Teen, 27k (WIP)
So Victor being Victor, he kidnapped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Prince AU!

Weakness by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 1.8k
“Some might have thought it was a poor choice, pointing out a skater’s flaws. But to him, it was a symbol of both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was something that could push him to do better or bring him to his knees. And that something was watching him from across the ice right now.” VERY sweet!

stay young (go dancing) by ryuuzaou, Explicit, 7.2k
“Do you do this with every pretty boy that serves you champagne?” Yuuri asks, finally a touch of humor in his tone. “I’ll admit, I’m the flirty type,” Viktor says, “but I haven’t asked to kiss any.” Oh, fuck it. Yuuri throws caution to the wind and says, “You won’t have to.” Shy on the streets, eros in the sheets… ;)

Age as Fireflies at Dusk by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche), Teen, 4k
In which it’s more than obvious to Lilia Baranovskaya that Yuuri is trained in ballet, and Yuuri proves to have more of a backbone than anyone in the Russian contingent except Yuri expected to see. Especially when Victor isn’t around to act as a buffer. Great fic!

last year’s offer (this year’s guarantee) by persephoneggsy, Explicit, 3.5k
When Victor gives Yuuri more details about what happened the night of the banquet, the Japanese skater ends up finding out that he did one more embarrassing thing before he inevitably passed out. HOT!!

Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov. WOW!

Love Wins! by QuinnTuha608, Explicit, 4.6k
After Yuuri ends the Cup of China short program competitions with a new personal best and a spot at the top Viktor decides to celebrate by going out on a date; later in the night Yuuri explores his more dominant side in the bedroom. HOOOO BOY IT’S HOT UP IN HERE

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

anonymous asked:

99 with taehyung or yoongi! Make it angsty as posibble please 😊

Prompt: “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Everything falls apart once you realize you’re pregnant.

Word count: 1k

A/N: There will be a Part 2, but this can be read as a standalone. Also, I chose to write this with Yoongi because Tae loves kids and I couldn’t make it angsty with him 🙃

Part One | Part Two (both can be read separately)

Yoongi had never been the most attentive of boyfriends–you knew that well. You had been dating him for almost two years, just recently moving into his apartment.

He worked as a music producer, often engrossing himself in his work and neglecting his own health. There would be weeks where Yoongi hardly came home, barely acknowledging you.

He made up for those difficult weeks by being perfect to you afterwards. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but you loved Yoongi and would rather wait for him.

Currently, you were going through a rather difficult stretch in your relationship. Yoongi had been producing a new album for an upcoming hip-hop group called BTS. He was also creating his own mixtape on the side.

This time, however, you were happy about your boyfriend’s absence. You had a lot to reflect on.

After all, you had an aching suspicion that you were pregnant.

Your period was late. Very late. At first, you attributed it to stress from your own job and Yoongi. But it was far passed the point of stress now.

A few days ago, you had bought a pregnancy test. It was sitting on the bathroom counter, and you stood opposite of it, trying to build up the confidence to confirm your suspicions.

Eventually, you brought yourself to do it. And, indeed, a few minutes later, the small test you held in your hand read positive.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Yoongi hadn’t come home. The only comfort you could find was in the warmth of your empty bed, pretending the blankets pulled around you were Yoongi’s embrace.


The next morning, you woke up to an intense bout of nausea. Rushing to the washroom, you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Violent wretches raked through your weak frame.

You knew immediately that this was morning sickness. Your older sister had had a baby a few years ago, and you helped her throughout her pregnancy.

On shaky legs, you lifted yourself up and flushed the toilet. You tried removing the bitter aftertaste from your mouth with cold water.

You had to tell Yoongi. You could already guess how he would react. He didn’t want children–not yet–and he didn’t want to settle down, either.

But where did that leave you?

With trembling hands, you picked up your cell phone from your nightstand. Sitting down on your bed, you dialed Yoongi’s number. Your phone rang for ages, and you were afraid he wasn’t going to answer at all.

“Y/N?” Yoongi called, his voice tired and scratchy. “I’m at work right now. What do you need?”

“Are you coming home soon?” you asked, keeping your tone steady.

“Probably in an hour or two,” your boyfriend answered. “Why?”

“I just need to talk to you,” you whispered. You began to pull the phone away from your ear, moving to hang up. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”

A few hours later, Yoongi did come home. His haggard frame appeared in the doorway. You were waiting for him in the living room. As he moved closer, you could see the dark circles ringing his eyes.

“Hey,” he rasped, his voice probably overused from rapping.

Wordlessly, you handed him your pregnancy test. He regarded it with a blank expression. Then, he laughed coldly, throwing the pregnancy test onto the coffee table.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Yoongi demanded, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

“I know,” you whispered, un-shed tears clouding your vision. “I’m sorry. I just took the test this morning.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi choked out. “You’re sure this thing is right?”

You nodded. “I’m having morning sickness already,” you admitted. You looked up at your boyfriend, meeting his eye for the first time. “Yoongi, I don’t know what to do! I know-”

“Y/N, you know where I stand,” Yoongi interrupted, rubbing his hand over his face. “You know I can’t do this with you, not right now.”

“What does that mean for me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Yoongi was silent for a few moments. “If you want to have this baby,” he finally spoke, “then you can’t be with me.”

A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye. You tilted your head up, looking at the ceiling. “Okay,” you breathed, and the finality of this statement shattered your heart into pieces.

You packed as much as you could into one suitcase. Earlier, you texted your sister to let her know you needed to crash with her for awhile. As you collected your belongings, you couldn’t help but entertain the “what ifs” running through your mind.

What if you had never gotten pregnant? What if Yoongi loved you enough to let you stay?

Eventually, with your luggage in tow, you met Yoongi by the front door.

“I guess this is goodbye,” you said, looking at your feet. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. He opened the door for you, moving aside to let you pass.

“Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating?” Yoongi asked suddenly, his voice somber. “I told you to never ask me to choose between music and you.”

“Because music would win every time,” you said, completing Yoongi’s thought. The tears you had been holding in finally escaped, cascading down your face. “Goodbye, Yoongi. Good luck with everything.”


Yoongi released his mixtape a few weeks later. You opened your laptop and  streamed it immediately, missing the sound of his voice. The title of one track caught your eye.

First Love.

You moved the cursor to begin playing it. You wondered if the song would be about you.

Soon, you were hit by the harsh reality of things. Yoongi’s deep voice flooded through your speakers, but his guttural voice only made your heart ache. Yoongi rapped passionately about his one and only love, music.

It was then that you realized you there was no room for you in Yoongi’s life–or his heart. You could only be grateful that he shared a part of himself with you for the short amount of time that you dated.

In the end, you were happy to carry Yoongi’s child–if that meant having something to remember him by.

- Girl in Luv

Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for Part 2. If you want to read more imagines by us, please send some requests! Check out our prompts page for ideas xx

Something Sweet

Dean x Reader

Ice cream for breakfast leads to something sweeter.

Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, making out, explicit smut quickie, hunting injury.  
WC: 1669 On AO3

A/N: This is for @atari-writes Birthday Challenge- Happy Birthday! Prompts are L and #8 in bold. And for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge, Prompt #52 from Never Been Kissed in bold italics. 

It’d been a rough hunt. Sam, Dean, and I had been ambushed by more vamps than we expected, and barely made it out of there alive. Two hundred miles later we were home and as the Impala rolled into the garage I slowly opened my eyes. Dean turned the car off and looked over his shoulder.

“Wake up, sweetheart. We’re home.” He opened the driver’s side door and crawled out before opening the backdoor. “Can you walk by yourself?”

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Honestly, nurses are hard to love

This is dove-tailing off the post by @polyandthenomials

In a normal relationship, when you get home from work you sit down and tell each other about your day. But when you’re a nurse, most of your stories are either gross or sad. You usually opt for the gross stories because you feel guilty about sharing the sad ones because you don’t want your partner to have to carry that with them. We carry it around all day every day, and we don’t want to burden someone else with it. But if we don’t burden other people with it, that means we keep it to ourselves. And that can make us distant, and tired, and cold. All of those things we aren’t supposed to be because we’re nurses. So sometimes we come to tumblr to share it because we know there are people out there who will understand. And sometimes we get criticized for it. Called bad nurses. Called heartless. So we bottle it up again. And the cycle continues.

But back to why it’s hard to love a nurse. We work long hours that are physically, emotionally, and mentally demanding. We have to be at the top of our game for 12.5 consecutive hours. And some of us do it in the middle of the night. I joke with my fiancé that I pretty much just live in a perpetual state of jet lag. And that means that I rarely have the energy to cook or clean or shop. Throughout our entire relationship, we have been very passionate about keeping things equal. But now that I’ve started work, they’re not equal. He has to shoulder some of it, because I simply can’t.

Aside from that, there’s the normal human response to being exhausted. Sometimes I snap at him when I shouldn’t. Sometimes I’m cranky. Other times it manifests itself as anxiety. Not to mention that my eating schedule is all kinds of messed up, which comes with its own set of “side effects.”

I guess what we’re trying to say is that we recognize that sometimes it takes extra energy to love us. It takes patience. It takes attempting to understand something that you could never really know. It takes understanding that sometimes we can’t tell you about our day. Understanding that I’ve been awake for 24 hours and barely made it home in one piece, and all I want is a shower and my bed.

It’s hard to love us, but we need it. We can take care of ourselves, but we need to know that someone is there to listen to the unspeakable, and to pick up the slack we lay down, and to show us light and laughter and hope outside the four walls of our hospitals. We don’t need to be coddled or let off the hook for our mistakes. We just need a little grace after spending 12 hours knowing any little mistake could mean a life. We need grace.

Silence // Spencer Reid

Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.

Originally posted by visions-of-brighter-love

There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.

You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.

“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.

“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”

He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.

“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.  

“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.

“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”

You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.

You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.

Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.

That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.

Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.

“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”

Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.

You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.

Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.

“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly,  aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.

“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.

“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.

“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged. 

“Of course.”

Life, it turned out, had its own plans.

It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.

You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.

Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.

He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.

“Y/N, what did you do?”

You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.

“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”

You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.

“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”

“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.

“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”

“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.

“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”

“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame.  "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“



Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.

He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.

“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.

“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.

And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.


Updated Aug 08/17*

Upcoming Fics

{{ Bucky x Reader }}

Stay With Me (ongoing)

one | two | three | four

Summary: With Hydra exposed and the flames still raging from the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., only one man stands and walks away from the wreckage. Still wet and wounded from the fight, the Winter Soldier hides away from the panicked crowds and tries to tear down the shackles in his mind. He barely had time to process the concept of his freedom when the girl finds him. >>> The girl saw them crash and burn; she heard the people screaming but knew she couldn’t get too close. Still struggling with her own lost past and understanding her extraordinary abilities, she needed to get home and away from the mayhem. She barely made it to her front door when she found the man that would change her life forever.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, violence, slow burn, canon compliant, language

All My Friends Are Heathens (complete)

Series Masterlist *

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Warnings: Monster/creature au, mentions of blood/biting, sexual tension, slow burn, smut, fluff

Coming Home (complete)

one | two | three | four | five

Summary: Typically, you and Bucky go on missions together, but this isn’t a typical mission apparently. The most important thing is that you both come home to each other at the end of the day.

Warnings: Mild sexual content, angst, violence, language


Love is For Children | Part 2

Summary: You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, sexual tension, mostly humour and fluff

Bottle Blonde

Summary: Bucky has two people he cares for more than anything in this world. It’s just too bad that one of them is a little shit and the other is this close to kicking his ass.

Warnings: Minor language, Steve being a prick

Then & Now

Summary: Memories of a drive-in and the promise that you’ll always be his girl.

Warnings: Fluff, flashbacks, 40s!Bucky, light sexual content

Lovin’ Mr. Barnes

Summary: Living in the 40s isn’t all the bad, especially when you have your blue-eyed boy by your side.

Warnings: Light sexual content (dry humping), fluff, cute stuff


Summary: During a relaxing day off with the team, Bucky gets a little too laid back and says something that may end up changing the dynamic of his friendship with you.

Warnings: Fluff and humour, talking about butts

Hot or Cold | Getting Warmer

Summary: Relaxing innocently with your friends takes a turn when your body betrays you. You finally decide to approach the man responsible for your situation.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual tension, slow burn, smut, unprotected sex

Bucky, My Love. Bucky, Our Baby

Summary: You and Bucky are having a baby but you keep trying to hold off telling the rest of the team. How will they react when you finally tell them?

Warnings: Some flashbacks, mostly fluff and humour, language

Breaking Down Walls

Summary: As a new member of the team, you’re a bit more cautious and guarded with your feelings. When the others start to notice your chemistry with Bucky, they can’t help but try to close the gap between the two of you.

Warnings: Reader has powers, angsty feels, open-ended

Steve Rogers, Human Dorito

Summary: When one of your teammates complicates a simple mission, he ends up only making it worse for himself

Warnings: Language, reader gets wounded, fluff and generally silly

Bird Brain Barton

Summary: All you wanted to do was spend your day off with Bucky, but when your friend Clint asks for a favor, you decide to help him out. Hindsight is 20/20.

Warnings: Very first fic posted!, fluff and humour

{{ Steve x Reader }}

Captain & Corrupter

Summary: A night out with friends turns from playful to sinful when you decide to have a little more fun with the first super soldier

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, pure filth

{{ Tony x Reader }}

Anything & Everything

Summary: Tony Stark is a man capable of many things, but parenthood? Being the son of Howard Stark didn’t exactly give him the confidence or prepare him for this new role

Warnings: Stark!daughter, angst, death of a parent, fluff, feels

{{ Clint x Reader }}


Summary: A friend gets you injured and confined to the compound but things turn out better than expected

Warnings: Fluff and cute

“Broken” (Chapter Three)

Clint is a saint you guys. Easily on one of the sweetest characters in the world.

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“Where’s Steve?” Natasha entered the kitchen, dropping a quick kiss on Clint’s cheek as she scooted around him for a drink. “I haven’t seen him all day. Barely got a chance to say anything to him last night.”

“I think—” Clint was frowning at a recipe, his hands deep in a bowl of dough. “I think he and Bucky have been holed up in their room for the day. Trying to get Bucky to adjust to everything.”

Natasha made a disagreeable noise, and Clint shot her a look. “Don’t do that, Nat. We all agreed it would be best to bring Bucky home, we all agreed to help as much as needed while he recovers from his conditioning. You need to suck it up.”


“Suck it up, Nat!” The Omega snapped, wings flaring in annoyance. “All of us at some point or another have needed the team to step in and look out for us and deal with our bull shit. Bucky is no different. If he needs Steve holed up in their room because he can’t face us, then that’s what we can give him, alright?”

“But he’s not one of us.” Natasha pointed out, folding her arms stubbornly. “He’s an assassin.”

“So are you.”

“Yes, but I haven’t made an unsanctioned kill in years. Bucky on the other hand, has been a Hydra agent for seventy years and has just barely dropped his programming. A few months ago he was literally trying to kill us.”

“And?” Clint reached for more flour. “What’s your point? You and I met when I tried to kill you, right?”


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prompt: #8 “Don’t touch him!” 
pairing: destiel
tags: bullying tw, punk!cas, hurt/comfort, violence tw, high school au
a/n: why do I always write about alistair being a bully, where is my inspiration
for @envydean

“Alistair, please-”

“You think you can come away with begging, you little faggot?” Alistair scoffed as he pushed Castiel further up against the wall. 

He scraped Castiel’s back against the rough stone, not caring that the other whimpered and hissed. His jacket lay useless on the ground, covered in mud, so his bare arms scratched against the wall as well. A few guys stood around, laughing but not doing anything.  "I don’t fall for those pretty blue eyes, you know that right? I’m not a weirdo or a freak, like you.“

While Castiel thought Alistair was exactly those two things, he thought it was better not to say so, seen his situation. If he had a little more muscle, he’d give Alistair a few good punches in the face. He huffed, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

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Say no more

Feeling a tad bit angsty though i’m not sure if I delivered that through the piece. This was probably not what you had in mind when you requested this but it took a turn like this so hopefully you don’t mind at all! Thank you for sending in your request and I hope you enjoy. 

PS: My sickness just got worst and now I’m running a fever too so updates will really be slow until I can function normally like a healthy person! I’ll be putting my health first but rest assured, I will be getting through your requests as soon as I can. Hopefully, I’ll be less sick tomorrow and well enough the day after. Hope you guys understand! Thank you.

You can read the second installment here: TWO

You never thought you would ever come to this point in your relationship. You always thought the two of you were strong enough to go through it together but your nights are mostly spent alone and you barely even see him anymore. You don’t know if this is because he is getting busier by the waking minute or if he has fallen out of love with you. You can’t tell at all.

There are times when he doesn’t even come home for a few days, a week at most and during those times when he is not at home, he barely even sends you any text messages and you are just so consumed with worry that you have started to neglect your own feelings and even your own health.

You miss your boyfriend. You absolutely miss Tim.

Things used to be really wonderful between the two of you before. He rarely ever kept secrets from you. You knew he had been Robin before he became Red Robin. All of his important secrets – even his parents – he has never kept them away from you. He would often tell you things about his missions, the people he has managed to save and the people that he didn’t manage to save at all. Sometimes you think Tim’s empathy will be the cause of his own downfall. Still you keep by his side, supporting him through thick and thin, ups and downs.

So when Tim finally comes back to you completely plastered, right off the bat you knew something is wrong. Tim rarely ever drinks to the point where he gets this plastered. Tipsy, yes but drunk, rarely ever.

You didn’t recognize the man standing in front of you but he had been surprised to see you there. You had caught that look on his face before it disappeared, replaced by yet another unreadable expression. You shrug it off – Tim’s the only thing that matters right now.

“I didn’t really know who to call or how to operate his phone.” The man simply tells you before depositing the drunk Tim in to your arms. You can smell the alcohol on him and you almost want to puke – you’ve never really liked the smell of alcohol. You quietly thank the man and with one last (questioning?) look at you, the man leaves the building and you close the door behind you with an uneasy, heavy heart.

“Tim, what have you been doing?” You ask yourself as you try to help Tim to go to the bedroom. You are currently supporting him, holding his arm and trying to lead him to the bedroom. Tim groans and says something intangible. You strain to hear his words – you have missed listening to his voice so much. “I can’t understand you, Tim.”

Tim narrows his eyes at you before trying to pull away from you, shoving your shoulders. He is weak and drunk enough that he was not able to put in a lot of strength in his push but you still manage to stumble a little bit, quite surprised by his reaction. “Let go of me.” He hisses, surprising you yet again with his response.

You can feel your heart starting to race because this is not how you envisioned meeting your boyfriend after not being around for a week. You envisioned something more like Tim hugging you and telling you he misses you just like how you have missed him. This is certainly not what you had expected: Tim coming back to you, drunk and hostile towards you.

You release the hold you have on Tim and he pulls his arms away from your hold, moving away with much difficulty from you. You would be lying if you say that did not hurt your feelings because it did. It hurt you so much.

You follow after Tim, keeping your distance especially when he kept growling at you for following him closely. There were words said that Tim normally wouldn’t say being thrown at you too. “I am not incompetent!” He yells at you after the fifth time you tried to follow him to help and this causes you to abruptly stop.

Tim maneuvers around the place drunkenly, hands on the wall and manages to somehow reach the bedroom in his drunken state. You follow after him quietly and when he flops down on to the bed, that is when you begin to talk to him. In hindsight, you probably should have not since Tim looked like he was not in any state of rational talking but you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where have you been, Tim? I miss you.” Half of you weren’t really expecting any sort of coherent answer because of how intoxicated he currently is. The other half is just hoping he would at least give you an explanation.

Tim surprises you. “Here and there but mostly there. This place is just suffocating me. I hate it.” His words cut you like a knife. You can feel your blood draining and your face is probably pale. “It’s like I’m being buried alive.” You never knew Tim felt that way – is this how he felt about being in a relationship with you? It makes you wonder if all those times you spent with him meant nothing to him. Is this the reason why he barely came home at all?

Hearing those words from him made you feel as if your entire being has started sinking with depression. You knew right at that moment; you would have to ask him. Not for his sake but mostly for your own. You love Tim far too much to let him continue to hurt you like this. Tears well up in your eyes as your heart begins to crack, pieces falling off in to the dark abyss that is beginning to grow inside you.

“Did you ever love me, Tim?” You try your hardest to hold back the sobs but your vision is starting to get blurry and you know there are tears streaming down your face. You didn’t even bother wiping them away. What is the point?

Tim rolls his eyes, groaning at how annoying and high-pitched your voice sounds like. “Can you just shut up?” He grumbles before glaring at you as best as he can. “Probably not in the way you wanted me to.” He slurs before promptly turning to look away from you. A few seconds later, Tim is dead to the world, snoring away in his sleep.

You knew you should not really take his words to heart because Tim is drunk but you really just could not take it anymore. Tim has been neglecting you and you have spent all of those times worrying about him and yet, this is how he treats you. He takes your heart and rips them apart in to pieces.

You begin to sob uncontrollably. Despite how much you try to muffle your sobs; you really could not help yourself. You cried and cried for the longest time.

“I can’t stay here.” You tell yourself once you managed to get your sobbing under control. You really don’t think you can face Tim in the morning and still act as if nothing had happened the previous night even when you know he had torn your heart in to irreparable pieces. You may know how to act but you are not that good of an actress.

So you pick yourself up, head over to your wardrobe, grab a few pieces of clothing and head over to your vanity table to grab your purse. You made sure you had every important belonging with you – your passport most importantly.

As much as you hated leaving at the middle of the night like this, you have had enough and despite wanting to leave Tim unattended, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So you pour him a glass of water, place said glass of water, some Advil and a bottle of water on his bedside table.

“I love you so much, Tim.” Your heart simply continues to break – you don’t think it will ever be alright ever again – and right now, you are just too damn tired to pick up the pieces anymore. So you take one last look at Tim before leaving the apartment and the man that has taken your heart entirely.

anonymous asked:

I really love your writing and I'm so glad that you're accepting requests again :"> how about the RFA react to MC who had a weakness for sweet treats, like MC can be very upset or angry whatsoever but as fast as she receive sweet, she turns fluffy and forget everything.

Oh, I hope this is >>sweet<< enough for you! :p

RFA with a MC who has a weak for candy


  • “Why do you need candy, babe, when you have the ultimate eye candy right in front of you?”
  • “Tempting. But can I please get my chocolate right now?” you glared at him, and he passed the bar to you.
  • You would usually laugh of his flirty jokes, but not when chocolate was the subject. Oh hell no! Chocolate is a serious matter here.
  • He doesn’t like when you get too serious, and since he doesn’t really care for sweet, he doesn’t really get it why do you get so serious about candy.
  • But he thinks it’s so funny, so he likes to tease you and hide the candy sometimes, and that’s why you’re glaring at him right now.
  • As soon as you finally have your chocolate, you smile playfully at him, and we know what these looks mean
  • “I guess I have plenty room for desert.” He says, dragging you to the bedroom.


  • You barely saw each other today, both of you were busy with college and work.
  • And when you two finally made it home, you were both grumpy.
  • You barely said hello to each other, any word now would lead to a completely useless fight over something really stupid.
  • You grabbed the whipped cream can, he grabbed the M&Ms package and you both sat on the couch.
  • “Okay, so was your day?” he asks, you chug some whipped cream and answer him. “Ugh, don’t even get me started!”
  • For outsiders, maybe this could be really weird, but the candy therapy has been going on for a while after long days, turns out that this need for candy is another thing you have in common.
  • You end up with some whipped cream in your cheek, which he licks promptly, you both blush, but it doesn’t last long. You both bolt to the bedroom immediately.


  • While she’s usually in charge of the coffee, you’re in charge of the baking.
  • That is not only about the café, it’s how it works in home too.
  • And you take baking very seriously, as serious as she takes coffee. So she’s used to you getting all grumpy when one recipe is not working out.
  • She tastes a little of the frosting cake you’re trying to do. “Hmmm, this is good, MC!” “NO, DON’T TASTE THAT YET! IT’S NOT READY AND IT’S BAD!”
  • You two look at each other, scared. You immediately regret for overreacting like this, she just shrugs and tells you not to be so hard on yourself. Ugh, she’s a saint…
  • “I mean… maybe I am tasting this wrong. Here, have some more.” You offer her and quickly steal a kiss from her. “Hum, yeah, you were right, this is good…”
  • The cake you were baking ended up burnt, but neither of you cared, you were too busy in the bedroom.


  • “I’m pretty sure they all taste the same, my love. Just pick one.”
  • You look at him offended. , then just roll you eyes. Uh oh… he forgets you’re very sensitive concerning candy.
  • “Why would you even say that, Jumin? This one is made of mirtillo, this one is strawberry, and this one is banana!” you’re pointing to all the toffees in the candy store that you’ve been stuck for half an hour trying to pick the flavors.
  • “MC, the flavor is artificial, they probably use the same ingredients in all of them and just change the colorings and…” “Huh! They have pineapple too!”
  • He sighs, you’re not hearing any of this, are you? But he must say, you getting all excited over candy it’s so cute, he can’t even…
  • “Jumin, hurry and help me choose it!” that’s his cue. He grabs your shoulders and makes you look at him.
  • “I already chose the sweetest thing here.” He kisses you, you don’t even know what flavor you picked, you just needed to head out of that store immediately.


  • Why are the lines on amusement park’s rides so damn long?
  • You could have waited patiently if you have eaten something before, but now you’re starting to get a little bad mood…
  • Saeyoung is goofing off to kill some time, but you aren’t having it at all. You need to eat something, doesn’t matter what! Though you’re super down to some candy, since it’s usually you go-to snack
  • Then he sees the solution. “Oh, MC!~ Look what I bought for you!” he shows you the cotton candy and your face immediately lightens up.
  • You rush to grab it, but he pulls away. “Uh-uh, you’ve got to earn it~” then he takes a piece and places up his mouth like a mustache.
  • He looks at you with a teasing smirk, almost like he’s daring you to do something with these much people around, but you’re hungry! For the cotton candy and… for him.
  • He’s a blushing mess when you lean closer and takes the cotton candy, chuckling. “You took my mustache, lady! I must have it back!” he pulls you closer for a kiss, yeah, forget that ride, this is amusing enough for both of you.

marry me

summary: she felt like she was living in a wretched nightmare, an endless dream of twists and turns. 
pairing: katsuki/ochako
word count: 3154
theme: day 6; arranged marriage // modern au 

a/n: this is a part of @bnhararepairweek!

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Hey everyone! Couple of things I wanted to share…

1) I’ve been dealing with a family emergency since Thursday, it’s been a rough few days but I’m hoping things start to look up. Well wishes and positive vibes are all I can ask for. 

2) Because of that family emergency, I haven’t been able to focus on writing as much. Whatever happens in the next couple of days, might delay the next chapter. I was tempted to break this into two chapters but I figured that would be too cruel.

3) This is long as hell. It’s 6000+ words. It’s going to be a bitch to read on tumblr but hopefully you enjoy.

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Nessian Part Twenty One by L.J. LaFleur


The ground beneath me quaked on impact; my knees groaned upon landing. Behind me, the field of wheat began to fill with Illyrian soldiers, the wind disrupted by the flaps of their wings. Our dark armor contrasted with the golden grass. Rising to my feet, I sniffed the autumn air for her familiar scent.

Farmers fled, dropping their plows and buckets. They ran towards the castle, banging on the metal gate. I watched as the guards pulled them inside, as the look of horror brushed across each of their faces. To see the Night Court army in person, to see a field of winged warriors—I’m sure a few of them soiled their trousers.

Inhaling deeply—vanilla and spice, my head whipped in her direction. Eyes narrowed; another breath in. Surveying the western wing…there. A deep growl built inside my chest. They had locked her in the dungeon, leaving her in Ferron’s keep. Grisly thoughts pried at my brain. I couldn’t think of what they had done to her, of the pain she possibly experienced. It only fed the flame of my eternal wrath.

I would not fail her again, a promise I had made every time the sun danced on the horizon. Find her, bring her home and by the bloody mother above—kiss her before anything else goes wrong.

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Post 2x20 (Malec fic)

Alec grunted slightly as he rolled onto his side. He did not want to be awake yet. His whole body felt broken, he felt like he’d been taken apart and put back together. His back was a little stiff and he opened his eyes grudgingly to find he was laying on Magnus’ living room floor, his beautiful warlock was lying close by, on his stomach completely naked. Alec was also naked save for the decorative throw that they’d pulled from the couch the previous night, it was still draped over most of his legs. Luckily they were on top of a thick fluffy rug so they had been relatively comfortable. Just across the floor lay four empty champagne bottles and one half empty bottle of tequila. Alec smiled as the memories from last night came flooding back. They’d won the war against valentine. They’d made up. They’d come home barely making it through the door before they’d been tearing at each other’s clothes. They had sex right away in the living room, no time to make it to the bedroom. Desperate sex, passionate sex. Both unwilling to stop touching, kissing, moaning each other’s names. They didn’t last long, coming together in perfect unison. The kind of sex that was making up for their lost time. It hadn’t been long but to both of them it felt like an age.

The second time they’d made love. After many drinks, whispered longings and confessions they came back together with deep kisses and found themselves making love, this time it was long, luscious sex. Rocking together and clinging to each other. They were in no rush, they just loved each other until they came a second time, sweating and sticky, foreheads pressed together.
The third time was after the tequila and the music and the dancing.
Dancing too close, Alec purposely grinding into Magnus while he sucked at his neck and Magnus had been driven wild.
They fell into the low coffee table and they fucked. There was no other term for it. They fucked each other hard and fast, falling onto the fluffy rug and changing positions until they were both a shaking mess. Utterly spent and seeking nothing more than cuddling and sleep. Magnus had pulled the comforter off the couch and covered their bodies before they drifted off.

Alec wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep but nature called and he grudgingly got up and made his way to the bathroom. He smirked when he saw himself in then full length gilded mirror. His boyfriend had really done a number on him. His pale skin lit up with purple and blue welt marks. His hair clearly stating “well fucked” by the way it was sticking up. He considered finding his stele and healing himself but he shrugged and left the marks. Magnus made them, he’d claimed Alec again and marked his territory and Alec was more than happy to wear them.

When he was done Alec quietly padded bare footed back to Magnus. He got down on to rug and draped the blanket over them both.
Magnus stirred for a second.
“Alec? Alexander?” He said jumping awake, and moving into his side quickly.
“I’m here.” Alec said quietly and Magnus sighed and closed his eyes briefly.
“I thought you’d left me.” Magnus said sleepily, he rolled onto his back and pulled Alec down onto his chest, encircling him tightly.
“Nope.” Alec said and he relaxed into Magnus. “Never.” He pressed a kiss to his chest and closed his eyes again.

Bachelor {Tony Stark Oneshot}

“Could you write a Tony Stark x Reader with 28 & 3 where the reader and tony are engaged and tony comes back drunk from his bachelor party and gushes to the reader about how he loves her and is excited for their marriage then gets all embarrassed the morning after I love your blog!!”-Anonymous {xoxoxo}

  I’m going to kill Rhodey and Happy. How could they let him get this drunk! And how much freaking glitter could possibly be on him ? Oh God, I can only imagine how many strippers this glitter came from. Gross.

  4 am you received a call from Tony’s limo driver, requesting help in getting him, along with rhodey and Happy, out of his limo. It wasn’t too bad , rhodey and happy leaned on each other as they drunkenly made their way into your home, Tony could barely walk straight , so you had to toss his arm over your shoulder and slightly drag him in. You make sure the other two men are settled in the guest rooms, telling Friday to monitor their vital incase they need assistance .

 You finally get mumbling tony into you room, and drop him into your bed .

“You know You’re even cuter when I’m drunk ” he slurs, wiggling his eyebrows at you,“ c'mere baby.” He reaches for you , but you step back

“ you are not getting anything tonight Tony. You need to sleep this off .” You grab him some Tylenol and water, watching as he takes them , then sheds his clothes until he’s in his boxers .

“ how was your party sweetheart ?” You ask when you’re finally in bed with him .

He turns to you with a smile , “ it was great ! There was strippers , and booze , I’m pretty sure rhodey talked sam into licking whip cream off a strippers ass crack.” You both snort out laughing ,

  “ you guys need to stop picking on him tony!”

“ hey he loved it !” He argues . “ but you know what? It was missing something.” His tone changed , going from excited to sad. .you wait a few seconds before he continues “ it was fun, everything a party should be ! Hell I’d say it was even Stark party level good . But it needed something to complete it for me … it needed you. It wasn’t the same without you there.” You know he’s trying to be sweet, but you can’t help the laugh that slips out .

“ I love you darling; but I will never go to a strip club with you . Ever ”

  “ no no I know that. But I just- as much as I appreciated the party, I just wanted to be home with you. I can’t wait for this - for us to finally be married , forever.” He takes our hand and brings it to his lips. “ waking up to you everyday is going to be awesome , regardless of your morning breath and crazy hair . ”

“ watch it Stark , you’re breathe doesn’t smell like rainbows in the morning either!” He leans closer , gently kissing your lips.

“ I love you more than you can imagine my dear. Always remember that , no matter how much of a grade A jackass I can be, you are it for me. You are my life, you are my love . ” For a second you can’t believe how deep drunk tony just got , maybe he was faking being trashed .

  “ we can be like those old people from the notebook. What were their names ? Aoah and nallie? Oh shit no! Ryan and Rachel right!? We’ll be better than them, we are way more attractive anyway, have you seen me? Have you seen you? Damn.” Oh no, he’s definitely trashed .

“ their names are ally and Noah , love.”

“ no , that’s not it. I’m pretty sure it’s jack and rose.”

You bite back your laughter, “ I love you to Tony , there will never be anyone else for me.” When you turn to look, he’s passed out, drool already starting to form. Yep, I’m marrying this.

 The sound of groaning wakes you up, a smile already forming on your face.

  “ good morning sunshine.”

what the hell happened last night? I - when did I get home ?”

“ around 4 darling .”

“ oh god . I didn’t do anything stupid , why do I remember something about whipped cream and strippers.”

“ Wilson licked whipped cream off a strippers ass.” You answered casually. He let or a quick chuckle groaning right after. “ anything else I should know about ?” He asks

  “ Tony, what’s the name of the couple in the notebook?”

“ how the hell should I know?”

  “ so it’s not aoah or nally ?” The mispronounced Names must of sparked a memory.

“ oh dear God. What-”

  “ you declared your undying love for me, and said we are going to be better than jack and rose from the notebook .” He rolled over, shoving the pillow over his face

  “ that so many different levels of incorrect.”

You snort out laughing at how embarrassed he is . “ don’t be embarrassed love. It was sweet .”

“ yeah yeah, what do you say to a little morning sex, you know , to show how thankful you are for my sweetness .” He wiggles his eyebrows at you before rolling himself ontop of you. His lips are about to land on yours when FRIDAY interrupts

  “ sir, I thought you would like to be informed that happy and rhodey are wandering around your kitchen … in their underwear.”

  “ what the hell.”

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Have a really gay canon-era Javid one-shot!

It had been ten years since Jack Kelly had last seen Davey Jacobs. After they’d grown too old for selling papers, they’d gone their separate ways. He had gone into the career of a political artist of sorts, his cartoons appearing in the papers on a regular basis, and Davey had continued with his studies until he’d qualified himself to become a teacher. A teacher who read the paper every morning, hoping to see the artwork of his former best friend.
They didn’t fit in each other’s lives anymore, but that didn’t mean Davey didn’t miss him. He’d sit staring at his wedding ring, painfully aware that its match wasn’t on Jack’s finger. When he tucked his daughter in at night he’d wonder what Jack would be like as a father. It was impossible to forget the love of one’s life and so Davey still remembered it all, of course. How they’d kiss up on the roof, and touch. Innocent, then not so innocent, then downright scandalous. But they’d been kids. All guys did it, right? When they were that age? It was a way to blow off steam, to practise before they moved on to courting girls. To let Jack kiss him under the stars until his lips were sore.

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Guard Dog (Frank Castle X Reader)

You were trapped within Frank’s grasp, basically imbedded within his buff arms. You were sound asleep, using Frank’s bicep as a pillow. His legs were intertwined with yours as he kept you locked within his protective grasp. His eyes barely closed knowing that you made him stay home tonight because you were tired of the constant bruised and battered Frank that walked through the door at 4:00 in the morning.

Frank’s mind was racing at the thought of someone barging through your apartment door and having you see exactly how Frank takes care of the bad guys; with no mercy or regret.

You began shifting your body in his arms, your fingers drowsily grazing over his calloused skin as he lifted his head to find you slowly waking up. You groaned, feeling him press soft kisses to the back of your neck as you flipped your whole body to face him.

“Frankie,” you spoke softly “why aren’t you sleeping?” You asked. He let out a sigh, pulling you to his chest. “I’m protecting you” he muttered. You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “We are fine, Frank. I live in a good building now, not one where you could just barge in at any time” you said, watching him roll his eyes.

“I’m a guard dog, (Y/N). It’s not that I can’t sleep, I won’t sleep” he said before you pushed your lips to meet his plump, red ones. Your mouths were in sync, moving with lust and passion as he gripped your skin with his rough fingers, pinning you down to the bed. You pulled away, catching your breath before looking into his eyes.

“Frank, I love you. I know you want to keep me safe, but you need to know that you need to take care of yourself. I want you to stop worrying, and hold me so tight in your arms and fall asleep, okay?” You pushed back the loose strands of overgrown hair that was collecting on top of his head.

He frowned, kissing your forehead before holding you in his grasp once more. You intertwined your fingers with his and closed your eyes, drifting back to sleep as Frank just kept his eyelids open, but finally listened to you and closed them, quickly falling asleep alongside you.

Prison Break [ Prologue ]

Parining: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Drama,Angst, Smut (later on), Mafia!au

Word count: 2.1k

Summary:  He is the only man you ever loved,the one who fount you in the streets and gave you a home to call home but then ‘he’ came around and changed it all or did he ? 

~ A short story based off of turn of events  that landed you in the toughest co-ed prison along with you boyfriend of many years but a simple run in with a fellow inmate leads you to question your love for the only boy you ever loved.

Warning: Swearing, mention of murder and blood, lots of violence, mention of cheating, breaking the law,

A/N: I finally decided to release my work on here.Even thought I’m not the best author I still want to post my writings here. Enjoy one out of many to come soon! (im actually kind of nervous about posting these)

You were awakened by people yelling followed by a loud bang.

This was a typical morning for you. Guards walking down the down low lit aisle, dragging their batons across the rusted gates.

“Inmate 256 get the fuck up.” One guard said, tapping his stick against the gates annoyingly.
Dragging your lifeless body out of the old rusted twin size bunk bed, you stalk over towards the sink. It’s a small plastic mirror hanging above the sink that leaked painfully slow.
                                  'Welp, (y/n) another day in hell’

           'Welp, (y/n) another day in hell’  

You thought to yourself as you took a good look in the plastic blurred mirror. Blurry or not, you could tell you looked like shit. Eyes slightly swollen, now filled with nothingness, dull and lifeless just like you felt.

How did you end up in this shit hole?

It was all thanks to your best friend or your ex, who you knew pretty much your whole life, the king of the underground world. Getting stuck in this hell was more so your fault then his but if you could go back and change the past you would without a second thought.

You were just looking for some attention then lord and behold, he gave it to you along with everything and anything you wanted. No care in the world about his job and what it brought, just the love he had for you was beyond anything you have ever experienced.

You loved the thrill of it all. You loved to watch him rule over people and take the last ever breathe some of his victims could even take.

He is ruthless and didn’t care what it might bring but with you…It was different.

He showered you with love and never spoke or treated you like he did with others. Never letting anyone lay a finger on you and always made sure you were safe, you were sure he was the only man you are willing to spend the rest of your life with.

Well up until that one single day.

Jungkook, your boyfriend, came home badly beaten and could barely walk straight.

This made your blood boil and you began to see red over. You’re normally cool and laid back and never the type to quickly get mad, unlike your boyfriend. You rather talk things out before acting unlike him. You were his peace maker on the side to make sure all his deal goes smoothly.

But when you saw him seriously injured you were ready to kill something. After all these years, you made a promise to yourself and Jungkook that you would never hurt anyone even if they deserved it or not.

When you were younger you watched your parents get brutally murder and  remember seeing life leave their once vivid eyes.

As you watched him wince while his wounds were being tended to by one of the maids, you got lost in thought…He was the only one you had left in this cold world and there was nothing that could convince you to change your mind.

Jungkook try calming you down by telling you he would handle it when he healed. But you were way too stubborn to listen.

You should have.

The person who got Jungkook looking like this… Like he got hit by a truck was rumored to have been a snake and was ratting people out. But not only that, people claimed that his men were pretty powerful.

You weren’t dumb or weak. Jungkook trained you well in fighting and knowledge of weapons. Even though he forbid you to ever use them simply because he felt like he would always be there to protect you.

You took matters into your own hands and went to go see about this “powerful dude”. In fact, he wasn’t so powerful. You eventually took out most of his guards by yourself and proceed to attack the man before you.

As soon as you got the man weak and pinned down under you, you threw a few powerful jabs, making sure to damage his face just as much as, he made Jungkook look.

Your vision began to blur as you took a old rope into your hands, placing it around his neck. You watched as he struggled beneath you. Sound of your heart pounding in your ears as your blood rushed to your face.

The man eyes slowly fluttered closed as his body movements stopped but that didn’t stop you from picking up the metal pole on the side.

With a quick motion, you swung the pole straight down into the man’s lifeless face.

“You fucking bastard!” you growled, as you swung the pole, causing the red stained liquid splash onto your face. You huff as you stared down at the body.

“Powerful my ass”, you spat down at the man that threatened the only thing you had in life. You let your arms fall to the side as your head falls forward.

“(y/n) ! ….” your named bounce off the walls of the building, as you turned around to see Jungkook standing there. His panting sounded heavy like he ran all the way here.

You quickly stood up, dusting off your hands as your head still hung low.

“W-w-What d-did you do,? ” he stuttered, voice filled with disappointment.

He places his finger under your chin, lifting it up to make you look at him. There was disappointment in his eyes. You couldn’t stand that look he was giving, which made you turn away eyeing the ground that was covered in blood. You hadn’t realize it till now everything seemed so blurry and red, and an eerie silence crept into the now empty warehouse.

“Fuck, look at your face…” he whisered as his fingers traced your jaw line. You winced from the pain. You probably look just as bad as he did.

“I told you not to do anything,” this time he grabbed you r chin harshly making you yelp.

“Argh~h…” you groaned, quickly biting down on your bruised lip to muffle your painful cries.

“Look what you did!” he spat in your face, grabbing your hands and lifting them up in the air. They were covered in blood, even your sleeves soaked.

Your eyes glossed over, you held the tears back as a slow aching pain crept in the back of your throat. This was the first time you ever taken someone’s life away and you knew Jungkook was against you ever using violence. You were supposed to be his little sweet princess.

“I…I…” you choked on your words as the tears started to fall down as soon as you opened your mouth.

Lost for words, you completely blacked out during it all and all you wanted to do was pay back for the one who you loved so badly.

“You fucked up big time, Princess…” he said slowly as he pulled you into him and hug you tight.”You shouldn’t have come here, we are so screwed…” he said slowly in your ear. His voice cracked as you heard him sniffle a little bit.

You never seen Jungkook cry but why?

Why was he acting like this all just because you took away some guys life?? You have watched him plenty of times snatch away someone’s life and not even blink an eye. This shouldn’t be anything different from other times. The way Jungkook sniffled, as he hid his face in the curve of your neck holding back the tears , to the way he was shivering slightly sent your stomach churning and heart pounding.

Click click

You lifted your head from Jungkook chest to see the room filled with police officers all pointing guns at you two.

Your grip got tighter on him as he pulled you away slightly. His signature smirk plastered on his face but his eyes soften as you stared at you.

“It’s all over Princess…. “He said as he wiped the dry stain tears from your face. You looked into his eyes for answers and for a second you saw the Jungkook you knew from childhood. His eyes went back and forth searcing for your eyes.

You let out a airy chuckle as your tears fell.

"I fucked up big time, huh Kookie?” He continued to wipe your tears as he chuckled softly.

“We fucked up babe,” he says as he leaned in to peck your lips. The kiss was slow. He kissed you like it was your last. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as you sobbed even harder, his hand slowly stroked your cheek as his finger wiped away the tears.

‘If only you listened, you wouldn’t be in this mess’ kept echoing in the back of your head.

You felt Jungkook being pulled away from you, knocking you back into reality. You watched as he fought with the police offices trying to make his way back to you but he was out numbered and was thrown to the ground.

You quickly ran over to him but police officers grabbed you and tossed you to the ground harshly.


ar~gh!!”  you snarled as your chest meet with the payment almost knocking the wind out of you.

You could hear Jungkook screaming at the top of his lungs to let you go and to only take him. On the other hand, you cried even harder and screamed for them to let him go and only take you.

You both looked like crazy fools. Willing to take the dirt for all of this.

Two childhood friends in love.

Once the police got both of you out of the building, they placed of you into different unit cars. But before they closed the door you heard Jungkook yell something.

“(Y/n)! DONT FORGET ME!  ”

You chuckle loudly, you probably look like a lunatic, well Jungkook did bring you the darkest of you and you loved every bit of it.

“I LOVE YOU KOOKIE! RIDE OR DIE?! “You screamed back along with him.


You smiled softly at his playful side as the guards pushed him in the car and slammed the door.

Another guard came and did the same to you, you laughed bitterly as the tears slowly rolled down your face. You glanced out the window to see Jungkook already staring at you.

His tears trickled down his face mimic yours as he smiled brightly at you showing off his bunny like teeth causing to you to laugh even harder.

You guys where in the back of police cars finally being caught after all the years of doing dirty work and him smiling at you sweetly as he cried.

Who would have thought this day would come, surely neither you nor Jungkook. Everything was going so smoothly since Jungkook took over the family business and here you were fucking up everything he word hard for because you could control your emotions.

Jungkook pressed his hand cuffed hands on the glass as you did the same.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed as his smiled disappeared.

You shook your head as tears burned your eyes that finally came to a stop. You placed your cuffed hands on the window just as he did.

“No , I’m sorry for everything” you mouthed back.

He pressed his forehead against the window and let his head fall forward. You could tell he was crying hard by the way his shoulders moved.

You couldn’t watch him. All this because you didn’t listen to him. You knew he was hurt seeing his precious girlfriend take away someone’s life and being caught up in his mess. He never wanted it to happen this way and that being the reason why he kept you wrapped away from danger.

And just like that you threw all his hard work away. But you didn’t care about any of that, you got back at the person who could have taken Jungkook away from you for good.

You let a small smile creep up on your face as you glance back out the window. Once again your meet with Jungkook looking directly at you.

You were no longer crying and you show him the biggest smile ever.

“Ride or die baby…. I love you”, you mouth at him who looked confused. You blew him a kiss, as your police car pulled off.

Something in you clicked and changed you forever and Jungkook could see the difference as you mimic his signature smirk.

You turned around in your seat to watch him as you pulled off. He was mouthing something back but you couldn’t see it. All you could do is wave the best you can and blow him kisses as you disappear out of sight.