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Lightning Bolts - Thor x Curvy!Reader

Request: I saw request are open could you do a Thor x chubby/ plus size reader? And reader wears an outfit (shorts and tank or a bathing suit) that’s shoes off her stretch marks and Thor sees them and thinks they are like little lightning marks says she is his?

Warnings: Just pure fluff, a few kisses

Words: 830+

A/N: Requests are still open! Please tell me what you think!

She looked down at her body in the mirror, watching the simple underwear she had at least four sets of, but suddenly wished she didn’t as much as own. She looked at the stripes which crawled down her hips, to the ones that were on her stomach. Some were light and barely visible whilst some were much newer and flesh-pink. She hated the look of them. The stretch marks and the rolls on her stomach were the two things she hated about herself.

How had she been able to meet Thor with them? How could they have dated for a month and how could she be anxiously waiting by the mirror as they were about to share the same bed for the first time? What about her could possible be attractive enough for a god? A king?

“Y/N?” It was Thor who knocked on the bedroom door. As the gentleman he was, he had waited outside the bedroom whilst she got changed. She would have loved to be comfortable enough to get undressed before him, tease him to a hundred percent, but she just want that person no matter how much she wished she was. Insecurity had hindered her from doing things her entire life, and it had almost rendered her too insecure to accept Thor when he asked to take her out the first time, but she was overjoyed by the fact that she had been brave enough to say yes.

“Y/N?” He repeated in worry as she took too long. She stuttered, at a loss of words as she saw herself in the mirror and hated what stared back at her. When a few more moments passed, the bedroom door flung open as a worried, suddenly shirtless, Thor searched the room hectically until his eyes landed on her.

He raked up and down her body, his lips slowly parting before closing as he swallowed harshly. He kept staring and she felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Sweet mother…” His voice trailed into an airy gasp. Her eyes lowered to the floor, insecure beyond compare as Thor approached.

Startled, she looked up as Thor’s, large hands cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her to look up into his eyes. “You have my mark.”

A crease formed between her brows. “What?”

“My mark…” He let a finger trail down her chest to her stomach before tracing one of the dozens of stretch marks. “Lightning bolts, marking you as mine.”

She let out a short breath for a laugh, cheeks still burning red. “That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What does cheese have to do with this?” Thor asked so genuinely her heart warmed in pure affection for the brute of a man who had such an innocent soul.

“Nothing.” She assured with a smile and leaned into the touch of the hand which was still holding her cheek, closing her eyes. Thor softly curled his free arm around her back and brought her into his bare chest, the hand on her cheek moving to the back of her head. He bent his head down and leaned down to the crook of her neck and breathed in her natural scent, which to him was the eight wonder of the world.

He opened his eyes, looking down on the floor behind them without her noticing. He thought about saying it, just like he had many times, but this time it felt more opportune than ever before.

“I love you.” He said it, the three words which carried so much meaning to them. He could feel how Y/N slowly pulled away from him and her eyes met his. She couldn’t believe him. He knew she was wrongfully insecure about herself and that she always seemed so afraid that she would do something wrong whenever she was around him. He just wished she could see how he truly felt.

“Y-you do?” She stuttered, eyes glistening in the mellow light of his bedroom.

“Of course I do…” He couldn’t resist. He leaned down to her lips and kissed them as softly as he could. His lips curled around her bottom one and her right hand went to the back of his neck as she sighed into their first kiss.

They pulled away, Thor leaning his forehead against hers without opening his eyes. They stood there for a moment until Thor let out a quiet chuckle.

“What?” Y/N looked up into his eyes which were focused on their feet before meeting hers.

“Well, I assume you don’t love me back as you didn’t say anything…” He had a smug smile plastered on his face. Her heart skipped a beat, fear taking over her features.

“What- no! No, no, I love you. I promise I really do-” He kissed her again, silencing her rambling. She kissed back instantly and hated how much she already loved his kisses.

“Relax.” He smiled. “Don’t worry so much. I’m not going anywhere…”

She loved the sound of that.

Fire Emblem Awakening units in a nutshell


Chrom- Now I’m angry!

Lissa- I am NOT delicate!

Frederick- Chrom no

Sully- I’m going to wreck you gods damned, pegasus- dung, bastards

Virion- *Intense flirting*


Stahl- I’m just your normal man, but with a great passion for food.

Vaike- Time for ol’ Teach to screw something up.

Miriel- Your stupidity astonishes me

Sumia- *trips* Oops! *crashes* Silly me!


Lon’qu- Back away woman

Gaius- Sugar…

Cordelia- Chrom…

Ricken- I’m NOT a kid! I…just need to grow a bit.

Maribelle- Ugh, go away brute! 

Panne- Man-spawns

Gregor- Gregor may look old, but Gregor young at heart

Nowi- Let’s play hide-and-seek!

Libra- I’M NOT A WOMAN. 

Tharja- Swiggity swooggity, coming for Robin’s booty

Olivia- *Blushes*

Cherche- I’m going to crush you :). Right Minerva?

Henry- Ooooh blood!

A Blind Path Home, part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man’s injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man’s superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman?
—  Mahatma Gandhi

Pairing: Ragnar x Reader
Summary: Ragnar and reader are close and his new wife doesn’t like it. Ragnar goes to reader, instead of talking about it, he explains himself in another way. Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, killing mention, adultery (please don’t do that shit! I DO NOT condone it!), daddy!kink, praise!kink

Tagging: the mvp @squirrelacorngliterfarts @captainpoopweinersoldier @underthenorthstar @mizzvengenz6661 @whenimaunicorn @lordavanti @ivartheboneme @pagan-raider @synnersaint @rockyrascal @arkrimwitchout @heathen-army @cherrytrinkets @littlewolfieposts @lumpyqueen97 @wastelandsheep @ubberagnarssons @shondlenoodle @sylvia-wolfe-postlimit-blog @bluearchersstuff @ryderwinchester

Length: super fucking long!! (once again I got carried away..oh well)
P.S. : uh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell for this so.. yeah. Here ya go! Send me postcards from Valhalla! P.P.S: this is a mashup of season 1 and 2 Ragnar, not completely accurate but guess what? it’s fiction! here we fucking go!

Being a Shield-maiden is no easy task. To think so would be fucking ridiculous. Constantly on edge, at the the ready, just in case someone was foolish enough to invade our shore. All the time spent training and preparing for the next raid, the next fight. Always ready to battle, sometimes just for the namesake, to show everyone in Kattegat you are just as strong and able as the Viking next to you. Man or woman.

The scars and wounds on your receiving end were not ugly, or frowned upon. Though I did know a few women who would cover them with long sleeves or hide their face. A few said it made them feel weak but I only saw the opposite. I liked my scars.

They made me feel powerful and worthy enough to call myself a Shield-maiden. They let everyone who saw me know that I had seen things they had not, that they were lucky to see me at all. They let people know I was not one to fuck with, that I was here with them and the enemy, whoever they were, were no more.

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All The Parts

Matt Murdock x Reader

A/N: Commission for @savinghellskitchenwithmatty

Summary:  Someone had been trying to hunt down the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and they finally caught up with him, breathless and tired in an alley with a woman. A woman who was helping him up. That woman was you, Matt Murdock’s girlfriend.  

Originally posted by kinghardy

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Author’s Note: i….wow. i just, wow. ive had this in a drafted form for a few months now and i guess tonight my blood just felt all of it all at once. @kpopfanfictrash and @knockknocksoosthere i love you so much
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: Kyungsoo is the city’s most notorious club owner. You are the most in demand drug dealer. You both want each other dead. But then, doesn’t everyone crave un petit mort?
Genre: dark au (that reads almost like a gang/mafia au but isnt); smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: guns; mentions of breathplay; explicit sexual situations
Word Count: 2,502

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The room makes you hungry. It’s Victorian in its design, amber wallpaper and a chandelier above a four-post bed that makes you cringe. It’s gauche and unfamiliar, and you feel starved for the glass windows and hard lines of your modern apartment. But he’s pulling you along, pulling you into a warm womb that’s hot and heavy with anticipation, expectation, and the sour taste of finality. 

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A Gift For The Ones They Call “Khaleesi”

REQUEST: Oh oh I have one! Can you please do a Daenerys x reader imagine where the reader is trying to lay low bc she’s a Lannister from Westeros in Meereen who left to find Tyrion, but ends up being captured by one of the masters, who sends her as a “gift” to Dany? And Dany is angry of course, because HELLO she’s a person not an object. Which somehow ends with something cute n fluffy between the two? (Did any of this even make sense?? lmao sorry if it didn’t, I ramble a lot.) thank you!!

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daenerystargaryen x reader

Y/N was unafraid, strong, brave but most importantly smart. Once she found out about Tyrion captured by Jorah, she had to what was right. In her head, the name Lannister was not only about the riches and wealth but to her, the lion represented so much more. It was about protecting the pride, her family but she knew she was the only one who would.

The day Y/N set sail was possibly the greatest mistake of her life so far. With her brother nowhere in sight and everyone knowing that she’s a Lannister, it made it impossible to hide from those you know would pay anything for your dead body to be placed on a spike in their town square.

Y/N managed to hide for a few weeks, if even. She wasn’t keeping track to be fair. Y/N stole bread and whatever wine she could get her hands on. She did everything she tried to lay low and not cause a scene whilst still trying to find her brother but to no avail. Y/N heard them whisper in the drunken alleyways about her brother, The Hand? Surely, that could not be.

“I heard his mother fucked a troll and gave birth within a week.” Another whisper again. “I heard his brother and sister go at it on their sister’s bed.” The talk was unbearable until Y/N snapped once she heard that “ Tyrion used to rape his sister, ats what i ‘eard!” The laughs, the mockery of a name once held so high that those who spoke badly of it would be executed on sight.

Y/N unsheathed her gold and engraved dagger that Tyrion gave her as a 10th birthday gift and was ready to slice the drunkards throats until a firm hand grasped her once she reached the beggar’s neck. A strong brute of a man with burn marks on his face and a scar down his nose. “Send our love to the Mother of Dragons.” The man’s voice came from directly behind Y/N but as she whipped her head to catch a glimpse of him, the brute knocked her out cold.

Daenerys was ready to sail home and reclaim all that was lost to her once she heard a man screaming on shore. “My Queen, a package! A package!” With her guards aimed at the man, she steps off her ship and warily approaches the large package in wood. Once signalling to her men to open it, she finds a girl, no older than herself, beaten and blood splattered everywhere. With a shocked and disgusted look on her face, she bends down to help her up onto the ship with the help of the guards.

“Y/N……” Tyrion whispered yet Daenerys could hear. Y/N, she thought, may you wake up, young Y/N. “It is my sister, my queen. she must have followed me to find me. Stupid girl, always playing the hero.” He muttered whilst Daenerys was entranced with the burn mark left in the shape of…chains.. and wings? “The Great Masters”, she inhaled, “Tyrion, your sister, Y/N, is a gift from the Masters.” Tyrion held a look of neutral displeasure which slowly turned to rage as he flipped off crates into the ocean and punched a guard. “I’ll gut them! Everyone last one! She was the last good one in our family!” With Tyrion being dragged away screaming, Daenerys wrapped a spare cloak around your naked body and asked the guards to move you to the beds below deck.

With at least two days of travel left until the journeys end, Y/N woke from what felt like death. With a pile of clothes laying near to her, she put them on and headed for above deck. Y/N saw tens to hundreds of ships slowly marching along the water and in front of her, a bloody angel. White hair, pale skin, and eyes that could cut a man in half if he stared too long. her black robes matched yours with a slim cut that enhanced every perfect thing about her from her waist to her obvious ascent to royalty. As Y/N slowly moved forward to her direction, she was tackled by what seemed like a dog but ended up being her brother. “Y/N! Thank the maker you’re alive! Thank you!” Y/N opened her mouth to respond but was cut off with a hand to help her up. The Queen, you presume. Y/N bowed in front of her and Daenerys giggled. God, I could listen to that all day. “A friend of My Hand is a friend of mine” she states.

With only a day to go until they reached land, Daenerys had been informing Y/N on all of her recent ongoings, from owning dragons to Daario, something that makes Y/N’s heart sink but also fills with joy. As night time slowly crept in on the pair, Y/N felt a shiver run down her back to which Daenerys responded with cloak being placed around Y/N’s neck. “ Now you’ll be cold!” Y/N sleeply exclaimed as she didn’t want Daenerys to freeze to death before she could ask to court her. “ I would freeze before seeing you cold, my dear.” And with that, Y/N’s cheeks ignited and Daenerys full forced chuckled which Y/N felt right through her. “ I see your warming up, Y/N” Daenerys gazed into the side of her face where Y/N’s was still resting, Y/N took her head off her shoulder and lightly punched it  due to her pwn tiredness and that she didn’t want to hurt Daenerys, which could’ve been due to the dragons or that she was slowing falling for her. “Y/N” Daenerys whispered,” I know a way in which we could both  be very warm.” Y/N’s cheeks lit up again, “ Dany, I swear if you don’t stop I’ll-”  “You’ll what?” Daenery’s face was closing in on Y/N and Y/N whispered, “I’ll do this” Y/N placed just a sweet gentle kiss on the others mouth to which slowly became more passionate and lustful. Once they broke away from the kiss, Daenerys audibly gasped and whispered, “ I want you” Y?n becoming more confident  stated, “ I’m all yours”

To that night, Y/N and Daenerys ruled side by side as Queens of the Seven Kingdoms and became the most respected and loved couple that anyone had ever laid eyes upon. Long Live The Queens.

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Originally posted by weareguardians

A/N: idefinalty made majority of this up so we can all mutally agree that its now an AU where icant agree whcih season to even put anything in thank u


There was no goodness in Los Santos. Beneath the gloss of glittering beaches and the veneer of faux-historic buildings, the city oozed black. The most ancient family tree in the city belonged to the murderers and monsters that lay their poisoned roots in to the ground. It flourished a dark, blackened forest, and more creatures of darkness found a home there.

Tonight, the city was bathed in neon. Like a lighthouse for lost souls, it promised company and vice with every pulsing fuchsia hum.

Live girls

All night entertainment


They thought that Gavin thrived in the gaudy showmanship. A Midas. A golden boy. A foreign export, as sought after as Italian art or fine French wine.

Here, he was no one. And he loved it. He marvelled at how silent the night was while the traffic roared behind him. He savoured every solitary step in to the alley, the distant green light illuminating only the most invasive of obstacles.

The shaft of the gun against his temple was not a welcome distraction.

‘You’re going to die, Free.’

‘We all die, son,’ he replied.

The shot rang through the alley. His assailant—a brute of a man with no hair and a gaunt face—slid down the wall, painting the bricks red.

A flash of purple on the rooftop scarpered away.

Gavin rifled through the man’s pockets and found only a scrap of paper.

Gavin’s name.

Gavin’s address.

A smiley face at the end.

‘Guess I should make myself scarce.’

He plastered a smile on his face and continued his walk. He pretended that the slick of blood across his chest wasn’t uncomfortable, that he didn’t see the people looking again at him as they walked.

No one asked. No one seemed shocked. No one cared.

There was no goodness in Los Santos.

Gavin wondered if there was goodness anywhere anymore.

Rey and Kylo's duel on Starkiller Base
The Force Doth Awaken
Rey and Kylo's duel on Starkiller Base

The snow fight with Rey and Kylo from Act V, Scene II of William Shakespeare’s the Force Doth Awaken by Ian Doescher.

[ Leia’s soliloquy ]
[ Rey’s Interrogation ]


The two men dodge and parry by their light,
One inexperienc’d, the other train’d.
With savagery and brawn unfolds the fight,
Till Finn by Kylo Ren is sorely pain’d.
He falls and the lightsaber flies aside,
Rey wakes nearby—clear thoughts her pain doth smother.
Shall Luke’s lightsaber Ren withal abide,
Or shall the Force awaken for another?

[Exit Chorus. Kylo Ren reaches for the lightsaber, preparing to use the Force to draw it to him.

Now come, lightsaber, to the hand of Ren.
Fulfill in me thy perfect destiny:
To be constructed by Darth Vader, then
To fall into the young Skywalker’s hands,
And, at the last, be reunited to
The dark by this next generation, yea,
E’en I, call’d Kylo Ren, the grandson and
The heir unto Darth Vader’s legacy.
I feel thy pow’r: now come, for thou art bid.

[The lightsaber flies toward Kylo Ren but continues past him, landing in Rey’s hands.

O, hope fulfill’d! O, unexpected Force!
Come, Kylo Ren, and feel the light of Rey.

[Rey and Kylo Ren freeze as they prepare to fight.

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My Favorite Nerd-Edward Nygma Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Some eeriness but nothing too bad

Originally posted by savagepatchkidzzz

  As soon as Edward saw Y/N, his breath hitched in his throat. Though the woman had acted as Lee’s assistant for the past year, her stunning features never failed to, well, stun him. Her y/h/c was pulled away from her face, revealing her focused gaze on the files she was organizing in the medical examiner’s room. 

   “Good afternoon, Miss Y/L/N,” Edward finally said.

   Y/N almost jumped out of her skin and dropped a couple of files when she heard Edward’s voice. Slowly, she relaxed as she turned to face  him. “Goodness!”

    Edward’s eyes widened as he felt himself fill with embarrassment and guilt. “I’m sorry if I frightened you, Miss Y/L/N. That certainly wasn’t my intention.”

    Y/N sighed with a laugh and set the files on a table. “It’s fine, Ed, and don’t you think we should be on a first name basis by now? I have known you for a year.”

   Edward could feel his face beginning to flush as he glanced down at the tips of his shiny black shoes while pushing his glasses further up against his face. “Of course, Miss, I mean, Y/N.”

   No one made Edward feel as nervous as Y/N did—-not even Kristen. Y/N had that same shimmering aura the popular cheerleaders in high school did except Y/N was much kinder than any of those girls were—-and much more intelligent. Just hearing her laugh made his heart skip a beat and a compliment from her would have him grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. 

     Y/N grinned and shoved her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. “I suppose if you’re here that means you have a riddle for me to solve.”

    “What is always on its way here but never arrives?” Edward asked.

    Y/N bit her bottom lip and scrunched up her nose, a tick of hers when she was in deep thought. “Tomorrow?” 

   Edward grinned. “Yes, exactly right. You’ve gotten better.”

   “I know. You come up with some complicated riddles, Edward—-it’s one of the things I like best about you.”

   If it weren’t for Edward’s riddle habit, he probably never would have spoken to Y/N in the first place. He had been giving Jim and Harvey some information about a case they were working when he’d asked “What has neither nails or bones, but has four fingers and a thumb?”. Neither detective could come up with the answer nor tried to when Y/N said, “Isn’t it a glove?”. When Edward faced her, it was love at first sight—-something he never believed in until that moment. All of a sudden, talking to Kristen didn’t seem too important to him anymore since Y/N actually showed interest in him and listened to him prattle on about whatever was on his mind. 

    “Thank you,” Edward said, noting the files strewn around the room. “What’s going on here?”

   “Lee wanted me to pull some other burn cases from the past month and note similarities I find between them and the last burn victim.” Y/N gestured to the files on the table. “Those are the ones I have to look at and the others have my notes.”

    “Have you found any similarities?” Edward asked.

    “Just the basics: only the victims themselves were burned, nothing around them, so it’s most likely an act of arson.” 

    Edward glanced at an open file, sensing the dark Ed trying to break through the more he stared at a picture of a charred man’s body. “It’s amazing how easily the human body can be reduced to nothing but ashes.”

    “I suppose.”

    Edward blinked, forcing Ed back in his cage, before turning to Y/N. “I’m sorry about that, I have no idea where that came from.”

   “It’s fine, Edward, I’ll see you later.”


   Edward turned on his heels, angry with himself that he wasn’t brave enough to ask Y/N on a date. Of course, he knew that she only thought of him as a friend but he wasn’t bold enough to try to break from that mold.

   “You’ll never be bold enough, Eddie. Y/N needs a real man and you’re not him,” Ed hissed.

   “Stop it,” Edward muttered.

   “It’s fine, Eddie, I’m man enough for the both of us. Y/N will love me. Let me out.” 

   “No, she doesn’t deserve that, she deserves so much better—-better than both of us.” 

   “Eddie, it doesn’t get better than me.” 

   It actually did, but Edward didn’t say anything. He shook his head as he tried to push the darkest form of himself as far away from him as he could. Later on that day, he saw Officer Daniels, a tall brute of a man, leaning against the doorway of the medical examiner’s room, obviously flirting with Y/N. Y/N covered her laughing mouth with her hand as she slapped his chest flirtatiously. Edward felt a hole burst open in his chest as he watched their intimate exchange. He felt so incredibly broken and with that brokenness, he felt rage coming from Ed. Edward knew that Y/N was out of his league but she was also far out of Officer Daniels’ league.

    “No one touches what’s mine,” Edward grumbled.

     That moment he promised himself that he would make himself worthy of Y/N, and make himself worthy he did. Over the following months, he began honing his darker side and learning the best techniques on how to kill people and dispose of their bodies without getting caught. Finally, Ed had gained some control over Edward, making the once shy and nerdy forensic specialist much more confident. When Edward sauntered into the medical examiner’s room, both Lee and Y/N knew something was different: he stood up straighter, his hair was combed back instead of parted, and his smile was close-lipped.

      “Hi, Edward, how are you?” Lee asked.

     “Good morning, Lee, I’m doing just fine.” He turned to Y/N. “Morning, Y/N.”

     “Edward, I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I got caught up with Alex, then we broke up, and I feel like I completely abandoned you.” 

    “It’s fine, I’ve been quite busy myself, but I can’t say I’m very sorry about your relationship.”

    Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

    “If you hadn’t, then I couldn’t ask you out for dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

     Y/N blinked again. “Um, sure, yeah.”
     “Great, see you then.” Edward turned to walk away, smirking to himself at his conquest when Y/N’s voice stopped him.

    “Don’t I get a riddle?”

     Edward paused and faced Y/N. “Of course. A nightmare for some. For others a savior I come. My hand’s cold and bleak. It’s the warm hearts they seek. What am I?”

     Y/N bit her bottom lip and scrunched her nose. After a few seconds, she smiled bashfully. “I don’t know.”

    “Death. I’ll see you tonight, Y/N. Good bye, Lee.”

     “Bye, Ed,” Lee said. 

     Y/N didn’t say anything as she watched Edward walk out of the medical examiner’s room, which made the man swell with pride. He never thought there would be a day when he left her speechless, but his darker side seemed to have that effect on people. 

anonymous asked:

Mercenary Katsuki meets a shrine maiden who's traveling across the land like blessing people and healing them and she gets into some trouble and hires Katsuki to protect her. Maybe she ends up getting hurt and tells Katsuki he can go now since she'd be bed ridden for a while and she doesn't have a lot of money left. And like Katsuki ends up staying and pretends he doesn't want to but he lowkey loves her since they've been traveling together for months now. I'm sorry if this is too specific!! ^^"

GOOD SHIT EYE EMOJI Also i might’ve gone a little too far with this whoops.

At first he hated you. Katsuki hated you and your stupid needy ass. You had approached him in a tavern, face full of panic as you spilled your whole story to him. The tavern owner was the only one else who was around to witness the event. The rest of the tavern was devoid of any other company. Katsuki didn’t really care, that is, until you slammed a large pouch of gold coins on the table. His eyebrows raised but then immediately knitted together into a scowl. He took the pouch and sneered at you, saying how it was barely enough for a few months at the most, but knew full well you’d never done this before and that the sum would keep him for well over a few years of service. You were desperate, so you took his offer, hoping he’d protect you from the people coming for your head.

“You just have to escort me to the Mountain of Faith and then you can be on your way.” You had told him.

Katsuki didn’t have time to respond to your command because the door to the tavern was kicked open, revealing the men that had been chasing you. They were all soaking wet from the rain and it had definitely taken a toll on their mood for as soon as they saw you they had started to tear their way over with strings of curses leaving their lips. Never had you been called a fucking wench so many times in a row than that moment. Katsuki had already gotten to his feet after tucking the fat purse away into one of his pockets and when he snapped at you to get behind him you had wasted no time.

At this point he had come to stand between you and your hunters, almost nose to nose with the burly man who headed the pack. Katsuki hadn’t even drawn his scimitar, opting to stand there with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

“Whatever that wench is paying you, we’ll pay you double.” The leader had said. You swallowed hard and became nervous when Katsuki turned to you.

“Did you hear that? They said they’d pay double.” Katsuki said with a bitter laugh. “Lucky for you I know when I’m being lied to.”

In a flash he had drawn his sword and slashed up on the leader, effectively slashing his whole front including his throat. When the brute of a man had collapsed and drowned on his own blood, the others had already lugged themselves at Katsuki for revenge. It was a mistake, and with a wicked grin your mercenary cut them down, too.

You stared at him, eyes wide and legs feeling heavy from fear. You weren’t really sure where to place your feelings for this man. He took a cloth and wiped the blood from his scimitar before going to wipe the blood from his chest, face, and arms. Great, now you were scared and horny. You had slapped yourself for thinking something so brash and dirty, but the gods couldn’t help the feelings you suddenly had felt blooming for him. His crimson eyes bored through you and he impatiently barked at you for wasting his time.

“Oi, lass!” He had called to you. “Are we fucking going or what?”

That was a few months ago. Now you were stuck laying in a bed two towns over from where you needed to be. You had been here for weeks, completely bedridden and nearly out of money. Katsuki was impatient with you as he sat outside your room. He hadn’t planned to stay this long. In fact, he had planned to ditch you at some point during the last month while you were bedridden. But there was something nagging at him that kept him to stay. What it was he didn’t know, or care to know. The only thing he cared about was the fat sack of gold sitting in his pocket. Or that’s what he thought, at least.

“Katsuki.” You called him to come into your room.

The mercenary opened the door and by the look on your face he already knew what you were doing to say. So he stopped you in your tracks. You were going to say the same thing you had been saying for the past week and he wasn’t going to have any of of it.

“No I’m not leaving.” He grumbled.

“B-But, they’re going to kick me out soon, and I won’t have anymore money to pay you.” You stuttered in a weak voice. You let out a hoarse cough and put a hand over your chest to try and soothe yourself.

“Listen, you said to escort you to the Mountain of Faith and that’s what I’m going to do.” He snapped. “And besides, I have a fucking reputation.”

“Fucking reputation?” You inquired with a sly smile.

“You know what I meant!!” He huffed, “Shitty woman!”

Little banters like these were common between the two and he had grown used to your way of humor through these months of being together. But he did have a job to finish and he’d be damned to not be able to see it through. For his own sake and honor as well as yours.

The next day he woke up and packed the horse up with the stuff you’d need and carried you out of the bed and paid the innkeeper before the both of you took off. Your ragged breathing had him concerned and he hated to admit that he was actually scared for your own health. He Had you sitting in front of him on the horse and he rode you to the nearest town out north before he’d climb the mountain with you in his arms. There was something seriously wrong with you and he doubted the gods would let a priestess of theirs suffer so much without much reason.

Riding into town was a quiet affair and he only stopped to get food for the trip. He took the horse as far as he could before he had to get off and carry you the rest of the way. With curses falling from his lips like the mantras you’d speak over to yourself at night, he carried you step by step up the frigid mountain. He made sure you give you breaks so you could drink water and for him to chug a bottle of ale before you could continue on. At some point you had fallen asleep and he didn’t pay much mind to it because you had fallen asleep riding the horse with him on many occasions. He was getting paid enough that he didn’t care and something fuzzy in his chest made it feel awfully comforting when you’d fall asleep on him. He’d never had someone trust him this much before.

The second day was brutal but the mountain wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. In fact he managed to reach the gates of the shrine before sunset. Although it had taken a toll on you. Your breathing was shallow and as he banged on the gates to the shrine he couldn’t help but feel something was very wrong. You had been sleeping for so long now. He couldn’t shake a feeling of dread as it washed over him.

When the other priests and priestesses had seen you in his arms they immediately rushed the two of you inside and to the sanctuary. The air was abnormally warm for a shrine that was in the mountains. Your snow kissed cheeks were rosy, the heat of the air bringing you out of your slumber. Katsuki was busy gazing at the winged goddess in the center of the sanctuary. The shiny orb that was held in her hands reflected his own gaze back him. The many plants that surrounded and grew over the walls gave him a weird feeling he had never experienced before.

“Katsuki? Where are we…?” You asked weakly.

“We’re here.” He said flatly. “Your stupid Mountain of Faith and its shrine.”

“We… We’re here?” You asked again, tears now welling up in your eyes. “I’m so happy..”

Without warning you reached up and cupped his face, bringing it down and kissing him sweetly with emotion you had pent of for so long. When he tried to return the kiss he realized your hands had dropped down to your side and your eyes had closed once more like you were in another slumber. His heart stopped. By the time the other priests and priestesses had come to fetch the two of you Katsuki had gone to wade in the small pool in front of the winged statue of the goddess. You floated gracefully in his arms almost unassisted by him. He was busy glaring up at the statue with a bitter smile on his face and suddenly the gold in his pocket felt heavier than anything he’d ever had.

“You fucking bastard…”

You had died.

A Happy Accident

This idea just happened last night. I couldn’t stop writing it… I hope you like it, because I loved writing it!

It wasn’t raining when we started fighting. Somewhere in the middle of our argument the clouds opened up and it was pouring as Cassian walked out of our house. It was as if the sky knew we were at our breaking point. As if the world was mourning the words we said to each other. Cassian threw open the door and left.

The worst part was I told him to leave. I told him not to come back.

I let him get on his motorcycle and ride away. I stood watching in the window as he looked back and then sped down the street. My hands shook as I realized how horrible I had been. This wasn’t entirely Cassian’s fault. I had made him feel even worse about a situation he had no control over.

And now I had no idea where he was.

I tried to calm myself down. The rain kept falling and it wasn’t the kind of weather he should be driving in. I pulled out my phone and swallowed my pride. I clicked on his name and closed my eyes.

“Leave a message. Maybe I’ll get back to you.”

His voice hit the ache in my heart.

“Cass. I didn’t mean it. Please come home. I just. I know this isn’t your fault. I’m sorry. Please. Come home.”

I clicked disconnect and buried my face in my hands. I had finally pushed him far enough away. Even the ring that sparkled on my finger wasn’t enough to save us. My head hurt, my heart throbbed. Cassian was the only person who ever truly cared for me. And I had finally broken him.

A tear slid down my cheek as thunder boomed in the background of my misery.

I slid down to the floor, clutching my phone and begging for it to ring. I just wanted to hear his voice, even if it was to tell me he wasn’t coming home. I wanted him to yell at me. If he yelled at me it meant he still cared. But when he walked out that door he was silent. And his silence spoke volumes.

I had finally pushed him too far.

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Gotham Imagines (Jerome Valeska) { Daddy's Girl Pt. 1 }

You couldn’t be any more happier at this moment than you were in your life. The circus had finally rolled into town, it was honestly about time a little something happened in this town. Gotham wasn’t really known for its beautiful scenery, and generous neighbors.

As you approached the ticket booth you had noticed the young boy passing out tickets. His flaming red hair combed back neatly, and those eyes, his bright blue-green orbs. Those same eyes that locked with your own, causing your cheeks to heat up, and turn a bright shade of red. He smiled and tore another couple of tickets handing it to the last woman in line, before you stood right before him.

You watched as he rested his head on the palm of his hand, “How many today?” He inquired a dangerous glint in his eye.

You smiled back and responded quickly, “Uhm just one please.” He seemed rather shocked by your answer and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Just one ticket? Nobody’s with you?” He asked giving you another skeptical look as he passed you your ticket, his thin fingers wrapping around your hand when you reached out to take your ticket.

His voice lowered to a husky whisper, “After the show meet me outside the tent.” He ordered, and all you did was simply nod agreeing to do so. He then returned to his friendly demeanor. “Enjoy the show, Miss.”

You smiled as you entered the tent, taking your seat. The man next to the right you was rather large not only in size, but in strength. The smell of smoke and alcohol radiating off him. You covered your nose to block the smell when you felt his eyes boring down onto you.

You slowly removed your hand placing it back in your lap, as you felt his hand slowly slide onto your thigh. You froze in your seat, and the man chuckled. “Forget the show.. why don’t we go have some fun, sweet cheeks.” You felt your stomach tighten as his other hand came down to grab your arm. “Let go..” you whispered not wanting to ruin the show for others.

The man however did not listen to you, and his grip around your arm tightened. He suddenly wrenched you from your seat pushing you down the isle. You wouldn’t have done anything this man wanted you to do, but you couldn’t risk loosing your life. As he dragged you from the tent you glanced over at the ticket booth, hoping that at least the boy could see you, but to your shock the boy was gone.

Now it was up to you to keep your own self safe. The man bright you behind a set of trailers and pushed you up against it the cool metal burning your skin in an uncomfortable way. He pinned your arms down and he leaned closer to your face, his rancid breathe fanning your face. You looked away disgusted, “Make any sounds.. and I’ll make sure you sound ever speak again.” He hissed into your ear.

Jerome had just finished locking up the booth, and as he came back he wasn’t really all that shocked to find his mother had already gone. Again with her recent sprees he had more time to himself. Though he didn’t seem to feel alone. He heard the hushed tone of two voices arguing a male and female. The argument suddenly piquing his interest he peeked around the trailer.

Only to find that same girl he spoke to earlier; pinned down beneath a brute of a man as he violated her space. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Hey!” He called out suddenly not really having to much control over his mind and speech at this point.

The man stopped and turned to face him. “What do you want little boy?” He asked gruffly glaring down at him as if he were nothing. You struggled to slip out of the mans grip as he was distracted though it was not working to well.

“I demand you let her go!” He puffed out his chest and pulled out a knife from his pocket, and the man broke out into a scurry tossing you to the ground. Quickly you scooped up your jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Jerome tossed the knife aside; immediately going to comfort you. “You alright?” He asked helping you stand. With a slow nod you let him help you stand back up.

“Come on… You can stay here for the night.” He told you pulling you along with him to his trailer. After you were comfortably seated on the couch he’d bright you a glass of water. “By the way I’m, Jerome Valeska, you?” He asked curiously and you blushed. “(Y/N)…” You responded, “Well..Miss (Y/N), you’re welcome to stay.” You nodded liking the idea.

“Yeah I’d like that actually…” You smiled at him, “Thank you.” You didn’t quite know it yet, but Jerome adored you, he couldn’t quite tell why, but something about you made him crazy. He wouldn’t have defended anyone else… he’s much to shy for that. He was determined to find out the cause and if that meant being around you he would do it.

Just what would happen to you. How would your father, Harvey, react to this?