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All Or Nothing - Part 2 - If I’m Lucky - Smut

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 5,847
AN: Okay! Here it is! Finally! Sorry for the long wait, this was just not coming to me as well as I wanted it to. This is the final part. Special giant thanks to @writing-obrien and @sarcasticallystilinski for their input and encouragement!


There’s a couple songs in this, here are the links for them
Cold Coffee by Ed Sheeran
If I’m Lucky by State Champs
Dancing With A Wolf by All Time Low (This isn’t really in here but I imagine this being the song that’s played when the fic ends, plus it’s where the bands name comes from!)

PART 1



You woke up wrapped in blankets, your body pressed against Stiles, his arms holding you close to his chest. You opened your eyes to peer up at him, sighing internally at how peaceful and handsome he looked when he was sleeping. You closed your eyes, snuggling back into him, not quite ready to deal with the aftermath of what you’d done, trying to stay in the bubble of happiness a little longer.

His arms moved to pull you closer, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “You awake?” He whispered, causing you to sigh.

“Yeah.” You shifted away so you could see him better, your heart thumping at the look he was giving you, half asleep and smiling.

“Mm.” He leaned down, his lips meeting yours softly. “I’m surprised you’re still here. I was afraid you might run off in the middle of the night.”

You chuckled. “It crossed my mind.” You moved off of him, settling beside him and pulling the blankets up around you.

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Hat Trick- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by phillymyers

Ok so hockey has surprised me this weekend and I’m living! Until Wednesday… anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: hi!! i love love love your writing💓 can you do an auston matthews imagine where you guys like each other but aren’t dating and neither of you know the other likes each other until you’re at a game or something and a player/whoever tries to flirt with you and auston gets really jealous and realizes he actually really likes you?? tyy!!

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              “Will you introduce me to Connor McDavid?” you asked Auston as you walked into the ACC with him and Mitch.

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What we know so far about bts’ new song/comeback: 

 - its “crazy” and “so good”

 - when we hear it we will say “Jin?? Jin!!" 

 - the best comeback/song yet according to people who worked on it 

 - will catch the attention of not only the fans but the general public as well 

- namjoon himself just said “there are so many people who will listen to our album after it comes out”

- its called either “Spring days” or “Not today” its both probably

 there might be more but just this info is making me hyperventilate already idk how we will even survive

More Than That (Pt. 2)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: a tiny bit of language 

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @viollettes @tatortot2701 @marvelatthepeople @raegan-darling @clinicalkayla @sammysgirl1997 @gatorgal94 @erinvanlyssel @pufflethehuff @littlenerdgirl16 @magellan-88

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series! There will be some confrontation between Greg and Steve in this part and it’s gonna be juicy!

Pt. 1 |

Originally posted by cptxrogers

Steve pushed you against the wall and stared down at you hard. You tried to break the gaze but it was to difficult. You were able to look away for a second but when you met his gaze again, you could see a fiery passion burning behind those baby blue eyes of his.

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Fantasy vs. Reality - Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,390

Warnings: None. It’s just fluff

AN: Sorry this part took so long to get out, hope you enjoy this part. I’m not sure how I feel about it honestly but I finally got it done. Thank you @jalove-wecallhimdean for putting up with my crazy ass and helping me all of the time. Next part is meeting his family. 


Things had been going well considering everything that had happened. Dean had made you feel just as loved and adored as he had prior to the weeks leading up to your big fight, but you were still having a hard time trusting him. You still had reservations with sharing anything too personal with him for fear of it being thrown back into your face once again. Your conversations typically seemed to be more of him talking and you listening. You would share how your day had gone, errands that needed to be done, and anything mundane you could think of, but you no longer shared how you felt…about anything.

Dean had managed to make fast friends with your father, making sure to make it to his house several times a week to help him with the classic car tucked away in the garage. If you didn’t know any better, you would think your father was ready to marry the man himself. Dean seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time with him just talking and working. The only real exception was Friday nights. Those were reserved especially for you and what he had deemed as date night. He even went as far as making sure the bar was fully staffed and covered for any situation to avoid that night being taken from either of you.

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I like you. Like a-fucking-lot.

request: Hi I was wondering could you do a young Sirius X reader or Remus X reader where Sirius/Remus walks in on the reader getting dressed and they weren’t previously dating but both secretly have a thing for the other and the reader is just there in like bra and under or completely naked up or however up to you and Sirius/Remus just stares for longer than necessary and (if you write smut) then some smut happens :) …(also sorry if I’ve already sent this in I have terrible memory) 

not going to lie, I’m not the best at smut but ill try to make it super sexy but id rather not attempt it right now I’m sorry but hope you like it!! 

I very deeply try to make all of my imagines gender neutral but this one was very hard to do so I’m sorry!!!

“I’ll meet you and the rest of the girls downstairs. I just have to get this last part of homework done. It’ll be quick I promise.” You called out to Lily as her hand was on the doorknob. 

“Okay, but don’t take too long.” She stated, winking at you playfully. You rolled your eyes and laughed, glancing down at your last question. 

You put your quill sideways in your mouth and raised and eyebrow at the picture. Labeling the parts of a Bowtruckle was a lot more difficult than you expected. After glancing back and forth from your textbook and page, you successfully labelled everything and pushed your parchment and books to the end of your bed. 

You picked up your outfit from the top of your trunk and placed it neatly onto your bed before taking off your shirt, leaving you in your shorts and bra. 

“Hey (Y/N)-” You heard suddenly, causing you to whip around towards the door. Remus stood there, his cheeks utterly red and eyes wide. “I-I-uh.” He stuttered as he stared directly towards your chest. You grabbed the shirt from your bed and covered yourself up with it.

“Yes Remus?” You asked, your voice high with embarrassment. You quickly turned around and put on your sweater, opting to put your bra on after he left. Although, some part of you wished he wouldn’t leave. You had liked Remus for a while now, everyone know you did except for Remus. Or maybe he did and just wasn’t expressing it but you wouldn’t know. 

You turned around as your sweater fell slightly off your should and you tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Fucking hell.” He said. “You’re beautiful.” A small smile appeared on your face and you walked slowly towards him as he did the same to you. 

“Can I do this?” You asked, not specifying what you were to do but somehow he knew anyway. He nodded, gazing into your eyes and you both pulled in.

It was slow and sweet at first but soon picked up speed. Your hand ran through his hair furiously and his hands ran over every part and curve of your body. It seemed almost fluidly that he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso as your lips were still locked together. He made his way to your bed and placed you down on it on your back. He pushed everything off your bed, luckily your ink was closed in a bottle, and climbed on top of you. 

You both were breathing heavily and he brought his lips to yours, soon making their way down to your neck, sucking slightly on your skin. That’ll leave a mark no doubt. His kisses trailed their way towards your exposed shoulder and back to your cleavage. You lifted your body up in hopes of connecting your lips yet again and managed to change positions so you were on top of him. 

His eyes met yours and you both smiled slightly before your continued kissing. Now it was your turn to allow your lips to connect to whatever open skin you could on him. Your hands laid themselves on his torso and you started sucking the skin lightly on his neck and heard him groan lowly. 

“That was so fucking hot.” You murmured against his skin. You felt his skin vibrate indicating that he laughed and you pulled away and ran your hand through your hair, breathing heavily. You looked at his neck and noticed a large bruise already and smirked. 

You sat on top of his lap and faced him and he lifted his body up, allowing his hands to run up your back under your sweater. “I like you. Like a-fucking-lot.”

“I like you too. A lot.” You answered, your hands on his neck. 

“We should head out before everyone gets nosy and comes up here.” He stated, causing you to laugh. You began to climb off his lap before he pulled you closer. “Just one more.” And he pulled you in for a deep kiss. You smiled and kissed him back. 

After pulling apart, you hopped down from your bed and turned towards him. “Now turn around so I can get ready. Lily’s probably furious.” He laughed and turned around and you quickly got ready. “Done.” 

He stood up for your bed and walked towards you and you placed down at the love bite you gave him. “Sorry about that.” He walked towards the nearest mirror and groaned playfully while laughing. 

“I’m never going to hear the end of it from the lads.” Remus answered. “But I love it.” 

You smiled and walked out of your room, as he followed you and you both made your way down the stairs. 

“Wow Remus, need a hairbrush and a little coverup?” You heard Peter call out as James cat-whistled loudly. You rolled your eyes and you walked towards Lily and Dorcas and they looked happily surprised. 

“Shut it for now and I’ll talk about it at the Three Broomsticks.” You declared before they could say anything and you pushed them to start walking in front of you. 

You turned around one last time and sent Remus a wink as he smirked at you. 

i hope you liked it!! sorry about not adding smut I’m not the best at it and i really didn’t want to mess it up!! xxxxx

I should have known
I wasn’t ready
She’ll tell me things
I would have never known
We’ll talk for hours
Sorry
It’s a long walk home

I want what we had
I’m not gonna sit here and deny
I just wanna feel it with someone else

She has the nerve to call me
She tells me she loves me
She drinks too much
She’s coming over cause she tired
I can’t say no

I gotta get my number out of her phone

° ✧ GINGER SNAPS PROPMTS.

some triggers are present including: gore, blood, murder, suicide, animal abuse mentions, etc.

❛ People don’t leave their dogs out alone anymore. ❜
❛ If you don’t like your ideas, stop having them. ❜
❛ This is your idea. ❜
❛ Suicide is like… the ultimate fuck you. ❜
❛ Umm, I don’t think of you that way. ❜
❛ Do you think I want to go back to being nobody?  ❜
❛ You’re fucked! ❜
❛ I am… disturbed, wasn’t I?  ❜
❛ You’re a big help. As usual. ❜
❛ Don’t give her/him the satisfaction! ❜
❛ For once someone shouldn’t give that fucker the satisfaction! ❜
❛ You can’t do this alone. ❜
❛ I told you to get off me! ❜
❛ I didn’t betray you. ❜
❛ You locked me up! ❜
❛ A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door. ❜
❛ Are you sure it’s just cramps? ❜
❛ Just so you know… the words “just” and “cramps”, they don’t go together. ❜
❛ You wrecked everything for me that isn’t about you. ❜
❛ I know you are. But what am I? ❜
❛ If I wasn’t here, would you eat her/him? ❜
❛ You swore we’d go together, one way or another. ❜
❛ I was just wondering what you hit. ❜
❛ Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir. ❜
❛ I know what a lycanthrope is. ❜
❛ Think you see werewolves a lot? ❜
❛ Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together forever. ❜
❛ United against life as we know it. ❜
❛ C'mon! Together forever. ❜
❛ Wrists are for girls. I’m slitting my throat. ❜
❛ I’m not dying in this room with you! ❜
❛ You know, we’re almost not even related anymore. ❜
❛ You know every move… right on the fucking dot.  ❜
❛ It’s like touching yourself.  ❜
❛ I’m a goddamn force of nature. ❜
❛ I feel like I could do just about anything. ❜
❛ Look, worst-case scenario, you put him/her out of her misery. ❜
❛ Don’t ever touch my sister/brother again. ❜
❛ Just as long as you’re prepared for that. ❜
❛ Why don’t you guys get the fuck out of my van, assholes! ❜
❛ I’m serious get out! I mean it! Get out! ❜
❛ See? I’m up to some whack shit right now. ❜
❛ Now what am I supposed to do about that, huh? ❜
❛ I’m way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. ❜
❛ Hurting me won’t help. ❜
❛ I can’t be like this! ❜
❛ The only thing that helps is to tear living things to pieces. ❜
❛ You guys going to the greenhouse bash tonight? ❜
❛ I’m in charge of the prizes. ❜
❛ Why don’t they just catch that thing? ❜
❛ How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends? ❜
❛ Well, maybe I like my edge. Thanks. ❜
❛ You know you can ask me anything. ❜
❛ You’re so dead. ❜
❛ Get the fuck outta the bathroom! I’m trying to get ready! ❜
❛ Unless you wanted to piss me off! ❜
❛ Hey, why don’t you get your slut-bitch sister a leash. ❜
❛ Don’t we need protection? ❜
❛ Stop! Wait a second. ❜
❛ Oh, fuck me. ❜
❛ You got a boy/grilfriend or something? ❜
❛ Are you on drugs, like right now? I’m in class here. ❜
❛ Yeah, excuse me for giving a shit. ❜
❛ I’ll come see you later, ok? ❜
❛ I said I’d die for you! ❜
❛ You said you’d die with me. ❜
❛ You said you’d die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do. ❜
❛ Come and get some candy! ❜
❛ Could you just say something please? ❜
❛ Whoa? That’s it? ‘Whoa’? ❜
❛ Well thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously! ❜
❛ You always blow off anything that you don’t get. ❜
❛ I’m officially all fucked up, right? ❜
❛ Well, that would explain the human circumcised dick… ❜
❛ Just say you won’t go average on me. ❜
❛ Oh my god… Do you think it’s cramps? ❜
❛ Give it a rest… for two seconds? ❜
❛ A thick, syrupy, voluminous discharge is not uncommon. ❜
❛ They’re just being normal teenage girls/boys. ❜
❛ You play with your new friends and I’ll play with mine. ❜
❛ You’re real. Your problem is real. The solution is real. ❜
❛ If you give up now you leave me alone, I would never do that to you! ❜
❛ Wish these were babies legs. ❜
❛ I’ve just spent a week of my life looking for you, if you could just give me a sec. ❜
❛ Favorite homework excuse: My nail glitter ate it. ❜
❛ You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin’ dog. ❜
❛ I get this ache… And I, I thought it was for sex, but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces. ❜

Something’s Fishy


“But Poll…I wanna see the fish.”

“The fish? Not the horses?” She asked confused and you just nod you head eagerly with closed eyes while you frivolously sipped your drink.

“Well you can’t go home Y/N, the grooms not supposed to see the bride the night before.”

“I know I know but I don’t wanna see Tommy, I wanna see the fish.”

“Oh come on Poll just take her to see the damn fish so she’ll shut the hell up.” 

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BATMAN / BRUCE WAYNE X READER

  • Oops, another one!

“What?!” You gasp, holding the letter in front of you, darting your wide eyes as you read a letter of employment from Alfred Pennyworth, “Hourly wage of 59 dollars!” Your lips turn into a large grin, hugging the tan hued letter in your arms, dancing around your one bedroom apartment. Due to complications after college, you found yourself scrambling for on-the-side jobs until finding an actual career that brought bread to the table. Realizing the time, you quickly put on a long coat and scarf before heading out the door, locking it in a hurry. You had a meeting with a guardian angel.

“I do hope the policies are not too much to ask of you, Ms.(Y/L/N).” Alfred smiled. You shook your head, “No, this is all right. Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. This is really life changing!” You constantly bowed in such gratitude and followed him inside a large black car with tinted windows. As you were driven through the gateway to a large mansion, your eyes constantly wandered around in awe. Do all billionaires live like this? You ask yourself, smiling slightly. This was such a great opportunity to turn your life around and maybe move out of that hellhole apartment.

Entering the manor, you gasp at all of the expensive decor and furniture that appeared with every step you took. “Master Wayne is currently out on some errands, so I’ll quickly acquaint you with the whole manor. If you’d follow me, madam!” Alfred motioned you to follow, giving you an exquisite tour of the whole mansion. Returning back to the main hall, as there were so many, Alfred made sure to emphasize one rule, “Also, please refrain from exploring into areas I haven’t shown you. It is of utmost importance that you do not run into things private to Master Wayne.” You nodded, but wondered what things would Alfred be talking about. “Now, I shall see you tomorrow at nine in the morning!” Alfred led you outside and called for a cab, paying in advance for you. “Thank you, Alfred!” You wave before entering the taxi gleefully.

“Good morning, (y/n)!” Alfred greeted you as he opened the main doors. He explained a few things he had to attend to, leaving you to clean the bathrooms and prepare a meal for Bruce, as he knew your culinary talents provided by your resume. You immediately tied your hair up, slipped on your handmade apron, and began wiping down the sinks and bathtubs of all five bathrooms. After finishing the last of the five, you dap your apron across your damp forehead and proceed to the kitchen. After washing your hands and face, you decide to make chicken alfredo. Grabbing the pasta, the chicken, and the ingredients for alfredo, you begin to work your culinary arts magic. Once stirring the whole mix together, you inhale the heavenly smells and grin in excitement for the food, “This shit is the bomb.” You squeal to yourself, lowering the heat.

“Hopefully I won’t be eating feces tonight.” You hear a voice from behind you, causing a sudden scream come out. The man had black hair and a sideways grin, chuckling softly. “No, I, that was, it’s not shi- feces.” Your cheeks begin flushing as you lower your spoon to your side. “It’s all right. Smells great by the way.” He approached you, eventually bending down and grabbing a whiff of the pasta.  “I look forward to eating this.” He smiled and left the kitchen. You had your mouth slightly open, staring off into space until things suddenly clicked in your mind, “Bruce! That’s him..” You whisper to yourself, narrowing your eyes. Isn’t he some chick magnet playboy?!

Alfred returned from his errands, immediately serving the alfredo along with the additional side appetizers you prepared after the little encounter with Bruce. You slowly creeped out of the kitchen, watching Bruce begin eating the pasta. After the first day, there hasn’t been a day gone by without a flirty remark from Bruce as you cooked or wiped down a sink or two. Eventually, your unamused responses caused Bruce to quit his playboy antics, thus his appearance around the manor diminished as well.

On your way to purchase some groceries for the manor, since you basically live there, you stop by a certain clothing shop. You told yourself it was just a quick in-and-out glance. “Hello, welcome to xxx. What are you interested in looking for tonight?” A lady with black hair and a sharp bobbed haircut said with a smile. “I’m just looking around, thank you.” You smiled and proceeded to check out the accessories, but quickly made your way out. “Two thousand dollars?!” You mouth, walking down the dark street. The price of a jacket you had glanced at made sure you were to never return again. Holding the plastic bags in your hands, you quietly walked but made sure to stay under the street lights. Darkness creeped you out. As you walk past a pitch black alleyway, you are surprisingly grabbed by your right arm. Too confused to respond, you remain quiet until looking upon a man above you, pointing what appeared to be a gun at your side, “Give me all you have princess, or you won’t open your eyes ever again!” You remained quiet from shock, clutching onto the bags of groceries you paid for with your own money, “I-” you begin, “please don’t. I spent all I had on groceries, just put down that gun and I can help you out..” Your eyes were squeezed tight, knowing it was all over. Guys like these don’t take no for an answer or any other answer that yes.

“Oh shit!” You heard him say, then a loud bang from the gun. You collapsed onto the pavement, still holding onto the bags. You saw a large dark figure, then you blacked out. Awakening once more, you found yourself in someone’s arms. He was in all black and he was silent as ever.

“Wh-who are, what?” Your speech began slurring the moment you started to speak. You squirmed around in his arms until a sharp pain struck throughout your body, causing you to yelp in the process.

You awaken once more in a hospital room, with the company of the heart monitor machine. You blink several times before glancing around the white and beige room, gazing upon a man sleeping across from your bed. You recognized his broad shoulders but your mind was still fuzzy. Struggling to get up, the man quickly rose from his chair and tried to help you up.

“Bruce?” You looked up at him. He ignored you for a moment, grabbing ahold of you to adjust your position to sit upright. He hadn’t looked at you until you began sniffling. Warm tears fell down your face as you finally recollected the memories of last night. Bruce grabbed the kleenex box and placed it on your lap, sitting on the chair besides the bed. “Did Alfred get the groceries?” You asked with your lower lip protruding outward. Bruce frowned at you, wiping your tears, “Yes, (y/n), he did. Don’t even worry about that. What do you remember? I don’t want to put a lot of pressur-” You began to describe the events that took place. “I exited from a store and walked down the sidewalk and passed a dark alleyway. This guy asked for all I had and then I think he shot me. But there was someone there who helped me, but I couldn’t see his face becau- because he was in all black.” Bruce sighed and shut his eyes, looking somewhat relieved, and placed his hand across your thigh. “It’s all right now, (y/n). Doctors stitched you up, and the IV is almost finished. You can take a vacation, go see your family or something. You deserve it.” Bruce began to get ready to leave, but before doing so, he glanced at you once more before disappearing.

A couple days after your recovery, you decided to visit Alfred and hopefully Bruce as well. Knocking on the doors, you waited for at least ten minutes before quitting, returning to your car. With the day still ahead, you decide to visit the mall to get some shoes or something; you wanted to get your mind off of that one night. Walking around the mall, you find the bathroom. Before entering a stall, you hear a quiet conversation. You decided it was best to find another bathroom, hearing their conversation contained bombing the mall and killing people. But before leaving quietly, the door squeaked. You began to bolt out of the bathrooms but had been grabbed by your hair, pulling you closer to who appeared to be a lunatic. He wore a prison suit along with rifles and grenades strapped around his body. You glanced behind him and a few more clones of him stood by with manic grins.

Having been knocked out by a punch or two, you woke up on the mall floor. People were whimpering and crying as they two were on the floor. Several shouts were heard from far away and they got closer. “The next person crying is a dead man!” The men were all masked in different animals: pigs, cows, and wolves.

Your arms were restrained and a rising pain began to occur from your bullet wound. Damn, it must’ve opened up, you think. Trying to wriggle out of the rope that tied your wrists, you were violently grabbed by one of them and told to stand up with the shotgun barrel at your side.

“Get the camera ready!” He shouted. One of the wolves grabbed a phone and began recording you two. “Hello Gotham. Pig here. I wanna let you guys know that we’re gonna kill these people unless a certain nightcrawler comes outta the darkness! But don’t do anythin’ hasty Batsy. We know your weakness.” The man grabs your hair and takes out a knife, slowly pushing it into your skin causing a sudden sharp pain to spark on your throat. “Mistakes can be devestatin’.”

You were then pushed against the wall by the same pig masked criminal. He was silent, but you felt his smile widen every breath you took. “Now, let’s see how that open wound of yours is treatin’ ya.” He lifted up your shirt, exposing your side and a bit of your bra. You glanced down to see blood sliding down from the wound and winced at the pain. For a moment, he stood still, and then he started to lift off your whole shirt, laughing in the process. You panic and knee him in the groin, watching him yelp and hug himself. “Why you bitch!” He laid a heavy punch across your cheek, throwing you against the floor. Before he could do any more damage, the ceiling window crashed and down came the infamous Gotham hero: Batman. All of the hostages gasped but still remained on the floor, watching the bat approach you and the pig. Before he could walk any closer, the pig grabbed you from the floor and pointed a knife towards your stomach, threatening to kill you. “I’ll do it! Don’t you fuckin’ test me, asshole!” The traumatic memories invaded your conscious mind. You convinced yourself this wouldn’t end well.

“Why’re you just standin’ there!” the pig asked, sounding more nervous. You saw Batman grin before he threw his own knife, hitting pig’s hand and dropping the knife with a clang. With his last hope, he still held onto you until shoving you aside, receiving the first punch from the bat’s fist. The other masked men approached the three of you, aiming their weapons. As they all charged towards you both, Batman swiftly turned around to throw even more punches, eventually beating all six of them. He approached the rest of the captive citizens and removed all of their ropes, setting them free. Watching the others run towards the exit, Batman stomped towards you.

“Oh, I don’t have rope–” He released his long black cape and covered you with it, lifting you up from the blood-smeared floor. “We meet again, (y/n).” He said. His voice was robotic but he still heard the way he pronounces words. It was somewhat similar to Bruce’s talking. “Oh, right! I remem–” You yelled at the pain coursing through you, the cut on your throat to your opened gunshot wound.

Lifting you up in his arms, Batman carried you towards the mall’s exit, handing you to several paramedics who placed you onto a gurney. Before you were pushed towards the ambulance, you glanced to your savior of two times and smiled. “Thank you Batman.”


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brie-bella-headcanons  asked:

Hi! I don't know if someone else requested this already,but could you write a viking! AU Where Tom clan are invading Marcos island ,but when Tom sees Marco he's in love with him?

Sure I can!!!! I loved this so much!!!! I’m not sure how historically accurate this is, so it may not be so viking-ish. Tom’s tribe is very small and they’re voyagers, who pillage and rob villages. Marco is the viking princess of his tribe. I hope you enjoy! I liked writing this a lot!!!!!!


“Marco!” Janna cried. Hearing her call his name in this tone was never good. Jana was the leading warrior of the tribe, and she never rallied up troops like that unless there was immediate danger. Marco ran out of his home and stopped Star, who was grabbing her sword and getting ready to fight with the other girl.

“Star! What’s happening!?” He cried.

“Janna spotted a ship when she was on sentry duty. We thought it could be passing by, or a trader maybe. But it was going too fast and there were weapons. A lot of weapons.” Star stressed. Marco shook his head.

“They could be merchants! They could be coming to sell or-” Star cut Marco off.

“We saw the demon crest on the sail.” Star told him. Marco nodded, understanding. There was tribe referred to as the “Demons”. Nomads who ran from place to place, to steal, murder and cause chaos. They had run-ins with this tribe before, but the warriors of Marco’s tribe had run them off years ago. But now they weren’t going so easy, because now they had a new leader who was here to surprise the viking leader.

“Get all able-bodied people ready to fight!” Marco told Janna. “And have anyone else somewhere safe, ready to supply weapons and aid in battle. But do not attack until my order.” Marco told her.

“What? We just wait?” Janna asked.

“Yes, I want to try and turn them away without a battle.” Marco told her. Janna looked at him like he was insane, and started to protest, but Marco ignored her until Star made her follow orders. Marco made his way to the beach and had his troops rally up behind him. He stared down at the ship that came up fast onto shore. There was jeering and yelling as young nomads came pouring off the boat, wielding axes and spears.

“Oh well look what’s here!” A blonde boy shouted. “Princess Marco grew up! We last saw you when you were a little babe! Do you remember that princess? When we attacked your village!” He laughed.

“We drove you off once and we’ll do it again.” Marco told them threateningly. “Now I demand to speak with Lucifer.” He growled.

“Ya’ hear that, Chet?” A girl hopped out of the boat. “He wants to see the chief!” She howled with laughter. Chet came up next to her and made a look that mimicked mock-sympathy.

“Aww, poor little Marco. Ya’ didn’t hear the news? Luci’s dead! Lucifer’s REAL dead!” Chet laughed sickly.

“Then take me to your chief.” Marco told him. The two nomads exchanged looks and began laughing. Marco looked passed them and saw a figure bring himself up to the deck of the ship, and then jump over the rail to hit the sand.

“Who wants to see the chief?” He growled.

“This kid right here.” Chet scoffed. The boy came closer, he was a great deal smaller and younger that the other nomads, but his threatening demeanor was far beyond theirs. When he reached the boy he whacked him upside the head.

“Show some respect for the viking princess.” He flashed Marco a smile. The princess fell back when he saw the boy had sharp teeth, like that of a monster. “Nice to meet you, I’m Tom. The Demons’ new chief. Took over after my dad had an… unfortunate accident.” Tom got a sick grin and Marco tried not to let his disgust show on his face. “It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, and even more so to take your island.” He grinned and turned to the boat. “Demons!” He called. “Tear this place apart!” Tom raised is fist and the Demon tribe cheered, running into battle.

“STOP!” Marco screamed. The Demons all expected to ignore this plea, but Tom raised his hand up, signalling that he was willing to listen. “Tom, you aren’t stupid. You know very well you’re outnumbered. Turn away now, we don’t want a fight.”

“But we do.” Tom hissed.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Marco countered. Tom narrowed his eyes and grabbed Marco by the wrist, but the viking ripped away and kicked Tom in the gut. The Demon fell to the ground and Marco stood above him.

“Not bad, princess.” Tom smiled a tad. Marco took a step back and reached his hand out, to help his opponent up. “But I’m still gonna take your land, resources, anything I can grab really.” He giggled and Marco seethed.

“We won’t give up so easily.” he growled.

“Then what do you propose, my liege?” Tom asked in a sarcastic tone.

“A gentleman’s war.” Marco offered. “We meet on the beach for battle at sunrise tomorrow. Nobody steps foot on the battle ground before so. And we fight. Winner will take what he desires.” Marco offered.

“Is he insane?” Chet whispered to the other demon.

“No way Tom will agree to this.” The girl mumbled. “We can’t agree to this. We don’t have as many people or weapons… the only way we win our battles is by blind ambush. Tom knows this.” She assured.

“You have a deal.” Tom held his hand out and all the soldiers, from both sides, held still. Marco smiled and shook the demon’s hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Marco told him. “Not a minute before. And until that time, get the fuck off my island.” Marco hissed. Tom grinned a tiny bit and turned away. He signalled his troops to get back on the boat. They all did so and Marco walked off, being chased by Star and Janna.

“How could he agree to something so stupid?” Star asked. “He has less than half of the people to fight as us! What was he thinking? He knows he can’t win unless he has some sort of ambush, or trick.” She explained.

Tom walked to the ship and felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a girl, who stood a great deal taller than him. “What were you thinking!?” She exclaimed. Tom looked passed her at Marco, who was walking back into his village.

“I have no clue.”

Sit with me.

When I am lost and you find me, can you please not ask me to come back to you yet? Can you just sit with me in this lost place, ‘cause maybe then you will understand why I come here too often. What draws me to my Neverland. Find me, but bring me back when I am ready. Maybe you will get to know me a little bit better. Maybe we can get lost together.

Fix a Heart 18

Chapter 18 - Shake It Out

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It’s always darkest before the dawn

“Hey you.” Val’s sleepy voice shook Sharna from her thoughts early the morning of their first therapy appointment.

“Morning.” She said as she shifted to look at him for a moment before returning her gaze to the ceiling.

Keep reading

Shocking Party
A-RISE
Shocking Party
Dancing, dancing! Non-stop my dancing
Dancing, dancing! Non-stop my dancing
Dancing, dancing! Non-stop my dancing
Dancing, dancing! Let me do!

Party shocking party, are you ready to get started?
(Come here, right over here)
Party shocking party, the world is turning
(Come here, right over here)

It’s for nobody else (Me and my freedom)
Because it’s all up to you (Go, go, we are freedom)
It’s 'cause of nobody else (My soul is free)
You’re the protagonist you know? You understand?

I want to know more, of this excessive life
Let’s delve into the dreams
I want to know more, of this excessive life
So let’s have a shocking party

Dancing, dancing! Non-stop my dancing
Dancing, dancing! Let me do!

Don’t rush love. It will come and it will find you. It might not be at the time you want it to be, but it will come in the exact moment you are ready. I’ve learned that we sometimes get so busy trying to find someone to complete us, that we forget to realize that we are already whole. Love yourself first so that it never comes down to you needing someone to love you. And always be grateful for the love that comes your way, even if it doesn’t stay forever. Let go of love gracefully and never allow it to cause hate or bitterness. take it in, give it out, and accept how people offer it. And remember that the people in your life won’t be here forever. Spend time with them today, right now. Tell them you love them, but more importantly, show them that you do.
Kanaya Raps

While they were on the meteor Dave, Karkat and Kanaya had some interactions about rap, and we know that Karkat and Dave jammed… or at least Dave jammed and Karkat listened.

I have a headcanon that Kanaya was there too, just occasionally supplying a word when Dave got stuck, and listening. So that naturally led to a headcanon that after all was said and done, Kanaya and Rose attended several of Dave and Karkat’s jams… and this happened:

(Presented in Pesterlog Format for no particular reason)

TG: I wasn’t looking but I found myself a hot troll;
TG: I swear he’s flyer than a flock of freaking crows y'all
TG: I mean a Murder.
TG: Because I’m killing this!
TG: Now Karkat take the beat, just make it up and run with it.
CG: SHUT IT STRIDER DAMN IT YOU KNOW I HATE YOUR SHITTY RAPS
TG: Naw babe you love it now get ready ‘cause here comes the high hat
CG: STOP FUCKING RHYMING WITH MY SENTENCES, I FUCKING MEAN IT DAVE
TG: Yo you’re just mad because these beats have got you Human Gay.
TG: I see you tapping your foot Karkat, you know you love my music.
GA: But Do You Think You Are The Only Person Who Can Do This?

*Kanaya clears her throat*

GA: May I Present A Flighty Broad Whose Lips Rip Like A Chainsaw,
GA: With Skin So Brightly Shining We Don’t Need Lights On The Dance Floor,
GA: Here Is The Wife Of Rose,
GA: Arriving On A Wave Of Prose,
GA: Now Hold On Tightly To Your High-Hat As This Gets Verbose.
GA: I’m Slick With The Click Click Click
GA: And Stick To Your Tricks On The DJ Deck, ‘Yo’.
GA: Just Admit This Sick Jade-Blooded Sylph Has Got You Licked
TG: Whoa
GA: Are You Hearing This?
GA: Because Defeat Is Imminent.
TT: Bow down to the Matriarch of Rap!
GA: Don’t Worry Rose, I’ve Got This.
GA: I’ll Make You Pitch For This Wordsmith With Elecution So Perfect
GA: It Transcends The Word 'Spit’; What Will You Do About It?
GA: I Am A Luminous Ruinous Gorgeous Force Of Nature,
GA: And Perfectly Impervious To The Words Of My Haters.
GA: No Dolorosa Can Overthrow Kanaya, No Sir,
GA: I’ve Greater Flow Than Rose’s Rains over LOLAR Just Ask Her.
GA: Now Turn The Beat Off While You Have A Chance To Save Some Face.
GA: Because Not One Rapper Here Can Step To The Sylph Of Space.
*Beat cuts*
*Stunned silence*
*Mic Drop*

TT: Dave, dear, you’re drooling.

A Day Of Interviews

“Are we even in the right building?”

“It says BBC.”

“That doesn’t mean this is the right building, Caspar!”

I stifled laughter as I watched the two young men bicker, both not realizing I was sat behind the desk. Deciding to put them out of their misery, I clear my throat, drawing their attention to me.

“Hi.” I offer a little wave. “Don’t worry, you guys are in the right place. Joe and Caspar, correct?” I stand and move around the desk.

“Yes, that’s us.” Joe moves forward. “Im guessing you’ve been waiting for us?” He smiles, and it sends flutters through my stomach.

“Not long, don’t worry.” I tease him. “But if you’ll both follow me, I’ll show you where the interviews are going to be held.” I pick up a couple of folders from the top of the desk and gesture for them to follow.

“You know our names, but we don’t know yours.” The taller one, Caspar, says as he hurries to walk beside me. I turn my head to smile up at him, as Joe moves to my other side.

“My apologies. I’m Y/N. I’ll be looking after you both throughout your interviews.” We stop outside a glass wall with a door at one end. Inside is a couple comfortable chairs, a coffee table, and a poster from their first movie Joe and Caspar Hit The Road and their upcoming one Joe and Caspar Hit The Road USA.

“Come on in.” I open the door for them, ignoring the spark from contact when Joe brushes close.

“Wow, this is great!” Caspar plops into one of the chairs, stretching out his long legs and grinning.

“We wanted you guys to be comfortable, considering you’ll be here for most of the day.” I grimaced a little, knowing it would be a long day.

“Will you be hanging out in here with us?” Joe asked, a smirk on his face.

I shook my head, my lips curving upwards. “Unfortunately, some of us have to work.” I wink. “But I’ll be in and out, and if you guys need anything, you know where my desk is.” I point with my thumb over my shoulder. “Now, your first interview is in about five minutes. I have some water and snacks here, but let me know if you run out. Here is the itinerary for the rest of the day as well.” I hand them both a folder which goes through the different interviews and some questions. “Have fun you two!” I tell them as I head back for the door.

“Thanks, Y/N!” They both say as the door closes behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Joe’s eyes on me as I walk down the hallway.


A while later, as I’m working on a file on my computer I hear footsteps stop in front of my desk. Looking up I see Joe standing there, his hair a mess from running his hands through it.

“Hi.” He says, leaning on the desk. “How’s work going?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the phone right now?” I raise an eyebrow, glancing at the clock, noting that this is a time when he should be in an interview. Joe shrugs when I meet his eyes again.

“They decided the just wanted to talk with Caspar for the rest, they already asked me a bunch of questions. Thought I’d come bug you instead.”

“In that case, work is going fine. A little boring, but what can you do.” I tell him, leaning back in my chair. “You both must be getting excited about the movie and the tour.”

He nods, a content smile on his face. “Yeah, it’ll be a fun time. Especially with that nutter in there.” His head tilts towards the hallway that holds the room Caspar remains in.

“I’ve seen a few clips. Looks like it was a cool experience filming. And you two are crazy, so I can only imagine what happened.”

“How would you know if we’re crazy?”

“I may have seen a few of your YouTube videos.”

“Ah, the truth comes out now.”

I look down at my desk, blushing a little. A ‘few’ was an understatement. I’d watched the majority of Joe Sugg’s videos, if not all of them. And when I found out that I would be helping them while they did their phone interviews, I’d almost passed out from excitement.

“You like my videos?” Joe asks, his tone makes it seem like he’s teasing, but when I meet his eyes, I can tell he’s asking genuinely.

“I do, really. You clearly love what you do.” I give him a reassuring smile, and Joe smiles almost in relief.

“Good to know. Next time I film, I’ll remember you’re watching.”

“Joe? Time for the next interview!” Caspar calls from the open door down the hallway.

“Duty calls. See you in a bit, Y/N.” Joe winks before heading back to the room, and I’m left there speechless.


The rest of the afternoon is spent between my work on the computer and checking on the two YouTube boys, ensuring they are comfortable and have enough snacks or drinks. It’s late into the evening when I’m sat at my desk, simply flipping through a magazine at this point. I’d finished my work some time ago, but Joe and Caspar were finishing up one last late interview, and I was here until they left.

I looked up as their voices drifted down the hall, gaining volume as they got closer.


“Hey.” I greet them, as they appear around the corner. “All done?”

“Yup, finally.” Caspar replies, stretching his arms above him. “So ready to go home and not talk on the phone any more.”

“We didn’t keep you here too late, did we?” Joe asks, a look of concern on his face. It’s adorable.

I shake my head, “Don’t worry. This is part of my job. And I managed to get ahead on some work!” I grin, gathering up my stuff. The room they had been in could be cleaned up tomorrow. “Ready to go?” When both nod, we head for the exit.

“You’ll come to the premier, right Y/N?” Caspar asks once we’re in the elevator. “I think Joe still needs a date.” The South African nudges his best friend, causing a blush to appear on Joe’s cheeks.

“I’d love to attend. Sounds like it’d be a fun time.” I smile at Joe. “But don’t feel pressured to bring me as a date. I’ll just hang out in the crowd.”

“How about, I grab your number and we can talk about it tomorrow?” Joe asks, holding out his phone.

“Smooth, dude.” Caspar says, mirroring my thoughts. Regardless, I take the phone and put in my information.

“We could talk about it over coffee?” I ask, feeling bold as the elevator doors open.

“That sounds great.” Joe replies, and Caspar just laughs to himself as he walks ahead of us.

All three of us wave at the security guard as we leave the building, stopping outside of the uber they had ordered.

“Thanks for everything, Y/N.” Caspar says before hopping into the car, leaving Joe and I alone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks, looking at me shyly.

“Just tell me when and where.”

“Will do. Thanks, for keeping us company today.” Joe says, rubbing the back of his neck and shuffling on his feet. “Have a good night.” He says before dipping down to kiss me on the cheek quickly, then hops into the car. I watch the car drive away, my mouth slightly open in surprise as I lift one hand to my warm cheek.


The entire drive back to my place, I have a huge smile on my face.