i am weak and i need your love

nico cant take a break

Originally posted by lehnsherr-stark

Originally posted by loki-is-sexiest-of-the-sexy

When Loki opened his eyes everything hurt. His body felt sore as if he had hit a mountain. 

“Finally. I thought you dead.” Loki frowned at you when you suddenly leaned forward and placed your hand on his forehead, humming approvingly. “No fever. That’s good.”

Loki pushed your hand away and hissed: “Tell me who you are and where I am.”

“Uh, a little bit demanding, aren’t you?” You laughed and tsked, pointing with your index finger at him. “I’m [Y/N], dummy,  and you’re not going to fool me. Not again. This is not funny anymore.”

“Fool you? Don’t you know who I am?”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Yes, you’re Loki. My husband and King of Jotunheim, brother and right hand of Thor, King of Asgard. Blah Blah Blah.” 

Immediately Loki sat up, ignoring the pain, and stared at you. “King? Husband? This is not real. I do not belong here.” He looked around. The room was warm and cozy but looked more like a room carved into a cave. 

“What? What are you talking about?” You tried to push him carefully down but he didn’t even move a centimeter. “Love, you hurt yourself. I don’t know who attacked you but who ever did that was very powerful. You’re still weak, you need rest before you can find them.” 

For a second Loki contemplated what might have happened to him. There had been a fight against the sorcerer Doctor Strange before the man had thrown him through a portal. He cursed silently. He had thought the sorcerer had thrown him through it to send him somewhere far away, but that was not the case.

“Listen to me carefully. I am Loki, but I am not your husband and certainly not King of Jotunheim. I’m from a different universe.” 

“Oh…okay…Who send you then?” You asked confused and stepped back, not sure if the man was like your husband, or a different man. 

“Doctor Strange.”

“Strange, your friend from Midgard? This is unfortunate, Loki, because Stephen is dead. For over a decade now.” 

“What?” He didn’t look sad or shocked but verry pissed. 

“He’s dead.” You said and sighed, thinking about a solution.. “But I think I can get you your- my husbands books. He has a huge collection and the kids would love to help us to find the right spell.”

Loki blinked. “Kids? You have children.”

“Yes, we have a bunch of them. Six boys and god bless, I hope the next one is a girl. ” You gave him a smile, but it vanished as soon as you noticed his pained expression. “Don’t you have children?”

“No, I have not.”

“Well, maybe one day you’ll have some.” You said, the soft smile still on your lips. “Come, we should find a way to bring you home.”

Longing

Originally posted by beui

words: 4k+
genre: angsty-ish? with a hint of fluff
a/n: okay, so i’ve been getting a lot of yoongi feels lately & i just wanted to get it all out before it did some serious damage to me lol also, i’ve been feeling the need to get back into writing so what better way than writing about yoongi, amirite? ;D

summary: min yoongi was a workaholic and he was going to lose the best part of him if he didn’t wake up and realize just how much it was going to hurt if you left him.

Min Yoongi was everything you’ve ever asked for. He was more than just the love of your life. He was your soulmate, your rock, your pillar. He was what grounded you down when your mind slipped in and out sometimes.

Dating the man had its ups and downs, though. Yoongi was a workaholic. His music came before anything else in his life, even if it meant you. You tried to understand just how much music meant to him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t try to reason with Yoongi about how much time he was spending in his studio. He never really listened to you despite your attempts to get him to sleep early and rest, though.

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I saw you today,
The first time since
That cold night
Where we left each other.

I thought I would be okay.
It’s been months, weeks, days.
But we made eye contact
And I felt my freshly sharpened heart
Shatter back into thousands of pieces.

I loved you,
More than you deserved.
You treated me like the filth of the earth
But I loved you and I was patient
And I spoke sweet words into your ear
And comforted you when you needed

I was good to you.
I was gentle, patient and kind.

You ripped those things from me.

I am fierce, abrasive and disconnected.

I saw you today
And my body flashed back
To when I was weak and scared of you
Of losing you
Of your words
Of your hands

And I broke.

—  I’m not okay // @acomplex // Excerpt from the life I have
Cold (Harry Styles imagine)

Summary: Harry provides you with a shoulder to lean on while you’re feeling down

Word count: 860

Warnings: umm, Y/N is quite sad? I’m almost certain there’s not anything triggering, but maybe avoid this if you’re feeling sensitive?

A/N: I’m having a bad night so I decided to write some fluff(?) to help beat out the sadness. I hope you like it :)

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

You felt cold.

Nothing less, nothing more.

Just cold.

Not the type of cold felt when a draught entered through an open window or an illness brought a fever - oh no. This cold felt different.

You felt cold to the extent that you were shaking, hands jerking in your lap as you stared straight ahead. A terrible, gut-wrenching ache filled your bones, making you feel a paralysing mix of loose stiffness.

A bad day had spun into a bad week until you were there, two months on, unable to find the motivation to get out of bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, your gaze was fixed on a picture hanging on your bedroom wall. The blurry image swam in your watery gaze, the harsh colours mixing together. You hadn’t realised you were crying.

“Sweetheart?”

You blinked, eyes tracing over the edges of the picture frame.

Footsteps moved across the carpet, a weight pressing down on the mattress beside you. A moment later you felt your shaking hands clasped between a new pair - a warm pair. Soft fingertips pressed a few soothing patterns into the cold expanse of your skin, the gesture a small but welcome one.

Your breathing began to slow.

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Jon Snow x Female!Reader

Prompt: Hey, i saw you have requests open, could you write a oneshot where the reader is a ward at winterfell and in love with Jon? Maybe they are reunited when Jon is king in the North? Thanks. X

Note: This is my first attempt at writing anything for Game of Thrones, so feel free to message me is there are any mistakes or if there is anything i should change. Hope you enjoy! Xx

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Jon/Reader

You supposed that one of the reasons for your closeness with Jon Snow was that you were both impostors in the Stark family, he was a Snow and a bastard, and you were a Greyjoy and a traitor. You didn’t quite fit in with the Stark’s perfect family.

Your brother Theon had it easier. He had a cock between his legs, and would be able to fight for Robb, or at least be a strong ally due to the salt that ran through his veins. He was a valuable piece in the game of thrones.

You on the other hand had less value to the Starks. You could of course be married off, but you had traitors blood, so any marriage would mostly likely be to a second son of a lowly bannerman, and of no benefit to the Starks. It was Ned Stark’s honor that kept you in fine clothes (albeit not as fine as Sansa’s) and kept a roof over your head; it was the same for Jon.

The pair of you had bonded over your outsider status within the walls of Winterfell. You had sat together on the servants table when the Lords of the North visited, drunk the servants bad but strong ale, and stumbled your way through the castles halls back to your respective quarters.

You had loved him in such a way that only the innocence of youth can grant.

Things were so much simpler them. You thought to yourself as you tightened your grip on the reins of your horse. Not much longer to Winterfell.

As you rode you thought back to the last time you saw Jon.

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It had been the day Jon left for the wall, and ever since he had told you he would be leaving with his uncle you had been dreading it. You prayed to the Gods that he would change his mind, but you knew deep down that his heart was set.

When you heard the faint knock at your door you knew your prayers had been left unanswered. He had come to say goodbye.

“Lady ‘Y/N’?”

“It’s open” You said with a sigh. You had always loved him as a friend, but it had never been your plan to fall in love with him.

You could feel Jon’s eyes on you, as you practiced your needle work; something you only ever did when you were avoiding something else. In this case, you were avoiding Jon.

You had always known about his dreams to see the wall, and had expected it to sting if he ever did go. What you hadn’t expected was the sense of betrayal that you currently felt.

You felt Ghosts nose nudge at your elbow, and you quickly buried your face into his soft fur. You were iron born, and despite having been raised in the North, you still refused to let Jon see that you had been crying.

“Y/N please… look at me.” You could hear the desperation in Jon’s voice, and that was what caused you to look up. You never could bear to think of him in pain.

“What do you want Jon? Shouldn’t you be leaving?”

You knew you were being cold, but you told yourself a prolonged goodbye would only make things worse.

Jon beckoned for Ghost, who acquiesced, returning to his Master. You let out a small whine at the loss of his soft fur.

Jon sat down next to you on the foot of your bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on love, you’ll be okay” He said giving you a small squeeze. Gods I’m going to miss this.

“Besides, I’ll have to visit Winterfell. It’s hardly as if this is goodbye forever.”

You pulled away. He didn’t understand.

“Bloody Hell Snow you really do know nothing!” You softened your voice when you continued, “You’ll be back in a year maybe two if you’re lucky. I’m of an age Jon I might not have that long until they find me a husband.”

Jon’s face sunk at the realization; this could be it. His grey eyes were clouded over, and you wondered if he was going to cry. Instead he did something else, something less expected.

Jon stood up, taking your hand in his. He said nothing, but his cool grey eyes were locked with yours. Stark eyes. You thought to yourself, as he raised his free hand to your cheek. His touch was warm, and you leaned into it.

He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, and for a moment you feared that he was going to back away. Instead he pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. You pulled him closer to you, trying to keep as little space between your two bodies as physically possible. You felt his hands roam down your body, tracing the curve of your breasts and hips coming to rest on your hips.  

You heard a voice call out for Jon, and he quickly pulled away. “It’s Uncle Benjen. I’m sorry Y/N… I have to go.”

Jon turned towards the door, and Ghost was quick to follow him. You remained stood in the spot where Jon had left you. You wanted to call out, to tell him that you loved him, that he couldn’t leave you. Instead you watched him leave.

The Brunette lingered in the door way for a moment, and gave you a sad smile “Goodbye Y/N”

The door clicked shut, and he was gone.

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You could feel yourself slipping in the saddle of your horse, and your eyes lids were heavy. Your bones ached with tiredness, but you carried on, spurred on by the twinkling lights of Winterfell, and the thought of Jon.

After the Red wedding, you had fled. You rode for days, to the docks; and there took the first ship to the free cities. Your ship landed in Braavos, and after days penned up in a cabin you were glad to be on dry land. Your time with the Starks had left you a Greyjoy unable to sail. You let out a bitter laugh.

In the docks of Braavos you heard stories of Dragon queens, dwarfs riding pigs and fierce horse lords. You had been happy for a while, until you heard a tale of a Lord commander from the Wall being raised from the dead and claiming his father’s halls.

When you heard the tattooed Westrosi sailors share the story, you thought you might be sick. It was Jon, he was home – and in danger.

It had been a week since that day, and you were so close to your destination. You couldn’t succumb to the tiredness now, not when you were so close to home.

As you approached the gates, you saw a man on horseback riding to greet you, he seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place where it was that you knew him from, as you slipped into sleep.

When you awoke, it was not on horseback, but in a soft bed, with a jolt you realised that you were in your childhood bedroom. Winterfell. You quickly got out of the bed, hurriedly lacing up the back of a deep blue gown that had been left at the foot of your bed.

You were about to begin your descent down to the hall when you heard a soft knock at the door. You hadn’t had a chance to reply before Jon Snow walked into your room. Immediately he pulled you into a tight hug. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to cry.

You pulled away from the hug, taking an opportunity to study Jon. He was still as beautiful as he was the day he had left, but he looked older. His Jaw was harder, and his cheeks were stubbed, but his eyes had changed the most. They were still the sad deep grey eyes you knew, but harder now. His eyes had seen a lifetime of pain. You wondered how you had changed.

“You don’t know how good it is to see your face” Jon whispered, pulling you into another embrace, and placing a kiss against your forehead.

“Back at you Stark.” You said grinning up at him.

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It had been two weeks since your return to Winterfell, and the change was heavy in the air. Winter was coming, and you could feel it in your bones. Jon had been proclaimed the King on the night you arrived, two days before you woke up.

Jon spent most of his days in meetings with Sansa and his Bannermen, while you had spent this time with your brother and the books Jon had bought for you. Despite the years separated from one another he still knew you inside out.

The evenings you spent together, once you retired to bed he would bring you a glass of mulled wine and you would sit by the fire, talking. You hadn’t felt so young in years.

It was an especially cold night, and you were curled around Jon, both muttering weak excuses about the need to stay warm.

“I’m sorry I left you Y/N” Jon said suddenly, breaking the air of companionable silence.

You stiffened slightly, but regained composure with a shrug “I’m sorry too Jon, but at least I have you now.” You snuggled up closer to him.

“I learnt a lot on the Wall,” Jon said solemnly. You looked up at him questioningly, urging him with your eyes to continue. “but I think the most important lesson of all was how miserable I am without you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. So, had he loved you all of these years? What would happen now? Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again.

“My father’s men have made me king Y/N, and I there’s no one else I would rather have as my Queen.”

You didn’t say anything at first, and instead pulled him down into a long overdue kiss.

So I’ve been reading @croninians‘s Persona 5 fic (which you can find here) and their writing literally gives me life?? It’s written primarily in Skype/Instant Messaging Platform format and I have literally never read these children more in character in my 24 years on this earth. Please disregard the fact that this game has only been out for a handful of months. It’s still a valid statement.

REGARDLESS, this meme appeared in their most recent update and I couldn’t help myself?? I’m a sucker for every meme that has shown up in it and I’m just weak for their writing in general. I also still plan on doing some voice acting for some of their more animated reactions, because honestly Michaela deserves every good thing on this earth

aNYWAYS GO READ THIS FIC AND SHOWER THEM WITH LOVE B/C THEY DESERVE IT AND IF YOU LOVE OUR AWFUL MEMEING PHANTOM THIEF CHILDREN YOU WILL LOVE THIS AUTHOR OKAY.

Prompt: You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Pairing:  Newt Scamander x reader

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You loved him

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- @aesthetic0100

Request- I’m sorry for my English but I’m from Poland! I’m totally in love with your writing and I was wondering if you could write something with Harry Hook and Mal’s younger sister? Like they always act like they hate each other but they really like each other haha I don’t know if that makes sense

Disclaimer- I do not own any Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- Mal’s sister doesn’t know how to love, neither does Harry. Maybe they can teach each other.

Warning(s)- Neglectful parents, cursing, abuse, and fluff

Words- 2598

A/N- Kinda based on the song “I still love him” By Lana Del Ray

Originally posted by unintendedgirl

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Muse Sentence Starters

This is for @xkaliahx Hehehe I like being clingy but she did say she liked MCR like me.

Anyways, These sentence starters are My Chemical Romance ones from their most famous songs.

Dead!-

  • “If you get to Heaven, I’ll be here waiting, babe.”
  • “Did you get what you deserved?”
  • “Have you heard the news that you’re dead?”
  • “No one ever had much nice to say.”
  • “I think they never liked you anyway.”
  • “Take me from the hospital bed.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be grand?”
  • “It ain’t exactly what you planned.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be great if we were dead?”
  • “Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish, you never fell in love.”
  • “’Cause now you’ve got maybe two weeks to live, is that the most you can give?”
  • “Oh, motherfucker.”
  • “If life ain’t just a joke, then why are we laughing?”
  • “If life ain’t just a joke, then why am I dead?!”

I Don’t Love You-

  • “Well when you go, don’t ever think I’ll try to make you stay.”
  • “And maybe when you get back, I’ll be off to find another way.”
  • “And after all that time you still owe, you’re still a good-for-nothing I don’t know.”
  • “So take your gloves and get out.”
  • “Better get out while you can.”
  • “When you go, would you even turn to say I don’t love you like I did yesterday.”
  • “Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, so sick and tired of all the needless beating.”
  • “But baby when they knock you down and out, is where you oughta stay…”
  • “You better get up while you can.”
  • “When you go, would you even have the guts to say, I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday.

Na Na Na-

  • “The future is bullet proof!”
  • “The aftermath is secondary, it’s time to do it now and do it loud!”
  • “Killjoys, make some noise!”
  • “Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don’t need it, but I’ll sell what you got, take the cash and I’ll keep it.”
  • “Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas and kill them all!”
  • “And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl…”
  • “You be my detonator.”
  • “Love gimme love, I don’t need but I’ll take what I want from your heart and keep it in a bag, in a box.”
  • “Put an X on the floor!”
  • Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more!”
  • “Shut up and sing it with me.”
  • “Let’s blow an artery!”
  • “Eat plastic surgery.”
  • “Keep your apology.”
  • “Give us more detonation!”
  • “Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.”
  • “Kiss me you animal!”
  • “Everybody wants to save the world, but no one wants to die.”
  • “Wanna try?”
  • “I’ll be your detonation!”
  • “Let this world explode.”

I’m Not Okay (I Promise)-

  • “Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say.”
  • “I never want to let you down or have you go.”
  • “It’s better off this way!”
  • “I’m not okay!”
  • “You wear me out.”
  • What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?”
  • “I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means…”
  • “I held you close as we both shook.”
  • “For the last time take a good hard look!”
  • “Forget about the dirty looks…”
  • “You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed!”
  • I’m okay…. I’m okay!”
  • “I-I’m okay now…”
  • “But you really need to listen to me, I mean it I’m okay!”
  • “Trust me. I’m not okay!”
  • “I’m really not okay!”
  • “I’m not o-fucking-kay!”
  • “Okay?!”

Famous Last Words-

  • “Now I know, that I can’t make you stay.”
  • “But where’s your heart?”
  • “And I know, there’s nothing I can say to change that part.”
  • “But can I speak?”
  • “Well it is hard understanding, I’m incomplete.”
  • “A life that’s so demanding.”
  • “I can’t speak.”
  • “I get so weak.”
  • “A love that’s so demanding, I can’t speak.”
  • “I am not afraid to keep on living.”
  • “I am not afraid to walk this world alone.”
  • “Honey if you stay, I’ll be forgiven.”
  • “Nothing you can say can stop me going home.”
  • “Can you see, my eyes are shining bright.”
  • “And I’m so weak.”
  • “I’m incomplete.”
  • “I get so weak.”
  • “I see you lying next to me with words I thought I’d never speak, awake and unafraid”
  • “Asleep or dead?”
  • “These bright lights have always blinded me.”

Helena~ So Long and Goodnight-

  • “What’s the worst you take?”
  • “For every heart you break.”
  • “For every blade you stain.”
  • “Well, I’ve been holding on tonight.”
  • “What’s the worst thing I can say?”
  • “Things are better if I stay.”
  • “So long, and goodnight.”
  • “Came a time, when every star fall bought you to tears again.”
  • “We are the very hurt you sold.”
  • ”And if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay.”
  • “Can you hear me?”
  • “Are you near me?”
  • “We can pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again.”
  • “When both our cars collide.”

Cancer-

  • “Turn away.”
  • “If you could get me a drink of water cause my lips are chapped and faded.”
  • “Call (Insert Name) and help her/him gather all my things and bury me in all my favorite colors.”
  • “My sisters an my brothers…”
  • “Still, I will not kiss you.”
  • “’Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.”
  • “Now turn away, ‘cause I’m awful just to see.”
  • “’Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body.”
  • “Oh, my agony.”
  • “Know that I will never marry!”
  • “Baby, I’m just soggy from the chemo.”
  • “But counting down the days to go…. It just ain’t living!”
  • And I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I’ll ask you to be true because the hardest part of this is leaving you.”

Teenagers-

  • “I’m gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you.”
  • “Because I sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son/girl, So I can watch all the things you do.”
  • “Because the drugs never work.”
  • “They’re gonna give you a smirk.”
  • “’Cause they got methods to keeping you clean.”
  • “I’m gonna rip up your head, your inspirations to shreds.”
  • “Another cog in the murder machine.”
  • “All teenagers scare the living shit out of me.”
  • “I could care less, as long as some one’ll bleed.
  • “So darken my clothes.”
  • “I’ll strike a violent pose.”
  • “Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.”
  • “The boys and girls in the clique, the awful name that they stick, you’re never gonna fit in much kid/dear.
  • “But if you’re troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.”

Welcome To The Black Parade-

  • “When I was a young boy/girl my Father/Mother took me into the city to see a marching band.”
  • “He/She said Son/Girl when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?”
  • “He/She said, Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers? And the plans that they have made?”
  • “Because one day, I’ll leave you.”
  • “A phantom to lead you to the summer, to join the Black Parade.”
  • “Sometimes I get the feeling, she’s watching over me.”
  • “And other times I feel like I should go.”
  • “And through it all, the rise and fall the bodies in the streets.”
  • “And when I’m gone, I want you to know, we’ll carry on!”
  • “And when you’re dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on.”
  • “I’ll carry it on.”
  • “And in my heart I can’t contain it.”
  • “The anthem won’t explain it.”
  • “Your misery and hate will kill us all.”
  • “So paint it black and take it back, shout it loud and clear.”
  • “Defiant to the end we hear the call to carry on.”
  • “And though you’re broken and defeated, your weary widow marches.”
  • “On and on we’ll carry through the fears of disappointed faces of your peers.”
  • “Take a look at me cause I could not care at all.”
  • “Do or die, you’ll never make me ‘cause the world, will never take my heart.”
  • “Though you try, you’ll never break me!”
  • “We want it all, we wanna play this part.”
  • “Won’t explain or say I’m sorry.” 
  • “I’m not ashamed, I’m gonna show my scar.”
  • “Give a cheer for all the broken.”
  • “I’m just a boy/girl, I’m not a hero.”
  • “I. Don’t. Care!”
  • “Go and try, you’ll never break me!”
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guess who has no impulse control and watched the leaks it’s me!!!! I love the pearls so much I’m going to marry them ALL

Angst Starters

[Tw: suicide, abuse, murder.]

“Can’t you see I’m hurting you?!”
“Damn it… Oh, fuck… What the fuck did I do?”
“Just leave. Please.”
“I am not your fucking kid to look after!”
“You could have pretended to actually care.”
“I’m not the one who ruined everything!”
“What do you know about my damn life?!”
“Fuck you!”
“This is not a game. You can’t be doing this to people!”
“You weren’t there when I needed you the most?”
“Where were you?! Tell me?”
“You fucking cheater!”
“You shouldn’t have saved me! I’m not worth living!”
“You’re weak!”
“You have nothing without me.”
“Who the fuck is going to love someone like you!”
“Don’t touch me ever again!”
“I will break you.”
“I’m a terrible person!”
“You can’t always run away from your problems!”
“What have you done for me?”
“No, I’m fucking done with this.”
“You’re on your own. I’m not going to risk my ass for scum.”
“I have to do this.”
“You made me do this!”
“Just leave!”
“You’re insane.”
“I know… I know… I’m so fucked up.”

Draco Malfoy/ Female-Reader

Imagine comforting Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Peace in Your Arms

Draco Malfoy came out of the room of requirements and put his hands to his face: it had been a catastrophic failure again. He forced down a desperate sob and took a deep breath. He would try again tomorrow. Eventually he would succeed, he thought determinedly, and then… His hands shook a little at the task before him: to kill the headmaster of Hogwarts, the only man the Dark Lork had ever feared, Albus Dumbledore.

He pushed it to the back of his mind. He needed to get to his Transfiguration lesson: McGonagall would put him in detention if he was late again. And he couldn’t afford to lose any more time. He was running out of it as it was.

Swinging his bag onto his shoulder, he hurried to his Transfiguration class. Glancing down at his watch, he realised he was late. He had been in the room of requirements for longer than he had thought. Time seemed to pass differently in there: much more quickly.

He hurried down the corridor and hesitated for barely a second outside the classroom door. He could hear McGonagall talking already: the lesson had started. At that he almost turned back round but that would just make it worse in the long run. He clenched his fist then pushed open the door.

McGonagall was standing at the front. Draco looked round the classroom and his heart leapt a little when he saw you sitting at a desk by the window. He knew he loved you but had pushed you away when he had been given his task by the Dark Lord, something he had protected you from learning of.

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Bad People (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: First of the prompted fics!

Warnings: None

Request: 23 with Jason Todd

It was a lazy, uneventful afternoon. It was stormy outside, as it usually was in Gotham, and you lay on the couch with Jason.

Your head was rested on his chest, and his arms were around your waist. You relished in the comfort of his heartbeat. 

“Hey, Jason?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, sugar?” he responded, slightly tightening his grip around you.

“Do you think we’re bad people?” The question had been plaguing you for a while. You knew what you and Jason did was helping people, but your heart was too soft for it. Every body that you and Jason dropped weighed heavily on your conscience.

Jason took a deep breath before responding. “I am, but not you. You’re too good for this, you know? I’m just too selfish to let you go, is all.”

“Jason, even if you decided to ‘let’ me go, I wouldn’t leave. I love you. I’m just being weak, that’s all. I just- I just need to toughen up, right?” 

“No. Stay the way you are. I like you this way, and I need you to know that you’re not the one hurting people. I am. We’ve been doing this for god knows how long and I’ve never seen you kill. You are not a bad person.” Jason replied, holding you tightly to his chest.

You responded by pressing yourself further into his chest and curling your arms around him as best you could. “I love you.’

“I love you too, sugar.”

You want to know the secret to college - no one makes it through without a crap ton of stress and some failures. You will break down crying on your roommate’s bed at 1:30 in the morning at least once. You will panic. You will not always get to do every reading or finish every assignment. You will “fail” or have to drop a class. You won’t always be able to eat healthy and some days waking up before 9 am will feel like a death sentence.

But you just have to keep going. If what you’re doing isn’t working, change it. If your study plan, or note taking style isn’t working - change it. Take a good long look at yourself and be honest about your weaknesses, faults, limits, and abilities. Know what you can and cannot do. I cannot pull all-nighters. Staying up past 2 am makes me feel sick the next day. So instead I go to bed by midnight and if something still ABSOLUTELY needs to be done, I get up at 6 or 7 and work on it. I write obsessively detailed to do lists bc otherwise my brain panics and exaggerates everything I have to do. I switched to bullet journaling bc normal planners weren’t working for me. And I started a studyblr bc I love this site but needed some positive academic motivation.

College is rough. It’s way different than high school and what did work then may not work now. But that’s okay. Because college is about learning who you are as an independent adult. College is a testing ground where adaptation and self-awareness are the keys to success. And trust me, you come out the other side better for it. You grow so much in such a short amount of time, but damn it’s worth it.

Imagine seducing Haldir and distracting him from his guard duties.

Originally posted by safiyeoflorien

Rate: Everyone

Characters: HaldirxReader

Summary: Imagine seducing Haldir and distracting him from his guard duties.

Words count: 1623

Note: Imagine from @imaginexhobbit. I’m bad at flirting, like very bad ! But I won’t get better if I don’t practice, right ? So tell me what you think and if you have some tips let me know !

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We’ll kiss it better

Anon ask: R came back from a mission all bruised and hurt, super tired and upset cause the mission failed and on top of all that, R has to do a lot of paperwork and other works, R is grumpy and weak, at some point almost beat up an agent, but her girlfriends Wanda and Nat comfort her and help her get through the day. I need fluff matt <3 (sorry for any grammar mistake English is not my first language)

Warning: swearing

(A/N): Don't’ worry love your English is amazing! and let me tell you guys that I love poly Nat & Wanda so fucking much it physically hurts. Sorry if this sucks I write it at 4 am. I also tried to write it as neutral as posible , sorry if I miss any pronounce , I’ll repeat , I writed this at 4 am  

Words : 2098

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Let me bring my man.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Inspired by The Book Thief.

Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)

Warnings: Angst.

Words: 1361

A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life. No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.


Originally posted by marvelheroes

I found him beautiful.

I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.

I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.

I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.

He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.

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And I swear to god I am over you.
And I promise that I don’t I need you.
And I tell myself you aren’t worth it.

But I’m not over you.
But I need you so much.
But you’re worth every tear.
Every heartbreak. Every ache in my pounding, weak chest.

Every time I see your face, it hurts a little more.
Every time I hear your name, I want to die a little more.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to crawl into your arms and tell you I love you through my tears of blood.

But,
Every time I see your face, I’m reminded of what you did.
Every time I hear your name, I want to let them know what you did.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to rip her head off of her shoulders and scream and yell for what you both did to me.
The two people I trusted the most, were the two people who betrayed me the most.
You always wanted him. And you just couldn’t help yourself.