i left because you never asked me to stay


Originally posted by bovaria

Summary: Bucky can’t quite control himself when it comes to you, and he’s not about to change that.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N:  i’m disgusting dude :/

WARNINGS: 18+!, dirty talk, masturbation, gagging, spanking, SLIGHT voyeurism, in general it’s nasty and i’m sorry. also! no condom is used in this but that don’t mean you can go around shoving ya dix and fajitas and whatnot anywhere ya want without protection. keep it safe.

Wordcount: 5,400 (no self control? i think so.)

Bucky Barnes was the kind of man to keep things bottled up. He was the kind of man that clutched his fists tight, kept his mouth shut, and dealt with things in his own time. More often than not, his methods of coping with situations gone wrong usually remained orthodox and controlled. He would sit and write until his mind could write no more and it was easier to breathe. Until he could face his team, face you, and function properly.

You were never an easy team member. Stubborn, scrappy in principles and always looking to give him a wild rush. He could almost say he hated working with you. He hated how you were always questioning orders, even if you often had a point, and how he could never concentrate with you around. Bucky Barnes hated the way you made him feel.

Like he wanted to grab a hold of your hair and smash his lips to yours. Like he couldn’t wait to tell you just how crazy you really drove him.

So it was hard, living with you. Often times, he scorned himself for choosing to reside in your second bedroom rather than in Steve’s apartment. He had been given a choice, and Bucky just couldn’t shut down your offer. He wanted to be closer to you, he wanted the rush in his veins when he was around you. It was different from the Avengers compound. There, he wasn’t alone with you. The team was there.

But here…here, he had you to himself.

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Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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you told me that you loved me and i didn’t believe you because i thought you were only in love with what I’ve shown you, the least damaged parts of myself and i told you that i was a breaking bridge and you needed to go because i was just going to come tumbling down and i left all the doors open so that you could leave me but you never even used them and i did everything i could to get you to leave me i even set myself on fire and you came and put me out and you touched me like you meant it and i told you to go because i had a sickness and id just infect you but you still stayed and i asked you how you could love someone who is made up of broken pieces and you told me you had never seen anything broken that was as beautiful as me


Request: You had a similar situation to buckys torture and are rescued by shield. He’s determined to break through your emotionless, sassy shell and to help you in recovery. After a couple failed attempts He finds out you have a soft spot for puppy’s and surprises you with a rescue dog. Which in turn has her confronting him on what this is all about and feelings spill out like a brand new water park. -Anon

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2237 (ha! Whoops..)

Warnings: Mentions of torture..

A/N: I hope this is alright! It feels kind of like a hot mess, but I didn’t want it to run on too long! Also the dog mentioned is from the hbspca, so if you’re in southern ontario and need a friend :) And yeah, one little part was inspired by Love, Actually. Feedback would be lovely xo

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Our Son

HIIII!!! Umm could I request a scenario where y/n has Jungkook’s child but he doesn’t want it and leaves y/n and y/n is all alone until Taehyung says he’ll take care of the y/n and the child and you fall in love with Taehyung and Jungkook Regrets it after the child is grown up… Its kinda long sorry!! BUT I LOVE YOUR BLOG❤❤💙💙💙❤💙

For anon

Here it is

Hope you like it


Originally posted by sugutie

Yet another test, another result. Unless they were all flawed, they were clearly saying that you were pregnant.
And it was a big deal. You were too young, you would have had to give up the University and mostly you did not know how your boyfriend would react.
Jungkook was as young as much as you are and you were always so careful. You could not figure out how it happened when memories of the night a few weeks before get into your mind.
You were so taken by the passion that you had given up the condom and that was the result; a completely unexpected pregnancy.
“Baby, you’re locked in the bathroom for nearly half an hour. Are you feeling okay?”
Jungkook’s voice jolted you and you quickly threw the tests in the trash near the sink, by covering them with a paper towel so as not to make them visible.
“Sorry, I was removing makeup. You know things for women, Kooks ” You apologized, coming out of the bathroom and smiling at him mildly; “What are you staring at?”
“You look pale. Are you sure you’re okay? ” He asked curiously, coming closer to you and brushed your cheek with your fingertips; “Don’t make me worry.”
“It’s okay, Kooks. Everything is fine. ”
And that was the first lie in a long line.

Your lies were getting too many and it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the truth to Jungkook.
After making up some courage you had decided that that night you’d have said everything, hoping that he would have taken it good and above all being happy.
After initial shock, you had begun to accept that pregnancy more and more until you felt happy to bring one creature in your womb. It was the fruit of your love and what could be wrong with something so pure and beautiful?
“Kooks… Do you have two minutes? I need to talk to you. ” You began, sitting on the bed beside him, busy playing a video game that you didn’t know.
“Sure baby, talk to me.” He smiled and hope kept increasing in you.
“A few weeks ago I discovered something. Of course at first, I was scared… but I mean this is an amazing thing, believe me. ”
“Don’t keep me in suspense, tell me what’s going on, Jagi” He encouraged you, slipping on the mattress as he approached you; “Have you found to be the best of your course? Is your brother getting married? Have you won a vacation? Teeeeeeell me. ”
“I’m pregnant.” Your emotion was palpable in the tone of your voice and your gaze was bright, but Jungkook’s look made you freeze completely.
His smile had vanished, his eyes were wide with shock and his look was totally blank.
You immediately took his hand, stroking the backs with the pad of your thumb, waiting for the news to make way into his mind and the happiness you felt became his own.
“Kooks.. I know we’re you–”
“No, I don’t want it.” He immediately stopped you and those few words were a stab to your heart. There was no happiness in his eyes, only anger and you could feel it on your skin as he stared at you. “What you wanted to tell me, huh? I don’t want that son, Y/N, and you should think about your future, how it will be ruined by this child. ”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Yes, I do. We’re nineteen, we are kids ourselves. How are you going to raise him? Huh? ”
“No, I’m sorry but… It’s not what I want. ” He almost screamed as he rose from the bed, jostling you away and reaching the wardrobe.
You looked right at him while he was taking a duffle bag and started to throw in his clothes, without bothering to fold them and place them.
He was leaving you and just because you were pregnant, the idea itself disgusted you incredibly much and hurt you so much to leave you speechless.
“I’m sorry Y/N; but this is not the life I want. ”
“So you don’t assume your responsibilities?”
“I… I can’t do that, I’m sorry. ” He whispered, turning to look at you. You could understand his fear, but not his actions. You looked into his eyes for a moment and after that little moment he turned back again, taking the bag and leaving the room.
The sound of a door closing, shortly after, made it clear that he was gone. Forever.


“Yah, Y/N … He’s a jerk, I’ve always said that. ” Taehyung said for the umpteenth time, while his arms welcomed you with joy and you were hiding among them.
It was in days you were in those conditions, struggling to eat, to sleep, that everything reminded you of him and it hurt you.
The only relief came from the presence of Taehyung, who tried in every way to help as best he could. He even volunteered to come with you to the check up that you had hoped to do with Jungkook, but all your hopes and dreams were completely blown away.
“How… How do I do it now? ”
“What does it mean? Do you want this baby? ”  
He asked earnestly, looking down at you and shifting a lock of your hair so he can see your eyes.
“Of course, Tae. ”
“All right, then fuck Jungkook. The only thing that you have to think about now is your health and the health of the baby ”
“I’m alone…”
“What am I? A Unicorn? ”
You heaved your face, upset by his attitude. He could not have really understood that if he wanted to help you during those months, he would have had to be close. It was too much to ask him and you did not want to ruin his life, it was the last thing that he deserved.
“Taehyung… I can’t ask you this. ”
“Listen, Y/N, you know me. I love children and you’re one of my dearest friends. Let me help you, I want to take care of both of you. ” He said, then giving you one of his brightest smiles. Tears pinched your eyes  (but not enough to make you cry, just smiling back.
He was there and for the first time in days, you did not feel alone anymore.


“WHAT WHAT?” Taehyung screamed, running out of the kitchen with a fork full of food in his hand, looking upset.
You, as a reply, threw against him the remote control while the umpteenth and violent contraction made you fold in two for the pain.
They had begun that morning but were mild and your gynecologist had made sure they were normal in calving.
“OKAY, OKAY… WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL, YOU … THE BAG, I GOT IT, ” Yet another scream as he ran to retrieve the bag, ready for days, for the hospital and came back to you. “ I HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS OR CAN YOU WALK? ”
You did not know what to expect, you were afraid that something could go wrong, that your little boy would be likely to hurt himself. A thousand thoughts invaded your mind but when Taehyung, without saying anything, took you into his arms and came running out of the house, all the negative thoughts vanished.
Your guardian angel was with you, nothing could go wrong.


It was the most difficult and painful twelve hours of your life, but in the end, the little Sooyoung had seen the light. He was perfect, with already a bushy little of hair, powerful and clear voice so as to make the nurses laugh when he started to cry.
You were too dazed to figure out anything and you accepted willingly the anesthetic in order to rest for at least a few hours without the slightest pain.

“Sooyoung, you look exactly like your mom. Yes… You’ll become a beautiful little man. How about I wake her up? ”
A deep and full of sweetness voice woke you up and opening your eyes you laid your gaze on Taehyung, sitting in a chair beside you, holding your child in his arms.
“Hey.. Look who’s here. ” He muttered with sweetness, getting up and approaching you. Gently, he put Sooyoung into your arms and a swirl of emotions made you break down and cry, while you kissed and caressed with your lips that perfect and small face.
“He’s beautiful.”
“As his mom… I’ll leave you alone, you need some time to get to know him. ” He rose from his chair but immediately you gripped his wrist, blocking him from leave you alone.
“But… I mean, I think you want to enjoy this time with your son. ”
“O-our son.” You faltered while he stared, caught off guard by your words. “Taehyung.. In these months you never left me alone and … I… Don’t go away. ”
“Why? Let me hear you say, Y/N ”.
“Because I fell in love with you, Tae.”


“Why is my champion screaming like that? What’s going on? ”

You were sitting on the couch, checking out some books to write the next chapter of your thesis, while Sooyoung kept running around the house chasing Taehyung. Their screaming did not bother you, indeed ,somehow, they helped you to stay more focused. After four years you were completely accustomed to their madness.

“Appa I want ice cream!”
“You have to ask mom.” Taehyung gave to you the “problem”, causing you to raise your eyes to heaven in a fake desperate way. Immediately the little Sooyoung jumped on the couch, holding onto your neck and stuffing your face with kisses.
He was a corruptor, just like his father.
“EOMMAAAAA, I WANT ICE CREAM” he screamed, pouting his lips as he always did Taehyung whenever he wanted to get something. “PLEAAAAAASE”.
“All right, let’s go get some ice cream.” You agreed, squeezing him softly in your arms and getting up off the couch completely ignoring your studies; “But when we finish the ice cream, we get back home.”
It was a day in June, the sun was high in the sky and the temperature was perfect. You were holding hands with Taehyung while Sooyoung was two steps ahead of you who hopped, unable to contain the enthusiasm that he was trying at that time.
“Sometimes I wonder if he’ll run out of his energies …” Taehyung whispered into your ear, making you smile and shake your head immediately; “But he’s so bea–”
His break concerned you right away, so your eyes returned to alight in front of you. And the reason why he had stopped was immediately clear to you.
Sooyoung was in front of Jungkook, the last person you wanted to see.  
Jungkook bowed to reach the cap that your son had lost and your looks have met.
“Your cap, kid.”
“Thank you! ” Sooyoung thanked him and you could see his toothless smile even though you were a few steps away from him.
“Sooyoung, come here. Let’s choose our ice cream, come ” Taehyung recalled the child without deigning to glance Jungkook. The little boy immediately turned and ran up taking his hand he was holding out.
They went into the ice-cream parlor, leaving you alone in front of your biggest regret and disappointment.
Jungkook came up to you, his hands in his jacket pocket, and a guilty look drew onto his face. He smiled but you did not smile back, remembering only at that moment how much pain he had inflicted on you.
“You’re looking good.”
“Thank you.” was your answer, totally icy.
“You and Taehyung, huh?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Already… He… What’s his name? ”
“It’s none of your business, Jungkook.” His smile faded away to your answer, but you did not felt sadness at seeing that look on his face. “Now I’ll go back to my son and my husband if you don’t mind.”
“I regretted my choice every day for the past four years, Y/N”.
“Jungkook… I don’t regret instead. Because I found a person a thousand times better than you, who didn’t leave me. On second thought, I just have to say thank you for abandoning me. Thanks to you, now I know what it’s like to be really happy. ”

Originally posted by donewithjeon



Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: irl i look as innocent as bucky in this gif but in my mind there’s one thought: L U B E  I T  U P  C A P T A I N 

Also, happy valentine’s day

Words: 358

Prompt: Some questions don’t need to be asked.

Warnings: floof


Some questions are better left unasked because it’s often clear that you won’t always like the answer you’ll receive.

So you don’t ask and no one answers, the words left as fragments of deep thought trapped at the end of your tongue. They stay there, festering in your mind with boiling curiosity, waiting waiting waiting to be said.

Still, the question remains; unasked and unanswered.

But it still exists it’s corporeal form, there in the corner of your mind.

Do you love me, James?

Of course, the words never leave your lips and a reply never leaves his. But he’s not to blame, because he lives his life struggling with his own demons, too unaware of the storm that’s brewing within.

So, when you’re held close at night, hearing soft promises whispered but never reaching your ears, you don’t ask.

Not when he kisses you, pink lips pressing to your own with utter care and gentleness, calloused hands cupping your jaw, brushing stray strands of hair back into place. You don’t ask.

When he smiles at you, all crooked teeth and hidden jokes, innocent blue eyes shining with the sort of childish mischief that is so utterly and completely him, the one that always brings an unbidden smile to your lips, you don’t ask.

When he’s up at night, plagued by those very demons he flees from day after day, slipping under the covers by your side, reassuring himself that you’re real and you’re there. You don’t ask.

Or when he’s talking, hands moving almost comically as he tries to explain a story of his childhood, eyes glimmering with long-lost hope, you don’t ask.

When he’s got his hand in yours, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand absent mindedly, you don’t ask.

When he’s got you trapped against the couch, head in your lap, refusing to let you move, smirk playing at his lips as your own amused eyes look down at him, you don’t ask.

When he’s looking at you like you’re his everything despite the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, you don’t ask.

Because, that’s the funny thing about some questions.

They don’t need to be asked.

But they’ll still be answered.

Yes, I love you.


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Something Special

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: After a family meeting, the boys tease Tommy about marriage. Aunt Polly predicts he’ll find Mrs. Thomas Shelby soon.

Word Count: 2678

Warnings: Smut and cursing.

A/N: I honestly hope you guys enjoy this random idea that kept me up until 4 A.M.

The Shelby family remained lounging in the wager room after a family meeting. You sat on the stairs below Ada, who was plaiting a braid into your hair. You considered yourself fortunate that the family thought so highly of you. You were neither related through blood nor marriage, but they’d kept you close nonetheless.

Polly had been worried about the recent deals Tommy had been making. She’d done some digging with the help of Ada and the Londoners could not be trusted. You’d only mildly helped by pretending to be a flapper girl interested in a couple of “businessmen”. You were entirely too good at conversation.

The family meeting turned into quips. John had begged the point no one else could have gone undercover except for you because all the other girls were married women; all except Ada, but John claimed she was still a grieving widow.

Arthur took a stab at Tommy’s love life. He claimed he’d never find a woman at the rate he was aging.

“It’s not his age,” Ada roused from the stairwell,” it’s his goddamned moodiness.”

Laughter bellowed from everyone but Tommy, who was eyeing you with a look that didn’t forebode well with you. However, you’d never had trouble staring danger in the face. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth and you turned your eyes away.

“Is it because you can’t get a girl off, Tommy?” John prodded him. “Or is it too small?” He grabbed at his junk. Ada and you groaned.

Polly slapped John,” Shut it, John. Your brother will find a wife in due time.” She glanced over at you, which caused you to look down at the floorboards. “Won’t you?”

Tommy didn’t even flinch. Arthur piped up before Tommy could reply,” She’s gotta have something no other woman has.”

“What, like three tits?” John leaned in. Esme seemed unamused from her seat next to John. You couldn’t help but laugh. Laughs were not in short supply around the family.

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You Left [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Anonymous: “maybe a Damian Wayne imagine where he had a girlfriend who was in the League and he had to leave her for the obvious reasons and then they get reunited??”

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1312

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The city of Gotham had known numerous vigilantes terrorizing the city. Criminals were so common in the city it was a wonder how it was still left standing. Perhaps it was because of the brave heroes of the night that protect the city. They clashed so often that both parties were quite familiar with each other.

However, those heroes were now faced with an unfamiliar threat. This was concerning because with new threats come more casualties and more puzzles to solve. With old criminals patterns can be seen but this new menace was erratic, unpredictable and ruthless. One thing was for sure though; whoever this person was, they were not above killing. This made them all the more dangerous.

This was the reason why Damian was currently searching for this new criminal. He thought it would be easy–after all, he had been trained by the League of Assassins and Batman himself. But the criminal, whoever they were, they were on the same level as him. Their moves were as fluid as water and they moved as if they were riding the wind. Damian didn’t doubt that their fighting skills would be impressive as well.

“Stop!” Damian exclaimed, jumping from roof to roof, relentlessly chasing this person. In the corner of his eyes he could see his brother Dick and his father quietly chasing the criminal in the shadows. Soon, the criminal would have no way out. Surely they couldn’t take on three trained fighters?

As he got closer, his eyes widened slightly at the unmistakable uniform of the League of Assassins. Who was this person, and what were they doing in Gotham? Were they sent by his mother?

All three shared a nod and as soon as he saw the opportunity, Damian increased his speed and struck. He thought it was a good, surprising attack but apparently it wasn’t. Whoever this person was, they knew right away and dodged it was ease before returning the attack.

Damian recoiled back just in time to narrowly dodge the attack. He glared at the attacker–judging by the figure, it was a female–and slightly smirked when she was attacked by the one and only Nightwing. As Damian watched them fight, something made him freeze.

Why did she seem so familiar?

The assassin put up a good fight but once Batman also joined, she was outmatched. Like a trained assassin though, she knew her position and quickly disappeared into the night. Dick was about to pursue but Bruce stopped him.

“Don’t bother,” he instructed, “we need to talk.”

“We need a plan of action,” Bruce stated as soon as they arrived back at the cave, “She’s more dangerous than we thought.”

“Yeah…” Damian murmured, looking down. His mind was still clouded as he tried to figure out what was bothering him.

“Why do you think she’s here?” Dick questioned curiously, “What could she want?” Damian spaced out of the conversation and thought back to the fight.

Her movements were eerily familiar to him, as if he had seen it a thousand times before. He almost knew what move she was going to do next. And the way she moved, her fighting style and her flawless movements…


“Huh?” Damian snapped out of his trance and looked up to see both Bruce and Dick staring at him questioningly.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked with a frown.

Damian shrugged and hesitantly answered the question, “I’m uncertain father… but the assassin seemed… familiar to me.”

“Familiar?” Bruce repeated, “could it be you know this person before?”

“Perhaps,” Damian agreed. He had numerous female sparring partners in his days of the League but he didn’t think there was anyone he knew enough to familiarize himself with. All except…

His eyes widened. It couldn’t be you, could it?

“Father,” he spoke up, “may I meet this assassin alone tomorrow?”

“What?” Dick exclaimed, “Damian, it could be dangerous–”

“No, if it’s who I think it is… she wouldn’t hurt me,” he responded confidently.


“No, Dick,” Bruce said firmly, “let him.” He nodded at Damian, a sign that he was placing his trust on his son.

And Damian planned on not breaking that trust.

As expected, the assassin appeared the next night as well, and he was ready. She seemed to have already known he was waiting though and swiftly landed on the rooftop in front of him. He was sure there was a smile under that mask of hers.

“Only you today?” she inquired, “pity.” Damian forced himself not to flinch–that voice. There was no mistaking it, it was you. It had to be.

“I know who you are,” Damian blurted out, getting straight to the point, “I know you’re angry.”

“Angry?” you laughed, shaking your head and not at all fazed by the fact that he had figured it out, “I’m not angry beloved,” he winced at that word, “no. Why would I? After you promised to be with me, only to leave in the end…”

“I never meant to–”

“You did, Damian,” you said with a sigh, “you did mean it. If you didn’t we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“I did not belong in the League,” Damian reasoned, taking a step closer to you, “I’ve found… a place here in Gotham. It’s where I belong.”

“And being by my side is not where you belong?” you asked coldly, your demeanor switching to an even more hostile one. Damian knew he just said something wrong.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he insisted, “this was unexpected. I knew how loyal you were, I thought… I thought you could never be happy here. I thought it would be better–”

“I was only loyal because of you!” you yelled, pulling out your sword and pointing it directly at him, “I stayed because of you, because I was willing to sacrifice everything for us. But then you left me and I was stuck… being a puppet.”

“[F/N],” Damian said slowly, keeping an eye on the sword, “I’m sorry… I never knew… I thought… I thought you were happier being with them than with me.”

“All these years… all these years of knowing me and you couldn’t tell that I was happiest with you?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly.


“You know, at first I was angry,” you continued, wiping a tear away, “I was furious at you for leaving me… but then I realized that you chose them over me, the person who had always been there for you. So now I’m not angry, I’m heartbroken.”

You moved the sword closer to him, the edge pressing against his neck until it pierced his skin. As droplets of blood ran down his neck, your hostility withdrew and a sadness washed over you. You slowly removed the sword from his neck.

“I came here to see you, to restore my heart…” you admitted, “but seeing you, so happy without me, it only broke even more. I thought I loathed you, the person who broke my heart… but in the end I can’t even kill you.” You laughed bitterly. “Why? Why must I still love you? After everything you’ve done to me?” Your laughter turned into sobs, sobs you tried to mask.

Damian felt his heart break when he saw you cry. He never wanted to hurt you, back then he thought you would never give up everything you had for him. So he ran, not knowing your feelings.

Acting solely on impulse, he reached out to embrace you. It was a stupid move considering you had a vendetta against him, but surprisingly you accepted his hug. It seemed you missed him more than you hated him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said into your ear, “I shouldn’t have left.”

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered, “don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t. You have my word, I will never leave you again.”

Requested Imagine 23 Monty

can you do an imagine based on “say you won’t let go” by james arthur with monty? can the imagine be like monty has a very important game but the day before he and the reader had a really bad fight and he’s worried she wouldn’t be at the game, but she’s. and very fluffy at the end?? i love your imagines so much!!!!!!

“Just get out!” Monty shouted at you, making you shake with fright at his booming voice, you picked up your bag and walked out of his house.  You’d just had a massive fight about your friendship with Jeff, Monty gets very protective and jealous when it comes to you and with you being friends with Jeff he gets at his worst, he has it in his head that you have feelings for Jeff and that you’re going to leave him for Jeff, all because you slept over at his, you slept in Jeff bed and he slept on the floor.  You told Monty all about it because you thought he trusted you but he blew his top and told you he never wanted to speak to you again.

You went home and texted Jeff, the only friend you had left.

Monty broke up with me – y/n

Are you serious!? Why!? – Jeff

Because I stayed over at yours last night, he says he hates me and never wants to see my again.  Just a heads up, he might kill you – y/n

I’m sorry y/n he can be such an ass! Don’t worry about me, I’ll talk to him – Jeff


You sighed, plopping your head on your pillow and crying yourself to sleep.  The next day you lay in bed all day, not answering anyone’s texts or calls.  You thought hard about the game tonight, it was the biggest game of the season, Monty had talked about it for weeks and how excited he was to see you in the crowd, although now you wondered if you should go.  You thought about it all day and decided not to go, just as your phone buzzed.

I don’t know how today’s game will go, Monty might just kill all the opposing team.  He’s already punched 4 lockers – Jeff


You sighed and decided you had to go, just to see if Jeff was exaggerating a little bit, he was desperately trying to get you both in the same room together, he felt guilty about your break up.  You got dressed and headed towards to playing field. “Y/N!” Jess shouted from the parking lot as you got out your car, you waved and walked over “What happened??” she asked gasping “Long story, Monty being a typical ass” you reply not wanting to go into details “seriously girl I don’t know why you put up with him” she said flippantly “Because I fucking love him” you say back in an offended tone, she snorted a laugh and walked away “you better let him know then” Zach said from behind you, turning round he gave you a small smile “seriously he’s a mess”.

Monty sat in the men’s bathroom getting more and more angry at himself “she’s not going to be here, I’m going to pay terribly and I’ll get kicked from the team” he thought to himself, he needed you to be watching to relax and play well.  “Dude we gotta go now!” Bryce shouted banging on the door, groaning Monty got up and reluctantly left the cubicle and out of the bathroom “forget about her for now man, we have to win” Bryce said hitting Monty’s back making him want to punch him endlessly.  He walked onto the field with his team mates, he zoned out most of the game not caring about how it played out if you weren’t there.  “Monty do something!” Bryce shouted across the field, but he didn’t care, he just kept thinking about how he told you he hated you, he hated himself now for saying it because he’d never told you he loved you he was too scared to let go of his freedom, you were a laid back girlfriend you see, he could party after games and hang out at Bryce’s for days on end and you hardly bothered him, you trusted him completely and knew when he needed space – and al you wanted was to hang out with your best friend in the most platonic way and he accused you of the worst.  

“Monty if you keep playing like this, you’re off for the game!” the coach shouted, you knew it would break his heart if he was benched, you weren’t sure if he wanted to see you but it was worth a try, you stood in your usual spot when he played so he could find you and turned on the torch on your phone, holding it up.  After around 5 minutes of switching arms because they were getting sore, Monty finally glanced up and his eyes locked with yours, smiling you put your arm back down and gave him a little wave, he gave you a nod and instantly focused deeply on the game, bringing himself back.  It was all he needed, some people need music to work out, and he needed you watching to play.  

The game finished and they won.  You rushed to the parking lot to wait by your car, knowing Monty wouldn’t take long in the showers.  “what happened dude, it’s like someone stuffed a firework up your ass!” Bryce joked at Monty he just shrugged, took off his kit and rushed out.  You say Monty walking towards you, he hadn’t even showered, your heart quickened as you worried he’d be angry you came but he marched right up to you and kissed you hard, pulling away you looked confused “I didn’t mean what I said, I can’t believe I said it” he told you holding his breath you just smiled, “I’ve been very good to you Montgomery, don’t treat me like that again, please” you reply looking at him smugly “Never! I know it doesn’t sound like much but I didn’t beat up Jeff?” he tried to think of a way he’d gotten better since being with you “and would that be because you needed him for the game?” you asked and he looked defeated “okay maybe but I still didn’t!” he protested making you laugh “I’m so in love with you, And I hope you know” he blurted out making you give him a shocked look “I love you too Monty, you know that” you replied “Yes I know, because you’re not a coward and actually show me love and affection but I’ve been a lousy boyfriend and never given you what you deserve” he told you “get in the car my love” you said smiling at him and he got in the passenger side as you drove him to your house.  “You left clothes here, you can shower and get ready for the party if you want?” you ask him walking into your house and he tightly wrapped his arm around your waist “I’m not going, im staying here with you” he said matter of fact making you smile “De La Cruz missing a party?” you joke and he laughs “Just say you won’t let go” he whispered pulling you closer to him “I won’t Monty, don’t let me go” you replied, he smiled whole heartedly at you and kissed you deeply. You spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies, you lost count the amount of times he said I love you, you had a feeling he wouldn’t stop now.

Have a good night ;) – Jeff.
You just laughed at his text, as he obviously noticed neither of you at the party.

Hope this is okay!

anonymous asked:

Kakasaku "I know it would be a lie, but please, just say you love me."

just remember: you asked for this.

three sentence prompt fills

“Hey,” he says, his voice smoothed of its familiar edges, tapping at her cheek with the hand not occupied trying to keep her from bleeding out, “stay with me, you gotta stay with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Help is coming, I promise, my team is coming and we’ll take you back to Konoha with us. I think you’ll like it; I bet you’ve never seen trees so tall.”

Sakura tries not to think of the home she left behind, of the home she’ll never again see, because she hasn’t a drop of chakra left in her and she’s going to die so far away from home, even as right now another Sakura is safe and unknowing as she goes to school and giggles with Ino, not knowing that her future is bleeding out so far away and much too close.

“Kakashi,” Sakura gasps, blood bubbling at her lips, ignoring him as he tries to shush her, tries to keep that precious blood in her veins (it’s much too late now, the world blurring as it darkens at the edges), “I know it would be a lie, but please, just say you love me,” she asks of the prelude to the man who will one day know her and who she’ll never again see, and she knows that he’s answering her, but the world is rushing around her, and maybe it’s him screaming or her screaming or just the screaming of a future that will never be.

- I.. You look.. Wow.
- You said you didn’t get me anything.
- Yeah. Obviously I lied. So you’re leaving with Sebastian?
- Yes. And before you say anything
- He seems like a great guy. I tried to find some dirt on him but I couldn’t. Are you excited?
- I am.
- Good. You should be. You deserve something that inspires you, something that makes your heart race.
- I had that.
- I love you.
- What?
- I want to be with you for the rest of time, and that’s exactly what I intend to do, because happily ever after it’s real. And we’re gonna find it, together.
- So you think the fact that you love me, that’s supposed to change things?
- Yeah.
- Do you realize that when I told you that I love you, you told me you don’t do relationships, and you broke up with me?
- You never said you loved me.
- On Christmas. In that letter. The most girly, vulnerable, stupid, pathetic love letter I’ve ever written, and I must have checked that library a thousand goddamn times, and every damn time I hated mys- Why are you smiling right now?
- Because you look like a princess, but you don’t sound like one. Uh I never got that letter. If I- If I had, I never could’ve left.
- But you did. You could have been honest with me, told me the truth, and we could have worked it out together. And now I have a chance to do something great.
- I’m not asking you to stay. I- I want you to stay, or I want to go with you, but I want you to be exactly who you want to be. And I know that being with me’s not easy, but you’d be you’d be bored if it was too easy.
- No. I want easy. Okay? I want comfortable and I want calm. And Sebastian is.
- But he’s not the guy for you. I am.
- I came through the fire and it was so hard, ‘cause I was so in love with you. Jasper, I can’t do it again.
- I know I hurt you. I’m not expecting you to just run back into my arms, but.. if you leave this palace behind, don’t leave us behind. You’re my girl, Princess. And I’m gonna love you no matter what.
—  The Royals (3x10)
Kol Mikaelson Imagine

@lena-mikaelson -  Hii, can i have #13 and #16 from your line promp 3 with Kol Mikaelson?? Pleaseee!! :)

#13  “Don’t turn me into the bad guy here.”

#16 “This is… exactly what it looks like.”

*Kol challenges you to a drinking competition and you easily lose and end up becoming wasted*

(I have exam all this week so for those who have sent me in requests, I apologise for how long it might take for me to write them.)

You giggled as you swayed while walking home with Kol in tow behind you smirking. He had taunted you into competing in a shots contest against him and of course, you stupidly agreed, forgetting for a moment how easily vampires could drink without getting too drunk.

And now it was you who was wasted as Kol took the pleasure of ‘walking you home’ as he observed every aspect of your drunken state in amusement.

“This…” you suggested as you drunkenly pointed to yourself before aiming a finger at Kol who smiled broadly as he held you steady.

“This is your fault.” You slurred, Kol chuckled and moved away, ridding you of your only balance as you stumbled forward, looking up to notice Kol smirking.

He held up his hands in mock defence, “Don’t turn me into the bad guy here.”

“But you a- you are the bad guy, Mr. Mikaelson.” You spoke giggling as you stumbled forward once again into Kol’s arms.

Your eyes were lightly shut as you rested your head on his shoulder, you could hear and feel him chuckle as he whispered into your ear, “Let’s get you home.”

But you shook your head groaning, “My parents will kill me if I come home drunk, can I not just stay with you, pleeaaase.” You begged giggling quietly, Kol sighed but smiled and nodded as he led you back to the Mikaelson Manor.

You were basically the only human that the original vampires allowed without question into their home, they found your life amusing on most occasions and were always welcoming to you.

Kol led you into the house and up the stairs but you couldn’t remember much more after that since you fell asleep in his arms.

You groaned at the bright bitter light that fell on your face from the crack in the curtain. You buried yourself deeper into your pillow but jump back and gasped as the 'pillow’ moved and snickered at your actions.


“Morning darling.” He spoke in enjoyment and when you peeked a look at him you could see the wide grin on his face.

It wasn’t until then that you noticed he was shirtless and you began to panic, “Uhh, what happened last night?” You nervously asked him as you bit your lip which only made his grin wider,

“You don’t remember anything?” He questioned and you shook your head which only strengthened Kol’s feeling of delight, “Well-”

“Kol, where were you at that ungodly hour last- Oh, Y/N?” Klaus’ eyes went wide in shock at seeing you, especially with his fiend of a brother in the same bed as you, shirtless…

“This is… exactly what it looks like, brother.” Kol smirked as his eyes never left yours making you feel shy and flustered. Klaus contemplated the situation in front of him, his eyes going between both yourself and Kol before he shook his head, “No, if I’m correct, our dear Y/N has no recognition of any events that happened last night and you, brother,”

He rolled his eyes playfully for your sake as he turned to his brother, “Wished to tease her into oblivion, well Kol, how about you tell her what really happened.”

Klaus folded his arms over his chest as you flashed him a small grateful smile before turning to Kol who’s grin never left his face.

“I challenged you to a shots game and you miserable lost with your lack of tolerance for alcohol, you refused to go home because of your parents and asked to spend the night here.

I brought you up to my room to get a t-shirt or some form of clothing for you to sleep in but you were already passed out on my bed by the time I turned around.

But I must say, darling, you were quite touchy all night, begging me to stay in bed with you in your dozing state, hugging me tightly as you fell asleep, I’m quite flattered.” Kol finished laughing at your horrified reaction, you glanced at Klaus to notice he too had an amused expression on his face which he failed to hide.

“I think I’ll get some water and painkillers before I drag my ass home.” You groaned out loud as you buried you head into the actual pillow, the two brothers chuckled, Klaus leaving the room to get you the water and painkillers and Kol still lying beside you, propped up on his elbow as he gently moved your hair away from your face and stroked your cheek, which you were quietly grateful for as it distracted you from the pain of your hangover.


Anon: Hii ! Can u write a scenario about Yuta ? Like his gf in depression and she is always at her home. Scared to get out. And he is try to help her. A really angst with a happy ending please ♡♡♡

Genre: Angst/Might contain contents relating with depression//fluff

Yuta x Reader

“Babe?” You heard your boyfriend Yuta call out your name. You lay in your bed, huddled by with warm pillows and blankets. The bright screen of your laptop sat in front of you. Honestly, nothing could be better. When you had woken up that morning, he had texted you. An invitation to hang out with him and the rest of the boys. As much as you loved his little circle of happiness, today was just not the day you wanted to face the world. The painful reality was, that the bed was soft and warm and the rest of the world was not.

But he had other plans because he was beaming when he entered your room. You felt guilty for ignoring his texts but there is not much one can do when it comes to Yuta. His bright energy contrasted brilliantly with your feeble and introverted attitude. On most nights, he would succumb to your preferences; staying in and watching Netflix until your eyes hurt. He was the life of every party, every party that you weren’t invited to. His smile would always outshine your sulky expression and the despair you felt when it came to interacting with other human beings. And much to your dismay, none of your encounters had gone well. Why he liked you was such a mystery. You thought he would go for someone outgoing and witty. But he ended up falling for you: diagnosed with depression in your early teens with absolutely no social experience. 

“Y/N, I texted you like a million times. Why didn’t you respond?” He asked, standing on the threshold of your room. When most girls welcome their boyfriends, they dress up or at least try to look their best. But not when it came to you. You were dressed up in a crumbled sweatshirt and leggings, with your hair in a messy bun and not the good kind. Yuta had grown used to that and actually quite liked how you didn’t act to be all preppy and pretty for him. But sometimes you wondered if he wanted that. Which would be an utter waist of a thought because it was highly unlikely you would try anything like that. 

“Yeah, I just didn’t feel like going out today.” Your voice was meek and disinterested. Yuta didn’t normally feel annoyed at how despondent you were, even around him. But he hoped that you would pretend to feel better and not make him feel like he wasn’t welcome in your house. You didn’t mean for him to feel that way. It’s just your negative energy would constantly clash with his positive one. He never got mad at you no matter how much it irked him. 

“You could have at least texted me so I wouldn’t have taken the bus to get here,” he said. He was growing impatient. 

“Did I ask for you to come here? No.” You got up and put your laptop away and began making your bed. 

“Why are you fixing the sheets? You’re gonna go back in there again anyways.” You knew what he was doing. He was trying to make you feel bad for ditching him. You didn’t feel anything, he knew that but didn’t give up. 

“Why are you here? You know I won’t go out anyways,” you retaliated. Yuta sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. 

“You know what’s wrong with you? It’s that you think that the world is only unfair to you and that you’re the only sad one out there.”

“Yuta, can you not please? I’m not in the mood to fight over something that affects me not you.” He walked closer to you. You looked up at him. His eyes were dark and enraged, lips sealed as if hiding all of the hurtful words he was about to spill.

“Affects you not me? Are you fucking kidding me? For months on end I have been ignoring your stupid act or whatever and trying to deal with your depression!” He raised his voice you. He had never done this before.

“Well Yuta, did I fucking ask for you to come and help me like you’re my knight and I’m some sort of damsel in distress? I never asked you to stay. You’re here because you want to and if you don’t want me in your life then you can walk out.” You were losing your calm. The worst thing was that you loved him. You had your fears when it came to him. He was just so unpredictable. If he left, you would be broken. You didn’t think it was possible to be even more broken than you already were But him leaving would scar you in ways you had never known before. And you weren’t ready to suffer that kind of a heartbreak. Yuta was such a huge part of your life. If he left, you were nothing but an empty shelf filled with anti-depressants and mood stabilisers. 

“So you’re saying that if I left you would continue living like this? And that me leaving would have no effect on your life?” He sounded hurt and it broke your heart to see him like that.

“Yes,” you answered, despite wanting not to. 

“Why can’t you be like other girls? Why can’t you be nice and gentle and have fun?” He spoke after a while.

“Because Yuta, if you haven’t realised it yet, I’m not like other girls. I’m a ball of hopelessness and sadness. I can’t be like other girls and have fun because I’m never interested in any of those things.” You held tightly onto the end of your bed, still looking at him. “I have no interest in the world and its attractions. Haven’t you realised it yet? I’m not your project. You can’t fix me. If I could’ve been fixed then the doctors would have helped. If it weren’t for all of these sickly pills I would have killed myself.” He looked up, face shattered with sadness. 

“And me? If I left right now, would it really make no difference?” He pleaded for you to show him love. The love you were incapable of.

“I don’t trust people. I can’t let you have so much power over me because you will get sick of me and leave. I don’t leave this room because the world out there scare me.” He grabbed you by the shoulder. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Would it really make no difference? What you said, is it true?” He looked directly into your eyes. The familiarity of his fragrance brought calm to your nerves. You felt your heartbeat slow and the blood in your veins decrease its pace. 

“It would.” You finally said. “It would make a lot difference Yuta. I just don’t want to rely on you so much.” He gave you a soft smile. 

“You can rely on me as long as I’m alive.” His gentle voice rendered tears in your eyes. You loved him too much to see him leave. He pulled you in. His embrace softer than the bed. His arms securing you and making you feel at peace. 

“I’m sorry I’m not perfect.” You sobbed into his chest. “I’m sorry for not smiling for you and dressing up for you and not laughing at your jokes sometimes-”

He pulled back and smiled, “Hey, you’re perfect just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a single thing about us. This is what makes us so special. I’m the only one who can make you smile, even if it’s only sometimes.” Your lips curved into a heartfelt beam. It felt nice to have him here. “I will never leave, no matter how dejected you get or how hard it is.” You nodded and once again reunited your cheek with his chest. 

“I think I should change, the boys will probably be wondering where we are,” you said. 

“You don’t have to go. We can stay in and watch movies or something.” You shook your head and pulled away. 

“I’m gonna go shower, give me five minutes and we’ll be ready to go.” He smiled at you as you ran to your bathroom. Despite the hesitance, you were willing to push through your insecurities and depression. Not for yourself, but maybe for the people around you. Like that brown haired gorgeous boy waiting for you in the bedroom. 


A one-shot where Aaron gives Neil a long overdue apology for their conversation at the cabin (2259 words) read it on AO3

It was the little things that made Aaron realize that Neil and Andrew were in love.  It was in the way their eyes always searched for the other in a room, and in the way Andrew’s apathetic mask lifted ever so slightly when Neil walked through a door. It was in the way they snuck off to the roof together when they thought nobody would notice, and in the bus trips to games when they would sit in the back of the bus and make it their own, separate world from everybody else.  Aaron could see it in the way Neil looked at Andrew as though he hung the fucking moon, and the way Andrew looked at Neil as though he were the only thing in the world interesting enough to be worthy of his attention.  Intense wasn’t even an intense enough word to explain the eye contact they shared.  It was in the soft “stays” and the softer “yes or no’s” mumbled in the presence of the foxes. It was in “I asked” and “You were amazing”, and a raising percent nobody on the team understood.

They weren’t an overly-affectionate couple.  In fact, many people would struggle to even call them a couple over the harsh Russian they spat at each other on the court.  But there was no doubt that they cared deeply for each other, especially when Andrew would occasionally amuse Neil and shut the goal down and Neil’s face would light up brighter than a kid on Christmas morning. 

He wasn’t an idiot.  Unlike Nicky, Aaron was smart enough to realize that it was a lot more than hate fucking.  That when Neil disappeared he hadn’t seen Andrew lose control like that, or so obviously feel like that in the entirety that he knew him.  And yet, when Andrew snarled at Abby with murder in his tone, Neil never shied away.  The idiot had actually visibly relaxed more under Andrew’s hands, like they were safe. Like he knew that Andrew would never hurt him.  There was something more there, between Neil and Andrew. There always had been.

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yall are requesting so much steve angst rn it’s great


Prompt /song; ‘Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killers 


Other characters featured; Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killer. An angsty readerXCaptain America set after Civil War. The reader was obviously in love with Steve, but he’s into Sharon Carter. They can either get together or the reader is left heartbroken. (I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen this before).


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 1339

Originally posted by esgaroths

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Warnings: Really light swearing

Request by @riverdalexoxo : Hey, can you do a Veronica x reader where Veronica is angry at the reader bc she forgot an anniversary and she makes the reader sleep on the couch but they make up at the end with a lot of ~kisses~ thank you ur awesome ilu

I really hope you like this :) ilu2

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