more like rip your heart out

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Recommended seventeen writing blogs?

wow I’m getting an ask on my personal? wOW WOW. Here are some of my favorite writing blogs and the reason why I’m in love with them

Really nice smut  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


her writing is highly descriptive, really my style ;)

writes a really good angst, her angst can rip your heart to pieces like I DON’T NEED A HEART ANYMORE THANK YOU (flashback to me sobbing my heart out in class after reading Say You’ll Remember Me)

is a nice person in general and so supportive!!!!! my sister!!!!


writes good JIHOON FICS (I’m in love with their Hybrid!Jihoon, IT’S SO CUTE CHECK IT OUT)

the admins are soooooo kind and friendly!

their whole blog is amazing you should read every single fics they wrote

underrated af pls love them more

shoutout to admin hairy ;)

beautiful, detailed writing style



some of my favorites : Forgotten有緣無份


okay y’all probs know them they’re famous af

you’re looking for a good smut? THEY HAVE IT

you’re looking for a cute fluff? guess what? THEY HAVE IT TOO

Thigh Riding The Series

cute and friendly admins!!


cutest, fluffiest, best scenarios!!!!!

it’s just nice to read her stuff, check her out!!!


I live for their bestfriend confesses series

THEY’RE NICE AND FRIENDLY (I keep talking to them in anon hehe I love you Lizzie and May)

Pack Mom - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by hvproductions

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: You’ve always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness and confessions ensue.

Warning: Smut! and other shit! :D 



You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a million questions.

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Bruises On Another (part seven)

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!

Steve stared at the disappearing figure of your father’s car, sighing heavily in thought. He hesitated in chasing after you, debating whether that really was the right decision. It almost seemed as if you didn’t want him to help you, but then Steve remembered the fear in your eyes when you’d screamed out in terror. He had you in his arms, you were safe and then suddenly you were just gone. 

Steve had you- and in that one short moment he’d actually seen you smile. And then it just vanished.

You were afraid, Steve knew, and that’s why you pushed him away. The unknown- you didn’t know what would happen to you or him if Steve fought your father or had said something, so you’d pushed him away just like he’d seen you push everyone else away these past few days. Steve may have only known you for a short amount of time but that afternoon he felt as if he learned so much about you. The vulnerability in your eyes had broke his heart, your severe lack of confidence had rendered him speechless.

Steve didn’t know if the abuse had been happening your whole life or more recently, but none of it mattered. What your father has done to you has turned you into nothing, something to be used and abused. And Steve knew that you were more than that- everyone was more than that. You needed help, needed someone to guide you into the light and show you what love and care looked like.

And Steve wasn’t willing to let you suffer. Damn what would happen to him- damn if you hated him forever. Your father had seemed angry, angrier than Steve’d ever seen anyone else, and he wasn’t willing to let that pathetic excuse for a man lay one more hand on you.

Making his decision, he begun running towards his car. Steve wasted no time in opening his door, practically falling into the drivers seat and turning on the engine. He sped out of his parking spot, rushing to reach your house. You’d gotten a head start but he was determined to reach you before anything bad happen. 

It wasn’t a long drive but to Steve it felt like forever, until finally he turned down the street of your house. You’d probably been home for a good ten to twenty minutes already and Steve felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest in fear of what your father had already managed to do to you. Once parked on the side of the road, Steve practically swung open his door and stepped out. He took quick steps and practically ran up the stairs to your porch, reaching your front door in seconds.

Steve could hear, even from his car, yelling from your father and soft cries that he could only assume came from you. He felt anger spike at his heart and his chest tighten in disgust at the man who pretended to be your father. Luckily for Steve, your father had left open the door and practically slamming it open, Steve stepped into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you, and as he did your father swung his fist down directly smacking you in the face. You cried out in pain and Steve felt is eyes widen in surprise, before a sudden shock of pain ran through him. He gripped the same place your father had hit you, only on his own face in pain and let out a groan. Steve wondered why that one time it’d hurt, when none of the bruises that your father had inflicted on you had never hurt him.

But none of that mattered because the moment Steve recovered, he found both yours and your father’s eyes on him. He met yours, hating the pain behind them as you cried desperately. Though it almost seemed as if you were relieved at the sight of Steve, and Steve felt his soft eyes spike in anger as they met your fathers.


You groaned out in pain as your father practically kicked you into the house, falling to the ground with a loud thud. You spun around quickly, knowing your father was just behind you and watched with desperate eyes as he closed the door. The lights weren’t on in the house and you watched with despair as the door was shut and whatever light you had disappeared before your very own eyes. The dark had always scared you, but your fear of it had only grown when the abuse had started. “Father, please-” 

“You whore!” Your father belted out, leaning over your body. You cried out in fear, crawling back as fast as you could. “Get up!” Knowing better than to delay, you rushed up so you were on your feet and held your head high as your father gripped you with a bruising force. “What were you doing with that boy?” Your father asked and you shook your head, about to explain. But before you could answer, he spoke; “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I tried-”

He tightened his grip and you let out a groan as your jaw ached in pain. “Forty minutes late- forty minutes spent with that boy. Steve was it? Do you take me for a fool?”

“No,” you sobbed, shaking your head as best at you could. “No, please, father I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t care!” Your father interrupted, roughly shoving your head away. You struggled to stay balanced, feeling your knees grow weak beneath you and your whole body shake. You felt like you might pass out, your ears ringing from the volume your father was speaking at. You should’ve stayed with Steve- you should’ve…

What did you do to deserve this?

“Dad please!” You haven’t called your father ‘dad’ in so long, the last time you had he’d beat you for not showing him enough respect. But you were so desperate to have your dad back, to have the father you once had- you’d try anything. “I’m sorry.” You cried out, feeling every bit of defiance leave you and all hope disappear. You just wanted your dad back.

“I’m not your dad.” Your father spat, his voice this time much more quiet. Your eyes widened upon his words and meeting his eyes, you tried to see through the blur of your tears. What did he mean?

Your father took a step forward and you flinched when his hand reached out towards you. “And you’re certainly not my daughter.” His hand moved towards your neck, grabbing ahold of the necklace you so dearly cared for. It felt like your heart stopped as he gripped it and time slowed down as you cried out, begging him not to touch it. “And you certainly aren’t hers.” Then before you knew it, the necklace was ripped from your neck, falling to the ground pathetically.

Time slowed as you watched it hit the ground. Falling to your knees, you grabbed the ruined necklace with shaky hands, not quite believing what had just happened. 

“You killed her.”

You missed the door open and Steve step through as your father roughly grabbed the necklace and chucked it across the room. Then before you knew it there was a sharp pain radiating through your cheek and you were falling back, crying out in pain. It wasn’t until you heard a manlier cry, one that wasn’t your fathers, did you noticed Steve. And glancing up at him, you met his eyes with tears in your own.

He’d come…

Steve had come to help you-

Then his eyes left yours.

“You son of a bitch!” Steve bellowed out and took a step before you.

“You’re the boy who’s been-” Your father never got to finish his sentence before Steve punched him across the face so hard he stumbled back in surprise. It just so happened that as he stumbled back, he tripped over his own two feet in dizziness and fell to the ground. You watched with wide eyes, the tears seizing as he fell and his eyes closed in shock.

Then there was a hand gripping your arm, pulling you up. “Come on.” Steve’s soft voice filled your ears. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve got you- i’m not gonna let him hurt you anymore.” He pulled you up to your feet and begun leading you out the door. You didn’t fight him, your eyes staying glued to your fathers before you were suddenly outside and entering Steve’s car.

He set you in the passenger’s seat gently, buckling you up himself before making his way around to his own seat. The moment Steve sat in his car, he turned to you as your eyes stayed glued before you. Steve watched you, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did, and eventually you turned to meet his eyes.


“He was going to kill me.” You whispered, meeting Steve’s eye and Steve shook his head. What you said was true, he just didn’t know how to respond. “My father- my dad wanted to kill me.”

“It’ll be okay.” Steve reassured and you shook your head.


“I’m taking you to the police.” Steve answered. “I’m taking you to the chief.”

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Nothing More [Alternate End]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 3.3k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by petitbaek

Leaving behind the person you love the most was like ripping your heart out of your chest bare handed. When you boarded the plane that took you miles away from Baekhyun’s sleeping figure, you left your heart there beside him, broken and tattered. It was up to him whether he would try to reassemble the pieces, and up to you whether you would want it back. You had both made so many mistakes and waited so long that you were in the worst situation imaginable, and really, you weren’t sure it was possible to pull back from that. You needed to understand yourself again. You needed to choose what you wanted, and so did he.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been petrified to find out his answer.

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— off limits | 02 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin 
words— 7,520

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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November Rain (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Characters: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3001

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Violence Against the Reader, Swearing, Bigotry 

Summary:  After a hunt goes awry, Dean and the reader spend the night together, but was it all a mistake?

A/N:  This is my first A/B/O fic, written for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O Challenge (Happy Birthday!!).  I’ve always wanted to write one of these, so thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell.  And thank you @notnaturalanahi, for getting me out of my funk and inspired to write this, not to mention betaing it for me.  The prompt was November Rain by Guns n’Roses (one of my favorite songs, by my favorite band.)  Written using @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O Rules.  It got a little too long, so I’m splitting it up into two parts.  

***Please do not repost my work without my knowledge or consent.  Even if you are giving me credit, please do not repost my work.***

The day you met Dean Winchester you knew he belonged to you.

It wasn’t the earth shattering electricity you’d heard True Bonds conveyed when mates touched.  It was in a smile, in a glance, in the warm, comforting knowledge that he was yours.  Just for you.

Since then, loving him had been as easy as breathing, but being with him was considerably harder.  If Dean had felt the call, he never showed it.  He worked beside you, treated you like family, but never made an advance.  And that was the true challenge of your situation, and the true burden of being an unmated Omega.

“I’ll have you know, I’m great company to most people,” Dean said, shaking you out of your thoughts.

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The Major Arcana as People You Meet In College

0. The Fool: The freshman. He’s fascinated by the fact he just entered college, plans on joining every club imaginable, and thinks he can handle 8AM classes. Still wears his lanyard around his neck.

I. The Magician:The one who actually has all their shit together, lives off of campus and works a real-person job. Probably works out too. You want to not like them for it but they’re too nice.

II. The High Priestess: She’s kinda quiet and reserved, but if you talk to her she’s really smart and knows a lot of fun random facts. The sweet one that unexpectedly knows a lot of fucked up shit and freaks your friends out at a party for a few minutes that one time.

III. The Empress: She’s a junior when you get to college, but she likes you a lot and shows you around. She’s a big help and tells you about local deals on food. Buys you alcohol for the party but then makes sure you stay safe when you’re drunk. Very attractive, probably gay.

IV. The Emperor: This guy is probably older than you, and tends to give really good advice when you have drama. Sometimes his male privilege goes really unchecked but he’s willing to learn and know better. Designated driver.

V. The Hierophant: Absolutely can’t cope with the fact that underage drinking is a real thing. Straight A’s, probably on some Student Government board or faculty-built club that encourages good student conduct. Kinda snobby so you don’t talk to them much, but their help in Physics class was the only reason you passed.

VI. The Lovers: You’ve never known these people to not be dating. They’re basically already married and you’re basically their first child. When The Fool comes around you get upgraded to Aunt or Uncle or something. They give good relationship advice.

VII. The Chariot: He’s friends with all the right people, gets away with outrageous antics and never gets in trouble. Always has tickets to that concert you want. Cocky with a heart of gold. Smooth af. Probably tries to ask you on a date.

VIII. Strength: Deals with way more shit than you do. Holds your arm so you don’t rip somebody’s neck out when that person tries to pick a fight. Says they’ll “deal with” the creeper who’s been stalking you. You have no idea what she said to them, but they never approach you again.

IX. The Hermit: The friend that everyone likes, wise beyond their years. Every time you invite them to hang out, they’re busy with homework or something else comes up, even though they’re legitimately not trying to avoid you. Meditates daily. Forgets about that huge campus event you go to every year.

X. The Wheel of Fortune: You meet in a class and hit it off really well. You guys are close for a while, and you learn some life lessons and gain some new interests or viewpoints. The new semester rolls around and they basically fall off the face of the map.

XI. Justice: The friend who almost got alcohol poisoning once and completely changed their life afterwards. They’re much more stable now and seem a lot happier. They invite you to a bonfire at some point.

XII. The Hanged Man: He’s kind of a weird guy, but in a way that you still like hanging out with him. Has drastically different views about the world than the rest of your friends, which leads to a lot of really in-depth, interesting discussions. You emerge from that friendship a lot smarter.

XIII. Death: The one that finally managed to convince you to drop that club, break up with that person, or quit that destructive habit. Their solution for everything seems to be hard cut offs, you’re both impressed and intimidated by it.

XIV. Temperance:The student tutor you finally go to in an hour of need. They manage to completely salvage your paper from the brink of despair in under an hour. You feel like you have been touched by an angel.

XV. The Devil:Invites you to his birthday party, which is by far the trashiest situation you ever experience. Meanwhile, he gets tanked, calls somebody a string of offensive slurs, then does a line of cocaine. You don’t speak anymore.

XVI. The Tower: They seem cool and all, you talk now and then but are still getting to know them. Then, you hear them say something INCREDIBLY problematic or hear down the grape vine about their old sexual assault charges. You can’t look at them the same way anymore and now just thinking about how you used to hang out leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

XVII. The Star: That faculty member you LOVE. She helps you build your schedule, helps you fix your grade in the class, and reminds you that some people aren’t so bad after all.

XVIII. The Moon: Things are pretty good. You have a solid relationship going with somebody, then this asshole shows up and now you have to rethink everything about your current relationship and if they’re really worth dumping someone over. You agonize over it, not knowing what you want, until it just kinda awkwardly blows over and you figure out they aren’t into your gender anyway.

XIX. The Sun: This person is the one always sharing mildly-political information on Facebook. Before you know it, you’re freshly passionate about the causes you care for the most, and still educated on the ones you don’t put as much energy into. You cared about these things before, but they’re the person that armed you with the knowledge you needed to actually have constructive dialogue about it.

XX. Judgement: Best friends with Justice, and is remodeling her entire life. You don’t hang out with her often so the next time you see her she has a new hobby, new major, new hairstyle, and has probably stopped talking to certain members of her family. It was tough but she seems better for it.

XXI. The World: Your person. They stick with you from year one to when you graduate. You complement each other really well. You still make healthy time for other people but they’re still your best friend. Eventually when you get older they’ll have a kid and name it after you probably.


Aries: It’s not so much a ‘downward spiral’ as it is just a straight, quick plummet to the ground.

Taurus: Old powers do not always wane as they age.

Gemini: A star drawn on the back of your hand with water.

Cancer: You might catch something, but most likely you’re going to impale your own thumb with a fishhook.

Leo: One more thing to not go as planned.

Virgo: If you’re going to throw stones in a glass house at least make sure they’re really big stones.

Libra: Bird skulls can speak wisdom if you listen closely. The grooves in their once gleaming beaks split wide to sing of enchantments lost to men.

Scorpio: No, darling, the shadows don’t care.

Sagittarius: The simple elegance possessed by a flower does not transfer over to you by eating it.

Capricorn: Who knows. Just shrug and leave the room.

Aquarius: “Have a heart” does not mean you should go rip out someone else’s.

Pisces: Always take the utmost care in your preparations before summoning spirits. That’s just common sense, really, not sure why it has to be said so often.

Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

“We have to–”


Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

One Last Time (Smut)


Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

Word count: 2,605

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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The only one (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)

Warnings : It’s kinda sad at the end; I didn’t mean for it to go this way but well… Also my English is bad heh.
Word count: 3708.

I don’t know who I should tag, so I’m just going to tag those who always like/comment oon my stuff (let me know if you want to be removed/added).

@rachiieee , @sconniebelle , @dangerousvikings , @nothingbuthappydays , @lordavanti , @dani-si , @bitchccraft , @kirah34 , @ivartrash , @ivars-heathen , @thinemineours , @taintedlittlesweetpea

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, here’s the full request:

“Hihi would it be possible if you could write a fic about being in a secret relationship with ivar but he has to marry someone else and because of this you have to break up but he still loves you and tries to get you back and you get hurt in battle and it all comes out you had a relationship and he does anything to make you feel better??? Ps this is 100% my favourite blog, you have the most amazing writing 💗💗💗 “

I changed it a bit… Like, they’re already not together at the beginning. I hope you do not mind!

I’m sorry this is shit, I’m not fully satisfied with it…

Part Two.

You can read my Alex imagines here and here. And my first Ivar imagine here.

Wrapping the thick brown fur tighter around your trembling body you let out a shaky breath, your eyes focused on the far horizon; on the deep sea that separated you from home. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen your family, your friends. Were they alright? Were they safe and healthy? Those thoughts kept you awake at night, praying to the Gods being the only thing that kept you sane. But it was all for a good cause, or so you hoped.

You have joined Ivar’s army and followed him to England as soon as you’ve heard of his plan to avenge his father. He had refused to let you come at first. ‘Are you insane?!’ You remember him shouting straight to your face, a few droplets of his spit even hitting your red cheek. ‘You’re going to get yourself killed. I won’t allow it. I cannot lose you.’ Crawling out of your wooden cabin, he had left you utterly confused that day. Why would he still care?

But you being your stubborn self ignored his pleas and showed up at the deck on the morning they were sailing off – your sword in your belt and your shield on your back, ready to fight. With an exaggerated sigh he gave you a short nod, allowing you to get on the boat.

That was weeks ago, and now here you were – in a foreign country, sitting on the dirty and slightly wet grass, alone. You could hear laugher coming from the camp further in the forest, but you didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to see him. His thick dark hair and wide blue eyes have been hunting you ever since before you left Kattegat. Ever since that night – the night he broke your heart and crushed your dreams. He had met someone else.

It wasn’t exactly how he had phrased it, of course. He explained he had to marry soon; and his eldest brother had found a girl who was willing to spend the rest of her life with Ivar the Boneless. You had almost laughed out loud as these words left his rosy lips. You would have been more than happy to marry him; and deep down you knew he knew it. But it seemed all these months together meant nothing to him. All these walks, all these hugs, all these kisses and all these nights spent in your little cabin that meant the world to you; meant absolutely nothing to him.  

He had offered that you could still see each other; said that things did not have to change. But you couldn’t do it, you didn’t want to share the man you loved with some pretty blonde girl who has only arrived in Kattegat. You asked him to leave you alone that night, and after a few minutes of apologising he did – letting you cry yourself to sleep.

You’ve seen him around the village every day; and every day you pretended that everything was great while in reality your heart ached and every time your eyes met his you felt like it was being ripped straight out of your chest.

These feelings grew even worse when he started spending more time with her. She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it. Her long blonde hair shone in the sunlight, her light blue eyes and her flawless skin gave her an angelic look that you surely did not have. She was a lady and you were a warrior. Your skin was scarred and your hair dirty most of the time, as you spent all of your free time training and learning new fighting skills. Yet you could still feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Observing your every move every time you would cross his path.

A loud shout followed by more drunken laughter brought you back to reality, back to England. Groaning you rose to your feet, hissing at how sore they felt as you took a few steps towards the deep voices emerging from the forest. Hiding your frozen face into the fur wrapped around you, you made your way to the camp slowly, dragging your feet in the cold mud.  

All eyes were on you as soon as you emerged from behind a large pine, the fire illuminating your tired face and messy hair. You bowed your head as your gaze met Bjorn’s, him giving you a small nod before returning his attention to Ubbe. You could see Hvitserk and Sigurd from the corner of your eye; eating and drinking ale. You wondered for a minute where Ivar was. Was he sleeping already? Or maybe just hiding in his tent? But as soon as the questions crossed your mind you got your answer, as you heard shuffling noises coming from your right.

You refused to look him in the eye thought, even as he murmured your name loud enough for only you to hear, begging you to stay. Swallowing the lump in your throat you marched towards your small private tent – the perks of being close to all the Ragnarssons.

He has been like this even since you’ve sailed off. Always nearby, asking you to hear him out whenever the two of you were alone. But you did not want to listen to him. It was too hard – having him right there, but not being able to touch him, love him like you used to. Who were you kidding? You still loved him, and you always would. But you couldn’t have him, not under these circumstances. Not when his soon-to-be wife was patiently waiting for him back home. You were not this kind of woman.

Branches cracked under your heavy boots, letting everyone know you were leaving even though you’ve just arrived. You thought you heard him let out a loud sight, but you weren’t sure anymore – your mind has been playing tricks on you these days. You always felt like someone was nearby, observing you. But when you turned around none was ever here.

Hvitserk called out your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn around. He offered you some food and with a gesture of his hand and a nod of his head asked you to sit next to him. He was concerned, you could tell. The way his brows furrowed and his lips formed a tight line gave it away. You knew they’ve all been worried about you ever since… ever since that night when Ivar left you.

But the worst part was that they didn’t even know what happened. Yours and Ivar’s relationship was a secret. None was aware of you two meeting every night; spending that time tangled under your sheets; breathing heavily as your bodies moved together. Not even his brothers. So when you started acting strangely – spending less time on the training grounds, avoiding them and barely speaking to them, the Ragnarssons got curious and started asking questions. But you always brushed them away with a small smile and a carefree wave of your hand, saying they wouldn’t understand.

Smiling at him, you shook your head slowly, declining his offer, and you could practically hear him sigh even from where you were standing, on the other side of the burning fire. You weren’t even that hungry but the way he looked at you, with pity, his eyes filled with what resembled sadness, made you feel uncomfortable and guilty. He was like a brother to you, they all were. And it pained you to see him like this, all because of you.

Closing your eyes for a second, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before re-opening them again. Your heartbeat quickened as you noticed the youngest son of Ragnar sitting on the log next to his brother now. How did he even get there so quickly? With another slow puff, you smiled at Hvitserk once more before turning back around, leaving the group behind as fast as your aching legs would let you.

You had a long day ahead of you and needed to rest. If the weather conditions permitted it, your army was to attack tomorrow. You had to be ready.

Shouts and grumbles of impatient warriors woke you at an ungodly hour. Squinting your eyes, you peered to your left only to be met with nothing; like you did every morning for the last couple of months. It was automatic, really. A bad habit. One you couldn’t wait to get rid of.

Your night had been really short but eventful; filled with realistic dreams of the only man whom you did not wish to dream of anymore. You’ve woken up more than once, sweat pooling down your flushed face, shivers running down your spine as your eyes wandered around the dark shadows in a search of him. But he wasn’t here, and deep down you were grateful of that.

Throwing the furs off your body, you got up and immediately put on your armour. The smell of freshly roasted chicken reached your nostrils and as in on cue, your stomach grumbled. Peering out of your tent, you easily spotted where the mouth-watering scent came from and made your way there; greeting a few fellow Vikings on your way.

You sat near the shield maidens, not paying much attention to their conversation as you dig in; barely chewing before swallowing. You probably looked like Hvitserk at the moment, very unwomanly like, but you couldn’t care less. You were starving.

Deep in thought about the oncoming battle, you did not notice the man who a few feet away from you just as you reached for a second piece of meat. You did not feel his eyes on you; so soft and filled with love. He just sat there, silent. Taking in your features he had missed so much.

Leaving you was the hardest thing Ivar had to do in his life so far. He loved you, yet he left. Deep down, Ivar felt like he never was enough for you. So he believed leaving you was the best thing to do. He knew you would find someone new; someone who’d make you smile wider and laugh louder than he did. A nice Viking who would take good care of you; not an irritable and stubborn man like him. He believed you deserved to be with someone who would fill all of your desires and turn your life into dream. Not with a selfish young brat with a passion for murder and blood.

So when Bjorn introduced him to the blonde woman, a princess of some sort, he saw it as an opportunity. He did not love her like he loved you; he couldn’t even stand the woman. She was too fragile, too shy for him. She was weak and boring, always complaining about everything; while you were the strongest woman he has ever met, always with a smile plastered to her face. She was your polar opposite.

But he couldn’t marry a warrior; it was way too risky and complicated. So he went with Bjorn’s offer, and decided to marry the so-called princess.

Clearing his throat, he finally got your attention. Ivar smiled uncomfortably as the look of pure panic crossed your bright E/C eyes. But you did not budge and he sighed in relief, settling back in a more comfortable position with his legs thrown straight in front of him. He ran his hands up and down his tights, easing the pain. You diverted your eyes away from them as soon as you caught yourself staring, although you knew he did not mind. You’ve seen his legs on multiple occasions; he wasn’t ashamed of them in front of you.

Looking around you’ve only now noticed the few women who surrounded you only minutes ago were now gone and the closest person was a slave cleaning some armours, standing what seemed like miles away from the log you were sitting on.

Throwing the last chicken bone into the still burning fire, you cleaned your hands using your tunic. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears growing louder and faster, but you refused to move, to say anything.

What did he want? Didn’t he see how he was just making things more difficult by trying to get to you every single day? You could see him shuffle from the corner of your eye, his body moving an inch closer to yours. He took in a deep breath before opening his mouth.

“I don’t want you at the front of the line today, Y/N.” He said softly, making your brows furrow. You turned to face him and was met with the big blue eyes you’ve missed so much. But you could not believe what he was saying. You were one of his best warriors, always in the first row.

“What?” You asked, your breath short and voice sharp it made him gulp slowly, leaving you quite satisfied.

“I want you to stay back, only attack if you really have to.” You were beyond enraged by now. Standing up, you huffed and were ready to stamp off when he grabbed you tightly by the wrist, bringing your body closer to his. You gasped at the sudden movement, your messy hair falling into your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt, love.” And as this word left his mouth, you lost it. The way his blue eyes bore into yours, the way his lips curved as his thumb caressed the dry skin of your wrist was way too much for you to handle on such a day.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Ivar.” Breaking away from his grasp, you brought your hand to your chest holding it there as for a few more seconds you stared into his mesmerizing eyes. You gave him a stern look to which he responded with another small smile before you turned around, marching back towards your tent to get your shield and get ready to leave; blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down your puffy cheeks.  

You were stubborn, extremely stubborn. And as much as Ivar wanted to yell at you from his chariot; chase you and reprimand you for disobeying his orders, he couldn’t. Instead he smiled a smile barely visible to the human eye. He was scared, terrified even. But also so proud of the warrior you had become.

He watched from afar as you ran among the others Vikings; your shield securely placed in front of you and your sword pointing towards the enemy. You looked furious; your body radiating such energy. He could practically hear you growl and see your eyes darken as you made your way to the front, slashing bodies on your way. His breath hitched as he saw the Saxon’s blood splash over your gorgeous face. A wicked smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as some of it reached your tongue, the metallic taste taking over your senses.

The way your body moved so freely, so naturally, got him in a trance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. That is until Floki shouted his name, giving him an annoyed look before he took off, an axe in his hand.

The battle was in full swing, the Saxons defending themselves well; but Ivar had faith in his army. He had no doubt about their victory. His victory. His blue eyes shone with mischief as he watched his man slaughter the poor bastards, laughing occasionally as some of them begged for mercy on their knees.

He looked from his chariot as his army progressed leaving massacred, bloodied bodies behind. Screams, groans and the smell of blood filled the chilly air, leaving the prince grinning, satisfied. He felt at the top of the world, as if Odin himself was patting him on the back. His heart full with pride.

Defeated, the Saxons started to retreat, running away from the Heathen’s army as fast as their damaged physiques let them. Moving his chariot forward, Ivar smirked; his cheeks almost ached. He had led his people to victory.

But the moment was short lived as from the corner of his eye he saw the familiar mess of H/C hair, lying motionless on the ground. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he practically threw himself off the chariot, crawling his way over the dead bodies until he reached you.

Turning you around, his worried eyes examined your frame, his hands immediately moving up to cup your cold face. You were alive. He could feel your faint pulse under his thumb as he stroke it down your neck, letting him know that your heart was still beating. His breaths grew heavier and his hands clammy as he frantically looked around, silently praying to the Gods to send a healer your way.

A small whimper followed by a cough made him turn back to face you, his mouth hanging agape. Your beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, focusing on him as you tried to push yourself up onto your elbows – but you gave up as soon as you tried, an agonizing pain taking over your left side. Looking down you noticed a dark patch of thick blood coating your tunic. You let your head fall back down, only for Ivar to catch it before it hit the hard ground.

“Don’t move.” He murmured as you reached for the wound with your free hand, chocking on his words. Your eyes met his once more and you couldn’t help but to smile at how concerned he looked.

“I’m alright.” You replied tiredly, coughing out some blood. Alarmed, Ivar brought your body closer to his; holding you to his chest as his hand moved to your side; covering the wound so you wouldn’t bleed out.  Your head felt heavy and your mind dizzy; your vision blurred. Yawning, you decided to close your eyes only to open them seconds later as the blue-eyed Viking called your name.

“Don’t close your eyes.” His fingers played with your hair as he looked down at you, paying close attention to the sounds and expressions you made. What was he even on about? Furrowing your brows, you scoffed, burying your head into his warm chest. You could feel him yell more than you could hear it; his chest swelling up and vibrating as he called for help.

Heavy footsteps made the ground around you shake as you laid immobile in Ivar’s arms; breathing in and out, in and out slowly. You felt good, really. At peace. You were finally back in the arms of your lover; back where you belonged. A hint of guilt pinched at your heart as you remembered the princess back in Kattegat but it did not last long, as another pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your spent body; lifting you off Ivar’s lap.

And that’s when you realised you weren’t alright. Your whole body felt numb and cold. You could feel that the tip of your nose, your fingers and your toes were frozen. You could feel blood and saliva running down your exposed neck; the wound on your side opening up as the person carried you somewhere. You cried out, with all the force you had left. Screaming in agony as they placed you on a wooden floor.

“I’m right here, love.” His voice was trembling, soft yet filled with so many different emotions. Pain, fear, dread. He wasn’t ready to lose you. Not now, not ever. He was planning on talking to you after the battle, not letting you go until you listen to him this time. He wanted to tell you he was going to leave her, and be with you again.

He was going to hold you, kiss you and eventually make love you again, after all those months. It was all organised in his mind. You were supposed to go back to Kattegat together, and get married. You’d move in with him and start a family. He couldn’t care less about what his men or his brothers would say. He wanted you and only you. You were the right person for him.

But now here you were, lying in his arms again while his older brother drove the chariot to the camp. He was convinced everything would go back to normal, but once again he could feel it slip right through his fingers.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched him bite on his lower lip nervously. Were you going to die? Gods, you hoped not.

“I- Ivar.” You chocked out, groaning at how dry your throat felt. His focus was on you in a second, blue eyes boring into yours. You gave him a reassuring smile, your right hand moving up to his face. He did not try to stop you but moved his face into your palm instead. You felt him relax under your touch, your thumb tracing circles on his hot skin. He was so warm compared to you.

“Rest, Y/N. They’re going to take care of you.” He said and you swear you saw a single tear run down his cheek. You nodded your head slowly, relieving in his warmth and his sweet calming words. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

His words were the only thing keeping your head out of the water; giving you strength and will. You could only nod and hoped the way you looked up at him was enough to let him know that you loved him too.

The noise around you increased; voices and hushed grew louder – signalling you were almost there.

Taking one last glance at the man of your dreams, your lips curved into a small smile. You loved him; you trusted him with your whole life. You knew he was going to get you out of here; take good care of you.

Ivar’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly – letting you know he was right here, and he would always be from now on. Closing your eyes, you finally let yourself relax knowing you were going to be taken care of. Knowing that when you open them again, the first thing you’ll see will be him and that you’ll never have to keep them away from him ever again.

A/N: I hope y’all weren’t expecting a great ending; you should know by now that I suck at these lol

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“Can you please not look like this?” you whispered to your fiance whose eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Like what?” he said in a low rough voice and you cupped his clenched jaw.

“Like you want to rip his heart out or even more cut his head off.” you said with a small sigh and his eyes moved from your ex in the background to meet yours. He gave you a half-smile, but it certainly wasn’t like the sweet ones he’d usually give you. More like a murderous one.

“No, not his head off.” he said and your eyes widened.

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken

Requested by Anon

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Warnings: Mention of smut.

“It’s your entire fault!” Theo scolded as Liam acted quickly and erratic by shoving Theo against the concrete wall outside the hospital building. The chimera flew like he was made of air, almost making his head hit the wall when he was taken by surprise.

Liam growled loudly, his fists clenched tightly and Theo could anticipate the beta’s next move by only a quick peak at Liam. Theo had just regained his balance, right in time to avoid an extended fist heading his way.

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One Time

Prompt: One Time by Marian Hill for @whothehellisbella ‘s song fic challenge

Summary: After one night with the cocky Lance Tucker, he suggests a “no-love, all-fuck” relationship. You agree, but you’re not so sure about the “no-love” side of things

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Word Count: 3,185 Words

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of sex (sfw stuff)

You know you’ve got that thing that makes the girls all swing
You know exactly what you do

All eyes were on him, even the girls who were with their partner. It was inevitable, because he had that effect on people. It cast a sensual atmosphere, the moment he stepped foot into the bar, his mouth curled into a smirk. He was looking for a new girl to dance with him, and then follow him into the bedroom, only for her to be left alone in the dark the next morning. Nobody could resist him, not when he was hotter than Eros himself. Soft, brown hair and piercing blue eyes with a jawline and physique that couldn’t even be real. You knew you were in trouble when his eyes landed on you and his smirk deepened. You knew better than to have one-night stands, especially as you knew that Lance ‘The Fucker’ Tucker never, ever did anything past one night and broke those girls’ hearts.

Yet, as he sat down beside you, flicking his fringe out of his face, you couldn’t back out. His eyes drew you in, trapping you in his gaze.

You like the hit and run, you say it’s all for fun
You think that I’m the one for you

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I’m-I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N… nice name, but you ain’t gonna remember it by the time I’m done with you, darlin’.”

You looked over your shoulder at your friends, who drunkenly encourage you to go with Lance, their eyes slightly glossed over and grins wide.

“Yes,” is all you can say, the word slipping out before you can really assess your situation. He grabs your hand and tugs you off the stool, gasps making their way around the room, jealous looks flashed your way from girls that would’ve easily scored the womanizer’s night. It isn’t long before you’re out in the streets, heading into his apartment and then into his bedroom. As you stare into his eyes after you’re both spent, you don’t know how you’re gonna let him go.

I know I’ve got that sway that makes the boys all stay
I know the way that men can be

“So you’re proposing that we fuck, with no romance.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Precisely.” Lance leans back against the counter, raising an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“That’s strange, considering that you don’t go steady on anything.” You mutter, looking him up and down. You’re hesitant to try out this relationship, because you’re not sure if you’re going to be able to not fall in love with him. He’s intoxicating, and you’ve already felt yourself develop something. You don’t know what it is, but it definitely isn’t just the excitement of being the only one to fuck Lance Tucker.

He snorts, playing with the hem of his signature red jacket. “I’m willin’ to go steady on this. ‘Cause I don’t want last night to be a one off with the moves you’ve got.” He winks flirtatiously, and you can feel your heart thumping out of your chest. Now you certainly know that he doesn’t want it because he likes you. But, it’s better than just one night…right? You should feel lucky to be the only girl to get this opportunity, but you don’t. You shift uncomfortably, biting your lip hard. Because you know, deep down, that it’ll spiral out of control, something will go wrong, and the worry settles on your shoulders, weighing you down. However, you can’t resist him when he’s looking at you like that.

“Alright, but don’t go fucking any other girls behind my back, okay?” You say, trying to hide the quiver in your voice.

“So I can have sex with a guy instead?”

“You’re an asshole, Lance Tucker.”

I like it smooth and slow, give it some time to grow
That’s something you should know about me

It’s been two weeks since you’ve agreed to the arrangement, but you haven’t even gone on any sort of outing together. For god’s sake, you hardly know anything about him besides his reputation, you haven’t gotten to know each other much at all. Yet still, at least every second night, you wind up in his bedroom with your clothes all over the floor and lust so thick in the air that it’s almost suffocating. You can’t resist him, nor do you want to, but you know you’ve rushed too fast into this. Relationships have never worked out for you before, because the relationship was always rushed but here you are again, making the same mistake you have before. You don’t know whether it’s because you don’t learn, or because Lance draws you in faster than anyone has before.

A month has passed, and you’re deeper in the ‘arrangement’ than you ever thought you would go. Just as you thought, you have developed feelings for the gymnast, but you’ve never given him indication that you have. And how could you? He’d break off the arrangement and you’d be lucky to ever see him again.

It’s one of the first times you’ve been seen out together, but you won’t be in the club for very long, what with Lance’s eyes raking up and down your form. You chose a dress that showed off all your assets which you prepared for this night, as well as your glamorous makeup look, and he’s definitely taken notice of it. Once women start moving closer towards Lance, he grabs your hand tightly and pulls you off the barstool, shoving through the crowds until the cold breeze of the winter night hits your skin, making you shiver. He hails a cab quickly, his hand moving to your waist and gripping on so roughly that you feel bruises forming. The car ride is filled with the need to just touch and once you get out of the cab, it takes no time at all to make it to his bedroom and for you both to get your hands onto each other. He’s passionate, feverous and so rough with his need, and you’re easily infected by it as well, bare skin against bare skin, his eyes staring into yours so lustfully that it just takes you away, not caring about the world outside and only focusing on him.

“God, I love you.”

Those fateful words, mumbled in the heat of the moment, make you freeze, your lips a hair’s breadth away from touching. You pull away instantly, your hands flying up to your mouth in horror, an attempt to catch the words that have already slipped through your mouth. You can’t move, you’re suddenly motionless as you inwardly curse yourself. How did those words manage to get by when you’ve forced down your feelings all this time? How could you be so stupid as to let them reveal themselves?

Lance’s eyes widen and he immediately stops his movements, pulling away from you roughly, his muscles tensing.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He breathes heavily, with a hint of shock, but you can definitely sense the concealed rage bubbling to the forefront, his hunger-filled gaze fading. At this moment, you just know that it’s going to go horribly, horribly wrong.

“I-I didn’t – “ You stutter, trying to save yourself from this situation, covering your quickly reddening face as his expression contorts into one of disbelieving anger, shaking his head as he backs away from the bed.

“You did, Y/N,” He growls, not the possessive growl that you’re used to, but one that makes you frankly terrified, “I heard you loud and clear.”

You try to reach out towards him, but he’s already putting on his pants, muttering fierce curses underneath his breath that make your heart sting with hurt.

“I didn’t mean it though!” You protest weakly, but it’s plain that you’re lying. You can feel tears forming at the edge of your eyes, because you’ve ruined it all.

“You sure sounded like you did.” He snarls harshly, pulling his t-shirt on, before slinging his signature red jacket over his shoulder.

“It’s because how on earth could I have not developed feelings for you during this arrangement? I was already falling for you at the start, and I knew that something would go wrong in the end, because it was a ‘no-love, all-fuck’ policy with you!” You pause to take in a deep, shaky breath, “it isn’t my fault that I ended up liking you after, what, a month of fucking?”

He moves towards the door, running his hand through his hair with jerking movements. “It is your fault, because guess what? I was able to not fall in love with you, so you should’ve been able to as well!” Once those words get out, you curl up smaller, letting out a whimper. You realise that of course he hadn’t had anything for you, that arrangement meant nothing to him, you were always just his fuck-buddy after all. It makes it hurt more, that you had thought that possibly, possibly, he could’ve liked you back, but it seems like he’s just ripped through your heart with his bare hands, just like the others.

“Just so you know,” his voice cuts through your teary haze, as he turns to look at you at the doorway, and you look up tentatively, your whole body shivering, “I’ll never say it back.”

That’s it. The final sentence that makes you fully breakdown, the door slamming shut so loudly that the echoes resonate sharply through your veins. You clutch your sheets tightly as you cry into your pillow loudly, your whole body wracking with sobs and trembles. Keep it together, Y/N, keep it together, it’s fine, it’s fine… you try to convince yourself that it’s okay, but nothing is doing it for you, because all you can think about is his eyes piercing daggers through you. You look to the closed door, and bite your lip to prevent any more cries escaping your mouth.

Boy if you wanna go I would not mind
But… I’m not the kind of drum you play one time


The moment Lance stepped out of the door, he could feel the guilt and absolute regret weighing down on him, his heart throbbing inside his chest as he clenched his fist so tightly that his nails made deep indents in his palm. He remembered that hurt look on your face, and it only made his regret worse. The things that he said to you, the words that spilt out of his mouth without his permission, were cruel and hateful, even for somebody like he. It was a whole new level, especially as the things he said, the things he hurt you with, were lies. The moment he had sat beside you in the bar, was the moment when he knew that he wanted to call you his girlfriend. But his reputation wouldn’t let him to do so, he was known for never keeping steady. So he swallowed his doubts, and offered an arrangement, an arrangement that made him suppress his feelings, yet it meant he could be close to you as much as he wanted to. It was insufferable, moving away when his lips were about to touch your cheek gently, clamping his mouth shut when he wanted to say, ‘I love you.’ And now, when you finally returned the words, he couldn’t say it back. His denial stopped him from doing it, making him spout out horrible words that he didn’t mean because he didn’t think you would actually ever like him, Lance Tucker.

He touched the door, contemplating going back in, when he heard you weeping softly. He inhaled sharply, before letting out a shaky breath, shutting his eyes tightly so tears wouldn’t leak out. You would hate him if he went back in, but he wanted to. He stopped himself, pulling away slowly as he took reluctant steps down the hallways, trying desperately to block out the sound of your sobs.

Lance tried to forget you, forget how his heart thumped out of his chest whenever he was around you, forget how his cheeks tinged red whenever he merely thought of you, forget how he loved you. He drank more than ever, getting smashed at bars and fucking girls who threw themselves at him. It was a distraction, or so he thought. No matter how many times he got drunk, no matter how many girls he had sex with, it never erased the fact that you were gone. He had made the one person that he truly wanted, leave.

Coming back from a long coaching session, Lance sat down heavily on the couch, toeing off his trainers as he flicked through Instagram. Looking closely at a mutual friend’s picture, his eyes widened at the sight of you in the background. You were at the club that you first met at, and this was the first time he’s known your whereabouts since… that night.

He pulled his trainers back on, combing back his hair swiftly and grabbing his keys, he ran out of the apartment. This may be the only chance he’ll ever get to get you back. He only stopped once on the way to the club, to enter a flower shop with its lights still glowing dimly.


You gaze into the red liquid as it swirls around in its glass, before setting it back down, turning in your chair to watch the festivities of your friend’s birthday. You let a smile touch your lips, before it falls flat, as it often does nowadays, since Lance left you. You turn back around, taking another sip of the wine, unaware of somebody entering the bar, their eyes flicking right to you. However, you do notice that there are quite a lot more female chatter and gasps in the bar then there was earlier, and that can only really mean one thing. You stiffen, fingers beginning to tremble slightly. Why is he here? To rub it in that he’s moved on?

To your surprise, Lance sits down beside you, his voice quiet as he orders a beer. You don’t say anything to him, his presence making you wary and slightly frightened, but deep down, you want to throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply. But you’ll know that he’ll never stand for anything like that, not after what he told you before he left. He throws a few glances your way, steadily ignoring the women behind him. He doesn’t interact with anyone else, except for the looks to you, and you’re pretty sure that you’re the one he wants to talk to. But why? He made his relationship to you pretty clear when he left. You’re compelled to leave the bar, but you want to know why he came here to find you. Finally, you find the courage to speak to him, asking softly, “How are you?”

His head immediately turns to look at you, his mouth parted slightly and blinking rapidly as you finish speaking. You tilt your head expectantly, willing yourself not to cry or run out of the bar.

“Not good.” He murmurs, looking down at his hands, and you’re shocked, to say the least. Because you thought that he would’ve moved on by now. Or maybe it’s something else. Either way, you honestly don’t know how to act in front of him anymore.

“Oh.” Is all you can get out. You stare at him for a few moments more, the whispers in your head saying, ‘you don’t deserve to be treated like that again, don’t talk to him anymore.’ And you finally listen to them, stepping off the stool and giving him a tight nod before brushing past him.

A hand grips your wrist, and you whirl around quickly, tense as you watch him closely. “Y/N, wait, please.” He whispers, and the look on his face makes you stop. It’s filled with something that you can’t quite place, a mixture of emotions that you never thought somebody like Lance could ever have. He brings out a bouquet of white roses from behind his back, handing it to you slowly. You tentatively take it from his outstretched hand, staring at it in confusion.

“What is this?” You ask in a bewildered voice, inhaling its scent lightly.

He sighs, making a helpless gesture before his shoulders slump.

“Look, Y/N… I should’ve never said any of what I said to you. It was… it was cruel and I…” You cut him off, giving him a sad smile.

“Lance, it’s okay, I understand. I should’ve never thought you’d like me. Even if it was cruel, at least you told me the truth.” You shrug, though the words strike through your heart with every syllable.

“But it wasn’t the truth! I-I didn’t mean it and…” He trails off miserably, and you raise an eyebrow, your breath hitching in your throat.

A moment of silence between you passes, before you prod, “And…?”

“I love you.”

The words seem fluent, easy as they roll of his tongue, and you can’t help but let out a soft gasp at what he says, and feel your heart skip a beat. But they contradict the words he said when he broke your heart, and you’re about to laugh it off, before leaving the club with tears in your eyes, when he continues.

“I love the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh, I love how you smile at everyone you pass, I love the way you moved when you used to dance on the kitchen table, I love how you curled up around the pillow when you slept and…” He pauses, to lean closer so you can feel his warm breath tickle your lips, “I love everything about you.” He says sincerely, and you watch as your slowly growing smile spurs him on to finish his speech.

“I promise you, I’ll never be the person you thought I was, ever again. I’ll be myself; I’ll love you with all my heart to prove that I never meant any of what I told you back then.” He vows, resting a hand on the small of your back when you don’t object.

Without warning, you move forward to press your lips against his, and he lets out an “mmph!” before laughing against your mouth. He kisses back gently, resting his forehead against yours as he lets the passion he had kept stored out. You pull away only for breath, before he nips lightly at your lower lip and kissing you again, the roughness and dominance of his touch that you felt in his kisses when you were in the arrangement, gone, with only the love and fervour remaining.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Lance Tucker.” You say, your lungs working overtime once you finally move apart a little.

He gives you a lopsided and rakish grin, before he jumps off the stool lightly. “Care to dance, Miss Y/N?”

“Of course.” You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his waist closely, and he kisses you deeply, insistent yet loving.

Play the drum

Notes: Sorry for all the sap at the end, it’s 10:21pm and I have to go to somewhere at 7am tomorrow, so this is rushed. Anyway, hope you enjoyed :)

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17. “You were supposed to be my forever.”

Damon Salvatore x Reader

The tears forming in your eyes were clouding your vision. Your throat ached and your heart felt like it was breaking into a billion tiny pieces in your chest. The sobs were threatening to rip out from your mouth.

Damon watched as the woman he loved more than anything broke down in front of him.

He felt helpless.

He was the reason why you were crying.

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Devil Side - Chapter 2

Summary: The next morning Bucky ends up in your room at the tower. Revelations are made.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst mainly. Some swearing I thin referenced emotional affair

Word count: 1497

A/N: okay I did this on my husband’s phone, so the spacing is terrible. This will be the only chapter this week. Normal schedule will be up and running next week. Happy reading!

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“I know you’re awake, (Y/N),” Bucky says softly, his voice restrained, neutral, emotions kept firmly in check. He’s been sitting in an arm chair for the last half hour, staring intently at your apparently sleeping form.

You sigh and sit up, meeting his eyes dead on. Refusing to let the fear you feel rise to the surface, you adopt the persona that had been beaten into you, the one surviving the red room had taught you. Years of training and killing had molded you into a heartless assassin, one who could flirt like a pro, take down a target with a look, have him under your spell in seconds. You could kill without remorse, not a shred of humanity to be found as you stared your victim in the eye.  

For the moment, Bucky was simply another mark to be handled.

You regard him coolly, smoothing down the plain cotton sheets which were burrito-ed around you. When you’re satisfied, you place your hands in your lap, cock your head to the side, and wait for him to say something, anything really.

He finally breaks, running a hand through his hair. It was a nervous tick, one he had adopted when he moved into the tower. You’d been assigned to reintroduce him into society, to make sure nothing went awry and it was slow going at first. He would barely speak to you, barely look in your direction. It was nothing, you were unnaturally accustomed to silence, years of being alone, mission after mission, kill after kill had left you uniquely qualified to help Bucky.

You had bonded quickly after he realised that you, too, had been used and mistreated, your identity wiped out, brutalised and sold by your own parents for personal gain, made to murder, your gifts used to bring men to their knees, to topple empires, you had been given the serum and your mental abilities gave you an edge, you could hack a server in five seconds or less, you and Tony often had “competitions” to see who could out code each other, it remained some of your fondest memories.

“I didn’t mean to lose control,” he finally speaks, his eyes pleading.

You raise an eyebrow, throw the covers back, and get out of bed. Striding to the window, looking out at the vibrant city, you envied them their simplicity, having nothing more to worry about than bills and their loved ones. “What happened on the last mission, James?” you ask. Your voice sounds dead to your ears, no inflection, no joy.

He hesitates. “I can’t tell ya, doll. It’s classified.” He almost sounds sorry, but you know him too well.

You can see through the lie. Suppressing the scoff, you turn to face him, dreading the answer to your next question, dreading that your fears would finally be confirmed. “Who is she, Bucky? The woman you replaced me with?”

His face falls, his entire being deflating at the question. Shoulders sagging, he blows out a shaky breath, eyes refusing to meet yours. “Please don’t. Don’t ask me that,” he replies, his head in his hands.

You feel oddly detached, like you’re an observer in your own life as his words cut so deep the pain is almost blinding. There’s a scream bubbling in your throat and the overwhelming urge to knock his ass into the ground, but somehow you manage to keep it together. “Who is she, James? I will find out one way or another.”

He nods, knowing it’s true, gaze trained on the floor. “Her name is Ivanna. She works at a bar in Brooklyn.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart threatening to tear itself from your chest. “Did you sleep with her?”

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours, hurt shining in them. He snorts in disbelief, before shaking his head in the negative, like it was a foolish question to ask.

“Is that where you go every night? To her?” you ask, feeling nauseous, sick to your stomach, acid burning its way up your throat.

“Yes” he replies and its then your heart shatters. This was worse, this was so much worse than Bucky sleeping with someone else.

“Do you love her, James? Are you in love with someone else?”

He stands abruptly, the chair he was occupying skidding back and banging off the wall with the force. He takes three long strides toward you coming to a halt as he raises his hand to cup your cheek.

You can’t help but flinch at the action, can’t help the step you take away from him, or the fear that makes its way onto your face.

Bucky drops his hand limply to his side, pure horror on his face. Horror at himself for making you afraid of him, for shattering the trust you had placed in him. He takes a step back, putting distance between you, distance you obviously needed. “No,” he replies. “You’re it.”

You roll your eyes, anger rising full force. “Then what did you talk about? Did you make her promises? Whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Tell her you would be together? Did you tell her your feelings and fears? You stayed out almost every night for two months, Bucky! What did you talk about? What did you promise her?” your speech had started calmly, but by the end you were screaming, banging your fists against Bucky’s chest, angry tears spilling forth. Great heaving sobs are pulled from you, the emotion too much, too intense for you to keep inside.

Bucky takes it, he takes it all, not once trying to stop your onslaught. “I promised her I would leave you. I promised her we would be together, get a small apartment close to the bar. I would quit The Avengers, maybe start a family,” he says, and you can only cry harder.

Sinking heavily to the floor at his words, he remains standing, watching as you fall to pieces at his feet.

“Last night I came home, I saw you on the couch waiting for me again, I saw the hurt on your face, the pain I had caused you, I saw the fear when I lost it, and I realised how much I loved you, how afraid I was of losing you. You ran and I realized what my life would be like without you in it.” He takes a breath before he crouches down.

A family. You couldn’t give him that, your handlers had made sure of it, but how desperately you wanted one with him. How desperately you wanted to be normal, to feel a child in your arms and know you had created something beautiful. That for once your body had not brought death but life was something you wanted, everyday, for as long as you could remember.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I know this is gonna take work, but I wanna try. Will you let me try?”

You begin to laugh. It’s humorless, but the crying stops, your coldness returns, your hurt and anger get buried somewhere deep where you kept all your disappointments, all the horror your past had brought. You shake your head, your eyes meeting his. “You had an emotional affair, and you want me to brush it off? To try?”

He blinks rapidly at your choice of words, emotional affair, and blanches when he realises what he’s done. Sitting down heavily on the floor, he shakes his head. “I really fucked up,” he states. “Baby doll… I don’t know what to say.”

The quiet that follows his statement is deafening, almost suffocating. It wraps around you like a vice, squeezing the very life out of you. You can’t breathe or think, the pain too much for you to bear.

“Are you going to leave me?” he asks quietly. “Is this over?”

You honestly don’t know. You loved Bucky more than life. The thought of never being with him again sent a wave of nausea through you. The words physically hurt, like a lance through the heart. “I don’t know, Bucky.” You were a mess, your mind jumbled and confused, your entire world had been thrown for a loop. Everything you thought you had, had ripped from you in a span of heartbeats. “I need time away from you. I need to think. I don’t know what I’m feeling. I just… I need time.”

Bucky nods and stands, making his way to the door. “Whatever you need, (y/n). Take as long as you want.” He opens the bedroom door, stopping just as he’s about to shut it again. “I’ll be here waiting, baby, I’ll always be here waiting.”

“I want to believe you, Bucky, I really do but I don’t trust you, not anymore.“ You pause briefly, taking a deep breath before continuing “if you are serious about trying you won’t see her again. You won’t talk to her again. If you do… I  can’t be with someone I don’t trust, Bucky. Its either her or me.”

Bucky’s gaze catches yours, his eyes hold an emotion you can’t place, it has dread flaring back to life in your stomach. “I promise. I’ll never see her again.” with that he closes the door, leaving you to rock back and forth on the bedroom floor, silent tears streaming from your eyes, somehow you couldn’t believe him,

Your instincts screaming at you to cut out now and save yourself the pain.

You should have listened.

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Counterfeit Feelings / Jin x Reader

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Their happy ever after was just starting. And then he went and ripped her heart out without realizing the damage and leaving her in doubt. Was anything she experienced with him real?

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Warnings: strong language, cheating, A LOT of angst

Words: 4k

Request:  Heyy Could you do a scenario about Jin ? Where the reader find her fiancé (Jin) cheating on her and he saw that he’s been caught. He wants to still be with her.

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aries- supercut

I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

taurus- sober

We’re King and Queen of the weekend
Ain’t a pill that could touch our rush
But what will we do when we’re sober?

gemini- writer in the dark

I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops
I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me
But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power
I’ll find a way to be without you, babe

cancer- liability (reprise)

Maybe all this is the party
Maybe the tears and the highs we breathe, oh no
Maybe all this is the party
Maybe we just do it violently

leo- perfect places

I hate the headlines and the weather
I’m nineteen and I’m on fire
But when we’re dancing I’m alright
It’s just another graceless night

virgo- sober II

All the glamour, and the trauma
And the fucking melodrama 
All the gunfights, and the limelights
And the holy sick divine nights 
They’ll talk about us, all the lovers
How we kissed and killed each other

libra- hard feelings

When you’ve outgrown a lover
The whole world knows but you
It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon

scorpio- the louvre 

Blow all my friendships
To sit in hell with you
But we’re the greatest
They’ll hang us in the Louvre
Down the back, but who cares - still the Louvre 

sagittarius- green light

All those rumors, they have big teeth
Oh, they bite you
Thought you said that you would always be in love
But you’re not in love no more 

capricorn- homemade dynamite

So let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love

aquarius- loveless

Bet you wanna rip my heart out
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
Well guess what? I like that
'Cause I’m gonna mess your life up
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
Look out, lovers

pisces- liablilty 

I know that it’s exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer’s
Eating me alive until you’re gone
Better on my own