slit arm


My cleric half-elf dnd character, Roux Estaire.  ╰(・∇・╰)

Roux is a follower of the Church of Gallus, a religion that recognizes chickens as our rightful Gods and Masters. She’s a traveling acolyte on a pilgrimage to spread her faith.

Playing Forward

Pairing: JB/Im Jaebum x Reader (female)

Word Count: 3,323

Rating: (F) for fluff

Summary: College!AU, Jock!AU. After a flying soccer ball knocks you over on your morning run, the player behind it aims for your heart as well.

Part of the GOT7 colors series of oneshots! 🌈 Color: Green.

Music pounds in your ears as you sprint around the track, furiously swinging your arms. Legs straining, you round the turn, approaching the invisible spot on the track you’d marked as your starting place. The smooth sounds of James Blake carry through the headphones you wear, so incongruous with the frantic motion of your body as you run.

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Darker Days - langst fic •part 1•

My first fic is a trigger fic, surprising. please take my laptop off of me because I hate that I wrote this

//Trigger Warning: Suicide and self-harm

Lance couldn’t go any further.

He was tired. Exhausted of… living. He never wanted to be the Blue Paladin, never chose to be. All he wanted was to go home, to his little brothers and sisters, and his mom and dad. He missed the crowded house he left behind when he joined the Garrison, and the sea he lived right next to.

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  ‘ ‘ Imagine Echo threatening your life and Bellamy trying to save you. ‘ ‘ 

Gif’s not mine, credits to the owner.
Requests are always open.

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It had been a matter of seconds. You felt Echo’s cold blade on your throat and her hands holding you roughly against her body. They wanted Polis, now that King Roan was injured and Commander Lexa was dead, Azgeda wanted to take the power. 

“ Bellamy! ” you screamed, and you saw Bellamy stepping ahead, screaming your name in response. He wasn’t angry, he was furious, and if it wasn’t for Kane, who was holding him back, he would have killed cold blooded Echo.

“ Let her go, Echo. Let her go! ” Bellamy was almost… desperate. He was always like that when it was about about you, he felt overprotective, he felt like he needed to protect you from this cruel world you landed on. 

“ Back off, Bellamy. ” there was a hint of a cruel smile on Echo’s lips. “ You don’t want me to kill her, don’t you? You should teach your girlfriend some respect. ”

“ You won’t rule Polis on your own. Polis should be leaded by the ambassadors until there is a new Commander. ” as you spoke, you felt Echo’s blade pressing further on your skin and her laugh rumble in your ear. All around you, you heard hums of consent. A woman with icy blue eyes stepped ahead, a stern look on her eyes.

“ She is right, let her go. Azgeda won’t rule Polis on it’s own. ” she said, and at this point you felt your throat free from the blade. In a second you were pushed away from Echo. Bellamy took you istantly in his strong arms, holding you against his chest. Just now you realised how your heart was beating rapidly and that you had held your breath. 

“ Are you okay? ” he asked you softly, his calloused fingers grazing on your face. Before you could say anything, you heard a metallic sound and a thump. You turned around and you saw the woman that defended you at the ground, her throat slitted. Bellamy’s arms held you closer, and you watched horrified Echo. Kane was trying to discuss with Echo but it was worthless.

In the name of King Roan and as rightful caretaker to the throne of the Commanders, Polis is now under Azgeda rule.

Your hand found Bellamy’s, and you squeezed it, arching your brows and trying to look brave as Echo placed her gaze on yours. 

“ No Skaikru leaves this city. And if you try to defy me again, you will be crashed. ”

For the nights of sleepless dreams,
I’ll be here as a pillow, as a blanket.
For the cuts of crimson wrists,
I’ll be here as a hug and warmth.
For the terrors in their eyes,
I’ll be here as a reminder to live.
For the smoke and steam,
I’ll be here as a heavenly trinket.
For the lips that didn’t kiss,
I’ll be here, you’re not only this month.
For the mornings of obvious lies,
I’ll be here, your truth I’ll give.
For the shallowness you’ve endured,
I’ll be here, a stranger with a cure.
For the poetry you can’t write,
I’ll be here and it’ll be alright.
—  To the razor blades,
don’t touch her wrists.

Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 3 

(Pt. 1 / Pt. 2)

You had watched Namjoon from backstage like you always did, but this time he watched you performing too. Jackson, already tired of seeing you both ogling at each other, decided to take matters into his own hands.


Namjoon was a lot of things, you had realized in the few times you both had managed to meet in between pre recordings at music shows. His memory was so good he could quote the whole damn Hesse’s Demian in a blink of an eye, he was a smooth talker, like your texts had shown. And he was a really, really good kisser. 

His hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirt, making you shiver. He chuckled against your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, biting lightly before kissing you full on again, his tongue tangling herself with yours, making you whine a little when he teased the hem of your bra with his fingertips.

“Namjoon,” you complained when his mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting more harshly then he should. “No marks, you know it. I’m seriously going to punch you if you give me a hickey.”

He tsked at you. “Don’t need to worry, I know what I’m doing. And besides, y'know, you would be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t a foot shorter than I am.”

You tugged at his purple hair, making his face leave your neck to look at you. “Did you remember to lock the door today?”

“Yeah, it’s locked. Now can you please just let me kiss you without interrupting me?”

You were happy to comply. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with more ferocity than before. His right-hand slide down from your bra, groping your ass instead, making your hips even closer than before, his now more than evident erection grinding against you. You let out a needy moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, trying to bring him even closer.

Namjoon pressed you harder against the wall, his free hand tilting your head back to deepen the kiss even more. You felt dizzy with how his hands were hot against your skin. How many times had you thought about those same hands since you both started texting you didn’t know.

“You need to tell me if you want me to stop, baby girl. Is this okay?” You nodded, breathing erratically when his hand sneaked under your skirt, finding the safety shorts, tracing the outlines of your butt. Seeing that you were comfortable with the situation, the purple haired man gave you a wolfish grin “Fuck, you look so hot in this skirt, do you know that? I’ve been thinking about doing this since I saw you in the cafeteria earlier today.”

“I know.” You managed to say, voice heavy with need. “I saw you watching me.”

Namjoon hooked his long fingers in the hem of your shorts, dropping them to your feet. In a quick movement, he turned you around, facing the wall. You felt his lips against your neck, his breathing as heavy as yours. His fingertips traced your slit, his arms holding you in place when you sucked a breath and buckled against him behind you. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, Namjoon, please.Just- please. I need you.”

He sucks on your neck hard to muffle his groan when he finally slips one finger inside of you, feeling how wet you were, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. You moaned more loudly than you probably should, considering you two were in a very public building. Throwing your head back, overcome with all the sensations trying to take over you, you look at him.

His pupils are dilated as he watches you whimpering against him, mouth slightly ajar, his hips still grinding against you. He slipped another finger, adding to the pressure, curling his knuckles so slight but enough for you to cry his name.

He was good with his hands, knowing exactly what you needed even before you did. Your knees were getting weak, your breathing replaced by low moans as he fingered you harder. And it was too much, it was too little. His musky scent just helped your head to be more clouded to the point of just being aware of him, him behind you, tall and lean body pressed flush against you as he too moaned against your neck with each buckle of his hips against your ass, with each time you clenched against his fingers.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” his voice was thick. “You like being full like this don’t you? I can feel that you’re almost coming. It’s okay, come, I’ll make sure nobody hears to you as you scream.”

You came hard after that, his mouth on yours swallowing every sound you made hungrily. His fingers didn’t leave you until your knees gave under you, his hands now at your waist helping keep you upright. Looking straight into your eyes, he sucked his fingers, humming appreciatively with the taste of you.

You kissed him lazily, drained of all energy after that. You turned to face him when you could move again, your hands making their way from his neck to the zipper of his jeans. Before you could even undo the button, he stopped you, one hand wrapping around your wrist.

“But it’s not fair. I wanna make you cum too.” You whined as he kneeled down to slip you shorts pooled around your shoes up again to its original place.

“You will, but not in this closet where I don’t even have a condom to fuck you properly. And besides, we have our live stage in less than an hour, we both need to go get ready before they start looking for us.”

Sighing, you nodded. He was right. You didn’t have time. You fished your phone out of the floor where you had left it after Namjoon had basically dragged you to this closet, pressing you against the wall and kissing you like it was the only thing he had wanted to do all day. You already had a message from Somi, your group’s maknae, asking where the hell you were. You looked at Namjoon as he did the same thing, his phone lighting his face in the dimly lit room, making you once again awed at how handsome he was. He looked at you smiling, showing his dimples.

“Do you want to leave first or should I?”

“I’ll go first.” you quickly answered. With one hand on the doorknob, you turned your body enough so that you could pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him one last time, smilingly brightly after. “Thank you for that, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

“I’ll remind you of that, YN.”


A/N OOOOOOOh boy that was my first smut ever (that explains why it sucks lmao) i’m so nervous about it!!!!!!!!

I would love some feedback about this format of the images + a little writing.

The Viking’s Sannr Ast Part 2

Description:  Viking AU, Bucky is the king of the Vikings who come to raid your village. (Also, not the TV show Vikings, the historical kind)

Warnings: THIS IS A NON-CON/RAPE STORY.  Please do not read if this offends you.   Also it’s just smutty smut, smut, smut.

Word: 4,000

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323@idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan–is–god @kellyn1604 @i-am-negan-trash @taintedgenre @xbergiex @bellaballanda @girlyfandomfighter13 @theariel85 @kyleannsmut

Part One

This is part two of a three-part story.  Part  3 will be out by Friday.  

Originally posted by boudoirduchaman

               A hand rubbed your back and started shaking your shoulder. A groan escaped.  Your body ached in places you didn’t know possible and all you craved was sleep.  You rolled your head to the side and ignored the person trying to wake you.

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can you guys do something for me?

the Instagram account @/ has posted a really offensive and triggering photo where someone painted their arm to replicate the cover of carve the mark. the arm is painted all blue and theres slits on their inner arm/wrist painted gold. it undeniably is mimicking self harm. if you have instagram, can you please report this photo? its been up for 2 days, it still hasn’t been removed despite a bunch of people reporting it and asking the poster to take it down. this photo is really messing with a lot of people, me included, in dangerous ways. i just want it to be taken down. i keep going back to the account to check up on it and every time its still there. looking at it over and over again is not good for me but I’m compelled to do it anyway because i genuinely can’t believe this is being defended as “art” and people are throwing around the accusation that the people being triggered by it are “too sensitive”. 


Type: Baby angst, some (barely) fluff, SMUTTTTTT

length: 1,749

Summary: Zico hasn’t been paying attention to you. And you’re needy.

Originally posted by cheonjaes

A/N: Sorry if this sucks to whoever requested it :(


"Not now, y/n.”


“What do you want?” Zico finally sighed, swiveling around his chair, letting his hand come off his computer mouse for the first time since he’s gotten home.

“You’re not paying attention to me.” You whined, placing your hands on both sides of your cheeks and pushing your lips out, pouting them while your cherry lipgloss glinted them in the light.
Zico sighed, running a large hand through his hair, his frayed jean covered legs sinking deeper into his seat, his eyes closing for a few seconds while you continued to stare at him.
It was silent for a while then, with you still making a face at him while his eyes remained closed. He was like that for so long, you almost through the fell asleep, until a long sigh left his mouth.

“So what am I not doing now?” He asked lazily, swiveling back around so he was facing the computer again, working on something you couldn’t make out.  

“Not paying attention to me.” You supplied, letting go of your cheeks and sitting sideways on the couch, never remaining more than 5 feet away from him.

“Maybe because I have something I have to do?” Zico countered, his breathing even as his mouse clicks continued in the otherwise silent room.

“You have something else to do.”

“What might that be?”


Zico let out a shaky sound that you couldn’t decide was a cough or a laugh, so you ignored it in favor of watching his mouse clicks become a little labored after you said that.

“Zico?” You sung, swinging your legs over the couch end and hopping over it, your toes touching the cold wood floor that coated your apartment. He still wasn’t looking at you, his focus zeroed in on whatever he was working on.
A little irked, you hopped off the couch completely, holding your hands behind your back as you sauntered up to his swivel chair, dragging every step, trying to make it as languid as possible. Zico sensed you coming, and turned to glance at you, causing you to stop in your tracks and place your hands on your sides, pretending you were looking at the pictures on the walls, nodding your head at them. Through the corner of your eye, you saw him roll his eyes lightly, and then turn back to his computer, attempting to pretend like he hadn’t seen you in the first place.
After a few moments pressed up against the wall, you went on the few remaining steps up to zico’s chair, the long arm rest empty, so you decided to occupy it with your ass.

“Y/n…you’re gonna break my chair.”

“You calling me fat?”

“No, it’s just Semi-broken forever since you and Kyung decided to throw Jaehyo on it, yelling ’John Cena’ for some reason.”

“It wasn’t even me who threw him, you know my arms can’t handle that type of pressure.” You said, letting your arms hang like noodles at your side to prove your point.

“Either way.” He mumbled back at you, barely paying attention anymore as a new window popped up and he zeroed back in on his work, leaving you to hang vicariously on the side of his chair.
You were growing more and more irritated that Zico wasn’t giving you attention, your previous pout returning as you wrapped both your arms around his neck, burying your face in his scented hair and breathing in, enjoying the fact that Zico was motionless under your touch.

“Y/n, I really have work I have to do.” He sighed, letting go of his mouse and sitting back in the chair. Despite his words, his own arms came up to wrap around your frame, pulling you onto his lap as his tattooed arms held you protectively, you switching yours to accommodate your new seat.

“I know you do, but you haven’t been home in weeks, and the second you are, you’re not even really home. You’re still at work.”
You only pouted harder, feeling sorry for yourself but also sorry you were hanging off him so much, he had been preparing for his comeback with block b, and his days with you grew limited as well as his time. But nevertheless, you still couldn’t help yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, y-n, I just don’t know how to manage any of my time.” Zico began, his breath tickling the top of your head, his steady heartbeat quickening as you began to trace circles on his chest with one of your fingers. 

“The comeback is coming up so fast. Everything’s on me… everyone is being so complicated.. I’m sorry.”

You felt upset again, but not at Zico, at the fact that you were pressing him so much when he was just trying to get his group back to their prime, your arms fell from his shoulders as you realized it.

“No, I-I’m sorry. Gosh, Zico, I’m sorry. You’re trying to do so much and I keep… Whining. I’m just…” You shook your head, prying his arms off of you as you began to stand up, letting your hair fall onto your shoulders as you took out your ponytail. You were going to walk back to your place on the couch before Zico’s strong, calloused hand came up and grabbed your forearm, the force of his pull causing you to come tumbling back into his lap and embrace. Your eyes met his, and his pupils seemed smaller in them than they did before.

“Zico?” You whispered, your heartbeat racing for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint.

“I’m the one sorry. I haven’t been paying attention to you-” he began, before you cut him off. Shaking your head vehemently.

“No, you have priorities and-” your sentence was left hanging in the air, unfinished, as Zico’s warm lips pressed themselves against your glossed ones. You felt your body go limp as he held you up. It was a sweet and small kiss, but you could feel an ulterior motive as his tongue began to swipe on your lips. But suddenly, he pulled back. Looking at you seriously.

“You’re my priority.” Was all he said, before he dove back in to catch your lips, your thighs beginning to heat up from his contact. The computer chair creaked under your combined weight as you swiveled a little, trying to steady yourself on his lap as you began to grind into him at a slow pace.

“You’re what I care about most-” he began, his fingers grasping your black, loose tee, waiting for your nod that you supplied, giving him permission to rip it off your body. His sudden aversion to you leaving him as soon as he got a taste. 

“You’re who I want to focus on.” He continued, his fingers nimbly tracing your back as he found your bra clip, his mouth kissing at the tops of your breaths as small sounds came out your throat, feeling an intense wave of pleasure hit you from his sudden dedications. 

“And I’m sorry you don’t completely understand it. I don’t either. I’m sorry we don’t have the time, but fuck it, I’m making time.” With his speech wrapped up, you felt your bra strap leave your shoulders as Zico pulled you closer to him, allowing your hands to pull-up his shirt to just barely let him know you wanted it off. His arms peeled his own shirt off of him, his toned muscles flexing as he held you on top of him. Skin to skin, you gasped as his fingers nimbly popped the button to your shorts, aggressively shoving it to as far down as he could get them, the cold air hitting your suddenly dripping entrance as his hands guided yours to pop the button to his pants. The pleasure for both of you so much greater due to the lack of sex ever since his busy work began. Excitedly, craving his attention that you hadn’t had in weeks, everything moved quickly as you shoved his pants to the side. You grasped his member in your hands and lightly pulled it out, enjoying the hiss he let out as you exposed it. His mouth was suddenly at yours again as he kissed you harshly, his wet mouth drawing out moans from yours as his fingers and hands tweaked at your nipples and breasts, your breath incredibly labored. 

“Can I?” He asked you, his eyes flicking from you to his member he had positioned at your slit, his arms holding you up lightly, enabling you to slide down on him when you were ready. 

“Yes, shit, I’m ready just-” you pleaded him, before feeling his dick press into you, your eyes closing as he filled you up, feeling whole as he stilled in you, waiting for you to adjust before he began to move. 

“God, it’s been-fuck, too long, God y/n.” He moaned, his throaty sounds sending you faster into the bliss he was giving you, his hips pumping into you slowly and then faster as you bounced on top of him, hearing the creaks of the chair join your moans and slaps of skin in the silent room. Then suddenly, Zico slipped deeper into the chair, and his member began to directly hit a spot that almost made tears drop from your eyes as his speed never let up. 

“Oh my god, there Zico- right there, please.” You moaned, your head lolling forward onto his shoulder as sweat began to bead, your stomach tightening with every push he made inside of you. After a few moments of the coil tightening in your stomach, it suddenly snapped without warning, your eyes flashing open as your vision went blurry and you fell onto his chest, the only thing keeping you up were his hands, as you let out long and loud moans from the pleasure of your orgasm rocking through your sweaty body. After a few more erratic pumps, Zico eventually caved in too, his hitting him shortly after you, when your walls clenched around him. His mouth came up to bite your shoulder as he came inside of you, unable to control the groans that left his body. After breathing hard, pressed against each other’s bodies, you picked your head up off his shoulder to see Zico staring at you with a small smile, pulling himself out of you carefully.

“That was so-” A loud crack interrupted zico’s sentence, as you both looked at each other confused, before you felt the rush of air and both of your intertwined bodies hitting the floor as his computer chair broke beneath you. Your ass hit the floor barely as zico’s hands had protected most of the impact from hitting you, your mouth opening wide as you stated back at him. Trying to realize what had just happened.  

We fucked so hard we broke the chair.”

“Zico, holy shit I’m so-”

“I can’t wait to tell Kyung, holy shit.”

Forever Yours - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by emobananas

Anonymous asked: “Can you please please do an imagine where Y/N and Andy B. are dating an he finds out she self harms and almost commited suicide while he was on tour?”

Word Count: 1,174 | Warnings: Trigger warning?

I waited patiently at the airport for one particular figure to show up. He should be here any minute, I thought to myself, glancing occasionally at my watch. Thinking of him, I smiled to myself. How I got so lucky to have a man like him, I do not know. All I know is that I’m more than thankful of having found such a lovely person who loves and cares for me, who never fails to give me stomach butterflies, who can magically transform my storms into rainbows.


I jolted awake from my daydream and saw the face of Andy, smiling down at me. I was too busy thinking about him I didn’t realize he was already here. I let out an excited screech and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Tears nearly streamed down my cheeks since I was just so happy to meet him. He just finished his Europe tour and I thought it’s about time; our apartment is really getting lonely without him around.

“How’s my baby been?” Andy looked down upon me whilst stroking my hair.

“Terrible. I’ve missed you so much it kills me,” I said as I nuzzled his chest. He had no idea how I long to be in his comforting presence; to indulge his sweet scent and to feel him on my skin.

“I’ve missed you so much too,” he pulled off and gave me a long, warm kiss. After what feels like forever, we broke the kiss and he said, “C’mon let’s get home.”

When we reached home, he immediately dropped his luggage and picked me up. “Oh, how I miss being home with my favorite person in the world,” he sang as he spun me around, making me giggle. He’s such a dork I love him. When he put me down, I pulled him to me to give him another kiss. It’s so good to have him home again, and getting to kiss him whenever I want to.

“Why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare us dinner?” I spoke softly, our faces only an inch from each other. He nodded, and then placed a little peck on my nose.

I went to the kitchen to get cooking and he went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. What I have completely forgotten about was a razor blade that I had left sitting on the sink, on its sharp end was a crimson-tainted liquid. Once Andy took notice of it, he immediately stormed right out the bathroom.

I stopped from cutting some vegetables when I saw him come to me. “Hey babe, what’s—“

My sentence was abruptly cut off when Andy grabbed my left arm and yanked the sleeve upwards, revealing a line of fresh, new scars. I stood frozen, unable to speak whilst he examined each and every one of the slits upon my arm. He then lifted his head to look at me; his eyes a mixture of confusion, disappointment, slight anger and sadness. I opened my mouth to try and say something but the words seemed to have stuck on my throat. Tears started welling up in my eyes and before I could cry, Andy pulled me into a massive hug. I started to cry aloud but Andy didn’t try to silence me; instead he hugged me tighter, gently stroking my back, allowing me to cry as much as I needed into his shirt. He didn’t say anything at all, he just wrapped me firmly in his arms whilst I cry a river. Once my tears have subsided and my cries turned to sobs, he sat us down on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” He began, his voice so smooth and soothing like an angel. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Ever since I laid eyes upon you I can’t seem to take them off, and once I got to know you I know that all I want is to have you as mine. Now that I do, I will never waste this precious opportunity and I will treasure you and treat you as my queen. It is my job to always make you feel happy, safe and contented. Seeing this,” he gestured at my scars, “I feel like I have failed to do my job. What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He waited patiently until I was actually able to speak. “I… I just feel really sad sometimes… I feel like I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough for anyone,” I sobbed, “I really needed you to comfort me as usual but you were so far away and I’m not strong enough on my own. I like to think that I am but I’m not.” My head dropped as I was trying hard to prevent myself from crying again. Andy put two fingers beneath my chin to lift my head up.

“What else have you done while I’m gone, babe?” he stared deep into my eyes so tenderly, assuring me that everything is going to be fine, that he is not going to be mad at me for what I’ve done.

“I just… got to my old habit of cutting,” I told him. There was a short pause before I continued, “I… also tried to… kill myself… by drinking bleach.” I wasn’t going to tell him this, but I thought it’s only fair that he knows. Upon hearing this Andy pulled me into another hug again and I just lost it; tears started streaming down my cheeks again, followed with agitated sobs. He planted multiple kisses on my forehead and then lifted my arm to put kisses onto my scars as well. He then pressed his lips onto my forehead once more before wrapping me in his arms again.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry…. I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I’m sorry I had to be away when you were in your hard times… I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when you needed me the most.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said inbetween sobs, “It’s mine, Andy.”

“Sshh,” he silenced me, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “From now on, every time you feel like you need to go for the blade, think of me. Every scar you create on yourself, will appear on me too. Every time you slit your wrist, you slit mine too. When you hurt, I hurt, (Y/N). I want you to remember that. You’re far too precious to do this to yourself. Please baby, please stop hurting yourself. I love you so much I can’t live with myself if I let you get hurt. I’m always here baby, I’ll always be here for you.”

My sobs started to soften and my breathing started to relax, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he said and kissed the top of my head, “Can you promise me that this won’t happen again?”

I paused for a while and nodded, “I promise. As long as I have you.”

“I’m forever yours, baby. I’ll never leave.”

(I gotta say that I feel like this is one of the best imagines I’ve ever written! I’m starting to put more details into my stories to give it more feels ya know :p I’ve been learning a lot by reading other people’s fanfics and realize I have a lot to catch up. Anyways, let me know what you think!)

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the weird & the feared, pt. 3 // part 1, part 2

words: 2014

warnings: drinking, swearing, angst

A/N:  so i’m really bad at responding to things because i’m bad at using the app on my phone but thanks to everyone who reblogged & gave feedback :) it means a lot! i know these chapters are short but i’m just posting what i have. i want to do some prompts sometime this weekend to build the characters a little bit more so if you have any, send them my way. 

@ivarsvalkyrie @burningsunshin3 @readsalot73 @rockyrascal @britt-janssens @cryogenik 

My first week in the building, I attempted to avoid the Lothbroks as much as possible. It was easy at first, after that first night. They were busy with whatever questionable business they involved themselves in now, and I was busy making the apartment into my own. I found myself dodging Bitsy’s steady texts about Ivar and the rest of the brothers, not wanting to delve into that chapter of my past. I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever, and I knew there was a conversation that needed to take place between Ivar and me. But for now, at least, I avoided it.

I had been caught in a few elevator rides with Ubbe, which was fine. He had always been older, calmer, than any of his brothers. When I was a teenager, before I only had eyes for Ivar, I entertained a crush on Ubbe – mainly because he was always pleasant and friendly to me.

“So,” Ubbe and I were in the elevator one morning, on the way to work. “Heahmund?”

I turned to face him and caught him facing forward – a smirk on his face.

“I thought I’d try out dating someone normal,” I tucked myself more into my jacket, visibly attempting to avoid the conversation.

“Mm. How’d that go?”

“Not great,” I muttered.

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allo it is i, your friendly neighborhood trashy fanfic writer. my favorite things are run in sentences and commas so if those ain’t ur jam  u shld prolly click away ANYWAYS this is me falling headfirst into the jimon hole and rewriting the evolution of their relationship through jace’s eyes. its not great but i really like it hope u do too.

Jace had officially had it with all of them.

4 months ago, he was just a regular Shadowhunter with a killjoy brother and annoying sister that really liked killing demons together. It was comfortable, accountable, dependable. Jace knew that every day, he’d wake up, he’d train with Alec, he’d make fun of whatever skintight leather outfit Izzy was wearing that day, they’d go out on a mission, come back, fall asleep, rise and repeat. The inanity of it all was starting to get a little monotonous, but a little Downworld revolt would’ve spiced it up just enough.

But of course, Clary fucking Fray had to come in and take his perfect little bubble and pop it as violently as she could.

Now the Circle is back in action, the Mortal Cup is lost but for real this time, Alec is dating a warlock, Izzy is acting really weird, and the whole Institute has basically gone to shit.

And don’t even get him started on the calamity that is Simon Lewis.

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. Obsessive Impulsive . 11

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’  He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her.  'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks.  They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again.  This is not for sensitive readers.  Violence, stalking, etc.  

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter.  This will update every other day.

Levy eyed herself in the mirror in her apartment in Fairy Hills, criticizing every detail to make sure she looked like she wanted to. She nodded firmly to herself, fixed her headband one last time, and then smirked.

A pink dress tied with black lace around her throat and down her chest. The lace lined the edges of the skirt, the part where it cut off into sleeveless slits for her arms. On each arm she wore a sleeve that had been tied on to match, her feet clad in black shoes, and a black headband in her hair. She nodded.

Surely this would do for whatever Gajeel had planned?

Her hazel eyes glowed as she checked the time and grabbed her purse.

She paused to contemplate.

To ask for an escort or to not… She struggled before furrowing her brow. Gajeel knew she would be there and it wasn’t too far…it was a busy time and there were people everywhere on the way back to Fairy Tail’s guildhall…

Alone it was. She’d just hurry.

Levy headed out, tugging her door shut and locking it behind her. Just in case, she told herself, even as she realized with a sinking stomach that she never used to lock her door. Elroy had entirely ruined everything for her.

Well…not everything.

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anonymous asked:

Dude I love your work! Can I request Okami!Hanzo imagine, where he meets human s/o who goes into his forest everyday with their German shepherd dog. Thank you!

Aa, thank you so much! This turned out longer than expected ^^; But I do hope you like it! I put it under a read more because of the length. I also gave it a slightly different twist, but I hope it’s not too bad. Enjoy!

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Title: Anyone But You, Pt 1

Author: mylittleACobsession

A/N: This is another one shot for @imakemyownblog who requested the following:

“Could I pretty please get a Jacob oneshot where the reader is a high-ranking member of the Blighters and one day they have to face down with each other, not realizing that they were childhood friends until the actual fight? To make it interesting, Jacob had a huge crush on them? XD Pretty please & thank you! <3”

Given the amount here that I want to play with, I’m actually breaking this one into multiple parts.

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