#i can fix her

[nortsauce]

Phoenix’s type is. Red. (Red Flag)

[slodkimotyl]

[xoxoabbey]

can you though? ♡︎♡︎

[dyk3tastic]

friends

victoria neuman (the boys) x reader

genre: angst, light smut, hurt/comfort(ish)?

summary: when victoria shows up unannounced at your apartment in the dead of night you want nothing more than to kick her to the curb, you let her in anyway. reader is a member of the boys, could be read as a follow up to my previous fic “cant have both” or as a stand alone. (now wiv a follow up u can read here)

warnings: weapons, language, slightly nsfw, light smut, mentions of sex

a/n: back with another one. getting back into posting ff, haven’t written for an ‘audience’ in a while, feedback is appreciated. enjoy! :)

“wow, you really gonna treat a friend like that?” victoria drawled, foot blocking your front door, stopping you locking her out. wide grin flashing her perfect white teeth. the last thing you wanted at 4am was to shuffle bleary eyed through your shitty apartment, glock firm in your grip by your side, to answer that incessant hammering against your door. when you open the door to see her standing you want nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, dreading wallowing in the limbo between you both. the space between hate and longing, betrayal and understanding, where all interactions between you two now seemed to take place. you were tired.

staring up at you under her thick dark lashes, you knew you couldn’t get rid of her even if you wanted to. “we’re not friends” you croak out, voice rough with exhaustion. she just laughs at you, continuing to blink up at you like a fawn, flashing her predatory smile. “what are you doing here vic?” you hiss frustrated by her brazenness and lack of explanation.

“can i come inside? i want to talk to you”, she lets her smile drop. “please”.

you say nothing to each-other as you turn to let her in, she slides past you, eyes dragging down your body, heat prickles your ears as she clocks your batman underwear. she strides in, confident and assured as ever, walking towards the kitchen as if she were coming home from work, like she owns the place. just as you’re starting to become hyperaware of your lack of clothing she speaks again, voice gentle and relaxed over the quiet hum of the tv, “i knew you wouldn’t be asleep yet”.

“is that what you’ve come here to do, pretend to know me so well, tell me about my fucking sleeping patterns?” you mutter, irritated. resting against your kitchen counter you stood opposite her, taller than her now that she had her heels off. the low orange glow of the kitchen light illuminated her bronzed skin. victoria looks up at you, all brown eyed and beautiful, and it makes you forget what she’s done, what you’ve done, just for a second.

“i want zoe out. i want her far away from all this bullshit. i want out. i need you to help me undo this, to just leave it all behind. please.”

hissing, voice scratchy in your throat you half sigh, “you just turn up here and expect me to trust you, expect me to risk my life for you, blinking up at me like bambi and expecting me to feel fucking sorry for you.” “i trusted you, believed in what we were doing, in us. i thought we were working towards something right, some fucking justice for once. to find out those years of my life were useless, sisyphus pushing that rock up that never fucking ending hill for vought. when i told you about-“ you stop abruptly, tired of rehashing the past, take a deep, shaky breath and collect yourself. “coming round here talking about friends” you scoff.

chest rising and falling with uncertainty she stares you down, face unflinching. mocking and faux innocent she asks “we weren’t friends?”. “i’d say when i’d ride your pretty face til it was covered in my cum that we were friends, at least i definitely considered you my friend.” her smile is sharp. “when you’d rut against my leg all desperate and pleading you didn’t think i was your friend?” she added with an exaggerated pout.

you recognised the deflection immediately, could see that all she wanted was to crawl under your skin and pull you back to her. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t effect you, the full truth of it all hanging in the air, your skin prickling with memory and mouth dry with the her boldness. “we’re not friends now” you say, proud of yourself for managing to keep your voice steady.

she steps forwards, encroaching in your space. “that’s okay, we don’t need to be friends”. she moves closer again, you don’t dare move, anxious not to scare her off, anxious to close the gap between you two. she breathes an “i’m sorry” into your neck, voice laced with what you so desperately want to believe to be sincerity. moving her head up, her nose bumps your cheek, plump lips pressing a soft kiss against your mouth. your arm moves of its own accord, snaking around her waist, urging her closer. her next kiss is less gentle, her mouth greedy and desperate against yours, chills run down your spine as you let out a quiet whimper. tongue swiping over her lower lip you let yourself get lost in her, in the kiss. transfixed by her touch heat pools deep in ur abdomen, your underwear growing sticky and uncomfortable.

the nights spent touching yourself, seething with anger as you imagined your fingers buried deep inside her, imagined pulling out those little pants and whimpers that made you want to never hear another sound again; those nights seething in your betrayal and wetness couldn’t compare to the electricity that ran through your body as her warm tongue licked lewdly into your mouth. nothing could compare to the feeling of her pressing her warm, petite but deadly body against yours. revelling in the feeling of her tits against your chest it was the bumping of her hip against the hard glock tucked in the thick waistband of your underwear that brought you out of your trance. both of you breathed heavy hot air against the others face, panting as you try to remember why you were here, to clear away you heady thoughts, to regain some semblance of control.

[saffitaffi]

The Witch because I love her personality, especially when it leads into The Thorn Route lol

[vainvenus]

I love disappearing for weeks then coming back with a new obsession

And with that, I'm taking requests for the Percy Jackson Series because I am but a girl

[marvelsgirl616]

mother.

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Dovey about Lesso: I can fix her

Anemone: She has like four other people also trying to fix her. I’m one of them

Dovey: What-

Anemone: We’re starting to look like a fucking construction crew

[vidalswife]

So I said agatha was not a villain, just scared and broken. Someone had the audacity to say "pretty sure she's a serial killer but okay".

FIRST, SHE ONLY STARTED KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HER MOTHER WAS THE LITERAL DEVIL AND TREATED HER AS IF SHE SHOULDVE DIED AT BIRTH.

It was NEVER EVER her fault that she was the type of witch she is. The worst part of it is that i am 100% certain that if her coven had taught her and nurtured her power, she would have been good. All she wanted was to be taught how to control her power; to learn how to use it for good. No one gave Agatha that chance. She spent her entire life thinking she was what everyone else thought she was; evil. Of COURSE she ended up having villainous traits and doing insane things, it's all anyone ever expected!

Bottom line, YOU HATERS DO NOT GET AGATHA HARKNESS LIKE I DO. SHE IS NOT A VILLAIN, SHE IS STILL THE GIRL TIED TO A FLAG POST BEGGING HER COVEN TO TEACH HER HOW TO CONTROL SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER HER FAULT TO BEGIN WITH.

She never wanted to kill, or take another witch's power, but it's the only choice she was given if she wanted to survive.

[spideysirens]

Let's dance.

[rioagatha]

the fact that cassandra nova was a perfect evil villain for deadpool and wolverine…

I can fix her (no really I can)

[feministamala]

[atomicradiogirl]

had to do a post dedicated to cameron being babygirl cause like why do i have heart eyes rn

[s-pyder]

🕷️sutegoro🕷️

[violadea]

Closeups

Thirsty bitch (me)

[the-bar-sinister]

“I can fix her.” I can’t. I can follow her around like a lost dog and look surprised and slightly disappointed when she commits crimes, though.