No Rest For The Heartbroken Masterlist

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fwb releationship, smut, mentions of cheating, betrayal, heartbreak, time jumps, more to be added

A/N: This series starts shortly after the first Captain America movie and will lead us to the Defending Jacob era.

Nrfth - Prologue

Nrfth (1) - Dreams do come true

Nrfth (2) - He’s just a man

Nrfth (3) - Behind the scenes shenanigans

Nrfth (4) - Only one bed

Nrfth (5) - Road to hell

Nrfth (6) – Where to Captain?

Nrfth (7) - Shattered dreams

Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Nrfth (9) - Faded memory

Nrfth (10) - New beginnings or old mistakes

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YakuzaCanons Masterlist

Below are the links to all my headcanons for each of the Yakuza characters. Currently covers Yakuza 0, Yakuza Kiwami, Yakuza Kiwami 2, Yakuza 3, Yakuza 4, Yakuza 5, and Yakuza Ishin. Categories are separated by each individual character. If multiple characters are in one post, then it will be filed under miscellaneous.

Kazuma Kiryu

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Dating A Popular Male Host

Majima Goro

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Age Gap Dating Headcanon

Makoto Jealousy Headcanon

Majima Getting Doted On By His S/O

Having A Crush On Someone Similar To Makoto

Being Friends With A Younger Person

Having A Crush On Someone From Another Culture

Akiyama Shun

At Karaoke With A Shy S/O

Blorbo Bingo

Tanimura Masayoshi

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Dating A Southeast Asian S/O

Ryuji Goda

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

S/O Helps Him Bleach His Hair

Growing Up And Crushing On His Childhood Friend

Blorbo Bingo

Nishikiyama Akira

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

His S/O Calming Him Down

Blorbo Bingo

Daigo Dojima

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Office Sex Before An Important Meeting (NSFW)

Mine Yoshitaka

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Play Wrestling With His S/O

Blorbo Bingo

Mirei Park

Blorbo Bingo

Nishida

Blorbo Bingo

Ishin Miscellaneous

General Dating Headcanons

Falling For The Person They Are In An Arranged Marriage With

Ishin Is Actually DND And Majima Is the DM

General Miscellaneous

Yakuza 4: Random Food Headcanons

Yakuza 1-4: Karaoke and Music Headcanons

How Yakuza Characters Would Celebrate Your Birthday

Yakuza 0-4: How To Tell If They Have A Crush On You

Yakuza 0-4: How They Would Confess To You

Yakuza Drink Headcanons

Yakuza 4: How They Would Text You

How They Would Text You Part 2

Yakuza 4: How They Sleep/Cuddle

How They Sleep/Cuddle Part 2

How They React To A Birthday Gift

Minecraft Headcanons

Roblox Headcanons

VR Headcanons

Sims 4 Headcanons

Just Dance Wii Headcanons

Hostess Dating Headcanons

Period Comfort Headcanons

Comforting Their S/O

Shy S/O Headcanons

Soulmate AU Headcanons

S/O With Dog Trauma

Dealing With A Kid Going Through A Rebellious Phase

Reactions To Getting Cheated On

Reactions To Their S/O Getting Badly Injured

Dealing With An S/O With A Blood Phobia

How They Show Affection

Dating A Mute S/O

Proposal Headcanons

Reactions To A Really Flirtatious Person

Jealousy Headcanons

Dating An Idol

NSFW Miscellaneous

Kissing Headcanons (Mild NSFW)

Kink Headcanons

Two bikes (1)

Summary: You’re back in your hometown and meet two men from your past.

Pairing: former Jax Teller x fem!Reader (pre-story), Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, language, kinda cheating, implied/mentions of past cheating

Trope: Angst

A/N: I wanted Jax and Biker!Bucky in one fic. So suffer with me...

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Back in town. Back to square one. Restart. Doing it all over.

You huff when you get out of your car. It doesn’t fit right in, just like you. It’s too expensive and conspicuous, for a small town like Charming. And you’re not the girl leaving this town with only a few bucks in your pocket but so many dreams.

It can’t be helped. You decided to come back here to find the inspiration for your next book. Change is what you want.

New place. New book. New you.

“Y/N?”

Crap. You didn’t think anyone would recognize you so soon. But here you are, finding yourself in the embrace of the man you ran away from so many years ago. “Hi, Jax.”

Fuck, he smells the same, and it still feels good being in his arms.

“I can’t believe it’s really you. I heard rumors about a VIP coming to our town.” He releases you and takes a step back to drink you in. “Look at you. All fancy and grown. You look…” Jax can’t find the words. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t expect a reception committee,” you chuckle. Jax smiles as you take your time to drink him in. He wears torn jeans, a white tee, and a leather jacket. You can see that he’s second-in-command now, and sigh. When you left town, you had hoped Jax would turn his back on the club and do something more…legal. “I see you’re still with them.”

“It’s my family,” he hastily replies, but his tone lacks enthusiasm. “We are having a get-together tonight. A barbecue with family and friends. Why don’t you come too?”

“Jax,” you exhale sharply. “I haven’t seen most of them in years. I don’t think they want the girl they met once or twice years ago at their party.”

“Sweetheart, you’re still part of the family,” he shrugs. “Come on. Gemma will freak out seeing you all grown and Opi will love seeing you.”

“That big dummy is still around? I thought he’d leave you,” you snicker. “You were glued together at your hips if I recall right.”

“Well, he’s my best friend,” Jax grabs your hand. “Please come and have a little fun. For the old times.”

“I-“ you lick your lips. You knew that you’d eventually run into Jax and the others. If you want to start anew – why not see your old friends and Jax again? “Okay.”

“You can come around at any time, Y/N,” he grins. “If you want to, I’ll pick you up.”

“Nah,” you shake your head. This will go too far. You’re not ready to be back on a bike with Jax. “I’ll drive. I don’t trust you with speed and such.”

The reunion went surprisingly smoothly. Gemma hugged you, and wouldn’t stop asking questions. Opi offered a beer and a bear hug and the others greeted you like an old friend.

It almost felt like you never left. Almost.

You’re watching the others talk and having fun while Jax tries to talk you into going for a ride in the morning.

He has you caged against the wall, one hand next to your head, and his lips dangerously close to yours. Jax whispers your name and says all the right things.

Damn him. He easily had you wrapped around his finger in no time. Forgotten are the heartbreak and all the tears you shed for him.

“Y/N, tell you feel the same. Say that you feel there’s still this spark between us,” he leans impossibly closer to brush his lips over yours. “Sweetheart.”

“Jax.” You breathe out. “I-“ You open your mouth when he claims your lips. And you wrap your arms around him to hold him close.

“I knew it,” he nips at your lips, eagerly tasting you. “The moment I saw you standing next to your car, looking a little lost, I knew you’d come back to me.”

“Jax, it’s not that easy,” you grip his jacket tightly, not wanting him to pull away. “Maybe we can…”

“Jax, have a look at this. We need your help,” Tig ruins the intimate moment. He drags Jax away, unaware that you are about to do something stupid.

“Later,” you mouth as Jax glances at you. He nods, giving you a cracked smile before following Tig.

You’re pacing back and forth. Jax went to his room some time ago and you try to decide if you want to let your heart win tonight.

"Maybe this is the chance you've been waiting."

You take a deep breath and decide to go to his room and take the chance on him. Maybe this time, it won’t end in heartbreak.

You want to knock and feel like a fool. This used to be so easy when you were just horny and silly teens. Now you are a woman, and he’s a man. The man you still desire.

Without thinking twice, you open the door, pushing it open. You smile and want to tell Jax that you are ready to go on a ride with him tomorrow.

“What the fuck!” Your heart drops, and you feel like someone sent you back in time only for you to walk in on Jax and some other girl.

“Sweetheart…Y/N…” Jax gasps as you catch him red-handed with one of the girls from the strip club Tig wouldn’t stop talking about.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to stop you from ruining whatever that was not ten minutes ago,” you laugh at your stupidness.

You turn to leave and slam the door shut behind you. It’s not the first time in your life that someone made a fool out of you. But tonight, you did this to yourself.

“Babe, please wait,” Jax stumbles out of the room. He’s only in his boxers and tries to explain why he went from kissing you to fucking that girl. “I can explain…”

“You want to explain this?” you angrily point at the door. “Save it, Jax. You didn’t change one bit. One moment you sweet-talk to me and kiss me and the next you fuck her." You choke on your tears. “You made me feel like we got a second chance.”

Shaking your head, you try to hold back more tears. “It’s my fault. It was foolish of me to believe that for once I wasn't second best to you. How could I? If I’m so unimportant to you that you fuck her minutes after you kissed me.”

“Babe, we aren’t together, and,” he runs his fingers through his messed-up hair, “you got me so hard. I didn’t want to fuck things up and pounce on you. I just needed to release steam.”

“See, that’s the problem, Jackson Teller,” you silently sniffle. “You don’t even feel guilty for hurting me all over again. Ten minutes, Jax. You had to wait for ten minutes to get your dick wet. I’m glad it took me those ten minutes because you’ll never be faithful.”

“Please, let’s talk. We can go inside and…” He can only watch you step away from him. “Sweetheart.”

“I don’t need this and,” you push against his chest to slam him into the door, “I don’t have to listen to your lies. You’re right. We’re not together. We are nothing to each other. Only a faded memory. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Wait…I…”

“You better go back inside and finish what you started with her. At least give the poor girl an orgasm after all the trouble…”

You storm off, and shoulder past bikers. Gemma wants to stop you, but you’re too angry and hurt to even listen to her. Instead, you run toward your car and speed off.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you slam your hands on the steering wheel. It feels like the world decided to fuck you over once again. “No. You can’t just die out here in the middle of nowhere.”

It’s all too much. Being back in your hometown. Meeting your high school sweetheart only for him to break your heart again.

You sit in silence for a moment and think about all the decisions leading you back to him. Bad choices, you guess.

You hide your face in the palm of your hands. How could your fresh start end like this?

You jump when someone knocks at your window. Great. Now you drew attention toward you and your car.

“Hey, why are you lurking around in front of our club?” The man asks. “Are you with the cops? We do nothing illegal here.”

Your heart races when the man knocks at your window again. If fate wants to fuck you over some more, so be it. You roll down the window to look at the man.

“Sorry. Uh-my car just…” you sniffle. “The engine died, and I can’t get it back to life. I wasn’t lurking, just thinking about what to do now.”

He looks inside your car, but his features soften when he looks at your teary eyes.

“Hi. I didn’t want to scare you, doll. Do you want me to have a look at the engine? I know a thing or two about cars.”

“James? James Barnes,” You blink a few times to check if you saw right. “Is that you?”

“You know me?” He asks, looking a little confused.

“It’s me, Y/N Y/L/N. We went to the same high school. You probably don’t remember me. I was a little shy, and you were two years ahead of me at school.”

“Wait…” He wrinkles his forehead. “You were the cute girl Jax Teller was dating. I always wondered how he got so lucky.”

You clear your throat, not wanting to talk about Jax, and what he did to you. Back then and today. “He didn’t feel lucky, I guess.”

“What did he do, doll?”

“I don’t feel like talking tonight. Let’s say he liked to stray. Back then, and recently,” you give him a cracked smile. “He’s the reason I drove out of town only to end up here.”

“A shame. He should’ve valued you more, doll,” he flashes you a stunning smile. “If you open the hood for me, I’ll have a look at the engine.”

“That’s very kind of you, James.”

“Call me Bucky doll,” he grins when you open the hood. “A pretty lady like you can always call me Bucky…”

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No because I have altered my settings to fit what I want to see and I still have content or fandoms that I really don't give a fuck about and less of what I actually want to see. I don't even follow those people.

"i don't like this thing and i wish i didn't have to see people talking about it all the time"

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choose your fighter.

It's giving real ....

Knight in Templar Armor

A/N. I have terrible grammar I know, I am trying my best to fix this and do other things. Still trying to figure out how and what direction this story is going to go. Btw everybody including Edward and Ziio is alive except for Edwards first wife and maybe his second?. They'll be substories to this to explain more to the way they are.

Warnings: none really, terrible writing, btw NOBODY HAS ANY PERMISSION TO STEAL, COPY OR TRANSLATE THIS STORY. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Chapter 2

Rags to riches ....maybe?

Nervousness was in the air as the drive from the old parking lot to Kenway Manor was beginning to wear down Y/N’s patience. She thought that this man lived in the city, but no, he had to buy a big fat house surrounded by other big fat houses. It felt like she was going in circles. Big, obnoxious lawns that all seemed the same were beginning to haunt her mind. Just as she was going to call Mr. Kenway, she pulled up to the only house that matched the description of the house. That and the big sign out on the gate that said KENWAY. There was a booth and the guard stopped her.

“Can I help you?” Sweating and nerves building up, Y/N said, “work, I ..er.. new maid.” The guard went inside the booth and looked at the computer he came back outside. “Yes, Miss L/N , Mr. Kenway's maid has been expecting you, you’re a little late so you might wanna hurry on in.” Looking at her phone, it was 7:54, she was an hour late. As soon as the guard opened the gate, she sped in like a Nascar driver and pulled up to one of the most beautiful houses that she had ever seen. The place reeked of wealth and luxury the fountain was no small feat within itself. This place looked like a big business instead of house.

As Y/N was gawking at the house someone approached the car and knocked on her window. A older lady in her 50s smiled and pointed to the watch on her wrist. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she opened the door and grabbed her bag and phone. She was wearing tights,a T-shirt and tennis shoes with her hair pulled back The older lady grabbed her hand and walked her in. “My name is Ana, this is the Kenway house, you must be the new maid Mr. Kenway told me about, you are here for the maid position, yes?”

Y/N nodded her head, “Yes, I was told to be here at 7:00 but got here late, I’m sorry I got lost with all these houses.” Walking in the house with Y/N in tow. Ana shook her head and laughed, “Don’t worry, I was the same when I first met Mr. Mr. Kenway." “Mr. Mr. Kenway?” Ana replied, “Oh sorry, Mr. Haytham’s father. He hired me and I have been working for the Kenways for over 28 years, I saw Mr. Haytham grow up into a man and have a child of his own.” They made their way into the laundry room where all the clothes were pressed and clean.

It smelled like heaven in that place. Memories began to flood Y/N about her Aunt and Grandma. She remembers it like it was yesterday, she could see her grandma with the washboard and hot iron. Her thought were disrupted by Ana giving her a uniform and telling her to try it on. Going to a corner, Y/N undressed herself and put the dress on surprisingly it fit her. She folded her tights and shirt, putting her shoes back on. Ana looked at Y/N, “Wow on the first try, it looks good on you. You can bring your clothes with you."

Mr. Kenway said you need a place to stay , yes?" “Yes." “Then come, I will take you to your room and introduce you to the house and all the rooms.” They walked down the hallway. As Ana introduced the rooms, which were bigger than any apartment Y/N had ever seen and some were even bigger than her childhood home. Mouth wide open, she looked around with curiosity and amazement. Ana chuckled at Y/N’s starstruck face. “Miss L/N we are here, this is going to be your bedroom for the time being it has a private bathroom and closet." Y/N’s eyes practically popped out of her head, her mouth was halfway to the floor. Ana began to laugh as she turned to look at Y/Ns face. “Oh, miss L/N we have only seen one bedroom, wait till you see the whole house.” Y/N was speechless.

Setting her clothes down at the foot of the bed, Y/N was dragged out of her room by Ana and back into the hallway. “ You’ll have plenty of time to admire it later.” Ana said with a chuckle.

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