burst banks

Party burst into a bank to stop some robbers. It’s the (alignment questioning) Paladin’s turn to attack the group, and she does with a mace. After a short debate on how exactly to strike…

Paladin: I rolled a 21 to attack.

DM: Yeah, you definitely hit him in the flace-

Paladin: Flace.

Party: Flace? 


Paladin *laughing*: I DO 4 DAMAGE TO HIS FLACE.

First Meeting prompts

1) “Everyone – hands in the air!” The bank robber burst into the building, only to discover that a hold-up was already happening.

2) “What happened last night? Where am I?” Why are you, gorgeous but utterly unfamiliar, bringing me breakfast in bed?
“You don’t remember?”
“That’s not reassuring me.”

3) “Hi. Officer Black.” They held up a fake ID badge. “I’m looking into the disappearances that have been happening in this area recently. May I ask you a few questions?”
The actual investigator stared at them.

4) “Oh my god – it’s you. You’re the one I’ve been hearing!”
“What?” Completely bewildered.

5) Coincidentally, we have the same surname and accidentally both booked the same honeymoon suite. I’m not willing to lose the best room in the hotel or admit that I booked a honeymoon suite single precisely because it was the best room. Look at that Jacuzzi! All of the other rooms are taken anyway. Turns out, you’re travelling alone too. Everyone now thinks we’re newly beds and, frankly, I’m not giving the gift basket back so I guess we’re married for a week.

6) “You have a kitten in your bag.”
The NO PETS ON THE BEACH sign loomed behind them.
“Say that a bit louder, will you?”
“Your cat likes the beach?”
“She gets separation anxiety.”
It was hopeless, it was love. Black hair and blue eyes and peeking out entirely too pleased with itself among a towel.
“Either sit down or stop staring, you’re going to blow our cover.”

7) “You know the library is closed, right?” the stranger broke the silence.
They looked the stranger; dressed in pyjamas and clutching a kitkat from the vending machine. They raised their brows. The stranger didn’t even blush at the sheer hypocrisy of the comment.

8) “You’re in my spot.” They had been coming to the roof every evening for three years, and nobody else had ever been there and – oh god, the stranger was crying.

9) “I’m your soulmate, from the future.”

“Then future me as horrible taste, keep walking.”
“…wow. Future you was right, you really did used to be a prick.”

10) When you save somebody’s life, it always seems that a fragment of their future belongs to you. They wouldn’t have had it if it wasn’t for the few heartbeats of your acquaintance. You disagree with this notion quite violently.



Fourth letter. From the Phoenician daleth, which means “tent door.” After Herodotus, the word is tied to the mouth of a river. 


Settlement. A willow stand. A place where you might build something. 

Well, the tent door really threw open when the Colorado River burst its banks back in 1905. That was before saline was a novelty here. Now it’s disaster tourism. 

It took two years of pure water-bound power to turn this place into a sea, and then the enterprising spirit flooded the place. Put a lake in the middle of the desert and watch us make a colony. 

By the late 1950s, weekly vacationers running from dead-end jobs and bad marriages blew the place up. Where else but an over-spilled river to make sense of such confinement? 

The Salton Sea.

It didn’t last, of course. Vacations never do. That sad motel wave that swept America in the 1970s left its mark here, a salt-crusted shell of the life of leisure once promised along these shores.

Now you return covered in sand and salt, the earth clinging to your skin in what seems like a desperate attempt to escape. 

The landscape follows you home — empty.

Photos by LeeWayne Stadler, Jody Miller, Philippe Reichert,eyetwistDavid Mahler, and Oliver Dodd.

Dark Skies Pennywise x fem reader

Originally posted by vourdalakpriest

Warnings: Abusive parents 

Dedicated to @justcallmecinammon who gave me the idea I hope this is OK! 

Dark skies reflected my dark mood, I tried to creep out of my house but my father caught me before I could leave.

“Where are you going y/n?” He asked blocking my path with a strong bare arm, I had an urge to bite said arm to get him out of my way but I knew that act would probably be my last.

“To the library” I answered in a small voice.

“Leave her alone Michael” came my mother’s voice, her high cruel voice cut through me as she approached me from behind. I look back at her, her curly black hair, the same as mine was pulled back into a tight bun where as I let mine flow freely. My father towered over both of us but he made me feel even smaller than my 5 ft 4”. 

They had been horrible to me for as long as I could remember and even now at 18 years old I was still scared of them. It was my mom’s attitude that hurt me most. On the outside she seemed the perfect parent but when she was at home she was nothing short of a monster. “It’s not her fault that she’s a nerd”  she said as she looked me up and down “you need to go on a diet child, you’re putting on weight.”

I drew my hands around myself knowing full well that I was comfortable in my own skin, that I certainly didn’t need to lose weight but  still that niggling voice in my head told me that I should listen to my Mom. Luckily my parents grew bored with their daughter and let me leave without another word.

I had every intention of actually going to the library but my feet actually took me to the Barrens a large green area often covered in water from the burst banks of the river that ran through Derry. Today there wasn’t much water so I sat and ate my hot cheetos which I had packed in my bag before being accosted by my parents and waited for the tears to flow. Today they came thick and fast and before long I felt like I couldn’t breath, almost hyperventilating until I heard a giggle float through the air.

My breath hitched as the sound made me jump and I looked around to see if I could find the source. To my left just the other side of the flowing stream was an impossibly tall figure holding red balloons, I jumped up quickly as it let the balloons fly away. Inside my, my instincts told me to run but another part of me, the damaged part that had been abused by my parents for so long made me walk towards IT.

The clown stared at me, IT’s blue eyes were intrigued as one eye looked at me and the other looked a little to the side, IT cocked IT’s head to one side and gave me a wide smile, buck teeth making IT drool a little. “Who are you!” I called out to him.

“Ooooooooohh I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown… and you are y/n aren’t cha?” Pennywise answered

“Yes” I replied then it clicked in my head “you’re the one who’s been killing all those kids”

Pennywise bent down low and bowed to me. I felt angry, Run I told myself why aren’t you scared ?

He seemed to sense this “you’re not scared of me are you?”

I shook my head, abruptly he ran the rest of the way to me, so fast he was blurring at the edges yelling at the top of his voice, his eyes had turned yellow and teeth had elongated into fangs. He stopped when we were almost nose to nose. I still hadn’t flinched.

We stood like that for ages either one of us daring to move until I surprised him by wrapping my arms around his skinny torso. It was a gamble, I didn’t know what he was going to do, neither did he. I let go and watched him as he looked down at me.

“Why did you do that?” he asked in a dangerously low voice.

“I-I don’t know, just felt like it” I stammered.

“You could have died you know”

“I know”

“You could still die”

I nodded in reply, he took me by the hand and said “follow me”

We arrived into darkness, I heard water running and decided that we must be in a sewer of some kind. Pennywise took me to a large pile of rubbish but instead of stopping outside he pushed on the side and a door appeared and slid away. The warmth hit me instantly as well as the beautiful smell of cotton candy, my favourite. We were now in a room of sorts, warmly lit, decorated with garish colours and balloons  and a nest like bed in the corner.

“Sit down” Pennywise commanded. I obeyed and took a seat in the middle of the nest, Pennywise paced around me, his long arms swinging around, finally he said “why aren’t you scared of me?”

“I don’t know” I answered honestly.

“They usually are”


“The ….others”

“Oh sorry”

We came face to face again, something inside of me had changed, Pennywise could smell it too. “No you’re not scared of me, noooo there’s something else” his voice lilted. He grabbed hold of my throat, almost cutting off my airway and kissed me. Inside I felt like something snap, this was what I had been waiting for. I kissed him back forcefully and suddenly Pennywise was pinning me to the bed, his face hovered over mine.

“I’m never, ever letting you go” he threatened. I smiled, this was exactly where I needed to be.  

Wild Thoughts

I think I’m in love with Rihanna. Seriously. She and her outfits in the Wild Thoughts video are the inspiration for this story. Well, her and Beyonce from the On The Run fake trailer. Hope you enjoy :)

The air is sticky this time of night in Havana, but no one seems to care. The bar is packed, the patio even denser with bodies. The music is loud, the drinks are cold, and the air smells of the finest cigars. The band is soaked in their own sweat but they’re having too good a time to stop now. The trumpet players dance along with the percussion beat, clapping their hands in enthusiasm before returning the brass to their lips. Bodies sway to and fro as their hands and fingers reach toward the ceiling. Men slink their arms around the waists of their women, pulling them deeper into their body as they wiggle and writhe to the beat. 

Rick downs his brown liquid in one gulp, before sliding the short glass away from him, prompting the young bartender to hit him with another. He sits alone at the bar, Daryl leaving him hours ago with his favorite girl, Marcela. They weren’t supposed to be in Cuba this long, just a few days, but the food and drinks and women always prove to be too much for the duo. A few days turns into a few weeks, into a few months. Daryl lays his head with Marcela, while Rick lays with anyone that’ll take him. His flings will last a few weeks, a month or two maybe, but they always fall in love and he always takes the cue. It’s time to go once their eyes start sparkling for Rick Grimes.

He slides his crystal blues across the dance floor, looking for her. Three nights he’s watched her and her dark haired, fair skinned friend dance until they can’t stand. They accept drinks from most of the men in the bar, they laugh loudly, they even partake in the cigars. Two carefree, beautiful girls. Just how Rick likes them. He’s only managed to catch the green-eyed girls name, Maggie. But every time someone calls for the dark skinned, toned bodied friend, something manages to drown out her name. Rick reaches for his fresh glass of scotch and takes a sip, leaning against the bar with his elbow. A flash of peach catches his eye and he flicks his orbs toward the bright intrusion.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Finished cmbyn a few days ago. Can't stop thinking about it. Marvelous! I was mesmerized with it all the way through. Ah!! I was wondering what's your take on the whole "coma" and "no, parallel life" thing towards the end of the novel? Also what did you think of how Andre ended it in general?

I think “Coma” vs “Parallel life” are two ways of looking at the road not taken. Elio, a pessimist, is quick to say, “Tomorrow I will go back to my coma,” while Oliver tempers his response earlier by saying, “I prefer to call it a parallel life. It sounds better.”

Choice words. It may sound better but I don’t think we’re meant to believe it feels any better. They both experience regret, they simply cope with it differently.

Oliver was always better at concealing his feelings. However, the depth of his feelings for Elio is made clear when he reveals what’s on the postcard. “Heart of hearts.” It’s so telling, so very Oliver, that he hid his truest feelings on the back of a postcard inside a picture frame…

All good endings should feel inevitable and this one definitely did. The novel comes full circle and returns to the place where it all began, only now the place is heavy with meaning, shaped by time and nostalgia.

(When Elio makes the joke about stopping at the bank, I burst into tears.)

I understand the impulse to want a happy ending but I think that would have betrayed the spirit of the book and undermined the preciousness of what they had.

What I found so totally and completely gut wrenching about Elio saying “call me by your name” as the novel’s final words was not that these words were filled with sadness but that they were filled with hope!


By the time they reached town wisps of clouds begun to clutter the coastline bringing with them a screeching flocks of seagulls who soared through the strong winds, calling to each other. “It’s gonna rain.” Dean states, breaking the painful silence the pair endured as they walked to town, reluctantly together. 

Sawyer squinted towards the sky, and heading in their direction were a large smog of dove grey clouds, ready to burst their banks as they currently hovered over the jagged landscape. “Looks like it.” She mutters, folding her arms over her chest, as goose bumps emerged along her arms and torso, making her shiver. “You shouldn’t have lied to Alma. That wasn’t very nice.” She adds matter-of-factly, shooting him with a pointed look.

“I know.” Dean answers slicking back the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “So… how long have you been dancing for?” He asks, scratching his cheek before shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

“Do you actually care to know or are you just making small talk?! If it’s the latter then this conversation is already over because I’d rather not talk to you anyway.” Sawyer retorts icily, glancing away from Dean’s piercing gaze that held amusement at her caginess, which all the more infuriated her. 

“…I care.” He admits after a pause of thought, causing Sawyer to quickly glance away from the shadowed shore, her wide eyes darting in his direction, surprised and almost startled from the sincerity his voice carried as he answered her. “You’re looking at me like you don’t believe a word I’m saying.” He smirks, raising a thick black brow in return.

“Because I don’t believe you.” Sawyer scoffs, her arms falling to her sides as she let out an impatient huff. “You fool around in class, never hand your work in on time, and constantly answer back the teachers. Not to mention vandalising the bleachers and skipping classes too. You don’t care about anything.” She deadpans, all while staring at him incredulously, expecting him to argue with her.

“You know, after all you said earlier, I think it is you stalking me…” He teases, dodging Sawyer’s. She sighs and rolls her eyes, quickening her pace to get away from him. “School… It just isn’t important to me.” He says halting her in her steps; peering over her shoulder she stares back at him, blue meeting blue. Stormy Atlantic and tropic Pacific. “I’ve got a job at my uncle’s garage when I leave. I don’t need school.”

“You can have more… What about college?”

“Ha, I’m graduating by the skin of my teeth. I don’t think any colleges would want me.” Dean replies with the shrug of his shoulders. Sawyer wants to shake her head at him, berate him for being so foolish with his choices, yet instead she just stared hoping her silence would be enough for him to elaborate. “Look, I had shitty parents who loved to be boozed up all day and night, and in the end my aunt and uncle took me in when I was four years old, and here I am in this place.. I owe them, Sawyer.” He explains, all humour void from his voice, “I need to pay them back for taking me away from that life, and soon enough it’ll happen once we leave school. I can work full time at the garage and then continue to run it when my uncle no longer can. Or my aunt’s cafe”

“Right, I see.” She replies quietly, her cheeks burning as she felt a little embarrassed with herself for being as brash with him as she had; if she knew his history she wouldn’t have been so callous with him. She had no idea about his past, obviously it were something he didn’t divulge with anybody. Knotting her fingers together she wondered if Stevie knew. She seemed to be the closest person to a friend Dean had. “If you must know, I started dancing before I could walk.” She smiles delicately, almost fearfully as it were something she had never done in his presence. Dean’s eyes lingered at her mouth and he flashed back an even brighter smile before letting out a laugh. 

“Was that so hard?” Dean teases, the crimson flush in his cheeks heating. He finally felt as though he were making progress with her, and he took that one barely-there smile as a mini-triumph. 

“Look, I know I’m probably stepping way out of line here, and I don’t even know why I’m even bothering – you’re not family or somebody I remotely even care about. I probably can’t help myself because I’m the oldest sibling and have this desire to impose my wisdom and bossiness on others–”

“–I’ve noticed.”

“–whatever… just don’t let your parents mistreatment of you define you, and certainly don’t put yourself in that toxic mind set where you feel like you owe something to someone. I know they’re your family, but you’ve got one life, Dean.” She starts, “Seriously you should want more than a dead-end job at a garage and being covered in oil all day just because you feel you owe your relatives something. The only person you owe is yourself, and you should be wanting to live the best damn life possible while you have the time. So say you wanna travel? Then go travel? You wanna climb the highest mountain? Then go do it. If you really want to work in your uncle’s cafe and your aunt’s garage–”

“–actually it’s the other way around.”

“–irrelevant. But if you really want to work there, then do it. But if it’s just to pay them back for doing the human thing, that any normal relative would do for a family member then don’t. Believe me, you’ll end up bitter and forever wishing for the life you could have had.” She finishes, crossing the street from him, and darting into the dance centre without another word. 

Once more Dean Caruso were stood on his own, and left absolutely astounded by Sawyer. Pulling out his last cigarette from his pack, he lit it and headed towards the dock with a lot of thinking to do.

It's exactly what it looked like...

Three days.
Three days since it had happened and the ache in your chest was still as strong as it was in that horrid moment. You scrunched your eyes tightly trying to eradicate the image burned in your minds eye.
How could someone who professed his love so loudly to you have done such a thing.

You shifted position on your family couch, staring blankly out of the window as rain drops raced each other down its pane. His voice still echoed around your head like a deep cavern.

“y/n!! Wait! This isn’t what you think!!”

Did he really think you were fucking blind and stupid? What else could of it been? you’d come to that stupid party, wanting to apologise for your earlier fight only to find your heart and soul with her. That fucking two faced whore!
Your teeth clenched as you remembered that shit eating grin plastered across her face. Some fucking friend you were Robyn, you thought bitterly to yourself.

Taking a deep breath and running your hands over your face you remembered all the times you thought she was just being friendly with Dylan. They’d grown up together and you’d assumed that they harboured nothing towards each other. Rage had began to seep into you as you remembered the amount of times Dylan had told you she was his friend and nothing more. That you were just imagining crap in your head about them.

You groaned angrily as you telephone rang for the 5th time in 10 minutes. You knew it was him. Trying to explain but there was nothing to explain. You listened as your older brother answered before shouting down the phone for Dylan to stop calling and that he was lucky he didn’t drive over to him and kick his ass. You smiled weakly at their exchange as he slammed the phone back down. Your brother was always fiercely protective of you so after you’d returned home hysterical he’d torn out of you what had happened. Vowing to kill Dylan if he ever saw him again.

Why? Why did you do it?’ Was the question circulating inside your head as you replayed your fight with

“no Dylan I don’t want to go!”
<i>“come on y/n don’t be like that!”
<i>“stop asking me dyl I don’t want to! I want to just chill out at home! I was hoping you’d want to do the same”<i>
<i>“no I want to get fucked up! This week has been shit, I want you with me”<i>
<i>“no dyl! End of story!”<i>
<i>“oh my god y/n stop being a prissy bitch and just come!”
“excuse me?!”
<i>“you fucking heard me!”

The argument only came about because Dylan told zack you’d both come to his party that night without even asking you. As much as you like to party, you just weren’t in the mood that day you were tired and knew you’d be miserable. The whole situation ended with you storming off telling Dylan to go fuck himself and him calling you a stuck up whore who needed to learn to have fun.

Later that evening you’d realised you’d overreacted and found yourself at Zacks house. Everyone was rapt you’d changed your mind and had come but all you wanted was to find dylan. And the fact that no one had seen him for sometime filled your body with dread

You ignored the gnawing feeling in your gut and searched for him. When you finally opened an upstairs room door you’d found him, and boy howdy he wasn’t alone. He was sat at the edge of a bed with her, that fucking skank butch between his legs, her head bobbing up and down, his hands clutched in her hair as he moaned her name. His face lost all colour when he saw you standing there. He roughly shoved Robyn away and desperately tried to put himself back into his pants. Pleading with you that it wasn’t as it seemed.

Yea what fucking else could of it been you thought. That was when she’d turned and given you that fucking smile. Oh you’d never wanted to mutilate someone so much before that moment. You’d just shook your head and closed the door again before bolting from the party.
Now here you were. Three days later and still wishing that you’d just fade away to nothing. Anything to stop the pain in your soul. He called the 1st day and you’d stupidly answered.
He begged and begged you. Saying it meant nothing. He was just drunk and angry. He never meant for it to happen. You’d listened silently till he pleaded for you to say something. All you gave him was a dial tone as you quietly placed the phone back on the hook.

Each day he tried to get you to listen the more sadness gave way to rage and hurt.
How dare he. HOW DARE HE! It wasn’t like you went fucking around with his friends when you’d gotten into
a stupid little fight. Clearly you realised just whom had been more invested in the relationship…

School today had been the worst of it. You’d arrived with your brother only to see Dylan waiting for you at your cars parking spot. You thanked which ever god or demon who was listening that morning for agreeing to ride with y/b/n. He quickly ushered you inside to avoid Dylan seeing you. But alas he had. That morning your spent the 1st two hours trapped in the senior girls bathroom as he waited outside for you. Only escaping when a teacher had hustled him away with the threat of a detention.
When you went for lunch in the cafeteria you could see him with the others in the usual spot. His head hung in his hands while it looked like Nate, Eric and Brooks were tearing strips out of him. Devon and Robyn joined the table quietly talking amongst themselves. As the others barely noticed them you’d assumed no one knew it was Robyn whom he’d been with that night. She however spotted you and grinned a sickly sweet smile at you before getting up and draping herself into Dylan’s lap. Your voice caught in your throat as he flinched, leaning back in his seat as she hugged him. The colour drained from him again and panic crossed his features as he looked out and saw you watching them. He quickly pushed Robyn off him and it to his feet calling out for you.

You turned tail and fled, hearing his heavy boots behind you. Screaming for you to stop, to listen to him. Each word twisting the hurt more in your chest.
He reached you as you grasped the north entrance doors. He Yanked you back to face him. Your body acted alone as your hand connected with his face.
You voice was low and animalistic as you told him if he touched you again your end him. With tears leaking from his eyes he sank to his knees, begging again for you to listen to him. You’d simply turned from him and left without another word.

“Hey y/n…how you holding up?”

Your brothers voice snapped you back to the present. You shrugged and kept staring out of the window. He sat next to you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

“You know it’s ok to cry y/n”

“Why y/b/n? What would it achieve? Honestly?”

“It’s not good to bottle your feelings, and your notorious for it y/n”

“Yea well, you stick to what you know works to survive i guess”

“Want me and cam to kick his ass?”

“No…as tempting as that sounds y/b/n, he’s not worth it ”

“Well the offer is always there”

“Thanks bro”

He kissed you gently on the head before leaving you back to your thoughts.
You wanted to cry. God knows you wanted to, but the anger wouldn’t allow you to. A few hours later you were locked away in your room, softly singing to your music.

<i>“Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain”

A softy tapping tore your attention from JD screaming at you. You turned down the volume and listened again.
There it was, a soft tapping coming from your window.
Oh fuck no! You thought and panicked. Dylan often snuck to your house via your window. Your crossed the room quickly and wrenched back the curtains, your anger ready to explode but you were met with Eric’s bemused face.


“Y/n! Let me in!”

“What are you fucking doing here?!”

You stammered as you quickly opened the window and he crawled inside.

“Well firstly hello to you too y/n, secondly why don’t you tell when the guck happened between you and V the other night and don’t fucking bullshit me. He said he’s fucked up in the worst way possible but would elaborate”

“Um…I-I don’t want to talk about it”

Eric gripped your arm gently and pulled you into a hug. Your body felt so weak against his as finally, like a river in flood and bursting it’s bank you tears flowed. Eric mumbled softly that it was going to be all ok as your fire inside spluttered from the pain flowing through your very veins.

“You need to talk to me y/n, I’m here for you but I can only help you if you let me”

Eric whispered into your ear as everything you’d been holding in broke forth from you.

She had always assumed that there was a finite amount of hate the human heart could hold before bursting, that its banks would eventually overflow and be destroyed by the sheer volume of it. She was delighted, in this moment, to discover that her heart was capable of such expansion to encompass all the world, and hate everything in it.
—  Me, narrating my life like I’m a Victorian heroine 
Can I Say Something Crazy? (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Hi!! Can you do a BarryxReader oneshot where The Flash saved you and he kissed you (you don’t know he is Barry) and you tell Barry about it??

I had way to much fun writing this one omg…


I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by barryirisallens

For months, you’ve been obsessed with the Flash. You made up conspiracy theories about where he came from and who he really is. You shared these hypothesizes with your best friend, Barry Allen, who really didn’t believe any of your nonsense. 

“He could literally be anyone.” You ranted through the phone. 

He laughed and rolled his eyes, although you couldn’t see him. “Really? I thought he was Santa Claus, (Y/N).” 

“Don’t make fun. For years you’ve been telling me about the lightning from that night and all about those crazy cases you’ve investigated. And now that I finally believe you, you’re making fun of me.” You pouted. “You’re a real good bestie, Allen.” 

Barry sighed through the phone. He always had this crush on you. It was somewhat foolish of him to think that you didn’t feel the same. You did reciprocate those feelings, but you felt as if he had always loved Iris so you never acted on them. But no matter, that didn’t stop both your feelings from growing.

“Why are you so obsessed with him? Is it ‘cause he’s hot?” Barry asked as you opened the door to the bank.

“Can’t tell. But the whole hero thing is such a turn on. I’m at the bank. I’ll see you for lunch, yeah?” You whispered after getting a dirty look from a little old lady.

“Of course.” 

While you were waiting in line, you felt something wrong. It didn’t feel right and the unpleasant feeling left a sour taste in your mouth. Something wrong was about to happen, you could just feel it. 

And your assumption was right. After minutes of waiting in line, a gang of masked men came in, waving guns around with empty bags in their hands. You freaked a little before slyly redialing your last call, which just so happened to be Barry.

“Hello?” He answered, but was met with nothing. Just a couple gunshots and some screams. “(Y/N)? What’s going on?” 

“Put the money in the bag!” A muffled voice ordered. “Do it or I’ll shoot this pretty little thing.” He heard you whimper as you were pulled to your feet by the gunman. Barry felt lightning flash in his eyes as he rushed over to you.

He burst through the bank and people immediately let out sighs of relief. “Put her down.” Barry demanded, his vocal cords vibrating so you wouldn’t be able to recognize his voice. 

“With pleasure.” The gunman said as he pushed you aside and fired, but the bullets never reached you. Thankfully, the Flash was there to save the day. He apprehended the non-meta human with ease and had the police there within minutes to arrest him. 

“Are you okay?” The Flash questioned you, as he helped you outside. You looked at him only to have him blur his face. You nodded, still lost for words. He had put his hands on the side of your head and pressed his lips on yours.  Then before you know it, you were kissing the Flash. He pulled away. “I couldn’t help myself.” 

When more policemen came in, so did Barry. “Hey are you okay?” He asked, worry in his tone. 

“Yeah.” You said, still in awe. “Can I Say Something Crazy?” 

Barry furrowed his brows. “Don’t you always?” You hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Okay, okay! Yeah, you may.”

“The Flash kissed me.” You began and then you went into detail about that short lived experience. “It happened so fast but it ended just as quickly.”Barry bit his lip, a habit of his that made your heart flutter. You felt your cheeks heat up as you look away. “Okay, crazy moment over.” 

“Can I say something even crazier?” Barry asked you and you simply nodded. 

“I’m the Flash.” 

“Yeah right, and I’m the girl of your dreams.” You chuckled. 

“You are, though.” He plainly stated and you looked at him in shock. Then everything became a blur as he picked you up and ran to S.T.A.R. Labs. 

The suit sat there on the manikin in display and your jaw hit the floor. “Oh my god. I kissed you.” You blushed. 

“Would you take it back?” Barry asked, feeling his heart race as the question left his lips.You turned to face him and shook your head. “Good.” And once again, you found yourself kissing the Flash, whose alter ego was the man you’ve loved since you were 11.

1st Request Requested by Futurechubbymagicalgirl

“UGH ~ My head!” I groaned, as I started coming to after suffering that terrible blow to the head. Reaching up a hand to touch the aching spot on my head, I flinched a bit as I came into contact with something that felt like where i’d been hit, making me hiss loudly from the pain.

“Damn, must’ve been a nasty fall, or something…”

I tried standing up, but noticed my hands and feet were tied down to a chair, with ropes around my wrists and feet.

“What the hell?!” I shook, but saw no indication that it helped.

I began to rock back and forth, but still, saw nothing that showed I was making any progress in freeing myself.

“Shit! Whoever did these ropes, they sure knew what they were doing,” I reluctantly complimented my now-kidnapper. Sighing angrily.

“Why thank you, I wasn’t sure if I did a good enough job when tying you down, but now I can see that I did do a good job afterall,” a woman said emerging from the shadows, and stepping into the light. She was clad in skimpy shorts that hugged her ass, leaving little to the imagination, and a white top, that was obviously too small for her ample cleavage, which were lifted so far up they exposed her toned midriff.

I gasped, as I recognized her, as that strange woman my friends always pointed out spying on me whenever we hung out. I’d always assumed she was shy or something, so to find out that she’s a stalker was…surprising, to say the least. The hints foreshadowing it were obvious, but i’d never thought to actually look into it.

“Yes, Brandon my love, you’ve seen me many a night before, but despite recognizing my face you don’t know the name that belongs to it…” She stepped closer, strutting in a way that I was hypnotized by the swinging in her hips, and the bouce of her boobs.

She stopped in front of me, and looked down at me, as I looked up at her towering form, shooting me a wide smile, before starting to circle the chair. Her hand brushing along my arm, letting me feel her nails. Behind the chair, she leaned down, and softly whispered, “…though, there’ll be plenty of time for us to learn the other’s names, soon enough” into my ear. My body tensing up at that, fearing what she meant by that.

I heard her reaching into a pocket, and tried looking behind me to get a glimpse of what it was, but I failed to see anything. Then, as I turned back, she suddenly shoved something into my mouth, and forced me to swallow! Cupping my mouth to ensure I didn’t spit it back out. Resistance was useless, and I ended up swallowing the pill. Her hands letting go after she heard me GULP it down. Shooting me another content smile.

“Good ’‘boy”.“ She patted my head, and walked off, dissapearing into the darkness for a few minutes, before she was heard returning, as she pulled out a chair, and sat down in it. Supprting her chin with her hand, as she just sat there staring at me with a happy, but creepy smile.

I sat there for a couple minutes, before both out attention was suddenly drawn towards my stomach after we both heard it growl, rumble, and gurgle, hungrily. Her smile becoming a little more phsycotic, and my dread getting worse and worse.

She then pushed out a cart, which she parked in front of me. To my horror it was all unhealthy sweets like cupcakes, muffins, donuts. There was even an entire plate that had nothing but chocolate cake on it, and another that was nothing but cookies.

She picked up one of the cookies, and began feeding it to me. I averted my head, and tried to keep my mouth as far away from the cookie as possible, but my stomach started acting up, rumbling again, but this time with hunger pains. My mouth trembled, and I slowly turned back, opened my mouth, and watched her beam at me, as she was allowed to feed me the cookie. However, as I chewed, I was apperantly too slow, as she already had another cookie ready. Seeing her face turn from happy to angry was somehow worse than the smileing, and I picked up the pace, chewing it as fast as possible, and swallowed. Immediatly opening my mouth, and watching her smile in response, before inserting the second cookie.

This continued for the rest of our time togehter. She feeds me food, and gives me barely any time to take my time in eating it, as she immediatly stands ready with more. I dare not anger her, as I know that she’s the kind of stalker that’s somehow worse if you piss her off.

My fast-pace eating was too much for my belly, and I noticed, that after just five minutes of her force feeding me, it felt tighter. A worse sight greeted me when I looked down, and my eyes widened in horror as I watched it had visibly swelled bigger. Having grown into a chubby muffin top in just fifteen minutes.

She seemed to realize this too, as she pushed the cart out of the way, and leaned forward. Putting her arms around my bloated waist, and hugging it. Moaning softly as she leaned against my fat, hugging it in a loving fashion.

’'Perfect, Brenda…just perfect.”

While hugging me, my body felt strange. I’d never felt like this while she was feeding me, so my best guess it had something to do with her stopping. It spread throughout my body like a mild itch, warming my face, arms, legs, chest, butt, and especially my belly.

I wanted these sensations to stop, but to do that, I needed her to resume feeding me. It was the complete oppisite of what I wanted, and I should’ve probably been a lot more grateful that she even bothered to give me a break, but the current situation with my body was too much for me, and I just wanted it to stop.

I shook my belly a little, which just resulted in her looking up at me with a blank stare.

However, that blank expression soon dissapeared after I said “Hey, keep feeding me. Come on, you’re taking too long, you’re taking too long” and she just stood back up.

She resumed feeding me, and the sensations stopped, which I thought was weird, but whatever. I just chewed my food, and then swallowed it so she could keep feeding me more cookies, and the other sweets she’d brought out.

Every bite was tasty, and if not for all the calories i’d gain from this, I would’ve frankly seen no problem with her feeding me, and pampering me like this. Me, gradually beginning to moan with every treat she feed me, and losing myself more and more to the soft, delicious flavors of all the sweets.

After feeding me for another hour, she finally stopped feeding me, as she could apperantly tell that i’d had enough, and was “Full enough” as she put it. However, seeing as all the food i’d spent this last hour letting her cram down my throat hadn’t filled even a quarter of my stomach, I was ready to argue that claim-


But as I opened my mouth to speak, my belly rumbled loudly, and both our eyes looked down at it. A wide smile settled on her face, and she quickly got leaned down and hugged my bloated muffin top, whispering “Don’t worry, soon you won’t have to worry with pants anymore” to me as she rubbed my belly, before standing back up, and backing away from me.

“H-hey, where are you going?! Why are you-”


My belly, though, beat me to the punch, as it growled again, gurgling and churning, as well. The heat began up, and I felt it spreading throughout my body again, and I didn’t like it.

“No! HRNG” I groaned. Being so agitated by the heat that I shook the chair.

It continued to build inside me, until it erupted like a mighty explosion, and sent sudden waves of heat pulsating through my body! My stomach, chest, butt, arms and legs, and face all started to throb, wildly, at this.

First, it started in my face, where my cheeks became smoother, and thicker, a double chin settling underneath my face, which was rapidly become more and more feminine by the second.

Secondly, it happened in my chest, where I bore witness to my previously small chest pushing out, and growing into rounder, fatter orbs, whose newly enlarged nipples poked against the fabric, and lifted up my shirt, transforming it into a make-shift bra for my new H-cup breasts.

Then, I lifted in my seat as my butt started to grow, swelling up with fat like a balloon would with air, and gaining back some height, my expanding hips pressed against the chair’s sides, causing all the fat to lift me up even more, and begin overflowing the chair.

Next, my restraints got tighter as my once-thin arms and legs grew layered with more blubber and pudge i’d ever seen on a woman, my fingers blowing up into thick sausage-fingers, that tried to flail. My thighs rubbed up against each other, squeezing my poor cock to the point of threatening to smother it, but that pain shortly disipated as I lost all feeling in my cock, and it shrunk back up inside me, where it was remolded into a pair of soft vaginal lips. Rips and tears surged up alongside the sides of my pants, giving the fat plenty of room when the pants grew too full.

And lastly, my already chubby gut surged forward, spreading across my legs like a damn bursting it’s banks, my shirt being lifted every second as more and more fat settled on it. Due to the tight space of the chair, my belly sunk down inbetween my legs, where it parted my legs to make room for it to grow, but, painfully, pressed my legs up against the chair’s sides. It was tight and painful for a few seconds, but fortunatly I was saved by my swelling body completly destroying the chair by becoming too big (and heavy) for it to contain (or lift) anymore. My pant’s buttons lasted for a while, but not even my old “boy clothes” could contend with my ever-fattening body, and was ultimatly torn to shreds at the same time as my massive body destroyed the chair.

“Eep!” I meeped, as I violently burst through my clothes, freeing my body from the confines of the pants, but also destroying what was sitting me up in the process. And I fell with a mighty thud to the floor, but the landing was a smooth one, as my fat behind was so thick, that even falling onto the floor just made it jiggle, and sent ripples through my fat belly.

Standing up from her chair, the woman, immediatly rushed over to my side, and extended a hand to help me, but I was too busy holding my enormously spread belly’s sides. Gripping my chunky love handles by accident, and moaning as I felt the food finally settling into my belly. Fortunatly, it did nothing to increase my already immense size, but as all that food packed itself into my abdomen, I could only groan and moan in discomfort as the thought So this is how fat people feel after visiting the buffet.

“Come now, Brenda, let mommy Veronica help you up,” said the woman as she tried lifting my fat, but was obviously not strong enough to lift something as huge and heavy as me.

I shoot her an infuriated glare, and wanted nothing more but for this bitch to leave me alone, and fuck off to wherever, but at the same time I wasn’t too keen on her leaving me here all alone, and then returning a couple hours later.

It took every ounce of strength to lift a body this morbidly obese and heavy, but after fifteen minutes of trying, I was once again standing up on my feet. She complimented me on my devotion, and lifted my large sack of fat and pudge, and helped my carry it as she guided us towards a large door. I’d hoped they were stairs, but seeing as I needed to get re-oriented with such a thick and heavy body, I needed her help.

She lead me down a corridor that got narrower and narrower, before opening a door at the end of it, and leading me inside. I was heavily panting and sweating like a pig when she positioned my in front of something that I could just barely make out in the darkened room, before she then positioned herself in front of me, and pushed me down onto it. My large rear bouncing and jiggling like mad from the impact, but she just giggled at this, and happily walked over to the door, and pressed a button on the wall, causing lights to switch on, revealing the room as being all read, with a giant black bed (which was the one I was currently sitting atop) and a strange machine above, that had an extendable hose that went down to my mouth.

She giggled, and walked towards the bed, maintaining constant eye-contact with me, as she reached up, and pulled the hose down, before, again, shoved it into my mouth! My arms were so fat and heavy, and I was already exhausted from having walked all the way here, that there was little I could do to stop her.

“Don’t worry, Love Hostage, i’m not feeding you anymore tonight…” then, as she continued to speak, her eyes narrowed, and tone immediatly shifted, “-I just want to make it clear that you are no longer in a position to make demands, I am, i’m your only source of food, i’m your only source of pleasure, and i’m the only one that’ll truly love your for being a fat, bloated whale,” a smile was briefly seen on her face, as she gripped her fleshy love handles, pinching them a bit, “-and I think you’ll find that i’m better to have as a friend than an enemy, are we clear?”

Quickly, I nodded back, making my gratuituosly fat third chin jiggle. She smiled, and took the hose out of my mouth.

“Good, now i’ll let you have a good night’s rest for tomorrow, since I know you’re gonna need it more than me.”

Walking backwards off the bed, she headed for the door, maintaining constant eye-contact with me. Shooting me a wide and creepy smile, before turning off the lights, and exiting room.

I wanted to sob, but was too tired and exhausted from having to use that much energy. Instead, I just fell alseep there and then.


For the next couple days, I slowly started to crasp why she’d refeered to me as “Love Hostage” on the night that I was transformed. The explain is really quite disgustingly simple: i’m not the hostage, but she is! She is the one that’s trapped in a red and dark room, and can’t get out.

She had so much pent-up sexual arousal that she frequently had sex with me, whether it was in the morning, where she’d insert the feeding tube into my mouth, and force me to eat my breakfeast while she dominated my thick butt with a strap-on, or even just have my lay on my back, and fuck my pussy in a way that was more relaxing for me than doing it on all fours.

There was hardly any eating involved, until a week passed since my transformation, where she slowed down on the sex, but instead filled the red room with food for me to devour.

Most of the feeding was handled by the feeding machine, but during lunch and dinner, she always tended to it herself. Using her finger to scoop up cream, tease me with slices of cake, and on the rarest of occasions, eat the food, herself, so that my desperate pleading was real and authentic.

She truly was truly a devilish human at times, but I developed something of a fondness for the things she wasn’t forcing me to do.

Most of what she made me do was eat until I felt full to bursting, and then forcing me down on all fours, and fucking me. My taut belly was far from happy, but given my current situation it could have been a lot worse.

My new name “Brenda” became used less and less as the weeks turned into months. “Love Hostage” was the most frequently used name, and frankly, I cared more for that name than I did for “Brenda”. Brenda was just any other woman that this naughty bitch might have lured to her “caves of thrills”, but Love Hostage was a unique name, a name for someone that is unable to escape. Even if the door was open, and she could walk, she’d be unable to leave this place, and why should she? What’s for her out there that her mistress cannot provide for her in here?

After getting used to a life of indulging and being pampered, why would she want to go back to her former life?

There’d be too much work involved at this point, and there’d be too few rewards to reep. Her creepy-stalker-feeder-turned-mistress has now given her something else: a lazy lifestyle. A life that she’ll be difficult in seperating from at how involved they’ve become.

Hurricane Update 5

The night was a rough one. No more tornadoes, though so thankful for the small blessings. The bad news is, we’re getting pounded by rain and the creek burst it it’s banks. We’re trapped in the neighborhood by a roaring river of water, and the water’s rising. This morning I’m prepping for floodwater to breach the house. It’s creeping up the street and backyard slowly, so I have a few hours until it hits the house. We will most likely lose power within the next few days as the floodwater reaches our electrical plant. The biggest problem is two of the girls I took in last night are Celiac’s. When I was building my stores, I didn’t prepare for any allergies, so I have no idea what I’m going to feed them in the coming few days as we are trapped in the house.

Tornadoes keep threatening my area, on top of the flooding. Looks like it’s going to be a long week lads.

english village gothic

there is a large house where the last few lanes tail away, high up on a hill. when the lightning flashes, you see faces at the window, but nobody has lived there since queen victoria was on the throne.

blood spills from teacups across well-kept lawns; there are shadows drinking from a dried-up fountain in the summer sun, and the cucumber sandwiches are moulding already

you find a child’s bike in the road, pink streamers on the handlebars and wheels still spinning. you do not find a child. nobody wants to talk about it

the church has relics, and a crypt, and when the river bursts its banks you dream of the dead drowning once more. the vicar tells you that he hears howling at night, but there are no wolves left in england

the brownies and girl guides are far too pale this summer. they have strange markings on their necks, and they keep missing church parade, but their knitting is exemplary still

the romans and celts and saxons and vikings and normans march for miles in the second between midnight and the next morning; they leave no footprints but you hear their boots on the grass

the girls’ toilets in the primary school are haunted. things whisper and hiss in the pipes and you see the name of the history teacher, along with his birth and death dates, on the war memorial on the village green. he talks about the trenches as if he were there

everyone knows everyone, even the dead. especially the dead.

Double Life.

A/N: hey, my fellow j lovers! sooooo this was pretty interesting to write. I decided to start putting warnings in the beginning of my stories from now on. I don’t want anymore people getting angry at me for not doing it before. anyway, an anon requested this. hope you all enjoy! xx

Warnings: swearing, slight self-harm, a good amount of smut because why not and sweet joker towards the end???



You were the perfect daughter to her. your mother. you got straight a’s in school, had a perfect record, and never did anything bad.
or so she thought. she couldn’t know who your boyfriend was. she wouldn’t understand. she already had enough on her plate with your dad leaving her after having your sisters. she had triplets. she knew you had a boyfriend but what she didn’t know is that he was the king of crime. one of the biggest crime bosses in the city. and you? his queen. helping him with his heists, meetings, and needs. you enjoyed every one of those things. she always wanted to meet him but she’d know who he was if she took one glance at him. he was all over the news after all. when you were with him, you were a different person, compared to what your mom saw you as. he was your everything and you were his, although he didn’t like to admit. you lived with your mom and sisters until you were 20. you had already met Mistah J by that time and you were already involved in his business. you never got caught though. you met him when you were 16 and he’s been fascinated by you ever since. you guys started messing around, causing you to fall in love with him. he was your first everything so how could you not? you guys talked about you moving in with him in his penthouse once you were 18. that was until your mother got sick. she had postpartum depression. after your father left, she had a hard time doing anything that involved the babies. you had to stay with them an extra two years. once she got better, she decided to move out of the city, leaving you here alone with Mistah J. that’s what you wanted though so you weren’t mad.

one afternoon, you and J were enjoying each other since he’s been working and hasn’t had the time for you. in the midst of him fucking your brains out, the phone rings. your moaning intensifies as you try to be louder than the phone, so it doesn’t annoy J. it doesn’t work. he stops, still inside of you. he grabs the phone and hands it to you.

“answer it, doll-face.” he says with a smirk. you know where he was going with this.

you smile as you answer it and J keeps going. you try your hardest not to moan.

“h-hello?” you say, trying to hold back.

“u-uh, y/n? are you okay?” the person on the other line says, concerned.

“mom?” you say, pushing J off, causing him to stop all together. he rolls his eyes as he throws himself on the bed, landing on his back. you sit up, leaning against the bed frame.

“I-I’m fine, um why are you calling me on the house phone?” you say, mouthing ‘sorry’ to J. he blows you off, and looks away. he’s pissed. you roll your eyes.

“well, honey, I tried your cell phone but you weren’t answering. I just assumed it was on silent or dead and I wanted to reach you as soon as possible.” she says, excitedly.

“why? did something happen? are you okay?” you reply, concerned.

she laughs.

“no, nothing like that darling. just some good news. we’ve decided to come visit you.”

you were frozen.


“w-what? w-when?” you stutter.

“this weekend. we’re staying at your aunt’s house so it’s gonna be pretty crowded with your little sisters. we were hoping that when we would get there, we can come to you? to see you?”

“um, why can’t I just visit you guys? it’s not like I’m gonna be staying there.” you nervously chuckle. “besides, where I live is waaay far out north. that’d be too long of a drive for you guys that I can’t ask you to make. especially with the triplets. they’re babies, they’re gonna be frustrated from staying in a car for 5 hours.”

“oh, sweetie, they’re not babies, they’re toddlers, but alright then. I’ll see you then.”

you sigh in relief.

“okay, mom, um, bye.”

“love you!” she says kissing the phone.

before you can say it back, she hangs up.

you sigh as you lie on your back.

“I believe we have some unfinished business.” J says with a growl.

“I’m sorry..” you say, looking up to the ceiling, with a nervous look on your face.

“everything all right?” J asks bored.

“yeah, it’s just my family is coming to visit.”


“they wanted to but I used any excuse I could for them not to come here.” you say, lost in your train of thought, thinking about how you were going to pull this off. he knew and understood why you didn’t want your mom knowing about him and your lifestyle. he was still pissed by the fact that you thought you can just push him off of you at any time.

“ah, yes, and by excuses, you mean lies. we live nowhere near the north side.” he says, teasing.

“shush, you act like you never lie.” you lean in for a kiss, which makes J pull away.

“aww, daddy, don’t be mad..” you say with a pout. you get on top of him and you start kissing his neck.

“I’ll make it up to you..” you whisper, nibbling his ear.

you continue to kiss his neck and make your way down to his stomach, leaving a trail of love bites.

“would daddy like a blow job?” you say with puppy eyes, while stroking his member.

he grunts. he was so stubborn.

you smirk.

you start to lick the tip, making your way down his shaft with your lips. you took as much as you could in your mouth and pumped the remaining of his member. he starts purring and grunting. you start to bob your head up and down, while you moan. you enjoyed tasting him.
he proceeds to grab a handful of your hair to push your head down, causing you to gag as you deep throated. he was getting off on you gagging. after a few minutes of you deep throating his dick, he finally finished inside of your mouth. he gets up to a sitting position to cup you face into his hand. you open your mouth to show him his cum. you swallow. he grins and smashed his lips against yours. he brushed his member slightly against your stomach. he was still hard.

“let’s keep this party going.” he says with the same grin, flipping you over to your back, going into your tight, inner walls again.


A few days later, your mom arrives to the city. you were nervous. you couldn’t imagine what she’d do if she found out about Mistah J. You start to get ready so you can leave. you shower, slip into casual clothes, dry and style your hair, wear light makeup, and by 2 pm, you were done. J notices how normal you looked.

“well, well, well..” he says, spinning you under his arm. “you clean up nice..” he smirks.

you smile at him.

“too bad, we have a mission to complete today..”

your smile disappears.

“J, you know I have to go visit my mom today.” you say with a stern voice. “or did you forget?”

“change the tone, or you won’t be going anywhere.” he says, smacking your ass. you look away, upset. “I didn’t forget, baby, but it’s not gonna take long, we just have to rob a bank. it’ll take less than 5 hours and according to how far you live from them, that’s more than enough time.”

you roll your eyes. you were convinced.

“fine, but it’ll have to be quick because if something goes wrong, it’ll take more than 5 hours.” you say, still looking away.

“it’s all planned out, doll..” he whispers, turning your face so you look at him. he kisses you softly.

“it better be.” you smirk.

J goes over the plans with you. your brain picked things up pretty quick so he had no problem with you. his problem were his idiot henchmen.


you arrive to the bank. you were pretty excited considering you use to keep your money in this bank, so did your parents. they all get into places. his henchmen were wearing animal masks. you weren’t. you liked the idea of a poor civilian remembering how you look and being terrified. you all burst into the bank with guns. no alarms going off because they turned them off beforehand to buy them some time. J’s henchmen shot the two guards that were there. they were the first to walk in. you walk in after them, with a gun in your hand.

“everybody down!” you shout, shooting the ground.

the people in the bank scream, and cry and get down on the ground.

Mistah J smiles.

His henchmen shoot the people behind the counter and go into the vault, where they had all the money.

one of the bankers take a risk and tries to call 911. you shoot him before he can dial a number. you chuckle. Mistah J notices.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t ya, doll-face?” he says, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

“of course, daddy.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing his lips with yours.

“y/n?…” a familiar voice says.

you freeze. you feel your heart sunk into your stomach. you turn your head and it’s your mom with your little sisters.

you pull away from J. he snarls.

“m-mom? w-what are you doing here?” you say approaching her.

“no-, NO! don’t come any closer..” you mom says, sobbing. she was hugging your little sisters, trying to protect them.

your eyes fill up with tears as you glance at your sisters, who look terrified by you.

“I-I can explain.” you say, as you shed a tear.

“what?” your mother says getting up, putting the girls behind her. “that’s you’ve been hanging or should I say dating a psychopath?”

J growls the moment she says psychopath.

Joker takes this as an opportunity to introduce himself. great.

“I don’t think we’ve met..” he says, approaching her with a grin.

“J, don’t-”


he reaches his hand out to shake hers, which he never does. “I’m the Joker, Mistah J to you.” she leaves him hanging.

“mom, please shake his hand-” you say, warning her.

“I said hush, y/n..”

“i will do no such thing.” she says terrified.

J’s grins disappears.

“you should’ve listened to your daughter..” he growls, taking his gun out and pointing it at her.

the girls cry. they’re too young to know what a gun is but they sure do know what it does by the looks of what their sister did with it.

you stand in front of her.

“J, don’t do this.” you say, with tears streaming down your face.

he growls and rushes his henchmen.

your mom looks at you with disappointment.

you try to go near her to talk to her but every time you tried, she’d just back away.

when J and his henchmen are done taking what they need, J shoots the remaining people in the bank but your mom and little sisters.

“you got 5 mins to talk to her before the cops come.” he growls, walking out.

they leave, and it’s just you guys. they’re crying, and so are you.

you try to go near her again.

“stay right there..” your mother sobbingly says.

“mom, I just want to talk.” you say with your voice breaking.

“I thought you were different. what the hell are you doing hanging with a criminal? you were so perfect. where did I go wrong?!” she sobs harder and harder. so do you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, mom, you don’t understand-”

“no, I understand perfectly!” she shouts, approaching you to strike you in the face. you gasp as she does.

“don’t try to contact me or your aunt. ever. you are no longer my daughter, and stay the hell away from the triplets. I don’t want you anywhere near them. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” she says, raising her hand again, causing you to flinch. you nod.

“I’ll see to it that the cops catch you and that criminal. what your are doing is a bad, BAD thing.” she says, taking a look at you one more time.

she runs out of the bank, to her car with the girls.

at that moment, you wanted to fall into the floor and cry your eyes out. but you couldn’t. you hear sirens outside, causing you to rush outside to Mistah J’s car. he still looked pissed.

“took you long enough.” he snarled and speeded through the road.

surprisingly, batsy didn’t come out to chase you guys.

you arrive home. you were still sad. you get out of the car and go into the penthouse. you walk into the bathroom and you lock it behind you. as soon as you do, you collapse and you cry. you cry so hard that your head began to hurt. you were sobbing, digging your nails into your skin, leaving small cuts. you wanted to hurt yourself more. you’ve had a history with self harm. ever since your father left, you always felt like you weren’t good enough for anything. you had all the pressure to be perfect because of him and then he just decides to leave you and your mother. Mistah J knew this. you screamed which echoed throughout the house, scaring the housekeepers, cooks, and henchmen.

Mistah J was highly upset with you for embarrassing him. he thought he looked like an idiot for letting his mom and your little sisters live. he was still concerned about you though.

“Frost!” he shouted.

Frost rushes over to the room he’s in.

“y-yes, sir?” he asks politely.

“go make sure y/n is okay. I don’t want her hurting herself.” he growled.

“sure, boss.”

Frost goes over to the bathroom you were in. he knocks.

“y/n? are you all right?” he asked hesitantly.

you get up, shaking with rage because Mistah J didn’t have the balls to walk over here and ask himself.

“tell Mistah J if he wants to know how I am, TO ASK ME HIMSELF.” you shout, punching the door.

before you knew it, you were looking for something to hurt yourself with. scissors, blades, anything.

Frost walks over to where Mistah J was to tell him what you said.

“B-boss, she said you should go see how she is.. instead of me asking her.. if you really want to know..” he rambled, making no sense. he didn’t want to piss Mistah J off more than he already was

J glared at him. he sighs and walks over to the bathroom. he hears you scurrying, going through drawers looking for something and he knew exactly what it was. he knock.

“y/n, darling? you better not be looking for what I think you’re looking for.” he says.

you ignore him. you go through the a couple more drawers. you don’t find anything. Joker hears you and his knocking intensifies.

“y/n? y/n! open this door, right now.” he commands. he starts pounding.

you unlock the door. you sit back on the floor.

he looks at you surprised. he expected you to be bleeding.

he growls.

“what were you doing, looking through the drawers?” he looks down at you.

“I was looking for something..” you say looking away.

“and what could that be?” he says, crouching to your level, turning your head so you face him.

“you already know! why are you asking?” you say, pulling away from him.

“don’t talk to me like that, y/n.” he says, grabbing your face again.

he notices the small cuts on your shoulders and back.

he sighs.

he gets up to go look for some bandages and alcohol to treat your wounds. he gets back. he pours the alcohol onto a towel and presses it against your skin. you wince as it begins to sting. when he’s done, he puts bandages over them.

“all better..” he purred, kissing you softly.

“don’t you know how much you mean to daddy?” he says, in an innocent voice. “daddy never wants to lose his baby girl, do you understand?” he says, kissing the bandages where your cuts were at. you start sobbing again. he holds you. you bury your face into his chest and continue sobbing.

“my mother disowned me.. she-she hit me, she’s never hit in the face before! or anywhere for that matter! she didn’t even let me explain! she doesn’t want me to contact her o-or my sisters ever again..” you say between sobs.

he held you tighter, shushing you.

“sh, sh, doll.” he whispers. “I know it hurts, baby, but she was gonna find out some how. she was your mother, what did you expect?” he continues, as he strokes your hair. “the good news is that you’re all mine now.” he purred.

he was right. it couldn’t have happened any other way. you calmed down. you were so tired from all the crying that you fall asleep on the bathroom floor in his arms. once he notices, he carries you to the bed, bridal style. he covers you with a blanket and gets himself undressed. he undressed you as well. you were so tired that you didn’t even feel it. he lays beside you, putting his arm around you. he kisses your head.

“don’t worry, doll, I’ll take good care of you.”


Prompt: 4x07. When Beckett comes in as a paramedic, Trapper John recognizes her voice and decides to shoot hostages. He shoots at Castle, only for Beckett to take the bullet for him.  An old one from @castlefanficprompts.

Beckett isn’t exactly the last person he expects to see come through the door, but she isn’t the first, either.  He’d thought she was on the phone, waiting for Trapper John to call, for another chance to get him talking.  But there she is, and he has to find a way to pass her a note, has to let her know about the C4.  Her eyes meet his as he scribbles on the deposit slip.  Message received.  She’ll get her hand near his when she can.

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October 16

I want to weave summer’s
golden grasses
into armor, resting soft against my skin
and swallow autumn’s pouring sunlight
shining clouds against the sky–
I want to be well enough 
to run the world across, feet
drumming on the ocean waves
and sliding through the trees
I want waterfalls of laughter
to run dry in winter’s cold
and then burst the banks
in springtime’s thaw, I want
the curling poets of tomorrows
to remember the glories I 
have seen, and yet
not need to bother
because their eyes
fill themselves.