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Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

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She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 


The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.


The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.


“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

Imagine Barry going to the future and seeing your daughter

Barry’s feet lightly pads across the Star Labs floor. He peaks his head in the main lab and sees you holding a baby, rocking back and forth lighting. “Finally she’s asleep.” You whisper as Barry steps in. “Hey, I got our little monkey to finally go to sleep.” You say looking at your husband. Barry’s eye soften when he sees the baby sleeping soundly. “C-Can I hold her?” He says tenderly. “Yeah I mean you are Nora’s dad.” You slide the blanket wrapped child into Barry’s arms. He holds Nora gingery and kisses her forehead. “Nora, like my mom.” He whispers. Barry slightly tears up as Nora’s hands try to hold onto his suit. “You okay there?” You say a little worried why Barry is being so emotional, as if this was the first time he’s seen his daughter. “Yeah sorry it just really sat in that we have a baby.” You both smile faintly befor you say, “Okay Nora Iris Allen, it’s time for bed.” You take the baby from Barry’s arms and lay her down. “Iris?” Barry says confused. “Yeah Iris, we wanted to name her after amazing women and we thought it would also be a good legacy for the two of them.” “Wait legacy as in dead?!” “Um yes. Barry are you feeling okay you don’t seem like yourself?” Barry starts pacing. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” Barry speeds out leaving you extremely confused and with a now woken up baby crying.

Dec 16th | Baby it’s Cold Outside 🎄

Synopsis: You really should head home, but the snow’s falling hard and truth be told, neither of you wants the night to end.

A/N: I heard this song on the radio and I knew I couldn’t pass up this one-shot! 

Words: 1539 

Warnings: a little smut?

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Title: I Trust You

@harleysandbats requested: Hey, I’m so shy about doing this off anon but I have a request. :D Could you write a Negan story where the reader is new to the Sanctuary after being rescued by Simon and a few other Saviors from a dangerous group. She is shy and quiet around everyone at first except Negan, & they quickly develop a close relationship where he looks out for her. When he asks her to be a wife, she tells him that she is scared bc she’s never had sex. Fluffy smut pls, & could you use my name? It’s Mary. :3 Thanks!!

Character(s): Negan and Mary (original female character)
Summary: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life.
Word Count: 5,836
Warning: Fluff, smut!!!
Author’s Note: This idea is great, so thank you @harleysandbats for requesting it! I had such a fun time writing it and I love the idea that the OFC is only comfortable around Negan, which is great and completely different! I hope you enjoy this! ;-) I also hope this makes you feel better, dude!!! Fingers crossed that things start looking up for you!

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Celestial Friend Part 3

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,503

Warnings: angst, Josh (He’s gonna be a constant problem, I’m sure), slight fluff

A/N: Here is Part 3, where I’m sure we won’t see the last of Josh. I hope you guys are enjoying this series as it’s just starting out! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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It was Friday, which only meant two things: the end of the week, and serving some just desserts.  Josh was a basketball player, but his posse included cheerleaders and football players as well.  You and Gabriel decided that no basketball player could do that damage to your locker.  It had to be a few of the football players.

“Gabriel, we can’t punish the whole team,” you said, shaking your head.  “As much as I want them to have a minor in convenience in their lives, I don’t wanna do that to someone who is innocent.”  You kept your voice low in the library, keeping your eyes locked on to your book.  It was lunch time and you retreated to the library.

The archangel spotted the principal and a few of the football players and Josh, heading towards you.  He could only assume this meant trouble.  He gestured his head at the four men coming your way.  “I have a feeling you’ll change your mind [Y/N],” Gabriel murmured, folding his arms across his chest.

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Title: Not Fair
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A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “6 and 7 with Gibbs or Mcgee -🐺”

Word Count: 456
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader

6. “This isn’t fair!”
7. “How could you do this?”

You stormed from the elevator. You’d just been to Abby’s lab when she let slip that Gibbs was benching you from the case, when pressed further Abby claimed she needed to get on with work for the case, “You’re benching me?” You asked coming right up to the Bosses desk, hands on your hips.

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{Love myself first.}

. . .

“I’M HERE FOR YOU! I’M RIGHT HERE!” His voice shook the room but not out of anger. No.
It was out of hurt.

“why can’t you see that?” He stood quickly enough to hear your breath shake.

“Because I can’t love you if I can’t love myself, Dean.” His eyes softened while his heart cracked.

“I-I can love you enough for us both, y/n.” He seemed scared. As though you just told him you didn’t love him.

“I-” he took a step toward but you took a step back.

“I understand now. I can’t be with you until I love me, fully. Maybe that’s why we’re having so much trouble now. It’s not you, baby. It’s me. I need to love me first because if I don’t, I won’t ever give you the amount of love you deserve.” You waited to hear him speak but nothing left his lips.
“I need to love me because for so long I never did and now I have someone who’s willing to give me all their love and I don’t even know what to do with it. I need to love me first, Dean. Okay? Because for so long I was so disappointed in myself. For everything I am. And for so long I convinced myself that I wasn’t worth such a beautiful emotion such as love. And now here you are giving it to me and I’m afraid. I’m pushing you away because I’m afraid of something so beautiful and I don’t deserve it.” Your voice trembled.

“No one ever told me that it would be this hard.” He spoke lowly.

When you finally looked up, his cheeks were wet and his eyes stained red.
You took silent steps towards him and stoppedto feel his warmth vibrate off his body.
He was shaking.
He smirked weakly.
“You don’t know how lovely you are, y/n.”

You smiled lightly.

“Wish we could go back to the start.” He said with a raspy chuckle.

You laughed shyly.

“You have no idea how much I love you, Dean.”
You both stayed quiet.

“Well you know what? I’m going back to the start.” He smiled.

“Dean, I-”

"And I’ll be there wait for you. Go find yourself and fall for the girl I’ve helplessly loved for so long. And when you meet her I’ll still be right here.” He pulled you close to him and you wrapped your arms around his body.
He held you tight and whispered into your ear, “learn to love yourself first.”

• • •

By the next morning you were gone.
Dean sat on the broken chair that belonged to the desk, still holding your pictures of himself and you kissing, laughing, hugging, and loving each other. A piece of paper folded up with a pen colored heart that read ‘To Dean’.

“You alright, Dean?” Sam’s voice came from the open door to her room.

"No, but I’ll be okay.” He answered honestly.

“She loved you Dean. You know that right?” Sam reassured him.

“Yeah I know she did, Sammy.” He spoke quietly.

Sam gave Dean space and walked back to the library.

Dean could hear the words in your voice as he read the letter.

‘I’ll find that girl you fell in love with and when I do I’ll bring her back for the both of us to love.

I promise.

Love, y/n’

“Sam’s in hell.”

Dean said it with such surety, such a bland lack of emotion, that Cas had to look at the man to make sure it wasn’t some kind of twisted prank. He glanced up sharply and saw Dean gazing back at him, emotions playing on his handsome features that would be unreadable to anyone but those who had known him the longest. He looked apprehensive, angry, disgusted, and underneath all the layers he built up to hide himself, scared.

Cas played with the seam on the back of the couch where the two were sitting, squinting his eyes and choosing his words carefully.

“I can go and get Sam alone,” he finally decided on.

“No!” Dean nearly shouted, then shook his head and softened his tone. “No, Cas. You know there’s no way I’m letting you do this by yourself. He’s my brother.”

“And you don’t have to take on everything alone, my friend,” Cas replied, tentatively reaching down to cup Dean’s hand in his own; the other man paused, then gave it a squeeze. “I imagine this will be difficult for you.”

Dean sighed and scrubbed his other hand down his face.

“It’s the first time I’ve been back since I spent forty years down there. I-I was a monster, Cas. Alistair may have tortured me, but I didn’t have to give in. I could’ve fought it, I should have done more,” Dean’s eyes dropped away in shame, tears threatening to form. “The things I did…I can never make up for that. Damn, sometimes I think I deserve to go back.”

“Dean,” Cas turned his palm and entwined their fingers together. “The good you have done in this world far outweighs what you were forced to do in hell.”

Dean gave an aborted nod and looked at their linked hands before finally drawing his eyes back up to the angel. There was a tiny, infinitesimal spark of hope in his eyes that drew Cas in like a beacon.

“What if…what if I freeze up?” Dean asked, sounding ashamed to even consider the thought. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my mind ain’t exactly the best place to be sometimes. What happens if I panic?”

“In case you have forgotten, I pulled you out of hell once already,” Cas’s lips tilted up in his familiar little smile. “And I will gladly do it again.”