i again tried ok shut up


A langst thing I thought of
Prompt: Lance snapping at the team
Warning: self harm, minor gore, and mental breakdowns.
Let’s get this terrible party started shall we?

We were in a battle. The galra ship we were fighting had these really strong shields but I could see two specific weak points and I bet if we shot them both the battle would end.
“ Hey guys?”
Then they went on with their conversations, do they really not see what I see?
“Guys I-”
“Lance now is not the time” shiro said, trying not to sound stressed.
“SHUT UP LANCE!” Pidge yelled again.
Interrupted again? Really?! I’m trying to help!! I finally had enough of this bullshit. Why won’t they listen?!
Finally I snapped.
“NO YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS!!” I’m not sure what happened but we disassembled voltron at that moment.
“IF YOU WONT LISTEN THEN ILL JUST BEAT THIS GUY MYSELF!” I felt tears falling from my eyes, I did nothing to stop them
“NOW JUST STAY QUIET AND OUT OF MY WAY” I flew past all the other palidans, they were so quiet. I shot the first weak point, success. Half of their shields were down. I hit the next one no problem. Then I aimed for their weapons. It was actually really easy for me to his just the right spot on all of their blasters and cannons so they wouldn’t work. In no time at all they were turning around and retreating. I laughed at them running away but the wave of joy was soon cut short by regret. What I had shouted at my team, they probably hate me. I started hyperventilating so I flew back to the castle as soon as I could, ignoring all the things everyone else was saying. I didn’t want to talk to them, I’d only be interrupted anyways. The moment I got tho the castle I ran as fast as I could to my room, I think I heard allura say something? I have no idea what it was though. Finally I was alone, the door to my room shut and everything was quiet, at least outside my head. I took off my armour and put on my normal clothes, and I sat on my bed. I felt numb, I looked at the floor. Tears still falling from my eyes but at an even quicker rate, still hyperventilating, the room was spinning. My words echoed in my mind getting louder and louder with every iteration. Out of habit I rolled up my sleeve and started scratching my arm hoping the pain would ground my soaring thoughts.
I said that? I really said that to my team, my friends.
I was shaking. I couldn’t see, or I could see just couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.
“Why did I do that? Why am I such a horrible person? Why? Why? Why?!” I started saying to myself, eyes darting around the room hoping that if I just looked in the right spot everything would make sense. Suddenly I felt a hand around my wrist pulling it away from my arm, I forgot I was scratching myself. I blinked and realized that right in front of me was a red jacket. I moved my eyes up to see a look of pain on Keith’s face. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared. Then after a few seconds he hugged me. Finally everything went quiet in my head. I heard Keith’s shaking breaths. “We are so sorry lance” he whispered, his hands running through my hair.
“Fuck I’m so sorry” he said again.
I put my arms around him but flinched when my bleeding arm touched his back. I was bleeding? I looked at my left arm and noticed how all the way up my forearm my scratching had caused big ragged gashes all over.
“Oh god” I whispered as I pressed my face into Keith’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry I- I didn’t-you were- I” why can’t I complete a sentence. I fealt a large hand touch my back and looked up, it was hunk.
“It’s ok buddy” he said smiling “You did save the day after all”
“Yeah we should be the ones apologizing” pidge said appearing behind hunk.
Shiro cut me off. “No buts, we should have listened to you. You single handily took out a galra battleship.” He smiled putting his human hand on my head. “You did great”
I started sobbing into Keith’s shoulder again.
When I had finally calmed down I realized it was just me and Keith now. Alone in my room. How long have I been crying? I looked back at my arm and realized that I had gotten blood all over the back of his jacket.
“Oh god Keith I’m sorry” I said placing my hand on the stain. Keith pulled back from the hug and looked me in the eyes.
“It’s fine” he said smiling. “I know how to get blood stains out”
“ That’s not concerning at all” I laughed
He then pulled me down to the bed and hugged me yet again.
“Shut up” he said sarcastically placing his arm under my head like a pillow. I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was because shortly after I put my head on his arm I passed out.
The end.
(Sorry if this sucked, I don’t normally write fanfic…I TRIED OK!)

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

Summary: Negan is flabbergasted that his lady friend  never learned how to drive before the world ended. He takes it upon himself to teach her how, and rewards his “student” with some vehicular naughtiness. 

This is a smutty Negan x Rebecca (#Nebecca) drabble I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​‘s Negan Writing Challenge for the Driving Instructor prompt. It takes place after Embracing the Apocalypse (But you totally don’t have to have read that at all to enjoy this. Promise!)

Word Count: 3,255

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, smut, finger fucking, hand jobs, and cum.

Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10610505

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

“Hold on a fucking minute! What the fuck do you mean you don’t know how to fucking drive, Fuckface?” Negan’s face was a perfect combination of amusement and wonder as the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on his tanned skin.

He and Rebecca, the aforementioned “Fuckface”, strode side by side along the perimeter of the Sanctuary, enjoying the crescendo of a beautiful spring day. The sky was spotted with just a few scant puffs of cloud and the grass was beginning to return to life after a brutal winter. As annoyed as she was at the smug smirk that Negan wore, she couldn’t bring herself to let it get to her. Not today.

“That was a whole lotta ‘fucks’ there, my friend,” she replied casually with an easy smile on her face, “And to answer your question: Nope. Never learned. Always thought I would eventually, but then the world ended, so it kind of took a back seat…Pun intended, by the way.”

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Study Buddy's - pt 2 - Philip Hamilton x reader

Warnings - swears most likely

Requested by - Me I really wanted to write this

Requests are - Always open and I really need some so :)

Damn this is long whoops sorry :)

“You had 2 weeks Y/N.” your best friend Theo yelled though the phone

“I know! You don’t have to remind me Theo!” You whisper yelled and put a ugly dress back in the rack

You were shopping for a prom dress you hadn’t picked one yet and prom was tomorrow

You had been busy.. Okay that’s a lie you had been getting to know Philip an kinda just forgot.

“Yeah I do!” She yelled again. Mad.

“It’s just a dress Theo. a dress!” You exclaimed as grabbed a black dress.

“OoOoO.” You said when you looked at the dress you had grabbed from the rack

Its was a long black dress with lace it was in your size to. How lucky.

“What?” Theo asked confused and yo had heard her grab her keys through the phone.

“I found a dress.” You said happy and started waking towards the change room

“I’m on my way.” She exclaimed and with that hung up you locked the door to the change room and put your phone on the chair that was in the small room

As you slide out of your pants you heard your phone buzz you finished taking your pants off and then grabbed your phone to see a text from Philip

Philly<3: Hey, I’ll be picking you up around 7:30 tomorrow. can’t wait to see you beautiful!!

You blushed and the nickname and pit your phone down and slide your shirt off and carefully slide the dress on

It was perfect!

It fit perfect and looked amazing on your body shape

You must have been starring at yourself or awhile cause you suddenly heard

“Y/N! Which room are you in?”

“Room 5 Theo!”

You in locked the door and she walked in as locked it again then turned around to look at you and gasped

“It’s beautiful!” She screamed and hugged you

“Thanks Theo.” you breathed out

“I think ok going to buy it.” You said looking at yourself once more 

“Duh, i wouldn’t let you leave without it.” she exclaimed with that duh tone you hate.

as you slipped off the dress and slide you pants back on you heard you phone buzz and Theo grab your phone

“Oh you got a text from lover boy.” 

“Theo give me my phone.” you said and put your shirt on.

“Hey Love, Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?” she read and tried to make a Philip voice

“That was terrible! you’ve never met Philip!” you said taking your phone from her hands 

You: Sure Philly!! ill be there in 10 mins! you replied and closed your phone and stuck in your pocket if you were wondering what you were wearing 

its a black crop top, tight jeans and you black Tennis shoes.

“Ok thanks for the help but i have a dinner to got to.” you said and grabbed your dress, your purse, and your black beanie.

“Alright go see lover boy, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Theo.”

“Bye soon to be Mrs. Hamilton!” she yelled.. i mean like screamed.

“Shut up.”



“Hey Love.” Philip exclaimed as he answered the door. you blushed and hid you face by looking down

“Hey, hey, hey, never hide your face.” he said as he cupped your face and gently made you look up

You blushed even more and tried to look down again

“What did i just say.” he laughed and kissed your forehead 

You laughed and grabbed his hands from off your face and then dropped them and wrapped your arms around his neck and his arms found their why to your waist

you guys both were leaning in when

“Philip, Mom said din- oh my god sorry.” you heard a young voice squeal and footsteps running away

“Damn it Angelica” Philip muttered and grabbed your hand and pulled yo through his house to his dinning room

you laughed and stopped him form walking.

“Y/N what we have din-”

You cut him off with your lips on his was about a 3 second kiss when you broke apart he laughed and spoke up “Okay you can stop me for that anytime.”

“Ill hold you to that.” you said and grabbed his face and started tracing circles on his cheek

“Ill count on it.” 


“So Y/N, Have you gotten a dress yet?” Mrs. Hamilton asked.

“Yes i have Mrs. Hamilton.” you said and looked down.

“How many times have i told you to call me Eliza?” she asked and ate her food

“A lot..” 

“Then please do. your part of this family to.” 

this made Mr. Hamilton laugh

“Whats so funny Alexander?” his wife asked you didn’t realize he was there

“You said she’s ‘Family’ she’s not.”

“Alexander!” Eliza yelled

“She just using him for money!” he Exclaimed

That hurt… 

“Pardon me?” you asked

“Your using him, your family’s poor and you want money.”

“Pa stop.” Phil said

“Its the truth Philip.”

“Its not! Yes my family’s poor! but no i am not using your son for money! until i started dating him i didn’t know you had money! so if you could stop accusing me of stuff Mr. Hamilton That would be great!” You said loudly. not yelling, but you said it loudly.

“Philip ill see you tomorrow. Mrs.- Eliza thank you for dinner sorry i cant stay.” You said and pecked Philips cheek and walked out of that house

~*~*~*~*~*~Philips Pov~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Philip ill see you tomorrow. Mrs.- Eliza thank you for dinner sorry i cant stay.” she said and Pecked my cheek and walked out of the house

“Damn it Pa.” i yelled and ran after her.

“Y/N.” she kept walking.


“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

“What Philip?” she ask still not facing me

“Can you look at me please.” i asked quietly 

“We haven’t been dating long enough for you to see me cry.” she said crying

“Ive seen you cry before.” i told her

“Yeah before we were dating.” she stated 

“Y/N.” i sighed “look i’m sorry about what my dad said he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” i stated she looked away

“its not true right.” i asked tho i really hope its not

“Of course not!” she yelled and turned to face me

“Y/N i love you! i Love you so much. even if i was banned from seeing you i wouldn’t stop!” i yelled getting closer to her

“I love you too Phil! i just-” i cut her off with my lips 

“See you tomorrow?” i asked

“7:30.” she stated 

we kissed again

~*~*~*~*~*~*~Elizas pov~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Damn it pa.” My son yelled and stormed after his lover 

“Philip.” i stated and stood up.

“Alexander Hamilton! That was unacceptable! She’s a lovely young Lady. What the Hell is wrong with you.” i heard many gasps i cover my mouth i had never used strong language in front of my kids.

“She using him i will not let my son be seduced by a whore!” i gasped at his words.

“You know you didn’t have any money and my dad let you marry me!”

he stayed silent

“Now apologize to your son!” i said point towards the door.

“Fine.” he stated and got up and i followed him

we walked out side and heard yelling

“its not true right.” i heard Philip say

“Of course not!” she yelled

“Y/N i love you! i Love you so much. even if i was banned from seeing you i wouldn’t stop!” He yelled getting closer to her

“I love you too Phil! i just-” he cut her off with his lips

“See you tomorrow?” he asked

“7:30.” she stated

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Your pov~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“You look wonderful Darling.” Eliza gasped as you walked out she wanted you to get ready with her. 

“Thank you Eliza. i don’t think i could look this pretty if you didn’t help me.”

“Your mother wouldn’t help?”

You stayed silent  

“Are you okay hun.”

“uh my mom was murdered.. by my dad when i was 4.” 

she gasped and hugged you 

“Im sorry hun.”

“Its okay it was along time ago.”

“Mom philips ready!!”


“Come on hun.”

Philip was down the stairs waiting for you

you walked down and his mouth fell open 

“wow, you look… Wow.” was all he said but he held out his hand so you could grab it and you did

After Eliza toke pictures you guys were on your way


“Everyone thanks for coming to Senior Prom!!” the lady on stage Yelled 

“Its almost time for it to end sadly but we still have to announce Prom king and Queen.”  she said and everyone clapped

“Prom King is.” she Yelled as she open a piece of paper 

“Philip Hamilton.” she Yelled and i clapped and looked at Philip he looked shocked you pushed him and he walked and they put a crown on his head.

“Uh thanks?” he said

everyone laughed

“And the Queen is…” “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

You walked on stage and they put a tiara on your head 

“Uh thanks.” you mocked Phil

everyone laughed

“Time for the last dance.”  she yelled

You and Philip walked to the dance floor

You slid your arms around his neck and he slid his around your waist and he whispered in your ear

“To think… This wouldn’t have happened if weren’t Study buddy’s.”

“Yeah Study Buddys.”  

Behind the Walls (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 2,496

Warnings: Cursing!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: Sorry guys I came down with the flu and I wasn’t able to write after where I left off. Believe me I did not want to leave it there. Not sure about this one. Please leave comments

Tagging: @amxwxxld @confidentrose
AMAZING Artwork by

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                          - PART IX

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 4 326
summary it continues the story from the past parts , except my denial about stefan being gone kicked in big time so … oops. ;) also .. sorry matty :(
*not my gif*

Y/N woke up in the car , the window slightly open letting in the cool morning air inside. She squeezed her eyes a few times , willing them to open. The car was moving down a familiar road but for some reason she couldn’t place it at first.
“Morning beautiful.” said a male voice. Y/N turned in the direction the voice had come , finding Kai grinning at her.
Suddenly she remembered - he had used his magic on her , snapped her neck…
“Oh God …” she muttered and just glared at him.
“Ahh … you are mad at me.” Kai stated , he had seen this coming from a mile away.
“You are damn right , I am mad at you.” she said angrily , raising her voice with every word. “How could you do this ?! What if things had gone sideways , huh ? You keep pushing things , Kai … I was willing to overlook the fact you ignored me for 3 whole days since you came back , but THIS ?”
Never before he had used his magic against her , let alone causing her pain intentionally. Kai pulled over on the side of the road , taking a deep breath before turning towards her. He tried to touch her cheek , pull her close to him but Y/N pulled away.
“Don’t touch me.” she said angrily , getting out of the car. A split second later Kai was outside with her , pressing her body to the car. His eyes desperately trying to meet hers , but she kept avoiding his gaze.
“Please Y/N….” he said. “What was I supposed to do ? Put you in danger again like last time? You are the only person I ever cared about or loved … I had to protect you.”
Y/N turned towards him , trying very hard not to push him off her. Even after all this time , his tricks to make her forgive him still had effect on her except she wasn’t planing on letting him get his way this time.
“Don’t be angry at me…” he said his hand sliding around her waist pulling her closer to him as he leaned in , whispering in her ear. “Forgive me , please.” gently kissing her neck.
“You are an idiot…” she said pushing him off a few meters away. “My idiot…” she muttered. “Things have changed , Kai. THIS is not going to work anymore to get my forgiveness.”
Kai scoffed. “Oh really?” he vamp- ran towards her , smacking her into the car , boxing her in , his lips hungrily attacking hers, no space between their bodies. She tangled her fingers in his hair  kissing him back and pulling him close to her for a few moments before pushing him away. Oh , hell no. she thought.
Kai grinned. Just for a moment there , she had let go of her anger and he knew a little more time and she’d forgive him. He couldn’t lose her , not over this.
“You will forgive me. I know you will.” he said. “Get in the car. I’m taking you to buy you a drink.”
“What ? You think if you get me drunk all of this will magically go away ?” she said getting in and slamming the door behind her. Kai getting in a moment later.
“No. I just want to take my girl out for the evening , see her happy and show her how much I love her.” he said winking at her.
“Shut up..” she muttered smiling and glanced at him. Kai always got what he wanted , she knew she’d forgive him eventually and was just torturing him by refusing him.
Kai winked at her , kissing her in a surprise attack.
“You know I did what I did because I love you , right ? I love you more than you can imagine ,and I guess what they say is true - people do stupid things for love…” he took her hand , intertwining their fingers together. “I’m sorry for what I did. I truly am.”
Y/N looked into his eyes , filled with love , hope but also sadness ..and her heart broke.
Damn it …” she muttered , his eyes making her weak. “I forgive you , Kai… but don’t do things like these anymore okay ?”
He didn’t say a word , just leaned in to kiss her one more time before heading down the road again.

They got to the bar and even tho it was still early in the day , there were people there.. and a karaoke stage. Kai was so excited about doing a song Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He went on stage once dedicating the song to her , then they did shots and cocktails , laughing and kissing … pretty much drawing attention to themselves. At some point Kai had to compell the bartender to let them keep drinking , with both of them being vampires their tolerance was way up high. A few hours later Kai decided to do another song  while waiting for Y/N to come back - she had gone out looking for a real drink and he just didn’t feel like sitting alone at the bar.
Y/N walked outside the bar , looking around … all the things that had happened in the past 24hrs had drained her of all energy and the hunger was starting to take over. She closed her eyes and let her vampire senses take over.  There was a guy nearby , about to rob a store. Y/N opened her eyes and rushed in the direction of the screams , snatching the guy in a flash before anyone had had time to realise what was happening.
“Stealing ? Really ?” she said laughing at the guy’s confused expression. “Tell me , why were you robbing the store?” she compelled him.
“Because it’s easy money.” the guy said with a grin.
Y/N chuckled. “Yeah … sorry pal , maybe if it was for a sick kid or something un-selfish , I would’ve let you go… find another person to eat but…” she said smiling innocently at him. “Don’t scream.”
Purple - black veins  started to show under her eyes along with her fangs , the guy’s eyes widened and a moment later she sank her teeth into his neck , draining every last drop of his blood from his body. When she was finished , the guy’s lifeless body dropped on the ground. She wiped the blood off her face and headed back into the bar. Just as she was about to enter someone grabbed her hand , making her turn around.
“Damon?” she asked , her eyes widening. “What are you-”
“Payback’s a bitch , isn’t it Y/N?” Damon said before snapping her neck before she has had time to respond. He lifted her body and carried her inside , locking her in the storage closet near the entrance. “There you go.. Oh-kay. Now maybe you won’t cause any trouble.”

 *  *  *

The pain is not going away. Y/N thought as she had just finished another glass with bourbon. She couldn’t believe this was happening again. Her friends just didn’t understand how she could love Kai , how she could oversee all the things bad things he had done. Even after all this time and everything that had happened , they still didn’t want to even try. Her phone buzzed for the billionth time that night and she glanced  at the screen , tho it was absolutely useless considering she already knew exactly who’s name would be there.
BONNIE said the caller ID. Y/N clicked IGNORE again and motioned to the bar tender to pour her another glass.
“After this one , you are cut off.” the guy said.
Y/N just glared at him , her eyes literally shooting daggers at him. It would’ve been easy to compell him , she just wasn’t in the mood. Other things were occupying her mind. Damon had snapped her neck and with the help of his brother had kidnapped Kai , locked him away in the Armoury and then Bonnie had sent him to another Prison World… all the while she had been locked inside a storage closet with like 15 locks on it , which no doubt were added there by Damon to prevent her from getting out. By the time she had succeeded it was already too late.
A moment later she saw Bonnie walk through the Grill towards her.
“Did you come here to gloat ? To rub it in my face that you locked Kai away again just cuz you are too blind to see he was changing ?” Y/N said , very slightly slurring her words.
“No. I came here to check up on you.” Bonnie said calmly. “I am still your friend , even if you shut me and everyone else out. I got worried when you weren’t picking up your phone…”
“Spare me your symphathy , OK.” Y/N said taking a large sip from the glass. “I don’t wanna hear any more lies from you.”
“Y/N , Kai tried to kill the Lizzie and Josie … He had to be stopped.”
“Yeah , cuz you couldn’t just lock him in a normal cell… or at least give us the chance to leave this stupid town.” Y/N snapped at Bonnie. “You know what ? I’m done. I don’t want to spend another second listening to you … ”
Bonnie tried to touch her but Y/N swatted her hand away. Y/N was so angry at Bonnie and all of her former friends right in this moment , it was hard not ripping her heart out. Y/N knew the only way to get Kai back was Bonnie , only she knew where the new Ascendant was and how to bring him back or at least send her there.
“Bring. Him. Back. Bonnie…” she demanded standing up, looking menacingly at her… Y/N would’ve compelled her , but even in her semi-drunk state she knew that wasn’t an option since Bonnie was a witch. Compulsion wouldn’t have worked on her.
“No. Not going to happen.” Bonnie replied , her voice infuriatingly calm.
Y/N couldn’t control her anger anymore and  wrapped her hand around Bonnie’s neck , she didn’t even care that there were still a couple of people at the Grill.
“You seem to forget , I am a vampire now. It would be so easy for me to snap your neck right here…”
Just as Y/N was about to make her point again all the world went dark.

When Y/N woke up she was still at the Grill , laying on the cold floor. Every part of her body ached. She tried to stand up but the dizziness kept her down.
“Rise and shine…” someone said , a male voice. She didn’t recognise it at first but it sounder very familiar. She forced her eyes open and saw Damon standing over her.
“Aww come on. You can’t be THAT mad at me?” Damon said , a slight grin on his face.
“Do you want to bet on this ?” Y/N answered as she stood up , rubbing her neck. “You snapped my neck , clocked me in a supply closet with 15 locks on it !” she raised her voice , Damon smirking proudly of his achievements. “Kidnapped my boyfriend and used your little sidekick to send him away AGAIN ! And my guess is you snapped my neck last night ?”
Y/N was getting seriously tired of all this. Her friends always seemed to be on the opposite side of things. It was partially her fault - during the past 4 years she hard burned pretty much every bridge between her and them , turning them from friends into frenemies.
“I have a better idea.” Y/N said , catching Damon’s attention. “Convince Bonnie to let Kai out  … OR … I will flip my humanity switch again and make all of your lifes a living hell.” she said running her fingers through her hair. “Remember how much fun that was last time ?” she said smiling innocently.
“You reaallyyyyy are enjoying this , aren’t you? What is this ? Payback for all the things I did during those 4 years ?” she scoffed. “Need I remind you none of this would be happening if it wasn’t for you and Bonnie. I’d still be human and have a chance at a family with Kai , who wouldn’t have gone off killing his entire coven if you hadn’t ditched him in 1903. How can you judge him , Damon? Tell me. Explain it to me. You have done things far worse than he has!”
“Debatable. You are not thinking clearly , Y/N …” Damon said.
“I am , believe me.” she said , taking in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Maybe it was time to take a different approach and appeal to his humanity , tho she doubted he had any left.  "Look Damon , I need to at least say goodbye to him.“ Y/N pleaded. “I love him. Sure you at least understand THAT… ” she trailed off. “You took him away from me three times. You OWE me at least a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to him.”
Damon , grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and poured himself a drink , ignoring her every word clearly knowing her words were lies.
Y/N nodded to herself. “Fine , then” she said and in a whoosh she snapped Damon’s neck. “It’s time for Plan B.”
She stepped over his body and took the drink Damon had poured for himself. She sat on the bar , drinking until the bottle was empty then grabbed her leather jacket and walked outside. She stopped right outside , taking in the fresh air closing her eyes for a moment before flipping the humanity switch. Y/N was going to get Kai back , no matter what she had to do… and she already had a plan and a surprise new ally.

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The Joker x Reader “Frenemy”

Brace yourselves, you’re not in Arkham anymore. What the hell is this place anyway? And why didn’t your men find you yet? Unless…they can’t.

You and J were at Arkham for 3 weeks. At least you assume he was there because after the two of you got caught you were separated. About four nights ago they came into your cell, covered your head with a hood and after you felt the sting from the injection in your arm you passed out and woke up…here.

It’s a strange place, different than any other prison you’ve been incarcerated before. You have chains on your arms and legs, bolted to the floor but long enough so you can move around. The cell’s bars are not electrified, but heated. It gets so hot that you have to stay in the corner of your room and you still feel like you’re melting. From time to time they turn off that accursed heat and you can actually come closer towards the hallway and look around, just like now.

Your eyes move left and right, trying to see if you can spot anything at all. Suddenly, you hear steps approaching. Your heart stops and you let out a deep sigh of relief when you notice two guards walking alongside the Joker. He has a straitjacket on and seems deep in thought, intensely staring at the floor.

“J !!!! J!!!” you shout, reaching out your left hand through the bars. His eyes widen with surprise and that smirk you missed so much creeps up on his face.

“Princess, you’re here!”

Out of the blue, he pushes himself into the guards, making them fall on their knees and rushes to kiss your hand.

“Muah, hi baby doll,” he grins, purring when you stroke his cheek. “Where’s your ring?”

“They took it back at Arkham,” you pout, upset you don’t have it anymore. In the meantime, the wards picked themselves up, cussing up a storm and are already pulling the Joker away, kicking him a few times while he just laughs.

“You insane son of a bitch, you’ll pay for this!” one of them threatens, annoyed.

“Byyyyee Princess! Don’t worry, I’ll get you another ring,” it’s the last thing you hear before he’s gone.

For the first time in so long you sleep through the night. If he’s here with you, nothing else truly matters.


They turned on the heat in your bars again. It’s so hot but you stay close to the corridor for hours anyway, wanting to see the Joker again. You’re starting to lose hope when you observe he’s coming towards your confinement, this time guarded by four men, probably to make sure that what he did yesterday won’t happen again.

You feel your body on fire from the warmth you were so near by all day, but you don’t care. J sees you and winks, abruptly stopping in front of your cell:

“I want to talk to my wife!” he demands, cracking his neck.

“Move it, you bastard!!!” one of the guards violently pushes him so he will start walking again. “You don’t get to make any demands, this is not Arkham. Move it I said!”

The Joker struggles in his jacket and tries to step back towards you again.

“I said I want to talk to my wife!” For his rebellion he gets punched in the face so hard you hear the bone crack. You gasp.

“Auch, that hurt,” he snickers, moving his jaw sideways so he can readjust it.

“Baby, are you ok?” you ask, concerned, even if you know he had so much worse before. He doesn’t get to answer; the guy that hit him yells at you, irritated:

“Shut up, you bitch!”

You see the Joker’s expression changing from smug to blind rage and he charges at the ward, knocking him down and stumping on his chest a few times before the others stop him.

“Don’t talk to my woman like that!” he growls, still trying to fight. The damage he inflicted is not too severe because the guards wear heavy gear, but the guy is pissed beyond limits now.

“Hold him still!” he grunts. “You psychotic freak, I’m gonna…”

“Darren, stop it! What the hell are you doing?” the guy that seems to be in charge inquires.

“But Jo, we can’t let him…”

“You mean to call me sir? We really don’t go by ranks here but I am still your superior. Let’s stop this nonsense and get back to our business.”

“Yes, Sir! “ he mutters, grinding his teeth, unhappy he can’t get revenge for the moment. “Let’s go, you God damn crazy lunatic!” Darren yells and they drag J away while he squirms, trying to look back at you.

You fall asleep on your mattress, thinking about the Joker, wondering what they might do to him for that transgression.


The sound of the heavy gate of your cell sliding to the side wakes you up.

“Don’t try anything funny, I‘m not in the mood today,” one of the three guards hisses at you while unlocking your chains, wanting to place you in the straitjacket. Like you care he’s not in the mood. You try to claw their faces and slap them, not wanting to let them do what they want. They forcefully push you back and pin you to the wall, finally managing to strap you inside the garment. You keep on screaming and struggling like a caged animal, which prompts the tallest guy to squeeze you against the wall with all his strength. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him:

“Hey, hey, listen to me: you’ll be able to see him where I take you, so calm the fuck down, ok?”

“You’re wasting your time Jo, she doesn’t know how to play nice.”

“Shut up, I’m talking to her! And you guys better get used to call me Sir!!” His attention turns towards you again. “What do you, say, hmm? Be good and you’ll see him…yes?”

You take a few deep breaths and you shake your head in approval.

“Good girl,” he smiles, satisfied of his little victory, releasing you from his hold. “I got her, boys; you can go back to your stations. Shall we, Misses J?”


You are taken to a place that resembles a medical ward. You enter a small room full of medical equipment and gulp when you realize the Joker’s unconscious body is lying on a stretcher behind the glass panel separating the two chambers.

“What did you do to him?!!!” you shout, rushing at the large window. “J !!! J !!” Of course he can’t hear you.

“What the hell happened, Darren? He was fine when I left,” the tall guy inquires, exasperated.

“Well, Jo -sorry, I meant Sir-” he sarcastically replies, “we are here to punish them, not to try and cure them. We are not Arkham. You know that we are sent all the hopeless cases, the worse of the worse out there. Nobody cares what happens to them after they get to us. This is their last stop and we are Gods here. NO RULES! And let me tell you, sweetheart,” he suddenly comes and whispers in your ear,” that crazy nutjob of yours can take a loooottttt of voltage. Jeez Louise, I had to turn it really high to mess him up.” Your vision blackens with indignation.

Before you attempt to rip his throat with your teeth, Jo grabs Darren and smashes him to the floor, panting.

“You have no clearance to do such things, we are not Gods and this is not your playground!!! You guys are really getting out of hand and I’m sick of it! I didn’t go through hell and back in the army just to end up dealing with the likes of you. We DO have rules even if we are off the grid. Stop your shit!”

You watch the commotion with big eyes, not really knowing what to make out of it. Since they are not paying attention to you for the moment, you take advantage of the situation and fastly lean over the table to your left, grabbing the small razor blade on top of it with your lips. You hide it under your tongue and you feel the nip of its edge cutting your gum. So sharp.

“Fine, fine, got it! Jeez, Jo, you are no fun!” Darren complains and Jo gets off him. “We were just messing around, all right?” Jo rolls his eyes and helps the jerk up.

“Just stop your shit you guys, that’s all I ask. I am responsible for your actions, don’t forget that!”

“Yes, sir!” Darren grins. “What about his woman? Can we have some fun with her at least? I’ll let you go first.”

Jo puckers his lips, feeling he hates his job more with every second that passes:

“We are not rapists! Did you flippin’ hear anything I said so far?!”

“Who said anything about rape? She’s gonna like it, won’t you Misses J? I mean, come on, sweetheart, you didn’t have any since you got captured and it’s been a while. The green haired bastard won’t mind, he’s out cold. Lemme see that Property of J  tattoo above your…” he pulls down on your sweatpants and you kick him in the balls, snarling, taking him by surprise. But with his gear on, he doesn’t feel a thing.

“You stupid slut, how dare you?!”

He wants to punch you but Jo’s gun clicking to his temple stops him.


Darren raises his hands in surrender, sulking.

“I was just joking; don’t you know a joke when you hear it?! Come on, man, I was just messing around.”

“Take her back to her cell,” the tall guy commands, lowering his gun. “I have some things to take care of in block H, will you people behave while I’m gone?”

“Of course, sir!” Darren salutes, suddenly very serious.

Jo leaves and Darren knocks you out unconscious as soon as he’s alone with you.


“Y/N, hey, Princess, wake up! Wake up!” you hear J’s familiar voice as you struggle to come back to your senses. You blink a few times before you open your eyes and realize you are back in your jail, the Joker chained up in his jacket on the opposite wall from yours.

“Hi, Doll,” he smirks, “I was afraid you won’t wake up. Can you get over here? My neck is chained to the wall.”

“Oh my God, baby, are you ok?” you ask him, whimpering, and you shakily get up on your feet to walk towards him. Dammit, you still have the jacket on also.

“I have such a splitting headache, Kitten,” he groans, scrunching up his face in a grimace. It must be really bad because he never complains about pain. He realizes you’re upset because of what he said. Your chains rattle as you softly  kick his ankles so he can move them aside and make room for you. You drop on your knees between his legs and cuddle to his chest. How you wish you could hug him.

“Say, Y/N, what do you say we get some of these chains for ourselves when we get out of here? You’re such a turn on, they look…ravishing on you.”

“Shut up, J, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sniffle, lifting your head to kiss his neck above the chain. You feel him really tense. “I was really worried about you, my…beautiful fallen angel,” you gently peck his cheek now, trying to lighten the mood.

“U-hummm,” he agrees, smiling.

“My handsome Prince of Crime,” you giggle, kissing his cheek again.

“Go on,” he squirms in his jacket, shoving himself more into you.

“My sexy daddy,” you whisper in his ear, “I missed you so much…” Your tone changed and he knows why.

“Don’t cry on me, Princess, you know I freak out when you do it,” he mutters, hating to know you’re distressed. “Hey, I have an itch, help me scratch it.”

“Where?” you back out for a few moments to look at him, not being able to stop a few tears.

“I have an itch that only you can scratch,” he winks at you and you start laughing through tears.

“Stop it, J ” you elbow him and then you reach for his face, resting your cheek on his. “Baby, you’re burning up!” You touch his other cheek with your face and it feels so hot.

“I’m good, don’t worry, it will go away, hmm? Stop crying? Please?” he begs when he notices the tears in your eyes again.

You take a deep breath and try to shake away the heavy feeling that overcomes you. You hate it yourself; you’re usually not like this. But it’s all because he’s your only weakness and if he’s not safe, you feel defeated.

“I have something for you,” you tell him, kissing him roughly.

“That’s a good something,” he purrs, savoring the kiss. You use your tongue to push the blade in his mouth and his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re giving him.

“Baby doll, don’t you need it? Keep it for yourself,” he breaths on your mouth, panting.

“No, you might need it more,” you bite his upper lip, staring in his blue eyes.

You are being watched from the control room.

Some of the guards gathered there after Darren put the two of you in your cell. He thinks it should be fun because nothing ever happens and it’s boring.

“We’re going to get in trouble for this, under no circumstances are there supposed to be two prisoners in the same room.”

“Yeah, whatever, who cares? I wanted to see what these freaks will do. I am so tempted to go and take them out of their jackets just to see if they get it on. I bet they are into some kinky shit, am I right?” Darren smacks his lips, excited.

A few guys snort, some burst out laughing.

“Man, that’s bad idea. I wouldn’t set those lunatics free,” a guard sighs, instinctively touching his gun.  

“We can get in trouble for this, Darren,” another one snickers. “Our Boss…,” he whines in a high pitch voice, making the others laugh again, “…wants to have rules where there are really none. What the hell is wrong with him, guys? He’s been here 6 months and still wants to play by the book.”

“We don’t though so fuck him,” Darren hums. “Since he’s going to be in block H for a while, why don’t we have some more fun and implement the sterilization procedure on these two?”

“Darren, don’t push it, you need level 70 authorization level to perform the procedure. Even if you’re a surgeon, you’re only level 58,” someone reminds him.

“Close enough,” he lifts his shoulders, amused. “I am just performing an act here for the greater good. If they by some miracle ever get out of here, (which they won’t), we don’t want them to reproduce. We don’t need more crazy assholes around, am I right? I’m gonna start with her, ladies first. Who wants to help out?”


Jo was messing around with his paperwork in block H, keeping an eye on the surveillance cameras all around the prison. That’s when he noticed Darren and 8 more guards rushing in your cell and dragging you and the Joker out of there.

“Wha…what the hell is he doing in her cell?” his first thought is, then as you are being taken to the medical unit, he starts to get restless.

“What in the name of the Almighty are they doing now? They have no authorization to do anything like that,” he growls to himself, rushing out of the office and starting to run back to block A where you are kept.


You are tight up to the hospital bed and J is restrained in a chair, still spitting up blood after he bit a ward’s neck with his teeth on your way there, using the blade you gave him for sure. You don’t know if that’s his blood also. He wouldn’t care if he cut himself in the process anyway.

Darren is fumbling around with a bunch of medical supplies, grunting with annoyance.
“You two think you are still in control? Like you were in Gotham? You’re not! Your henchmen will never find you. Ever! After I’m done with you you’ll beg for mercy, you crazy sons of bitches. Hey, Mister J” he ironically smiles, “your woman will never be able to bear a child. And you’ll get to watch. Fun, ha? And then she’ll get to watch while I make sure you never get a chance to…Boys, why are you still here?” he snaps at the other wards. “I wanna be alone with them now, I don’t need help anymore. Chop-chop, back to your business, let’s not waste time.”

“Are you sure, Darren? I’m not completely certain we should be involved in this. Jo will get us all in trouble, mark my words.”

“Just go, I got it! I’ll take full responsibility if needed, ok? Pussies! Nobody will do anything because these are not prisoners in a normal prison. This is our kingdom.”

You and the Joker don’t make a sound; you just look at each other, breathing erratically. J is fighting to lose his chains, but there’s no point: he can’t escape. And you can’t move at all, they made sure of it. You don’t want to say anything, but the frustration and fear building inside of you makes you cry out:

“J, don’t let him!! Please!!! Don’t let him!”

Not being able to help you drives him insane. He starts to see red spots in front of his eyes and that only happens when he’s pushed to the limit.

The door being kicked makes you jump and you see the tall guy they call Jo rushing in with his pistol pointed towards Darren.

“Step aside, Darren! Get away from that bed! What are you doing now, hm? Sterilization? On whose authority? You need level 70 clearance for it!”

Darren just bites the inside of his cheek, not answering.

“I really hate this job, you know that? I’m starting to think you guys are worse than all of them. I didn’t sign up for this kind of crap.” Jo takes the safety off his gun.

“You wouldn’t dare, sir,” Darren mocks, tilting his head to the side. “You always play by the rules.”

Jo’s eyes brighten with content:

“There are no rules here, right? We don’t exist. WE ARE GODS! And here is my resignation!” the gun shut and the body thudding to the ground makes you exhale deeply and you feel your muscles relaxing a little bit. Jo looks at you and the Joker, debating on what to do. The weird silence and exchange of looks between the three of you lasts for a few good seconds until Jo pulls out his knife and cuts your ropes, then he gets the keys from Darren’s dead body and frees the Joker.

You run into J’s arms and hug him tight; you sure thought you’ll never get to touch him again. He growls and kisses your forehead, barely realizing his mouth is still bleeding. He swallows with difficulty, it sure hurts like hell.

“Follow me,” Jo signals you with his hand and the Joker grabs your arm, pulling you as you try to walk as fast as you can.

“Can we trust him?” you whisper so J can hear you.

“I don’t know, but what do we have to loose Princess?” the Joker whispers back, not really wanting to talk because of the pain.

You walk a lot of dark, lonely corridors and go up and down so many stairs; it’s a real maze in here.

“Hey,” you shout at the soldier.

“Stttt, keep your voice down and walk faster,” he advices, signaling you to come closer as you wait at a corner to see if anybody’s coming. “I think it’s clear but let’s wait a few more seconds,” he demands.

“Your name is Jo, right?” you ask in low voice while J is protectively hugging you from behind, waiting for the signal to start moving again.

“Yes, I go by Jo, but my name is Jonny, Jonny Frost.

You barely can contain your giggle.

“Frost, Frost, Frost… Frosty!” you repeat, “what a cool name, isn’t baby?” you address the Joker and he just smiles,pleased something made you happy so fast after your ordeal.

Jonny is absent minded, watching the pathway and signals you again to follow him. He gets you in an elevator that keeps on going up and up. No words are spoken. You just hold on really tight to the Joker’s hand, analyzing Jonny. After about 30 minutes the ascension stops and you get off on a small ramp.
“Help me with this!” he grunts, trying to open the hatch in front of him and you and J aid. The hissing sound lets you know you’re almost out of there. A strong hit wave washes all over you as you step outside in the sand.

“Welcome to Sahara,” Frost finally utters, stopping in his tracks, trying to adjust to the debilitating temperature. ”We are almost out of this place, let’s go!” he encourages you to follow him yet one more time.

As you walk behind him shielding your eyes from the scorching sun with one hand and holding J with the other, you pull him close and mumble:

“Can we keep him?”

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people are saying Limbo is such a good game like bitch I just tried playing it and it’s ragey as fuck??? Like ok its creepy and shit but like these fucking puzzles they start you over again and again and for real fuck that game

Illya Request

Yay!! So my imagine is where the reader is a CIA agent and she is also friends with Napoleon so when Waverly introduces her to the team Napoleon immediately recognizes her and he also recognizes the Illya is looking at her like she hung the stars. Then a few months later Gabby starts to tease the reader about her crush on Illya while Napoleon is doing that same to him about the reader. Then we get to now where the reader is seriously hurt and just as Illya finds her she passes out. Then while she is in a coma she hears Illya tell her that he loves her, then like a day later or something she wakes up and tell him that she loves him to.

*6 months ago*

“Agent Y/L/N,” you looked away from the agents who were telling you how they were combing the site.

“Yes,” you looked the man up and down. “How can I help you?”

“My name is Waverly. I have a proposition for you. Can we talk somewhere in private?”

“Come find me if we find the records of his international sales,” you told an agent near you. “How can I help you Mr. Waverly?”

“You graduated top of your class in the academy. Got picked up by the CIA right out of the academy and quickly rose in their ranks. You’re one of the best, possibly the best, in the CIA. To be frank, I need you on my team.”

“Your team?” You two stood in the corner away from your agents as the combed the place and spoke about his team. “You have yourself a deal Mr. Waverly.”


“Welcome Team,” Waverly greeted the room of his agents as he walked into the hotel conference room, “I have some exciting news,” he spoke in a monotone voice. “We are adding a new member on the team.”

“Where is this new member,” Gabby spoke up.

“She will be here any second.” As soon as Waverly spoke you opened the door to the conference room. “Ah, here she is. Team, this is Agent-”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Napoleon finished and stood up. “Long time no see. How are you,” he shook your hand and gave you a quick hug.

“Did Solo just hug someone,” Gabby whispered to Illya.

“Wait, you’re on the team now,” Solo asked and you nodded.

“Solo, Y/L/N, I see you are previously acquainted,” Waverly asked.

“Unfortunately,” you joked. As you took your seat and were introduced to the rest of the team Solo noticed Illya’s stare at you. He looked at you like he was looking at the stars in the sky.

*4 months ago*

“Y/N, tell me, when are you going to tell Illya about your infatuation with him,” Gabby nonchalantly asked.

You laughed it off, “What are you talking about Gabby?”

“Please, I’m a master liar too I know when you lie. It’s obvious that you like him. Man up and ask him out already!”’

In the next room Napoleon and Illya were having a similar conversation.

“Peril,” Solo took a drink from his whiskey, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Do I want to know?”

Solo rolled his eyes, “I’ve been thinking about what kind of date you should take Y/N on. I know she likes Chinese, her favorite flower is a sunflower and-”

“What, no. What date are you talking about,” Illya stopped him.

“Modern day Russian Romance. The Peril and the top CIA agent.”

“I do not know what you mean.”

“I’ve seen how you’ve looked at her since the day she joined the team. Just get it over with and tell her like you feel.”


“I need help,” you yelled into your com. “I’ve got a wave of 5 agents coming at me and I have two bullets left.”

“I’m coming Y/N. Sit tight!” You heard Illya yell. You couldn’t stay in your spot though. The agents came in hot and you had to spring into action. You fought and killed two of the agents, have one knocked out, but there were still two left with plenty of bullets. You hit the gun from one of the men’s hands but a stabbing pain in the stomach stopped you. You looked down and saw blood pooling out of your stomach. You collapsed and saw the two men standing over you. The one with the gun raised his pistol to your head. You looked down the barrel but nothing came even though you heard a bang ring out. Another one followed and the two men crumpled where they stood.

“Y/N,” the voice was muffled. “Y/N, stay with me.” But your eyes closed and all you saw and felt was darkness.

“She lost a lot of blood, Peril,” you could make out Solo’s voice. “Doctor said she flatlines on the table but that she’s stabilized now. She’s in a coma and they aren’t sure when she’ll wake up.”

“Why don’t you and Gabby go back to the hotel. I think I will stay here.”

“You’ve haven’t left since she was admitted. Why don’t you take a night off?”

“No. I will stay here with Y/N.” You could hear the faint sound of a door closing. “You have to wake up, Y/N. I love you. Please wake up.” Everything faded again.

You felt your senses hit you at once. You slowly opened your eyes and shut them quickly as the light hit your eyes. Once they adjusted you looked around the room you were in and the IV’s that were in your arms. You tried to move and felt a pain shoot through your abdomen, your instinct was to gasp. The mass in the chair next to you jolted forward and mumbled something in Russian. “Y/N,” you saw it was Illya. He sat forward in his chair. “Are you ok? I’ll get a nurse,” he opened the door and yelled for a nurse before you could reply.

A nurse came in and checked you before she left saying she’d get your doctor. “What’s the last thing you remember,” Illya asked you.

“Looking down the barrel of a gun. And, you. I remember hearing your voice. You said…” you stopped not knowing if you had imagined it or not.

“What did you hear me say?”

“I heard you say you loved me.” You looked at his face and it told you that you hadn’t imagined it. You reached and took his hand in yours. “I love you to, Illya.”

“Really?” You nodded your head. “After you get out of this hospital I would like to take you to restraunt.”

“I’d like that.” You looked at your nightstand and saw a vase of sunflowers sitting right by you. “These are beautiful. Sunflowers are my favorite,” you told him.

“I know,” he smiled at you and the twinkle in your eyes as you looked at them.

Breakfast With A Monster [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: hi sorry to bother but i saw you lost your asks, so can i send my request again? one where is the reader’s birthday or something and evil!barry takes their daughter and they prepare a surprise for her? she gets really happy bc barry was never one for romantic gestures

a/n: ok but the fluff tho….

Barry has never been a deep sleeper. Especially since his daughter was born. So, when he wakes up at six a.m., face to face with a monster, he tries not to groan. His eyes blink open to see his three year old daughter hopping up and down, puny pointer finger pressed to her lips. Screwing his eyes shut, he tugs the striped comforter off himself, careful not to wake you.

His bare feet come into contact with the cold stone floor and he pushes himself off the bed, fixing his white t-shirt that’s slipping from his shoulder. The little girl pads down the hallway, deep purple fuzzy covered feet not making a noise. Yawning, he scrubs the sleep from his face, following his daughter slowly. It’s too early.

When he’s far enough away from the bedroom, he sinks to Y/D/N’s level, blinking. She waits for him to see. Oh, and he does. Behind her is a mess of random food; eggs cracked on the kitchen counter, yoke seeping into the draws, flower scattered across the floor, milk dripping off the table, creating a pool in the flower. It’s like a food fight went on in the middle of the night.

Before Barry can even ask, the three year old shoves her palm in front of his mouth. The dark purple onesie is half unzipped in the middle of the big green circle, so it sags in front of her chest, and the hood with one eye falls onto one of her shoulders. “Mommy’s bifhday today!” she stage whispers, looking at her daddy with big blue eyes. “Pa’ca’s!” she points, puffing her chubby cheeks.

A smile creeps on his face and he stands up, zooming around and cleaning the kitchen. After everything’s clean, he picks up the little girl, setting her on his hip, above his striped gray and white boxers. “Ask daddy first next time, buttercup.” he mumbles, placing her on a chair, “You and me can make pancakes together, but you gotta help me. I’m not a chef.”

She claps her hands, watching her daddy speed away, coming back with a light blue hair tie. Quickly, he throws her light brown hair into a makeshift ponytail, lifting the chair to the counter. His hand grabs the pancake mix from the cabinet, opening the box and putting the bag of mix in front of her. Yawning, he picks up the last of the milk, a plastic yellow bowl, and a couple eggs.

“Okay, help daddy pour.” he instructs after ripping the bag open. He feels her little hands on his, lifting them, and the mix, to the bowl. It creates a mountain of brown powder. “Now we need milk.” he whispers, handing her the half gallon carton. With his help, she splashes the liquid in. Then he does the eggs to save time. “Here, honey, help daddy mix.” he says softly, sticking the wooden spoon in the bowl. She grins, grabbing the top of the handle, circling the spoon with his help.

He takes care of the frying pan, but lets her pour the mix and flip the pancakes over; mouth opening and closing as she concentrates. Grinning he flops four of them on a plate going towards the fridge - “I do! I do!” she pouts, nudging her daddy out of the way. Reaching up, her hand just touches the fridge handle, wrapping around it and pulling, her body moves back and she squeezes her eyes shut.

Maybe Barry yanks it open, maybe not, but she giggles, snatching the syrup off the rack. Her messy ponytail sways back and forth as she runs to the bedroom, hood flapping up and down. Barry follows suit, plate of pancakes in hand. “Mommy! Mommy! ‘Ake up!” she beams, watching you blink slowly. “BIFHDAY!” she yells, waving the syrup.

With one hand, he picks her up, setting her on the bed; she crawls to you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your cheek. Barry grins, sitting down and putting the plate in your lap. “Happy birthday, babydoll.” he mumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.

“Aww, you guys… I love you.” you smile, happy tears in your eyes. Your daughter shoves the bottle in your face, making Barry laugh. “Thank you, little monster.” you giggle, tickling her stomach; she shys away.

Rubbing his eyes, Barry gazes at you, “And I’ll have your present in-” he checks the time, “ten hours. When the store closes.” he smirks, kissing your lips again.


Today I got up early because my friend Alli asked me to appear in the music video for her new song called “Roll ‘em up” she told me that I had to wear jean shorts, so I decided to wear a black laced bralette with some ripped jean shorts and my black ankle boots and I also brought a grey sweater just in case I got a little chilly.

When I was ready I took my car keys and left to the set. As soon as I got there Alli found me and walked towards me with Madison behind her “Y/N!” They both exclaimed hugging me tightly and I couldn’t help but laugh as I hugged them back “Come on we gotta introduce you to the boys” Madison said as she dragged me to some boys leaning back at the blue car. The brunette one was Madison’s boyfriend, I knew that from the Instagram pictures she has “Boys, this is Y/N, Y/N this are my boyfriend Gilinsky” she said resting her arm in the brunette’s shoulder. A point for me “and Johnson” She pointed at the blonde one. Really cute if I say so myself “Sup?” I said casually “Hey, cute name” The blonde one awkwardly flirted smiling and I smiled back. “Nice hat” I flirted back smiling mischievously

“Oh yeah I forgot, you need to wear this” Alli said handing me a jean jacket with pink letters at the back that said “Pink Ladies” I chuckled “This is a new level of ridiculousness, even for you Alli” I teased and she gently punched my shoulder “Oh, shush, their cute” She replied playfully.


“Now for this scene I need Y/N and Johnson in the back seats of the car” The director instruct us, Johnson kindly opened the door for me to get in “Thanks J” I said getting inside “You’re welcome pretty lady” He flirted and I blushed slightly as I pulled myself aside so he could also get in, closing the door behind him. “Ok guys I need you to just mess around a little bit, kinda like a flirting way” “Which won’t be difficult since they’ve been doing it all day long!” Alli exclaimed from the distance and I stretched out to the window to show Alli my middle finger jokingly “I love you too honey” she sarcastically said and J and I laugh as I got back in my place putting my hands together to make my laugh quieter but it didn’t worked at all.

After we stopped laughing I realized he had rest his arm on my shoulder and I grinned at him “What?” He asked playing innocent “You are such a flirter” I said and he smiled “No, I’m not” He said chuckling “Liar” “Ok I may flirt with you, but you can’t deny that you flirt back” I grinned “Shut up” I mumbled pushing him slightly.

For the next scene we had to be in the restaurant, again I was with Johnson and we sat in front of each other as some staff guy placed a chocolate milkshake with two straws in it on the table. We tried to fight the urge to laugh but we couldn’t, it was just too funny, and eventually when the director told us to we leaned forward to our straws to drink it, we looked in to each other’s eyes and we smiled and finally the scene was over.


I was staring at Y/N chatting with Alli and Madison when Gilinsky started talking “You wouldn’t dare to kiss her” He said casually, I turned back at him confused “Why do you say that?” I asked clearly confused and Gilinsky cocked and eyebrow at me “Would you?” He asked “Yeah” I replied confidently and he crossed his arms and smiled playfully “Ok, then go over there and kiss her” He said pointing at the girls “In front of them?” I asked loosing confidence in my voice he nod and rest his hand in my shoulder “I’ll tell you what, you go over there kiss her, and ask her on a date, if she agrees I’ll pay for the date if she declines I’ll clean the house for a month” he offers, I looked at her before taking a deep breath and nodding.

I walked calmly towards her trying to forget that Madison and Alli are there. Finally when I’m right in front of her I kiss her softly, wrapping my arms around her waist and she cupped my cheeks with her hands deepening the kiss until we pulled apart “Would you go on a date with me?” I asked her as she now wrapped her arms around my neck “Of course” She said instantly “Pick you up at 8?” She bite her lip “Can’t wait” I place a quick peck on her lips before go to Gilinsky ones more.

“Damn dude” He said and I shrugged smiling like an idiot “Told ya” I replied playfully triumphant



Originally posted by hardyness

Summary: It’s about to be a big holiday for reader and the Solo triplets want to do something special for it. Learning more about the occasion the boys try to concot a special surprise for reader before she comes over that evening.

A/N: I definitely wrote this fic mostly for my thirsty ass haha, but of course also for all you to enjoy as well! Feel free to just mentally imagine it as another holiday if you so wish while you’re reading. I tried to keep good chunks of it ambiguous. It is kinda assumed in this fic that reader is with Kylo, though it could also be read as being with all of them, or platonically whichever you prefer. Also, to any of my fellow Muzzie readers, Eid Mubarak! May you all have a wonderful three days with friends and family :) 

(All credit for the Triplet!AU goes to @thirst-order-confessions )

Warnings: Language, brief visit to poultry farm 

Walking out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes with one hand and holding his glasses with the other, Matt made his way into the dark living room. As he lowered his hand from his eye however, he noticed a glowing light on the couch. Arching a brow he carefully put on his glasses once again. As his eyes adjusted to the dark setting of the room he realized it was Kylo, sitting with a deeply focused look on his face staring into the blaring bright screen of his laptop. Kylo was almost undistinguishable due to his all black attire. Looking to the clock on their oven, reading 5:32 AM, Matt made his way over.

“What are you doing up?”

Looking from the screen momentarily Kylo looked at Matt before returning his attention to the screen.


“Are you turning into a hypochondriac?”

Huffing a faint chuckle Kylo shook his head.

“No, I’m doing research on something else.”

Sitting next to him on the couch, Matt peered at the screen for a moment, only to raise his brows.

“You woke up at this hour to research a holiday? Why?”


“Ohh yeah.”

Biting his lip in concentration Kylo opened another article, intently scanning the page. He was genuinely curious about the holiday when you abruptly announced that you would be occupied for a few days because of it. Of course hearing your disheartment that this year you wouldn’t be able to go see your family for it, Kylo felt obligated to do something. He knew you valued the time of going to see your extended family to celebrate. Your parents tried to make it special, but they could only do so much. 

“…I wanna do something for her.”

“Like what?”

Kylo continued scrolling as he ceased knawing at his lip.

“I don’t know, she’s coming over for dinner tonight, thought maybe I could throw something together.”

Matt nodded, releasing a soft yawn.

“We could do that. Shouldn’t be that hard.”

Kylo nodded finally making eye contact with his brother.

“Yeah but there’s certain things we have to do for it too. It has to be special.”

Matt nodded in response, eyes almost shut again as he tried to stay focused on Kylo. 

“Ok. So once Ben is up we can go get started.”

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Please don’t cry (Request)

Hey guys, so this was requested by a ridiculously patient anon that had to deal with my annoying questions on exactly what she wanted X3 Thanks for the patience and…



Prompt:  Can I request a EITM  BMP(a fluffy one) where the MC gets notified that her mom dad and little sister died in a car crash so she has no family left and she starts losing weight and crying herself to sleep and the ayakashi princes comfort her?

Prologue:  You were distraught. Never before had you experienced such pain. You had lost every member of your family. Your mum, your dad…your little sister…and you were inconsolable. Every day was spent in your room, crying. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t design…you couldn’t even force a smile anymore…and he just didn’t know what to do…

Wilfred: “_________?” He whispered as he edged towards your trembling body. “H-How are you feeling?” Gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder, sitting down next to you as you lay under the covers, tears streaming quietly down your face. “…” Your silence was killing him, but he knew that there was nothing he could do but keep you company. So he simply sat there, patting your shoulder as you cried. After some time, you emerged from the bed and sat up next to him. He stood and turned to look at you, smiling lovingly. “Wilfred..” you whispered before collapsing into his warm body, wrapping your arms around his waist as you nuzzled into his hard abdomen, seeking condolence from his soothing warmth. Silently, he wrapped his arms around you as you continued to cry into his shirt. You were still crying, but at least you weren’t crying by yourself anymore…and that was all that mattered. “I’ll always be here for you __________. Always.

Keith: He watched helplessly from the sidelines, unsure how to make you feel better. He was never good with words…and when it came to you, saying the wrong thing was so much scarier. But, after a week of all nighters and hard work on top of his duties, he finally arrived at your door, a plan in mind. “Princess?” You looked up to see some form of puppet poking in through the door. It’s voice was high and strange but you knew instantly that it was Keith. Curious, you looked up, wiping tears away. “Please don’t cry Princess…or at least…please don’t cry alone…Keith is so sad to see you suffering alone..so please share your pain with him…” You saw the hand controlling the puppet make it bow in a pout…or at least try to. Seeing his adorable fail, you couldn’t help but giggle through your tears, letting the grief leave you for a while. Sheepishly, you saw his head poke through the door as he smiled at you, red-faced. You smiled gently as he strided to your place on the bed. “H-How are you feeling..” he asked cautiously, pausing in front of you. “Much better…thank you Keith.” You stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck, savouring his warmth and silently thanking him, grateful that he would be there to help you cope,

Bonus: “Haha…so what is that?” you asked, pointing to his hand, still clothed in the mysterious puppet. “W-What?! Isn’t it obvious?! It’s a lion!!” “A-A lion?!” you burst out laughing as the blood rose to his cheeks. “S-Shut up! It’s not very good but…I tried my best ok?” You giggled, smiling up at him. “I know…” and with that, you reached up to kiss him. Until then, you didn’t think you’d be able to smile ever again but…thanks to him…you could.

Roberto: Seeing you in such a depressed state, he had lost his usual cheer and joking demeanor. His concentration on work was even worse than before as all he could think about was the pain you were going through…and it broke his heart. Every night, as you lay there, crying yourself to sleep, he would open your door just a crack, to check on you…until one night, you heard the door creak. “R-Roberto?” You looked up, speaking through your tears. Slowly, he edged the door open and smiled sheepishly at you. “Hi _______…h-how are you feeling?” He looked nervous and was cautious not to step on the wrong stone, but you simply smiled weakly at him. “I’m feeling much better now but…will you stay with me for a while?” You saw him visibly relax as he gave you a small smile. “Of course.” He padded over to you as you lay back down. Gently, he slipped into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face into his broad chest, quietly wetting his shirt with tears. He knew that there wasn’t much he could do…but you were letting him in when you were most vulnerable…and that, to him, was more than enough. Feeling you in his arms, he felt a load of stress wash away along with your tears as he continued to pat you gently on the back and kiss your hair, mumbling things like, “I’m here for you, my Princess…” “Don’t hold back my dear…let it all out…” and gradually, you cried yourself to sleep…except this time, the loneliness and pain that you had felt before was failing to overtake you…as if Roberto was acting as a shield to protect you from the overwhelming woe that you had felt before…and that sleep was finally peaceful…for both of you.

Joshua: He had read all the books he could find…books on how to deal with the loss of a loved one, how to console someone, how to reassure someone…but none of them helped. Each day, a book would suggest something new and each suggestion would be useless to him. Each time he saw you was like a dagger to the heart. He hated the fact that you were suffering and he, as your boyfriend knew nothing on how to help. Quietly, he would watch you get skinnier with each passing day, the circles around your eyes would get darker and redder and the words you spoke gradually decreased until all you could do was smile bitterly. One day, you were lying in bed, eyes wide open as tears spilled and drenched the pillow. Suddenly, a salty, burning smell wafted into the room and pricked your nose. You sat up, curiously and pulled yourself out of bed…wondering what could have caused such a pungent scent. As you padded to the kitchen, you walked in to see Joshua turning around, a plate of very deformed, very burnt clumps of…rice? In hand. Noticing your presence he jumped, almost dropping the unidentified burnt objects in his hands. “________!” As you gazed at him curiously, the blood rushed to his cheeks as he tried to offer you the plate. “I-I um…I made riceballs?” His smile was nervous and cautious as he quickly realised and retracted his offer. “B-But um! These aren’t very good…so I-I’ll try again and bring them to you later ok?” Not completely absorbing his words, you looked around in surprise as you noticed at least 10 different plates of burnt rice dotting around the kitchen. Rice clumps of all shapes and sizes littered the room, radiating his many attempts and heartfelt tries. “J-Joshua…did…did you do all this…for me?” You looked back up at him as he placed the plate on a nearby table top, awkwardly scratching the back of his head and avoiding eye contact. “W-Well…I know it’s not much…but whenever I eat your riceballs, I feel my mood being lifted so I…I wanted to do the same for you…” He looked up and smiled kindly, staring into your watering eyes. “Joshua…” Feeling the tears well up again, you ran into his arms and nuzzled into his chest as you felt his strong arms wrap around your body. “T-Thank you Joshua…”

Bonus: After a while in each other’s arms you pulled away and smiled weakly up at him. “Shall we eat then? I’ll make us something…” As you began to walk over to the pots and pans Joshua looked down at you, pouting, “My riceballs aren’t good?” You felt yourself melt under his gaze. H-He seriously thinks those are edible?! Desperately searching for an excuse, you said: “N-no it’s not that…” “Pff-Hahahaha!” Suddenly burst out laughing, bending over as he did so. “Wha- You’re making fun of me?!” You exclaimed in mock annoyance before bursting into laughter yourself. Hearing your giggles, he looked up and smiled kindly. “Ah..you finally laughed…” Realising, you smiled down at him and felt a burst of happiness spread from your heart. “Yeah…come on, let’s make riceballs…I’ll teach you…” And so, you spent the rest of the day teaching Joshua how to make riceballs. There was still an aching pain in your heart but at least now, there was something to distract you…even if it was just for a while.

Glenn: He still powered through and produced work of high standard, but he could never concentrate on anything. All he could do was think about you…and how much sorrow you must’ve been feeling. Every day, he would walk up to your door and make it as far as raising his hand to knock…but every day, he would lose confidence at the last minute and simply sigh before walking away, whispering a simple, “Goodnight ________…feel better…my love…”.

One day, he finally got the courage to knock…but as he heard you say “Yes?” his nerves returned and he grabbed Alan as the boy was passing by. “Alan…listen…you want _______ to feel better right?” Surprised, Alan nodded eagerly. “I only want Princess to smile!” Glenn looked kindly at his brother before continuing, “then why don’t you go in and give her a hug…okay?” Alan nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Good idea brother!” And so, Alan entered, smiling brightly as Glenn stood beside the door, leaning against the wall as he waited in the corridor. “How are you feeling Princess?” “…much better Alan…thank you…but…shouldn’t you be asleep?” He smiled to himself as he heard your gentle voice…it was stronger than before…showing your emotional improvement…and that was more than enough for him. As Alan reappeared from his visit, he said “Goodnight Brother!” and half walked half ran to his room. Turning to your now closed door to whisper his usual words, he jumped back in surprise to hear you call out to him. “Glenn? You’re out there…aren’t you? ….why won’t you come in?” Hesitating, he gently pushed the door open and smiled sheepishly at you. The image of your visibly skinnier figure and tired eyes shocked him, making him want to run up to you and pull you close, as if you would wither away if he didn’t. However, resisting his urge to hold you, he simply stood in your room entrance, frozen to the spot. Seeing his hesitance, you rose from the bed and gently approached him, wrapping your arms around his surprised figure. “You finally came…” His body was frozen from the shock as he looked down at you, surprised. “You’ve come here every night…haven’t you? Why didn’t you ever come in? I-I’ve been waiting…” “Y-you knew?” Still unable to fully process what was happening, he finally managed to speak. “Of course I did, Glenn…I heard you every night…your kind words…I just wish you had come inside…” Finally recovering, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your hair. “I-I’m sorry….I guess…I was just scared…” “…Scared?” you looked up, confused. “Yeah…I mean…what if I was unable to console you? What kind of man can’t even make the woman he loves feel better? I just didn’t want to risk not being able to help…” You smiled up at him, touched by his words. “Glenn…you should know by now that I love you…just hearing your voice every night helped me a little bit each time…and being here…finally returning to your arms…I know I’m going to be ok….so stop underestimating yourself…ok?” You felt his body relax as his hold on you tightened. “Ok…and I promise…that I won’t leave your side tonight.” And just as he promised, he refused to let you go for the rest of the night.

Edward: “Good morning my flower.” It was like this every morning. Each day, he would greet you before starting his duties. Walking in with a tray, he would present you with a great selection of breakfast options in hope that you would eat something. Along with this, he would present you with a single orchid with a pink center that gradually melted into a pure, white colour. Each day, you would smile weakly at his kind gesture and inhale the fresh scent of the flower before adding it to the collection. Within a week, you already had a mini bouquet, sitting on your bedside table until one day, he walked in as tears were spilling from your glistening orbs. He immediately set the tray down and rushed to your side, clenching your hand in both of his. “Edward…” “My flower…I’m sorry…I should’ve been here…” “No…it’s not your fault Edward…even in your busy schedule, you make the time to visit me every morning….you present me with a lavish meal and a beautiful flower but…I…I…” You pulled away and clutched your head in your hands, covering your face so that he couldn’t see. Silently, he got up from your side and strided to the tray, where he retrieved a single rose. It was deep pink in colour, and as he placed it in the center of the orchid arrangement, you looked up in curiousity. Quietly, he presented to bouquet to you with a gentle smile and asked, “My dear…do you know what these flowers mean?” You shook your head gently as he continued. “These orchids say “I will always love you. They show that no matter what, I will always love you and be here for you…no matter what you’re going through…and you see this rose? This is for your parents and sister. It says, ‘Thank you.’ Later, I would like to visit their graves and present this bouquet to them. I want to thank them for raising a wonderful daughter like you. I want to thank them for bringing you up to be such a beautiful flower….and I want to use these orchids to promise them that you’re in good hands because I will always love you…and will always be here for you…no matter what… Will you join me, my flower?” Hearing his words, you nodded gently and smiled a small smile through your tears, feeling the first sign of happiness in a while spread through you, warming up your body as Edward smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. “Eat some food and get dressed…I shall wait for you outside my dear.”


And that was the first release of my Half Term madness! I hope you enjoyed it anon and thank you for the request!

Stay Beautiful~

-Sakura ~☆

Sam Winchester-Smitten


Pairing: Sam x reader

Word count:994

On a hunt Sam gets hit by a love spell which makes him fall for the first person he see’s.


“Where the hell did Sammy go?’‘You growled as you swung at the decoy the witch had set.

’'Gone to find the STUPID witch’'Dean yelled as he fell to the floor.There was a sudden loud bang and you and Dean both looked at each other with panicked faces.You slid on the floor dodging the decoy as you turned the corner skidding to a hault. Sam was on the floor groaning holding his head as the Witch smirked before waving her hand and vanishing.

’'Dammit!’'You yelled before rushing over.’'Sammy?You ok?’'You asked standing in front of the injured man.

’'I think s-’'He stopped half way as he looked up his mouth falling open slightly as he looked up at you his eyes meeting yours.He gulped his eyes glued to yours as his mouth fell back open again.

’'Sammy?’'You called your brows furrowing in confusion.You watched him wearily as he shook his head before standing up.

’'Yeah sorry,I’m fine’'He nodded as he glanced at you again.You nodded but looked at him with hesitation.

’'Dean were ok’'You called as you and Sam walked over to Dean lying on the floor painting.

’'They just dissapeared’'Dean panted 

’'Yeah so did the Witch’'You grunted looking back to see Sam looking at you.You shook it off as you reached your hand up to help Dean up.Dean nodded a thanks before he turned to Sam his face fronting to confusion.

’'What?’'Dean asked and you turned around to see Sam glaring at the older Winchester.

’'Nothing lets just go’'Sam muttered.You raised your eyebrows before rolling your eyes.

’'Boys’'You muttered hoping into the Impala.


’'So I say we check it out’'Dean nodded pacing the floor.

’'Let’s go then’'You nodded jumping slightly as Sam stood up abruptly.You and Dean both stared at him confused.

’'There’s no way (y/n)’s going it’s to dangerous’'Sam stated shaking his head.

’'What?’'You and Dean said in sync before turning to each other sharing the same shocked look,mirroring each others features.

’'Since when have you never let me go on a hunt Sam’'You scoffed laughing before grabbing your coat.’'C'mon stop screwing around Sammy’'You laughed but he reached out and grabbed you pulling you close to him as he looked at you in awe.You stared at him in shock as you put your hand on his chest trying to push him away but he wasn’t having any of it.

’'God your so beautiful’'He coo'd 

’'You’ve only just realized that Sam’'Dean snickered making Sam’s features darken.

’'Back off Dean!(y/n)’s not yours’'Sam growled pushing you behind him.

’'Oh my god!’'You sighed rubbing your face as you looked towards a surprised offended Dean.’'Love spell’'You groaned running your hands through your hair as Dean burst out laughing his eyes watering.You glared at Dean before smirking.

’'ooh Sammy,Dean’s making me soooo upset’'You whined winking at Dean who now looked at you with a pissed expression.

’'Like that’s gonna wor-AHH holy shit!’'Dean yelled as Sam with the most scariest look on his face was now charging at Dean.’'YOU BITCH!’'Dean yelled which only angered Sam even more.Dean grabbed his jacket running out.

’'Where are you going!’'You screamed

’'To find the witch! You stay here with Lover boy’'Dean yelled slamming the door.You groaned before looking over towards Sam who was staring at you with so much love, you laughed nervously scratching the back of your neck.


’'No Sam let go!’'You huffed trying to pry the hunters arms off you.’'I just need to pee JESUS!’'You screamed he let go now looking at you sad.

’'Your mad at me’'He whispered grabbing his hair ’'Let me make it up to you, please let me deserve your love’'He coaxed as you dodged his arms running to the bathroom.You couldn’t out run the damn long legged brother as he caught you again.

’'Ok ok Sam I tell you what let me go to the toilet and…I’ll kiss you’'You nodded.His eyes lit up as he nodded reluctantly letting you go.You slipped into the bathroom sighing as you locked the door.

’'I miss you already!’'Sam yelled.

’'Oh boy’'You sighed.

Finally you knew he would probably barge the door down if you didn’t come out so you opened the door only to find him waiting outside the door picking petals off a flower.’'Your back!’'He jumped up as he leaned in to kiss you but you pulled back not being able to do it.You started to run round the room and he laughed thinking you were playing.He chased after you and soon you were lifted into the air.

’'Gotcha’'He grinned turning you around and leaning forward.

’'Sam no!’'You yelled pushing your palm in his face.

’'Your right’'He nodded lighting up in recognition.You sighed but jumped back when he pulled his knife out.

’'Woah woah Sam!’'You yelled backing up.

’'We can only be together if we die,I’m doing this because I love you’'He smiled as he lurched forward.You screamed ducking as the knife went straight through the wall.

’'Sam please stop!’'You screamed as he jumped on you slamming the knife down luckily you moved your head so it went straight into the carpet.His huge weight pinned you down and you knew you were going to die.He reached up again and you clenched your eyes shut waiting for the pain but nothing happened.You peered one eye open to see Sam with wide eyes as he dropped the knife.

”(Y/N)“He breathed out jumping off you and helping you up.


’'I can’t believe Sam was so in love with you he tried to kill you’'Dean laughed as Sam’s face lit up a rosey red.

’'Hey can you imagine if Dean would have walked in there first’'You laughed making the boys both look at each other 

’'Ok who’s for beer’'Dean yelled standing up shivering in disgust 

anonymous asked:

How about some angst with a dash of fluffffff. A time bending Akuma who keeps going back to the moment of Chat's death to defeat ladybug. I'm not the best at prompts but

Another anon also sent in the following:  DEATH PROMPT AHHHHH

Alright you masochistic anons. You asked for it. 

Warning: Violence- death (sort of… it doesn’t really take) and general angst of the angst like variety.  ( I blame @hchano​ for encouraging me)

At least the ending is sort of happy???

This couldn’t be happening. Not again. 

She knew on some level that it was a trick, a lie, a horrible illusion that would go away once the akuma had been defeated. A terrifying loop meant to torture her into submission.

Even so she couldn’t hold back the scream as she watched her partners neck wrench with a sickening crack, his usually mischievous expression going hallow and dim as he crumpled to the ground.

She surged forward, desperately trying and failing to reach him before his head cracked against the pavement. Not that it mattered at this point anyway.

“Chat, come back. Look at me,” She pleaded gazing down into the empty, lifeless green eyes. “I need you Chaton. You can’t leave me.”

He didn’t respond this time. He was already gone.

“Give me your miraculous and this can all be over.”

“No.” She whimpered, cradling Chat’s immobile form in her arms. “No, no, no.”

Ladybug didn’t even know if she was talking to the akuma or herself. Was it a refusal to give in and give up her miraculous? Or was she simply refusing to accept this newest onslaught against her already destroyed emotions.

“Have you had enough yet?”

Ladybug said nothing and she stroked her partner’s face. At least this time it had been quick.

“Alright,” the akuma said lightly a cunning smile twisting the corners of her lips, “I guess we can go for another round. Maybe you’ll have better luck this time.”

The akuma laughed cruelly as the scene dissolved away and Ladybug once again found herself standing atop Les Invalides.

“My lady, looks like it’s time to go save the day!” Chat’s voice rung out cheerfully as he bounded off the roof and down towards the waiting akuma.

“Chat No!” she cried, but he was already soaring off towards the ground, just as he had the last dozen times, and the dozen before that.

It was a long fight this time. The weapon of choice being an array of sharp blades Chat had been able to hold his own fairly well. As always Ladybug had found herself unable to do anything to assist her partner. Instead, she was somehow impossibly held just out of reach with her own battle.

She watched helplessly as Chat dodged and parried, battling his way closer to their foe through the sea of sword wielding minions, laughing and throwing out quips as he prepared to face off against their main foe. 

For a single brief moment she allowed herself to hope, to pray that perhaps this time they would be victorious, that Chat would…

Her hopes were dashed as a long, wicked looking blade sliced its way clean through her partner’s chest.

Now that it was too late the enemies she had been facing off against suddenly were defeated with ease, and she rushed to her partner’s side.

“Minou,” she cooed brokenly as she pulled him into her lap. He coughed, blood trickling out from the edges of the shaky smile he attempted for her sake.

“It looks like I might have to cut this fight short My Lady,” he teased before another bought of coughing overtook him.

“Don’t move,” Ladybug pleaded, “just hold still. You have to hold on, for me. You have to, please, I can’t lose you again.”

“My lady…” he gasped, his hand reaching up to gently stroke her cheek, “it… it will be ok… you’ll… you’ll save me. Just like… like you always…”

He went still in her arms, his eyes drifting closed and his hand falling limply away.

“NO! Chat no, stay with me please! I can’t! I can’t keep doing this, I’m not strong enough!”

The scene began to dissolve again and she screwed her eyes shut and let out an anguished wail as she desperately tried to cling to her fallen partner, her fingers clutching around nothing.

“Make it stop!” she pleaded burying her face into the ground, unable to bear another cycle of this twisted game. “Please make it stop! I’ll give you my miraculous just bring him back!”

“My Lady-“

“NO!” She screamed clutching her head in her hands and giving in to the hysterical sobs that she could no longer contain. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“My Lady!”

“I can’t save him! Just let me save him!”


Her eyes flew open as she felt herself pulled into a crushing embrace.

“Chat, you have to run! You have to go.”

“My Lady-“

“I have to give her my earrings,” Ladybug cried trying to wrestle free as her partner clamped her arms down, “let me go, I have to save you! You have to let me-“

“IT’s over!” Chat cried, not relaxing his hold on her.

“No, she’ll kill you, she always kills you. I have to-“

“Ladybug it’s over, I’ve got the akuma. I’ve got you.” He buried his face into the side of her neck and gentle stroked her back with one hand. His other arm was wrapped around her shoulders trying to keep her still, the hand fisted around something small and fluttering. “It’s ok, you aren’t trapped anymore. I’ve got you.”

“Chat…” she choked on another sob, clinging to him with a desperation she didn’t even know she could feel. “Chat…”

“I’m here. I’m right here. You’re safe My Lady. It wasn’t real.”

She slumped against him, her exhaustion and misery finally overtaking her as tears streamed unheeded down her face.

“You died. So many times… I couldn’t… I can’t…” she struggled to breathe as she greedily pressed into her partner. She pressed her ear to his chest to listen for the steady thump of his heart and feel the ragged rise and fall of his own fatigued breathing.

“Oh My Lady,” Chat whispered gently, holding her close, “you don’t need to cry over this.”


“Don’t you know? They could kill me a thousand times and I would still come back to you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: depending on how much time i can carry on making for writing this, this may or may not be the last chapter before it goes on hiatus soBS im sure it won’t be though i’ll make as much time as possible okya im sorry i hate exams so much sigh

mentions of alcohol and being drunk but thats it  i think




The next couple of days cruise past, and neither of them bring anything up about that night. They laugh, bicker over petty things, sneak up to the late night buffet when everyone’s asleep, eat too much, drink too much, talk too much, get their wall thumped by some grouchy guest next door, but nor Ryan, Phil’s ex, or anything that happened post-sunset that night are even vaguely addressed.

Half of Dan’s instincts are convinced he’d imagined it. If he didn’t start to now notice the way in which Phil would put effort into hiding his wrists with any accessories in reach, he’d be inclined to believe it was all a dream. And it hurts him, not only because Phil’s the last person who deserves to be treated like that after everything that had happened, but because of how well he’d been hiding it. Dan’s not like that; if he has a problem, he’ll try to hide it, but it’s never long until his moodswings and monosyllabic answers are questioned.

But Phil’s worryingly different; even after Dan knowing a window of his past, his eyes still glitter with genuine happiness, he still laughs with a tone outlined with what Dan can only detect as happiness; and he knows it’s happiness, because he knows exactly what Phil’s voice sounds like when it’s anything but.

But he won’t question it. They’ve managed it this far already, and Dan’s in no position to ruin it now. Not when the sound of Phil’s laughter is pretty much all that can make him smile these days.

He doesn’t dwell, there’s no time for it, but he wonders if it’s the other way around, too.

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Summary: When a person that an angel fell for rejects them, they become so consumed with grief they turn into ‘weeping angels’.

Words: 511

Dean x Cas

Warnings: none

Notes: based on this post by @m-arci-a

“It’s all your fault.”

Dean’s head snapped up at the voice.

“Cas? Is that you?” He began to turn around but two strong hands held him in place.

“Don’t turn around.”

Dean huffed a nervous laugh. “Cas, buddy, what’s goin’ on? Are you ok?” He tried turning again but was once more met with inhuman force, keeping him in place.

“Don’t look at me.”

“Cas, I-”

“Don’t!” Cas’ voice cracked. “Just… don’t. Please.”

Dean shifted awkwardly. “Sammy and I were worried about you, Cas. I was worried about you. Where have you been?”

Cas laughed, but there was no emotion in his voice. “Like it matters to you.”

“Cas, listen, I overreacted, ok? I know. I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was wrong of me to treat you like that.”

“Shut up.”

Dean smiled tentatively. “But I’m gonna fix this, Cas. I promise, ok? Everything’s gonna be fine, just come back-”


Dean flinched at the harshness in his friend’s voice. “Cas-”

“I don’t want to listen to all this!” Hands clenched harder around his jacket. “Nothing’s going to be ok ever again, so stop trying to make it seem like everything is fine! Because it’s not!”

Dean’s heart fell. “Cas, listen-”

“No! You listen to me!” Cas’ voice trembled. “I fell for you! I was an angel, and I fell! I became human for you! And now,” he choked back tears. “And now I’m not even human anymore, Dean.”


“I’m a living statue! Every time someone looks at me I turn into stone!”

Dean’s breath hitched. “Cas?”

“I just- I just wanted to be loved!” He was shaking now. Dean felt him lay his head on his shoulder, tears soaking through his jacket. “Was it really too much to ask?”

He felt Cas’ grip on him relax ever so slightly and made his move. He quickly spun around and grabbed the former angel’s wrists, keeping his eyes tightly shut. He heard the quick intake of breath directly in front of his face.

“If I look at you,” Dean spoke slowly, “will you really turn into stone?”

Cas’ spoke in a whisper, tears streaming down his face. “Y-yes.”

“And you won’t be able to run away, right?”


Dean’s eyes flew open. Gray eyes bore into his green ones, not a trace of blue to be found. His breath hitched in his throat, tears clouding his vision. Castiel, who had only moments before been warm to the touch, now stood cold, motionless; a stone figure. Dean placed one hand on his angel’s cheek, tears frozen in their place.

“You’re right. It’s all my fault.” He grabbed Cas’ face in both hands now. “I didn’t know what to do and I hurt you. I hurt you, and I’m sorry.” Tears threatened to spill. “I’m so sorry. Cas, I… I…”

His eyes roamed over the stone figure once more and sobbed. He leaned forward, soft lips meeting stone ones, not noticing as a single tear fell from the weeping angel’s eye.

I love you.

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Bucky x Reader

Prompt: Bucky goes to medic!reader to help him remember his past. They accidentally discover a great way to do that.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing

Word count: 1677

(Requests are open!!!, sorry if this is bad its my first one for Bucky and I haven’t been posting any of my writing since I was like 15. Constructive criticism is welcome but be nice pls.)

Working at Stark tower has its benefits, including getting to live there rent free, access to the latest technology and constantly being surrounded by all of the avengers. There are also many drawbacks, for example constantly being surrounded by all of the avengers. They’re loud and messy and always throwing themselves in harms way, keeping you up at night with worry, not to mention how incredibly attractive they are which can be very distracting when you are trying to patch them up.

As the team’s medic you’re often the first person they see on arrival back at base. You manage to keep your cool with almost all of them now, even becoming great friends with Natasha after she spent a week in your ward recovering from a particularly nasty gunshot wound infection.

But there is one man you can’t help but become flustered over. And just as your luck would have it Bucky Barnes ends up needing your help more than any of them. His time as The Winter Soldier left him with little regard for his own safety, only a deep need to complete whatever mission they were on. It broke your heart to see how little self preservation or worth he had left. Over the months he had spent with the team you got to know him a little, or at least he seemed at little less guarded around you now as with the rest of the guys, minus Steve of course.

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