one quick blow to the head

Close Call ~PART 1

Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.

This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.

Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).

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Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about,  and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word

Keith woke up to an empty cell. The room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow  making it just possible to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.

Keith supposed he should feel lucky. After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.

It’d been no one’s fault, really. The rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated, while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.

And, like so many other plans before it, everything had gone to shit.

Keith had been holding off a large crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—


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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader


Prompts: #93 “But, I said I love you.”

Warnings: A singular swear, some sad times, a very stupid Juggie

A/N: Let me know how you feel! If you’re interested in a part three, message me! Requests are also open for other imagines!

“You have feelings for me?”


You go slack-jawed, unable to understand exactly what had transpired in the short time it took you to go to the restroom. Jug still hasn’t blinked or made any sort of indication that he’s alive, frozen just as you are. The heat seeps from your hands, making them clammy which ,you take a ridiculous moment to think, is probably the grossest word in existence. You feel the missing heat from your fingers move up to your neck, making its way up your face until the heat makes you feel light-headed. 

Still, no one has said anything. You throw a quick glance to the friends across from you, seeing equally dumbfounded expressions. All three meet your gaze, with Betty shaking her head apologetically. Your face falls and you look back to the boy that still has not moved.

“I, uh, I just,” you pause, taking a deep breath in and blowing it back out again. 

He started to look angry. His fists ball, veins becoming more defined as his skin pulls taut. “Well?” He looks away from you, finally, moving his gaze to the friends across from you two.

Archie tugs on Betty’s sleeve, pulling her and Veronica out of the booth. “I, uh, think we should go.” He looks meaningfully at B and V, giving you a supportive smile as he drags them off.

Once the bell rings out, signalling their departure, Jughead’s hands relax and he sinks against the sticky vinyl of the booth. 

Well, if there was a time to try and explain, it must be now.

“Okay, Jug. Here it is. Here’s all of it.” You turn to fully face him in the booth, crossing one leg under the other and setting your fidgeting hands in between them. You try to look him in the eye, but seeing his face once again devoid of expression is too much. Instead, you settle on watching your hands betray your nerves. “I have feelings for you. Not… not like feelings we have for friends, for Archie or Betty or V. As in, sometimes I want to kiss you but also sometimes being too close drives me crazy feelings.” You look up again, only to find no reaction. Back to your hands. “I’ve know for- well, I was going to say forever, which is just blatantly incorrect. I’ve felt like this for almost our entire friendship, but I didn’t figure it out for a couple years after. I didn’t intend to develop feelings, and I really don’t want to lose you.” You look up once more, and finally there is something behind his eyes. Confusion, mostly, but it’s something. Your gazes stay on each other as you continue. “I love you, Jughead Jones. As more than the best friends I know we are.” The side of you mouth quirks up, but quickly drops again as your brow crinkles. “But, if you want to stay friends, I understand. Just, please Jug. Please,” you untangle your hands to put one on his bicep,” don’t let this ruin anything. Ruin us.”

Silence. Your hand slips away, and while you had not noticed yourself leaning forward during the speech you are now very aware of the miniscule distance between you two. Collapsing a bit, putting some distance in between, you see Jughead turn to you with determination and apology written in every line of his face.

“I’m just-” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t feel the same way.” His face crumples, but you don’t let him see yours do the same. 

Instead, you take another deep breath and give another smile. “That’s okay! We can just go back to how we were. If you want, we can call everyone back and just have a normal night?” As much as you want to hide your emotions, you hope he hears the plea hidden in the question. 

He looks away from you now, taking your earlier trick of staring at his hands. “I really don’t think that’s the best idea.”

Your heart feels a little twinge, but quickly you dispel it. “Y’know, I am a little tired. It’s pretty late, I’ll just walk home.” You stand from the booth, slinging your bag across your shoulder. “But we’re still on for tomorrow, right? All of us meeting at Twilight?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think we can be around each other for a while, Y/N.”

You logically knew your heart couldn’t drop into your stomach, but logic never applied to your feelings for Jughead Jones.

“But, I said I loved you. And I meant it, in both the feelings way but also just the best friend way. That’s gotta count for something, Jug. You can’t push me away just because we’re a little uncomfortable right now.” You begin to worry. “If we don’t try to get past it now, we probably never will! It’ll just get worse over time and then our entire friend group will dissipate and they’ll drop me because I’m the youngest and everyone knows the youngest is cast out in major friend debates and-”

“Y/N!” Jughead pleads, “Please stop. I just need time. We’re okay, I promise, but I think we both just need a little time. Just, just go home.”

He doesn’t look at you, hands once again clenching. Instead of making more of a fool of yourself, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door to Pop’s.

It’s chilly, but you expected as much. What you did not expect was the trio that had left earlier, standing there expectantly. 

“What are you-”

“Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t watch through the window, Y/N/N?” Veronica gives you a sad smile, and Archie opens up his arms and walks towards you with a matching expression. 

Warmth envelopes you, and before long you feel sobs wrack your body. Archie just holds you, and you swear you hear a sniffle or two from him as the two girls join in your comfort session.

You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.

anonymous asked:

You're my fav fic writer here <3 so I wanted to ask if you also take prompts that are not from the list? If yes, please please please could you write a fic in which lola kidnaps andrew along with neil to baltimore? (or he just somehow ends up there)

(i lov u thank you sm, also this prompt is fucked up I had FUN)

Neil’s face is so sunken with grief that he’s barely recognizable. Andrew watches cooly as Nicky jokes with him, the energy of the team cascading down and off of Neil, water off an indifferent umbrella. This is not the same man who was buoyant with a fresh win half an hour ago, who holds exy in higher regard than his own life, some days.

Andrew crosses to him, siphoning Neil’s attention away from the action of the room to him, just him, their eyes hooked together.

“Thank you,” Neil says, his mouth trembling. “You were amazing.”

Andrew searches his face, waiting for more. The room around them feels hazily separate, his attention is pulled to every flicker of Neil’s eyes, every shape his mouth makes. Something is giving out like a rotting support beam, Andrew can feel the collapse as if it were happening in his own body.

He catches Wymack gesturing from the corner of his eye, and the foxes fall into line. Neil keeps holding Andrew’s gaze the way someone might watch their home disappear on the horizon as they drive away.

He turns on command, though, body held too casually to be genuinely at ease, walking in tandem with the men bracketing him.

Andrew levels Wymack with a dismissive look and turns on his heel to follow Neil to the parking lot, his heartbeat out-pacing his footsteps.

He watches the bobbing heads of the man in the reflective vest and his colleague guiding the team through a simmering crowd. A bottle careens past Aaron’s head and Andrew looks blackly out in the direction it was thrown from. His eyes return to Neil, and because he’s watching, he sees the moment the crowd swells and Neil is grabbed hard by the wrist.

Andrew starts running immediately, pushing his way through a crowd that feels more like the tumultuous surface of an angry ocean. He trips over a slippery bottle and clips a 6 foot tall Bearcats fan, who tries to punch Andrew and gets his hand ripped at the seam of his fingers for his trouble. The crowd is a firing squad pointed at him, but Andrew braves it without hesitation.

He loses sight of the shiny vest and Neil’s flaming hair, almost tripping again on a duffel bag upended in the street. He kicks viciously at it before realizing it’s Neil’s, his racquet dropped two feet away. It’s like a crime scene, like the gunpowder left in the wake of a ripping bullet.

Andrew scoops the racquet up and breaks into a flat-out sprint with it held in front of him, using its length to rake the crowd out of the way. They break, more interested in self-preservation than the spirit of revenge. Andrew gets a clear view of Neil’s shoulder being wrenched around, his face contorting with anger as he’s stuffed into the back of a highway patrol car.

“Stop,” Andrew calls, voice raised. He skids into the parking lot just as the door is closing on Neil, and four sets of eyes swing towards Andrew. He sees Neil mouth ‘no’ as a woman with an unhinged grin cranes around Neil, sizing Andrew up.

“Who’s this, Junior?”

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Til the End Draws Near-- Part I

Originally posted by beemichelle7

5x20 speculation


A scream ripped through the lair.

Oliver stopped his anxious pacing and turned towards the cortex, just as he saw Felicity clutch her back and her legs crumpled from underneath her. The crack of bones hitting tile made a deep impression in Oliver’s mind. He wouldn’t forget that sound for a while.

In three strides he was by her side, sliding to the floor baseball style, wrapping his arms around her and encasing her in his embrace. Felicity whimpered as he tugged on her, rising to a sharp cry because he moved too fast.

“Shhh I’m sorry. It’s alright, Felicity, just breathe. Breathe. In and out. It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

Sobs broke the surface, tears sliding down her cheeks. Her head nestled into his shoulder. His hand came up to cradle her head, pressing her further against him.

“I’m here, Felicity.” He reassured distractedly, saying nothings automatically. He was busy calculating how this could’ve happened and what exactly was wrong.

The only possibility was the chip in her spine. Nothing else could make a woman who lived in heels fall like that, nor scream in pain.

“Curtis!” He called, hoping beyond hope that the engineer was in the bunker. Only his echo called back. They were alone.

Oliver had two options then; stay on the floor and wait until Felicity was no longer in pain, or move her, risk hurting her more, but get help.

The first option wasn’t really a choice. Felicity could be in pain for hours, or steadily get worse. From the floor, Oliver couldn’t get help, or secure the lair, or do anything really.

Moving Felicity it was.

“Hang on.” He whispered, readjusting his grip until her arms were above his. Obediently, Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck. Oliver’s hand went under her legs, slowing when Felicity cried out.

“Easy. This might hurt.” Quickly, but smoothly, his other arm around her back, he moved to his knees, then rose to his feet. Felicity was quiet, but he could feel her shaking against his chest.

He was half-way to the elevator when the lights in the lair flickered, then went out. The computers shut off. The gentle humming that had practically become silence vanished.


Felicity lifted her head. Oliver felt her panic by the way her arms tightened around his shoulders.

“We’re locked in.”

“I can see that. The question is how, and more importantly, why?”

Oliver turned towards the stair well, the one that led down to the living quarters below. Juggling Felicity’s weight, he tried the door. It swung open at his touch.

“It was Helix.” Felicity responded, her fingers spasming against his back. “That’s the only explanation. I told them no, so this is their revenge. Hacker version of ‘If I tell you I’m gonna have to kill you’.”  

“So they lock us in the lair?” He gently placed his foot down, testing each step as he went down. Felicity squirmed a bit, causing him to almost lose his balance. “Hold still!” He snapped, then forcefully calmed his tone. “I don’t want to fall and kill us both.”


He finished descending in silence. When he reached the lower floor and opened the door to the living quarters, Felicity piped up.

“They did more than lock us in the lair, it seems. They shot off all power, including the ventilation system.”

Oliver look at her, as the realization slowly sunk in. They might die down here.

“And of course,” Felicity continued quietly, voice muffled against his jacket, “they fried my chip so that I would be excusably distracted.”

“Hey,” he jostled her to get her attention. A bit too roughly as another yelp of pain came from Felicity. ”We’ll get through this. They didn’t count on me being here as well. You just tell me what to do, and we’ll survive. That is one thing I’m good at doing.”

He gently laid her down on the bed. As he turned to go find a lantern, Felicity caught his arm.

“Oliver… I’m scared.”

He knelt next to her, squeezing her fingers. Then, not denying the impulse, he kissed her hand. “We’ve been here before, Felicity. Nothing has changed. Stay right here, and I’ll be back.”

He took ten steps away, looking in the cabinet for the flashlight he kept there, when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around, but not quick enough. A blow on the back of his head had him blacking out to the sounds of Felicity’s screams.


AN: Hey guys! I know i disappeared for a minute there, but things have slowed down a little at work now, and I’m making a promise to myself to set aside time every week to write. I know I have a lot of things I should be working on, but of course, I’ve come up with something new for you instead. This is a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you like it anyway, and if so, let me know.. Who knows, maybe I’ll write another part! I’ve missed interacting with you guys and writing for you. Thank you, as always, for your continued support and patience.

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Liar Liar

Originally posted by humanseoul


Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, future smutt. assassin!AU UndercoverAU
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I had a dream about this, and decided to make a fic out of it, I do not know how well this fic will work but yeah know xD I hope everyone enjoys it<3

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Hope you enjoy, and happy Valentine’s day!!

I love you!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N) and you are a dimension traveler.

It’s like a time traveler but with dimensions.

When you enter a dimension, it changes and creates a life for you in that one and when you go back to your own it restores itself like you never existed. You are able to create portals were you can move from place to place. You used it on several occasion to fight with your friends.

It’s pretty cool.

Today is St Valentine’s day and you are sick of all that lovely dovey couples. Seriously your friends could control themselves a little.

You were bored in your room, playing with your (fav/gem) chain, it was what gave you the power to travel thought dimensions.


That’s it!

Why sit there moping when you can go to your favorite dimension!

You sat straight in your bed, grabbing your collar with both hands. You whispered your magic words and it glowed bright (f/c).

A (f/a) came out of it, it was your protector, the being that helped you thought your travels.


A (f/c) fog came from the gem, creating three word in the air.

“COMICVERSE”                   “MOVIEVERSE”                   “TV’VERSE”

Hmmm… Where to go first?

Let’s start with the Tv’verse!

“Tv’verse, please.”

“As you wish”

The (f/c) fog surrounded you fast, creating a black hole where you fell. You started falling fast, millions of  fragments of other dimensions playing  around you. Until you saw your destination glowing brightly, you swam towards it until your form completely passed thought it.


“Offf..” You fell ungracefully on the ground, a pair of feet was in front of you and suddenly a strong pair of arms hugged you tightly.

Too tightly!

“Kara! Pls I-I can’t breathe” You shouted to the blonde kryptonian woman hugging you.

“Ah, sorry! (n/n) I just missed you so much!”

“Yeah, I can feel that”

“Everyone has missed you! C’mon let’s go back!”

In a puff  you were in Kara’s apartment and as you entered Superman was already in there.

“Kal? What are you doing here?” Kara asked

“ I heard (y/n)’s heartbeat and I had to come see her.”

“Hey Kal!” You waved. He came towards you and gave you a short kiss on the lips. Kara gasped, surprised.

When the two of you separated, Kal breathed

“Happy St. Valentine’s day, (y/n)”

“eppp” You screeched.

“Hey! I want one too! “Kara said before kissing you.

“mmpft” Kara ‘s lips crushed yours in a kiss.

“Muack!” She said as she breaks away from you.

You stayed there, confused as f*ck.


“ Are we interrupting something?” Came Cisco’s voice. He and Barry had just appeared out of nowhere.

“Guys! What are you doing here?” Kara asked.

“ We’re here to pick (y/n) up and take her to Central.” Barry said.

“But we’re not done! She still hasn’t seen James or Alex!”

“Too bad. Barry, grab her!” Cisco yelled and suddenly you were snatched away by Barry before anyone could react, he super speeded towards the portal Cisco opened.

“See you later!” Cisco said as the portal closed.

Kara’s eyes became red.


In the blink of an eye you were in S.T.A.R Labs , Harry, Caitlin, Wally, Jess, Iris, Joe and even HR was there.

“What- Why is everyone here?”

“We heard you were back, we couldn’t just let you in National city.” Caitlin explained. “What happened?”

“St Valentine’s happened.”

Everyone looked at you until Caitlin came to you and gave you a soft, friendly kiss. You were surprised but she quickly broke the kiss.

“Hey! I want one too!” Cisco whined. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm

“Come here, you” Cisco’s kiss was loving and not friendly at all. Barry laughed.

“Now he’s not gonna stop rambling about it”

“(Y/N) you are as beautiful as ever!” HR said, as he came to you and sweep you out of your feet.  Kissing you like in the movies.

“HEY! GET OFF OF HER!” Harry shouted as he pushed HR away.

“Are you ok, (y/n)?” Harry asked you.

“Yes I’m fine, thanks.” The two of you looked at each other’s eyes, the tension was so strong that you could cut it with a knife.

“Oh, kiss her already, dad!” Jess shouted as she pushed Harry towards you. Harry’s lips. The kiss turned passionate as Harry’s hands buried themselves in your hair, his tongue pushed your lips open and the kiss turned so dirty, Iris covered Wally’s eyes.

“Hey! I’m old enough to see this!”

“ No, you ain’t.” Came Joe’s response.

The two of you broke away to get air and HR and Cisco, jealous separated you away from Harry.

For the first time, they agreed on something.

“Uh oh” Said Caitlin. Looking at her screen. “Trouble in Central’s bank. It seems Captain  cold, Golden glider and Heatwave are attacking.”

Cisco looked at her smiling like a fool.

“What?”  Came Caitlin’s  defensive response.

“You used my nicknames!” His smile widened.

“What are we waiting for” Came Jess’ voice, already with her suit on. “Let’s go!”

“I wanna go! But I don’t have any suit.” You pouted.

“Are you sure?” Cisco smirked while pushing a button that opened a case where a (f/c) suit was displayed. It was what you always wanted!

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” You hugged Cisco tightly as he laughed at your enthusiasm.

“I helped Cisco design it, so it can stand the friction your body creates as you travel in your portals-” Harry said before been hugged too, he smiled softly at you as his arms came to your waist.

“Hey! I helped design it too! I don’t get a hug?” HR wined.

“Come here” You opened your arms and HR tackled you.


“Do you have all the money, Snart?” Mick Rory asked Leonard as he and Lisa freeze the last guards.

“What do you think you are doing?” You shouted as you jumped from your portal in front of them.

“(Y/n), you are back. I see.” Len purred. “Came to see your boys on Valentines Day?” He mocked.

“What do you care? Jealous?” You snarked.

“What? NO-“

“He totally is” Lisa laughed. “Missed you, (n/n).” She hugged you.

“Wait, are you two friends?” Mick asked, confused.

“One time she came when you two were with the legends. We bonded”

“Oh, how are they?” You asked

“Fine. We just took.. a vacation, if you will.” Len said. He had soften a bit after seeing you being friends with Lisa.

“Oh, I have a present for ya” Lisa said as she came closer to you. She kissed you on the cheek and gave you a little envelope.

“Thanks!” You opened it and it was a little gold heart.

“I carved it myself, then shot at it with my gun. You like?” She said, a little bashful.

“I love it!” You hugged her tightly.

“Help me put it on!” You said as Lisa’s hands grabbed the chain and pulled it around your neck.

“I don’t have anything as pretty, but I can burn someone you hate” Mick said.

“No, thanks, Mick. Uh it’s not necessary. Haha” You laughed. Len raised an eyebrow.

“Then I give you this.” Mick said and before you could say anything he kissed you on the lips.

What the heck! Did you have a sign that said “kiss me” or something?

Heatwave pulled away as you stayed there, frozen.


“I don’t usually do this, but my sister won’t stop pestering me if I don’t do this” Len said. Lisa pouted.



Lisa pushed her brother until he fell on top of you, his lips smashing yours. After a while you started to move your lips and Len followed, soon it turned more heated as his hands came to your face.

“And he says he doesn’t like her” Lisa said, amused while looking at you and Len making out on the floor of the bank. But you were interrupted as  Barry and Jess appeared.

Barry quickly grabbed Snart by his parka and smashed him against the wall.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.SNART?!” Barry yelled angry. Len looked at Barry, smirking.

“What, scarlet? Can’t a man give a girl he wants a Valentines kiss?”

“If she wants to. And (Y/n) didn’t want to!”

“Are you sure of that, scarlet?” As Barry was distraught by looking at you Mick shot at Barry, hitting him. Quickly Snart shot at Jess who was fighting Lisa.

As everyone was fighting you heard claping. The fight stopped to see, Mark Mardon at the bank doors.

Barry snarled.

“Did you call your rogues, Snart?”  Len smiled, amused.

“Rogues, huh? Cute”

“What are you doing here, Mardon?!”

“Oh, nothing. Just kinda, want to avenge my brother? You know the one detective West killed?” He said before shooting a bolt of energy towards Barry and You. You quickly created a portal and disappeared, appearing behind Mardon and immobilizing him. He smirked.

“So she’s the one, everyone is crazy about?” He smirked, turning his head to look at you. His smirk widened before you felt a blow that pushed you away from him. He had pushed you away with a hurricane.

Mardon pushed the flash and Jessie Quick against a wall, immobilizing them. Then he summoned a hurricane that bought you to his arms. His breath tickled your face.  He smirked flirtatiously.

“After a hurricane they expect serious looting, but you already stole my heart” Mardon smirked. You looked at him, face blank.

“Oh my god, did he just use a weather pick up line? That’s the lamest thing ever.” Jess said as Mark glared at her, sending a storm her way, raining heavily over her. Mark’s head turned to you.

“Be careful, I’ve been known to cause a flash flood, watch it in your lower elevations.”

“That’s’ the lamest thing ever” said the Flash.

“I find it quite…charming”

“YOU DO?” said everyone. Even Mark, who smiled truthfully, a warm feeling flooded his heart. You were the first girl to like them.

“You like my pick-up lines?”

“Well, yes. I like them, they’re funny.” You smile

“I’m never letting you go” He whispered.

“Baby, make sure you’ve got enough sandbags, because the storm isn’t the only one that’s going to be flooding your basement” He winked. You blushed and joked said

“The storm supposes to knock out the power, but your eyes have all the electricity I need.” You winked and you found yourself being kissed by the Weather Wizard.

Suddenly Mardon and you were pushed away, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. You looked at the direction it came from and you saw Sam Scudder with Rosa Dillon.

“I’ve been looking forward seeing you again, Snart.”

“Scudder, I see you were able to come out of the mirror.” Snart smirked.

“What’s this?! A family reunion or something?!” You shouted and everyone looked at you.


“And who is this, girl?” Dillon asked. “Another member of your little group of do-gooders, flash?”

“She’s (y/n) (l/n).” Scudder answered Rosa’s question.

“You know her?!” She asked as Scudder scratches his head.

“Uh, maybe?”  Dillon’s eyes narrowed looking at Mirror Masters, but whatever she was gonna say was interrupted as a group of people entered the bank.

“Mister Snart, Mister Rory is time for you to go back to the- (y/n)?” The man you recognized as Rip Hunter.

“(Y/n)!!” Ray said happily as he ran to give you a hug. He separate Mardon from you. Mardon wheezed and tried to grab your arm but failing to do so.

“(Y/N)! How are you? It’s everything alright? I hope you can join us in one of our adventures!”

“Raymond, if you could let her breath maybe she could talk.” Sara said as she came to forward, liberating Barry and Jess of their prisons. They soon took care of Scudder and Dillon.

“I’m glad to see you again, (y/n)” Said Rip, smiling at you. The team hugged you tightly –too tightly- Len and Mick approached you.

“You couldn’t have better timing” Len said sarcastically.

“Yeah” Mick growled.

“We detected the presence of Savage and we need to get going.” Rip said.

“Why don’t you come with us, (y/n)?” Asked Kendra.

“I suppose I could-“

“Thawne, where the hell did you bought us? A family reunion??!” Asked a man you didn’t know.

“I explained before! That thing is looking for me.” Said Eobard Thawne, the reverse flash.

Uh, you thought he disappeared forever.

“That thing only haunts speedsters- wait, (y/n)? it’s that you?” Eobard’s eyes widened, smiling a little. His companions looked at him weirdly.

Since when is Eobard civil?

He speeded towards you, sweeping you from your feet kissing you.

“I missed you!” He said. “I haven’t seen you sice I helped Flash restore the timeline.” He kissed your face repeatedly until Snart froze his feet and made him fall with you in his arms. It was then when Eobard heard it, the thing that has been haunting him. He vibrated thought the ice you saw his scared expression and asked

“What’s your problem, Thawne”

“Something has been following me thought my speed. It seems he has found me.”

“You lead it to us?!” Barry yelled.

“I didn’t know you where here!”

“Don’t move, Thawne. It’s sight is based on the speed force.!” Eobard other companion shouted as a black blur passed around you.

“Zoom?!” Barry shouted.

“Hunter?” You shouted. The black speedster stopped in front of you. It screeched in your face. You stayed put as it screeched “It’s not Hunter”

“Then who can be?”

“Thawne said it was ancestor form his family that sacrificed himself to kill him.” Eobard’s companion explained.

“Eddie…?” You and Barry let out a breath as the blur looked at you.

“(Y-y-N-N)??”  He tried to talk, but before he could say anything a portal opened sucking you in.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!” Everyone shouted before the portal closed.


“WHAAAA?”  You yelled as you fell above someone. “Ugh, my head”

“Friend (y/n)!”  Young Starfire shouted happily, with Raven, Beast boy and Cyborg trailing before her.

Then the person you fell on is…


“OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” Your voice sounded more high-pitched than before.

“It’s okay, (y/n).”

“(Y/N) What’s up? You seemed rather startled when exiting your portal!” Cyborg said.

“Oh, just- the portal surprised me, that’s all.” You smiled. “Where were you going?”

“We received an alert from Titans East, saying Slade has been getting some shady pieces. We were going to investigate.” Raven said.

“Come with us, friend (y/n)!” Star said.

“Yes, please. (y/n)” Beast boy said.

“Okay! “

Robin smiled at you before shouting



“I thought you said we were going to investigate?” You asked as the titans and you were “hiding”.

“We are” Robin said.

“Yeah but I don’t know, we could hide better?”

“What’s wrong in hiding behind a bush? Right Robin?” Beast boy said.” Robin?” BB looked around only to not find his leader.

“He leaved.” Raven said, eyes preoccupied.

“What’s going one with him?” You asked, worried.

“He always becomes like that when it comes to Slade. Since that time… he isn’t the same.” Cyborg said, looking at the way his leader had leaved.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” BB said, turning into a cheetah and running after Robin.

You created a portal and transported them where Robin was. He was perched in a roof where you could see a shady group of men exchanging briefcases.

“Robin, what should we do?”  Star asked.

“You and Raven follow that van, Cyborg and Beast boy, you two follow those ones and try and get as much information as you can. (Y/n) and me retrieve the briefcases and we’ll look around for Slade.

“Okay, but before We go, Happy day of the valentines, (y/n)!” Starfire said before kissing your cheek friendly.

“Ah, thanks Star.”

“Happy valentine’s day, (y/n)!” Each member gave you a kiss on the  cheek except Robin, who waited until everyone was gone to kiss you briefly on the lips.

“Happy valentine’s day” He whispered. “ Now, he have to move. They’re going to get away.”

“Let’s go”

As you two where fighting the badies with Robin you heard a loud, creepy but rather cute laugh before been grabbed by the waist and pulled up. As you were pulled up, Robin was hit by an incredible fast yellow blur.

“Kid flash?!” Robin wheezed. “Wait, you aren’t Kid flash!” Wally smirked at the other, more bossy less fun clone of his best friend.

“I’m Kid flash, but not from this dimension” The loud laugh interrupted their talk as Robin with you in his arms jumped next  to Kid Flash.

“Hey, other me!” Robin laughed, he saw the Robin of this universe tied up and glaring at them ” I see you’re not feeling the aster”

“Sorry, gotta go. We and (y/n) have a meeting to go. Bye bye angry bird!” Wally laughed before speeding up with Robin and You in each arm.

“Sorry, Robin!” You yelled before disappearing. As the portal closed Robin broke free of his bounds and tried to cross the portal too.

What an assh*les


“OW, WALLY! YOU COULD BE SOFTER!” You whined as you fell to the ground, again.

“(Y/N)!” M’gann came to you and gave you an hug followed by Artemis and a rather looking awkward Conner.

“Hey Con” You smiled as he smiled back.

“How come you go dimension traveling and the last dimension you come is ours” Wally pouted. “Not cool (n/n). I thought we were your favorites, right , Rob?” He asked Robin who you didn’t know when had changed to his civvies, the sunglass giving him a vibe of mysterious guy when he was all witty puns.

But you loved him for it.

“Hey Artemis”

“Hey” She gave you an semi-hug.

Out of nowhere  M’gann came out of the kitchen with a batch of fresh made heart shaped cookies, Wally’s had was quick to try and grab a cookie before his hand being slapped away.

“Ow, babe” Wally whined.

“These are for Conner and (y/n).” She said as the tray of cookies was held in front of Conner and you. “Happy valentine’s day!”

“Thanks, M’gann” You grabbed a two cookies from the tray, one for you and one you gave Wally when M’gann wasn’t looking. He quickly ate it and smiled at you.

“I got a present for you too” Said Robin, who got out of his pouches a black box where a silver chain with a little (f/a) charm.

“You said that was the animal that helped and protected you in your travels. I saw it on a mission and knew I had to buy it for you.” You gave Rob the biggest hug and a kiss, as Rob’s face turned towards yours your lips made contact with each other’s. As Rob pulled away quickly, blushing hard.

Ooooh right

It was his first kiss.


“Wooo, get it Rob! Sure you’re feeling the “Aster” now” said Wally teasingly, making Rob blush harder.

Everything was interrupted as Red Tornado appeared, alerting the team of suspicious activity in Keystone. As the league was occupied, the team was to go investigate.

“C’mon, what are we waiting for!?” You asked. The team smiled at you and quickly you were ready to go.


Okay this was a bigger deal than expected.

It was Zoom who was causing the chaos.

But the worst wasn’t that, the worst was

There were two


“Since when can speedsters create clones?!” You asked

“We can’t, we can run fast enough to seem there are two of us, but I don’t think that is what Zoom is doing. They look more as if they were-“ Kid Flash said, looking at the two angry yellow speedsters’.

“Fighting” Ended Robin.

“Yes. But why?” Asked Miss Martian.

“Dunno, but I’m not gonna wait for them to tell me.” Artemis said as she shot two arrows in the two Zooms directions.

They didn’t hit any of the Zooms but made them look their way.

Snap they had to move

And Fast.

“Artemis why did you do that?!” Robin asked at the archer.

“Yeah, Speedy hadn’t done that” Wally said

“IM.NOT.SPEEDY” she said thought gritted teeth.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here? First, my dimensional counterpart and now you?” Zoom said, as he appeared in front of them.

“Dimensional counterpart?” Asked Robin.

“Yes, the me from the original dimension. The so called “Comicverese” as the fellow dimension travelers call it. We can’t reach the prime dimension, the first one. Her dimension.” He said, his hand grabbing your face harshly.

“But with her, I will be able to get there and fiddle with the time strings and the fate. I’ll change the world to the better.” Zoom smirked but before he could do anything another Zoom, this on with a yellower suit and his mask eyes black with red pupils, interrupted. This one seemed to talk faster than the other.

“(y/n), youhavetocomewithmeee.” He said, you almost didn’t catch what he said.  

“Hey! Leave her alone!” KF said speeding towards Zoom who avoided it easily. Zoom grabbed you bridal style and started running faster and faster. KF ran behind Zoom, but he wasn’t fast enough.  Once you were running over the pacific ocean, he broke the sound barrier. That gave a bolt of energy to your gem that created a rift of dimensions, that the two of you crossed.


When you reached the Comic universe, almost everything seemed normal. Zoom let you go and you had to sit as your head hadn’t stop spinning.  Zoom was about to grab you again when a hand came out of a puddle right next to you. The hand grabbed you and pulled you in. As you entered the mirror maze you heard Zoom yell of frustration.

“Offf.” You fell on someone’s lap. “Ow, seriously Mirror master, you could be gentler.”

“Sorry,lass” You looked at the new mirror master. He wasn’t Sam Scudder.

“You are not Sam, Who are you?!” Your eyes narrowed. The man laughed, showing that he had missing his front thooth. His smirk was crooked.

“Name’s Evan, Evan McCulloch. Nice to meet’cha, the others don’t seem to stop talking ‘bout  ye”

“McCulloch, that’s enough.” Said a middle aged man, with tousled brown hair, brown eyes and a blue parka.

“Len!” You smiled and went to hug him. This was the first dimension you came across and when you fell trought the portal, you fell over Len Snart and his rogues. You fainted and they took you in and helped you.

They weren’t bad people.

But thanks to The Distortionist, who likes playing  games with you, blocked the door towards this dimension.


“(n/n). Missed ya” He hugged you back, his arms completely warping around your form, He needed that, an hug. “I heard about what happened to Lisa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed his blue glasses, putting them on. Len smiled at you as he messed your hair.

“Are they, like a couple or something? He’s too old for her. She could do better” Captain Boomerang Jr said.

You looked at the rest of the Rogues.

“Mick!” You went to hug the phyro as he messed your hair even more.

“Hey, Kiddo. Missed ya.” He twirled you around and kissed your cheek.

“Happy st valentine’s day.” Len grumbled in the background and Mick smirked. He loved to mess with Cold, it’s obvious he’s jealous of girls liking him best.

Mick let you go and you hugged Mark. The weather wizard hugged you back and gave you two kisses on the cheek.

“Hey Mark, I meet another you in other universe!”

“Really? How was he like?”

“An ass*ole, but-”

“Nothing new then” Said The new Trickster.

“He used weather pick-up lines! It was so cute”

“I know some of these.” He said.

“Tell me!”

“A-” As Mardon was to say his pick up line, Len and Mick both put their hand over the wizard’s mouth, silencing him.

“Too dirty for you” They said.

“owww” You pouted. Then you saw the newest Cap. Boomerang, you came up to him stuck your hand for a shake.

“Hi, I think we haven’t meet. I’m (y/n) (l/n). Nice to meet you.”

“Owen Mercer” He shacked your hand in a amicable greeting.

“You’re good people.” Said McCulloch.

“No, we aren’t”


After eating pizza and playing poker ( and winning) against the Rogues you had to leave.

“Are you sure (n/n)? You could stay. I’ll work better with a pretty face around!” Winked Axel. Mark whacked him on his head and hugged you.

“ I hope you come over soon.  We can go and create storms together again.”

“I can’t wait.! I just have to find the Distortionist and kick his ass”

“Be safe. Oh and Happy St Valentines day” Said the weather wizard as he kissed you softly. The lighting from his eyes gave you goosebumps and tickled your cheeks.

“Out of the way, lighting” Came Micks rough voice. He pushed Mardon away and kissed you harshly.

“If you don’t come back soon, I’ll cross dimensions and I will kidnap you.”

“haha” You laughed, but you knew he was totally serious.

McCulloch took advantage of your distraction and stole a kiss from you.

“I hope we can see you soon” Evan’s crooked smile started to seem cute to you.

Len smiled at you, cradled you face and kissed you passionately.

His heart had been cold since childhood, turned even colder after Lisa’s … But you, oh, you made him feel like he belonged.

Even though he never was going to say it.

“See you soon, (y/n).” Everyone waved at you as Evan took you via Mirror maze towards Gotham streets.

“Are you sure you want me to let you here?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I know my way around.”

After saying goodbye you started walking towards your destination.

Wayne Manor.


You knocked at the door.

Alfred opened the door to see you soaked and freezing.

“Miss (y/n)! What are you doing here? Oh my goodness, come in ,come in.”

You entered the manor and Alfred went to get you a towel and a hot drink when Dick came down.

“(y/n)!!!” He tackled you in a hug. Oh god, he is still the same as always

“Why did you took so long to come back??” He pouted.

“Well, at least I’m here.”

“Your right. Wait till I tell everyone!”

“Dick, no!”



“JAY!!! (y/n) IS BAAACK!!”


“I heard you Dick, hell. I think everyone in this damn world heard you.”

Bruce gave you a hug and a kiss. And the you were tackled by a pile of Robins.



“I’LL KILL THEM! DID THEY HURT YOU???” Damian said, his face buried in your chest.

“Relax guys! I’m fine. I just came here to see you and grab some clean clothes before returning. You know who I get when it’s Valentines day.”

“OH RIGHT! We have a present for you!” Tim said.

He came to you, a black box in hand.

“We made these ourselves.”

Inside there were 6 brazalets, one blue with a bird for Nightwing, one red with a gun and a helmet for Red hood, one burgundy with a feather and red robin’s symbol and one green with an R and a katana for Robin.

1of them was black with your name engraved and a bat charm, obviously for Batman. One Grey and Black, simple and sophisticated for Alfred.

Your eyes clouded with happy tears, as they fell you found yourself in a group hug. Even Bruce and Alfred were in it.

It was beautiful until Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash and Aquaman came out of nowere.


“ WE GOT YOU CAKE!” Said Flash.

“AND DRINKS!” Said Hal.

“Way to ruin a moment guys.” You Smiled. Maybe going back to prime dimension could wait.


“How did you find out (y/n) was here?” Bruce asked Clark.

“Erm, uh, n-no one” Clark said.

“DICK!!!” Bruce yelled.

And Dick flied, we flied like never had fled before.

The end.

(Prompst still open!)

(A Lot Can Happen In) Six Hours

10k, NSFW. AO3.

‘A missing scene from Ed and Oswald’s prison break, and what might have happened after they walked away.’

I read through this once, no Beta. I really just want to get my thoughts on these two out there before canon destroys it.

Oswald ducks beneath his opponent’s guard and knocks the gun from his hand with a severe blow from his elbow. With a slash at his neck the fight is over and the man drops, same as any other. So much for his blade being too thin, he recalls mockingly. He hears a cry behind him and turns to see Ed struggling with his own quarry. He’s managed to take the gun out of the equation, but in close quarters his crowbar is not much use. The guard throws a punch at Ed’s side and Oswald eyes widen as he watches Ed drop his only weapon with a scream.

For a moment he considers moving on, simply watching as the guard pushes Ed back into the wall and catches hold of his wrist. Oswald can pick locks, he doesn’t need Ed for that. Then the guard has Ed face-first against the wall and Oswald actually sees his knees buckle. He hears a small cry of pain as the guard shoves one arm up Ed’s back and catches his other wrist so he can cuff him. Watching the guards beat Ed down earlier had given him a sick thrill; he’d been happy to watch. It’s easy to pinpoint what’s changed. He’s been working with Ed under the illusion of camaraderie and cooperation as they fought together and, admittedly, it’s been fun.

He hasn’t felt that connection since…

Well, if he’s being honest, Ed was truly the only one he could do this with and feel so very… alive. Before he’s truly processed the following course of action, he’s scooping the crowbar up from where Ed’s dropped it and bashing his attacker’s head in with it. The man drops, and Oswald finishes the job with a few more quick, hard blows.

“Thank you,” Ed says, voice small. Oswald hands him back the crowbar and turns, heading for the next room.

“Don’t mention it.”

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Prompt: @kingarthurscat (who I can’t tag?!) requested the following: how about something with “Are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?”

It had been a long six months, and you were finally on shore leave. The newly launched USS Archer, on her maiden mission, had been everything you’d hoped your first cruise would be. Loads of opportunity to make first contact with early warp civilizations, and a lot of diplomatic missions that excited you. The Archer was following in the not-so-distant wake of the Enterprise, finalizing agreements that had been initiated by the famous and sometimes notorious Captain Kirk and his crew. It had been hard word, rewarding, interesting and an experience you would remember as you built your career.

But now, now it was shore leave, and you were ready to blow off some steam. First, an official gathering. A diplomat, even a relatively new one, couldn’t start shore leave without a quick liason with the brass. As you got ready for the evening, you were just grateful that because you were on a Federation base, you would wear civilian clothing. Made the sanctioned event feel slightly less work-related. 

You slipped a classic little black dress over your head, shimmying it over your hips and adjusting the cowl neck to allow an appropriate shoulder-to-cleavage ratio. You fixed your make-up quickly, fluffed your hair and double-checked your appearance in the mirror. You looked amazing.

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anonymous asked:

How would uf,ut, and us sans react to their s/o's ex coming back saying their still in love with them and that they should forget about sans?

UF!Sans: Its a good date. The two of you have something of a banter going back and forth. He’s finally starting to feel like he’s getting over that awkward transition between friendship and something more. ‘Course, this time it wasn’t all his fault. You were still getting over how it had ended with your ex. He didn’t know them, per se, but he knew they were a real piece of work.

Either way, for today at least, it feels easier. It feels right.

“No, no way.” You laugh. “There is no fuckin way Papyrus sleeps with a nightlight.”

He grins. “’s the truth.”

“Seriously? Tall, Dark and Edgy?”

“Yup” he chuckles. “Used to be really bad when the power would knock off Underground. Loudest I’ve ever heard him yell is when Alphys banged up the Core energy lines to our place. He didn’t sleep for a week.”

“Holy shit.” You grin and shake your head. “Why the hell would you tell me that, now I’m not gonna be able to take him seriously now.”

“Well, do me a favor,” he slipped an arm around your waist. “Make an effort, or its both our asses.”

You lean slightly into him. “I think I can take him.”

“I’d pay to see you try.”

“How much?”

“That depends, how much are you wearin’ during the fight”

You shove his shoulder and grin slightly as he laughs when a sudden voice behind you makes both of you jump slightly.”


He feels you stiffen and you take a sip of your drink. Your fists clench slightly. “Fuck off.”

“Y/n….come on, I just need a chance.”

“You had a chance. You had fucking twenty. I’m all out.”

He feels his shoulders rising unconsciously as a hard angry knot forms in his rib cage. So this is the Asshole.

They come around from behind you, grabbing your hand and getting way too close for his tastes, but he doesn’t move yet. See what you do. “Baby-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You yank your hand out of their grip, and the sting of jealousy is soothed. Yeah, buddy, walk away….not in the mood to pick another fight today…

“Come on, sweetie, what we had was so good, you don’t really wanna give it up, do you?”

“Oh, real good,” you snorted. “I can’t tell what my favorite part was, the looking at other people or the making me feel like shit for breathing your air. Really, there’s too much to choose from.”

They sigh, like they’re the ones suffering. Like they’re dealing with an unreasonable child. Then its like they notice him all of a sudden. “Who the hell is this?”

“This,” he growled. “would be Sans. The current boyfriend.”

“You got a new boyfriend?” They looked at you furiously.

“Funny thing about being broken up.” you say. “You get to do this wild thing called moving on. In my case to greener pastures.”

There’s a slight thrill traveling up his spine. Proud. You’re proud to be seen with him, Proud to rub it in their face.

“I don’t like him.” They shook their head.

“Well, shame, ‘cause I was really hopin to get the invite to your birthday party.” he bit out.

“Y/n, look at him.” they say, leaning into your face a little too close again. “He clearly just wants to get you back home so he can feel you up.”

You slam your drink down and whirl on them, making both of them jump. “’Cause that’s all I’m good for, right? You’ve used that one before. Every friend I made you told me wanted me for one thing and one thing only. Newsflash, I’m not buyin the shit you’re selling.”

“You’re being irrational. Look, let’s just…let’s get you home, okay? We can talk about this.” You make no move and they snatch your wrist.

Too far.

A whisper and crackle of magic and suddenly your ex finds themselves with a hand wrapped painfully around their arm.

“What the hell-”

“they said they’re not interested.” His eye is lit up with red, pulsing magic and his voice is a barely discernable growl. “so let. them. go.”

Slightly cowed, your ex turns pale and drops your hand.

“‘scuse us a second, doll.” he plants a hand firmly on the back of your exes neck as he steers them out of the building.

He comes back a few minutes looking somewhat smug. He won’t tell you what happened (although once pressed he promises he didn’t actually hurt the jackass). Still, the future is brightly ex-less. You see them once or twice more but the second they lay eyes on Sans they’re speedwalking in the opposite direction.

UT!Sans: Its a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like this, people like your ex….

It had been going so well. For once you had managed to drag Sans’ ass out of bed before 3. You’d had the day off, so the two of you had gone to the park, just to wander around, shoot the breeze a bit. Also, Sans insisted on sampling every hot dog cart in the area.

“Seriously, is this like an ego thing for you?” You say as he dumps the fifth one in your arms. “Trying to prove your stuff was better or something?”

“Nah, ’m too lazy to be competitive.” He grinned, biting into his first one. “Just wanna find out what it tastes like without water sausages.”

“… need five for that?”

“Scientific process, babe.” He finishes off the first and moves onto devouring the next. “Gotta compare as many as I can to the control group so I can identify variables.”

You roll your eyes and grin. “Pulling the science thing on me, very good move. Almost distracts me from the fact that you’re full of shit.”

“No, ‘m full of hot dogs.” He grins and moves onto the third. “And-”


Your shoulders go stiff and you have to force yourself to relax them. You turn around slowly to see your ex. Suitcase in hand, clothes as formal as you remember. Must be on lunch break. It had been a mistake coming this close to their work.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sans raise a brow, but he stays mercifully quiet.

“I’ve been calling you. Over and over.”

“I know.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, somewhat defensively. “I’ve been ignoring it. Over and over.”

“Why? Am I not worth an answer?” they say. “All that time….and I don’t even get an explanation for you ripping out my heart?”

You know what they’re doing. And its working. That familiar guilt is setting in, and all of a sudden all that matters is them and how they’re feeling. You feel selfish, useless, a burden. “Look, you’re…’re right. I should’ve explained myself. I probably owed you that. But…..I can’t do it anymore. I can be with you anymore.”

“What are you talking about, why not?” They seem to notice Sans. “Who’s this.”

“Heya. Sans the skeleton.” Sans says, wiping his face a bit. “I’m….well, their current boyfriend. Guessing you’re the ex they won’t talk about.” He’s clearly trying to stay polite, but there’s an undertone that you know means he’s bristling a bit. 

There’s a look in your ex’s eyes as their eyes travel up and down Sans. A mild disdain. You’d seen that look before, directed at a few friends, and you know they’re looking at the sweatshirt, the old ketchup stains on the hood, the basketball shorts and slippers, and already deciding you’ve lost your mind.

“Y/n….who are you kidding?”


“Look, if this was….I don’t know, some crazy attempt to make me jealous or something, you could’ve at least picked a better candidate.” They give Sans another look, the derision even more evident. “Look, let’s just go home, okay? I get off in a few hours, we can talk about this then.”

“No! Look, I told you, I can’t-”

“Don’t be stupid.” They say coolly. “You and I both know you can’t live without me.

“Hey, buddy,” Sans says. “I’m not appreciatin the tone you’re taking.”

“Look, Sam, was it?” They say, voice and face mocking every inch of the skeleton. “Sorry to waste your time, but y/n and I have a good thing going.”

Had.” Sans corrects. “And based on this little interaction I have to wonder how good it really was.”

“Alright, sure, we’re in a rough patch right now. But we’re meant for each other. I know them better than anyone.”


“Y/n.” they cut you off. “Go home. I’ll be there in a bit.”

You’re about to retort when you feel Sans’ hand grab yours and squeeze it. “Welp, you heard them babe.” He comes up closer and grins at you. “Let’s go home.”

Before they can say another word he’s short-cutted both of you home.

Okay, so maybe running away again isn’t the healthiest way to deal with it. But you’re too relieved to be out of there to really be concerned with it. 

Truth be told, that little interaction cut Sans deeper than he’ll want to tell you. Everything in that look of your ex’s had echoed every self-conscious thought he’d ever had. But one things for sure.

“They don’t know shit about you.”

US!Sans: “Come on!” You say, body gearing up for his next move. “Show me what you got.”

               His attacks suddenly fade out and the glow in his eyes diminishes somewhat. “AFTER YOU’VE RESTED A BIT.”

               “Aw, come on!”

               He smiled and shook his head. “A QUICK WATER BREAK. YOU LOOK DEAD ON YOUR FEET.”

               “Well, we can’t all be perfect.” You mutter. Your boyfriend looks barely winded despite the fact that you’ve been at it for almost an hour and a half now. Still, you comply and sit down at the bench near the sparring area.

               He picks up the water bottles from by your bags and hands you one, kissing your temple. “YOU’RE DOING WELL, THOUGH.”

               “Still haven’t landed a blow on you.” You say, taking a drink.

               “YOU’VE ONLY JUST STARTED TRAINING WITH ME. YOU’LL GET THERE SOON, I’M CERTAIN.” His eyes trace a few bruises on your arm and face that you’ve acquired since the session began. “ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT ME TO HEAL THOSE?”

               You shake your head. “Just a couple of bruises, you don’t need to waste the magic. Besides, they’ll help me learn from my mistakes.”

               He looks uncertain, but there’s a flicker of pride in those eyes that warms you down to your SOUL.

               You’d been training with Sans for almost a month now, ever since Alphys had finally convinced the gym owners to set up a sparring area for former (or current, if Sans had his way) Royal Guard members. You figured if Sans was going to spend all his time here, you might as well get something out of it.

               It’d been one of the hardest things you’d ever done, but also one of the most rewarding. You were in better shape than you’d ever been. You were feeling better than you ever had. And you were certain it had brought you closer as a couple. Which was good. With all the baggage you were carrying from the last relationship, you needed all the help you could get.

               And as if thoughts had summoned them someone on the far side gym turned and made eye contact with you, and you felt your blood turn to ice.

               Blue seemed to notice you stiffen. “Y/N? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

               “Sans, can we-“ You’re about to ask if you can make a hasty retreat, but its too late, they see you and are striding right toward you.


               Sans’ eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the oncoming figure while dread settles in the pit of your stomach.

               “What the hell are you doing here with that?!”

               You grit your teeth. “We’ve been over this. I don’t want to talk to you. Ever again.”

               “Is this what you’ve been doing?!” They look torn between fury, confusion, and sadness. “Going around with one of those things?”

               Sans has gone quiet. He seems to be trying to piece it together.

               “That thing,” You say, rising to your feet. “is my boyfriend. And I want you to go. Now.”

               “Babe, what are you…..he’s a monster!”

               “That fact hasn’t exactly escaped me.” You say acidly, and your heart is pounding and you hate yourself for getting this worked up again over this piece of shit and please, stars, just let them leave, don’t make Sans see this.

               “And that doesn’t bother you?! I…..holy shit….” You can feel their eyes tracing the bruises. “Has he been hitting you?!”

               “No!” You say, fighting the urge to cover them. “Look, just get the hell out of here, okay?”

               “Baby, I don’t understand, we were so good, and if you just-“

               “We weren’t!” You say, laughing somewhat incredulously. “We were stars-awful for each other! I hate how I felt with you. I hate how I made you feel with me. I don’t want it to be like that again! Hard as it may be for you to believe, I’m actually happy here. I’m happy with him!”

               They shake their head. “I don’t fuckin believe you. I give you everything, work my ass off for this relationship, and you throw it off to be some monster’s squeeze? And you’re covered with bruises and I’m supposed to buy that he hasn’t hit you? They’re savages, everyone knows it.” They dart forward before you can blink and grab your hand, dragging you away. “We’re going home.”

               You try to pull away, but before you can try to hard there’s a cyan blur and you’re turned loose, while your ex is being held by Sans, in such a position that they aren’t being hurt but they can’t move.

               “Let go of me!”


               They struggle a bit before realizing that for as small as Sans is, there’s no getting away from him. Red-faced and humiliated, they mutter “Fine” and Sans turns them loose.

               They start walking away, sneering at you one last time. “Fine. Have fun with your pipsqueak monster boyfriend. When you come crawling back, I’ll try my best not to slam the door in your face.” They storm off, pick up their bag, and leave the building.

               You sit back down on the bench, breathing deep. Sans is at your side, kneeling in front of you and lifting your face to look at him. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

               “Y….yeah.” You shake your head a bit to clear it. “Sorry, just…been awhile since our last encounter. Last one was even worse.”


               You laugh softly. “Yeah. Definitely.”


               You pause for a second. “You know what? I think I’ve got some energy to burn off. Just, uh,” You smile a little ruefully. “Maybe training dummies. Got somethin I need to visualize hitting right now.”

               His mouth quirks slightly in a smile and he kisses your forehead. “ALRIGHT.” He stands up and pulls you to your feet. “LET ME DEMONSTRATE THAT MANUEVER I MENTIONED EARLIER…”


For anon…reader is Obi’s padawan as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N’s face was flushed from all the training she had been doing. Her lightsaber was up as she calculated what her Master, Obi Wan, would do next. She twirled her blade as the pair circled each other. Obi Wan was sporting that tiny prideful smile of his as he watched his padawan. Y/N couldn’t help but be momentarily distracted by the idea of feeling his lips.

Quickly, Y/N pulled herself from those thoughts. He was her Master, she was a Jedi in training. There was no way it would happen. Right now, she had to focus on not letting her Master beat her…again.

Finally, Obi Wan made his move. He pushed himself off the wall and started spinning toward her. The woman rolled under him and popped to her feet, quick to swing her blade back in his direction. Unfortunately, he caught the blow. She pulled back, spinning her blade above her head before crouching. She swung at his feet; he hopped it. He brought his blade against hers.

She cursed herself as she thought about how warm and close her Master was to her. With the Force, she flung her Master off of her before following it with several swings. Obi Wan parried each one with practiced ease. His prideful smirk was growing. Finally, Y/N was able to knock him on his back, pointing her blade at his face.

“I see you’ve learned how to focus enough to win,” he commented.
She helped him up while cocking her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
He smiled. “Usually, I worry that your thoughts are distracting. It doesn’t allow you to focus.”
Refusing to acknowledge the slight hint of a blush, she nodded. “Of course, Master. I’ll work on my consistency.”

He smiled fondly at her as the pair took a seat. His brows furrowed as he felt her thoughts grow once again. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he queried, “Is there anything going on?”
Blast his perception, she thought to herself before speaking, “No. I’ve always had a wandering mind, I guess.”

Obi Wan nodded. He found himself worrying because he knew her mind hadn’t always been this clouded. It used to be easier to see what was wrong through their connection. As of late, all he saw was confusion. He smiled at Y/N.

“I think we’ve practiced enough today, wouldn’t you say?” he teased with a glint in his eye.
She smiled, her thinking easing. “I finally beat you, and you claim we’re done.”
“One mustn’t forget to rest,” he jested.

The two laughed before Y/N got her things and went to clean up. Obi Wan frowned slightly as his worry returned.

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REQUESTED - Taken care of

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know - @becaamm  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader X Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1, 244

Warning: FLUFF!, Sexual tension, Bucky and Steve being two perfect boyfriends.

(A/N): So, I made this to my love @becaamm​ she was sick (doesn’t know what was, though) and I tried to make this, Is probably really shitty, but I tried and I did with all my heart. Get better, my pumpkin pie. 


Originally posted by little--batman

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


It was all you could feel, it was all you were.

But did you knew the source of it? Nop. Not a single fucking clue besides the various thoughts you were dying in agonizing pain and fever and tears and pain again.

“Doll?” You groaned, lifting your head up to stare at a worried Steve, that single movement making all of your neck and back hurt. “Are you okay?” When one tear slipped down your cheek, he knew that it wasn’t.

He ran away, getting back a couple of minutes later with Bruce and Bucky; your room was dark besides the annoying light the leaked through the open door.

“Ok, Y/N? I’ll have to turn on the lights to check on you, is that alright?” Groaning in response, you closed your eyes to avoid the bright light. You were half-asleep, even though you had been asleep for the last 5 hours before waking up from a 6 hours nap.

Maybe that was what made Steve go check on you, since you wouldn’t miss lunch and dinner when it was his day to cook.

You actually wouldn’t miss him cook, since you would make your entertain watching him sway around the kitchen with a cook apron tied on his waist with a simple sweatpants underneath that made his butt look even more beautiful. And you knew that after half an hour you would be stealing kisses and nibbling on his neck, almost making him burn the food.

“What does she have?” Bucky asked, worry leaking from his words as he rounded you and Bruce like a scared chicken. The thought made you chuckle painfully, yep, you were so sick that you were having weird thoughts.

“I don’t know, but seeing her symptoms… Is not a cold, she’s not with running and or stiff nose. She has a fever and is sweating cold, but that is obviously because of the fever to cool down the tempter of her body and-“

“Pain.” You whispered, hoping that he would shut up with the fast and weird words.


“Everywhere.” The moan that escaped your mouth made both super soldiers get closer to you, caressing the parts they could reach for.

“Can you give her anything?” Steve asked quietly as he ran his warm fingers through your face, ungluing the hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t know what she have, yet. It can be a virus, maybe muscle reaction… We’ll have to wait to see if any more symptoms appears, but until then, she’ll have to drink a lot of water and eat healthy and light things, and-” You draft back to your tired sleep, ignoring Bruce’s speech of what you should do.

A warm feeling invaded you as someone peppered kisses all over your face to wake you up, recognizing the stubble and the scent of Bucky, you smiled and stretched as you tried to shoo away the tiredness.

You looked up at Steve carrying a tray of bows that – by the smell – were juicy fruits.

“C’mon, Darling, you need to eat something.” You groaned while Bucky helped you to sit and Steve placed the tray next to you. When you were outstretching your hand to grab a hold on the slice of watermelon, your blonde boyfriend stopped it gently, denying with his hand and getting himself the piece and handing it to your mouth while your other boyfriend cooed you under his arms and kissed your messed hair.

The warm cloud filled you again as you took a bite on the fruit, appreciating it taking the sourness and dry feeling off of your mouth.

“I probably look like shit.” You humbled, snuggling further into Bucky while accepting Steve’s care of feeding you.

“You look beautiful.” James said without hesitation, stroking your arms and sides as Steve completed:

“As always.” Smiling, you kept eating, receiving approval hums every time you finished one fruit. “Do you want us to do anything, love?” Being laid again with as much love as Bucky could give you, you tried to think of something.

“Can you finish reading to us the book you brought?” He smiled, nodding with his head as you snuggle into the bed with Bucky, waiting to Steve to get back with the book. When he did, he laid on your other side, clearing his throat before starting to read with a calm and steady voice.

Feeling loved and satisfied with your two men next to you, the exhaustion got the best of you, the memories of them kissing and taking care of you that evening filling your thoughts and sending you to an ease and peaceful zone.

You kept waking up from hour to hour, but the voices of them talking quietly about random things made you fall asleep again, their hands caressing your pained parts such as your back and arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you had your head resting on Steve’s chest while Bucky was hugging your back, comfort made you purr, smiling and stroking James’ hand, you took it off of you, quietly crawling out of bed, both of them still asleep when you entered the shower, washing yourself and your hair with the thought that maybe if you felt cleaner, you would get better.

You wrapped yourself on a towel, yawning and getting back to your room. Buck was nowhere to be seen and Steve was going through your drawer of clothes.

“Sit, Kitten.” Doing as told, you waited, still feeling a little bit dizzy from whatever you had. “Why didn’t you call one of us?” You shrugged your shoulders, hearing him sigh before grabbing another towel and drying gently your hair.

“As long as I know, in this relationship, the old ones are you and Bucky.” He chuckled, denying with his head before starting to brush and blow dry your hair, the loud buzz making you cringe slightly.

“Almost done.” When the sound of the door being open got your attention, you looked at Bucky, seeing him with breakfast in hands and was smiling lovingly at you.

“Morning, life.” You received a quick peak on your lips before he placed the food on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better, still tired and in pain, though.” He hummed, waiting Steve to finish whatever he was doing so you could all eat.

“You can eat, if you’re hungry.” Bucky and you denied with your heads, and since your boyfriend didn’t have anything to do instead of watch you almost sleep innumerous times, he decided to help you dress.

“Is that ok to you?” Rolling your eyes, you took off the towel, letting if rest on the bed as you smirked when you heard both of them gulp loudly.

“I thought you were going to dress me?” Steve chuckled as Bucky started to dress you trying to keep his eyes on your face.

Your body wasn’t unknown for them, but they were being thoughtful in not teasing, since you were sick.

After breakfast, you were snuggled between both of them watching your favorite show and didn’t had to raise one single finger for the days that you were with whatever you had.

You knew how much you were loved by both of them, and even though you were one of the ‘leaders’, the one that takes care of the team, you always let them take care of you.


You loved it, they loved it. 

Condemn to a forever tagging: @fangirlandnerd @tommys-girl1980  @myplaceofthingsilove

All Bucky: @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x 

BNHA: Riddles in the Heart, 1/3

Pairing: Tododeku

Summary:  The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye. 

Of course, there’s only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

(Royalty/Fantasy AU)


Act I: The Challenge

The sun was low in the sky, and the streets on the outskirts of the city were quiet. The people who lived here were those that kept their heads down, minded their own business, and did their best not to draw attention to themselves.

This mattered little to the young man racing through the streets, feet aching as they pounded the stones. His breath was short but he was not yet winded, the pressure in his lungs not quite a burning.

He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, and slowed his pace when he saw that his pursuers were beginning to lag behind. Losing them now was no good—if they gave up, they might go back to hunting the others.

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All I Have

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Death, Dean, Sam, the Reader 
Warnings: all the angst, violence, swearing 
Word count: 4478 (sorry it’s a little long)
Summary: Basically a rewrite of the season 10 finale with a few twists;) 
Tag list: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @mogaruke @aliensdeservebetter @27bmm @craving-cas @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond@amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid  @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

A/N: I’m a little rusty on the details of what actually happened so pls b kind + this one’s long so have fun!! Also some of the quotes are directly from the show and therefore not mine:) 

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Love to Keep me Warm

Word count-2100
Characters-Sam x reader, Jody Mills, Dean, Castiel, Claire, Alex(mentioned)
Warnings-smut happened(blinks in surprise)

A/N- So I found this is my computer and decided to take a shot. Be gentle, it’s my first posted smut.
Many thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @skybinx-blog for beta reading and encouragement. (Leigh pretty much demanded I post this)

Somehow Bobby’s cabin was still standing after everything and years of neglect.  It was a place for you to hide for a while somewhere the boys wouldn’t look for you at least until the spring thaw at this point.  The Impala would never make it up here in the winter; your jeep almost hadn’t made it laden with supplies as it was.  With a sigh you begin to unload, starting with fuel for the generator.  You filled it up and started it up.  For a wonder it not only started on the first try but it was working properly.

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Ready to Run

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: ‘When my momma says I look good in white, I’m gonna be ready this time’

tags: @neversatisfiedgirl

Finn’s mother stood before me, adjusting the veil on my head, “You look so beautiful! Finn is going to be ecstatic when he sees you.” She drops a hand over her mouth, just as a cry starts to escape. Finn’s father puts an arm around her warmly, and he is smiling so hard I’m worried his face will crack right down the center.

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“Alright,” Eggsy’s voice boomed as he entered the recruits’ bunker, “Have you made yourselves comfortable?”

Eggsy smirked as he noticed the girls of the group were looking him up and down. One girl bit her lip. Another gave her best seductive smirk. A third one actually had her mouth slightly ajar. He internally chuckled while smirking at the three. The girl biting her lip let out a content sigh. He began to give them the rundown.

Eggsy’s eyes moved on from the trio and looked over the rest of the group. It was another group that was male dominated. At the end of the line, catching Eggsy off guard, was another woman. Instead of drooling over him, she was standing at attention with great focus. Not on Eggsy, but on what he was saying.

“Is that all clear?” Eggsy asked.

Eggsy barely noticed the three women bark an enthusiastic yes since the young woman merely nodded her head. He smirked, nodded, and left the room. He would definitely be watching her.

Eggsy stood in front of the remaining candidates, only one girl and two boys hadn’t moved on. He had them in the gym all, including himself, wearing sports clothes. The Kingsman held back a satisfied groan as he saw Y/N, the woman who had been so focused.

“Today is relatively simple,” he began, “We are testing your physical capabilities. No tricks. I’ve assigned you into pairs.” He settled his eyes on Y/N. “Since we’re down to an odd number, I will be someone’s partner. The list is on the wall behind you. Try your best.”

The initiates clamored toward the wall. Y/N, however, waited patiently. The other two girls slumped their shoulders after seeing they hadn’t been paired with Eggsy. Once the small crowd had dispersed, her eyes scanned the paper. Her eyes widened slightly as she repressed a blush. She was paired with Eggsy. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

Focus. Being a Kingsman comes first, she thought to herself.

Y/N turned and headed toward Eggsy. He had claimed the sparring mat. The Kingsman smirked devilishly. Y/N raised a brow.

“You don’t plan on going easy, correct?” she asked with a smirk of her own.
“Sorry, love. It wouldn’t be fair to the others.”
“Right you are.” Her eyes shifted to focus. “Shall we?”

With that, Eggsy launched toward the woman. She flipped to the side quickly before maneuvering behind the man. Catching her step, Eggsy spun around just in time to dodge a jab. He sent a series of his own jabs. Y/N was able to counterattack each one. Eggsy attempted to throw two jabs at the same time. Y/N broke their momentum and pulled Eggsy’s head down to her knee. She dropped her knee to throw him to the ground. The Kingsman chuckled as he wiped his nose to check for blood. He stood up, sweat trickling down his forehead.

“Impressive,” he complimented, “It’d be better with blood.”

Y/N gave a quick nod before going on the offensive. Eggsy gripped her wrist and went to jab his elbow into her side. Before he could land the blow, she twirled to the side, allowing the jab to hit her thigh instead. She ripped her hand from his grasp and gave him some space. Eggsy took the moment to notice a strand of hair crossed her face. That same hair was surrounded by sweat.

Eggsy jolted from his spot, running head on toward her. Y/N mimicked his movements. The Kingsman hopped into the air, allowing Y/N to roll under him. She quickly rolled back to her feet and reached out her hands. She gripped Eggsy’s ankle and yanked him down. Eggsy caught himself in a handstand. Before she could let go, Eggsy grabbed Y/N’s ankles and forced her to roll with him. Eggsy landed on top. He was able to pin her down by her wrists.

Eggsy licked his lips as a snarl covered her lips. Y/N attempted to maneuver anyway she could. Her eyes lit up as she stared at Eggsy. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Y/N knocked her head into Eggsy’s…hard. He groaned as she managed to wrap her legs around his waist and roll him over. She chuckled, a sound that Eggsy loved, as she smirked.

“Well, there’s the blood.”

Y/N let out a yelp as Eggsy broke her hold on him and was on top again. His legs straddled her hips. Sweat fell from Eggsy’s forehead, falling on Y/N’s sports bra. He lowered himself until they were chest to chest. He could feel her heaving. The woman was blushing fiercely at his hungry gaze. She gulped as she could feel his breath pepper her skin. Quickly remembering there were others around, Y/N snuck in her knees and pushed him off of her. A bit startled, Eggsy stumbled on his feet. Y/N shot him an apologetic look that caused him to smirk.

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anonymous asked:

all of the usual skelebros (that is, ut, uf, us, and sf) reactions to their S/O making pie or ice cream sundaes or whatever, and they "accidentally" squirt a lil bit of whipped cream on their boyfriend's face and try to kiss and/or lick it off. not in, like, a dirty sexual way tho. S/O is just rlly rlly shy and wants an excuse to smooch their cute skeleton man ;;

(I don’t have emojis on PC, sooo….)

THIS *clap* CUTE *clap* SHIT *clap* IS  *clap* MY *clap* JAM. Also this might be toeing a lil closer to nsfw than usual but then again, its me.

Also also, this got kinda long because I was in a mood for fluff, so some under the cut. A lot under the cut. 

UT!Sans: “sweet of you to cook.” He grinned from his spot leaning on the counter.

You roll your eyes.”That was barely a pun, dude.”

The grin widened and he came up behind you. “come on, I’m pie-ing here.”

That one gets a small smile out of you and you turn back to the pastry. He reaches from behind you. “hang on, think it needs a test-”

You smack him away. “Phalanges off, its not done.” You gesture the can in your hand. “I abjectly refuse to let you eat pie without whipped cream, I’m a good person. So just sit tight.”

He smirked, holding his hands up and backing away. “alright, alright. normally i’d argue but you’ve got me whipped, babe.”

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The 7 Psychological Phases of a Serial Killer

1. Aura Phase- This is the phase in which the killer starts to lose all sense of reality. The killer begins isolating himself from any sort of human interaction, but is still able to hide this personality shift from family and friends. At this point, life has lost all sense of meaning for the killer. This is the phase in which sadistic, sexual, and violent fantasies start forming in the killer’s mind. As a result, drugs and alcohol might be used by the person to numb these images, which in turn ends up making them worse. Soon, the killer will be consumed with the urge to act upon said fantasies. This phase can last from a few minutes to a few years.

2. Trolling Phase- This is the phase in which the killer starts to stake out a victim. He’ll begin searching for the intended victim in familiar places or comfort zones, such as the area around his neighborhood. The killer will also look for a convenient place to dump the body or carry out the act. This phase could last for hours, days, or even months until the killer is sure he’s chosen a perfect victim and location.

3. Wooing Phase- This is the phase in which the killer tests out his charm, and tries to win over his victim before the merciless act that follows. However, this phase only applies to organized killers that have more confidence and social skills than disorganized killers. The killer is focused on gaining his victim’s trust, and these types of killers usually choose a different victim if they don’t win someone’s trust. Once this trust is gained, the victim will be led into a secluded area. One of the first things that police notice when investigating homicide crimes is that the victims rarely put up a fight.

4. Capture Phase- In this phase, the killer reveals who he truly is. The capture phase is usually quick, and generally involves handcuffing the victim or a swift blow to the head. Sometimes, the killer also leads the victim into a car with no door handle on the inside, since the door handle could be used for a quick getaway. This is the phase in which the killer satisfies his sadistic needs. 

5. Murder Phase- The murder phase is typically described as a sort of ritualistic, distorted representation of the killer’s dark, abusive childhood, but with reversed roles. Sometimes, the killer will immediately kill the victim, but at other times he might torture the victim to death, revive him/her, and proceed to torture the person once more. Disorganized killers tend to quickly strangle the victim and then mutilate his/her face beyond recognition. They also tend to perform necrophilia on the victim. Organized killers, however, torture the victim and make sure he/she goes through a slow, agonizing death as yet another way to satisfy any sadistic needs. One way that they do this is through the act of rape. For the organized killer, murder is not the objective; the torture is. They are usually the ones to revive their victims just for them to feel the pain once again. Sexual sadists will also be prepared with equipment, and will often penetrate the victim with a foreign object, perform anal rape, or perform vaginal rape. Once this torture is over, the victim is ultimately killed.

6. Totem Phase- This is the phase in which all of the excitement that had gathered up in the killer starts to disappear. The killer wakes up from the fantasy that he was in and sometimes begins to become depressed. As a result, some serial killers keep souvenirs from their victims or perform ritualistic acts on them. Some killers steal their victim’s clothes and collect newspaper articles about their crimes. Others dismember the victim and either preserve or ingest their body parts. Some even take pictures of the crime and/or record it. The souvenirs serve to remind the murderer that the fantasy was in fact real, and was fulfilled. They also give the killer a similar feeling of power as the feeling of power that the actual crime gave him/her.

7. Depression Phase- This is the last phase in the cycle, and is essentially an emotional anticlimax for the killer. This phase typically lasts for days, weeks, or months. The killer’s depression can even lead him/her to commit suicide in extreme cases. With the victim now dead, the killer feels like the person didn’t represent what he originally intended him/her to represent. If the killer was tormented in the past by a family member or someone else, memories of the torture begin to come flooding back to him as well. The killer loses his sense of self once more and feels like his fantasy wasn’t thoroughly fulfilled. This is the time when a murderer might turn himself into the police. However, since a killer’s victims aren’t usually seen as people in his mind, the killer might believe that he didn’t commit the crimes and that he was a bystander in his own fantasy. The killer will soon begin killing again, with the fantasy becoming more realistic as well as the murders becoming more intense. The murderer is soon interrupted, which either happens when he gets caught or when he eventually stops killing. The killer might also commit suicide, which could explain why there are so many unsolved cases. However, since serial killing can become an addiction, serial killers are usually “interrupted” when they get caught.

Servant’s of God (Castiel x Reader)

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You skirted around the corner, nearly falling from the speed of the turn, and chased the werewolf down the ally. He turned left into a small alcove that led nowhere. He turned at the sound of your steps and before you could get a shot off, he lunged at you. He tackled you to the ground and you were forced to drop the gun to keep yourself from getting bit. You kept one hand on his neck and moved the other to his eye and pressed in as hard as you could. He snarled and tore through your shoulder with his elongated nails. You cried out in pain and took the risk of grabbing your knife from your pocket. You quickly stabbed the werewolf in the neck and dragged the blade down.

The silver burned deep into the skin and warm blood gushed onto you from the wound. The attack gave you enough time to scramble back to your gun. You had almost reached it when your arm was grabbed and you were thrown back against the brick wall. Your head stuck something cold and hard and your vision instantly blurred beyond use. Your head began to pound and you blinked wildly, but to no avail.

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