stab you in the head


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which Bucky attempts to use chemistry to explain the chemistry between you and him.

“Unholy War” (Jacob Banks)

A/N: any chem talk was me attempting to remember things from chem class in senior secondary school. forgive me if i made any mistakes! -j. x

“Are you annoyed?”

“… Oh, I don’t know, Bucky, what do you think? What do you think my problem is?”

“Um, it’s a Friday night and you’re here in the lab instead of somewhere else?”

Your problem isn’t the fact that you’re stuck in a lab on a Friday night. You’re annoyed because for some reason, Bucky Barnes has followed you into the lab and refuses to leave. He’s now poking your upper back like he’s a prepubescent teenager who just discovered the poking feature on Facebook.

Your apartment mate Steve introduced you to Bucky last semester. Apparently a few interactions and that one time you helped him with a Chem 101 problem set was enough for Bucky to decide that you two should be a couple.

Oh yes, sparks did fly, but that’s because Bucky’s personality borders on the line of flirtation. As cute as he is, you’ve brushed away his “declarations” of love. You know how guys like Bucky work, and their agenda isn’t something you want to get involved in.  When you find yourself getting too entranced by his chivalry and wit, you remind yourself to tread carefully. Much to your annoyance, your rejections have no effect on his persistence.

Forehead creased in frustration, you grab Bucky’s offending finger before staring into his blue eyes. “Please stop,” you let out.

Bucky hops onto the surface of a lab desk. Kicking his legs up and down, he lazily smirks at you as he watches your eyes drift from his eyes to the rest of his body. “You like what you see?” Bucky cheekily asks. “Take a picture, doll face. It lasts longer.”

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RIP Stronk

(Some backstory to help here)
Our Dnd group had found that the city had research to some dodgy stuff. Upon investigating, we found a man who had large spikes stabbed into him which we were told that the spikes were carefully placed into the mans body parts in order to make him incredibly strong. So they basically had the power to advance certain aspects.

Our groups goblin had the stats of 2 (he couldn’t even speak properly, he only yelled “STRONK” and “BASH”)

Friend (plays Stronk): So, with this spike, if I was to stab it in my head, would that make me incredibly smart?

DM: you have absolutely no knowledge of how to place it in your head, you will most likely die

Friend (plays Stronk): but like, is there a chance?

DM: I can assure you that you will most likely just stab yourself in the head and die

Everyone else: If the DM is telling you this, its most likely true. Don’t.

Friend (plays Stronk): I would like to stab the spike through my skull

DM: *rolls a fail* you fucking stab yourself in the brain and die instantly

Rest in peace Stronk.

“But you know as well as I, patriotism is a word; and one that generally comes to mean either my country, right or wrong, which is infamous, or my country is always right, which is imbecile.”

- Master and Commander by Patrick O’Brian

Relevant to the current state of the world.

anonymous asked:

can you write a trimberly fic where they're already dating and during an argument one of them says something hurtful, but doesn't realize it cause of how mad she is and the other just gets kind of quiet because she's actually really hurt? super angsty with a happy ending?

Thanks for the prompt!

Kimberly is well aware that her walking personification of an angry cat girlfriend is actually the softest softy to ever soft, and while the other girl mostly keeps to herself, there are various moments when she just drives Kimberly up the wall. She hates when the other woman leaves her dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor, hates when she doesn’t pick up after herself and she ends up tripping over gadgets the Latina steals from Billy’s lab without his knowing, hates that she’s always leaving empty water bottles on the kitchen counter or on the coffee table, and she hates when Trini blasts music while she paints in their apartment on the nights before Kimberly has a big exam. It makes her groan in frustration as she glares down at her notes, reading the same line at least three times before understanding the first half of the sentence.

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you  (Part 1)

Originally posted by always-and-forever-indeed

Ok Guys @bonniebird might have told you , but i am continuing the ‘Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin ‘ imagines . The gif does not belong to me .written because original owner said they were sadly not going to continue and that was a hell no to me .So here is a different version of her imagines 

Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus (barely)

“There you are darling,” said Uncle Kol finding you alone in the living room. You turn your head away from your coloring book to face him. 

“Hi uncle Kol, “ you frown up at him , smirking he  comes down to your level .

“Why are you sad ?” He asks . You look down to the floor , and pointed toward the outside garden , where everyone was cooing and  fighting over Hope attention . Kol couldn’t but be angry at how easily you were forgotten you were by his brother and sister’s , Like he was when he was your age when he was young . 

“Hey why don’t we go to the Cauldron to visit Aunty Davina then later the batting cages ” He says , making  your pop your head up with a shining grin on your face . “Quickly go get dressed,” He watches as you run as fast as you can to your room .


It was late when Kol and You had returned from the Cauldron and the batting cages. Within the five minutes of the car drive home you were deep asleep snoring .The entire house didn’t move an inch as they saw Kol carry you in . But if it was Hope they would of yelled . 

“Aaahh their he is the daughter thief. Come to return to the crime , “ Kol huffs at Klaus’s words . “You know it’s not stealing since she wanted to come with me ,” Klaus was about to retort if Kol hadn’t vamp sped  you to bed. 

But not before changing you . “So you think my daughter prefers you over me ,” Klaus growls , as he slams Kol into a wall with his hand on the wall. 

“It’s not exactly a secret is it that she constantly feels left you. And you all  just push her away like she is nothing  because she is human. Yet you —” Everyone watched as Klaus snaps Kol’s neck leaving him dead on the floor. 

No one dared to touch Kol’s body as Klaus storms out of the house.


The entire house jumped out of their seat’s as Hope had woken up the next morning. While Klaus , Elijah , and Rebekah check on Hope. Hayley prepares her food downstairs. Not even thinking of you , leaving Kol to make sure your okay.

When he reached your room he found you on your floor reading. “Good Morning Darling ,” He smirks as you walk up to hug him. “Good Morning Uncle Kol. How are you ?” 

“Perfectly fine darling , but how long have you been awake ,” He says as you two walk to your bed. “Oh about an hour ,” He wanted to question more about it , when Elijah called him for some important matters. 

By the time he came back to your room you weren’t there. He wen’t down stairs to ask him family only to see their only attention is on Hope not even noticing how you aren’t in the house.

After two searches around the house he decides to look around the  French Quarter , when he couldn’t find you their he went to Cauldron , then soon after all off New Orleans. 

Once he returned home he still saw every one was cooing over Hope . “ENOUGH I AM DONE KEEPING QUIET,” screams kol while throwing a vase, making every one look at him as Hope whimpers and curls up to Hayley making everyone angry.

“OH NOW I AM THE BAD GUY, FOR MAKING POOR HOPE WHIMPER. THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU LOT WHO HAVE  HAVE YET TO SEEM TO NOTICE THAT (Y/N) IS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN ,”He yells , as Klaus vamp speeds in front of him , making Hayley and Hope Leave the room.



“Do not dare you think i do not care for my daughter’s ,when you can’t even have one , And as for (Y/N) she is –”

“Not Here,” said Elijah .


Tears stained your face as the blood stained knife comes closer to your face. “No! No! Please stop,” you scream as the man walks closer to you . he was about to stab you when his heart and head is ripped off.

You never been so happy to him in your life, than at this moment . Thou you two have always seen each other you , Never would of thought he would be able to make . You limp into your Uncle’s open embrace . As Klaus enters the room with Haley right behind him. 

“It’s okay now Love  , it’s all over now “ he says “I am sorry  I couldn’t have gotten here sooner , “ he continues on trying to calm your tears and hiccups to the point where your just sniffling . He picks you up and tries to give you to Hayley , but you scream and cry  , making Kol back away with you in hand , but when he tries Klaus Scream to the point where Kol can here his ears ringing. 

He knew it was pointless on trying to convince you to go to your parent’s to he just carried you out , since during your captivity your left leg was messed up . No one said  anything on the way home . 


“She didn’t even want to come close to us ,”Hayley said , as tears threatened to come out of her eyes while plopping down onto the couch. “She didn’t want to come near her mother ,” tears ran down her cheeks. 

“And I didn’t even notice my child was gone until someone else told me . It  wasn’t even like she was gone for a few minutes she was gone for over six hours. “ by now she was sobbing into Elijah , as Klaus over hears the conversation from his room.

“Was I such a horrible father  to them, both “ Klaus watches as his one night stand and brother try to comfort each other, while he watches Hope sleep. ” She hates me .“ he whispers to no one in particular, but hears his words .

"She doesn’t hate you Nik she–”“

"Just doesn’t want me to near her in her time of need , but hope would of ran straight into my arms. "He says, while running his fingers through her hair as Kol walks into the room . "That’s the problem brother you keep complaining that (Y/N) isn’t like Hope , and you keep pushing her away . eventually she will not want to think about that ,” Kol says then left Klaus so he can be alone 

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 5

Here’s the next chapter! I’m honestly so in love with this AU and I have no idea where it’s going. Massive thank you to @diversemediums for letting me steal her brain vomit and helping me bounce ideas. As always, let me know what you think of the chapter!

Catch up on the previous part HERE

With a great struggle, Claire got her eyes open and looked around. She wasn’t home and she wasn’t at Frank’s. So where the hell was she? How long had she been asleep? Rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands, she pushed herself up.

After shaking her head, everything came back to her. She’d returned to Jamie Fraser’s house only to find him stabbed and bleeding in his panic room. But she couldn’t remember falling asleep, or how she’d-

“Oh! You’re awake!”

Yelping, she leapt away from the direction of the voice and promptly fell over the side of the bed. Struggling to her feet, she whirled around and looked at Jamie who sat in a chair, eyes wide.

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry, Sassenach! Didna mean to frighten ye. Ye’ve been asleep for a while.”

“Damn it! Where’s Murtagh? I need to check his head wound. And you. How’s your stab wound? And your head? Shoulder? Ribs?”

Jamie smiled at her, softening the lines in his face despite the bruises.

“Murtagh’s brewing tea in the kitchen. I made sure he stayed awake, per yer instructions. Dinna fash, lass. He and I are alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, trying to tame her hair a little. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. I don’t have any idea why I did. I can usually keep myself up.”

“I’m sure Murtagh would like to sleep soon, but he willna wi’out yer permission. Can ye walk?”

Nodding, she staggered around the bed, shooting her hand out to brace on the wall.


“Sorry, I’m alright. Just… I’m a little dizzy. Give me a moment.”

Blinking rapidly, Claire tried to get herself to focus.

“Christ, I canna imagine how tired ye must be. Come on, let me help ye to the kitchen. A sturdy cuppa will help ye.”

“I’m fine,” she said, vision still swimming slightly.

A warm, large hand rested on the small of her back.

“Please,” he said softly. “After all ye’ve done for me and for Murtagh, let me help ye.”

Realizing she probably wouldn’t make it to the kitchen under her own power, she nodded in agreement.

“Alright. But on the other side. I don’t want you to irritate your bad shoulder.”

“As ye say, Sassenach.”

Between the two of them, they stumbled down to the kitchen. True enough, the tea things were out and waiting, Murtagh sitting at the table.

“Ah, and so she wakes.”

“How’s your head? I’m so sorry I fell asleep. I was trying to stay awake to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m shocked ye stayed on yer feet as long as ye did, after-”

Jamie coughed loudly, interrupting his godfather.

“She needs some tea,” he said.

Claire looked up at him just in time to catch the glare he’d shot the other man. Still, Jamie helped her into a chair and fixed her tea. To her surprise, he put in a dash of cream and nothing else, exactly the way she preferred.

“How did you know that… Right,” she said, shaking her head again. “Psychic.”

While she let the warm liquid infuse her with comfort and strength, she realized the two men were speaking in Gaelic. She didn’t know what they were saying, but it seemed heated and a maybe a little hostile.

Eventually, Murtagh turned to her and met her eyes.

“How do ye feel, lass?” Murtagh asked.

“Alright. I really don’t know why I passed out.”

“Ach,” Jamie said dismissively. “Dinna fash about it. Ye came and did work ye werena expecting.”

As she took a long drink of her tea, the cell phone in her pocket began buzzing. Setting the cup down, she pulled the phone out and saw Geillis’ was calling.

“I’m sorry, it’s my roommate. She’s probably worried, I should answer.”

Claire got up and stepped away for a moment.


“Claire! Where are you? I woke up and saw your note but you weren’t home. What the hell happened to you?!”

“I’m sorry Geillis. I’ll be home soon and I’ll explain everything then. Drink the water by your bed and take the aspirin.”

Geillis snorted.

“I have. This isn’t my first hangover. Come home soon. I’m worried.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

Ending the call, she slid the phone back into her pocket before looking back at the two Scotsmen, offering an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry,” she started.

“Dinna fash,” Jamie said as he stood and cleared is throat. “You’ve got a life to return to.”

Claire blinked at his sudden change of accent. Once again, he’d adopted the false identity flawlessly.

“Feel free to come back any time,” he said, giving her a warm smile.

“Thank you. Um… Look, if you get into trouble again and need help, you can give me a call.”

Glancing around, she realized she didn’t have anything to write with. Jamie opened a drawer in the small cabinet and handed her a pen and pad of paper.

“Thank you. This is my cell. Give me a ring if you need anything. If that wound starts to get infected you need to go to the hospital.”

“Thank you,” Jamie said softy. “Would you like me to walk you home?”

Claire shook her head, trying to hide the wince it caused.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you.”

Jamie stood close to her, eyes searching hers.

“Are you sure? You nearly fell down the stairs earlier. I’d hate if something happened to you.”

Murtagh said something gruff, but Jamie ignored him.

“Quite sure. Thank you, Mr. Fraser.”

For a moment, he looked like he didn’t believe her. But then he bowed his head a little and smiled.

“Have a lovely day, Miss Beauchamp.”

Hearing her name confused her for a moment. She’d gotten used to hearing him call her Sassenach. After glancing at both men one last time, Claire nodded to herself and started the walk home.


“Do ye mind tellin’ me just what the hell that was? Claire doesna ken what she’s capable of! She needs to be aware of her gift!”

Jamie glared at his godfather.

“No. She doesna. No’ yet. And ye canna just spring that sort of information on someone!”

“She needs to know.”


Murtagh glared back.

“It is my job to protect ye and keep ye alive as long as I can. From what ye told me of the visions, they’re getting worse. Like Brian’s did. Ye need her. Like Brian needed Ellen.”

“I canna have her remain here out of an obligation to me. I…”

Two dark eyes narrowed at him.

“Ye care for the lass, then?”

Jamie began pacing, running his hands over his head.

“Of course I do! But…”

Turning, he met his godfather’s eye.

“Ye canna do a thing about it.”

“How could I no’ feel something for her? Ye saw how she was. Dove right in and saved our lives. And then the things I’ve seen…”

Jamie trailed off, swallowing hard.

“What have ye seen, lad? Ye’ve never said?”

“Her past. Our past. A past life? I dinna ken. But I’ve seen her, seen… I’ve felt her when she…”

Murtagh stood and put away the tea things.

“I think we need something a wee bit stronger than tea, lad.”

After pouring them each a small glass of whisky, Murtagh sat back in his seat.

“Start from the beginning, then. Tell me what ye’ve seen.”

Jamie exhaled, seeing not the whisky in his glass but the whisky colored eyes of his visions.

“Her. God I’ve felt what it’s like to lie wi’ her. Seen what she looks like when she’s happy and laughing. I ken why she’s afraid of love, afraid of growing close to people. I ken why she’s chosen a predictable life.”

“Ye love her?”

“No!” Jamie paused. “Yes. I… I dinna ken.”

Murtagh nodded slowly.

“I see now, why ye didna want to tell her of her gift. It would mean she’s here to keep ye alive, no’ by her choice. She could still be wi’ her man.”

Jamie pinched his eyes closed.

“I… Sometimes it’s hard for me to ken what’s me and what’s the vision. It’s like… Sometimes I canna tell the difference between what I truly feel and what I feel through the vision.”

“So ye’ve had visions of her, no’ just a past life? Any of her future or just her past?”

“Past. I dinna want to ken her future. No’ if… if it’s wi’ someone else.”

Murtagh nodded thoughtfully, setting down his empty glass as he yawned.

“Aye. I understand ye now. But ye need her, mind. No’ just because of yer feelings. It’s her power alone that kept yer visions from getting any worse. If she hadna been there, there’s no way to ken how bad it might ha’ gotten. So, eventually, ye need to tell her who she is. Tell her what she is.”

“Aye. I will. Just… No’ yet.”


Claire inserted her key into the door just as it pulled open. With a gasp, she leapt back and stared up at the man exiting.

“Sorry!” he blurted.

The man was tall, easily over six foot, with a bushy gray and white beard. He was unusual, if he was one of Geillis’ latest conquests. She usually went for younger more… athletic men.

“It’s alright,” Claire answered as he rushed down the stairs.

Inside her flat, Claire approached Geillis, who looked content and a little smug.

“Who was that?”

“Oh him? I’m not sure what his full name is. Dougal… something.”

“You didn’t have him when you came home last night.”

Geillis giggled.

“No. I didn’t. He called some time and well… One thing lead to another and…”

One delicate brow ticked up, allowing Claire to use her imagination to fill in the rest.

“At least you have part of a name. More than most.”

“How about we talk about where you’ve been all night.”

Her first instinct was to lie about where she’d been. She could say she’d gone to Frank’s, but they’d had no dinner plans.

“I… Went back to that psychic.”

“You did?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me??”

“I just wanted to prove he was a fraud.”

Geillis’ mouth dropped open.

“And? Did you get another reading!?”

“I did. He said I’d fall in love and live happily ever after with a tall, dark-haired man.”

Her roommate’s eyes rolled.

“He did not.”

“He did. So, he’s a fraud. Like all the others.”

Pushing past Geillis, Claire headed for her room. If she kept the lies short and simple, they might just pass undetected. But she had to get away before she was discovered.

In her room, Claire stood in front of her dresser frowning. Something wasn’t quite right. The photographs on top were slightly out of place. Her jewelry box was on the wrong side.


A moment later, her roommate leaned on the doorframe.


“My room… Why have things moved?”

“Oh, that. I tidied up a bit. You know. Vacuumed and such.”

Casting Geillis a disbelieving look, Claire snorted.

“Geillis Duncan, you don’t even know where the vacuum is. The only thing you know how to clean is the liquor cabinet.”

With a shrug, the other woman disappeared to her own room.


Closing the door behind her, Geillis locked it and pulled out her cell phone.

“What?” came the gruff voice on the other end.

“I was right. She went back.”


“Claims he’s a fraud.”


“Is she lying?”

“I think so.”


Geillis rolled her eyes.

“She’s easy to read when she’s looking at you.”

“Is it working?”

Picking up the clock radio on her nightstand, she fiddled with the stations until she heard a muffled crackle.

“Cleaning? Like hell. And in my room no less! She can’t possibly think I’m that gullible.”

“It’s working.”

“Good. Make contact when you have information.”

The line went dead and Geillis put the phone down. Hopefully she would get useful information soon.

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Complicated (Dean x Reader + Sam x Reader)

Plot: Dean Winchester dies, leaving his brother and his girl alone. All the frustration and anger brings Y/N and Sam together in a way that is a lot more than friendly comfort. As Sam and the reader delve into a relationship, a surprise visitor comes knocking on the door, changing everything.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Dean dying, much smut, unprotected sex (wrap it) kinda cheating but not really, swearing

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No More Lies

Prompt: Would it too much trouble to write where Bruce/Batman is the god-father of the reader because he had a close relationship with the reader’s mom and became a father figure to the reader (since she has never seen her father ever) and when Bruce takes the reader in after her mom’s death, they develop a daughter/father bond? However, during/after an event, it is revealed the reader is actually Bruce’s daughter?

You woke up in a blurry haze, the room around you dirty and dark. A stab of pain ripped through your head and you looked down to find yourself strapped to an archaic looking electric chair.

Get out. I have to get out of here.

A wave of lightheadedness suddenly washed over you, forcing you to close your eyes and rest your head against the back of the wooden chair. You took in slow steady breaths while you waited for the spots to stop dancing across your vision.

Where am I anyway?

Before you could ponder too much about how you wound up here a slow cold cackle filled the room. What blood was left in your veins chilled at the sound. You knew that distinctive laugh from anywhere.

No. Please dear god no.

“The Sleeping Beauty awakens!” He said with frightening enthusiasm. “You know, it’s not very lady like to keep your prince waiting.” He said, his voice lowering dangerously. If there was one flaw you had it was lack of self preservation. A normal person would keep their mouth shut, they would do whatever this monster wanted in the hopes that they might come out of this alive. You though, you were far too strong willed to stay quiet in the face of danger.

“You’re no prince of mine.” You spat. He smiled sickeningly at you and reached his hand out to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Not yet, I’m not.” He said with misplaced fondness, tapping the tip of your nose. Before you could attempt to bite his finger he stood up, grabbed the back of the chair and started dragging you to another room. “My poor Harley has strayed from me but you know what I’m a reasonable man so it’s time for me to move on from her. I need a new Harley. A better Harley. You might just be exactly what I need. Just think about it: me, handsome, devilish, charming, hilarious, suave … you get the picture. And you, the soon to be … transformed daughter of Bruce Wayne. We’ll take Gotham together and the best part it your precious Daddy won’t have enough money in the world to stop us!” He said before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Everything about him made your skin crawl.

“Fuck you. He’s not my father.” You snarled. He chuckled as you entered your final destination. The room was bare apart from a large boiling cauldron of acid centered in the middle of the room. As he dragged you towards the pot, panic started to clench at your chest.

“Don’t tell me he never told you!” He cackled. “Oh this is classic! I wish I filmed this. Oh wait! I did!” He laughed pointing towards the camera that was set up on a tripod in the corner. “Say hi to daddy dearest, sweetums.” He purred lewdly.

“You don’t know shit, you raving lunatic.” You growled.

“I know Daddy Waynebucks is your sperm donor just like I know how pretty you mommy dearest looks after a relaxing acid facial. You really should try it some time.” He replied his tone dark and threatening. Once again he grabbed the back of your chair but instead of dragging you in any direction he pushed your over, holding the chair so that your face was hovering just over the acid. You turned your face away from the fumes but you could still feel the fumes burning at your skin.

“If you live through this you’ll be the most beautiful Harley I’ve ever had.”

“Take your hands off her.” A new dark voice growled. Relief washed over you at the familiar voice.

Batman. My father.

“I’d rethink your choice of words Batsy.” the Joker teased, allowing his grip on the chair to slip, letting you fall until your cheek was just inches away from the toxic liquid.

“Give her to me or so help me I’ll break every bone in your body.” Batman threatened stalking closer to him but with every step he took, the Joker’s grip loosened. The man you had always assumed was just your god father stopped when he realized this. It was a standoff between two intense opposing forces.

“This takes me back Bats. You and me, staring each other down, the poor girl with a face full of acid. You remember little [Y/N]’s mother right? How you were too late to save the poor thing? I wonder if history will repeat itself.” He rambled wistfully. You could see the calculation running through your god father’s, no your father’s, mind. “Come on Batsy. Poor [Y/N] probably won’t last nearly as long as her mother did.”

“No one dies tonight Joker.” Batman growled.

“Tell that to [Y/N].” He retorted. “Whoops! Clumsy me!” He giggled before releasing you. You clenched your eyes shut and let out a terrified scream for the first time in your life. You had always been told that you mother was killed in a terrible fire, that it was all a terrible tragedy. Everything about your life was a lie and now you would die just as your mother had. Even in the last few seconds of your life, the irony wasn’t lost on you.

As soon as the Joker’s hands were off of you Bruce sprang forward and pushed your chair sideways. The impact of the floor was painful but it was a lot less painful than being submerged in a pot of acid would have been.Your father drapped to his knees and undid your binds, taking you into his arms as soon as you were free. In the midst of the chaos the Joker slipped away, his laugh echoing down the halls before disappearing completely.

“You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.” He reassured. You weren’t sure who he was trying to convince: you or him.

“Everything that he said was it true?” You asked.

“[Y/N], we can talk about this later.” He replied with a softness that wasn’t often present in his voice. His answer was enough to feed into your doubts.

“No.” You said firmly. Your entire life you had believed in the life that had been crafted for you, that your mother had died a tragic but otherwise normal death when you were too young to remember, that your father wasn’t in the picture but your god father Bruce Wayne took you in when you were just a little girl. Now you were worried that everything about your life had been a lie. “Did you know?” You repeated.

“Yes.” He admitted.

“After all these years, why didn’t you say anything? I needed my father.” You cried.

“I’ve always been here for you, [Y/N], even if I couldn’t call myself your father. Everything I’ve ever done, it’s been for your safety. Your mother and I agreed when you were born that you would be safest if you were kept away from me.”

“So what? I was your dirty little secret? Your bastard child that you hide away from the world?” You asked accusingly.

“No, never!” He swore. “We wanted to keep you safe. This was your mother’s wish and I respected it even after she passed. I should have told you sooner.” He admitted. You wiped the tears from your eyes with your sleeve before hugging your father in a bone crushing embrace.

“Please. No more lies.” You pleaded.

“No more lies.”

9S realizes suddenly that he’s crying. He’s not sure when exactly he started, but now the tears are simply pouring down his cheeks, and it doesn’t seem as if they’re going to stop any time soon. He gasps.

What is this? he thinks. What’s happening? This can’t possibly be real. This can’t possibly… He can’t possibly be going through this again. A 2B model acting so tenderly towards him… Was this some new torture those girls in red had devised for him? Or his punishment, for stepping too far out of line? Something in his chest feels so strained, as if it’s going to break in half. He raises both hands and presses them against his eyes.

“Please,” he breathes. “Please don’t do this to me.”

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Don’t Tell Me You Actually Doubted Me

Marvel (Doctor Strange) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Stephen Strange

Warnings: injury, blood, swearing and mentions of death

Request: “hi. can you please(if it’s not botherting you) write something about reader and dr. strange, where reader is injured and doctor lost his ring, and the reader needs surgery. and he had to do it himself? sorry for my english:)” - Anon

Word Count: 1,159

A/M: Your english is fine !!! Thank you for requesting, I think this is the first Doctor Strange request !

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Mine (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by breakthedisttance

Requested by Anon: “Haii!~♥ Can I request where Reader is like Joker’s girl. Despite being bad-***, he'is really over protective of her (Kinda like yandere, but Reader loves him). Cause of this, Harley gets a lil’ jelly and tries to get Reader dead, but gets caught?”

Warning: Violence, Reader Abuse

Harley’s blue eyes were focused on you as you straddled the Jokers lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you laughed, the smirk on your lips managing to make her even more jealous. He had thrown her aside and she wasn’t handling it well. Throwing herself into a spiral of drunken nights where she wanted nothing more then to go to him and beg him to take her back. It was killing her to see you with him.

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Second Chance

Hey everyone!! BLAH!!! Sorry it’s been so long since I posted, I’ve been a little down in the dumps and struggling with motivation. But here’s a one shot I wrote for a couple challenges, hope you like it!!

For @not-moose-one-shots Bethtastic 6K Writing Challenge my quote was “Gee, Mom, I guess you’ll have to send me to a military school to straighten me out.”

And for @highonpastries Pastries 250 Celebration my quote was “Why it is always you three in charge whenever the world goes to shit.”

Dean x female hunter, reader insert

Word Count: about 1750

Warnings: none really… canon-typical violence, sassy reader & Dean back and forth, kissing, brief reference to nookie, but no actual SMUT

Quotes are bolded in the text

Here’s my masterlist for more stories! The next chapter of The Hunt That Changed Everything will be out soon too, I’m almost finished with it, so be sure to get caught up! XO


Great. Freaking fantastic. Leaned up against your car, you grumpily kicked at a rock, sick of waiting. You only came to help with this stupid hunt because Garth begged you to… but you weren’t going to be happy about it. The last time you’d worked with the Winchesters you found yourself being used as vamp bait.

That part hadn’t been so bad, but the fact that the Dean had practically failed at noticing you were a woman when the time came to blow off some steam pissed you off bad enough to bail promptly afterwards. He shamelessly flirted with you the entire hunt and you even shared a brief but passionate frencher at the bar afterwards. But then the bastard had disappeared from the bar after only one drink while you were in the bathroom. It’s not like you’d expected a relationship or anything, but you heard through the grapevine that he was up for a good time and you were rather disappointed you didn’t get to discover exactly how good for yourself.

Well, there would be none of that on your part this time. He had a chance and had blown it and you weren’t really one for fresh starts. As the black impala came roaring up the dirt road, you moved around to dig in your backseat, trying to ignore your body’s involuntary reaction at seeing and hearing that damn sexy car approaching, knowing who was behind the wheel. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your neck side to side getting yourself into work mode as the muscle car pulled up next to your cherry red, beefed up ‘74 Ford Bronco.

“'Bout time,” you commented loudly as Sam and Dean exited the car, a dark haired man in a trench coat folding out of the backseat behind them. “Was starting to wonder if that POS had you stranded on the side of the road somewhere, but it must’ve just been​ Dean’s grandma driving,” you snarked as Sam walked up to you, grinning ear to ear at the insults you were already slinging his brother’s direction. 

He knew that something had happened between the two of you on the last hunt… something that has resulted in your prompt departure the morning after you finished up. Dean, of course, had given him nothing more than a pissy, “Shut up, Sammy,” when he’d asked about it.

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S7EP12 Daryl x Reader


Warning: angst, smut! 

Originally posted by thewalkingwho

As you drove down the country lane you thought about how you had gotten so far. Your group was so strong, always taking out anyone who tried to hurt you, so why couldn’t you do that with Negan. He had the group wrapped around his finger but you had a plan. You were ready to go to war, you already had the Hilltop on your side. Now you just needed the Kingdom and the new group, the Scavengers, to join you. You were already half way there with the that group, you were out getting more guns for them right now, and Daryl knew the perfect place to find them.

“Take a left down there” he grumbled.

You did as he said and stopped the car as soon as you saw the walkers inside the abandoned school carnival. The best part was that they were military, meaning they were bound to have heavy machinery.

“Jackpot!” you said, smiling from how many weapons you could see. “Hopefully they’ll still have ammo”

“Let’s hope so, or else this is a damn waste of time” Daryl said, grabbing his crossbow from the backseat and getting out the car. You joined him and made sure not to slam the door after you.

You looked up at the small school in front of you. “We could climb over that to get to the other side” You said, raising your hand to your eyes to block out the sun.

“That’s what I was thinking”

“I thought it first” you teased, making him laugh, that was something you hadn’t heard in a while.

Daryl bent down on the floor and put his hands out like a platform. “I’ll boost you up” he said. You nodded and placed your foot in his hand before he stood up, lifting you higher and making you able to grab onto the side of the structure. You pulled your body up as far as your arms would allow you and you lifted one knee onto the roof, your other leg following. Now lying on your belly, you reached a hand down and grabbed Daryl’s crossbow from him, placing it beside you before grabbing his hand and helping him up.

You both took a minute to catch your breath and look across the area of land. Walkers were scattered across the place, all of them wearing a US Army uniform, guns were strapped to their backs and for the first time you were happy to see so many walkers.

“Come on” Daryl said, stepping forward. You followed behind him and then it all happened so fast. Daryl took a step forward and you did the same, making the whole roof collapse beneath you. You landed on your back next to Daryl. Both of you looked at each other in shock before looking around at where you had fallen. There were rows of shelves, all stacked with canned foods and MRE’s. You looked back at Daryl and you both started laughing. You had just found a shit ton of guns outside and now all this food. Either you were dreaming or today was your lucky day. Once your laughter had died down you looked down at the floor.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in so long” you said, your voice quiet.

“There aint been a funny situation like this in ages” he replied, his voice going back to its usual bluntness.

You nodded your head and started to stand. “Come on, lets clean this place up” you said. You helped Daryl from the ground and started to get to work.

Daryl had placed out two mattresses on the floor and you fell back on one. Your body ached from the fall earlier, and you and Daryl had raided the shelves, shoving all the food into your bags, the rest you had eaten.

“I don’t think I’ve felt this full in my whole life” Daryl said, sitting on the mattress next to you.

“Me too” you laughed.

You looked over at Daryl to see he was already staring at you. No words were exchanged but you both felt the connection building between you. He moved forward onto your mattress and placed his lips onto yours. Your hands slowly made their way to his hair and you stroked it gently. Your mouths worked together in unison and soon enough Daryl used his mouth to open yours, your tongues colliding together as the kiss became more intense. Daryl pressed his body against yours and you could feel his hard on pushing against you. You reached your hands down to the hem of his top and you pulled it off his body, your lips barely breaking away from each other. Daryl moved his kisses down to your neck, making sure to suck at your sensitive part as he knew you liked it. His hands roamed down to your shirt and you lifted your back up, your body touching his as he took your shirt off. You let out a small moan as you felt Daryl’s teeth graze against your skin. He started to move down your body, he left a trail of kisses down your chest and then your stomach, all the way to the start of your jeans. He slowly undid the buttons and you helped him take them off by lifting your butt up. When they came off Daryl sat up and franticly started to undo his belt, he wanted to feel you so badly, he didn’t want to wait any longer. You bit your lip as you watched him take it all off, revealing his hard on to you.

Your eyes connected and you smirked at him. He grinned and immediately his lips were back on yours. You hastily took your panties off and Daryl grabbed his cock. Slowly, he slid himself along your slit, collecting your juices and making you more wet. You moaned at the touch and Daryl continued kissing your neck. You felt his cock move lower and finally he entered inside you, pushing himself slowly all the way in. You both stayed silent at first, and when he was fully in you both let out a low moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his back as he thrusted at a fast but steady pace. This wasn’t the usual rough fuck you’d have with him at Alexandria, this was slow, meaningful and passionate. It was a side of Daryl that came out very rarely.

He moaned into the crook of your neck and his hands reached under your back, rolling over he pulled you on top of him. You laid down against his body as you kissed his neck, his warm hands exploring your back. Daryl was thrusting inside you at a different angle now, every thrust hit your sensitive spot and you could feel yourself getting closer to release.

“I’m close” you whispered placing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, me too”

He started moving faster and soon his thrusts became sloppy. You moaned out as your high washed over you and sent you into a pleasurable state. You enjoyed the feel of every movement inside of you, and soon Daryl came too, grunting at your walls closing around him. You collapsed on top of him and then rolled to the side. You both took a minute to come down from your highs before you spoke.

“Now I’m seriously tired” you laughed, draping a hand across his chest as he pulled the sheet up just enough to cover your lower bodies. He planted a kiss on your forehead and you both fell into a deep sleep.

You had taken out about six walkers on your side of the small carnival. You and Daryl had separated, you went to the funhouse whereas he decided to take out the ones near the Ferris wheel. You stabbed the last walker in the head and looked over at Daryl to see the walkers starting to push on his gate, it wouldn’t be able to hold for much longer. Before you could think, the gate broke and dropped to the floor. You watched Daryl sling his crossbow over his shoulder as he started to climb the big wheel.

“Hey! Over here!” You shouted, trying to get the walkers’ attention. “Fresh meat over here come on!”

They weren’t listening, they were too occupied with getting Daryl. You swore under your breath before jumping over your gate and running over to the Ferris wheel. You stabbed one walker in the back of the head, but it was useless as you watched Daryl lose his footing and drop to the ground.

“Daryl!” you screamed.

You heard the walkers moaning and start to crowd around him. You dropped your knife and stared at the view in shock. Your face was still as you watched them tear up his body. He was gone, that was it, no more Daryl. You tried to wrap your head around that idea, you took a step closer but you dropped to your knees, your legs were too weak from fear and shock. Tears were now streaming down your face but you didn’t feel sad. You didn’t feel angry, or destroyed or happy. You were just numb. You continued to watch the walkers when you heard a gunshot, and then one walker fell on its back, dead. You looked around for a second, not knowing where the bullet came from but you couldn’t see anyone. Another fired and you looked in the direction of the sound. Coming out from a few boxes was Daryl. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly stood from the ground. He was shooting at the walkers one by one, and you joined him, grabbing your pistol and firing shots.

Once they were all taken out, you saw that what they were eating was a deer, not Daryl. You looked over to him and he was breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his face. You covered your mouth with your hand as you let out more tears, overwhelmed by the sight of him. You thought he was gone. You ran up to him and he picked you up in his arms, hugging you closer to his body as you both embraced each other. He thought that was the last time he would see you as well, he thought he was going to die until he saw the stack of boxes which hid him easily.

He set you back down on your feet but you both stayed locked together. “I thought you were dead” you cried into his shoulder.

“I aint leaving you, ever” he said, stroking the back of your head.

You brought yourself away from him and wiped at your tears. “Let’s get the guns and go” you said, going back to pick up your knife and working with Daryl to collect the guns for Jadis,

Stupid older siblings

Originally posted by acekeith

Words: 1336

You were in your room putting on your shadowhunter gear. You were so excited, it had been a long time since you went on a mission. You had been training hard the whole time. Last time you went on a mission, you had to stay behind Alec the whole time, while Isabelle went beside you with her whip ready. Jace was walking in the front with Clary, making sure every corner was free. And yet you still got bitten by a scorpios demon.

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SUMMARY: You’re an actress on the Walking Dead but before that, you were a stunt double. Because of that, you get to do your own stunts but one scene changes your life forever.

WARNING: Strong language

NOTE: I’m gonna change a bit of the plot btw. Just so you know. Hope you enjoy :D

TAGS: @negans-network


“Yes, we are filming Glenn’s death scene tomorrow.” You speak into the microphone as you smiled at Steven Yeun, who smiles back.

Right now, you were filming an exclusive interview that will be shown after Glenn’s final episode is aired. It was a sad moment for the pair of you because you two had been friends since before the Walking Dead and your characters were siblings. Although, Glenn’s final episode would be your first appearance, you had worked with TWD crew for some time, as a producer and director for some episodes. It was only until when your boyfriend, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, was introduced did the main writers decide to add your character in the show, to be play his love interest.

“So the executives and writers of the Walking Dead… they’re really going for his death?” James questions, his normally relaxed face solemn.

“Yeah… but it’s not like Steve’s gonna die in real life, right?” You smile. It was gonna be hard to film that scene the following day.

“Hey, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” Steven cackles, finally the tension dissipates from the air.


You watched as the crew and your fellow co stars hug Steven before he heads to the makeup trailer. You followed him close behind and watched as they made him look like he went through hell. You smiled at him, trying not to laugh when the makeup artists were halfway done. When you saw the finished product on his face, you started to cry. It looked so realistic.

“Hey! Hey!” Steven cooed,“It’s fake. I’m ok.”

You hugged him,“I know but… but it looks so real.”

He holds onto you too, tightening his arms around you,“I’m gonna miss being on set. I’m gonna miss you too, sis.”

You look up to him and pulled his head so you could kiss his forehead,“Let’s go kick some ass, Glenn.”

In the script, your character would eventually find Negan, Glenn, Rick and the others after being by herself for so long. The stunt you had to do today was riding your motorbike up a ramp just in time to watch as Negan beats your brother to death with Lucille. However, you character does not know until Maggie screams his name.

It was pitch black when you began to film. Norman and Andrew wished you luck since the ramp was quite high and you had to crash through a window.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” You heard someone call. You revved up the motorbike and waited for the cue.

“3… 2… 1… action!”

Your engine roared as you rode on the ramp and flew in the air for a few moments. You saw Andrew and Norman and the rest of the crew and cast cheering and waving as they watched you film your scene…

then they were gone just as you crashed through the window. You fell off the motorcycle, expecting to find a soft mattress… but there wasn’t any.

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anonymous asked:

i am a fan of the "chocobros rescuing s/o" scenario and lots of angst. ;) could you please write short scenarios for the bros saving their severely injured gf during a battle and maybe the aftercare they'd give? thank you!

Hello Anon! Thank you for sending such an angsty request! This was originally supposed to be posted last night (according to Aussie Eastern Standard time) and it is now Saturday night xD I got a little carried away with the angst part! I didn’t quite go too much into detail in regards to aftercare, but I tried to add in fluff and cuddles so that ya’ll don’t hurt too badly! I think Ignis’ is the only one that explicitly mentions aftercare LOL! Hope I did your request justice though, lovely!

**NOTE: Can you tell? Ignis is my fave… LOL- I feel slightly guilty about how long his scenario turned out, but I also don’t want to cut anything out xD**

Noctis: It’s strange how life works. One minute, you’re implicated in a routine battle with a nest of hundlegs, and then the next your whole world turns is knocked off kilter. A heavy weight is pressed up against your back and a low growl hits the ear that’s not currently pressed into the long, green grass beneath your pinned body. You try to squirm away from the creature- you’re pretty sure it’s a full-grown coeurl- but your upper back is burning where the coeurl’s claws have punctured long, deep gashes into your skin.

You let out a weak cry for help, and try to reach out towards Noctis- but he’s too far away and too focused on warp-striking the creepy crawlies around him. He has no idea you’re in trouble. You begin to lose focus as the heavy weight on your back, and your quick blood loss, render it hard for you to breathe. The last thing you remember hearing before your whole world turned blank was Prompto’s panicked scream, followed by the tell-tale blue light that usually followed Noct’s warp-strikes.

When you come to, you find that your right hand is encased in a strong, sweaty grip. Whoever was holding your hand, they’d been holding on for quite some time. You try to flex your fingers in the person’s grasp, and whoever had been holding your hand immediately lets go. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head to your right, your tired eyes meeting with your boyfriend’s midnight blue orbs. The skin around his eyes are tinged pink, like he’d been rubbing tears from his eyes continuously.

You attempt to sit up, only to let out a pained cry when the movement stretches the wounds on your back. Noctis’ face falls and you swear you hear him whimper. His shoulders are hunched and his eyes are now averted from your pained stare. You frown at his behaviour.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I was careless…” you begin, only to have Noctis shake his head almost violently. You stop speaking and regard him, a concerned expression fixed onto your face. After a few moments of stillness, Noctis turns his face back to you and stares deeply into your eyes- resolve evident on his handsome, yet youthful features.

“I promised I would take care of you, and you almost bled to death. If Prompto hadn’t noticed, you could have died… I failed.”

You shake your head. “No, Noct…”

“Don’t try to make it better- I screwed up.” Noctis states firmly before hesitantly leaning forward and planting a soft peck on your cheek. Bewildered, you keep your eyes wide open and watch Noctis’ movements carefully. He reaches for your hand again and squeezes it firmly in his grasp. His palms are still sweaty- he must have been really shaken by your attack and resultant injuries. “I’ll do better… so that there won’t be a next time.”

All you can do is nod, because you don’t know what to say to make it better. You know it’s not his fault- that it’s not his responsibility to look after you. As a matter of fact, you were part of his Crownsguard- his tactical intelligence advisor. You were supposed to be protecting and guiding him…

It was your turn to look away, as the consequences of your incompetence in battle- and your rather unsavoury relationship with your prince- hit you hard. It was you who failed today- not Noctis.

Prompto: You’re not sure what’s going on. There’s a flurry of movement above you, next to you… all around you! You’re getting dizzy and you feel some wet stuff pouring out of your shoulder from what you think is a small bullet hole. You try your best to keep your eyes open, but you’re losing blood quick and no one can hear your small voice calling out for help. A few minutes later, after fighting the urge to shut your eyes for what seemed like the longest time, you succumbed to the heavy downward tugs of your eyelids.

The next time you pry your eyes open, you’re surprised you’re actually alive. You had lost a LOT of blood and everyone was too confused to have come to your aid on time. Your eyes shoot straight to your injured shoulder, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the thick gauze dressing surrounding the bullet wound. Disbelief slowly turned into annoyance, and then annoyance very quickly turned into red hot anger. Your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum, sharpshooter extraordinaire… had shot you. He freaking shot you! You almost died! You swing your legs over the side of your cot, fighting the dizzy spell that tried to pull you back down onto your sick bed, only to be met with the concerned face of your boyfriend.

“No, y/n, you need to lie down.” Prompto’s voice sounded kind of strange- like he’d been screaming or crying for a prolonged period of time. His voice was raspy and pitchy, and nothing like the cheery tone you were used to. You tried to cross your arms in front of you, but the position pulled at your wound uncomfortably, so you settled for placing your uninjured hand on Prompto’s chest to shove him out of the way. You were still mad that he’d shot you.

“Where was that concern when you pierced a bullet through my shoulder?” You grit out, your notoriously fiery temper showing itself. Prompto’s bottom lip immediately trembled as he shook his head, denying your words.

“That’s not how it happened. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry- I know I messed up. I almost killed you… I don’t even know what… I can’t even…” Prompto hiccupped between words, each of his heaving breaths causing your heart to clamp painfully in your chest. You did this. You hurt your sunshine.  

“It was an accident and I’m sorry for getting mad at you for something that wasn’t even your fault. I’m such an ass hole- look at you taking such good care of me, my baby chocobo,” you cooed, fighting hard against your own guilty tears as you leaned against the warm body of your boyfriend.

Without letting go of the supplies he brought for you, he brought his warm and gentle arms around you, sobbing his guilt out quietly onto your shoulder. You rubbed the nape of Prompto’s neck and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in turn.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I can call you mine. I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault, I promise.” Despite your desperate words of reassurance, Prompto’s sobs hadn’t subsided for another few minutes. You shut your eyes tight and tried to control your own breathing- you could be terribly cruel at the worst of times…

Gladiolus: You’re fighting side-by-side with Gladio, stabbing at the Ronin whenever you found an opening with your lance. Gladio’s hacking and slashing at the tall daemon, a satisfied smirk on his face as he notices that the daemon doesn’t have too much life left in it. Noctis, Prompto and Ignis are all pre-occupied with a Lich that has just joined the fray in an ambush. They’re a good ways away from you and Gladio, so you focus all your attention on the Ronin’s seemingly sluggish movements, and your boyfriends beautiful yet rough battle form.

Suddenly, while you’re checking to see if Gladio needs a potion or remedy, you feel an unbearable burning sensation rip right through your abdomen. You gasp in immense pain as you’re lifted off your feet, impaled by the Ronin’s long katana. Just before it is able to throw you off its blade in a cruel display of battle prowess, Gladio slices clean through the daemon’s middle with an enraged roar.

You feel the blade inside you dissipate, and a chill races up your spine at the unnaturally cool sensation that emanates from the stab site. You hardly feel yourself fall with a thud onto the cold dirt below. You barely register your boyfriend’s shaky voice speaking in low, gravelly tones right into your ear. You don’t know what he’s saying- all you know is pain.

You shut your eyes, and the pain takes over completely.

When you awake, you’re wrapped up comfortably in blankets. You don’t dare try to sit up, because you remember what happened with the Ronin and you can feel the sharp throbs of pain shooting fire throughout your body from where you’d been stabbed.

“Babe?” Gladio’s voice suddenly calls out from beside you. You turn your head, finally noticing his presence, and you can’t help but break into an amused smile at the look of sheer relief on his rugged face.

“You look like you’ve been to hell and back, sweetie…”

Gladio runs a hand through his hair and nods in agreement. “It sure felt that way. I almost lost you back there.” Gladio’s usually strong voice grows shaky with every word he utters. Your heart breaks a little at the sight and sounds of his apparent worry for you. “Iggy was almost sure you’d be dead before we got to civilisation.” Your eyes widen at Gladio’s words and he barks out a weak laugh. “Yeah, you were THAT bad, babe.”

You’re both silent for a few moments before you register Gladio’s uneven breathing. You place your hand on his knee, and look up at his face, only to see silent tears streaming down his scarred cheeks.

“Gladdy… I’m still here. You saved me, I’m safe now.” You say, trying to calm your boyfriend down. Your heart is breaking, and the pain you experience from seeing your boyfriend in such a state dampens the physical pain that had been plaguing you since you woke.

Gladio suddenly leans in and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hand barely resting atop your bandaged abdomen as he silently cries out of relief, shock, pain and guilt. You let a few of your own tears slip from your watery eyes- you’ve never seen Gladio cry, and you are touched by how much he actually cherishes you.

“And I’ll make sure you’re always safe. This will never happen again.”

You press a soft kiss to Gladio’s temple and sigh, reaching up to bury your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you, my hero.”

Ignis: You’re an academic- not a fighter. Ignis knows this very well, and continuously insists that you stay back at camp while he and the rest of the chocobros take down a nearby hunt. But you won’t have any of it, and forcibly come along- armed only with a notebook, a pen and a magic flask containing a simple healcast spell. Noctis had handed it to you quietly, a small apologetic smile on his face, after Ignis had thrown his hands up in the air in clear frustration and walked away to get ready to take down the bounty.

You and Ignis don’t usually argue, but this situation is slightly different. Your life is potentially on the line, and Ignis absolutely loathes not being in control of any given situation that he may have the power to control. Daemons are unpredictable, and while he didn’t have to worry about his other travel companions not being able to hold their own in the midst of a raging battle, you are inexperienced and quite quick to lose your cool. You are his exact opposite in most aspects, and he fell in love with all your quirks. But your stubbornness… that is always a challenge.

When you and the boys finally arrive at the hunt site, Noctis warps straight into battle, followed by Prompto’s quick volley of bullets at long-range. Gladio leaps into the fray with a loud war cry and quite literally smashes one of the baby garulas out with a single swipe of his blade. Your eyes land on Ignis and his previous frustration at you is obviously being channelled into his powerful jump-strikes- his lance stabbing viciously into the screaming Garulessa he is targeting. You observe the battle, the magic flask tight in your grasp, with awe. The boys fought with artistic precision, twisting and turning amongst each other and working collaboratively to take the pack of Garulas and Garulessas down.

You’re so enthralled with the beauty of the fight, you don’t notice the enraged Garulessa charging at you from your left. By the time you realise you’re about to be trampled to death, your body freezes and then… excruciating pain fills your senses. You feel your ribs crack under the immense weight of the Garulessa’s hefty hoof as it runs over you and towards the boys in a rage. You’re on the ground, unable to even breathe without your agonistic pain increasing two-fold. You crush the flask in your grasp, desperate for relief. Electricity surrounds the atmosphere around you and you slowly find that it’s a little easier to breathe.

“Y/n! Shit- Iggy! She’s down!” You hear Gladio’s voice cry out in a panic. You loll you head to the side, still on the ground, and you notice Prompto, Gladio and Noctis fighting their hardest against the last Garulessa in the fray- the one that had trampled you over. You shut your eyes, just as the familiar accented lilt of your boyfriend’s voice enters your ears.

“No… this is not happening. This is not what is happening right now…” This is the last thing you hear Ignis say as he gathers your head into his lap. The slight jostling shoots pain into every region of your body and you succumb to the darkness.

You don’t know it, but Ignis has not left your side since you fell unconscious. He does not let anyone near you after the doctor has dressed and bandaged the most severe of the injuries you sustained. Due to the shock and trauma your body experiences from the Garulessa ambush, you do not awaken for three days.

When you do eventually open your eyes up, Ignis is by your side, glasses off and looking strangely unkempt. He heaves a sigh of relief when you slowly turn your face towards him, and leans forward to brush his lips across your brow. He leans back, and his moss green eyes are filled with affection.

“There you are- I’ve been worried. You caused quite the stir, young lady.” You groan weakly and shut your eyes momentarily before re-opening them. Your mind is filled with flashbacks from the argument you and Ignis had before the whole ‘trampling’ incident. Your eyes fill up with tears, and Ignis immediately knows what’s on your mind.

He presses a long finger to your lips and shakes his head, his brows furrowed in compassion as he carefully gathers you into his arms. He rocks you gently as you sob, the entirety of the situation crashing down on you.

“Hush, sweetheart. We all make mistakes- I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do if I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry Iggy,” you whisper through your sobs. The small movements hurt your ribs, and Ignis notices you tense. As if by magic, he brings out a Hi-Elixir and holds the medicine to your lips with a small, sad smile.

“I forgive you. Here, drink.” You smile back, and let Ignis take care of you.

Come Home to Me

Characters: Frank Castle (Punisher) x Reader 

 A/N: i see one gifset of fucking jon bernthal and i have to write a fucking fic about him. goddamn it. i love my murder husband…

 Summary: Frank comes home to you a little more beat up than usual and you get emotional. 

 Warnings: angst? injuries (bruising, cuts), mostly just feeeeeelings 

 Words: i honestly have no idea. i wrote this on my phone at work… 

 Tags: none? lol this is a new character 

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

A thundering knock jolts you from sleep. You groan and push the fuzzy blanket off your bare legs to stumble off of the couch where you’d been waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You must have fallen asleep waiting. 

Another knock comes from your front door and you groan, pulling your cardigan tighter around you at the sudden chill in the air. “Coming, coming,” you mutter. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and swing the door open as quickly as possible just to stop the awful knocking. 

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Life | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff (!!!)

Words: 1,637

Summary: The reader and Daryl go out on a run whilst in Alexandria. He never speaks to her and she never speaks to him but wants too. The reader almost gets bitten by a walker whilst thinking about her past life and the following things occur. (Disclaimer: the reader is a lot younger than Daryl - about 22) 

A/N: Hey gang! I have so many ship requests so I thought I’d change the layout of my blog again because it’s stocking up with ship requests! I hope you all are well and pls don’t butcher me on daryl bc it’s my first time writing him. thanks!! 

Originally posted by noisysunday

Daryl Dixon was a strange character. He barely spoke to anyone who was relatively new. The only people he spoke to frequently were Rick and Carol and you knew that was because he knew those two the longest out of everyone. 

You two had had minor interactions, if you could call them interactions. You once went over to garage at Aaron’s place to give him a bit of your water because you’d realised he’d been out there for so long and he was probably going to get heatstroke. The only thing he said to was, “Hm, thanks,” and a nod of the head. You knew deep down that he wouldn’t have had a full conversation with you there and then but it would’ve been nice. 

It was odd for you because he was the one who saved you outside the walls. You had come into an altercation with a couple of men and these men thought it was alright to be suggestive towards you. They came onto you but didn’t get too far as the men were taken down by two arrows, through the head. He then proceeded to tell you his name and that he had a camp. The rest was history. 

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