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Title: It’s Over (Part 2/2.)

Part 1.

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: You and Negan try and live a life after the affair ended, but things do not go according to plan. 
Word Count: 3,607
Warning: Violence, blood, srs all the angsty feels
Author’s Note: So, there were many people who wanted a part two, so I decided to write another angsty continuation to @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s original prompt for her 400 follower Negan Challenge! This is a full flood of emotions, so I hope you all enjoy it! ;-)

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hurricane — chapter two || kol mikaelson

author: @broodybell
pairing: kol x reader
word count: 2,213

authors note: this chapter is a little confusing, there’s a lot of flashbacks but they’re in italics, so try not to get too confused!

series masterlist.

summary: lily tells her story and the mikaelson’s finally learn the truth of their love long best friend. 


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Hurt

Writing Prompt #5 “Where were you when I needed you”

Requested by the adorable @negansxlucille. Hope you enjoy honey!

Negan/Lucille pre walker

contains: copious amounts of angst and language. Just to warn you dear readers, you will probably HATE Negan in this.


Lucille braced herself against the counter, her fingers gripping the edges so tightly,  her knuckles were turning white. Despite how enraged she was, she couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried taking some deep breaths. But despite her efforts, they could not remove the uncomfortable bundle of dread in the pit of her stomach. Lucille prayed that she was wrong. That her husband’s phone had died or maybe he was in an accident. She grimaced, inwardly scolding herself that for even a split second, she had hoped for Negan to be hurt so badly, that he couldn’t pick up his phone.

As if on cue, she hears the front door open behind her and her husband’s signature whistling sounded down the hall. Lucille quickly straightened up and wiped her eyes. She forced herself to release her tight grip on the counter only to find her hands trembling at her sides. Hearing his footsteps come down the hall only made the pain in her chest worsen and she didn’t think she had the strength to face him. But present matters and the overwhelming dread had forced her hand. She had to know. 

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I Found You

Request: Could you write one for me please? Stiles X reader inspired by song Hurts - The Rope. 

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warning: Child abuse

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Never done a song request before, but I like trying new things. I hope it turned out alright! Let me know what you think. I hope you like it anon! Sorry it took so long to get out

(Y/N/N) = Your nickname


The first day it happened, it scared the hell out of all of us. She was lying there motionless in the hospital bed when she began to shake uncontrollably. Although it never woke her up, it stopped and welts began to form on her arm. It started happening more frequently and every time more and more welts appeared. She laid there with a peaceful look on her face for once. Whenever I see her it isn’t too hard to tell she puts on a happy face for all of us to see. She may smile, but it never reaches her eyes. For months I wondered if she’d ever tell us what was going on, but she never did. (Y/N) was always trapped in her own mind. If that even makes sense. One minute she’s smiling and laughing, the next she’s daydreaming and closed off from the rest of us.

In a recent turn of events, we were hunting a djinn, but it didn’t take long for it to come after us. She was stuck in her own head for good this time if we didn’t find a way to wake her up. Deaton suggests that someone close to her get in her head and convince her that what she sees isn’t reality. No one knows (Y/N) the way I do. They never see how she softly scrunches up her face at the mention of anything related to math or how when she’s daydreaming a small smile makes its way across her face. It’s not that the pack doesn’t care about her, it’s just that I care about her more.

“When you wake up, you have to remember none of it is real. You know her better than any of us. If you don’t find her in time, she’ll die”, Scott reiterates for the third time

“I know. I got it. I got it”, I said after drinking the foulest tea I’ve ever tasted, courtesy of Alan Deaton

I felt my limbs growing weaker as everything began to fade to black. When I woke up, I was in bed, but it wasn’t mine. The sheets and walls were pink with stuffed animals littered all over the floor and a tea set sitting on a tiny table. This definitely wasn’t mine.

“(Y/N)!”, a rough voice yelled, “Where’d you go you little runt?”

As the doorknob jiggled, I heard a whimper coming through the closet door.

“Open the goddamn door!”, he let out a frustrated groan as he hit it repeatedly

“No”, the voice said quietly, “Leave me alone, please”

I stumbled off the small bed and slowly made my way to the closet. When I pulled the door open, I was met with a little girl around the age of four. The more she gripped her stuffed animal, the more I noticed the bruises forming on her arm. Every time I stepped closer, she clutched the animal even tighter as more tears ran down her face.

“Please don’t hurt me”, she cried, “I didn’t do anything wrong”

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you”, I said as I got on my knees, “I just want to help”

She stared at me as if she knew who I was and slowly wiped the tears from her face.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”

(Y/N)?…That’s a pretty name”

If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now. From her (Y/E/C) eyes to her unruly (Y/H/C) hair. As long as I’ve known (Y/N), she never spoke of being harmed as a child. Her father died before she was born and she doesn’t remember much about her mother. She had a perfect childhood.

At least that’s what she told me.

“Stiles, you have to save her before it’s too late”

“What? Save who?”

“Hurry!”, she yelled as the door flew open

The man that stepped in towered over the both of us. I’ve only seen her father in pictures, but he was far more terrifying in person. He glared at his daughter and he made his way towards her as I got on my feet to step between them. There was no way he was going to harm her on my watch.

“Stay away from her! You can’t do this, she’s your child!”, I yelled

He continued walking, but he didn’t stop once he reached me. He threw me out the way and grabbed (Y/N) while she screamed in terror.


“What’s wrong with her?”

She never speaks

That’s because she’s a freak. We’ll never understand her”, I hear voices on a constant loop

I’ve been wondering around the halls for what feels like hours only to see the same thing over and over again. The same group of girls pass by and repeat the same thing. Only I can’t figure out who they’re talking about. They pass by for the twelfth time before I notice someone standing in the corner. As soon as my eyes met hers, she turned away. The moment her name passes my lips, the noise you normally hear in the halls grew louder. They all had their eyes on me, but my eyes were glued on her as she took off down the hall.

“(Y/N), wait!”, I called running as fast as I could to catch up

I came around the corner and stopped in my tracks. The middle school hallway turned into a dimly lit hall full of doors. (Y/N) stood in front of me as she began to shake. There were more bruises on her arms this time.

“What are you doing here?”, she asked

“What is this place?”

“No, how did you get in my head?”

“I’m supposed to wake you up…well not you in middle school. I just don’t know where to look”

She passed a door and made a face, “They’re my memories”, she said softly

“She…well I didn’t want you to see them. They scare her to death and she’s afraid to talk about them, but I think you can help”

“Everyone keeps telling me that”

“That’s because you know her…me. You knew something was wrong the second she told you she was ‘fine’”

“How do I find her?”

She opened another door and a scream followed the sound of belt biting into someone’s skin echoed throughout the hall. (Y/N) grimaced and slammed the door shut.

“I know you Stiles. You won’t go through these without her permission, no matter how bad you want to. You know us all too well, you’ll find her”

“But I-”

“They chose you for a reason. Come find us”, she said as she faded away


I knew where (Y/N) would be. Whenever she zoned out and thought no one was paying attention, she stared off into space and mumbled about a safe place. She would smile fondly when I brought it up, but only told me it was favorite place to visit when she was a child and it was too far to visit now. Deep down I wanted to take her there one day just to see her face light up and see her at peace for once. She deserved every bit of it. The only problem was I’ve never been there myself so finding it wouldn’t be that easy.

I’ve passed houses, churches, and grocery stores and no one has ever seen this creek that (Y/N) described and I was starting to grow more and more frustrated. It was the one place she used to visit a child when things got complicated.

The sky grew darker, but not because it was getting late. There were clouds completely covering the sun. Children were running from the streets and into their homes while the adults stood in fear and stared at the darkening sky. One by one all of their eye landed on me.

“Stiles”, one of them said, oddly enough their voice sounded just like Lydia’s, “You’re running out of time. She’s running out of time. Her heart rate is already dropping”

“Lydia? I…I need more time. I’m so close to figuring this out”, I panicked

“I can’t get you any more. It’s all happening so fast. Figuring out what?”

“(Y/N)’s location. I met her…well younger versions of herself and it all led me here. I’m on the same street she grew up on, but I can’t find it. I can’t find the creek. I know she’s there, she has to be”

The person with Lydia’s voice scratched their head in confusion before saying, “Do you mean ship’s creek? You’ll never find it out in the open. It’s somewhere in the forest outside the town. Stiles, hurry! Before it’s too late! We can only hold the djinn off for so long”

The woman’s gaze dropped and she headed back to her house with her children. Everyone else followed her actions and went in their respective homes. As I ran through the empty streets I made my way to the outskirts of town where I was met with a forest. The dark sky left little to no light for me to see where I was going. I blindly made my way through the forest until I saw a small light emitting from the center of the forest.

As I ran towards the light, I called out her name over and over before I heard a soft voice reply. It reminded me of when I found (Y/N) in that closet.

“Stiles?”

“(Y/N) hold on, I’m on my way!”

Just as I thought I stuck the landing, my foot got tangled in a rope and I fell over. I landed on a pile of branches and a shovel. Deep down I knew I was getting closer.

“(Y/N)!”, I called louder

“Stiles? Stiles, I’m over here! Hurry”

The led me to a hole that was at least fifteen feet and (Y/N) was all the way at the bottom. The bruises that she accumulated over the past few years were now evident as they decorated her skin. Her hair was matted against her head and she was terrified. Who knows how long she’s actually been trapped here on her own.

“I’m so glad I found you!”

“Me too! I can’t get out. I have to before he comes back”

“(Y/N) who are you talking about? There’s no one here”

“My father. He keeps coming back. Every time I get close to getting out, he pushes me back in. It feels like I’m starting to–”

“Fade away?”, I asked as I looked at the light that led me here. It was slowly beginning to fade, showing me just how much time she really had left.

“How did you know?”

“Just trust me. Please? I have to get you out of here first”

I ran to the closest tree and wrapped one end of the rope to the trunk. The rest of the rope was thrown into the hole. (Y/N) grabbed on to the rope and started pulling herself up. She was almost there when he angrily called her name.                                                                     

“What do you think you’re doing”, her father yelled

He made his way to the tree and untied the rope tied to the tree. As the rope started falling into the hole, (Y/N) began to yell louder. I grabbed the rope as tight as I could to keep her from hitting the bottom, but it slipped out at the last minute.

“Just leave me here. There’s no need to put yourself in danger for me. Leave Stiles!”, she said weakly

“Don’t say that! As much as you’ve put your life in danger for others, it’s time to return the favor. I won’t leave without you”

“Stiles just go. You’ll all be fine without me”

“I won’t be. I’m not giving up on you. I–I’ll always love you until the day your heart stops beating. Maybe even after that. I know you’ve been hurting because of your past, but you don’t have to go through this on your own. I’ll always be here for you”, I replied as I climbed down the hole

As I got to the last foot, I jumped off and pulled her in my arms. Tears were streaming down her face.

“(Y/N) this isn’t real. I’ve searching for you so I could tell you. Wake up and I’ll be there waiting for you. This may not be real, but the way that I feel for you is and I can’t just let you go”

She stood in my arms with doubt in her eyes, the color was still drowning from her face as she trembled. Maybe words weren’t enough, I had to show her. Before she could say anything, I pressed my lips to hers. (Y/N) didn’t respond, but soon she began to move her lips against mine and we stayed in each other’s embrace until we heard her father making his way down the hole.

The light was growing brighter over us.

“What do we do?”, she asked frantically

“Remember this isn’t real?”

“I believe you Stiles”

“You asked me to find you and I did. I always will (Y/N/N). When you wake up, I’ll be there waiting for you”

The light reached the bottom of the hole and everything began to fade.


When I woke up, I was laying in a hospital bed with Liam and Lydia sitting by my side. Relief washed over them when they realized I was waking up.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”, I asked

“She’s fine. She woke up a few minutes ago”, Lydia replied, “A nurse will be in here shortly to check your vitals”

I glared at her and Liam. They both knew there was no way I would stay put knowing (Y/N) was in the other room. I swung my leg over the bed and ended up on the floor.

“Deaton said that would be a side affect”, Liam said as he lifted me up into a wheelchair and pushed me into her room

Scott, Malia, and Mason were sitting by her side reassuring her that the djinn would never return again. The second her eyes landed on me she sat up and a smile spread across her face. Liam stopped the chair next to her bed as everyone left to give us a moment to talk. As soon as they left, I got out of the chair and held her hand.

“You found me”, was all she could get out

“I told you I always will”, I replied before crashing my lips on hers

nuzzlecas  asked:

Too many people won't get too see their loved ones ever again. If you're taking fluff prompts can you make a destiel reunion one? I'm leaving more details to you. P.S. I wasn't directly affected by the events in Orlando so feel free to ignore this and comfort people in a bigger need of it than me.

Dean sighed and wiped the sweat from his eyes. It was a hot day, but the flower beds in front of his and Cas’s little house needed to be tended. He’d promised Cas he wouldn’t let everything get overgrown while he was gone. 

Two more weeks. Two more weeks and Cas would be home. Dean could hardly wait. This was it, too - the last deployment. Cas would be retiring at the end of the year. 

Moving across the sidewalk to get the other side of the beds, he carefully tugged weeds away from Cas’s prized rosebushes. 

“Looks good,” a deep voice said behind him.

Dean froze, breath caught in his lungs, tears flooding his vision. “Yeah, well my husband’s a goddamn drill instructor when it comes to his gardens.”

“Looks like you learned your lessons well from him.”

Standing, tears streaming down his face, Dean turned to find him standing there, gorgeous in his white Navy uniform. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Hello, Dean.”

“You’re two weeks early.”

“I’m right on time. I wanted to surprise you so I - oof!” 

Dean flung himself into Cas’s arms, wrapping his husband in a tight hug. “You’re home, you’re home, you’re home,” he repeated, covering every inch of Cas’s beautiful face in kisses. 

“I’m home. And I’m never leaving again.”