the little head shake no in the middle right gif kills me

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

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

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

“Aghh!”

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

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

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

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

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

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

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

“You too,” he breathed.

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

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

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

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

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

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

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

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

“From?”

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

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

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

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

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

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

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

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

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

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

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

“Running,” he mimics her.

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

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

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

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

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

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

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

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

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

“H-how did you know?”

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

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

“Kai,” she begs.

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

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

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

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how would you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not alone,” he breathes.

Kind of Like Narnia (Part ¾) 

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: FLUFFFFFF and also this might be the last part idk yet

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1286

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3 


Swivel chairs are so much fun, especially the one in Donnie’s control room. You were wrapped in a mutant turtle sized blanket with a hot coco and [P/N] watching Donnie work, mainly because you wanted to gain a little intelligence from him before you left and you were also ignoring Raph. Again.

You’d had gotten over what had seen hours after it had happened and he had forgiven you for interrupting his private time.

But then he had to go and yell at you again. Although this time, it was for a pretty good reason.


Splinter had reluctantly allowed you to go to the surface with the brothers. Usually, he didn’t let you out of his sight because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Protective dad mode: activated. Whilst up on the surface, Mikey and you decided to play a game of hide and seek whilst waiting for any disturbances. It was Mikey’s turn to seek, so you ran and hid under a giant water tower that was covered by a shed.

You just didn’t know whether it was that the brothers were extremely bad seekers, or you were an exceptionally great hider. But it took them hours to find you, since you’d fallen asleep under the water tower.

That’s right, you’d fallen asleep during hide and seek, in a great hiding spot.

Nothing could go wrong, right?


Raphael was pissed. Even though he’d never admit it to himself, he’d grown quite attached to you and your bickering with him. If anything happened to you, he’d never forgive himself. One particular moment whilst you were staying with them really put things into perspective for Raph. He had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and you were sat up watching the TV on mute wrapped in a blanket.

When the couch dipped under you, you jumped and snapped your head towards him.

“Raph! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You swatted his arm and made a pouty face. That made him chuckle. In turn, that made you smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You shook your head no, yawning into your hand.

“Please stay there.” You mumbled sleepily. You really hadn’t realised how tired you actually were until you leant up against him. Feeling him stiffen, you rested your head on his plastron and closed your eyes. That relaxed him slightly, but he wasn’t used to this. It was probably because you were tired, and he didn’t really want to move either. This was nice.

“Do you miss it?” he spoke softly after a while, licking his lips, and looking down at you.

“Miss what, Raphie?” his eyes widened, and he coughed slightly, turning to the side as heat rose to his cheeks. Raphie. Why weren’t you tired more often? This was great.

“Home, your home. Don’t you miss it?” you didn’t speak for a while, so he simply assumed you’d fallen asleep.

“Play with my hair. Please.” You mumbled again, yawning as you gripped his large hand and put it on your head. Raph hesitated before running his fingers through the delicate locks, sighing contently. You’d slipped down his plastron very slowly, and your head was now in his lap, facing away from him. “Of- of course I miss it. It’s home, but I wouldn’t change coming here, not at all. I wouldn’t have met you guys. I- I wouldn’t have met you. This time I spent here, is more than anything money could buy, I have to cherish the time I have here, because I- I don’t know when I’m going back.” Raph stopped for a second. ‘Going back.’ You had to leave at some point. This wasn’t your home. He silently hoped that Mikey was right, that this was kind of like Narnia in the sense that he didn’t have to let you go, and when he did, your time together would be over anyway.

“Nice way to think of it…” he mumbled. When he heard your heavy breathing, he knew you’d finally fallen asleep. He reached over to the remote and switched the TV off, so you both were now in complete darkness.

It was a simple kiss on the temple. He didn’t know why he did it. He blamed the timing. It was 2 AM for crying out loud. But secretly, he did it for him. Little did he know however, you did feel it. You weren’t fast asleep yet, but when you felt him lean down, and felt his soft lips on the side of your head, your eyes were snapped open. Not that he could see that. Raph left you to sleep after that, but it’s not like either of you got much.


After that night, you were both a little kinder to each other. You still bickered (a lot), but you both caught each other stealing glances at one another, laughing more than usual at each others jokes, sitting next to each other during meals or when watching movies. You created a bond that night, and you doubted it’d ever be broken. So when Raph found you lying under the water tower, he assumed the worst. Grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you, and when you snapped awake and he realised you’d just fallen asleep, he broke.

He yelled at you about how careless you were, and how you could’ve gotten yourself killed. You shouted back just as much, and when the brothers found you, you left ahead with Donnie whilst Leo and Mikey tried to calm Raph down.


What shocked you the most though, is when he came to apologise first. He came with a small box in his hands to your makeshift couch bedroom, where he sat in the same place he did that night, and shifted awkwardly.

“Yes?” you’d said rather rudely to him, your eyes still on the TV in front of you. It took every fibre of his being for Raph not to retort back at you for your tone of voice, and he simply placed the box next to you.

“Open it.” Raising your eyebrow, you lifted the box and opened it, rolling your eyes in his direction. That should annoy him, and it did. But when you saw the small bonsai tree in the box, your eyebrows knitted together.

“You got me a plant?”

“A tree, but yes.”

You stayed silent, examining the small item. Raph stayed just as silent, nibbling at his lower lip to stop his from saying something before you.

“I can’t even take care of myself, what makes you think I’ll be able to take care of a plant?”

“A tree.” Raph grumbled, sitting up straighter and taking the bonsai out of your hands. He placed it on the table and picked you up, with one arm, and sitting you on his lap. “Do not move.” He was staring into your eyes, so you knew he was serious. “You’re not supposed to take care of yourself. I am. I’m here to protect and care for you.” You swallowed, not daring to say anything. “I- I- like you a hell of a lot [Y/N], and I might not show it most of the time, or at all, but I don’t want to see you hurt. You really fucking freaked me out earlier when you-” Cliché, but you cut him off with your lips against his and your arms around his neck.

“Tell me all the sappy stuff later, Raphie, just kiss me now okay?”

Imagine – Taking over the wrestling world with The Shield

Word Count – 1,452

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You got a call from Stephanie McMahon, asking you to come into her office right away. Your heart was pounding, thoughts running through your head nonstop. You told your best friend Sasha that you had to go, that you’d meet up with her after Raw.

You walked into Stephanie’s office, seeing her sit there with tons of papers in her hands looking focused, she looked up at you and smiled widely

“Please y/n, have a seat.” You nodded and gave her a quiet thank you

“Are you nervous?” She asked, watch your hands shake

“A..A little.” You chuckled nervously

“Well don’t be, cause you’re going to be the new womens champion after tonight!” Your eyes got wide, jaw dropping to the floor. You ran up and gave her a big bear hug, thanking her over and over again.

“And that’s not all… you and Charlotte will be the main event!”

This all felt like a dream. It was very, VERY rare for women wrestlers to main event anything. This was the biggest opportunity you’ve had in your whole career. Not only will you be main eventing Raw, you’d be winning the womens championship!

You walked down the hall with excitement, trying so hard not to scream. You were heading to the makeup and hair room when you ran into your best friends, Dean, Seth and Roman. You were best friends on screen and behind the scenes.

“Hey y/n, how’s it shakin?” Dean smiled, giving you a fist bump

“You guys are not going to believe this, 1. I’m going to be crowned the new womens champion! And 2.. ME AND CHARLOTTE ARE THE MAIN EVENT!”

They all gasped with excitement, giving you big hugs and telling you how proud they are.

‘Oh.. oh y/n, we won’t be here to watch it live.” Seth frowned, leaving Dean and Roman confused

“We won’t?” Dean asked

“No guys, remember we have a meeting…” Seth was up to something.

You frowned and nodded your head, heartbreaking knowing your best friends won’t be on the other side waiting to congratulate you.

“We all have our things we need to do, it’s okay.” You fake smiled

“We’re so sorry. We love you girlie, kick some ass out there and I promise we’ll go and celebrate when we come back.” Roman said. They all gave you another hug, then left.

When they got far enough to the point you weren’t in their sight anymore Seth pulled Dean and Roman to the side.

“I thought we had a meeting?” Dean asked

“No! We’re going to surprise her.”

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“Are you excited to be the champ?” One of the makeup ladies asked as she applied your eyeshadow

“I’m really excited, I just wish my boys were here to celebrate with me. They’ve been with me through it all, it’d only feel right if they celebrated with me also.” Your eyes got watery

“Oh honey don’t cry! You’ll ruin your makeup, just think about celebrating with them after. And besides, maybe their meeting will get canceled and they’ll be able to come. Just try to think of the positives, think about how they title will finally feel in your hands, around your waist.”

You smiled, thinking of how good it’ll feel when your childhood dream finally comes true. You called your parents and friends from home, letting them know to tune into Raw tonight for a surprise…

Your hair was straightened, you had beautiful makeup on and your favorite gear on (whatever you’d like it to be). You were ready to go.

It was almost time. The butterflies in your stomach started to kick in, from nervousness and excitement. As you were walking to the curtain you passed Vince McMahon surprisingly.

“You deserve this, y/n. Congratulations.” He smiled, patting your shoulder lightly, giving you a hug then walking off. Seconds later your music hit, hearing the fans scream in excitement. This is it, this is really happening.

You ran out with a smile on your face, spinning around with your arms out, taking in the excitement. You walked down the ramp, making sure too high five every fan you could. Next Charlotte came out, filling the arena with boos. All you could look at was that title, thinking about how great it’s going to look on your shelf and around your waist.

The match went on for thirty minutes. You could hear the crowd chanting “Let’s go y/n!” *clap clap clap clap clap* throughout the whole match along with “Y/n’s gonna kill you!”. At some point you and Charlotte locked eye to eye as she yelled “You’ll never beat me! Never!” You punched her in the nose, then locked in Chris Jericho’s “Lion Tamer” move, him giving you permission earlier tonight that you could use it, and that it’d make him the happiest if you did.

You had her locked in for about a minute, then she finally tapped. The crowd went WILD! It was so loud you couldn’t hear a thing for a minute, worrying you went deaf until you finally heard JoJo yell into the mic

“And your NEW WOMENS CHAMPION, Y/N!”

Your eyes filled with tears as you sat on your knees in the middle of the ring, covering your face with your hands as you cried tears of joy. Finally finding the feeling in your legs to stand up and hold the belt up high, running up onto the top of the turnbuckle holding YOUR belt. You jumped down, turned around and saw exactly who you wanted to see. Dean, Roman and Seth. All three standing there with tears in their eyes with their belts with them also. Seth and Roman with the tag team titles, Dean with his United States title. They clapped, roman picking you up and putting you on his shoulders as Seth stood on the left, Dean stood to the right and pointed at you while the crowd chanted “You deserve it!”

As you were walking up Seth yelled into the camera “The Shield, and our girl are taking over your world. So get used to it!” then walked off, he was right.

You went back stage and everyone was standing there waiting for you, clapping and giving you tons of hugs, handshakes and high fives.

You were walking through with the guys still by your side when Triple H came up to you, eyes glassy with tears as he held your face and smiled

“I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.”

“Thank you, Hunter. That means the world to me coming from you. You taught me everything I know.”

One of the social media workers grabbed you in for a photo for Instagram, you were getting ready to pose when he stopped you.

“Dean, Seth, Roman? Can you join, please?” They all smiled, running in and getting in position for the pic. You all held up your titles. He took the photo and captioned it

“Taking over the world, one..by..one.”

After that and a few more photos you finally had some time to sit down and let this all soak in. It didn’t really hit till your family called you over FaceTime to congratulate you. You sat and talked with them for a while then you had to go, leaving for the hotel in a few minutes.

After your call the boys came back in, helping you pack your stuff while listening to Pandora. You sat down for a second and they noticed you sniffling, running over to you right away. Dean kneeling in front of you, holding your hands while Seth and Roman sat next to you.

“I’m so glad you guys made it. This moment wouldn’t of been the same if you weren’t here.”

“We’re glad we made it too, honey.” Dean smiled softly

“But, what about the meeting?”

“Um… Well… There wasn’t one. We just wanted to surprise you and make the moment even happier for you. I’m sorry if I made you upset.” Seth frowned, realizing he hurt you.

You pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back then knocking his shoulder playfully hard. He grabbed it and rubbed it

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For nearly giving me a damn heart attack!” you both laughed, then you hugged him again.

After that you all went back to the hotel. You needed your rest, knowing tomorrow all you’re going to be doing is interview after interview now that you’re the champ, but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t of asked for anything better. Your childhood dream finally came true, and best of all you had your best friends with you through it all.

Only Mine

Word count: 895

Saving Kai from being killed (6x22)

Hearts. Flowers. Sharp pain in your leg. You looked down and saw a piece of glass, stuck in your thigh. You grabbed it with both hands carefully and took it out as gently as you could. It hurt so much you thought you were gonna pass out. You pressed on the wound, trying to keep it from bleeding too much, but it didn’t really help. You looked around and saw many people dead and covered in blood.

‘Dammit, Kai!’ You said to yourself. You knew Kai was planning something, but what you didn’t know he was planning to kill Jo on her wedding day in the middle of the ceremony. He did. You looked around and saw Alaric with Jo in his arms, her wedding dress covered in blood. You tried to stand up but fell down immediately, the pain in your leg and the blood you were losing making you weak. You cried out in pain as you saw Kai suddenly appearing in front of you.

‘Shit! I’m so sorry!’ Kai said, putting his hands on top of your hands, making a pressure on your wound.

'I'm…fine.’ You said, but you weren’t fine. You had a feeling like you were gonna pass out right in front of Kai.

'I’ll be right back.’ He stood up as he walked towards Alaric. You managed to stand up and sit on one of the chairs that were near you. Suddenly you saw a bunch of gemini coven witches gathering around, chanting. One thing led to another and then you saw something that made your heart burst into million pieces. Kai showed a piece of glass into his neck, collapsing on the floor.

'No!’ You yelled and walked as fast as you could towards Kai’s body laying on the floor. You kneeled down as you shaked his body a few times, hoping he would react, but nothing. You tried his pulse, no heartbeat.

'Dammit! You can’t do this to me, Kai! C'mon!’ You started giving him CPR, your hands covered in blood. You didn’t care about your wound, every particle od your body was focused on Kai. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. 'No, no!’ You kept repeating your actions, hoping he would open his eyes but he didn’t. Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand, making you turn around.

'Stefan, please we have to help him! Please’ you begged, trying to find a way to bring him back.

'I’m sorry.’ That was all he said. He picked you up and made you sit down on one of the chairs, reaching out his wrist to drink his blood. You took it, your thigh healing in a few seconds.

'Thanks, Stefan’ you whispered, your voice cracking, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Everyone left. You were the only that stayed there. You slowly walked over to Kai, kneeling down beside him. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips as you started crying even more.

'I love you.’ You whispered and closed your eyes for a second before opening them again. You sat down beside him, thinking of how many different ways this could’ve gone. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You and Kai were supposed to leave Mystic Falls, leave everything behind you and start over. You wiped away your tears and took a deep breath.  You stood up and walked away from all of this. You were walking around alone, unsure what you should do. You felt helpless, unable to get the sight of Kai killing himself out of your head. After an hour or so, for some reason, you went back. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Kai looking around and Bonnie laying on the floor. Just when you wanted to come closer, you caught a glimpse od Damon.

'No!’ You yelled, making Kai turn around, dodging Damon’s attempt in killing him.

'Stop!’ You said, standing between Kai and Damon. Damon shot a glance towards Kai and then walked towards Bonnie. He gave her some of his blood to heal her and then picking her up as they left you and Kai alone.

'What the hell?’ You said, turning around as you looked at him. How-? I was-? Why did you-?’ You couldn’t even finish your sentence. You were seriously pissed at Kai. 'You scared the crap out of me!’ You hit his shoulder, making him step back a little.

'I thought you were dead! I thought you were… omg!’ You said as tears started rolling down your cheeks again. He hugged you tightly, one arm wrapped around your body, while the other was gently caressing your hair.

'I’m completely fine. I had to do this.’ Kai whispered.

'I hate you Kai!’ You said into his chest, your voice muffled.

'No, you don’t. You know I would never leave you like that.’ He said, cupping your face and looking straight into your eyes.

'Don’t you dare do that again because then I will be the one to kill you.’ You were dead serious, but he just laughed and hugged you again.

'It’s cute when you’re mad.’ He trailed off.

'Don’t mess with me, Parker. I can be a badass too. It’s not just you who can do that, you know.’ You punched him playfully, making him laugh. He kissed you as you slowly walked away from this awful place, hand in hand.

You were waiting at a cute little cafe, sipping a chai latte while glancing around. Your eyes searched for the famous black hair and thick frames of your date, always flinching whenever you lay your eyes upon someone similar, but sighing once you realize it wasn’t him.

You adjusted the tubes in your nose from your oxygen tank while awkwardly perusing the menu once more, knowing exactly what you decided to order anyway.

“Hello ma'am. Are we waiting for another or are you ready to order?” the waiter asked with a gentle smile. You cough softly and shook your head, “I’m waiting for my late date,” you chuckle and watched the waiter nod and walk away.

A few songs had passed and you decide to take a look at your vibrating phone, seeing a message from Clark. Sorry, I’m running late due to some.. problems. Don’t hesitate to order, I don’t want you to get hungry because of me. Clark.

You smile bitterly, a bit disappointed not at Clark but at his busy life. You never thought being a reporter would require so much time. Nevertheless, you didn’t judge. You continued to sip the latte and keep yourself occupied somehow.

Your phone vibrated once more, but it was a phone call from your friend, Kathy, “Hey (y/n)! Did you watch the news yet? Jesus christ, it’s crazy. Are you alright?” her voice was panicked and wild, as if she’d burst into tears at any moment.

“Kathy, what’s wrong?” you ask while asking a waiter to turn on the television to the news channel. It looked like an apocalypse. Metropolis, a city not far from you, was being destroyed by bombings and explosions. The headlines read “Superman and the U.S Army forces take on foreign enemy. 1200 dead and counting”. You cover your mouth while listening to the news anchor rapidly describe the incident. The customers around you began to panic and the wave of loud voices filled the cafe up. People began leaving frantically while you held up your oxygen tank close to you, hoping nobody would bump into it. The waiters and waitresses yelled to calm everybody down, but it was no use. Your waiter came to your aid and escorted you out the back, carrying your oxygen tank as you hugged your bag.

“Do you have anywhere to go, madam?” he asked, opening the door to follow his fellow co workers out of the shop. You nod, “Yes, don’t worry about me. You should get home too,” you both smile at eachother and he asks if you needed a ride. You comply and gracefully put yourself into his blue kia.

Suddenly, the ground began shaking and the distant buildings down the street started exploding. You realized the fight migrated near you, sending fear into your spine and a lump appeared in your throat. The waiter patted your shoulder and quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove off onto the street. From your rearview mirror, you watched several buildings explode, collapse, and catch on fire. There were large tanks and vehicles driving around the area as well as jets flying over you two. You began hyperventilating and quickly turning the knob on the tank to deliver more oxygen. This is really bad, you were thinking about various outcomes. Either you’d safely leave this area of danger alive and well or you’d get caught in the middle and end up dying. You clenched your fists, wishing the waiter would drive a bit more faster.

Unexpectedly, a semi-truck crashes down in front of you two, sending the car to crash into the obstacle. You hear the wind-shield glass shatter but luckily your seatbelt prevented a possible concussion.

“Are you–” you gazed upon a lifeless body of such a polite and generous man. His blonde hair now soaked in his own blood. There was debris all over you and some had found its way into the man’s skull, killing him instantaneously. You shudder at the view and bust your way out of the car, trembling onto the cluttered road full of wrecked cars and shattered glass. It was a disaster.

You heard distant cries and screaming as well as crashes and the destruction of the buildings not far from you. There was smoke everywhere, covering the once blue sky. Your mind was a blank canvas with no painter. You felt nothing for a minute or so, until you fell onto your knees. Your eyes sadly glanced down at your palms and your veins. You then shut your eyes and begin to speak softly without any emotion, “Clark, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t feel bad about being busy, I’m not mad..” your eyes begin to drip with tears, “Clark, I wish I could see you one more time..”

Life began to fade from you as your oxygen tank had been punctured from the crash. Your lungs had always been weak and required oxygen, but now it seemed to say that you were on your way to death. Not a moment after your realization, you looked up and gazed upon a man in a navy blue suit. His red cape flew over you and his face. His face looked so very pained and heartbroken. His eyes couldn’t contain his lost anger, but the rest of his face showed a deadly rage. “(y/n),” he whispered before picking you up gently. He glanced over to your oxygen tank and quickly set you back down and began CPR. All of a sudden, you could breathe and life seemed to be more clear now. Once you had a decent supply to breathe from, you looked over to your right and saw a man in a black suit, stomping over.

“Bruce, please take her to a hospital. She needs her oxygen tank replaced.” The man nodded and they both exchanged looks before the man in blue bolted into the air and within a second, became as small as an ant in the sky.

While at the hospital, fully replenished with oxygen, you glance to your right and noticed Clark sleeping beside you on a chair. He was in his usual flannel outfit with his signature frames.

“Clark,” you mutter, rising up from your bed. He quickly rose to aid you, kissing your forehead and apologizing for his lateness.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to help you. Jesus, you almost di-” he stopped as he choked on his words, squeezing his eyes tightly. His muscles, the many of them, clenched and contracted in anger. You suddenly noticed a similarity between the man in blue and your boyfriend of one year.

“Clark, it’s all right. It’s not your fault,” you place your fragile hands on his sharp jawline and gently pull his face up to look at him. You both smile sadly and Clark then kisses you softly across your dry lips.

“Thank god the superman guy was there, or I think I’d actually be gone. We really do need people like him,” you rub your arm and glance out of the window. The smoke from the area in Metropolis covered large part of the sky, but it was now no where near you. Turning over to your boyfriend, you caught him examining you carefully.

“Clark?” you raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior. He shook out of his trance and smiled, “Just glad you’re not badly hurt.”

“I’m not hurt, that’s true,” you say, “but one of the waiters at that cafe died..” You look at Clark who looked upset now.

“Clark, do you have something to tell me?” the question made him widne his eyes, stuttering to find an answer. “W-why would you say that, (y/n)?” he smiled a bit nervously.

You slowly raised your hand and tried to remove his glasses, but he had grasped your hand tenderly. “(y/n)…” he shut his eyes as you completely removed his frames, examining his face.

“You’re the man of steel.” You felt astonished, feeling relieved the scattered puzzle pieces had gone into place now. He furrowed his brows and averted his eyes.

“I was going to tell you someday, but I never could find the time. I–” he huffed in frustration but your benevolent smile caused him to do a double take, “You’re fine, Clark. I’m very proud that I have met someone like you. You do wonders, superman. I love you,” your smiling lips gradually met with his and the kiss sealed their bond of understanding one another.

Company

I need you to take my mind of being in my prime

Summary: Despite having split up nearly three years ago, Taron has always found solace in your company. He’s never been one for being in the spotlight, so when he has a break during promotion for Kingsman he finds himself returning to the one person who knows him better than he knows himself.  

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ALTL Part 33

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Title: ALTL Part 33

Characters: Gabriel, Lucifer, Castiel, Balthazar, Y/N (no pairing for now)

Word Count: 1,130

Warnings: Possible cursing?, angst

A/N: Here is part 33 to this amazing series!! I hope you all are still enjoying the series. There’s still so much left in this series! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!

The series masterlist can be found HERE!!

Two days had passed since Sam and Dean left for their hunt.  There were no missed calls and no new texts during those two days.  You started to worry about your brothers.  It wasn’t like them to go this long without letting you know that things were okay.  Sam usually texted you, but even Sam was silent.  You couldn’t just sit here and wait for validation; that wasn’t the Winchester way.

You found the four angels in your bedroom, sprawled out on your bed.  You would have laughed if you weren’t so worried about Sam and Dean.  You entered your room, noticing how their wings took up so much of your room.  When they noticed your presence, their wings folded back a bit.  “Have any of you heard anything from Sam or Dean,” you wondered, sticking your hands into your pockets.

“They don’t pray to me [Y/N],” Lucifer muttered, going back to one of the books he took from your bookshelf.

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(a/n: this is a newt fanfic, with minho as like a brotherly figure. it takes place before thomas/teresa. i hope you guys like it!)
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Of course, you were a star in the Glade among the Runners. You were best runner there, because you were the fastest, and the (actual) first to kill a griever. When you had told Minho about your love for running, and how you wanted to help, he let you run in the maze with him as your ‘guardian’.
So, one day, you were about to get running, without Minho, when he called you. “Y/N!” You tie your shoelace before turning and catching eyes with Newt. Blushing, you turned away and looked at Minho. “You’re running with Newt today!” he yelled, and you pretended to be sad. You were looking forward to running alone, but you actually (more than) kinda wanted to run with Newt.
“I have to run with a greenie today, and Newt wanted a partner. Take good care of him, okay?” Minho yelled. Newt scoffed and rolled his eyes, earning a laugh from you. “Yeah, of course. Now get running. You’re taking up time that Newt and I could be spending talking bad about you.” You wink at Minho and he gives you a thumbs up, walking in the door and out of sight. “Alright, let’s go.” you exclaimed, jogging toward the east doors of the maze.
You and Newt had been jogging for a while, making small talk all the while. As you sat down to lunch, you talked more. In the middle of running, after lunch, you heard whirring and clicking sounds. Your heart pumped in your chest. “Let’s go kill it.”
“Y/N! Are you crazy? We could get stung!” Newt whisper-yelled. “I’ve done it plenty of times and I’m fine!“ was your shushed reply.
You give him a reassuring nod and after a few more times, Newt agreed. 
You went around the concrete wall, the griever was smaller than any other you’d seen. You hold up your machete, keeping it steady. The griever stopped in front of you, probably about twenty-five feet away.
“Relax. If they sense fear, that’s when they want to strike.” You tried to seem confident. Newt, on the other hand, just stayed behind you, trying to seem unfazed, but his clenched and shaking fists said otherwise.
You slowly approach the griever, trying to make it seem like you were no threat. But then, Newt shucked up the whole thing.
“Get away!” Newt yelled, kicking the griever. It went on guard, hissing at Newt, but not at you. “Shit,” you said quietly. The griever seemed to want to zone in on Newt, so you took action.
“Hey!” You clap your hands, gaining the griever’s attention, motioning for Newt to get behind you. He ran and got behind you as instructed. He was so close to you that you could feel him breathing on your neck and you blushed before shaking yourself out of it.
"Stay right there, no matter what happens.” you said, jogging closer to the griever, stabbing it where it’s 'heart’ was. You missed, but luckily, it made a horrible, gooey flinch. One more stab, and the griever powered down.
You grabbed Newt’s wrist and ran around a corner or two.
Sighing in relief, you turn to Newt and-
SMACK! Your hand flew into his face.
“Who do you think you are, trying to get us killed, huh?” you questioned. He stammered for an answer, but before he could give one, you grabbed and slammed your lips on his, kissing for two minutes until you let go. Newt was blushing like a crazy man and stuttering while you were as cool as can be.
Newt hugged you and laughed, his chest moving up and down like crazy. “About time you made a move, Y/N.” Newt said, shaking his head and laughing. You giggle and thought everything was going to end well until Minho showed up. He watched the whole thing. “Y/N, WHAT THE HELL?” You groaned in annoyance. “Crap. Min-”
“YOU KISSED THIS SHUCKFACE? I LIKE YOU BETTER IN A CAGE OF GRIEVERS THAN KISSING HIM!” He crossed his arms and glared at you. “Hey! I thought we were friends! Do you want a bloody problem?”
Minho’s firm stance faltered as he uncrossed his arms and looked around uneasily. “What? Wait, no.” Minho said, before jogging away.
Newt smiled down at you and kissed you softly again. “As I was saying, about time you made a move.” You roll your eyes before grabbing him by the back of his neck and being so close to his face that your noses were touching, you smiled and said, “Just kiss me, you dork.” He chuckled at your remark and moved just a little closer, “Alright, griever girl.”
He envelopes you in a kiss that has your knees buckling and all you could think was, ‘Damn, today is a good day.’

SUMMARY: TWD based loosely off S07x01 :’((

PAIRINGS: READERxRICK / READERxNEGAN

WARNINGS: swearing, death

A/N: idk what I’m doing this just came to me suddenly I’m sorry if it’s not very good??? uhm let me know if you’d like a part 2 i guess ??

THEN

Your blood was the key. You knew that and Rick knew that. None of the others knew why you were so valuable to him. Why he protected you even when you knew how to protect yourself. You were brave, fearless, and strong. Being alone for the beginning did that to you.

Then you met Rick and his group. The group kept changing, but still it felt like family no matter who joined. Rick had a way of doing that, bringing misfits together and using their talents to make them feel like they were worth something during the end of the world.

One day you went out on a hunt with Rick, he wanted to gather supplies for his babygirl, Judith, while you wanted to find more food for the group in the prison. You and Rick had become close ever since Lori’s death. He had leaned on you and you had supported him through his crazy illusions.

On hunts, he would train you and you would give him insight on plants and berries. Rick always said to open the door and scope the place out before going inside but your excitement got the better of you when you saw a whole stack of canned goods on the shelves of a supermarket.

“Rick!” You yelled excitedly. “In here!” You ran ahead, grabbing a shopping cart and loading it up with anything you could get your hands on. Your weapon, a pair of shears were placed to the side while you loaded up.

The door opened and you turned to smile at Rick. “Look!” Your smile took up half of your face.

Rick had a weird look on his face as he raised his gun, “Y/N don’t move.”

You froze in shock as two things happened at once. Rick’s gun went off and an unbearable amount of pain was felt on your shoulder. There was red in your peripheal vision and you knew. The walker had already bit you before Rick could shoot it.

The ringing in your ears caused you to fall to the floor, next to the walker that now had a hole in it’s skull. You looked around, not wanting to make eye contact with Rick because then you would see the pain in his eyes. You knew he had to kill people before, but none of them were innocent and helpless like you.

“Oh God! Y/N, hey breathe okay? In and out, breathe.” You looked up and met Rick’s saddened eyes. Then everything went black.

——–
NOW

“Eeny, meeny, miny…” Negan pointed his bat named Lucille at each person in Rick’s group. “Moe.” He pointed it at you, his tongue flicking out to swipe over his teeth. A smirk evident on his face as he appraised you.

He was the predator and the rest of you were his prey. No matter how many walkers you all have faced together, no matter how many deathly situations you all had managed to get out of, you knew someone was going to die tonight.

“My mama,” He moved on, his boots crunching against the ground, “told me..” He landed his bat on Rick and you breathed out a small sigh of relief. “To pick the very,” It went to Carl, “Best one..” Past Carl to Michonne, “and you are it.” The bat landed on Abraham and your breath got caught in your throat. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t, would he?

Abraham’s hand went up slightly as you saw him throw a peace sign at Sasha. Your heart sped up and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the brutal scene as Negan’s bat met contact with your friends’ skull. It happened repeatedly until Abraham was unrecognizable. You clutched at your heart, wishing you could move and console Sasha.

Negan let out a little laugh. He went towards Rosita and an exchange that you didn’t pay attention to was made. It was Daryl’s actions that brought you out of your stupor. He had punched Negan. Your fists clenched, you knew something else was going to happen now. Negan would not let that slide. Was Daryl next?

Before you could even blink, Negan began to bash Glenn’s head in. You turned away from the gruesome sight, looking to Maggie who was ready to jump forward.

“Maggie… I’ll find you.” You heard Glenn say before hearing Lucille the bat make impact with Glenn again.

A sob racked through your body, not paying attention to what Negan was saying. You heard his boots crunching towards you and Rick, he stopped before Rick, pulling on his coat. What was he going to do next?

“Don’t. Please, take me instead.” You pleaded through your sobs. “You can have me. Negan, please.” You begged, wanting to save what was left of your family.

Negan turned to look at you, his fingers coming up to his chin. “You or Rick? This is so hard.” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you close to him, his lips against your ear. “You’re already mine, Y/N. You always have been.” He pushed you away from him, turning to Rick again.

“Negan, please!” You called out again.

“Y/N, stop.” Rick looked over at you with his pale blue eyes filled with fear and laced with guilt. You had seen that look before. “Let him take me. You have to live for all of us. For Abraham. For Glenn.”

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THEN

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so so sorry. I thought I could keep you safe but I couldn’t and now you’ll become a walker.” You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you not to move. Glancing over at Rick he was hunched over you, his forehead on your stomach. Was he crying?

“R-Rick.” You stammered.

His head shot up and he moved up to grab your head and lay it on his lap. “Y/N, how? It’s been hours. How are you not a walker yet?” His oceanic blue eyes had traces of grey, a storm in the sea, his guilt and fear were evident.

You moved your eyes to your shoulder and saw that he had stopped the bleeding but that didn’t tell you why you weren’t one of the walking dead yet. “Rick… I’m not sure?” You clambered to sit up on your own but you couldn’t, instead falling into Rick. He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you for what could be your last hug as a human.

“It bit you.. I saw it.” You nodded, knowing you felt the zombie take a chunk out of you. Your eyes moved to the walker that lay nearby and the sight before you caused a gasp to emit from your lips.

“Rick! Look!” You tried to turn him to face the walker but he wasn’t getting it. “Rick turn around please!”

He finally did and placed you comfortable against the shelves to run over to the walker. “How in the world..?” He stared at the bullet wound in the middle of its forehead and then at you. “This was a walker before and now it’s not.” The walker’s undead features had all become palpable and soft. More human-like rather than walker-like. It was almost as if the walker had returned to its human state.

“You don’t think it was…” You trailed off in confusion.

“You.” Rick gaped. “You’re immune to the walker bite because you turn them back to what they were before.”

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NOW

Negan watched the exchange between the two of you, pretending to barf. “Come on! It’s the end of the world, be a little selfish, Rick!” He patted Rick’s shoulder roughly, “How about y/n takes one for the team and the rest of you go home and provide for me.” He smirked, pushing Rick down. “Oh that’s right, you don’t get to be selfish, Rick. Cause she is mine. You are mine. You all belong to me and I will take what belongs to me.” He stepped on Rick’s fingers harshly with his heavy boot. “Say it, Rick.”

“Y/N will never be yours.” He spat.

Negan laughed loudly. “Oh is that what you think?”

Rick’s eyes met his, “That’s what I know.”

“Dwight! Bring me the boy.” Carl was shoved forward, Negan knocking his hat off of his head. “Right here. Get down next to papa.” He pointed by his feet. “Anyone got a pen?” He exlaimed to his crew. One of them threw one at him and he caught it with ease.

“Negan, please. Leave Carl out of this, it’s between us.” You exclaimed.

Negan stared at you, shaking his head in delight. “Not until Rick understands.” He pulled up Carl’s sleeve and drew a line on his arm. Negan stood up to his full height. “Now, Rick, cut clean through your boy’s arm or… give up y/n.”

The realization of the choice hit Rick like a ton of bricks. He shook his head, to give you up or to cut off his sons arm. The two most precious people in the world to him. How could he choose?

He shook his head, tears spilling from his eyes, his fists clenched as he looked up at Negan. “N-No. I-I-I-I can’t. No. Let it be me. Please.” His head shook back and forth roughly, trying to get rid of the choices he was faced with. He knew Negan would make him do one or the other. “N-No. No! Let it be me!” He yelled at Negan.

“Sorry, Rick.” Negan made a noise with his mouth, his tongue sliding over his front teeth. “I didn’t give you that option. Now choose or I’ll count.”

Rick continued to shake his head, his breathing laboured as his vision became blurry. “No-I-I..” His hand made it’s way to the ax before he stopped.

“Three….” Negan started to count, “Two…”

Rick thought if he could save y/n and tell Carl why later he would understand. It was not only to save them but the world. He let out a yell going for the ax, an apologetic look on his face aimed to his son.

“Rick, stop!” Negan took the ax from him. Grabbing Rick by the chin he looked into his eyes. “There it is. Now you understand. Now you see me, Rick. You belong to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you.” Rick followed obediently.

“Y/N belongs to me.”

Rick repeated him. “Y/N belongs to you.”

Negan smiled and nodded, he pushed Rick to the ground; he ordered his men to take Daryl as he made his way to y/n.

“Now for some reason, you are also valuable to Rick. Not sure why but I’ll find out.” He grabbed you by your collar and pulled you along with him. “Come on.”

You didn’t fight him for fear that he may kill someone else. You got into his truck with him and sat quietly, waiting for him to say something.

“So…” Negan looked over to you. “Not gonna say anything?” You flinched when he tried to grab your hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you y/n. I could never.”

You let out a shaky breath finally deciding to speak. “You named your bat after your dead wife.”

He let out a chuckle. “Your best friend.” He glanced back to the road. “Or was.”

“Negan…” You trailed off.

“So are you and Rick a thing? Is Carl yours?” He inquisited.

You shook your head, “Rick’s wife died in labor… Not long after he took me under his wing. We’re close.”

“Ahhh, that seems to be a thing for you then.” His tongue swiped at his front teeth, his knuckles going white on the wheel. “Fucking widowed men.” He laughed humorlessly.

“At least this one won’t leave me. All alone, wondering where he disappeared to.”

Another laugh, “Oh sweetheart, take a look. Rick has already left you. You were never his. I’m just taking back what’s mine.”

A chill racked through your body. Rick would save you. You knew he would.

Caught in the Rain

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Title: Caught in the Rain

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,073

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: I wanted to surprise all of you with something! I want to start writing for LaSalle! So here is a little something I wrote last night.  I hope to get some LaSalle requests <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

The warm rain pelted your skin as you stood outside of LaSalle’s house.  You had only been working here for a year.  Everyone was so welcoming, especially LaSalle.  They made sure you had a place to stay until you eventually had one of your own.  You were supposed to move into your new place this week.  LaSalle was excited to help you move into your new place.  For some reason you didn’t feel the same.

Ever since you moved to New Orleans to be on Pride’s team, LaSalle was always by your side no matter what.  It wasn’t common for you to get that kind of support.  It didn’t help that you felt attracted to LaSalle.  Living with him only made you fall deeper in love with the agent.

LaSalle knew that you suffered from depression and anxiety.  He was always there when you needed him; even if it was late at night.  There were times where he would sacrifice his chance to sleep, just to help you.  On occasion he would let you sleep in his bed.  Those were the nights you loved the most.  When you were with LaSalle, you were happy; you felt like nothing in the world could ever drag you down.  Now you weren’t sure what would happen.  There was no way LaSalle would drive in the middle of the night just to comfort you or calm you down.

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His phone buzzed on the table, and you watched once again as he picked it up and used him thumb to type in his password. His face was illuminated by the bright screen, and a grin etched its way onto his lips as he typed away. His food long forgotten as he continued a conversation that seemed to be much more important a date with you.

You stabbed at the piece of chicken breast sitting on your plate, as you stared the madhed potato accompanying it on the china. A breathy laugh left his mouth as he sent back another message, and smiled widely. Your mind was wracking. Who on earth could it be? The boys wouldn’t make him smile like that. His sister most certainly wouldn’t. And his mum? Possibly not. You could narrow it down to Nadine, but she was probably busy doing her modelling. You just wanted to know who it was.

As he placed his phone back on the wooden table, his eyes wandered up and met yours. His smile faltering as he took in your expression. “What’s the long face for, babe? Is the chicken not cooked right?” He wondered, as he reached for his wine glass and placed the rim on his lips. The slurping sound of him making people stare.

“Harry, do you have to drink like that? For goodness sake, you’re 21 years old” You hissed, as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “And nothing is wrong with the chicken. It’s you. Who are you texting? You haven’t put that phone down all night. I’m starting to think you should go on a date with whoever is on the other side of the conversation!” You grunted, and held the fork to your lips, taking the piece of chicken from the metal.

“Woah. Woah. I’m texting Niall. We’re writing a new song together, babe. Just exchanging ideas” He smiled, as he placed the glass down on the table and took your hand in his. “I’d much rather be on a date with my beautiful and lovely girlfrend, than my annoying band mate” He chuckled, as you rolled your eyes and sent him a soft smile.

“I’m sorry… I get why now. I thought you were texting someone else” You whispered, as he chuckled and shook his head.

“Nope. Just Niall” He stated, too quickly for your liking, and picked his fork back up. “Are you fancying a pudding? I am. I’m thinking Rocky Road Sundae. What do you think?” Harry wondered, as you nodded and took another bite from your chicken. “Yeah? I’ll be sure to ask for extra chocolate sauce. Just for you” He winked, making a blush appear on your cheeks.

“Are you sure you aren’t just wanting some more sauce? I like it, don’t get me wrong. But, you have a slight addiction to it” You giggled, as you caught him staring at you plate. “Do you want some, or something?” You laughed as his eyes widened and he nodded sheepishly.

“You love chocolate sauce. It’s for you. I promise” He winked, as he watched you cut up some chicken and hold it up to his mouth. “Smells good, don’t it?” He chuckled as he wrapped his lips around the meat and chewed lightly. He hummed in delight as he closed his eyes and covered his mouth as he ate. “That is so good. S'gonna be my order next time” He chuckled, as he pushed his empty plate from in front of him.

“Was the pie good? It looked nice. Like what your mum makes” You grinned, watching his face light up into a smile. His hands patted at his belly softly as he inwardly burped and immediately covered his mouth. “Harry Styles!” You gasped, as he laughed loudly and blushed.

“I can’t help it. It’s the wine. Does something to me” He chuckled, as he pushed his chair away from the table. “M'juat going for a wee. I’ll be back, okay? Don’t ditch me” He winked, and turned on his heel, before looking over his shoulder. “Oh, order the sundae when he comes for the order” Harry added, before he waltzed down the array of tables and into the mens toilet.

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His phone buzzed and lit up again a few seconds after he left the table, the vibrations making your eyes go straight to the screen. You couldn’t help but reach forward and pick it up, reading the preview message. The number was shown, so you hadn’t any idea on who the person was. As you slid your thumb across the screen, you quickly typed in his password. He made sure you knew it in case of emergencies.

‘Last night was good! We should hang out again, H. xx’

You felt your chest tighten as you continued to read the messages. The ones from Harry had made soft tears fall from your cheeks. He had another girl on the side. He was cheating. How could he be so calm and collected? How could he lie to you?

'I had a great time! I know a great little restaurant we can go to. It’s peaceful and we won’t be intruded by fans. xx’

'You know your London places, Harry. I trust it’s a nice restaurant? Not some cheap and tacky one you took us to one time? xx’

Your vision blurred as you stopped reading. Your eyes stung and tears were dribbling down your cheeks as you used the back of the napkin to wipe then away. How could he continue to text the girl he was cheating with, when he was on a date with you? You felt anger pulse through your veins as you stood up.

“Hey… Are we leaving? Did you pay a- Is that my phone?” He hissed, as he pointed at the black iPhone in your hand. “Where you snooping through my phone?” He asked, his voice loud and his accent more prominent. People were beginning to stare as he walked closer to you, his eyes ablaze as he stared at you. “Why the fuck were you snooping through my phone?!”

You gulped and wiped your eyes, slamming the phone on the table and grabbing your coat. “You’re cheating on me. I don’t want to be with someone who’s cheating” You muttered, as you walked down the aisle between the tables. He gripped your wrist, and pulled you back. His grip tight on your joint. “Let go of me. Don’t touch me with those disgusting hands. You probably touched her last night. I hope she was fucking worth it, you dirty, cheating pig!” You hissed, yanking your arm from his hold and storming put the restaurant.

• • • •

Harry arrived home shotly after the taxi had dropped you off. He found you in the bedroom, in a pair of lacey underwear which you’d brought for that night. He sighed as he toed off his brown boots and placed them on the shoe rack in the wardrobe.

“It’s not what you think…” He whispered, and his voice was raw. It was scratchy and weak and almost inaudible. You knew he’d been crying and you felt horrible for causing the scene in public. You hated making him cry, but his lies has caused you enough pain. “Please… Listen to me” He whispered, as he held onto your bare shoulders. Your hands gripped at the baggy t-shirt you wore to bed; the one he’d given you a few years back.

“I’m not in the mood, Harry. I’ll sleep in the spare room tonight. I just need some space, okay?” You muttered, as you shuffled from his grip and slid the shirt over your head. “I’m going to stay at Liam’s and Soph’s for the weekend so I’ll be out of the way” You added, and you could hear his heart break in the silence around you. It killed you, to walk out the room and hear a soft sob leave his lips.

“.. It was Glenne. Jeff’s missus” He cried out, as you stopped in the middle of the landing hallway. “Remember when I said I was going out with mates last night? We didn’t go out to meet girls. I went out with Jeff and Glenne. To catch up” He whispered, as he stepped out into the chilly hallway. “I was going to ask you tonight if you wanted to come and join us for dinner tomorrow night…” He added, his head lifting as he looked at you with tear-filled eyes.

“Oh… Harry. I’m so sorry… I overreacted. I feel so stupid” You muttered, walking over to his hunched up figure and enveloping him into your arms. His head dropped to your shoulder as he sobbed against your neck, his arms holding you tightly. Scared he was going to lose you if he let you go. “I should’ve let you explain. I’m sorry… I’m a crap girlfriend right now, aren’t I?” You sighed, feeling his head shake from side to side.

“Of course not… I should have asked you before, babe. It’s okay” He muttered, his lips grazing your neck. “You’re not a crap girlfriend. Okay? You’ll be a crap girlfriend if you don’t come and cuddle with me, though. In our bed. In our room” He grinned, lifting his head from your shoulder and looked down at you. His lips curved into a smile.

“Come on, then. I need a good ole’ cuddle with my favourite man…”

Here is my entry for @destieldrabblesdaily‘s 30K Fanfic Contest: Personal Space. Also sort of my headcanon of how that particular discussion went down and why Cas - for all his alarming honesty and blunt talk - never told Dean how he really feels.

[The beautiful gif is by @constiellation: if you want to scream into the void a bit, you can go and look at the whole set here.]


“Danny Salzman says it’s okay,” Cas says, appearing out of thin air, and Dean almost has a heart attack and fucking dies.

“Who the fuck is Danny Salzman?” he asks, putting down the razor, and thank God he hadn’t started shaving yet.

“He is -” Dean looks at Cas through the mirror, sees him blink at the room, sees the usual constipated expression around his eyes, because, yeah, it’s like Cas’ always doing this - trying to work out something extremely difficult or something - like he thinks human life is confusing as fuck, even this dingy motel room, and especially Dean, who slept in his clothes and isn’t down for any kind of weirdness, not today. “- was, I should say, a prophet.”

“Wait. So there’s prophets now?”

Cas only looks at him, and Dean shakes his head, a bit of shaving cream falling neatly smack in the middle of the old-fashioned sink.

“And, what - you killed him?”

Dean doesn’t know, or care, who Danny Salzman is and what prophets have to do with anything - there’s enough shit on his plate as it is - but he hasn’t missed the past tense. And he would like to think Cas wouldn’t kill anyone, but, yeah.

“He died in 1986,” Cas says, managing to sound almost offended. “And he was an anthropologist, and assistant curator at the Smithsonian.”

There was a So there at the end of that sentence, Dean’s sure of it.

Goddammit.

“So what was he right about?” he asks, because it’s way too early to figure out how Cas’ mind works and Jesus, he promised he’d meet Bobby in Louisiana six fucking hours from now.

He picks up his razor again, squints at the mirror.

“Personal space,” Cas says from behind him, and, whatever, the little shit’s definitely waited until Dean had started shaving, and now he’s bleeding and -

“What the fuck are you going on about?” he says, more and more bad-tempered.

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AN: Hi! This is Part Two for Camp Stark! It’s going to be a little short because I have a few things on my plate right now so I had to squeeze this in, but I still did it due to popular demand! I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

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“Camp Stark” (Part Two)

You woke up to bright white lights being flicked on overhead. You jumped a little bit, then groaned and pulled your pillow over your head. There was no way Pietro was waking you up this early, you didn’t care whether he was an Avenger or not.

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IN MY VEINS - PART 2
Unrequited (But Never Doubt I Love) Series

Felicity Smoak falls in love at her friend’s wedding. With the groom.
She knows it does not have an end. She knows it is pointless. She knows it is unrequited. Or is it?
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When Felicity had been 8, Mrs. Griffith had hugged her and told her something that stayed with her through the years, even though her nugget of a mind hadn’t understood it then.

After her father had left, and her mother had immersed herself in work to keep a roof over their heads and keep Felicity in school, each night, Felicity had started pretending that her father would come home in the morning before going to bed. And each morning, she’d wake up to an empty house, and tell herself “tomorrow”.

That “tomorrow” had never come.

And little as she had been, Felicity had never accepted it, but rather turned to something else.

There had been a dog in her neighborhood she’d started playing with. Every afternoon, she’d return from school and play with him till it got dark, finding happiness in the way he’d butt his head into her tiny frame and nuzzle and tickle her.

Just when her mind had pushed her father to the back, the dog had died.

And Felicity had, then, turned to computers.

Mrs. Griffith had seen it all. She had seen her turn away from truths time and again. She had talked to Felicity. But Felicity hadn’t listened.

Except that one thing she hadn’t been able to shake off.

“Things you run away from have a way of finding you.”

It had stayed with her for a long, long time.


8 months.  

She’d been running for 8 months.

Running from her friend. Running from her old circle. Running from herself. From the truth.

The truth being that she’d been changed. In three mere days, 8 months ago, Felicity Smoak had changed. Something inside her had shifted. Something inside her had come alive. And no matter how much she tried to kill it, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, no matter how much she tried to pretend it didn’t exist, it did. It was alive and thriving and thrashing for release from the cage she had put it in. It thrashed when she looked up at the sky and saw the shades of blue she’d seen focused on her. It clawed when someone touched her hand and her skin remembered calloused fingers. It whimpered when she breathed.

Felicity didn’t know what ‘it’ was. It just was.

For 8 months, she’d tried to push it away, to shove it under.

For 8 months, she’d tried to hide it under sometimes genuine, sometimes faked facades.

For 8 months, she’d lived, knowing it lived too, right under her skin, right in her breaths, right in her veins.

For 8 months.

And then the walls cracked.

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