and i wanted to put a cape and jump around with you

I love watching Batman and justice league cartoons because you get to see how much of a dork Bruce Wayne actually is

Like

•he whines at Alfred when he has to go on a television interview (“do I have to Alfred?”)
•he gets super pouty when his car gets totally wrecked and then he gets super excited when he builds a new one and takes it for a joy ride
•try’s way too hard at making super lame jokes
•his favorite icE CREAM IS CHOCOLATE THATS SUPER CUTE OKAY
•pulled the lamest of lame jokes on Alfred on April fools day
•when Dick says he wants his super hero name to be Robin and Bruce is just “…like the bird?”
•does all these super over the top jumps and kicks just because he fucking can
•just stands off in the distance doing his “hmmmmm” thing
•he’s constantly showing his kids off and joking around with them and is super proud of them and he’s actually a good dad
•bRoke INTO THE FUCKING WATCHTOWER DATA BASE AND CALMLY STARTED WORKING WHILE THE LEAGUE STARED ON IN HORROR
•Bruce will never get out of his costume unless Alfred makes him
•he’s super dramatic when he puts the costume on–so much so that he fucking hurt himself when putting on a glove
•does this huge dramatic reveal of the leagues identities to flash and has this stupid gay dopey smile when he does it
•gets super flustered around the girl he likes and the kids make fun of him. Constantly
•tore up someone’s basement and told them to have a nice day and then just fucking left
•he just goes off into these rants and monologues
•he probably tears across buildings and rooms in a full on naruto run just so he can be gone by the time the person he’s talking to turns around
•tells a raccoon it has a nice mask Jesus Christ
•gets doused with joker gas and has pretty nice laugh actually–but he laughs at everything and Alfred is just “go lay the fuck down”
•he probably scopes out the building with the perfect lighting and wind speed so his cape can blow dramatically in the wind
•Batman: he’s not one for much conversation
Robin: like you can talk
•he puts headphones in and listens to hard rock music at classical concerts like a dick
•diVES IN FRONT OF HIS BATLINGS WHEN EVER THEYRE IN TROUBLE HES SUCH A GOOD DAD OKAY
•he just glares until he gets his way
•stayed kidnapped for a whole two days for the dramatics of it
•everything he does is for the dramatic aesthetic and Alfred always calls him out (“aesthetic or death Alfred!” *cue dramatic cape flip*)

THE PRETTY LITTLE LIARS ENDGAME

It is bittersweet that I present to you my last ever theory for Pretty Little Liars. I apologise in advance for the insane length, but this is covering all those frustrating loose ends across the entire series. I hope you can make it to the end so we can discuss. My only fear for this theory is that it is too daring and gutsy; it would re-define the show we thought we knew. Are the writers willing to ‘go there’ in just 10 episodes? I don’t know! Regardless if this is all right, partially right, or so damn wrong, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did putting this together the past two months! For the last time before the show ends… I hope you enjoy!

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Batboys X Reader- Welcome To The Family

“He got another one?”

Dick and Jason stared at your dirty and small figure sitting at the dining room table, eating your food as if it were your last meal.  Bruce had informed everyone that he had taken you off from the streets when he found you at a crime scene.  You were hidden behind a couple boxes when a criminal decided to mug someone in the same alley.  The sounds of the victim struggling woke you up from your nap, making you leave your current home at the time.  There was a woman that was attempting to push a man’s knife away from her neck.  You quickly grabbed an old pipe you kept with you and stood up, quietly approaching the man until you were directly behind him.  You rose the pipe and bashed it on his head, causing him to drop the knife and collapse on the ground.  You hit him again for good measure and kicked away the knife.  The woman you saved stared at you, trying to process what you had just done.

“He’s still alive,” you muttered and kicked the man, receiving a groan from him.

“Thank you,” she stuttered out and hugged you.

You sighed at the warmth she provided, but had to let go, “Can you call the police?  I don’t want to be here without help if he wakes up again.”

She nodded and pulled out her cell phone out of her battered purse.  A few minutes later, a shadow enveloped you and the woman.  You turned around, the pipe still in your grip, to find the Batman looking at you and the woman.  He walked past you and the woman, grabbed the man, and placed some type of handcuffs on him.  Once he was finished with the criminal, he turned around and faced you and the woman.  

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Kiss Me Not -Part 24-

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au


Harry fought down a yawn.

“That was the last one,” Luna said quietly right by Harry’s ear.

Harry jumped, picking his head up from where had he propped it on his hand and looking out at the Great Hall. The line was gone.

Luna gave him a smile and bounced down the risers, heading over to the Gryffindor table where Ginny was helping herself to a cup of tea and a few biscuits. The house elves must have brought them because there were tea services on every table along with trays of fresh biscuits. Great gobs of students still filled the room, eating and gossiping about who knows what. McGonagall had moved off to a far edge of the room, lecturing a pair of third years. At least for the moment, it seemed like Harry was being ignored.  

Harry pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t meant to nearly fall asleep but, for all the pomp and pageantry, the whole ordeal had been boring as piss. He didn’t even remember most of the kissing. The trepidation at first had quickly been replaced with annoyance and then boredom. With his head turned to present his cheek, all he saw of the other person was a shadowy silhouette. If he closed his eyes, there was nothing to stop him from pretending the whole thing was a strange dream.

“When I said you were giving up, I hardly thought this would be the result.”

Harry quickly pulled his glasses back on.

Draco was walking along the top step of the riser, frowning irritably out at the students at the tables. He was wearing a pale grey sweater vest over a crisp white dress shirt with impeccably pressed black slacks as if he had just walked out of a posh advert rather than wallowing in the dungeons all day.

Harry sat up, relief flooding his voice, “Draco-”

“I mean really, this is just tacky in the extreme,” Draco went on, stopping in front of Harry’s chair, his back turned to him.

“It’s not like that,” Harry said quickly, “I talked to McGonagall about doing it before- before we last talked. It’s just to get everyone to leave me alone.”

“A good hex would have served you far better,” Draco said.

Harry shook his head, sliding to the edge of the chair and reaching out, “I-”

“Of course you couldn’t do that,” Draco said a little bitterly.

Harry touched his arm, “Draco-”

“Pansy said I ought to come, seems a wasted trip to me,” Draco said.

“Would you look at me?” Harry asked, tugging on Draco’s forearm.

Draco did turn, pulling his arm away. He was frowning faintly, “I’d rather not.”

Harry looked Draco over, relieved to see he was well and couldn’t keep himself from smiling, “Yeah, well… Pansy told me about-”

“You shouldn’t listen to her.” Draco interrupted, “She’s a liar.”

“You don’t even know what she told me,” Harry said with faint disbelief.

“Nothing good, I’m certain,” Draco said with a sniff, he looked Harry over critically and raised an eyebrow, “You look completely ridiculous.”

Harry pulled at the ermine-trimmed cape but it didn’t budge, “Wasn’t my idea.”

“I could have guessed that. You tend to err on the side of grubby rather than ostentatious,” Draco said.

“I’m not grubby,” Harry protested.

“No,” Draco said, looking away, “You just dress that way.”

Harry sighed, trying not to roll his eyes, “Draco. Pansy told me that you don’t remember what happened at the party.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “That’s what this is all about? I don’t normally drink that much you know. I was just in a uniquely bad mood that night.”

Harry’s brow twitched, “She didn’t tell you-?”

“About this horrible fiasco?” Draco gestured around the Great Hall with derision, “Of course she did. Pansy is a vicious gossip. Never tell her a secret unless you want half the wizarding world to know it by tea. All of the wizarding world, once she’s working for that rag of a paper.” He sneered at the lot of them, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“That’s not what I meant,” Harry said with mounting frustration.

Draco huffed at him, “I see now why she was so adamant I come here, to put an end to old aspirations once and for all.”

“What in the world are you on about?” Harry asked.

“Well, I am at the front of the line,” Draco shrugged and leaned down, his lips pressing to Harry’s chaste, sudden and soft.

Draco jerked back, his eyes widening, “…you knew.”

“I thought you knew,” Harry said, “I thought you didn’t want me.”

He stared at Harry in disbelief, “Who in their right mind wouldn’t want you.”

“I-” Harry’s words died in his throat.

Draco smiled like Harry had never seen before, he practically shone.

“You were courting me,” Draco said.

Harry nodded.

Draco’s gaze flicked up and he straightened, grabbing the crown from Harry’s head. Despite all of Luna’s efforts the crown pulled off his head easily with only a modicum of resistance from his rebellious hair. A few bobby pins plinked onto the floor as Draco took out his wand and vanished the royal cloak from Harry’s shoulders.

“Much better,” Draco said.

Harry stood, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

“First things first, Potter,” Draco said, turning to the hall and tossing the crown into the air where it hung for a second before hitting the ground with a bouncing, rolling, metallic clatter that drew the eyes of everyone in the room. Draco’s chin lifted and he said, “If I have could have your attention, you degenerates.”

“You’re not going to-”

Draco smirked, “I am.” His fingers grazed Harry’s cheek as he slipped a hand around the nape of Harry’s neck, leaning in and kissing him with a trepidation not suggested by his confident words. Harry smiled, pressing his hand over Draco’s, and kissed him back.

There was a click and a flash that Harry could see through his closed eyelids followed by a loud celebratory whoop.

Blaise looked up over his large wizarding camera, his eyebrows so high they were trying to merge with his hairline.

Pansy was beside him, “Did you get it? Did you get the photo?” she asked, her hands clasped tightly together in front of her as she bounced with unbridled glee. Ron, Hermione and Luna were with them, cheering loudly, Ginny was laughing, while the rest of the room stared open-mouthed.

Draco cleared his throat, raising his voice over the commotion, “If any of you lay a hand on Potter again, I’ll break your face.”

“He won’t,” Harry said, grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him down the risers.

“I will,” Draco said.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for a weeks detention if anyone should try,” McGonagall said with a warning tone in her voice, “There shall be no personal retributions of any kind. Not that you shall be needing any after that display.”

“I’ll say,” Ron said, “Never do anything halfway, do you Malfoy?”

“We should celebrate!” Luna said.

Hermione nodded, “Oh, that’d be nice!”

“You all can do whatever you want, Potter and I have things to do,” Draco said, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him to the door.

“We do?” Harry asked.

“A proper snog, for one,” Draco said.

“Oh,” Harry said with interest, picking up his pace.

Behind them, Pansy snorted, “Don’t forget to get some groping in.”

“Shut up, Pansy!” Draco yelled over his shoulder.

The noise died away as they stepped out into the hallway.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to groping,” Harry said.

Draco flushed, turning his head away so Harry couldn’t see, “I’ll take it into consideration.”


And They Lived Happily Ever After*

~The End~


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Better Than Medicine (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you have to figure out what to do when Bucky falls asleep on you and you’re hungry.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,769

A/N: @kjs-s requested “Could i please ask for one after the get together chapter in which the reader and Bucky fell asleep on the couch and she wakes up to Steve and Sam having breakfast and commenting on how great of a nurse she is?” I altered the request a bit and it occurs between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - forever grateful that you’re my editing partner in crime

Originally posted by wenellyb

By the time the end credits start rolling on Aladdin, Bucky is fast asleep. His arm is curled over your thighs, his face is pressed against the pillow in your lap and his soft snores mix in with the instrumental music playing on the TV. The sleeve of crackers you had instructed him to eat lies empty on the ground along with a second one. Although he refused to admit it out loud, you know he underestimated how hungry he was.

Speaking of underestimating hunger, you can hear your stomach begging you to get some food in your system. You didn’t think to grab a snack when you grabbed crackers for Bucky. Then again, you weren’t anticipating that he’d fall asleep while using you as a pillow.

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Deadly Sins- Pride

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter’s trains against Captain America and the pride in Captain causes issues for the Reader. When something happens to Peter Thor gets involved trying to solve the situation. Events turn causing the Reader to be injured.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,)

Word Count: 2,113

P.S: PETER IS IN HIS 20′S IN THE DEADLY SINS SERIES. BESIDES THE FIRST EPISODE OF ENVY. I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT A 15 Y/O. I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DO BUT I WONT CAUSE THAT CREEPS ME OUT.. SO KNOW HE IS IN HIS 20′S

A/N: Can you sense the theme ;) Btw my series will have different stories but categorized under the Deadly Sins

[Reader’s POV]

“Faster Spiderlover, you have to be faster than that” Natasha scolds putting you in a headlock.

 Stiffening up you breathe out slowly. You twist your leg around hers flipping her to the side slamming your body on top of hers. A groan slips out of her mouth as your elbow smashes into her ribcage. Rolling off of her you get back up. Your vitals flashing in your glasses. Natasha’s eyes glaring at you before getting back into her stance. Noticing her finger twitching your reflexes kick in.

She’s going to use her wrist tasers.

   Moving to the left dodging the burst of electricity coming your way. Opening up your bow into its true form you click the button causing it to shoot an electric arrow extending into size. Thanks to adapting some of Ant Man’s technology. It’s able to be shot then expand closer to the target so they don’t see it coming. She tries to dodge but it cuts open her shoulder when it expands to its full size.

“Spiderling girlfriend wins” Stark announces. You’ve been fighting for the fast twenty minutes. It was whoever drew the first blood. Your technique has grown since Natasha trained you these past four months.. Clint would stop by every so often to help train your skills with the bow. You felt safer with your new skills you have now. Ever since the incident two years ago with Mason you’ve changed. Peter has been super supportive of you growing stronger.

“Babe that was wicked, you did that thing and did that movement and flipped her over!” Peters excited interpretation with arm motions making you laugh.

“Not bad Spiderlover, come back tonight for assassination practice” Natasha smiles wiping the blood from her shoulder. Her hand applying pressure to stoop the bleeding.

“Sorry bout that..” you look at her immediately feeling guilty. Natasha was your mentor, you’re learning from the best. Yet you hate harming her in ways but when Tony says to train we have to give it all we got till first bloody injury.

“No, you’re here to train. You’re apart of the team thanks to your dear Spider” She points to Peter who’s now fighting against Captain America. You watch as Peter swings around the training room testing the new web shooters you designed. You took pride in them, you worked so hard on them that even Mr. Stark was impressed.

   You hear a bone crushing smack causing your head to snap in the direction of it. Looking to see Steve down on indented into the wall of the training room. Blood was dripping down his face and onto his white star.. Looks like your blade web fluid worked. The room got dead silent till Peter started shouting. “See I can even take the Captain Down!”

   Looking over at your boyfriend who starts swaying slightly. Blood started staining his suit making your eyes widen. He collapses to the ground gripping his left side. Panic flashed through your system causing your chest to tighten. Stark is there before any of us kneeling next to Peter. You then see Captain walking over towards the group.

“Is he alright?” Cap asks rubbing the back of his neck. He did this, he knows the training rules.

“You know this is just training Steve! Your pride in trying to always be right,what the fuck were you thinking” You snarl jumping at him your glove protruding blades. Your fist was about to slam in his face before you a web covers it instantly.

“Peter what the hell” Annoyance fills your body as you turn to look at him.

“No, w-with great p-power comes great responsibility..” He says trying to catch his breath. You don’t attack your team, you knew that but you were just trying to protect him.

“Kid you can’t try and prove yourself like that, we need you ALIVE for the mission in two days” Stark chastens. Peter looks at him frowning slightly. Only to nod before laying his head back down.

“Dammit Peter what were you thinking?!” he flinches from your raised voice. How could he not expect to get yelled at. You can’t lose him.

“I just wanted to show that I could take him down, I know I can babe..”

“Don’t do that, we all know you’re strong… this is just training not a gladiator fight” Sending a glare to Steve as he kneels down next to you looking over Peter’s injuries.

“You did good kid, like I said you have a lot of heart in yah” He ruffles Peters exposed curls.

“Babe… please don’t be mad I just really wanted to put your web-shooters to a complete test..”

“Fuck you Steve” you snarl slapping him hard across the face. A loud crack fills the training room. Your gloves had a superior strength mechanism that matched his shield. Steve looks up at you shocked as blood drips from his mouth.

“Starlight.. That isn’t the way of acting towards a fellow member” Thor’s hand placing itself on your heaving back. You grit your teeth at Thor’s nickname for you. They always called you something other than your name.

“He let his stupid make America great again pride get to his fucking head and took it out on Peter!” Your voice raising an octave. Peter is your everything, your reason to live now.

“Babe don-”

“Starlight… How about we fight next?” Thor asks trying to calm you down. He knew training was one of your stress relievers.

“Absolutely not, baby let’s leave” Peter is now standing in front of you gritting his teeth. His hand covering the wound on his side.

“Peter, you have to let Starlight make her own decisions for once.. You won’t always be around” Thor crosses his arms looking down at him.

“I.. I accept” You say moving Peter out of the way. A web covers both of your hands pulling you back to him. Smirking you hit a button on your wrist screen causing the webs to melt off. Peter looks down at your hands in shock.

“H-How di-did you do that?” Shock still stained on his features.

“Well Peter I do have free time in the shop and access to your web fluid” A sweet smile replaces your smirk as you turn towards Thor.

“That means… you could have punched Cap’n in the face?” Peter looking at you in disbelief. Nodding you turn away heading outside onto the outdoors training field.

“Now you two.. Please for the love of God DO NOT destroy the place with lightning.” Tony begs with a pout.

“Fist fight?” I ask turning to the side looking at Tony. My hair cascading down my back in curls.

“Weapon and Fists only, I’m tired of remodeling cause of your lightning Thor”  Tony sighs walking out of his Iron Man suit.

“Weapons? Her against Thor?Absolutely not.. ” Peter’s voice coming from behind you.

“Do you think I can’t handle this?”

“Babe he’s the God of fucking thunder, you’re just an ordinary human” he states looking down at you.

Did he just say… Ordinary?

I’ll show him I can defend myself…

“Just an ordinary human… understood Peter” You snap shooting a blast out of your palm.

He flips backwards avoiding it and turning his head to look at the blast you shot at him.

“Babygirl, I didn’t mean i-”

“C’mon Starlight show me what you got” Thor grins gripping his hammer’s handle. Tugging your hand out of Peter’s grasp. You couldn’t believe he called you ordinary, you were beyond ordinary from what he said in the bedroom last night.

Bastard.

“Get ready Spiderlover!” Natasha shouts from the sidelines. She was like a proud soccer mom on the side. Clint had his arm slung around her shoulders.

“Victor, engage Oden Fighting Mode” I say with a smirk cause there were some tricks you installed. Your armor had multiple things to help you in battle due to situations. Many possibilities thanks to the supplies Tony gave you.

“Engaging Oden Fighting Mode”

   Thor lunges at you throwing his hammer at you. His hair flowing in the wind as he comes closer to you. You cross your arms in front of you in a ‘X’, a forceshield forms as the hammer collides causing a stream of light to fill the air. The intense collision making your feet dig into the ground.

   You can do anything you set your mind to. Letting out a grunt you use your shin bracers to knock his hammer away. Shooting anchors to his cape causing him to be unable to move. Jumping you punch him repeatedly in the face. Your fighting mode going fast detecting his possible counters.

“I see you’ve done some tinkering Starlight” he chuckles as his fist aims straight towards your face after dodging another punch from you.

“You gotta do what you gotta do” A groan slipping out of your lips as he manages to wrap his hands around your neck. Gripping onto his forearms,the smell of burnt flesh fills your nose.

“What the fuck?” Thor hisses dropping you making you take a huge breath in. Doing a backflip to get some distance between you two. Victor disables the acid touch instantly.

“Like Peter said, I’m just some ordinary human, I have to defend myself somehow” bitterness filling your mouth. You could taste the blood but you swallow it.

“You’re going to regret that” He growls punching you hard in the chest. Pain and electricity spreads you through your body.

“THOR I SAID NO LIGHTNING!”

“Calling for medical personal, vitals dropping, contusions to the chest” Victor’s voice fills your ears. Coughing you collapse onto the ground. You could feel that he burned a hole in your chest plate. Back to the drawing board when you heal..

“I-I wasn’t thinking properly” He explains running towards your body.

“You’re going to get chewed the fuck out” Natasha grips Thor by the ear taking him away. She is totally your mom.

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“Babygirl, h-how are you feeling?” Peter asks as you slip your silk robe on  to cover over your bandaged chest.

“How do you think I’m feeling Peter?” My tone coming out harsh. You were still salty with how he called you ordinary.

“Y-you know I-I didn’t mean it… I’m just afraid you’ll get hurt badly and look where we are” he gestures towards your bandaged chest and torso.

“I knew that I would get hurt the moment I came here but I came here to be with you Peter… I love you so much that I can’t be away from you. So forgive me if I want to fight alongside you and if I have to push myself I will..” You could feel your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Feeling this way towards Peter was a first. Sure you got upset but never angry at him.

“Your pride got you hurt today, just like it hurt Cap’n” he explains taking your hands into his. You look into his brown eyes that you swear you could get lost in.

“It wasn’t pride” Taking your hands out of his but he catches them back in his grasp again.

“Yes love, your pride in your suit.. I know you were trying to prove a point to me” A small smile is plastered on his lips. He know’s he’s right and you hated it.

“What point are you even talking about” Eyes looking away from his, you were completely frustrated.

“That you aren’t an ordinary human, Natasha is human and is an excellent fighter… You’re learning from the best so ordinary was an awful word to say” His arms pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I can’t believe you called me that, Peter I was so mad” You huff placing your forehead against his chest.

“You blasted at me, of course I knew my girl was mad at me..” His laughter filling the air 

“After the things you called me last night…then calling me ordinary was infuriating” Your lips kiss down his neck pausing at the base of his neck. His hands tighten on your waist as you leave dark marks on his skin.

“You’re going to regret blasting at me today love” He whispers darkly pulling away from you. His hands flick causing webs to pin you against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him.

All you could see in his eyes was… Lust.

A/N:

So… what’d ya thinkkkk. I’m loving the tumblr community more than Wattpad tbh. Until I upload the next part take a look at my recent post ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You :,)

It was as clear as if it had already happened. As clear as if she’d been there. But it hadn’t happened and Elain would not be there when it did.

Azriel stood naked under a stream of hot water, face buried in his forearm, breath heavy. The muscles of his back and buttocks flexed and clenched with each hurried stroke of his scarred hand. His beautiful scarred hand. There was something desperate about the look on his face, in the curve of his shoulders. Perhaps something haunted, too.

He bit into his lower lip, eyes wrinkled shut, body curled forward.

Elain—” He came with a groan and a jerk of his hips and then it was over. He washed the mess away, ran a hand over his jaw. Water dripped everywhere. For a moment, it was hard to see his face, nearly hidden by steam from the water. But she saw it as he pulled the curtain and stepped out—shame. He was ashamed.

Ashamed of himself for what he’d just done. For thinking of her. For saying her name.

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tantalum-cobalt  asked:

93 from that latest prompt list you reblogged with Dick and Bruce on patrol and B thinking something is wrong / Dick is hiding something (injury, illness, whatever) from him. Whether he is or not is to to you :)

For @tsfennec. Thank you for donating :) Here’s some hurt Dick and protective Bruce for you! Also, this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for months, so thank you for being patient.

93. “You’ve been quiet.”


There’s something wrong, Bruce thinks.

It’s the third time Dick has swayed sideways only to catch himself in just as many hours, and there’s been a significant lack of chattering from the eleven-year-old that’s perched next to him. Bruce would blame distraction, but Dick’s sits still as they watch the building across the street and asks the occasional question about the case.

But, there’s no smile, no rambling, no excited whoops that make Bruce secretly smile when Dick’s not looking, and no movement.

“Robin,” Bruce finds himself saying.

Dick starts and half-turns toward him. Batman is silent for a moment, but he’s curious. And he’s not going to admit it out loud, but he may also be a little concerned. Dick doesn’t do not moving well, and this statue impression he’s trying out is grating on some nerves that Bruce doesn’t often acknowledge.

“Batman?” Dick asks after Bruce is silent a beat too long.

“You’ve been quiet,” Bruce says.

“Oh.” It’s apparently all Dick has to say on the subject.

Bruce tries not to grind his teeth. He’s not largely successful. “Explain.”

Dick freezes—which is a feat, considering he wasn’t moving all that much anyways. He looks more like a statue than Bruce could ever manage, and according to both Dick and Alfred on several occasions, that’s almost impossible.

“You could give a gargoyle a run for its money,” Dick has once told him after a particularly long stakeout. “Maybe we should hold a competition. Alfred can be the judge!”

Bruce mood sours. His anger and concern skyrocket. There’s no cheer left in Dick’s demeanor, and Bruce doesn’t know what to do about it.

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Walk by you

Originally posted by spaghelliot

Forst of all I’m sorry that it took me so long, I had a writer’s block and didn’t want to write against myse;f, because I knew it would suck. Also Sorry if it’s not as you wanted this, yet I hope you will enjoy that.



Sighting slightly, you stood up from your chair, stretching slightly and walking towards your wardrobe, searching for your raiment with slight frown on your face. When you couldn’t find anything, you groaned and walked towards the glass-cabinet where your cape was, which not even moved when you got to it. With sight you took it by the collar and made it turn to you.
“Where are my clothes?” It moved slightly as if it was trying to play innocent. You just rolled your eyes, grabbing it tighter. “If you want to ever go to Kamar-Taj today, you have to give me my clothes back, you understand?” Cape moved slightly and waved itself in direction of your bathroom. Letting go of it you walked to get dressed, cursing under your breath at the day when you meet the black cape, which got attracted to you in an instant when it saw you.

When you finally dressed in your dark robes, you got out of the bathroom and put on your sling ring. When you created the portal, your cape wrapped itself around your shoulders, and you walked through the portal, slight smile on your face.
You haven’t been in Kamar-Taj for a while now, choosing live in solitude after Kaecelius, your best friend, left. You heard of what he was up to half year ago, and yet you choose not to do anything, distancing yourself from everything and everyone, only you and your cape in small cabin in  the middle of some polish woods, away from the world.
And yet, few days ago you found a message from Wong on your porch. With smile on your face you read of how he wanted to introduce you to the new Sorcerer Supreme, which name you never heard before. Some Strange guy from what you remember reading.

When you stepped through the portal, every single student on training ground stopped what they were doing at the sight of you, at which you scoffed. You never liked the attention you got, especially after you were recognized as Kaecelius’s friend.
“What?” You growled at them, which instantly made them look away from you and got back to what they were doing. Rolling your eyes you walked to the library where you found Wong, who spoke with someone. Before you were able to even open your mouth, your cape flew in their direction, making you to do full 360 degree turn, finished in you landing on your butt, face to doors direction and merry-go-round in your head. Groaning you turned in direction of Wong and other man, who made a surprised sound. Apparently he ended just like you, his cape no longer on his shoulders, instead of that both your capes levitated together, rolled into a ball. You furrowed your brow and walked to them, trying to separate them, yet it gave you nothing.

“For the love of God, could you be so kind and act normal for once?!” You growled at your cape, which apparently had you in where sun don’t shine.
“What’s going on?” Man, who was a master of the other cape walked to you, looking at the artifacts with frown on his face. Behind his back Wong laughed, which made both of you look in his direction, man with shock and you with frown.
“Explain.” You walked to him, waiting for explanation.
“It’s nothing really. You two just have to give them some time. They haven’t seen each other for really long.” You looked at him as if he was sick. Seeing your gaze Wong sighed and patted your shoulder, having for nothing your distaste of human touch. “That is The Cape of Levitation.” You raised your eyebrow, still not understanding what he was telling you. “Nothing? Have you ever read about your Cloak of Invisibility?”
“No.” You almost screamed at him, showing his hand away. “That’s why I’m asking you to explain it to me.”
“You? Asking?”
“Better speak until I’m doing it nicely.” You put your hands on your hips looking at him with furrowed brow. Master Librarian only sighed and waved at you and the man to follow him.
“Tea?”
“I don’t want any tea, I want my Cloak sane.” Wong only rolled his eyes and looked at man who was behind you.
“Yes, please.” He sat at the table and so did you, impatience clear on your face. You didn’t choose a solitude without the reasons. You hated people and now you were forced to interaction with them.


“So, you see now, why they are acting that way?” Both you, and Stephen, as you learned was the mysterious man’s with weird facial hairs name, looked at your capes with raised eyebrows. When you turned back to Wong you jumped slightly at sight of Stephen watching you intently.
“You want me to believe that they are like this because their former owners were lovers?”
“Oh, they were more than just lovers. As the Ancient One said, such deep and overwhelming feeling for other person is rare and those two were really made for each other.” You just rolled your eyes.
“I don’t believe in such fairytales. When Cloak will be done with its shit, I’m going back where I came from and I hope to not to see this red rag ever again.” After your words, you felt something slapping you on the back of your head, hard enough, that you almost hit the table with your face. “What the hell?” You turned around and looked at your cloak, which looked pretty pissed off. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not like I’m going to change my way of living because your former masters were close.” It slapped you again, this time in the cheek. Wong cleared his throat shyly, and you looked at him.
“It’s quite possible that the they love each other, just like their masters did.” You groaned.
“Great, now my another problem is my cloak having a crush in the Cape of Levitation.” You facepalmed and looked at Stephen, who whispered to his cape this whole time. When he saw you looking, he stopped and cleared his throat.
“You may come to New Your Sanctuary and stay there, so…”
“No way, nah-ah.” You got up and shook your head. “I’m not gonna do it, not for cloak, nor for anybo-” You stopped when your cloak slapped once more. Looking at it with hard eyes, you finally groaned. “Fine, ok. We will go, but don’t you dare to slap me again.” Cloak twirled slightly in air and wrapped itself around your shoulders. You looked at Wong with hatred in your eyes.
There is no way that this bastard didn’t knew that this was going to happened.
Strange stood up, with his cape on his shoulders and was ready to open the portal when your cloak pushed you in his direction, making you fall into his arms. You shook at the feeling of his warm arms wrapping around you for support, and when you looked up, you didn’t even had time to look into his eyes, for cape of levitation pushing it’s master’s head down, making your lips meet. Your eyes widened at that. Never in your life have you thought that you would kiss someone other than Kaecelius, and especially not a man who you meet barely hour ago. And yet, there you were, your eyes opened in shock, while his closed, him lips moving against your, arms wrapping tighter around you. You didn’t knew what to do.
When he finally moved away, your face was as read as his cape, if not more. You looked away, only to see Wong is gone.
“Don’t be mad at me, but I really think that you are a beautiful woman… and after what we heard, I maybe started to believe in destiny.” You looked at him, ready to throw some snarky comment, but when you looked into his eyes, your breath got caught in your throat. Never in your life have you saw eyes as blue as his.
“I… don’t believe in destiny, nor in love at first sight.” He smirked at that, opening the portal to the New Your Sanctuary and letting you go first.
“Then how about I will walk by you again?” You tripped at his words and would definitely fall, if it weren’t for your cape who helped you walk straight. Stephen only laughed and walked through the portal after you.
“That was terrible.”
“But good for start.”
“Definitely not.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Maybe this will turn out as something good?
“And yet I made you laugh.”
“That doesn’t proof anything.” You smiled slightly at the sight of your cloak and his cape flying away from you.

RFA + Saeran Get Sick

We were feeling inspired by this post, so we decided to do a follow up and have some scenarios where the RFA+Saeran is sick and MC takes care of them. Enjoy~



Zen:

  • He doesn’t get sick often, but recently he got caught in the rain
  • He came down with a cold the next day
  • When you touch his cheek to give him a kiss, you realize how hot his skin is
  • You make him rest right away
  • While he protested at first, he kind of liked the idea of you taking care of him
  • Finally he agreed and went to lay down
  • You make him homemade soup and makes sure he has it in bed
  • You take care of all his phone calls and explain to his director
  • He thinks he still looks really good even when he’s sick
  • He sends a selfie in the chatroom to brag a little
  • You wipe some snot from his nose
  • “Yeah….you look great….”
  • The next day, he’s fine but he really enjoys being taken care of by you
  • You let is slide one day more, but as day three approaches…
  • “Zen, didn’t your bones mend in like a day?”
  • “Yeah? What’s your point…?”

Yoosung:

  • It was after finals and his body completely crashed
  • He gets super sick
  • This boy is really affectionate normally…
  • But he gets 10x more clingy when he’s sick
  • At night, he’s trying to cuddle with you
  • “Yoosung! I can’t get sick.” 
  • “But I wanna feel better…and you make me feel better.”
  • You let him hug you, but you put your foot down when he tries to kiss you
  • “I’m feeling better! Really!” he says with puffy eyes and a runny nose
  • You can’t lay in bed all day, so you pile up pillows so he has something to cuddle while watching some movies
  • He’s horrible when it comes to taking medicine
  • You have to make sure most of them are fruit flavored or else you have to sneak it in his food
  • When you have to force him to take some nasty liquid antibiotics, you promise you’ll make it up to him when he’s better and make him cookies

Jaehee:

  • She can’t afford to take days off from the office
  • But you can tell she’s feeling pretty sick
  • So, you stop by her job during lunch and bring her a small care package with tissues and cough drops and OTC meds
  • You may have also left an onion at her desk because you heard somewhere it helped inflammation
  • Unfortunately, it was more of a smell than a remedy and it caught the attention of Jumin
  • He didn’t realize she was ill, but seeing the care package and smelling the onion, he sent her home
  • Once she gets home, you force her to go to bed while you make food
  • While she’s sleeping, you make a list of musical/movie recommendations and leave it on a note ontop of her laptop for when she’s ready for binging
  • She’s really hard to take care of since she’s always refusing help
  • But after a few glares from you, she softens up
  • “Let me know if you need anything, Jaehee!”
  • “No need….actually, since you’re up, could you get some tea for me, please?” 

Jumin: 

  • He has a good diet, makes sure he takes vitamins daily, and gets enough sleep
  • But lately, he’s had so many business trips and had been traveling a lot
  • His body just crashed 
  • He calls a doctor right away, but there’s not much he can do but give some meds  
  • The doctor also advises he gets lots of rest, so you have to take good care of him
  • Jumin gets really pouty when he’s sick
  • He looks like his life his over, but he’s just not feeling well…you find it so cute
  • You get those lollipops that soothe the throat
  • It was meant to tease him a little, but he really likes it and always has one in his mouth
  • You also get him a stuffed cat that looks like Elizabeth the 3rd, since he doesn’t want her around him while he’s sick
  • Again…it was more as a joke, but he treasured it since it came from you and it was always by his side
  • He doesn’t like you in the same room as him, so he makes sure you sleep in the guest room for a few nights
  • He. Hates. Vicks.
  • “Oh, my head is so clogged.”
  • “I know what you need…” you say pulling out the small container
  • “No need…it’s a miracle. I’m healed.”
  • It got so bad, you had to call Mr. Han to hold his son down while you forced it onto his head and nose


Seven:

  • He doesn’t even realize he’s sick
  • He thinks it’s just a headache, and he keeps taking Tiaranol
  • You notice he’s sniffling and touch his forehead, which was burning
  • He swears it’s just his computer heating up
  • You know it’s a hopeless cause to try to fight him
  • So you just place a blanket over him while he’s typing and keep a pillow beside him
  • He admits he’s a little cold, but that’s all
  • Still, you keep hearing him sniffling, so you get some Vicks and rub some on his nose while he’s distracted
  • Like Jumin….he despises it
  • “Ahhh! It burns!”
  • He gets really dramatic every time you bring out the Vicks
  • He gives this big pout and gets teary eyed (probably from his fever)
  • “I thought you loved me…why would you torture me?”
  • You start using it as a threat every time he tries to sneak over to his computer
  • You’ll walk next to him with the bottle and suddenly he drops his laptop and jumps back into bed

Saeran:

  • He gets sick pretty often, but usually it’s nothing serious
  • But the weather had been pretty bad and it caught up to him
  • You know it’s bad when he’s still in bed mid-morning and is shivering despite the two blankets
  • You try not to wake him and put the hot packs underneath the covers to warm him
  • The first few days are really rough because his fever is making him delirious
  • To top it off, it makes his nightmares worse and sometimes he hallucinates
  • It hurts to see him like that but all you can do is hold his hand and talk to him softly
  • It’s a relief when his fever finally breaks and he’s more lucid
  • He doesn’t really like being taken care of because it reminds him a lot of his childhood
  • You oblige and back off a little…but make sure everything is reachable for him
  • So, instead of meds beside his bed, it’s on the kitchen counter where he can get it himself
  • He has a blanket constantly around him cuz he’s cold
  • So you just tie it as a cape to tease him
  • He doesn’t laugh, but he doesn’t take it off either
  • When he’s feeling a bit better, you take him outside to get some fresh air
  • Besides, you know just being able to look at the sky cheers him up a little

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Stressed

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“I can’t make that work either.” He groans, rubbing his temples. “I have a meeting, and then an interview. I can’t do dinner because I have another meeting and then I have to go to the studio to record.”

“It’s okay Shawn.” 

“No it’s not, I promised you that I wouldn’t let my career get in between us.” 

“Shawn it’s not getting in between us.”

“Yes it is, I never see you anymore.” He says becoming more worked up. “And don’t you dare say ‘You’re seeing me now.’ because it’s a fucking face time. I mean I wanna see you in person.” 

“Okay.” She nods, knowing how frustrated he is and how her smart ass comments aren’t gonna help.

“I just need a day. Day to spend with you.” He sighs.

“Tomorrow?” 

“No you have class.” He says raking a hand through his curls.

“Then why don’t you come over to mine, relax a bit. Sleep or watch a movie. You can eat all my food, and then you’ll be here when I get home.” She smiles, trying to lift his spirits.

“Yeah okay.” He nods. “I just wanna be with you, lay with you and learn how to breathe again.” He says focusing on her on through the screen.

“We can do that.” She says nodding. 

*

She skipped class. Know’s he’s gonna argue her on it, but with the way they ended the day yesterday she knew he really needed her. 

His meetings had stressed him out even more, resulting in them adding more tour dates and making him miss his Dad’s birthday. He was way stressed out and she watched as he fell asleep on facetime, forehead creased, expression angry. 

She’s making breakfast, he said that he was gonna come over first thing in the morning and hide away at her place.

The doorknob is jiggling as she’s just finishing up his tea, the door opens and she can hear as he walks in, closing the door behind him. 

He makes his way to the kitchen, following the smell of bacon. 

“Hey Baby.” He says, smile appearing. “I thought you had class.”

“I do.” She says, going back to flipping the bacon.

“Then why are you here?” He questions, jumping up on the counter.

“Shhh, don’t tell. But I’m skipping.” She says, looking over at him. 

“Babe, why are you skipping?” He says, becoming serious.

“Because you needed me.” She says, suddenly feeling small. 

“Okay, yes I need you but not to the point of you skipping school.” 

“I know, but I wanted too. I really didn’t want to go to class, and it would have been a waste because I would have just sat there thinking about you the whole time.”

“That’s sweet.” He says smiling at her. “Any chance I can drive you to class, you’ll only be a little late.”

“Nope.” She says popping the P.

“Okay.” He nods, laughing a bit. “What are your parents going to think of me, I’m becoming a bad influence.”

“Shut up they love you.” She says walking over, handing him his tea.

“I love when you make me tea.” He says taking the mug.

“Why?”

“Your tea is always so fucking good, I don’t ever want to drink any other kind. Like I had tea yesterday during my meeting and almost spit it out because it was awful.”

“Shawn.” She laughs, standing between his legs.

“You look cute.” He says, taking in her look. Black yoga pants, one of his grey t shirts, hair in a messy bun, glasses on.

“I look like trash.” She laughs turning to walk away. 

“No you don’t.” He says grabbing her shoulder, making her turn back to him. He leans down and kisses her smiling as he pulls away. “Hello Baby.” He says staring into her eyes.

“Hi.”

“What are the plans for the day?” He asks letting her go back to making breakfast.

“Breakfast and then a lazy day.” She smiles. 

*

“Come on Babe, I wanna watch the next episode.” He whines from the couch. 

“Do you want more tea or not?” She asks.

“Sorry.” He chuckles from the couch. 

They are like living on the couch now. They started watching ‘The Good Doctor’ and they have one more episode till they are caught up. They have heaps of blankets and pillows, which aren’t being used because they just end up laying on each other. 

She walks back in, throw blanket tied to look like a cape. He smiles at her and she grins, handing him this third cup of tea. 

“Ok, I’m ready.” She nods sitting next to him. He takes a sip, setting his cup down. He presses play, then moves so he’s laying on her. Head in her lap, rubbing circles on her calves.

“Feeling better?” She asks, during one of the commercials.

“Yeah.” He looks up at her. “You always make me feel better.”

“Good.” She smiles, playing with his curls.

“I’m so happy right now, like I don’t think I could be happier.” He smiles at her.

“I’m happy too.” 

He starts to roll back to face the TV and the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them.

“God I love you.” He breathes, then freezing because he realizes what he’s just said. She doesn’t really react, fingers still playing with his curls. At first he thinks she didn’t hear him but then she goes.

“I love you too.” 

He stays still but then slowly looks up at her. 

“That’s the first time we’ve said that.” He says softly, she looks at him smile running across her lips.

“Yeah, well for me. You talk in your sleep.” She giggles.

“Wait what?” 

“Yeah, said it like a week ago I think.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Thought that you would tell me when you were conscious when you were ready.” She shrugs. 

“I’m ready.”

“I know, you just told me.” She smirks.

“God you have a comment for everything don’t you.” 

“Yeah, your talent is singing mine is being a smart ass.” She laughs.

“Yeah but I love it.” He leans up.

“Do you?” She teases. 

“Shut up.” He takes hold of her chin, she laughs at him. 

“I love you too.” She giggles, he pulls her chin down kissing her. He kisses her passionately, putting everything he can into the kiss.

“We’re missing the show.” She whispers against his lips.

“Oh well.” He says, moving so he can pull her to sit on his lap. 

“Shawn.” She laughs when their heads bump together. 

“Are you okay?” He says in between fits of laughter.

“Yeah.”

“Not my smoothest moment.” He grins.

“Have you ever been smooth?” She teases.

“Yeah, you told me. The night we first met.”

“Oh yeah, Cinderella right?”

“Yeah, who knew Cinderella wore a sexy black dress with red heels.” He grins connecting their lips together.

“You remember what I wore that night?” She asks pulling away.

“Yeah.” He says nodding.

“What else do you remember?”

“I remember your friends staring at you like you were crazy when you danced to my song.” 

“Oh yeah.” She giggles.

“I remember being so mad at Brian for making me lose you.” He says shaking his head. “I remember that once I found you I didn’t want to lose you again, and that I knew I had to chase you around that house. I remember Doris’s note.”

“Her what?” 

“Doris wrote a note on the receipt.” He says digging into his back pocket for his wallet. 

“You still have it?”

“Of course I still have it.” He says taking the receipt out of his wallet showing it to her.

“It’s lost the order, but still has her note.”

“She’s right, I really hoped you wouldn’t break my heart that night.” 

“I won’t.” He says looking up at her. “I won’t break your heart I promise.” 

“That’s cheesy.” She says blushing. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you.” She says back leaning in to kiss him. 

“Wait, I wanna put this back.”

“Okay.” She giggles.

“Sorry, I just don’t wanna lose it.”

“I like how important this is to you.” 

“I look at it when I miss you, reminds me of that night and how happy I was and am that I met you.”

“You’re cute.” 

“You’re cuter.”

AnY Chapter 146 Spoilers ➸

Below the cut you will find my personal (and very sloppy) summary of chapter 146 with some pictures. There’s uhh… spoilers and stuff (duh) so be careful XD

Was this chapter worth the secretary at my school finding Hana Yume in my bag, going “Oh my, look it’s Hana to Yume!”, pulling it out in front of the staff and saying, “I used to read this so long ago!” while everyone burst out laughing at us? You bet!

As I will no doubt say until the end of time, please take this summary with a grain of salt. First off, it’s not a word for word translation, it’s a summary, so expect my own personal flair and interpretation to be throughout. Second, and more importantly, I am not fluent in Japanese. I will try to make it clear when I am struggling and unsure, but take everything lightly, as a single kana can throw me off a true meaning and I will not catch more difficult phrases and wordplay. I’m still learning, so keep that in mind.

This aside, enjoy the chapter! I know I sure did ^ ^

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Celebrating Halloween for the first time with Peter Parker would include:

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

• “i always liked the idea of Halloween, i never got to celebrate though….”

•"wait, what?! You never got to celebrate Halloween?!“

• he would make it his responsibility to educate you about the holiday.

• “Peter, i don’t think a flow chart is tgat necessary.” “hush, (y/n). The avengers do it this way.” “i’m officially on the team you-” “i said hush.”

• wanda and Natasha getting you two matching costumes.

•“guys it’s too sexy…” “Nothing’s too sexy (y/n)” natasha argues. “today’s the day you can dress slutty” wanda sits you down and they both help you with the costume and make up.

• steve, bucky and tony being super-over protective.

•“oh, no.no.no. no! You don’t wear that outside, missy” tony crosses his arms. “steve!” you would look at the blonde “no.” steve would shake his head. “BUCKY!”

• “WHAT?!” he would come with a gun. After listening and saying everything he would only have one thing to say. “oh, no, hell no. You don’t get to wear the catwoman costume outside.”

• Natasha and wanda would come to your rescue.

•peter would soon arrive dressed as Batman, enjoying the cape and using the “batman” voice to announce his arrival.

•"hey (y/n)- WHOA”

•he won’t be able to take his eyes off you.

•"stop it, kid. You’re drooling.“ tony would point.

•peter would actually check. You’d grin like an idiot, obviously blushing.

• “let’s go, batsy?” you ask in a sexy voice.

• “of course.” he would soon get in his character.

• the guys lowkey threatening him to not try anything funny and take care of you.

• you both would laugh a lot and act like total goofs.

•ned and MJ loving your costumes.

•aunt may would take pictures. “i always liked the idea of catwoman and batman being together” she would wink, embarrassing peter and making you laugh.

• you flirt with him all night. To your surprise, he flirts back.

•pictures. Loads of pictures.

•“they need to kiss.” ned says to michelle. “oh they need to stop the eye fucking and just do it in some alley if it means this stops.” she would reply. “ew, but true.” ned would nod.

•throwing candies at each other.

• ned and MJ getting tired of all the beating around the bush.

•“get some.” ned would push Peter towards you and Michelle would do the same making you two crash into each other.

• “hehe, Wh-, what the hell guys?” peter would be blushing furiously.

• “KISS.” they would say in unison. “put us out of our misery!”

•"aw, is the big bat scared? How-” you never get to finish your sentence because he crashes your lips against yours.

•"I’m never scared.“ him using the batman voice as he pulls away. You rolling your eyes and kissing him. The kiss is deepened and you two are straight up making out.

• “jeez, guys. We’re still here… ” Michelle would say in disgust. “i got a picture!” ned would show you to his phone grinning.

• smiling, blushing, holding hands till you get back to the towers.

• “bye, (y/n)” Peter would smiles not wanting to let go of your hand. You don’t want to either.

•tony getting suspicious. His eyes widen as he notice peter’s too red lips. “steve!”

•"DID YOU TWO FONDUE?!“ he would ask scared.

•"NO” you both would reply. “we just kissed. Then kinda made out, okay bye!” you would rush to your room.

•the guys turning to peter.

•him climbing up a window and looking them dead in the eyes. “I’m Batman” he jumps out the window.

• “I’m going to beat the hell out of him” bucky says from a corner.

A/N: hope you huys liked it! Love you all loads. I know it’s super early but hey. I’m thinking of doing a supernatural x teen!reader one too. Tell me you want me to do it!!
The sight of his child

Originally posted by dearestjohn

Stephen Strange sat in his room in Kamar-Taj, looking at his hands. I have been four months from when he started his learning there. He was getting progressively better with the mystic arts, but yet, he knew that something was distracting him. The Ancient One saw that too, hell even Wong and Mordo knew there was something wrong about him, different than his attitude from the beginning of his learning, much more distracting than that. Yet Stephen didn’t say a thing about the matter that was bothering him, and why it started now.

With furrowed brow Stephen stood up from his crouching position and went to his desk where he kept his tablet. His inbox was opened in doctor’s desperate hope for a message to appear. The response to his latest email which he send to the one person he wounded before he came to Nepal. You…


“Hey, hon. I got some Chinese, I hope you don’t mind.” You walked into the apartment, bags with food in your hands, your jacket undone, showing off your belly, where your and Stephen’s baby was growing. The said man looked from the papers he had in his shaking hands, frown clearly seen on his face.

“My whole life is destroyed, and you are concerned about some stupid take-out?” Now you frowned at his words. You were with him from the moment he woke up after the accident, tried to help and support him with anything he did, even if he was spending all his money. But how much can one woman take?

“Your life is not destroyed, Stephen. Your hands will heal, just give them time. Beside, you definitely have some more important things to worry about than your job.” He stood up harshly, looking at you with hard eyes.

“And what would that be? You? Don’t be ridiculous. My work was what really mattered.” You felt anger building up in you, but tried to stay calm.

“Our child is what should have mattered to you. It doesn’t need a neurosurgeon, it needs a father.

“Then go and find some!” His eyes widened at the sound of his own scream and sight of tears running down your cheeks. Just in that moment, he knew that he went too far.

“Well then.” You dropped the bags you had in your hands, not giving a shit when they hit the ground and made a mess, making your way to the doors. “You finally gave me a clear view at our apparently destroyed marriage. Good to know what you want. We will make sure not to get with our petite problems in your life anymore.” With that you left your apartment, not giving him a chance to speak. He didn’t saw you since then.


Stephen refreshed his inbox, only to find it empty again. It was your sixth month of pregnancy back then. It was half year ago, and you really kept your word, and didn’t even informed him about giving birth to your child. He tried to contact you for over a week now, but you never answered his emails. Stephen thought about opening a portal to your apartment and beg you for forgiveness, but he knew that if he do that, there will be no way for him to come back to Kamar-Taj…

Strange took a deep breath hearing knocking to his doors. When he opened them he faced Mordo, who took him to the training grounds. Strange went with him, knowing that if he wanted to see you the child, he need to finish his training and heal his hands.


 

After defending Kaecelius and Dormamu, and becoming the master of the New York sanctuary, Stephen Strange found himself facing the hardest trial that his new life could possibly face him with. And it was standing in front of doors to your new apartment in not really nice building. He found himself more nervous than in day he proposed to you. The cape of levitation was probably the only reason he was standing on his shaking legs. It also was the cape who ringed your doorbell, too feed up with its master’s nervousness.

“Coming!” Stephen swallowed hearing your voice. When the doors opened, your brow furrowed at the sight of the man in front of you, the smile that was on your lips only second before now fading away. “What the hell are you doing here? And what is that on your face, something bit you?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him with certain hardness he was really afraid of. Stephen knew why he came here, yet he wasn’t able to say a word. Right here in this moment you were exactly what he dreamed about for the last months. Your (h/c) hair pulled in a messy bun, your clothes a little too big and dirty from food and something that seemed to be the baby vomits on your left shoulder, you was the most beautiful person ever walking on this planet.

“So?” He snapped form his thoughts and pulled you to himself, hugging you with all he had. It didn’t last long because you pushed him away. “What the hell you think you are doing?”

“I know I messed up, but please, let me in, let me explain.”

“You are coming here, after literally telling me you want nothing to do with me, after abandoning me on the hardest time of my freaking life, doing nothing for a long time except sending me some meaningless emails and now you are expecting me to let you in, as if nothing happened? Do you really think I’m so stupid?!” You closed your eyes for a moment, not wanting to show him your tears. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I will tell you. I will tell you everything, but please let me in. I have been dying to see you, believe me, but it’s not conversation for a hallway.” You looked at him for a while, watching his blue eyes, full of tears and pleads. After a while of watching his suffering you stepped aside, letting him in your apartment.

Once inside, Stephen looked around takin in the look of the place you lived in, only now understanding how much he destroyed your life. With no work because of baby and with the little money he left you when he went to Nepal, you barely made the living. Stephen felt as an ass now, for not paying attention at anything but himself and his hands back when he did had the money…

When you passed him and went into the living room, Stephen walked behind you, but stopped the moment he saw the crib, surrounded by the bags of diapers and some baby toys. Swallowing hard, man looked at you, asking for permission. Sighing you nodded. Even with what he did said to you when you last saw each other, he is the baby’s father and have the very right to meet his child.

With hands shaking more than normal, Stephen walked to the crib and looked inside, only to back off a little and cover his mouth with hand, tears building in his eyes at the sight of his child, covered with pink blanket. He looked at you once more.

“I-it’s a girl?” At your nod, he laughed quietly trying not to cry. “Can I… Can I hold her?” When you nodded once more, he reached for the baby and took her in his hands, holding her close to his chest. “She is perfect.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“What’s her name?”
“Rose.” You walked to him with slight smile on your face, all your anger slowly disappearing at the sight of them together. You touched your daughter delicately before you looked at your husband. “You better want to tell me what’s going on.” Stephen nodded and told you everything, all the time rocking the small girl in his hands.


“You really expect me to believe that? That’s how you want to explain your absence? Magic Stephen? Really? You pushed us away because of your hands, and now you expect me to believe that you don’t care anymore about it, nor your job, because you went to Hogwarts?” You looked at him over the isle which separate kitchen and living room, tea in your hands. He was on your couch, your daughter, now awake, in his hands, playing with his shaking hands.

“It’s Kamar-Taj, and it’s in Nepal. I’m now the master of New Your sanctuary.”

“Oh yes, right, sanctuary. And you are watching over it now, after you saved the world.”

“I can prove it to you.”

“Stephen I think it’s time for you to leave. Your costume was funny, but your lies are not. If you can’t be honest with me, then…” Before you moved to him, the cape that Stephen had on himself moved and flew to you, stopping in front of your face. Squealing slightly you jumped back, looking at the cloth in front of you.

“Stephen, what…?”

“It’s the cape of levitation. It’s my relict and it has mind of its own.” Stephen stood up and walked to you, girl in his arms stretching her hands in direction of the cloak, which turned to her and stroked her face. You stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. “I wasn’t lying to you (y/n), never have and never will. As I said earlier, I know I messed up, I knew it the moment I screamed at you, and I know that you are very right to not to want me in your life again.” He came closer to you, handling you your child and catching your arms with his scarred hands and looking you in the eyes. “Rose needs a father, you told me that. And now? I feel that I’m really ready to be one. I want to protect, not only her, but also you as well. How can I save the world if my own whole one doesn’t want me?” He stroked your cheek with his hand, putting his forehead against it, you barely noticing cape resting back on his shoulders. “I love you. Always had and always will.”

“I… Stephen I love you too.” Doctor smiled covering your lips with his. It lasted a mere second before he pulled back.

“Will you take me back?”

“I will… we will. We both need you.”

“And I need the both of you.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?

IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

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Frost (Chapter Two)

Welcome back to the story! So glad so many people are excited for it!
More Loki feels this chapter, our poor baby is just hurting so badly ugh. Excited to hear how you all feel about him and Tony’s relationship!

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ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“Anthony!”

Tony jumped when Thor’s voice boomed across the foyer, but turned with a smile as the Demi-god strode towards him, letting Mjolnir slide from his hands to the floor as he went.

“Anthony, my love.” Thor stopped just a few steps from him, then dropped to one knee and took his hand, pressing a warm kiss to his palm. “You are beautiful, tonight. Gorgeous.”

“I feel like a girl.” Tony complained and Thor smiled before standing and drawing him close.

“No, elskan mín, not a woman. ‘Tis simply different from Midgardian clothes is all.”

“I’m wearing a dress and tights.” Tony said dryly, looking down at the dark blue tunic and wrinkling his nose.

“Just a tunic and leggings.” Thor corrected. “Completely appropriate for the meal.”

“It’s cut down to my navel.” Tony argued, and then blushed when Thor’s eyes dropped to follow the neckline that did in fact travel nearly to Tony’s navel. The silky material was loose enough to see almost all of Tony’s chest, newly flawless skin looking golden against the dark blue.

“Such a cut will guarantee my eyes never leave you tonight.” Thor assured him, his big hand resting low onto Tony’s hip, thumb stroking firmly over his hipbone. “You will have the attention of everyone in the room.”

Thor reached into one of the small pockets on his cape and pulled out a long necklace, smiling into Tony’s eyes before looping it over his neck.

“There. Now you are not showing quite so much skin, if it makes you uncomfortable.” He hesitated, touching the blue stones wrapped in delicate gold on the necklace. “Do you like it? I had it made especially for you for tonight. I would hope you will wear it often.”

“Blue for your eyes. And gold?” Tony questioned and Thor nodded, looking vulnerable and unsure of himself. It was rare look on the God of Thunder and Tony touched his cheek encouragingly. “Why gold, Thor? I don’t usually go for the mob boss jewelry look.”

“The Lightning that moves between us.” Thor murmured. “When we are together. The sparks. They move as gold against your skin. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

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Gladly Mistaken

Summary: Loving Halloween is one thing. Attending a party is another. Being called slut by your boyfriend is painful. Drinking is a normal reaction. But kissing the wrong person in costume? It can either be pathetic or having a surprising ending.

Word Count: 2772

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Forever tag list: @multilovee @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn @mieczzyslaw

Warning: Swearing, mention of dirty things huhu

A/N: So this is my entry for @obrosey-af Halloween writing contest challenge with the prompt to like kiss wrong person in costume! I love Halloween but I never get to chance to celebrate. My school was not decorated. No one was dressed up. Even no candies. Yeah. Sucks. But there’s so many good fics on tumblr! I doubt mine is as much as good as the ones I read but here, this is my Halloween gift to all of you!

Don’t be mistaken. I love to party, especially when it’s Halloween. It was my favorite holyday, I loved spending hours making my own costumes, creating them to be more than perfect. Armed with my sewing machine and a good dose of patience, I was unbeatable. So, of course, when Josh, my boyfriend for a few weeks, told me that there was a costume party at his favorite bar, I jumped of joy, grab my costume and used the last days to work on it. Between Josh and me it wasn’t the joy lately, he became distant, cold and could stop texting me for many days without saying anything to finally appear in front of my house with a big smile, flowers and a package of condom. So when he told me about the party, knowing my passion for Halloween, it touched me.

He was still thinking of me.

And besides, I had promised him a costume to go in pair with me. Many hours of hard work later, fingers stung to the blood and time I could have taken to study, I finally finished our costumes and the joy I had to put mine and give his to Josh gave me a huge smile to the face that stayed all day until the evening of the event.

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anonymous asked:

Andreil 2

2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

Neil wasn’t particularly keen on doing talk shows, even though he wasn’t in hiding anymore, and even though Riko was no longer in the picture to make unexpected appearances and ruin everything. There are just some things that one never quite grows accustomed to, and putting on a friendly facade for the media is one of the things Neil knows he will never, ever get the hang of.

The whole lineup of the Foxes had been invited to TV shows all over the country to be interviewed after their historic defeat of the Ravens, and while Wymack got them out of most of them, there were some offers that he couldn’t back out of. Which is why on one particular Wednesday, the Foxes piled onto the bus to head to an afternoon interview with one of the most popular afternoon talk-show hosts in the Exy world.

“Now listen up you rascals,” Wymack hollered from the front of the bus once they had started moving, “don’t you even think about fucking around on this interview. If we want to boost our public image and show that we’re honorable athletes and competitors, be on your best behavior. Dan, you do most of the talking if you can help it. Kevin and Matt, you two back her up. Neil, I swear to god, if you even look like you’re going to be snide I will have you off that stage in three seconds flat.”

Neil, seated in the very back with Andrew at his side, nodded. He thought he could manage to keep quiet for a 20-minute segment, especially if there were eight other people up there with him.

He was wrong.

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yorulun  asked:

Prompt 9 between Bruce and Bat Fam where perhaps Bruce was magically transformed into something else, be it angst or comedy. I need more fic with Bruce bonding with his kids.

This didn’t turn into exactly what you wanted, and I’m sorry about that. But I have some problems working with specific prompts like this sometimes. I swear my fingers have minds of their own sometimes. I hope you still enjoy!

This is set a few weeks after Bruce comes back from being lost in time.


“How many times have I told you not to run down the stairs, Dick?” Bruce says when he hears feet stomping down into the Cave. His head is pounding something fierce, and he’s lying on a medical cot. Must have gotten hurt on patrol then. Wouldn’t be the first time. He only pushes himself up when the steps falter at the bottom of the stairs, and then he tenses.

Because that’s not Dick. That’s—he doesn’t know who that is, but it’s not his son. A young man, maybe seventeen or eighteen, with dark hair and blue eyes that sport dark shadows underneath, is standing at the bottom of the steps. He’s also extremely pale, and he’s staring at Bruce like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Who—” is all Bruce manages to get out before the other cuts him off.

“I’m just gonna go get—get Alfred and the others,“ the teen says, blinking rapidly. And before Bruce can respond (like ask how the hell this guy knows Alfred, or why he’s in Bruce’s secret cave), he’s gone. Up the stairs and into the manor.

It takes a few minutes for Bruce to make himself move from the medical cot and tumble over to the stairs. He’s just about to try and go up them when the clock above him opens and he hears a sharp, “Bruce!”

Bruce’s vision wavers, and only once he steadies himself does he look up to find—Dick. But not Dick. Because Dick is eleven years old, and this man is clearly only a few years younger than Bruce himself is. If that.

“Dick?” he asks, his brow furrowing, and No-Dick supports him when he wavers again, leading him back over to sit on the cot. “Or are you—you can’t be John.”

Not-Dick sucks in a sharp breath, and no. Bruce would know those bright blue eyes anywhere. This is Dick. This is his son. But somehow, he’s in his twenties, not his little boy who’d just celebrated his eleventh birthday. It looks like Dick’s aged fifteen years in a night, and that’s when Bruce’ circling mind really starts working overtime.

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Past the Point of No Return

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary:  You are Tony Stark’s party planner. After presenting this year’s Masquerade-themed Halloween gala, you and Loki have some words. He disapproves and undermines your ‘silly midgardian masquerade’ and tells you he’s not going. The night of everything is put together, and you meet a stranger that looks quite familiar to you.

Words: 2778

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12336300

“And we’ll be inviting the usual guests plus anyone you request, of course, Mr. Stark,” you said, nodding your head to your boss, Tony Stark.

“Put the Queen of England on the list,” Tony joked. Pepper responded with an eye roll. “She’ll have a good ol’ time with us.”

“Ignore him,” Pepper replied. “This year’s Halloween Gala looks incredible, Y/N, thank you.” Pepper almost always praised your work as Tony’s personal party planner. You had worked on a couple of his parties with a company you loathed. Tony hired you on because he admired your attention to detail.

“I agree. Great work,” he smiled at you. “Very different from anything we have ever done.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied two brothers walking in. Thor held a large traveler’s mug in his hand. He sipped at whatever was inside, and walked towards Tony. His brother, Loki, followed. Loki held a copy of Frankenstein in his hand. You silently nodded to yourself, admiring that Loki was reading Earth’s classic books.

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