something something yakov pov i have nothing but a bunch of scribbles

and a joke about how much Yurio hates Minami, for some reason?

The rink seems very empty without Vitya. Knowing that one day, Vitya would no longer skate is a lot different than facing the reality of the ice without him. It’s a jar every time he comes in to the rink. Yakov always takes a deep breath in, ready to scold Vitya for being there already - but the rink is empty, every time.

Every since Vitya had been a very small child, Yakov had thought, vaguely, that one day Vitya would take over coaching for him. Yakov didn’t have children, besides his skaters, and Vitya was his first and brightest. Not right away, of course. A few seasons doing serious choreography, a few years assisting Yakov – and then he would be thirty-five or so. Married, maybe. Possibly with a baby to further Russia’s glory, for Yakov to teach. Then. Perhaps. Perhaps.


Yakov had always thought that if anybody was going to be a fairy luring someone alway into the underworld, it would be Vitya – but it was Vitya who left, following after dark eyes and a sweet mouth, enticed by a dance and a promise.

“Absurd,” he says.

“What the hell,” says Yura.

“Nothing!” says Yakov, whirling around. “Go practice your step sequence! That’s what is absurd! You think you can win over Katsuki dancing like that? You look like an elephant in a ballroom!”

Yura scowls. “Shut up, old man!”

Yura was lured away too, but he came back. Yakov must be careful of this Katsuki.


The first time Yakov really pays attention to Katsuki - besides the attention he pays to every skater that competes or will compete against his stable - is when Katsuki is being hauled off by Celestino, sodden to the gills.

Vitya stares after him and says, “I’m going to marry that boy.” Yakov has a single moment to hope that Vitya isn’t serious, before Vitya looks at him with all the terrified joy that Yakov remembers from when he first saw the most beautiful girl in the world dance the Dying Swan. “Yakov, I’m going to marry that boy.”

There’s an appalled silence before little Yura saves Yakov the trouble and screeches, “Are you fucking with me?

Vitya’s eyes are blown wide, pools of black with just a thin ring of electric blue around them. He looks alive. He hasn’t looked this alive in a very long time. “I have to get his number,” he babbles. “I have to –”

“And what will you court him with?” cuts in Yakov, before Vitya can go really maniac. “Another gold medal? Stupid boy!”

Vitya looks taken aback. “I –”

“Do you expect the boy to fall into your arms and weep with gratitude to be there?” says Yakov, ruthless. “Perhaps you think he wants to look up at you from the silver podium. A nice way to treat a competitor!” He clicks his tongue. “Go ask Lilia Baranovskaya how much she cared for my medals!” He cuffs Vitya like he’s fifteen again, and wearing that awful black thing. “You don’t catch a dancer with that.” Someone who moved like that, like Lilia Baranoskaya, would never condescend to be caught. A creature like that was like the Firebird, coming to you only of its own will, and only as long as it chose.


It’s hard not to resent Katsuki, but Yakov can’t find it in himself to hate him, either.


Yakov wonders how he could have ever looked at Katsuki and not seen a boy. Just a lonely boy, who misses his lover. Yakov takes off his coat and drops it on Katsuki’s shoulders. It’s warm enough in here for him, and from what he’s heard about Katsuki’s home town, he’s probably freezing.

“That idiot will yell my ear off if he thinks you caught a cold,” he says.

Glowing In The Dark

Parring: Sirius Black X Reader

Word: 1028

Warning: None

Summary Soulmate au, were your soulmate’s patronus is on your wrist

A/N: Y/F/N=Your friend’s name and Y/P is your patronus. I wasn’t sure about Tonks’ patronus, but i read somewhere that it was a rabbit, so now it’s a rabbit!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a warm day, more than usually, and Transfiguration class had just ended. You gathered your things, as people around you started to leave.

“hurry up, Y/N! “your best friend said, and you ran out of the class, following her down the hallway. It was crowded, and you held on tight to your friend, as she dragged you through the students, towards The Great Hall.

She started talking about the charms essay you would get back after lunch, and how she knew she had done terrible. You passed the other tables, on your way to the Ravenclaw table.

You passed the Gryffindor table, where three loud boys were laughing. The boys’ names were Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black. They were currently talking about a certain Slytherin boy, that they had passed on the hallway.

“Padfoot! “a voice yelled with excitement, and a black-haired boy with glasses, and a Gryffindor scarf came running. His name was James Potter, and he was the fourth member of the group.

“Prongs! “Sirius said in a voice to match his friends, as he reached them. James sat down beside Sirius, a smug smile painted on his face.

“you never guess what happened! “James said, and Sirius pretended to think.

“let me guess, Evans rejected you on an even more attractive way than before? “he said, referring to the red-haired Gryffindor girl, that his friends had stopped to talk to. Remus and Peter laughed at Sirius’s answer, James rolling his eyes at his friends.

“yes, but it’s not that! “the excitement in his voice not dropping a single second. “I saw someone… with a dog on their wrist… “

The boys became silence, all looking at James. James himself, looked at Sirius. His’ eyes were wide for a moment, before he found himself again.

“a-a dog? “he asked, his friends nodding. He looked quickly around in the hall, trying to figure out who it was. But he had never noticed them before, so why should he now? Just because he knew they were there? Then again, he had never really looked for them before, only considering his soulmate to go to the same school. But he had always known it was a magical person, otherwise he wouldn’t have a tattoo.

Everybody had a soulmate, even muggles, they just didn’t know it. On your wrist, there were a silver figure of your soulmate’s patronus. It appeared around the tenth-year age, also on muggles that had a magical soulmate.

“wow… “Sirius said, looking at his friends.

“well… congratulations! “Remus said, and smiled at his friend. On his wrist sat a small silver rabbit, James had a doe, but Peter didn’t have one. He had often wondered if he didn’t have a soulmate, but his friends had always assured him that it just wasn’t someone magical.

James had often tried to look at Lily Evans wrist tattoo, but a lot of people were very private their tattoo, and the red-headed was one of them. Sirius looked around again, wondering if his Soulmate also was, and that was the reason he never had seen it before.


Y/F/N talked constantly about her O on her essay, while you didn’t talk too much about your A. It was an early morning, and you were on your way to your first class, defence against the dark arts. There wasn’t a lot of people in the hallway, because your friend had insisted that you had a lot of time. Surprise, you didn’t!

“Hey! “a voice yelled, and you sighed, turning around to the boy you had walked into.

“what? “you asked annoyed, as Y/F/N pulled in your sleeve.

“you can’t just walk into people, without apologizing! “he said with a smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“well, you walked just as much into me” you said. “and now, if you will excuse me! “

You turned around, hurrying down the hallway, leaving the boy and his friends behind.


“rude” Sirius said, looking at the two Ravenclaws left.

“uh, Padfoot… “James said, and his friend turned to look at him. “that was… the one with the dog tattoo”

Sirius turned around again, looking at the Ravenclaw with the Y/H/C hair walking away.


Your friend had left you after lunch. Your next class was potions, a class she didn’t take. You found a table without anybody else, and found your stuff.

You looked up when you heard a loud noise, and the boy beside you smiled before sitting down.

“I never got to introduce myself… “he said, sticking his hand out. “I’m Sirius Black”

“yeah, the guy who walked into me! “you said, looking around for the Gryffindor girl who usually sat beside you.

The boy, Sirius, laughed before taking his hand down. “you didn’t tell me your name? “

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said.

“tell me… Y/N Y/L/N… “he said, placing his head in his hands. “have you ever performed a patronus? ”

You froze by the question, knowing exactly what he meant. Did you know what your patronus was, and did he have the animal tattooed on his wrist.

“yes… I have… “you said, not looking at him. His eyes, however, never left your face. You could feel them, burning in your skin.

“I bet it’s an Y/P” he said, and you turned your head quickly to look at him. your eyes were wide, but Sirius only smiled, before continuing. “mine’s a dog”

You stared at him, not sure if you should believe him, or if it just was a prank. He finally looked away, but only to roll up his sleeve, showing you his wrist.

And yes. On his wrist, were a beautiful, silver Y/P. You stared at it for a moment, before reaching to your arm. You managed to show your wrist to the Gryffindor boy, and his smile became wider, as he looked at you.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the door opened, and the professor walked in. he closed it again, but smiled at you, before turning to the professor.

He didn’t say another word to you through the whole class, but made eye contact and smiled at you every second.

How Gabriel should return in season 11

Sam and Dean riding in the impala on their way back to the bunker. Radio stops playing the classic rock station and starts to static.

Dean: *Hits the stereo in frustration* “Aw! Come on!”

Radio: *Static stops* “ it was the heeeeat of the moment!”

Gabriel:* Appears in the back seat* “Miss me, boys?”

*Long shocking silence between Sam and Dean*

Gabriel: ”Let me guess.. not Asia fans?” 

drarry + amortentia

Harry had just taken his seat next to Ron when Professor Snape swept through the door, his billowing black cloak bringing with it a cold wind that crept throughout the classroom. A shudder ran across the students, diminishing as it reached the Slytherins, who had grown adjusted to the piercing rush of the frigid air. Without a word, the greasy professor conjured a softly bubbling cauldron onto the surface of his desk.

“Today’s task,” he began in a slow drawl, “is to successfully brew the potion shown before you. I will not provide you with its name just yet, only the ingredients and instructions necessary to brew it.”

Just as those words left his mouth, pieces of parchment appeared in front of each student. Harry was a bit startled, as he had already begun to doze due to the sluggish pace of Snape’s speech. He adjusted his glasses and gave his hair a ruffle, leaning in to examine the page before him. After a bit of studying, he determined that it was a recipe of sorts, which was to be expected in a potions classroom. With a small sigh, he leaned back a bit on his stool and directed his attention back to the looming man before him.

“At the end of class, I will review your potions and reveal the name of the potion that you will have attempted to brew.” Harry let out another sigh at the professor’s emphasis on the word, “attempted,” which gave the impression that Snape didn’t really expect any properly brewed potions.

“Are there any questions?” the tall man finished. Immediately, Hermione, seated next to Pavarti, raised her hand, waving it about a bit in the air. Snape gave her a disdainful glance, and then proceeded to say, “Good. Now, begin brewing your potions.”

Hermione’s forehead wrinkled a bit in frustration, but she quickly shook it off, beginning to look over the parchment set before her. Just as the classroom began to spring back to life, Snape’s voice interrupted the commotion.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten.” he said with a sinister smile that made Harry grimace in disgust. “To add an element of challenge to your brewing, you will now be working with new partners.”

A collective groan echoed across the classroom. “Silence!” the slimy man demanded. “I will give you your partners now. Granger and Parkinson. Goldstein and Nott. Goyle and Brown. Weasley and Zabini. Longbottom and Crabbe. Potter and Malfoy-”

Harry immediately ceased listening after the dreaded words escaped Snape’s far-too-happy mouth. He dared a glance over at Malfoy, only to find the blond git glaring straight back at him. They engaged in a bit of a glare-off from across the room, until Harry was pulled out by a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up and was met with the chiseled face of Blaise Zabini. “Potter, if you don’t mind, I believe that I am Weasley’s new partner now.” the boy said with a slight smirk. Harry glanced over to Ron to find him positively green, and patted him on the shoulder with an unspoken “good luck” lingering in the air behind him as he regretfully made his way over to Malfoy’s table.
Harry kept his head down as he took his seat next to Malfoy, attempting to focus only on the parchment and not on the tall, pointy boy who seemed to be all angles next to him. Malfoy clearly wanted to ruin everything good in Harry’s life, taking it upon himself to break the tension-filled silence at their table.

“Potter, as much as I hate, and I mean absolutely despise, saying this, I think that we ought to work together, rather than fight over this.” At Harry’s incredulous look, he continued. “I would like a passing grade in this class, and I assume that you would as well. You’ve proven to have at least a bit of a brain hidden inside that abnormally large head of yours, so I think that if we… put aside our differences for the time begin, we will have a good chance of brewing this potion correctly.”

Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he had grown a third eye, and Malfoy, though tempted to now feel his forehead to ensure the absence of an abnormal growth, shoved down the urge and quickly continued. “Now, please do not let me lead you to believe that I doubt my own skills in potions brewing. No, quite the contrary, Potter. I do, however, doubt your ability to restrain yourself from wreaking havoc on my cauldron, so I think it would be best for us to work together, rather than against each other, for the time being.”

For a moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of hesitation in Malfoy’s eyes, but he quickly doubted himself as the grey eyes returned to normal. “Alright, Malfoy. Truce?” he said, with an extended hand.

Malfoy eyed the slightly calloused hand put before him, having a sense of déja-vu. “Truce.” he agreed, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it firmly. They both stared down at their hands between them for a moment, before quickly coming back to their senses and releasing their grasps, Malfoy clearing his throat and Harry rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well then, Potter,” Malfoy drawled, smirk returning to his pointed features. “Let’s get started.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, focusing his attention back to the parchment laid out in front of him. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, which might as well have been hieroglyphics, for he couldn’t understand the potions-language at all. Malfoy spared him an amused glance, and then decided to take pity on the other boy.

“Alright Potter, I’ll do the hard work, and you can be my second-in-command. Go ahead and fetch the ingredients on the list, will you?”

Harry didn’t bother arguing, and instead set off to the potions cupboard where various other students were gathering. Soon, he was walking back out with different jars and phials balanced in his arms and setting them on the table beside the cauldron Malfoy was currently heating with his wand.

The two boys worked in silence, with only the occasional request from Malfoy (Harry refused to refer to them as “commands,” since that made him sound like he was submitting to Malfoy). Soon enough, Harry was giving the potion a final stir, and Malfoy deemed it to be acceptable.

“Wow, Potter, I must admit that I’m surprised. We make quite the team when we aren’t talking to each other.” Harry responded with a lopsided grin, making Malfoy’s heartbeat speed up a bit, although he showed no sign of it on the outside.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Our potion smells great, too. Actually,” he continued, a small frown appearing on his face, “it kind of smells like… you.” Harry finished, looking up at Malfoy slightly, seeming almost embarrassed.

Malfoy wasn’t sure of how to react. “What do you mean, it smells like me?” Malfoy leaned down to the cauldron, lightly sniffing it. “What?” he murmured under is breath.

“What, what is it?” Harry inquired.

“Potter, this might be the oddest thing I’ve ever said to you before, so I apologize in advance. But, this potion sort of smells like you.”

Both boys looked at each other in confusion, and just as Harry drew in a breath to respond, Snape began speaking.

“Alright, that will be enough. It seems that most of you are finished, though you took quite a bit longer than I had expected.” The displeasure in Snape’s voice was clear. “We only have several minutes left in class, so I will study your potions afterwards. Now, though, I will tell you what potion you have all been brewing. It is known by the name of ‘Amortentia.’ Does anyone know what this potion’s purpose is?”

Hermione spoke up without being called upon. “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, Sir. It causes one to fall in love with whoever has dosed them with it. Its smell is unique to each person, smelling of what each person loves most, sometimes objects and sometimes the person with whom they are in love.”

Harry didn’t hear Snape’s response, he was too busy trying to slow his breathing back to a normal pace as Hermione’s last words clicked into place in his mind. The words “sometimes the person with whom they are in love” echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously turned to Malfoy, who was sitting at his side.

Malfoy had a somewhat horror-stricken expression, and a flush was rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Both he and Harry were startled out of their thoughts with a brief, “Class dismissed.” from Snape. They eyed each other warily, unmoving in the crowd of students packing up.

“Huh.” Harry said.

“Huh.” Malfoy echoed. “'Huh’ indeed. Well, Potter, it seems to me like we have a lot to discuss.”

- - - - -

and that’s it! i’ve seen several amortentia prompts in my time on tumblr and i thought i’d provide y'all with my own take on it. i am by no means a writer, and this is the first thing i’ve ever written and released. so, here it is! feedback is appreciated :) btw, i’m posting this on mobile, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.

DannyMay Day Twenty Five: Aliens/ Cryptids

…It still baffles him. He knows that the portals are unpredictable. Imagine his surprise when it took him half way across the country, thankfully in his own time. He recognizes this city, and a childish sort of giddiness overtakes him.

Danny Phantom emerges inside the Titans Tower.

Breathtaking. That’s how he would describe the interior. An amazing headquarters for an amazing team. He’s read all about them, even memorized their powers and abilities. They are his favorite superhero team. He’s on the verge of fanboying when the state of the art sliding doors open.

There standing in the threshold were the Teen Titans. They stared at each other. He was equal parts exited and terrified. On the one hand they were his heroic inspiration. On the other he was definitely trespassing and will probably be obliterated on the spot. After an eternity, Beast Boy shattered the silence.

“DUDE! You’re Danny Phantom!”

Holy crap! They knew his name! Ok. Ok. Calm down. Be cool. Gotta act professional. Just because he’s fantasized about joining them on a mission doesn’t mean anything. He’s got this.

“Ohmygosh You’re the Teen Titans! This is so cool! I’m a huge fan of you guys! Will you sign my Thermos?”

He internally cringes. Smooth Fenton, now they think you’re a total dweeb.

“Dude no prob! But only if you sign my belt!”

No way. The Beast Boy wants his autograph. He has only ever dreamed of this moment. As they’re exchanging signatures, Starfire approaches him and engulfs him in a bone crushing hug.

“Hello new friend! It is very nice to meet you. My name is Starfire.”

“I’m Danny, um you’re kinda breaking my ribs.”

Starfire drops him, spouting apologies. Cyborg helps him up while Robin asks what brings him into the tower.

“Um, sorry for barging in on you guys, I was floating through the Ghost Zone and a random portal opened up and kinda dumped me here, hee hee…”

He’s not very good at this first impressions thing. They tell him it’s fine. Actually inviting him to stay as long as he likes. They’re actually really cool people. He’s especially intrigued by Starfire. She came from SPACE! How cool is that!? He asks her ten thousand questions. She giggles at his enthusiasm. Her infectious cheer reminds him of Jazz. They would actually be the best of friends.

He spends the whole day with the Titans. Playing video games with Beast Boy. Brushing up on his combat skills with Robin. Learning new techniques on how to build equipment with Cyborg. Even dark poetry exchanges with Raven. The rest of the Titans were flabbergasted by how taken she is with him. They would never peg him for the darkness loving type. He explains that his girlfriend is a gothic ultra-recyclo-vegetarian with a major attitude, but he loves her anyway.

Starfire suggests they go for a flight. He jumps at the chance. They zoom around the city, she shows him around and they even get to hang out like normal teenagers. They went from music stores, to comic stores. They even got pizza on the way back. The more time he spent with her the more he was reminded of Jazz, but, without the nosiness and overprotectiveness.

Finally as the sun is setting, he and Starfire watch from the roof. All the while asking her all about space and her home planet. She in turn asks him about the Ghost Zone and his home town. They exchange stories and struggles. They end up finding solace in each other, both feeling like outsiders even among their friends.

He feels so welcome here. In this band of misfits he fits right in, he feels normal. Finally feeling like he belongs. Not having to worry about people shooting him on sight, or what would happen if people found him out. He hears her giggling.

“What is it?”

“You appear to be much more relaxed than when you first arrived. I am glad”

“Yeah…your right. I do feel a lot more relaxed. Guess I really did need a vacation. Thanks, for everything”

Happy birthday @amorverus

“With that magnitude and scale of destruction, it can only be caused by a prince of hell,” Jace said, his voice loud in the war room.

The other shadowhunters nodded and murmured in agreement and Magnus’ eyes flickered to Alec who stood a couple of meters away from Jace and was staring intently at the news report on Mauna Kea’s eruption and the unending rain of soot, ash and fire, that was slowly turning Hawaii into a wasteland. He stood tall with his arms crossed behind his back, the very picture of the perfect soldier. The only thing that gave away his agitation: his furrowed brow and the way he shifted, almost imperceptibly from one foot to the other.

“The question then is, which prince of hell is it,” Lindsay, the dark-haired, glasses-wearing shadowhunter that always shifted just out of the way every time he showed up at the institute said. Her eyes met his and had everyone else turning to look at Magnus. “Which one of them would you say it is?”

Magnus shook his head. “None of them.”

“What,” Jace asked and finally looked up at Magnus.

Magnus shrugged. “If a prince of hell was walking on earth, the death toll will be way more than the fifty-seven people that the reports say have died. Why expend so much energy if the kill would end up being so low? Especially if they go through this much to flaunt their power?”

“And what would you know about the princes of hell warlock,” he heard one of the shadowhunters sneer.

Alec’s head snapped up. Before Magnus could reach out to calm him, a voice spoke up.

“Clearly more than you. A prince of hell indeed. Stupid nephilim.”

Magnus spun around. That voice. He knew that voice. Hoped to everything that was good and pure that he would never have to hear it again. Clearly the heavens paid no mind to the children of Lilith because sitting right on a chair at the corner of the room was a slender man, dressed in a deep blue, almost black tailored suit. Shoes that were so polished, Magnus was sure he would have been able to see his reflection in them. He’d replaced his preferred diamond cufflinks with ones of black opal, a blue garnet tiepin kept his tie in place. His hair was combed back, and kept in place by the barbed wire crown he wore. Cat eyes eerily similar to his when he dropped his glamour stared back at him and Asmodeus’ lips curved into a mocking smile.

“Hello Magnus. It’s been a while.”

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Too Far

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: The boys unintentionally hurt the reader’s feelings after making some careless jokes.

Pairing(s): MET x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst but ultimately a happy ending (spoilers).

Originally posted by antisepticdark

“What would grandma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Mark asked the three of you, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.

You scanned your cards before sliding your best into the centre along with Ethan’s and Tyler’s. Kathryn was watching from the sidelines, desperate to get some extra work done, whilst Amy was in bed ill. That just left you and the troublesome trio to record the entire live stream; not that you were complaining, they were your best friends after all.

“Okay,” Mark announced, picking up the cards in front of him. “A big, black dick. Geese. Or…” He trailed off and you suppressed a smirk as you watched his face scrunch into a grin at your card. “Mark’s unquenchable thirst for Jacksepticeye’s delicious asshole.”

The boys roared with laughter and, in turn, you laughed at their reactions. Mark had one hand clutched to his chest as he tried to control his giggles, whilst Ethan was slamming his fists on the table. Even Tyler had one of those rare, toothy smiles on his face as he chuckled alongside them.

“That’s obviously the winner.” Mark managed to get out after his laughing fit, holding up the card for someone to take it.

“Thank you, although it was Mark-luverrr-number-one-xxx that wrote that card.” You declared, plucking the black card from his fingers and adding it to your growing pile of winnings.

“Your turn to pick one, Y/N.” Tyler told you, pushing the cards across to you.

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Mistakes (Batboys x Batsis Reader) Part 2

Part 1

“Gotham seems to be in more trouble than it usually is!” The reporter amusingly bantered to her partner.

The fellow newscaster waved his hand to signal a video. It was taken last night in the troubled city called Gotham. The Joker managed to get out and brought a few of his friends to have a “chat” with Batman. The fight on the video was brutal and you would cringe after each mighty blow the Joker and others gave to the mighty heroes of Gotham.

“Do you think Gotham’s favorite vigilantes are getting too old for their job?”

“Well I don’t think that’s the case Jim, besides Batman you can tell that his helpers like Red Robin and Robin are fairly young… they’re probably not even twenty yet.”

“It would be scary if Robin was that old… he’s so small.”

“Oh yes, but it seems like Robin is not present in this fight, where do you think he could be? Batman looks like he could use the help.”

The news reporters and yourself brought back the attention to the video.

Batman seemed to be the only one bringing his A game to the fight, his punches were precise, but he seemed a bit more sluggish. Nightwing was an utter mess, the normal people couldn’t see but you could tell his wasn’t feeling his top game that night. His landings were stumbled and he got kicked in situations which you known he could’ve easily avoided. Red Robin stuck entirely to the outside of the fight, he refused to make direct contact with criminals and you know that Tim only does that when he looses confidence in his fighting abilities.

And Robin was no where to be seen in the video.

That was strange because you knew Damian would never miss out on a fight unless there was something vital keeping him back.

Clicking the television off you begrudgingly got off the couch and pulled out your duffle bag.

With two taps on the door, the door slowly opened.

“Leaving already?” Barry said sarcastically.

“I never said anything about leaving.” You replied nonchalantly, pretending to rummage through your bad.

Barry picked up the remote and returning to his place back near the doorframe turned on the tv.

“Batman also seems to be missing another in his most recent battles.”

“Correct, the vigilante (Y/SH/N) hasn’t been on the scenes lately, does our research crew know any information about this?”

“No, but with the lack of presence of Robin there must be a reason.”

You zipped your backpack up and slung it around your shoulders. The news began to play a more recent battle from earlier this morning. Looking at your brother’s moves you could see the laziness with their punches and the sluggish responses they gave. This time it was only Batman and Nightwing. The fight seemed to last longer than it should. A painful punch landed on Dick’s jaw, you grimaced but your eyes were still glued to the screen.

Barry noticed your interest in the screen and turned it off. You whipped your head to glare at Barry, but you quickly decided that it wasn’t the best move you tried to look like it didn’t effect you. 

“I’m glad you’re finally going back to them.” Barry said with a grin.

“You don’t know where I’m going.” You stated plainly, walking to the door.

Barry followed after you and smiled. You were just like your brothers and Batman. Too loyal to fully abandon your duties, heck, when you came to stay with him each night you made sure to fight crime along side with him to make up for your absence in Gotham. It was also no wonder that you found some stuff about your supposed mistake on the last mission you went on with the team.

You didn’t kill the man, it was Joker’s venom. A couple nights of hacking and a few interrogations lead to the actual truth.

“Thanks for your help in Central City, tell Batman I said hi.”

The boys sat in silence with only the noise of typing on the computer.

Dick slowly walked into the cave and slumped on one of the seats.

“Please tell me you heard from Damian or even better Y/N.” Tim said, eyes not leaving the computer.

Dick gave a short grunt and picked up some medicine from the table.

“We could use all the help we can get Jason.” Tim grumbled to Jason’s laid back figure.

“I am helping.” Jason shot back gesturing to his phone.

“You’re on the news.”


Jason began to play some recent news videos from across the world. He lazily scrolled through the channels before stopping on Central City’s News. Tim sighed as he watched Jason look at his phone while blaring it out so everyone could hear. He honestly didn’t even know why Jason even offered to help, he has been laying on the couch for 2 weeks scrolling through his phone. Damian was gone every day and only came back at night storming to his room and Dick was the only one who was stable enough to help Batman with his battles since no one else would.

Everyone’s thoughts were about you.

Each of them thought about their mistakes and replayed the last scene before you disappeared.  They all regretted the mean things they said and barely slept. All of their off hours were spent trying to track you down.

Dick turned to your friends and his own personal friends for help, while Jason was sitting on the couch and sometimes left it to go on an unknown ride with his motorcycle. Tim relied on the computer completely. He searched though files, cameras, and pictures in hopes to find you. Damian was gone since the day you were announced missing. He searched every place in Gotham and when Gotham turned out empty he widened his searches to other cities.

As the night went on Damian returned from his search and Dick also came back again from his most recent fight. All was quiet until,

“Bingo.” Jason blurted out.

“Did an ad tell you you’ve won a free phone.” Damian replied sarcastically.

“Central City’s News on Wednesday 5:35 go there.”

Tim quickly typed in the video and Jason picked up his helmet. Hoping onto his motorcycle he sped out of the batcave. The boys didn’t understand what was so important about this video until they went through frame by frame. Flash was seen zooming into a warehouse knocking villains down. It all seemed like a typical fight until something was thrown to the villains back to stop his motions to break the valuable tech.

Stopping the video at the right time your shadow was barely seen in the corners and your weapons was hidden very carefully to avoid the camera.

The boys face erupted in smiles.

“She’s in Central City…” Dick said with relief.

“Grayson drive the Batmobile now, we have to see Y/N.”

“So that’s where Jason went.” Tim said to no one in particular.

You crept through the alley ways. Nothing bad seemed to happen but you could feel something was off.

You were almost back to Gotham, but the walk took longer than you expected. So you were just enjoying the evening stars, dazed with not much concern.

Until a pair of arms picked you up and spinned you around. Before you could react back you recognized the voice.

“You’re not going anywhere this time Y/N”



He let you down but still held on to your hand. You gave Jason a confused glance.

“What? I’m not taking any chances until my reinforcements arrive.”

You were going to question what he meant but the screeching on a car answered it all. Dick and Damian jumped out of the Batmobile and gave you a bone crushing hug.

“Don’t do that ever again.” Damian said sternly, but you could hear his tone get cracked up by the tears.

Damian let go to wipe his tears but Dick still held on to you and he hurriedly told you everything that happened and how they were all wrong.

“Dick I know about the Joker venom so it’s ok I’m sorry I left.”

“You’re sorry? Y/N we’re sorry! We are all sorry!”

You smiled as you looked to your brothers. Mistakes happen, but ultimately your family couldn’t be divided. Tricks or lies can’t separate this family forever.

“Where’s Tim?” You suddenly noticed his absence.

Another motorcycle was heard screeching through the alley.

“You guys left me!” Tim yelled at he stopped the motorcycle.

“You were too slow.” Damian said plainly.

Tim practically jumped off the bike to hug you.

Mistakes can happen but ultimately being together as a team and family can learn and conquer those past mistakes.

I love soft spoken, shy boys so much. The easy silences between comments, the little looks of acknowledgement. Wow.

Whether your personality blossoms into vibrant eccentricity once you feel more comfortable, or if you stay a beautiful array of pastel nuances. You’re lovely and your shyness, your anxiety, your uncertain whisper of a voice are all aspects of your amazing self, and I hope you know that.

  • <p> <b>Me, enthusiastically singing along to Red and Black:</b> They will come one and all! They will cOME WHEN WE CAAAAAAAAALL<p/><b>Me, as the Barricade Boys' voices fade into silence and the song ends:</b> [SNIFF] They won't, though. They won't come when you call. They'll stay hidden safely in their houses and they'll leave you all to DIE<p/><b>Me, wiping my eyes:</b> I'm fine<p/></p>
Like Flowers We Bloom | Yoongi

Scenario: In which a garden isn’t the only thing you’re building with Min Yoongi
Genre: Fluff/Angst, Bad Boy!Yoongi
Word Count: 5,078
Author’s Note: For the past few days, I really struggled trying to come up with the direction I wanted to go with this story until I had an epiphany in the shower. I kid you not when I say that I dashed out of the shower to grab a stack of post-it notes and pen and literally wrote the entire storyline out across my bathroom door in a towel. Definitely one of the weirdest things I’ve ever done under the excuse of being a writer.


Yoongi can’t help but curl his lips into a snarl around the cigarette hanging between his teeth as watches Kim Taehyung produce a spray can from the insides of his backpack. “Again?” Yoongi crows, still leaning against the wall, hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Jesus Tae, have you forgotten what happened the last time you tried to pull this off?”

Taehyung merely smiles at this, shaking the spray can as he takes a few steps back from the wall, a hint of admiration upon the blank canvas—soon to be filled with the freedom of his expression. “What ever happened to learning from your mistakes, hyung?”

“I like to think you’re smarter than that when it comes to something like this,” Yoongi lets out before scoffing at his friend. “And out in public too for fucks sake.”

It’s true—Taehyung has always been a little too reckless for Yoongi’s taste, always electing to do something and worrying about the consequences later on. The latter would know this from experience, of course. Taehyung almost got them all arrested a few weeks back because of the very item Taehyung is showcasing in his hands. Under broad daylight.

Taehyung tsks at the older boy, tossing the spray can to Jimin before retrieving another from his backpack. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Yoongi scowls in disapproval, but doesn’t say anything as he turns to face Hoseok. He knows that no matter how many times he could try to lecture the younger boy, or even try to enlist Seokjin in this matter, it would all be pointless. More often than not, Taehyung had a mind of his own and was often more stubborn than anyone would even care to admit.

Jimin and Taehyung barely get four strokes down across the wall before the sirens echo in the neighbor, growing so loud that it soon becomes obvious that word of the group’s misbehaviors had spread around to the cops. They see the cars turn the corner before any of them can react properly to it.

“Holy shit!” Hoseok manages, summarizing the feeling for everyone as Yoongi practically touchdowns his cigarette onto the ground, barely giving himself time to step on it before he dashes after the other boys. The silence of the once relatively peaceful area is filled with the rather hysterical laughter of Taehyung and Yoongi crowing ‘I told you so you little piece of shit!’.

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Not in Love

A/N: I’m warming up my writing with this piece. I thought it was pretty cute when I wrote it. I really love Sirius Black, man , I really do.

Word Count: 1,112

You were not in love with Sirius Black. Most definitely not in love with your best friend. Not once have you thought of running your fingers through his silky locks; never did you ever want to shut his smart mouth up with a kiss against his soft lips. Never came a time where you clenched your jaw as he flirted with other girls. Cuddling against his tall frame never came to mind. Never. You were not in love with Sirius Bl-

“(Y/N), are you okay?” His voice snapped you out of your trance and you quickly scrambled to meet his gaze. “You seem to be deep in thought.”

“Oh sorry, must’ve slipped away.” You brushed off with a smile. He raised an eyebrow at you in question before smirking.

“Oh-ho-ho, were you thinking about a crush?” He chided while nudging you, hoping for an answer. Of course, that was the first thing he would question. Sirius spent his free time trying to set you up with anyone he deemed suitable for his “most dear and single friend” because you always seemed so “lonely.” You, however, constantly declined his offers of going on a date with anyone else that was not the only boy you’ve ever held a crush for.

“No.” Was your flat replied accompanied by a blank look. There was no way you were going to tell Sirius you were thinking of him- of all people. Your poker face was impeccable and would’ve been enough to just have Sirius buzz off the topic if the tip of your ears hadn’t begun to heat up along with the shade of red. The boy sat across from you immediately knew he was right on topic and began firing away questions, hoping to just throw you off guard enough he’d get an answer as to who you fancied. 

“What do they look like? Boy or girl? What house are they in? Oh please tell me I know them because if you want I can always arrange a date for you. This is fantastic news! I didn’t know it was capable for you to even have a crush! Why is this the first time I’m hearing of this anyhow? Why didn’t you want to tell me before?” His last question carried a sense of betrayal as if he was hurt by the lack of knowledge of who you fancied. You pursed your lips, thinking of a quick excuse you could use that wouldn’t hurt Sirius. You couldn’t exactly say “Hello, yes, you’re my crush, you great oaf. Now let’s just carry on about our day.” No, that could not happen at all so you settled on an easier answer. 

“I suppose I just don’t like sharing who I like.” You simply mused, hoping the answer would suffice for the time being as you sorted out your measly feelings for the pouty brunette. “It’s nothing against you, Sirius. Just a personal issue.” He let out a huff before shaking his head disappointedly. 

“When you feel like sharing, come tell me alright? I won’t judge you, even if they’re a Slytherin.” Your friend jokes with a wink and chuckles. He went back to reclining back on the couch leisurely as you sat there, allowing your mind to think of the possibilities now that he was semi-aware of your feelings. 

There was no way you were going to survive a week knowing that Sirius was going to pester you as frequently as possible in order to discover who you were smitten with. And boy if he found out… 

For the next few days, Sirius made it his mission to coax the name out of you. The Marauder was dying of curiosity and it only doubled because it pertained to you. The boy was persistent, always by your side, firing questions and guesses in the hopes that you would break and tell him. He wasn’t trying to be annoying, but by day four it was beginning to be that way. 

“Sirius, please just- stop.” You managed to utter out in between his ramblings about his theories as to who you were interested in. His head perked up, long hair hurriedly pushed out of his face as he sat, alert and ready for some sort of answer. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, so still but buzzing with excitement. Long legs crisscrossed and his head propped up by his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Might as well drink up the God-like image before you ruined your friendship with him, right? 

“So,” he drawled out, waiting for your response. “who is it? Who do you like?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation. Why was he so worked up over this anyways?

You inhaled a deep breath before mumbling out your answer. “It’s well- it’s you, Sirius." 

The words hung in the air for a few seconds while you sat there, twiddling your thumbs and avoiding eye contact with your friend sitting across from you. A loud exclamation from the boy broke the unsettling silence.

"I knew it!” He practically screamed. When you realised what he had said, a bright red blush crept up your neck and cheeks. Your eyes shot up to his now dancing figure while a look of confusion made its way onto your face. 

“What do you mean, ‘I knew it?’” You asked, frantic as you analysed your past behaviour towards him. Were you so obvious? Why didn’t he ever mention it? Why was he dancing with glee? Merlin’s beard you were an idiot

When Sirius finally managed to calm down, he looked down at you and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I always sort of knew, and when you told Lily that you did in fact like me it was confirmed. I never brought it up because I thought it would be better for you to say it to me. So I could hear those words from you, instead of eavesdropping.” You looked up at him, mouth agape.

“I guess now would be a good time for me to say I like you back, eh?” Sirius blurts out. “Like, I actually really do like you, (Y/N).” He adds after seeing doubt flash across your face. “And I guess I should ask if I can kiss you, too." 

"Yes, you can kiss me, you dog.” You murmur and pull him down to meet your lips. You could feel his beaming smile against your lips and too soon did you pull away. 

So yes, you were in love with Sirius Black, but was it such a bad thing now?


“Can’t believe you were eavesdropping on my conversations with Lily.”

“It was James’ idea!”

Secondary Check

A/N: A tradition in my family is that we all must become (basic) first aid certified. My younger brother is working on getting his, and I was reading through one of his books when I came across secondary checking. I know what it is, of course, as I am certified myself; but rereading the procedure made me think about how awful it would tickle if used gently. Solangelo is literally my joy in life, so I used them in this fic. It’s based… shortly after the Heroes of Olympus series, I guess?

(Also, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything in a while… please accept my apology along with this mediocre fic.)

“Please, Nico?”


“Oh, come on-”

“I said no!”

Will huffed at his boyfriend, annoyed with his stubbornness. 

“Nico, I just want to practice secondary checking. Is that so wrong?” Will asked, crossing his arms. “No, but I don’t want to be your guinea pig!” Nico responded, crossing his arms as well. 

“You make it sound like I’m some evil scientist,” Will mumbled, rolling his eyes. 

“You could be! We just got together, I don’t know what you’re capable of yet,” Nico retorted in a sassy tone, and Will couldn’t help but smile. Nico was just so cute when he tried to act all stubborn and tough.

In consideration of recent events, Will had decided he wanted to completely perfect his first aid; he had been practicing on everyone, constantly asking other campers to be his next “victim”. Hey, is it a crime for a medic to make sure they know what they’re doing?

“Come on, just once? I want to really know what I’m doing. Son of the god of healing or not, I need to review stuff!”

With a sigh, Nico looked up at his boyfriend and rolled his dark eyes. “Fine, but just because you’re annoying me, and doing this will make you shut up. And only once!” He reminded as Will gave him a bright grin.


“Yeah, yeah.”

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On the Train || Jungkook || Oneshot

Originally posted by hohbi

Word Count: 1403

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Summary: There was a sadness in his eyes that vanished when he saw you.

There was always a boy on the train. Since you were young, he’d be there and as you grew up he was still there. He would always sit at the back of the train and he would stare out the window. When he was too small to see out the window, he’d stare at his hands, but as he grew and now that he’s older, his were trained outwards at some mysterious force. His eyes were always a little moist and his head was always a little tilted. He never smiled and when he did, it was a sad and small smile, as if he were reminiscing.

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