get out of my head dammit

I bet in the early days of the Justice League, when the original seven were still trying to work as a team, before any of the sidekicks came, before the Justice League became a giant extended family, the other members would occasionally forget that Batman was a father to a tiny, energetic little boy until they were forcibly reminded.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to move the budget meeting this Saturday. Yes, I’m afraid something more important has come up. Dick is asking to go back to the Natural History museum for the 6th time this month. He likes the wooly mammoths, they remind him of elephants.”

“Yes I understand, Luthor’s plans need to be… Wait, can you hold on a second Clark?… Dick, I swear to God if you jump off that banister you may survive the fall but you will not survive me, do you understand? Yes, I thought so… Sorry, you were saying Superman?”

 "Flash, act natural, pretend we are in a serious discussion and I am asking for your signature for very important League business and not because Dick has been begging for your autograph since he heard about you joining the team. Dammit Allen do not smile like that this is serious.“

"Get your mind out of the gutter Jordan, there’s a thunderstorm in Gotham and Dick’s stuffed animal was frightened of the lightening. Why else would he be in my bed at 4 in morning? More importantly, why are you calling at this hour causing my rightful cranky son to answer the phone?”

“You’re a magnificent warrior Wonder Woman but motherly you are not. You need to hold them properly, like this, to soothe their fears. Dick likes to be held after a nightmare, you just stroke their head, assure them that everything will be fine, perhaps rock them gently… genTLY DIANA.”

“Aquaman, do you have a moment? Dick’s been feeling a bit lonely at the manor, I’d like to get him a pet but with our busy schedules it needs to be something manageable. How the hell did you did ‘Tiger Shark’ out of 'Manageable’? I just want a damn goldfish." 

"I don’t take your meaning Cyborg I am very clearly doing work here. Yes, that monitor in the corner is always running, it’s just security footage from the house. Yes, I check in to make sure Dick is still safe in bed and he hasn’t been kidnapped or started climbing the chimney again. No, I am not being overprotective, just wait until you have children Victor then talk to me.”

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)


Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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after the final battle

“What was it like,” he asks, “when you watched me die?”

“Hmm?” Emma responds, blinking her eyes open. She was nearly asleep.

The celebrations at Granny’s ended hours ago. They’re in bed now, freshly showered, under the sheets. The window is open and an early spring breeze is coming in. Just days ago it was snowing, but in the last few hours the warmth of spring seems to have settled in Storybrook. Magic probably has something to do with it, but Emma is too exhausted to be bothered by it. In fact, she’s just quite tired in general. Fighting a final battle will do that to a girl.

“What was it like when you watched me die?” Killian asks again.

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Context: My group, a Tiefling Bard, a Human Blade-Lock, and my Warforged Samurai-themed Barbarian (With Great Weapon Master) are all running through a homebrew 5E game. We have just run into a Young Green Dragon at 4th Level. 

Me: Well, I’m the tank, so… Charge past and swing around behind it, hopefully set up a flank. Let’s do this. 

I proceed to roll an attack, Reckless for Advantage and Great Weapon Master for -5 to hit, +10 damage. 

I crit. 

DM: You get another attack, remember? Great Weapon Master.

Me: Oh shit, yeah. Alright. Using Great Weapon Master again, why not.

Second Critical.

DM: Oh my god. 

Me: And don’t forget, I did say I was using Great Weapon Master, so that’s an additional 10.

DM: You’ve got to be kidding me.

At this point, the Dragon has just taken a truly massive amount of damage in one turn, which makes it’s next move understandable. It uses crown of madness to shut me down, which since nobody was near me (Going next to the Path of the Zealot Barbarian while raging is not a good idea.) I proceed to stand there like an idiot for the next several turns while the other players take potshots at it. They’re whittling away, but missing more often than not, especially with the Dragon going airborne. 

Bard: Alonne, I’m giving you an inspiration to break that crown. Make the will save. (I’ve been rolling under 10.) 

Me: No prob, thanks man. *6* FUCK. 

The crown eventually breaks, but the dragon swoops back down and uses a breath weapon on myself and the warlock. It does about 49 damage. I make the save. The Warlock does not. She manages to inch out of death by about 6 points. 


I try to get at the dragon, currently about 15 feet up. I make the Jump check, but not the attack roll, and miss, landing on the other side. 

Bard: Dammit, that would have been cool.

Me: FUCK!!

Finally, finally, the dragon lands in front of me. It goes to town with the claws, bite, all that, but raging halves the damage and I manage to stick it out through my relatively bulky AC. The Dragon still has a small chunk of HP, and tries to fly away. 

Me: FUCK. NO. 

Attack of Opportunity, as the dragon lifts over my head. Third hit on the dragon. 

Critical #3. 

As the dragon falls to pieces, showering my character with blood, I go to the sheet and give the Warforged the last name Dragonslayer. The metal man earned it, and based on the special trait “Dragonslayer” I got from the DM after, he agrees.  

Out of My Head

Originally posted by sherryzizi

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Summary: After an incident leads to Bucky Barnes getting triggered into full Winter Soldier mode, you, his girlfriend, are desperate to get the triggers out of his head. Driven to the last resort, you call up someone from your past and pay the price he demands.

A/N: I’m not exactly sure when frightening, psychologically driven, disturbing sex became my forte, but I kinda find it hilarious now that everybody goes, “You want dark sex? Go to Lily.” Especially considering what my name means, ha. I was actually meant to do a Sebastian drabble with this kind of sex in it, but I’m blocked as all hell, so this will have the same stuff in it, but with characters in it.

A/N: Speaking of being blocked on that Sebastian drabble, I am actually pretty much blocked on smut. Yes, I know that’s weird, but frankly, I need a break from it. I’m currently working on my long fic, Cherchez la Femme, and I want that to get the most attention, because I worked really, really hard on it. I typed this up in a couple of hours; Cherchez took three months to hand write and another month to edit. (I’m crazy, I know) That said, this will be the last smut one-shot I publish for a while, unless I am seriously inspired. Any smut published from this point on will be part of Cherchez or another long fic in progress. Most of you know I’m an English major, and I need to work that side of me sometimes, too. Don’t worry, I’m not angry at anyone, and I’m not about to rant, I just need to flip a switch. So there will also be a part of Cherchez published tomorrow… (not sure when though) so, please love on it. It needs long overdue cuddles.

WARNINGS: Hardcore smut. Threesome, oral and fingering (anal and vaginal), edging, forced (continual) orgasms, bondage, choking, spanking, use of magic during sex, dirty talk (name calling, degradation), language kink, metal hand kink, swearing, crying, mention of Bucky’s past trauma and mental issues, intrusion into thoughts, MIND GAMES. Sort of dubcon? Like you know when you have a fantasy you want but you’d never, never, never admit it? Yeah, that. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST @eclecticbooktaster FUCKING ANGST EVERYWHERE

*Shlyushka—little slut


*Ne hnich—don’t cry (it’s a really rude way of saying it)

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Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!

Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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Fairly Straightforward

A/N: Thank you so much to @mycroftswife for this ask. I am working on the other asks I have and am planning a new series. Possibly and Phillip Hamilton x reader. We will see. Make sure you send some asks to keep me busy and thanks for all the support I have been getting.


Title: Fairly Straightforward

Rating: Teen

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Pairings: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 1087

I felt arms wrap around my middle and breath fan across my neck and froze up. “I know your very busy. I know your works important.” I heard Anthony sing loudly behind me. I laughed at his childishness and pushed his hands off of my middle.

“Damn right it’s important. If I don’t fix this light you won’t have your precious spotlight.” I snarked back. I went back to work on fixing the wires in the back of one of the main lights. I had been with the Hamilton production from the beginning and worked as maintenance on the set. I had gotten to know a lot of people on the cast, Anthony included, and had become pretty close to all of them.

“You work too much. The cast wanted to know if you would go out for dinner with us tonight.” He practically begged. I had a lot of reasons to go but all of those paled in comparison to the one reason I shouldn’t go. Daveed Diggs would be there. My best friend of 4 months would be there and I had been systematically avoiding him for 2 weeks successfully.

“I have to go out that night. I am sorry.” I lied without a second thought. I looked over to him and saw him glaring at me. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

“You can’t avoid him forever Y/N.” He stated with a harsh tone. I sputtered in shock and confusion. How did he find out it was Daveed I was avoiding? He rolled his eyes at me. “It’s not that hard to notice that you’re avoiding him. Every time he walks into the room you walk out. Every time you find out he is going somewhere with the group you say you have somewhere else to be.“ He started pacing back and forth on the floor in front of me. “The one thing I can’t figure out is why. Why are you avoiding him? Things were going great before. He is a mess now. He is asking everyone what he did wrong. I just don’t –“

“I like him.” I blurted out accidently cutting him off. Somewhere in the middle of all this his words had gotten to me. Was Daveed really upset?

“You what?!?” My head snapped up and I met Anthony’s wide eyes. “Why have you been avoiding him then?” His gaze softened as my bottom lip trembled so he stepped forward to pull me into a hug and coo gently in my ear.

“I- I shouldn’t like him Anthony he is my best friend. I can’t tell him how I feel but I can’t act like we are just friends.” I said shrugging away from him and wiping me cheeks before I grabbed my tools and went back to working on the light. “I just got to push him away a little bit.”

“No. Y/N you can’t do that. He is walking around like someone kicked his puppy.”

“I have to.”

Nervous. That is the only emotion that could remotely describe how I was feeling about this situation. Daveed had stopped me from leaving the commons room when he enter and had pulled me to sit with him. He looked determined to talk to me and I didn’t want to upset him.

“What did I do?” He asked serenely.

“What are you talking about?” I asked back innocently, looking at my feet and refusing to meet his eyes.

“You have been avoiding me.” He stated.

“No I haven’t”

His composure broke. “Dammit Y/N what are you 5? You have been avoiding me and I have no idea why. What did I do? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is.” He said raising his voice in frustration and anger with each word. My face heated up and I felt sick to my stomach. His face dropped and his eyes stared at me. He looked so upset and I didn’t know what to do.

“I- I don’t know what –“I started not sure exactly what I was going to say before I was interrupted.

“YOU KNOW HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU RIGHT?” Lin came in from the dressing rooms shouting with a frustrated look on his face and a flustered Anthony running after him.

“GOD DAMMIT LIN SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LET THEM WORK EVERYTHING OUT THEMSELVES.” Anthony shouted and practically grabbed Lin in a head lock to started pulling him back down the hallway. Lin was trying his best to get out of Anthony’s hold him as they scuffled back down the hallway.

Daveed and I sat there in shock and stared after them before I began laughing. I heard Daveed begin laughing next to me. Before long we were practically using each other as support in order to stay up right as we continued laughing. When we calmed down I finally regained my breath I looked at Daveed. That’s when it clicked. DID LIN JUST SAY DAVEED LIKED ME? My eyes widened looking at him and he seemed to have the same realization as his face turned red and he began looking at the floor.

“I- I won’t deny what Lin said. I u-understand if this it confusing for – well may not I mean I figured you knew because – well you kept avoiding so you must have figured it out. I – don’t – I just- .” He said and became increasingly flustered when I didn’t respond.

I grabbed his chin and brought his face up to mine so I could smash my lips to his. He froze for a second in shock before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap. We broke apart after a minute to stare at each other. “I like you too.” I smiled.

“Wow.” He said in shock before he rested his head on my shoulder and breathed a sigh. “That was more straightforward than I thought it would be.”

“I think you have Lin to thank for that.”

“Yeah your right I am going to thank him and then beat his ass.” He grumbled as he fit his head between my shoulder and neck. “He could not possibly have known you liked me.”

OH. God. There was one way that Lin would have known. I jumped off Daveed’s lap. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ANTHONY RAMOS!!” I shouted towards the dressing rooms. I heard a girlish scream from the hallway and a scuffle of a few doors to tell me that Anthony had fled.

Used to This - Part II

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, with special guest appearance by Sam

Word Count: 2,524

Warnings: Nightmares, crap motel blankets, cold feet, language, and FLUFF

A/N: I thought the first part of this was just gonna be a drabble. Then it turned into a oneshot. Now it’s turned into a mini series. Oops. Blessings bestowed up on @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for fixing my letter errors and giving me all the encouragement. And Lee is the whole reason this second part even exists, so thanks to her for demanding more.

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Cold. I noticed it in my toes first, a sharp sensation that had my feet stretching down in desperate search of my quilt. Chill bumps prickled my legs and quickly traveled up my spine and down my arms. An involuntary shudder briefly shook my shoulders. Where are my damn covers?

A sensation of blissful warmth tickled my memory, and in one quick flash it all came back to me. My eyes snapped open, my chills long forgotten as I blinked and waited for my pupils to dilate. The cold had already answered my inquiry, but my adjusted eyes confirmed it; Dean was gone.

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Ask Again

Originally posted by hiddened

Request: Uh, open requests! Maybe a DeanxReader, where Bobby, the readers father died because of Dean , and the reader just can’t forgive dean and she doesn’t trust him anymore, but it ends with Dean winning her back? Just some Fluff and angst, maybe?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, I remember when I didn’t do any angst. How times have changed…

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anonymous asked:

Could you write about Niall and his inexperienced gf please? That would be so cute how he'd care for her

can u write a blurb or something where u catch niall wanking off and ur kinda dissapointed cause ya know u werent doing anything, he couldve just asked you… and he can tell ur a bit sad about it?? thanku!!

I joined these two.  Enjoy

I liked to surprise Niall sometimes.  Even though I knew he hated surprises, he tolerated it from me.  Mostly because - in his words - “Ya look so goddamn cute about it.”  I tried to quell my need to surprise him to just once a week, because I wasn’t a total asshole.  When your hot, famous, incredibly kind boyfriend asks you politely to cool it with the surprises, you do it.  

But this week was special.  Niall was finally home from tour and I had graduated college three days ago.  No more date interruptions because I had to be home to study for a test.  No more scheduling dates around my class schedule.  No more having to leave the safe, warm, soft embrace of his capable arms because I had to finish a paper.

It was done.  

So my first surprise that week had been when he got home from tour.  I excitedly decorated his house with some of his friends and threw him an impromptu welcome home party.  He tried to act angry about it, said something about being exhausted, but I knew he wasn’t really mad.  Especially when he wound his arm around my waist and turned his lips to press to my temple,

“Look so pretty, Angel.”  He whispered, sending shivers down my spine all the way to the tips of my pink nail polish covered toenails.

I spent the night that night, slightly disappointed that he didn’t try anything the entire night.  He simply laid down, wrapped his arms around my waist and cuddled into my back.  He sputtered out a mumbly “G’night, Love.” and was softly sawing Z’s in seconds.

See, I’m a virgin.

A big one.

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Blood And Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Reader gets drunk after a bad hunt

Word Count: about 1.600

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Shoutout to the amazing @nickiwinchester97 because I would have never posted this without her support and encouragement. I love you!!!

Also, this is my first fic, so feedback of all kind is greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

“Do you need help patching something up?” Sam asked as he threw his duffel on one of the tables in the library. You shook your head no and went to your room, grabbing a random bottle of liquor from the kitchen as well as a small towel. You didn’t get hurt bad, just a gash on your thigh, you’d be able to fix that yourself.

When you came into your room, you let yourself fall onto the bed. For a few seconds your eyes were closed and it was dead silent, just a small sigh and your breathing filled the room. You were exhausted. It took you days to track those vampires down and when you finally found their nest, they were quicker than you or your brothers and killed the teenagers they’d kidnapped. It was useless.

Your hand ran over your face as you sat up and sighed once more. Okay, you had to admit that the gash on your leg was probably bigger than you had thought. It hurt a lot to get out of your blood covered jeans and you knew that it would hurt even more to disinfect it with the liquor. You took a closer look at it – Whiskey. Jack Daniels to be more precise.

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squidpond  asked:

"main character is a shop owner/blacksmith/innkeeper who gets to see all the heroes (+one special hero?) inbetween their adventures" aus?


  • okay but ya’ll remember that blacksmith witch one I did right? Bring that back
  • yes your whole party comes to me to get their weapons/armor fixed but their kinda loud tbh I wouldn’t mind just you coming
  • literally EVERY time I see you you’re bandaged from head to toe but you always grin at me and say at least you made it out alive (whether you won or not) and DAMN if that smile doesn’t make me melt
  • you need better weapons/armor because you keep getting your ass(es) kicked and I’ve given you my best but when you ask me to please try I’m gonna make sure I give the best equipment out there dammit
  • you have different equipment?? that I didn’t give you???? yea it’s impractical to keep coming back to the same place while adventuring but I feel cheated on here
  • okay it’s waaaay too impractical to keep coming back to the same place while adventuring what’s going on

I hope these work for you!!! And I’m really really curious on these ones, you don’t usually have a story from a “side” point of view! If you write these I’d be ecstatic to see what you do with them if you link it!
~Mod Karissa

I’m going to take good care of you, okay? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n goes into labor, Shawn freaks out, everything ends up okay

Requested: no

“I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, SHAWN I am going to kill you as soon as this baby is out of me!” I almost scream, breaths labored.

“It’s okay, baby just hang on, we’re almost at the hospital,” Shawn says calmly reaching over to grab my hand.

“Both hands on the wheel! Do you want to kill us?” I say, panic laced in my words. 

Shawn laughs, “Y/N calm down honey,”

“Tell me to calm down!” I groan, pain blossoming up from my stomach to my spine, the contractions getting stronger as time went on.

“Okay, Okay sorry, we’re here,” Shawn rushes to pull up out front, leaving the car in a five minute zone before pulling the car door open and helping me out the car, one arm wrapped around my back the other holding my hand. I squeeze his hand hard just as we walk through the door, another contraction hitting me.

“Hi,” Shawn says reaching the front desk where a receptionist looks up from the computer. “My wife’s having a baby and I just wondering if there was a doctor available?” Shawn asks. “She was due next week and we did book in with Doctor Marion, but if she’s busy-”

“Shawn! Baby!” I say through clenched teeth. He glances at me smiling sheepishly.

“Y/N? Mr Mendes? Is something wrong I wasn’t expecting you until next week?” I turn around to see Dr Marion herself walking over from where I assume she just exited from the cafe.

“The baby decided now was a good time to arrive,” I say, a smile appearing on Dr Marion’s face.

“The little guy decided to come now did he,” She goes behind the desk pressing certain buttons on the dial pad before picking up the phone.

“It’s a boy?” Shawn asks, his face in shock. I knew the gender of the baby but Shawn decided to wait.

“No honey, she’s just generalizing,” I say patting his chest. 

“Oh… so that means its a girl?”

“Shawn!” I say, groaning as the pain intensified.

“I’m having nurses come down from floor 2 which is the nursery and they’re going to set you up and bring you into the delivery room. Mr Mendes, do you mind filling out this paper work and I also recommend calling your family or friends now to let them know that Mrs Mendes has gone into labor,” Dr Marion instructs, helping me cling to her instead of Shawn, starting to lead me to the elevators just as the nurses appear.

“Wait so I can’t stay with her?” Shawn asks rushing forward, not wanting to leave me.

“We will call you in when she’s ready to deliver,” She says and I’m rushed into the elevator and that’s the last I saw of Shawn.

“Its all going to be okay Y/n” a nurse near my head says. I groan, a drop of sweat rolling down my forehead. 

“I think you’re nearly ready Y/n,” Dr Marion tells me before murmuring something to a nurse who than exits the room. 

“Where’s she going? Is something wrong? Is the baby okay?” I ask in a rush trying to sit up but the nurse gently pushes me back down.

“She’ll be back, everything’s fine,” Dr Marion says. I close my eyes as pain shoots through my body.

The door opens again and I hear rushed footsteps. 

“Y/N? Her eyes are closed, no- don’t tell me she’s dead,” Shawn’s voice fills the once calm delivery room.

My eyes fly open. “I’m not dead you knucklehead,” I say glaring at him.

“Y/N” Shawn nearly squeals rushing over to me, a worried look on his face. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need anything?” He moves the hair that fell on my forehead off my face. 

“I’m fine, the only thing I need is for you to calm down,” I say, the anger I was feeling not meant to be directed at him but I couldn’t help the tone of my voice coming out harsher than I intended it to.

“Sorry, yes, I will, sorry baby,” Shawn says straightening up. 

“Okay Y/N we’re ready for you to push now,” Dr Marion says just as a contraction reared its ugly head. 

“Shawn, talk to me,” I rush out gripping his arm that was lent on the bed. 

“Alright, um I’ve got this,” Shawn mumbles to himself kneeling down so that his head was closer to mine, holding my hand as I groaned.

“I called Mum and Dad, and Aaliyah,” He says stroking my head as I grumbled lowly about the pain. 

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“Yeah, they’re all in the waiting room right now, waiting, they’re all very excited to see you and baby,” He says, his eyes alight with excitement.

“What about my parents?” I ask, gasping as a sharp pain hit me.

“Nearly there Y/N, keep pushing!” A nurse tells me.

“I rang them as well. They’re seeing if they can get an earlier flight than next Tuesday but they said that they will be here as soon as possible,” I nod as he kisses my knuckles.

“Shawn!” I yelp suddenly, just remembering something important. “We forgot to buy a stroller,” my eyes wide in disbelief.

He meets my eyes, “Shoot we did,” He groans at the same time as I do, mine of course, one in pain.

“How did we forget that? Dammit,” 

“It’s okay” I pause, gasping, “We’ll just,” another gasp, “go get one when I’m out of here,”

“Keep pushing, the head is nearly out now Y/n” Dr Marion tells me, looking up at me. “You’re doing absolutely amazing,”

“Here that!” Shawn gazes at me proudly. “You’re doing fantastic,” 

“I am never doing this again. Ever,” I say, tone firm. Shawn grins.

“You so will,” He says, chuckling slightly.

I glare at him sharply before my eyes soften. “You’re right,” I sigh as one more painful contraction leaves me.

 A small cry fills the room, Shawn freezes turning to face the Doctors as I shoot upright, ignoring the pain of the quick movement.

“Is that..?” Shawn asks quietly.

“Congratulations!” Dr Marion says, and I flop back on the bed, taking that as an okay sign. “Here’s your beautiful baby boy!” She says and I look to Shawn watching as a grin breaks out on his face, his hand reaching up to ruffle his hair in disbelief. 

A nurse walks over to us holding our baby wrapped in blankets. She passes him to me and I sit up, holding him, taking my first glance at our baby boy.

“God he’s beautiful,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as Shawn leans forward wrapping an arm around my shoulders, both of us not paying attention to the nurses cleaning up around us.

“He looks like just like you,” I say looking at Shawn whose eyes are glued to the baby. Just than he opens his eyes, recognizing my voice. Big brown eyes peer up at me. “Awh look, its your eyes too,” I say, a grin crossing my features.

“Do you mind if I take him? We need to weigh him and just make sure everything is healthy? We’ll only be 5 minutes tops then we will bring him back,” A nurse asks me and I hesitantly give the baby to her, not wanting to part with my little bundle.

I look to Shawn who still looks shocked. I place a hand over his. “You okay Shawn?” I whisper.

“I just-” he clears his throat. “I can’t believe this, it doesn’t seem real. We have a family now,” Shawn says, the spell seeming to break and a grin emerges. 

“Isn’t it exciting,” I say pressing a kiss to his cheek. He laughs his nose brushing my cheek as the nurse returns with our boy again, this time passing him to Shawn.

The baby looks up at Shawn, one of its tiny arms reaching up and he grunts softly. Shawn reaches a finger up, the baby latching onto his forefinger. I watch, smiling as Shawn interacts with our boy. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” Shawn whispers before pressing a kiss tho his forehead softly. He looks at me, the grin never leaving his face.

“Our family,” I whisper and he nods. “Our family.”

honestly though i love my babysitter’s a vampire because it’s LITERALLY aparody of just about every popular/main stream supernatural (with the focus mainly being on vampires of course) but also at the same time flipping it on their heads and making it THEIRS. Like you got Twilight (human falls for vampire), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (white chapel is a beacon for the supernatural), Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, etc, etc. I love it and it should’ve HAD MORE SEASONS AND NOT JUST BEEN CUT OFF ON A FUCKING CLIFF HANGER GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Not my Crush

Requests: Can I request one with Damian and his for-the-last-time-Grayson-it-is-No-crush?

can I request a fic with jaybird or dami having a crush on a girl but too shy to admit it. So like when like his brothers/friend asked what’s his type he answers them by describing a person who has looks very opposite from the girl he has the crush on. (his brothers/friend can alrd know about his crush or have no idea it’s up to you) And the girl heard about it and become sad and distant maybe?

Dick’s laughter was probably the loudest sound that could be heard through the whole manor at the very moment.

“YOU’RE SO UNBELIEVABLE GRAYSON, I AM NEVER GOING YO TELL YOU ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!” Damian’s head was red, with eyes fuming of anger

Dick had to wipe away the tears that had gather in the corners of his eyes from the intense and hysterical laughing. He enjoyed teasing Damian about this way too much and he probably would never stop doing so, whether it irritated Damian or not.

“Oh come on, all I did was ask what is her hair color, there’s no need for you to take my head”

Damian fumed once again. “NO!” he yelled and hit the floor with his foot. “You don’t get to know her hair color you immature, unappreciative human being! I’m not like you!”

“Damian. All I did was ask about her hair geez, don’t get so worked up!”

Damian’s eyes glimmered with fuming rage. For all he knew he’d never want to be like Dick, picking his mate just because of a hair color. He had seen pass the appearance of that girl, pass of that shell she had around her. She’d always make him laugh and offer him small changes for deep conversations when teachers wouldn’t even pay attention to the class. Shed always tell him to be careful, that it didn’t matter that he was Bruce Wayne’s son, that she was planning her own path in life and he should too if he wanted to. She was the only person listening to what he was actually saying while the other girls in school would throw themselves all over him like he was the only lion among a thousand lionesses.

Wait a minute, did I just? Picking mates? No Damian, no no no.

“Master Damian?”

Alfred’s voice was probably what made Damian snap back into reality. He was not aware of how many moments he had just spent thinking about her, but he quickly shoved the thought in the back of his mind, slowly taking deep breaths ta calm down his hot nerves.

Now that he thought about it, she had taught him how to do that too…

For hell’s sake Damian…

“Yes Alfred” The ravenette said with gritted teeth.

“There’s is a girl upstairs, claiming she is here for something you asked her”

“Fuck fuck fuck”

“OH MY GOD, SHE’S ACTUALLY HERE” Dick exclaimed with a look of utter shock morning his otherwise soft features. “WAIT TILL BRUCE-”

“Alfred” Damian rudely cutting his brother off, turning his gaze fully on the loyal butler who gave an nod in response of hearing his name. “Lead the girl to my room amd make sure father doesn’t see her. I’m coming in a minute. I just need to get the costume off”

“Very well, sir”


“Grayson, stop it or I’ll kill you”

Forest green eyes were almost filled with tears of annoyance as they stared into baby blue ones. Dick had a huge smirk plastered in his face as he followed Damian to his room, holding out five different types of condoms.

“No Damian you have to understand” the older ravenette was barely holding back tears of laughter as he pointed everything to Damian. “You should always take protection because, one you’re too young, two you might get sick and three mistakes like you happen so I’d like to prevent any more Waynes coming out earlier than they should.”

“I’m not a mistake you asshole. And I won’t get sick she’s never even had sex for as far as I’m concerned.” Damian almost stubbed the floor with his feet as he hit them. He was now, right outside his bedroom door, unable to listen to Dick’s nonsense for one more freaking moment.


“Grayson I’m seventeen and I’m more mature than you are, get the fuck out of my sight”

Dick shook his head in refusal. “Uh oh. I ain’t going anywhere unless you pick one”

“UGHHHHH ENOUGH! I don’t like this girl okay? All I told you wad that she was coming over and you made sure to ruin my whole afternoon with your nonsense, she’s not even my type, dammit! The girl I like is tall, with the most splendid curves you’ve ever seen, and she’s (okay just insert the exact opposite hair color of yours here for obvious reasons). Nothing like the girl in my room, so what makes you think-”

“Geez you want to uhm… get to a lower tone maybe… she’s just behind that door and I wouldn’t really like it if I was hearing what she is right now…”

“Oh fuck off Grayson” with that Damian stormed inside his room, leaving Dick behind him with a saddened expression. He hadn’t meant for things to turn this way because he thought that Damian wouldn’t exactly say what he did, right outside his door. Nonetheless it was inedible for him to burst in the room and apologize, because he’d have his head off.


“Hey Damian” she said in a low voice, the moment he entered the room.

“Hey (Y/n)”

“I ughh… I brought your notebook back… thanks for letting me copy all semester’s homework.”

“Yeah, no problem, since is not your thing, and it’d be really bad if you were cut off because of your inability to do your homework” he remarked a little softer this time. It was only then he was realising what he had said, and what Dick had said. He could see the saddened look on her face; a signal that she was indeed hurt by his offensive speech.

There probably wasn’t any way to take it back at the very moment though, without having to confess to her. He couldn’t really confess about something he wasn’t so sure of, because it made him insecure. Nevertheless that didn’t mean he didn’t feel bad for making her feel insecure as well.

But one day he was sure, things would be just right.

And Dick would obviously have to be the one to give him advice, even if Damian despised it.

Wear Me Out Good(Shane McMahon/AJ Styles/Dean Ambrose/ Reader smut)

Foursome with AJ, Shane,and Dean. I was just kinda scrolling through everything and saw that @wwesmutdonedirtcheap had a post about a foursome involving this three wonderful men, I had to write it. So, here it is! I went with a quick approach on this so it’s a bit different than the rest of my smuts that I’ve written

Warnings: poly relationship, cuddling, morning sex,double penetration, oral sex ( both reader receiving and giving), some boy x boy action (if ya don’t like it, don’t read it), hair pulling (because all three of these men are trash for hair pulling), pet names out the yin yang, Daddy!kink, *cough* choking because I can’t resists *cough* porn with plot basically

Tag List (Lemme know if you want to be tagged in anything): @wweismyguiltypleasure @justhavingfun123469 @flawlessglamazon @neeadinghugs @theelitevillian @hoodgirl163 @hardcorewwetrash @wwe-smutfics 

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So my favorite Reaper76 headcanon is that Gabriel is a HUGE NERD (which is like, strongly implied btw - ).

But only Jack knows this. After being Gabriel’s “best friend” for 30-ish years, Jack knows WAY TOO WELL how nerdy Gabriel is. And he loves it of course, because Jack is just as big a nerd and he loves everything Gabriel is.

But literally no one believes Jack because “Commander Reyes is such a badass.” or “Commander Reyes is so cool.”

So Jack suffers as Gabriel blatantly drops obscure sci-fi movie references or fucking video game quotes into his everyday conversations and NO ONE GETS THEM except Jack.

Gabriel: You gotta redo this budget, Jesse - your numbers don’t make sense, Mason.
Jesse: okay, cool, I’ll do that, boss - who’s Mason?
Jack *in the background*: Someone needs to stop him.

Jesse: I dunno what ta go as for Halloween this year. Any suggestions, padre?
Gabriel: Do you like lobsters?
Jesse: I - wha
Jack: …
Gabriel: how do you feel about shirts with only one sleeve?
Jack: Gabe.
Gabriel: do you feel like the ocean’s grey waves?
Jesse: ya’ll seriously lost me like a calf in a herd
Gabriel: it’s alright, Delores - how do you feel about Paint It Black in instrumental form?
Jack: *head in hands* oh my god

Gabriel and Jack pass Winston:

Jack: Hey Winston -
Winston: Hello, commanders!
Gabriel: Sup, Rajang?
Winston: …I don’t know what that means, sir.
Jack *so mad because he gets it*: Dammit Gabriel
Gabriel: No worries, Caesar. How’s that Tesla Cannon coming along?

Gabriel and Jack debrief Genji:

Gabriel: really glad you’re going to help us out, Genji.
Genji: Thank you, sir. I will do what I can to help cut out the corruption in the Shimada clan.
Gabriel: I really respect that. So you can use a katana, shurikens, and the Sharingan?
Genji: uh, yes, the katana and shurikens, I am very proficient in. What’s a sharingan?
Gabriel: Don’t worry about it. Angela is working on new cyborg upgrades for you.
Jack: whyyyyyyy

The worst moment is when Gabriel says that he “death blossomed the enemy squad” in the middle of a Blackwatch report and Jack practically starts sobbing with laughter because he knows Gabriel just dropped a fucking Last Starfighter reference and everyone else thinks Jack has lost his damn mind.

But the overall worst part is when Gabriel’s references work into Jack’s brain inadvertantly and then EVERYONE thinks Jack is a huge nerd.

Ana: Well, that mission was tough. Do you think we’ll see more from Null Sector after this?
Jack: Nevermore.
Ana: …what
Gabriel: *dry wheezing cackle* mierda, joder, holy shit
Ana (on the comms): Rein, Torb, you won’t believe this
Gabriel: how the fuck can you not like Poe??
Jack: Whitman is better -