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Robin’s Nest: Part 16

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1081

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“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.

           Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.

           So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.

           Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.

           Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.

           Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”

           She sighs, “I hate business trips.”

           You smile, “You and me both.”

           “This was a long one.”

           You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.

           When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.

           You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”

           Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

           Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”

           You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”

           You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”

           You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”

           “Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”

           It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.

           You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.

           It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.

           You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.

           One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.

           You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.

           You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.

           “I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”

           Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”

           You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”

           He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

           You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”

           He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”


So we learned that Kat had Adena’s seat upgraded to first class and we all flipped shit. But like y'all I just noticed they were about to have Adena sit all the way in the back of the plane by the toilets in fckin seat 28C. I get that it was a last minute flight but like I’m irked when I get seated next to the wing or further back (it’s super loud. I can’t even hear my own thoughts). So I’m flipping shit because Adena was about to be miserable af in the plane sittin by the toilets after a beautiful ass night with Kat (like the girl can’t even dramatically stare out the window because she’s got the aisle seat!). So, then when the flight attendant tells her that she’s been upgraded to first class, I’m sure Adena’s heart bursts because her girl is so fuckin good to her and I just bursted in tears. I’m cry. I need to lay down

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Cutiepie Sam (10x05)

anonymous asked:

Who would you say is the most iconic/important director (obvs female) and why?

This is such an interesting question. What is iconic, what counts as important? To me it would be someone who’s shown longevity in their career, someone who is critically well-regarded but has also had some measure of commercial success, someone with a distinct visual style and someone who has been influential to other filmmakers.

Off the top of my head I can think of maybe 10 women who would easily deserve that title.

If someone put a theoretical gun to my head right now and made me pick one I’d probably say Jane Campion. People maybe not have watched her movies but they usually know her name or if you mention The Piano they’ve heard of it even if they haven’t seen it. People also think she was the first woman to be nominated for Best Director at the Oscars (she wasn’t, it was Lina Wertmüller a woman with a distinctive incredible style who is one of my favourite filmmakers but one whose work has faded into obscurity). The Women and Hollywood blog does mini-interviews with every female director at every major festival and one of the questions they ask everyone is what their favourite film directed by a woman is and films by Campion routinely turn up (she’s probably one of the most cited directors).  

However even though she’s young and I still think has a long career ahead of her, I feel Sofia Coppola coming up fast. Coppola is another one of those few female film directors you can mention that everyone knows. Her earliest films are almost at their 20 year anniversaries and they have endured and are remembered. She’s won a slew of awards, her style is distinct to the point where it can be parodied. People like to mock her for her tumblrcore style but her movies predate tumblr by nearly a decade. Also as someone who watches a lot of no/low budget movies just because they’re directed by women her style is imitated a LOT. I admit that I used to take her talent for granted, but after watching the umpteenth movie about a teenage white girl having existential ennui while staring out a window I started appreciating Coppola as a filmmaker. She knows what she’s doing in a way people trying to imitate her just don’t.

Bigelow is another one I feel strongly about. I think she is super under appreciated as a filmmaker, even with the Oscar. I spent a few years watching all of her films and she’s so distinct, even her action movies are carefully crafted. The only thing with Bigelow is that despite her age she peaked rather late (after Coppola despite being twenty years older) and I still feel like her best work is ahead of her so it’s hard to say what her longevity as a filmmaker and her influence will be. Point Break and Strange Days have held up well, but I also want to know what the legacy of her late career work will be.

Of course, women didn’t just start directing in the 90s. There are many women who directed before then who put out iconic movies that are well regarded, but these women aren’t known at all to mainstream audiences, even if they are beloved by cinephiles. Alice Guy Blaché was the first woman to direct narrative films, but few people outside of film students want to watch shorts that are over a century old. Leni Reifenstahl pioneered several film techniques but her legacy is tainted by her associated with Hitler and the fact that her most innovative films are literal Nazi propaganda. Agnès Varda has a career that spans over 60 years, but until recently people didn’t take her seriously as a filmmaker and most of her films were unavailable outside of France. Chantal Akerman is a legend and so many filmmakers were inspired by her and borrowed from her, but her movies made little money, were not widely seen and are not well known to mainstream audiences.

And of course it wouldn’t be right to mention how many women of colour had their careers completely decimated literally for just being who they were and wanting to tell stories about people who looked like them. If there aren’t women of colour who fit my criteria of iconic/important it’s because they were never able to build up the body of work to be so. White women in western countries don’t necessarily have it easy (even someone as privileged as Coppola has faced rampant sexism, including accusations that she doesn’t direct her own films), but they do have more opportunities than other women.

Recently their has been a small resurgence of the work of black American female filmmakers getting released or re-released. I finally got to watch the work of Kathleen Collins and Julie Dash and you know what? These women had genuine talent, they were truly gifted, and they were never given the opportunities to create more than one feature film. That’s why I try to stress to people that it’s important to go to the theatre and buy tickets for movies made by women, especially women of colour, and to appreciate them in the now. Because if  you don’t support them they won’t be able to make more films and not everyone hits it out of the park their first time. Bigelow won an Oscar for her 8th film. So many women directors don’t even get to make a second.

DannyMay Day Seven: Language/Weather

…He wanted to go out. Why would Mommy be so mean. It’s not gonna hurt him. She knows that. He knows that. He just wants to play outside. All the other boys and girls get to play so why can’t he?

He grumpily stared out the window.

It had been raining all day. Not too hard but enough to make big puddles. He wanted to go splash in them so bad. But Mommy said he couldn’t go. She said she was too busy to watch him and he was too little to go out all alone. He wasn’t too little! He was three and a half! That’s almost a big kid!

Jazz could go out by herself. It wasn’t fair. Just cuz Jazz was two years older. He pouts and crosses his little arms. Mommy and Daddy are always too busy when he wants to play. He looks over his shoulder at the couch where Jazz is sitting. She’s reading a book with big words in them. He pouts some more and plops down on the floor.

He can tell that Jazz is looking at him. Good! Cuz he’s gonna be mad forever until he can go play in the rain. He hears Jazz close the book.

“Danny, you ok?”

“I wanna play outside”

“Danny, Mommy said no”

“But I wanna go! It’s not fair!”

Jazz sighs. He turns to look at her. She puts her book down and walks down to the lab. Fine! He’ll just sit here all alone and be mad. He glares at the window. Watching as the rain made little drops on the glass. He sighs sadly, tracing shapes in the foggy window for what feels like hours.

“Danny! Danny!”

Jazz yells all happy. He remembers to be mad and puts on his best angry face. He turns around. Jazz is wearing her raincoat and boots. He feels so betrayed. She’s gonna go play in the backyard without him…oh…wait. Jazz grinning from ear to ear pulls out from behind her back Danny’s raincoat and boots. He gasps.

“Mommy said that if I go with you and we stay in the backyard then you can play in the rain.”

Danny smiles so hard his face hurts. He bounces up and runs over to Jazz and hugs her real tight. He has to get on his tippy-toes just to reach her waist.

“Jazzy, you’re the best big sis ever!”

Screaming thank you at her he lets go and dashes down to the lab. Mommy and Daddy turn to look at him and he hugs them one by one yelling thank you and I love you.

Running back up he finds Jazz giggling. He grins at her and puts on his rain gear in record time. His first time playing in the rain is finally going to happen! He grabs her hand and starts pulling.

“C'mon Jazzy! Hurry!”

“Ok, ok, slow down Danny”

He’s bouncing with anticipation. He can’t reach the doorknob so Jazz has to open the door for him. It feels like an eternity before the door is finally open he dashes out the door and down the stairs, forgetting that they’re wet and slippery. He flipped over the stairs and landed face first in the grass. Jazz screeches.


He slowly gets up on his hands and knees. Already wet and covered in mud. Jazz crouches beside him scrambling asking if it hurts, checking him all over. He slowly looks up at her and she stops all actions. His eyes are sparkling.


Jazz sighs as he starts giggling. He gets up and jumps into a big puddle. The resulting splash is out of this world. It was the single most amazing moment of his entire life. The sun came out and shone upon him. Rays of heavenly light touching his skin. He can almost hear a choir of angels singing. He faintly hears Jazz trying-and failing-not to laugh.

He spent the whole day splashing around. He even got Jazz to play with him. They were jumping in puddles, dancing around, playing tag, you name it. By the time the sun was setting they were super tired. Happy but tired. Mommy caught them coming back in. She snorts.

“Did you two have fun today?”

“Yeah! It was great! Jazzy played with me too!”

“I can see that”

Mommy looks at them. They’re all covered in mud and soaked to the bone. But he wouldn’t change a thing. His first time playing in the rain and it was awesome. He smiles up at mommy feeling like the king of the world. She picks him up and grabs Jazz’s hand.

“Ok you two, now it’s bath time”


CS/Swan Believer FF

A/N: Because I have a lot of feelings. And Emma Swan is sometimes my spirit animal.

Summary: Emma finds a secret tucked up inside a chest and Henry stumbles in on her trying to decide what to do.

Words: 1000 | Rating: G (fluff and swan believer snarkiness ahead). Contains spoilers for 6x13, so proceed accordingly. | ao3


It’s shiny.

She laughs and though she’s still sitting cross-legged in the center of their bed, she starts bouncing on the back of her heels.

It’s really, really shiny.

Emma spins it so it catches the light from the ceiling fixture and throws tiny flecks of light on the walls around her. She angles it again and watches the light scatter and bounce as she does. She can feel a giggle slid up the back of her throat and quirk at the corner of her mouth but does her best to tamp it down.

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A Bit of a Guilt Trip

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Reader x Sirius Black

Request: Hello! Can you do a imagine where the reader is a marauder and tries to set up James and lily. The reader convinces lily to go on a date with James and she does. James finds out what the reader did and hugs her and yeah sorry for the long request. Thanks love!

Either sirius or remus a first argument with reader with a happy ending please. If you have already done this just let me know please.

I combined two requests because they fit well together :)

Warnings: none

Authors Note: A little bit of Jily, lil bit of angst and some fluff ;)

Word Count: 3.2k


you yelled for the third time to the girl staring out the window at the leaves falling on the hogwarts grounds. She finally heard you and turned around to look at you, sprawled across your bed with an unamused look on your face.

“What, sorry were you calling me?”

You sat up and crossed your legs “I wasn’t calling you I WAS yelling your name though, three times to be exact. You must have been dreaming about Potter.”

Lily instantly let out an amused laugh.

“Yeah right i’ll be dreaming about Potter when i’m dead!”

“Lily dead people don’t dream…or do they??”

Lily quickly quipped back “Of course they don’t, which means I will never dream about Potter.”

You just rolled your eyes at her constant stubbornness. “Why not evans, it’s the perfect time to fall in love.”

Yeah and why’s that Y/n?

You smiled from ear to ear and lily instantly knew you were about to make a terrible pun

“Why? because it’s fall of course, get it…FALL in love.”

You fell onto your back in a fit of giggles partly at your own joke but mostly at Lily’s reaction. Lily grabbed the closest pillow and flung it at you from across the room hitting you in the face as you sat up knocking you back down.

“But on a serious note, you guys really should go on a date or something.”

Lily laughed and responded

“Okay but on a Sirius note, you should go on a date with Sirius.”

You rolled your eyes “oh no it looks like my ‘punnyness’ is rubbing off on you.”

Lily jokingly took off the sweater of yours she was wearing, as you two shared clothes often, and threw it at you

“Ew get your pun germs away from me, but Y/N you really should go on a date with Sirius, you’re so close with all of them it would be so cute.”

You huffed “It’s not like that though, and you could be close with all of them too if you dated James! He has changed a lot this year, he’s not that bad and he really does like you.”

You tilted you head looking at her and a smug smile spread across her face.

“Okay, ONE date. But only if you go on a date with Sirius as well.”

You tried to debate the scenario in your head, you did like Sirius but he would never say yes to a date, especially with you. You spoke up after a minute of thinking, a lot quieter than before.

“Could it be a double date?”

Lily crossed her arms “No double date, it has to be the real thing, you can’t use me as a vice for this one.”

You thought about James for a second, would he ever forgive you if he found out Lily was going to go on a date with him but she said no because of you! You also thought about how Sirius would react to you asking him out, you would have to guilt trip him with the whole ‘do it for james’ thing. You ran your hands down your face.

“Uh Fine, but what if he doesn’t say yes am I allowed to tell him the whole deal.”

Lily’s expression softened and she got up from her seat by the window and lied down on the bed next to you.

“Y/N why do you think he would say no? You’re beautiful, smart, kind, funny and he already adores you, all of them do, I know you guys would be cute together but I didn’t know you actually liked him?”

You took a deep breath, preparing to vomit your feelings.

“I do like him, I have for a while. I think it’s his charm and the way it sort of makes me feel special sometimes but then I see him like that with everyone else. I really like seeing parts of him no one else does though, his vulnerable side, you know I live close to James so when Sirius went to his house the night he ran away, James called me shortly after.”

Lily took this all in and gave you an encouraging look to continue so you did.

“I know you’re probably wondering what that has to do with this, but one night in the common room late at night we were all talking about our futures, Sirius was very clearly talking about how he never wanted to settle down and he never wanted to be like his parents. James had asked him if he was sure and what if he met the perfect girl and wanted to be with them forever and Sirius told him he has no interest in girls like that and the conversation ended.”

Lily rested her head on your shoulder and engulfed you in a hug.

“I was going to say Sirius doesn’t deserve you but that’s wrong because he does, he deserves you to make him unafraid of love, but maybe now is not the time for that if you don’t want it to be”

You took another deep breath to calm your fast beating heart.

“No I will ask him on a date, and if I have to guilt trip him I will, for James.”

You picked up your wand on your bedside table and started your record player across the room. As the music started to quietly play you grabbed your blanket from the bottom of your bed,

“But that’s a tomorrow problem”

Lily nodded in agreement as you both drifted off to sleep.


The next day you met up with Sirius, he was sitting in the common room alone since Remus was off doing prefect duties and James had a quidditch practice. You walked up to him

“Hey, Sirius”

He looked up at you and away from the fire in front of him

“Hello, Y/N”

You started playing with your fingers, anxiety taking over your body.

“Would you wanna come on a walk with me?”

Sirius sat up smiling “Of course Love.”

You two started walking through the halls talking about mundane things like how your days were and your classes and things until you reached a hallway where there wasn’t anyone around and you sat down on a bench and Sirius followed. You stayed silent for a minute trying to build up the courage to ask him out. He knew you too well, he knew you were nervous it was obvious.

“Y/N? Love ? whats wrong?”

You sighed and turned to look at him but quickly averted your eyes to the floor.

“N-Nothing in wrong. I uh it’s just, Willyougoonadatewithme?”

Your words muddled together since you said the last part so fast out of fear. There was along pause and you were too scared to look Sirius in the eyes or even move.Sirius subtly inched away from you so he wasn’t sitting so close.

“Y/N, you know, you know i’m really not the type to go on dates. It’s not that I don’t want to go on a date with you, it’s just I don’t do that…sort of thing.”

You could almost feel your heart break, even though you anticipated this would happen, you still had hope. You wanted to explain the situation to him and act like you weren’t hurt at all but you couldn’t help the anger bubbling in your stomach. Your next choice of words came off a little more petty than you intended.

“Yeah. I know you don’t do that sort of thing, oh wait you do! With every girl in the fucking school to be exact.”

Sirius sounded a bit angry but he tried to stay calm, he really felt bad for this whole situation.

“Woah not every girl in the school Y/N give me a break, also i only go on dates with girls for a very specific reason.”

You finally looked at Sirius, your words laced with venom.

“Yeah so you can make them feel special, fuck them and then never speak to them again Sirius, I know how you work.”

Sirius stood up “Stop making me sound like such an asshole, girls practically fall at me feet and they are all consenting so why not.”

You stood up to and got right in his face.

“But why all of them and not me huh? What’s so wrong about me.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to take you on a date to get in your pants if I really wanted to”

Your jaw dropped at his statement. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean Black?”

Sirius realized he maybe shouldn’t have said it like that so he tried to fix it but he was still angry.

“Well I barely flirt with you, I call you ‘Love’ and you melt in my hands, if i wanted to fuck you I could have you begging me in minutes if i actually flirted with you.”

Sirius was just being honest but it still hurt knowing you were so obviously in love with him. A tear rolled down your cheek and you brushed it away quickly not wanting him to see but he did. He tried to pull you into a hug but you pushed him away.

“Don’t Touch me! You don’t get to tell me you don’t want me and then hug me.”

Sirius had no idea what to do so he just gave you space.

“y/n it’s not that i don’t want you, its just I don’t want that life, i don’t want to be like my stupid parents, i don’t want to invest myself in someone and be stuck with them the rest of my life and end up becoming unhappy, I just can’t see that in my future. I know you will get sick of me eventually and i can’t fucking handle it so i’d rather be alone.”

His small admission made you feel a bit better, knowing he wants to go on a date with you but his fears are controlling him from doing so. Now is a good time to bring up James.

You sat back down, looking at your feet again.

“Would you do it for james?” you quietly asked

Sirius sat down and stayed close beside you this time.

“Would i go on a date with James? No, why wo-”

“No i meant, would you go on a date with me for James’ sake. Lily agreed to go on a date with James if I went on a date with you.”

Sirius was silent for a moment so you started trying to convince him.

“Sirius you know they are perfect for eachother, well you don’t know Lily like I do but I know they will be perfect and so happy together. Do this for James, it won’t be much different than us normally hanging out we can just go drink butterbeer and call it a date. Just don’t expect me to actually sleep with you, i’m not as easy as you think.”

You said the last line with a lot of emphasis, his earlier comment did hurt your feelings.

Sirius laughed at your defensive statement

“Okay, just this once though. Don’t become obsessed with me or anything i know i’m hard to resist and everth-”

You pushed him off the bench both of laughing and eventually walking back to the common room, you gave Lily a knowing glance and a wink. She would have to talk to James tomorrow.


The next morning you followed Lily as she went to go talk to James.

When you went to talk to Sirius you went somewhere private but that really wasn’t Lily’s style, she walked right up to him in the great hall, tapped on his shoulder to get his attention and as he turned around she simply stated.


James was in a bit of shock at her just walking up to him, he took a second to respond.

“Yes to what Evans? You agree i’m the most handsome boy in hogwarts.”

Her face dawned her famous sly smile as she replied

“Handsome enough for me to agree to go on a date with you.”

If he looked shocked before now he looked as though his jaw was ready to drop to the floor.

“Don’t stand there with your mouth open, where are you taking me?”

James cleared his throat but couldn’t get any words out.

“Boy potter you usually never shut up now you can’t get a single word out, well in third year you asked me on a date to hogsmeade, I said no then but now i am saying yes.”

She walked away leaving potter with red cheeks and a huge smile across his face, he sat down at the table and you sat down between him and Peter, Remus and Sirius sat across from you. Sirius broke the silence as usual.

“So prongs, when are you going to Hogsmeade?”

James looked up from his plate.

“Uh i don’t know… maybe on saturday if she still wants to go by then.”

Sirius took a sip of his coffee and casually said

“Good then me and y/n will go on sunday, I don’t wanna crash your date.”

All three boys stopped what they were doing and looked from Sirius to you with questioning looks on their faces. Remus was the first to question him

“Wait you and y/n are going to Hogsmeade? On like… a date?”

Sirius took another sip from his coffee and nodded.

James put his face in his hands.

“What the hell is going on today?”


When sunday finally came around both you and Sirius slept in late as per usual, you met up with him and the rest of your friends for lunch in the great hall and there was nothing awkward about today. You were basically forcing Sirius to go on a date with you but it was worth it.

Mostly it was worth it because of how happy James and Lily were after their date last night, but also because for one night you could play pretend that Sirius was yours.

After lunch everyone disbanded to their own tasks and Sirius came up beside you as you were leaving the great hall.

“Where do you think your going?”

You turned to him and gave him a sweet smile

“Well i was going to go read in the common room, why did you want to go now?”

Sirius chuckled lightly and eyed your outfit

“Y/n well i do think you would look marvelous in anything…or nothing-”

You nudged his shoulder with yours for that comment

“-You should probably change out of your pajamas first”

You looked down realizing you were still wearing pajamas and bunny slippers to match, you nodded agreeing with him.

“Okay i’ll go get changed and stuff i’ll meet you in the common room in 30”

Sirius just nodded as you both walked to your separate dorms. You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, paired with your Doc Martens, you didn’t want to dress fancy because it was a date but at the same time it really wasn’t. You did some casual makeup and left your hair natural and walked back into the common room to read while you waited for Sirius, he always took longer than you.

He eventually came from his room and you noticed his eyes lingered a little longer on your face and body but ignored it mostly.

You started walking to Hogsmeade, it wasn’t cold today just the slight cool breeze of fall. You and Sirius walked and chatted for most of it, about halfway through Sirius grabbed your hand in his.

“Sirius why are you holding my hand?”

“Well we are on a date aren’t we? It’s what people do…on dates.”

“Yeah? How many girls hands have you held on dates before?”

Sirius adjusted his fingers interlocked with yours but didn’t let go.

“Well none, but those weren’t real dates.”

You smiled and looked at him

“Oh and this is? We are only doing this for James.”

“No, i agreed to this for James, but him and Lily went on their date last night and are together again tonight. If i didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t y/n”

You blushed at the realization, he didn’t have to be here at all, he didn’t have to hold your hand, he wanted to.

When you finally got to The Three Broomsticks Sirius ordered you both Butterbeer and you sat at a table around the back where no one else was. Sirius sat beside you instead of across the table and you talked for what felt like forever. No matter how long you sat and talked with him you never got bored and he never ran out of stupid jokes.

“It’s so weird how not weird this is”

Sirius gave you a confused look “What do you mean?”

You shrugged “I don’t know I mean, I just thought this whole date thing would end up being awkward and terrible but i’m really enjoying this”

Sirius smiled “I’ll be honest I thought the same thing, I was worried this would be awful but i’m actually enjoying myself.” you smiled and took another sip of your butterbeer

“I don’t know why it took me so long to say yes, or why i didn’t ask you out sooner”

You almost spit out your drink at his words which made Sirius chuckle

“You okay there y/n?”

“Yeah I just wasn’t expecting you to say …that”

“what i’ve liked you for a while I just never could see it working out but now I, I don’t know this date sort of gives me hope that it could”

You heard everything he was saying but at the same time didn’t know where he was going with it.

“What are you saying?”

He chuckled at your expression, you looked anxious yet excited

“What I mean y/n, is that I am enjoying this date. And I would enjoy going on another one with you.”

You wanted to scream but that would probably freak him out, you turned in your seat to face him and smiled.

“I would like that too”

You placed your hands on his cheeks and gave him a quick short kiss, but his lips were so soft you didn’t want to stop. Sirius pulled you to sit on his lap as he kissed you again. This kiss was deeper, more desperate than your quick peck. You kissed him back, oh how long you have waited to be able to kiss his stupid face. Just as Sirius ran his tongue along your bottom lip you heard a voice and footsteps approaching you.

“Hey Guys oh What the fuck.”

You moved back to your own seat with red cheeks, Sirius looked the least bit phased.

James was standing there looking shocked

“I uh I was with Lily earlier and she told me about you guys going on a date just so she would go on a date with me and uh when I came here with Remus, you know to go to Honeydukes for his chocolate, I thought I would come say thank you but I guess you guys are… um busy so i’ll just see you later.”

You hid your face on Sirius’ shoulder slightly embarrassed at the whole situation so Sirius spoke up for the both of you

“No problem mate, see ya later” he waved to James and then looked back to you and smirked.

“Now where were we.”

The Girl Who Waited

Summary:Somewhere along the line while she was on his team, learning to become a shinobi alongside him, Sasuke stopped being just a good-looking, smart boy to her. Sakura got to know him – the darkness he wore like armour, and the light he only revealed in his rarest, most unguarded moments. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 1 – Prompt: “Valentine’s Day”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. A gaggle of pre-teen girls will taunt you a second time should you be found plagiarizing.

Warning: Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Chapter 699.

Canon-Compliance: As close to canon as fanfiction can possibly be. With a few personal additions :P Takes place during Part I, Part II and the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch of Gold and Unplanned.

AN: OC alert! There is an OC in this story! Ohmygosh!

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn


Nine-year-old Sakura Haruno hides behind the shoji door of the classroom, clutching an immaculately wrapped package to her chest. Her heart beats a frantic rhythm against her ribs so loud that she thinks even he can hear it inside the room.

After all, Sasuke Uchiha is a prodigy who can already do so much more than the other students at the Academy. Super-hearing would not be that unbelievable.

Her stomach flip-flops a little, and she would tighten her fingers around the large box if she didn’t fear tearing the paper; the lady at the sweets stall did such a nice job wrapping it. Sakura didn’t even consider doing it herself because she’s all thumbs these days, and this gift has to be perfect. After all, she saved her pocket money from a year’s worth of chores so she could afford the finest box of chocolates they had.

It’s still not as nice as the one she saw last year in the fancy gourmet chocolate shop. Her mother wouldn’t let her buy it; Mama said it was a waste, and they don’t have a lot of money to begin with. That’s why Sakura had to save up this year.  She wanted it to be extra special because she knows Sasuke’s all alone now.

About nine months ago, he lost his entire family.

She doesn’t know what actually happened to the Uchiha clan, just what Iruka-sensei has mentioned and the whispers she hears from her parents when they think she’s not listening. And, of course, the rumours the other kids spread – some benign, others ridiculous, still others far too terrible to contemplate.

Sakura doesn’t care how it happened. All she knows is that Sasuke is on his own – he has no mother or father anymore, or even his big brother – and he must be lonely. And so, she has decided that even though she isn’t brave enough to tell him she likes him, if she gives him a nice enough gift for Valentine’s Day, he’ll understand that he’s not alone and that people are thinking about him all the time.

And by people, she means herself.  

If only she could muster the nerve to walk over there and hand him the package.

Just do it! There’s no one around, so no one will see if I mess up – shannaro!

“What’ve you got there, Sa-ku-ra,” someone drawls behind her, making her wince with every syllable of her name.

Oh, no! Too slow!

She turns around and finds herself facing Ino and at least three other girls from their class, all of whom are holding their own closely guarded packages.

“You’re not actually thinking of giving that to Sasuke, are you?” her former-friend derides, the curl of her lip suggesting Sakura has something decayed in her hands.

She squares her shoulder and juts her chin out defiantly. “So what if I am? I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

“It is our business if you’re going to dishonour him with something as flashy as that,” another girl interjects.

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small bump // jonah marais

request: none but i was inspired by the song “small bump” by ed sheeran

zooweemama sorry bout this (also this song is a lot of repetition, so i cut out some lyrics and skipped around so this story could go the way i planned)

disclaimer: i myself have no experiences with miscarriage. i’ve done as much research as i can on the topic, so i hope that there are no inaccuracies in the writing of this imagine. but if there are, please know that i mean no disrespect, and i’m truly sorry if there are any inaccuracies in any part of this imagine.

triggers: miscarriage (death, hospitals, mentions of blood) and i’m sorry

i recommend listening to the song while reading, listen to it here.

you’re just a small bump unborn, in four months you’re brought to life,

the day jonah had found out y/n was pregnant was the best day of his life. he was going to have a child, a little angel he was going to love and care for his entire life. he had picked up y/n and spun her around, the pure joy he felt rushing through his body like a drug. he was going to be a father.

it had been five months since that day. but the joy the couple felt had only grown with each passing day.

“please lay down mrs. frantzich, and the doctor will be here in just a few moments,” a nurse gestured to the medical table, giving the couple a warm smile before leaving the room.

y/n climbed on top of the cot, being careful to not even disturb the small bump that was forming on her stomach. she laid down, settling herself on the cot as jonah took a seat next to her.

she took jonah’s hand, placing it in hers as he smiled. today was the day. the day they were going to find out the gender of their child.

“mr and mrs frantzich?” a middle aged woman in a doctor’s coat opened the door, sending them a smile.

“that would be us,” jonah replied, squeezing y/n’s hand affectionately.

“well my name is dr. greene, and i will be your ob-gyn today,” the woman reached out and shook both y/n and jonah’s hands before settling herself in a desk chair next to the sonogram machine.

dr. greene asked the normal questions about y/n’s health, her diet, all the medical questions before she slathered the cool gel onto y/n’s stomach and pressed the wand to her abdomen.

“let’s see,” the doctor mumbled, moving the wand around until they saw the fetus-shaped blob in the screen monitor. “that’s your child right there,”

y/n’s eyes began tearing up, her heart swelling at the sight of her child, of jonah’s child. she grasped at jonah’s hand as she looked at him, seeing the same look of adoration plastered on his face as his gaze was fixated on the screen.

“would you like to find out the gender today?” dr. greene asked the couple, who looked to each other before nodding.

“we would want nothing more,” jonah replied, his stomach turning in nervousness. dr. greene studied the screen for a moment before turning back to the couple with a grin on her face.

“congratulations, you are expecting a baby girl.”

you might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your mother’s eyes,

“i hope she gets your eyes,” y/n commented to jonah as they walked out of the doctor’s office after their appointment.

“nah, i think she’ll have your eyes, but my hair,” he replied, pressing a kiss into y/n’s hair.

they reached the car, jonah opening the door for y/n before rushing back over to his side of the car.

“i can’t believe we’re having a girl,” y/n breathed out, staring out the window as the scenery blurred.

“a baby girl, a little girl we can spoil and care for and love until the end of time,” jonah’s free hand slipped into y/n’s and he smiled brightly. they were having a child. this was real life, and they couldn’t be happier.

i’ll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as i can,

“i can’t wait to hold her, to look down at her beautiful face,” jonah told y/n as they laid in bed, one of his arms wrapped around her waist as his hand rubbed her baby bump.

“you’re going to be an amazing father jo,” y/n hummed, looking up at her her husband.

“i hope i will, but one thing i know for sure is that our little angel is going to live the best life she can” he affirmed her, bringing a smile to y/n’s face.

but for now you’re a scan of my unmade plans, a small bump in four months, you’re brought to life.

jonah’s eyes caught the photo of the sonogram on the nightstand, his heart melting at the sight.

that black and white picture was his future. the little blob in the center was his angel, a mixture of the love of his life and himself. she was a beautiful unknown, a person growing day by day.

“only four more months baby,” jonah mumbled, feeling the warmth of y/n’s stomach against his palm. four more months.

i’ll whisper quietly, i’ll give you nothing but truth,

“i know you haven’t been born yet, but i wanted you to know that you, my angel, will have the best life i can provide for you,” jonah was face-to-face with y/n’s baby bump, whispering to his unborn child. y/n was taking a nap, and jonah found it was the perfect time to just talk. talking to his unborn baby was a little weird, but comforting all the same to jonah.

“and you’re going to struggle in life, because that’s just how life is. we all have our ups and downs, but in the end, you’ll find where you’re meant to be. everything happens for a reason my angel,”

if you’re not inside me, i’ll put my future inside of you,

“life is gonna be hard sometimes. but as long as i’m around, i’ll be there to protect you. nothing will ever hurt you, because no matter what, i’ll be there for you,”

“and i promise, with my whole heart, that i will do anything for you to be happy. i would give up the world as long as you are safe, healthy, but most importantly happy. because sometimes it feels like all happiness has disappeared, like it blew away like the wind in a storm. but storms pass, my angel, and the skies become blue once more. and your sweet mother,” jonah’s eyes trailed back up to y/n’s sleeping face, a smile spreading across his features. “is my blue skies. but you, you’re my sunshine.”

you are my one and only, and you can wrap your fingers ‘round my, thumb and hold me tight,

“and i can’t wait to hold you in my arms, to have your tiny fingers wrapped around mine. and i’ll hold you as tight as i can, because although you haven’t been born, you have already become my entire world,” jonah’s voice trailed off as y/n fidgeted around, her eyes fluttering open, revealing the beautiful color underneath.

“what are you doing babe?” y/n mumbled sleepily, seeing her husband at eye-level with her baby bump. jonah scooted himself back up, now at level with y/n.

“just talking to our little angel,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to y/n’s forehead as she yawned again. jonah’s arm wrapped itself around y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close as she cuddled herself into his chest.

‘four more months,’ he thought. four more months.

you were just a small bump unborn,

it was all a blur from the moment it happened.

a rush of blood, a searing pain. screaming, crying, sirens. it didn’t seem real, none of it seemed real. he didn’t want it to seem real.

the white, sterile walls stared jonah straight in the eye as he sat anxiously in the waiting room. his mind was running a million miles an hour as his head hung low, his hands on his face.

“mr. frantzich,” jonah’s head shot up at the sound of his name, seeing a middle-aged man in a doctor’s coat approach him. “please, follow me,” jonah jumped out of the chair, rushing to follow the doctor. his heart raced as he followed the doctor.

they stopped outside of a door to a room, the doctor turning to jonah.

“you may see your wife now,” jonah didn’t have to be told twice, he quickly thanked the doctor and rushed inside of the room. the air felt stale, the only noises being y/n’s soft breaths and the beeping of machinery.

“hey babe,” y/n smiled weakly, gesturing for jonah to sit down next to her. she was dressed in a hospital gown, her hair spread across the pillow.

“how are you feeling baby,” jonah asked, settling himself in a hospital chair right next to y/n, himself taking her hand and lightly kissing the back of it.

“physically, i feel fine, i’m just in a bit of pain. emotionally, i’m so fucking terrified,” she whispered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “the baby,” she didn’t have to say much more to break down in tears.

“sh, the baby is going to be fine,” jonah consoled his close to hysteric wife, but even he didn’t know if the baby was going to be okay. he could only hope that his words were true.

“we don’t know that jonah! there was so much blood,” she whimpered, the image of the bloodstained sheets ingrained in her brain. “i’ve had spotting before, but it was never that bad,”

“think positive y/n, that’s all that going to get us through this.” his kissed her cheek. a knock sounded, the doctor that led jonah to the room earlier walking in.

jonah’s stomach immediately dropped at the sight of the expression on the doctor’s face, he knew something was wrong. y/n’s grip on his hand tightened, her nerves showing in her face.

the doctor took in a deep breath before speaking. “i’m so sorry, but i’m afraid that you have suffered from a miscarriage.”

just four months torn from life,

jonah’s heart stopped. it didn’t seem, real.

how could this be? his little angel, torn from him before they could even meet.

“i’m very sorry for your loss, i’ll leave you two to yourselves now,” the doctor bowed his head, leaving the room. the moment the doctor had left, y/n had broken down.

“h-how could this happen? i-i,” she sobbed, clinging desperately to jonah as tight as she could.

“i-i, i don’t know,” jonah whispered, his mind still blank. his angel, the angel he could never meet.

no more words were said, the only sounds being y/n’s heavy sobs. jonah’s own tears began streaming down his face as he held his wife tightly to his body. his throat felt dry, it felt as if he lungs couldn’t work any more.

and the couple sat there for what felt like hours, clutching at each other’s bodies, looking for some sort of comfort for the burning pain settling itself in their hearts.

maybe you were needed up there,

why, why, why.

what did he do to deserve this? what did y/n do to deserve this?

the endless pain, the pure numbness in their minds and hearts. why did their little angel have to leave before she even arrived?

reality hadn’t seem to set itself in, but he knew it was real. the unadulterated agony was real. the tears streaming down both his and y/n’s faces were was all real. but he didn’t want to accept it as real.

but he knew, deep inside his heart, that everything happens for a reason.

and his little angel had finally returned home.

but we’re still unaware as why.

The Summer of Holland Boys - Part Three

Summary: Harry Holland is your boyfriend but also aspires to be a famous director. Traveling with his older famous brother Tom helps him gain experience to advance in his dreams. But Harry being away all the time puts a real damper in the two of your relationship. Luckily for you your best friend Sam, and Harry’s twin, was always there for you.

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader, Sam Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,372

Warnings: swearing


Part One, Part Two

But he wasn’t back before you knew it, or in a jiffy, or within a blink of an eye like Sam kept saying. It had been three months and you hadn’t seen your boyfriends face.

At first he promised to return after one month for a visit. Then it was pushed to after two months and now the idea was no longer brought up, he had abandoned coming home to you.

And there were pictures of him, Tom and Harrison out. Of course they went out but it was often. Too often. Everyday your first dream became more and more likely and everyday more nightmares were added to the ever growing list.

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anonymous asked:

If you're taking prompts? Trini has the hiccups and can't concentrate Kim: You okay? Trini: Yeah just these stupid hiccups Kim: I have an idea~ *smooch* Trini: *shocked and blushing* Kim: Well um... you're hiccups are gone right!? Haha (jumps out window) I love you! Trini: *SHOOKETH*

They’ve been working on their project for hours when the hiccups start, a small squeaking sound coming from Trini as she glues down a note card. “That was adorable,” Kim chuckles, glancing at her friend with a smirk. 

“Fuck off,” Trini huffs, getting up to grab a glass of water, chugging it down in hops of ridding herself of the annoying affliction. 

“What? It’s not my fault you make cute noises,” Kim teases, sitting back against the couch, brows raised at the yellow ranger. 

Trini rolls her eyes, frowning as she hiccups again, trying her best to just ignore it as they continue to work. they go on for another ten minutes before Kim speaks up, a smirk on her lips. “You okay over there?” 

“Yeah, just these fucking hic-” She’s interrupted by the very thing, the action making her wince. “Fuck,” 

“I have an idea,” Kim murmurs, frowning slightly at the pained expression on Trini’s face. Before the other girl can even respond, Kim is leaning across their project to kiss Trini hard, pulling away quickly. 

The yellow ranger sits there, wide eyed and blushing as Kim grins sheepishly. “I mean…you’re hiccups are gone, right?” She chuckles a bit, getting up to walk toward the open window. “But uh-well…” 

Trini opens her mouth to speak but is shocked into silence as Kim sticks a leg out of the window. “So, I love you, okay? Bye!” The taller girl shouts before shoving herself out the window, leaving Trini to stare after her. 

“What the fuck just happened?” 

send me prompts?

Every Question Has a Solution

Being Question sidekick but been forced to move in with the Teen Titans for a bit.

Relationship: Teammates, Budding Relationship.

Fandom: DC Comics. TT V JL

Character: Damian

“You’re joking.” You looked at your faceless mentor after he told you that you would be going to live with the Teen Titans because he had an important mission and didn’t know how long it would last.

“I’m not joking. You will be staying with the Titans.”

“This is unfair Q! I take care of myself. I did it before I met you and I will do it after!” You heard the older man sigh as he looked down at you. You could never read his facial expression since he never took off the mask around you.

“Y/N, please. I know I don’t say it a lot but I want you safe. You are very close to my heart.” Your face softens after he spoke.

“Fine. I will do.” You couldn’t see but under the mask, he smiled. Pulling you into a hug his hand ran over your hair.

“Batman will pick you up.”

“Great.” You said with clear sarcasm.

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wishful thinking

“So now I need someone to write a Wayhaught Uber AU. Say, Nicole picks up Waves who just broke up with her meathead boyfriend and spends the night cheering her up.”

@jaybear1701 asks, and I have to deliver. Here you go, buddy!

Nicole had never been the type to be made uncomfortable by a lapse in conversation. But there seemed to be something about the girl currently sitting in her backseat that had her itching to open up and start babbling.

It’s just the hour, she told herself, glancing compulsively at the time displayed on her radio. Already well past eleven with at least another hour before she could collapse face-first into her bed.

She should’ve called it a night after the last ride. She had an alarm set for 5:30, after all. But there was still that pesky stack of bills currently sitting on her kitchen table, only a few of which she even had the cash to pay for.

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Any Time

Rogue (Anna Marie) x Ellie Camacho

Backstory: Eleanor Camacho is the daughter of Wade Wilson and Carmelita Camacho. Wade does his best to keep Ellie safe, and has only told a few Avengers and X-Men about her including Rogue and Clint Barton. There is much more backstory as to their relationship and his activeness in her life but it’s a long story and you get the gist.

Warnings: Fluff, all the fluff

A/N: Again, add this to the list of things no one asked for but I did anyway. This is probably not going to get many notes but I hope those of you who do read it like it.

“Ellie?!” Rogue yelled as she burst into the little girl’s room.

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A Whole New World [Jay Imagine] [Request]

A Whole New World

Jay Imagine; Disney Descendants

Requested by @girlygirlbishop 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You stormed through the streets of the Isle of the Lost. People moved out of your path. You smirked to yourself until you rounded a corner. You walked directly into someone. You looked to see Harry Hook glaring at you. You glared back.

“Watch where you’re going, Hook!” you sneered.

Harry didn’t say anything; he only glared at you. He moved past you, following after a small group of Uma’s crew. You continued walking through the street. You noticed a familiar person standing there.

“Hey, Carlos,” you greeted, but you stopped walking immediately after realizing who you just spoke to.

Slowly, you turned around. Much to your surprise, Carlos de Vil was standing before you. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. You saw Carlos… then Evie… then Jay…

“Jay?” you asked, looking directly at your ex-boyfriend, who had left the Isle.

“[Y/N], hey,” said Jay.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

Jay approached you. He didn’t answer your question; he only stared at you. Evie and Carlos both watched the two of you in complete silence. Jay suddenly wrapped you in a hug. You returned his hug after a moment.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.

“I missed you too, Jay,” you replied.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” said Mal, suddenly appearing as well, “but Jay and Carlos need to go to Auradon–”

“Mal, give them a minute,” said Evie.

Mal, Evie, and Carlos left you and Jay alone. Jay pulled away from the hug, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Your attitude changed: “Look, Jay, just because you suddenly remember me–”

He interrupted you, “What are you talking about?”

“Forget I said anything,” you said. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Jay stopped you from walking away, and said, “No, tell me.”

“Let’s just say,” you paused, “you may have forgotten about me, but I didn’t forget about you.”

“Please, don’t leave,” he said, stopping you once more. “I didn’t forget about you. I never stopped thinking about you–”

Mal appeared, and interrupted, “Okay, look, I get that there is something going on between you right now, but we need to go get Ben.”

“Ben?” you asked. “King Ben? What is he doing on the Isle?”

“Right now, he’s with Uma, which is why we need to find out a way to get him back–”

“I’ll help,” you said, making the two look at you with surprise.

Jay spoke, “[Y/N]–”

You interrupted him, “I’ll help, Jay. This is obviously important to Mal. You all may have left, but you’re still my friends.”

Jay stared after you as you followed Mal. He sighed to himself. Why did he have to like the most stubborn girl on the Isle?

- - -

You stared out the window in Carlos’ and Jay’s dorm room. Auradon was beautiful, even if it was late at night. Mal sent you with Jay and Carlos to make a copy of Fairy Godmother’s magic wand.

Jay approached you, and smiled, “I brought you some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” you replied.

He sighed, “I’m sorry.”

You immediately looked at him, not expecting that: “What?”

“I’m sorry I left you,” he sighed, “but I thought I was going to come back. If I had known I was going to stay here, I would’ve brought you with me.”

While he had been talking, Carlos had woken up: “Jay, [Y/N]…”

“Not now,” you said. “Jay, I’ve missed you more than you could ever imagine. I know you would have brought me to Auradon.”

“Jay! [Y/N]!” exclaimed Carlos.

“What?!” you both shouted, turning to him.

He was holding an exact copy of Fairy Godmother’s magic wand in his hand.

- - -

Your sword clashed with another as you and the others fought Uma’s crew. She had found out the wand wasn’t real and became angry. After defeating your opponent, you ran to Ben. You pushed him out of Harry Hook’s way, just as the villain brought his sword down.

“Go!” you shouted, watching him run away.

Harry glared at you. Suddenly, someone tackled him to the ground. Jay stood up, grabbing your hand in his own.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, pulling you through a tunnel.

The two of you ran to the limo from Auradon, both of you jumping into the front seats. Once everyone else was in the back, Jay sped through the barrier.

“You saved my life,” said Ben, making you look at him. “What’s your name?”

“[Y/N],” you answered.

“Do you want to live in Auradon, [Y/N]?” he asked.

You looked at Jay, who glanced at you for a moment. A grin spread across his face. Since you still hadn’t answered, Evie spoke with a wide smile:

“She would love to!”

You laughed, nodding in agreement, “I really would! I’d love to live in Auradon!”

Everyone smiled at you. You felt a hand grasp yours. You looked down to see Jay intertwining his fingers with your own. You smiled at him, watching his grin widen as you grasped his hand as well. You turned forward to look at your new home.

You were going to Auradon.

Take a book leave a book (pt. 2)

welp who remembers this old thing. I sure do. Anyway this is part two of take a book leave a book with harrison osterfield.

Harrison had never thought himself to be one of the biggest parts of your life, he knew you were best friends and he was sad to have to leave you behind, but he didn’t think him leaving would cause such an impact on the girl who was practically fearless around him.

Harrison stared out his window waiting for y/n to go outside. He watched for hours, till you came outside with your head still in a book. He ran out of his room yelling a quick goodbye to his mother, running across the street he stopped only a few feet in front of the girl. His face had morphed into shock just looking at her. You had changed more than he expected while he was away. Your (y/h/t) (y/h/c) framed your face in a mysterious way, showing enough to be captivated, hiding everything what he wanted to see.

“(y/n)’’he breathed out shock still visible in his voice. You slowly started to lift your head, wanting to finish the page you where on before acknowledging the person who had spoken to you, finishing you flipped the page and look up.

Harrison stood in front of you mirroring the same face of shock, you could have jumped into him, hugged him spoken back to him or even ignored him, but all you could was stare at the blonde boy in front of you. Your thoughts raced a mile a minute while studying his face, he looked as shocked to see you as you did him. He hadn’t changed much since you last saw him, same crystal blue eye’s, blonde messy hair which he spent hours trying to style even if you told him he looked fine with his curly hair, the only thing that had changed about him was his height a body, now slightly taller than you and musceled body.

‘’Harrison?” you asked, knowing already that it was him.

He closed his gaping mouth,’’ uhh ya, y/n uhh hi. Wow you’ve changed quite a bit.’’

You could feel anger bubbling inside of you. Of course you had changed, he’s the one who left, he decided to leave he never called back, he never texted back, he choose everything over you his best friend. He choose to go with tom and leave you, of course you were mad you had every right to be, he was your everything and he just left without a warning never talking to you again. You wanted to yell at him, scream, but all that came out was, ‘’ You wouldn’t know, Harrison.’’ pushing your way past him you had to hold back the urge to hug him, to bring him close to you, because no matter how mad you where you missed your best friend. Holding back tears, you jumped in your car and sped off leaving the blonde in your driveway, holding back his own tears.

Sup dude’s, anyway keep this going or not? Do you guys want a part three?

Protective Brothers

I knew one day this story would come in handy. I wrote this a year ago when the Vinsmoke blog was made. I didn’t get the chance to upload it until the beginning of this year. But. I hope you like it!

“Ichiji, Ichiji.” Sanji tugged on his elder brothers coat.

The blonde haired boy with his hair over his left eye looked to his youngest brother Sanji.

“What is it Sanji?” Ichiji asked.

“Knock knock.”

Ichiji sighed, “Sanj-”

“Come on Ichiji, just please.”

“Who’s there.”


“Olive who?”

“Olive you.”

Sanji smiled as Ichiji cracked a smile and ruffled his hair. That was the first and last time he’d ever had Sanji tell him he loved him.

Ichiji and Niji sat in a hotel room. Niji going on about how he met some girl and Ichiji stared out the window sitting against his bed.

“Olive you.” Sanji’s sweet voice rang in his head.

“Ichiji. Are you okay?” Niji asked.

Ichiji turned to his twin brother. They weren’t exactly identical, Niji had more facial hair and his hair was out of his face. Along with they both were polar opposites. Niji always had to make a joke out of everything. While Ichiji took things seriously.

“I’m fine.” Ichiji replied looking back out the window.

“What is it? Come on you can tell me.”

Niji flopped down on the bed next to him.

“It’s nothing.”

“Your thinking about little bro again aren’t cha? Don’t worry about him. He’s with those people who’ve taken good care of him.”

“I know.”

“Come on Ichiji you can tell your brother.”

“Sanji told me he loved me once, in a knock knock joke.”

Niji chuckled rolling over on his back, “You miss him too huh?”

Ichiji hummed in agreement, Niji sat up.

“Let’s go see him. Come on Ichiji.”

“Niji, we can’t. How do you know that he’d want to see us?”

Niji flopped back down, “I just wanted to cheer you up.”

Ichiji sighed crossing his arms, “Let’s just get to sleep.”

Niji hopped off Ichiji’s bed and they went to sleep. The next morning Ichiji and Niji went out into town. Buying some breakfast and going out into the town. A hand was placed on Ichiji’s shoulder having him turn to see a green haired man. He blinked looking at the two curled eyebrowed men.

“Sorry, thought you were someone else.” He said.

Ichiji and Niji exchanged looks.

“You shitty officer I told you to stay by the apple cart.”

“Hey cook, these two guys have the same stupid eyebrows like you do.”

Niji and Ichiji turned to Sanji standing holding a bag of fresh food. The green haired man took Sanji’s side and when the bag of produce slipped from Sanji’s hands Zoro caught it.

“Sanji do you know them?” Zoro asked.

“Th-there my brothers.”

Niji was first to snap out of it and glomped onto Sanji holding him tight. Sanji gasped as Niji hugged him tighter.

“Can’t.” Sanji panted, “Breathe.”

“Niji.” Ichiji said.

He dropped Sanji and pinched his cheeks.

“Would you look at that, our little brother is all grown up.”

“Stawp wit.”

Ichiji stood next to him and brushed back his bangs seeing his asymmetrical eyebrows.

“Yeah, he’s our brother alright.” Ichiji sighed.

Zoro watched as Sanji was tormented by his two elder brothers. Sanji batted away the hands before hiding behind Zoro and rubbed his face.

“Who your supposed to be?” Ichiji asked.

Sanji peaked over Zoros shoulder.

“He’s Roronoa Zoro, future worlds greatest officer. And my boyfriend.” Sanji huffed.

“Boyfriend?” Niji gasped.

He grabbed Sanji by the back of his coat and pulled him out from behind Zoro. Then started shaking him and scolding him about women. Then stopped asking if Zoro had a brother. Then started scolding him again.

“He’s a real pervert if that will make you happy.” Zoro called.

Niji stopped and turned to Sanji, then scolded him again about not being an innocent little boy like he was when he was a kid.

“That’s Niji second oldest and I’m Ichiji the eldest.” Ichiji said taking Zoro’s side.

“Your brother is a fine cook.” Zoro said.


Zoro nodded, as they watched Niji continue scolding Sanji. Who was growing dizzy by the minute.

“Sanji is a cook, works at a restaurant in town.”

Sanji escaped from Niji’s grip and hid behind Ichiji and Zoro.

“Hey cook why don’t we have your brothers over for dinner so you guys can catch up.” Zoro asked looking over his shoulder.

“You’d do that for me?”

Zoro shrugged, “There are your family.”

Niji smiled wrapping an arm around Zoro’s shoulders.

“I approve of you strange haired man.” Niji chuckled.

“I guess we can show you the way home.” Sanji said.

And they followed Sanji to their little home in a little neighborhood. Sanji gasped seeing a little brown haired boy sitting on the porch asleep.

“I forgot we were babysitting Chopper for Robin-chan and Franky.” Sanji said.

“Don’t worry cook I’ll take care of him while you catch up with your brothers.” Zoro said.

Zoro handed Sanji the bags while he picked up Chopper and took him inside. Sanji smiled to himself heading inside with his brothers. Ichiji and Niji walked around the house admiring all the pictures of Sanji and the group of friends he had.

“Ichiji come here.” Niji called.

Ichiji set down the picture and went to find Niji holding a picture of some older man and little Sanji. Ichiji took the picture and looked at the one legged man with a braided mustache.

“That’s Owner Zeff, he taught me how to be a cook and I co-own a restaurant with him. He saved my life when I was on the verge of starvation. When I was a kid he took me in and we couch jumped before we got on our feet and were handed down a restaurant.” Sanji explained.

“This man, took care of you?” Ichiji asked.

Sanji nodded when Zoro walked down the stairs and yawned a jaw breaking yawn.

“So where does he fit in?” Ichiji asked.

“About two years ago Zoro and a couple of our friends came to our restaurant and Luffy-”

Sanji pursed his lips leaving the room for a moment. He came back a moment later with a picture frame. Sanji handed it to his brothers. It was a group of there friends a little time before Zoro and Sanji started dating.

“That was taken after I became there friend. Luffy is the one with the straw hat. Well Luffy had a commotion and owner Zeff had to step in then there was a big fight at the restaurant. It was pretty. Interesting.” Sanji said.

They looked to Zoro Luffy and Sanji all smiling with arms wrapped around each other.

“Looks like your in good hands little brother.” Niji chuckled.

Sanji smiled, “I am.”

Soon enough Sanji started dinner while Zoro sat at the dinning room table. Both of Sanji’s brothers sat and interrogated him.

“State your age and full name.” Niji growled.

“I’m 21 and my name is Roronoa Zoro.” Zoro sighed.

“Who do you work for and what occupation do you have?” Ichiji asked.

“I work for the Sunny police department and I am head chief.”

Chopper hopped down the stairs and hid in front of the wall looking at the two brothers.

“Aren’t you supposed to be behind the wall?” Niji asked.

Chopper squeaked hiding behind the wall and peaking out to them.

“It’s alright Chopper, they mean us no harm.” Zoro said.

Chopper stepped out and hid behind Zoros chair.

“These are Sanji’s brothers. Ichiji and Niji.”

“Zoro. Can I go play now?” Chopper whispered.

“Go on ahead, Sanji is starting dinner.”

Niji and Ichiji looked to each other as the rough looking man talked to a sweet innocent child. Ichiji got up and went into the kitchen. Sanji stood cooking away while Ichiji leaned against the doorframe.


Sanji stopped and turned to his brother, “Yeah?”

“Niji and I have to go. I won’t tell dad we saw you. But. We’ll meet again okay? I can see your in good hands with the green haired swordsman.”

“How did you kn-”

“There are swords pinned to the wall, and I know you wouldn’t be wielding such weapons.”

Sanji smiled, “Maybe we can catch up again sometime.”

Ichiji chuckled backing up into the dinning room, Niji stood up as they walked into the living room. And with a snap, Ichiji and Niji disappeared. They sat on a roof not to far and smiled pulling on there masks.

“Seems our little brother is growing up too fast.” Ichiji said.

Niji pulled out his dagger, “Yeah, but. He’s better off with them. Let’s get this job done.”


I hope you liked it. Sorry about any mistakes.

anonymous asked:

after noodle's senior prom (at her sketchy inner city high school) she tells the guys to pick her up out back. they catch her making out with a girl, and i mean like, the girls against the wall and their giggling between really long french kisses. what do the guys do in response? do they say anything or just say silent and awkward? sorry i freaking love seeing noodle grow up


The Whole Band ™:

  • When Noodle’s bandmates roll into the back parking lot of her high school in search of the prize, (Noodle herself) they all stumble upon something surprising.
  • “Hey, I never knew she was one of those lesbeans, yeah, Russ?” frikin murdoc it’s lesbian you uncultered swine
  • Woahhhh,” 2D would murmur, face pressed up against the window. “Is now a bad time?”
  • Russ would just stare in shock, not knowing what he should do. Should he go outside and split the two up? Should he drive away and come back later? Should he correct Murdoc?
  • Rolling down the window, Russ would stick his head outside. “Should we come back later?” He’d called, eyebrows raised. This catches Noodle’s attention as her head swings back to Russ, a wild blush spreading like wildfire across her cheeks.
  • “N-No, it’s not a bad time,” she’d stutter, giving mystery girl one last kiss before said departure. “Bye, ____.”
  • The drive home would be kind of quiet. No one is upset that Noodle kissed a girl, but everybody was just slightly taken aback.
  • “So,” Murdoc would say, finally breaking the silence. “How was it?”
  • “How was what, exactly?” Noodle would ask, looking through Instagram on her phone. “Because prom itself was kind of underwhelming– I had to go outside and get some fresh air because it was so hot in there.”
  • “Yeah,” Murdoc coughed. “To rub uglies with that girl-”
  • Noodle, we are very proud parents,” Russ would interrupt, his face distorted with an awkward smile, trying to avoid conversation. “And we are so happy regarding any of your decisions.”
  • russ is scared and sad bc his girl is growin up
  • 2d just stares out the window in the back of the car, twiddling with his thumbs