good kid in a bad city

Y'know what I love about AtlA?

What I love most about this show is that it isn’t like regular kid shows which gives us a good and bad side

In those “regular” kids shows, they’re the good guys, the others are the bad guys, not necessarily with a good reason
In those “regular” kids shows, war is portrayed as they are evil and we are good and we must defeat them cuz then they won’t be evil anymore

In AtlA, this isn’t the way they portray the war
Yes, the war is between the “evil” fire nation and the good other nations
in this show, there are bad sides about the good other nations, and good sides about the bad fire nation

Because when they get to ba sing se, in the “good” earth kingdom, they immediately figure out the corrupt ways of the dai li to keep the city in their control
They see the dai li teaming up with the enemy, they see betrayal

When they get to the fire nation, of course they’ll see the bad people eagerly supporting the fire lord, but they also see normal people living their daily lives while there’s an all out war going on

The fire nation wasn’t necessarily evil, it was the fire lord, and the people that followed him, that were the true poison of the nation

The earth kingdom wasn’t necessarily good either, because it was corrupted by a few tirants trying to control everything and everyone around them

This is what real war is
There isn’t just good and evil, there isn’t just black and white
It’s all just grey, and by making allies and enemies you try to see the real colors of certain people

Anyway I just love that this show taught me all this, that I never see black and white, I see shades of grey (no not fifty)

I just love this show and I’m definetly gonna have my kids watch the heck out of it

The Man in Apartment 43

Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

Triggers: Stalking/followed by a stalker (Not Dean), fear

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/L/N = Your last name   ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Note: Ok, so I know I haven’t finished The Charity Heist yet, but I’m stuck on a part in chapter 4. This one however is pouring out of me. If you guys like it I might write a part 2 later this coming week!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6


“(Y/N), you are amazing,” Chris Pine’s voice was warm and hot against your neck as he held you close after the two of you saved the world. He moved his mouth from your neck and leaned in, inches from your lips as you wrapped your hands around his neck and moved in to kiss him. Your lips were just about to touch when the background music swelled and…

Living easy!
Living free!
Season ticket on a one way ride!  

Damn it! Your damned neighbour’s near routine music marathon forcefully pulled you out of your dream as you sat up with a gasp. Highway to Hell wasn’t your idea of a good wake-up call. Every. Damned. Morning. Almost at least.

Dean Winchester, the man in apartment 43, was on a completely different schedule from you and every day once he sat down to work on whatever business he did from his apartment he’d turn the volume up on his ridiculously massive speaker system. Sure, it was around 10 am and he was technically allowed to blare his music between 8 am and 11 pm based on apartment rules. But that sure as hell didn’t make it any more right in your mind.

You worked till 5 am basically every night of the week in the local hole in the wall bar, and you needed your beauty sleep to deal with the local drunkards without punching someone or something. Which was hard as hell when you were constantly awoken by classic rock songs after only four to five hours of sleep.

Groaning you let your head hit the pillow again, almost feeling the vibrations of the bass through your pillow due to the stupid, awful fact that your bedroom was wall-to-wall with his… Office? You didn’t really know. From what you understood the apartments were mirrored so his bedroom should be on the other side of the wall. But from the loud noise levels of music you heard almost every morning it almost seemed like you were wall to wall with a damned rock concert instead.

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A Stanford dean on skills every 18 year old should have

1. An 18-year-old must be able to talk to strangers — faculty, deans, advisers, landlords, store clerks, human resource managers, coworkers, bank tellers, health care providers, bus drivers, mechanics—in the real world.

The crutch: We teach kids not to talk to strangers instead of teaching the more nuanced skill of how to discern the few bad strangers from the mostly good ones. Thus, kids end up not knowing how to approach strangers — respectfully and with eye contact — for the help, guidance, and direction they will need out in the world.

2. An 18-year-old must be able to find his way around a campus, the town in which her summer internship is located, or the city where he is working or studying abroad.

The crutch: We drive or accompany our children everywhere, even when a bus, their bicycle, or their own feet could get them there; thus, kids don’t know the route for getting from here to there, how to cope with transportation options and snafus, when and how to fill the car with gas, or how to make and execute transportation plans.

3. An eighteen-year-old must be able to manage his assignments, workload, and deadlines.

The crutch: We remind kids when their homework is due and when to do it— sometimes helping them do it, sometimes doing it for them; thus, kids don’t know how to prioritize tasks, manage workload, or meet deadlines, without regular reminders.

4. An 18-year-old must be able to contribute to the running of a house hold.

The crutch: We don’t ask them to help much around the house because the checklisted childhood leaves little time in the day for anything aside from academic and extracurricular work; thus, kids don’t know how to look after their own needs, respect the needs of others, or do their fair share for the good of the whole.

5. An 18-year-old must be able to handle interpersonal problems.

The crutch: We step in to solve misunderstandings and soothe hurt feelings for them; thus, kids don’t know how to cope with and resolve conflicts without our intervention.

6. An 18-year-old must be able to cope with ups and downs of courses and workloads, college- level work, competition, tough teachers, bosses, and others.

The crutch: We step in when things get hard, finish the task, extend the deadline, and talk to the adults; thus, kids don’t know that in the normal course of life things won’t always go their way, and that they’ll be okay regardless.

7. An 18-year-old must be able to earn and manage money.

The crutch: They don’t hold part-time jobs; they receive money from us for what ever they want or need; thus, kids don’t develop a sense of responsibility for completing job tasks, accountability to a boss who doesn’t inherently love them, or an appreciation for the cost of things and how to manage money.

8. An 18-year-old must be able to take risks.

The crutch: We’ve laid out their entire path for them and have avoided all pitfalls or prevented all stumbles for them; thus, kids don’t develop the wise understanding that success comes only after trying and failing and trying again (a.k.a. “grit”) or the thick skin (a.k.a. “resilience”) that comes from coping when things have gone wrong.

Remember: our kids must be able to do all of these things without resorting to calling a parent on the phone. If they’re calling us to ask how, they do not have the life skill.

Kol Mikaelson Imagine: Worth The Risk


Prompts: 11- “Everyone keep telling me you are the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
31- “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re dating.“
122- "Enough with the sass!”

Summary: Reader gets a message from Kol that he wants to meet her. Then they have a conversation about him being the bad guy. At the end he asks her to be his girlfriend.

Word count: 1000

Y/F/N - your friend’s name

Originally posted by showandwrite

‘Meet me in 15 minutes at our place, love. I need to ask you something important.’

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Date Night (Spideypool)

Note: My Spideypool is ALWAYS  Andrew G/ Peter and Ryan R/ Wade

For @dayzor

So this got sort of long, and kind of feel-sy and deep because I love LOVE LOVE writing about Spideypool getting to know each other and dealing with their issues and all that.
Anyway. I hope you like it :)


So it had been a couple weeks now, since Peter had been hit on and subsequently swept off his feet by the overly loud, overly muscled overly everything Wade Wilson.

And it was fun. God it was so much fun.

For the first time in his life, Peter was laughing every single day. He was jumping out of bed and racing to work, flying through his patrols and stripping out of his spidey-suit in his haste to get showered and out the door for another date with Wade.

They had been out every single night since they had met, twenty three dates total, and Wade took him somewhere different every single night.

Dinner. Dancing. Drinks. Movies. Walks in the park. Trips to the zoo because why not? A strip club once because Wade never stopped laughing at how bright red Peters face was from the moment they stepped in the door.

Peter wasn’t a virgin, but there was a difference between being naked with someone…and watching greased up dancers gyrate to “Its raining men.”

That hadnt been his favorite date, but Wade had made up for it by setting Peter on the hood of his beat up truck and kissing him entirely senseless.

Wade made Peter feel fun, and wanted and normal, which was something he hadnt felt in years.

He didnt even have to completely hide his strength from Wade. The guy was so big that Peter could quite a bit of strength into a push and Wade would laugh about him taking steroids and just keep right on going.

They hadnt made it to sex yet, which Peter knew was because of Wade’s own hangups. The scars weren’t pretty by any stretch, but Peter was so enamored by the eyes and smile and perfect fucking face beneath them that he barely noticed. And when they kissed, Peter was too distracted by the way Wade’s tongue did entirely illegal things inside his mouth to worry about the odd texture of the skin beneath his fingers.

But kissing was one thing.
Sex was another.

Other than his face and his hands, Wade kept everything covered at all times, even the night that Peter had ended up sleeping over at his apartment. Wade had held him close and teased and touched until Peter thought he was going to scream, but then Wade had pulled away before clothes started coming off, settling back down and telling Peter to sleep.

And it was fine.
Peter had hang ups too. Not his skin, but his powers, and his past and his secrets and just… all of that.

But he wasn’t thinking about all that tonight, as he strolled hand in hand with Wade through Times Square, because Wade had insisted on something touristy and cheesy for their date tonight.

No, all Peter was thinking about was the way his hand felt small laced through Wade’s, and the way his boyfriend (his boyfriend??) laughed in that smooth deep voice, the way Wade would look down at him and smile like he couldn’t believe Peter was the one out with him.

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Tom Holland: Boxer

Summary: Tom Holland is a new boxer at your gym. Feat boxer!tom au & marital arts!reader 

(A/N: I’ve done karate for the past eight years and this! is! a dream! Thank you to @ballyhoobarnes and @tbholland for my inspiration to write my own boxer!tom )

Your favorite place to go was the gym. Except, your gym wasn’t typical. It had a boxing ring (equipped with practice rings), marital arts studios, and specialized weight rooms. You have been training with the professional marital artists for several years now; the studio was your happy place. It was a place for you to clear your head and forget the nuisances of daily life. 

The majority of your closest friends either were fellow marital artists, boxers, or both. It wasn’t abnormal for you to train with the boxers on random days or vice versa, as both sports had some overlapping skill sets. From years together, everybody at the gym was close-knit, so when a new member joined it was quite obvious. 

“Have you seen him?” your best friend asked while you two were getting dressed for lifting that afternoon. 


Tom,” they whispered; your eyebrow raised in question. “He’s new here. I saw him the other day… think he’s a boxer… and a cute boxer at that.”

“Hmm,” you murmured, putting on your gloves. “We’ll see, I guess. You ready?”

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I want a good cop bad cop nellis au…like

•Nick being such a dirty cop and involved in organized crime since the start

•Ellis coming straight out of the Academy and heading to a big city (no this isn’t zootopia)

•Nick getting pared up with Ellis

•Keith stories during stake outs

•Nick getting frustrated cause the kid is just so good and genuinely wants to help people and like what’s that about??¿¿

•Ellis wanting to hang out off duty

•Nick shooting that idea down

•Nick actually having to be careful because the kid is smarter than he looks

•Nick falling for Ellis first and being PISSED about it

•Nick having to distract Ellis during a stake out so his ‘only’ choice is to make a move

police cruiser sex


WELP I’m certainly not gonna be the first to say it but THIS TOOK TOO LONG.

I’m so sorry you guys but it is getting to be finals week at my school and that has taken up most of my time and I had a falling out with one of my friends which put me on absolutely no mood to write.

Thank you guys so much for sending me all of the lovely comments and I am sad to say that this series is coming to an end.

Scenario- the batfamily is hot on your trail maybe it’s good maybe it’s bad

Warning-cursing, slight violence.

You loved midway city. It wasn’t like Gotham with all of the caped crusaders and evil villains. It wasn’t like metropolis with all of the people full of hope and the man of steel. It wasn’t like central city with the man faster than time. It wasn’t Star city with the man who could shoot better than Apollo and Artemis.

It was midway city home to the ordinary people and no one in a cape, mask, cowl, or hood for miles around.

You had found a nice job at a pet shop. You had always loved animals especially when you were a kid. They weren’t good or bad, they didn’t have to worry about saving the world, their biggest concern was who is gonna feed them next?

You also worked on gaining back your muscles and started training again. Incase he ever came back you need to be prepared to go down with a fight.

You hadn’t forgot your old life. The scars wouldn’t ever let you. The scars from missions gone wrong, scars from injury on the job, and the scars from the torture that riddles your entire back.

The countless electric shock had torn up your back leaving big nasty angry sores and rips on your back.

You of course thought of pleasant memories of your past life. The love, the laughter, the friendships and the family.

You felt love when you saw Jason smile, the way his eyes would crinkle, his laugh lines appeared, and all of his worries were gone for just one second. He wasn’t the failed soldier. He wasn’t the mercenary that came back to life. He wasn’t the red hood who everyone feared. He was Jason Todd, your Robin, your favorite Robin. He was the moon in your stars, the one who made everything all right, even if the whole world was crashing down.

You knew the laughter that haunted your mind. The countless nights of patrolling with Dick and his stupid jokes, when Damian and Tim would bicker for hours on end and come up with the dumbest of insults. When Bruce would be so sleep deprived he would fall asleep in the most random places of the manor, the time he fell asleep in the back of the limo was your favorite. The time Barbara and Stephanie did a entire commentary on the boys bickering, which had you rolling on the floor.

You remember the family and friendships you would never be able to feel again. The time you saw Damian watching a old movie that had been a favorite of yours so you sat down quietly in the entertainment room and watched it with him, soon Dick and Barbara followed, then Tim came in with Stephanie and lastly Jason who made sure to sit next to you. Titus was on the floor with Alfred the cat when you noticed Bruce had crept in and was sitting at the back of the entertainment room behind Dick and Barbara.

You remember waking up hours later with your head on Jason’s chest and his arms wrapped around your shoulders with his faces snuggled into the top of your head. You looked up and saw Tim and Stephanie asleep on the other end of the couch with Barbara and Dick on the couch right behind them. Bruce had fallen asleep with his arms crossed and leaning backwards on the seat, somehow even sleeping, he looked scary.

Damian apparently had gotten tired of Dick laying against him and moved to the floor with Alfred the cat and Titus as a pillow. Alfred (the man) must have come in last night because you all had blankets draped over you. You layed you head back down on Jason’s warm chest, you felt safe and secure, something you longed for now, and went back to sleep. That was family. That was your friendship.

You were currently at your new job, the local pet store and talking to your new found friend, (y/f/n).

“That’s what I said.” You friend laughed as you both walked around the play pins filled with puppies. You knew if Damian was here he would try to buy them all.

“I can’t believe he would do something like that.” You said completely astonished by your friends story.

“See, now you understand my world.” Your friend said and threw her hands up in exasperation as you chuckled. In ways she reminded you a lot of dick.

You were about to tell her of a similar experience you had when she stopped and looked at the tv screen that was in the corner of the room.

“Damn, I remember I use to have a huge crush on him when I was a teenager.” She said in the most lovey dovey voice she could manage. You rolled your eyes and looked at the tv.

“Tragic robbery gone wrong, only serious injury is son of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson.” The big news anchor said in a musky voice.

You could hear him drone on and on about what happened but you could only hear the blood in your ears rushing and your heart beat going in and out. You gripped so tight onto the counter top you felt like your fingers were going to break. You kneeled on the floor and closed your eyes.

“(Y/n) are you ok, what’s going on?” Your friend questioned and crouched next to you and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Where is he being treated, what hospital?” You grounded out as you felt your heart crack and countless memories of Dick flood in.

“Wayne memorial, oh my god, (y/n), do you know him?” She said concerned and put her hand over her heart in astonishment.

“I won’t be in tomorrow.” You said as you stood up and balanced yourself on the countertop.

Before she could get a word in you were already gone. You ran down the sidewalk to your apartment that was just a block away from your job.

You ran up to your room after saying a very quick hello to your elderly neighbor. You quickly grabbed your over night bag which had your eskrima sticks and a change of clothes with 500 dollars in it.

You never knew what would happen if you went back to Gotham, but you made sure you were well prepared for any possible situation.

You quickly put on a pair of black combat boots and kept on your blue jeans from work. You put on your black leather jacket and pulled your hair into a pony tail adding a black baseball cap. You grabbed the keys to your bike and ran out the door with your overnight bag.

You weren’t thinking when you got on your bike, took off your cap, pulled on your helmet and took off in the direction of Gotham. You’re entire body was on autopilot, you only had one goal, get to Gotham and see if Dick was ok.

The only time the news reported on any of the bat kids was when they were in the hospital. Except when it said that they were in a car crash, it really means that, Two face, hit one of them with his car.

When they were in a “robbery” it means they were shot so bad Alfred couldn’t fix them and they needed professional hospital help.

You probably broke all of the speed limits getting to Gotham. When you finally pulled into the hospital car park, it was pitch black outside. You pulled your bag tightly over your shoulder and pulled on your baseball cap after you pulled off your helmet.

You sped walked to the hospital stairs and jogged up to the lobby. You looked around the corner before going into the main section, no batfam or joker minions in sight, so you’re all good for now.

You quickly walked to the front desk and pulled on your game face. You fell forward over the desk and put your hands over your face and let out tiny sobs.

“Umm honey can I help you?” A small older lady nurse asked from behind the counter who put her hand on your forearm in a gesture of comfort.

“I-it’s my brother Richard, h-he was shot this morning and I-i just got into town and oh my god is -is he alright.” You whimpered as tears streaked down your face.

“Ok honey, let’s just see what room he is in and you can go see for yourself, what’s his last name?” She asked very soflty and started to type on the key board.

“G-grayson.” You said with a loud sob at the end causing people to look at you in pity.

“Ok honey, here he’s in room 908 on the 5th floor, the elevators are right there.” She said and pointed to the back of the room where two silver elevators stood.

“Oh thank you so much dear, bless you, bless you.” You said and turned around to go to the elevator.

You wiped the tears off your cheeks and smirked, you still had it. She never would have told you what room he was in, unless you were family and now you were.

You pushed the 5th floor button and fixed the rest of your face while the elevator brought you up. You were going to be in and out of his room, them back to Midway city, to live your life. You walked down the hallway that only had a few other nurses walking up and down to check on other patients.

You stopped in front of room 908 and let out a deep breath praying that Dick was passed out. You quietly opened the door and noticed the lights weren’t on at all. You quickly slipped in and shut the door not wanting the nurse to see you. You went to flip one of the light switches, when someone grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and latched onto there hand pulling them into you and sliding your hand up there shoulders ramming there stomach into your knee. You kicked them backwards as two people grabbed both of your elbows.

“Not to-motherfucking-day.” You said and bent both of your arms outwards and grabbed onto both of the attackers hair and brought there skulls smashing forward against each other with a sickening crack. They crumpled on the floor below you as you could feel someones presence behind you.

You turned around and kicked your left leg around the assailants neck and put you hands on his head and pulled your other leg around his neck so both of you legs were locked behind his neck and pulled forward on his hair causing him to go tumbling forward and you put your foot on his chest and kicked him off of you so he landed on the opposite wall with a loud groan. You quickly got off of the ground and stood in the middle of the room.

You weren’t sure how many attackers there were, so you had to stay alert.

“Yeah you piece of clown scumbag, I’m a bit stronger than last time.” You said and roundhouse kicked the other figure that was approaching on your left and kicked them in the chest so they flew to the other side of the room.

You took a few steps back and rested your hand on a metal bar that wrapped around the room so injured patients could walk around. You took a deep breath as you felt a panic attack coming on, you went to open the door and leave Gotham behind forever. You felt a cold metal wrap around your wrist and a clicking sound. You pulled your wrist as fast as you could but couldn’t seeing as how they were probably attached to the metal pole, you were stuck.

“Oh you fucking coward, if you’re going to drag me down to hell, at least let me defend myself.” You growled out as you kept on high apart with both fists clenched.

“Looks like you don’t need any help defending yourself.” You heard a familiar rough gravely voice say before the lights flicked on.

“What, what why? Why would you handcuff me?” You questioned in complete shock then you remembered, you’re the jokers daughter of course they’re going to handcuff you.

“We weren’t sure if you would try to run.” The same voice said, which belonged to Bruce Wayne.

Bruce stood in front of you with Barbara who was holding a small silver key, presumably to the handcuff that had confined you to the metal bar.

Tim and Dick were on the floor holding there heads while Stephanie checked on both of them.

Damian was half way on the other side of the room where you kicked him and Jason was sitting up against the wall with his helmet on the floor, rubbing his chest and looking at the ceiling.

You felt your eyes go wide as the entire batfamily assembled in front of you holding there injuries. You looked at Jason was had a poker face on and looked back at you dead in the eyes.

“You know I’ll escape before you have the chance to take me to arkham, so why don’t you just knock me out now and it will be easier for both of us.” You said turning away from Jason and looking Bruce in the eye.

“What are you talking about?” Damian questioned in annoyance while rubbed his head.

“Oh come on, you just found the jokers daughter who has been under your nose for years, I suppose this is where you take me to Arkham to live out the rest of my days in a padded cell.” You said in a stiff tone and looked at everyone, who all just stared back at you.

“(Y/n) you’re family, we would never do that to you, we know you did what you did for good reasons.” Dick said and stepped forward to get a better look at you.

You laughed a little bit and covered your mouth with your wrist.

“You do realize that you’re all standing in a hospital in full costume just to drag me to arkham, I feel so honored.” You said in a dark tone and leaned against the wall with a bored expression, while your heart broke.

“For the last time (y/n) we aren’t taking you to arkham, the only reason we are mad is because you didn’t come back, we thought you were dead.” Stephanie said in a harsh tone. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you come back (y/n), we’re family, we’re there for each other through everything.” Tim said in a heart wrenching tone.

“I couldn’t face you guys, I couldn’t look you guys in the eyes knowing I lied to you guys for years and put innocent people in danger, I knew you wouldn’t look at me the way you did before, it wouldn’t be the same.” You said as you finally broke and a tear ran down your face. You looked to the floor, as they all looked at you, you didn’t want to see the hatred in there eyes.

“Leave.” You heard the most familiar voice say from the back of the room. The voice that sounded like home.

“What?” Dick said confused.

“Let us talk, Babs give me the key and leave.” He said and held his gloved hand out to her.

Barbara looked to Bruce. He nodded slowly and walked over to open the window where the bat-jet was waiting. Barbara handed over the key and looked at you one last time before she followed the rest of the batkids out of the window. You shut your eyes as the window closed and you absolutely dreaded this moment. You were alone with Jason, for the first time since he found out you were related to the guy who killed him.

“You’re right, we wouldn’t have seen you the same way ever again.” He said and looked at you with the same poker face he had all night. You cast your eyes to the floor as your heart fell into your stomach.

“We would have seen you so much better. You somehow have become the best most amazingly fantastic person, I have ever met and this only makes you more extraordinary. You have come from and been though so much shit in your life, yet you never fail to be kind and put others before yourself countless upon dozens of times.” He said as he got closer to you and cupped your face in his hands making you look up into his bright green eyes, he had a small smile on his face which made your heart inflate.

“You have made me fall utterly, blissfully, and truly in love with you, regardless if you’re the jokers daughter or not because to me you will always be (y/n) (y/l/n) the girl I have been madly in love with and the one I will always be in love with.” He said as he un-cuffed you and pulled you into a bear hug that lifted you off the ground.

“Oh Jason,I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have come back.” You said and sobbed into the crook of his neck. You held on tight to him, like he was the only thing keeping you on this earth.

“I though you died and I just, I didn’t know what to do (y/n), what could I have done?” He said as his voice cracked and you moved your head out of the crook of his neck and he put you back on the ground.

You reached up and wiped the tears out from under his eyes and gave him a small smile through your tears.

“Well I’m here now, so don’t think about, I’m here and I’m not going away for a long time. I love too much to leave again.” You said and caressed his face as he leaned down and kissed you so passionately, you thought you were going to fall down.

You could feel the emotions of the past 7 years flowing out in the kiss, all of the pain, the happiness and the laughter was all there. All of the built up compassion was released in that one blissfully perfect moment.

You leaned back down because sadly humans need to breath and leaned your head against Jason’s chest.

“Hey Jason.” You said timidly into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him his torso.

“Yeah babydoll?“ He asked softly and kissed the top of your head, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“I think I found my family.” You said softly and looked up at him with a smile as a sly grin spread over his face.

“You sure did baby, you sure did.” He said with a chuckle and leaned down to kiss you again.

Unbeknownst to you one roof top over the entire batfamily was cheering and clapping. You see, Jason had left his microphone on so they heard everything and Dick had won a bet against Tim and Damian.

The girls squealed as they saw you and Jason kissed while Damian just snarled at the scene but everyone knew he was happy.

Lastly Bruce smiles down at the two of you knowing he made one good thing happen in yours and Jason’s life.

Death’s Choice

I tried really hard to get my kid out of my neighborhood. When he was born, I made all the promises I’m sure my old man made to me when I was young.

You’re not gonna live like this.

You’re gonna be better than me.

You’re gonna be somebody.

But what does an eighteen year old know about getting anybody outta anywhere? I couldn’t even get myself out. Me and my girl lived in my mom’s basement while we tried to get our shit together for Abel’s sake, but it was never gonna work. She was younger than me, she didn’t want to be a mom, and she split when he was only a couple months old.

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Durarara!!   {Sentence Starters}

  • “I am trying to seduce you.”
  • “If I’m your savior, then you’re mine.”
  • “The world isn’t as bad as you think.”
  • “You think you’re special? You’re not.”
  • “It’s kinda scary how much people trust me.”
  • “These days, I feel more comfortable in dark places.”
  • “It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.”
  • “In other words, you don’t even have an idea of what death is really like.”
  • “Oh, and just because I like humans, it doesn’t mean that I like you personally.”
  • “I’m not rude… I just wasn’t taught to politely pretend to be nice to people I can’t stand.”
  • “You’re happy enough, so don’t take away the happiness of others. You should share it.”
  • “It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”
  • “If there’s any possibility that I might visit this city again, then I challenge you to a duel.”
  • “Love. I, myself, have never loved another person. Most likely, I don’t even love myself.”
  • “All this talk about monsters… that’s what people have called me ever since I was a kid.”
  • “Even if everyone in the whole world dies, I won’t care, as long as my beloved survives.”
  • “If I pull this out will it start bleeding? Maybe I should get a band-aid. Or maybe super glue!”
  • “They have their respective secrets. And they’re deliberately trying not to give themselves away.”
  • “Everyone lies, everyone hides things. Nobody makes it through this life being completely honest.”
  • “If you know this, then you were trying to kill me, right? So whatever I do next is what you deserve, right?”
  • “If you want to run from your past, fine. But whatever you do, don’t run away from your present or worse, your future.”
  • “I don’t have have much time. It’s not that I’m busy, but I’m only willing to give you about two and a half more minutes of my life.”
  • “Well, hurting girls isn’t one of my hobbies. That’s why I’ll make it my hobby to stomp on their cell phones. Hahahahahaha! …I’m so bored of it now. It’s no longer my hobby to stomp on cell phones.”
Focus: Part 1(?)

Small Summary: Growing up with Steve and Bucky had its perks. Steve was understanding, and loyal - a true best friend in your life. Then there was Bucky, the well known bad boy - who you hated with every inch of your body. After a series of bad shit happening, you are forced to move in with none other than Bucky Barnes - which leads to a road of troubling bumps in the road.

Notes: Cursing, Cocky!Bucky, Smut.

Let me know what you think! :)

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Unfortunate [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Anon requested: “1 with damian???”

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m finally finished with it! OwO

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, drug addiction and domestic abuse

Word Count: 899

Prompt 1: “Are you sure he/she doesn’t want to kill me, because he/she looks like he’s/she’s gonna kill me.”



You were a good kid, really you were. There were many less fortunate than you, which was why you stole and did the bad deeds instead of them. You sheltered them from a life of crime, while you took their place.

The kids on the streets didn’t have a home, but every night you’d give them warm blankets to share. They were lovely kids, and it was the least you could do for them.

You weren’t rich yourself. In fact, your mother was a drug addict and your father was an abusive alcoholic, and you lived in the bad side of Gotham City. Both your parents had spent most of the little money they had left on their own pleasures, leaving none for you.

You hated returning home. You hated hearing your parents yell and fight, the way your mother screamed when your father crossed the line, the sounds of bottles smashing and things being thrown. You were strong, but you were still a child. A very frightened child.

The kids on the streets absolutely adored you. You weren’t much older than them but it was clear that they looked up to you as a role model. However, with security increasing and more shopkeepers on the lookout, it was only a matter of time before you were caught.

The sound of rapid footsteps on the wet pavement was masked by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. You wrapped your hoodie around your shivering body tightly as your grip on the container of cookies tightened.

Silently scolding yourself when you saw the dead end you ran into, you quickly jumped and gripped the fire escape, using it to climb onto the roof with ease. You jumped from roof to roof, trying to lose the vigilantes on your tail. You hoped the heavy rain and darkness would work to your advantage.

As you stepped on the edge of the building and prepared to jump to the next, you gasped, feeling your foot slip due to the water. You fell forward, straight towards the ground five stories below, and you closed your eyes and braced for impact. However, instead you felt something wrap around your ankles, leaving you hanging upside down.

You opened your eyes and saw the two vigilantes standing on the ground below you, looking unimpressed.

“I’m assuming you are the ones who tied me up like this?” you began, glancing at the cookies that you dropped when you fell. It now laid on the ground; wasted.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice, but I suppose a thief like you lack the ability to display decent manners.” the shorter one spoke–Robin. He sounded shockingly young, about your age.

“How rude.” you commented. “You two were the ones who chased me down, causing me to slip in the first place.” you exclaimed.

“You stole, committing a crime.” the other vigilante–Red Robin– stated firmly, as if he was scolding you.

“Well I’m sorry if wanting to survive is a crime.” you snapped. Your eyes narrowed at Robin’s furious look. You turned to Red Robin and asked, “Is he going to kill me? He looks like he wants to kill me.”


“Survive?!” Robin growled before Red Robin could answer, “how about actually going to school and educating yourself!”

“Of course! Thanks Captain Obvious, for pointing out that people my age should be at school! Let me ask you something Robin; are you an idiot?” Seeing the glare the boy was giving you, you added to Red Robin, “Are you sure he doesn’t want to kill me, because he looks like he’s gonna kill me.

“How dare you call me an idiot–”

“Then stop asking such stupid questions.” you cut in. “I know I should get an education, but not everyone is as fortunate as you! Do you think I can afford an education? Heck, do you think my parents even give a damn about me? Trust me, if I get a chance I would take it in a heartbeat, but unfortunately I can’t see that happening any time soon. So I’m stuck with scavenging and stealing.”

At that, the two males fell silent. You grew impatient, and it was getting incredibly cold that you started to shiver. You shifted uncomfortably; being upside down wasn’t a nice position to be in.

“U-Um… are you just going to stand there? Because I’m sure I may die of hypothermia soon.” you snapped, teeth chattering.

Snapping out of his trance, Red Robin quickly cut the rope that bound your legs and caught you, placing you on the wet pavement carefully.

“Thanks.” you smiled weakly, “you’re nicer than him.” you glared at Robin.

Red Robin shrugged. “Everyone’s nicer than demon spawn over there.”

“I can hear you.”

“I know.”

“So uh… are you two going to arrest me or…”

You saw the two exchange a look, having a silent battle before Robin approached you. He huffed and crossed his arms; he didn’t look too happy.

“I suppose you didn’t have much choice other than to steal, so we’ll let you go… this time.” he stated reluctantly.

You raised an eyebrow. “So there will be other times then?” you teased.

“Wha–do not test me!” Robin exclaimed. Even in the rain you could see the blush on his cheeks.

“Of course. And I suppose I should say thank you?” you continued, smiling slyly.

“Why can’t we arrest her again?”


it’s not all bad.

actually, once priss convinces emerson to leave the city in favor of the cottage, it’s mostly pretty good. the cottage isn’t exactly in the best shape - ‘of course it isn’t, the owners died years ago, we can’t exactly use a realtor can we’ she snipes when em questions their move - but there’s more room for the goblin’s horde and priss is just happy to have all of the fresh air and weird plants she can get her greedy hands on. ‘think of how happy waffle will be,’ she adds with a grin, and that’s really all it takes to convince emerson.

it’s weird to play house like humans do, the cottage slowly filling with their flotsam and jetsam, the dog snoring contentedly in his new bed - but it’s definitely not all bad.

Touch of a Lifetime - Damian Wayne x Reader

This story was requested by @gracesnowstorm

I hope you enjoy dear!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1279


Hiding the fact that you were a meta-human had never been easy, especially when your power was based on the sense of touch. Whether it was simple brush while walking down the street or a full on touch from a friend, you instantly saw every good and bad thing that happened in a person’s life up to that point.

Sometimes it was a blessing. You were able to see what made your grandparents the perfect couple, and you were able to help people forget traumatic experiences from their past.

Sometimes it was curse. More often than not people hated the idea of you seeing into their pasts. Bullies were everywhere. It got so bad that you started wearing long pants and hoodies and walking with your hands in your pockets at all times just to keep from touching anyone.

You had done a pretty good job until you’d gotten in to Gotham Academy. There you met Damian Wayne, the prince of Gotham City and he changed your life. It turned out that he was a bit of a loner too since he thought everyone was beneath him, so you often found that you both sit in the far end of the cafeteria away from the rest of the kids in the school.

One day he sat down in front of you with his tray and said, “You seem like the least insufferable person at this school so I’ve decided to converse with you at lunch for the duration of the semester.”

You blinked slowly and a look of ‘what the hell’ forming across your face. “Uh, sure. I mean it’s a free country so sit wherever you want.”
He nodded in agreement and started eating his lunch. The two of you spent the rest of the lunch in silence, much like every day for the rest of the week.

Over time the two of you became quite the pair. You were inseparable throughout your classes and you often hung out at each other’s homes. But you couldn’t help but think that Damian was hiding something. You didn’t blame him cause you haven’t exactly told him your own secret. You were honesty okay with that until one day over the summer.

It was the height of the summer and your air conditioner had decided to peter out. Since you hadn’t planned on going anywhere you were clad in shorts and one of the few tank tops you owned.

You were lazily sketching on your bed when you heard a knock at your window sill.

“Can I come in?” Damian said while his leg was already half way through.

“You do know that using the door is a totally okay thing for you to do right?

“Tt. I would prefer to not interact with anyone other than you today.”

He flopped down on the bed next to you with a fairly heavy sigh.

You sat in a comfortable silence until Damian started to sigh. Repeatedly every few minuets.
You put your pencil down onto your sketchbook and look over your shoulder at him.

“Okay I’ll bite. What’s bothering you Bub?”

He shoots up off the bed and starts to pace.

“My mother made an appearance last night.”
You had heard a lot about Talia over the years, none of it had been good in any sense of the word.

“She wants…wanted me to come back home with her. I obviously refused, but the situation ended in an altercation between her and my father. I am slightly worried that this will not be the end to her crusade to get me back. Things could become….extreme to say the least.”
You sit up from the bed and move to stand in his way.

“You pace any more and there will be a track in my carpet. You and your dad are some great people. I’ve yet to meet a situation that the two of you couldn’t handle, especially if your brothers join in, You have nothing to be worried about.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You always seem to know what to say.”

He smiled and then did something unexpected, he hugged you. The moment his arms made contact with your skin it was like a bucket of ice water was dumped over your head.

You were instantly transported back to Damian’s past. You saw a toddler crying out for the loving touch of a mother, a small boy void of all emotion in the middle of training with a sword, and him in the Robin outfit having a horrible reaction to what looked like Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

You don’t know how long you had been in Damian’s past but when you came through you definitely weren’t standing anymore.

It took a few seconds but when you could focus you saw Damian kneeling in front of you a concerned look across his face.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay? Talk to me please!”
You looked at him for a moment before flinging your arms around his neck as tears streamed down your face.

“Oh Dami, I am so sorry that you’ve had to live through all that. No one should have to do that. I want you to know that no matter what your mother has done that you are loved. By your father, by your brothers and Alfred and me. You don’t ever have to go to whatever that awful place was.”

Halfway through speaking Damian stiffened. He had never told you anything about the league or how his mother had treated him during trading, but you seemed to know everything.

He slowly unwound your arms from his neck and held you at arms length.

“Y/N, how do you know about the League?”

“League? What league?”

“The League of Assassins, it was where I was raised, in Nanda Parbat. The was the awful place you were mentioning?”

You paused for a second.

“I guess so? I don’t see super specifics, only snippets like I was watching a movie.”

He looked at you with confusion.

“What to you mean by ‘see’ Y/N?”

You look down at your hands and contemplate telling him the truth. You guess it’s inevitable since he just witnessed one of your episodes.

“I’m…um…I’m what’s known as an Empath. If I touch someone I can see their past and feel their emotions. Sometimes I can even take those memories away if they want. I usually keep it in check and try not to touch or tell people. Most of the time they think it’s an invasion of their privacy. You caught me off guard so when we hugged I was overwhelmed.”

He sat back on his heels and looked like he was contemplating the information you just unloaded onto him.

After a few minutes he looked you in the eye. “Why didn’t you tell me before now?”

“Being seen as a freak isn’t exactly something I enjoy, Damian, so I learned a long time ago that not telling people was best. It not like you been truthful either, Robin.”

“Tt. I guess you’re right. Although there is literally no one that knows I’m Robin except my family.”

“I feel so honored then,” the sarcasm only slightly evident in your tone.

“Okay, okay. How about from here on out we agree to no more secrets between the two of us?”

He raised his hand with his pinky finger held out.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he truly wanted to be honest with you, and deep down you felt that he probably needed someone to be honest with. After a few seconds you link your pinky with his.

“Sounds like a plan Bub.”

NCT Superpower AU

I had the idea to do this and I instantly fell in love with the concepts! So this well be a mini masterlist for this series! I hope you enjoy!!!

NCT U And NCT 127 Superpowers
NCT Dream Superpowers

Chapter One: “Prologue”
Chapter Two: “The Boy With Flowers”
Chapter Three: “The Boy With Fire”
Chapter Four: “The Boy With Frost”
Chapter Five: “The Boy With Wind”
Chapter Six: “The Boy With Magic”
Chapter Seven: “The Boy Who Heals”
Chapter Eight: “The Boy With Time On His Side”
Chapter Nine: “The Boy With Sparks”
Chapter Ten: “The Boy Who Hides”
Chapter Eleven: “The Boy With Thoughts”
Chapter Twelve: “Not So Different After All”
Chapter Thirteen: “Roommates”
Chapter Fourteen: “We’re Not Alone”
Chapter Fifteen: “More Alike Than We Thought”
Chapter Sixteen: “Someone Out There”
Chapter Seventeen: “The Music Room”
Chapter Eighteen: “What’s On Your Mind?”
Chapter Nineteen: “How Did You Know I Was Here?”
Chapter Twenty: “Maybe Things Won’t Be So Bad”
Chapter Twenty-One: “How To Spend A Summer In Five Days”
Chapter Twenty-Two: “You Look A Little Lonely, Think You Could Help Me Out?”
Chapter Twenty-Three: “Just Like Us”
Chapter Twenty-Four: “ The Neo City Café”
Chapter Twenty-Five: “You’re Good Kid”
Chapter Twenty-Six: “This Will Be Our Year”
Chapter Twenty-Seven: “Freshmen and Foreigners”
Chapter Twenty-Eight: “New Beginnings”
Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Meet The Crew”
Chapter Thirty: “Stop And Stare A While”

Hate To See Your Heartbreak (Captain America x Reader)

im binge writing cos i have to stay awake till 2 to get to airport for my 6am flight so yay !! fun!! 

based (ish) of the song by paramore and just lots of fluff 


Song; Hate To Your Heartbreak by Paramore

Request; none

Other characters featured; none


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; none for once lol

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

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Cute moments with your boyfriend Peter Parker would include...

a/n: I hope no one thinks I’m copying anyone else’s work I just have a lot of mini scenarios with Peter I could totally imagine happening. [requests are still open.]

  • Peter would definitely talk about How to fix broken DVD players or computers while you laid in his bed watching him speak so enthusiastically. 
  • You, of course, wouldn’t need this information because if you ever needed a repair Peter would do it, but it was still super cute watching him geek out. 
  • Peter always walking you home after school, even though you were fully capable of walking alone. His excuse being he liked keeping you company and he always was persistent about carrying your backpack too.
  • Having a Polaroid camera, and taking a bunch of pictures of peter and him of you. Especially of those cute, spontaneous city dates, you guys too often.
  • Peter always ending said dates around sunset and getting you home around that time too because he “doesn’t want your parents to think he’s a bad kid.”
  • Peter constantly reminding you are way too good for him and you usually shut up his ramblings about that by kissing him.
  • Hanging out with Peter in the snow and accidentally slipping and breaking a arm, so he immediately appoints himself as your personal caregiver.
  • At the emergency room, Peter being terrified while waiting for your parents to arrive because he feels guilty and thinks your parents are going to blame him.
  •  Finding it really hard to make out with Peter on his bed with your broken arm, so it always ends with you guys laughing and cuddling instead.
  • You, one day accidentally ripping your jeans while at his house, and him having to help you out of them since your arm is still broken.
  • Throughout having to help you He’s squeezing his eyes shut so hard you’re afraid he might hurt himself. Anytime his hand brushes over your leg, he blushes intensely and apologizes even though you reassure him its okay.
  • Anytime you mention you want any type of food from the anywhere, Peter usually shows up with it at your door at a nearly impossible timing.
  • Out of nowhere he starts acting really weird and breaking almost everything he touches in biology class.
  • He also begins avoiding you, which causes you to think the worst so when he does pop up at your home one day you’re crying super hard.
  • He has no choice but to tell you what’s going on with him and it brings you too closer.
  • Peter accidentally webbing one of your hands to his bed sheets when you two are making out more times than he’d like to admit.

onetrappedunder  asked:

Bendy, since you are a demon , do you have any memories of how hell is like? Or if there is even a hell? Do you think that Ink has it's origins there?

“Maybe my ink has its ‘origins’ in real life Hell, but I kinda doubt Boris, Bianca or Betty have any Hellfire runnin’ through their veins. Nice folk, ya know?

Look, okay, seriously, I don’t know much for sure, so take all this with a pinch ‘a salt, but I thought about this a lot, and I’m pretty sure the Ink ain’t from Hell. Ain’t even sure there is a Hell (though probably yes, right? I mean me an’ Alice are kinda living proof of that stuff, maybe?)

The Ink has something to do with er…

The um… ‘Other side’?

Me and Alice are Hell and Heaven-y, but we’re not the poster kids for the Ink. All toons are made of Ink, and they sure ain’t all bad like me. I know the Ink is magic, but just coz it’s black don’t mean it’s black magic. Got it? It just is. It ain’t good or bad.

I’m still figuring it out, but I dunno if there even is any answers for real, so don’t hold your breath. All I know is the Ink ain’t evil. Dangerous, but not evil. (It’s only evil the way I use it!)” -BTDD

What I’ve Been Looking For

This is for @highladyfxyre who loves Mor above everything else. Also @queen-archeron who’s on temporary leave, so when she comes there’s a cute surprise waiting for her. Is anyone else out there Mor trash? Yeah, me too.

Happy Tuesday everybody! I just nailed a test and got inspired, but don’t expect it to happen too often. I mean the nailing tests part, obviously

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Summary: Mor needs a break from her perfect family so she takes a walk through Velaris, only for an opportunity for radical change in her life to arise.

Originally posted by arabellawrites

Mor was walking through the Rainbow, just having come out for a walk after a family lunch. It was always nice seeing everyone, the kids, their friends having finally found happiness. And after everything that had happened in the war, she couldn’t be more glad for it.

The thing was, she didn’t feel like she was getting any of that ‘magic’ for herself.

Sure, she wasn’t dead, but everyone had gotten a happy ending. Nesta and Cassian, Feyre and Rhys, Elain and Az… 

Mor deserved it too. Or at least, so she thought.

She had gotten out of there because it was too much. It happened sometimes and when it did, she knew she had to take a walk and think some things through.

That’s exactly what she was doing when a shrilling scream pulled her out of her reverie. It was high pitched and seemed to be a child’s.

She turned her head frantically, searching for the origin of it. Finally she located it coming from a little building on the side of the road. She headed straight for the door and burst into what seemed to be the only room of that house. In it she saw a healer, marked by her grey uniform, taking care of a woman who was lying on a matress on the floor. Beside that woman there was a little girl, with deep brown hair and shining amber eyes, barely four years of age. The girl was shaking the woman on the makeshift bed, and tears were streaming down her precious, big round eyes.

Now that Mor was closer, she could make out what the kid was saying.


Inmediately, Mor went to her side, pried her from what seemed to be her mother and after a lot of fighting, picked her up, enveloping the girl in her arms and soothing her with a gentle voice.

“Shhhhhhh, sweetie. Shhhhh. We need to let the healer do her job okay? Shhhhh. She’s doing what she can to bring your mommy back yeah?”

Even through those words, the baby didn’t stop crying so Mor started swaying a bit and looked around the room.

Now that the kid was with her, and not in any danger, she allowed herself to watch her surroundings.

The rooom was indeed the only one in the house, and it had spaces. There was a tiny kitchen with only a burner on it and a sink. No food on it either. Next to it was a bathroom that consisted of a toilet and a sink, which made her wonder how they washed themselves. The question was answered a glance later, when she found the couch with a homemade, thin, weathered blanket and beside it a bucket.

Carefully, she took a look on the sobbing child in her arms and examined her more closely. Just as she had noticed around the house, the girl wasn’t well kept either. She looked malnourished, the collarbone protruding from her very old and big shirt; as well as greasy and undone, messy hair, dirty nails and hollowed out eyes.

Mor started wondering what type of person could let a child live like this, and how could everyone have missed this.

Again, she was pulled out of her head when the healer stepped away from the mum, looking at her and shaking her head while she took the blanket and threw it on top of the now dead woman.

Then, she approached her, curtsying to the Morrigan.

“My lady” she bowed.

“Don’t. Just Mor, please. What’s your name? What happened?” 

“I’m Iris. Neighbours heard the little girl screaming and called for me. When I came the woman was barely concious and I got to work but it was too late. I’m not even sure what killed her.”

At those words the little kid started crying even louder, but this time, Mor set her down, put her hands on the very thin arms and stared at her.

“Sweetie, what happened to your mommy?” she asked softly.


“Baby, we know, but we need you to tell us everything. Okay, we’ll start easy. What’s your name?”

“A.. A-Annie” cried the girl.

“Okay, Annie. Where are you from? Have you lived here all your life?”

“N-no. We moved he-here a few days ago… from the Hewn City”

At that Mor’s eyes widened, but quickly recovered her composure and turned to reasure the kid.

“That’s good. It’s nicer here, isn’t it.”

Looking into her eyes Annie nodded.

“Ok, now. I know it hurts, but can you tell me what happened to your mum?”

“She ate something bad. We didn’t have food when we scaped and we’d found this abandoned building so we moved in. But yesterday was the day that everyone from the Court of Nightmares could visit and mommy was scared that if they saw us they’ll force us to go back so we hid here all day. But we got so hungry, mummy stole fruit from the bad guys. We didn’t eat it until this morning, when she had a bite and then started coughing and spitting and then she fell to the floor and…” she got out through her sobbing. At the end though, she resumed it.

Mor promptly picked her up again, hugged her hard and started rocking her.

The healer took a look around the room and found the discarded, bitten fruit.

It was general knowledge that everything coming from the court visiting was spoiled or poisoned, but the mom probably had gotten desperate, hadn’t know and had tried a bite before her daughter, only for it to kill her.

When the healer finished inspecting the apple, she looked up and spoke.

“It is indeed poisoned. Ash wood dust, inyected into the core, making it look like a perfect piece.” 

Silence was the only thing that followed.

Mor headed for the door, and only when she was out did she dare ask.

“What are we going to do with the kid?”

Iris critically glanced at the creature in Mor’s arms and concluded.

“I would like to do a check-up on her, because she’s probably going to need vitamins and some pills to pull her out of her malnutrition state, not just a healthy diet. Besides that… I don’t really know. No orphans have ever appeared in Velaris, so there’s no set path for this. I suppose that we’ll have to take it out to the High Lord.”

“Don’t. Can I adopt her?” she looked down to the little girl, who had stopped crying somewhere in the middle of their conversation and was now fast asleep, the events of the day having worn her down. “Look, I know that your going to say that it’s not your decision to make. But I’m healthy, I have the means to take care of her and I actually want to. Isn’t that worth something?”

The healer looked dubiously at her, then slowly nodded.

“It is worth something, but the High Lord is the one who has to agree on this.”

“I know, I know. And I’ll tell him. I guess, what I’m asking is, don’t tell him that this girl needs a family. Tell him that I want this girl to be my family.”

“Okay. But if the High Lord is the problem, I have a better idea” said Iris, smirking.

After that, they had gone to Mor’s bedroom, Annie still fast asleep, and with no other impediments, they got to work.

Iris completed the examination without waking her once, and told Mor exactly what to buy for the girl.

Right then, Feyre was called in. When the situation was explained, she agreed to sign whatever papers were necessary to make Mor’s new dream family happen; and even took a turn holding Annie.

Not too long afterwards, the kid woke up and was explained and informed of everything that was going to happen, if she wanted. After a little more crying, she sobered up and spoke.

“So, you want to be my new mummy?”

“Yeah, I do. With all my heart. And I’m going to take such good care of you: I’m going to buy you dresses, do your hair, introduce you to some friends and family, and most important, I’m going to love you as if you were my own.” got out Mor, silver lining her eyes.

“But I want my old mummy”

“And she will always be your mum. But she’s gone now and you get to have two mommies, maybe even three one day” she said, giving a side look to the healer who had made it all possible, and who she was starting to look with different eyes.

The kid looked down into her lap, then quickly up.

“Okay. But you have to promise me something.”

“What is it?”

“You can’t die too.”

“I promise I’ll do anything in my power not to.”

That seemed to be enough because she then proceeded to jum into her arms and buried her head into her new mum’s neck. Then, started speaking again.

“Morrigan? Can I-?

“Hey, hey, none of that. If I’m going to be your mum then you at least have to call me Mor. I know that you won’t like to call me mum for a while and that’s okay. But, only my enemies call me Morrigan.” interrupted Mor, shaking the girl a little.

“Okay. Mor?”

“Yeah sweetie?”

“Can I meet your family? I wanna get all the meetings over today.”

At that, everyone in the room bursted out laughing.

That same night, lying in bed with her new daughter in her arms, fast asleep, Mor thought how the day had developed. Her running out at lunch, meeting Annie, meeting Iris, who had given her her directions so they could go out sometime, and obviously, check on Annie periodically; the baby agreeing to her, her meeting all the family, Rhys crying because she had finally found the happy ending she deserved…

But most of all, the rightness of it all. 

There, lying in her bed, with Annie’s breathing breaking the silence, she felt complete, as if a piece of her that was missing had been brought back.

And she was happy.

anonymous asked:

hiii I love and appreciate your blog ❤️!! I was wondering if you can do a hc where both jimin and jungkook are popular but hang out w diff people but they have a thing for eachother they just haven't made it official and everyone just knows they're pining for eachother and ship them sm!! can you maybe do suuper nice and angelic jimin while jungkook is all sports and stuff <3 happy ending please 💞

thank youuu ofc i will do my best! i hope you don’t mind, but i’m gonna take some liberties with this and make it into a social media thing! where they both run popular youtube channels and they both like each other and all their fans and friends think they’re cute and ship them lmao. i may be inspired by jo’s social media/vlogger au ( @shyjimins thanks ily) PS - this might be really long, i’m having fun. update: it’s so fucking long i sorry.

+ “TAEHYUNG HOLY SHIT!!” jungkook called out. “dude i’m right here why are you yelling??” taehyung said. jungkook turned his laptop screen around showing taehyung what he was so excited about. 

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