honestly this show only just started and they already make me want to scream my lungs out

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.

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From Enemies to Lovers. Pt:12

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst & gradual fluff

Pt:1 Pt:2  Pt:3  Pt:4  Pt:5  Pt:6  Pt:7 Pt:8 Pt:9 Pt:10 Pt:11 Pt:12 Pt:13 Pt:14 Pt:15FINALE

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Y/N’s p.o.v

I stood outside the same fried chicken place and wondered whether or not to order some before walking the rest of my way over to the boys’ place. I had ddeokbokki with me and a large pizza WITH pineapples already but I feel as though I should get some chicken too. But would it be too much? What if Jin thought I bought it specifically for him, or what if the thinks that I’m trying to win him over or something? At the end, I walked into the chicken place and placed my order, because if I’m being honest with myself… I only ever got this chicken because of him.

Walking over to the dorm with my arms full of food wasn’t the easiest but I got there, I felt nervous just standing outside the door. I managed to ring the doorbell and Jimin opened the door with a big smile on his face once he had seen me.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jimin chirped, which then alerted all the other members to come to the door and greet me. He took the food out of my arms and passed them along for others to hold while I took my shoes off at the entrance.

“I was invited over.” I smiled and said. 

“By whom?” Taehyung eagerly asked.

“By me.” All the attention that was originally placed on me, shifted over towards Jin where everyone wore a confused look on their faces. 

“Hyung, you invited Y/N over?” Jungkook questioned as his eyebrows furrowed, showing a mix of confusion but happiness at the same time.

“Yeah I invited her, is there a problem?” Sassy as always Kim Seokjin.

“No, of course not. It’s just that I thought you two didn’t get along, what’s going on?” Hobi replied his hyung with curiosity.

“That’s different now, we’re getting along just fine.” Jin said looking directly at me whilst sending over a warm and genuine smile. I could get used to this butterfly feeling in my stomach. He walked over and pulled me into a hug, I of course hugged him back. I looked behind him to see all the guys look at us in total confusion.

“Guys we’re friends now, we’ve sorted everything now can we please eat? I’m starving.” I say, ushering everyone over to the dining area.

We spent a lot of time talking and eating, and after that we thought it’d be a good idea to watch a movie. I plopped onto the sofa and Jin came to sit next to me.

“What are we watching?” I questioned everyone. 

“Sinister two.” Jungkook said all giddy, obviously excited to put on this horror film. I hated horrors and so did Hobi. 

“What, why are we watching a horror? It’s already late!” Hobi whined. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to watch it but I didn’t want to ruin their fun.

The movie started playing and honestly I was completely terrified watching it, I unknowingly hid my face in Jin’s shoulder, but quickly whispered an apology when I had realised what I was doing. He didn’t say anything, instead he lifted his arm and draped it around me, pulling me closer to him and allowing me to hide whenever I needed to. My heart raced, it felt so right but yet it feels so wrong. I shouldn’t be sat here like this, I didn’t want my feelings for him to come back but I think it’s already too late, the feelings that I had only just got rid of, returned.

Jin’s p.o.v

I was happy to see her walking through the front door, and I was especially happy to see that she had bought food with her and my favourite chicken. I didn’t want to think that she bought it especially for me, but in my mind I secretly hoped that it was, because that meant she thought of me.

Eating altogether for the first time was nice, every time she would smile because of something one of us had said I’d catch myself looking at her. Her smile was bright and really pretty. It was as if her smile was contagious because whenever she smiled, I smiled too.

I plopped down right beside her before the movie started, without saying a word. The movie started and she seemed somewhat tense, was she scared? That question I had that circled my mind was soon answered when she hid her face in my shoulder, trying to hold back her scream. Hoseok on the other hand didn’t even bother to hide his face and hold back a scream, he just screamed his lungs out. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered as she slowly raised her head and tried to sit back in an upright position, before I did another unexpected thing and put my arm around her. I wanted to reassure her, I wanted to make her feel safe, I wanted to protect her even if it was just another silly movie. She looked up at me, but didn’t shove me away like I thought she would have done, she smiled lightly and returned to look at the T.V.. Could what I feeling be true? Maybe, just maybe

…I was catching feelings.


I have a cellphone for one reason only

So… okay. Just because you all need to see it, I’ll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far I’m liking it.

Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don’t care about anything else.

As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it’s not the best, it’s 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.

Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
Rating: G.
Word Count: 1124
Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary: Akande wouldn’t really need a cellphone if it wasn’t because Lúcio always sends him cute messages.

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Kinktober2017 Day 14: Role Reversal with Klance

*Releases Day 14* *It’s supposed to be Day 15* *Hides in corner*

Altean Prince Lance x Galra Guard Keith AU

I know this isn’t exactly what role reversal normally means, but hey, I went with it.

Lance let out the dirtiest sound he had ever made in his entire life as his back arched against the bed, looking up at his bodyguard with a red face and squinting eyes.

“K-Keith…” The Altean Prince muttered weakly, writhing about as the Galra pinned his arms above his head with one hand while the other spread his legs apart, running his fingers up and down Lance’s thighs.

“You know, I’ve always thought your skin looked so smooth…now that I finally get to touch you in all these wonderful places, I can confirm just how right I was.” Keith’s teasing voice just made Lance’s face even redder as he willingly spread his legs apart wider. He knew he took very good care of his skin, not just because he was a prince, but because he liked being able to be confident in it, so hearing Keith compliment something he worked hard for made his heart warmer than it already was.

“Spreading yourself willingly for me, now, my Prince? I must say, I’ve been observing you all this time, but I never could have guessed you were so naughty.”

Lance’s face was growing red all the way up to his pointy ears as Keith continued teasing him, and he hated that getting him flustered was a specialty that the Galra bodyguard possessed. He wanted nothing more than to hide his face in his hands, but obviously that wasn’t possible right now, so he instead tried to deny it by closing his legs again.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Prince Lance.” Keith spread his own legs from in between Lance’s to spread his apart again, grinning down at him in that sexy way that showed off his fangs. “You can’t hide it anymore, Prince; and you don’t need to.” He leaned down until their chests were parallel, pressing soft kisses to Lance’s forehead, and if those made him melt, the words he spoke next made him implode. “I’ll take good care of you, always.”

Honestly, Lance was ready to start tearing up from how sweet Keith always was to him, always more than a bodyguard, always there for him physically and emotionally, and he wanted to express all his gratitude, but his emotional outburst was cut of as Keith’s finger prodded his hole.

“Oh!” Lance gasped, body suddenly tensing up at the sudden feeling. Keith immediately began kissing every inch of his face, showering him in claims of “you’re so pretty” and “you know I’ll never hurt you”. Lance did know. He knew Keith would never hurt him, and in the end, that was what relaxed him completely as he let the Galra slip his finger inside, squirming a bit at the unusual but welcome sensation.

“Keith…” he whispered, already panting from how hot his body felt.

“Shh…” Keith shushed him soothingly, hand moving from his wrists to stroke his white hair. He didn’t have to hold Lance down anymore and he knew it, doing whatever he could to show the Prince his love as a second finger slipped inside of him, and the two appendages began working together to stretch Lance’s walls in two separate directions, covering themselves in his Altean self-lubricant and slicking up his walls.

“Oh god Keith…” Lance was finding out that he was very verbal during intimate sessions, and that he apparently loved crying out his lover’s name as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the feeling of the fingers moving around inside of him, getting him even wetter than he already was. Being Altean, he was pretty sure his hole would just adjust to whatever size was needed for Keith’s dick before readjusting to give him pleasure, but Keith wanted to go the extra mile and prepare him like this anyways, which only strengthened the sentimentality of the gesture. God, Lance loved him more than he ever thought it was possible to love anything. He wanted him more than he ever thought it was possible to want anything.

“Keith…” His hands weren’t being held down anymore, so he moved them to grab the wrist of the hand that was stroking his hair, opening his eyes to look up at Keith pleadingly. He forgot to speak for a second when he met those yellow Galra eyes full of so much care. Only the beating of his heart reminded him that he was alive, and remembering that he was alive made him remember how much he wanted a certain something. “Keith, I’m okay…but you’re gonna kill me if you don’t get inside of me soon…”

Keith blinked in surprise for a tick before grinning, digging his fingers in deeper. “Oh, I will, will I? I suppose they’ll arrest me for treason for killing the Prince of Altea.” He snickered, and Lance hit his arm playfully, face reddening more.

“Keith…please, I…I need it.” Relief flooded through Lance as he felt the fingers pull out of him, replaced by something much larger and hotter pressing against his entrance. Just feeling it made Lance shiver and whine, hole gaping wide and ready for Keith’s large Galra dick. He waited…and waited. And then, he curled his back to look up at Keith.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you doing it?” To his surprise, Keith’s face didn’t like teasing at all; he wasn’t even smiling as he stared back at Lance. Frustration took hold of him as he desperately pushed against the head of Keith’s cock, needing it inside of him. “Keith, just do it! That is an order from your Prince!”

“You’re not my prince.”

Lance’s eyes widened, and his entire body was seized by fear as he stared at Keith’s unforgiving eyes. “I’m…not your…?”

“You’re revoking your title as Prince and giving it to me.” Keith said, voice completely serious. “You’re going to call me ‘your highness’, and you’re nothing more than a peasant now. Understood? If not, I’ll just go ahead and let you tend to your own needs.” He began slowly pulling back, immediately making Lance’s arm shoot forward in panic.

“No!” Lance gasped out, gulping. “N-no…please…your highness.” Just hearing those words leave his mouth directed towards Keith made both of them shiver in satisfaction. It wasn’t that they weren’t happy with their current roles, but the power swap that came with reversing their roles was just so exhilarating for them both.

“In that case…” Keith pushed forward, sliding his cock into Lance’s dripping hole and groaning as the walls contracted in response to his thickness immediately.

Lance’s breathing was already picking up pace as he gripped the bedsheets and clenched his teeth together, a long, drawn out whimpering sound escaping him as he felt his hole being filled up. It wasn’t long before Keith’s cock was completely buried inside of him, and they stared at each other for a bit, unmoving. Then, Lance got impatient and tried rocking back.

“Please…move Keith…” The glare he got quickly reminded himself of the role reversal as he squirmed. “Please move, your highness…”

Finally, the smile returned to Keith’s face as he cupped Lance’s face. “You’re going to have to beg your Prince a lot better than that, darling. You have to beg me to fuck you.”

Lance’s heart pounded against his chest in humiliation, but his pride was one of the last things on his mind as he felt Keith’s cock pulsing from inside of him, offering to move if he could just convince him to. He gulped and took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the filthy language he was about to unleash.

“Fuck me…your highness.”


“Fuck me, your highness!”

“Is this how you treat royalty?”

“Please fuck me, your highness!”


“PLEASE FUCK ME YOUR HIGHNESS!” Lance was shouting at the top of his lungs, his body a mixture of frustration from how much he needed something he wasn’t being given and lust from how hot Keith was making this. To his relief, his final screams had been enough, and Keith started to really fuck him, wasting no time in going slow simply because he didn’t need to.

Huge sparks of passion and pleasure were flaring through Lance’s body repeatedly, and the process was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He tried to focus on breathing so that he wouldn’t just pass out, but it was proving impossible for him to remember how to focus on anything anymore as his body spasmed and shook with each massive thrust of Keith’s cock.

“Lance, fuck!” Keith grunted with each thrust, slamming deep inside of Lance and into his prostate, which only added onto the pleasure he was already receiving just from being filled up.

“Fuck me your highness, please fuck me harder, make me lose my mind, your highness, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!” Lance was crying out and screaming so many things he couldn’t even comprehend it all, couldn’t even be sure if he was speaking coherently as he begged and begged his royalness to fuck him more. After all, Lance wasn’t royalty in this situation; he could say as many dirty things as he wanted to. As a result, constant streams of “Fuck me!” were coming out of his mouth at the top of his lungs, only encouraging Keith to do exactly as he begged.

Keith was literally making him lose his mind by fucking him, and he was even forgetting that not being a prince was just a role reversal thing, completely submitting himself into his new role beneath Keith.

“Fuck me your highness, bless me with your seed, please, I need you inside of me!” He begged, eyes wide with lust as he did his best to thrust back to meet Keith’s hips, although he could barely feel his legs from how hard his body was being pounded. He was clawing at the sheets and trying to express the insane amounts of pleasure shooting through his body in any way he could, including screams, but he just couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself as he lost himself in the lust and passion and ecstasy of Keith’s cock.

The Galra on top didn’t seem to be doing much better with his self control, letting out constant growls and roars as he went back to pinning Lance down, hips ramming forward with everything he had, balls slapping against Lance and making obnoxiously loud slapping noises. He was definitely close - too close for either of them to stop now.

“Lance…! Fuck, Lance, I’m gonna…cum! Gonna fill you with my…royal seed! That what you want?! Come on baby!” He smacked Lance’s ass, causing a shaky yelp to escape him.

“Ah! Yes, please! Please your highness! Fill me up, I need you! I…PLEASE!” All Lance could do in the end was plead and beg and scream as he felt Keith cum, his hot, sticky Galra seed flooding Lance’s royal Altean body and staining his insides. The sensation of being stuffed sent Lance over the edge, and he came alongside Keith as they both screamed and pressed their bodies as close together as possible. Keith’s cum filled Lance completely while the Altean’s cum shot all over their chests, the bed shaking and squeaking from all their passionate bucking.

They slowly began coming down from their sex high as their orgasms died off, leaving both boys panting and staring at each other with passionate looks that also said ‘what just happened’.

Keith slowly pulled out of the prince, wincing at the squelching sounds that followed his dick before he shuffled off to the side and fell down next to his lover. Silence ensued between them, just listening to the sound of each other’s heaving chests and relishing in the pleasure they’d just experienced.

“…I love you.” Lance honestly didn’t know what else to say, so he just blurted out his feelings out, snuggling backwards into Keith’s chest. The Galra immediately wrapped his arms around Lance, kissing the back of his neck.

“I love you, too.” He assured. Lance keened at that, smiling wider than he ever had as he sighed.

“Oh, also, that was amazing. Thank you, Keith.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘your highness’?”

Lance scowled and shoved back against Keith playfully, and they both laughed tiredly as they lay on the bed to go to sleep.

Act Like You Love Me - Part Two

A/N: So here’s part two. I’d really love some feedback. 
Word count: 2,502
Part One


January 9 th, 2023

It was a rather chilly summer day in Pickering, when you made your way towards the house. You felt a lump in your throat, letting the sickness rush over you as you rang the doorbell.

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Wrapped Around; pt.7

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 13k words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut | Warnings: Anxiety, a lot of sad talk ):

A/N: wew a super late update haha thanks for being patient ya cuties. team tae i know you’ve been waiting!! anyway, it’s a pretty heavy chapter emotions-wise and I hope that y’all wont be too put off by it /: 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


Looks like you were going to have to look for another cuddle partner when you get back on campus and you had just the right person in mind…

A certain Kim Taehyung perhaps?

Jimin doesn’t understand why every time he thinks he’s getting somewhere with you, life throws him a curveball. It frustrates him, infuriates him to his core, and he wonders how people do this, fall in and out of numerous relationships all the time. The chase alone was tiring him out but his heart yearns for you, aches for you… despite the numerous times his head tells him this was all just too much work.

He sits in the movie theatre alone, watching the show he had planned to watch with you, his phone in his hand as he awaits your reply. At the very least, you’re answering his texts now, telling him about how you’ve been going out to meet all your friends and he finds himself wondering if you had an equivalent to Mina waiting for you back home. He shudders at the thought of having another boy aside from Taehyung to worry about.

Jimin lets out a sigh as he watches a string of messages come in. Every attempt Jimin made at trying to explain himself, or clearly define what the both of you are or where any of this is heading, is completely brushed away by you. You would skip the message completely, choosing instead to start a new topic of conversation. Jimin tried numerous times to steer the conversation back to something along the lines of ’so, what exactly are we?’ but after the 4th diversion, he admits defeat. The very fact that you’re talking to him at all is something he’s thankful for after all the radio silence he had experienced the previous week.

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Retreat (Voltron Fic)

“Keith, retreat!” Shiro yelled as he dodged the oncoming army, he was clearing a way to Pidge’s lion.

“They have Lance!” Keith grunted and surged forward, trying to get through the swarms of bots but to no avail, there was just too many of them. 

“W-who has Lance?” Hunk’s worried voice comes from over the comms, he was outside the ship with yellow, helping the castle take down ships.

“I’m not sure! I can see him now but he’s unconscious and they’re taking him somewhere,” Keith yelled as he slashed his way through the army. “I can’t get to him.”

He was getting desperate now, swinging wildly as he ran in Lance’s direction. 

“Keith!” Shiro yelled but Keith didn’t stop to listen, he was close to Lance. The only problem was that the Galra carrying Lance was a few feet taller than Keith and he was already standing through the doorway. 

“Lance!!” Keith bellowed and lunged forward, trying to get to him before the door shut. A button was pushed and the door shut with a hiss. Keith banged into the wall with a loud thud, he yelled desperately while banging on the door.

“Keith, we have to go” Shiro yelled as he got to Keith’s side and protected him from being hit by the army that was closing in quickly. “now!”

“No!” Keith yelled and sliced at an incoming Galra, “Lance is still here,”

“If we don’t go now Lance won’t be the only one captured,” Shiro said and started making his way through the attacking army, Keith stayed next to the door and attacked it with his activated bayard. The door didn’t budge. 

“Pidge do you know where Lance is?” Keith yelled over the Comms and cleared some of the many enemy while he waited desperately for a reply. There was a moment of silence before Pidge answered.

“No, my signal’s being scrambled, we need to go back to the ship,” Pidge cursed and thudding was heard on the line, “We need to go, now, they’ve found me.”

A scuffle and Pidge’s quiet whoop was heard faintly by Keith before her line disconnected. Keith wanted to cry, they were going to have to leave Lance here. He cursed loudly and swung at a few bots before running through the crowd -slicing as he went- and making it to the Lion where Shiro and Pidge were, all puffed out.

The Galran army were closing in quick, even with how much they took down there was still hundreds left. They piled into the lion and Pidge quickly took off, taking a few of the enemies out in the process. 

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“Shock Control” - Oneshot

“Shock Control” - Oneshot

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Bruce Banner  x Reader

Word Count: 2,215

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: None that I can tell? Please let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Reader has the power to control electricity, but is still learning to control it. Bruce helps most of the time. But when he goes out on a mission, things don’t go so smoothly back at the compound.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Author’s Note: So I am still on my hiatus, but I wrote this a week ago and decided to post it now. This will be my last fic for a couple of weeks probably. This is just a random idea I had awhile ago. It wasn’t meant to be this long, but I’m a wordy bitch. Lol. Hope you enjoy! Also, there needs to be more Bruce fics. Just sayin’

Also, @the-witching-hours12-3 is honestly one of the best online friends I’ve ever made. She is so supportive and caring and so amazing in every way. Her writing is equally amazing. Please go show her some much deserved love.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

I’m so sorry to make you guys wait, but life isn’t the kindest thing and i can only do so much. 


- DreaSaurusREX

It’s only been a couple of months since you started living at the compound with the other Avengers, but you’ve known Tony and Bruce for a while. There was an electrical fire in the middle of a forest in Michigan, you were the center of it. You could manipulate electrical energy thanks to Hydra, but you didn’t know how to control it. The only one who was able to help you get things under control was Bruce. Your electricity was like his “other guy”; you lost control of it during emotional outbursts. But thanks to Bruce, now you were able call on it when you wanted, not just through emotions.

That being said, you still had trouble with control some days; Today was one of those days.

Bruce, Tony, Wanda, Natasha, and Vision were in Russia tracking down another Hydra base. The base had been known for its chemical work, hence the science bros were both on the mission. You thought you were going to be okay; Just go about your daily schedule and relax. But after a week, you started to feel yourself faltering. You hadn’t broken down or anything, but that fear still lingered.

You knew you weren’t doing too great. You were so worried about something triggering you, causing you to lose control again, and Bruce wouldn’t be there to help. You were still working with him on being able to calm down by yourself.

You also had been thinking a lot about Bruce, outside of him helping you. You couldn’t help but realize that you had feelings for him. You couldn’t tell him though; It’d make things awkward. Bruce is the closest person you have, you couldn’t risk losing that because of feelings.

You were leaning against the edge of the hangar with Sam, looking at the view outside, lost in your own thoughts. It wasn’t until Sam poked your arm that you realized how lost you were.

“You doing alright, Sparky?” You had actually taken to liking this nickname that a lot of the team used for you. You smiled at him  before shrugging, your smile slowly falling.

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SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 4- Lean on Me
Taking Care of You
Summary: Sasuke, Naruto and Boruto have just returned from their fight against Momoshiki. Sakura was waiting for them, and she was ready to take care of her boys.
Her heart was beating faster with every minute gone by with no sign of them. Lungs demanding for air, adrenaline running through her veins and her hands were sweating in pure anxiety, as the pink haired woman was clearly afraid of the unknown. She was terrified, for her boys were still out there— wherever the hell out there was— and yet, she had to keep it all inside because she was not alone on the top of the Hokage tower. There were people around her. Her subordinates, her friends and her daughter, and they were all depending on her strength.

They were all scared. Probably more so than her. They were praying and holding each other’s hands in order to unite forces, as their hope slowly escaped their hearts.

It reminded her of how it felt to watch it all from behind as her comrades risked their lives fighting Madara. When she was left to heal those who needed, while she could only hear the despair from all those scared souls, and when everyone was looking at her as if expecting she would offer them protection and comfort.

Yes, it felt just like the war, again. With all those eyes and that heavy atmosphere, Sakura could feel the weight of the world falling over her shoulders. And just like that time— and during so many others—, when the ones surrounding her started to lose faith, the Uchiha matriarch took it upon herself to make sure no one gave up. Even if she didn’t have answers, and even if she was as lost as all those around her, she had to be strong. No matter what, she was not letting anyone give up on them.

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Don’t Be A Fool (Smut)


Request: Could you write something that has to do with laur coming to the show and neither y/n or Shawn knows about it so there’s a little argument? But ends with smut.

Word count: 3,090

A/N: I don’t hate Lauren. 

Don’t Be A Fool (Smut)  

“I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long” You sang along with the rest of the crowed.

Though, you’d been with Shawn to what seemed like a million of his shows, you never got tired of singing the words aloud.

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FanFic Writer Appreciation

I have been dying to make this post all day but couldn’t find any time to sneak away to my computer to do it. I love gushing over everyone. Come closer and let me fangirl over you, please!

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Ask For Help

Two months have passed since you had given birth to your baby girl and life was extremely hectic. Since bringing Ashton home from the hospital, Harry had been busy promoting his new movie as well as his first solo tour while you were balancing being a new mom with finishing your second semester of graduate school.

In the beginning Harry was at your side as often as possible, but with the demands of his career lately he was rarely in the same country as you and the baby. Of course, you knew that it wasn’t necessarily Harry’s fault that he wasn’t around.

And you weren’t necessarily alone, your mother had come to stay with you for a few weeks until you felt like you had gotten the hang of things. Anne had popped in a few times to help as well, after all she understood just as much as you about Harry’s absence. You were grateful for the help and after a few phone calls and skype sessions you had finally reassured your mother, Anne, and Harry that you were okay to be on your own while he was gone.

However, just a few short weeks after Harry had come back home from promoting Dunkirk when things should have been getting easier for you, instead the stress piled on worse.

Ashton had been particularly fussy lately and your schoolwork was piling up, not to mention the constant calls and emails you were receiving from clients ‘Hoping not to bother you and the baby, but having a few questions about…’. Harry was helping out as much as he could, but honestly, he didn’t know much about everything you had going on because you hadn’t shared with him how you were feeling.

On Tuesday morning, Harry had gone to a few local radio stations for some quick interviews deciding on his way home that he should pick something sweet for you as a little pick me up. He had noticed that lately you seemed a little glum and he wanted to cheer you up.

After stopping at your neighborhood bakery and picking out a few treats he knew you loved and even some that neither of you had tried, Harry made the remainder of his journey home. Wanting to surprise you when he showed up, he quietly unlocked the door and took off his boots in the entryway. Immediately after opening the door to your home, Harry heard the faint cries of his baby girl coming from upstairs. He quickly made his way to the kitchen grabbing a plate to place a couple slices of lemon blueberry bread on and popping them into the microwave for a little while making you a mug of your favorite tea.

Once everything was warm, he headed up the stairs to you and a now screaming Ashton. Assuming the two of you would be in the nursery, Harry peeked in there first, surprised to find it empty. He followed the cries down the hall to the upstairs office and peeked inside only to be completely taken aback by the sight.

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honestly i dont even really know how to begin this like??? i feel like i have so much to say it was just the best day of my Entire Ugly Life. im so honored i really am it was just the most beautiful experience ever nd also so funny lkafsfsa i can’t wait to share with you !! 

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kagehina 10

10. things you said that made me feel like shit

you’re appealing to my evil side anon,, you guys know I love angst,,,

“Can’t you do anything right, dumbass?”

Hinata spun around, arms flailing. “Hey! I got that last block!”

Kageyama looked down his nose at Hinata, one eyebrow raised critically. “Yeah, and then you totally messed up the tempo for the quick. We can’t afford that in a real match, dumbass.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “Bakayama,” he squawked, and he stomped away back to his position. Kageyama only rolled his eyes.

Practice was going well enough, despite the occasional interruptions from Kageyama and Hinata bickering as usual, or Tanaka shouting at Tsukishima to step up, or Sugawara calling everyone together to go over the synchronized attack just one more time. Ukai and Takeda talked in low voices over a clipboard, strategizing and planning. Or, Ukai did the strategizing. Takeda listened intently, nodding patiently, as almost everything Ukai said flew over his head.

A squeak of sneakers. The empty, hollow sound of the ball dropping. Takeda looked up from the clipboard in time to see Kageyama stalking towards Hinata, rolling up his sleeves and hunching his shoulders, ready to brawl. “Dumbass Hinata!” Kageyama roared. “You’re so off today! What the hell! You’re nowhere you’re supposed to be! Get focused, dumbass!”

“Hey, Kageyama,” Tanaka warned, stepping towards Kageyama, but Hinata leapt in front of him, charging up to Kageyama and nearly ramming into him with his head. He stood toe-to-toe with Kageyama, glaring up into his face. They stared at each other in mutual, seething rage, silently steaming. Then Hinata spoke.

“Fuck you, Kageyama.”

The gym exploded.

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So where’s Blizzard going with all this

I didn’t want to talk about the Roadhog comic, because I wasn’t really all that impressed by it. I feel it doesn’t add much to the story of Roadhog that wasn’t already implied by his bio and voice lines. I feel it’s for someone who checks up on the lore every now and again.

But people are already at it again with holding this comic as the proof they needed that Roadhog hates hates hates Junkrat and the homosexuals can stop now, thanks

Just… Christ. Look.

It’s not the story I would have liked, for how Roadhog and Junkrat met. It was definitely one of convenience for Roadhog. Roadhog is clearly at a financial lowpoint, and in comes this kid who needs muscle and willing to meet Roadhog’s 50% demands.

Roadhog is also in it to stick to the Queen of Junkertown. You want this kid so bad? Great, I’ll keep him from you. He’ll destroy and create chaos and get in her hair and maybe we’ll take this show on the road and fuck the world too. It’s probably why Roadhog goes along with Junkrat’s plan to travel the world for riches and bombs. Roadhog can remind the world about his home and, before Junkrat forgot about the plan and screamed their names at the top of his lungs outside Junkertown’s gates, was going to blow up the Queen. Perfect. Again, partnership of convenience.


Roadhog sure had a good time traveling the world, didn’t he? And the places where he’s actually showing joy isn’t when shit’s blowing up and civvies getting their comeuppance. Roadhog never appears thrilled during the entirety of the “Going Legit” comic, where they — ahem — hang the suit who hired them out to dry and de-tooth a police officer.

When does he looked like he’s having a great old time? Next to Junkrat, sunbathing. Next to Junkrat in a car, hanging off the edge of it whooping his lungs out. Junkrat’s “You hook ‘em and I’ll cook ‘em!” line and Roadhog’s reply “Shut up”,  turning into Roahog initiating the corniness with“I’ll hook ‘em -“ and Junkrat finishing with “ — and I’lll cook ‘em!” And let’s not forget their coordinated high five in the middle of their dancing emotes.

And if Roadhog’s just watching Junkrat because it’ll piss off everyone? Roadhog sure is letting Junkrat make himself comfortable in his home that’s he’s probably had before everything went to shit and is probably the only thing he can call his own. There might be a no-homo couch in Junkrat’s shed but apparently they eat and plan heists and watch TV together.

Where am I going with all this? That this partnership of convenience is going to slow cook itself into the other kind of partnership.

What I’m finally starting to piece together is that Blizzard likes to do traditional — with a bit of flavor. The Overwatch story so far is cliches all over the place - corporate and political espionage, disgraced soldiers, a heavy handed metaphorical stand-in for racism, the world - gasp! - not being all good or all bad - but with PoC. And a lesbian. And a person who on the autistic spectrum. And women who are of various sizes, but all various types of conventionally attractive. Overwatch is Progress Lite, essentially.

So I feel Blizzard are going with the “enemies to friends to lovers” trope for Roadrat, which fittingly is the same tag I often avoid on Roadrat fanfics on A03. It’s not my favorite. Lots of unnecessary nastiness and slow build up for the story to end at the beginning of the relationship. BO-RING.

I want to see Roadhog and Junkrat develop as a couple. Junkrat’s still a big blank slate on how he handles things outside of money. The pettiness is a nice touch, as witnessed in “The Plan” short. And this observation of Roadhog’s from the “Wasted Lane” comic — “He’s a liar. He lies to himself, most of all.” Lots you can do there, Blizzard.

Honestly, Roadrat aside for a moment, Blizzard’s lore so far with Overwatch is just spinning its wheels. Oh, Mei was really sad about her friends but gets out of it? We knew that! Yes, her short was sweet, but would have been better ages ago. Pharah stopped a God A.I.! Great, what’s one of those, exactly? Hey, what are the effects of Winston breaking international law and triggering Recall? Who cares for now, apparently!

Now back to Roadrat — Blizzard, suspense is do-able, but not forever. Hints easily become queerbait if you leave it up to interpretation because you feel it’s the balance between appeasement for MOGII fans and the dudebros who I’ve had to see on Twitter today joking about the idea Roadhog and Junkrat being lovers and making the Queen of Junkertown’s Roadhog’s ex-girlfriend because that’s the only way a man can piss off a woman, apparently.

Give me my boys, together and in love, because they understand what it’s like for the world to forget you. To not see you, and when they do it’s certainly to not value you. It’s to use you.

… And there’s my own heavy-handed metaphor, Blizzard hire me

BBS Circus au: Chapter 8


Originally posted by duke-of-bretagne

-Brock’s POV-


I panted as we jogged through the grass. Tyler lead the way as Marcel and I followed close behind.

“Scotty was actually our resident psychic. Crystal balls, tarot cards- that kind of shit. He and Evan usually worked pretty close when trying to figure out our curses. He had a lot of books and crystals and stuff that he worked with. I betcha any money that he’s got something that’ll tell us what happened to the others and how to fix it.”

“Do you even know how to use his stuff?”

“Well…no, but I can figure it out!”

Marcel leaned back and sighed.

“We’re all gonna die.” I heard him mumble just loud enough so that everyone could hear.

“Hey! Don’t you start sassing me right now! You got a better plan-”

Tyler and Marcel’s argument was cut short by the sudden sound of revving engines. Tyler’s eyes grew wide.

“Run. Run!”

A startling beam of headlights poured through the trees as the engine continued to get louder and louder.

The three of us split up, weaving in and out of the trees scattered around us. From the corner of my eye I watched as a green race car circled around and cut Tyler off. Tyler froze as two men stepped out of the car. Mini had returned from his short trip back from the warehouse and was accompanied by Nogla, his driver.

“Wildcat! What are you doin’?” The driver asked in a thick and harsh Irish tone. “Just help us catch ‘em, the ringmaster can fix your head, and we can go back to me kickin’ your arse at racing.”

“This isn’t right and you know it. Somewhere in that dense potato of a skull you’re still in there. Craig, your skull is so numb you should be able to burst outta that thing. Just stop for a second and think for once. I know that sounds hard for you idiots but you need to at least give it a shot!”

Nogla and Craig grimaced.

“Tyler! I don’t think angering them is the best-woah!”

I was cut off by a motorcycle driving in front of my field of vision.

“Hello again.” Cartoonz smiled, one eye staring deep into mine. I gulped and darted in the opposite direction. Cartoonz came to my side with ease once more. He was like a cat playing with it’s food before the kill. I was trapped. I quickly went to a branch that was laying nearby me and armed myself. Cartoonz started to laugh in reply. He wasn’t laughing, however, when Marcel swooped in with a much larger branch of his own and knocked him right off his bike.

“Get on!” Marcel shouted as he climbed onto the bike. I climbed on after him, then hesitated.

“Wait-do you know how to ride one of these?”

Cartoonz started to get to his feet when Marcel screamed

“Nope!” But it was too late. We were off with great speed and terrible balance. Just as quickly as we got on we jumped back off and the bike continued down a nearby hill without us- until it met a tree with a loud crash.

“My bike!” Cartoonz shrieked. In a blind fury the devil charged at us, fists raised. Not being much of a fighter, I took a shaky stance and prepared to defend myself. He went for me first. He threw one punch towards my head. I almost couldn’t block it he was so fast. Another punch, and I ducked. Marcel jumped in and threw a punch at the demon, but he evaded it like he was swatting away a fly. He then turned his attention to Marcel and punched him in the gut. Marcel doubled over in pain. Before I had any time to react Cartoonz swung back to me and hit me square in the nose with his elbow. I stumbled back and hit the ground after Cartoonz pulled me by the ankle with his tail. It was strong as it tightened around my leg. After he released me he raised his tail into the air like a snake that was ready to strike. It had a sharp point at the end that looked eager to puncture my heart.

“Cartoonz, stop! Not yet!”

It was Nogla. He ran to the devil’s side and held him back.

“We still need them.”

In a huff Cartoonz ripped his arm from Nogla’s grasp and he tail went back to subtle movements and flicking around aimlessly. He took one more swift kick at Marcel’s back and stomped to his bike. I looked back towards the green car to see Mini sitting on the hood and Tyler locked inside pounding at the windows. I looked back at Marcel as my vision slightly blurred. He wasn’t moving. I started to reach over to him slowly until Nogla turned his attention back to us. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious as well.

“Mini. Come ‘ere. Give me your phone.”

Craig obliged, sliding off the hood and handing Nogla the device. He pressed a few digital buttons and held the screen out in front of the two of them.

“Terroriser! We got ‘im.”

The phone was too quiet to hear the other person, but from context clues I could only assume that Brian was on the other end. A couple more minutes passed before Craig and Nogla walked over to Marcel and I and started showing us to the screen.They waved to the phone and returned back to the car, still staring at the screen. While they were still distracted I crawled over to Marcel.

“Marcel! Dude wake up!” I silently screamed shaking him. His eyes fluttered open while he grabbed his stomach. He groaned.

“What happ-”

I threw my hand over his mouth.

“Quick! While they’re not looking!”

We both staggered as we tried to stand and limped behind the nearby trees.

“Hey! Where’d they go?” I heard Nogla cry out.

“I thought they were out cold! What the hell! He’s gonna be pissed if we don’t get them back.”

A brief moment of silence passed before either spoke.

“But will he?” Craig asked.

“I mean, we already did what we needed to do. We don’t have to keep our end of the bargain.”

Nogla let out a small chuckle.

“True, but I’d rather know that they’re dead just in case he runs into them.”

“Fiiiiine.” Craig whined. “I mean they couldn’t have gotten that far, right?”

I could feel my heart ready to escape my chest as I listened to their footsteps coming closer and closer. Marcel and I continued to sneak further  and further away from them and closer to the car as we dodged through the trees. The demonic duo made their way towards Cartoonz as we slid past closer to Tyler. I tried Tyler’s door handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Hey! Get over here!”

“Shit.” Marcel snapped. I kept trying the door but nothing was accomplished.

‘Just go!” Tyler’s muffled shout came through the glass.

“I’ll be fine! Get outta here!” I hesitated before Marcel grabbed my hand and pulled me in further into the woods. Now that Cartoonz’s bike was crashed we wouldn’t have to worry about him hitting us, and I doubted Tyler would let Nogla and Mini drive without some backseat driving.


From behind I can hear Craig trip and plummet into the cold soil. It was exactly what we needed. Marcel force ourselves to run even faster as branches scrape against our legs and pull at our clothes. Eventually we loose the rest of the circus crew and catch our breaths. The tent was close. My lungs were also close- but close to exploding. Marcel and I pull ourselves together and continue on. We creep inside of the eerily quiet makeshift building.

I guess the rest of the circus is still at the warehouse.

I follow the sound of Marcel’s footsteps as he tiptoed up the creaky wooden stairs to the stage. I squint through the shadows and see a large pentagram painted onto the wood with traces of wax dripped around.

“What the hell…” I gulped.

“C’mon Brock. I want to get Scotty’s stuff before we figure out what that occult shit is.”

I nodded. The backstage was lit by a lamp sitting on a small end table in the corner. Two different doors stood in our path.

“Which one?”

“Let’s try the left one first.” Marcel answered already turning the knob. Inside were racks of costumes and had mirrors lined up against the walls.

This must be the dressing room.

I started to feel the walls for a light switch when I hear a faint sobbing further into the room. After I flipped the light on we could see someone in the back of the room sitting on a stool, head hung over in sorrow. The person’s eyes were shielded by their bright white hair.


We rushed to his side to find that he was tied up once more. He could barely lift his head.

“Guys…” He choked out. “You came back for me…”

He sounded just as surprised as we were to hear him say that.

“Of course we did! Now just give me a second while I untie you…” Marcel spoke softly. Smitty began crying again.

“Dude, you’re gonna be okay. Just-”

Marcel’s words cut off abruptly, and Smitty’s sobbing had turned into laughter. Marcel’s blue tee shirt had begun to turn red as Smitty removed a dagger from his stomach.

“Marcel!” I screamed in terror. Smitty stood up and watched as I fell to Marcel’s side. His laughter grew louder and more chaotic by the second.

“I honestly wasn’t sure if you guys were going to make it here or not, but boy am I glad that you did. This is fun!”

“What the hell did you do!?” I shrieked, tears brimming my eyes. Smitty chuckled. I stared into his eyes and saw his usual red and blue flicker to a pitch black.

“Show’s over boys.”

I started to crawl backwards, but I couldn’t leave Marcel like this.

“Smitty, I know you’re still in there somewhere bud. Wake up! Snap out of it! Please!”

He giggled as frantically as he did the first time.

“Ya see, the ringmaster wanted to make sure that he completed the ritual on me properly, so he told me to kill you guys to make sure. I gotta say it feels pretty awesome. It’s freeing really.”

He smirked as he flipped the knife and caught it by the hilt.

“I honestly wish you guys would’ve given up too. He would’ve let us all be in an act together…”

Smitty nudged Marcel over with his foot and stepped closer to me.

“Oh well! Marcel…he’s hated this circus from the very beginning. So, I’m just gonna let him bleed out slowly and painfully.” He spoke in a way that made it seem like he enjoyed hurting us. “But, I kinda want the others to watch me kill you on stage. Yours’ll be relatively painless. Promise! Just come with me and I’ll do it quick.”

I let out a small laugh out of fear and shook my head. Smitty shrugged.

“Hard way it is then.”

He jumped and slashed at me. Smitty was slow enough for me to dodge him, but his strength was growing. He stabbed from the sky and towards my heart as I fought the blade off. My arms shook as I defended myself from his newfound power, but he was still a kinda scrawny kid. I managed to knock the knife from his hand and run out the door.

Dear God please let there be something I can fix this all with in the other room. Please please please…

I run back into the backstage area and hear someone shout from the opposite side of the curtains.

“You almost ready kid?” A familiar voice shouted from the bleachers and was followed by hoots and hollers. It was the entire circus gang.

Are you kidding me? They’ve been watching us from the bleachers this whole time?

“Just gimmie a second!” Smitty called out as he chased after me like a dog hunting a rabbit. I reach the other door and slam it shut and lock it behind me.

“Aw, c’mon Brock! Seriously!?” Smitty shouted in frustration, furiously banging at the door. I flipped the new room’s lights on and was surrounded by various chests, miscellaneous gag toys and other odd scattered objects.

The prop room. Scotty’s stuff has to be in here!

I pull myself from the door and start surveying the chests as Smitty escalates from pounding to kicking.

I don’t have much time left before Smitty gives up and gets the others. Gotta be fast.

I scan over the  eleven different chests. Each one had a specific number on a small plaque and an initial underneath. 400 E., 401 J., 402 R. and so on. I paused at 407 S.

This must be it! No one else’s name begins with S, right?

“Hey! What’s going on?” I could hear Evan coming my way. I quickly yank the chest out from the shelf it was stacked on and throw the lid open. Inside were various crystals of all shapes, sizes and colors along with a large, translucent crystal ball, a table cloth, a few candles, some incense burners, a pack or tarot cards, and a small leather notebook. I instantly go for the small book with the torn binding and started speed reading and flipping through the crinkled pages.

“Finding spirit animals…palm reading…predicting love-lives and deaths…”

All of Scotty’s scribbles looked just as helpful as an add from a drugstore magazine.

“Soul cleansing: How to purify a tainted soul.”

This is it!

“Hey! You in there! You’ve got to the count of three before I bust this door down and kick your ass!” The magician screamed.

Okay okay okay Brock. You got this.

“Step one, grab Black Tourmaline crystal.”

I grab a smooth black crystal no larger than a glue stick.

“One…Two…” Evan warned.

“Step two, place on source of negative emotions or aura.”

What the hell does that mean!?

“Three!” With a loud CRASH the door collapsed to the ground and crunched under Evan’s feet.

“That’s it. I have had enough of you morons.I’m ending this now!-”

I close my eyes wince as I point the crystal onto Evan’s forehead. I wait for Evan to grab my neck or slit my throat…but nothing happened. I slowly open one eye and was immediately dumbfounded.

“Where…am I?”

I was surrounded by complete an utter darkness. The air was absolutely still. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t anything. It was emptiness. I turn around and in the distance see a dim light. Against my better judgement…I follow it.

Demetri Volturi X Caius’ Adopted Daughter! Reader (Time Line Part 1)

Demetri Volturi X Caius’ Adopted Daughter! Reader (Time Line Part 1)

Ages 0-5

. You were just a newborn human baby when Caius and Athenadora adopted you. Demetri had heard of the news – everyone had – as it was quite a big deal that the most brutal and horrifying leader of the Volturi would adopt a human child. How pathetic would that sound? Demetri scoffed. It would be harder to care for than the rest of the vampire newborns – they smell and always need attention. This was going to be a horrible 18 to forever years.

.Demetri groaned when he heard the doors to a car open and close outside, followed by cooing from an ecstatic Athenadora and a gurgling sound that was given back in response. In mid eye roll, Demetri caught the alluring scent of the child. He snapped his head in the direction of the doors, absentmindedly stalking towards where the child should be. He didn’t care that the two blonde vampires would kill him or that he would be viewed as pathetic for draining a child – He needed that blood.

.As soon as he was met with the sight of a small bundle of joy in Athenadora’s arms, Demetri was ready to lunge. That is, until your bright, big eyes met his with a squeal. You smiled a toothless smile all while making grabby hands towards him with your adorable chubby fingers. As soon as he saw this, your eyes most of all, something changed. And it was like seeing the moon in all it’s glory for the first time.

.Caius and Athenadora snapped their heads towards him as some of the Volturi guard came to stand in between you and him. Growls and snarls erupted from all of them – for they had already felt as if the child was their own in a matter of minutes. But it was no match for Demetri who had fallen in love with the You in a matter of nanoseconds.

.”May – May I hold her? Please?” He could only whisper as his eyes were still stuck with yours, that peered over the shoulder of your new father. You still struggled, starting to whimper when you didn’t get what you wanted and your eyes filling up with tears that slid down your round cheeks. With a wail from his new child, Caius scowled at Demetri (who was trying to reach his precious soul mate, hoping to stop her tears), and beckoned him closer to hold you. Athenadora grinned once she saw the awed look on his face – she had always had a soft spot for the outgoing yet lonesome Demetri. He had been yearning for his soulmate for well over a millennia, and she was overjoyed that she had at least a small part in helping him find her.

. A few months passed and now Demetri was the only one who could stop your tears and screams. He was the only one you would let feed you your warm milk and the only one you wanted to sing you to sleep at night. Demetri was over joyed. Caius, on the other hand, was furious. Not only was Demetri spending more time in the tower with the wives and his child, but he was abandoning missions all together. And the audacity he had to coddle and coo at his baby girl – it was infuriating.

.When you finally turned one, Renata had made a small, 3D bear shaped cake for you to eat. There were even party hats that Demetri didn’t mind wearing for you (when he would’ve had to be held down and forced at other people’s death day parties). When they brought out the cake, you stared at the bear in awe, poking at it curiously. You had no idea what to make of it. So Demetri tried to show you, sticking his finger in the icing and putting it in his mouth making “yummy” noises when he honestly wanted to gag. You started to giggle. You picked up the whole bear cake and tried to shove the bear’s head into your mouth. The castle erupted in laughs. You chewed up so much and couldn’t eat I all that some started to fall out of your mouth. While everyone else was grossed out, Demetri thought it was the most bewitching thing he’d seen you do so far.

.When you were nearly two years old, you said your first word – “Demipeeti!” You had exclaimed as Demetri started to gently throw you up in the air and catch you on the way back down, only to blow raspberries on your stomach. It was the closest thing to his name that you ever said – especially since you didn’t talk at all unless it was soft gurgles and coos. He was so surprised he nearly didn’t catch you on the way down. But he did. And he was so ecstatic that he wouldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the month.

.When you were three and started wander around, Demetri had given you a small teddy bear -unknowing to you that it had a voice recorder for emergencies (you know, like if he couldn’t find out what to get you for Christmas all you had to do was talk to your teddy. Not to mention, it also had another kind of voice recorder where if Demetri had to go on a mission and couldn’t be back for bed time, all you would have to do was squeeze your Teddy’s paw and his voice would start to sing you your lullaby. https://youtu.be/WSlTE3Wu-Fc (Skip to 1:30)

“Now that I found you,
Hear what I have to say!

One Song
I have but one song
One song
Only for you

One heart
Tenderly beating
Ever entreating
Constant and true

One love
That has possessed me
One love
Thrilling me through

One song
My heart keeps singing
Of one love
Only for you!”

.When you turned four and started going to preschool, you met a human boy in your class who tried to kiss you on the play ground. You had stomped on his foot and told him you were only going to kiss and marry your “Unky Demipeeti.” Demetri had never been so proud and happy when he, Caius, and Athenadora had been called into the school office for your “bullying.” Demetri immediately suggested homeschooling you and Athenadora was all too eager to begin teach her little girl. Demetri was just relieved you wouldn’t be seeing any other kids your age that might steal you away from him (like that damn little kid just tried to do.)

. When you were five, you began drawing . Nothing much – just cute little pictures of you, your teddy, and Demetri, all at you and Demetri’s wedding while your teddy was the preacher. There was a bit of variety, but all the same – you and Demetri spending time together and apparently in love. Demetri kept all of them (even framed a few – especially the wedding one).

The Girl Who Would be Queen

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the reader are currently in a relationship but it’s hit a rough patch. Because of this a hunt goes bad and lots of angst ensues. Also a secret is revealed about the reader.

Warnings: ANGST, some mild violence not much though. Also there’s a big plot twist at the end.

Word Count: 1,487

A/N: So this is my very first fic so I’m pretty nervous. Please send feedback and if you guys want a sequel just let me know. I hope you enjoy it!!! Part 2

Originally posted by spn-spam

“TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!!” You sang at the top of your lungs. You couldn’t help yourself. When it came to working out, 80’s music was the best. As you continued to sing you didn’t realize you had an audience. Sweat was pouring down your face when you finally turned off the treadmill and when you stepped off you came face to face with Dean. “How long have you been enjoying the show?” You asked. Dean chuckled “I’ve only been here for ten minutes” he smirked.

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