i think she looks younger here

Have we told the aliens about capitalism yet? Because I think we need to.

“What do you mean you do not provide your young with sustenance at your institutions of learning?” Captain Caxalonix pressed. He had just seen the strangest story being broadcast by one of the human “news networks” as they called them. Now he was determined to get answers out of his two captives.

“Well, I mean, it hasn’t been proven that it is beneficial,” the blonde woman chirped. She seemed very pompous, much like the supporters of the fallen emperor LadDorm-Punt that Caxalonix and his men had recently disposed off on the planet of Xixatal. Not only that, there was something about her features. They seemed almost fixed in place. Artificial.

The other captive, meanwhile, was a younger woman and she looked about ready to strangle the blonde captive. The human species’ need to kill one another was such a strange facet of their people.

“So, your young can survive without sustenance?” Caxalonix pondered. “How strange. I cannot think of another species in any galaxy that shares such a trait.”

“Oh no no, they do need food,” the blonde hostage corrected.

“But…you said you do not provide it,” Caxalonix frowned, trying to puzzle out what strange human logic was at play here.

“Nope,” the blonde said cheerily. The younger hostage looked even more exasperatedly murderous at this point, and Caxalonix heard two of his soldiers muttering bets which of the two hostages would win in a fight.

“Well, your education must not be mandatory then, so that your young can stay home and get the sustenance they need,” Caxalonix surmised, proud of himself for figuring out what the human was talking about.

“Nope. Education is mandatory,” the blonde said serenely.

Caxalonix did not have the faintest idea what was going on anymore.

“So…your young are required to attend institutions that do not provide for their needs…?” Caxalonix said slowly, not believing this could be the case.

“It hasn’t been proven it is a need,” the blonde smiled.

“Wait, did we not already establish that it IS a need?” Caxalonix said.

“Stop asking her,” the younger woman said. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying, and listening to her is painful. No, providing food isn’t a requirement in schools, no the food isn’t free when we do provide it, yes kids need food, yes people think not providing them with it is okay. Welcome to the fucking United States on the planet Earth.”

Marichat Day 14: Aged-Up Chat Noir

“Marinette, stay behind me,” Chat Noir warned, keeping one arm thrown back behind him in her direction.

Older Chat leaned against the balcony railing, arms crossed and an amused expression on his face. “This really isn’t necessary. I’m literally you.”

Marinette peeked around Chat Noir’s back to study the older man. “Why are you here?”

“To see you, of course, Princess,” he winked. Chat Noir growled and the older man laughed, waving a hand. “Paon is learning how to use his powers of time travel. I’m the guinea pig. Don’t worry, my Lady will have me back in her arms  within an hour or so.”

“How do you know?” Marinette bypassed Chat Noir’s outstretched arm to his exasperated huff. 

Older Chat smiled at her. “Because it’s already happened for me.” He tilted his head in his younger version’s direction. “I remember it.”

Chat Noir furrowed his brow. “Why come here though? Why visit Marinette?”

“She knows why.” Older Chat gave her a knowing look. 

Marinette’s eyes widened and she blushed. Chat Noir looked at her incredulously. “What does that mean?!”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I think it’s okay. Do you mind if I talk to him alone?”

“What?!” he sputtered. “No. Absolutely not!”

“He’s you, kitty. There’s no one I trust more.” She cupped his cheek and smiled. “You can sit on my bed so you can still see us through the skylight.”

Chat Noir pushed out his bottom lip. “Fine, but I’m coming back up in five minutes no matter what.” He glared at his future self before dropping down through the skylight.

“I forgot how stubborn I could be,” Older Chat remarked, giving himself a finger wave.

“You know who I am,” Marinette said softly, stepping closer to him.

“You’re my Lady,” he whispered back. “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see you like this again.”

“Like this?”

“Softer.”

“I don’t understand,” she confessed.

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Just know it does me good to see you like this…to see you with him.”

“Do I tell you…him…” she shook her head. “Am I the one who tells Chat who I am first?”

Older Chat pursed his lips. “I really shouldn’t say anything. You warned me not mess anything up when I came back…”

“Can’t you give me one itty bitty hint, kitty?” she begged with a pleading smile.

Older Chat put a hand to his heart. “Low blow, my Lady. You know I can’t say no to you.”

“My Lady? D-did you just call her…” Marinette spun to see Chat Noir’s head poking out of the skylight. “Marinette?”

Marinette looked at Older Chat in terror. He winked. “You bast–”

A glowing blue light erupted from behind Older Chat, cutting off Marinette. “Come on, love. It’s time to come back home,” a familar voice said as a slender arm reached through the blue light. 

Older Chat kissed the hand reaching for him and turned back to the young pair. “See you in a few years, my Lady,” he said with a grin to Marinette. “Enjoy tonight, Adrien,” he finished with a wink before disappearing into the blue light.

Marinette spun on Chat Noir. “Adrien?!” 

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Can I ask why everyone thinks that Azula is Zuko’s little sister?

Because unless it was stated somewhere that Azula is 14 in the show, I’m kind of leaning towards her being older than Zuko. And I do actually have a few reasons for thinking this. 

1. It was stated by Ozai in the episode Zuko Alone that Azula was named after her grandfather Azulon

And usually, it is the first born child that is named after a grandparent or parent. And if Zuko was the first born why wouldn’t he be named Azulon? (And I know some of you are thinking, uh duh, because Ozai hated Zuko) But Zuko would have been a newborn baby, there was no way for Ozai to know he would dislike Zuko and thus save the name for his second child. That doesn’t make sense.

2. Now, this might seem off point but stay with me here. So you guys remember Tom-Tom? 

Yeah, Mai’s little brother. We know that he is 2 years old, and then later in the show, it is said that Mai is fifteen years older than her brother. Making Mai 17. And I just always assumed that Azula would be around her friend’s age. She is the same size and looks no younger than Mai. 

Of course, that is more my opinion than fact, but I still feel that Azula would be close to Mai’s age. And she can’t be sixteen because we all know that Zuko is sixteen, so unless they are twins, that can’t be. 

And we do in fact know that Zuko is sixteen because even though that was never said outright, when Zuko confronted his father he said “My father, who challenged me a thirteen-year-old boy, to an Agni Kai,”

 And in the first season, while yelling at Zhao, Zuko says, “I’ve been searching for the Avatar for three years now,” 

Proving to us that Zuko is sixteen. Meaning that if Azula is older she would have to be at least 17 if not older. 

3. Now, this is more my opinion again. But throughout the whole show Azula refers to Zuko as ‘Zuzu’, and I feel like that is something an older sibling would do rather than a younger. 

Of course, we’re talking about Azula here. So really she is probably doing this just to get under Zuko’s skin, and to make him feel inferior because we all know she is a huge manipulator. 

4. Okay, now this is the one that always had me thinking that Azula was the older sibling. So like I said before we know Zuko was 13 when his father burned and banished him. 

This is what Zuko looked like at thirteen. And he does look a lot younger. You can tell this was years ago. 

Now, look at Azula in the crowd watching. 

She looks almost the exact same. Zuko is clearly younger in this flashback, but Azula looks fully grown, and that was three years ago

And as a kid watching the show, that proved to me that she was the older sibling. And up until recently I still thought that. But now I am seeing all these posts about Azula being a 14yo. Which, is of course freakin awesome, because that means she was that cunning and evil at just 14

But it took away a lot of the aspects of her that made me really fear Azula as a character. 

As an older sibling myself, I found it really cruel and scary that Azula would hunt down and try to kill her little brother. (It is horrible whether she is younger or older) but it hit me harder thinking that she was going after a younger sibling rather than an older. 

If you are an older sibling than you know even if you don’t get along with your younger sibs, you still feel protective and want them to strive. And so the fact that Azula was always so cruel towards Zuko made her seem more evil to me. 

She also always knew how to manipulate and push Zuko’s buttons. And I always felt that for Zuko that would be a scary and uncomfortable thing to deal with. And if Azula is older, then there would be that want to impress her in some ways, and feeling less than her in other ways. Making him even easier to manipulate. 

And that was a main part of why I found Azula so evil. Because she should have felt protective towards her brother, but to her, everything was just striving towards power, it showed that she really didn’t have a lot of humanity in her. And I think that point was shown in her breakdown. 

And not only did this make Azula seem even crueler as a character to me. But it made Zuko’s choices more clear as well. 

If Azula is older, Zuko would still want to impress her. Just like he strived to impress his father. Maybe he didn’t want her love. But he would want her respect. And as a younger sibling, I can see him trying to also achieve this. He would feel that he had more to prove. 

And to me, this showed even more character in Zuko when he did leave everything behind. Because he knew that he would be leaving his sister and father behind (not that he cared about their love at this point) but I think that must have been a terrifying thing to do on his part. Because now he will be on the opposite side again. And even if Zuko didn’t think he would be facing his father again, I bet you he knew he would be facing his manipulative sister again.

And it would have been much easier for him to just leave it be, or to even just go hide somewhere where he wouldn’t be found. Because facing Azula again and again would be hard, especially when she knew right where to hit him to make it really hurt.   

And that is why the last Agni Kai felt like the final step for Zuko in redeeming himself. (At least for me) Because he was standing up to someone that must have been scary for him to face, he was putting it to an end, and it a way saying ‘I don’t need to bow down or be scared of you’, because at this point Azula probably didn’t seem as scary to Zuko as she had always seemed while growing up. 

So Azula being the the older sibling not only made her seem eviler, in my opinion, it made Zuko seem even braver. 

So unless proven otherwise, I think I’ll stick to my headcanons.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 4)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: Bobby confronts Dean at work. Later, you decide to fix things once and for all, but Dean thwarts your plan.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, mild angst

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My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6


“Sammy…”

“Sammy!”

Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

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Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon


First marvel fic on this new blog! I hope you like it, the only other fandom I’ve written for is Riverdale on my blog @jvghead-jones-iii. Enjoy!


Summary: The reader sides with Steve during Civil War and her skills are tested when she’s thrown into the fight at the airport.


“Run!”

You flinched slightly as Bucky whispered into your ear.

Following his lead, you took off after him and Sam making sure to pace yourself as you sprinted through the airport. You ducked slightly when the windows shattered, throwing your hands up and stopping the glass in it’s path.

“Alright…ow! Couldn’t you have stopped the glass when I was already fully inside the building?”

You, Sam, and Bucky turned to the newcomer who was perched on a beam as he carefully picked out the shards of glass that were embedded in his suit.

His artifical eyes widened slightly before coming to a rest as he spoke again. “Wait, your power is telekinesis? That’s so cool!”

You nodded dumbly as both Sam and Bucky tugged at your arms, the glass dropping to the floor as you were forced to run away from the young hero.

“Hey wait! I didn’t get your name,” he called out after you.

You looked over your shoulder and smirked before answering. “Peter Parker.”

His eyes widened once more as he heard you say his name and he proceeded to swing himself after you, determined to know who you were.


“So…how the hell do you know wonder kid?” Sam muttered as you hid behind a pillar.

You shushed him but answered nonetheless. “You remember that secret mission Tony gave me after the whole Ultron fiasco?” Sam nodded. “Well he sent me to New York to keep tabs on spider-boy. Just in case we ever needed him.”

“Well it looks like Tony needed him after all,” Bucky hissed, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Listen kid,” Bucky continued. “Get out of here. We’ll handle the spider.”

You started to shake your head, but Sam interrupted you. “No (Y/N). He’s right. Go find Wanda. You guys work well together. Stay safe ok?”

You nodded softly before creeping along the wall, already searching for an exit.

You didn’t get very far before you felt something hit your wrist, pinning it to the wall with a ‘thwip’.

You glanced down to see a white substance and immediately cried out for help. “Sam? Buck? Help?”

“Uh, we’re a little tied up at the moment (Y/N),” you heard Sam’s strained reply.

You looked for a way to get out of the webs but no matter how hard you pulled or strained, they stayed put.

“Strong isn’t it?”

You screamed and looked up at the sound, coming face to face (well face to mask) with Peter.

“Yeah, and kinda gross. Does this stuff come out of you?” you asked, your face twisting in disgust.

Peter’s smile faltered underneath his mask as he tried to converse with you. Stepping closer, he leaned against the wall in what he hoped was a casual fashion before speaking again. “So you know my name, I only think it’s fair if I know yours.”

You snorted but perked up as you heard a familiar noise. Redwing. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the small gadget flying in your direction. Glancing at Peter, you motioned for him to come closer, effectively putting him in Redwing’s path.

“Do you web up all the girls you meet?” you asked in a slightly flirtatious tone. You could feel the smirk grow under Peter’s mask.

“Only the beautiful ones,” he responded, enjoying the sight of the furious blush that tinted your cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth.

“It’s a shame that our little date couldn’t last longer,” you commented.

“What do you-”

Peter’s words we’re cut off as Redwing swooped in, throwing him out the window. “Hey! You set me up!”

You laughed out loud at his accusation as Bucky approached you, cutting off Peter’s webbing.


“Mr. Stark? They’re not stopping!” Peter cried out, mildly panicking as the two groups of superheroes charged at one another.

He immediately noticed you, running alongside Clint and Wanda and the intensity of his gaze made Tony look your way. When he saw you look at Clint for reassurance, his brows furrowed slightly.

Sighing and filled with worry, Tony grasped Peter’s arm and pulled him aside.

“Listen kid. You see that girl?” he pointed to you and Peter nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly under his mask. “She’s your age so do an old man a favor and keep her out of trouble yeah?”

Peter bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Sure can do Mr. Stark. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”

Tony sighed to himself as he watched Peter swing away. “Teenagers.”


You ran towards Natasha with Clint but stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar ‘thwip’.

You twirled around and dropped straight to the floor as a white mass flew over your head and hit the wall behind you.

It was Peter.

“You know, it was pretty rude of you to set me up the way you did back there,” he teased.

A slight smirk spread across your face. “Aw but I set you up with Redwing. He’s not so bad.“

You heard a snort emanate from under the mask, making you giggle. Peter blushed at the sound and cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, uh, you come here often?”

You laughed out loud at his attempt to flirt before stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gulped audibly. “Y'know Pete, if only the circumstances were different. I might not have to do this.”

“Do what?” he asked, confused.

In a flash, you had him in a headlock. You kicked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip until he collapsed, clawing at your arms as he tried to get you to let go.

When he stopped moving, you let him go and got up, pausing to look down at him as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath.

You help your hand out and located some wire, bringing it to your outstretched hand and quickly tying his wrist to a pole.

“Ow,” Peter hissed as he tried to tear his hand away.

“Good luck getting that knot off. I was in scouts when I was younger,” you said as you walked away, throwing a wink in his direction.

No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn’t help the blush that covered his face once more.

He was still sitting there minutes later when Tony was thrown his way.

“Mister Stark!” Peter greeted happily.

“Kid,” Tony grunted out, looking him over. “Ah she got you too?”

“What do you mean sir?”

“After you let her go, she came after all of us. Who do you think threw my over here,” Tony muttered as he stood up, blasting the wire that bound Peter’s wrist. “(Y/N)’s gotten much stronger with her abilities I’ll give her that.”

Peter looked after Tony as he flew away.

“(Y/N),” he sighed. “So that’s her name.”

With a grin on his face, Peter swung towards the battle, this time finding himself in an altercation with Captain America himself.


You whimpered in pain as you pushed Clint out of the way, taking the hit that the panther had thrown his way.

“Go help the others!” you cried. “I’ll take care of the king.”

Clint looked at you hesitantly, taking note of the way you were holding the king down with your powers before nodding and running off.

You let the king go and he stood up slowly, stretching and flexing his muscles in a way that resembled the very cat he was dressed as.

“King T'Challa,” you declared, dropping into a low bow.

The king seemed taken aback at your actions before he shook his head and crouched down into a fighting stance.

“I am terribly sorry for your loss,” you continued. “Your father was a great man and although I know you won’t believe me, Bucky played no role in his death.”

T'Challa paused for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Thank you for your condolences Miss (L/N), but I am afraid you are right. I don’t believe you.”

With those words, he lunged at you. You threw your arms up last minute, trying to block him.

It didn’t work and instead you felt his vibranium claws tear through your arm. You cried out loud, drawing the attention of Bucky, who looked at you in concern and darted over to help you fight the panther.

By the time he got there however, you had thrown T'Challa into one of the airplanes, muttering furious apologies as you attacked the King of Wakanda.

Unbeknownst to you, your cries had also drawn Peter’s attention and distracted him from his battle.

He groaned as Cap dropped the walkway on his shoulders and he struggled to hold it up.

Noticing his lack of focus, Steve chuckled breathlessly. “You like her don’t you kid?”

Peter stumbled over his tongue as he tried to deny Steve’s statement.

“Don’t try and hide it kid,” Steve laughed. “I was the same when I was your age.“

“It’s just, she’s really cool Mr. America,” Peter replied quietly.

“Well I hope something works out. I like you kid. Where are you from?”

“Queens,” Peter grunted as he struggled under the weight he was holding.

Cap chuckled once more before running off. “Brooklyn.”


You yelped in surprise as you were pulled aside and came face to face with Bucky and Steve.

“Listen (Y/N/N),” Steve began. “I don’t like this plan but we need you to come with us to locate the rest of the soldiers. When Scott gives us the signal, we sprint towards the hangar and whatever happens, do not stop until you reach it. Okay?”

You nodded as you struggled to catch your breath. “Got it Cap!”

“Also,” Bucky said. “Take some pity on the poor kid and give him your number or something. It’s sad really, the way you two flirt.”

You blushed heavily as you ran off, waiting for the signal, and ran into Natasha who only looked at you and wrapped you up in her arms.

“Thank goodness you’re still safe,” she mumbled. “Go hide somewhere safe. Please.”

You didn’t answer as she ran off, instead focusing your attention on the now humongous Scott Lang.

I guess that’s the signal , you thought to yourself as you sped towards the hangar.

Everything happened too quickly for you to process but all you know is that you were standing at the entrance to the hangar when Vision and Wanda faced off.

Multiple cries were heard and Natasha held Steve and Bucky back as they tried to run to you.

When Rhodey fell, out in the field, the entrance collapsed, and covered you in debris.

The last thing you heard was Bucky, Steve, and Peter screaming your name and the last thing you saw was a familiar Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man™ swinging towards you.


You opened your eyes slowly, groaning slightly at the aching pain you felt throughout your body.

“Where am I?’ you whispered groggily.

At the sound of your voice, Tony (who had been sitting by your bed) shot up straight. He took one look at you before he launched himself at you, gathering you in his arms much like Natasha had done and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank god you’re alright,” he muttered over and over.

“Tony where am I?” you asked again. “Where are the others?”

Tony shifted his gaze towards the floor. “You’re in the Raft. You all are. But you’re in the medical wing. You and Rhodey were hurt pretty badly.”

You gasped. The Raft. You were in a maximum security prison.

“Listen kid,” Tony continued. “Cameras are off so take this.”

You tightened your grip over the things Tony had slipped into your palm. Your cell phone, some pills, and a slip of paper.

“You won’t stay here much longer kid,” Tony said. “I’m gonna go get Cap and Barnes and then we’ll get you all out of here okay?”

You nodded softly, leaning forwards to hug Tony again before he got up and walled towards the door.

“Oh and kid,” Tony paused. “Do me a favor and put that paper to good use. You’re still young. Have some fun!”

You chuckled as Tony sent a smile your way before leaving. Looking down, you unfolded the piece of paper, only to let out a laugh when you read the writing.

Hey (Y/N) (I finally got your name btw), I just wanted to say that even though we were on opposing teams, you’re pretty, and cool. I mean you’re pretty cool. I wanna get to know you if that’s alright with you so if you’re ever not busy saving the world, you can shoot me a text if you’d like?

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

-Peter P.


Peter jumped in anticipation as he felt his phone vibrate. He felt the smile spread across his face as he read the message, glad that Tony had delivered his note.

Hey Peter. I’m sorry about setting you up with Redwing but if you’re willing, I have someone else in mind that I think will suit you perfectly.

-(Y/N)

Peter wasted absolutely no time in replying.


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The Arrangement: Part 9

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 9

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

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Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  3119

Warnings:  angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

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Clary warm up sketch this morning before I started work! She isnt my favourite character from the series but for me she is the glue that holds the whole story together - Simon and Magnus are battling for ‘Favourite Character’ right now <3 

She looks a little baby-faced here but to be honest, she has been hard to picture! I don’t see her as the actress that plays her and I think her face is a little round, but she has always been described as a younger version of Jocelyn so that’s what I tried to go with ! 

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Movie Night

Request: hi! could you write a loki x reader where the reader is tony’s younger sister and he doesn’t want her near loki because he thinks that he’ll hurt her but she ends up letting him out of his cell and they chill and watch movies and it’s a completely unrealistic fluff fest bc i need some loki fluff right now😂 (already established relationship, and little kisses and cuddles here and there if that’s alright?)thanks so much! <3 

Warnings: None.

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“I don’t want you going anywhere near there.” Your brother looked at you, a serious look spread across his face.

“You’re not the boss of me.” You began to walk away.

He chased after you briskly, “Actually, I am.”

“Really?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You’re only five years older than me!” You said childishly.

“Exactly. Y/N, Loki’s dangerous. You need to leave him alone.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as he left the room.

The room was right there, just five feet away. You shrugged to yourself and walked slowly to the room, toe, ball, heal, looking around quickly for your brother.

Finally you approached the room.
It was big, with grey walls, and a large cell in the middle.

“Loki!?” You whisper yelled.

“Y/N?” You heard his voice respond. “Y/N!” He repeated, standing up quickly.

“Jesus!” You remarked, taking in the atmosphere. “How do you…” you looked around a way to open the cell.

“I do believe…” he pointed to a small button.

“Right!” You rushed over to it. “There we go-” You mumbled, fiddling with the buttons.
Suddenly the door lifted up.

‘That was easy’

Immediately he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

“I have missed you.”

“You too.”

“Shall we?” He took your hand, motioning to the door.

“We shall.” You smiled.

Loki sat on the couch uncomfortably, waiting for you to return. He caught eyes with a scared looking young boy, who ran away quickly.

“Hi!” you wiggled your eyebrows as you walked back. “So, I thought we could watch this movie.” you held out a DVD.

He shrugged, scooting over to make room for you.

He wrapped his arm around you, leaning in closely, “This is very different. from the films I have seen, I meant.”

You smiled fondly at him, how could they say he was bad? he’s changed. They won’t even give him a chance.

“Want some?” You held out a bag of candy.

He looked skeptical at first, examining it closely, before answering, “Please.”

“I’ll be having a talk with my brother.”


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Robin’s Nest: Part 14

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

Words: 1120

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13


You’ve had countless conversations over the past week. You’ve done your best to give the boys, who look so much like your own, some sort of closure or help. At the very least they’ve talked to you, that’s about all you can ask for, but him; he’s different.

He’s very different from the man you know. There’s very little softness left, and all that seems to remain is a bitter old man, who’s been left behind too many times to count, and is ready to die. You imagine you would be too, if everyone you had ever loved had left you.

    You had managed to hold a conversation with every single one of your sons’ doppelgängers. You’d even manage to hold a conversation with your husband’s, going as far as to mistake them for him. Not that they had seemed to mind a kiss or two. Your Bruce however, was not as thrilled.

    And out of all of them, this man had managed to evade you. Whenever you entered a room, he left. When you tried to speak to him, he would start talking to one of the boys. His younger self didn’t avoid you this much and you couldn’t help but wonder; why did he seem to hate you?

    The nagging little question had led you here. While your boys, in their many forms, held a water fight upstairs, you were down here in the cave, trying to figure out what to say to the man as you stared at him from the bottom of the steps.

    “I may be old, but I still know when I’m being watched.” You visibly pout as he turns to stare at you. His eyes are narrowed, and he’s scowling. “Well, what do you want? You’ve been trying to pin me down for days.”

    You cross your arms against your chest, “Why have you been avoiding me for days?”

    The old many shrugs and turns back around to face the screen, “Didn’t feel like a heart to heart.”

    You pucker your lips for a moment before walking forward, “And who says I want a heart to heart?”

    “That glint in your eye. Every woman who ever tried to fix me had it. The one that said ‘I can make the entire world better if you’ll just let me in’.”

    His answer takes you by surprise, and then you start to laugh. It’s a long and hard laugh, the kind that leaves you gasping for air while your sides hurt. You have just a hint of tears in your eyes when it finally dies down. You swipe them away before taking a seat on the floor.

    He’s staring at you, and you’re sure he must think you’re nuts. Taking a deep breath, you look up at him, “Thanks for that. I needed the laugh.”

    “Glad I could provide some entertainment.”

    You shake your head, “For the world’s greatest detective, you sure are dumb.”

    His neck turns so quick to face you, you’re surprised he doesn’t snap his neck, “Excuse me?”

    “You can’t fix somebody. You can help and assist, but you can’t do it for somebody. They have to want to get better, have to be willing to admit something’s wrong, that they need the help. And to be honest, that’s one of the hardest things a person can do. I mean look at the numbers, there’s like five of you here, and one of you grew up to have a somewhat normal life.”

    “Somewhat?”

    “I love my husband dearly, but I’m not delusional. Leaving civilization behind to master martial arts, only to return, don a bat costume, and dish out vigilante justice is not society’s definition of normal.”

    “Society’s?”

    You shrug, “For us it’s normal. Hell, my boys are starting to get into it now. Making sure there are boundaries and rules in place, makes it just a tad bit more sane. But I’ve got to tell you the truth; I never wanted them to know, but it would have been too difficult to hide it.”

    “Even you admit it runs your family.”

    “Nope. Like I said, there are rules in place. The kids take part in after-school activities, sleep overs, and all that normal stuff. We make sure to have family game nights, and Bruce doesn’t leave until the younger ones have gone to bed. He and I have a date night at least once a week, and if a mission is going to take longer than a week, we talk about the pros and cons before he agrees to go.”

You stand up and brush your pants off, “In the end Mr. Wayne, it’s all about balance.”

“So, what is that look in your eye then?”

    You stare at him for a moment before finally admitting, “Pity, Mr. Wayne. It’s pity, because it is a damn shame that you wouldn’t let those boys in because you were so scared of getting hurt. Even now, you push Terry away.”

    He growls at you, “And the others? Where’s their pity stare?”

    “I think they’re slowly realizing what they could have, Mr. Wayne. In the past week, I’ve watched Richard cry over his lost Wally, Damian cry over his lost mother, Jason come to terms with the fact that his past does not define his future, and the younger version of you in your dimension realize that maybe he could be happy, and I think maybe that will change it, maybe not. But as I look at you, down here and alone, while those who care about you run around and laugh upstairs, I can’t help but feel that if you don’t find your balance soon, you never will.”

    Without another word you make your way towards the stairs. His voice stops you when you’re about halfway up. “I met a woman with your name once. She was a tech on the Justice League’s space station. Looked just like you. She was very kind. Married, with two kids, and always said hello, even when no one else would. She was a good woman. I think it might be a universal thing.”

    You smile to yourself and keep climbing. You’re just stepping out of the clock when Terry nearly knocks you down. He catches you, steadies you with a grin, and simply says, “Sorry, the old man called, said he needs to talk.”

    You smile as you watch him go, dripping water as he goes. You smile and go to grab a towel. When you go back the water is gone, and your kids come running. They’re all talking over one another, before you make eye contact with Bruce, and he simply says, “They’re gone.”

    You smile, “It was time for them to go home.”

Teach me - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 8,7k

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, student-teacher relationship.

Summary: Being the youngest teacher in the University, you were definitely going to be hitted on by students, but what happens when you catch feelings about the specific blonde boy?

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‘These University Guys’- Part 3 (Maknae line smut, lie 4 and 5)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Reaaally tired so I’ll fix mistakes soon :)

Summary: You and Jungkook are finally able to finish what you started. 

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Jimin, You x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Open relationships, graphic smut, oral, swearing, arguing, mentions of drinking and smoking, age difference relationships (not weird tho)

Part 2

It was so cold that you considered turning back to get Jungkook’s leather jacket, which lay forgotten on the swinging bench- or, more likely, on the cold wooden floor. But if you returned you were sure Jungkook would try stop you. You kick the floor and groan. How long would it even take you to get home? Was this even the right way? You wish phone’s batteries would last forever.

A couple of cars had passed you and you didn’t think much when you started hearing the next car’s rev. But when you realized it slowed down next to you, you felt you heart lurch. Your mind raced for possible ways to escape and you slowly, fearfully turned your head to look at the car.

“Oh, god!” You cried. “I thought you were a kidnapper!”

Jungkook, who had his one arm hooked over the door out the open window, smiled. But his eyes were just as concerned as they were at the party. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you this angry and upset and you were embarrassed that you left him earlier.

“Get in.” He requests casually. 

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The Joker x Reader - “Mrs. Frost”

Frost’s cousin got engaged and he needs to go to the engagement party in Nebraska. Since he doesn’t have a girlfriend, Jonny wants you to pose as his significant other, this way he doesn’t look stupid. Of course The Joker doesn’t like the idea, but dammit, your best friend needs help.

Best friends saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155111386826/the-joker-x-reader-dirty-details

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156162705436/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155431527926/the-joker-x-reader-forgive-and-forget


“Absolutely not!! NO! No way!” J grumbles when you ask to go with Frost. “You’re my girl, not his!” he hisses, feeling the blood running through his veins faster.

“Come on, baby, pleeaseee, you know he just broke up with his girlfriend and he can’t go alone,” you pout, slowly rocking your body in front of him, trying to appear as adorable as possible.

“I’ll let you know when I care,” he growls, unhappy at the situation.

“You gotta be nice to him sometimes, J. He’s the best man we have, you know that,” you go and sit in his lap, strategically placing a kiss on his neck, one of the weak spots you so well know about.

“I am nice,” he replies, taking a deep breath, suddenly warmer.    It’s working.

“Like when, baby?!” you try to find an example and can’t find any in your recent memory.

“He’s still alive, I didn’t kill him yet! Isn’t that nice of me?” J scoffs, proud of his achievement. “Like, what other proof do you need??!!”

“Please, boss, I promise I will take good care of her; it’s just for 2 days,” Jonny finally speaks, trying his luck. Man, he really doesn’t want to show up there without anybody by his side.

“Maybe you should have held onto your girl the way I hold on to mine, hmm? I still have her because I know how to treat a lady,” he scoffs, making sure his hair is slick the way it’s supposed be, overconfident in his boyfriend material skills.

Ha!” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“What is that supposed to mean, Pumpkin?” The Joker puckers his lips, waiting for an answer.

You don’t reply, just kiss the sensitive spot again, breathing on his skin for a few seconds and that sends shivers down his spine.

“Please baby, I really want to go…yes?” you move your hand under his unbuttoned shirt, caressing the soft skin while giving him the look. Ahhh, the look: that’s the secret weapon you use when you really want it your way. This is one of those times that require special strategy: all gloves are off because your best friend needs help.

“Ummm…no…” he whispers but his determination went down a notch. His eyelashes flutter while you keep on staring at him with that naughty, devilish smile on your face.

“I’ll go crazy on you if you say yes, you bad boy,” you bite your lip, winking at him and signal Frost to get out with the free hand behind your back.

He gulps, slapping your thigh, pretending not to care:

“You always go crazy on me, Princess.”
“Yeah, well, think of that times four…hmmm?” you smirk, pulling on his bottom lip and he grins, intrigued:

“Times…four?”

Even five!” you are fast to add, your hand sliding down his waist as you kiss his neck, biting the soft skin from time to time. He purrs, enjoying the sensation and you already have some insane things in mind for him.

Jonny closes the door behind him, trying not to make a sound. “Poor Y/N, the things she has to do for me. I don’t deserve her; she really is the best friend someone can have,” he thinks with pride and if this was a movie, there would truly be some heroic music playing in the background.

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“Oh, wow, you have such cool tattoos!” Frost’s family remarks after you were introduced as his girlfriend about 15 minutes go. There are probably about 30 people at the house. Smalltalk started on the way to the living room and it cracks you up they have no clue about what he does for a living. He’s not really close with anybody so he barely sees them from time to time, that’s why they are oblivious to his lifestyle. And he wants it that way. But for certain events like this one you just have to man up and go with the flow- in this case go with your boss’s girl.

Property of J, I Love J, J+ Y/N, J & Y/N Forever… Wow, Jonny, she has so many tattoos with your name, I think it’s super cool,” his cousin gets excited while reading them. If they only knew it’s not about him… but since Joker and Jonny share the same initial, works like a charm. At least no one but your real boyfriend can see the Property of Joker tattoos scattered in different…places on your body, otherwise they would be intrigued on why Frost’s name is not there.

“He is one lucky bastard,” you blur out, holding onto his arm and when his grandma gives you a disapproving glance you correct yourself immediately. “Aren’t you honey?” you sweetly smile, pecking his shoulder. Grandma seems to like that and she nods in agreement.

“I really am lucky, she’s amazing you guys,” Frost kisses your temple, addressing everyone and they all go “awwwwww”. One of the aunts touches your hair, mesmerized:

“I really love your hair, sweetheart, it’s so bright. Does it take a long time to do?” she admires you bright red locks with neon green tips.

“No, not at all. J helps me, I mean Jonny,” you fix your tiny mistake even if you didn’t have to, sipping from your drink.

“When are you guys getting married?” his oldest uncle suddenly asks and you kind of roll your eyes. Frost is fed up with this dumb question they ask every time he brings someone over at the rare gatherings he attends so he spits out:

“We’re getting married soon, I asked yesterday and she said yes.”

“Oh my God!” the relatives scream and rush over to hug you both. “Congratulations, this is great!” You are speechless and pinch his arm so hard his eyes get teary.

“So, Mrs. Frost, when will the happy event take place? Soon after our wedding, I hope?” the groom-to-be excitedly inquires.

“Aaa, we don’t really know yet,” you grin, trying to keep your composure because you didn’t expect this shit.

“Look at the sparkler Jonny got her,” grandma takes your hand, studying the huge diamond ring that The Joker got you for your 3 year anniversary. You just wear it like a wedding ring.

“Good job, my man,” the guys shake Frost’s hand and pat his back. For the first time ever you just want to kill him.
“Jesus, would you just kiss your blushing bride?” his niece giggles and pushes the two of you together.

“Blushing??!! Who?” you repeat, confused while Jonny barely brushes your lips against yours so it won’t look awkward. The crazy niece reaches her hands and presses your heads together, resulting in a better kiss. You want to laugh on how stupid everything is when your eyes wander to the back yard for a few moments and your heart stops: The Joker just sits there, staring at you with his mouth open, shocked, not even blinking and probably not breathing at this point.

“Fuck!” you whisper in low voice in Jonny’s ear, not that you need to keep it down with everyone whistling and clapping. “Don’t make any sudden moves, J is watching us. He’s outside.”

“Oh, crap!” Frost gets startled, believing he’s already dead and this is just an afterlife dream.

“Don’t move I said, he can smell fear,” you whisper again, and when you look one more time, J is gone.  “He’s not there anymore,” you sigh, worried, leaving Frost’s arms.

People start talking and asking you two questions in the same time, that’s why you don’t hear the doorbell ringing.

“Hey, Jonny, your best friend is here. He said you invited him to our party,” grandma’s voice resonates in the living room while introducing the green haired man to everyone.

“The youth today”, she thinks, displeased at his appearance but still smiling.

What scares Frost the most is The Joker’s wide smirk that doesn’t go well with the murderous sparkle in his blue eyes.
“Y-yes, I invited him.” Jonny nervously stutters. “Everyone… this is Jay.”

All the relatives introduce themselves, analyzing the new comer because he sure looks interesting to say the least. The younger girls snicker and elbow each other, really liking his clothes and the toned abs showing from under his almost completely unbuttoned purple shirt.

“He’s so hot,” you hear them whisper behind you and it makes you whimper, feeling sorry for them.  “If you only knew the devil that he is, little girls”, you have time to think before you see him heading over towards you and Frost.

“Well, well, well, bestie,” The Joker takes a deep breath and hugs Jonny. “Finally made it to the party, I didn’t want to miss on the fun.”

Frost panics but there is nothing he can do. People start mingling and talking, probably the main subject being the dude with the pale skin.

“Sir, I can explain,” he tries to start the conversation, not raising his voice on purpose because he doesn’t want the others to hear.

“What was that?” J turns his ear, sarcastically pretending not to hear.

“Baby, please, it was for the show, you know that,” you signal both of them to follow you to the other side of the room for a little bit more privacy. You sure hope he won’t explode soon.

“For the show??! What show?!” he pants, irritated, facing both of you when you reach the back wall.“You fucking kissed my girl Frost???? You dare touch what’s mine???!!!! Thank God I decided to follow you here and keep an eye on things. And look at what I have to deal with… Would you also like her in your bed???!” he snaps, cracking his neck and you know this is not good.

“N-no, boss, of course not, I swear!” Jonny starts to sweat from all the emotions he’s going through and none of them are pleasant.

“Baby, please, “you go and take his arm, trying to calm J down because the relatives are sure glancing towards your little group even if they pretend not to care.

Suddenly, someone’s kid, a boy around 6 years old comes and tugs on J’s pants, trying to get his attention.

“Mister Toxic, do you like my drawing?” he lifts up his hand with the paper, smitten with that wild hair color.

“Huh?” The Joker glares down at the child, confused and enraged about the other problem also.

“I think he refers to your toxic green hair, baby,” you pet his arm, hoping he won’t go insane.

“Get lost, kid!” J grumbles at the kid and the boy gasps, noticing his silver teeth.

“Waaahhhh, Mister Toxic, are those bullets ?!”

“Go away I said!” he wants to push the kid away and Jonny intervenes, yanking his arm and taking him to his parents because he knows it won’t end pretty if this continues.

“So,” the future groom playfully punches J’s shoulder, interrupting. “Are you going to be Jonny’s best man?” he chuckles. “Him and this pretty lady getting married, I bet you are excited as hell, am I right?”

If the Joker’s would have a detachable jaw, it would definitely be on the floor right now.

“Say what?!” he narrows his eyes, watching Frost coming back to you. “Jonny boy, I heard you’re getting married?” he snorts with murder in his mind and you are ready to do something if needed.

“J, it’s not like that and you know it,” you reply and the groom looks confused. Something seems very out of place.

“This is MY woman!!!!” he suddenly loses it, shouting so loud that everyone’s eyes turn towards your small group. He points at you, furious as hell:” SHE IS MINE and she has what she needs right here, do you hear me Frosty boy?” The Joker takes your right hand and places it on his crotch, holding it tight on the spot. You are at a loss of words and so is everyone else.

“Oh, dear Lord!”, “What the…?…”, “ Did he just…?” you hear people muttering and it pisses you off he dares to ruin everything with his childish, entitled and possessive behavior. AGAIN.

“Christ Almighty!” you see grandma making the cross symbol, horrified at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.

You pull your hand away and in the heat of the moment you go and grab Frost’s crotch, taking him by surprise:
“He also has what I need right here, so there’s no difference!!!!” you yell, irritated to the maximum.

Grandma faints and falls to the ground with a loud thud, a few relatives rushing to her side.

“You…You son of a bitch!!!!!” The Joker unexpectedly charges at Jonny, punching his lights out before he can defend himself. “Let’s go!!!” he forcefully drags you after him, while the family steps aside, not wanting to mess with the crazy guest that looks like is going to kill them all.

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“He also has what you need, huh?” J shoves you in his car, fastly blinking because he sees dark spots, that’s how enraged he is. “Nobody has what you need but me, is that clear Doll?!”

Needless to say he definitely proved his point once you got back to the penthouse. Think about the wild stuff he usually does to you times six. Maybe seven. You couldn’t wear high heels for a week because you couldn’t really feel your legs.

God, the things you have to go through for your best friend, but if you won’t, then who else will?

And, yes, if this was a movie, that heroic music would start playing again right about…NOW.

Also read- MASTERLIST:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

anonymous asked:

Uhm halla i loved your youtube!au for yousana and your writing in general could we get a sequel maybe about the fact that people are still annoyed at sana and they look stuff up about her like what happened at Urra and sending her and her friends hate (fangirls be wild lmao look at tumblr) and the boys trying to figure how they are supposed to deal with it because if yousef and sana weren't dating that is still elias baby sister,,, so yeah pretty please 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Hey :)
Thank you for your prompt! 

Before you read this I want to say that I know that this topic is something very serious and I hope I handled this in a good, or okay, way. If I didn’t and something bothers you, please tell me and I’ll change it. I also didn’t write down any of the hurtful messages Sana reads because it might upset some people.

So here it is; please let me know what you think!

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Part II of this Balloon Squad as famous Youtubers AU.

(The parts between the dotted lines are comments Sana reads.)

There were only a few limited times the boys have seen Sana cry. Even when they were younger she wouldn’t cry in front of them. Even then she didn’t like to look weak. 

So when Adam, out of all people, walks in on Sana crying he is overwhelmed. He can’t remember when the last time was that he saw her cry or if he has ever seen her cry. He just wanted to ask her if she had a waterproof pen for their next video and forgot to knock on her door before bursting in. He usually forgot to knock but her door was not locked either.

He froze in his spot but once Sana turns around, and he sees her smudged make-up, he instinctively walks towards her. She is sitting on her bed, facing the window.

“Sana, is everything okay? Wait, stupid question. What happened?“ 

Sana doesn’t look at him and hides her face in her hands. Usually, when Adam says something stupid like that, Sana would answer sarcastically and they would end up bantering for a while. But now Sana’s shoulders are shaking and she doesn’t look at Adam. He is overwhelmed, to say the least. 

"Sana, how can I help? Hey, whatever it is, it’s going to be fine.”, Adam is crouching in front of her but is not sure what the right move is. His heart breaks seeing her like this. He wants to see the confident, sarcastic girl that he loves like a sister. He knows how to deal with her. Adam reaches out slowly and puts a hand on her knee to sooth her somehow. She doesn’t react and he honestly doesn’t know how to help.

He is very glad when he hears the rest of the boys come down the hall and sees Elias and Yousef stand at the door.

“Dude, you only had to ask for a pen. What’s up?”, Yousef says, without realizing what is happening at the same time in the room. The boys wouldn’t let Yousef go get the pen because he wouldn’t have come back for a while. 

Elias and Yousef realize that Sana is crying at the exact same time and both enter the room. 

“Adam, what did you do?”, Elias immediately asks even though he knows that Adam would never intentionally do anything to hurt Sana.

Adam just shakes his head, eyes wide, and doesn’t even know how to answer. With that both, Yousef and Elias, know that Adam didn’t do anything. He would have reacted a lot different if he did. Yousef makes a move to go to Sana but Elias puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head at his best friend. 

He is Sana’s brother and whatever made her cry would need to be dealt with by him. Elias ushers Adam out of the room and quickly goes to sit next to his sister. Sana doesn’t cry often. Seeing her sob, shoulders shaking makes Elias’ gut twist.

“Sana.”, is all he has to say for her to look up. As soon as she hears the voice of her brother she loses it completely. She buries her face in her older brother’s chest as he embraces her in a tight hug. She is sobbing and Elias feels like he needs to go punch something, or someone. Whoever made his baby sister cry like this. A lump forms in his throat and all he can do for a while is hold his sister.

Yousef is just standing there, frozen. Seeing Sana like this makes his heart ache and not knowing why she is in this situation makes it even worse. As soon as his eyes fell on her, crying, he wanted to rush over to her. But he also knew that him being her boyfriend doesn’t mean he’ll be the one she needs right now, not if her brother is there. 

He watches how Elias hugs her tightly and knows that he can’t do anything. It’s hard to leave the room and not being able to do anything but he decides that the siblings need their time alone. He closes the door to Sana’s bedroom slowly and sees Adam, Mikael and Mutta waiting in the hallway.

“What happened?”, Mikael asks.

Yousef just shakes his head, with a sinking feeling in his stomach: “I don’t know. Elias is with her.”

While the three of them go back to the living room, Yousef can’t bring himself to do the same. He paces back and forth in the hallway.

Elias hugs and lets Sana cry for a while. He doesn’t want to push her to tell him everything now. Finally, after many sobs and tears, Sana looks up at her brother. Her chin still quivering. She wipes away the tears with the back of her hands. 

Elias searches her face for any signs, anything that gives away why she is crying like this. Sana takes a few deep breathes and tries to say something but every time she chokes on her tears. Elias reaches out and strokes her arms in a calming manner. 

“I ruined your shirt.”, are the first things Sana says. She had wiped all her make-up on her brother’s white t-shirt. 

“Screw the shirt, Sana. What happened?” Elias can’t stand to see his sister like this. His baby sister. 

Sana looks him in the eyes for a second and then at her hands. 

“It feels like back at Urra.”, she mumbles. Still, Elias hears every single word and his blood starts boiling. He only has to hear ‘Urra’ from Sana’s mouth and he sees black. She has suffered so much in middle school. She didn’t deserve that. 

“What feels like that?”, Elias asks and braces himself. If it wasn’t for Sana he would be freaking out now. And trying to find whoever made his little sister feel so horrible.

Sana waits for a second. Should she show this to her brother? He would just get mad but wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. But she needs to talk about this with someone. From the past she knows that bottling up only makes it worse. She unlocks her phone and hands it to Elias.

“They have screenshots of stuff from even back then. And the stuff with Sara, but all of that was deleted long time ago. How did they even find it?”, Sana tears up again and can’t control her tears. Why can’t she ever escape that? Is she not worth forgetting the horrible times she had being bullied? Why do these people do that to her now? They don’t even know her personally.

Elias reads through the screenshots, but only shortly. Then he clicks back and sees that these pictures are on a twitter account with a username that definitely shows that this is a fan-account for Hei Briskeby. But the content of this account is all hate. Not towards the boys, no. Towards Sana. Not only do they have screenshots of horrible things being said about Sana on the Internet from the past. They also write a lot of nasty things themselves. Attacking Sana for being with Yousef, being in the Hei Briskeby videos and even judging her and saying she is a bad Muslim. 

Elias, rage-filled, stands up and feels like he needs to shout or do something. He needs to do something about it. He can’t let this happen to his sister, especially when it’s indirectly his fault. If it wasn’t for his YouTube channel she wouldn’t be exposed to this now. He takes a deep breath, rubs his eyes and turns around to his sister. Sana is sitting there, tears rolling down her cheeks and his heart breaks once more. 

He kneels in front of her and wipes away her tears. “Sana, please don’t cry. It’s not worth it. These people just don’t have anything better to do with their lives, you are so much better than any of them. I promise you I will do something about this. This can’t be happening. You didn’t do anything remotely wrong here.”

Sana shakes her head: “Elias, I’ll get over it. It’s okay. It all just got overwhelming for a moment. But those people are your fans. What are you going to do? Some of your fans are just mad that I’m with Yousef.”

“I don’t claim those people as our fans! I don’t care! This..”, he lifts Sana’s phone which is still in his hand. “… is far more than just commenting that they wouldn’t like you and him together. This is far more. They’re getting real personal! We’ll do something. If you weren’t Yousef’s girlfriend you are still my baby sister and would still be in our videos, in our lives. I won’t just sit around and do nothing when this happens to you.”

Ten minutes later the boys and Sana sit in the living room. Elias standing in front of them like the leader he is. Aside from that he took it upon himself to find a solution to this. 

“Elias, it’s okay. I’ll deal with it on my own.”, Sana says, desperate for him to listen by now.

He is set on doing something but Sana can’t imagine anything that he does being worth it and changing anything. At least changing the situation for the better.

“Sana, this is not okay. And you’re not on your own and don’t have to deal with it on your own.”, Yousef objects. He is sitting next to her, hand intertwined with hers. 

“It’s not a big deal! I can manage! Stuff like that happens.”, Sana says and is not sure if she is trying to convince the boys or herself. 

Adam who has been weirdly quiet this whole time speaks up. “Sana, it is a big deal. You know, I don’t think I have seen you cry, ever! And crying is nothing bad but for you to cry it has to be a lot!”

“Plus, this..”, Mikael lifts his own phone. Elias has given them all the name of the account to report and they will try to contact someone from Twitter later to get it removed instantly. Mikael is the best with computers so he’ll try to see if there are other accounts like that, specifically made to spread hate. “… is unacceptable. They spend their time trying to hurt you and you’re not even a YouTuber yourself.”

“We get hate, too. It happens. Doesn’t make it right but it happens.”, Mutta says, “But this is honestly a whole another level.”

“And you’re not even a public figure! You shouldn’t be afraid of hanging out with us, with your friends, your brother or your boyfriend because people might write something bad.”, Elias concludes all of it.

Sana sighs and stands up, letting Yousef’s hand fall out of her own: “Guys, it’ll only get worse if you try to do something about it. I know what I’m talking about! You shouldn’t get in a conflict with your fans because of me.”, she stops for a second but doesn’t give any of the boys a chance to say something before she continues. “You see now why I never cry around you?”, she says and quickly runs out of the room. All of them stand up at the same time and Yousef is ready to sprint after her. Again, Elias stops him.

“Dude, what the hell? Let me go talk to her!”, Yousef almost shouts at his best friend. Yousef is not like this, ever. But seeing Sana obviously hurt and not being able to do anything is the worst feeling he has experienced. 

And Elias knows this. That’s why he doesn’t say anything about that. Instead he says: “Yousef, I know. But I know my sister better than anyone here and she needs a little time to calm down. She isn’t this open with many people. It took a lot of her to even tell us about this!”

All of the boys nod, including Yousef. He sighs and turns to his friends.

“Okay, what are we going to do?”

Turns out this one was the only account that is dedicated to make Sana miserable. Thank God. What the boys did might not be much. And having one account like this might not seem like much but hate spreads fast, especially when people are misinformed or not informed at all. 

Sana finding this account wasn’t a coincidence either. It was send to her by people that wanted her to see all those hateful comments. 

Neither of the boys would just sit around and not do anything to stop that. When they started their YouTube channel they didn’t think it would get this big. So big that it affects their family and friends. It’s not okay that people think it would be okay to send hate to anyone, really. But sending it to someone just because she is the girlfriend of someone they like a lot, that’s wrong on so many levels.

Yousef knocks on Sana’s door. He can hear loud music coming from her room but she still somehow hear his knock. Turning the music down, she shouts: “Who is it?”

“Me, Yousef.”

Yousef has left her alone for the one and a half hours the guys tried to do at least something. Now, he can’t take it anymore. He needs to see if she’s alright.

Sana opens the door, her face bare of any make-up now. She lets Yousef in and closes the door behind them. As soon as she turns around she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him close. He doesn’t waste anytime embracing her in the hug.

“I’m sorry for going off at you earlier.”, Sana mumbles into the crook of his neck. 

Yousef leans back a little to look at his girlfriend. She genuinely looks sad about that. He chuckles lightly and makes Sana look at him confused. 

“Sana, are you honestly sad about that, right now? It’s cool, really.”, Yousef explains why he laughed. It amazes him how she can be this caring even after being in such a bad mood, for good reason as well.

They go to sit down on the bed and Sana leans her head on his shoulder. She probably never has been this happy that her parents aren’t home. If they got wind of this whole drama they would be worried sick and she really doesn’t want that.

“Yousef, I was being honest. You guys shouldn’t do anything about this. It’s just some coward hiding behind a screen.”, Sana starts. 

Then she takes a deep breath and continues: “It just hit me pretty hard in that moment because … well, I told you about Urra. It just felt like I was back in middle school and being bullied for something that I won’t choose to change. I didn’t choose to take off my hijab then and I’m not choosing breaking up with you or taking off my hijab ‘because I’m not a good enough Muslim’ now.” The last part Sana says in a mocking way.

Yousef turns his head a little and kisses the top of Sana’s head. 

“I envy how strong you are.”, Yousef says. Sana’s head shoots up and she smiles at him lovingly.

“But..”, Yousef continues and Sana narrows her eyes at him. “You don’t have to face everything alone. You have me, Elias, the boys, your girl friends. We’re all here, anytime.”

Sana presses her lips together, trying not to tear up again. She just nods and leans her head back onto his shoulder.

They sit in silence, comforting silence, for a few minutes. 
Until Yousef can’t wait any longer.

“Okay, before you get mad. Please listen first.”, Yousef announces the change of topic. At this point in the day Sana is too tired to even give him a big reaction. She nods and waits for him to talk.

“We know that we can’t control the Internet but the guys and I have reported that account, which seemed to be the only one of that sort, and also tweeted out for our actual fans to do the same. Which so many did that that account has already been deleted.”, Yousef explains and waits for a reaction from Sana. She doesn’t say or do anything at first. She only listens and finally lifts her head off his shoulder and looks at him.

Sana looks him in the eyes and smiles a little. Even this small smile makes Yousef’s heart burst with excitement. Even the smallest smile from Sana is better than her blocking him and everyone else off.

“Thank you.”, she simply says and hopes he understands how much it means to her. And he does. He knows.

“That’s not all.”, Yousef says with a smirk.

Sana just raises her eyebrows at him. She really isn’t ready for a surprise today. She won’t be able to take it, she’s exhausted.

Yousef takes out his phone from his pocket. Before he unlocks it, he looks into Sana’s eyes again while telling her the rest of the story.

“Like I told you, we all tweeted for our fans to report that account, which they did.” Sana nods. That he has said already. “Well, that’s not all our fans did.”

He unlocks his phone and hands it to Sana. She knows that he wouldn’t show her more hurtful things but it takes her a few second to be able to look at the screen. Yousef just watched her with a small smile.

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Why would anyone spend so much of their time doing something so stupid? That’s so stupid AAAHH

Wait!! There are people who don’t like Sana?? How? Why? I want her to be in your videos all the time!

omg, please tell Sana that those people who created that account are just cowards that don’t represent the Hei Briskeby fans at all! I’m so sad for her.

I’ll fight anyone that hates on that precious cute girl! Honestly, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???

I hope Elias’ sister is not affected by this bullshit. it wouldn’t be worth it.

Do people not understand that YouTubers are not their viewers’ property??? WTF?! Honestly, that is so stupid! That poor girl!

Oh God, I hope that Sana doesn’t care about any of that! None of that is true. Ignore that, girl!”

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Sana and Yousef leave her room to join the rest of the boys in the living room. But they don’t need to walk that far. As soon as Sana opens the door her eyes fall on the four boys. All standing at the wall across from her door, in a line. When she opens the door, they all push themselves off the wall and look at her expectantly.

“Thank you.”, is all Sana says before hugging them all one by one. Well, that was the plan.

Adam is the first one in the line so he’s the one getting a hug first.

“Sorry that you saw me crying.”, Sana whispers in his ear and hears him laugh.

“Sorry that I didn’t know how to react.”, Adam whispers back and makes Sana laugh.

When they part from the hug they just smile at each other, both coming to an agreement to not talk about this anymore. Ever.

Then she hugs Mikael but Mutta can’t wait for his turn and joins them, making it a group hug. When Elias sees that he is quick to join the group hug, same as Yousef and Adam. And Sana is squished in the middle of it. 

Well, maybe she really doesn’t have to face everything alone. She has people in her life that care for her deeply.

Bonding Over Injuries

First, just letting you know that this is my longest fanfic to the time and it has been a wild ride. At one point I was just thinking about giving up but well, I decided to continue and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it and every type of feedback is accepted! Thank you in advanced!

summary: Evan Lester and Millie Howell have hated each other for who knows how long and so do their dads; until Millie gets injured. How will the two adults adapt to their kids’ new friendship after being enemies for so long?

words: 13.6k

trigger warnings: hospitals, broken bones, descriptive nightmares, mentions of blood

author’s note: i don’t really know anything about medical things and I have never experienced a broken bone either so probably this is inaccurate and i’m sorry

“Dad, c'mon, I want to go on the swings and if we don’t go fast the big kids are going to take them…” a 7 year old Evan Lester said as he dragged his father faster to the park.

“Evan, we aren’t in a hurry, see? We are already here. Now go, have fun!” Phil said walking towards one of the few empty benches that weren’t occupied by parents, relatives or nannies after seeing his son run rapidly to the only free swing that was left. 

He watched him swing carefree and happy for a while and reassuring himself that Evan was fine he took out the book he had brought to read. It was going to be a relaxing day.

He was engrossed on his book when he spotted a shadow next to him, knowing it was Evan. “You tired?” he chuckled, knowing his son was such an energetic child he never got tired.

“Dad, you know I never get tired!” Evan huffed, “just coming here to tell you that I will be playing cops and robbers with other kids and… Millie.” he pulled a disgusted face when he said her name.

Millie Howell was Evan’s classmate. They both had been in the same class since they were babies and never got along well. Phil and Millie’s father, Dan, had often ended up at the principal’s office after his son and Millie had pranked each other in some way or another, getting on a fight that ended up with both of them being scolded by their fathers.

As stubborn fathers they both were, they always thought the fault it was the other’s child, so they often ended up also arguing and never tried to get along either. They were often worse than their children to be honest.

“Oh Millie,” Phil rapidly scanned the park around to spot her father, not really wanting to see the other parent, but relaxed when he didn’t see Dan. He guessed Millie was here with a nanny so he didn’t mind it much. “well, don’t worry about her, okay? now go, be the best cop you can and catch all those robbers!”

And with that Evan ran toward his team, who were probably conspiring on what to do to catch the other kids. Phil put his book aside and decided to follow the game, it was entertaining to see his ginger munchkin run around to catch the other kids. That when he heard a loud sharp cry.

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anonymous asked:

how would the chocobros react to seeing their and their s/o's baby all grown up who time traveled back to save their parents from dying? like the bros know it's their baby but are confused bc there's the baby version of them and the grown version existing in the same time. maybe some angst and cute family fluff? ❤

Ohoho I see we have a Fire Emblem fan in the house ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (or I could just be way off base here and now I look dumb ok I’ll stop now)

Ever since I played that game I’m not gunna lie, that trope has become delicious. (Delicious? Should I have used that word there? Does that make me weird? ok I’ll stop again thnx)

Okay, first: I took some liberties. I set this during the game’s timeline, so their hypothetical child isn’t born yet. Second, as I was writing this, I began with Noctis (because I always begin with Noctis lololol) and it got to be so long that I thought it would be a bit much to include all the bros. So, with that said, I’ll only be posting him atm. However, if you guys want this done with the other three then do let me know! Otherwise, I’ll probably stop it here. Sorry about that!

Now on to the writing!

—Leigh

{1,494 words}

Noctis

When you meet her it’s at Hammerhead, just after you step outside of the diner, following behind the guys. You got the phone call from Prompto.

Noctis is awake. And he’ll be here soon.

When the guys finally part from the circle they had created, full of laughter and smiles, you see the man you had fallen in love with so long ago, and all you can think is that, he’s here. He’s here and awake and alive and you can’t contain the tears that are spilling from your eyes no matter how many times you wipe them away.

Noctis,” you choke out as you step forward, unstable as a newborn calf. The bright fluorescent stadium lights ensconcing Hammerhead illuminate him in a harsh glow. You see his unkempt and overgrown hair hang low in front of his eyes. You see the dirt on his rugged face, layered with facial hair you had never known him to have. You see the way his jawline has filled out, his eyes have sunken in, and what the burden of ten years has done with the boy you once knew.

It’s turned him into a king.

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Dance With Me : Spencer Reid Pt. 1

Part Two  Part Three (coming soon)

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where BAU gets new shy agent in early 20s. New agent likes Spencer but he is 10-15 years older. They go to somebodys wedding(Prentiss’s lol) and they get to dance together or something like that. Thanks

A/N: Hey cutie hope you enjoy this, and I truly hope this is what you wanted, if not, feel free to send in another request and I’ll be happy to do another one. I did add a bit more of the case. Hope that’s okay. (p.s. thanks for being my first request! I got really excited.) xx aubree

pairing: Spencer Reid x agent!reader

Warnings: mention of rape & violence

Word Count: 770 words 

(gif not mine)

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“What is she like?” Agent Morgan asked his boss.

“She is rather shy and closed off, but hopefully in time she will open up with the team.” Aaron Hotchner had just informed the BAU team that they would be getting a new member, “She is young. Fresh out of the academy, but she is undeniably intelligent. Much like Reid.”

“So she’s a genius?” Prentiss asked, “You think, even though we just met, that she would come to my wedding? I ordered too much food, and need extra mouths to put it in.”

The team all laughed. “Not a genius, but close.” Hotch told her, “Here she comes.”

Y/N walked through the doors of the BAU and headed straight for her new boss.

“Agent Y/L/N, these are Agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Dr. Spencer Reid.” The agent introduced his new member to the team.

Y/N waved, “Hi” Her voice was soft and calming.
“Welcome to the team, kiddo.” Morgan shook her hand.

“We do have a case so,” Hotch motioned for his team to head to the round table.

“Where are we headed?” JJ asked Garcia.

“Los Angeles.”

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Remember…..  part 19

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here, part 6 here, part 7 here, part 8 here , part 9 here, part 10 here, part 11 here, part 12 here, part 13 here, part 14 here, part 15 here, part 16 here, part 17 here & part 18 here.


You’re sitting on the bed of one of the rooms in the compound.

Thinking about everything.

Your life changed so much in just a couple hours.

You closed your eyes trying to quiet your mind.


“What are we going to do about the witches?” You heard Elijah’s voice.

“Kill them.” Klaus reacted loud and clear.

“Do you even know why they’re doing this?” You didn’t hear his voice for so long.


“Kol?” You said quietly to yourself.


“Why does that matter? They tried to kill Y/N.” Klaus says.

“Klaus, our brother is right,” Elijah said. “We have to know why they’re doing all these spells.”


There was silence for a few seconds.


“It wasn’t just her they had kidnaped but also the two hunters.” Kol continues “We may need to speak with them.”


Dean and Sam, they can’t go speak with them alone. Dean can be an ass sometimes and Klaus was not the person to be around him then.

You got out of the bed and walked downstairs.

“Let’s go then,” Elijah said.

“I’m coming.” You said walking into the room. The three men just look at you.

“Y/n,.” Kol says walking towards you. You gave him a smile. He gave you a hug and looked back towards Klaus and Elijah. His arms still around your shoulder.

“And where do you think we’re going?” Klaus asked.

“I heard the three of you talking, you were going to talk with Dean and Sam.”

“You can’t come,” Klaus said

“Why not?” You asked him

“Klaus, It may be easier to talk to them if she comes with us,” Elijah said.

“Elijah is right,” Kol said.

You were looking at Klaus with a big smile on your face.

“No!” Klaus said, “I will not let you be around them anymore.”

“Really?” You looked at him surprised. “Klaus did you just told me I can’t be around them anymore.”

“Yes, and you will obey me,” Klaus said holding a finger up towards you.

“Klaus!’ Elijah said.

Klaus looked towards him with anger in his eyes.

You just shook your head and you walked away.

On the way up the stairs, you texted Dean.

Dean, please don’t be smart ass… I want to meet up tonight. - Y/N

“Let’s go.” You heard Klaus say walking towards the door. 


“Sam maybe we should get Y/N out of there,” Dean said laying on one of the beds.

“And then Dean?” Sam said.

Dean sits up on the bed. “Then we could be normal again.”

“You mean you will have her all for yourself.”

“Sam?”

“Dean, come on. You finally got her and now this happens…”

Dean looked at his phone when he saw Y/N text. He got up from the bed. “It doesn’t help if you say it like that,”  Dean says walking towards the door. He opens the door still looking back at Sam. Sam stands up quickly. Dean looks towards the door and sees 3 men stand on the other side.

“Well hello again.” one of the men said walking into the room. 

He was the man Y/N called Klaus. The one who turned her. The other two followed. The youngest one is the last one who got into the room.

“Y/N isn’t here so you can leave right away…” Dean says

Klaus looks at him and just smiles.

“Well I know she isn’t here, she’s with me,” Klaus says with a smile on his face.

Dean clenched his jaw.

“What do you want then?” Sam asked.

“We just need some information.” The man in a suit said.

“Yeah, we just got some questions.” The younger one said.

“About what?” Dean said.

“Why are you guys here?” the man in the suit said.

“The witches..” Sam said.

“What about the witches?” The younger one asked.

“Well they are summon something,,” Sam said.

“and freeing demon’s” Dean continued. “That’s why we were here. We wanted to take then out but now..” Dean looked towards Sam.

“We think it’s about something else,” Sam said looking towards Dean. 

“Like what?” Klaus said.

“Like you,” Dean said looking towards Klaus.


You made your way towards the front door of the compound.

“Y/N where you going?” You heard Rebekah behind you.

“I just wanted to get some air.” You said to her and kept walking towards the door.

“I need some air too.” She said walking behind you.

“Rebekah I need some time alone..”

She stops in front of you and looks towards you. “I don’t  know what Nik did but just be safe and don’t do anything stupid you’re still turning.”

You nod your head.

She gave you a hug. “Get back soon and always pick up my calls.” She said

“Rebekah I’m not going to run, I will be back.”

She gave you a smile and walked away from you. You looked back at the door and made your way out of the compound.


You stood in front of Dean and Sam’s hotel. You saw Klaus, Elijah and Kol walk out of the hotel.

When can I see you? - Dean

You smiled at Dean’s text and texted him back right away.

I’m downstairs, waiting for you - Y/N

A few minutes later you see Dean walk out of the hotel. He looks around the street. You waved an arm towards him. He spots you and just smiles and made his way towards you. 

“Here you are…” He says with a smile on his face. He had a bag with him. “I thought maybe we just seat by the water and drink some beer I got some.”He says with a big smile on his face. “You know, like old days.”

“I would love that.”

The two of you walked towards the water.


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